Luke’s heart pounded as he stepped fully into the room, the charged atmosphere wrapping around him like a velvet noose. They were seated when he entered, but their eyes—smouldering with dark intent—followed his every move, stripping him bare with their gaze alone.

"Closer," Grace commanded, her voice a sultry melody that sent shivers down his spine. She gestured languidly to the sofa, her lips curving into a smile that was equal parts invitation and challenge. "Right here."

Luke obeyed, his legs weak but driven by a pull he couldn’t resist. His skin burned with anticipation as he sank onto the leather cushion, the cool material a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his body as his cock squirmed within the confines of the chastity cage. His breathing quickened as Grace and Max stood, their movements deliberate and languid, as if savouring the moment. They approached him like predators circling prey, their confidence intoxicating.

Grace settled to his left, her perfume wrapping around him like a sensual embrace. Max sat to his right, his presence commanding, his sheer proximity making Luke’s pulse thunder in his ears. Trapped between them, Luke felt utterly exposed, every inch of his body alive with awareness of their power.

“Relax, Luke,” Grace murmured, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of her breath. Her voice dripped with honeyed control, a subtle but undeniable reminder that they were in charge. “You’ve been so good for us already. Don’t stop now.”

Her hand found his knee, light and teasing at first, the touch igniting a fire that shot straight to his core. Luke tensed, unable to help the way his body responded to her touch. She noticed, of course, and let out a soft, knowing laugh that made his face burn with both arousal and embarrassment.

“You’re trembling,” she whispered, her fingers slowly inching higher. “I like that.”

Max leaned in on the other side, his voice a low growl in Luke’s other ear. “But you need to breathe, Luke. You don’t want to fall apart before we’ve even started, do you?”

Luke swallowed hard, but his breath still hitched as Max’s hand joined Grace’s, landing firmly on his other knee. The difference in their touches was maddening—Grace’s fingers danced with wicked delicacy, her nails grazing his thigh, while Max’s grip was firm, grounding, an anchor to keep him in place. Together, they were a perfect storm, and Luke was helpless in its wake.

"Do you know why we called you here tonight?" Grace asked, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she spoke. The faintest hint of her tongue flicked against his skin, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine.

“I…” Luke’s voice came out as a ragged whisper, his chest heaving. “No… not really.”

Grace chuckled softly, her nails lightly scratching his thigh as her hand climbed higher. "Because we think you’re ready," she purred, each word dripping with promise. Her smile widened when she felt the tension in his body, the way he leaned into her touch even as he trembled beneath it.

“Ready for something a little… different,” Max added, his hand mirroring Grace’s ascent. His tone was calm, confident, the kind of assurance that made it clear he was completely in control. His fingers pressed into Luke’s thigh with a deliberate firmness, his palm radiating heat through the fabric of Luke’s pants.

Luke’s body betrayed him completely—his breath shallow, his skin flushed, and the growing evidence of his arousal impossible to hide. Max’s lips quirked into a sly grin as he glanced down, clearly pleased by Luke’s lack of restraint.

“You like this, don’t you?” Grace whispered, her voice a seductive caress that seemed to melt the last vestiges of Luke’s resistance. “Feeling us this close, knowing you’re exactly where we want you?”

He nodded, his throat too tight to form words. Every nerve in his body was aflame, every ounce of him desperate for more even as their touches drove him to the brink of surrender.

Grace tilted his chin with a single finger, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Good boy,” she murmured, her approval sending a rush of heat straight through him. "But this is just the beginning."

Max’s hand slid a fraction higher, his deep voice vibrating against Luke’s ear. “We’re going to take you further than you’ve ever gone before,” he said, his tone dark and commanding. “But only if you want it.”

Luke licked his lips, his voice barely audible over the roaring in his ears. “I… I do. I want it.”

Grace’s smile turned wicked, her fingers brushing the edge of his inner thigh as she leaned closer. "That’s what we wanted to hear," she whispered. "Because once we start, there’s no turning back."

Luke’s breath was shallow, his heart pounding like a drum as Grace and Max closed in, their presence overwhelming him. Every nerve in his body was alight with sensation, every glance they exchanged filled with unspoken understanding, their dominance a palpable force that rendered him helpless. He stood frozen, heat pooling in his belly as Grace's commanding gaze pinned him in place.

Grace’s black latex outfit clung to her like it was painted on, reflecting the soft glow of the room’s light. Her curves were accentuated to perfection, her hips swaying with deliberate intent, and her massive breasts strained against the material, threatening to spill free with every subtle shift. The glossy black only heightened her power, her confidence, and Luke couldn’t look away.

“Stand up,” she ordered, her voice soft but brooking no argument.

Luke swallowed hard and obeyed, his legs trembling as he rose to his feet. His body burned with the mix of arousal and shame, knowing he was about to be exposed completely before them. Grace’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and Max stood beside him, calm and composed, his tailored suit immaculate as if this moment was nothing more than a business meeting.

Grace reached up, her hands brushing the knot of his tie. Her nails grazed his throat lightly, sending a shiver racing through him. “This doesn’t suit you anymore,” she purred, slowly pulling the tie loose, her eyes never leaving his. “But don’t worry. We’ll make sure you feel… properly dressed soon enough.”

Max chuckled, low and smooth, his hand landing firmly on Luke’s shoulder. The weight of his touch felt both reassuring and commanding, anchoring Luke in the moment as Grace began unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers moved deliberately, nails scraping his skin just enough to tease, every flick of a button making Luke’s arousal surge.

“You’re already blushing,” Grace murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. Her eyes flicked down to his chest, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I love how shy you are. So vulnerable… so eager.”

Luke’s pulse roared in his ears, the heat of embarrassment and arousal flooding his cheeks. He couldn’t stop the way his body reacted to her words, couldn’t hide the way the chastity age pressed uncomfortably against him, evidence of his growing desire.

Max’s hands moved to his belt, pulling it free with a smooth, practiced motion that made Luke’s breath hitch. The soft hiss of leather was almost drowned out by Grace’s low hum of approval as she slid his shirt down his arms.

“You look so nervous,” she teased, stepping back to admire him as more and more of his body was revealed. Her latex-clad chest rose and fell with every breath, her cleavage a hypnotic distraction that left Luke unable to focus. “Do you like this? Being stripped down for us, left so exposed?”

Luke nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

“Use your words,” Max said, his voice sharp, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through Luke.

“Yes,” Luke whispered, his voice trembling. “I like it.”

Max smirked. “Good.”

By the time they had stripped him bare, Luke felt the room’s air prickle against his flushed skin. The only thing left on his body was the chastity device gleaming in the soft light, a humiliating reminder of his submission. He stood between them, naked and trembling, while Grace towered over him in her domineering latex and Max exuded effortless authority in his tailored suit.

Grace leaned in, her hand brushing along the edge of the chastity cage, her nails dragging against his skin in a way that made him shudder. “You look perfect like this,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her massive breasts hovered tantalizingly close to his face, and he couldn’t help but glance down, his face burning with shame as she noticed.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” she teased, deliberately arching her back just enough to emphasize her curves. “You like how we’re both still dressed while you’re completely bare. So shy… so out of place.”

Max laughed softly, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Luke’s neck, his grip firm but not harsh. “It’s a good look for him,” he said, his deep voice sending another jolt of arousal through Luke. “Don’t you think?”

Grace’s fingers trailed down his chest, her latex-clad hand leaving cool streaks against his overheated skin. “Oh, absolutely,” she purred, her smile wicked. “I think he looks exactly how he should. Naked, vulnerable, ours.”

Max guided him back to the couch with a gentle push, and Luke sank down, the cool leather against his bare skin a stark reminder of how exposed he was. Grace joined him on one side, crossing her legs with the confidence of someone who knew she owned the room, her breasts practically spilling from her latex as she leaned toward him.

Max sat on his other side, still composed, still exuding calm dominance as his hand rested casually on Luke’s thigh.

“How do you feel?” Grace asked, her voice low and intimate, her eyes locked on his.

Luke hesitated, his throat dry, before finally whispering, “I feel… submissive.”

Grace’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, her hand brushing his chest once more. “Good,” she murmured, her tone rich with promise. “Because we’ve only just begun.”

Grace’s fingers brushed Luke’s cheek, her touch soft but commanding, drawing his wide, nervous eyes to hers. Her lips curved into a wicked smile, her voice low and velvety as she spoke.

“Luke,” she purred, her tone both soothing and laced with authority. “You’ve been such a good boy for us so far. But now, it’s time for you to show us just how eager you are to please.”

Luke’s breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest as he struggled to meet her gaze. The weight of her words settled over him, a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty swirling in his chest.

Grace leaned closer, her latex-clad body brushing against him as her lips hovered near his ear. “I want you to pleasure Max,” she whispered, her tone soft and intoxicating. “Show him how devoted you are to us.”

Luke’s stomach flipped, heat rushing to his face as he glanced toward Max. The man sat confidently, his sharp suit pristine and his expression calm, but there was an unmistakable intensity in his gaze that sent shivers through Luke’s body.

Grace’s hands slid down Luke’s arms, her fingers guiding his trembling hands toward Max. She brought them to rest at the waistband of Max’s pants, her touch firm but patient. “Go on,” she murmured, her voice dripping with encouragement.

“Unzip them.”

Luke’s fingers fumbled at first, his nerves making them clumsy. The sound of the zipper was deafening in the quiet room, each tooth sliding apart under his touch. His breath came in shallow gasps as he pulled the zipper down, revealing the fabric of Max’s underwear beneath.

Grace’s hand remained steady on his wrist, her guidance both reassuring and insistent. She tilted her head, watching him with a satisfied smile. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.

Luke hesitated, his fingers hovering over the waistband, his face burning with a mix of shyness and arousal. Grace’s other hand slid to the back of his neck, her nails grazing his skin as she leaned in closer.

“Don’t stop now,” she murmured, her tone taking on an edge of command. “Max deserves your full attention.”

Luke swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it down, freeing Max’s length. His eyes widened slightly, his cheeks flaming as he took in the sight before him.

Max’s cock was heavy and flushed, a tangible representation of the man’s confidence and dominance. Luke’s breath stuttered as Grace’s hand guided his, wrapping his fingers around Max’s shaft. The heat of it against his palm made his own trapped arousal throb painfully against the confines of the chastity cage.

“Start slowly,” Grace whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Feel every inch of him. Let him know you’re eager to please.”

Luke obeyed, his hand moving tentatively at first, his strokes careful and uncertain. Max let out a low, approving hum, the sound making Luke’s cheeks flush even deeper.

“That’s it,” Grace cooed, her hand resting lightly on Luke’s wrist to guide his movements. “Just like that. You’re doing so well.”

The weight of Max’s cock in his hand, the warmth of Grace’s body pressing against him, and the tightness of the chastity cage all combined to leave Luke overwhelmed with sensation. Every stroke he gave, every approving sound Max made, sent a jolt of pleasure and humiliation coursing through him, leaving him desperate for more.

Grace’s smile widened as she leaned back slightly, watching Luke with dark satisfaction. “Keep going, sweet boy,” she murmured, her voice laced with approval and promise. “You’re just getting started.”

Luke’s breath hitched as Grace leaned in close, her latex-clad body pressing firmly against his side. Her lips brushed his ear, her voice a sultry, hypnotic whisper that sent shivers racing down his spine.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone dripping with approval. Her hand slid down his chest, the cool, slick texture of the latex teasing his overheated skin. “Keep going, Luke. You’re making him feel so good.”

His cheeks burned with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as he continued stroking Max, his hand trembling at first but quickly finding a steady rhythm under the weight of their attention. Max let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as Luke’s fingers moved with growing confidence.

Grace’s other hand trailed lower, teasing the edge of the chastity device locked around Luke’s aching arousal. Her touch was feather-light, her nails grazing the sensitive skin around the cage before she cupped him gently, her fingers massaging his trapped length and the sensitive weight of his balls beneath.

“You’re so hard, aren’t you?” she whispered into his ear, her voice filled with wicked amusement. “I can feel how much you want more, how much you’re aching for us. But not yet, sweetheart. Not until we decide you’ve earned it.”

Her words made him moan softly, the sound muffled as she pressed her hand against the back of his head, guiding his face into her chest. The glossy latex covering her massive breasts was cool against his flushed skin, and the scent of her perfume mixed with the faint chemical tang of the material, intoxicating him completely.

“Breathe me in, Luke,” Grace purred, rocking her chest slightly to rub the slick surface against his face. “Let yourself drown in it. You’re doing so well.”

Luke’s muffled whimpers sent a thrill through her as he buried his face deeper into her massive tits, his nose brushing the valley of her breasts while his hands continued to work Max’s length. The weight of Max’s cock in his hand, the slick heat of the latex against his skin, and Grace’s soft, teasing whispers all combined into a haze of overwhelming sensation.

Max’s low groans filled the room, his hand resting lightly on Luke’s wrist to guide the rhythm he liked. “That’s it,” Max rumbled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Don’t stop now. Just like that.”

Grace chuckled softly, her lips grazing Luke’s ear once more. “See how much he’s enjoying this?” she murmured, her fingers continuing their slow, deliberate massage of his balls and the chastity device, keeping him teetering on the edge of desperation. “And you love it too, don’t you? Being so good for us, giving him exactly what he needs.”

Luke’s muffled moans against her chest were answer enough, his strokes on Max’s cock growing more confident, more eager, even as his own arousal ached unbearably against the unyielding metal of the cage.

“You’re perfect like this,” Grace whispered, her voice soothing yet laced with dominance. “Our sweet, obedient boy. Keep going, Luke. Don’t stop until we tell you to.”

Her words, her touch, and the intoxicating presence of Max’s quiet approval and Grace’s overwhelming dominance left Luke lost in submission, his entire body alive with need, completely at their mercy.

Luke’s hand moved steadily, stroking Max with growing confidence, guided by the approving sounds and movements from the man beside him. Every groan Max released was a testament to his efforts, and the weight of Grace’s attention made Luke’s arousal almost unbearable. His face remained buried in her latex-covered chest, the slick, cool material brushing against his skin with every subtle shift of her body.

Grace’s hands were relentless, one holding the back of his head firmly in place against her breasts, the other massaging his trapped cock and balls. Her fingers teased the sensitive skin around the edges of the chastity device, her touch light and deliberate, while her nails grazed the soft flesh of his balls, sending jolts of pleasure and frustration racing through him.

“You’re such a good boy,” she whispered into his ear, her tone dripping with approval and wicked amusement. “Look at you, working so hard to please him. You love this, don’t you? Knowing you’re making him feel so good.”

Luke whimpered against her chest, his strokes on Max’s cock quickening as Max’s breathing grew more labored. He could feel the tension building, the way Max’s hips began to shift slightly in time with his movements.

“That’s it,” Max groaned, his deep voice thick with pleasure. His hand rested on Luke’s wrist, not to guide him anymore, but to ground himself as he approached the edge. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”

Luke’s heart pounded as Max’s groans deepened, and within moments, Max’s body tensed. A shudder ran through him, and with a guttural moan, he finished, his release spilling over Luke’s hand.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, and Luke’s hand stilled as he stared down at the evidence of what he had done. His cheeks burned, his entire body trembling with a mix of arousal, shame, and the intoxicating weight of submission.

Grace’s soft laughter brought him back to the moment. Her hand tightened slightly on the back of his head, pulling him closer into her chest as she whispered, “Good boy.” Her voice was low and intimate, every word dripping with satisfaction. “You did so well, Luke. Look how pleased you’ve made him.”

Her other hand continued its slow, massage of his balls and the chastity device, her nails grazing the sensitive skin as she teased him mercilessly. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “So eager for more. But you’ll have to wait, sweetheart. You’ll take what we give you, won’t you?”

Max leaned back, his expression relaxed and satisfied as he adjusted himself, his sharp suit somehow still pristine despite the intensity of the moment. He glanced down at Luke with a faint smirk. “You’ve got good technique,” he said, his voice calm and approving. “You’ll get even better with practice.”

Luke’s cheeks burned even hotter at the praise, and he couldn’t stop the small, desperate noise that escaped his lips as Grace’s hands pressed against his most sensitive spots. Her touch was maddening, keeping him on edge, teasing him with what he couldn’t have.

“Say thank you,” Grace whispered, her fingers brushing over the metal of the chastity cage as she smiled wickedly. “Show him how grateful you are for his approval.”

“Thank you,” Luke managed, his voice barely more than a whisper, his entire body trembling with arousal and submission.

Max chuckled softly, his gaze steady. “Good boy.”

The words sent another wave of heat through Luke, his entire body aching with the need they refused to let him satisfy. He was theirs, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more.

The room pulsed with tension, the charged silence amplifying every beat of Luke’s racing heart. He knelt between them, trembling with anticipation, his cheeks flushed, his skin hot despite the cool air brushing against his exposed body. The chastity cage around his aching arousal felt heavier than ever, a constant reminder of his submission and helplessness. The unyielding metal pressed against his straining erection, amplifying every sensation until his mind was a haze of need.

Grace’s fingers lingered over the cage one last time, her touch teasing and deliberate, as if she could feel the heat radiating from his desperate body. Her nails grazed the sensitive skin just above the device, sending shivers up his spine.

“You’ve done well so far,” Max said, his voice deep and calm, cutting through the haze in Luke’s mind. There was no mistaking the authority in his tone. “But this was only the beginning.”

Luke’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling as his gaze flickered between them. His body hummed with anticipation, every nerve alive with a mix of arousal and anxiety. Grace shifted beside him, the latex of her outfit gleaming in the light as she leaned closer.

“It’s time to start your training,” Grace purred, her voice like silk, weaving around him and sinking into his mind. Her words sent a wave of heat through his body, pooling in his groin where the chastity cage kept him trapped and aching. “To mold you into the submissive we know you can be.”

The declaration made Luke’s stomach twist with a heady blend of nervous excitement. His arousal spiked painfully, pressing against the confines of the cage, the pressure a maddening reminder of how fully they controlled him.

“Stand up,” Max commanded, his voice firm and unyielding.

Luke obeyed instantly, his legs shaky as he rose. The weight of their gazes bore down on him, making his skin prickle. The cool air against his nakedness only heightened his vulnerability. His hands hovered at his sides, unsure of where to rest, as he stood before them, exposed and desperate.

Grace stood gracefully, her towering figure wrapped in the gleaming black latex that hugged every curve of her body. The way her breasts strained against the tight material made Luke’s throat dry and his body burn with need, the chastity cage pressing tighter as his arousal surged.

“You look nervous,” she teased, her voice low and sultry as she stopped behind him. Her fingers grazed his shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “That’s good. You should be.”

“This is where we see what you’re truly capable of,” Max said, his deep voice vibrating through the charged air. “Whether you’re ready to give yourself to us completely.”

Luke’s breath hitched. The words made his cock throb painfully in its prison, the unrelenting pressure teasing him, tormenting him. His thighs pressed together slightly, desperate for even the smallest relief, but there was none to be found.

“You’re going to learn what it means to belong to us,” she said, her voice filled with promise and wicked delight. Her thumb brushed his lower lip, making him shiver. “Completely.”

She stepped back, her smile lingering as she turned to Max, who crossed his arms, his smirk faint but knowing. “Are you ready to begin?”

Luke swallowed hard, his mouth dry, his head nodding before he even processed the question. “Yes, I want to continue” he whispered, his voice trembling but filled with desperate anticipation as he consented to progressing his training.

Grace’s eyes darkened as she took a step forward, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

“Kneel.”

Luke’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up, his knees hitting the floor as he sank into submission. The weight of their gaze, the tightness of the cage, the promise of what was to come—it was overwhelming, leaving him trapped in a storm of need and surrender.

His training was about to begin.