Chapter 2 - Total Commitment

“Pookie, go fetch me a bag of apples.”

“Apples? What kind of apples?”

“You know the kind. The good kind! Empire apples. None of those tasteless Cortland’s or sour Granny Smiths. Good Empire apples from New York.”

“Baby, I don’t even like apples.”

“Too bad, you’re going to starting eating them. You’re not a kid anymore. It’s time to clean up your diet.”

SMACK

Heather delivered a firm swat to his ass for his minor back-talk. She grinned deviously while pointing in the direction of the apple bins. Darius was startled by her sudden assault and glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had witnessed her antics. No one seemed to be looking this time.

“Yes, dear.”

He plodded off to the carts and tables of fresh fruit, his ass smarting sharply. His pucker and ass cheeks were aching from the last two nights of relentless pounding by his girlfriend. She had been a harsh and borderline insatiable Mistress in the bedroom. His soft cock was doing no better. His sore unit had only recently become accustomed to the restrictive metal cage after two weeks of being locked in perpetual chastity.

Heather had recently pushed him to get his ears pierced. Darius didn’t mind, since there was “manly” jewelry he could wear when they were out in public. The faux-diamond studs he was rocking now were a fine example. Heather insisted on this so she could decorate his ears with girly adornments whenever she dressed him up for bedroom play. She’d even given Darius a special set of pearl earrings to wear with his maid costume. He had mixed feelings about these recent changes in their sex life, but she allowed him to maintain autonomy over his wardrobe outside of the bedroom. Plus it made her happy, so Darius had acquiesced to her demands.

He approached the fruit section and skipped past the barrels of singular apples to the station where bags of apples were laid out. He grabbed a bag without a second glance and headed back to their cart. He was dressed simply for their shopping excursion in cargo pants, work boots and a black t-shirt. Heather, on the other hand, was wearing a golden fish-net top through which you could see patches of her pasty white skin and the black bra underneath. Below that was a short, black pleather skirt that ended just above her knee-high leather boots.

Darius smiled. Some might have described Heather’s look as “trashy”, but he loved it. Her outfit was tight and it showed off her pudgy curves wonderfully. His cock ached to be released from its bondage and allowed to dive into his big, beautiful Goddess for the first time in weeks. He strolled back to the cart with a horny grin on his face.

As he approached, Heather was also beaming. She waited until Darius bent over to put the apples in the cart before she pulled the massive cucumber from behind her back and jammed it into his butt crack.

“AHHHHH!” Darius shouted as he almost fell over. The cart jangled as he grabbed it tightly to maintain his balance. “What the hell!?!”

Darius’ sphincter seared from the sudden jab.

“Haha! Feel familiar?” She held up the long, green dildo-looking vegetable and stroked it up in down with her other hand. “I should make you suck it, right here in the store...”

“Baby, please...”

“But I won’t, because I’m a nice Mistress.”

Darius sighed internally. She was doing stuff like this more and more; getting into character even when they weren’t at home. Heather was enjoying her dominant side more every day. He didn’t mind as long as they weren’t putting on a show for a bunch of strangers, but it still made him nervous in public.

“Don’t be surprised when the next strap-on is this thick! We’re sizing up again soon.”

“Yes, dear.”

He knew better than to protest her declaration. Heather had become obsessed with getting him to take larger cocks. It felt like her new mission in life and Darius’ raw ass was a constant reminder of it.

“Ugh ... Pookie, these are bruised.”

“Bruised? What you mean?”

“I mean, it feels like some kid dropped this bag out of a cart and ruined them. You have to FEEL the fruit to make sure it’s still good!”

“Sorry babe, I didn’t know.”

“How did you go this long without learning the basics of grocery shopping? Whatever ... Take these back and pick out another.”

“Yes, dear.” He took the bag of apples and turned back in the direction of the fruit section.

SMACK

Darius grimaced as his ass was blistered with her palm yet again. This one was harder and louder than the previous swat.

“And do it right this time! Make sure they’re HARD.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Darius noticed a woman who’d just brought her shopping cart to a halt. She was staring in their direction with wide-open eyes. The woman stifled a laugh before looking away and resuming her shopping.

Darius’ face burned with embarrassment as he hurried along to follow Heather’s commands.

It was approaching five o’clock the next day and Darius was aching after eight long hours of work. It wasn’t just his limbs that were sore, but his ass. Heather had given him an especially hard fucking after the grocery trip. It seemed like bossing him around in the supermarket and spanking him in front of strangers had really turned her on. Their nightly ritual was something she jokingly called “triple D.” Dinner, douching and dicking. DEEP dicking in his ever expanding pucker.

Darius had finished the routine checks of his weld terminals. The batteries for his tools had to be cleaned and tightened every fifty hours of use. That work was complete, but he wasn’t done for the day just yet. Some of his equipment had taken dings throughout the week and now it was time to fix them. He approached his work bench and moved to open the vice attached to the side of the table. He couldn’t get it to budge. It was locked up tight.

“Goddammit...”

He hated being one of the smallest guys on the crew. Most of the men in their shop were six feet or taller and well built. An inconvenience like this would be no problem for them, but Darius always had to ask for help. Would there even be anyone to help at this hour? It was time to go find out.

Darius exited the shop, removed his safety helmet and walked to the break room as fast as he could. If he was lucky, he could catch someone on their way out. He walked down a few hallways, turned the corner into the break room and found it empty ... except for Rhonda.

‘Fuck! Yep, that’s my luck.’

Rhonda was a giant of a woman. Dark skinned like Darius, but you wouldn’t call her a black beauty. She was pretty butch, with a stony face that resembled a fleshy wall and a broad forehead. Her dark hair fell in dreads all around her head and she was dressed in the customary thick blue cover-alls of their trade that almost looked like a prison uniform. It seemed she was having a snack before heading home.

Darius assumed she was a lesbian when they first met, but that notion was dispelled rather quickly. Rhonda had made advances toward him many times. Some were innocent flirtations and others were more serious, bordering on inappropriate interactions between colleagues. She’d continued even after Darius made it clear he had a girlfriend. She obviously didn’t care.

He thought about waving to her, grabbing a drink and walking right back out, but that wouldn’t solve his problem. Darius didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. That would put him behind and was straight-up unprofessional. He thought about borrowing someone else’s bench, but you weren’t supposed to without permission and he’d have to lug all his equipment to their site. No, he would just have to bite the bullet and ask for her help.

“Hey Rhonda ... miss lunch today?”

“Yup” she answered in between bites of her sandwich. “Was in a good groove and didn’t want to stop. Decided to take my break at the end of my shift. How you doing, Dare?”

“Good” he replied. “Cept my vice locked up and I need it to finish my prep for tomorrow. Do you know if anyone else is still around? I don’t want to interrupt your meal...”

“Pretty sure we the only two that haven’t clocked out” she said, setting her sandwich down. “You need help?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah, I guess I do ... if it’s not too much trouble.”

The big woman leaned back and eyed him up and down. “Maybe you can sing a little Beach Boys for me. Do a little dance?”

Darius was flummoxed. “Sing ... Beach Boys? Wha-?” He deciphered her joke only a nanosecond before she replied.

“Help me Rhonda!” she said as she held up her arms, followed by a snicker.

Darius smirked and nodded, cursing himself for walking right into it.

“Of course I’ll help, silly man” she said, standing and grabbing her work gloves from the table. “Lead the way.”

They headed back to Darius’ section of the workshop, donning helmets and arriving at his bench in minutes. Rhonda grabbed the swivel and gave it a good tug, nodding as it failed to budge.

“Damn, you locked that up good. Gonna need to get a machinist in here to work on it, eventually. But I think we can loosen it up for today.”

“That’d be great! Thanks.”

Rhonda grabbed it from both sides, hunkered down and was about to bring her considerable strength to bear when she suddenly paused. She straightened back up and turned around. “Ya know, it would be better if I showed you how to do this. Even a little man like you can fix it with the right technique.”

“Oh ... kay...” Darius said hesitantly.

“C’mere Dare, I’m not gonna bite” she said inviting him close to her body.

Darius wasn’t so sure about that, but he followed her lead, stepping just in front of her. Rhonda bore down on him, pressing her body against him and sandwiching him between herself and the workbench. Her massive breasts pressed into his back forcefully as she put her arms around him.

“Most of your strength is down here, so it’s important to dip down a little.”

Her gloved hand reached down and grabbed his left thigh as her hips pressed against his ass. She felt around down below, her hand brushing over his package.

“Woah ... woah!”

“Relax Dare, I’m just showing you the right way to do this. Oh wow!” Rhonda had a good up-close look at his new jewelry. “Love the earrings! Decided to get pierced, huh?”

“Yeah...”

“Bet you got more at home.”

“Couple pairs.” He stuck to short answers to move the conversation along.

“Mmmmm, I bet you do” she said wiggling her hips against him.

“Could we get back to this?” Darius said, tugging on the vice and openly sweating.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re gettin there” Rhonda said before blowing in his right ear. The mix of her body odor and dirty work clothes was starting to overwhelm him. “Ok, now you just grab on real tight, start turning it slowly...” she brushed his hands off the handle and seized it. “Then you gotta really use the torque in your lower body.

Rhonda pulled on the handle mightily, her arms crushing Darius as her body folded around him. “GRRRRRRRUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Rhonda thrust her hips into Darius’ butt as she pulled on the spindle with massive force.

“GAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

The clamp came loose and finally separated. The handle slid around as the vice was freed. Rhonda waited a few moments before moving again. Her body weighed down Darius as she recovered her strength. All he could do was bite his tongue as the monstrous woman held him captive.

Finally she backed off, opening her arms and letting Darius free.

“See? Nothing to it.”

Darius ducked around and backed away from her. “Th-thanks Rhonda.”

She eyed him playfully. “You and Heather still a thing?”

“Yes. Still together, very happy.”

“You guys ever ... open it up to anyone else?”

“Not our style, but I’m flattered you’d ask.”

“Awwww, that’s a shame.” She winked at him. “Let me know if you ever re-think that. See ya tomorrow, Dare.”

She marched out of the shop like nothing had happened and Darius exhaled for the first time in minutes.

“What do you mean I’m making dinner?” Darius asked in exasperation. It had been a long day at the shop and all he wanted to do was chill in front of the TV for a while. He uncapped the large container of Sunny D he’d just grabbed from the fridge and downed some.

“I meant exactly what I said! You’re making dinner. I cook almost every night and it’s about time you pitched in!” Heather answered with a frosty look.

“The hell I gonna make? I aint no cook!”

“You made me mac and cheese years ago when we first met. I assume you haven’t forgotten how?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose I could make that.”

“And you know how to put hotdogs in a pot of water and set the stove to boil, right?”

“Yeah...” Darius rolled his eyes at her condescension. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.

“Good. That will do for tonight, but you’re gonna learn to make other meals.” She made her way to the fridge, smacking him on the ass as she walked by.

“Ow! Jeez!”

“I’ve told you before, stop drinking out of containers! Get a glass like a normal human being!”

“Alright, alright...” he replied, reaching up to the cupboards for one.

Heather opened the freezer and pulled out the hotdogs. She set the frozen meat in the dish drainer to thaw. She turned and put her hands on her hips as she watched Darius pour his drink.

“You should be able to break those up in fifteen or twenty minutes. Then you can get started. In the meantime, go take a shower. You smell like a sewer.”

“I was going to right after this” he responded, raising the glass to his lips and allowing the sugary orange drink to slide over his tongue and down his parched throat.

Darius let out a sigh of contentment and in the same instant the front door opened. The laughs of an ecstatic Shireen could be heard as she entered, conversing with a male voice Darius didn’t recognize. He looked at Heather and she stared back quizzically. Her eyebrows tightened, indicating she didn’t know who it was either.

The mystery didn’t last long as the couple walked into view moments later. Shireen led a young Latino man into their condo. He was almost six feet tall and appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His dark hair was fixed in a well groomed crew cut and he wore a tan sports jacket over a dark vest and white button down shirt. Between his clothes and Shireen’s elegant dress, it looked like a formal date had just taken place.

“Oh, hello there!” Heather offered, her lips extending into a smile. “You must be the guy Shireen told me about?”

‘New boyfriend? Hmmm ... Guess I won’t be having that talk with Jake after all.’

“Yes, this is Ricardo!” Shireen answered while patting his chest. She extended her hand and pointed towards the other couple. “Heather and Darius, the roommates I mentioned. Go ahead and say hello, Ricky...”

Ricardo reached out for Heather’s hand. “A pleasure.” Once she’d given it, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss across her fingers. He then nodded to Darius as he straightened himself back up at Shireen’s side.

“Oooooh!” Heather announced her approval.

“Oh yeah, he’s a charmer” Shireen said with a wide grin.

“Would you like to have dinner with us? It’s nothing fancy, but Darius is going to whip up some grub!”

“Thanks, but we already had a bite. Besides, Ricky and I are going to be busy for the next couple hours.” Shireen winked at Heather and then gazed at Ricky with her most seductive expression. Ricardo blushed slightly and chuckled, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Haha ... I see. Well, you two have fun then!” Heather responded cheerfully.

Shireen put her hands around Ricardo’s arm and dragged him off to her room. As he watched them stroll off, Darius wondered if the young man had any idea what he was getting into.

It was a couple hours later and Darius was hunched over the kitchen sink. His hands and forearms were covered in the thick, yellow rubber of dish washing gloves. The sink was filled with soapy water and tons of dirty pots, pans and utensils. He scrubbed away, thinking about how unfair it was that he made dinner and had to do the dishes. And it wasn’t just their dishes either. Shireen had left some of her own things to be cleaned from this morning and the night before.

On the other hand, there had been plenty of times Heather made dinner and did the dishes in the same night. He wasn’t about to complain and earn another tongue lashing in addition to a stern flogging from his Mistress.

“ARGH!!!”

Darius shut off the water and turned as soon as he heard the grunt of pain. Ricardo limped toward the kitchen, jacket under one arm. He was moving very slowly and it looked like he was in considerable pain. Darius knew that stride and reaction only too well. It was the result of someone’s anal deflowering being less than gentle.

“Hey man, you alright?”

Ricardo waved him off, offering only a momentary glance in his direction. “Yeah ... I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

He let out a low hiss as he continued limping along, slowly making his way past the kitchen and into the hallway that led to the front door. Darius couldn’t help himself. He peeked his head out from the edge of the kitchen and watched Shireen’s new boy toy make his slow, painful way to the door and let himself out. As the door closed, his laughter could no longer be contained.

Darius chortled and chuckled as he made his way back to the sink and put his rubber-clad hands back to the task.

“Hell man, at least it aint just me.”

“I’m sorry, but Damien is no longer with us” the woman behind the counter informed him between glances at her computer.

“No longer ... Why? What happened to him?” Darius asked incredulously. His trainer, whom he’d been working with for months, had never indicated he was moving or taking a new job soon.

“I’m not at liberty to say. Sorry!”

“Ok, so I get a new trainer then?”

“Of course. Let me see who we have available...”

Darius stood in the lobby of his local gym, frustrated. It was hard enough to get focused on a workout after a long day of work, but now he had to adjust to a new trainer as well. He shouldered his heavy gym bag and rapped his hands on the counter as he waited for service.

“It looks like Jennifer and Amanda are both open for a session in fifteen minutes.”

Darius sighed. “How long would I have to wait for a male trainer?”

The receptionist looked irritated as she applied a few keystrokes and clicked through the day’s schedule. “At least an hour. Is there a problem with a female trainer?”

Darius froze. Another woman who was working behind the desk turned to look at him. He could feel many sets of eyes glaring at him from behind. He didn’t have to turn and look. He knew they were all women. He knew they were waiting for him to say something “patriarchal.”

“No. No problem at all. Who would you recommend?”

The woman’s face softened into a thin smile as she typed and clicked away, filling out his new training schedule. “Jennifer will whip you into shape in no time.”

“Oh cmon, you gotta do better than that! I’m not letting you touch a barbell till you show me you can do it right! Straighten out that form!”

Jennifer whipped her lanyard around her fingers in long, whistling motions. She was an impressive specimen. Medium height, strong arms and back, very muscular thighs. Her brunette hair arched up in a long pony tail and fell behind her head. She stalked around Darius in her white tank top and black track pants barking out orders. He got the distinct impression she wanted to whip those keys into his flesh.

“Eyes forward! Lower yourself down slowly.”

Darius squatted as far as he could go, doing his best to maintain proper form. He held his hands out straight as he bent down deep.

“Keep those knees in line with your toes. No cheating! All the way to ninety degrees ... there! Alright, I guess that’s good enough. Let’s add some weight.”

Darius approached the squat rack. He put his palms on the bar and prepared to lift it. Jennifer was standing behind him, her lanyard continuing to spin through the air.

“I’m going to watch you carefully. When you get to the proper height, I’ll let you know each time. I’m gonna give you a little extra motivation.”

Darius felt nervous. He had no idea what she meant, but it was already making him uncomfortable. Jennifer had been rough, grabby and demanding with him all afternoon. At least the session was almost over. Their first session, anyway.

He lifted the barbell off the rack and took a step back. There was seventy five pounds on each side, plus the forty five pounds of the bar itself. Not an incredible amount of weight for a squat, but plenty to offer a good pump to a guy his size.

“SQUAT!” she commanded as the well toned brunette pocketed her lanyard and grabbed the towel that had been hanging around her neck.

Darius dipped down, careful to maintain proper form.

WHAP

Just as he reached the lowest point of his squat, he felt Jennifer’s towel snap across his ass.

“One!”

Darius heaved the weight upwards; his calves, thighs and core doing all the work.

“SQUAT!”

He dipped down again, the weight not burdensome yet, but a little more difficult than the first time.

WHAP

His ass, already bruised from Heather’s abuse in recent weeks, smarted in pain.

‘Jesus Christ! Am I really being flogged with a towel while lifting?’

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“Two!”

He thought about ending the exercise immediately, walking out and filing a complaint with the gym, but that would mean dealing with those women in the lobby again. Besides, he was so close to finishing the workout. He just wanted to get through it and go home. As ridiculous as it was, he would endure Jennifer’s “motivation.”

“SQUAT!”

WHAP

“Three!”

Darius sat on the bench before a row of lockers as he removed his shoes and socks. He was dying for a hot shower, but simultaneously dreading it. He’d never had the “locker room anxiety” that many men experienced, but now that he was wearing a cock cage that had changed completely. Since Heather put him in chastity he made it a point to avoid total nudity in the locker room as much as possible.

“Mmmmm...”

His eyebrows arched upon hearing what could only be described as a light moan of pleasure behind him. He craned his neck to the side, looking in the direction that the out-of-place noise had come from. What he noticed out of the corner of his vision made his eyes bulge and his body twist even further so he could get a better look.

The stranger, whose back was turned, had unmistakably put on a set of pink, satin panties over his otherwise naked body. The guy felt his ass through the silky material and then gave himself a rub across the crotch of his feminine undergarment.

As he stepped into the pant legs of his blue jeans, Darius quickly turned back to his locker and acted as if he’d seen nothing. That didn’t stop the acceleration of his pulse or his suddenly buzzing nerves.

‘The fuck is going on!?! Is the whole world losing it?’

He waited for the other man to finish dressing, close his locker and walk off before looking side to side and ensuring no one else was nearby. Darius quickly disrobed, grabbed a towel from his locker and wrapped it around his midsection, hiding his caged manhood.

He made his way to the shower room, hoping it was empty. As he rounded the corner and walked into the white, porcelain tiled rows of shower stations, he was immediately disappointed.

“Oh my god, Cynthia gave me such a pounding last night...”

“Hah! So that’s why you keep grunting when you sit down. Lucky you!”

There were two older men who looked to be in their fifties or sixties, naked as the day they were born. They were standing in front of two shower stations, casually toweling themselves off and chatting. One was wearing a cock cage. Unlike Darius’ metal one, his was plastic with a small metal padlock. The other man was clearly wearing the neck collar of a submissive and had pierced nipples. Neither of them seemed shy about their adornments as Darius walked into the room.

“Hey” the man with the cock cage said with a little wave as Darius approached them.

“Hi there” the other man said with a glance and a nod.

Darius nodded back curtly and hurried past the old men without a word. He walked to the shower station that was far from them as possible, but it was only a few rows down. The shower room for the gym wasn’t that big. He caught a few more lines of their chatter as he removed his towel and prepared to wash himself.

“Have you been to Club Ishtar yet?”

“Not yet. Is it nice?”

“It’s a wild time if you order one of their special services.”

“Margo’s planning to take me for my birthday. I can’t wait!”

Darius turned the shower knob and hot water began spraying out. He dipped his head under the liquid torrent and the sound of running water drowned out the old pervs in the distance. He was glad for it. Darius didn’t want to hear another word.

“Hey baby, can we get going?” Darius asked from the hallway before biting into his apple with a crisp crunching sound. “I’m starving.”

“In a few minutes!” Heather called from the bedroom. “You gotta change first anyway. Get in here!”

Darius rolled his eyes before following her voice to their room. “What’s wrong with these clothes?!?” he asked as he turned the corner. “Baby, I’m so damn hungry I’m eating one of these.” He waved the half eaten apple around. “Can we please take off before I pass out?”

Heather was rummaging around in their closet, going through various garments. It seemed like she’d barely paid attention to anything he’d said. Darius leaned against the door frame and took another bite. “Honey, I’m dying here...”

She finally popped out of the closet holding a dress. Oddly, it seemed like Heather was already dressed to go out. Then Darius realized she was holding up one of his dresses. The kind she dressed him in for their kinky play.

“What do you think of this?” she asked with a sly smile. “It would look perfect with the right lipstick...”

“I’m sure it would, babe, but it’s not play time.”

“I think you should wear this tonight. To dinner.”

Darius’ limit had been reached.

“No. HELL NO!” he announced as he strode further into the room, slamming the door behind him. “We had a deal. I’ve played along, but that crosses the line! We do this in the bedroom. Nowhere else! I am NOT going out with our friends wearing a dress. N-O. NO.”

Heather’s eyes narrowed and she looked annoyed, at first, but as Darius reached the end of his tirade, her expression softened. She looked down at the dress, adjusting it on the clothes hanger.

“I just wanted to show off what a lovely woman you make...”

“NO” he repeated, his stern look conveying the depth of his conviction on this matter.

She looked back up at him with a smirk on her face. “Fine. I suppose you’re right ... I’m not being fair.” Heather turned and hung the dress back up in the closet. Conciliation was written across her face as she walked to Darius, her boot heels clacking on the floor until she was right in front of him. Her green eyes shimmered as she spoke.

“I’m sorry, Pookie. I got a little carried away because I’m having so much fun. I don’t want to spoil this. I’ve never been happier with our love life. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you, baby.”

Her forlorn expressed faded into a grin and she leaned down slightly. They entered a long, deep kiss as they embraced and her perfume wafted over Darius. Heather probed his mouth aggressively, her tongue spearing into him as they sucked on each other lips. She reached below and gave his ass a firm squeeze.

After a long minute, she broke the kiss. She smiled at him seductively before raising a hand and tapping him on the chest. “At least change into some fresh clothes. Then we can go.”

“Alright, baby. That I can do.”

Heather slid around him and delivered a firm smack to his butt as she headed for the door.

WHAP

“And when we get back, your ass is mine!”

Darius chuckled as he pulled off his shirt and made his way to the closet.

“Yes, dear.”

It was a busy Friday night at Dango’s Dugout, a favorite haunt of Darius’ with great pub food and lots of big screen TVs. He wasn’t there to watch sports tonight, but to catch up with his best friend. After a solid meal, he and Markus sat in a quiet corner booth sipping their beers while Heather was off chatting with her girlfriends and playing bar games.

Markus had been Darius’ friend since high school and he’d always been what you might call a ‘cool cat.’ His success with the ladies had been legendary in their youth. He looked like a beat poet in his flat cap and aviator shades.