The New Normal

Two weeks have passed since Michael moved house.

He got along really well with the other employee in Annes house. Especially the gardener. His name is Bastian. He is 25 years old, pretty easy going and pretty good at his job.

What the three ladies were into turned out pretty quickly.

Anne was a classical voyeur. She loved to watch Michael jerk off by the instructions she gave him. And her jerk-off-instruction-evening could be very long. And it never failed to make her cum.

Brit loved blowjobs. She loved to go into a 69 position with her on top. Michael had to lick her pussy until she came again and again, while she sucked his dick.

Cat's had a huge fetish for tickling. She got a real thrill out of tickling his large ballsack, while she had him tied up spread eagle to her bed. He knew, that his balls were ticklish. But he didn't know, they were that ticklish. And it never failed to make his cock hard. And he also learned how ticklish his cock was. And yes, it was very ticklish!

What all three of them had in common was, that they loved to keep his balls as full as possible, and his cock as horny as possible. They didn't let him cum in these two weeks. The boners, he had to have every hour, according to the rental agreement. were not really a problem anymore. It was more a problem to keep his cock under control in public.

When he came home from work, he stood in the entrance area of the house. Normally one the ladies was already waiting for him. She slowly took off the pouch, like it was ritual. They called it: "Unwrapping their toys!"

They also took control over his attire in public. They replaced his two black pouches with white ones made of different fabrics. But all of them were one size too small for him. The new pouches were not as tiny as the one he got on the day of his arrival at the airport. But still … It pushed his junk forward and made it look even bigger. At least, he could decide which shoes he was wearing.

There was also a slight change with his colleagues. They still called him for their "inspections". But more and more tickled his balls until his cock was hard. It was quite difficult to get his big cock back into the small pouch. He always had to stand there until his cock was at least half hard again.

As always Michael spent his lunch break with his best friend Stefan. They talked about everything, as they always do, make their jokes, fool around and enjoy their time together.

"How many times, do you have to undergo these inspections normally?" Michael asked Stefan.

"Quite different. Sometimes once a day. Sometime 20 times. Why?"

Michael answered: "Well, it has increased over the last two weeks. When I started working here it was five times a day, at best. But now, fifteen times is the minimum. And a few days ago, they started tickling my balls on top of it."

"Tickling your balls?"

"Yes, until I'm hard."

"Hm, perhaps they read something about that on NaMe-Report."

"NaMe-Report?" Michael asked.

"Yes, NaMe-Report. Don't tell me, you have never heard of it."

"No, I didn't. What is it?"

Stefan explained: "The NakedMen-Report is a website where women can create profiles of men. They can post their data, kinks, fetishes, pics, videos, etc. These profiles can be public or private. And let me tell you, 99 % of the profiles are public. Men can look. But only women can make changes. Let's see, if their is a profiles of yours."

Stefan took his phone and after a minute he said: "Yup, there it is."

He showed it to Michael.

And there it was. A profile even more detailed as the ID-Card.

Everything about him could be found on his profile. His full name. His body size, eye colour, hair colour. The size of his cock (soft and hard) and balls. The size of his ejaculations. Even the last day he had an orgasm. There was an empty page with the title "Goals".

Below his profile were forty pictures and three videos of him. Videos that showed him walking around naked in the house, doing a work out completely naked, jerking off by given instructions.

Michael was not very pleased by what he saw: "What the fuck... That is more detailed than the ID-Card. And there are even pics and vids. And why is there "owned"?

"Have you signed a private deal with a women?" Stefan asked.

"It was just a rental agreement."

"Ah, an agreement that makes, let me say, personal duties?"

"Well, no. …. Yes."

"There you see. Now you have an owner."

"But it's just..."

"What is it?" Stefan asked.

Michael told him about the rental agreement, especially the last article. Stefan couldn't help but laugh: "So, in other words you have lost control over your cock, your balls and your orgasms. Actually, you have no right to complain. Compared to other owned men you have it pretty good. You don't have to pay for your living. You can spend time with friends and hobbies. All you have lost is the right to cum whenever you want. That's a pretty good deal, if you asked me. Just think of these poor delivery guys. Just one minute too late and they can be punished by their female customer."

"But what is it with "Goals?" Michael asked.

"An owner can define goals for her property. And that can be nearly everything. Making a skinny guy a body builder type for example, train him in sex skill, expand his fetishes, or just change his hair style. There are nearly no limits."

"Nearly no limits?"

"Well, even owners are not allowed to cause physical harm to their property. And you should keep in mind, that being owned gives you some form of protection. Imagine you get robbed. If the robber is female, she will now face criminal charges, because she robbed your owner, not you."

The rest of his work day went by more or less normal. Lizbeth called him into her office. Both times she ordered him to take off his pouch, take his hands behind his back and spread his legs. She took one her make up brushes and tickled his balls until his cock was hard and throbbing. Then he had to stand there in this position and wait until his cock was soft again.

When he came home from work, Anne was already standing in the foyer. She smiled at Michael and conducted their ritual act: Unwrapping their toys. Anne did that always in a way, that she stroke over his cock to make it at least half hard.

When she was done, she ordered him to stroke his cock and bring himself right to the edge of orgasm three times. Then she let him go. He went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shortly after that all four of them had dinner. Brit was sitting directly opposite of Michael this time. It didn't take long, until her feet found their way into his lap. She stroked his hardening cock with her extremly soft soles very slowly. Making sure, his cock was hard and horny, but never enough to make him cum.

When dinner was finished, Brit took Michael into her bedroom. They took her favourite position. He had to lick to her to five orgasms, while she sucked his cock and brought him to the edge countless times. When she was finished, his cock throbbed like crazy, and his balls felt full and heavy.

He slowly went back into his own bedroom. Sleeping without a blanket was not really that difficult. They took away all the blankets on the day he moved in. The grabbed his balls. "If I can't cum soon, I will lose my mind." he thought.