A Day with Elizabeth

The next day, Douglas sat gingerly with Elizabeth by the pool. Jordan had used him again that morning, this time filling his ass with seed, and it was held in only by a jeweled plug buried in Douglas's ass.

"How does it feel? Being fucked by a man?" Elizabeth asked, curious, sipping her orange juice as the late morning sun beat down on them both.

"Different from Mira," Douglas said, wincing.

"That's right. He's an alpha male. He's a bull. He takes what he wants. Alpha males will. And you're pussy now, aren't you darling?"

"Y-y-yes," Douglas allowed, stammering. Elizabeth smiled impishly. She gave him a card.

"You're a sweet boy, dear. You're developing a woman's taste, a woman's sensibility, a woman's approach to life. But you've still got a boy's hormones. If you want to take the next step. If you want a man of your own ... you'll call the good doctor."

She went inside to nurse Dominique, leaving a confused Douglas to his thoughts.