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Manhattan Doms - A Southern Chastity Novella - Part 2
Once his masters had left for work, Drew grabbed some cereal and milk and sat down to eat and plan out his day. He usually went upstairs to the gym to work out before taking a few laps in the rooftop pool. Following that, he set aside a few hours to vacuum, dust, and do laundry. He checked his phone for the text from Bart with the grocery list, but it had not arrived yet. Still, he planned some time for that and made sure he would have plenty of time to return and be ready for their arrival home.
First up, though, was the gym. His ass was still full of Wes's cum, but nothing more was leaking out, so he just put some gym shorts on and a tank top and sat down to lace up his sneakers. Once he was ready, he grabbed his keys and swim trunks for later and headed out into the hall to catch the elevator up. When the elevator opened, a familiar face smiled back at him.
"Hello Drew," Randy said.
"Hello Randy," Drew replied. "How are you today?"
"I'm doing well," Randy said, as Drew walked in and stood next to him.
Randy lived one floor down and was an older, daddy-bear-type man. He was bald, with a medium-length white beard and thick arms and legs. His chest was broad and had a light coat of white fur on it that peaked over the t-shirt he had on. He had retired early and had lived in the city for about five years. Drew had met him soon after he moved in with Bart and Wes and they often worked out at the same time in the mornings.
"Are your masters planning on taking you out for Urban Bear this weekend?" Randy asked as the elevator moved upward towards the 44th floor.
Drew smiled. "Yup! They have some friends coming into town. The plan is to attend the dance party at Rockbar Friday night. We will be out at the street fair on Sunday."
"Nice!" Randy replied as the elevator slowed and the doors opened.
The two stepped out and showed their IDs to the attendant in front of them and then turned to enter the gym to their left.
"I will probably see you Friday then," Randy said. "I'm thinking about going to The Cutting Room Saturday night to see all the brawny guys. Are you all not going to that?"
"Bart wants to entertain the guests that evening and I will be setting up the play equipment so I can serve them," Drew replied.
"Oh, well, they should have a good time then," Randy said with a smile. "I do love that ass of yours."
"Wes filled me up good this morning," Drew said with a smile.
"Oh, did he?" Randy replied as he raised his eyebrow. "Come find me after your workout and I'll add to that if you have time."
"Absolutely, Sir!" Drew said. "I'm always here to serve."
Randy patted Drew's shoulder and walked off to the left to stretch and start his exercises. Drew turned to the right to the rows of treadmills that faced the large windows overlooking Manhattan. Their apartment complex was at the corner of 8th Avenue and West 57th, just to the south of Central Park. The gym looked south towards the heart of the city and Drew always loved to look at all the hustle and bustle going on as he jogged. It was a beautiful morning and the sun was streaming in and bouncing off some of the glass windows and metal equipment in the room.
Drew stood and stretched before getting on the machine and starting to lightly jog. He had always been a pudgy kid growing up and Bart had encouraged him to start working out since he came to live with them. He had seen some definite improvement in his arm and leg tone and had dropped about twenty-five pounds (11.3 kg). He sweated easily, though, and it was not long before his tank top was soaked and his chest fur was matted with moisture.
Completing his twenty minutes on the treadmill, Drew wiped his forehead with a towel and turned to the weight equipment behind him to get his reps in. Randy was already on the leg machine beside him and Drew watched as the large man lifted the heavy weights. Randy was covered in sweat and Drew could make out the smell of his musk wafting through the room. He had a deep, manly scent that made Drew's nub swell in his cage.
"How are you doing with your chest routine?" Randy asked as he put the weights down.
"I'm getting better," Drew replied. "Definitely seeing some definition now, but it's slow going."
"You'll get there, cubby," Randy said. "I can already tell a huge difference in the past year."
"Thank you, Sir!" Drew said as he sat down and started to work on his arm curls.
The two continued to work out next to each other for the next half hour. Randy was the first to finish and he stood up and wiped his forehead before placing the towel on the machine and turning to Drew.
"Are you taking a few laps in the pool next?" Randy asked.
"Yup," Drew replied as he finished his next-to-last rep. "I'll meet you there, Sir."
Randy smiled and headed down the hall and Drew completed his last rep before standing and stretching. He could feel some warmth in his upper arms and chest, so he knew he had done a pretty good job today. He picked up his towel and the one Randy had left and dropped them off in the used hamper and then headed down the hall to the pool area.
The room where the pool was had windows on three of the four walls. You could look towards the south, to the west, towards the Hudson River, or the north, towards Central Park. The view of the Park was spectacular. You could see unobstructed down the length of the area, all the way to the lakes on the far side. It was one of Drew's favorite vantage points.
Randy was already in the water and swimming some laps and Drew turned to enter the shower area to change into his swim trunks and then rinse off. When he came back, Randy was wading in the middle.
"How does the water feel today?" Drew asked as he came around to the ladder to get in.
"Not bad," Randy replied. "I think they got the heater fixed because it's not too chilly today."
"Well, that is good," Drew replied as he stepped in.
Drew began to start swimming his laps and Randy started up again next to him. They each completed ten full laps of the pool before taking a break and chatting and then doing ten more. Once they had finished, they both stepped out and sat in the hot tub for a moment to relax.
Randy put his large, hairy arm around Drew and brought him in close. Drew could still smell his sweaty scent and his nub jumped in his pants. Randy looked down and saw the movement and smiled.
"How long has it been since you have been out of that cage now, boy?" Randy asked.
"It will be three years this September," Drew replied.
"Most impressive," Randy said with a grin. "I've always admired your dedication."
"Thanks, Sir," Drew replied. "It's not that much of a sacrifice. I have found a lot of pleasure in serving others and my masters have gotten pretty good at giving me anal orgasms, so I do not need my nub except to piss at this point anyway."
"That's a good boy," Randy replied as he rubbed Drew's back.
The two sat in the hot tub for a while and relaxed and watched the morning sun as it rose over the city. After about fifteen minutes, Randy stood and looked back over at Drew.
"Follow me, boy."
"Yes, Sir!" Drew replied, as he stood and followed the bear of a man as he walked over to the showers again.
There was a small changing area with two showers just off the pool. The door to the area could be locked for privacy and Randy latched it after Drew walked in. Randy then turned and let his swim trunks drop to the floor and Drew noticed that his cock was starting to harden. Drew dropped his trunks and adjusted his nub and then walked over and knelt on the floor and took Randy's cock into his mouth.
"That's a good boy," Randy replied as he brought his hand down behind Drew's head.
Drew reached up and felt the large balls that were in front of him. They filled his hand and he could feel the large testicles they held. Randy was definitely an alpha man that was born to breed. Drew grabbed onto the shaft of the cock that was nearly fully hard at this point and sucked on the head. Randy was of average length, but his girth was impressive. At full mast, it put even Drew's master blow-job skills to use.
Drew held his breath as the head of Randy's cock went back and entered his throat area. He relaxed his muscles and felt it go deeper until Randy's pubic hair was in his nose. He pulled back again and then slowly returned to the same position. He deep-throated the massive cock for several minutes until spit was starting to drip from his mouth and run down his beard and onto the floor.
"Bend over the bench here, boy," Randy said.
Drew got up from the floor and walked over to the bench beside the showers and leaned over it. His hairy ass was facing Randy and the large man brought his hand over it and pushed his thumb into Drew's hole. Randy could feel some remnants of cum and sweat inside and smiled.
"Looks like I will only need a little spit for this one," he replied.
Drew smiled and closed his eyes and gripped the bench firmly to steady himself. Randy, for his part, spat a few times on his hand and brought it down, and stroked his cock a few times. A bead of precum formed at the tip and he placed his head on the entrance to Drew's ass and rubbed it over the boy's hole.
As Randy pushed forward, his head entered Drew's ass easily. He used his hands to spread Drew's ass wide and watched as his cock disappeared inside.
"Damn, I have missed this ass," Randy replied.
Drew continued to smile as he felt the large cock fill him up. The girth of the man meant that he had to concentrate on relaxing to avoid any pain. He felt Randy bottom out and his crotch push firmly against his ass. He was fully penetrated and he braced himself for what was to come.
Randy pulled back and then started to fuck Drew. His large nuts started to swing and smacked against Drew's smaller caged ones. The sound of his groin as it met and hit Drew's ass echoed easily in the room, as did the groans that Randy started to let out. A sloshing sound could be heard and Drew knew that some of Wes's cum had obviously not been absorbed yet.
The large man continued to pound the hairy ass in front of him. He reached down and gripped Drew's waist firmly with his strong hands and Drew adjusted his legs to keep from moving too much as each thrust hit him. Drew started to grunt and groan as Randy's cock bottomed out inside him and he felt as though he was about to be split in two.
Randy started to breathe heavily. The sensation of the tight ass on his cock was exactly what he needed this morning. The thought of the boy's bound nub and full balls and the ass that was ready and willing to serve at the pleasure of men like himself was a huge turn-on. He felt his load building in his massive balls and he was ready to impregnate the boy.
"Oh fuck!" Randy groaned as he started fucking harder.
"Breed me, Sir!" Drew replied as he held onto the bench as hard as he could. "I need your seed!"
"Oh fuck!" Randy said again. "Here it comes, boy!"
Randy tensed up and pushed fully into Drew as cum erupted from his cock. Drew felt each pulse of the large cock as his insides were coated with the man's DNA.
"Thank you, Sir!" Drew groaned as he tried to squeeze his ass to help Randy finish draining.
Randy started to pull out, and as he did, some cum fell out and hit the floor with a noticeable 'plop'.
"Fuck, that was good," Randy said as he stepped back and put his hands on his waist and caught his breath.
Drew got up and spun around and got on his knees to take the man's softening cock into his mouth and suck the remains of his load away.
"I'll be sure to tell your masters of how good a job you did today," Randy said as he looked down at the boy.
Drew sucked the last drop of cum off the man's cock and looked up with a smile. "Thank you, Sir."
Randy reached over and turned on the shower and rinsed off and Drew did the same. As the water ran over his ass, he could feel the cum leaking out and Drew made sure to use some soap to clean himself. Once they both stepped out and dried off, Randy reached over and rubbed the top of Drew's head.
"Have a good day, boy," Randy said. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Sounds good, Sir!" Drew replied as Randy turned and unlatched the door and left.
Drew put his gym clothes back on and wrung out his swim trunks and then headed back downstairs to the apartment. When he walked in, he checked his phone and saw that Bart had sent him the list of things he needed to get from the grocery. Drew made a note of everything and then put the phone down before heading back into the bathroom to take a shower.
It had been several days since he had been allowed to clean himself properly, so he turned on the water till it ran hot and then stripped down and stepped inside. He closed his eyes and let the water run across his face and tumble down over his collar, chest, and caged nub. He moved his head around and then turned and grabbed a bar of soap and lathered his body. If there was one thing he did miss, it was a daily shower. He liked to be clean and the water always helped him relax and get his day started. But Bart liked him to wear his scent and so usually he resorted to a wet, soapy washcloth to wipe himself down and to clean his cage.
He was able to use the shower to clean himself out regularly, though, and he reached up for the device attached to the showerhead to bring it down and put it into his ass. He let some water enter and then he flushed it out and repeated the procedure a few times till he was clean again. Between the fucking that Wes had given him and the one from Randy, he was still full of fluids.
He reached over and grabbed the shampoo next and rubbed it through his short hair to form a lather. Then he closed his eyes as he dunked his head under the water and let the suds wash away. The steam was building in the room as he opened his eyes again and he ran his hands over his chest and body and then felt his nub. He moved it back and forth and made sure the water got into the nooks and crannies and once he was confident things were all clean, he turned around and shut the water off, and stepped out.
He grabbed the towel that Bart had used in the morning and brought it up to his nose. He could smell his master in it and he used it to dry off. He then grabbed Wes's and he smelled it and then used it to dry his hair.
"I love my master's," Drew said aloud as he closed his eyes and smiled.
He let the towels drop to the floor and then looked at himself in the mirror. He needed to trim his beard to maintain his required length and when he was done, he rubbed some lotion on his balls and then turned and grabbed the towels and tossed them on the bed.
Laundry would be his next duty. His nub had spilled seed on the sheets earlier, so he stripped the bed and carried them and the towels into the living room and placed them on the floor. Each floor of the apartment had a laundry room and theirs was just the next door down. So, Drew put on the jockstrap he was planning to wear around the house today first and then some shorts over it and slipped on some flip-flops. He then gathered his pile of laundry and walked out into the hall and next door to load up the machines. He set them to run and then returned to the apartment and removed his shorts.
For the next couple of hours, Drew was kept busy cleaning the apartment, returning to first dry and then fold the towels, and then putting the sheets back on the bed. In between, he vacuumed each room and then set the diffuser on low to spread the slight scent of cinnamon around, which was Wes's favorite thing.
By lunchtime, Drew had completed most of his chores, so he sat down to have a sandwich and watch the news before heading out to tackle the list for Bart. His master had requested him to pick up some beer and a few prescriptions from the pharmacy. He also signed in online to put in an order for all the groceries they would need for the weekend and set the delivery time for later in the afternoon. Once he was done eating, he got dressed again and headed out to the drug store first.
It was a beautiful day outside. There was not a cloud in the sky and with a temperature of 80 °F (26.7 °C), you could tell that summer was just around the corner. Drew made his way to the 7th Avenue station and waited for the E train. While he was standing at the platform, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see one of his good friends and fellow sub, Chip.
"How are you, stranger?" Chip asked with a grin.
"Chip!" Drew exclaimed as he reached out and hugged him. "I have not seen you in a while!"
"Yeah, I have been pretty busy lately," Chip replied. "David has had some health issues lately and I have been taking care of him."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Drew said.
David was Chip's husband. They had married two years ago and Chip was a devoted sub to him. David was very wealthy and took care of anything Chip might need in return. Drew used to hang out with Chip nearly every week until David started having issues with his diabetes and began to have trouble with his legs. Fortunately, Chip had been there every step of the way, but it also meant the two subs had not been able to see each other much.
"Where are you headed?" Chip asked.
"Down to 2nd Avenue," Drew replied. "I need to stop by the drugstore."
"I'm going there myself," Chip said. "Mind some company?"
"Not at all!" Drew replied with a smile.
When the train arrived, the two got on board and rode it east to the stop on 3rd. They then walked to 2nd and headed south, to the drug store several blocks down.
"What do you have coming up this weekend?" Chip asked as they walked.
"We are all going out to the dance tomorrow for Urban Bear," Drew replied. "My masters have some friends coming into town, so I will be picking them up tomorrow and entertaining them this weekend."
"Nice!" Chip replied. "David will be staying inside this weekend, but I was thinking about going out. Do you think your masters would mind if I tagged along?"
"I'd be happy to ask," Drew replied with a grin. "As long as you don't mind helping me service the guests, that is."
"I never mind cock," Chip replied with a laugh.
It took about fifteen minutes of walking to reach the store and Drew had to wait about ten more minutes on his prescription. Once he and Chip had what they needed, they made their way back to Columbus Circle, stopping off to pick up some beer, and then bid each other farewell with a hug near Drew's apartment complex. By the time Drew got back upstairs again, it was almost 3 pm and he sat down to catch his breath and check his email.
Drew was allowed to take a small afternoon nap before it would be time to start preparing dinner, so he laid back on the sofa in his jockstrap and turned to look out the window at the light that was coming in between the buildings. He closed his eyes and started to doze as the faint sound of traffic continued unabated below him.
Dinner was always expected to be well on its way to preparation when his masters returned around 6 pm. Drew had woken up after about an hour on the couch to the sound of his phone going off letting him know his groceries had arrived. He had dressed and went down to retrieve them and then brought them back up to put them away. He looked through his recipe book to determine what he was going to make today. Cooking was one thing he loved to do and he put a lot of effort into it to please his masters. Tonight's dish, he decided, was going to be a pot-roasted chicken with vegetables and baked peach cobbler for dessert.
Drew preheated the oven first and then pulled out a skillet and put some olive oil at the bottom. He placed his chicken breasts inside the pan and seasoned them and then cut his vegetables and tossed them in next. Once the oven was ready, he placed the pan in and then set the timer before turning to slice the peaches and prepare the dessert next.
Wes was the first to arrive home that evening and when he came in the door, he found Drew dancing to some music while he was in the kitchen.
"I'm home, cubby," Wes announced.
Drew looked over at Wes and smiled and walked over to him and got on his knees and bowed his head. "Welcome home, Sir, I hope you had a good day."
Wes rubbed Drew's head. "I did, boy. You can rise. How is dinner coming along?"
"Should be ready in about fifteen minutes," Drew replied as he stood and returned to the kitchen. "May I get you a beer?"
"Please," Wes said as he pulled his shirttail out of his pants and took his shoes off.
Drew grabbed a can out of the fridge and brought it over to Wes, who had taken a seat at the kitchen table.
"It certainly smells good," Wes said as he opened the can and took a drink. "What did you prepare today?"
"Chicken and vegetables and cobbler," Drew replied with a smile as he put his apron on.
"Mmmm," Wes said as he rubbed his belly. "We hit the jackpot collaring you."
Drew went back to finish preparing the meal and a few minutes later, Bart appeared at the front door.
"Hey, babe," Wes said as he looked over at him.
"Heya, sexy," Bart replied as he took his shoes off and loosened his tie.
Drew took his apron off and came over and knelt on the floor again. "Welcome home, Sir."
"Thank you, boy," Bart said. "Grab me a beer, too."
"Right away, Sir," Drew replied as he stood and returned to the kitchen.
"Randy texted me today," Bart said as he sat down opposite Wes. "He says you serviced him well today, boy. Good job."
"Thank you, Sir!" Drew replied with a smile.
"Sounds like that ass got a lot of use today!" Wes said as he grinned at Drew.
"I also got to see Chip today when I was going to the pharmacy," Drew replied.
"How is he doing?" Bart asked. "I've heard David has been bedridden for a while."
"He is doing well," Drew replied. "That's one of the reasons I have not seen him a lot recently. He did ask if he could join us tomorrow night at the dance."
"Absolutely," Bart replied. "I wouldn't mind having him over before. I'm sure Stephen and James would love to make use of him if he would be up for that."
"You better make sure that is ok with David," Wes said.
"It is," Drew replied. "He said that it would be no problem to help me service them."
"Good," Bart said. "Then you can tell him to come on over whenever he can in the afternoon."
"I will, Sir," Drew replied.
Drew had just finished the final seasoning on the dish and brought it over and placed it in front of his masters. He then brought over two plates and served them each and stood back and awaited their verdict. Bart was the first to try the chicken.
"Very well done, boy," Bart said. "Another excellent dish."
"Agreed," Wes replied. "Excellent."
Drew returned to the kitchen, where he had set aside a portion for himself, and he ate while the two men talked at the table. He never sat with them to eat, except on formal occasions. There was a hierarchy in the household and he was fine with this. As he ate, he made sure to attend to them as they needed more to drink and when they had completed their main dish, he cleared their plates and brought over their dessert, which Wes devoured.
After dinner, the men went into their bedroom to strip down to their underwear and then returned to lounge in the living room. Once Drew had washed all the dishes and put things away, he came in to join them.
"May your sub be of service, Sirs?" Drew asked.
"I could use a foot massage," Wes replied.
"Sure thing!" Drew replied.
Drew had always had a foot fetish and he loved to take care of his master's feet. He sat down on the floor in front of Wes and put one of Wes's feet in his lap and started to rub and massage it. Wes flexed his toes and Drew heard the joints pop. He brought his head down and rubbed his head on them and then brought his hands up and started to work out the knots Wes had in his lower legs.
Wes sat back and closed his eyes. His beer rested on his belly and he lightly moaned from the attention he was receiving. Bart looked over and grinned and then turned the TV on and flipped through some channels until he found some documentary that looked interesting. He was a pretty intelligent man and was often found watching some sort of history or true crime show.
When Drew had finished with both of Wes's feet, his master looked down at him and smiled. "Thank you very much, boy."
"My turn!" Bart announced and Drew moved over to do the same for him.
After the program was over and both men had their massages, they retired to the bedroom to make love to one another. They closed the door behind them and Drew took the time to watch more TV until they opened the door and told him it was ok to come in.
As Drew entered, he saw Bart had some sweat on his upper body and the room had the faint scent of sex. Wes was on his side and his bare ass had some of Bart's cum still on it.
"Clean up your master's ass for me, boy," Bart said as he crossed over to the bathroom.
Drew went over to where Wes was lying on his side and got on the bed and brought his face down into Wes's ass. His tongue explored deeply and he found the cum that was starting to ooze from Wes's hole. He savored the taste and dove his tongue in more, which elicited a groan from Wes, who brought his hand around and rubbed the top of Drew's head.
"Get it all, boy," Wes said as he felt Drew's beard rub against his ass as he ate him out.
When all the remains of the sexual encounter had been cleaned, Drew got off the bed and went over and knelt in the closet. Wes got off the bed and walked around and went into the bathroom as Bart came out and sat on the bed.
"Are you all ready for tomorrow, boy?" Bart asked.
"I am, Sir," Drew replied. "I have the flight info in my phone and have planned the day out."
"Good," Bart said.
Wes came back into the bedroom after brushing his teeth and stood before Bart. Bart reached around and hugged his husband's waist and put his head on Wes's belly.
"Love you, boo," Bart said.
"I love you too," Wes replied, before bending down to kiss him.
Wes walked around to his side of the bed and laid down and Bart did as well.
"Good night, boy," both men said as they turned out the lights.
Drew sat in the dark for a while and then turned and pulled out his sheets and blanket, spreading them out on his mat before pulling out his pillow and laying down. As he drifted off, he heard the familiar sound of Bart's light snoring. Another day had ended.