In the morning I had an erection that would not go away. I was still on the loose fitting, soft clothing program, with no underwear. Wearing Svetlana's silky pajamas, there was no hiding my stiff cock. Adrian was furious that I couldn't keep my erection under control, and told Sara to fetch the ice bag. That did the trick, but it was temporary, at best. It would keep me flaccid for about an hour, but as soon as the blood flow warmed me up, and restored my sense of feeling, my cock would proudly rise again. It had just been too long since my last orgasm, and my body was telling me to jerk off.
Adrian called his nurse, Mary, to see if I could go back in the cock-cage, but she was adamant that it could cause me long-term physical damage.
Later that day, Adrian sat me down and went over his plans for me. I had heard snippets from both Sara and Svetlana, but nobody would give me all the details, prior to this moment.
"I want Stacey to move in with you, when we get back to San Clemente," he began. "I will buy you each a new car, and pay Stacey her 'sugar baby' allowance to be your live-in girlfriend. With you out of my house, Sara and Svetlana can focus solely on me, and my needs. Svetlana wastes way too much time fucking with you. Stacey will be your very own little fuck-toy. She will do whatever you say, at least for the first year that I am paying her. No limits. You can use her the way I use your wife. I will still employ you as my driver on occasion, and will continue to pay you your full salary for the next twelve months. Sara and I will be married by then, and you will be free to do as you choose. Are we on the same page?"
I didn't give Adrian an immediate response, and so he upped the ante. He showed me a draft email on his phone. It was a group email to Sara's parents, Sara's sister, the entire PTA members, all Board Members of my HOA, and most of my ex-coworkers. He told me he could attach a picture of me sucking his cock, and smiling up at him, if that would facilitate my decision.
I nodded passively in agreement, as he still held all of the cards. Until I got the security tapes and my NDA back, I was going to do whatever he told me to. We both knew it too.
"You will have to miss the wedding, as you are unable to keep your erection under control. I expect you to be at the evening reception. Svetlana will baby sit you until tonight. You guys need to figure out a way to contain your hard-on."
When I told Svetlana, this continued change of plans didn't sit well with her. However, she knew not to ever question Adrian, particularly not in the company of others. At the evening reception, it appeared I would be reacquainted with Stacey, and finally get to enjoy a little action.
I was running through my options in my head. It seemed like the best course of action for me, was to take Stacey as my live-in girlfriend, until I got the footage and the NDA from Adrian. Once I was free from his threat of blackmail, I could maybe try and date Svetlana, although I wasn't sure how I would afford her. Stacey would be gone the second Adrian's money ran out, for sure. I just needed to figure out a way to make it worthwhile to Svetlana.
There were pros and cons to both scenarios. Stacey was hot, but very high maintenance and bitchy. Svetlana was hot too, but a total fucking sadist. I was so horny I was willing to put up with a bitch or a sadist, if it meant some release. I just wanted to get my rocks off!
After Adrian and Sara left to attend the wedding, Svetlana told the Villa staff that we needed a ride downtown. We ended up in a sex shop, that catered to Las Vegas' large community of drag queens. She ended up buying me a softer cock-cage made of leather, and lined with silk. It was basically designed to enable a crossdresser to hide the male package, and I learned it was called a gaff. There was no metal in this cage, and it was very comfortable to wear, even with my chafing, which had improved noticeably.
After we bought the gaff, we perused the makeup section. Catering to crossdressers, the store had a fantastic selection of lipsticks and lipglosses in all kinds of feminine shades. Svetlana purchased five or six colorful lipglosses, in bright shades of pink and red. After that, we had a look around the movie booths in the back of the sex shop. I had never been inside a gay sex shop before, and the vibe was very different than sex shops that catered to straight men and couples. There were a few passable crossdressers hanging around in the back, and there was a sexual tension in the air, that was palpable.
As we walked passed one of the vacant movie booths, Svetlana pointed out a glory-hole, drilled through one of its walls. I shuddered as I recalled her telling me that the Russian Mafia would kidnap her, and force her to work behind one, if she got on the wrong side of Ivan. In the next booth over, there was a tall blonde crossdresser sitting in the chair, signaling her availability to me if I so desired. I averted my gaze from her, so as not to create any false hope, on her part.
"I won't tell Adrian if you want to try out the glory-hole," Svetlana said softly, "I know it has been five months for you. I will make myself scarce and you can have a little fun."
I was out of my mind with desire after my five months of enforced chastity, and truth was, I would have loved one of these beautiful crossdressers to suck me off. I just needed to browse a little more and find a more petite one, so that I could pretend it was a woman. I passed a group of five young military guys that were obviously doing the same thing as I was, and the booths were slowly filling up.
"I think I should grab a booth, Svetlana," I said. "A bunch of military guys just showed up looking horny. Which booth should I pick?"
"You decide," Svetlana said. "Just pick one."
I entered one of the vacant booths with Svetlana, and we pulled the curtain across for privacy. Svetlana sat in the chair and started to select a porno to watch.
Once she had found something that piqued her interest, she looked at me with amusement.
"You better get on your knees, Chrissy," she said with a giggle, "you already have your first customer."
I swung around quickly and noticed a semi-erect cock sticking through the hole drilled in the wall.
"Oh fuck," I said in horror, "I think I am on the wrong side of the wall."
Svetlana laughed out loud, and said, "You chose it, not me."
"How the fuck would I know which room is for giving, and which room is for receiving?" I asked dejectedly.
"They are very clearly marked, handsome," she responded cheerfully, "I will show you on the way out so that you don't get yourself in this predicament again. In the meantime, you had better take care of business. It is considered very bad etiquette to enter a booth, close the privacy screen, and then decline someone a blowjob, when they make their desires known."
"You are kidding right, Svetlana," I cried out. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Svetlana explained to me that I had a very good chance of getting my ass kicked, if we bailed and left the guy high and dry. So, without any enthusiasm, I knelt by the hole and started to pleasure the anonymous stranger. I had blown two guys before in my life, Adrian and Ivan, but this was the first time it was not done under duress. I had elected to kneel before this man, and taken his cock between my lips, and that voluntary act of submission made me feel even more of a pussy, than when I was forced.
