14. augusta 2006 17:11:00 CEST
"Yes," Laura said. "I think you understand. We've taken your mobility, your voices and your hair. You will live naked and immobilized, unable to move or speak. You will exist for our amusement, and for nothing else."
"You know what the best part is?" Amanda laughed. "You boys willingly put yourselves into those chairs. You were such big, strong, muscular men, weren’t you? But now you are absolutely helpless before two women, and you did it all to yourselves just because you were unable to resist the sensual lure of a couple of women.”
The headsets were placed over our heads once more. Before my eyes were a set of breasts that I now recognized as Amanda's. They filled my world, jiggling right in front of me as she walked. They jiggled endlessly. Over and over again they jiggled as the film looped and repeated for hours on end.
Amanda walked, and Amanda’s breasts jiggled. Amanda’s breasts jiggled, and Amanda walked. Amanda walked and insanity jiggled. Amanda’s breasts jiggled and insanity walked abroad to fill the world where my rationality had been.
It was close. And, just in time, there was Amanda’s ass snapping me back into a world where something more than breasts existed, until that too took me to the brink of madness for more than a few hours. There she was again, and this time she was in the shower where a wetter mania threatened to drown my senses.
Now there was Laura, breasts, ass, shower, and the sequences of Amanda were repeated. Time became meaningless, with the breaks when we were spoon-fed bland but nourishing food seeming to be days apart. We were too stupefied even to complain when our gags were briefly removed for this, sucking at the spoons as though we could somehow find release by taking every last trace of goodness from them. I have no idea how often I slept, but I know that when I did sleep it was only to dream of Amanda or Laura.
It went on for a month before they revealed yet another facility of the impossible chairs to which we were both bound. We had assumed they were fixed to the floor, but now Amanda and Laura removed the locks and wheeled us up a ramp into the living room. We were left facing each other, without our headsets. We stared in horror, seeing ourselves for the first time in over four weeks instead of only the repeating images of Amanda and Laura. It was as if we had suddenly woken from a nightmare.
"Well, you still can't move a muscle, but you can have a grand tour of the house anyway," Laura said. "Besides, you can stare at each other for company now."
They removed out gags to feed us again.
Bob shook with anger. "When I get free..." he started to shout.
"And how is that ever going to happen?" Laura laughed.
Bob’s face turned white, and not just with his anger. It was only at that moment we both realized, really realized, that these two women had no intention of freeing us. Ever.
"Poor boys," Amanda chimed in. "All that machismo and all that feeling so big, important, adequate even, was nothing more than a delusion, was it? When it comes down to it, when we bring you down to it like we have now, you’re nothing but our pets. How sweet.”
We stared up, angry and helpless. "Mmph, gurgle glub," I moaned weakly and pointlessly as once again we were gagged.
"Aw, it’s so cute when you flex your big muscles and make gurgling noises at me like that," Amanda said. "In fact, I think that will be your new name."
Amanda looked at me.
"Do you like your new name, Gurglyboy?"
As I reddened in humiliation, Laura looked at Bob.
"You think you're so tough, but you whine too much. So from now on you can be Whiny."
*
It could have become boring, even for Amanda and Laura. They made sure it was not, and one morning they introduced some new elements for their delight and for my and Bob’s further discomfort.
First, they locked electronic collars around our necks. It seemed pointless when we were completely helpless anyway, but the two women took great delight in pointing out that these new collars had the power to render us unconscious with a vicious electric shock at any time they chose to activate them.
Secondly, they placed very nasty devices around our manhoods. These somewhat resembled jockstraps, except that they locked securely into place and had sophisticated electronics built into them. They were, of course, particularly devious chastity devices as both Laura and Amanda were not slow to explain. Laura joked that they were to keep us from procreating, and Amanda said that it was their way of ensuring we were their pets in every way.
"You know," Amanda said, "They look so emasculated wearing those over their nasty little thingies."
"Impotent would be the better word," grinned Laura.
"Oh, so actually there's not a woman on this planet that could be satisfied by their impotent little peepees," Amanda said.
"I should say not," Laura agreed.
It was obvious they were teasing and mocking us. We could see it, and we shook with helpless rage. They, however, were delighting in it.
"So what do you think these male pets are good for?" Amanda asked.
"Well, it’s fun to spank their naked butts, and once in a while we can remove those chastity devices," Laura explained.
"What ever for?" Amanda laughed.
"Well," Laura said, "Looking at their aching erections amuses me."
Even after months of this, I could not believe what they went on to do to us. One day, Laura connected a leash to Bob's electronic collar and wheeled him to the bathroom while Amanda wheeled me there too. She wiped me carefully with warm water. She carefully cleaned every nook and cranny. I was overwhelmed with humiliation, and with desire.
"A clean manpet is a happy manpet," Amanda said. "Right, Gurglyboy?"
I could only moan into the gag.
They shaved our bodies again, leaving no trace of a hair anywhere, and then they wheeled us to the kitchen.
"Unfortunately," Laura said, "In their restrained condition, they can't serve us drinks, but maybe they can still entertain us?"
She took two bottles of lotion, and she and Amanda took off their shirts and bras right in front of us.
"Now, the point of this game is to be the best pet and, of course, the best pet will be the winner," said Laura. "Whiny, you will compete for me and Gurglyboy will compete for Amanda. It’s quite simple. The objective is to have the biggest, hardest erection, and the judges of which is the biggest and hardest will be the two of us, Amanda and me.”
I looked at Whiny, and he looked at me. I had almost forgotten his real name by this time, and I am sure that he only thought of me as ‘Gurglyboy’ now too. I saw the defeat in his eyes, and I knew that he could see it in mine. We were nothing but their helpless male pets, with no hope of ever being any more or less than that.
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It was a brief thought, because Laura and Amanda had already started. They swayed sensuously, rubbing lotion into their breasts and moaning as though in the deepest throes of passion. After the months of frustration, it was hardly surprising that the contest did not take very long.
“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Amanda teased. “It’s damn difficult to tell. They both have the hardest, most throbbing erections I’ve ever seen...”
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