Neighbors Ch. 13

"Amber wants to know if you are free tonight. She would like to have you over for dinner and then hang out and watch a movie or something. And she wanted..." I paused, overcome with embarrassment. I screwed up my courage and thrust my hand in my pocket. I removed Amber's pink panties and held them out to Justin.

"And she wanted me to give you these, sir."

There was stunned silence in the room for about half a second before the room erupted in more whoops and cheers. The guy on the couch next to Justin clapped him on the back.

"Bro! She wants you so bad!"

Another guy shook his head. "Dude - fucking crazy!"

Justin smirked at me as he snatched the panties out of my hand and held them up over his head like a trophy.

One of Justin's friends looked at me.

"And what are you - like, her gay friend or something? Trying to set her up?"

I flushed.

"No...um...just a friend...her neighbor, actually."

The guy looked at me pityingly and shook his head.

"Bro, she slammed you in the friend zone so hard. That's harsh."

I looked down at my feet.

Justin had a triumphant grin on his face as all of his friends congratulated him. I knew that Amber was stroking his ego fiercely while at the same time draining mine. I wanted nothing but to be able to quietly slink out of the room, but Amber had coached me with one last question.

"Um, sir..." I said quietly, hoping none of Justin's friends would hear me over their collective celebrating. He turned to me with that same infuriating haughty smirk on his face.

"Yeah?" He said.

I shuffled my feet.

"Amber would like to know...what you would like to eat for dinner?"

His friends howled with laughter and clapped him on the back again while his haughty grin grew even wider. A second later a chant started up among the guys.

"Steak! Steak! Steak! Steak!"

A few seconds later someone started chanting "And pussy!" in between the calls for steak. They all found that funny and several of them collapsed with laughter.

Justin nodded, grinning with his friends.

"Yeah...tell her that. Steak. And pussy"

Having fulfilled Amber's orders, I was free to leave. I turned and fled out of the room, practically dashing to my car. I sat in the driver's seat to collect myself before I started the engine. Amber kept coming up with new ways to be unfair to me. She knew I desperately wanted her, so sending me to set up her date with this Justin kid was just...cruel. She made me call him sir, not knowing that he would be with friends, but her directions were specific and despite the deep embarrassment I felt, I thought that was preferable to risking her wrath. I also had a good idea of who would be preparing this dinner for the two of them. As if on cue, just as I was reaching out to start the car, my phone dinged.

-So?-

-he said yes, miss. He'll come over tonight-

She immediately sent back a smiley face and an eggplant emoji. I groaned. Several seconds later she sent another text.

-oh god, I can't wait to get my hands on his body. Don't you think he looks hot?-

I closed my eyes. Her torture was exquisite.

-yes Miss- I texted back, grimacing at being forced to admit that her lover was sexy.

-good bank. what did he want for dinner?-

I groaned again and reached down between my legs. For some unknown reason my penis was trying to get hard in its small cage. My hands shook slightly as I was forced to type his answer.

-he said steak miss. and pussy-

I hit send and closed my eyes, waiting. I knew that Amber would be reading that and laughing at how perfect her plan to humiliate me was working.

She responded with a laughing until crying emoji.

-OMG. well we both know who's providing the steak right? Better make it good. If Justin doesn't love it I'm going to have to fine you. I'll be more than happy to provide the pussy :)-

I groaned and fastened my seatbelt, trying not to imagine Justin and Amber rolling around naked in her bed. I made a quick mental checklist of things I'd have to pick up at the store on my way back to Amber's. I could do two steaks along with some roasted potatoes and maybe asparagus or whatever veggie looked good.

As I carried my shopping basket around the grocery, I suddenly realized that with Justin over at Amber's house all evening (and probably night I thought with a sigh) I wouldn't be able to get any chores done at all. At this point there would be no possible way to finish all of my work by Sunday night. At the same time, I sighed with relief that I would have a few hours respite - maybe even all evening - to finally relax at home. It seems like forever since I had some time to myself. I knew I had my run to do still, along with the hundred pushups Sarah had insisted I video tape for her, but that would still leave me hours after I cooked dinner.

Planning dinner also made me realize I was starving. Other than the few scraps of food Amber and fed me at lunch I hadn't eaten anything. I checked my watch - it was now almost three thirty. I grabbed a few apples and a protein shake and tossed them in my basked. I could eat on my way back to Amber's, I decided, reminding myself to make sure to log them in the calorie app for Sarah.

When I got back to Amber's, I carried the groceries to the front door and knocked. Amber answered, still in the short skirt and crop top t shirt she had on earlier. Her top was stretched over her impressive mounds, and as a result left a wide amount of her belly exposed. I tried not to stare, and at the same time wondered if she had put on new panties.

Amber smiled at me as she let me in. Sarah was curled up on the couch with her legs under her. Her body looked amazing too as her skin tight white top with the spaghetti straps showed off her toned torso. Her exposed shoulders were strong and her arms cut but still feminine. As usual, her fiery red hair hung in waves around her face and down her back.

"Dinner will be at seven, bank" Amber said as I busied myself in the kitchen.

"Get it all ready and make sure you're gone before Justin gets here."

I nodded, glancing at the clock. That was a little over three hours from now. More than enough time for the relatively simple meal I had prepared.

I walked into the living room where Sarah and Amber were chatting over a glass of wine and politely cleared my throat. They both looked up at me.

"I'd like to continue my chores, please miss" I said as respectfully as possible.

Sarah laughed at my polite request, and Amber merely smiled.

"Of course you would, little bank. You can continue in a few minutes. First, I need a foot rub."

I hurried to my usual place in front of the couch and got to my knees. Amber dropped a bare foot into my lap before turning back to Sarah and continuing their conversation. She ignored me completely, but I noticed Sarah looking down at me as I worked on Amber's sore feet, chewing on her lower lip a bit, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, there was a natural lull in the conversation. Amber sighed with pleasure as I ran my fingers up and down her foot.

"Is he good at that?" Sarah asked, pointing down at me.

"Hm? Oh, yes he's not bad."

I fairly glowed at the praise, qualified though it was.

Sarah considered for another few seconds.

"You know, you're not going to be needing him this evening - not with Justin over" Sarah smiled knowingly at Amber.

"True" Amber responded. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Sarah hesitated. "I'm not meeting Claire at the bar until eleven. I've got a few things I need done at my place, and it doesn't seem right that he gets the evening off just because you're...entertaining a guest."

My eyes flicked between Amber and Sarah. They were discussing me as if I wasn't there. I realized my chances of a relaxing evening were rapidly diminishing. Of course, I knew I would be imagining Amber and Justin all evening, just feet away from my house. But at least I could be frustrated in the comfort of my own home.

Amber considered for a second.

"True."

She looked down at me, still rubbing her foot.

"We both know the kinds of things you do when you're home alone with no supervision, don't we, bank?"

I blushed, remembering how she caught me watching porn yesterday. I glanced at Sarah and saw a knowing look on her face. She burst out laughing at the horrified look on my face.

"Yes, Amber told me about your little adventure yesterday. Kind of pathetic really, watching porn in your living room in the middle of the day."

Amber pulled her feet out of my lap and settled them back on the couch. I started to get to my feet to resume my chores when Sarah laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you mind if I try him out?" Sarah asked.

Amber chuckled and waved her hand magnanimously.

"By all means."

Sarah straightened out on the couch and dropped a foot into my lap. My gaze automatically followed her long legs up but she had her hands in her lap, demurely keeping her short skirt pressed down against the couch, blocking my view of her panties. I sighed inwardly and began to rub her foot.

She moaned slightly and leaned back against the couch.

"Oh this is good. You've been holding out on me, Amber."

Amber chuckled and reached down and patted me on the head. I felt a familiar mix of emotions. Pride at being recognized for doing a good job by Amber and now Sarah, along with humiliation at being treated like an object or at best a pet.

Sarah had her eyes closed now and was settled in, enjoying the foot massage.

"This chastity cage thing is miraculous. It's like the perfect system. He does whatever we want and never bothers us for sex."

Amber laughed.

"True. Don't forget that he pays us for the privilege of serving us."

Sarah nodded.

"Oh yes, believe me I haven't forgotten that part." Sarah let out another small moan of pleasure before she continued.

"To be honest, I'm surprised he was looking at porn yesterday. He told me there were these spikes or whatever in that tiny cage and they hurt him if he tries to get it up."

Amber nodded.

"Yes, but obviously they're not effective enough. I'm handling the situation though."

I grimaced, suddenly remembering the new cage Dr. Latham was sending her.

"That's good." Sarah said, opening her eyes and giving me a quick grin before taking another sip of her wine.

Amber took a sip of hers as well and looked at me over the rim of her glass. I suppressed a shudder at the mischievous look in her eyes.

"Well, in a way it's not surprising that he still looks at porn. I mean, he used to - before I told him it was off limits."

Sarah tried to conceal a laugh behind her hand.

"You did what?"

Amber nodded.

"That's right. You're not allowed to look at porn any more, are you bank?"

I flushed again from embarrassment but nodded slowly, pleading with my eyes for Amber to stop.

"No miss, I'm not allowed to look at porn any more."

She grinned.

"And why is that?"

Both Amber and Sarah were watching me. Amber with a cruel smirk and Sarah with a look of genuine interest.

"Because...because you said it might give me funny ideas about wanting sex."

Sarah laughed again, this time not bothering to try to hide it. Amber continued relentlessly.

"That's right. And do you get to have sex?"

"No..." I whispered. I was desperate for her to stop. Admitting this in front of Sarah was worse than having to strip naked for her for my weigh ins.

"Why not, little bank?"

I couldn't meet their gaze. I looked down at my hands, still rubbing Sarah's foot.

"I...I'm small."

More laughter from Sarah. Amber prompted me.

"...and?"

I groaned out loud.

"I cum too fast."

"That's right." Amber said. "And you've disappointed every woman you've tried to have sex with, didn't you?"

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt tears well up in my eyes at the extreme shame of having to admit this in front of Sarah. I glanced up at her. She was looking down at me with a pitying look that was even worse than her laughter.

"Aw, Amber - you're torturing the poor guy."

"I know" Amber responded. "But you were asking about the cage, and I think it's helpful to remind him from time to time why he's in it. Don't you think it's for the best, bank?"

I hesitated. It was incredibly frustrating and cruel. Most of the time I wanted nothing more than to tear it off and masturbate furiously. But at the same time it was a constant reminder of Amber's control and every time the spikes dig in or I feel an erection get crushed before it starts I am reminded of her and shiver with a different sort of pleasure. Denied any sort of sexual contact or orgasm I felt in a perpetual state of arousal that was new and admittedly exciting to me. Everything I did for Amber or even Sarah was charged with a sort of sexual intensity. Washing their underwear and clothes, for example, but even cleaning their cars or doing yard work for Amber seemed almost sexual to me now. On top of this, there was Amber's point about not being able to disappoint women sexually, as I had my entire life. I nodded.

"Yes miss. It's for the best that you have me locked up."

Amber patted me on the head again.

"Good bank."

I shivered with pleasure at her praise.

Sarah pulled her feet back onto the couch.

"That felt great - you can rub my feet tonight when I'm doing my hair and makeup. But you'd better get back to your chores now."

I nodded. My hands were starting to get sore from rubbing two pairs of feet, and I desperately needed to get back to work if I was to have any chance at all to finish this weekend. Seeing I was dismissed, I checked the list and went back to work.

Sarah got up to leave around 5 PM. I was on my hands and knees in the kitchen. I had pulled everything out from under the sink and was in the process of cleaning the cabinet before I put everything back in a more organized way. She called me over to the door as she slipped on her flats.

"Dinner is at seven right?"

Amber nodded, still relaxed on the couch.

"I assume you haven't done your run or pushups yet?"

She was all business again, slipping into her role as professional trainer.

I nodded.

"No, Sarah, I'm sorry. I haven't done either yet."

I decided it was best not to mention that I hadn't done them because I had been working for Amber and Sarah since before dawn.

She frowned.

"Ok. So you'll leave here a bit before seven I assume. You will run and do your pushups and eat something and shower, then I expect you at my house at eight thirty. Clear?"

I nodded while sighing internally. It was enough time to do those tasks but it would be tight. There wouldn't be any time to relax.

Dismissed, I went back to my task as Sarah and Amber gave each other quick goodbye hugs. A minute later, Amber strolled into the kitchen and looked over the chore list. She grabbed a pencil and I groaned as I saw her write something else on the list and circle it. From my perspective on the floor I could see a flash of her pink bra under her crop top. I remembered how her breasts looked in the string bikini. I followed her body down to her long legs and her exposed thighs below the hem of her short skirt, and wondered again if she had replaced the pink panties I had to give to Justin.

"Bank - I added one more thing. You need to do this before seven tonight."

I got to my feet and walked over to her. The newly added item was

-Strip the bed. wash all sheets. iron sheets and and make up the bed-

I swallowed heavily and closed my eyes for a second, suppressing a groan as I thought of Amber and Justin fucking in the bed I carefully prepared for them. She was studying my reaction carefully, and my look of frustration brought a smile to her lips.

"Better get started, bank. You still have dinner to cook. I'm going to take a nice hot bath and get ready." She looked at me almost hungrily before taking a half step toward me. Her breasts were inches from my chest now, and she raised her arms and put them over my shoulders, pulling out heads together. Instead of a kiss, she pulled my ear to her mouth and whispered.

"I haven't been fucked in almost a week and I need it desperately."

I couldn't help but let out a moan of frustration and excitement. I wanted to place my hands on her hips and pull her close to me. I could feel the pressure of her breasts on my chest now.

"I haven't even masturbated yet today."

I groaned again.

"Oh wait...silly me" she chuckled. "I completely forgot that I did...this morning. While you were out working in the back yard."

I started to breathe heavily. I knew she was deliberately torturing me but I didn't care. All I could think of was her in her bed masturbating - maybe with a vibrator or with her hands - while I was just on the other side of the wall working, completely unaware.

"Do you know what I was thinking about?" she whispered again, the warm air blowing on my ear causing a shiver to run through my body.

"No..." I breathed.

"Justin."

I groaned loudly this time, eliciting a silverly laugh from Amber.

"His beautiful beautiful cock. I think I'm in love with it. I was telling Sarah all about it this morning."

I was having trouble breathing now. My own penis was struggling harder than ever but it was only succeeding in crushing itself and impaling itself on the spikes. The pain was growing but I didn't want to move for fear of interrupting Amber. I thought about her and Sarah having that conversation and despite a bolt of white hot jealousy running through me I wished I had overheard it.

"It's just...wow. I had two hands on it and still there was so much more sticking out...I'm sure he wouldn't fit in even the largest cage that Dr. Latham makes. And anyways I think locking up a cock like that would be a sin"

I was starting to shake slightly from frustration. I couldn't help myself - I slowly raised my hands to place them on Amber's hips.

She sensed my movement and looked down.

"No little bank...remember you don't touch me without my permission."

Sighing, I somehow found the will power to lower my arms back at my sides. She put her lips at my ear again.

"That was bad. I'm going to have to punish you for that later" she whispered sweetly.

"And it doesn't hurt that that cock is connected to a really hot body. You've seen him without his shirt on. Tell me what he looks like."

I blushed deeply.

"Um...he's hot."

I felt Amber nod. Her right arm slid off of my shoulder and I could see her bring her hand to her left breast. Her breathing quickened on my ear.

"That's right...describe his body."

I shuddered from embarrassment and arousal. The spikes were digging in so hard that I was worried they would break the skin of my penis. I moved my hands to try to adjust the cage slightly to relieve pressure.

"Uh uh bank" Amber whispered, sensing my movement again.

I let out a deep breath.

"Um...he has broad shoulders, and a really strong chest."

"Yes..." Amber whispered. I saw her hand kneading her breast through her shirt.

"Uh...his arms are really cut. Muscular but lean too."

"That's right." Came the faint whisper. She was definitely breathing harder. Her hand disappeared below her breast out of my field of view. I could tell from the angle of her arm that it must be between her legs.

"And his stomach?" Came the whisper, in between panted breaths.

I needed to cum desperately. I felt hot tears of frustration well up.

"He has abs" I said quietly.

"Yes..." came her excited response.

"They're really cut - you can see them clearly."

She nodded quickly. I could tell her hand was moving faster.

"They are" she whispered in agreement. "I feel like I can climb on them...down...down to his wonderful cock. Oh I can't wait for tonight."

She suddenly stood up straight and looked directly into my eyes. There was a faint smile on her lips.