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DANCING FOR MS. COUGAR.
On the weekends, Chris was a male stripper at a trendy club that catered to upscale females. He was called a stripper, but most of the time, he worked totally naked. Legally, the club was in an unincorporated part of the city, so law enforcement was very lax, but the location of the club was quite close to very affluent parts of the city, so lots of women found it convenient to pass a few hours at the club. Even though he had only been hired two weeks previously, Chris felt like he had seen it all—parties for girls turning 18, girl’s night out parties, sorority parties, bachelorette parties, divorce parties, TGIF parties. There was a $25 dollar cover, non-alcoholic drinks were $10, and the women were encouraged but not obligated to tip dancers whom they liked.
Every half hour, there was a show on the main stage, where a willing or unwilling woman would be invited on stage to “dance” with one of the male strippers. The dancing got quite raunchy. The male dancer would dance provocatively and dare the woman to touch his cock. With the eager cheers of all the women in the audience, the woman on stage was almost compelled to fondle the dancer’s cock. Once his cock was in the woman’s hands, the dancer would move closer, and to the approving cheers of the crowd, encourage the sometimes reluctant and sometimes eager lady to take his offered cock in her mouth.
It was considered bad form for a dancer to actually cum in a woman’s mouth. The idea was for him to be attractive and available to all the women, and not let any one woman drain his spunk out. Women who wanted to taste a dancer’s semen needed to reserve and pay a hefty fee for one of the special private rooms.
This one night, Chris was making his usual rounds of the tables before the main show. He saw a group of five young women who were obviously having a “Just Turned 18” party, and he danced over.
“Don’t you look good,” one of them said.
“Thank you. My name is Chris,” he said. He moved closer to the young woman who had spoken and gently rocked his pelvis so his cock moved in a little circle. She was wearing a white tank top and her superb breasts were stretching the fabric to the breaking point. “Like what you see?”
She needed no further encouragement. She reached out and clasped his cock with a firm tennis-like grip. With his cock in her hand, Chris moved even closer and kept thrusting his hips at the girl.
“What’s your name?” Chris asked
“I’m Shannon,” she said, looking into his eyes and moving her thumb back and forth over what Chris considered his cock’s “trigger”—the sensitive part that always triggered his erections, and was located on the underside of his cock right below his glans.
Shannon pulled Chris’s cock a little closer and pressed it to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked his cock head.
“Shannon,” the girl next to he said, “Stop hogging that cock. Let the rest of us play with Chris.
So Chris paraded before each of the five girls and they took turns fondling his cock. A couple of them started sucking him, and got him very hard, but he managed to control himself.
It was only about ten minutes before the next big show, and Chris drifted over to a darker part of the club. He saw a very good-lucking MLF over there presiding over a table of very hot-looking women in their early twenties.
Chris walked up as close as he dared and presented his naked body to the MLF. “I know I’ve seen you here before,” he said.
“Yes,” the MLF said. “I’m known as Ms. Cougar.” As she said this, she reached out and grabbed Chris by the balls, expertly trapping both his balls in her right hand, tugging slightly, and clasping her thumb and first finger like a tourniquet around his balls at the base of his abdomen. With his balls trapped in her hand, she pulled him towards her. His balls hurt, but Chris refused to let Ms. Cougar intimidate him.
“I can see why,” Chris said, looking at the other women at the table. “You’ve already got me by the balls.”
“I do, indeed,” Ms. Couger said. “Giselle, come over here and feel this boy’s nice shaved balls.”
Giselle, a slim brunette wearing a loose halter top, moved over next to Ms. Cougar and rubbed the open palm of her hand back and forth over Chris’s tight balls. Ms. Cougar kept her vice-like grip, twising a little, as Giselle rubbed the skin over Chris’s balls.
“Oh,”Giselle said. “He’s very nice.” Giselle began to gently sc**** Chris’ balls with her red fingernails. “His balls look really beautiful.”
“We’ll see how this boy behaves for us in one of the private rooms,” Ms. Cougar said. “He seems like a nice package. Trimmed cock and balls, good physique. I think he’s the one we want for tonight.”
All this time, Ms. Cougar had kept her hand tightly clasped around Chris’ balls. And Giselle had kept caressing his with her fingernails.
“Don’t worry,” Ms. Cougar said to Chris. “I’ve already set this up with your boss. We’ll meet you in a private room in five minutes. We’re going to use the one they call ‘the dungeon.’ Do you know it?” When she said this, she gave his balls an extra twist, as if trying to force a confession out of him?
“Yes,” Chris said trying to appear nonchalant. He’d heard stories about it, but he’d never actually been inside.
*****
Ms. Cougar led her friends into the dungeon, and Chris joined them there. Ms. Cougar made a big show of locking the door from the inside.
“Now, come over and stand right here Chris,” she said
Chris went over and stood in front of her. The other young women gathered in a circle around him.
Ms. Cougar said, “Spread your legs a little. That’s right.”
Then, Ms. Cougar attached a very tight leather Centurian cock ring around Chris’s balls. She made a point of snapping each one of the ten snaps. Chris had to admit his balls felt good snugged up in the cock ring.
“Who has that little chair,” Ms. Cougar asked, looking around. “Eve, did I give it to you?”
“Yes,” said Eve. “Here it is.” Eve was a tall blonde, wearing what looked like a tight black strapless slip that clung to her body.
“I’m going to fasted this chain to the ring around this boy’s balls,” Mrs. Cougar said. “Then I’m going to loop it through this very convenient ring in the floor and use this fastener to make the chain the exact length so our subject is tied by his balls and can’t move.”
“Here are the cuffs for his hands,” said a new woman. She was wearing a red dress with deep cleavage.
“Thank you Diane,” Ms. Cougar said. “Now two of you put those cuffs on Chris’s wrists while I get the hoist down from the ceiling.”
As he stood there with his balls chained to the floor, Chris couldn’t imagine what kind of “dance” he was supposed to do. Diane and Giselle quickly put the cuffs around Chris’ wrists and Ms. Cougar attached the cuffs to a bar and cable. Evidently the hoist was connected by an infrared signal. Because when Ms. Cougar pressed a remote, the cable gently moved towards the ceiling and Chris’ bound wrists were raised over his head.
When Ms. Cougar was satisfied that he was sufficiently secured, she pressed the remote again and the hoist clanked to a stop.
“Doesn’t our boy look good?” Ms. Cougar said. “Naked, with his balls attached to a chain on the floor and his arms stretched over his head. You look quite sexy.”
The women were quite close to Chris. Someone he couldn’t see was rubbing his back. Giselle was kissing his ears with her lips and scratching his chest with her fingernails. Diane had her hand around his slowly hardening cock and was squeezing it with an even, pulsing rhythm. With her long, delicate fingers, Eve coquettishly patted his imprisoned balls.
Ms. Cougar called out, “Cobalt?” It must have been the woman behind him. “Cobalt, come here and let me introduce you.”
Cobalt came around so Chris could see her. She was a very beautiful black woman with chocolate brown skin, fiery eyes, and straight black hair which fell to the tips of her shoulders. While all the other women were still wearing their sexy clothes, Cobalt was naked. Hung up and vulnerable as he was, Chris still felt the urge to kiss Cobalt’s soft, alluring shoulders and breasts.
Chris was mesmerized by Cobalt’s fine breasts. But when his eyes gazed down a little further, he saw she wasn’t entirely naked. In fact, Cobalt was wearing a strap-on dildo.
“Let’s start fucking with this boy right now,” Ms.Cougar said. “Cobalt, I want you to lube that thing up and penetrate him so we can see what he’s really made of.”
The women worked like a team. Diane kept her teasing grip on his erect cock. Eve teased his balls with her fingernails. Giselle dug her nails into his nipples and bit on his ear.
Cobalt resumed her position behind Chris. He felt her hands grip his shoulders for leverage from behind, and then she slid the lubed up strap-on up into his rectum without mercy. Maybe it was Chris’s imagination, but it felt like the dildo stabbed into his prostate. He was sure the force and depth of the entry had pushed a drop of semen out of his cock.
“Yeah,” Diane said, with her hand around his cock. “You’re fucking the cum right out of his cock. Give it to him, Cobalt.”
Cobalt needed no further urging. Like an athlete rowing a boat, she rhythmically thrust her groin with its attached strap-on dildo deep into Chris’ ass. Chris broke out in a sweat. Cobalt methodically rammed the dildo into him. Chris’s eyes weren’t going to cry. They were going to pop out of their sockets. Cobalt relentlessly probed his rectum with what felt like a huge clenched fist. It felt like the dildo filled up his entire body. He had never been so violated in his life.
To make it even worse, Chris had no way to soften or cushion the repeated assaults on his ass. If he tried to move his body even slightly, the chain on his balls pulled him painfully. If he tried to use his bound arms to lift himself slightly off the floor and protect his ass from Cobalt’s ramming, all he did was strangle his own balls.
Ms. Cougar moved all the girls away except Cobalt. She stood in front of Chris and enjoyed looking at him while Cobalt fucked him from behind.
“How to you lie dancing with Ms. Cougar?” she said with a laughing smile on her face. She grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed his tightly balls. Once. Twice. Three times. Ms. Cougar slammed her knee into him. Chris couldn’t move. “Fuck him real good, Cobalt.”
*****
Eventually, Cobalt got tired, and Ms. Cougar organized the women into a new formation. They took Chris down and laid him with his back on a narrow trestle or bench. Diane and Giselle attached cuffs to his ankles. Then they attached the cuffs to a spreader bar that was connected to the hoist. They pulled his legs up so they formed a wide V. So, at the bottom end of the bench, Chris’s cock and balls and asshole were totally exposed. At the over end of the bench, Eve tied his wrists to eye-bolts on the front legs of the bench. His legs were stretched up. His back was flat. His hands were stretched down. The only good thing about it seemed to be a headrest that cushioned his head.
Then they began to work on him again. Ms. Cougar used the strap-on dildo to plunge into his ass. Eve and Diane took turns playing with his cock. They seemed to know how to get him ready to cum and then to somehow spoil it so he didn’t have an orgasm. Giselle worked on his nipples, digging her nails into him as if she wanted to cut them off. And then Cobalt sat on his face.
So that was what the headrest was for. Chris’ head was just at the right height so that Cobalt, with her long legs could straddle his face and make him lick and suck her pussy.
“Work him, ladies,” Ms. Cougar shouted as she ploughed into Chris’ ass.
“Do it right,” Cobalt threatened as she moved her ass over Chris’ face. She gyrated, flexed, moaned, and grunted. She fucked Chris’s face with her pussy. Over his abused face, Chris felt her thighs tremble harder and harder.
Then Cobalt screamed, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. You whore. Keep sucking me.”
Cobalt’s fluids were all over Chris’ face. Ms. Cougar was pounding the dildo into his ass.
“I think it’s time to finish this boy off,” Ms. Cougar said, reluctantly easing backwards and withdrawing the dildo from Chris’s violated rectum. “Untie him.”
Chris thought he was going to be released. But he was wrong.
“Giselle. Eve. Diane,” Ms Cougar said. “Tie him up the way he was.”
So they reattached the cuffs to his wrists and hoisted his arms above his head. They spread his legs and reattached the leather C-ring to his balls. Chris was so exhausted by all the abuse he had endured, that he could barely move, and the women felt a great sense of power over him as they pulled and tugged his tired limbs into the necessary position.
“Diane,” Ms. Cougar said. “You’ve got the tape measure, right?”
Diane nodded.
“Eve,” Ms. Cougar said again. “You’ve got the canes?
Even nodded.
“Here’s what’s going to happen my little boy,” Ms. Cougar explained. “For the last movement of our little dance, we’re going to cane your pretty ass. Chris nearly died when he heard this. So far, they’d beat him very badly, but they hadn’t left any bad marks on him. He knew the caning would be severe and result in bad bruises, welts and probably blood.
“Don’t worry, little boy,” Ms. Cougar said. “If you perform as you’re supposed to, the canning won’t last that long.” She was already caressing a three-foot long cane in her hand.
“Let me explain,” Ms. Cougar went on, taking a position behind Chris. “As soon as I start lashing your pretty little ass with my cane, Cobalt, who is very good at these things, is going to give you the best hand job you’ve ever had in your life. She is going to keep pumping your cock, and I am going to keep caning your ass. You’ll tell her when you are about to come. Can you do that?”
“Yes. I will try to tell Cobalt when I’m going to cum,” Chris agreed, not sure why this was so important.
“It’s important you tell Cobalt when you are about to cum, so that while I am beating your ass with my cane, she can angle your pitiful cock at the correct angle and we can get the longest trajectory from the cum that spurts out of your wretched cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Chris said.
“Why is the trajectory so important?” Ms. Cougar asked?
“Please tell me,” Chris implored.
“Because if your miserable cum doesn’t shoot at least foor feet into the room, I’m going to get another cane and start beating you again. Only this time, Giselle will be at the controls with your cock.”
Chris was really scared.
“So you see why it’s important that you work with Cobalt? If you don’t cum four feet with her, I’ll get to beat you all over again and a new girl, who is very pretty, and very skilled will have to give you another hand job. But my hunch is that your second cum shot won’t be as long as your first. So I’ll have to keep beating you, and a new girl will have to give you a handjob, and we’ll have to keep measuring your cumshots until you fucking collapse.”
When Ms. Cobalt finished this explanation of how mercilessly she would beat Chris, she looked like she was about to bodily ascend into heaven.
“Now, let’s get started. Are you ready Cobalt? Are you ready little boy?”
Ms. Cougar sliced the cane into Chris’s ass cheeks as hard as she could. She waited perhaps 20 seconds between each stroke, so that Chris could get the full effect of the pain. And fearfully await the next awful stroke. Even though the cane was made of flexible bamboo, each time Ms. Cougar struck him, it felt like a white hot steel rod was searing into his flesh. The burns radiated into his groin.
“Take that. Take that. Take that.” Ms. Cougar shouted with every stroke.
Cobalt dutifully worked on Chris’s cock and soon got him quite hard. But the awful pain of the cane strokes prevented him from relaxing enough to get even close to an orgasm.
“Doesn’t his ass look just perfect,” Ms. Cougar shouted. “Ten more strokes and I bet you’ll be bleeding.”
Diane whispered something to Ms. Cougar. She stopped caning Chris for a moment. At first she seemed angry. Then she smiled.
“Of course, Diane. Since you ask so prettily,” Ms. Cougar said. “Since it seems like our poor beaten little boy is having trouble reaching his orgasm, I give permission for you all to help him. Cobalt will continue with his cock. But Diane, Eve, Giselle, you can stimulate and caress him in any manner you think may help him. Remember the goal is a cumshot trajectory of four feet.”
Ms. Cougar began beating Chris again.
Cobalt worked on his cock.
Ms. Cougar laid more fire-like strokes on his already burning ass.
Giselle stood on his right and massaged his chest. “Come on, Chris. Show us what you’ve got.”
“Now you are bleeding,” Ms. Cougar proudly announced as she continued to beat him.
Diane stood on his left and kissed his ear. “Chris. Chris. We know you can do it. Shoot your load as far as you can.”
“You’ll have welts for two weeks at least,” Ms. Cougar exulted.
Eve knealt beside his cock and rubbed his balls while Cobalt pumped his cock. “Give it to us, Chris. Show us.”
“Miserable, pitiful wimp,” Ms. Cougar shouted. “ I can see the blood dripping down your legs.”
“Show us what you can do,” Cobalt said.
Deep down in his body or maybe just deep down in his balls, Chris felt a small change. It was like one horse was escaping from a coral. Then, two. Even though Ms. Cougar was still beating his ass with the cane, Chris felt stronger and confident. Then, it was five or six horses stampeding. Then it was a hundred. And he knew he was going to cum.
“Cobalt,” he panted.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.”
Ms. Cougar landed one final, terrible stroke of the cane.
With Cobalt aiming at precisely the correct angle, a creamy white jet of cum shot majestically out of Chris’s cock and arched across the room. It was quickly followed by another spasm which went even further.
“Good boy,” said Cobalt. “That’ll do it.”
Ms. Cougar rested her cane.
Diane got out the tape measure. Cobalt held it right below Chris’ balls. Diane pulled the tape measure out to the farthest extent of the cumshot.
“78 inches,” Diane said. “How far is that?”
“Six and a half feet!” Ms. Cougar exulted. “Six and a half feet. What a triumph!”
The young women who had helped Chris moved close to him and all hugged him. Cobalt rubbed her breasts against his chest. Even quickly untied his balls from the cruel chain. Eve kissed him. Giselle got down on her knees and sucked the last drops of cum out of his cock.
“You did it, Chris,” young women all said.
Chris hung there, his hands still over his head. He was grateful for the help the young women had given him. Sweat glistened all over his body. His ass was throbbing with awful pain. He loved the warm feel of Cobalt's breasts. Eve's kisses gave him strength. Giselle's mouth on his cock was bliss.
“It’s a personal best,” Ms. Cougar said. “I knew I could beat him until I made him set a new record.”
“Don’t pay any attention to her,” Cobalt whispered. “You are the man.”
On the weekends, Chris was a male stripper at a trendy club that catered to upscale females. He was called a stripper, but most of the time, he worked totally naked. Legally, the club was in an unincorporated part of the city, so law enforcement was very lax, but the location of the club was quite close to very affluent parts of the city, so lots of women found it convenient to pass a few hours at the club. Even though he had only been hired two weeks previously, Chris felt like he had seen it all—parties for girls turning 18, girl’s night out parties, sorority parties, bachelorette parties, divorce parties, TGIF parties. There was a $25 dollar cover, non-alcoholic drinks were $10, and the women were encouraged but not obligated to tip dancers whom they liked.
Every half hour, there was a show on the main stage, where a willing or unwilling woman would be invited on stage to “dance” with one of the male strippers. The dancing got quite raunchy. The male dancer would dance provocatively and dare the woman to touch his cock. With the eager cheers of all the women in the audience, the woman on stage was almost compelled to fondle the dancer’s cock. Once his cock was in the woman’s hands, the dancer would move closer, and to the approving cheers of the crowd, encourage the sometimes reluctant and sometimes eager lady to take his offered cock in her mouth.
It was considered bad form for a dancer to actually cum in a woman’s mouth. The idea was for him to be attractive and available to all the women, and not let any one woman drain his spunk out. Women who wanted to taste a dancer’s semen needed to reserve and pay a hefty fee for one of the special private rooms.
This one night, Chris was making his usual rounds of the tables before the main show. He saw a group of five young women who were obviously having a “Just Turned 18” party, and he danced over.
“Don’t you look good,” one of them said.
“Thank you. My name is Chris,” he said. He moved closer to the young woman who had spoken and gently rocked his pelvis so his cock moved in a little circle. She was wearing a white tank top and her superb breasts were stretching the fabric to the breaking point. “Like what you see?”
She needed no further encouragement. She reached out and clasped his cock with a firm tennis-like grip. With his cock in her hand, Chris moved even closer and kept thrusting his hips at the girl.
“What’s your name?” Chris asked
“I’m Shannon,” she said, looking into his eyes and moving her thumb back and forth over what Chris considered his cock’s “trigger”—the sensitive part that always triggered his erections, and was located on the underside of his cock right below his glans.
Shannon pulled Chris’s cock a little closer and pressed it to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked his cock head.
“Shannon,” the girl next to he said, “Stop hogging that cock. Let the rest of us play with Chris.
So Chris paraded before each of the five girls and they took turns fondling his cock. A couple of them started sucking him, and got him very hard, but he managed to control himself.
It was only about ten minutes before the next big show, and Chris drifted over to a darker part of the club. He saw a very good-lucking MLF over there presiding over a table of very hot-looking women in their early twenties.
Chris walked up as close as he dared and presented his naked body to the MLF. “I know I’ve seen you here before,” he said.
“Yes,” the MLF said. “I’m known as Ms. Cougar.” As she said this, she reached out and grabbed Chris by the balls, expertly trapping both his balls in her right hand, tugging slightly, and clasping her thumb and first finger like a tourniquet around his balls at the base of his abdomen. With his balls trapped in her hand, she pulled him towards her. His balls hurt, but Chris refused to let Ms. Cougar intimidate him.
“I can see why,” Chris said, looking at the other women at the table. “You’ve already got me by the balls.”
“I do, indeed,” Ms. Couger said. “Giselle, come over here and feel this boy’s nice shaved balls.”
Giselle, a slim brunette wearing a loose halter top, moved over next to Ms. Cougar and rubbed the open palm of her hand back and forth over Chris’s tight balls. Ms. Cougar kept her vice-like grip, twising a little, as Giselle rubbed the skin over Chris’s balls.
“Oh,”Giselle said. “He’s very nice.” Giselle began to gently sc**** Chris’ balls with her red fingernails. “His balls look really beautiful.”
“We’ll see how this boy behaves for us in one of the private rooms,” Ms. Cougar said. “He seems like a nice package. Trimmed cock and balls, good physique. I think he’s the one we want for tonight.”
All this time, Ms. Cougar had kept her hand tightly clasped around Chris’ balls. And Giselle had kept caressing his with her fingernails.
“Don’t worry,” Ms. Cougar said to Chris. “I’ve already set this up with your boss. We’ll meet you in a private room in five minutes. We’re going to use the one they call ‘the dungeon.’ Do you know it?” When she said this, she gave his balls an extra twist, as if trying to force a confession out of him?
“Yes,” Chris said trying to appear nonchalant. He’d heard stories about it, but he’d never actually been inside.
*****
Ms. Cougar led her friends into the dungeon, and Chris joined them there. Ms. Cougar made a big show of locking the door from the inside.
“Now, come over and stand right here Chris,” she said
Chris went over and stood in front of her. The other young women gathered in a circle around him.
Ms. Cougar said, “Spread your legs a little. That’s right.”
Then, Ms. Cougar attached a very tight leather Centurian cock ring around Chris’s balls. She made a point of snapping each one of the ten snaps. Chris had to admit his balls felt good snugged up in the cock ring.
“Who has that little chair,” Ms. Cougar asked, looking around. “Eve, did I give it to you?”
“Yes,” said Eve. “Here it is.” Eve was a tall blonde, wearing what looked like a tight black strapless slip that clung to her body.
“I’m going to fasted this chain to the ring around this boy’s balls,” Mrs. Cougar said. “Then I’m going to loop it through this very convenient ring in the floor and use this fastener to make the chain the exact length so our subject is tied by his balls and can’t move.”
“Here are the cuffs for his hands,” said a new woman. She was wearing a red dress with deep cleavage.
“Thank you Diane,” Ms. Cougar said. “Now two of you put those cuffs on Chris’s wrists while I get the hoist down from the ceiling.”
As he stood there with his balls chained to the floor, Chris couldn’t imagine what kind of “dance” he was supposed to do. Diane and Giselle quickly put the cuffs around Chris’ wrists and Ms. Cougar attached the cuffs to a bar and cable. Evidently the hoist was connected by an infrared signal. Because when Ms. Cougar pressed a remote, the cable gently moved towards the ceiling and Chris’ bound wrists were raised over his head.
When Ms. Cougar was satisfied that he was sufficiently secured, she pressed the remote again and the hoist clanked to a stop.
“Doesn’t our boy look good?” Ms. Cougar said. “Naked, with his balls attached to a chain on the floor and his arms stretched over his head. You look quite sexy.”
The women were quite close to Chris. Someone he couldn’t see was rubbing his back. Giselle was kissing his ears with her lips and scratching his chest with her fingernails. Diane had her hand around his slowly hardening cock and was squeezing it with an even, pulsing rhythm. With her long, delicate fingers, Eve coquettishly patted his imprisoned balls.
Ms. Cougar called out, “Cobalt?” It must have been the woman behind him. “Cobalt, come here and let me introduce you.”
Cobalt came around so Chris could see her. She was a very beautiful black woman with chocolate brown skin, fiery eyes, and straight black hair which fell to the tips of her shoulders. While all the other women were still wearing their sexy clothes, Cobalt was naked. Hung up and vulnerable as he was, Chris still felt the urge to kiss Cobalt’s soft, alluring shoulders and breasts.
Chris was mesmerized by Cobalt’s fine breasts. But when his eyes gazed down a little further, he saw she wasn’t entirely naked. In fact, Cobalt was wearing a strap-on dildo.
“Let’s start fucking with this boy right now,” Ms.Cougar said. “Cobalt, I want you to lube that thing up and penetrate him so we can see what he’s really made of.”
The women worked like a team. Diane kept her teasing grip on his erect cock. Eve teased his balls with her fingernails. Giselle dug her nails into his nipples and bit on his ear.
Cobalt resumed her position behind Chris. He felt her hands grip his shoulders for leverage from behind, and then she slid the lubed up strap-on up into his rectum without mercy. Maybe it was Chris’s imagination, but it felt like the dildo stabbed into his prostate. He was sure the force and depth of the entry had pushed a drop of semen out of his cock.
“Yeah,” Diane said, with her hand around his cock. “You’re fucking the cum right out of his cock. Give it to him, Cobalt.”
Cobalt needed no further urging. Like an athlete rowing a boat, she rhythmically thrust her groin with its attached strap-on dildo deep into Chris’ ass. Chris broke out in a sweat. Cobalt methodically rammed the dildo into him. Chris’s eyes weren’t going to cry. They were going to pop out of their sockets. Cobalt relentlessly probed his rectum with what felt like a huge clenched fist. It felt like the dildo filled up his entire body. He had never been so violated in his life.
To make it even worse, Chris had no way to soften or cushion the repeated assaults on his ass. If he tried to move his body even slightly, the chain on his balls pulled him painfully. If he tried to use his bound arms to lift himself slightly off the floor and protect his ass from Cobalt’s ramming, all he did was strangle his own balls.
Ms. Cougar moved all the girls away except Cobalt. She stood in front of Chris and enjoyed looking at him while Cobalt fucked him from behind.
“How to you lie dancing with Ms. Cougar?” she said with a laughing smile on her face. She grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed his tightly balls. Once. Twice. Three times. Ms. Cougar slammed her knee into him. Chris couldn’t move. “Fuck him real good, Cobalt.”
*****
Eventually, Cobalt got tired, and Ms. Cougar organized the women into a new formation. They took Chris down and laid him with his back on a narrow trestle or bench. Diane and Giselle attached cuffs to his ankles. Then they attached the cuffs to a spreader bar that was connected to the hoist. They pulled his legs up so they formed a wide V. So, at the bottom end of the bench, Chris’s cock and balls and asshole were totally exposed. At the over end of the bench, Eve tied his wrists to eye-bolts on the front legs of the bench. His legs were stretched up. His back was flat. His hands were stretched down. The only good thing about it seemed to be a headrest that cushioned his head.
Then they began to work on him again. Ms. Cougar used the strap-on dildo to plunge into his ass. Eve and Diane took turns playing with his cock. They seemed to know how to get him ready to cum and then to somehow spoil it so he didn’t have an orgasm. Giselle worked on his nipples, digging her nails into him as if she wanted to cut them off. And then Cobalt sat on his face.
So that was what the headrest was for. Chris’ head was just at the right height so that Cobalt, with her long legs could straddle his face and make him lick and suck her pussy.
“Work him, ladies,” Ms. Cougar shouted as she ploughed into Chris’ ass.
“Do it right,” Cobalt threatened as she moved her ass over Chris’ face. She gyrated, flexed, moaned, and grunted. She fucked Chris’s face with her pussy. Over his abused face, Chris felt her thighs tremble harder and harder.
Then Cobalt screamed, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. You whore. Keep sucking me.”
Cobalt’s fluids were all over Chris’ face. Ms. Cougar was pounding the dildo into his ass.
“I think it’s time to finish this boy off,” Ms. Cougar said, reluctantly easing backwards and withdrawing the dildo from Chris’s violated rectum. “Untie him.”
Chris thought he was going to be released. But he was wrong.
“Giselle. Eve. Diane,” Ms Cougar said. “Tie him up the way he was.”
So they reattached the cuffs to his wrists and hoisted his arms above his head. They spread his legs and reattached the leather C-ring to his balls. Chris was so exhausted by all the abuse he had endured, that he could barely move, and the women felt a great sense of power over him as they pulled and tugged his tired limbs into the necessary position.
“Diane,” Ms. Cougar said. “You’ve got the tape measure, right?”
Diane nodded.
“Eve,” Ms. Cougar said again. “You’ve got the canes?
Even nodded.
“Here’s what’s going to happen my little boy,” Ms. Cougar explained. “For the last movement of our little dance, we’re going to cane your pretty ass. Chris nearly died when he heard this. So far, they’d beat him very badly, but they hadn’t left any bad marks on him. He knew the caning would be severe and result in bad bruises, welts and probably blood.
“Don’t worry, little boy,” Ms. Cougar said. “If you perform as you’re supposed to, the canning won’t last that long.” She was already caressing a three-foot long cane in her hand.
“Let me explain,” Ms. Cougar went on, taking a position behind Chris. “As soon as I start lashing your pretty little ass with my cane, Cobalt, who is very good at these things, is going to give you the best hand job you’ve ever had in your life. She is going to keep pumping your cock, and I am going to keep caning your ass. You’ll tell her when you are about to come. Can you do that?”
“Yes. I will try to tell Cobalt when I’m going to cum,” Chris agreed, not sure why this was so important.
“It’s important you tell Cobalt when you are about to cum, so that while I am beating your ass with my cane, she can angle your pitiful cock at the correct angle and we can get the longest trajectory from the cum that spurts out of your wretched cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Chris said.
“Why is the trajectory so important?” Ms. Cougar asked?
“Please tell me,” Chris implored.
“Because if your miserable cum doesn’t shoot at least foor feet into the room, I’m going to get another cane and start beating you again. Only this time, Giselle will be at the controls with your cock.”
Chris was really scared.
“So you see why it’s important that you work with Cobalt? If you don’t cum four feet with her, I’ll get to beat you all over again and a new girl, who is very pretty, and very skilled will have to give you another hand job. But my hunch is that your second cum shot won’t be as long as your first. So I’ll have to keep beating you, and a new girl will have to give you a handjob, and we’ll have to keep measuring your cumshots until you fucking collapse.”
When Ms. Cobalt finished this explanation of how mercilessly she would beat Chris, she looked like she was about to bodily ascend into heaven.
“Now, let’s get started. Are you ready Cobalt? Are you ready little boy?”
Ms. Cougar sliced the cane into Chris’s ass cheeks as hard as she could. She waited perhaps 20 seconds between each stroke, so that Chris could get the full effect of the pain. And fearfully await the next awful stroke. Even though the cane was made of flexible bamboo, each time Ms. Cougar struck him, it felt like a white hot steel rod was searing into his flesh. The burns radiated into his groin.
“Take that. Take that. Take that.” Ms. Cougar shouted with every stroke.
Cobalt dutifully worked on Chris’s cock and soon got him quite hard. But the awful pain of the cane strokes prevented him from relaxing enough to get even close to an orgasm.
“Doesn’t his ass look just perfect,” Ms. Cougar shouted. “Ten more strokes and I bet you’ll be bleeding.”
Diane whispered something to Ms. Cougar. She stopped caning Chris for a moment. At first she seemed angry. Then she smiled.
“Of course, Diane. Since you ask so prettily,” Ms. Cougar said. “Since it seems like our poor beaten little boy is having trouble reaching his orgasm, I give permission for you all to help him. Cobalt will continue with his cock. But Diane, Eve, Giselle, you can stimulate and caress him in any manner you think may help him. Remember the goal is a cumshot trajectory of four feet.”
Ms. Cougar began beating Chris again.
Cobalt worked on his cock.
Ms. Cougar laid more fire-like strokes on his already burning ass.
Giselle stood on his right and massaged his chest. “Come on, Chris. Show us what you’ve got.”
“Now you are bleeding,” Ms. Cougar proudly announced as she continued to beat him.
Diane stood on his left and kissed his ear. “Chris. Chris. We know you can do it. Shoot your load as far as you can.”
“You’ll have welts for two weeks at least,” Ms. Cougar exulted.
Eve knealt beside his cock and rubbed his balls while Cobalt pumped his cock. “Give it to us, Chris. Show us.”
“Miserable, pitiful wimp,” Ms. Cougar shouted. “ I can see the blood dripping down your legs.”
“Show us what you can do,” Cobalt said.
Deep down in his body or maybe just deep down in his balls, Chris felt a small change. It was like one horse was escaping from a coral. Then, two. Even though Ms. Cougar was still beating his ass with the cane, Chris felt stronger and confident. Then, it was five or six horses stampeding. Then it was a hundred. And he knew he was going to cum.
“Cobalt,” he panted.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.”
Ms. Cougar landed one final, terrible stroke of the cane.
With Cobalt aiming at precisely the correct angle, a creamy white jet of cum shot majestically out of Chris’s cock and arched across the room. It was quickly followed by another spasm which went even further.
“Good boy,” said Cobalt. “That’ll do it.”
Ms. Cougar rested her cane.
Diane got out the tape measure. Cobalt held it right below Chris’ balls. Diane pulled the tape measure out to the farthest extent of the cumshot.
“78 inches,” Diane said. “How far is that?”
“Six and a half feet!” Ms. Cougar exulted. “Six and a half feet. What a triumph!”
The young women who had helped Chris moved close to him and all hugged him. Cobalt rubbed her breasts against his chest. Even quickly untied his balls from the cruel chain. Eve kissed him. Giselle got down on her knees and sucked the last drops of cum out of his cock.
“You did it, Chris,” young women all said.
Chris hung there, his hands still over his head. He was grateful for the help the young women had given him. Sweat glistened all over his body. His ass was throbbing with awful pain. He loved the warm feel of Cobalt's breasts. Eve's kisses gave him strength. Giselle's mouth on his cock was bliss.
“It’s a personal best,” Ms. Cougar said. “I knew I could beat him until I made him set a new record.”
“Don’t pay any attention to her,” Cobalt whispered. “You are the man.”
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