Juliet hideaway 003

Juliet hideaway 003


The door swung open and Vanessa strode in, grabbing Carla's hand along the way. Jack came behind and saw the shop owner, Juliet. She was five-nine easy, lithe and fit, clearly strong. Her chestnut hair waved not-quite-straight to the middle of her back and her green eyes lit into Jack's. He knew she took his measure in a single glance. "What can I do for you ladies tonight?" Juliet asked, turning to Carla.
Vanessa spoke first, of course. "Carla's looking for something special," she said and Carla pulled away. "I'm not, really... not really looking for anything," Carla said as she turned away from the racks of sex toys. It was all here: dildos, vibrators, dolls, creams, lotions, games, costumes, feathers, restraints... and it was all top-quality stuff.
"Oh, just came to browse?" asked Juliet, but almost before she finished Vanessa was by her side. "No. Carla's definitely looking. She needs something a little bit more... shall we say, fulfilling than what she's getting regularly." Carla blushed. Jack looked at his shoes. Juliet lifted his gaze to hers with a long stare. As he looked up, she cracked a broad grin. "Oh, I understand. I understand completely. I definitely have what you need."
Jack withered a little but felt himself stiffen in his pants as Juliet stared him down. "Don't worry," she said, "we all come up a little short in our own way, big boy. Girls," she barked, "over here!"
Juliet led them down a wall full of dildos. Vanessa grabbed one as thick as her arm and nearly two feet long, waving it around. "Here Carla, how about this?" Carla cracked up. "That's not a dick, V, that's a fucking traffic cone. Put that back. Oh, here's one," she said, turning toward Jack. "This isn't making you... you know, uncomfortable, is it?" Jack stammered unintelligibly. Carla and Vanessa shared a look and a giggle.
"That's a very special piece you're holding, Carla," said Juliet. "The model for that is local. Very local, in fact." Jack looked up and felt even weaker. Carla held an impossibly realistic-looking cock. It utterly filled her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it the way Jack loved to have her fingers wrapped around his own... and he knew she was appraising him. She looked almost hungrily at the fake dick.
"Jack, come here for a second," Vanessa called, and Jack shuffled over. V took the dildo from Carla and held it up to Jack's crotch. "Wouldn't you love to be packing that, Jack? Carla, what do you think? Think it looks good on him?"
"Well," said Carla, "it's certainly a bit of a change, that's for sure. I mean, you gotta admit, Jack, that is a beautiful cock."
Vanessa laughed and shook her head. "Hey, Juliet? What do you have to help us get control of Jack's constant masturbation? Seriously, it seems like he can't ever stop. Can you help?" Jack crumbled, going beet red but again Juliet was somehow able to pull his gaze to hers.
"Well, Jack, is that so? Constant beating-off? Is this a daily thing for you, or what? Is this the real reason why these girls are in here needing... accoutrements, because you're selfishly pleasuring your own, rather than selflessly pleasing others as you should be?" Juliet turned to Carla. "Carla, you seem to know him, ah, biblically. Is this a case of too-frequent self-abuse?"
Carla blushed. "I don't know, I don't really think about it to be honest with you. We're really just friends who've fooled around a few times; he can do what he wants." Vanessa, of course, chimed in immediately. "Oh, believe me Juliet, I know. He's my roommate. I've seen plenty of, um, evidence. Hell, I've even caught him in the act -- with my picture, no less! If they gave out masturbation awards, Jack would walk the red carpet constantly. He'd be a winner of multiple jerkies!"
"Well," said Juliet over a chuckle, "I do have some tools. Come on over here." They followed, with Jack shuffling behind. Despite his embarrassment, Jack was now rock hard under his pants, desperately wishing for his erection to subside. Vanessa slipped in front of him and ran her hand up the front of his trousers, letting loose an excited giggle. "I fucking knew it," she whispered, squeezing his cock. "You can't get enough of this, can you?" Vanessa turned to Carla and whispered in her ear. Her eyes got huge and she turned to Jack, but said nothing.
"What we have here, ladies, is the male chastity device," Juliet said as she held up a clear plastic contraption with a ring, a pin, a tube, and a lock. She looked directly at Jack as she said, "You simply slip the offending balls through the ring, slide the jerker's jerk-stick into the tube, connect the ring and tube with the pin, secure the lock, and voila, there will be no more jerking without permission."
"Do you think that thing will fit him," asked Carla, "I mean, to be honest it looks a little... big." All three women dissolved into laughter as Jack gritted his teeth. He was dying of embarrassment but at the same time it was all he could do not to blast a load of cum in his pants right that minute. The look in Carla's eyes... Vanessa's laughter... Juliet's strange power in the whole thing, the entire heady mix had Jack in a terrible state.
"Let's go find out," said Juliet, grabbing Jack and pulling him to a back room as Carla and Vanessa followed, cheering Juliet on with giggling ridicule. "Time to lock up the nasty, drippy little nub, isn't it?"
Juliet pushed Jack into a small room with two chairs and a dark window. She and Vanessa held Jack's shoulders while Carla undid his belt and loosened his pants. In one swift motion she had Jack's trembling manhood revealed, and all three girls cackled and guffawed at his erection.
"Oh, my god," said Juliet, "it really is quite the little jerk-stick, isn't it? Jack, how do you satisfy a woman with that? Carla, hand me the magic wand!" Juliet grabbed for Carla's dildo and held it up next to Jack's cock. "Do you see, Jack? This one isn't just a good bit longer than yours, it's quite a bit thicker too. That's what we're really after, isn't it, girls? The girth. So... richly fulfilling. Yours looks like it's good for masturbating though, I can see why you stroke it a lot. Are you a humper, Jack? Pillow fucker? Stainer of sheets? The floor-humping type? I bet you are, aren't you, big boy. Let's get you fitted, shall we?"
A bump and crash came from the room next door. Jack jumped, startled. The light went on and Jack realized he was behind a two-way mirror, looking into a studio with a couch, tables, and a wedge the size of an armchair. A shirtless man cursed, reaching for his toe. He was fiercely muscled; ripped even.
"Who's that," asked Carla and Vanessa at the same moment. "Funny you should ask," said Juliet, pointing to Carla's dildo. "That's the model."