Oh god, she's back again.
Just the sight of her made him grimace and try to writhe away from her inevitable sensual caress, well aware that it would only leave him aching for release even more.
This one seemed to him to be the one who was in charge, but who could know for sure?
After all, there were so many of them.
By now the parade of women who would walk past and visit him had begun to feel endless, each subjecting him to the same erotic torment... gentle, maddening caresses... ensuring he was kept in a state of constant, inescapable arousal yet never allowing him the mercy of an orgasm.
None of this made any sense to him.
And why in god's name was he dressed like this??
Most importantly though, why were each and every one of them insistent on making sure that he remained desperately aroused?
That his erection had no prayer of diminishing?
That there was no hope of him ever achieving release?
Her soft, gentle caress had him grimacing and recoiling as if being subjected to agonizingly cruel torture, yet the reality was it was simply more wickedly erotic torment... more unfulfilled pleasure... more reminders of his helplessness against their ever present feminine allure.
And as always, once her sensual teasing had him teetering on the brink of orgasm her hand pulled away, leaving him neglected once again to suffer the sweet, exquisite agony of denial.
This time as she walked away he pitifully pleaded, "Why? I don't understand?... why are you doing this to me?? Please... no more... I can't... I can't take anymore..."
She smiled, returned to him, and with her hand teasing across him once more purred, "Oh sweetheart, of course there's going to be more. There's going to be so much more. Sweetie, we've barely even started with you yet."
And as he whimpered helplessly she added, "And as for your other question? Why you? You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all honey. We enjoy entertaining ourselves with boys like you, and you my dear boy... you were so easy, such putty in our hands, you made it far too easy for us. How could we resist making you ours?"
She laughed softly to herself as she walked away, smiling with thoughts of how excruciating his blueballs would ultimately become before they would eventually lock the inescapable chastity cage onto his unrelieved cock... then send him on his way, his blueballs and his orgasms now at their mercy forevermore.
His torment was only beginning.
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