Hey everyone, I'm back! I know it's been a while since I posted last, and I appreciate those of you who reached out to see if I was still around. Writing became a bit of a new hobby for me at the height of Covid, and I've been quiet a bit busier lately. So it may be a while before the next installment after this one. But I'll keep posting as long as you all keep reading. I'm still having quite a lot of fun with all this.
This is the first in a multi part sequel to two series I have already written and published on this website, called "Strip Club Tease Toy" and "Tease Toy Orientation". I tried (as always) to write this new installment to be as friendly to new readers as possible...but honestly, my advice is to just go read that stuff first, if you haven't yet. I may be biased, but I think it's way more fun that way.
Dan’s New Life 01: Mistakes
Chapter 1: Life Goes On
In Dan’s second week as a long term sexual plaything of The Tease girls, he was put through levels of frustration and denial that he hadn’t previously thought were possible. Just as they had promised, the girls made him wear Trixi’s Control Ring locked around his swollen cock and balls day and night, effectively keeping him on a remote control leash at all times.
Every night, he hurried to the strip club by 6pm, slipped into the back door, stripped down to his bare ass as quickly as possible, and rushed with a mixture of excitement and terror into another brain melting series of sexual challenges, competitions, and mind games. Every night he was subjected to their playfully cruel manipulations, and every night he found himself loving it more.
He quickly started to crave the powerful feeling of helpless erotic drunkenness that Cindi, Trixi, Lexie, Dominique and Destiny created in him with their never ending games. He seemed like he was ALWAYS aroused, ALWAYS being dangled near the edge of a constantly building explosion by these beautiful, creative, devastatingly dominant women…the sensation was indescribable. He was truly intoxicated on his own arousal.
And despite how maddening it was to be THIS out of control, the pleasures of taste, touch, sound, sight, and smell that he was constantly receiving now were becoming an addiction…an addiction that, without the release of orgasm, he could not seem to escape. He wanted more…he always wanted more…He spent every moment of quiet thinking about them: what they’d done to his body, what they’d let him do to their bodies, what they might do next…
He quickly learned, much to his growing terror, after he had FINALLY been allowed to cum into Destiny’s wet embrace at the end of his first Hearing, that cumming once (especially with this level of unending sexual stimulation) wasn’t enough to give him any real or lasting relief from the constant aching hum in his scrotum.
By the time he had pulled into his driveway that Sunday night, still shaky from how violently he had orgasmed into Destiny, he was already finding himself fantasizing about what they had just put him through, and fondling himself through his pants, ready for more. By the time Lexie began “testing” him to determine his Control Ring settings during his second Monday shift of many, he was already feeling as desperate as he had while they had lowered him slowly towards Destiny the night before.
This second week reminded Dan of many of the “rules” that he was now subjected to, having accepted Cindi’s offer to give himself over completely and utterly to their control. And the “Monday Test” was the one of them: an hour long, intensely rigorous edging session during which Dan was not allowed to beg in any way, the Monday Test was designed to determine if the Control Ring locked around his genitals was set to Accountability Mode (during which an un-permitted orgasm would result in pictures of his “adventures” being sent to every single email account in his conservative Christian office) or “Mistress” Mode (during which an attempted orgasm would be “corrected” with a light but painful electroshock to his scrotum) for the week.
Just like the first time he had been put through this, Dan managed to bite his tongue as Lexie used her hands, her feet, her mouth, her ass, and even her hair to bring him to the absolute precipice of orgasm over and over and over while he lay strapped down in the Break Room. Most of the girls giggled and smiled while they teased him like this, but not Lexie: she just stared at him, a slight curve of amusement at the corner of her full lips, but otherwise utterly composed as she drove him repeatedly to the brink of madness. The calm, almost predatory way with which she stared at him turned him on even further, but he gritted his teeth: he knew nothing he said would lead to mercy, and NOTHING was worth Mistress Mode.
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There were new rules added during Week 2 as well, of course, and they usually came by way of flirty little text messages from the girls in the hot pink “Tease App” that they had installed on his phone. The first came when Cindi informed him that each morning, as a part of his new exercise regime to make their new boy toy was as fit as possible, he had to send them a live feed on his phone of his workout routine (which she laid out for him in detail) completely nude. He never knew for sure if any of them were watching, but the threat that they MIGHT be made him follow every instruction to the letter.
Sometimes, a few of the girls would send him flirty and humiliating text messages as he exercised butt naked on lifestream for them, like “your cute little butt is looking nice today sweetie!” and “Ya, spread those legs baby!”. These comments seemed mostly designed to remind him that they were watching, and that constant reminder was usually enough to make sure that his cock was rock hard through every one of his televised morning workouts. As the week went on, Dan felt his energy and circulation improving, and even started to see the faintest hints of emerging muscle definition across his skinny form, all early signs that he was at the beginning of a major transformation.
Dominique messaged him Tuesday morning, informing him that she and Lexie had just decided that he needed to begin shaving his body daily. They wanted him to be completely smooth from the neck down until further notice, Dominique told him, adding, “I just think the idea of having a tease toy who’s as soft and smooth as we are sounds really hot Danny…don’t you?”
He did as instructed, quite nervously, in his bathtub at home, and found with a bit of surprise that it didn’t make him feel as humiliated as he thought it would (although it took a while to do well until he got a bit of practice). The way that his hands felt against the smoothness of his skin was kind of…sexy. Without chest hair, his nipples were constantly hard, rubbing lightly against the fabric of his shirts with every movement. And without pubic hair, his cock was more sensitive than ever.
The more he exercised and got used to being fully shaven, the more hyper sensitive his body actually became. His nipples began to grow hard at the slightest stimulation, and his cock threatened to stir back to life at any provocation at all. Every inch of his skin felt awake, electrified. The girls, unfortunately, realized this quickly as well, and almost immediately started using it to their advantage.
On Wednesday of his second week, Dominique bound Dan into “The Chair” in the Break Room during her session with Trixi, spread his naked legs wide, and used a long stiff feather to lightly tickle his anus for almost the entirety of her three hour shift. After the first 15 minutes, she brushed her thick, curly hair out of her grinning face, smacked her bubblegum, and told Dan in her tough girl New York accent that she promised she would stop torturing him…as soon as he BEGGED her to be locked into “The Babysitter” until the following morning.
Dan howled and writhed and screamed for her to stop, straining at the bonds holding him in place with all of his strength, but no matter what she did to him, he refused to ask to be put into “The Babysitter” again. He had spent four hours locked inside of it before his first Sunday Hearing, and he would never forget the constant, random, inescapable sensation of five Control Rings lining the length of his throbbing erection at once, each vibrating and squeezing against him in random, unending intervals. Trixi, the group’s resident tech wizard and idea girl, had somehow perfectly programmed them to keep him from reaching orgasm no matter what he did, and over those four hours he had learned how talented a programmer she actually was.
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But the more he learned about these women, the more he realized that Trixi, despite usually keeping her physical distance and even seeming a bit shy around him at times, was truly terrifying. Every gadget and gizmo that the girls used to torture him came from her incredible mind, and was crafted by her talented fingers. And sometimes when she looked at him, he could actually FEEL her thinking of new ways to drive him insane, like he was a mouse in a maze that she was observing…
Per usual, Trixi stood in the corner and watched Dominique play with Dan’s bound, nude, writhing body, her dark eyes shining with mischievous pleasure beneath her boxy black glasses. She was wearing nothing but her signature knee high, hefty Doc Martin boots, and a pair of deep purple satin panties. The snow white skin of her lithe, toned body was checkered and decorated with tattoos, and her nipples, belly button, nose, and lower lip were all gleaming in the light with steel piercings. And as was usually the case while Dan was screaming in torment, her fingers were swirling quickly inside of those soft satin panties, and she was biting her lip as she enjoyed the show.
Dan was quickly learning that Trixi kept her distance, not because she was shy, but because of just how much she loved to WATCH him fall apart.
However, even Trixi’s gorgeous smile, and jet black bouncing pigtails couldn’t distract him from the inescapable sensation of the long, stiff feather that Dominique was twirling against his anus. He screamed and sobbed, bucked and wrenched, pleaded and bargained as the feather conducted one jolt after another through his body, sending screaming signals to his brain to escape somehow, and being completely unable to. Until the vibrating butt plug that the girls had tortured him with during the first Hearing, Dan had never thought about sex and his anus being related before in his life. Now he was sporting the largest erection of his life while Dominique tickled it until he couldn’t breathe.
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Dominique, a curvaceous Puerto Rican woman in her early thirties with wild curly brown hair, thick toned thighs, and an absolutely gorgeous ass, often seemed much less interested in playing with Dan’s cock, and much more interested in reminding him who was in charge. She seemed to absolutely adore tickling him, much to his horror (even before the extreme sensitivity he was now suffering from, Dan had always been very ticklish, and being forced to endure the sensation made his skin crawl).
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Every 15 minutes Dominique would stop and ask him again if he was ready to say yes, laughing as she reminded him that all he had to do was agree to wear the Babysitter and the torture would stop. But Dan, despite sobbing, shaking, and gasping for breath, never broke. After the first hour, Trixi began to play with the Control Ring remotely as well, controlling it with her phone to intermittently squeeze and vibrate his cock while she watched him suffer.
Trixi never stopped staring, her dark, mischievous eyes glittering playfully from the couch as she slid her purple panties down her pale thighs, and moaned loudly as she began to swirling her fingers against her clit once more. By the end of hour two, each time Dominique stopped and asked again, smiling sweetly and lovingly at him, Dan was so breathless from uncontrollable laughter that he was unable to form words, and all that came out of him was a desperate wheezing as giggling tears soaked his cheeks.
Like every night, Dan didn’t think he’d be able to survive until the end of his shift. But also like every night, he somehow did, and he left The Tease that Wednesday evening leaking and throbbing just like always, thinking about what might come next. Every night was somehow terrifyingly new and unique. His dreams were constantly sexual, and he was starting to wake up in a nervous sweat with a raging erection most mornings. His testicles were aching and sensitive at all times, and he was bringing 2-3 extra pairs of underwear to work in his briefcase every day, and changing throughout the day to hide his constantly oozing hard on.
At least once a day he wondered if he had made an insane mistake handing his life back over to Cindi by giving her back that data disc. He had always lived a life of constant control, and giving that up for the pleasure of playing with these women meant that he was entirely at their mercy…even when they were feeling very unmerciful. But every time he began to doubt himself, he thought about how wonderful it had felt to thrust into Destiny, to kiss and moan against her skin, to pump into her until he had exploded in pleasure, until he had finally emptied his swollen, full testicles…and he reminded himself that he just needed to last until next Sunday.
Chapter 2: The Second Sunday Hearing
The rest of his week wasn’t any easier. After a long shift on Thursday, during which Cindi demonstrated some of her favorite lap dancing techniques on the naked, pleading man, his hopes for a quiet night of recovery were dashed when Destiny called as soon as he got home, “just to see how he was doing”. After a few minutes of chatting, she began to play with the vibration settings on his control ring, and instructed him to begin playing with himself, brushing aside his pleas for a night without teasing.
As she toyed with the remote control cock ring locked around his scrotum, she began sending him pictures…one after another, in various states of undress, and, to his horror, began asking him to rate what she was wearing, each one at a time, on a scale of one to ten, as she slowly lured him into a phone sex version of “Rate My Outfits”. The soft eyed, huge chested, mocha skinned bombshell dripped romance and affection with every word she spoke to him, but Dan had learned by now that that was when he should be most nervous around Destiny.
Dan had been first introduced to this favorite game of Destiny’s the previous weekend. The rules of Rate my Outfits were incredibly simple, and incredibly cruel: Destiny would dress up for him, and Dan would rate her looks numerically. Destiny could take as long as she wanted to “change his mind”. If he ever got through all of the outfits (usually 3-5) with a top score, she would let him cum on her while wearing it…but if he finished the round with any ties, he would be punished, and the whole game would start over again. And again. And again.
While the game gave the poor guy playing it the slight chance to eventually orgasm in theory, Dan had learned last weekend that in reality, it pretty much amounted to Destiny ruthlessly teasing him to a 10 on every outfit no matter how long he tried to hold out, or what arguments and justifications he tried to make, before finally punishing him for his tied scores and starting over again. This time, being teased to a 10 over and over by the maddening toy attached to his cock, while he wasn’t even in the same room as her, made the experience even more humiliating.
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Dan’s second weekend was spent with Lexie, a fact which terrified him to his core, and which was a completely different experience than his first weekend with Destiny. Destiny had tortured him, to be sure, but she had treated him like beloved plaything, something to cuddle, and kiss, and love. He knew that when she called him “her boyfriend” that she was mostly teasing him, of course, but he couldn’t deny how happy and special it made him feel, and he really did feel like she held honest affection and love for him in her heart.
Lexie, on the other hand, treated Dan less like a boyfriend, and more like a servant. She tortured him plenty once it got dark out, but all day long on Saturday and Sunday Lexie worked Daniel hard around the house in a way that was much less about sex and much more about power. On Lexie’s orders, completely naked the entire time, Dan first scrubbed and mopped her floors. Then he cleaned her kitchen. Then he vacuumed her living room. Then he did her laundry. And cooked her lunch. And gave her a foot massage. And brushed her hair. And scrubbed her bathroom.
She mostly ignored him while he did these constant chores, only looking up from her book, or her laptop, or her television show to give him another command, or to correct something he was doing wrong, from time to time. If he ever showed any signs of slowing down, or even being mildly frustrated with her treatment of him, she would lightly threaten him with her Sunday vote, which was always enough to reenergize him quickly. The experience was incredibly demeaning, but while she didn’t pay him any actual attention, Dan noticed she was always nearby, and always showing off for him.
When the sun began to set, however, Lexie’s sexual side began to emerge. She mostly ignored his cock, laughing at his pleas for attention, and telling him that he was here for her on the weekends, not the other way around. Instead, she thrust his face between her legs for hours at a time. “Dominique told me that you’re adequate at the exquisite art of cunnilingus,” she purred in a husky voice, as she tightened her thighs around his face, “but a tongue can always use more practice…”
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Over and over, she would coyly remind him of everything that was in the email that was set up to send out to his office if he came without permission, her thumb moving faster and faster in tiny circles against the underside of his cockhead as she did so. Dan twisted his hips, clenched his abdominal muscles until they ached, and howled for her to slow down, but again and again, she pushed him almost to the point of breaking. Each time she seemed to push 10 to 15 seconds past what Dan thought he would be capable of, and each time it was an almost Herculean task to keep himself from exploding. Both Friday and Saturday night, by the time she was finally finished with him, he was a dribbling, sniveling, whimpering mess.
Unlike with Destiny, Dan wasn’t permitted to sleep in Lexie’s bed, and when she was finally satisfied that she had appropriately driven him out of his mind for the evening, he was instructed to go lie down on a smallish dog bed that sat at the foot of hers. Throbbing and struggling to hold back tears, Dan curled up, naked at Lexie’s feet, and slowly drifted off. The experience was so icy, exhausting, and terrifying, that he was looking forward to the Sunday Hearing even more than he would have thought possible, by the time Sunday evening began to roll around. As he drove to the club, he realized that he was almost as happy to be out of Lexie’s house as he was that he was FINALLY headed towards his weekly release.
After he arrived that night, the evening began in a very similar fashion to what he had experienced the week before. For several hours they teased and played with him in his “uniform” while he served them drinks again, relaxing and chatting as they teased him mercilessly. The uniform, again, was nothing more than a white dress collar, wrist sleeves, and ankle cuffs, like a Chippendales dancer might wear, and he was otherwise completely naked. This time they didn’t add the vibrating butt plug that they had tormented him with during the first Hearing, and Dan was embarrassed to discover that a part of him (that he was still very uncomfortable with and nervous about) was slightly disappointed: while humiliating and inescapable, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what that device had felt like, vibrating against his prostate.
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“See…restraints are fun and all,” Cindi giggled, sliding her pink satin panties down her thick creamy thighs and climbing sensuously up onto the bed next to him, “But we’ve all been talking, and we think it’s time to REALLY test your training. You know, your mental training,” she added, batting her eyes at him innocently as she bit her lip, her short blonde and blue hair bouncing around her face, “Your obedience, you know? So tonight we’re going to play one of Destiny’s favorite games: she was telling us about it last week and we all thought it sounded like a blast…Dee?”
At that, Destiny climbed onto the bed as well, moving towards Daniel on all fours like a hungry tiger. Her round ass swayed as she crawled forward, and her massive, creamy mocha breasts dragged lightly against the silk sheets. Every inch of her chocolate skin shone in the light, and as always, her magnificent curves made him feel weak. She slid up against him, wearing nothing at all, and pressed her soft lips up against his ear as she began to slide and rub herself slowly against him. “I know how much you love my games baby…well, we’re going to play a REALLY good one tonight. Are you excited?”
A shiver went down Dan’s body as Destiny’s hot breath tickled his ear, and he moaned as he fell back flat onto the bed under her weight. Cindi slid up the bed on the other side of him as Destiny continued, giggling into Dan’s other ear as she ground against him with her warm, soft, smoothness. Between the two curvaceous, soft women, Dan could barely move. “I call it ‘Rag Doll’,” Destiny continued, “I LOVE playing it with my boyfriends…and now that YOU’RE my boyfriend, you’re going to learn it too! But don’t worry, as long as you’re a good boy and follow the rules, I’m sure you’ll be fine…”
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Destiny continued, in that deep, breathy, moaning voice, “Rag Doll is ALL about self control Dan. No bondage tonight, you’re going to have to control your own body. The rules are simple: no matter what we do to you or say to you, for the duration of the game you aren’t allowed to move or talk, except for involuntary responses. You’ll keep every muscle as limp as a rag doll. We’re going to kiss, and lick, and tease, and tickle every inch your body until the game is done, and if any of us see you break either of those rules, the game is over, and you will automatically fail this week’s vote.”
Dan was looking from one woman to the next with a growing terror in his eyes now, as Destiny giggled and continued, “Don’t worry baby, it won’t be THAT bad: you can make noises like moaning or laughing, and can make all the faces you want, but if we hear a single real word, you will automatically fail. You’re allowed to twitch and clench too, especially when you’re being tickled, but if you ever intentionally try to escape OR move closer to any sensation in any way, you will automatically fail.” She pulled away from his ear, leaving him with the cold sensation of her saliva dribbling down his neck, and she batted the lashes of her wide, innocent, brown eyes while smiling warmly at him, “Do you have any questions about the game, sweetie?”
Dan closed his eyes for just a moment and tried to catch his breath, his entire body humming with a deep sexual charge, as he breathed in Destiny’s now familiar and delicious strawberry scent. Since she had first slowly fucked his suspended naked body to completion the previous Sunday, it had been “sweetie” and “honey” every time she saw him, and she took every opportunity she could to call him her boyfriend. She also, perhaps more than any other woman in the group, was constantly snuggling, cuddling and even petting him while they were together, holding his hand, kissing his cheek, sitting in his lap, etc.
This bizarre blend of affectionate romance and absolute dominance was incredibly disarming to Dan, and he couldn’t help but feeling love for her and loved by her…but he quickly learned that her sweetness and affection didn’t translate into the slightest bit of mercy: almost as much as he was by Trixi, Dan was intimidated by Destiny’s creativity. When he was with Destiny, he never had the faintest idea of what almost un-winnable and playfully cruel game was coming next.
And now he was going to have to endure this insane, physically demanding mind game in order to be allowed to orgasm?
“Destiny…h-how long do I have to do this? How long is the game?” He rasped, as he looked up at her, terrified. With the state he was in, the act of actually sitting still without the benefits of restraints sounded Herculean. He looked around at the others, each of their soft, curvaceous bodies completely naked as they stared hungrily at him. “Well that wouldn’t be very fun to tell you!” she laughed, as she stroked his hair with playful fingers, “It’s so much more fun when you’re left to wonder…”
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Destiny leaned forward, giving him a long, soft, tender kiss as her fingers slid through his hair, and again he was overwhelmed by the scent of strawberries, as fear and arousal blended in his gut. Then she pulled back with a satisfied smile, and breathed, “I’m rooting for you Dan…Now, get ready, we’re starting the game in three…two…one…”
Dan expected all five of the naked women to descend on him the second the game began, but instead, as he went limp and fell backwards onto the bed, they simply sat and stared for a few minutes, giggling and teasing him about how silly he looked. Lexie poked him a few times, snorting as she tested him out. Dominique laughed raucously as his face and chest bloomed with a deep blushing shade of red, poking lightly at his raging erection, and snorting, “I thought we said LIMP, Danny boy!”
“Oooh” squealed Cindi, as she ran one forefinger lightly up and down his forearm, watching gooseflesh rise and fall, “This is so cool! Destiny I love the way you’re mind works!” Trixi burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles as she pinched Dan’s nipples between her long, sharp, glossy black nails, watching his face contort and slacken. “Awwww look at his poor face! He’s trying so hard not to say anything!” She reached forward and grabbed his face, mushing his lips together and cooing in a condescending voice, “What a good boy you are, Danny!”
Dan felt his skin burning at the utter humiliation that he was being put through…without the restraints, the degree to which he was CHOOSING to remain completely still for them was undeniable, and it cemented his absolute submission to them even more solidly in his mind. He felt hair beginning to brush against his thighs, tongues beginning to run along his fingers and toes, and moaned unintelligibly. He wanted to grab, to thrust, but the threat of losing his weekly orgasm was too much, and he focused every iota of his willpower into laying there, unmoving.
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When each of them reached his hands, they would lower themselves slightly and linger for a few moments before continuing the motion, so that for an instant he could feel the full warmth and weight of their luscious breasts in his hands before they disappeared once more. When they reached his shoulder, each of the girls would lean in for a moment and wetly kiss against the side of his face, as her breasts pressed against his neck. Dan had been obsessed with both of these women’s chests since his first moments with each of them, and keeping his body still as they rubbed and pressed against him was nearly impossible, but he somehow managed.
While that was happening, Trixi scooted forward, resting Dan’s head in her lap and propping him up so that he could easily see the others a bit better. He could feel the soft, warm skin of her thighs resting against his neck, and as he watched Cindi and Destiny teasing him with their massive tits, he felt Trixi’s long, delicate fingers and black nails begin to stroke at his face, where she began to lightly trace around his earlobes, his jawline, and his lips in tender, sensual movements. “Remember Dan,” she giggled down at him, her jet black pigtails bouncing around her face, “You can make all the silly faces you want, but no moving and no kissing…”
Suddenly, to his horror, he felt four sharp, manicured nails press lightly into the arch of his left foot, and looked down (as much as he could without moving his head) to see Dominique grinning up at him. In spite of himself, he almost let a “please” out, but he stopped himself just in time, turning it into another desperate moan that caused several of his captors to break out into giggles again. “Oooh good save, Danny! God, this is hilarious!” Dominique said with a grin, as she began to lightly drag her nails against Dan’s sensitive sole, watching as he struggled and shook with effort not to pull his foot away, “What a mind fuck Destiny, this is great! I’ve never gotten a boy to just sit there and take it like this!”
Dan’s face burned red as he strained to keep his foot still, while Dominique traced soft, maddening zig zagging lines along the wrinkled arch of his foot. The soft, inescapable tickling sensation of Trixi’s fingertip against his lips and the heavy, warm, liquid weight of Destiny and Cindi’s breasts settling into his fingers continued as well. Despite the stakes, he could feel his resolve starting to slip. Every inch of him was screaming to move, and the intensifying sensation of Dominique’s nails against his sensitive skin was magnifying that instinct ten fold. He glanced at the clock on the wall without moving his head, and almost fainted when he realized that he had been playing this insane new game for less than 15 minutes.
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She pulled her mouth away from his skin slightly, giving a slight smile of pleased arousal, and then began kissing slowly and sensuously up his inner thigh. Each kiss took almost 5 seconds, and her lips parted slightly, leaving a wet, lingering sensation where she touched his skin. His cock, already throbbing, was bouncing and twitching uncontrollably now, and Dan began audibly panting as she moved closer and closer towards it.
“Awww” Cindi giggled at his right, as she began jiggling her massive breasts into Dan’s palms, watching him struggle as she continued in a condescending, sing songy voice, “Is poor Danny getting all excited? Don’t forget baby, you gotta follow the rules, one little movement and you can kiss your cummies goodbye for the week. We’re all watching very closely…”
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Chapter 3: Dan’s First Mistake
As he watched, Lexie kissed up and down Daniel’s thighs, scrotum, and the very base of his cock, but she didn’t move any higher. As he stared at her, wild eyed and silently begging, she cradled his cock in her hands, moving it out of the way of her mouth so she could kiss slowly around it, letting her fiery red hair brush lightly against it as she tongued gently at his extreme inner thigh and scrotum. She massaged his balls without ceasing, and every 5 minutes or so would run one finger lightly and slowly up the underside of his cock one time. But that was it.
Whenever Dan’s breathing slowed, or his moaning stopped for a moment or two, Lexie would look at him with those liquid emerald eyes and ask in a voice dripping with false innocence, “Do you want more Daniel? Do you want to feel my wet tongue? My warm mouth?” He almost screamed in frustration, but struggled to keep himself from forming words, and Lexie’s smile grew wider and more predatory as she continued, encouraged by his frenzy, “Awww, does my dearest Daniel want to say something? What is it darling? What do you want me to do with my soft lips? Can you give me a hint?”
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As he watched her, she lifted her ass off of him, and slid one hand down to his cock, guiding it towards the glistening wetness beneath her small red tuft of manicured public hair. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt her begin to slide the tip of his cock up and down the length of her moist lips, feeling the warm slickness of her. It took every ounce of will he had to keep his hips from moving, and a long, choked wheezing began to emanate from the depths of him. Then, as he mouth contorted into an “O” of agonizing pleasure, he felt her slide just the tip of his cock inside of her. He felt her lips tighten around him, holding only about an inch of him inside, and his desperate wheezing morphed into a high pitched whimper that surprised even him.
At first, she stayed as still as he was, making him feel her with no movement at all, but after almost a minute of this, Lexie began tightening herself around him in quick squeezes, and this time a strand of drool fell from his lips as he opened his mouth to cry out. Soon she was moving slowly against him, riding up and down against him only slightly. “Oooooooh…” she breathed, her freckled cheeks reddening with arousal as she ground her clit against his swollen cock head, but even now she retained that air of refined wealth that somehow always exuded from her, “Oh… that feels so delicious, darling…I want you to fuck me…I want you to thrust into me to the HILT, oh god Daniel…”
With a bit of an Ice Queen personality, Lexie rarely seemed out of control, and even when she was obviously turned on herself, she treated Dan with an indifference that he found oddly attractive. She was pretty clearly the most experienced member of the group, and he had learned by now to ignore anything she said in circumstances like this. She was a viper looking to strike, and despite the ecstasy of sexual pleasure he was currently overloaded on, she would take it away and punish him for it the second he gave her the smallest reason. But as she ground wetly against his cock head and moaned in his face, he felt his resolve begin to crack and strain even further, despite all of that. He didn’t know if he was going to make it through this.
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And that was when Dan, who was so focused on ignoring the instincts of his aching cock, so focused on keeping his hips still, made the first costly mistake of his tenure as a professional Tease Toy.
In an unconscious attempt to strengthen his resolve against the onslaught against his cock, as he struggled to keep his hips still, he automatically began tightening his hands into fists…and inadvertently squeezed his fingers lightly around the breasts laying in each of his hands.
The results were instantaneous. Destiny and Cindi both giggled, and called out “Movement!” in an incredibly pleased and happy tone, and they quickly moved to firmly hold Daniel’s wrists in place, pulling their breasts away from him. The second they did, Trixi and Dominique pulled their hands away, and Lexie let his cock slide out of her as she began to climb off of him as well.
Dan looked around in a panic, not believing what was happening. He had barely twitched his fingers…They weren’t really going to do this to him, were they? They couldn’t do this to him. Not for something so small. Not after the week they’d just put him through. Not after the NIGHT they’d just put him through. Right?
For a few moments he didn’t move, desperately hoping that it was such a minor offense that they would let him finish the game, that they would still give him the chance to earn the orgasm that he had been waiting for for a whole week, but Destiny just giggled and poked him, “What are you doing silly, the game’s over! You lost, baby…What, did you think we weren’t gonna feel you grabbing a big handful of boob, naughty boy?”
Dan moaned, his voice quavering as he struggled not to cry, “No…no Destiny…no please don’t do this, it was an accident…I was trying so hard not to move my hips that I…I swear, I wasn’t trying to…” he trailed off, looking from face to face and seeing absolutely no empathy with his situation. He felt tears actually begin to spill down his cheeks as he began to shake, babbling desperately. “No. No, p-please, I tried to be so good, I…I can’t wait another whole week, please don’t do this…Cindi I’m sorry, please just…please don’t take away my orgasm, just…just let me jerk off for you, that will be enough, please…”
Cindi wrapped her arms around him at that, pulling his crying face tightly against her bare tits and cradling him lovingly. “Awww I’m so sorry Danny!” she giggled in a sweet voice as she held him close, stroking his hair as she mashed his wet face against her creamy melons, “Are you feeling frustrated? Well you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself baby…all you had to do was be a good boy, and you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” He struggled weakly in her arms, simultaneously reveling in the feeling of her body and grieving the satisfying eruption that had been taken away from him.
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Cindi loosened her grip, and let Dan fall limply between them, as she looked down at him with her playful, dancing blue eyes, and giggled, “Don’t worry Dan, the night’s not over just because you lost…I think Lexie’s still feeling pretty hot and bothered after playing with your poor aching cock head against her juicy pussy like that…Dominique, do you and Lexie want to give poor Danny a little show to make him feel better about losing?”
As Dan lay there, entangled in Cindi and Destiny’s arms and legs against the headboard, he watched with wide eyes and a dripping cock as Lexie climbed up the bed on all fours between his legs, each now held wide and tightly between Cindi’s and Destiny’s respective thighs. When her face was inches from his cock, she arched her back, sticking her round freckled bottom in the air behind her. Then, as Lexie wiggled and smiled at Dan, he watched Dominique climb onto the bed behind her, wearing one of the largest strap on dildo’s Dan had ever seen. It was attached to her waist with a series of buckles and straps, and Dan guessed that the thick, veiny flesh colored silicon toy was at least ten inches long.
He felt both Destiny and Cindi begin to tug at his arms, pulling his biceps deeper into the softness of each of their chests, and then moaned as he felt each of them begin to guide his hands down each of their soft stomach’s and between their warm, wet thighs. Then he watched as Dominique stood up on her knees behind Lexie, firmly grasping her hips and teasing the dildo against her wet pussy with a hungry leering sneer. Lexie’s gorgeous mouth opened wide in a gasp of pleasure, and she looked directly into Dan’s face as she did. He felt his own fingers slide into Destiny and Cindi, and sobbed as he watched Dominique slowly slide inside of Lexie.
“Ohhh…” Lexie groaned in a guttural voice, her jaw dropping and her eyelids fluttering as Dominique’s strap on cock filled her up. She fell forward a bit as she took the full length of it inside of her, and brushed her hair out of her face so that she could look up at Dan’s desperate, tear stained face. “Oh god this could have been your cock Daniel…FUCK it’s so deep inside of me…” as she gasped, she looked back over her shoulder at her lover and grinned, “What are you waiting for, fuck me baby!”
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He felt Cindi’s soft hands sliding around his chest and pulling him back against her, and both Destiny’s calves around his right leg and Cindi’s around his left suddenly tightened and spread his legs farther apart. And as Dominique thrust into Lexie again and again, each aggressive forward motion pushed Lexie’s wet, gasping mouth closer to his leaking cock. Soon he could feel the hot, moaning blasts of her breath against his shaft, and he sobbed wildly as he struggled in vain to free himself from the sea of soft, smooth, perfumed, girly flesh that he was entangled in.
As the show went on and on, Destiny and Cindi began to snuggle closer against him, nuzzling Dan’s neck and ears from either side of him, and stroking his contorted, desperate face empathetically as he watched Krista pounding away at Lexie’s gorgeous ass. “Awww poor sweetie!” Destiny breathed in his ear, as she lightly stroked at his nipple, “I know you feel frustrated…Your poor cock must be so full huh? And now you have to wait a WHOLE extra week before you get that release you’ve been dreaming about…I hope groping my titties was worth it, naughty boy…”
Cindi giggled in his other ear, and lightly kissed at his earlobe as she joined in, “Poor horny Danny…Sooooo hard and throbbing and so helpless…Wow Lexie’s mouth looks yummy panting against your cock right now…Just think Danny, if you had only been a good boy, that would be your cock inside of her right now, thrusting and thrusting while you felt her ass bouncing and slapping against you…” He felt both of them tighten their warm, enveloping thighs against his hands, and felt each of them begin to grind against his fingers, almost in tandem. He burst out into another fresh round of sobbing pleas for mercy.
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This new, horrifying game continued for at least another hour, as Lexie squealed in one shuddering orgasm after another. And while it did, his mind raced, considering what lay ahead of him now. “My second week?” he thought to himself with a plummeting stomach as he stared at Lexie’s gasping mouth less than an inch from his twitching cock, “They’re already denying me…for twitching my fingers…on my second week? What if they do it again next week? What if they don’t let me ever cum again? Oh god, what have I done?”
Every time Dan cried, or begged, or tried to negotiate, Cindi and Destiny simply renewed their sickly sweet chorus of empathy and encouragement with “Awww poor baby!” and “Does poor Danny’s cock need attention?” and “Silly horny Danny, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to take such good care of you, we promise…” in his ears as he swirled his fingers against both of them. Time blurred after a while, and when his shift was finally finished, and they pulled away from him, Dan was limp, sweating, and shaking wildly. He gasped for breath, his hair plastered against his face with sweat, and the wild look in his eye sent another round of giggles through the room.
