Erotic torture

Melinda giggled at her boyfriend who laid beneath her, his wrists still bound comfortably yet securely to her headboard. Ian was panting breathlessly… his eyes appeared glazed over… and his head was mindlessly lolling from side to side on his pillow as if he no longer had any control over it.

She grinned as she gazed down at him, her fingers raking seductively along his trembling, heaving chest as he did his best to form coherent thoughts and speak.

“B-baby….. ok…. ok… p-please….. thank you but… that’s enough… I c-can’t… I can’t do anymore…..,” he pleaded in an unsteady, breathless voice.

Melinda looked down at him with mock confusion, cocking her head slightly. “Sweetie, you are so confusing…. I just don’t understand you. Just a little while ago you were on the verge of tears you were begging me so desperately to make you cum. Now, that I’m letting you…. lots and lots of times… you’re begging me to stop?”

Ian whimpered in frustration, his mind currently totally and completely scrambled.

It was true, less than an hour ago he’d been pleading shamelessly for an orgasm, his begging so desperate and sincere he seemed to be on the brink of a meltdown. Given though that it had been two weeks since his last orgasm, and that Melinda had been wickedly edging him for three hours that was probably not completely unreasonable though.

Since then though, not only did she treat Ian by allowing him his much needed, desperately longed for explosive orgasm…. but then Melinda gave him another….

And another………

And was now working him toward another…….

Now, Ian was feeling as if his poor cock and balls that for weeks had been alternately swollen, aroused, teased, and neglected were now being put through yet another sexual wringer. Except this time, rather than suffering through inescapable frustration, Melinda was subjecting him to inescapable pleasure.

And if anyone knew how to play Ian’s body like a skilled maestro, it was Melinda. Each time his cock surrendered to her, releasing more of his pent-up cum she would smile softly with satisfaction. Still, her fingers, lips and tongue were not satisfied.

She would allow him several moments for the sensitivity in his cock to diminish slightly, then she was back to work. Gentle caresses…. soft kisses…. long licks… rhythmic sucking…. pleasuring him so sweetly, so gently, so sensually that eventually his cock had no choice but to respond.

Melinda smiled and purred with delight at the way his hips quivered and writhed… the sounds of his soft moans and whimpers…. the way his voice softly, reverently murmured her name when he would realize she was not yet finished with him.

And when his cock would inevitably begin to stiffen once more Melinda would smile softly in triumph, offering sultry words of praise and encouragement to her helpless, bound boyfriend.

“Mmmm, that’s it baby…. there we go…… are you going to cum again for me sweetheart?…. I bet you are, aren’t you?….”

But now, after three orgasms in succession, when Melinda resumed her ministrations on him once more Ian weakly pleaded, “Baby please…. I can’t…. n-not yet…. w-wait… p-please?… just wait?….”

In a soft, seductive voice she purred, “Shhhh, hush sweetie…. you have more… I know you do and I’m going to take it. I’m going to take all of your cum from you today, Ian.”

“Oh…. my….. god….,” he whimpered softly. “M-Melinda… I… I c-can’t…. I can’t cum anymore…. at least, n-not now…..”

She chuckled wickedly, purring, “Oh honey, surely by now you know better than to underestimate me, don’t you? Sweetheart, if I want you to cum….. you’re going to cum….. and there is not one…. single…. thing you can do about it.”

Already she was back at work, gently pleasuring his spent, flaccid cock. Melinda smiled at his whimper, purring, “Just relax baby…. we’re not in a hurry. We’ll take all the time we need.”

Moments later Melinda heard her roommate’s voice call out. “Hey Melinda….. I’m home! You around?”

Immediately Melinda’s eyes lit up wickedly and she called back, “In here Brooke! Come on in…..” Ian’s eyes sprung open as he shook his head back and forth, in a hushed voice saying, “Melinda no!….. don’t!….. not now!”

But a moment later the bedroom door opened to reveal a shocked Brooke standing in the doorway. But, knowing Melinda’s mischievous side like she did, the look of surprise on Brooke’s face was soon replaced with a wicked grin as she purred, “Mmm…. my, my, my…. and what have we here?”

Winking at her roommate as she continued her attempt to gently stroke Ian’s cock back to life, Melinda said, “Well, it seems that Ian has hit the point where he could use a little more help. For some reason, he seems to think that just because he’s already cum three times that he needs a little break.”

Melinda paused and gave his balls a soft, lingering kiss, then continued, “But I’m just certain he has more in here. So, I was thinking…. if you’re not busy…. maybe you’d like to help? I’m certain that between the two of us we can definitely get at least one…. two…. three more orgasms out of him?”

A wicked grin slowly crossed Brooke’s face…. and beneath his breath, Ian helplessly whimpered, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…..”

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Ten minutes later, after Melinda and her roommate had thoroughly worked over her bound boyfriend with their lips and tongues, once again they’d forced his cock to respond and stiffen once more. With Melinda’s hot, dripping folds now sinking down on him and rippling around his cock and Brooke’s tongue seductively teasing and licking his balls, Melinda couldn’t help but chuckle triumphantly at the incoherent sounds coming from her boyfriend.

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you have two male subs tied up next to each other. you start stroking them both, gently, teasingly. they can hear the noises the other makes as they both squirm and moan beneath you. you know each of their bodies well, in that you know exactly what to do, and you are able to bring their arousal levels to a crescendo at almost the exact same rate. slowly, you bring them both to the edge. they’re almost whining now, bucking and straining in response to your hands.

and that is when your actions change.

on one, you take your hand away. leaving its victim on the edge of an orgasm, crying out in dismay and thrusting at the air in hope of the smallest touch, a tap, a breath - hell, ANY stimulation. but there is nothing. his cock throbs, straining for your touch, but it is denied, and his desperation is almost tangible.

the other, you make him cum. he stiffens and lets out a deep moan as his release washes over him. it’s powerful enough to make him shake. when it is over, he sinks down with a tired sigh. except….it isn’t over. your hand begins stroking him again, but now, he is oh so painfully sensitive. he can’t handle the touch, but you don’t care. he whines and squirms, desperate to get away from the overstimulation, but he can’t escape your touch.

it continues this way. the first, you edge repeatedly, keeping him on the brink of orgasm so he can think of nothing but how badly he wants release. the second, you torment with pleasure, touching and teasing him where his nerves are on fire until he can’t take any more (and then a bit longer after that). one begging you to let him cum, the other begging you to stop.

each straining and desperate for the other’s predicament.

Everything was normal until he got to work and sat down at this desk, hidden away in the corner of the room. He felt… something strange. His cock was getting hard. Goddammit! He wasn’t a teenager anymore, why was he getting random, unprovoked boners.

He tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn’t go away. In fact, he felt his cock getting even harden, bobbing up and down, rubbing against the smooth fabric of the underwear. Okay, he guesses he’ll have to deal with this. He gets up, careful to shield the sight of his erection from his colleagues and hurried to the bathroom.

By the time he was in the bathroom stall he was panting… how was he getting this close. He could feel pre-cum against his thighs. He pulled down his pants and hooked his fingers around the waistband of the boxers…

They wouldn’t come off… what the fuck?  He tugged and grunted, but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t pull off the boxers. His cock was throbbing even more persistently. The man was on the edge, he thrusted up into the air involuntarily as his orgasm hit him, gasping for breath. His cock started spurting out jizz handsfree, the man desperately pulled at the boxers, needing to stroke his cock.

And then the orgasm ended, completely ruined as he couldn’t stimulate his cock. He pants as he looks down at the cum oozing out from the fabric of the boxers. Then he felt the process begin again. Colour drained from his face.

He ran back to his desk, quickly typed out an e-mail to his boss saying that he went home sick, and then booked it back to his apartment.

That’s where he spent the next 24 hours, in a cycle of ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm. By the time he could finally peel the cum-soaked boxers off of his body, revealing his jizz-covered cock and balls, the room smelled like an orgy and his balls were acheing for a rest.