Guest Prep

When I reach the fence, I take a deep breath, then slip through, and shut it behind me. Latching the gate, I quickly take off my shoes and socks, and pull my shirt off over my head. I can't risk having anyone think I'm not obeying the house's rules.

I shimmy down my shorts and boxer-briefs, stripping myself nude immediately inside the front gate. Collecting all of it in my arms, I head for the front door of the house. I freeze when the door opens, and Enzo grins at me, then comes out to me.

“Hand it over, faggot,” he says, holding his hands out, and I let him take my clothing from me. Juno comes out, a moment later, and takes my shoes from me. I don't object, because I won't need them in summertime, anyway, and it isn't allowed.

“Come on, faggot,” Juno motions, and I follow them inside. I blink when I notice that my dresser has been moved from my bedroom to a position right beside the front door. Enzo stows my clothes, and Juno puts my shoes on top of the dresser.

“This is so you won't feel tempted to dress when you're supposed to be nude, slut,” Enzo says, and I nod quietly in answer, waiting as he continues. “Come on, we're having guests over, tonight. We need to add the extender to the kitchen table.”

“Guests?” I ask, but I follow him, anyway, since my rights have been mostly suspended. Cock Slaves have only what rights their Owner allows, for the most part, at the time of their registration. Amy let me keep most of mine, so far as I'm aware.

“Hiro, Enrique, and Julia,” Juno tells me, informatively, “I'd say you're getting a huge dinner tonight but I'm not sure that our friends produce milk the way we do.” The twins pause, once Enzo gets the extender from the garage, and look at me.

“Hey, by the way, did you produce milk for yourself, this morning, or was it normal cum?” Enzo enquires, and I blink and shrug my shoulders. Given the way the morning meal went, the answer to their question is something I still don't have.

“I don't know,” I reply truthfully, “I was forced to holster in my own throat. I can't really say I know what the consistency or flavour were. It could've been either one.” The twins exchange glances, then look back at me, and both of them nod.

“Okay, that makes sense. We'll check, later,” Juno replies, “we need to know whether you produce milk that can be used to recycle nutrients. I mean, you can feed from yourself, obviously, if you produce milk, because the volume is still in there.”

It'd just be substandard, because I wouldn't be gaining new nutrients, just holding onto nutrients my body hasn't used yet. Not worthless, but better to drink milk from my brother and sister, and from our parents. It'd have the nutrients I require.

“So when are your friends arriving?” I ask, as we start splitting the table and manoeuvring to put the extender in for their friends, “Am I to entertain them before dinner, or am I simply to eat dinner but then otherwise we, like, just hang out?”

I can't imagine casually hanging out with their friends while bare-ass nude, but, this whole situation is brand new to me. My reprogramming didn't steal my will, or my personality, or suppress my soul, or anything. I'm still, generally, myself.

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