Please have read the first chapter before delving into this one. You will make better sense of it.
Cindy insisted that Michael move in with us but he had other plans. "I'm on the circuit folks. In order to make money I have to move from town to town where the bookings are. I have a weekend gig in Milwaukee coming up next week."
That was 6 months ago. We talked Michael into staying with us and allowing me to furnish him with spending money. He graciously accepted but with two stipulations. The first was that he demanded that Cindy and I remain faithful to him and not entertain other men. The second was that he, Michael would continue to recruit other couples as he wished. In order to attract others into his sphere, Michael wanted to continue his dancing when the Hanger Club had an open spot.
While it may have sounded like a negotiation, it wasn't that at all. So enamored with Michael were Cindy and I that we fell deep under his spell. His deep, rich baritone voice was almost hypnotic when he would explain to us what he expected from us. Mostly he demanded devotion.
We were more than happy to give that.
I took Michael down to see the property manager and introduce him to the doormen. I told them they were to treat him as they treat my wife and I as he was now one of the family. He was given a key-card that would allow him to enter the building should a doorman be called away. Since I own the penthouse apartment, there was no opposition.
Cindy was having the kind of sex a woman like her deserved. She was getting Michael's big black cock regularly and was happy. So happy was she that her shopping sprees became few and far between.
As for me, Michael was teaching me things about myself. I discovered a new sexuality that I hadn't known until this lovely man came into my life. I learned that sucking his cock didn't actually make me that way. Rimming his sweet ass didn't make me that way either.
As Michael explained it, there are all types of people in this world. I was different than most and, according to Michael, that didn't make me that way. It made me special. "What homosexual would eat pussy like you do johnnie?"
And that's why I loved him. He knew things. He taught me things. Michael allowed me to explore my sexuality without criticism.
One day soon after our first evening together Michael pulled me onto his lap. He very patiently schooled me about guys like me. "Your little dick has no place in a pussy johnnie. None. I want you to stop all that foolishness about trying to fuck your wife. That's my job now. See?"
"But what am I supposed to do for sex sir?"
"Leave that to me baby boy. I'm your Daddy now johnnie. And as your Daddy, it is my job to look after your needs as well as those of your wife."
I listened carefully as Michael explained that when I sucked his cock, it wasn't because I was that way. Not at all. Michael said that my craving for his cock was instinctual. "Your little dick and balls are the reason you seek out and Alpha man johnnie, a real man to whom you have a need to subjugate yourself."
"You see baby, deep within you, you have a desire, a need to gain the approval of real men, men like me. It's similar to the need a woman like your wife has for a big cock. Not the same but similar. She needs my big cock to fulfill her need to mate with the Alpha. You have a need to serve that same Alpha man too, to please him, to humble yourself in his presence so he knows you're no threat to steal his bitch. See?"
And there it was. Michael laid it all out for me. I now understood what father never could get through his homophobic head. I wasn't that way at all. Nature had instilled in me a special need to please real men and that doesn't make me that way. Michael explained that I was attracted to his manliness because I was not a man at all.
I was, as he explained a male in every sense but even though I was an adult male, I was not nor could I ever be regarded as a real man. He held me close to him as he shone a light on my purpose in life. As he was talking to me, Michael used his large thumb and index finger to manipulate my little dick until I came in his hand. Without saying a word to me, he let me squeal out my orgasm with my face buried in his neck.
When he brought his hand to my mouth, I knew instinctively what was expected of me and licked his soiled hand clean.
Cindy though, she was another story. She sat quietly listening to Michael when he was telling me all this and only giggled when I was cleaning his hand.
Regardless of what Cindy thought, I felt much better about myself. Worried as I had been about being that way, I now knew I wasn't and was free to give myself fully to Michael.
Little by little Michael groomed me, taught me, trained me to be a good beta male. It was he who thought it would make a difference in my attitude by ridding myself of those things masculine.
Michael and Cindy took me shopping one evening after I returned from work. His arms around us both, he led us into a Vicky's Secret store and selected my first panties. "Boxers and tightie whites do you a disservice johnnie. These," he said holding a pair of red bikini panties to my waist, " are more appropriate for a special one such you. Wearing panties will help you rid yourself of any notion that you are a man. Doesn't mean you're that way. Panties will make you more serene, more at peace with what you are, who you are."
We left the store with 15 pairs of sexy panties for me.
When we got home it was like a confirmation of sorts. First Michael had me take all of my ill-suited men's underwear to the trash shoot and dump them. Then, with the apartment well lit, Michael sat on the sofa as Cindy knelt at my feet holding my panty open so I could step into the leg openings. Michael applauded me as Cindy pulled the garment up and over my round bottom.
Michael was right. They felt good, natural, and I was happy he was showing me how to behave as a special male. It was only a few days after I received my panties that Michael decided he would let me wear them all the time while at home. Cindy would remain naked in his presence. Michael, being the Alpha man he is, told me he wished not to see my pathetic dick unless specifically instructed to take my panties off.
I was over joyed to comply with my man's wishes. Wearing panties and knowing I wasn't that way was an ego boost for me.
I gained self-respect. I gained confidence in myself. When I began to strut my stuff. Michael took me in hand and over his knees and spanked my plump round fanny until I learned to be more humble in his presence. He is after all, my Alpha.
Cindy and I would go see Michael dance whenever there was an opening at the Club. Loud thumping music, screaming women, and some husbands like me, betas. it was always just like the first time. His long swinging cock never failed to mesmerize me.
Michael would join us after each set at first but after a couple months he started working the room. "They tip better when I visit them," he explained.
And most nights Michael would escort us out past the jealous women all of whom wanted to leave with him themselves.
Then one evening Michael worked the room after a set. When his night was over, he came to us as usual. But this time it was not to escort us out and home. "I've got a couple over there," Michael said pointing to a sexy woman and her nerdy husband. "Like you johnnie, he needs some guidance from me. You understand."
It was not a question. We watched as Michael left with the couple as he did with us. His big arms over the shoulders of both husband and wife.
It saddened us to have him leave us with our not knowing if he'd ever return.
We needn't have fretted. Michael returned home to us the next afternoon. "They're just like you two," he said explaining why he felt his services were needed. "He's a little dicked beta boi like you johnnie. I don't have him in panties yet. For that, I'll need your help."
"My help? Why? How can I help him?"
Not him mini dude. Help me. Help me get him to understand his role in society just like you have."
"Um, okay sir. I'll do what I can."
"No dipshit, you'll do what I tell you to do."
His command of me always made my little dick hard. "Roger that Michael."
"Now come on and help me fuck your wife."
