Flatshare
Being far from home and running out of money is the downfall of many a backpacker. For those unable to pick up casual labour it can be a real nightmare. Greg arrived with a promise of a job in a well known city pub only to discover that the place was closed for refurbishment for another three weeks. With Greg�s cash flow severely impaired he�s thrilled to discover an advert that might just be the answer to his prayers.
“Marsh Avenue, number 60…” Greg says to no one in particular.
The woman on the phone said that I wouldn’t be able to miss it. Half way down the road, on the left – the first red door I come to.”
“A-ha.”
Greg re-reads the advert, “Flatmate required, no timewasters. Rent and utilities free – must adhere to CFNM lifestyle.”
Greg's desperate, he'll put up with any lifestyle if it means a roof over his head.
As the door swings opens Greg gets his first glimpse of his potential new flatmates.
“Hi, I’ve …erm, come about the flatshare. The CFNM flatshare.” Greg stumbles over his words, surprised at the young women who’ve opened the door to him. He thought they’d be older – more middle aged or something.
“My name’s Greg,” he continues, “…we spoke on the phone … earlier?”
“Of course,” says Marietta, eyeing him up and down, “come in.”
Greg can’t believe his luck, free accommodation and two tasty birds for company, can’t be bad.
Marietta and Dawn give each other a knowing smile… now for some fun.
“I really appreciate this. I just arrived in the city without a penny.”
“Finding your ad for a flatmate with free rent…”
“… it’s a dream.”
“We’re glad to help,” says Marietta.
“Take a seat.”
Greg gladly takes the weight off his feet. He’s thrilled with what he’s seen so far. These girls seem pretty sound.
“So Greg, you understand CFNM.”
Greg tries to look like he knows what he’s talking about but these girls aren’t fooled this easily.
“Yes,” he says unconvincingly.
“You agree to live by our rules …”
and obey everything that we tell you.”
“Sure,” he says, trying his best to sound casual about the whole thing.
Dawn knows that this guy hasn’t a clue what’s required of him and knows that he’s for one hell of a shock when he finds out.
“Greg,” Marietta calls sweetly drawing his attention away from Dawn, “that’s great.”
“Your room is through there.”
“But take your clothes off.”
“W… w…” he stammers.
“What?”
“You said that you understood,” says Dawn, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You said you understood CFNM …” she berates him.
“I … erm,” replies Greg, now somewhat nervous.
“Do it! Or go now!” she instructs him.
Greg wants to protest but instead glares back at her like a startled bunny caught in the headlights.
Her glaring proves too much for him and defeated he looks away.
He knows that he’d best do what she says as there’s no way he can afford to live anywhere else at the moment.
Greg looks at Marietta, hoping she’ll tell him that this absurd idea of theirs for him to strip is just a big joke – perhaps some kind of prank they do to all potential flatmates.
“Don’t dilly dally,” Marietta says breezily yet firmly.
Greg can see that she’s not joking and their need for him to strip is real.
Under their watchful gaze he nervously removes his tee shirt.
“Mmm,” thinks Dawn. “This one looks promising.”
“Oh yes," she thinks.
Greg feels strangely uncomfortable at the way he's being controlled by these two young women.
Dawn’s impressed by his muscular frame, fit without being excessive about it … she’s looking forward to having this hunk naked around the house.
“And now for the good stuff,” she thinks, “let’s see what you’ve got downstairs!”
The advert said nothing about stripping off. Greg is very confused and doesn't quite know what to make of the situation he's found himself in. But he's caught between a rock and a hard place. He can't afford not to take the flatshare but he certainly isn't comfortable about taking of his clothes in front of these women - flatmates or not.
“I’m waiting,” says Dawn to the reluctant and confused Greg.
Greg stares at her perplexed unsure whether he should really strip further.
With a glance Dawn tells him just what she’s waiting to see.
With trembling hands Greg unbuckles his belt.
Filled with trepidation he pulls down his jeans revealing his tight white trunks.
She looks at his underwear with disdain. "Off!"
Dawn grips his shorts and pulls. ”If you want a job done properly – do it yourself,” she chuckles.
His cock and balls spill out into plain view.
Marietta gives a wry smile as she checks out her new flatmate’s tackle.
Greg is confused by what’s happening. These women have taken control of him completely. How did that happen?
Dawn is delighting in intimidating the now naked Greg. It’s important to let them know who’s boss right from the start.
Greg’s clothes are stashed away in a trunk for safekeeping.
The trunk is locked shut so he definitely can't access them.
Marietta turns to face Greg and takes real delight in the way he looks a little lost.
“Sit down!” Dawn instructs him, pushing him backwards onto the chair.
Greg flinches as Marietta runs her hands down the arm of her new toy.
The women circle him, touching him gently as they pass ...
… his uncertainty mounting.
“What do they want?” he thinks.
“Do you want to give him the once over?” Dawn asks Marietta.
“Delighted to,” she replies breezily.
Greg gasps as Marietta cups her soft hands around his privates.
“Heavy,” Marietta confides, weighing his balls in her hands.
“And?” says Dawn with mischievious delight.
“Perhaps we should empty them later,” Marietta says conspiratorially in full earshot of a bemused looking Greg.
“What do you think?” she asks Dawn.
“Hmm,” she says breathing in his manly scent, “he’s a bit ripe. I think we should get Greg showered first.”
“You heard the lady, the bathroom is this way. Come along.”
Led by the arm Greg has no option but to go with the two ladies.
“Here you are.”
The women watch intently as Greg approaches the toilet.
“Look! He lifts the seat - that’s a good sign!” giggles Marietta.
Greg tries to pee but can feel their eyes burning into the back of his head.
“Erm do you mind, I kinda need a piss first.”
“That’s fine. You carry on …”
“… we won’t interfere.”
Greg rubs his neck feeling very uncomfortable.
“Don’t mind us,” they giggle.
Greg's embarrassment grows with the noisy sound of his piss splashing in the toilet bowl like a waterfall.
The girls roar with laughter as he finally gets his piss flowing.
“A classic case of stage-fright!” laughs Dawn.
He can hear the women's laughter behind him as the water continues to gush out. He is intensely aware of them watching his bare buttocks from behind.
“All done and not a drop spilled, my god - a man that can aim!”
And just for the record …” Dawn says sternly.
“What now?” he thinks, “this situation can’t get any more odd can it?”
“No closing this door – okay. Ever.
Greg has always treasured his privacy after growing up in a large family. He hates the idea of being observed in his most private moments.
“You gotta be…” His words fade to a whimper as he knows that he must do as they say or face being turfed back out on the streets.
“And another thing. No masturbation.”
“What?”
“You heard. No masturbation unless instructed to by us.”
“Now get in that shower!”
With his clothes locked away, Greg feels very alarmed. Being in a new country, he's not used to the customs here. Perhaps this "CFNM" lifestyle is an established thing here. He reasons he should follow the women's orders for now and keep his mouth shut. By giving him a rent-free place to live these women really have saved his arse after all.
“Naked men always looks sexier when wet” Marietta says excitedly to her friend.
They observe how the water streams down his handsome naked body.
“Tasty,” replies Dawn.
Greg can’t work out what they’re saying over the noise of the water and does his best to ignore it.
“He’s not really soapy enough,” declares Marietta..
“More lather!” cries Marietta.
“Oh, I’ll do it,” says Dawn eagerly.
She sprays a rough heart shape over the length of his muscular back.
Dawn coos as she lathers up Greg’s back.
She grows hot feeling the hard texture of his smooth naked back.
Her hands take a journey south.
“Nice arse!” she mouths to peels of giggles from Marietta.
“Very firm!”
“Now stand still!”
“There’s a good boy.”
Greg is stunned into silence and doesn't know what to think of this. His two new flatmates soaping up his cock!
Greg feels powerless to say or do anything in the face of these two strong women.
He’s aware that he cannot afford to do or say anything to jeopardise this flatshare.
"Be sure to clean that spot well. You know most men never do!"
Greg feels uncomfortable at the way the girls roughly prise the cheeks of his backside apart.
He feels the soft soapy brush rubbing against the tender skin of his arsehole.
His heart is racing as the women work over his most intimate bits.
“All rinsed off,” says Marietta, “now come towards me so I can dry you.”
She takes great pleasure in drying off a big fit man completely in the buff.
His body tenses as she roughly rubs dry his wet cock and balls.
She takes great care to dry all those wiry hairs surrounding his dick.
“I’m parched…”
“… Greg, there’s a bottle of white wine in the fridge. Bring it and two glasses through to the lounge.”
Greg is stunned. He thought this was leading somewhere, that maybe the women would get their clothes off and he could lather them up in the shower. But no, he's expected to serve them!
It's such a strange sensation for him, wandering around the flat completely naked. He is highly aware of the air against every inch of his exposed skin.
Greg nervously carries the laden tray across to the girls. In this short time he's already learned his place in the scheme of things.
They are pleased with the effort their new flatmate is making.
“Here you are…”
“… would you like me to pour?”
“That would be splendid.”
They are extremely pleased with his ability to serve.
Greg begins to pour the wine…
… but is halted by Marietta. “Pour from this side Greg.”
Greg looks at her not understanding her meaning.
“This side of the basket,” she indicates.
Greg moves the basket carefully to give himself more room to manoeuvre.
Marietta revels in the power they are already exerting over their new flatmate. They order. He follows. Just the way it should be.
They do admire a nice healthy round arse.
The girls watch on in admiration at Greg, thinking to the days ahead and what’s to come.
Greg is painfully aware they are staring directly at his bare bottom.
”Here you are…”
“… and for you.”
“We’ve something for you,” says Dawn, leaning forward to a piece of paper resting on the trunk.
“Here you are Greg. A list of chores for you.”
Greg reads the list, taking note of the various things he’s going to have to do.
“Any questions?”
This is like servitude! But, when he thinks about it, it's really so much better than paying rent. “What would you like me to do first?”
Greg isn�t afraid of a little hard work. Only, he�s never had to work without any uniform at all. Times are tough and Greg knows that he has to suck it up and endure a little inconvenience for the sake of having free rent. However, he isn�t the least prepared for what it really feels like to serve women naked all day long.
Greg peruses the list of tasks the girls have provided. Nothing too taxing. Nothing to get hung about.
He thinks that if he attacks this list wholeheartedly he might get some sort of reward from the girls. He’s not blind. He’s seen how they leer at his cock. Yes, do the job right and who knows he might even get a special kind of job of his own.
He gets to work, first off is some washing up. So, gloves on.
He’s careful not to splash himself with the hot water.
The girls move from the comfort of the sofa in order to observe him and his efforts more closely.
They watch as his thick dick is squeezed against the sink unit.
“This is the life,” says Marietta. “Glass of wine, naked male slave - what more could a girl ask for?” says Dawn.
Feeling vunerable Greg spins round to see what the ladies are up to.
When you’re done there Greg, all of the surfaces could do with a good wipe down,” Dawn informs him.
Feeling a tinge of displeasure Greg persists with their instructions. This work and him being naked are the hidden cost of having free accomodation and with no other option Greg keeps his lip buttoned and carries out their instructions.
“Ahem,” says Marietta, “start at the top you dope, otherwise you’ll just be knocking dust onto the shelf you’ve just cleaned.” “Don’t they teach these boys anything,” laughs Dawn.
“And then that one,” she indicates sarcastically, much to Marietta’s amusement.
Greg ignores her taunts, desperate not to foul up this chance of free accommodation.
“Great polishing Greg…”
“we can tell you’re very familiar which that technique - do you polish often?”
Greg feels a sting of shame as he vacuums the corridor. He can feel the women's eyes on his naked body as he works away for them.
The girls find the sight of this muscular young man doing their vacuuming hilarious.
“When you’ve finished that … you missed a bit behind you ... we’ve just realised we forgot to put the bathroom on your list of tasks.”
He begins to feel very low and inferior to the confident women.
Greg is getting well and truly cheesed off. He’s tired, hungry and is getting fed up with their attitude. He keeps reminding himself … beggars can’t be choosers.
“Greg,” they call from the lounge, “when you’re done…” “I’m done!” thinks Greg.
Much to Greg’s discomfort the girls are sharing a private joke (which he seems to be the butt of) when he arrives back in the living room.
“As you have performed your duties well…” says Dawn.
“… we are going to permit you a treat.”
Greg looks at them with a degree of uncertainty, as nothing he’s experienced today has played out the way he’s expected it to.
“Yes, Greg,” explains Marietta, you are going to show us your ass.”
What?” exclaims Greg. Dawn spells it out for him again, “Bend over and show us your arse!”
“Like this?” he asks.
“No, really pull those cheeks apart …”
“... we want to see your rosebud!”
The girls break out into peels of laughter.
“Er, no. I really don’t feel comfortable doing this,” he protests futilely as they drag him towards the couch.
Nonsense, let’s have a look,” says Marietta.
Dawn expertly makes Greg bend over for them.
The girls grab a cheek each…
… parting his buttocks.
“There it is!” says Marietta excitedly.
The girls move in for a closer look, rapt in fascination.
Carefully and in tandem they prise his ass open further.
Greg feels totally exposed and has never felt more vunerable in his life. His stomach is full with butterflies fearful at what the girls have planned next for him.
While Greg is wracked with fear and doubt the girls revel in their absolute power. They know they could get this young guy to do anything they want to. And maybe they will.
Greg has been massively humbled by an afternoon spent as a naked servant to these two confident women. He was slow to follow their command when they asked him to shamefully display his arsehole, but the women are pleasant now and seem to have forgiven him. His prolonged nudity has created a heightened sexual awareness within him. He is now firmly under the strong women�s authority.
“See that wasn’t too hard was it...” taunts Dawn.
“Now,” she says with total authority, “Wank for us.”
“Wank?” asks Greg gulping in fear.
“You heard. Do it! Or you’re out on the street.”
“What? Something better to do?” asks Dawn laden with sarcasm.
Reluctantly Greg sits between his flatmates and much to their pleasure starts to wank.
Dawn looks on, turned on by the sight of this naked young man tossing himself off for their amusement. Oh, what power they have over him.
Greg feels his heart racing at the sensation of masturbating openly while two women watch, their warm legs brushing against his own.
Dawn stares at him with open excitement, feeling supremely powerful over this fully naked man.
His balls are full and aching after an entire afternoon of total exposure.
Marietta leans into him excited at watching him masturbate.
As the first drops of pre-cum appear Marietta lets out a gasp.
This healthy young man is full of sexual vigor.
His muscles flex as he strokes his cock up and down.
"Faster, faster,” Marietta urges.
Feeling a sudden overwhelming need to ejaculate possess him, Greg pumps his cock harder and faster.
Dawn’s impressed. He reacted to the order instantly this time and his entire body is working in one swift motion to bring himself off.
“Go on and spill it for us you big dope,” says Marietta.
Greg can feel the tell-tale signals of an impending ejaculation and pitches himself forward ready to cum.
Greg’s body shudders as the spunk flies from his cock.
Never before has he felt an orgasm so intense or so powerful.
Being under the absolute control of these powerful women is having the most awesome affect on him.
More cum shoots out onto the floor.
The girls share a naughty look at what they've just made this penniless man to do for them.
“You better clean that up,”instructs Dawn.
Greg goes to fetch a cloth from the kitchen, his hard wet cock bobbing up and down as he goes.
Greg has accepted his role in the grand scheme of things and is down on his knees enthusiastically cleaning up his spunk…
…much to the amusement of Dawn and Marietta.
Dawn reaches down…
… and snatches the material from his hands.
She fashions a blindfold.
Greg feels a genuine pang of fear. What are they going to him next? Whatever it is he’ll be sure to go along with as he so desperately wants to cling onto this new way of life. He feels the moist cold semen rubbing against his face.
“Shall we see where you stop?”
The ladies spin him around…
… and around
Having just emptied his balls, Greg quickly grows dizzy and disorientated.
Eventually the trio reach the front door. Marietta silently opens the door.
And they chuck him out into the street.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks feeling the cold chill of the night air on his bare skin.
“You should have spread when you were asked.”
“It’s our way…”
“… or the highway.”
They burst out laughing at him.
Dawn closes the door ruefully – she liked this one – but he didn’t come up to scratch so he just had to go.
Greg hammers on the door. ”Let me in. I’m so sorry.”
“I have no money,” he pleads, “Nowhere to go.”
His cries fall on deaf ears, inside the ladies are all ready lining up his replacement.
“Hello, is that the CFNM Flatshare agency. We had to get rid of ours. Not co-operative enough. Can you send us a new one.”
“You can. Excellent.”
It begins to dawn on Greg that his chance of free accommodation and the bonus of a CFNM lifestyle that went with it has evaporated.
He slumps to the ground, distraught at losing what he only just learned he needed.
Greg would do anything to turn the clock back but knows it’s too late.
He is terrifyingly aware of being naked, alone and without a penny to his name. He can hear the sound of the women who are warm inside the house, enjoying another glass of wine and laughing with delight.
