Breaking Him In

Nick had slept badly his mind bombarded with the the strangest of dreams and his body feeling used and abused. He woke early not quite recognising his surroundings, then the realisation slowly started to come back to him, it was not a dream but a nightmare. The dildo had fallen out but the cock ring was still in place but was no longer vibrating.

Nick's eyes flew open to sunlight slicing through unfamiliar curtains--right, Aunt Lydia's guest room. The bedroom smelled like jasmine and something sharper--Veronica's perfume, maybe--lingering on the sheets where she'd sat earlier. Nick's wrists ached faintly from the cuffs, the marks still fresh. He swallowed, his throat dry. The previous night flooded back in fragments: the way Veronica had laughed when he'd begged, the exact shade of Lydia's lipstick smudged on his thigh.

Every muscle ached when he tried to move, the sheets clinging to his damp skin. The scent of sweat and something muskier hit him as he shifted, triggering flashes of last night: Veronica's nails down his spine, Lydia's belt snapping against his ass while they laughed about his pathetic erection.

Downstairs, china clinked against countertop, followed by Veronica's throaty chuckle. Something about the rhythm of their morning routine felt practiced, like they'd broken in other boys this way before.

The sheets pooled around his hips as he sat up, wincing at the sting between his legs. Dried cum crackled on his stomach when he rubbed at it absently, the memory of Lydia forcing him to lick her fingers clean surfacing unbidden. His cock twitched traitorously at the recollection, and he squeezed his eyes shut like he could erase the heat creeping up his neck.

Footsteps padded up the stairs--too light to be Lydia's. Nick barely had time to pull the sheet over his lap before the door swung open. Veronica leaned against the frame, steaming mug in hand, dressed in nothing but a short semi transparent nightie, slipping off one shoulder. The outline of her body and large sagging breasts and prominent nipples clearly visible. "Morning, puppy," she purred, eyes dragging over the visible marks on his chest. "Sleep well?"

Nick's throat locked when she strode forward, the robe parting to reveal the curve of her hip. The tea's bergamot scent clashed with the musk still clinging to his skin. Veronica's thumb swiped across his lower lip--chapped from last night's use--before pressing the mug into his hands. "Drink. Lydia wants you hydrated." The unspoken for what, hung between them.

Downstairs, a drawer slammed. Nick flinched, hot liquid sloshing onto his thighs. Veronica clicked her tongue, catching the spill with her fingers and licking them slowly. "Nervous?" Her nail scraped his nipple, drawing a hiss. "You should be. She's choosing your collar today." The word collar sent an electric jolt down his spine, equal parts dread and something shamefully warm.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs--deliberate, heavy. Lydia's shadow filled the doorway, dressed in a silk robe, a leather riding crop tapping against her thigh. Nick's fingers clenched around the mug, knuckles white. "Good," she said, eyes on his death grip. "You're awake."

"So let my tell you something, you are not the first rebellious teenager we have broken in and helped to rehabilitate to become a useful member of society", Aunty Lydia paused and glanced across at Veronica who gave her a look, "or perhaps I should say, became useful to certain members of society!"

"I have spoken with your mother and assured her that you have settled in but that this could be a long road and she needs patience. I have told her that it will be best if she doesn't have contact with you until I say so, and that I have confiscated your mobile phone. It seems that she welcomes the peace and quite at home."

"So Veronica and I will help you to become useful too, assisted by a few likeminded friends". Again she paused. " Whilst we are rehabilitating and training you, you are to do whatever we tell you to do, if not you will be punished!" " But you must understand that any punishment is for your own benefit, we find that its is a very useful training tool, and most rewarding to us!" Lydia smiled "as you may have learned last night".

"Our methods may be considered a little unconventional but they always get results". Lydia stared straight into Nicks eyes as if she was reading his mind " Do you understand?"

Nick didn't know how to respond. If last night was anything to go by, then their methods were certainly unconventional. "Well do you" Lydia repeated. "Yes Aunt Lydia" Nick finally muttered. "From know on you will only speak when you are asked to do so, and you will refer to me as Mistress and to Veronica as Miss..... do you understand?" Nick nodded "Yes."

"Yes WHAT!" "Yes Mistress". Nick replied.

With that Lydia handed Veronica an oblong black box. The click of the latch made Nick's stomach drop. Inside, nestled in satin, lay three collars: a thin metal collar, a study steel band with a D-ring, and, his breath caught, a wide black one lined with soft velvet padding. Lydia traced the last one with a manicured finger. "This one's for when you've been especially good." The way her teeth gleamed when she smiled didn't match her tone. Veronica's laugh was a warm puff against his ear as she toyed with his hair.

Lydia strode forward, the robe parting to reveal the curve of her hips as she leaned down and reached forward grasping his deflated cock and using a small tool she undid the heavy steel cock ring, much to Nick's relief. She then snapped her fingers near his ear. "Focus." She tossed a neatly folded towel at his chest. "Shower. Five minutes," as she plucked the tea from him.

Nick was slow to move. "Shower..... NOW!" Her crop pointed toward the bathroom, its tip brushing his sternum--a silent threat. Nick's legs wobbled when he stood, the sheet falling away completely. Veronica's appreciative hum followed him as he shuffled toward the tile, his bare feet leaving damp prints on the hardwood.

Veronica turned on the shower, Initially it ran through cold, then warmed up and soon the water scalded, but he didn't dare adjust the temperature. The soap stung the welts on his butt cheeks as he scrubbed half-heartedly, the steam filling his lungs like a suffocating reminder of last night's breaths stolen by their hands. The hot water suddenly stopped and the shower curtain ripped back unexpectedly; Veronica stood there with a razor and pink foam, Lydia looming behind her with arms crossed. "Hold still, puppy," Veronica cooed, squeezing a thick line of shaving cream down his thigh before he could protest.

Nick braced against the tiled wall as the razor's first pass scraped away hair and dignity in equal measure. Lydia's fingers dug into his hip to keep him from squirming. "Such a fuss," she tutted as Veronica worked lower, the blade skirting dangerously close to his balls. The scent of aloe and humiliation clogged the air, clean, clinical, utterly inescapable!

Foam dripped pink onto the drain as Veronica hummed, her strokes methodical. Nick watched clumps of his body hair swirl away, his thighs stinging where the razor bit too deep. "Better," Lydia murmured, turning his chin to inspect her friend's handiwork. "Now hold your right leg out". Veronica applied the shaving cream to his lower leg and the razer continued its task. Lydia's thumb rubbed a spot Veronica missed near his knee, the pressure just shy of painful. "Almost pretty enough to be useful, now the other leg." The process was repeated with the left leg.

Veronica's razor then moved to to his pubic area and paused at the base of his cock. "Hold your little friend out of the way," she instructed, flicking the blade against his inner thigh for emphasis. Nick's hands shook as he lifted himself, the absurdity of the position burning hotter than the steam.

The razor's next pass made his stomach clench, too close, too exposed. Veronica clicked her tongue at his flinch. "Spoiled brats always tense up," she mused, dragging the blade upward in one long, practiced stroke. Nick's gasp echoed off the tiles as cool air hit newly bare skin. Lydia's grip tightened, forcing him to watch her smile widen at his discomfort. "There," Veronica murmured, patting his shaved groin with a towel.

When he stepped out of the shower, dripping, Lydia was waiting at the door."Now for inspection". Nick reluctantly stood up in the middle of the bathroom, his feet on the cold tiled floor. "Arms up boy!" Nick raised his arms. His Aunt inspected his shaved legs then noticed the hair under his armpits. She tutted "Hands on your head boy!" Nick did as told. Lydia then inspected his pubic area again noticing hairs on his balls. More tutting.

"Still too much hair," she decided, snapping her fingers toward the sink. Veronica obediently squeezed more foam into her palm, this time slathering it thick over his thighs. Nick's protest died when Lydia's crop tapped his erection--a silent warning. The razor's teeth bit into his inner thigh, scraping away the last vestiges of masculinity with each deliberate stroke.

Foam dripped pink onto the tiles as Veronica worked, her humming shifting to whispered praise whenever Nick managed not to flinch. "Such smooth skin," she mused, dragging the blade upward to catch the hollow behind his knee. The cold metal against such vulnerable flesh made his breath hitch--a reaction Lydia catalogued with a smirk, her fingers now toying with his nipples. "Think he'll cry when we do his armpits?" she asked, laughing when Nick's eyes widened.

The razor flipped in Veronica's hand, its edge glinting under the bathroom lights as she motioned for him to lift his arms. Nick hesitated just long enough for Lydia's crop to snap against his inner thigh, the sharp pain forcing a gasp as he obeyed. Veronica's sigh was almost maternal as she lathered the foam into his pits, the citrusy sting of it mixing with the shame burning his cheeks. "Hold still, or I'll take off more than hair," she warned, pressing the blade against the tender skin where his arm met his torso.

Nick bit his lip as the razor scraped away the first patch, the sound obscenely loud in the steam-thick air. Lydia crowded behind him, her breasts pressing into his back while her fingers pinched a nipple, distraction and punishment rolled into one. Veronica worked with clinical efficiency, each stroke exposing pink, vulnerable skin that puckered in the humid air. "Look at you," Lydia murmured, her breath hot on his neck. "Like a plucked little bird."

The sink filled with clumps of dark hair as Veronica moved to his other thigh, her fingers splaying his leg wider against the tile. The razor's edge caught a sensitive crease, drawing a bead of blood that Veronica licked away before Nick could even whimper. Lydia's hand slid between his legs, cupping him possessively. "Better not get hard," she warned, her thumb circling the base of his cock in a mockery of comfort. "Unless you want the razor somewhere... trickier."

Nick's breath hitched as Veronica dragged the blade up his inner thigh with deliberate slowness, the cold metal contrasting with Lydia's burning grip. Water sluiced down his trembling legs, carrying pink-tinged suds into the drain along with the last remnants of his resistance. Veronica tapped the razor against his pubic bone. "Hold your sac," she ordered, nudging his balls with the handle. When he fumbled, Lydia sighed and took over, her fingers expertly cradling him while Veronica's blade scraped away the remaining coarse hair beneath.

The razor lingered dangerously close to his perineum, Veronica's breath warm on his hip as she murmured, "Wouldn't want to nick anything important." Nick squeezed his eyes shut, only to gasp when Lydia pinched the head of his cock, forcing them open again. "Watch," she commanded, as Veronica carved away the final patch, leaving him smooth as a doll. Steam curled around their bodies as she straightened, running her palm over his freshly shaved skin with a hum of approval.

Lydia had him turn around "Bend over with your legs spread wide". Nick hesitated and received a slap on his thigh. "I expect you to respond to my commands straight away, I don't have all day boy". Nick reluctantly bent over. "Grip your ankles". Again he did as commanded. Veronica applied shaving foam to his most private areas and then proceeded to shave the hairs around the back of his balls and his crack.

Lydia's fingers suddenly knotted in his hair, wrenching his head back to face her. "Eyes on me while she finishes," she ordered, her perfume cloying in the humid air. Lydia released his hair only to trail her nails down his chest, stopping just above the fresh stinging expanse.

Bergamot-scented foam dripped pink onto the tiles as Veronica worked, her humming shifting to whispered warnings whenever Nick tensed. The razor's teeth scraped perilously close to his balls, each stroke exposing vulnerable skin that puckered in the humid air. Lydia's fingers suddenly pinched his nipple, twisting sharply, distraction masquerading as punishment. Veronica's chuckle vibrated against his hip as she carved away the last patch of pubic hair, leaving him bare as a mannequin. "There," she purred, patting his shaved groin with a towel that reeked of her perfume.

Eventually Aunt Lydia seemed satisfied. "Now you'll look presentable when you're on your knees."

Veronica reached into the fogged-up mirror cabinet and took out a bottle of aftershave, Nick gasped at the sting of aftershave, before Lydia snapped her fingers. When Nick turned round he saw Lydia holding a leather harness. The sudden snap of the harness straps against his thighs made him flinch; leather and steel buckles cinched tight around his hips, the D-rings clinking as Lydia threaded a lead through them. "Arms up," she commanded, and before he could protest, the harness's secondary straps wound around his wrists, yanking them behind his back with a sharp click of the locks.

The harness had straps that went around his legs to the back and rested on his butt cheeks as well as around his scrotum. Veronica handed Lydia a metal hook with a large ball attached at the end. With his arms bound behind him she had no problem bending Nick's head down and pushing his legs apart so that with the application of some lubricant she could force the metal ball into his tight hole, as Nick winced and held his breath, still sore for last nights punishment.

Pulling him back again to an upright position Lydia adjusted the straps pulling them tight so that they fitted his body tightly. She then took the thick collar from the box and wrapped it around Nick's neck, doing up the straps at the back. The collar was shaped to fit tightly under his chin and over his collar bone and was raised at the front so that if forced his chin up and his head back, so that Nick found himself having to keep his eyes down in order that he could look straight ahead. He later found out that this was called a posture collar.

The collar had a D ring at the back which Lydia attached to a thick strap that ran down to the hook inserted in his butt. By adjusting the length of the strap she could force him to bend his back and in doing push his buttocks out, but for the time being she left it fairly loose so he was able to stand straight. Finally she reached into her pocket and took out the metal cock ring which she clamped around his soft cock.

Veronica stepped forward and her thumb traced the outline of the cock ring which now started pulsing to life against his bare skin, her smirk widening as Nick's knees buckled. "See the remote?" Lydia dangled a sleek silver fob from one finger, its single button glinting under the bathroom lights. She slipped it into her breast pocket, her fingers lingering on the swell of her breast as Nick's breath shallowed. The harness's straps dug into his shoulders when he struggled, the vibration intensifying, a cruel tease against his oversensitive flesh.

The sudden high-frequency buzz ripped a groan from Nick's throat, his hips jerking against the restraints as the ring flared to life. Veronica's laughter curled around him like smoke, the vibrations shifting from relentless thrumming to erratic, torturous pulses. Lydia circled him, the riding crop dragging along the harness's D-rings, each tug sending shockwaves through his bound arms. "This one's for endurance training," she murmured, flicking the crop against his inner thigh where the leather bit deepest. Nick's vision blurred as the vibrations hit a crescendo--then cut off abruptly, leaving him gasping against the shower wall.

Veronica's nails traced the outline of the remote's bulge through Lydia's breast pocket. "Let's see if he can earn his collar," she suggested, her free hand yanking the lead attached to his hip harness hard enough to send him stumbling forward. The sudden movement reignited the ring's vibrations at half-strength, a constant, maddening hum that turned every step into a battle against oversensitivity. Lydia caught his chin, her thumb pressing into the hinge of his jaw. "You'll wear this until you learn to cum only when permitted," she said, snapping the lead taut and handing the remote to Veronica.

Nick's gasp echoed off the tiles as the ring suddenly pulsed in sync with a bass-heavy track Veronica selected on her mobile phone, each beat a jolt straight to his abused nerves. The harness straps creaked when Lydia forced him to his knees, the D-rings digging into his thighs as she threaded a second leash through them, crisscrossing his arms behind his back like a parcel. Veronica crouched in front of him. "We'll start with ten minutes while we have breakfast," she lied sweetly, her fingertip hovering over the control button.