Lesbian Couple’s Chastity Submissive: Part 2 (Patreon)

        As they led Alex into the sitting room, he could feel the heat in his cheeks spreading to his ears. He clutched his canvas bag like it was a lifeline, his palms sweaty against the worn fabric. Every glance from Katarina and Alina seemed to strip away his composure, leaving him stammering and unsure of what to do with his hands or where to look.

          Alina gestured for him to sit on the plush couch. He perched on the edge like he was afraid he might damage it. Both women sat across from him, their eyes fixed on him in a way that made his heart race. Katarina crossed her long legs, the movement smooth and deliberate, while Alina leaned back, her arms resting on the couch cushions as if she had all the time in the world.

          “So, Alex,” Katarina began, her voice low and almost predatory, “tell us a little about yourself. How old are you?”

           Alex swallowed hard, his tongue suddenly feeling too big for his mouth. “Uh, t-twenty,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. He winced, glancing up at them briefly before lowering his gaze again.

          “Twenty,” Alina repeated, her lips curling into a smile that made Alex’s stomach do somersaults. “Oh, he’s the perfect age, isn’t he, Katarina?”

          “Absolutely,” Katarina replied, her sharp blue eyes gleaming. “Young, eager to please, and still... inexperienced.” She tilted her head, studying him with the same intensity as before. “Don’t you think so, Alex?”

           Alex’s brain short-circuited. Was this a compliment? A joke? A test? He opened his mouth to respond but found that no words would come. His cheeks burned, and his wide eyes darted between the two women, desperate to figure out how to react.

            “I—uh, I guess?” he mumbled finally, gripping the strap of his bag tighter. His voice sounded so small compared to theirs, and he hated how his hands trembled slightly as he tried to keep his composure.

           Katarina’s smirk widened. “He’s adorable when he’s flustered,” she remarked, exchanging a look with Alina.

          “Completely,” Alina agreed, leaning forward slightly. The subtle motion made her large breasts even more pronounced, and Alex’s gaze darted down for a split second before he snapped his head back up, mortified. She chuckled softly, clearly amused. “Relax, Alex. We’re just teasing.”

          “Y-yeah, right,” he stammered, forcing a shaky laugh. But it was impossible to relax. The way they looked at him—like he was some kind of puzzle to be unraveled—made his head spin. And the casual way they spoke, their confidence filling the room, left him feeling even smaller and more unsure of himself.

          “Don’t worry,” Katarina said, her voice dropping to a near-purr. “We’re very... hands-on employers. You’ll get used to us.” Her eyes glinted with something Alex couldn’t quite name, and he felt a shiver run down his spine.

           Alina’s gaze softened, though her smile remained. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? Starting a new job, meeting new people...” She paused, her eyes never leaving his. “Especially people like us.”

          Alex nodded mutely, unable to trust his voice. The room felt stifling, the air heavy with their presence. How was he supposed to survive working here? He couldn’t even sit through this conversation without feeling like he was about to combust.

           “Good,” Katarina said, standing smoothly. “We’ll show you the grounds shortly. But first, Alex...” She leaned down slightly, her blue eyes locking onto his, “Are you sure you’re up for this? We expect a lot, but we reward effort.”

            Alex swallowed hard, her proximity sending his nerves into overdrive. “Y-yes,” he said quickly, his voice a bit higher than he intended. “I—I’ll work really hard. I promise.”

            Alina laughed softly, standing as well. “We’ll hold you to that,” she said, her tone warm but laced with that same teasing edge. “Come on, let’s get you started.”

            As they led him toward the back of the house, Alex trailed behind, his head spinning with a mix of nervousness and something he didn’t want to name. Working for these two beautiful women wasn’t going to be easy. But for reasons he couldn’t admit, he wasn’t sure he’d want it any other way. He got to work

          Inside the house, Katarina and Alina hurried upstairs, their footsteps light but quick with excitement. The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Katarina turned to Alina, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

           “Can you believe it?” Katarina said, her voice hushed but brimming with glee. “He’s perfect. Exactly what we’ve been looking for.”

            Alina grinned, stepping closer and placing her hands on Katarina’s waist. “Shy, sweet, submissive,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a purr. “And did you see how nervous he was around us? It was adorable.”

            Katarina chuckled, her hands sliding up to cup Alina’s face. “We didn’t even have to search for him. He just showed up on our doorstep, like fate.” She leaned in, brushing her lips against Alina’s.

          The kiss deepened quickly, years of chemistry and connection between them sparking to life. Alina’s hands slid up Katarina’s back, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together. Katarina moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Alina’s dark curls as the kiss grew more urgent.

           “We need to lock him in chastity today!,” Alina whispered breathlessly when they finally pulled apart. Her golden-brown eyes shone with excitement. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to it.”

             Katarina smirked, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Let’s not rush it. Let’s play with him a little first. Build the tension.” She stepped back, her hands running down Alina’s arms. “What do you say we go give him a little... preview?”

            Alina laughed softly, her smile widening. “A preview, huh? I like the sound of that.”

            They quickly stripped out of their clothes, both women taking a moment to admire each other’s forms in the bedroom mirror before slipping into their bikinis. Katarina’s was a sleek two-piece that emphasized her toned figure and full curves, while Alina’s fiery bikini highlighted her hourglass shape and radiant skin.

            Grabbing a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of tanning oil, they headed back downstairs and out onto the patio. The sound of Alex diligently working in the garden greeted them as they stepped into the sunlight. He was on his knees, pulling weeds and gathering them into a pile, his back to them.

            “Let’s get comfortable,” Alina said, setting down a towel on one of the lounge chairs. She lay down, stretching languidly as the sun kissed her skin. Katarina did the same, her movements just as graceful and deliberate. Both women reclined, their bikinis leaving little to the imagination.

           Alex glanced up briefly, and the sight of them made his breath hitch. He quickly looked back down, trying to refocus on the weeds, but his mind was spinning. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to concentrate when Katarina and Alina looked like that—lounging in the sun, their curves on full display, the glint of tanning oil making their skin shimmer.

           “Don’t mind us, Alex,” Katarina called out, her voice lilting with amusement. “We’re just enjoying the weather.”

           Alina chuckled softly, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. “You’re doing great so far,” she said, her tone warm but teasing. “Keep it up.”

           Alex’s cheeks burned, and he nodded quickly, focusing all his energy on the garden. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling of their eyes on him, or the way their laughter seemed to wrap around him like a warm, intoxicating haze.

          His stole another glance, and his mouth fell open, and his face went slack as Katarina and Alina came into full view. They looked unreal.

           Katarina, in her sleek bikini, moved with the same confident elegance as always, her toned stomach and long legs on full display. Her full breasts seemed even more pronounced, the fabric of her outfit leaving little to the imagination. She stretched her arms above her head, the movement accentuating every curve, and then lowered herself onto one of the lounge chairs with deliberate grace.

             Beside her, Alina practically glowed in her fiery red bikini, which clung to her hourglass figure in a way that made Alex’s brain short-circuit. Her smooth, golden-brown skin gleamed in the sunlight, a hint of tanning oil catching the light. She flicked her dark curls over one shoulder as she lay down on her towel, shooting Alex a warm, knowing smile.

            Alex’s jaw worked as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. His gaze darted down to the ground, but not before Katarina caught the stunned look on his face.

          “Something wrong, Alex?” she called out, her voice dripping with playful amusement.

           “N-no!” he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. He bent over the flower bed quickly, trying to focus on the weeds as if his life depended on it.

            Katarina chuckled softly, exchanging a glance with Alina, who grinned and propped herself up on her elbows. “He’s so cute,” Alina murmured, her golden-brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

            After a few moments of lounging, they rose from their chairs and made their way over to him. Alex felt his chest tighten as their shadows fell over him, and he could smell the faint mix of sunscreen and perfume as they approached.

             “You’re doing such a good job,” Alina said warmly, crouching down beside him and placing a hand on his arm. Her fingers brushed lightly over his skin, sending a jolt through him.

             “Really impressive work,” Katarina added, standing beside him with her arms crossed. Her sharp blue eyes lingered on him, and her lips curved into a sly smile.

              Alex’s face turned a deep shade of red, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure they could hear it. “Th-thank you,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands fumbled with the gloves he was wearing, and he avoided their eyes, focusing instead on the tangled mess of weeds in front of him.

            “You’ve only been here for an hour, and already we can see how hardworking you are,” Alina said, her voice low and sweet. Her hand lingered on his arm for a moment longer before she stood, her curves just brushing his shoulder as she did.

            Katarina leaned down slightly, her shadow falling over him. “We like someone who takes their work seriously,” she said, her voice tinged with teasing approval. “Don’t we, Alina?”

“Absolutely,” Alina agreed, her smile widening.

            Alex’s throat tightened, and he managed a shaky nod, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I-I just want to do a good job for you. I mean, for the garden. I mean—uh, yeah. Thank you.”

          Katarina smirked, clearly enjoying his flustered state. “Good boy,” she said lightly, her voice almost purring. Then she turned and strolled back to her chair, her hips swaying with effortless confidence.

         Alina followed, tossing him one last playful smile over her shoulder. “Keep up the good work, Alex,” she called, her tone warm and encouraging.

           Alex watched them go for a split second before snapping his head back down, his face burning. His heart raced as he dug his hands into the soil, desperately trying to refocus. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the image of them standing over him, or the way their touch had left his skin tingling. His cock was rock-hard in his shorts, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was in trouble. Big, big trouble.

           As Alex knelt in the dirt, his hands mechanically tugging at weeds, his mind was anything but focused on the task at hand. He couldn't stop replaying the scene of Katarina and Alina walking out in their bikinis. The way they moved, the way their sun-kissed skin seemed to glow under the sunlight, the way their curves looked so perfect—too perfect—it was overwhelming.

            His heart thudded heavily in his chest, and he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, acutely aware of the growing tightness in his shorts. He squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing his body to calm down, but it was no use. Every time he tried to think of anything else, the image of them standing over him, their voices soft and teasing, flooded his mind again.

           The gentle laugh they shared from their lounge chairs pulled his gaze back toward them. He glanced up, just for a moment, and immediately regretted it. Katarina was lying on her back, her long legs stretched out, the bikini barely covering her massive ass, her hands lazily combing through her golden hair. Alina, on the other hand, was on her stomach, propped up slightly on her elbows, her bikini bottoms hugging her hips in a way that left almost nothing to the imagination.

           Alex’s breath hitched, and his cheeks burned as he looked back down, but his body betrayed him. He felt his arousal press uncomfortably against his shorts, and he shifted again, desperate to find a way to sit that didn’t make it so obvious.

Unfortunately for him, Katarina and Alina noticed.

            “Do you see what I see?” Alina whispered, a playful lilt in her voice as she nudged Katarina’s arm.

            Katarina opened one eye, glancing toward Alex with a smirk that spread slowly across her face. “Oh, I do,” she murmured, her blue eyes narrowing slightly with amusement.

           Alex had no idea they were watching him so closely until Katarina’s voice rang out, silky and confident. “Alex, darling,” she called, sitting up on her lounge chair. “Come here for a moment.”

           He froze, his heart pounding so loudly he thought it might drown out her words. “M-me?” he stammered, glancing up at them with wide, nervous eyes.

           “Yes, you,” Alina chimed in, her tone warm but teasing. She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms lazily above her head. “We could use a little help.”

           Alex hesitated, unsure if he could trust himself to stand without embarrassing himself further. But he didn’t want to seem rude—or ungrateful. Swallowing hard, he pushed himself to his feet, keeping his canvas bag in front of him as casually as possible, hoping it would hide his predicament.

           When he approached, Katarina held out a bottle of oil with a sweet but mischievous smile. “Would you mind?” she asked, her tone making it sound less like a question and more like a gentle command.

          Alex stared at the bottle, his throat dry. “Oh, uh, s-sure,” he stammered, taking it from her trembling fingers.

           Alina shifted in her chair, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement. “Start with her,” she said with a playful grin, gesturing toward Katarina. “She burns easily.”

           Katarina leaned back, brushing her blonde hair over one shoulder to expose her long, graceful neck and bare shoulders. “Be thorough,” she instructed, her voice smooth and teasing.

             Alex’s hands shook as he squeezed some of the sunscreen onto his palm, trying desperately to ignore the pounding in his chest—and the very obvious tightness in his shorts. He stepped closer, the scent of their perfume and sunscreen wrapping around him, making his head swim.

           As his hands made contact with Katarina’s soft, warm skin, he thought he might cum on the spot. His movements were hesitant and clumsy, his fingers trembling as he spread the lotion across her shoulders and down her back.

“You’re doing well,” Katarina purred, her voice low and encouraging.

            Alex tried to respond, but his words came out as a garbled mumble. His cheeks burned hotter, and he avoided their gazes entirely, praying they didn’t notice how flustered—and aroused—he was.

Of course, they did.

            Alina giggled softly, watching him like a cat watching a mouse. “You’re so tense, Alex,” she said, her voice lilting with amusement. “Relax. We don’t bite.”

            Katarina turned her head slightly, glancing at him over her shoulder with a sly smile. “Not unless you ask us to,” she added, her tone dripping with mischief.

          Alex’s hands faltered, and he quickly busied himself with applying more oil to hide his reaction. But he couldn’t stop his mind from racing—or his body from betraying him further.

           Alex’s breathing grew heavier as he worked the oil over Katarina’s shoulders and down her back. His hands trembled against her smooth, warm skin, the heat of her body sinking into his palms. The scent of the lotion mixed with her light, intoxicating perfume, making it impossible for him to think straight.

            The softness of her skin under his touch contrasted sharply with the firmness of her toned muscles, a reminder of her commanding presence. Every time his hands moved over her, smoothing the lotion along the curve of her back or over the sharp line of her shoulder blades, his heart seemed to pound louder.

           He tried to focus on his task, but the ache in his shorts was becoming unbearable. His erection pressed painfully against the fabric, and no amount of adjusting could hide it. Each breath he took was shallow and shaky, his body betraying him entirely.

            Alina’s laughter pulled his attention, her golden-brown eyes flicking down to him. She’d noticed. Of course, she’d noticed.

           “You’re so tense, Alex,” she said with a teasing grin, her voice honeyed and playful. “Relax. We don’t bite.”

           Katarina chuckled softly, glancing back over her shoulder, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Unless you want us to,” she added, her tone low and smooth.

           Alex’s hands faltered, his face burning as he struggled to respond. “I-I’m fine,” he managed, his voice breaking slightly.

           Katarina shifted slightly, the motion sending another wave of warmth through his fingers as his hands grazed the curve of her side. “You’re doing such a good job,” she murmured, her voice velvety and soft. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?”

           Alex froze, his breath catching in his throat. “G-good boy?” he stammered, his hands trembling more now.

            “Mhm,” Alina purred from her chair, leaning forward slightly to watch him more closely. “You’re working so hard for us. It’s adorable.”

            Alex’s entire body burned with embarrassment, his chest tightening as he tried to focus on finishing Katarina’s back. But every motion seemed to make it worse. The warmth of her skin, the firmness of her muscles under his fingertips, the smooth glide of the lotion—it was all too much.

            He adjusted his position slightly, hoping to ease the strain in his shorts, but the movement only made his arousal more obvious.

            Alina tilted her head, her dark curls brushing over her bare shoulder as she studied him. “Look at him,” she said softly, her tone dripping with amusement. “He’s so red. Are we making you nervous, Alex?”

             “N-no!” Alex blurted, though his voice cracked, and his breathing betrayed him.

             Katarina smirked, sitting up slightly and letting her blonde hair fall over one shoulder. Her sharp blue eyes flicked downward, lingering briefly on the bulge in his shorts before meeting his gaze again. “You’re not very good at lying, are you?” she teased.

              Alex quickly looked away, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “I-I’m just trying to do a good job,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

             “Oh, you are doing a good job,” Katarina said smoothly, her smirk widening. “Such careful hands... so attentive. Isn’t he, Alina?”

             “Definitely,” Alina agreed, her grin playful and wicked. “You’re the perfect little helper, Alex. We couldn’t ask for better.”

           Alex’s hands faltered again, and he finally pulled them back, gripping the oil bottle tightly as if it might ground him. “I-I think I’m done,” he stammered, his voice shaking.

            Alina giggled, her gaze flicking between Alex and Katarina, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Oh, not quite,” she said, shifting on her lounge chair. “You still have me to do.”

           Katarina leaned back, watching him with an amused expression as she crossed her legs. “Don’t rush off, Alex,” she purred. “You’re doing so well. We’d hate to stop you now.”

            Alex’s breath hitched, and he struggled to find the words to respond. His face was impossibly red, and the tension in his shorts made it nearly impossible to move without embarrassing himself further.

            “I-I really need to get back to the garden,” he finally managed, his voice cracking as he stumbled over his words.

Katarina and Alina exchanged a look, their laughter soft and indulgent.

             “Of course,” Katarina said finally, her voice dripping with playful amusement. “But don’t forget, Alex...”

            Her sharp blue eyes locked onto his, her smirk soft but wicked. “You’re such a good boy for us. Don’t let us down.”

           Alex nodded quickly, mumbling a barely audible “thank you” before practically fleeing back to the flower beds. His chest was heaving, his heart racing, and his body was wound tighter than it had ever been.

           As he knelt down in the dirt, desperately trying to focus on the garden, their voices floated back to him, soft and teasing. Their laughter was light, almost melodic, but every word left him more flustered—and more distracted—than ever.

             As Alex finally finished tidying the last section of the garden, the sun hanging low in the sky, he wiped the sweat from his brow, his body exhausted but his mind still racing. He couldn’t shake the memory of Katarina and Alina lounging in their tiny bikinis, their teasing words and glances replaying over and over. He hoped he could slip away quietly now, his nerves still fried from the day.

           But as he approached the patio, Katarina leaned casually against the doorframe, her sharp blue eyes locking onto him. “Done already, Alex?” she asked, her smirk as sharp as ever.

           “Y-yeah,” he stammered, gripping his bag tightly. “I, uh, I think I got everything...”

           “Perfect,” Alina’s voice chimed in as she appeared beside Katarina, her grin warm and inviting. “Come here, sweetheart. You’ve earned a little break.”

           Alex hesitated, but their combined gazes made it impossible to refuse. He nodded, following them inside the house, where the air was cooler but no less stifling with their presence.

           Katarina motioned toward the plush sofa. “Sit down,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

           Alex complied, sinking nervously into the seat, his bag still clutched tightly in his lap. Before he could even take a full breath, Katarina and Alina slid onto the sofa on either side of him, their bodies pressing against his.

            Katarina’s hand rested lightly on his thigh, her nails barely brushing the fabric of his shorts, while Alina placed her hand on his other leg, her touch warm and grounding. Alex’s breath hitched, and he froze, his heart pounding so loudly he thought they must hear it as his rock-hard cock began to leak.

            “You worked so hard today,” Alina said softly, her voice laced with a teasing edge. “But we couldn’t help noticing something while you were out there.”

         Alex blinked, his eyes darting nervously between them. “W-what do you mean?” he asked, though his voice was barely a whisper.

            Katarina’s smirk deepened, her fingers tapping gently on his leg. “Oh, Alex,” she murmured, her tone both playful and wicked. “You know exactly what we mean.”

Alex’s face turned scarlet, his body going rigid as he realized. They noticed.

“I—I—” he stammered, his words catching in his throat.

            Alina giggled softly, her hand giving his leg a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay,” she said, her golden-brown eyes gleaming with amusement. “It’s kind of flattering, actually.”

            Alex swallowed hard, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to process their words. “I’m so sorry,” he managed, his voice barely audible.

           Katarina chuckled, leaning in closer so her lips were near his ear. “Don’t be,” she whispered. “We’re not mad. In fact...” She pulled back just enough to meet his wide, panicked eyes. “We might have encouraged it.”

Alex’s head spun, and he felt like he might faint on the spot. “I—I didn’t mean—”

          Alina laughed again, leaning her head on his shoulder briefly before sitting back. “Relax, Alex,” she said, her voice soothing but teasing. “You’re fine. But there’s something else we should tell you.”

           He looked at her nervously, unsure of where this was going. “What is it?” he asked hesitantly.

           Katarina’s smirk softened, and she exchanged a glance with Alina before speaking. “We’re lovers,” she said simply, her tone calm but laced with a hint of pride.

           Alex’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide as he stared at them in shock. “Y-you’re... together?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

           “Mm-hmm,” Alina confirmed, her grin playful as she traced a small circle on his thigh with her fingertip. “Katarina and I have been together for years. But we like to... spice things up now and then.”

             Alex’s head swam with the revelation. They’re lesbian lovers? They’re stunning, teasing, and they’re together? It was too much for him to handle as he came inside his pants.

            “And you, Alex,” Katarina continued, her tone turning more serious as she noticed he had come inside his pants, “might just be exactly what we’ve been looking for.”

            His heart skipped a beat, his face burning as he looked between them. “M-me? What do you mean?”

            Alina leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “If you want to keep seeing us, spending time with us... there’s one condition.”

           Alex’s breath quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to process their words. “Condition?” he echoed.

           Katarina’s smirk returned, sharper this time. “Chastity,” she said simply, her eyes locking onto his.

           His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he looked away, his hands gripping his bag tightly. “Chastity?” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

            “Mhm,” Alina said, her grin widening. “We don’t just want any boy, Alex. We want someone willing to give us control. To surrender to us.”

           Katarina’s hand slid up his thigh slightly, her touch firm but not overbearing. “If you agree, you’ll still see us. More of us. But only on our terms.”

           Alex’s mouth went dry, his mind spinning with a mix of nerves and arousal. The thought of being controlled by them, of being so close to these goddesses, was overwhelming.

“I—I don’t know,” he stammered, his voice shaking.

           Katarina leaned in closer, her blue eyes piercing. “Think carefully, Alex,” she murmured. “This isn’t something we ask lightly.”

           Alina’s voice followed, softer but just as firm. “It is your choide, but we think you’ll make the right choice. Don’t you, Alex?”

          He swallowed hard, his throat dry, before finally nodding as he realised he was about to fulfill a lifelong fantasy. “O-okay,” he whispered, his voice trembling but filled with resolve. “I’ll... I’ll do it.”

          Katarina and Alina exchanged a pleased glance, their smirks turning into satisfied smiles.

“Good boy,” Alina purred, her hand giving his leg a gentle squeeze.

“Very good boy,” Katarina echoed, her tone dripping with approval.

         Alex stood in the center of the room, trembling, his eyes darting between Katarina and Alina. The small, gleaming device they held in their hands looked both foreign and intimidating. He couldn’t believe this was happening—that he had agreed to this.

          Katarina smirked as she held the chastity cage up to the light, examining it with her sharp blue eyes. “This is a big step, Alex,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Once this is on, you’re ours.”

          Alina stepped closer, her golden-brown eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and excitement. “We’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” she said reassuringly, though the teasing lilt in her voice made Alex’s heart pound even harder. “But you’re not backing out now, are you?”

“N-no,” Alex stammered, his cheeks burning. “I—I said I’d do it.”

         “Good boy,” Katarina purred, stepping closer and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Her touch was steady, grounding, yet somehow it made him even more nervous.

“Take off your shorts,” Alina said simply, her tone calm but commanding.

         Alex hesitated, his hands trembling as they moved to the waistband of his shorts. Slowly, he pushed them down, his arousal obvious even through his boxers which were covered in cum stains. His face flushed crimson, and he avoided their gazes, mortified by his exposed state.

“Boxers too,” Katarina said, her voice taking on an edge of authority.

           Alex swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he slid his boxers down, baring himself completely. His erection stood painfully obvious, and he immediately brought his hands up to cover himself.

          “No, no,” Alina said with a soft laugh, reaching out to gently push his hands away. “Don’t be shy, Alex. We’ve already seen everything.”

              He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming in short gasps as Alina knelt down in front of him, holding the metal ring of the device. “This part goes on first,” she explained, sliding the cold metal ring around the base of his cock and balls. The sensation made him shiver, and he bit his lip, trying to stay still.

            Katarina watched intently, her smirk never fading. “Careful, Alina,” she said with a teasing lilt. “We don’t want to scare him off.”

           Alina grinned up at her. “Don’t worry. He’s doing great.” She adjusted the ring, ensuring it was snug but not too tight, then began fitting the cage portion.

           Alex’s breath hitched as the cool, smooth tube slid over his length, encasing him completely. The confinement was both alien and humbling, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

            “Almost done,” Katarina murmured, stepping closer with the small padlock in hand. She knelt beside Alina, their faces close as they worked together to align the cage and lock it in place.

            The soft click of the lock snapping shut echoed in the room, and Alex’s stomach flipped. He looked down at the device, the realization hitting him all at once: there was no way out without their permission.

            “There,” Katarina said, standing and brushing her hands together. “Locked up nice and tight.”

           Alina stood as well, her grin playful as she reached out to tilt Alex’s chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. “How does it feel?” she asked, her tone light but laced with curiosity.

“I—it’s... tight,” Alex admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

          “That’s the point,” Katarina said, her smirk widening. “You won’t be needing that for a while. Not without our say-so.”

Alina stepped closer, her warm hand resting on his cheek. “But don’t worry,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “You’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?”

            Alex nodded slowly, his cheeks burning as he tried to adjust to the weight of the device. “Y-yes,” he whispered.

          “Good boy,” they said in unison, their voices harmonizing in a way that made Alex’s knees weak.

          Katarina turned, her blonde hair swishing as she strode toward a small table and picked up a key, dangling it from her fingers with a satisfied smirk. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is ours now. And so are you.”

           Alina laughed softly, stepping beside her lover and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Welcome to your new life, Alex,” she said, her tone both teasing and sincere.

            Alex’s chest tightened, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside him. He didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into—but one thing was certain. There was no turning back now.