Martin’s Torment – pt. 01 (BDSM) He went too far.

(written at the request of my good friend, Martin)

Strapped to the vertical table, Martin wondered what had happened to him.

Because of the full length mirror that he faced, he could see the tough leather straps that held him tightly to the table. One strap went horizontally across his slim, 5′ 9” body just above his hip bones. His hands were positioned perhaps two hands width lateral to each ear. Other straps threaded through narrow slots in the table to hold him at wrist, elbow, and upper arm. Straps at his thighs, just below his knees and ankles held his lower body in place with his feet slightly more than shoulder width apart.

A hard rubber bracket behind his head and a strap across his forehead prevented his head from moving – he could not turn side to side, only look straight ahead. Even if his head had been freed, he would not have tried to move it very much, due to the rope threaded forward from behind the table, across his throat, and threaded again out of sight behind the table. The rope was firm against his throat, but did not hinder his breathing.

His hands were encased in latex mittens, as were his feet. His suit coat was missing, as well as his power tie. As far as he could tell, he was otherwise clothed in the impeccable pale blue dress shirt and dark navy suit pants that he was wearing when he… What had he been doing? He remembered parking his car in the lot, and then strolling toward the club. Things were hazy after that.

Oh yes, that’s right,” his fuzzy brain registered. Cindy, one of his submissives, had stepped out of the shadows to confront him. Her face showed a bruise from where he had slapped her the day before for not obeying him quickly enough. His Dom pride was piqued whenever one of his three girls was slow or disobedient. Cindy had enraged him enough that he had tied her, naked, face down on her bed and caned her ass and thighs until a few of her welts opened and drops of blood showed. He had left her like that, crying her eyes out for a half hour before untying her and heading straight home. Lesson learned.

But Cindy could not have done anything to me. She was standing in front of me the entire time, practically yelling at me for being a bastard. I remember wondering where she had found a backbone,” he thought. “My other two girls, Paget, and my wife Sally, would never have the guts to talk to me that way. And Sally was waiting for me in the club, I’m sure, since I was giving her a little treat because she had apologized so very sweetly for making me tie her to that wall hook in our bedroom and whip her with my leather belt last week.” A powerful man, Martin liked reminding his women who was boss.

Could Paget have been involved some way?” he mused. “She’s the most stubborn of the three, having the temerity to sass back at me, even though she knows the consequences.” He pictured her in his mind, the last time he saw her. “Kneeling in front of me, with her hands covering her lowered face as she wept. Her brunette hair cascading forward to cover her hands as her body was wracked with sobs.” He smiled, remembering. “I think I finally broke her spirit that night. I know I broke the handle of that hairbrush, spanking her bare ass. I loved pinning her over my lap, swatting her ass until it was deep purple with bruises like that. That sure taught her not to question my commands.”

He felt his cock stir inside his trousers as he revisited these fond memories. At age 14, he used to get erections just looking at pretty girls walking by. But now, at age 32, he found that he got the best erections by abusing women. Not young teenyboppers. They had to have some maturity, but not be too old either. Women in their mid 20s to mid 30s seemed perfect these days. Sally, Cindy, and Paget were prime examples of the victims he loved mistreating the most.

But where am I?” he asked himself, coming back to his current situation. “How did I get here?” He looked up, down, right and left as far as his head restriction would allow. He could not even see the ceiling, so the room had to be big. It was well lit. He could not hear a sound, not even traffic. Wracking his brain, his last memories were still Cindy confronting him in the parking lot.

He stewed for a while, tugging at his restraints to no avail. Then he heard a door opening, rather far away. There were soft, scuffling footsteps – lots of them. “Sssshhh,” he heard several times. A bizarre sight came into view: five obviously female figures, three of them wearing masks and the other two wearing black hoods that completely covered their heads. Two of the masked women were leading the two that were wearing hoods, who obviously could not see.

When they got near the mirror, the masked women carefully removed the hoods from the women that they had been leading, revealing the faces of two complete strangers. These strangers were fresh-faced young blonde girls, probably no older than 18 years of age. Upon seeing Martin, they both briefly looked surprised and then huddled together giggling and whispering as they pointed in his direction. One had dirty blonde hair, streaked with green; the other’s blonde hair glowed so brightly, it was probably from a bottle.

One of the masked women spoke to them, “See? We keep our promises. There he is, and we’re going to have some fun with him.” Martin immediately recognized her voice. It was his wife, Sally, who was speaking. She continued, “So now you see why we couldn’t let you learn where this is located. I know you promised not to tell anyone, but it’s easier if you really don’t know where you were taken. He’s obviously being held here against his will.”

You’re damn right I’m being held here against my will!” Martin shouted. He pulled at the leather straps, wriggling. “Let me out of this!”

Sally stepped up in front of him. “Now now, dear. We can’t have you making all this ruckus.”

Martin was shocked when Sally grabbed his nose, squeezing it shut. As he opened his mouth to breathe, she stuffed a rag into it, while another of the masked women ripped off a piece of duct tape, and pressed it over his mouth, sealing it shut. Sally released his nose, and he gratefully took a lungful of air through it.

Addressing the young blondes again, Sally said, “That’s so much better, don’t you think?”

Martin made unintelligible mumbled sounds of protest through the gag and tape, which sent the young blonde girls into another giggling fit. Their body language indicated that they were rather shy about being there.

I know you don’t have much time to be here this evening,” Sally told the girls. “So we better get started. You told us that you’d never seen a penis before, and we promised that we’d show you one.”

But Ma’am?” one piped up timidly. “He’s all dressed up. Are you going to unzip him or something?”

Oh no,” Sally chuckled. “We’ve something much more fun in mind. Watch.”

One of the other masked women stepped forward, brandishing a pair of scissors that looked extremely sharp. As she stepped beside him, her face turned slightly and he noticed the ugly bruise there. “OMG,” he thought, “she’s Cindy! Can the other one, the one standing with her arms crossed, possibly be Paget?” He tried shouting at them with his gagged mouth, but all his sounds just came out as grunts.

Now hold real still, honey,” Cindy admonished. Her brown eyes glared through the holes in her mask into his normally blue ones, now shading green due to his stress. “I’d hate to cut you with these,” she continued, snipping the scissor jaws open and closed.

The blondes covered their eyes, but peeked through open fingers, watching in a very girlish manner as Cindy carefully inserted the scissors between Martin’s neck and shirt collar and snipped the collar through cleanly and easily. She continued snipping from his neck to his shoulder, and then along his arms. When she reached each leather restraint, she tugged the cloth hard enough to pull it out from under the leather, and continued cutting. In very little time, she finished one arm, and swiftly repeated her actions on the other arm. She had cut deeply enough that most of his undershirt was severed, as well. Sally helped her rip the scraps off him, leaving his upper torso bare.

My turn,” the brunette with the crossed arms said. She was indeed Paget. Now that she had spoken aloud, she knew Martin was probably aware of their identities, so she removed her mask. Cindy handed her the scissors and stepped back, removing her own mask now, as did Sally. Paget pulled at his suit pants at the side of his hip and inserted the scissors. Martin watched in the mirror as Paget made a careful incision down the side of his trousers from hip to ankle, tugging material out from under the restraints as Cindy had done. When she finished, she deftly pulled his pants away. She’d been very careful – his jockey brief underwear was completely intact.

Turning, Paget held out the scissors. “OK, girls, who’s first?”

They both covered their mouths, hunched over, giggling frantically, with blushing red faces. “You do it!” the one on the left said, giving her friend a shove.

No! You talked me into this! You do it!” rebutted her friend, returning the shove.

You both are going to do it,” explained Paget. Pointing at the girl on the left, the shining blonde, “Come on,” she said in a reassuring tone.

After a bit of hesitation, the girl crept forward, and took the scissors from Paget with a quivering hand. Martin’s now greenish eyes widened in fear when he saw how shakily the scissors were being held. “What do I do?” the girl asked Paget.

Hook your finger in the side of his underpants, right here,” Paget said. Martin felt her finger yanking his elastic waistband sideways, confirmed by what he saw in the mirror. “Then carefully cut straight down the side.”

The girl took her place, pulled at his underwear, and aimed the scissors downward. Martin held his breath with fear. Awkwardly, as if she had never held scissors before in her life, the young blonde sawed apart the material along the designated path. As it parted, that edge of his underpants drooped down, almost uncovering his cock. The material snagged though, in his bushy pubic hair.

Paget retrieved the scissors from the girl, and pointed at her friend. “You now,” she instructed. “Go to his other side.”

The girl shook her head, tossing her dirty blonde hair around. “I might hurt his wiener.” Martin could not stop himself from rolling his eyes, thinking, “How old are these brats? ‘Wiener’ she said. Who calls a penis that anymore?”

Paget said, “No sweetie. You’re just going to cut his underpants down the side, nowhere near it. It’s safe. It won’t bite.”

Her friend chimed in, “Chicken! I did it!”

OK, OK,” the dirty blonde said in a tone of exasperation. She strode forward quickly, like she wanted to get an undesirable task done as quickly as possible, She grabbed the scissors, yanked and snipped the material almost without looking. Martin, reacting much too slowly, shrieked in fear moments after the girl had finished her task.

His underwear completely fell forward, dangling by the rear section trapped under his butt. His cock, shriveled by his fear, came into view. The girls looked at it briefly, and then scrunched up their eyes, both saying a sound like, “Eeuuuuuwwwww!” They looked away, but kept stealing glances at his exposed dick out of the corners of their eyes. Martin was mortified, being on obscene display like this. His humiliation intensified as he looked into the mirror and saw how limp he was. As his embarrassment increased, his dick seemed to shrivel even more.

So that’s it?” one of the girls finally said. “That’s a… a… penis? That’s what all our friends whisper about?”

Yes, dear,” Sally confirmed. “But this is a rather sad example of one. Come and get a closer look,” she said, pulling his shredded underpants out from under his butt and tossing them aside.

The girls advanced slowly, curiosity overcoming their repugnance. They got so close, bending down, that Martin could not see them, other than in the mirror. One of them whispered, “Can I touch it?”

By all means. Go right ahead,” Sally chortled.

Martin felt cold fingers tentatively grasping the shaft of his dick. “Oooo! It’s all squishy,” the girl said, closing and opening her fingers slightly. “And so wiggly,” she added, making it flop left and right with her fingers. All the women laughed long and loud. Sally whispered something into the girl’s ear. “Really?” the girl said. Her fingers pressed into the skin just behind his glans and pressed toward the base of his cock. His wrinkled foreskin slowly peeled back, revealing his tiny pink, shiny, cock head. “Eeuuuwwww,” the girls chorused together once again. The girl pushed the foreskin back into place.

Let me try,” her friend said, taking the cock shaft in her fingers. She gleefully peeled and covered his cock head over and over. She also made it flop left and right, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. Really getting into it, she flipped it back and forth so fast it became a blur. To Martin’s abject dismay, he found none of this manipulation arousing – his dick stayed very limp and shrunken. The women laughing at his discomfort did not help any. When the girl let go of his shaft, the cock dangled straight down, nestling against his scrotum, his balls visible on either side of it.

One more thing before you go, girls,” Paget told them. She held out a riding crop. “You need to spank this bad man with this, for a bit.”

The girls looked startled. “Hit him with that? Where?” one asked.

Hmmmm,” Paget considered. “The sides of his hips will do, for a start. Like this.” So saying, she gave Martin two quick flicks on each of his sides, where the hip was becoming a thigh. He made a garbled protest through the gag, and squirmed.

I guess I can do that,” the dirty blonde said, getting braver, now that the cock touching part was done. She took the crop, and swatted Martin in both the places Paget had indicated.

Harder, sweetie. He’s a big tough he-man,” Paget informed her.

She grinned and swatted much harder. Martin flinched. She apparently liked that, because she repeated the swats, maybe 2 inches higher, catching the sides of his lower torso.

Give me that,” her friend commanded. “That looks like fun!” she said with rather childish glee. Receiving the crop, she slapped Martin briskly along his sides.

Good work, girls,” Paget commended them. “Now you need to finish up by swatting his dick and balls.”

Ummm… but Ma’am, won’t that hurt him too much?” asked the blonde still holding the crop.

Hurt him too much? Hurt him too much?” Paget stated, her voice clouding with anger. She pointed at Cindy. “Show them.”

Without a word, Cindy turned her back to the girls and grabbed the bottom of her dress. Dramatically, she lifted it higher and higher, until the angry red cane marks came into view, with their glaring red and purple raised welts. Here and there a glistening drop of red blood seeped from some of the welts as Cindy’s flesh was distorted by the raising of her arms.

The girls stared at the mass of injured flesh covering Cindy’s ass and thighs, mouths agape. Nothing was said for perhaps a minute. Martin saw Cindy’s display, too, out of the corner of his eye. It was one thing to do that to a woman in private; it was completely different having his handiwork on public display.

He… He did that!?” the dirty blonde choked out.

Lowering her dress carefully, wincing, Cindy turned to her and said, “Yes. And left me tied up after that, crying, for at least half an hour. This bastard has no remorse.”

The spell broke. Incensed, the blonde with the crop swiftly drew her arm back and slapped Martin’s cock with about all the force her arm could generate. Her muscles were not very developed, but the pain of that blow made Martin almost choke on the gag, trying to scream. The girl hit him several more times. His eyes were watering so badly, he could not see.

Give me that!” the dirty blonde demanded. “You’re missing his balls!” Her first blow, delivered right on one of his testicles, caused such intense pain that he almost fainted. Fainting would have been a blessing, because she landed several more punishing blows on both of his testicles before Paget could finally grab the crop away from the highly angered girl. Martin was sobbing, his sexual area feeling like it was on fire. He wondered if he’d been permanently damaged.

Thank you, dear,” Paget said, calmly. “I think you both have chastised him enough.”

Enough? When he did that to her?” the dirty blonde almost shrieked. “He ought to have his wiener cut off and flushed down a toilet!”

Paget and Sally embraced the two shaking girls, whispering soothing sounds to calm them down. When they were rational again, Cindy formally thanked them for punishing him so thoroughly on her behalf. Turning to the dirty blonde, she winked, saying, “By the way, you can call it a ‘cock’, ‘penis’, or ‘dick’ rather than a ‘wiener’, now that you have such intimate knowledge of it. That broke the emotional chill, and soon all five women were laughing together again, ignoring Martin.

The girls had to get home, so Cindy and Sally helped them put their hoods back on, and led them out of the room to the car for that journey. Paget stayed, pulling up a chair where Martin would be able to see her. She watched the tears still streaming down Martin’s face. After a moment, she stood up, yanked the duct tape roughly off his mouth, and dragged out the cloth gag. She sat down again, smiling.

Martin barely noticed the pain from the duct tape being removed so roughly. His attention was riveted to the agony coming from his groin. He moaned and sobbed like a baby, eyes so tear-filled he was blinded.

Finally, Paget said disgustedly, “Oh shut up! You can dish it out, Mr. he-man. But you sure can’t take it. What do you think it feels like when you kick us in our cunts? Or do to us what you did to poor Cindy?”

She began an explanation, speaking slowly, as if to a child, or to a person whose native language wasn’t English. She knew she had time to pass before Cindy and Sally returned.

I saw you and Sally sitting together at the movies maybe 3 months ago. I had no idea she was your wife, but I was curious. When she went to the ladies room, I followed her in and we got to talking. She was understandably upset that you were fooling around with me, too. She started following you when you went out, and saw you visiting with Cindy. After you left and went to a bar, she doubled back, and met Cindy – she even helped Cindy with the broken lip and black eye that you’d given her. The three of us have been comparing notes ever since.”

Martin blubbered with misery, both from the pain and from hearing how he’d been found out.

We knew we had to teach you a lesson. What you did last night to Cindy was the last straw, beating her raw like that, and leaving her tied up. When Sally heard, she mentioned the club where she was to meet you for dinner. We set it up quickly, putting the plans we’d formulated previously into motion.

Cindy confronted you in the parking lot. I came up behind you quietly and tasered you as you started to reach out to hit her again. You went down like a felled ox, jerking. Sally pulled the car up, and in moments, you were in the back seat with me, while Cindy got in.

A quick drive to this deserted warehouse, that I rented under an assumed name, and we had you strapped to this special table. This place is well stocked with all we need for a while. The three of us went out for drinks, and ran into those two ditzy blondes, who were not having any luck with their fake IDs. On a lark, we bought a couple of extra beers and took them out to the car to chat. They asked what we were doing tonight. When they heard we were going to play with the penis of a guy all tied up, they laughed and said they’d never even seen a penis for real. So we invited them along, making sure they could never find this place again.

We only put on our masks to make you wonder for a while who held you captive. Once you heard our voices, there was no reason to hide our faces any longer. Understand, you arrogant ass hole?”

Martin looked miserable. The pain in his groin had abated a little as Paget had drawn out her lengthy story of the events leading up to this moment. Forgetting his predicament, he tried to nod in response, and could not move his head. “Y… y… yes,” he blubbered.

And now you are ours, you jerk,” Paget said, with venom in her voice. “No one comes near here. You can cry for help, scream, whatever. It’ll do you no good at all.”

What… what are you going to do to me?” he fairly sniveled.

Just think back to all those things you’ve done to Cindy, Sally, and me,” she smiled grimly. “Payback’s a bitch, so they say – in your case, three bitches. We can do just about anything we wish, short of killing you. Luckily for you, you’ve never maimed one of us, so we feel that’s off the table, too.”

Martin’s heart sank. He thought of the many, many indignities he’d heaped on these women. He was about to reap what he’d sown. He wasn’t looking forward to it. “Please let me go, Paget. I promise to be good to you all, now. Honest. Please believe me.”

Paget liked hearing him plead. It was music to her ears. Too bad the other two women had not yet returned to hear him whining and pleading. “Oh, we’ll let you go,” she assured him. After a nice pause, she added, “when we’re quite done with you.” Her voiced dripped with threat.

How did these women get the balls to do this?” Martin thought frantically. “They were always so cowed in my presence. I would never believe they could do something like this.”

Almost as if she was reading his mind, Paget stated, “I bet you’re wondering how we could pull this off – plan this. It never even occurred to you to ask what I did for a living. To you, I was just a piece of meat, to play with as it suited you. Well, buster, I’m an engineer – and a damn good one. I designed several objects that we’ll use with you. For instance, that table that you’re bound on. That’s a design of mine. Watch.”

She stepped up to the table, did something under it, and then pressed on it above his head. The world tilted! One moment he was looking forward at the mirror, and the next moment he was staring up at the ceiling far overhead! Paget locked the table in the now horizontal position.

Nice, huh?” she inquired with a smile. I can even tilt it farther, so you’re upside down. And it’s very stable. She dragged over a small set of steps, and stepped up onto the table, straddling him. She walked toward each edge of the table, and it barely vibrated. “I’m proud of this design. I may patent it.” She stepped back off, leaving him on his back. Now he couldn’t see much of anything, unless a person loomed over the table. With less information of what was transpiring, his sense of helplessness increased.

A distant door opened and closed. Footsteps echoed, coming closer. “I see my wonderful husband is on his back now,” Sally said, the word ‘wonderful’ uttered with sarcasm.

Yep, just getting him ready,” Paget confirmed. “We can change now.” After a brief pause, she added, “Oh here, Cindy. Before you put that on, let me apply some more of this salve on your welts. Hopefully, by morning, you’ll feel much better.”

Martin strained his ears, hearing the rustling of clothing, wondering what the women were doing.

Oh! I really like that on you, Paget,” Cindy exclaimed.

Thanks. I got it specially for this occasion,” Paget purred.

Pinned to the table, naked and vulnerable, Martin wondered what they were talking about.

OK, Stand here so you’ll be behind the table when I pivot him,” Paget told the other two women. Again, she manipulated the table’s mechanism, and Martin’s world pivoted until he faced the mirror again. He could only see Paget’s hand at the top of the table, guiding it into position.

After a momentary pause, Paget stepped into view, walked between the mirror and the table, and turned to face him. She wore a sleeveless black dress, with bare shoulders, neck and upper chest. The top edge of the dress skimmed along her breasts just above the upper edge of her areolae. The soft looking material clung to the curves of her waist and hips, and cascaded down to her ankles. Shiny black leather stilettos with perhaps 5 inch heels could be seen at the edge of the dress.

Martin was a little disappointed that the dress covered Paget’s lovely legs so thoroughly. But she then smiled, striking a sultry pose, flinging back her lustrous brunette hair, placing her hand on one hip and extending the leg on her other side forward. The dress had a slit, and Paget’s leg, knee, and almost all of her thigh were revealed in their splendor. Martin’s cock tried to stir at this sight, but the pain inflicted by the girls made him wince as blood made a vain attempt to engorge it.

Cindy stepped out from behind the table and into Martin’s line of sight. She had combed her dark brown hair to one side, partially covering her face, hiding the bruise there. Her torso was clad in a tight green bustier/corset, which pushed her waist inward. This same garment flared wider at both top and bottom. Cindy had chosen it, because the flared bottom put no pressure on the raw marks from the caning she had received. For panties, she had donned a translucent silky-looking material through which he could see a hazy image of her slit. She stood in platform heels, and when she struck her own sultry pose, she leaned forward. Her lovely tits almost spilled out of the wider bustier top – there was a hint of the darker brownish-pink flesh of each areola visible.

Martin actually moaned slightly at this display, since his cock was trying again to stiffen, causing him renewed pain.

Then it was Sally’s turn to come forth. The first thing Martin saw was her hot pink short-shorts, tightly clinging to the globes of her ass cheeks as she wiggled her way to stand with the other women. Indeed, the bottom edges of both ass cheeks were visible as she crossed the floor in matching hot pink pumps. Her whole back was uncovered, almost as if she was topless. The soft waves of her brunette hair hid the small pink string that crossed behind her neck. When she turned to face him, he saw she wasn’t topless, but virtually so. Hanging from the pink string coming down either side of her neck was a draping of some silky material, still in the hot pink theme. This draping almost reached the shorts at her waist, but had a plunging center that revealed the inner half of each of her tits, and exposed her navel. She shimmied slowly side to side, tantalizing him as the material shifted left and right, offering him brief glimpses of more of her breasts.

Martin’s cock would not be denied by this display provided by these three young, slim, sexy women. It began the currently painful process of erection, causing Martin to groan pitifully. Tears welled up in his eyes, and trickled down his cheeks. He feared his sexual equipment was ruined for life.

As he cried, the three women stared at him. Through his tears he saw no evidence of mercy on any of their faces. They actually grinned at his dilemma. Paget, standing in the center was obviously in charge. She embraced the other two women and pulled them closer to her. Each turned their face to hers to receive a passionate kiss from her. Her hand brushed one of Sally’s panels sideways, fully revealing her breast, which she softly caressed. Cindy scooped one of her breasts up out of the bustier, offering its nipple to Paget’s lips. The women kissed and caressed while Martin’s cock engorged until he was gasping in pain. He finally shut his eyes to stop the visual stimulation, but he could still hear the sounds of kissing and sucking.

Shutting his eyes might have been a bad idea, because he was startled when his manhood was grasped harshly right at the base of his shaft by a hand squeezing it hard. His eyes flew open in shock, to see Paget gripping him there. She leaned over, and he could not stop himself from looking down into the valley this revealed between her breasts.

Sally stepped up, and bent forward; the pink material drifted forward as well, revealing both her breasts. As she did this, she seized his ball sack in her hand, and grinned mischievously as her thumb and fingers pressed his testicles firmly against one another, and then pulled them straight down as far as they would stretch. He choked and cried out at the discomfort this caused.

Cindy strode up, and with great deliberation, began swatting the head of Martin’s cock, covered by his foreskin. Martin yipped with each swat.

Paget said, “Just a moment, Cindy. Let me give you a better target.” She released her grip at the cock base, and grabbed up higher on its shaft. Pressing her hand slowly back toward his pubic hairs, she and the other two women watched as his foreskin peeled back, revealing his darker, sensitive glans. “There. He’ll feel it more there.”

As Cindy started swatting his now unprotected glans, Martin’s eyes bulged out, and the veins on his neck stood out as he shrieked with each painful blow. His body squirmed, instinctively trying to evade the impact of her hand. It didn’t help a bit. The leather straps held him firmly in place. His cock didn’t go limp from pain this time, since Paget’s firm hand held the blood trapped in it. Cindy growled, “This is nowhere near as bad as that caning, you fucker!” She added, rhetorically, “But remember all the times you laughed as you used a crop on our cunts and clits?”

After what seemed to be an eternity to Martin, Cindy stopped, explaining, “My arm is tired.” Sally gave Martin’s scrotum an agonizing twist, and let go.

Paget told the others, “His pubic hairs are scratchy. They have to go.” Quickly fetching shaving cream and a safety razor, she lathered him from his navel to the base of his penis, and also his inner thighs. With what seemed to be a practiced hand, she held his cock head in her hand to keep it out of the way while she applied the razor in smooth strokes of varying length. The other two women crowded in to watch, once again giving Martin a glimpse of their tits as they leaned forward.

When his lower abdomen was bald, Paget cleared the hairs from his inner thighs, the other women assisting by holding his ball sack up and to the side, out of the way. Paget wiped away the soap residue with a warm, wet cloth. “Notice that I left the hairs on his scrotum, and that he has some fine, stray hairs actually up on the shaft of his dick?” Paget asked. The others nodded. “I could use the razor there, but I have another idea – a better one.”

Martin, who was squeamish about a razor being anywhere near his sexual equipment, was partially relieved, but also fearful about what ‘better’ might mean to Paget, in her current mood.

She equipped herself with a small pair of scissors, and, pulling his scrotum this way and that, trimmed his long, errant pubic hairs down to a length of about one half of an inch. Martin couldn’t look directly at what she was doing – he could only watch in the mirror, and try not to jump with each tug and snip of the scissors. He sighed in relief as Paget set down the scissors.

But then she wheeled into place a large magnifier with a light all the way around its brim. Holding his cock by its head, she moved it up, down, and to each side, delicately plucking the hairs off its shaft with tweezers. Each pluck felt like a tiny pin prick as she did this, quite tolerable in his opinion, compared to what had been done to him thus far.

Then she started on his scrotum itself.

Each pluck of these hairs, firmly embedded in the thin sensitive skin there, was like a bee sting. Martin hissed out a breath with each sharp tug. His cock started to sag.

Pump him, Sally,” Paget demanded. “Keep that cock stiff and out of my way, please.”

Sally’s cool hand working on his now smooth cock shaft had the desired effect – his penis stiffened again. The stinging plucks went on. And on. At one point Cindy asked, “Should it bleed like that?” Martin’s eyelids flew up wide hearing the word ‘bleed’ being said.

Yeah,” Paget answered. “Sometimes the hair bulb itself is yanked out, and it has a tiny blood vessel attached to it. Nothing to worry about. The bleeding stops almost instantly.”

When one woman tired, another took over. Martin was in a blaze of agony, tinged with the excitement of having his cock stimulated constantly to full turgidity. Hours passed. His scrotum had a lot of hairs. The women even managed to pluck what hairs they could reach that encircled his ass hole, by pulling up hard on his cock and balls. Those were certainly the most agonizing! The women laughed at his protestations, and finished their work. His entire sexual area was completely devoid of hair.

We need some rest,” Sally said. “It’s bedtime.”

I have a nice big bed here for the three of us,” Paget replied. “But you, Mister, will stay as you are. Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you doze on your back.” She tilted the table to horizontal again. “But let’s keep this stiff all night,” she said, snapping a tight leather cock harness onto his cock and balls. “The pressure will prevent the blood from draining away. It’s better than Viagra.”

The women sarcastically saluted Martin’s ‘flagpole’ and then strolled far away from him to settle into bed together. The lights overhead went out. He could only see a dim glow that might be located in a far corner of the huge room. He slept fitfully, his erect cock throbbing from its trapped blood. His dreams were plagued by the memories of what he had done to them, and what they were likely to do to him in revenge.

(to be continued) link to part 02

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