Chapter 2: At the apartment
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the dimly lit hallway leading to Jill and Andrea's apartment. I stepped out, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I could feel the cool air against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside me. I was still fully clothed, but that wouldn't last long. Jill had made that clear.
I followed them down the hall, my eyes darting from Jill's confident stride to Andrea's graceful one. Their heels clicked against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent hallway.
When we reached their door, Jill turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Strip," she commanded, her voice firm. "I want to see what I'm working with."
I hesitated for a moment, my hands hovering over the hem of my shirt. This was it. No turning back now. I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side. Andrea let out a low whistle, her eyes roaming over my chest. "Nice," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Jill, however, wasn't impressed.
She rolled her eyes, her gaze flicking over my abs and settling on my crotch. "Don't get too excited, pretty boy. We haven't even seen the main attraction yet." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Pants off. Now."
I could feel my cheeks flush at her words, but I did as I was told, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs. I stepped out of them, standing before the two women in nothing but my boxers. I could feel the cool air against my skin, my cock already straining against the fabric.
Jill smirked, her eyes locked onto my crotch. "Hands behind head, boy". Jill motioned to Andrea who walked over to me and reached down for the waistband of my boxers.
I flinched instinctively, but Andrea just shot me a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Fred. We're gonna take good care of you," she promised, her voice soft and soothing, as she pulled my boxers down. My cock sprang free, hard and eager, and I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Jill let out a low whistle. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "That is rather small for such a big boy, don't you think Andrea?" Jill laughed.
Andrea just smiled, her eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. "He's perfect for his role, Jill. A fit boy ready to accept his position."
Jill chuckled, her eyes still locked onto my crotch. "You're right, Andrea. Looks like we've found ourselves a nice piece of meat." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to grasp my cock. I gasped at the sudden contact, my hips bucking backward involuntarily. Jill just smirked, her grip tightening. "Sensitive, aren't you? Good. Now turn around and kneel. On all fours."
Jill's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. I complied, my knees sinking into the plush carpet, my hands pressing against the cool wood floor. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing between my legs. I was completely exposed, vulnerable, and it was the most exhilarating feeling I'd ever experienced.
"You're gonna crawl to the bedroom, boy," Jill commanded, her voice laced with amusement. "And if you make it there without coming, I might just reward you."
I took a deep breath, my mind racing with images of what awaited me in the bedroom.
I could feel Jill's eyes on me, burning into my skin, as I began to crawl forward. The carpet was soft beneath my knees, but the wood floor was cold and hard against my hands. I could feel every inch of my body, every muscle taut and ready.
Andrea made me stop in front of her feet. He gave me a sign indicating she expected that I lick them. I did so and inevitably my anus was exposed to Jill who watched and enjoyed my humiliation.
She used her foot to push my ass cheek aside, exposing my hole to her view. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but my cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto the carpet.
"Look at that, Andrea. Our little bitch is enjoying himself," Jill chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement and contempt. "You like showing off your asshole, don't you, pretty boy?"
I couldn't respond, my mouth dry, my breath coming in short gasps. All I could do was nod, my face pressed against the carpet, my ass in the air. Jill gave a mild kick to my balls that stopped my erection and told me to continue crawling to the bedroom.
I whimpered but continued on, my face burning with humiliation.
The bedroom was bathed in soft, warm light, the silk sheets on the king-sized bed inviting and intimidating all at once. I could hear their heels clicking on the hardwood floor behind me, their presence looming like a shadow.
"On the bed, boy," Jill ordered, her voice stern. I climbed onto the bed, my knees sinking into the plush mattress. I could feel the cool silk against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside me.
"Lie on the bed, face up. Arms and legs open."