The Tribulations of Paul Hawkins

[Simonssister]

Chapter 21.  Bedside Manners.

Paul rose to his feet, and stood to one side.  He hesitated.  Danny thought for one moment he could detect rebelliousness in his eyes, though it was difficult to tell, not being able to see any other part of his face.
“Come on then, Pauline,” he grinned, positioning himself behind Cynthia.  “Do as your mistress tells you!”
Gingerly, Paul wrapped his fingers around Danny’s pen-is, and prepared to guide it into his wife.  It was hard, hot, and heavy.  Danny shifted forward slightly, placing his hands on Cynthia’s rump, and pushed forward.  Cynthia was open and glistening, and Paul guided the head in.  It entered with a faint squelch, and a quiet sigh from its recipient.  Having performed his allotted task, Paul removed his hand and retreated to the middle of the room.  Cynthia turned her head slightly and frowned.
“Not there, Pauline.  Stand by the side of the bed, please.  I may need you.”
He advanced.
“That’s better.  Now, Danny…”
But Danny needed no second bidding. Gripping two handfuls of Cynthia’s flesh, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.  She let out a cry of pleasure, and pushed back against him.  He remained unmoving for several seconds, his eyes closed with ecstasy.  Then he drew back, and began to thrust into her with the steady regularity of a metronome, his belly slapping loudly against her buttocks, and Cynthia emitting a little yelp, at each stroke.
Paul knew he should be disgusted, but he was unable to tear his eyes away, and worse – he could feel his own manhood swelling inside his latex knickers.  He slipped one hand surreptitiously under his skirt, perhaps in an attempt to arrest its dilation, but Cynthia must have had half an eye on him.
“Pauline!  Stop that please!”
“I wasn’t….”
“I’m pleased to hear…ah!...it.  Just stand….oh, god!...still and be…oh!...ready for further…(gasp)…instructions!”
He stood and watched, his knickers taut over his erect pen-is.  Danny seemed to possess endless energy – and self-control – but eventually he spoke.
“Cynthia…I’m gonna c-um quite soon…I’ll put on a condom.”
“Pauline will do it.  Pauline – get a condom from the side, would you?  You know what to do.”
Paul brought a condom from the supply on the side table.  Fair enough.  They didn’t want any accidents.  Cynthia refused to wear a diaphragm, nor did she like to take oral birth control – in which choices Paul had always supported her.  He tore open the packet.  The condom was pink.  Danny slowly withdrew from his lover, and swivelled himself slightly towards Paul, his quivering organ gleaming with Cynthia’s juices.  Paul was trembling slightly as he took the condom by its teat, placed at against the head of Danny’s slippery pen-is, and began to roll it down the thick shaft.  Danny smiled.
“Mmm, that’s nice, Pauline.  Take your time…”
“Behave yourself, Danny,” laughed Cynthia.  “keep your hands off my maid, if you don’t mind.”
“I’m not touching her.  It’s she who’s got her hands on me!” 
Paul quickly finished and stood back.  But Danny wasn’t satisfied.
“Come on, Pauline, finish the job.  Guide it in, girl!”
Biting his lip, Paul complied, and soon Danny had resumed his thrusting, with even greater enthusiasm than before.  Cynthia gripped the headboard white-knuckled, her head bobbing with every thrust.
“P-Pauline,” she gasped, “quick – play with my clit!”
Paul was only too pleased to have something to distract him.  His knickers were slippery with his own secretions, and it wouldn’t have taken much to induce a spontaneous orgasm.  He stepped forward, and, reaching under his wife’s belly, began to massage her slippery clitoris with the tip of one finger, while Danny banged away determinedly from behind.  The reaction was sudden and explosive.  Cynthia gave a scream of pleasure, and was seized with a series of violent convulsions, whilst Danny threw back his head and exhaled loudly.  Paul stuck to his task – they all did – until the lovers, totally spent, collapsed side by side on the bed.  Paul himself was left standing next to them, shaking with frustration.  After a while, Cynthia turned her head and smiled at him.  He was plainly in a state, his erection just lifting the front of his little skirt, but she was implacable.
“Go and bring us a couple of glasses of wine, there’s a love.  White.  It’s in the fridge.  And no playing with yourself.  Understood?”
He paused.  “Yeth, Cynthia.”
“Good girl.  Well, off you go, then.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 22.  A Cookery Lesson.

When he returned, carrying the glasses on a little tray, Cynthia had propped herself up on the pillows.  Danny was lying face down next to her.  He put the tray down on the bedside cabinet.
“Thank you, Pauline.  Now, take this, clip the end, and put it in the fridge.”
She held up the pink condom, at least a third full with Danny’s sperm.  He took it.  It was heavy, the sperm still warm.  He went downstairs again, clipped the mouth with a pink food-bag clip, and put it in the fridge, in the plastic box placed there for the purpose.  He sighed.
“And come back up, please,” his wife called from above.  He actually smoothed his little apron and adjusted his Alice band before ascending the stairs.  His erection had subsided, though his latex knickers felt slimy and unpleasant.  He presented himself at the bedside.
“Good girl.”  She peered at him.  “What’s that on your stockings?” he looked down.  His juices had leaked from one leg of his knickers and trickled down his leg.  His legs brushing together had generated a sticky froth on the insides of his thighs.
“You haven’t been…?”
“No, mith, I thwear!  I haven’t!  It’th jutht…you know.”
“I see.”  She smirked.  “I think my hubby enjoyed our little show, darling.”
Danny laughed.  She turned to him.
“Are you ready for another?  I’m sure Pauline is…”

Paul had to partake in two more sessions that day.  In the second, he was required to lie underneath his wife, with his feet apart and pressed against the headboard, and use his tongue on her clitoris, while the lovers’ combined juices trickled into his mouth, and Danny’s balls buffeted his head.  Cynthia thoughtfully declined to touch his rigid organ, which seemed to be trying to burst out of his latex knickers a few inches in front of her nose.  When they were finally satisfied, he was aching with frustration, and two more filled condoms had been added to the store.  Whilst the lovers recovered, Paul was sent down to lay the table for supper, and put another bottle of wine in the fridge.  It was a good half hour before they descended, having showered and changed into clean clothes.  They looked and felt quite fresh, whereas poor Paul was all hot and bothered.
“I’ll make supper,” smiled Cynthia.  You two can go and relax in the lounge.”
The boys sat together on the sofa, Danny complementing Paul on his outfit.
“That’s a really cute uniform, Pauline.  I love the way the rubber crinkles and gleams.  It's very sexy.”
The blank, round-mouthed doll-face looked back at him.  He lifted Paul’s skirt a few inches.
“And I love the matching knickers.  And the stockings!  You’re a totally rubber doll, aren’t you?
“I hope you’re not messing with the maid, Danny,” came Cynthia’s voice from the kitchen.
“No darling.  Just admiring her beautiful outfit,” he added, staring at Paul’s erection.  You obviously like it too, don’t you Pauline?”
Paul’s overwrought state was beginning to have an effect on Danny, and he was experiencing renewed stirrings.  Paul’s petite form encased in latex and robbed of sexual identity was confusing, but exciting.  And Paul found Danny’s powerful sexual presence equally ambiguous.  Danny thought he’d better retire to the kitchen, before his instincts took over, so he left Paul on the sofa and wandered over to where Cynthia was working at the counter.  A saucepan was simmering on the stove.
“What are we having, darling?”
“Pasta, followed by chocolate ice-cream.”
“Nice.  What sort?” 
“Conchiglie.  We’ve got a nice tomato sauce with ours.”
He frowned.  “What are you doing with those?”
Cynthia had taken the box of filled condoms from the fridge.  She decanted the contents equally into two bowls.
“Just making a couple of sauces for the maid.”
Danny laughed disbelievingly.  “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
To each bowl she added a couple of spoonfuls of cream.  The first she poured into a saucepan and added seasoning and a little grated cheese.  She warmed it, whisking at the same time, till the cheese was dissolved, producing a thick, glossy sauce.
“There.  That’s for her pasta.  Lucky girl.”
“And the other one?”
“Watch.”
She added an egg white and a spoonful of condensed milk, and then whipped it up into a thick creamy topping, and put it in the fridge.
“That’s for her dessert.  She already has a taste for it.  When she gets addicted, I should watch out if I were you!”
She pinched his bottom.

At supper, Danny watched Paul as he tucked into his food.  He seemed particularly to enjoy his chocolate ice-cream and topping.  Cynthia glanced at Danny, winked and smiled.  Danny looked a little shocked. But he remembered the avidity with which Paul had swallowed his c-um on the previous occasion, and he felt less surprised.  Less surprised, but more aroused.  He shifted in his chair, and blushed slightly at his own feelings.  Cynthia gave him a look as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.  But he hoped she didn’t.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 23.  Another Conquest.

“Did you enjoy your supper, Pauline?” asked Cynthia, as if talking to a child.
“Yeth, mith.  Thank you, mith.”
“I hope you liked the special sauces I made for you.”
“Yeth, mith, they were nithe…”  He glanced shyly at Danny.
“You’ve still got some on your lips.”  There were still traces of the dessert cream around the red circle of his mouth.  She leant over, carefully scooped it up on her finger, and popped it in his mouth.  He suc-ked it clean.
“Thank you, mith…”
Cynthia allowed herself a quick smile of satisfaction.  All the training was paying off.  Paul was becoming more and more compliant, and more and more willing – even eager – to assume his female persona.  He definitely fell very easily into the character of Pauline, and it was obvious he was much happier and more relaxed in girls’ clothes.  Moreover, he had become so accustomed to the taste of sperm that now he regarded it as a treat, which would be a great asset to him as his transition proceeded.  But that was not all.  Cynthia was only now discovering the full extent of her own controlling nature.  Paul by himself was not enough.  She wanted Danny under her thumb as well!  She already had a rather interesting video of him, and if she could push him just a little further…  She licked her lips.  The idea of being mistress to two slave boys certainly appealed.  It opened up all sorts of possibilities, all sorts of scenarios.  She’d be the envy of her friends.  She could even pimp them out….  Her eyes twinkled at the prospect.
“And do you like being my maid, darling?”
“Yeth…” he added, with a hint of reluctance on his tone.
“Do you have a problem with it?”
“No, mith.  Of course not, mith.”  He paused.  “It’th jutht that…”
“Yes?”
It’th just…?”
“Yes?  Come on, spit it out.  Tell me.  I don’t mind if you have a problem.  You’re still just training, after all.  Don’t be shy…”
“Thometimes…”
“Yes?”
“Thometimes I feel…jealous.  When you’re having thuch fun, and I’m all thtiff and juicy, and I can’t do anything…”
“Oh, you poor thing!  How selfish of us!  Danny, we must include Pauline more in our games.  Don’t you agree?”
Danny was slightly taken aback at being addressed directly on the subject.  “Well…yes, of course…I guess…”
“So Pauline…did you enjoy putting on Danny’s condom/”
Paul looked down, but nodded almost imperceptibly.
“And did you like when he filled it up like that?”
He was still for a moment.  Then another little nod.
“…Knowing it was all for you…?”
He looked up at her. 
“Would you like it if he was your boyfriend?”  He stayed watching her, saying nothing.  “If he were, you know what you’d have to do?  You know what boys like better than anything?”  She paused, then whispered, “best of all, they like it when girls suc-k their pricks!”
“Thuck their…prickth?”
“Yes.  Just like you did the other day.  When you swallowed Danny’s c-um.”
Danny stared at Cynthia.  Paul stared at Danny.  Cynthia carried on oblivious.
“I think…I know you liked that.  I’m sure Danny liked it.  So if you want…you can do it.  And you can masturbate while you do it.  Or maybe, Danny…?  Maybe, if you asked him very politely, he would…help you…”
Now the two men were both staring at Cynthia.  Cynthia smiled a smug smile.  She could almost feel the sexual tension, and she knew that, under the dining-table, there were two very hard pricks declaring an undeniable affirmative.
At first, Danny tried to turn the suggestion into a joke.
“Yeah..haha…right.  Yeah…you know…you better watch it, Pauline, or you’ll find yours truly here gives you the biggest mouth fuc-k you’ve ever had!  Haha!”
“No dear, please don’t be crude.  That’s not you.  Why don’t you let Pauline suc-k you nicely?  You know she wants to, and she’s been looking after your needs all day.  Give something back for once.  Yes?”
Danny had turned quite red.  The mere thought was making him rigid.  His heart was beating faster, and he was breathing quickly.  He stared at the pretty rubber doll sitting opposite him.
“Er, I don’t think….
“Oh, come on.  Don’t be a wimp.  You know you want to.”
She rose from the table.  Paul pushed back his chair and followed suit.  Danny hesitated.
“Well?  Are you coming?”
Danny was torn.  He wanted to do it, but his brain hadn’t yet been entirely ousted by his pen-is.
“W-wait a minute…”  He was feeling pressurised.  What was she up to?  What were her motives?
“I’m not sure it would be a good idea,” he said, suspiciously.
“Well dear, you seemed happy to do it last week.  Why the change of heart?”
“That was different.  It was just a bit of fun.  I mean, she was there…and you were tired…it was natural…”  He was feeling frightened now.  This was not what he had signed up for.  Sex with another bloke while she looked on!
“No.  I think I should be going.  I told my mates…”
“You said you’d be back tomorrow.  That’s what you told me.”
“And I have some things to do.”  He stood up, his erection wilting, and headed for the hallway.
“I’ll get my coat…”
“Oh, all right then, spoilsport.  But I think you should see this before you go….”
“See what?”
She handed him her phone.  The video had started.  His watched, eyes widening.
“Did you take this?”
“Yes, dear.  It really came out much better than I had expected.  Quite good definition, isn’t it?” she added, craning round admiringly.  “I’ve got several copies all ready on flash drives…let me see…”  She counted them off on her fingers.  “One for the post-room, one for the typing pool – those girls are crazy about you, aren’t they? – one for your mates, one for…”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, I would, darling.  I would.  Just give me an excuse….”
He stared, speechless.  After a moment he spoke.
“What do you want?”
“I’ve told you.  Now don’t be a silly.  Put your coat back and come upstairs.  I’ve got a new video camera specially for the occasion.  This one’s going to be really professional…”