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Cruel Hands
by Mrstefens (mrstefens@aol.com)
***
I was getting hard as a rock, like I always do when
Julia subjects me to a masturbation session, and teases
me about my need. But sitting next to me, watching my
humiliating display, was a girl I barely knew. Someone
that found the whole spectacle of a grown man laying
bound in a bed and being subject to lewd handling
casually amusing, a moments diversion for her, a little
play thing, like a friends puppy dog that had caught her
attention for a moment. (FFdom/M, relic, milking)
***
It's late in the evening, but I don't really know what
time it is or exactly how long I have been in this
position. I do know this afternoon was pure torment,
Julia visiting my room every hour or so and playing with
me between my legs. I been here for a while that is
certain, because between playing with me every so often,
she has managed to shave my privates balder than a
bowling ball, and has milked my balls dry at least
twice.
My cock is sore and a bit chapped, the results of a
masturbation session with hand creme and coffee
grounds..and a few swipes with that little bristle brush
that left me spent and raw.
I suppose I should have guessed something like this was
going to happen when she had me dress in a thick cotton
tee shirt and white socks and nothing else. Imagine
laying on a bed with your legs spread wide in just an
old tee shirt and socks and having your girlfriend toy
with your cock, being told not to move, not to make a
sound and being slowly masturbated, tickled with a
feather, slapped, pinched, stroked squeezed and teased
for a whole day.
At one point she even closed all the drapes, lit a
candle and put dark sunglasses on me so I could just
barely see, and then paraded around the room in a pretty
boned leather corset, pvc thigh highs, and some wicked
high heels. God was I straining to see that, she knows
what those fetish costumes do to me.
All that a prelude to having my balls massaged for about
30 minutes with warm oils and then wrapped in a warm
cloth dampened with cinnamon oils and teasing my cock
head in to one of those male jack off tubes with the
little pneumatic pumps bulbs, playing me like I was some
type of musical instrument for about an hour.
Or like that wasn't embarrassing enough, earlier, to sit
at the table for lunch with my cock and balls exposed
and in her plain view. She put a cock ring on me and got
me pretty hard, my erection jetting out in front of me
and holding fast with all that blood trapped in there
from that ring she is so fond of.
I'm sure that's why she asked me to be a dear and bring
her this or that from the refrigerator. My little wang
stiff and standing out, and bobbing up and down with
each step as I walked.
And Julia making comments about how she is sure her
girlfriend so and so would love to see that, maybe she
should just go call her right now...would I like that,
to show all my manly charms to her girlfriend, telling
me I am such a slut.
After lunch she had me laying on my back on the bed, my
hands tied at my side, and my legs splayed wide open
with my ankles tied to the posts at the end of the bed,
a couple of pillows under my bare bottom. Pretty much
dark in that room...and me, no cover, just a small towel
draped over my crotch, and an adjustable desk light that
is positioned to shine directly on the towel. Except, I
could see well enough to make out the mineral oil, and
the rubber gloves, and that bristle brush, and the
leather cock sheath sitting on the table next to the
bed. I remember thinking I may be here for a while this
evening.
I hear her coming down the hall now, and she is talking
and laughing with someone, another female voice. God,
she didn't. Not one of her girlfriends. I have to see
these people every day or so, that would be going too
far. I am praying that she passes right by this room, a
bit of psychological torture, something to scare me a
little. We had played around with this theme a bit, but,
she wouldn't really plan something like this, not with
another girl, letting her in on this little private
fetish of mine.
The door opens and Julia and another girl, Becky I heard
her say, enter the room. I should have guessed. I try to
pull my legs close, but, even as I start to close them I
know the ankle restraints will make that impossible. I
have seen this girl somewhere, but, I can't exactly
place her right now.
She doesn't waste any time and walks right over to the
bed and folds the towel back, exposing my cock and balls
to Becky's eager gaze.
"This is my boyfriend I told you about. The one who
needs milkings." Julia smiles. She knows she has me now,
knows all about those private fantasies I whispered to
her, my weakness for the female hand, I didn't think she
would.
"Don't be rude to our guest dear, say hi to Becky..." I
try to avert my gaze, muttering out a small greeting in
spite of my absolute humiliation at being seen in this
position, understanding that my sexual fetish had been
discussed like another mundane topic between two
girlfriends chatting. Becky is looking right at me, no
embarrassment on her part.
They are even dressed to slay me. Short dark tight
skirts, with a narrow high slit up the front, starch
white blouses, black patterned hose, shiny black heels
that must be four or five inches high.
They had pulled their hair back, giving them a somewhat
stern, prim look. I swallowed hard as I glanced down at
their hands. Lacey black wrist length gloves. That
wasn't gonna feel very good in my present situation. Not
after that milking session Julia had given me earlier,
where she rubbed lotion all over her hands and then sat
them down palm open in a dish filled with coffee ground,
probably starbucks knowing her.
That smarted, and the harder I got the harder she
gripped my straining cock as she masturbated me, and the
grounds dug in causing me to twist and turn and still, I
could resist. Now I was sore, and my cock had little
surface scratches that would be pretty aware of any
rough lace drawn up and down it.
"He has these ridiculous idea about that silly little
thing between his legs there Becky, always wanted to put
it in something...he can be quite a bother if I don't
keep him well milked" Julia said with a little smile
playing across her lush lips.
"Simply ridiculous..." Becky repeats...looking down at
my limp cock. "Doesn't look too imposing now though,
does it..." Bitch "feel free to examine him too Becky.
He is well hung when hard..though he may act like he has
no love for this...you'll see in just one minute...he
becomes quite lewd with a little handling from a female
hand...don't you little slut..."
Becky and Julia sit down on the opposite sides of the
bed. Crossing their legs and letting a shoe dangle off
their foot, their short skirts pull up their legs,
revealing two sets of shinny sheer stockings, high
enough I could see the little brocade pattern embedded
across the top of the stocking panels. They haven't
missed a thing for this have they I think.
Julia reaches over like she owns my thing and lifts the
end of my cock, just under the head, on two fingers and
bounces it up and down a little.
She takes just the head of my penis and stretches it
out, holding the head up against my belly with two
fingers and starts to tickle my now hardening shaft with
her long tapered finger nails, descending down till her
fingernails are playing across the front of my ball sac,
tickling me, and causing my balls to lurch up. She even
two or three times giving the top of my ball sac light a
little slap, and giggles as I buck up with that
smarting.
Still holding my penis with two fingers and stretched up
against my belly, she rubs the heel of her palm up
slowly all along the length of my cock, making little
circle patterns on the underside of my shaft as her palm
heel works its way up to my captured cock head, then
starting at the base again, repeats her massages.
I'm starting to respond now, as much as it embarrasses
me in front of this girl I don't know.
"I play with him like this quite often...make him keep
his cock open and ready for my hand sometimes for the
whole weekend. It keeps me amused. It galls him
sometimes to have to cum repeatedly in my pretty little
hands instead of my mouth or my bottom like he would
like to. But, he is such a little slut for this I can
get him to do almost anything for me if I play with him
for a bit... can't I dear... yes... do you like it when
Julia plays with your little wee wee for you... milking
all your man juice out, spilling yourself all over my
cruel hands... hmmm...do you like being my little cock
toy."
It would be an understatement to say I was caught. I was
getting hard as a rock, like I always do when Julia
subjects me to a masturbation session, and teases me
about my need. But sitting next to me, watching my
humiliating display, was a girl I barely knew. Someone
that found the whole spectacle of a grown man laying
bound in a bed and being subject to lewd handling
casually amusing, a moments diversion for her, a little
play thing, like a friends puppy dog that had caught her
attention for a moment.
Julia cups my balls in her open palm. She shaved me this
morning, and I am as hairless as a newborn baby. I
didn't mind the shaving so much, it felt nice and she
was very gentle, and there was not even a nick.
Actually, I got quite hard, and Julia played with me
after she finished shaving my balls. Gave me a very long
and intense jack off session. Told me to close my eyes
just as I was building to an orgasm. It felt so
wonderful... till... this was too much... just as I was
starting to spurt.
She pulls a wash cloth from behind her back and holds it
firmly against my ball sac as she continued to frig me
off with her other hand. "We can't forget the after
shave now can we sweetheart."
I always love how she has such a caring sweet voice as
she subjects my cock and balls to these torments... an
electric jolt that felt like a thousand little pin
pricks shot thru my balls, and I bucked up and down and
twisted and my legs pulled hard against the
restraints...it was too late anyway, I was over the top,
and I shot off. I think the jolt of that aftershave
soaked face cloth held firmly against my balls sent my
first shot of jism 10 feet high...and it plopped down
and made a little puddle on my chest as the second salvo
started...
"I think all boys should be milked like this often
Julia" Becky purrs..."to keep that thing under
control...other wise they get sooo bossy."
Julia feels my penis slowly twitch as Becky was speaking
in such a sexy little bitch voice. She didn't miss that,
I was sure.
"..in fact, I read this story yesterday..about a special
jacket for boys that have developed the nasty habit of
touching themselves...and it made me start thinking
about a special home that could be opened for boys with
jerk off problems, and how we could make these kind of
jackets, and things we would do...it was all very real
to me when I was imagining it."
Julia notices a swelling at the mention of this
jacket...she lets my hard cock rest on the inside of her
open palm, closing her hand and squeezing the shaft from
time to time as she listens to Becky describe the
jacket...
"It is made of a canvass material and covers the boy
from his chin down to just below his belly button. It
has extra long arms with straps at the end of it so they
can be buckled in front at the collar, like if you
wanted him to be able to carry something, but, he
couldn't lower his hands far enough to touch himself
down there.
Or even pull it around to the back and buckled behind
the boy. There was another strap too, that ran down the
front from the middle of the jacket and then could be
pulled down the front all the way and back up between
the bottom cheeks and buckled. It had this little slit
for the area that would go over the boy's cock and
balls, so you could pull his cock and balls thru before
it was buckled..and it pushed his stuff out a little so
when he would walk around it would be held out in front.
And so you could keep an eye on him that way, see if he
was aroused or having naughty thoughts or anything."
Who was this little mantrap anyway.
Julia started stroking me hard now with repeated upward
motions. She would sweep all the way from the base of
his hard cock to the top with a very snug grip, and then
just let the cock go, watching as it plopped back
against his belly, then grasp it again and give another
quick firm brisk upward stroke.
"Oh, these boys at the place I imagined were being
monitored for lewdness Miss Julia. They had to go about
all their regular activities, and sometimes we could get
one in our large activity room, working as an assistant.
He had to go and bring things to us that we needed for
whatever the activity we were doing that day, paper or
chalk, knitting yarn, or just go and get us cans of pop,
just be there to help us when we asked for something.
His little thingy would be wiggling around when he went
to fetch things, he would really look quite silly I
think. But, really, he was being watched that he didn't
get all hard all the time, or heaven forbid spurt off on
something. "And we would have to check him everyone in a
while, a little inspection to see if he was behaving."
"The thing is Miss Julia, there are girls who would like
to play around with whatever boy was in there that day.
They, or I guess. me too... would do things to him
sometimes... to get them in trouble."
"See, he wouldn't be allowed to ejaculate, and he would
know that if he did he would have his bottom strapped
later, by the lady in charge."
"We'd toy with them when the directoress wasn't in the
room. Maybe give him some looks at our under panties...
or one girl could hold him in back by the straps so he
could run away and put her feet between his, making him
open his legs...and we'd play games with his poor little
cock...hold it, and rub it or slap it back and forth, or
rub lotion on our hands while he had to stand there and
then frig his penis in front of all the girls...just
pump his cock up and down and caress his little tight
ball sac."
"Oh you could just imagine how he would twist around and
bite his lips and ask us to stop and try to pull his
cock away from our hands, trying not to spurt off."
"It would be very amusing. Sooner of later someone's
hands would work that poor cock too much and he would
groan and moan in anguish and his cum would spurt off
all down his leg or on some piece of furniture, or the
front of that little jacket."
"We would call the directoress right away and report
him, for being so lewd when we were just doing our
normal inspection. Maybe she would bring the strap out
of the office and do him right there in front of all us
girls...can you see that Miss Julia, the strap across
his bottom, make him dance around in that jacket, and
wet thingy bobbing up and down as he hopped around the
room trying to avoid the strap."
God what a little minx she was...a cute innocent little
cruel masturbatrix with cock torments just gushing out
of that cute all american face.
"Oh Becky, what a perfectly wonderful idea', Julia
smiled. "Isn't that a wonderful idea dear...we will need
to get one of those jackets made right away."
I was quite stricken. I glared up at Becky for bringing
up this horrid idea. Wasn't it enough shame that I was
tied down to a bed with my legs wide apart, wearing only
a tee shirt and white sock, had a light shinning right
on my cock and balls, and Becky watched as Julia rolled
and fiddled with my obviously aroused penis in front of
her.
Julia ran her thumb pad held firm up the underside of
the shaft, using her other hand to squeeze hard at the
base, trapping my blood in my now fully erect penis and
sending a little shiver of sensation thru my groin. My
cock pulsed a couple of times and Julia smiled.
"OH, I am so glad to see that this idea appeals to you,
males never know what is best for them when it comes to
this Becky., they try to act so very important and
powerful, and they are so easily controlled by this
funny little thing that dangles between their legs, if
only more girls understood this...how easily led men
really are by these few inches of skin," Julia said as
she shook my cock back and forth toward my face.
She grips my now very erect organ and works her fist up
and down the entire length of my shaft. She is frigging
me hard now, making my balls bounce up and down in
motion with her hand. The sensation is too much, my cock
still tender and raw from the two earlier milkings, and
I am shifting my hips side to side a little, wanting
more and yet still feeling the my chapped cock shaft
sting.
Julia pumped me up and down for a while, and then held
my cock at its base and moved the entire shaft from side
to side and back and forth like she was driving a stick
shift on a car, bringing little mews of delight from
becky. Becky was leaning forward mow, her lace covered
hand resting casually on my upper thigh as she watched
Julia manipulate my blood engorged cock.
Occasionally she would let my cock go entirely, and as
it rose from my belly, would use the tips of her fingers
held together to slap the sides of it, back and forth
between here two open hands. They were good stinging
slaps, sending my cock in one direction quickly, and
then another finger tip slap sending it back hard the
other way.
Becky seemed to enjoy that, clasping her hands together
and bending forward wiggling her little skirt encased
bottom slightly on the bed, her eyes wide and little
sounds of mirth escaping from her lips in time to each
slap of my penis.
Julia now changed tactics, smacking my cock on its
underside, sending it up fast to slap against my belly
only to rebound and be slapped again. She started to use
under handed smacks and laughed as she got a little
bouncing action set up with her little play toy. After a
bit she started again to gently masturbate me, wrapping
her fingers around my shaft and pumping me up and down.
Twice she brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to
stop and wait till the crisis had passed. I'm sure I
looked quite amusing to them, my hard cock straining and
twitching in the air...my hips starting an involuntary
pumping as I tried unsuccessfully to fuck in to
something, in to the air.
The girls would giggle at my lewd pumping action, point
their fingers at my cock and make comments to tease me
about how bad I needed to cum, how full my balls must be
getting, and teasing me about how it is sooo mean of
them to play with me like that and not let me shoot my
nasty stuff all over...
Julia releases my cock and bids Becky to try her hand at
this amusing sport. Becky's hands are not so soft, and
she grips me hard and starts up immediately with a hard
jacking action up and down of my sore cock.
"Do you want me to let you shoot all that nasty goo over
my hand you little jackoff?" Becky asks on her best
little girl voice. "Would that feel good? What would you
for us if we let you spurt? Would you lick Miss Julia
bare bottom, put your tongue up back there and use your
lips on her. Do you like this? Are you going to spurt on
my hand you nasty little thing?"
Becky was working me fast now and I was pumping my hips
up and down in tune with her hand...my head turned to
the side, my mouth parted, my breathing ragged. I could
feel my balls jiggling up and down with the motion of
her hand...my arousal starting to reach a fevered pitch.
Here I was laying bound and very helpless in my bed, my
sore abused cock being pumped hard by some young girl I
hardly knew, my girlfriend sitting on the other side of
me watching...and me losing whatever will and dignity I
ever thought I might have had under the feeling of a
female stroking on my cock. It seemed Julia was right, I
would suffer almost any indignity to be milked like
this...any request would be granted...my will, my
manhood being reduced a little with ever spending of my
seed in to some girls cruel uncaring hand.
"I think he's gonna squirt now Miss Julia," Becky says.
"His cock head is getting bigger and look at how his
balls are all tight in their little pouch. Oh, you
better not cum young man, you do not have permission to
spurt."
Julia reached her hand under my balls and let them rest
on her open palm. She rubbed her thumb lightly across
the front of my balls as Becky continued to pump my cock
up and down in a deliberate and strong pace.
"Shame on you, you wicked thing." Miss Julia taunts me.
"The very idea that you would soil Becky's hand with
your vile spurting" Julia smiles." shall employ a strap
of my own if you can't seem to control yourself any
better than that, most definitely that's what you have
coming later you disgusting little man should you spurt
all over Becky's hand."
Becky apparently gets excited by this, because she
tightens her little girl fist around my cock and pulls
the skin up and down quickly...squeezing hard on the
down stroke and releasing just a little as her delicate
little fingers glide back up over my engorged shaft.
Julia wasn't helping my control either. She had shifted
on the bed and had both her hands at work on my tight
balls. She bunched up the loose skin she could find just
behind each ball, gripping the skin folds hard, one hand
gripping the skin behind each ball, pulling down,
stretching my ball sac out long...then to the side,
pulling the skin in opposite direction. stretching my
ball sac length ways.
She let my balls rest on her fingers, still gripping my
skin under my sac, my balls sitting on top of her folded
finger at the first knuckle. She started bouncing my
balls up and down on the top of her folded fingers, by
turning her wrists up and down quickly, sending my balls
on a wild ride, jiggling and rolling in their sac.
Then she started to alternate the bounces, first the
right one up as the left was down, then the left one up
as the right was down. Pretty soon she had build a
little pace of pulling and twisting and bouncing my
balls that had me squirming all over the top of the bed.
I start to tense up and can feel both girls eyes are
glued to my swelled cock
"You better behave yourself young man," Julia said in
her most mocking authoritative voice.
My cock head twitches, and Becky pulls hard on a
downward stroke. Julia grips the skin under my balls
tight and pulls my ball sac up and down hard...the first
gob of sperm arcs out of my cock head and fly in to the
air, landing back on Becky's pistoning hand.
She pumps me up and down is short tight strokes just
below my cock head, as Julia pulls my ball sac skin as
tight as is possible, and starts to twist and kneed and
roll my balls tight over the top of her gripping hand.
I shoot again and can barely hear Becky. "Ooh, you're
gonna get the strap now you wanker, you naughty naughty
little jerker, we'll need a jacket for a nasty little
spurter like you won't we?"
I didn't care, I was lost now her words only making me
even hotter, to hear her soft little girl bitch voice
chastise me as I dumped my load all over her pretty
petite fingers. She pumped me off and told me I was
"naughty" and a "little jerker" and now I would feel the
"strap" ... all in a soft, gentle whisper... I can't
help it, I shoot again, my warm sperm leaving a trail of
gooey lust across Julia upturned wrist...
"You vile nasty young man," I hear Julia faintly as I
spurt another jolt of goo.
I feel Becky holding my cock up straight and she starts
at the bottom of my shaft and in one deliberate motion,
with her whole hand wrapped around my pulsating rod,
squeezes hard and slowly up, as Julia squeezes my ball
sac and pushes up slowly, together milking the last
drops of my will from my drained balls.
"Do you think you'll join us for dinner later this
evening Becky?" Julia is asking as I close my eyes and
sink back in to the soft mattress. "We have so many
plans to make..."
END
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