Martin’s Torment – pt. 02 (BDSM) The following day.

(continued from part 1)

Martin awoke to the sound of giggling.

He opened his eyes, and found that the lights were once again on in the large room. On his back, he could only see the ceiling overhead. The giggling continued, sounding very familiar. Then he remembered where he had heard it before. The blonde teenyboppers. The women must have brought them back while he slept.

Paget’s face appeared above him. “Good morning, Martin. I hope you slept well,” she said, with a trace of irony. “It’s late on a lovely Saturday morning, not that you can tell inside here.” Her hand touched his aching, turgid cock. “I see the harness did its work. This is still nice and firm. It’s time to greet your visitors.” She swiveled the table so Martin faced the large mirror once again.

Sure enough, there were the two young blonde girls, watching shyly. Paget walked over to where they stood. As she came fully into view, Martin saw Paget was wearing a navy blue top whose scant amount of material had its collar buttoned at her throat, then was open until its two sides tied together in a knot just under and between her tits. The rest of her torso was bare, down to where a brief skirt rode just below her hips. The skirt only barely covered her cunt, leaving her long, long legs on display, sheathed in black fishnet stockings, attached to garters that disappeared up under her skirt.

I’m afraid we overlooked proper introductions yesterday evening,” Paget announced. Placing her hand on the shoulder of the girl with the shining blonde hair, Paget said, “This is Monica.” Monica smiled and nodded briefly. She was wearing sort of a tank top in pale blue, with narrow shoulder straps and a deep scoop in front of her neck. The result was that the sides of her breasts protruded out from either side of the material. The fit was tight enough that Martin could tell where her nipples and areolae were, by the way they poked forward against the silky smooth surface. She also had on a pale yellow skirt with pleats that covered only her upper thighs.

Paget turned and put her arm around the waist of the girl with the dirty blonde hair streaked with green. “And this is Samantha.” Samantha wore a very short, black belly shirt whose sleeves slipped down leaving her shoulders bare. A belly stud twinkled in her navel. Her lower torso was bare down to her low slung cutoff jeans with ragged torn legs at the level of her crotch. Samantha glared at him, rather than smiling. Martin remembered how angry she’d been yesterday and mentally flinched. Paget saw her expression and said, “It’s OK, Samantha. We punished him pretty well yesterday – he cried most of the evening. Besides, Cindy feels much better today. Don’t you, Cindy?”

Cindy stepped into view. Martin started his observation of her down at her legs, clearly visible through transparent black pull-up stockings that clung to her middle thighs. Above that, she wore the briefest of black silk panties that barely covered her cunt in front, and her ass crack in back. These panties were easily visible through the thin black baby-doll style top she had on – this billowed out from just beneath her breasts, hanging down to just beneath her ass. The cups that contained her tits were translucent as well, allowing a veiled view of her nipples.

Yes, indeed. I feel wonderful today! Paget’s salve worked a miracle.” She lifted the hem of the baby-doll top up to the height of her breasts, displaying her back, ass, and thighs. The cane marks no longer looked angry purple – they had faded a great deal.

Samantha crossed her arms, but begrudgingly said, “Well, OK. I guess.”

Martin was amazed that the women were displaying their bodies to each other so freely. But he was not prepared to see what his wife Sally was wearing. Her outfit looked like a series of thin, dark red ribbons. Some were vertical, like the one that descended from between her tits, passed over her navel, wrapped under her crotch, and came up along her ass crack to end between her shoulder blades. Others were horizontal, like the ones covering her nipples, or crossing her belly at her navel, or hugging the shelves of her hips. Even as she moved, the clever construction of this garment clung to her firmly, giving an onlooker a hope that something intimate might flash into view, but not quite allowing it.

Samantha, looking at the three older women, voiced clearly what was on Martin’s mind at that moment. “God, you all look so damn sexy!” Samantha told them. The women all smiled and blew her a kiss as they shimmied invitingly.

Martin’s body finally got his attention, frantically signaling a biological need. He swallowed hard, and fought the urge as he tried to decide which woman would be most merciful. He decided to take a chance with his wife. Clearing his throat, he asked quietly, “Sally, can I whisper something to you?”

Bemused, Sally glided close and cocked her ear near his mouth. “Yes?”

Honey, I need to pee,” he whispered. “Real bad. Please get them to let me go, so I can.”

She smiled an ambiguous smile. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said. “You just hang in there,” she chuckled, as she walked away. The women huddled up, and Sally spoke to them quietly.

Martin knew she was explaining his plight, and he was humiliated that even the teenyboppers were becoming aware of his urgent need to piss. It was bad enough that his naked body, with his obscene erection, was fully on display in front of this crowd. But urination and defecation were very private acts, done behind closed doors. He prayed that there was a bathroom with a toilet nearby. He was also grateful that he had not eaten dinner last night, or anything this morning. He had no urge to defecate at all, thank goodness. But his bladder was screaming for relief.

The huddle broke up, and all the women walked up to form a close semicircle around him. Without a word, Cindy, standing in the center of the semicircle, held out a clear mason jar, placing its wide opening right under the end of his cock. Sally grabbed his cock shaft and pushed on it to peel his foreskin back, uncovering his purplish glans. She pressed slightly down on his cock to point his urethral slit opening into the jar. “OK, lover. Piss.” she said, quietly.

OMG! No!” I can’t piss with all you watching!” Martin cried. “Please, please, turn me loose so I can use a bathroom!”

Nope,” Paget said succinctly. “You either pee, like this, with us watching, or I tilt the table to horizontal, and we all sit around and watch your cock until you fountain urine all over yourself. Which do you choose?”

Martin imagined himself on his back, losing the fight to keep from pissing. He imagined the yellow stream of hot piss jetting from his erect cock, arcing through the air to splash on his belly and chest as the women watched and laughed. Shamefaced, he whispered, “I’ll do it this way.” He closed his eyes, focusing on trying to relax his sphincter muscle. Even with his eyes closed, he was acutely aware of the five pairs of eyes staring at the tip of his cock, waiting for his stream to start. His sphincter stubbornly refused to open, knowing he was not in private.

Ultimately, his distended bladder won.

With a low groan, Martin felt the floodgates open, and his urine came gushing forth in a solid stream. Monica and Samantha cheered and clapped their hands, sounds that mortified Martin. But once his stream started, he couldn’t stop it, even if he’d wanted to. Urine swirled in the mason jar as it filled and filled. The air was full of the smell of his urine.

What if it overflows?” Sally asked loudly.

Don’t worry,” Paget answered. “There’s a drain right under the table. Just tilt the bottle forward if it threatens to overflow, and let it pour into the drain.”

Monica chimed in, “I thought men couldn’t pee with a stiff cock.”

Samantha giggled, “Apparently they can if they have to pee badly enough.” She joined Monica in a fit of laughter. “We’re sure learning a lot about wien… cocks, I mean,” Samantha corrected herself.

Monica added, “And Paget promised we’d learn a lot more today.” This led to another fit of giggling.

Martin sighed in relief, eyes still closed, as his bladder finally reached empty. Whether it would’ve been better that he have his eyes open is hard to judge. If he had them open, he perhaps would’ve been fractionally more prepared for what happened next. Paget had silently signaled the women to step back, taken the jar from Cindy, and dumped the contents over Martin’s head! Hot piss streamed through his hair, down his face and neck, and along his entire body, ending up in the drain beneath him.

The women laughed uproariously, watching him sputter in shock.

After she let him stew in his own urine for a bit, Paget brought a hose and gently washed the urine from his body down into the drain beneath him. “Don’t worry about the leather straps tightening or anything,” she reassured him. “I waterproofed everything.”

But you poured my piss all over me!” he cried, indignantly.

Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Paget chided him. “It won’t hurt you. Not even if you drink it. I guess a demonstration is in order.” She whispered something to Sally, then tilted the table back to horizontal. When the table was secured, Paget climbed atop it, and carefully placed her feet just inside of each of his forearms.

Looking up under her tiny skirt, Martin quickly became aware that she wore nothing under it. The room was bright enough for him to see the folds of her pussy lips protruding slightly from her slit. The view became even better as she opened her thighs wide to squat over him. Her cunt filled his field of vision and became even more glorious to behold as she reached between her thighs and spread her labia wide apart, revealing her vaginal opening. He forgot about everything, staring into her cunt.

Therefore he was surprised when Sally suddenly pinched his nose shut. Unable to breathe through it now, Martin opened his mouth and got a breath of air. Paget had been waiting for this moment. Martin had been staring at her vagina, forgetting the tiny hole of her urethral opening just above it. Out of this opening shot a stream of piss, landing squarely in his open mouth. Without thinking, he closed his mouth, swallowed, and opened his mouth again to breathe.

You can let go of his nose now, Sally,” Paget said. “He swallowed some, like a good boy.” Her piss continued to rain on his closed lips and neck. Martin couldn’t even turn his head, secured as it was. “You can drink some more, if you want to, Martin,” Paget chuckled. But he kept his lips firmly closed until her stream had stopped. Actually, he was surprised that the urine that he had swallowed didn’t taste all that bad. It was more the fear of its taste that bothered him, rather than the actual fluid.

Unbeknownst to him, Monica and Samantha had watched this display, wide eyed. Their education in kinkiness was advancing in leaps and bounds.

Paget climbed back off the table, set it vertical, and hosed him clean again. She even dried him off a bit, paying special attention to his still rampant erection. When she had finished, she turned to the blondes. “OK. Yesterday, you only saw and felt a man’s limp penis. Now feel the difference.”

Much bolder than they had been yesterday, Monica and Samantha quickly stepped forward and began fondling his dick. “Oooo,” Samantha said, “it’s so much firmer now!”

Yes,” agreed Monica. “And it’s hotter too! Must be all that blood in it. But are erect cocks always this purplish?”

No,” Paget answered. “If the blood stays trapped too long, it loses oxygen,” she explained. “Watch.” She unsnapped the penis harness, and began massaging Martin’s cock. It quickly changed color, becoming a natural pink once again. She reattached the harness, showing the girls how the harness worked. “With an uncircumcised cock, like this one, only the glans part – the very head of the penis – should be purplish.” She peeled the foreskin away in demonstration. The girls nodded their understanding.

Before we move on to the next major part of your education, do you girls want to see what this cock tastes like?” Paget saw them freeze, hearing this question, pupils wide open. “Look, girls. It’s not poisonous.” She leaned over, put about half of Martin’s cock into her mouth, and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on it briefly.

Martin groaned loudly with need. The fresh blood in his cock had taken away some of its numbness, and he was very aware of Paget’s mouth and tongue. He tried looking into the mirror to see better, but the women’s bodies blocked the view of his reflection.

Paget slid her mouth off his cock, which still poked straight forward, gleaming wetly with her saliva. Judging that Monica was the least timid at this point, she told her, “Just in case you’re worried about my saliva on it…” She took Monica’s chin gently in her hands and planted a deep kiss on her lips, opening them with her tongue, and they intertwined tongues for half a minute or so. Paget broke off the kiss and said, “There. We’ve shared saliva now. Nothing more to worry about.”

Monica grinned, and proceeded to mimic Paget’s sucking on Martin’s cock. As she did so, Samantha stuttered a bit, asking, “W… w… will it… ummm… spit as we suck it, Ma’am?”

You mean, ‘will he ejaculate into our mouths?’ in plain words, Samantha?” Paget inquired with a tolerant smile. Samantha nodded. “That might happen with a high school kid, or junior college – some, young, inexperienced man. They can cum just thinking about sex, at that age. But not with a seasoned veteran like Martin – he takes a lot more stimulation than a quick suckle. How are you doing, Monica?”

Monica removed her mouth, and wiped her lips with a smile. “It was fine. The salty taste was very pleasant. Thanks for this opportunity – it’s a lot less scary now.”

OK, Samantha. Your turn,” Paget said with a smile.

Wait! What about my kiss, Ma’am?” Samantha asked, turning her face to Paget’s. Paget immediately complied, giving Samantha a long, searing French kiss.

But when they came up for air, Paget laughed merrily and told Samantha, “It’s Monica’s saliva on his dick now, so you’d better kiss her to share spit.”

Martin was treated to the sight of the two blondes embracing and indulging in a passionate kiss. His erect cock bounced up and down with excitement, much to the amusement of the three other women.

After her kiss with Monica, Samantha dropped to her knees, and not only took Martin’s cock into her mouth – she started bobbing her head forward and back rapidly as she sucked. The sounds that this evoked from Martin were so loud that they caused an echo in the large room.

Paget tapped Samantha on her shoulder. “If you do that too much, his cock will really spit into your mouth. If you want that, fondling his balls will speed the process up.”

Samantha quickly yanked her mouth off the cock, making Martin groan with frustration. “Oh, no!” the blonde said. “I’m not ready for that yet. But you’re right, Monica. That salty taste is kind of nice.”

All right,” Paget said, rubbing her hands together. “Are you two ready for the next step?” Both blondes nodded so enthusiastically, that Sally and Cindy clapped their hands. “OK, then. Here we go,” Paget chuckled, as she tilted Martin’s table to horizontal again. His cock was still quite turgid – his erection standing almost straight up. To his surprise, someone loosened the leather strap on his forehead, and the rope at his neck. He was able to move his head, finally! He rocked it side to side and tipped it up and down, gratefully. He could now look down his torso and see from his cock to his toes.

Sally and Cindy brought over several small sets of steps. They watched from the sides of the table as Paget, Samantha, and Monica climbed up to kneel next to Martin’s groin. Paget was holding a condom packet, and showed the teenagers how to carefully open it, and pull out the condom. The blondes watch with rapt interest as Paget demonstrated how to pinch its tip, holding that at the head of the cock, and then smoothly unrolling it to fully sheath the cock’s shaft. “Understand?” she asked. They nodded. “OK, who wants to go first?” Paget asked.

I guess since I sucked him first, I should go first,” Monica said, a bit timidly.

Do you want to do this with your skirt on, or off, sweetie?” Paget asked her. “In either case, please strip off your panties, to make this easier.”

Monica looked at the bevy of scantily clad women around her. She laughed, “Oh, what the hell. Why should I be a prude, with all the rest of you displaying your charms so openly?” She stood up on the table, and removed her skirt and panties. She even shifted the center panel of her tank top so that her breasts hung out fully from either side of it. The other women applauded her as, virtually naked now, she stepped to straddle Martin’s hips.

Paget turned to Martin, observing his dilated pupils as he drank in the sight of the lovely, nubile female towering over him. “Two things you need to know, Martin,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “First, you are not deflowering her, or Samantha, even though they’d never seen a penis before yours. Both girls have used dildos for years, so you’re not going to break any hymens today. Second, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, the punishment you received yesterday will seem like child’s play. So if you start feeling like you might cum, cry out a warning. Understand?”

Martin recalled the pain inflicted on his cock and balls the day before. His mouth went so dry he had to swallow several times before he could get his voice working. “Yes,” he finally choked out. He was a bit terrified. It was plain Monica was going to ride his cock, and she looked so luscious that he feared he might cum the moment her cunt slid down over his swollen cock.

Paget seemed to know what he was thinking. “Don’t worry too much, Martin. I plan to help you.” She held up a violet wand. “This can deliver tiny, painful shocks. It won’t really harm you, but the mild pain should help you control your orgasm.”

Martin stared at the device, heart thumping hard. “Honest, Paget, I’ll warn you if I feel anywhere near close to cumming. Please don’t use that thing.” In truth, the excitement generated by his anticipation of fucking Monica had dissipated quite a bit.

Paget chuckled, seeing the expression on Martin’s face. “He’s ready,” she told Monica. “Hold your pussy lips wide open, and sink down onto him. Pretend that cock is your dildo and you should do fine.”

Monica opened her labia, as everyone else, standing down on the floor, looked up and watched. The tender pink hole of her vagina came into view. Martin gasped, despite his concern about the wand. Monica spat in her hand, and rubbed her spit over her opening as she knelt down above his hips. Holding her labia with one hand, she grasped his sheathed dick with the other. Blindly rubbing and poking the head of the dick along her sex, she finally found the spot, and sank downward. Her sigh of satisfaction was heard by all as her eyes widened with pleasure.

Ahhh. This doesn’t feel like my dildo at all!” she groaned. “It’s warm, and sort of firmly pliable.” She was directing most of this report at her friend, Samantha, who in turn subconsciously licked her lips, anticipating her own chance at feeling it. Monica started rising carefully upward until she sensed the cock was about to pop out, then sank down again. At first she leaned on Martin’s lower chest to get her balance, but ultimately mastered humping up and down on his cock, hands free.

Martin watched, mesmerized as the young lady rode him. Other than his head, he couldn’t move a muscle, bound as he was. It was a strange sensation for him, being used as a fuck toy like this, with a crowd watching, and unable to do a thing about it. As Monica experimented flexing her cunt muscles on his cock, gripping it more tightly to heighten her pleasure, the sensations generated caused him to murmur, “OMG! It’s too much!”

Paget calmly zapped his nipple with the violet wand. “Yowch!” he cried out, but the wand did the trick. His arousal ebbed, even though his cock stayed firm.

Monica started playing with her tits with one hand, and her clit with the other. In moments, she bucked, shivered, and moaned loudly as her body reached a lovely climax on Martin’s cock. Sally helped support her as she threatened to fall sideways in her post-orgasmic slump. The women helped her off the table, and Cindy held her in a warm embrace as she was catching her breath.

Raring to go, Samantha had already stripped off her jeans – no panties under them – and whipped off her belly shirt, getting completely naked. She climbed up onto the table top. Meanwhile, Paget had removed the condom from Martin’s dick, and handed Samantha a fresh condom packet, so the girl could practice.

To Martin’s dismay, Samantha knelt at his side facing his feet. As she bent over to concentrate on placing the condom over his dick, her sweet cunt was shoved quite near his face. He could smell the wonderful spicy scent of her current arousal, and the touch of her fingers on his cock sent further waves of blood into it, filling it to the point of bursting. It was excruciatingly lovely!

Task completed, Samantha spun around, straddling him. The excited blonde didn’t need to spit on her hand, since her pussy was already drooling. Watching Monica cum had aroused all four of the other women immensely. Samantha opened herself and quickly impaled her cunt on Martin’s rigid shaft. Gasping with pleasure, she bounced fervently on his dick, galloping heedlessly toward her own orgasm. Paget gave Martin a tap with the violet wand on both his nipples, to remove his focus from the cunt sliding up and down on his cock. In just a few minutes, Samantha threw her head back and candidly screamed out her orgasm for all to observe.

Again, Sally came to the aid of the teenager as her body thrashed and twisted, holding her safely in place until she was ready to dismount and climb off the table. Samantha murmured something that sounded like, “So much better than my dildo.”

Paget peeled off the condom once again, gave Martin a quick zap on his balls to distract him, and removed the cock harness. She massaged his cock flesh back to normal pinkness, then harnessed it once again. While Paget was doing this, Sally and Cindy removed the latex mittens from Martin’s feet and hands. Using the step stools, Sally straddled Martin’s left foot, inserting his toes into her cunt, using them as a dildo to pleasure herself. In counterbalance, Cindy placed her pussy on Martin’s right hand, letting him finger her squishy depths.

When Sally and Cindy were satisfied, Paget tilted the table back to upright position, and gave Martin some water to drink from a bottle, using a straw. He was parched from his heavy breathing, much of it brought on by the thrill of fingering Cindy’s cunt, and thanked Paget humbly for the water.

The women gathered together on a blanket between Martin and the mirror to have a late picnic lunch. Monica had put her translucent yellow panties back on, but left her tits hanging free on either side of her tank top. Samantha had not wanted to put her heavy jeans back on, so someone had given her a thin pink chemise to wear, which hid neither cunt nor tits. Sally had removed her astounding ribbon outfit, opting for a purple lacy garment that revealed more than it concealed. Cindy kept her comfortable baby-doll outfit on. Paget donned a thin black negligee.

Martin’s eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets, seeing such pulchritude on display. The women ate, sipped, and chatted, but every once in a while someone would walk over to him and feed him some tasty tidbits, and help him drink more water. Each woman managed to brush against him with part of her anatomy, transferring her lovely scent to his skin. Each gave his cock and/or balls a lovely caress before rejoining the others. His jutting cock fairly hummed each time it was touched. Sally cooed about how wonderful his smooth, naked ball sack felt and wondered out loud why she hadn’t plucked it clean years ago, which made the others grin.

If it looked like he was getting too excited, Paget fixed him with a stern eye and reminded him, “If you cum without permission, Martin, it will go very badly for you.”

Martin was in a quandary. Never had he gone this long with an erection without the release of orgasm. His balls, which the women now also rubbed, licked, sucked, and stretched during their teasing caresses, were screaming to be unloaded. After some particularly playful attention from Monica, which included her sucking on his dick like she was trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw, Martin groaned pitifully. “Please, please, may I cum, Paget?” he pleaded.

Not yet,” was her reply. “Do you need a touch of the wand?”

No! Please! Not that! I’ll be good!” he cried, in response.

Honestly, what a wimp,” Paget commented, scooping one of her tits free of the negligee, and letting the others watch her zap it with the wand. She barely jumped, showing them how truly harmless it could be. Of course, Martin didn’t know she’d dialed back its strength somewhat from the setting she’d used on him.

This intermittent torment went on for a couple of hours, part of which time Martin wore four clothes-pegs with spring jaws on his scrotum. He yelped when they were applied, but he screeched later, when they were removed, since removal is more painful than application. But these sensations also helped him stay aware of his erection. As did the lubricants they smeared on his cock to pump it more easily. Also some sort of liquid was applied to his denuded ball sack that went on cold, but gradually warmed in a wonderful way. His cock stood up even prouder with the warmth flowing through his balls.

When they weren’t actively tormenting him, the women were getting to know each other on the blanket in front of him, where he could watch. The familiarity started with kissing, progressed to undressing and caressing, and built up to full blown, carefree sex. Martin watched, lusting, as the women kissed, licked, sucked and fingered one another, in groups ranging from pairs to a complete fivesome! He had never before observed so many hot, steaming, undulating bodies in the throes of passion. He kept pleading piteously to be allowed to cum.

Sally had Paget tilt the table horizontal again. She then strapped a special gag onto Martin. It had a plug that went into his mouth, but sticking up from his face was a dildo that looked like a real penis. Fully naked, Sally lubed the artificial penis carefully, squatted as she slipped her cunt down onto it, and rode that dildo to orgasm, the other women watching and clapping to encourage her. Martin looked up along her torso, and watched her lovely tits bouncing and swaying from an angle and distance he had never seen before. His humiliation at being used like this intensified when Sally climaxed. Her cum spewed into his face, getting into his nose and eyes.

Paget tilted him back upright, to hose him off, but not before lifting his cock and ball sack high enough to work an inflatable butt plug into his ass. She inflated it enough to make him wince, but he couldn’t protest, since the gag was still in his mouth. Now he was bound to the table with two ‘cocks’ jutting forward – one from his groin and one from his face. Added to that, his ass hole was filled and stretched by the intruding plug. Sally took pictures from several angles. Monica and Samantha asked for copies of them.

At this point, something profound changed in Martin’s attitude. Prior to this, he had vague thoughts like, “Just wait until I get free. These bitches are going to pay for this.” He had thoughts of retribution. But now… now he felt different. His Dom energy was drained away. He could never let news of this humiliation get out. He would be ruined in his career, and his relationship with his friends. Those pictures Sally was taking, shared among these women, gave all five of them power over him. Even though he was not overtly stating the fact, his eyes were informing Paget that he was entering a state of submission. Submission to any and all of them.

Ever vigilant, Paget noticed the change. She looked into Martin’s eyes, and liked what she saw there. Gone was the glare of anger, mixed with indignation. That was replaced with the softness of acceptance. She removed the dildo gag from his mouth and shocked him, but this time, not with the wand. She shocked him by pressing her lips to his in a sweet kiss. “Good boy,” she whispered. “You’re finally coming around.” She smiled at him and continued, “And speaking of cumming, I think its about time you did. Don’t you?”

Oh yes, yes, yes,” he pleaded. “Please let me cum. My cock and balls are aching. I’ll do whatever you want. Even with everyone watching.”

Paget inserted ear plugs into Martin’s ears, and secured them in place with headphones, through which he could hear faint strains of music. While Martin watched, the five women huddled together and conferred. Although he could see them talking, gesturing and smiling, he could not hear a word that was being said. Ultimately, there was nodding all around the group. Something had been decided.

Paget returned to him and unblocked his ears. “OK, Martin. Samantha and Monica have decided that they want to know what semen tastes like,” she said, beaming a smile. His heart beat faster, looking at the curvaceous bodies they displayed. “However,” she went on, “they don’t want to actually have you spurting into their mouths and onto their faces. So neither of them is going to suck you off.”

Like most males, Martin had selective hearing. He heard the phrase ‘suck you off’ out of context, and groaned with excitement, imagining them kneeling before him, mouthing his cock. He licked his lips with anticipation, oblivious to the fact that he had not heard her correctly. The penny finally dropped when Paget went on, explaining what really was about to happen.

So, instead of either of them giving you a blow job, they decided they’d rather suck your cum out of my cunt. They know what my juices taste like, so they want to taste my juices flavored with your cum this first time,” she explained.

That means,” Martin whispered, “I get to fuck you?”

Well, properly speaking, I’m going to be fucking you, since you can’t move much,” Paget giggled. “And that’s the good news.”

Martin swallowed nervously. Hesitantly he asked, “Does that mean there’s bad news?”

I’m so glad you asked,” Paget said with a huge grin. She signaled the other women to draw close. “Remember the time that you had me tied up,” Paget began for all to hear, “and you forced me into one orgasm after another after another, ignoring my pleas for you to stop? My body was literally exhausted, and you still kept going. You’re now going to get a taste of your own medicine, sweetie.”

Turning to the blondes, she explained, “After a guy cums, his cock usually gets very sensitive. So if you are giving a boyfriend a blow job, or you’re pumping him off, don’t be surprised if he pushes you away from his dick right after he ejaculates. He’s not being mean, or anything. It’s just that further touching can be painful. We females can often cum several times in a row, and then we just get exhausted, not super sensitive.”

Monica, half raised her hand to inquire in general, “Just checking. When you say blow job, you really mean sucking it – you don’t actually mean blowing, do you?”

That’s right. Putting his dick into your mouth and trying to blow on it doesn’t do much good,” Sally agreed. No one laughed, knowing that the two young blondes were just trying to learn.

Adjusting the table to horizontal once again, Paget stripped off her wisp of a negligee, and climbed onto the table. The other four women stood at its edge, two on each side, close enough that Martin could see them all. But his eyes were drawn to Paget’s pussy, watching her place it above his groin. She unbuckled and removed the cock harness, briefly massaging his freed flesh. With a smooth, practiced movement, she skewered his dick into her cunt, leaned forward to dangle her tits against his mouth, and started humping him.

Martin took her cue, and started sucking her nipple, his lips trying to stuff an areola into his mouth so his tongue could bat her nipple from side to side, just the way he knew she loved it. She fed him one nipple, then the other, letting her excitement rise, and letting him feel her cunt warmly gripping his dick as she bucked atop him.

Soon, body glistening now, she leaned back on her hands, which made the head of his cock rub against her vaginal wall just deep to her clit. She was more interested in causing his ejaculation this time, not her own. She wanted the young blondes to get a good taste of semen, rather than a predominance of cunt juice. With rapid up and down movements of her hips, she was actually using her cunt to masturbate Martin’s cock.

And he responded.

His body strained against the leather straps, trying to lift his hips and drive his cock as deeply into Paget as possible as he exploded. The pent-up flood of cum jetted up into her cunt, painting her tunnel with copious amounts of hot, sticky semen, as Martin cried out an echoing, “AHHHHH!!”

Her mission accomplished, Paget smiled and leaned back far enough to let Martin’s cock squelch its way free of her tunnel. Swiveling, she gracefully left the table, and placed herself on the blanket on her back, knees up, and thighs wide apart. Monica and Samantha followed her.

Meanwhile, Sally started pumping Martin’s cock with her hand, and ran a sensuous feather across his pelvis and lower belly. Cindy pressed a buzzing vibrator to the underside of his ball sack, and gently wiggled the butt plug still filling his ass. This stimulation was designed to keep him stiff.

At the blanket, Monica and Samantha took turns sucking carefully at Paget’s honey pot, brimming with that load of Martin’s semen. Each took a tentative sip at first, rolling the strange fluid around in her mouth, letting her tongue sample and evaluate it. Their first impression was slightly negative, since it was so unlike anything they’d ever tasted before. But, trusting Paget’s word on the matter, they sampled again, and then again, acquiring a taste for it. Soon, they were sucking lustily at her opening, scooping and swallowing.

Paget blissfully closed her eyes, and played with her tits as the teenagers ate Martin’s seed from her cunt. Therefore, she wasn’t certain who was doing the eating at the moment her body peaked, convulsing in a lovely orgasm. When she opened her eyes, both their mouths were side by side, drinking her flow of cum. Each girl had a hand on Paget’s inner thigh, holding her wide open as they greedily consumed her juices. She gratefully patted them both on their heads. She then learned that the girls had been fingering their own cunts as they ate, and had also reached orgasm at nearly the same time as she did. The damp spots on the blanket, perfumed with their scents, attested to the intensity of their climaxes.

After a short rest, embracing, all three staggered to the table on slightly wobbly legs to see how Sally and Cindy were doing. They became aware of Martin begging, “Please stop!” as the two women were doing a rather painful, torturous job of keeping his erection firm, even after his huge ejaculation into Paget. His sensitive cock was reddened by their attentions.

Paget snapped on a latex glove, and lubed her index finger with a water-based lubricant. “Here, let me show you something, girls,” she said, deflating Martin’s butt plug and pulling it free. She worked her hand between his thighs, Sally helping her by lifting his ball sack up high as she continued to pump him. “I’ve got my finger up inside his rectum now, and I’m curling its tip toward the front of his body. There’s a firm bump right here, which is his prostate gland. If its stroked gently, men can get quite excited.”

Almost as if he’d been cued, Martin began moaning.

Now, I could just rub that gland and milk it without giving him a real orgasm. If I did that, we’d see a clear, sticky fluid oozing from that hole in the head of his cock. But we want more. Cindy, Sally. Who wants the honors?”

Me,” said Cindy. She climbed up by Martin’s hip and started sucking hard on his cock.

Owww! Please! Too sensitive! That hurts!” Martin moaned.

Ignoring his cries, Paget kept stimulating his prostate, while Cindy sucked and pumped his cock into her mouth. Sally documented all this with her camera. After perhaps five minutes or so, Martin groaned and twitched. Cindy stopped pumping, just letting her mouth collect his semen as he spurted. Paget had felt his prostate contract, so she eased her finger out of his ass, and tossed the glove away.

Did he give you a mouthful, Cindy?” she asked.

Cindy nodded, keeping his cum in her mouth.

Girls, do you want to taste Martin’s cum from Cindy’s mouth? If so, just give her a kiss with your lips parted a little, and she’ll feed you some. If not, she’ll just swallow it all,” Paget informed them.

Both blondes approached Cindy and kissed her, sharing more of the unfortunate male’s semen. Unfortunate, because while they were doing this, Paget moved Martin’s table to vertical. She wheeled over a weird looking machine, with a motor, a crank, and an off-center crankpin attached to a connecting rod – the sort of thing you might see for a piston. But instead of a piston, Paget had mounted a fleshlight there. Harnessing and freely lubing Martin’s cock, she inserted it partway into the slit in the face of the fleshlight. As she switched on her machine, the fleshlight began moving slowly forward and backward, almost completely swallowing Martin’s dick, and then almost freeing it again.

All the women watched, fascinated. If Martin’s hips had been in motion, he would have been fucking the artificial pussy formed by the fleshlight. As it was, the fleshlight was fucking him! Normally, the sensation for him would have been delightful. But he had just ejaculated, and for the second time! This extra stimulation was beginning to feel like a post orgasmic torture. Martin grimaced as the machine stroked and pumped his cock.

Orgasm is a great thing, unless you’re a male, trying to have too many in a row,” Paget chuckled, above the whirring sound of the machine. She paused the machine and drizzled more lube on Martin’s cock. They all noted that his dick showed no signs of sagging yet. Paget switched it back on, and set the speed faster. In addition to the whirring sound, there was now the squishing sound where the fleshlight flashed back and forth on Martin’s aching cock.

Will he cum like this?” Samantha asked. “And if he does, how will we know?”

See this clear plastic tube, dangling from the far end of the fleshlight?” Paget said, pointing. “When he cums – and he’s staying on this machine until he does – his semen will trickle down into that tube.”

All the women watched, at first. Then, slightly bored, they took turns watching. The young blonde girls passed some time tickling Martin’s nipples with the feather during their watch, about 25 minutes into Martin’s current ordeal. They heard him making a curious series of grunts, and lo and behold, the plastic tube now contained semen! They cried out, “He’s cumming!” and the other women wandered over to look. Paget switched off the machine, and pulled it back out of the way. His raw-looking, reddened cock popped out of the fleshlight with a sucking sound. There was a tiny drop of semen still clinging to the central opening of his foreskin.

Martin moaned, “Thank god that’s over.”

Paget agreed, “Yes, that’s over. That was a long 25 minutes. Let’s see if you can do better this time.” She had unbuckled the leather cock harness, and was inserting a plug with a wire trailing from it into his ass as she spoke. She picked up a tiny harness, which fit nicely over his glans, once she’d peeled back his foreskin. The harness had a little metal bead that rested against his cock’s frenulum, at the underside of the crown between its glans and shaft.

What’s that?” Sally asked, with confusion in her voice. Martin, trying to focus after his latest forced orgasm, was wondering something similar. His cock happily started to go limp, even with Paget touching it.

Oh this?” Paget replied with a smile. “This is an electrosex device. It sends a current from inside his ass, through his prostate and seminal vesicles, along his cock shaft and scrotum, to terminate at this most sensitive part of his penis, right here.” She tapped the tiny bead. “The fleshlight took almost half an hour to make him cum. Watch what this does.” She dragged a blanket over in front of Martin, and had the blondes get naked and lay themselves face up on it, watching from there.

She switch power to the device, and twisted a few dials, setting the current strength, and the pulse frequency.

Martin at first felt nothing. Then a gentle tingling. An adjustment of the machine, and he suddenly felt waves rippling from deep inside his ass all the way out to the tip of his cock. “OMG!” he vocalized, along with other unintelligible sounds, as his body began twitching.

The women watched, spellbound, as his cock, stopped drooping, and rose up again until it was more rampant than they had ever seen it before! Its shaft grew in girth, its glans swelled and strained at the harness, pressing the bead deeper into his frenulum. At about three and a half minutes, Martin began to howl. At four minutes, he screeched as semen flew out of his cock! It arced through the air and splatted down about a yard in front of him. All the women gasped, seeing the strength of this, his fourth ejaculation in a row. Not just the force propelling it – the amount was prodigious! The blondes’ gasp became a happy shriek as his semen rained down on them, giving them their first cum bath!

Laughing joyously, Cindy and Sally knelt down to rub the cum around on their tits and bellies as they rocked and giggled on the blanket. They certainly no longer had any fear of semen. Their education was nearing completion. As Paget switched off the current and began disconnecting the electrosex device, Sally and Cindy began licking the semen off the giggling teenagers, with much merriment.

By the time they looked up, Paget had placed Martin on his back, with a new device dangling over him. Cindy, who had spent her childhood on a farm, looked at it with dawning recognition. “Paget, is that a… a milking machine?” she queried.

Same principle, Cindy. But this is only good for one ‘teat’ – in this case, his cock,” she chortled.

No, no. Please, no,” Martin whimpered.

Yes, yes. Definitely, yes,” Paget replied, mocking his terminology. “We’re going to let this machine suck your cock, milking you, for one hour. Then your ordeal will be over, and we’ll let you go. Sally, make sure you get some good pictures of this. Not only of his cock being milked, but also his facial expressions.”

Will do,” Sally said, smiling.

Paget climbed up next to Martin, placing some soft pillows alongside him. She settled down beside him. Bringing her face close to his, she whispered, “I know you can do this. Will you be brave, and do this for me? Or should I just let you go right now? If we start this, I’ll not stop it for one entire hour, you know.”

Martin felt the warmth from her body where it touched his. His emotions warred within him. His cock hurt, true. The prospect of having it sucked for an hour was daunting. But he had now gotten some idea of how badly he’d been treating these women, and he was ashamed. Enduring these ordeals seemed to be, in some small way, making amends for his bad behavior. And he was seeing Paget in a whole new light – a strong, capable woman. He also respected Cindy and Sally more than he had before. Hardening his reserve, he decided. “I’ll be brave, for you, Paget. I’m ready,” he whispered back, his body trembling with mixed emotions.

I’m so glad,” she murmured. “I’m proud of you, Martin.” She gave him such a loving kiss that his body tingled all the way down to his toes. She slid the sleeve of the milker downward, until his cock was fully inserted into its tube. She touched a button on it, and the rhythmic suction began. She noted the starting time.

Martin gasped as the machine cycled, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing. Swallowing several times, he tried to relax and let the machine take control. To his surprise, Paget didn’t abandon him at this point. Once again she stretched her naked body out alongside his, holding him in her embrace, kissing him. His heartbeat accelerated, and not just because of the excitement building in his groin. He was oblivious of Sally taking pictures of his current submission.

After a while, Paget felt Martin’s muscles tensing, and saw his eyes open wide as his mouth sucked several deep breaths of air into his lungs. She watched his rather silent orgasm, smiling. She nodded at Cindy.

Cindy climbed up onto the table, and spent a few minutes licking and sucking Martin’s hairless scrotum. She enjoyed the smooth clean texture of that thin skin, noting how much more fun it was to play with balls this way. She settled herself along Martin’s other side, skin to skin as much as possible. Paget and Cindy kissed each other right in front of his face. Stroking Martin’s hair, ears, and cheeks, Cindy took over for Paget. Paget climbed off the table as Cindy began kissing Martin, whispering, “You’re such a good boy now. I really love licking and playing with your balls, you know.”

Martin felt the warmth of a blush filling his face and traveling down his body, blending with the warmth he felt emanating from Cindy’s bare skin. Something rippled through him, like a miniature orgasm. He couldn’t tell if his cock had spurted into the relentless intermittent suction of the milking machine. He closed his eyes, sort of drifting in a daze.

More warmth touched his other side as Sally slid into place there. Even with his eyes closed he knew who it was, because he smelled her familiar scent. She leaned in and kissed his lips. He was amazed at the passion she put into the kiss – she had been rather coolly withdrawn from him for months. He opened his eyes, and found himself looking into hers as she pressed her breasts to his chest, her face hovering over his. The look of affection he saw there struck him hard, and the machine sucked another offering from his cock as he vibrated in his restraints.

Sally watched his face as he came, kissed him lightly, and said, “The girls want some time with you too, sweetie.” She climbed off the table and for a few minutes, he was alone with the constant, insistent sucking at his manhood. Only for a few minutes though. Suddenly, his vision was filled with the sight of the two naked blondes standing on the table at about the level of his hips. They were grinning impishly as they displayed their bodies to him. Since they were only about 18, their breasts were still small, with the amazing puffy areolae of young nubiles. They boldly pulled their labia open, revealing their sweet treasures, as they swayed tantalizingly.

With sweet tittering sounds, they settled down upon him, their breasts pressed against his and each others. Covering his face with happy kisses, they snuggled with him. “Thank you for being instrumental in our education,” Monica said.

Martin looked at her with surprise in his eyes. At first, he had thought these were empty-headed teenyboppers. What a difference a day can make. They were taking on an air of maturity and wisdom. Of course, he might have been slightly biased at that moment, because they were also kissing and gently sucking his nipples as they each had a hand blindly exploring his scrotum.

You were our first in so many things, you know,” Samantha confided to him. She paused to make certain she had eye contact with him. “And, perhaps, if you’re willing sometime, you can be the first to actually fuck us.” Monica nodded enthusiastically. Samantha continued, “We feel comfortable with you, and Paget said you might like to do it. Yesterday, I thought you were a nasty, evil man. But you don’t seem to be like that anymore.”

It was true. This experience had a profound effect on Martin. It was like some horrible driving force had been burned out of him. He couldn’t feel any impulses to harm, or get even. It pleased him to find out that these two, lovely, relatively inexperienced women wanted him – wanted to learn more about sex with him. Trusted him. He had to say something. “Samantha,” he said, looking into her eyes, “and Monica,” he turned to include her, “I’m touched – I’m honored – I don’t know exactly how to express this. I’m willing to help your education in any way that I can.”

The two blondes reacted to this heartfelt declaration by wiggling against him with joy, rubbing their soft, wet pussies against his hips as they took turns kissing him deeply. After several minutes of this, Martin groaned loudly as the milking machine again brought him to an orgasmic peak. The girls gently cupped and held his balls, feeling the muscles there straining to eject their contents.

They were still snuggling with him when Paget announced, “Time’s up.” She switched off the machine, and gently pulled its tube up and off his cock.

Ooooo,” Samantha cooed, looking at his glistening dick as it slowly deflated and rested against his ball sack. “May we kiss it, if we’re really, really careful?”

Martin wasn’t sure that was a good idea. But, very tolerantly, in an almost avuncular voice he said, “Yes. Go ahead.”

The two girls each gave his dick the sweetest, gentlest kiss he’d ever felt there. Rather than hurting, their lips seemed to apply a soothing balm. Martin sighed with relief.

Paget examined his testicles with a critical eye. With a smile in her voice, she said, “These look a bit like shriveled walnuts. You Sir, are fully drained, in my opinion.” Checking the machine’s reservoir, she announced, “Looks like we got about a tablespoon of semen during that hour.”

Martin was amazed. He was sure he’d had about 5 or 6 orgasms during that hour. He must have climaxed several times with his muscles doing their ejaculation convulsions, but with no emission of semen. Each of them had been earth shatteringly satisfying, though. He sighed and stretched his arms and legs to ease any cramping as Paget undid the leather straps that had confined him to the table.

She helped him over to where the women sat on a fluffy blanket, against cushions propped against the wall behind them. She had Martin rest, face down on the same blanket where all of them could prop their feet on his naked body. They remarked how good his warm skin felt under their feet as they embraced or held hands.

Martin examined his emotions now, feeling both relief from his ordeal, and a sense of ‘rightness’ about being submissively under their feet. He drowsily listened to the women as they chatted, discussing all that had transpired during these two days. They answered more of Samantha and Monica’s questions. Then Monica asked an innocent, but critical question, “Can we do this again?”

Paget considered the question. She nudged Martin with her toe, asking, “What do you think, Martin? Want to do this again?”

He thought back on his ordeal, about being held in those restraints, about being used as their toy. He considered the agony, but also the ecstasy – about cumming and cumming like that. He visualized all their naked bodies before him. He remembered the feeling of a warm cunt or a demanding mouth embracing his rigid cock. Seeing his cum arc through the air, splatting on the blondes’ naked flesh, covering them with a cum bath, made him smile in recollection. And then watching them playfully smearing his cum all over their smooth bodies. He felt his poor cock stirring again, under his pelvis, tired, oh so tired, and yet – demanding more. His mouth opened, and these words spilled out, “Yes, please, Paget. I want to be the sex toy for all of you. Anytime. I’m yours.”

(to be continued) link to part 03

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