“Put the other cuffs on his ankles.” The second woman brought another pair of handcuffs, adjusted the ratchets and snapped the cuffs closed about his legs. He was beginning to recover his senses and take in his surroundings although the tight handcuffs hurt his wrists and there was an ache in his shoulders from the way the cuffs were forced up his back.

He saw that the taller girl was dressed in a mini-skirt with top. The smaller, seemingly more authoritative girl was exceptionally attractive. She wore a pencil skirt and very enticingly a glossy cutaway basque, although he didn’t appreciate that particular term for a woman’s fashion sense. They were maybe a year or two older than him, the bossy one with dark, almost ebony coloured hair and the other a redhead with tints. He couldn’t help staring at the girl’s pert, well-rounded breasts peeping over the basque and for the first time she smiled, not at him but at her total command of the situation.

“We’d better call the police Chloe, hadn’t we?” the redhead said a little breathlessly. “Let’s settle that later” replied Chloe very decisively.

She looked at him.

“Do you know the penalty for first degree burglary in Maryland, Aaron” she asked him quite sweetly.

“Well it’s probably two years in jail but you were carrying a knife as well. What do you think?”

“Please miss, er ma’am” he hesitated “I wouldn’t have hurt you. The knife was for the window....and I wouldn’t have taken much. I lost my job a few months ago and I needed some money for food and rent”.

“Drugs more likely” she snapped back.

“I see you’re 19 years old…have you ever been in prison before”.

“No, ma’am.”

“What was your job?”

“I was a trainee lab technician at NIH but I got into trouble for bad timekeeping and talking back and you’re right, I was taking crack though I’m not an addict. I’ve only had odd jobs stacking shelves or working as a delivery boy recently. It’s not easy without a reference”.

He suddenly remembered he was naked and with his arms locked behind, very exposed to their gaze.

“Please ma’am, can I at least put my jeans back on if you’re going to call the cops?” he asked almost begging.

“Come over here Amy” Chloe demanded, and the two girls stood whispering together for a few minutes. They didn’t sound very serious as their conversation was punctuated by a lot of giggling.

Finally, Chloe turned back and walked over to him. She knelt down and to his dismay and astonishment grabbed his balls and began gently stroking with her other hand. He tried to twist out of her clasp but she just slapped him hard under the balls. The pain ripped through his genitals and up into his stomach. She waited a minute for the pain to recede and continued her stroking. He responded by gradually becoming harder and simultaneously making little groaning noises as his pleasure increased. Suddenly she stopped and pinched the ball end of his dick, laughing at and enjoying the grimace of pain and disappointment exploding over his face.

“He’s quite well hung, cock a reasonable size and he’s very responsive” observed Chloe cheerfully. Poor Aaron turned bright red and wanted to disappear through the floor. Chloe stepped back.