Confined: Chapter 2
A young guy moves into a shared house with five female college students in London during a country lockdown. He finds himself in a sexual slavery and humiliation ordeal as he attempts to capture the heart of his childhood friend and crush.
Chapter 2:
Life in the shared house under lockdown wasn't quite what he anticipated. As exam season approached, the girls spent the majority of their time in their rooms, focusing on their studies. Fortunately, this didn't bother him since he had a lot to keep himself busy with. He imagined fun parties and gathering in the kitchen every day, particularly with Lili, who was on the same floor as him. Lili's room was small, with minimal space for visitors aside from the bed, making it difficult for him to sit down. He often lingered in the doorway, but hesitated to enter due to the lack of a suitable seating area. Lili occasionally popped into his room, usually to borrow a pen since she couldn't find it in her messy room. Stacks of boxes took up the space like she had just moved in. Their conversations remained surface-level ever since he moved in, as if she'd built a wall of boxes between them.
Diana inhabited the largest room on the first floor, inviting the others to join her for some yoga sessions to relax after the studying. These sessions were his favorite, since he could see every girl's behinds and bosoms, albeit trying to be discreet and only giving them sideways glances. Diana's ample bosom was best displayed during the yoga sessions, wearing only a sports bra. He couldn't help but wonder how it would look if they went running. Fethiye often donned a top that showed off her toned back. It was almost hotter than Diana's cleavage when she flexed her arms, displaying her back muscles. Tiffany participated at times, but she wasn't as dedicated as the others. He didn't think she cared much about her body, given her destructive habits like drug use and drinking every weekend. However, with the dearth of parties, she was forced to be more cautious. Her slim waist and perky breasts, always displayed in crop tops, were lovely to behold even when she just stretched her calves. The highlight, of course, was watching Lili bend, stretch, and contort in every direction. It was as if her elongated limbs had no limits. How lucky a guy would be to be with her, especially during sex. He always made sure to get a spot at the back to take in the view.
Another room on the first floor was shared by Fethiye. He never got a peek inside. She vacated it at 6am every day for her daily run, shattering the peace with a forceful door slam opposite his bed. She would usually return around 8am, taking a shower, and heading back to her room. He occasionally got to see her only in a towel, right after stepping out of the bathroom with wet hair still dripping. He wasn't sure why she didn't use the one upstairs, but he certainly had no complaints. He rarely saw her again until the evening when she descended to prepare her meal. You'd think it would be rice and plain chicken, but she always whipped up the most delectable yet healthful and protein-rich dishes. Chickpeas, fava beans, olive oil, and a variety of vegetables in various combinations. He longed to taste it, but didn't have the nerve to ask her for a sample. He usually prepared lunch for everyone, delivering it to their rooms or leaving it out if they forbade him from entering, like Fethiye and Shruti. He'd been cooking for himself since he came to the UK, living alone. He'd never received criticism for his cooking.
The final room on the ground floor is occupied by Tiffany, who has her own space. She has hung many pictures of herself and her friends on the walls, disregarding the potential damage to the wall's surface and the potential loss of her security deposit. Tiffany also has a secret collection of tequila bottles that she enjoys cracking open during the day or night. She seems to be struggling the most with the lockdown, constantly trying to persuade others to hang out and drink with her. She often coerces me to listen to her stories about her sexual encounters and her boy and girl troubles. Whenever I attempt to share something about myself, she shows little interest and changes the subject to herself. Although I find her stories intriguing, I do not mind because they revolve around her sexual experiences, which end in a random location with a stranger. Tiffany recently shared her goal to identify London's largest penis, and she is willing to provide a demonstration by using a banana to simulate deepthroating. She convincingly makes the banana completely disappear and maintains eye contact with me during the demonstration, making it seem like she could easily take on a large penis. She concludes her story by hoping that London's largest penis is not in our midst, and I look down only to find my erection clearly visible through my joggers. Tiffany has increased her visits to my room to discuss random topics while I make vigorous efforts to control my erection.
The loft's last room houses Shruit. I have peeked inside when Shruit was absent. The room is elegantly decorated with ambient lighting that complements the wood features. However, I didn't have enough time to thoroughly explore it due to fear of being discovered. She rarely engages in conversation with me and virtually never participates in group activities. There have been instances where I see her in an intimate conversation with Fethiye, and they both eat together in her room on occasion. I am curious about the nature of their discussions.
The tedious nature of the work I am tasked with is aggravating Diana and Fethiye. Diana places great importance on cleanliness and offers polite pointers when I fail to meet her standards. If there are any missed spots during cleaning activities, she gives me a hug on the head, which I enjoy. Fethiye has a harsher approach, ensuring the bathrooms are meticulously clean. I detest removing the hairs from the shower drain, but she insisted I clear them out with my hands. The clumps of hair had become saturated with bodily fluids, leaving me feeling repulsed. She made me remove each clump meticulously while she watched me. After completing the task, she flushed the toilet with my head in it. This left me sobbing, but fortunately, no one else heard me or pretended not to. Since then, I have been avoiding Fethiye.
As the exam period reaches its peak, some individuals are completing their final exams. These exams were either changed to open-book online or to essay submissions only. I am experiencing intense pressure and the only way I can ease it is by masturbating. Lili and I share a space that is separated only by a few steps, and the refuge I seek is driving me insane. I steal one of her panties while doing laundry and use it as a makeshift blindfold during study sessions. These nocturnal experiences provide some relief from the tension, and the fear of being discovered adds an excitement to the situation. Lili's panties are adorned with beautiful bows and flowers, which I find alluring. While watching feminization hypnosis videos, I imagine Fethiye spanking me and forcing me to put my head in the toilet, followed by penetration from a dildo. This fantasy originated from the time she made me clean a toilet by licking it. Additionally, I imagine Tiffany performing fellatio on me until her lips touch my stomach. However, my primary erotic fantasies revolve around Lili, whom I desire to worship in every possible way. Her impressive flexibility contributes to my fantasies' realism.
Exam preparations are intensifying, causing me to feel overwhelmed. The only way to ease the tension is to engage in self-pleasure. I live just feet away from Lili, and her proximity is driving me nuts. I sneak a few of her panties during laundry and use them as blindfolds while I study at night. I enjoy the near-discovery thrill, and Lili's underwear is strikingly attractive with its little bows and flowers. While watching feminization hypnosis videos, I imagine Fethiye slapping me and shoving my head into the toilet and then pegging me with a massive dildo. This fantasy stems from a past bathroom incident where she forced me to clean the toilet while she observed. Additionally, I fantasize about Tiffany giving me the most amazing blowjob, with her lips reaching my stomach. But my primary sexual fantasies revolve around Lili and involve worshipping every part of her body in many different sexual ways. Her flexibility makes my fantasies feel more realistic.
On the final day of exam week, a group of girls are assembled in the dining area, discussing how to celebrate. I believe I should treat myself as well, so I sneak into the bathroom with my prized belongings. I slip Lili's underwear over my head; it's a used one from the previous day, allowing me to smell her intimate area well. I have also taken Shruti's sock, which she never wears anyway. Her slim foot is tiny, so the sock fits almost perfectly over my penis. Before I start jerking off, I gather Diana's electric toothbrush and, with the aid of some moisturizer, insert it into my rear. I switch it on and find myself in seventh heaven. I move my hand slowly over the sock to avoid coming too quickly. I think back to all the girls whose items I have stolen. My penis is throbbing so much that it's almost painful, but I resist the urge to climax. I'm not sure how much time has passed, but the exterior world ceases to exist, and I'm merely stroking my penis while Diana's toothbrush buzzes inside my ass. I picture them having sex with me as Lili sits on my face. Why didn't I ever do this before? I forget about myself and let out a yell as I ejaculate all over my stomach, the mirror, and Fethiye's toothbrush. This is the finest orgasm of my life.
After regaining my senses, I notice Fethiye standing in the doorway, staring at me in shock. She must have somehow cracked the lock open. Before I can cover myself, she lunges at me and seizes me by my hair. She drags me out of the room, me stumbling helplessly beside her. My pants are still around my ankles and my protests are ineffective.
"I told you he's a filthy pervert," Fethiye shouts as she throws me to the ground in the middle of the dining area.
I'm on the floor as everyone stares silently at me. The only sound is the still buzzing toothbrush protruding from my posterior.
"I want him out of here," Shruti says.
"Is that my toothbrush?" Diana screams.
"My panties," Lili gasps.
"Should I toss him out in the streets?" Fethiye inquires.
"Undress him completely beforehand," Tiffany suggests with a laugh.
Fethiye is already on top of me, struggling to get my shirt and pants off, preparing to render me homeless and humiliated on the streets of London.
"Everyone, calm down!" Diana exclaims. "What he did is terrible, and I'll definitely dispose of this toothbrush. But we can't simply eject him like this. He's completed his contract and has nowhere else to go. He can't exactly fly home at the moment."
"He should've thought about that earlier. I cannot live with this pervert for another moment," Shruti says, relishing the vindication of her initial judgment. I think she's even pleased by this escalation.
"Please, let me go," I plead, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Shut up, bitch," Fethiye snarls, standing on my face with her shoe, crushing my mouth against the floor and preventing me from talking. Her wide toes are slipping slightly on my face, and I catch a whiff of her foot odor.
"Fethiye!" Lili shouts, reprimanding her.
Fethiye reluctantly removes her foot from my face.
"Let's all take a moment to regroup and decide what to do next," Lili continues, the only one exhibiting rationality in the chaotic situation I have created.
A few moments later, we've all gathered around the dining table. I'm unable to look anyone in the eye, as I am now sobbing uncontrollably. The items I've utilized to reach climax have been disposed of and my pants are back up. I understand that there is no turning back from this, and we are now beyond normal relationships due to what I've done to all of the girls.
"What can we do?" Diana requests.
"It's evident that we must learn to coexist somehow, as none of us can leave for who knows how long," Lili replies. "I'm also uncertain how I would explain this to my parents, and I cannot jeopardize the relationship between our families."
"You think we should lock him in a cupboard, right?" Fethiye says.
"Not exactly..." Tiffany replies while holding something in her hand.
I get a closer look and instantly recognize it as a chastity device for men. It's small and contains a lock.
"What's that?" Lili questions in shock.
"This is how you tame men," Tiffany explains. "They think with their dicks. Once you lock it up, you control the mind. They'll do whatever you tell them to. It's a simple solution, plus all men should wear one," she says, now laughing.
I have an average penis size, maybe slightly above average, but just looking at the chastity cage causes my manhood to shrivel.
"Have you done this before?" Diana asks hesitantly.
"Of course," Tiffany replies without any guilt. "What do you think that ring of keys was for? I sort of feel sorry for them now as they couldn't see me for close to three months."
"Excellent idea, Tiff," Fethiye says. "Better than just throwing him on the street."
"Agreed. So, how many keys are there?" Shruti inquires.
"Two keys came with the device. I want to add one to my key collection," Tiffany responds.
"Deal. He stays as long as I can take his other key," Shruti says.
Lili is silent, probably still in shock from the sudden escalation in events. The idea goes from crazy to practical in a flash. I don't protest because being thrown out isn't an option, and it feels like fate has something in store for me.
"We need to make him look the part of our chastity pet," Fethiye pronounces.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm in the bathroom, locked into a cage on my dick. Like the house I'm locked in, I don't know when I'll be free again. But, I'm strangely fine with it. They never asked for my agreement. Tiffany swiftly equipps the device with her slender expert fingers, and then orders me completely naked.
"Get on your knees and lick up the mess you've created," Fethiye demands with all the others watching behind her. Lili has snuck away quietly. I taste my own cum for the first time, it's salty, and my eyes are still wet from crying. I can't stop the tears, but they've mostly dried up and I'm making stupid sounds.
"What a pervert," Fethiye says, showing me a mirror with a smear of sperm and drool on it.
I slurp up the cum. There's so much of it.
Fethiye then proceeds to wipe the mirror with my hair. "Hey, grab that toothbrush and shove it down his throat," she orders. I instantly gag, and Fethiye laughs. Next, she forces the brush up my ass with the scratchy bristles. It's the most excruciating pain I've ever felt, and I scream, but anyone hearing it would only hear a whimper from me.
"Do you like this, immature boy?"
But it's Fethiye who seems turned on. I'm just being humiliated and in more pain than before.
"You seem to've enjoyed it, pervert," Fethiye says.
"That's enough now," Diana interrupts. "You had your fun."
"I did enjoy it. Now it's time to ruin his masculinity," Fethiye decides.
A razor and waxing kit are quickly pulled from hidden areas of the cupboards in the bathroom.
"Who will take charge of this operation?" Fethiye asks, seemingly desperate for this task.
"We often joke that men would be much nicer if they felt even a fraction of the pain women have to endure." Diana laughs.
"Lili should do it," Fethiye decides. "Wouldn't it be memorable if she did it?"
Lili is brought back in. She protests a bit, but the others encourage her. She surrenders and takes the hair removal supplies. We face each other and our heights are the same. She starts with the razor, gently shaving my face. It's like my regular shave. It could be described as romantic if it weren't for the fact that the other girls are watching and I'm naked, locked into a chastity device. I can feel Lili's breath on my face and her dark eyes as she moves the razor over my skin.
After tenderly touching my face, Lili's hands traverse to my upper body. With minimal hair coverage, she effortlessly removes the hair from my armpits and around my chest area. Despite feeling ashamed, a gentle brush against my left nipple elicits a shiver running through my body. If given a choice, I'd remain in this state forever.
"Come on girl, show us what you've got!" Fethiye jumps in, distracting from the intimate moment.
"Wax his legs already!" Shruti orders.
"They can have their moment," Tiffany interjects. "We'll catch up no problem."
"This may be painful," Lili whispers, anticipating my response.
"There's no need to apologize," I reply.
Lili then presses the heated sheet on my forearm, ready to rip it off like before. Far more intense than expected, the sensation is agony as needles invade my skin. My tooth-gritting resolve refuses to release any tears.
She moves on to my torso next, repeating the same process. Crouching in front of me, her face nearly at eye level with my genitals, Lili's predicament is palpable every time she looks up at my arousal. Craving a moment shared between us, I imagine her in this position, awaiting my approval to fellate me. But tonight, that fantasy will not become reality.
Moving onto my legs, the thick mass of glossy black hair overwhelms her. With no hesitation, Lili rips off the wax causing me to scream as if it's the first, worst pain.
"Finally!" Fethiye exclaims.
"Is he okay?" Lili questions, yet determined to continue.
Once she's completed the arduous task of shedding the hair from both legs in mere minutes, I'm bare aside from my scalp and genitals. Lili is unsure of her next move. The shyness is apparent, and her hesitation shows no desire to touch my horny spot.
"This would be easier if I could free him for a moment." Tiffany suggests, quickly unlocking my lock.
My limp, cold dick is liberated momentarily, and Lili first grasps it unsurely before carefully shaving around my genitals. My unresponsive dick transforms before her eyes into a raging arousal. I'm bewildered and gazing dumbfoundedly when to my shock, Lili holds my erect phallus as she continues to wash the surrounding area. My brain and groin are screaming in opposite directions.
"Just do it, girl. He's completely defanged," Tiffany encourages.
The sensitive spots are reached with the razor, and Lili proceeds to groom my genitals. The crotch area requires the wax again. Her repeated attempts to remove the wax prove fruitful. Yet still, I shed a tear.
"So original," Tiffany smirks. The other girls are thoroughly amused.
"Sorry you had to see that." Lili apologizes, not halting her actions.
She directs me to stand and spread my cheeks. The final wash takes away the last of my body hair, aside from the main praiseworthy area — my head.
I stare at myself in the mirror, a clean-cut man glaring at me, with a full view of what's behind my aggressively-shaven torso. Due to the girls not knowing what to do today, I've granted them a visual treat that will last them throughout the night. I'm helpless as my back is secured with a cage, and they're not ready to let me go yet.
We gather clothing pieces rapidly, stacking them on the bed. Prior to delving into the haul, Shruti approaches me with tweezers and carefully maintains my eyebrows until she's satisfied. We commence with undergarments first. Strikingly, I'm no longer deemed repulsive, and everyone happily offers their most alluring panties for me to try. There's a slight indent where my vagina should be, instead holding my insignificant, pathetic little penis. Diana selects her top three preferences and benevolently gifts them to me, even though they're not hers. Two belong to Lili, as we possess comparable sizes, thus they fit me convincingly, while one is from Tiffany who, of course, has the most seductive thongs. The thong picked is black and barely conceals my penis, disclosing everything at the back. Then, we progress to skirts. Close to every item comes from Lili since she owns numerous brief skirts, but I receive one from Tiffany as well, which barely covers my derriere. I also obtain tight leggings from Fethiye and, to my astonishment, a sensual red garter belt from Diana. For tops, it's largely crop tops from Tiffany in various colors. I also receive an exquisite dress from Shruti. This is the first offering from her, as she's considerably shorter than me, but this dress, which could be attributed to a shroud rather than a dress, is meticulously wrapped around me by her. It's so elongated that it still seems to fit me flawlessly. She informs me this sari is for special occasions, making today one of them. It's lovely, pale pink in hue, engraved with shimmering silver, and inclusive of a coordinating scarf. Every girl is astounded after I'm finally in it. I receive additional items such as a corset, several chokers, and tights.
All of it is folded except for my chosen ensemble for the day. It's one of Lili's panties, a short green skirt, and a white, sleeveless crop top decorated with a complementary floral choker. It's rather straightforward, but I struggle to comprehend how women can stroll outside with such revealing outfits. I experience a profound sensation of vulnerability, sensing the girls' gazes on my flesh as they take in the sight of me in this scanty outfit. Subsequent to this ensemble, the process involves makeup. I should have known. I've always abhorred makeup, even avoiding face painting at birthday parties as a child. Now I'm informed to sit as Diana adeptly applies several products, unfamiliar to me. Following 30 minutes, I'm prepared for my grand introduction. We transport a full-length mirror into the room, and upon viewing my reflection, I'm stunned.
Wow. I seem extraordinary, nearly unrecognizable. I resemble a captivating lesbian with short hair. I possess fairly long legs, which I never considered attractive until I witness them hairless and disclosed up to my thighs. My stomach is flat and my navel looks alluring. I, naturally, lack breasts, although fortunately, Tiffany possesses a similar deficit, hence her crop top accommodates me suitably. My shoulders are not overwhelmingly wide, rendering them less masculine in the top. However, the most astonishing revelation is my face.
All indications of facial hair are meticulously wiped out by the concealer. My lips appear more prominent, my cheeks are tinted and my eyebrows are thick, black, and showcase a stylish, trendy form. My eyes, though, are unquestionably the most breathtaking. Black eyeliner harmonizes with a trace of light green that matches my skirt. I profoundly doubt this is me. This metamorphosis was achieved in less than three hours. A complete metamorphosis.
"What a lovely sissy." Fethiye marvels, sharing my astonishment.
"I'm envious." Tiffany confesses partially in jest.
"I didn't believe he would actually look so attractive." Shruti remarks.
"I knew what I could achieve with this." Diana boasts, demonstrating her makeup brush.
"How do you like it, Lili?" Diana queries.
"She's charming." Lili says unironically.
"She?" Tiffany snickers. "This took no time at all."
Lili blushes.
"I only rarely confuse pronouns; we Hungarians don't have them."
I have no qualms. I genuinely seem like a beautiful girl.
"He's successfully rendered harmless." Tiffany states. "I told you it would be effective. Look. His disposition has altered drastically. He can no longer gaze directly into my eyes as he did before."
I genuinely believed she was unaware, as I had regularly steered my glance towards Tiffany's perky derriere and girlish slender frame each time she sat near me.
"Now that he's subdued, what shall we do with him?" Fethiye inquires, eager to prolong my embarrassment.
"I have an idea." Diana declares with a smirk.
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