Bradley saves Joy

I let Montana guide me to the waiting vehicle. I’m concerned what another ride with him will be like, but as bad as that may be, I’m more worried about the orgy he seems to be setting up. Him, Sterling, and the three junior janitor jocks. I can appreciate that Atticus won’t be there, but at the same time it means Catty won’t be there to take some of the men away. Five guys? At once? My body responds by both shivering at the horror and growing moist at the attraction.

Just as Montana opens the door and guides me into the backseat, I find my voice. “Montana, please, this is too much. I’ve never been with that many men and don’t want to be.”

His confident smile shows me that my argument just broke up against his sense of what’s best for me. “Nonsense Joy. I know you’re new to our community, but this is good for women. You might be nervous, and maybe even a bit of a brat making us work hard for you, but ultimately, you’ll find that you love the attention. We’re going to make you feel so good!”

My shoulders slump in defeat as it’s clear he’s going to proceed. Even mentioning me being a brat means he thinks I’m sabotaging myself and just need to be put in my place. I let out a whimper, trying not to let a tear crawl down my cheek as he sits next to me, and we head off toward home. I don’t have the energy to fight as Montana clicks the belt around me, binding me into place on the seat and spreading my legs obscenely wide, while at the same time the driver sets the mood for us by making all the glass private, turning on the red light, offering up the toys, and of course sending those damned pheromones that will drive me wild.

By the time we get home, I’m again trembling and shaking with need. Montana used a thicker dildo on me this time, stretching me out, while he again straddled me, pulled my top off, and took advantage of my hanging breasts. This time, knowing what he was doing, I made sure to lean forward at the last minute and catch the head of his cock in my mouth, making sure he didn’t spray all over my face.

While I try to clean Montana’s flavor from my mouth, he gets me out of the vehicle. Instead of guiding me directly inside though he gives me three more additions to my outfit. Some kind of belt is snicked around my thighs, taking away any ability I have of maintaining a normal stride. He also adds two smaller belts, one wrapped around my wrists and one around my elbows. My arms are in front of me which means I’ll be able to use them, but my arm effectiveness has been hobbled just as much as my legs.

When we walk into the entryway Sterling is there to greet us. He gives me a kiss while he claps Montana on the shoulder. I note Sterling’s smile as he sees the bindings around my thighs, wrists, and elbows. Gripping both my shoulders he lowers me to my knees as I’m not sure I’d have been able to do so myself. Both he and Montana unzip their pants and pull out their cocks, Montana’s still wet with my saliva.

With my arm’s capacity to multitask diminished, it takes longer for me to suck off both Montana and Sterling. I get the sense that Sterling is waiting for Montana to orgasm before he joins in which is even more frustrating as I know Montana just got off and will take extra time to go again. When they’re done with me, both their loads swallowed down and both their cocks licked clean, Sterling helps me up to my feet and starts guiding me toward the bedroom, telling Montana to get comfortable.

When we reach the bedroom, I wait for Sterling to undo the bindings so that I can clean up and get fresh clothes on. But instead of removing the belts, he cuts my clothes off around them. I end up naked, wearing just the three belts before he steps in and starts pulling clothes out for me. It’s strange as Sterling has never helped me dress before, but his touch is confident and gentle, making sure I get the stockings on without putting a single run in them. With my legs covered in shiny pink silk thigh highs, he wraps a severely boned pink corset around my body. It pushes my breasts up giving me a lewd amount of cleavage and as he tightens the laces, I feel my waist being pinched in further than it has before. When he’s done, I can barely take in a shallow breath and worry about how problematic this is going to be with all the oral sex that’s staring down at me later tonight.

I doubt this idea will work. Sterling is programed to change me and he’s taking his cues from the men around me. Right now, specifically Montana. But it’s the only path I can see. Remembering our initial set up with our names for each other, I try to give as much respect as I can to my training robot. “Sir, is there anyway you can excuse Montana and the other men he’s invited over? I could spend the night with just you. It’s been a while since we spent a whole night together with just the two of us, and I…” I can’t prevent the soft sob that escapes me as I try to lay it on thick “…I miss you.”

I go so far as to lean up against Sterling, resting my cheek against his chest. I’d hug him and hold him if my arms were free. Sterling’s answer isn’t surprising. “Babygirl, if we’re alone I will always perform my best to make sure you are satisfied. But when you have other gentleman callers, I’ll defer to their status. I can no more order Montana out than you can.”

After slipping two pink patent leather shoes on my feet with stiletto heels at least four inches high, Sterling wraps his arm around my shoulders and guides me back out to the living room. The sound of the conversation floods my ears even before we get to the room. When we step in the janitors are all seated and give me more adolescent looks and wolf whistles. Sterling forces me to do things, Montana takes pleasure in using me… these three boys are obviously barely going to be able to contain their lust.

Sterling takes his seat and I move over to the bar. It takes me forever to make everybody’s drinks. My arms being bound certainly add to the time, but the janitors have obviously less experience with **** and balk at the Old Fashioned. I end up making them each a Gimlet, Mojito, and Manhattan, before they decide they enjoy the Mai Tais the best. Just as I get the last one served, his hand finding its way up from my stocking to my bare ass, I hear a knocking at the door.

My heart initially sinks as I fear Atticus is here to join us, but it soars when I see it’s Bradley and I think there might be a chance to save myself for the night. I can almost feel Bradley’s eyes wandering over my overexposed body, but where everybody else looks at it with lust, he has concern in his eyes. Once I have him seated, I move back to the bar and make his Old Fashioned with the extra bitters he likes.

I served Sterling, Montana, and each of the janitors by bending forward at the waist, knowing it put both my breasts and my ass on display for them. But with Bradley, I kneel and hold the drink out for him. I make sure to not extend it out far enough, making him lean into me. I clear my throat and prepare to talk quickly, knowing that Sterling and in all likelihood, Eileen will quickly figure out what I’m doing and try to make me stop. And admittedly, a harsh shock from my learning aide would certainly shut me up.

Once Bradley leans in, his smile coming back at least a bit, I lean close to him and start whispering in his ear. “Bradley, please help me. I don’t know if I can do this again. I can host this many people, but I know it will be an orgy afterwards and I can’t do that. Not tonight. Probably not ever. It’s just too much. Please, please, is there anyway you can get rid of everybody and make Sterling back away…..”

I stop talking as my teeth clench and my whole body tenses up. The shock from my rear is more intense than any other and for a moment I’m afraid it’s going to knock me to the ground. Bradley’s arm wrapping around me and hugging me close to his chair prevents me from falling. But while I’m prevented from falling, I’m certainly no longer here in the room with everybody. My vision goes hazy white, and I just hear a loud long whine buzzing in my ears.

When the world seems to come back into focus, I feel Bradley picking me up and setting me in the chair. I still curl into the fetal position, more out of fear from what’s going to happen than any physical issues. At first, Montana and the janitors continue their joking back and forth, but I hear part of what Bradley is saying to Sterling. His voice grows loud and stern though suddenly, saying, “Sterling, go to your power mat and recharge. You’re dismissed for the evening.”

I feel more than hear Sterling get up and walk out of the room.

Montana’s voice is next, in his questioning tone while the janitors grow quiet. “Bradley, what’s going on? Does Joy not like her robot? I guess I can appreciate that, but it’s still better when we have someone with superhuman….”

Bradley speaks in a calm but confident tone, overpowering Montana as easily as he does his own son. “Joy doesn’t want to have a multiple man adventure tonight. It’s overwhelming for her, and she’s requested that I excuse everyone. I’m sure she appreciates what you were trying to do…” his voice shifts as I hear him turn just enough to address the three young men “…and I’m sure she appreciates the opportunity that you were all offering her, but she’s made up her mind.”

The janitors mumble amongst themselves as I hear Bradley move to the door and open it. “Gentleman, I hope we’ll see you another time. Goodnight.”

I don’t dare look up, still fearing that this wouldn’t work and that I’d see Montana whispering into Bradley’s ear as they conspired against me. But the next thing I hear is four sets of footsteps walking out of the house and the door closing. When I look up and see Bradley kneeling down next to me it all comes washing over me. The almost constant **** sexual stimulus. The lack of standing in a society that supposedly worshiped people like me. The servitude of hosting without participating and finally the fear of further and further depraved acts of sex, chipping, pounding, away at what little masculinity I still clung to.

When Bradley reaches out and cups my cheek, I can’t stop the waterworks and just lean into it. I cry and I cry ugly. This isn’t the delicate tears I expect most women here let out with sadness, this is my inner wall breaking down and all the despair and fear that I’ve held in since we traveled to this future spilling out. I feel Bradley’s strong arms envelope me and simply rock me back and forth while he holds me close to his chest, murmuring quietly “It’s okay Joy, let it out. I’m here and nothing will happen. You’re safe with me.”

It takes me almost an hour to calm down. Any time I feel like the well is running dry, another memory surfaces that debases and humiliates me. Another situation comes to mind, making me wonder if I’ll ever return to normal. Finally, feeling like I’ve been pulled through a machine that’s shredded and eaten all my feelings, leaving me feeling hollow but somehow better, I ask Bradley to take off my belts.

I can see the look in his eyes. He’s clearly wanting to help me but has no idea what to do. I doubt he’s ever seen a woman break down like that before. Knowing that I can accept his help while still providing him a calming environment that makes sense to him, I wipe the last tears of my tears away, give him a soft kiss and a murmured “thank you” and then move to clean myself up. When I return to the living room, I see Bradley sitting in the same seat, reading the newspaper, his half empty drink in his hand.

Utilizing Eileen, I make a nice dinner for one. I serve Bradley as he’s used to, and as I’m both getting better and more efficient, and as I have less people to host, I end up being able to sit down with him for dessert. As he devours his coconut cream pie, I take a few bites and simply ‘be’ with him. When he’s finished and I’ve wrapped up the last of the dishes, I come out and for the first time since I met him, guide Bradley to where I want to be instead of letting him guide me to where he wants us. For this conversation, I pick the living room where I can sit on the couch, and he can rest in the master chair.

A part of me wants to explain everything. My original gender, my previous charmed life of science and privilege, our time travel experiment and the reason we’re here. But I expect that as wonderful and helpful as Bradley is, this would simply come across as crazy. With my breakdown already in his recent memory, I’d wager he’d call in the men with the butterfly nets for my safety.

Instead, I ask him about why so many men keep coming over. Why he was almost always here, why Sterling invited him again and again, why Montana was allowed to seemingly invite himself, why Atticus was allowed to take a commanding role in my home, why the janitors that barely had to shave were allowed to come and take me as a woman.

Bradley takes his time, backing up several times as it’s clear that I don’t know the whys of what he’s saying. What becomes clear is that a single woman, especially one of my apparent age, is such a rarity here that everybody is going all out to ‘help’ me as much as humanly possible. And to the men and society here, helping a single woman comes down to one thing. Sex. She’d always be open to it and there would never be a reason to seek consent, let alone wonder if she wants the attention. That as long as I was here, this would continue to happen and would in fact get worse. The last woman that was similar to me, an immigrant from Oceania years ago, ended up with over a dozen gentleman callers before she made it stop.

And the only way to make it stop? Picking a man. The tradition here, for single woman at my supposed age, is for me to request a man to propose to me. We’d be immediately engaged, and all other men would defer to him when it came to offering me pleasure. The engagement would last no more than a month and normally only lasts a couple weeks. At that point, I’d be married and have a man to not only please me but protect me from any other unwanted attention.

I could see that Bradley wanted to add something, but if I was reading him correctly, he was hoping that I’d ask him. That I’d seek an engagement with him. As appealing as the protection sounded, I just couldn’t subject him to that. My time here was limited, and it seemed so unfair to let him think we were engaged only for me to later disappear.

Instead, I changed the subject, asking about Kylan’s birthday as he seemed so excited by it coming up the day after tomorrow.

Bradley grew more comfortable as he shared the traditions here. Normally it was a fairly tame affair. In the afternoon there would be a party, hopefully hosted by his mother or a neighborhood housewife, with the birthday boy, his parents, and some other neighborhood children. But as the clock clicked into evening, he’d be declared a man. The children would be escorted away and the birthday man would then hang out with the other adults as they treated him, for the first time, as an equal.

Kylan was particularly excited though because of the rarity he would get to experience. Me. As he had no mother and with me as a single woman in the neighborhood, it was my responsibility to throw his party. And not only that, as he transitioned into manhood, he would have the opportunity to offer me sex. Actually, he’d be EXPECTED to offer me sex and I’d be expected to accept it. In a world where women were rare, where some men never get to lie with a woman, Kylan had the opportunity bed a woman on his very first hours of adulthood.

The sun had set over an hour ago and seeing the darkness outside made me realize that I’d never been in the living room at this time of night. Ever since getting this house, I was in some way or another, engaged in sex. My heart opened up to Bradley, as he’d obviously been expecting sex and yet had made no move or even a request to move our conversation into the bedroom. Previous experiences show me that he’d be within his masculine rights to pull me over his shoulder, toss me into bed, and fuck me for hours on end. Yet here he was, simply leaning forward and fully engaged in our chat.

Standing up I take a deep breath and just like going down on him the other morning, I want to express my appreciation for everything he’s done and do it in a way that he’ll recognize. Holding out my hand toward Bradley I smile and say “That’s enough talking. Would you take me back to my bedroom now?”