John's Long Journey Into Night - Part Two by Doc Nolan

John’s Long Journey into Night – Part Two
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Synopsis of Part One:  John, recently divorced, goes to his high school reunion, and is spotted and persuaded by an aggressively fascinating lady classmate he barely knew to come to her house.  Leonore knows John is a man seeking purpose and direction – and sees opportunity written all over him.  At her home John he finds a woman (Mandy) sitting with her feet atop a cage containing her husband. John is floored!
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Mandy, looking at John’s shocked face began giggling at first.  Then she began chortling.  And then she started laughing.  Leonore grinned.

“His face, Leonore.  His face! “, Mandy managed to spit out.  “You didn’t tell him, did you?  You fucking bitch.  He’s cherry and you didn’t tell him, did you?”

Leonore walked over to the sofa, sat down beside Mandy and ignored her question.  “John,” she said, “Sit on the throw rug!”  John, frozen, was still staring.

 “Goddamnit, John, NOW!”

He dropped.  And he mechanically said, “Yes, Miss.”

Mandy broke into laughter again.  “Fuck, Leonore.  He may be cherry, but you got this one trained fast!’  Leonore smiled, and replied, “I guess I’m just talented, Mandy, right?”  Mandy nodded.

John’s eyes shifted back and forth between Mandy and Leonore.  He knew he shouldn’t but his eyes moved from Mandy’s exposed breasts to Leonore’s hidden ones.  ‘This is so wrong,’ he thought.  He felt his cock becoming engorged.  He wasn’t thinking about the whole situation.  John was simply thinking: ‘I shouldn’t be thinking of their breasts.’  Actually it was worse.  John was wondering if Leonore wore a lace bra…. What color it might be… if her nipples were erect…. If they were pierced….   “Stop,” he told himself, regaining control over his runaway reptile brain.  He took a deep breath.

“Hello, John!” said Leonore.  “Knock, knock.  Are you home?”  It was obvious that John was in shock.

“Yes, Miss.”

“John, I think you owe Mandy an apology!  I saw you looking at her breasts just now.  Weren’t you, John?”.  He nodded.

“Well, Mandy, what do you think we should do with John for being so … bad?”  Leonore was grinning ear-to-ear.

Mandy cocked her head, smiled and then simply said: “Put the fucker in his cage!  Naked! “

Leonore, still smiling, looked at John as she replied to Mandy, “Yes, I agree.”  She then said to John: “Strip, John.  I want every piece of fucking clothing off in 60 seconds and I want you in that cage the moment you finish.  NOW!  Get moving!”  Her voice had gone from sweet to drill-sergeant tough in seconds.

John’s mind froze, but his fingers got busily to work.  He observed himself eagerly complying.  His cock had taken control.  His maleness had pushed common sense and all self-directed thought out of consciousness.  John’s only concern now was to please and to comply – and hopefully to both titillate and delight.  His focus was no longer on himself.  It was on doing as he was told.  He felt overpoweringly good as their desires, wishes, and commands took over.

Once he had disrobed, Mandy stood up. “What the fuck was his name again, Leonore?”  Leonore said, “John”.  Mandy looked at him, giggled and said, “I don’t like that name.  You, mister, will now respond to a new name….  Mandy paused.  John noticed she had drained her glass of wine.  She was thinking.  Hard.

 “Rover!”  Yes, at least with me, you’re now “Rover”.  She looked over at Leonore, who was sipping her Merlot slowly.  There was a silence.  Then Leonore spoke: “Yes, I like that, Mandy.  Rover.”  She stared at John, noted with satisfaction his semi-erect cock, and said, “Excited, Rover?”  John nodded.  Vigorously.  Mandy spoke next.

“Oh Leonore, I really thought you going to that reunion was a dumb idea.  Whoa, was I wrong!  This fucker is something else again!  Does he have lots of limits?”

Leonore turned.  “We haven’t gotten that far yet, Mandy.  I decided to throw -- Rover -- into the deep end of the pool and see if he could paddle.   I had a feeling he was ‘prime meat’ waiting for a strong woman….  I got ahead of myself again.”
She pointed at the open cage door.  John, stark naked and sporting an erection, hesitated a second.  He then climbed inside.  Leonore closed the door with a clang.

Mandy interrupted, “Strong women, plural, you mean, don’t you!”
“Yes.  Strong women, Mandy….. I think he’s good for two women, at least.” She winked, sipped a bit more wine, and gazed at her new ‘acquisition’. “You should have seen how pathetic he was at the mixer, Mandy.  It was as if he had a sign over his head reading, ‘Available.  Take me!’  I couldn’t resist the impulse to grab him before some other smart woman did.”  Mandy looked at Leonore’s ‘Rover’.   She was smiling.
It suddenly occurred to John that there was a fourth person in the room: the totally silent husband.  It creeped him out to know that there was a male a few yards from him.   He suddenly felt a coldness sweep over his soul.  He glanced sideways, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed doing so. Fat chance!

“Eyes, front, Rover,” said Leonore.  Mandy had no intention of losing initiative.  “Yeah, Rover.   He’s mine.  Lock, stock and barrel.  And if you want to know what your future is gonna look like, yes, you’re going to end up like Fred.”  John felt the slightest bit of relief.  At least he knew the name of the stranger ‘next door’.  It made no sense that simply giving ‘the man in the cage’ a name would make any difference.  Then it hit him:  there were now *two* men in a cage.  He and Fred – with absolutely nothing in common – now had exactly one thing in common.  The thought provided little comfort.  Fred’s close proximity still made him anxious.

Leonore figured it out first.  “Mandy, do me a favor, OK?”  The blonde looked over with a puzzled look on her face.  “Cover the cage with the sheet – same as you do when Fred sleeps every night.  I think Rover is getting freaked out.”  Mandy (quiet for the first time) didn’t say a word; she simply got up, covered the cage, and returned to the sofa.  All this time Fred didn’t utter so much as a single word.

“I think it’s time, Mandy, that you told our new pet about you and your husband….” said Leonore.

“Why don’t you start?” said Mandy.  “If you get it wrong, I’ll jump in.”  John noticed that the ladies were now acting quite seriously.  He also noted that his once rigid member had deflated and that his brain was now working without the stimulus of lust…. Clearly….”
Leonore began: “Mandy has known Fred for a number of years, John.”  He noted she was now using his given name again, and not his ‘pet name’.  “He was her boss in an almost typical office.  Almost.  Their relationship – beyond the simple employee/employer one – began only when she got her promotion to executive assistant to Fred.  How she got that promotion is another story, but it was for the most part competence and in no way sex.”  John and Leonore both noticed when Mandy smiled at that.  “Well,” Leonore went on, “I mean no overt sex; Mandy did – I’m told – flirt a bit and show a bit more thigh and cleavage than might be ‘professional’… but all’s fair in love and war – and in getting a leg up over the competition…. “

“Anyway, Mandy got the job.   And then Fred’s fate was sealed….”

Leonore looked over at the draped cage and the now hidden man inside it.  “Do I have that right, Fred?”  For the first time in the evening, a male voice other than John’s boomed out, “Yes, Miss Leonore!”   Mandy again chuckled.  Leonore smiled.  John simply waited, wondering how Mandy and Fred went from a business relationship to this.
 
It promised to be an interesting story.  John relaxed.

Leonore left the room.  Mandy was silent.  The grandfather clock in the corner ticked, seemingly louder and louder.  Leonore returned with a plate in her hand.  It was piled high with what looked like leftovers.  Steaming.  Obviously heated in the microwave.  Leonore knelt over the cage.

She said, “While Mandy and I tell about her very successful hunting project, here’s your dinner.”  Leonore grinned.  She spat out one more word….

“Rover!”

Mandy broke into laughter.  John could feel his face turning red.
 
                                                   To be continued….