CONCLUSION
Many weeks later Diana stopped by Nicole's house to see how
she was doing. Gene had been away a lot, visiting building
projects in various parts of the country he had told her, and she
had nodded sympathetically each time he told her about yet another
business trip, noticing only that he never seemed to ask her to
drive him to or from the airport.
"Hi, Diana! Come in!"
She entered. That luncheon had initiated a crash program
leaving Nicole and her husband little time to entertain friends, so
Diana hadn't been there for a while. She glanced around. Nothing
much had changed.
"They're where we agreed we wanted them? You thought it would
take a few weeks, Nikki. It's been what, more like two months?"
"Diana, you have a stubborn husband. It took a while for him
to understand he had no choice. I had to lead him into it. He
wouldn't move from sucking on dildos to sucking on Michael for a
long while. In fact it wasn't until he'd spent a whole night tied
to a bench in the main barn at Brookside Stables, forced to suck
off who knows how many stallions -- I forget how many, but the stud
fee they charged us for all the semen he swallowed was enormous --
it wasn't until I threatened to make him into a mare that he agreed
that cocksucking an ordinary man might be preferable. Then once
he'd done it, it was easy for me to renew those old infantile urges
to comfort one's self by sucking -- to bottle train him, really.
Cock train him. Now both of them are quite comfy. I did Michael
too, so they'd have each other. Come look. They really look so
sweet together!"
Diana walked through the hallway into the living room. The
two men were naked, lying side by side together on the couch, their
legs sprawled apart and their hips turned up, each one's head
tucked down into the other's crotch, eyes closed peacefully, each
one's mouth working gently on the other's penis.
"They nurse on each other for four hours each day," Nicole
commented, looking down with some admiration and affection. "It's
really very dear. I kept them tied together doing it once for as
long as thirty-six hours, when they needed the discipline. Round
the clock was common. They got resigned to it, and then used to
it, and then they found ways to like it. Now I don't let them go
past four hours -- too much of a good thing can lose its flavor."
She smiled amused. "They'll do it with anyone if I order
them, but I really have to keep them apart when they see each
other. I really do think they're in love, for the pleasure they
give each other if no other reason. I give them their command
phrase, and they're immediately so affectionate and gentle as they
settle in to suck each other's cocks, with such pleased and
contented grunts."
"What's their command phrase?" Diana asked, thinking that
Gene's mouth really was working on Michael's cock like an nursing
infant's mouth on its mother's teat.
"The same one I always use. 'Kiss your sweetheart, baby.' I
already had Michael conditioned to it, so it speeds the process
when I'm training the other men women bring me. It works when said
by a woman, but never when a man's voice says it. When you get him
back, don't use that command casually. Gene will reach for the
nearest cock in the vicinity, and if there isn't any he'll get very
uneasy. Any command at all stops them. They're reluctant, but
they'll obey."
"Can they hear us?" Diana asked.
"Oh yes," Nicole said. "In fact at this moment, I'm sure Gene
has just recognized your voice, and is surprised to know that
you're here and regarding all this so casually. I'm sure he's got
many questions right now. But not so many that he'll dare to stop
sucking on Michael even for a second, to look up and ask you. Not
without permission, of course. He knows better than to interrupt
two women speaking to each other. I doubt he'd really want to know
why you're here anyhow. He's busy with more important things."
She looked down at him approvingly, not a little proud that he
hadn't even opened his eyes while his mouth continued to tug on
Michael's flaccid prick. "Why don't you sit for a moment?" Diana
did, and Nicole took the other easy chair, both facing the two men
locked in mutual embrace together on the couch.
Diana looked them over. Both well built, Gene with his matted
dark hair and Michael with his blond, both of their physiques
robust. She'd need to change Gene's taste in men a little, but
this looked quite promising. Nicole had upheld her end of the
agreement.
"Neither of them has an erection," she commented. "Don't they
excite each other?"
"Oh, yes! Nowadays they get erections as soon as they see
each other. I hear they ran into each other at the Downtown Squash
Club last week, both of them wearing those cute short shorts men
wear, that barely cover their jocks? They both bent over double at
the same moment with stomach pains, they claimed, and begged off
playing with their scheduled partners, and I'm told they scurried
back to their offices without even stopping to shower. They're
really hot for each other. They cum the first time only a few
minutes after they take each others' cocks in their mouths, if I
let them. If I forbid it, they can hold off for quite a long while
of course, maybe an hour, sometimes more. A man will do lots of
things for you when he's eager to cum, you have no idea! Or maybe
you do. But then when I delay them their groaning and moaning and
slurping and their passionate outcries get so loud it's bothersome.
It's amusing, but also pitiable, the poor dears. I thought we'd
want to talk without interruption today, so I told them this
session is 'cum as you can' in silence. It's maybe five minutes
since Gene's most recent. Closer to twenty minutes for Michael's."
"Let's see. Michael will get hard and cum again in about an
hour, and then again in a few more hours." She looked down on the
two as they continued to suckle each other, their closed eyes sleek
as each concentrated on the sensations at either end of themselves,
in their mouths and cocks. "You know," she said. "Gene is a
wonder! That man can cum every hour on the hour all day and all
night, if you let him! That was his problem, I suppose, why you
wanted him trained this way? It's a waste, really, Diana. He
really is God's gift to horny women, with that quick recovery time
of his. Look!"
Around the edges of Michael's mouth, Diana saw the base of
Gene's cock already again emerging, growing fat. In another moment
Michael could no longer contain it, and his lips began sliding up
and down it as more and more emerged from his mouth and then
disappeared inside it. Gene's hips pushed gently toward his
partner and then started moving rhythmically.
"He'll do this with any man now, you say," Diana asked?
"Oh yes. If I order him to do it. With any man now if I tell
him he wants to. Suck or be sucked, makes no difference."
"And how long can they keep it up?" Diana checked her
lipstick, replaced her compact, snapped her purse shut, and stood
up. She'd seen what she'd come to see. "I mean keep doing what
they're doing?" she added.
Nicole rose with her, and they started toward the door. "They
drain each other's semen altogether in about ten or twelve hours,
I suppose. Then not much can happen for another ten or twelve. A
long while. But they'll suck on each other indefinitely I suspect.
A few weeks ago I had them locked together for four days
downstairs, in a basement room with a floor drain so I can clean
things up with a hose afterward. Only each other, no food or
water. At the end of that time they were starved and dehydrated
despite the fact that they had drunk up all of each other's piss,
and they had beshitted themselves too, despite their preliminary
enemas. I suppose they were really bored too, with nothing to do
all day but suck on a limp cock. But neither of them broke
discipline. I'm really very proud of them both."
Diana paused at the front door. "You're doing very well,
Nicole. I'll leave him with you another month or two I think. By
then he'll have forgotten what a woman looks like, I imagine.
Except for the domineering kind."
Now Diana looked directly at Nicole, though her voice remained
casual. Nicole got the signal, and listened closely. "But see if
you can wean him away from your husband and toward other men.
Effeminate men. I'd like him to feel proud of his own strength and
masculinity as compared with his bed partner's. And I'd also like
him to prefer sleeping with other men, not women, because they're
more his kind, because they're easier to deal with, because
whatever you like. I want him to prefer pushing himself into any
man's ass to fucking any woman's cunt.
"You want him gay. That's difficult, Diana."
"No. Not gay, exactly. More bi-sexual. Encourage him to
fantasize that he's with a woman when he knows he's with a man,
that he's got the best of both worlds. In fact the men should look
and act like women, though always women with penises. No matter
what, I want him aroused most of all by men who look and dress and
behave just like women. Because from now on he'll sleep only with
men. That's what I want. Girly men, that's my only concession to
his old randy sexual appetites. That cock of his will never again
dip into any woman's cunt, not as long as we're still married, and
I don't mean to divorce him ever. Never again with a woman. Not
even me! Nor should he want to. Can you arrange that?"
"Oh yes," Nicole said. The two of them touched cheeks in
farewell, and Diana turned toward her car in the driveway.
"Positive and negative reinforcement together can do that. And
autosuggestion, and sensory deprivation. I can bring in some
lovely boys, and condition him to them. He'll adore them! I
should think that from where he is now, a month or two more will do
it."
As Diana's car disappeared around the corner, Nicole
re-entered the house, sat down again in her large chair, and stared
thoughtfully at the two men lying on her couch. As she watched,
Gene's hips began a violent humping of Michael's face, pushing deep
inside his mouth, and sometimes down his throat, and Michael began
swallowing rapidly in spasms matching Gene's. As the thrusting
eased, a little cream appeared at the corner of her husband's
mouth, to be licked back, and Michael's lips began pulling again on
Gene's penis, now once again limp, as when Diana had first arrived.
Not once did Gene slow down his slurping on Michael's cock. And
all of this occurred in total silence, without a moan or a whimper
from either of them. Nicole smiled, turned away, picked up a TV
remote from the table at her elbow, and clicked her favorite
afternoon soap opera onto the video screen in the corner. The two
men on the couch continued to suck on each other, but she paid no
further attention. In another fifty minutes she'd send them back
to their office to deal with their different afternoon business
appointments. Neither would need to stop for lunch.
*****************
When Nicole finally delivered Gene back into Diana's custody, he
was as personable as ever, even jokingly affectionate, but no
matter how she tried to tempt him with her body, he seemed not to
notice it. There was no tension of mutual desire between them any
more, even when she felt something for him. He made no moves
toward sex with her, though she noticed when they went together to
various charity affairs that his eye seemed to linger on tall,
angular women or thin, delicate-looking men. It occurred to Diana
that she'd better settle him soon into his new understanding of his
sexuality and their marriage, with its compensations, before he got
himself arrested for sodomy, or pederasty, or one of the other
old-fashioned vices.
They were now sleeping in separate bedrooms, so closing the
circle and completing her plan was relatively easy. It happened,
as it happened, on Gene's birthday. They celebrated together at a
small, intimate Italian restaurant, just the two of them. She
teased him that she'd left his birthday present at home, but she
was sure he'd just love it. Then when they got back to her mansion
she told him to get into bed and wait. He did, and she was pleased
to see when she looked in on him that he still slept in the buff,
his thick chest hairs set off by the single gold chain he still
wore around his neck, her gift to him during the better days of
their marriage, before his novelty had worn off.
The previous day she had appeared at Bobbi's apartment to tell
him she had the most delicious treat prepared, ready and waiting,
the loveliest man, the very man whose cock had been the model for
that dildo he'd affectionately called "Diana's cock" way back
before he'd discovered the superiority of live cock. This was the
original, the real thing. The real man dangling that prick was
tall, dark, and handsome, every girl's dream, even hers once. "I
know you'll just love him," she said. "In fact, you were made for
each other."
She told him to break off with the man he was currently seeing
(a person she'd arranged for Bobbi to sleep with transitionally,
short, dark, and handsome), to pack his prettiest things for an
extended stay, and to come with her to her estate. Bemused, Bob
did so. He was put up in a pretty apartment over the garage, where
Diana's former chauffeur and cook had cohabited blissfully.
Now, with Gene lying expectant in bed, she brought Bobbi
forward by the hand, dressed in his finest nightgown and matching
peignoir. She saw that in the intervening time since she'd last
looked, his nipples had grown large and dark and pointy, and were
unmistakably visible through the satin and lace of his gown,
especially the way his breasts now thrust them way forward. Was
Bobbi now too much woman for Gene? She hoped not. She glanced
further down, and saw that his penis was equally in evidence, and
felt reassured.
As they entered Gene's bedroon they both saw in the gloom a
handsome man, dark hair on his sculptured body, resting on an elbow
in bed, looking first at Diana and then at Bob with a gentle smile
on his face and a gleam in his eye.
"Here you are, dears," Diana said. "Bobbi honey, this is
Gene. Be as feminine and loving and sweet with him as you can be,
and I'll want to hear all about it afterward, what you did and how
you felt about it. I think you'll adore him. I do. You already
know that men are marvelous. This one's sublime. You'll see!
"Gene, this is Bobbi. Bobbi is new to being a girl. But she
wants to know more about what women see in men, how we feel about
them, why we love them. She wants to feel more like a woman
herself, to enhance her femininity and confirm it, to feel desires
aroused and fulfilled that are altogether feminine. Help her.
Take all the time you need. But be gentle!"
Then Diana turned to leave the room. At the door she paused.
"Bobbi is my present to you, darling. I've been preparing him for
you for a long time now. Now he's all yours, gift wrapped in his
best lingerie. I know he knows fabulous things to do to a man. I
know you'll love him. I'll leave the two of you now to get better
acquainted." And she left.
As she settled into the living room with a book, she listened
for sounds upstairs. There were none. They must be in bed
together now, she told herself, getting acquainted. She thought of
Bobbi, virginally nervous and uncertain of himself, yet thanks to
that society whore she'd hired, well-trained and experienced in the
management of men's desires. Even so, seeking reassurance from
Gene's sure hands. 'Treat a lady like a whore,' Gene had once told
his wife with that egregious self-assurance of his, "And a whore
like a lady." True enough as a design for living for him, she
supposed. She wondered which way he was treating Bobbi, and she
smiled, and thought 'I'll look in on them in the morning.'
She did. Gene and Bob were still asleep, entangled in each other,
the bedsheets half off, Gene with his head on Bob's breasts where
he had drifted off, one of Bob's pointy nipples lolling in his open
mouth, Bob with his hand still gently holding Gene's beloved
pecker. Diana came into the room fully dressed in a dark tweed
suit with a blouse cascading ruffles down the front, her hair
pulled back and tied in a black ribbon bow, looking graceful and
lovely and businesslike. She looked down on the two men, pleased
with what she saw. Before they came awake and aware of her she had
time to notice that the way they had slept, so intertwined and
embraced by every limb, she couldn't tell at first whose arms and
legs were whose.
Then her eyes adjusted and it was easy. Gene's body was dark,
and matted with hair over most of it, and Bob's was smooth and
creamy-complexioned, soft with all of the lotions he'd used; and
his arms, after much dieting, and many massages by Erika, were
almost rail thin. Bob could now wear sleeveless dresses without a
problem, she realized. She smiled to herself, and made a mental
note to buy him a few. Better, to go shopping for one with him.
No, she realized, he doesn't need me any more -- his credit card
receipts show he's been buying his own dresses and lingerie and
accessories for some time now, and he has good taste. He's like a
real girl, properly bred. She felt very pleased with herself.
"Hi boys," she said in a voice a little brisk for their state
of somnolenence. "Don't get up. I just wanted you to know that
I'm going away for three or four days. I'll probably be back
Tuesday night. So when you see I'm not home tonight, don't wait
up."
Gene opened his eyes and looked at her. Bob just lay there,
eyes closed, not yet ready to wake up enough to turn his head, but
he ran his hand down Gene's chest to get his arm into a more
comfortable position, then lightly burrowed his fingers into Gene's
chest hair, and snuggled in a little closer to go deeper into
sleep.
"Over the whole weekend, into Tuesday, honey?" Gene asked. "Is
this business or pleasure"
"Both, I hope," Diana said. "I met a man, a client, and we
hit it off. So we're both going away to see if there's more than
that between us, if there's anything else we can do for each
other."
"If things work out the way I hope, I'll be bringing him home
with me Tuesday. So if you'll clear out of here and move in with
Bobbi over the garage by then, for the time being, I'll be
grateful. You'll be easier to explain as a husband and wife couple
I've hired to look after things."
"Just take your time. But when Bob wakes up, tell him he'll
need to wear his maid's outfit when we get home. Not the
fetishistic French Maid outfit. Just something decent, with a cap,
and with his hair pulled back in a bun. You'll be my handyman and
chauffeur, so blue jeans are fine, though be sure your black suit's
presentable in case we need you to drive us around on Wednesday.
There's a proper cap on the shelf in your new quarters. That's if
I bring this man home. We never know." Diana smiled to herself.
She knew.
Gene felt hurt, and a little betrayed. He leaned up on one
elbow and looked at her intently from under his dark eyebrows. Bob
opened his eyes and began to focus them, but didn't move from where
he slid as Gene raised his shoulder.
"Now look, Diana, do you think that's right...?"
She interrupted. "Of course it is," she said. "I've done
everything right so far. I decided that it would be better for me
and happier for you if you had your sexual needs attended by
someone else but stayed faithful to me nevertheless. I decided
Bob here would make a beautiful alternative bride for you, and I
prepared him to become your bride, and I arranged for your bridal
night, and from the way you two look now, you're well married.
Aren't you? Of course you are. I've decided that too."
"I've been having such a good time playing dolls and dollhouse
with you two! You're both just like my dolls when I was a little
girl. I always know how you're going to feel about anything, and
I always know how to fix things so you feel what I want you to
feel, and then do what I want you to do, and moreover, so you like
feeling and doing what I want. You two are my living dolls. I
love you both. I mean to play with you both a lot more!"
"But what's right is what I feel like doing. As far as you're
concerned, Gene, I'm the Mommy here. I decide what we do in this
house. If you're not happy with anything I decide, leave."
"But I think you are happy. I know that you're only playing
at feeling hurt, the injured husband whose wife is starting an
affair, because you feel you should. But you don't need to, dear.
You've got your own loving girlfriend next to you in bed, and you
know you haven't begun to discover what she can do to make you
happy. What he can do, I mean. For the next few days I'm going to
live my own life, and enjoy myself, and not think about you two at
all. I'll be back Tuesday, and I'll probably have someone with me.
We'll see what happens then, how he'll fit in with you two
lovelies, if at all. That's when I'll need you to be my
respectable live-in couple, my chauffeur and maid. So that's what
you are. All just for show, of course. When my new man's
elsewhere, you can go to the office, and Bobbi can spend her days
making herself pretty for you, pretty much as usual."
"Enjoy yourselves, dear. Kiss Bobbi for me -- I see he's not
yet awake. Kiss your sweetheart, baby. But don't do anything I
wouldn't do!"
And she looked again at the two of them, and felt an impulse
to kiss them, each one, before she left. They made such a nice
pair. So cute. Gene stretched out naked, looking at her in a
relaxed kind of way, his fur matted on a large, brawny body, so
very male, and Bobbi curled around him the way her hair curled over
the pillow, looking thin and smooth. She'd changed to a light,
lacy nightie during the night for some reason, delicate, and with
her long fingernails her hands looked even more delicate. Diana
did love them both, each for what they were. She wanted to be sure
they knew this.
But even a light kiss might damage her makeup, which she had
put on as carefully as any woman ever does who is about to fly away
for a long weekend with a new lover.
"Bye-bye, sweethearts!"
And she was out the door and down the stairs.
Gene heard the front door open and close, and her car start.
He turned back to Bob, and kissed him.
"Good morning Bobbi," he said affectionately. "Wake up,
honey. Time for breakfast!"
End
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