Nos. 3 and 4

"You...you really want me to put all this on?" I swallowed

I was sitting on the bed, looking up at my best friend since childhood, still stunned at his hairless, feminized body, at the flat, locked disk covering his penis. 

He was a year older than me, went to college a year before I did, pledged a fraternity a year before I arrived, encouraged me to pledge the same as him. Of course I agreed. 

That's how I found myself in the basement of a fraternity house, naked, hairless from the neck down, a pile of lingerie next to me, my best friend standing over me.

"We're required to be caged all year," he said, "they...it's part of the program...they...they know if we're...frustrated...sexually...we'll be more...compliant."

I'd wondered how he'd gotten into a jock fraternity and learned only after I was far into the process, he really hadn't. He wasn't a member of the fraternity, he was more a toy, a feminized sissy, used by the actual members when wanted.

"It...it's different," I said, looking at what he wore.

"I know," he said, "they start with this size and go smaller once a month until you can wear a flat one."

"Peter," I moaned.

"You can't call me that," he hissed, looking around, obviously afraid. "I told you, I'm Sissy Slut No. 3."

There were, he explained, four like him, one for each year. Sissy Slut No. 1 (a senior), Sissy Slut No. 2 (a junior), Sissy Slut No. 3 (him, a sophomore), and Sissy Slut No. 4 (a freshman, apparently me).

"S...sorry," I mumbled. "You really...they really...do...do things...like...like sexual things?"

Peter blushed. "It...it's weird at first, but...but the lingerie and the cage and the constant sexual teasing...after a month caged, you...you kind of get...used to it...then...well...you start to...to crave it."

"Crave it?"

He swallowed, blushed, looked down. "C...cock," he said. 

I looked at the cage he held, the cage he wore, saw a drip of precum leaking from the silver disk. "Peter!"

"Sissy Slut No. 3," he corrected me. "We...we listen to these hypnosis things every night, they train us to...to crave cock," he said. I saw the drop of precum grow; he obviously knew it, apologized. "Sorry," he said, "every time I say it, see it, or think about it, I...I leak...it's...it's part of the conditioning. We're not allowed to grow or masturbate or anything so we walk around in this...this constant state of arousal."

"Sissy Slut No. 3, why is Sissy Slut No. 4 not caged yet?" I deep voice called from the doorway.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Peter said, raising his voice slightly, making it softer, higher. "We were just finishing."

"Well finish after this," the member said, pulling out his hard, thick cock.

I watched, shocked, as my best friend dropped to his knees and gave what I could only think of as the sluttiest, hungriest, dirtiest blowjob I'd ever seen, sucking cock like it was his entire universe, not stopping until he'd made the member cum and swallowed virtually every drop.

Without a word, the member left the room, leaving my friend on his knees, a line of cum dripping down his face. "Pet...Sissy Slut No. 3," I corrected myself, pointing to my face where the cum was on his face.

"Sorry, thanks," he said, reached up, got the cum with his finger, sucked it off, swallowed it. "Sorry," he blushed, "we...we're not supposed to...to waste any."

My mouth was open. "You...you look like you...you like it," I said.

"We...we're trained to...to crave it," he said. "We...we'll share it with each other, I just thought...you should get dressed and caged first. Hurry up before another one comes in here or we'll get punished; we're not supposed to be...we have to be caged and feminized at all times."

"Peter..."

"Sissy Slut No. 3," he corrected with a shy smile.

"You...you want me to be..."

"Sissy Slut No. 4," he said, "please, I...I've been waiting all year and all summer for you to get here."

"But I don't...I never..."

"It only takes a few days, trust me. I never had either, but the cage, the lingerie, the hypnosis...all you'll be able to think about is..." He shuddered, leaded again. "Is cock."

"Peter."

He walked to me, kneeled before me, took my soft penis in his mouth. "Peter," I gasped.

"Shhh, I'm allowed to get you hard to start the teasing, but no more, I'm not allowed to make you cum."

I watched as my friend, feminized, looking as pretty as any girl, sucked my penis. It only took a moment until I was near the edge, gasped. 

"There you go," he said, stopping, "that should get you started. Let me get an ice pack to reduce the swelling then we can get you caged and dressed. You don't get to do anything this week, you have to get the hypnosis first, but we can start sucking cock..." he shuddered..."next week."