Porno Flick - Part 4

"Darling," she said, "I have a new video I would like us to watch tonight."

"Of course, dear," I replied.

Michelle pulled a plastic jewel case from her bag and removed a hand-labeled disk with the title "Tammy & Dale" written with a black indelible marker. Placing the disk in our DVD player, Michelle joined me on the bed.

I was sitting on the bed, nude, leaning against the headboard, my legs spread. Michelle nested herself comfortably between my legs, the back of her nylon panties rubbing against my sensitive shaved pube. Michelle often insisted that I be nude while she remained in her underwear. It made me feel a little more vulnerable. I think it was sort of a subtle dominance thing with her.

When the video began to play, I thought for an instant that it was just the same old video we had been watching all along. The scene opened with Nina stepping before the camera and introducing herself. It was the same living room and many of the faces were familiar. As Nina proceeded, I suddenly realized it was the same little club, but a new episode.

I was shocked! "Where did you get that?" I gasped.

Michelle paused the machine and laughed. "I have a broad circle of contacts in my work, darling. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just relax and enjoy the show, okay?"

Resuming the video, the leader of the club, Nina, was about to make an introduction.

"Before we continue," Nina said, "I want to introduce my daughter, Tammy. Tammy, will you step in front of the camera, please, sweetie."

The little crowd cheered and whistled as a breathtakingly beautiful young woman stepped into the camera’s field of view. Long blonde hair fell to the waist of her petite frame. She couldn’t have been more than five-feet tall. Toying playfully with a baton, Tammy was wearing a very revealing majorette’s costume that sported the colors of the local college. The skimpy garment exposed firm young athletic muscles rippling beneath tanned velvet skin.

"And before anybody panics and calls the cops," Nina continued, smiling, "I want to assure everyone that Tammy is of legal age." (The crowd laughed uneasily.) "I know she doesn’t look sixteen, but Tammy’s twenty-one, a junior in college this year - and yes, she is a majorette and on the cheering squad!" (Applause and cheers arose from the little crowd). "I’m taking this opportunity to introduce my daughter because she is responsible for recruiting my latest boy-in-training, Dale. Tammy, dear, will you bring our new boy in front of the camera, please."

Tammy led a shy young man, who appeared to be about twenty, before the camera like a hooker leading her trick to her room. The crowd applauded and cheered. There were even a couple of wolf whistles. Dale was wearing something that looked like a silver bikini, but when Nina rapped on it with her knuckles it was obvious that it was solid metal - a stainless steel chastity device!

Nina explained that a period of several months in chastity was required of all prospective dickless boys to insure they were both willing and worthy. Dale smiled sheepishly with an expression of total trust and submission.

"Dale, will you tell the people out there in video land how many inches you had when Tammy measured you?" Nina stuck a microphone in front of Dale’s face.

"Four inches," he muttered.

"Dale?" Tammy countered admonishingly, smiling and cutting her sharp green eyes at him. "Now tell the truth, Dale. It wasn’t four inches, was it? Tell us how long it really was." All the while, Tammy was suggestively caressing her soft inner thigh with the baton. Finally, she pressed the big round end firmly against the stretchy nylon barely covering her crotch. The camera missed nothing!

"Well, …it was about three and a half," Dale said, blushing.

"Actually, Dale, it was a little shorter than that. But we’ll call that close enough!" (Chuckles and naughty laughter rumbled through the small crowd.)

The image of that sheepish submissive young man in that stainless steel bikini, being trained and broken for his penectomy sent a shiver through my spine. I could feel my own growing member pressing against the slick nylon of Michelle’s panties. I knew she could feel it too. Michelle never misses a thing.

The video now featured Dale and our old friend, Herb, who was of course now dickless, working as a team. Dale and Herb attended several beautiful women in the club, one by one, sensuously stripping off what scanty garments the women might be wearing, then proceeding to oil and massage their voluptuous squirming bodies. Once each woman was sufficiently aroused and begging for sex, a worthy stud would enter the scene and satiate her (and his) longing. All poor Dale and Herb could do was stand by helplessly and watch.

I wished I could have seen what was going on inside Dale’s chastity device, but the camera gave us plenty of shots of Herb’s churning balls. It was terribly erotic to think of someone being so turned on, yet dickless and helpless.

Part-two of the video began with the caption box saying, "3 MONTHS LATER." Dale was no longer wearing a chastity device, but regular nylon bikini briefs. Nina stepped before the camera and announced that Dale had completed his chastity training and the women of the club would say their last goodbye to his little three-and-one-half-inch member. (A low chorus of naughty laughter rumbled through the little crowd.)

Tammy was wearing a very skimpy pink body suit made of sheer nylon. Her mother was wearing black panties and bra with lace patterns that allowed plenty of skin to show through. To have a daughter Tammy’s age, Nina must have been well over forty, but she had a body most twenty-five-year-olds would die for! The two-piece panty and bra outfit showed off her youthful-looking midriff to great advantage.

Taking him by the hand, Tammy led her boy-to-be to a bed in the center of the large living room. With smiling onlookers gathered around, Tammy removed Dale’s skimpy briefs. His tiny member popped to attention. It was hardly larger than a cigarette! I was surprised, however, to see that Dale was already shaved. I should have guessed, though. They probably shaved him when they put him into chastity.

Nina and Tammy proceeded to oil and massage Dale just as he had indulged the women earlier in the video. The camera often cut to Dale’s little member as it would jerk and ooze precum. I decided they must be using two cameras and editing the shots later. This was very professional compared to the old original tape. The bed had no headboard or foot-board so nothing blocked the camera from any angle.

I sat with my arms around Michelle, her soft, panty-clad buttocks pressing against my bare crotch, as I watched the video, transfixed. Nina and Tammy went over every square inch of Dale’s body, oiling, massaging, pinching, and teasing. The fact that this was a mother and daughter team, I found terribly erotic. A mother working with her daughter, diligently and lovingly, to give her daughter’s boyfriend one last episode of sexual indulgence before he would be reduced, eternally, to a dickless boy.

Finally, it appeared that Dale was ready. He was so stimulated the he could spurt at any moment. Tammy wriggled out of her skimpy pink body suit, and to my surprise, she was already shaved slick. Tammy had modest, but well formed, breasts and one of those perfect little bubble behinds so characteristic of highly athletic girls. Kneeling on the bed near Dale’s head, Tammy’s delicious little pink slit hovered invitingly over his face. His tongue flicked out and began to savor the honeydew that was now oozing from her slit.

The other camera focused on Nina who was kneading and massaging Dale’s balls with one hand while delicately teasing his little member with the other. She would lightly roll his tiny shaft between her thumb and forefinger and pinch the skin playfully. Nina, with an amused, but slightly sadistic smile on her face, was obviously holding him just on the brink of ejaculation.

Tammy lowered her slick little cunt onto Dale’s face and he began to squeal and slurp. The video cut back to Nina. She began to slowly pump Dales tiny member, holding it lightly and teasingly between her fingers.

"What’s a matter, Dale, baby?" Nina asked, with mock concern. "You want somthin’? Whatcha want? Hmmm?"

In answer, Dale only squealed and whimpered as his frantic tongue busied itself between Tammy’s legs.

"I’ll bet you’d like some pussy, wouldn’t you, Dale, baby? You haven’t ever had any pussy, have you, baby? No, him just a twenty-one-year-old virgin." Nina’s smile exuded an emotion somewhere between pity and cruelty.

Dale whimpered pitifully, as though to acknowledge the truth of Nina’s words. Placing her hands behind Dale’s head, Tammy pulled his face tightly into her crotch. The scene cut quickly back to Dale’s member, in Nina’s teasing grasp, as it began to erupt in thick ropes of hot semen. His issue spilled harmlessly onto his chest and stomach, with a few drop hitting Tammy’s back.

"Awww, such a shame, such a shame," Nina said. "Him couldn’t last long enough to get any pussy. Poor baby!"

At that moment I shot off, soaking the back of Michelle’s panties with my own semen!

Michelle paused the video and laughed. "You’ve got a mess to clean up, darling! But that turned you on, didn’t it, Eddie? That poor little virgin boy losing his cream before he could get any. That’s awful! Don’t you think?"

"Well, I… ah…"

Michelle just laughed at my speechless non-response. We went into the bathroom and pulling off Michelle’s semen-soaked panties I cleaned up the mess I had made on Michelle and myself.

"I think I had better sit where I can control that little toy of yours," Michelle said, as we returned to the bed. I want you to keep your hands away from it."

"But my hands were no where near…"

Michelle laughed. "That’s still worse, isn’t it? You know what has to happen to boys who can’t control their toys? They have to go into chastity - or worse!"

Her words sent a shudder of fear down my spine. For a fleeting sober instant I wondered where all this might be leading and how far Michelle and I might actually allow it to go. Surely this was all just harmless fantasy, just like that little paperback book said. However, the people in that video were real, and Michelle had been interested enough to seek out the sequel to that little tape.

Returning to the bed, Michelle and I reversed our previous positions. Michelle sat behind me with my legs nested between hers. Her hands had full access to my crotch. She resumed the video.

Fortunately for poor Dale, he was not to remain a virgin much longer. After recovering from his ejaculation at the hands of Nina and her daughter, he was visited by other beautiful women of the club, just as Herb had been in the earlier video. And just like Herb, he was only allowed to satiate his lust, flat of his back, with the woman astride. Unlike Herb, however, who consummated the act with six other women that night, Dale could only manage an additional three. Woman number four, a voluptuous little brunette, was unable to get him hard enough to achieve penetration. Straining and whimpering, Dale looked thoroughly frustrated and disgusted with himself.

"You want to try again with me?" Tammy said, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself between Dale’s legs. "I really wanted to be your first, baby, but you couldn’t hold it long enough. You went off while Mom was still playing with you."

A smile of hope came across Dale’s face. Tammy began kneading Dale’s balls and delicately teasing his tiny cock, just as her mother had done earlier. Nina had obviously taught her daughter well, as Dale’s little member suddenly found new life.

"Come on now, baby," Tammy continued. "I wanna play with your little toy - while it’s still there. After all, you’re going to be my boy. I wanna feel your little dinky inside me just once!"

Dale’s turgid member crumpled as Tammy lowered herself onto it. Reaching down, Tammy grabbed Dale’s little cock and dragged the head across her dripping slit.

"Come on, baby," she cajoled. "Do it for me, Dale, baby. Just think of how good it’s going to feel up in there. Ohoooo soooo good! Ah yes! That’s a baby!"

Dales member had gained enough rigidity that Tammy was able to insert it and ride it for a few strokes before it fell out, turgid once more. Tammy repeated this little exercise in futility two more times before resigning herself to the obvious. The expression of frustration and chagrin on Dale’s face was heartrending!

"I’m sorry, baby, but it was just never meant to be," Tammy said, lithely leaping to the floor. "I guess it’s time." She slipped back into her pink body suit and Dale began to bawl.

You could hear a lot of "Awww’s" coming from the little crowd. I couldn’t tell how many were mockery and how many might be genuine. Tammy bent forward and began kissing away Dale’s tears.

"It’s okay, baby. It doesn’t matter. Wee wees aren’t important anyway, remember? You still wanna be my boy? We won’t do this if you don’t want to be my boy."

"Oh yes!" Dale gasped, frantically. "Please, Tammy. I want to be your boy. I want to be your boy and always be with you!"

Dale and Tammy embraced and kissed. A lot more "Awww’s" came from the crowd and I decided most of them were genuine.

When Tammy had dried Dale’s tears and was just sitting beside him on the bed, Nina took him by the arm.

"Baby, it’s time to go back to that other bed now. We have some work to attend to, remember?"

I watched Dale swallow hard, but he looked into Nina’s eyes with total trust and submission. Rising from the bed, he docilely followed her down the hall. Back on the operating bed, Nina deftly slid the catheter into Dale’s bladder and pumped the bulb. Then she carefully wiped and disinfected his genital area.

Michelle began gently masturbating me. I relaxed, leaned back, and felt her soft breasts against my back.

Using a damp wash cloth, Tammy wiped perspiration from Dale’s forehead and whispered soft words of comfort and encouragement. Then Nina took the Elastrator and handed it to her daughter.

"Since he’s going to be your boy, sweetie, I’ll let you do the honors."

Taking the Elastrator, Tammy rolled one of those fat little rubber bands onto the prongs, just like Kim had done in the previous video. However, as she slipped it over the catheter and Dale’s tiny penis, Nina assisted by gripping Dale’s glans and pulling his member as far from his body as possible. Tammy pushed the band against the skin of Dale’s pube before letting it snap. Dale gasped and began to cry. Tammy immediately held and comforted him.

The camera focused on Dale’s penis which had quickly turned dark red. The band could not be seen. Addressing the camera, Nina explained that they were giving Dale what is called a "dimple" penectomy. By pulling his member away from his body and snapping the band right at the base, it won’t leave a visible nub. Once healed, Dales urethral opening will be concealed within a small dimple where his penis had been. Nina went on to explain that she had actually learned the technique from a gay male Dom.

Michelle, who had been slowly masturbating me through this whole scene, suddenly picked up her pace and intensity.

"Can you imagine, darling, not even having a nub? Not even a bump! Just a cute little dimple!"

I squirmed trying to turn around face-to-face with Michelle. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it! Michelle just locked her legs around mine and continued masturbating me. She paused the video.

"What’s wrong, darling?" she asked, teasingly. Of course she knew what was wrong! "Whatcha want? Hmmm?" She was imitating Nina’s voice. That was scary! It was also turning me on. And that was even scarier!

"Hon… honey… you, you know what I want!" I gasped.

"Naughty, naughty, boy!" she teased. "I’m going to let you squirt. What more could you want? Hmmm?"

Flicking her tongue into my ear, she spoke in a soft, sexy whisper. "I’m going to need a good kitty licker as soon as you squirt, Eddie. You like that, don’t you, darling? Hmmm?

"You’re my boy, Eddie. Oh yes, you’re such a good little boy!"

Leaning back against Michelle, I relaxed in helpless submission as I squirted harmlessly onto the sheets.

END OF PART 4

Farrell Squire

December 5, 2001

Continued in Part 5