It began with one mutation in a single human.
A lone scientist, by pure chance, stumbled across an intersex person (one with working sets of both male and female genitalia: don't confuse this with a transgender person, who is born with only one set of genitalia, but it's the opposite set as their brain is wired for, and thus takes hormones and sometimes has surgery to get their body to match their brain.) This intersex person had been given the name of Noah by their parents, because at the time of their birth their parents saw that the newborn possessed a penis and thus came up with a male name, ignoring the fact the newborn also had a vagina.
To their credit, Noah's parents treated their child well, not viewing Noah as some sort of freak. Noah had a good childhood: they were homeschooled but given an excellent education, and Noah was encouraged to have other children their age as friends.
Noah was good enough academically to attend college and major in chemistry. After college, Noah obtained a job in a scientific laboratory and became very close with the lead scientist. When the lead scientist was transferred a year later to an isolated outpost, they chose Noah as their assistant to join them.
Closeness in the lab soon lead to closeness in person, and that led to a romantic and sexual relationship. Noah casually mentioned during a horizontal conversation that after an experience in college where a male student had sucked off Noah and swallowed, the male student became very clingy and their brain seemed to start deteriorating.
The lead scientist, who, being a cisgender male, had treated Noah as a female and had exclusively relied on inserting their penis into Noah's vagina, got intrigued. They set up an experiment where male and female escorts were hired to either swallow Noah's sperm or be fucked by Noah and take a load.
The females were entirely unaffected. But the males all became desperate for more of Noah's cum, and their mental capacity decreased significantly.
The lead scientist obtained sperm and blood samples from Noah and performed an analysis. Not only was the mutation causing this identified, but a way was found to induce the identical modification in embryos of women up through the fifth month of pregnancy.
A scientific paper was published that seemed to attract little attention. About a month after the paper was published, an institute appeared offering, globally, a service for pregnant women who didn't want to raise the baby but also didn't want to abort it. (This ensured a huge amount of funding from the Vatican and various anti-abortion groups throughout the world, so money would never be a problem.) The women were flown, all expenses paid, to the institute, they were pampered and given very attentive medical care during their pregnancy, and when the baby was due to be born, they were blindfolded during the birth, the baby was born and taken, and afterwards, they were, again all expenses paid, returned to their home (or wherever else they wanted to go: if they wanted to move elsewhere, the institute did so and helped them find housing, a job, etc., in the new location.) The institute then would do the entire work of raising the children from infancy until adulthood.
[25 years later]
Within a 6-month period, every major institution (media, religious, judicial and political) in the world suddenly passed a string of laws or espoused said laws, that radically changed society. Ordinary men were removed from all positions of power and replaced by - wait, what?
I read the new laws carefully, then did some research. Intersex people had reclaimed the ancient word "futanari", or "futa" for short, and instead of it being a slur, it was now being used by - when in Rome, you shoot Roman candles, I reminded myself - the futas themselves who had seized global power without firing a single bullet.
Men, you see, have a weakness. The ones who had been in power had been seduced by the first wave of the fully grown futas who had been raised by the institute. And once they were addicted to futa cum, they were willing to do literally anything to feed their addiction. It was a simple matter to get their poisoned, addicted brains to write new laws or support the new laws being written.
Even nations that were officially ruled by a woman had enough men in powerful positions to be toppled easily. Earth had become the Futa Empire. Ordinary men were quickly reduced to the status of laborers, while ordinary women were boosted slightly in status, as they no longer had the yoke of patriarchy to deal with.
If you were a man, there was only one way up the social ladder. You had to find a futa, convince them you were worth having around, and then swallow their cum or have them fill your ass with it. You would immediately get promoted from "common laborer" to "futa's pet male." The process was called "binding." It was a lifetime commitment for both parties. The futas were very strict on this point - they would not allow their own members to abandon a male they had bound. (It was allowed for a futa to bind more than one male, but she then had to take care of all of them.)
Once the Empire was established, the institute released a second, much larger wave of adult futas into the world, thus offering many more possibilities for men to find a futa and bind themselves. Sunny was one such futa. She was a beautiful, tall brunette who worked as a musician. (Her girlfriend, Sara, worked in a scientific lab: Sunny wanted a male to have as her bound pet, as well.)
And, having encountered Sunny at random while shopping and made an initial good impression on her, I was now going to go on a date with her and Sara. I hadn't been this nervous in all my 28 years of life. (Sara was 31: 19-year-old Sunny liked older paramours.)
I met the two of them at the spot in the park we had agreed on. Sara was almost as tall as Sunny. At five-foot-seven, I was the shortest of us by a good two inches.
"Hi," Sara said. "You must be Keith. Maybe I'll just call you Runt."
I giggled. "That's me. A pleasure to meet you." I turned to Sunny. "And it's wonderful to see you again."
"I did some checking up on you," Sunny told me. "You were always pushing for the patriarchy to fall, well before the Empire came into existence. I think we'll get along nicely."
The Mexican restaurant was just a couple minutes from our meeting spot. We had a reservation, and were seated right away.
"So," I asked Sara, "just what exactly do you do in the lab?"
"Oh, work to weaponize futa cum. I figured out what the toxin is that destroys male brains and purified it, now I'm working on keeping it stable so I can aerosolize it."
I shivered slightly at her casual tone. I turned to Sunny.
"I hope you can protect me from Dr. Mengele over here."
Sunny smiled. "Just don't get on her bad side."
Sara giggled. "Don't worry, Keith. Anyone who's important to Sunny is important to me. I do love her, you know."
I switched the conversation to Sunny's work. "How long have you been playing guitar?"
"Since I was four, and discovered I had a natural aptitude for it."
"How did you originally form Mother Bone Love?"
"When I was 16, I met Jill in school and she introduced me to Lizzy and Gina. We went to the warehouse after school and practiced. And we realized we were a good mix."
"Are you surprised at how much people love your song `The Hidden Feeling'?"
"Nope. Lizzy said she knew that one would be a hit."
The food arrived, and we stopped talking to fill our stomachs. We each paid one-third of the bill plus tip, by mutual agreement.
"Before I decide whether to bind you, we need to all spend a night in bed," Sunny informed me.
I tagged along with Sunny and Sara to their place. Sara took a blood sample from me, then the three of us stripped and climbed onto the large bed.
"So, what should I be doing?" I asked the two lovely ladies.
"Asking that is a good start," Sunny grinned. "It means you understand that our sexual needs are important."
"You can start by kissing us both," Sara informed me.
I gave Sara a gentle kiss, then turned my face towards Sunny and gave her a gentle kiss.
"You're both good kissers," I informed them.
Sara laughed. "Flatterer." She planted her lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. I tentatively slid mine into hers, and she responded with great power. I was left gasping for air when she broke the lip-lock.
Sunny placed her lips against mine, parted them slightly, and the two of us shared a soft kiss, gently twining our tongues.
"He's as passive as you," Sara observed to Sunny.
"Unless you ask me to be otherwise," I told Sara.
"No, that's fine. Men being passive is a good thing. Now, go ahead and kiss my chest."
Sara helped position me so that my face was between her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were firm. I guessed them to be somewhere between a B and a C cup, but I was no expert on the matter.
I slowly trailed my tongue through her cleavage. Sara made what I interpreted as approving sounds. I kissed my way up from the base of her breast to her nipple. She gave me a smile as I began suckling, and her arms secured my head in place.
I switched back and forth between her breasts, not wanting either of them to feel neglected. She seemed to like it when I used my tongue to flicker across the tip of her nipple. When I experimentally placed my teeth against it, though, she shook her head, and I quickly resumed my former position.
"Okay, let's have you do the same thing for Sunny."
Sunny's breasts were just a fraction larger than Sara's. Maybe half a cup size. And since Sunny was just 19, they were very firm. She wouldn't be needing a bra for another decade or two.
I kissed through Sunny's cleavage, then found a nipple and suckled gently.
"She likes it a little bit more rough. Don't leave any marks, but you can bite on her nipples a little."
I glanced up at Sunny, and she nodded. I took the nipple I was sucking between my teeth and slowly started increasing the pressure. A gesture from Sunny stopped me at a particular point. I rolled her other nipple lightly between my fingertips, and Sunny's breathing deepened.
Sara prised my head away from her girlfriend's chest. "We both got the five-year shot last month, so don't worry about cumming inside. I want to see how good you are at eating pussy."
"I'll do my best."
"Losers always whine about 'their best'." Sara stroked my cock, already half-hard, to its full seven inches, then positioned Sunny, facing away from me, on it. Sunny's pussy was already leaking from me ministering to her chest, so my pole slid inside easily. "Winners come to my home and fuck the rock queen."
Before I could reply, Sara swung her body around and lowered her box onto my face. It, too, was already leaking fluid. I licked along her slit, tasting her juices, then slid my tongue between her folds.
"Mmmmm. Keep licking."
I swirled my tongue in circles, trying to get as much of Sara's honey as I could. She pressed down more firmly on me. I lifted my hands and placed them on Sara's hips, holding her steady so I could lap up her nectar from the source.
Sunny, meanwhile, was bouncing up and down on my pole. She was moaning and shuddering, her box squeezing me delightfully on every downthrust. My hips instinctively began moving to match her rhythm. Sunny began more actively trying to milk my pole.
Sara locked her legs around my face as she now ground against me. I moved my tongue faster. She shivered, then tensed. I drove my tongue as deep as I could into her box. She let out a lustful yowl and flooded me with honey, which I did my best to swallow down.
After Sara recovered from he climax, she slipped off my face and got between my legs. I heard a sudden gasp from Sunny.
"Sara?"
"I'll suck you while you ride him, sweetie."
Between Sunny's pussy squeezing me and the slurping sounds Sara was making, I wasn't going to last much longer. I couldn't see her, because Sunny's body was in the way, but I could sure hear her. I now placed my hands on Sunny's hips to help her keep her balance as she bounced up and down. My legs and Sunny's body both tensed.
Sunny's lustful screech wasn't as loud as Sara's had been. Her pussy spasmed around my pole, and her climax triggered my own. Judging by the sudden gulping noises Sara was making, I figured Sunny must be filling her mouth with sperm.
Sara popped up, licked her lips, and got on one side of me. Sunny slid her body off me and lay on my other side.
"Did I satisfy both you lovely ladies?"
"Riding you felt awesome," Sunny purred.
Sara gave me a smirk. "Your performance met my minimum acceptable standards."
I locked eyes with the tall scientist. "How may I improve?"
Her face broke into a grin. "I like your attitude, Keith. I was just teasing. You were damn good."
"Should we rest?"
Sunny and Sara nodded. "We should rest."
Sunny reached over and turned out the lights. "Sweet dreams."
When we woke, we showered (separately), dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen to refuel our bodies. Sara and Sunny informed me that my in-bed performance was good enough to have Sunny bind me, but they wanted to go on some more ordinary dates with me first to see if I was the right fit.
So we did. A picnic in the park one weekend. A poetry reading the next. A play. A movie. A day at the lake, tanning our bodies and watching the seagulls.
It took several months before I completely won Sara's trust (winning Sunny's had been easier.) But eventually, I did. And after a nice dinner to celebrate the occasion, we all went back to the same large bed where we had had such a good time the night they tested my sexual skills.
"Ready to be bound, Keith?"
"I'm ready."
"Okay, let's warm up first."
We did the same thing as before, with me kissing both women's breasts and Sara stroking me to hardness.
"Okay, we'll position ourselves differently this time."
Sara lay on her back, her legs spread. She had me get on top of her. My cock slid into her dripping pussy.
"Sunny, you know what to do."
Sunny dripped some lube into my butt crack, rubbed her stiff pole against it, then eased her way into my back-channel.
"Everyone in position?"
"I am," I replied.
"So am I," Sunny said.
"Begin!"
I began by pumping in and out of Sara slowly, because Sunny was easing her way in and out of me. Sara moaned and pulled my head down to her chest. Remembering her proclivities, I was gentle with my mouth and tongue.
As my body adjusted to being taken from behind, Sunny sped up her rhythm. This in turn caused me to speed up mine as I thrust into Sara. Her moans increased in intensity, and my own breathing was deepening as Sunny made love to me faster.
I began really pounding into Sara as Sunny started drilling me. Sara thrashed and panted. Her body tensed, then shuddered as she climaxed. I continued to pump into her. Sunny leaned her torso forward and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.
I felt my own climax approaching, and Sunny's rod was throbbing and twitching inside me. Sara's body hadn't seemed to slow down from the orgasm. Her box tightened around my pole.
And then Sunny's sperm erupted inside me. I could feel her body shiver as she sent jet after jet into my bum. My own cock blasted my load into Sara's superheated pussy. The tall scientist let out a lusty yell that could have woken the dead as her box clamped and spasmed.
Sunny pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and I staggered to my feet so Sara could get up. We all put a hand down to brace ourselves against the edge of the bed. When we regained energy, I felt a desire start to grow inside me for more of Sunny's seed, and knew the binding had worked.
"Thank you both."
The ladies giggled. "You're quite welcome."
We showered up - together, this time - then dried off and returned to the bed. Sara and I made Sunny the meat in the sandwich.
"I'm so glad I have you. A loving, intelligent girlfriend and a sweet, kind bound boy-toy. A futa couldn't ask for anything more."
"Yes, you could," I told her.
"What more could I ask for?"
"For your band to be as successful as The Rolling Stones."
"You're so sweet."
[3 years later]
Mother Bone Love had rocketed to success. So naturally, when the Empire honored Noah - who, at age 55, was still going strong, and had bound the lead scientist when they decided to retire and leave the lab in Noah's hands - MBL was chosen to perform at the gala. Sara and I were in the front row.
My vocabulary had shrunk some as the brain-poisoning effects of Sunny's cum had gradually taken full effect. Getting dosed with it at least 5 times a week wasn't helping. But I was just happy that she was happy. And she and Sara took wonderful care of me.
The announcer introduced Mother Bone Love, and I applauded vigorously and looked at Sunny with adoring eyes. Then I turned to Sara and whispered.
"She's hot. You're hot. I love her. I love you both."
Sara squeezed my hand. "We love you, too."
Then the music started...
A lone scientist, by pure chance, stumbled across an intersex person (one with working sets of both male and female genitalia: don't confuse this with a transgender person, who is born with only one set of genitalia, but it's the opposite set as their brain is wired for, and thus takes hormones and sometimes has surgery to get their body to match their brain.) This intersex person had been given the name of Noah by their parents, because at the time of their birth their parents saw that the newborn possessed a penis and thus came up with a male name, ignoring the fact the newborn also had a vagina.
To their credit, Noah's parents treated their child well, not viewing Noah as some sort of freak. Noah had a good childhood: they were homeschooled but given an excellent education, and Noah was encouraged to have other children their age as friends.
Noah was good enough academically to attend college and major in chemistry. After college, Noah obtained a job in a scientific laboratory and became very close with the lead scientist. When the lead scientist was transferred a year later to an isolated outpost, they chose Noah as their assistant to join them.
Closeness in the lab soon lead to closeness in person, and that led to a romantic and sexual relationship. Noah casually mentioned during a horizontal conversation that after an experience in college where a male student had sucked off Noah and swallowed, the male student became very clingy and their brain seemed to start deteriorating.
The lead scientist, who, being a cisgender male, had treated Noah as a female and had exclusively relied on inserting their penis into Noah's vagina, got intrigued. They set up an experiment where male and female escorts were hired to either swallow Noah's sperm or be fucked by Noah and take a load.
The females were entirely unaffected. But the males all became desperate for more of Noah's cum, and their mental capacity decreased significantly.
The lead scientist obtained sperm and blood samples from Noah and performed an analysis. Not only was the mutation causing this identified, but a way was found to induce the identical modification in embryos of women up through the fifth month of pregnancy.
A scientific paper was published that seemed to attract little attention. About a month after the paper was published, an institute appeared offering, globally, a service for pregnant women who didn't want to raise the baby but also didn't want to abort it. (This ensured a huge amount of funding from the Vatican and various anti-abortion groups throughout the world, so money would never be a problem.) The women were flown, all expenses paid, to the institute, they were pampered and given very attentive medical care during their pregnancy, and when the baby was due to be born, they were blindfolded during the birth, the baby was born and taken, and afterwards, they were, again all expenses paid, returned to their home (or wherever else they wanted to go: if they wanted to move elsewhere, the institute did so and helped them find housing, a job, etc., in the new location.) The institute then would do the entire work of raising the children from infancy until adulthood.
[25 years later]
Within a 6-month period, every major institution (media, religious, judicial and political) in the world suddenly passed a string of laws or espoused said laws, that radically changed society. Ordinary men were removed from all positions of power and replaced by - wait, what?
I read the new laws carefully, then did some research. Intersex people had reclaimed the ancient word "futanari", or "futa" for short, and instead of it being a slur, it was now being used by - when in Rome, you shoot Roman candles, I reminded myself - the futas themselves who had seized global power without firing a single bullet.
Men, you see, have a weakness. The ones who had been in power had been seduced by the first wave of the fully grown futas who had been raised by the institute. And once they were addicted to futa cum, they were willing to do literally anything to feed their addiction. It was a simple matter to get their poisoned, addicted brains to write new laws or support the new laws being written.
Even nations that were officially ruled by a woman had enough men in powerful positions to be toppled easily. Earth had become the Futa Empire. Ordinary men were quickly reduced to the status of laborers, while ordinary women were boosted slightly in status, as they no longer had the yoke of patriarchy to deal with.
If you were a man, there was only one way up the social ladder. You had to find a futa, convince them you were worth having around, and then swallow their cum or have them fill your ass with it. You would immediately get promoted from "common laborer" to "futa's pet male." The process was called "binding." It was a lifetime commitment for both parties. The futas were very strict on this point - they would not allow their own members to abandon a male they had bound. (It was allowed for a futa to bind more than one male, but she then had to take care of all of them.)
Once the Empire was established, the institute released a second, much larger wave of adult futas into the world, thus offering many more possibilities for men to find a futa and bind themselves. Sunny was one such futa. She was a beautiful, tall brunette who worked as a musician. (Her girlfriend, Sara, worked in a scientific lab: Sunny wanted a male to have as her bound pet, as well.)
And, having encountered Sunny at random while shopping and made an initial good impression on her, I was now going to go on a date with her and Sara. I hadn't been this nervous in all my 28 years of life. (Sara was 31: 19-year-old Sunny liked older paramours.)
I met the two of them at the spot in the park we had agreed on. Sara was almost as tall as Sunny. At five-foot-seven, I was the shortest of us by a good two inches.
"Hi," Sara said. "You must be Keith. Maybe I'll just call you Runt."
I giggled. "That's me. A pleasure to meet you." I turned to Sunny. "And it's wonderful to see you again."
"I did some checking up on you," Sunny told me. "You were always pushing for the patriarchy to fall, well before the Empire came into existence. I think we'll get along nicely."
The Mexican restaurant was just a couple minutes from our meeting spot. We had a reservation, and were seated right away.
"So," I asked Sara, "just what exactly do you do in the lab?"
"Oh, work to weaponize futa cum. I figured out what the toxin is that destroys male brains and purified it, now I'm working on keeping it stable so I can aerosolize it."
I shivered slightly at her casual tone. I turned to Sunny.
"I hope you can protect me from Dr. Mengele over here."
Sunny smiled. "Just don't get on her bad side."
Sara giggled. "Don't worry, Keith. Anyone who's important to Sunny is important to me. I do love her, you know."
I switched the conversation to Sunny's work. "How long have you been playing guitar?"
"Since I was four, and discovered I had a natural aptitude for it."
"How did you originally form Mother Bone Love?"
"When I was 16, I met Jill in school and she introduced me to Lizzy and Gina. We went to the warehouse after school and practiced. And we realized we were a good mix."
"Are you surprised at how much people love your song `The Hidden Feeling'?"
"Nope. Lizzy said she knew that one would be a hit."
The food arrived, and we stopped talking to fill our stomachs. We each paid one-third of the bill plus tip, by mutual agreement.
"Before I decide whether to bind you, we need to all spend a night in bed," Sunny informed me.
I tagged along with Sunny and Sara to their place. Sara took a blood sample from me, then the three of us stripped and climbed onto the large bed.
"So, what should I be doing?" I asked the two lovely ladies.
"Asking that is a good start," Sunny grinned. "It means you understand that our sexual needs are important."
"You can start by kissing us both," Sara informed me.
I gave Sara a gentle kiss, then turned my face towards Sunny and gave her a gentle kiss.
"You're both good kissers," I informed them.
Sara laughed. "Flatterer." She planted her lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. I tentatively slid mine into hers, and she responded with great power. I was left gasping for air when she broke the lip-lock.
Sunny placed her lips against mine, parted them slightly, and the two of us shared a soft kiss, gently twining our tongues.
"He's as passive as you," Sara observed to Sunny.
"Unless you ask me to be otherwise," I told Sara.
"No, that's fine. Men being passive is a good thing. Now, go ahead and kiss my chest."
Sara helped position me so that my face was between her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were firm. I guessed them to be somewhere between a B and a C cup, but I was no expert on the matter.
I slowly trailed my tongue through her cleavage. Sara made what I interpreted as approving sounds. I kissed my way up from the base of her breast to her nipple. She gave me a smile as I began suckling, and her arms secured my head in place.
I switched back and forth between her breasts, not wanting either of them to feel neglected. She seemed to like it when I used my tongue to flicker across the tip of her nipple. When I experimentally placed my teeth against it, though, she shook her head, and I quickly resumed my former position.
"Okay, let's have you do the same thing for Sunny."
Sunny's breasts were just a fraction larger than Sara's. Maybe half a cup size. And since Sunny was just 19, they were very firm. She wouldn't be needing a bra for another decade or two.
I kissed through Sunny's cleavage, then found a nipple and suckled gently.
"She likes it a little bit more rough. Don't leave any marks, but you can bite on her nipples a little."
I glanced up at Sunny, and she nodded. I took the nipple I was sucking between my teeth and slowly started increasing the pressure. A gesture from Sunny stopped me at a particular point. I rolled her other nipple lightly between my fingertips, and Sunny's breathing deepened.
Sara prised my head away from her girlfriend's chest. "We both got the five-year shot last month, so don't worry about cumming inside. I want to see how good you are at eating pussy."
"I'll do my best."
"Losers always whine about 'their best'." Sara stroked my cock, already half-hard, to its full seven inches, then positioned Sunny, facing away from me, on it. Sunny's pussy was already leaking from me ministering to her chest, so my pole slid inside easily. "Winners come to my home and fuck the rock queen."
Before I could reply, Sara swung her body around and lowered her box onto my face. It, too, was already leaking fluid. I licked along her slit, tasting her juices, then slid my tongue between her folds.
"Mmmmm. Keep licking."
I swirled my tongue in circles, trying to get as much of Sara's honey as I could. She pressed down more firmly on me. I lifted my hands and placed them on Sara's hips, holding her steady so I could lap up her nectar from the source.
Sunny, meanwhile, was bouncing up and down on my pole. She was moaning and shuddering, her box squeezing me delightfully on every downthrust. My hips instinctively began moving to match her rhythm. Sunny began more actively trying to milk my pole.
Sara locked her legs around my face as she now ground against me. I moved my tongue faster. She shivered, then tensed. I drove my tongue as deep as I could into her box. She let out a lustful yowl and flooded me with honey, which I did my best to swallow down.
After Sara recovered from he climax, she slipped off my face and got between my legs. I heard a sudden gasp from Sunny.
"Sara?"
"I'll suck you while you ride him, sweetie."
Between Sunny's pussy squeezing me and the slurping sounds Sara was making, I wasn't going to last much longer. I couldn't see her, because Sunny's body was in the way, but I could sure hear her. I now placed my hands on Sunny's hips to help her keep her balance as she bounced up and down. My legs and Sunny's body both tensed.
Sunny's lustful screech wasn't as loud as Sara's had been. Her pussy spasmed around my pole, and her climax triggered my own. Judging by the sudden gulping noises Sara was making, I figured Sunny must be filling her mouth with sperm.
Sara popped up, licked her lips, and got on one side of me. Sunny slid her body off me and lay on my other side.
"Did I satisfy both you lovely ladies?"
"Riding you felt awesome," Sunny purred.
Sara gave me a smirk. "Your performance met my minimum acceptable standards."
I locked eyes with the tall scientist. "How may I improve?"
Her face broke into a grin. "I like your attitude, Keith. I was just teasing. You were damn good."
"Should we rest?"
Sunny and Sara nodded. "We should rest."
Sunny reached over and turned out the lights. "Sweet dreams."
When we woke, we showered (separately), dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen to refuel our bodies. Sara and Sunny informed me that my in-bed performance was good enough to have Sunny bind me, but they wanted to go on some more ordinary dates with me first to see if I was the right fit.
So we did. A picnic in the park one weekend. A poetry reading the next. A play. A movie. A day at the lake, tanning our bodies and watching the seagulls.
It took several months before I completely won Sara's trust (winning Sunny's had been easier.) But eventually, I did. And after a nice dinner to celebrate the occasion, we all went back to the same large bed where we had had such a good time the night they tested my sexual skills.
"Ready to be bound, Keith?"
"I'm ready."
"Okay, let's warm up first."
We did the same thing as before, with me kissing both women's breasts and Sara stroking me to hardness.
"Okay, we'll position ourselves differently this time."
Sara lay on her back, her legs spread. She had me get on top of her. My cock slid into her dripping pussy.
"Sunny, you know what to do."
Sunny dripped some lube into my butt crack, rubbed her stiff pole against it, then eased her way into my back-channel.
"Everyone in position?"
"I am," I replied.
"So am I," Sunny said.
"Begin!"
I began by pumping in and out of Sara slowly, because Sunny was easing her way in and out of me. Sara moaned and pulled my head down to her chest. Remembering her proclivities, I was gentle with my mouth and tongue.
As my body adjusted to being taken from behind, Sunny sped up her rhythm. This in turn caused me to speed up mine as I thrust into Sara. Her moans increased in intensity, and my own breathing was deepening as Sunny made love to me faster.
I began really pounding into Sara as Sunny started drilling me. Sara thrashed and panted. Her body tensed, then shuddered as she climaxed. I continued to pump into her. Sunny leaned her torso forward and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.
I felt my own climax approaching, and Sunny's rod was throbbing and twitching inside me. Sara's body hadn't seemed to slow down from the orgasm. Her box tightened around my pole.
And then Sunny's sperm erupted inside me. I could feel her body shiver as she sent jet after jet into my bum. My own cock blasted my load into Sara's superheated pussy. The tall scientist let out a lusty yell that could have woken the dead as her box clamped and spasmed.
Sunny pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and I staggered to my feet so Sara could get up. We all put a hand down to brace ourselves against the edge of the bed. When we regained energy, I felt a desire start to grow inside me for more of Sunny's seed, and knew the binding had worked.
"Thank you both."
The ladies giggled. "You're quite welcome."
We showered up - together, this time - then dried off and returned to the bed. Sara and I made Sunny the meat in the sandwich.
"I'm so glad I have you. A loving, intelligent girlfriend and a sweet, kind bound boy-toy. A futa couldn't ask for anything more."
"Yes, you could," I told her.
"What more could I ask for?"
"For your band to be as successful as The Rolling Stones."
"You're so sweet."
[3 years later]
Mother Bone Love had rocketed to success. So naturally, when the Empire honored Noah - who, at age 55, was still going strong, and had bound the lead scientist when they decided to retire and leave the lab in Noah's hands - MBL was chosen to perform at the gala. Sara and I were in the front row.
My vocabulary had shrunk some as the brain-poisoning effects of Sunny's cum had gradually taken full effect. Getting dosed with it at least 5 times a week wasn't helping. But I was just happy that she was happy. And she and Sara took wonderful care of me.
The announcer introduced Mother Bone Love, and I applauded vigorously and looked at Sunny with adoring eyes. Then I turned to Sara and whispered.
"She's hot. You're hot. I love her. I love you both."
Sara squeezed my hand. "We love you, too."
Then the music started...