It's bad enough to fall into the clutches of a dominant senior executive with unique ideas about mentoring. But what if you're not the only ambitious young man on her list…?
UNDRESSED FOR SUCCESS: EXECUTIVE PERKS
by
T.T. Gore
“But I can’t DO this!” Doug blubbered. “Jesus GOD! I just can’t—!”
“Listen, we’ve got no fucking CHOICE!” Andy replied. “You KNOW what’ll happen if we don’t do as we’re told!”
Doug continued to blubber…but he also continued to take off his clothes. He DID know what would happen if he and Andy refused to follow orders: those shocking, disgusting videos would be posted to the company intranet! So their only option was to…to…but he could hardly force himself to THINK about it!
He cringed with humiliation at the prospect of…of…sex with another GUY! There! He’d admitted it to himself! In another minute or two he and Andy would be kneeling face to face on the rug at the foot of the bed, bare-ass naked, trying their best to achieve erection. And though he hated to admit it, his feelings of shame and humiliation were accompanied by a tinge of anticipation…
Andy knelt on the rug and with a moan Doug did likewise. The two young men—Doug a handsome well-built brown-eyed brunette, Andy a good-looking slender silk-skinned brown-eyed blonde—were shivering though the bedroom was at a comfortable temperature. Goose bumps roughened their skin, causing the hairs on their arms and legs to stiffen like tiny quills.
“W-w-what do we do now…?” Doug stammered. He found himself staring into Andy’s big brown eyes. He experienced a sudden desire to put his hands on the blonde’s shoulders. After a moment, he did so.
“Omygod!” Andy moaned, arching his back and gyrating his curvy buttocks. “Omygod this is SO fucking WRONG—!”
He put a hand on Doug’s chest and ran his fingers through the brunette’s dark chest hair. Now it was Doug’s turn to wiggle his ass and moan!
“So are you feeling anything…?” Andy whispered. He put his free hand to work, toying with the tangled curls of the brunette’s pubic hair. “Because I have to admit, I am…”
Oh yes, Doug was FEELING something, all right! His joystick was beginning to rise…and lengthen itself…and he felt something sweet begin to stir…low in his belly…deep in his balls…
“Oh SHIT!” Doug whined, digging his fingers into Andy’s shoulders. “This can’t be HAPPENING—!”
But it WAS happening—the brunette’s boy toy was stirring, rising, getting longer—!
“Naughty, naughty!” a voice chided them from the doorway.
It was Martha, of course. She’d been watching them all along. Now she strode into the bedroom, her scarlet silk robe clinging to her voluptuous curves.
“Goodness GRACIOUS!” she chortled, surveying the naked pair with a salacious smile. “You two make SUCH a cute couple! And it looks to me as though you’re somewhat ATTRACTED to one another!”
Doug blushed furiously. It was true! His cock was rigidly erect—as was Andy’s! God, there was something SO sexy about the situation! The thought of doing it with this blonde cutie under Martha’s supervision made him squirm with anticipation!
He didn’t know Andy well— Gigantatron was a big company and they worked in different departments. But they both belonged to Martha Calderone, the sadistic fortysomething senior executive whose hobby was enslaving younger men! No doubt Andy’s story was similar to his own: the seduction, the kinky variations, the revelation of embarrassing videos, the offer that couldn’t be refused.
The thought of being OWNED by this older woman gave Doug a loose, greasy feeling low in his belly. It was humiliating—degrading—disgusting! Oh, the things she’d made him do! And now this! Martha had promised him a surprise. And after she forced him to confess the details of his brief bi-curious college romp he should have realized what was coming…
“Have you both taken your Viagra?” Martha inquired.
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” they chorused.
“Good! Now I’m sure you boys would like to spend some time getting to know one another,” Martha was tossing a coin in her hand. “But first we have to get something settled. Call it, Doug!”
“Heads,” he responded automatically.
“How very appropriate,” she snickered. “And heads it is! So, Doug, to tickle or be tickled? That is the question…”
“Huh?”
“You won the coin toss,” Martha explained. So you get to choose!”
“Y-y-y-you mean…?”
“That’s right, one of you is going to be tickled PINK by the other!”
Doug and Andy exchanged a speculative glance.
“Hmmm…” Doug muttered. “Well…I suppose…that I’d be pretty in pink…”
Martha clapped her hands and laughed delightedly.
“You sure about this?” Andy whispered. There was an avid glint in his eyes.
“Yeah…”
Under Martha’s supervision, the necessary arrangements were quickly completed. Doug found himself face up on an ottoman that was positioned in the center of the room, with his wrists and ankles duct-taped to its legs. Lying there staring up at the ceiling, he felt deliciously helpless and exposed. And much as he hated to admit it to himself, the thought of being tickled by a cutie-pie like Andy made his BALLS tremble—!
“See Dougie-poo? I promised I’d have a surprise for you this time!” Martha knelt by his side, putting a hand on the brunette’s hirsute chest. “Now let’s see if it’s actually possible for a horny stud like you to be tickled to ORGASM!”
This was Andy’s cue to take his place at the foot of the ottoman. He knelt quietly, waiting for permission to begin.
“All right, young man,” Martha said after a moment. “He’s all yours. I’ll just sit over there”—she gestured toward the armchair that matched the ottoman—“and enjoy the show!”
“All set, big boy?” Andy inquired as Martha took her seat. “God, this is going to be FUN—!”
And with no more ado he commenced his ticklish assault, stroking Doug’s thighs with sharp-nailed fingers!
“GAAAAAA-HAA-HA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the brunette bellowed. He arched his back and bounced his buttocks on the ottoman as thrill after ticklish thrill shot through his body!
“Surely you can laugh louder than THAT!” Andy exclaimed, warming to his task. “Come ON, Dougie-poo! Let’s HEAR it!”
“AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Doug shrieked, doing his very best to obey the blonde’s imperious command. “OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“LOUDER, Dougie-poo! You’re not TRYING—!”
“YAAAAAAEEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
The madness continued for many minutes, with Andy’s dancing fingers tormenting Doug’s thighs and hips, until the brunette was certain than another minute more would drive him completely out of his tiny MIND! But Martha’s sense of timing was exquisite and she called a halt before the worst could happen.
“You’d better give him a moment to catch his breath,” she admonished Andy. “We wouldn’t want him to pass out on us!”
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” the blonde replied obediently. He leaned back on his heels, surveying his work so far with evident satisfaction. Doug was gasping for breath. His bare body was covered with a delicate sweat. His face was bright pink. And his precious penis was standing TALL!
Andy caressed his own yearning member. Martha noticed this and chuckled.
“Careful, now!” she admonished him. “If you make a mess without permission I shall have to PUNISH you, Andy-candy!”
“Yes, Ms. Calderone.”
While they chatted Doug struggled to draw air into his laboring lungs and prayed for an end to the torture—or rather he prayed for a happy ending! His cock was throbbing and his balls were tense with desire. The Viagra was doing its stuff!
“Well!” Martha exclaimed. She rose from her chair and strolled over to stand by the side of the ottoman. “I think that for round two I’ll join you boys. I want a ringside seat when you cum all OVER yourself, Dougie-poo!”
The brunette cringed—whether with dread or desire he couldn’t really say. Martha knelt at the head of the ottoman, gesturing for Andy to resume his former post.
“Did you remember the feather?” she asked.
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” the blonde replied. He held it up: a wicked-looking, stiff white feather.
“Excellent! Shall we begin?”
And before Doug could voice a protest, the dominatrix and her minion set to work!
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” the brunette shrieked as the tip as the feather caressed the swollen head of his yearning joystick! “EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!” he screamed as thumbs and fingers tweaked his rigid nipples!
“Ah!” Martha sighed, running her fingers through Doug’s damp chest hair before giving his nipples another tweak. “You’re such a handsome stud! Yet so sensitive…”
“AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” the brunette yelped. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
The feather was caressing his BALLS now and the sensation thus produced made Doug do his devoted best to turn himself inside the fuck OUT! A plague of goose bumps roughened his skin! His belly convulsed and his limbs trembled as he strained to force out howl after roof-raising howl of demented LAUGHTER! And each time Martha tweaked his nipples, the sweet pain caused him to squeeze out a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum…
“I think he’s getting close,” Andy reported in a somewhat unsteady voice.
“Not quite yet!” Martha chuckled. “You’re not ready to disgrace yourself just YET, are you?” she asked their victim. “No, Dougie-poo, I think you want us to PLAY with you some more!”
And she suited the action to the word by going to work on Doug’s ribs!
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he bellowed, jerking his torso to and fro as Martha’s flexing fingers dug in. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEEEEESE!!! IT TICK-HICK-HICKLES TOO-HOO-HOO-OOO-HOO MUUUU-UUUU-UUUU-UUCH!!!”
“DOES it?” Martha snickered. “Ah, but Dougie-poo, the sound of your laughter, the sight of your pink contorted face, the scent of your musky sweat are among my most treasured executive perks!”
“AAAAAAR-AAAAAAR-AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” Doug yowled. The fucking FEATHER was stroking up and down, up and fucking DOWN, along the length of his fucking COCK! He squeezed out another drop of pre cum in a desperate bid to force himself over the edge! Because if he could DO it—if he could CUM—then they might stop TICKLING him—!
“I think he LIKES it, Ms. Calderone!” Andy’s face wore an intent expression. His tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth.
“OH-NO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!!” Doug protested, squirming and shivering in a fit of hilarious hysteria. “I HAAAAY-HAY-AAAAY-HAY-HAT-HAAAATE IT!!!
IT’S KILL-HILL-ILL-HILL-HILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“You are such a DRAMA queen,” Martha sneered. “Image a virile horndog like you being all undone by a little bit of TICKLING!”
Undone was right! That was exactly how Doug felt—like all the nuts and bolts that held his body and his mind together were getting looser and looser—that he was right on the verge of being tickled to BITS—!
“I think he’s going to cum…” Andy whispered.
But Doug didn’t! Oh, he TRIED to force himself—but the feather’s caress was just a touch too delicate to get the job done! Perhaps if Martha tweaked his fucking NIPPLES again that sweet pain would do it—but she was stroking his fucking BELLY with her well-honed nails and it was driving him BUGFUCK—!
“I think he’s ready to perform for us now,” the beautiful dominatrix opined. “I think, Andy-candy, if you ply our plaything’s boy toy just a little bit more firmly…”
“UUUUUUM!!! UUUUUUM!!!” Doug moaned as the blonde complied. The feather swirled over the head of his cock…teasing the pee hole…
“Let’s try this again,” Martha whispered.
“AAAAAAYRRRRRRGH!!!” The brunette screamed as she tweaked his nipples again. “OH IT HUUUUUURRRRRRTS!!!”
“Yes, but you ADORE the way I hurt you, Dougie-poo!” Martha tweaked again. “I can tell!”
Yes—yes—YES! Doug DID adore the sweet, sweet pain…because it was making his balls tighten…and making his muscles go tense…and stoking a greasy smoldering fire low in his belly…
“He’s going to DO it!” Andy announced.
For a moment Doug thought that the blonde was wrong—he wasn’t THERE yet—it wasn’t going to happen—but then—!
“UGH!” he grunted as that absolutely GLORIOUS sensation swept over him. “UGH!!! UGH!!! GRRRRRRUUUUUUGH—!!!”
Oh Jesus GOD he was doing it—he was doing it at LAST! Doug launched his load with joyous, ass-wiggling abandon, grunting and gasping as he emptied his balls! Martha scooted back to avoid being squirted. And she laughed when his first muscular shot hit the brunette right in the face!
“Oh, Dougie-poo!” she chortled. “How DISGRACEFUL!”
Yes, Doug KNEW he was disgracing himself with a pathetic display of incontinence and he KNEW he should feel ashamed and humiliated—but he didn’t fucking CARE! All he DID care about was the roaring freight train of absolute fucking ECSTASY that was taking him to horndog HEAVEN—!
“Wow.” Andy whispered from the foot of the ottoman. “Just wow…”
Then it was over. Doug lay there, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, spattered from face to groin with the most precious essence of his body. His penis, courtesy no doubt of the Viagra, was still standing tall…
“Now for the FUN part!” Martha exclaimed. “I think you know what to do, Andy-candy!”
“EEEEEEEE!!!” Doug squealed as the feather began to stroke the hypersensitive head of his tumid tool. “HIIIIIIEEEEEEK!!! DOOOON’T DOOOO THAAAAT—!!!”
“A bit SENSITIVE, is it?” Andy snickered. “But it’s good, right? You LIKE it, right?”
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAAAR-HAR-AAAAAAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Doug shrieked, writhing like a weasel wired to a car battery as the feather dipped down to stroke his balls. “OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!!”
“Have you something MORE for us?” Martha inquired, punctuating the question by raking the brunette’s sides with her nails. “Get it OUT for us, Dougie-poo! Get it out for us and we’ll STOP—!”
And he did have more for them! It took five solid minutes of hilarious torture but Doug finally managed to give them what they wanted! Martha and Andy laughed heartily as he disgraced himself for a second time…
“Well,” Martha sighed as she rose from her knees, “that was certainly a good effort on your part, Dougie-poo! I think you’ve earned a nice long break! Now come here, young man,” she added, crooking a finger at Andy.
The blonde scampered to her side.
“You’re SO adorable,” Martha said, tousling his hair. “And you did SUCH a good job with your new best friend. Did you ENJOY yourself, Andy-candy?”
“Oh, yes…”
“Good! I was sure that you boys would hit it off! Now, we have all weekend to experiment with our handsome tickle toy but right now I think I shall avail myself of another executive perk! Into bed with you!”
She sent the slender, silk-skinned blonde on his way with a swat to the fanny that made him yelp. Then she turned on her heel to gaze down at Doug.
“For the next hour or so I’m going to be giving Andy-candy some very advanced anatomy lessons,” she said. “So don’t be concerned if you hear pleas for mercy and the occasional scream! Just relax and we’ll get back to you, Dougie–poo. The night is young and you owe us two more loads!”
Doug moaned as Martha turned and strode toward the bed, shrugging off her robe as she went. Two more loads?!
He was sure he could do better than that…
UNDRESSED FOR SUCCESS: EXECUTIVE PERKS
by
T.T. Gore
“But I can’t DO this!” Doug blubbered. “Jesus GOD! I just can’t—!”
“Listen, we’ve got no fucking CHOICE!” Andy replied. “You KNOW what’ll happen if we don’t do as we’re told!”
Doug continued to blubber…but he also continued to take off his clothes. He DID know what would happen if he and Andy refused to follow orders: those shocking, disgusting videos would be posted to the company intranet! So their only option was to…to…but he could hardly force himself to THINK about it!
He cringed with humiliation at the prospect of…of…sex with another GUY! There! He’d admitted it to himself! In another minute or two he and Andy would be kneeling face to face on the rug at the foot of the bed, bare-ass naked, trying their best to achieve erection. And though he hated to admit it, his feelings of shame and humiliation were accompanied by a tinge of anticipation…
Andy knelt on the rug and with a moan Doug did likewise. The two young men—Doug a handsome well-built brown-eyed brunette, Andy a good-looking slender silk-skinned brown-eyed blonde—were shivering though the bedroom was at a comfortable temperature. Goose bumps roughened their skin, causing the hairs on their arms and legs to stiffen like tiny quills.
“W-w-what do we do now…?” Doug stammered. He found himself staring into Andy’s big brown eyes. He experienced a sudden desire to put his hands on the blonde’s shoulders. After a moment, he did so.
“Omygod!” Andy moaned, arching his back and gyrating his curvy buttocks. “Omygod this is SO fucking WRONG—!”
He put a hand on Doug’s chest and ran his fingers through the brunette’s dark chest hair. Now it was Doug’s turn to wiggle his ass and moan!
“So are you feeling anything…?” Andy whispered. He put his free hand to work, toying with the tangled curls of the brunette’s pubic hair. “Because I have to admit, I am…”
Oh yes, Doug was FEELING something, all right! His joystick was beginning to rise…and lengthen itself…and he felt something sweet begin to stir…low in his belly…deep in his balls…
“Oh SHIT!” Doug whined, digging his fingers into Andy’s shoulders. “This can’t be HAPPENING—!”
But it WAS happening—the brunette’s boy toy was stirring, rising, getting longer—!
“Naughty, naughty!” a voice chided them from the doorway.
It was Martha, of course. She’d been watching them all along. Now she strode into the bedroom, her scarlet silk robe clinging to her voluptuous curves.
“Goodness GRACIOUS!” she chortled, surveying the naked pair with a salacious smile. “You two make SUCH a cute couple! And it looks to me as though you’re somewhat ATTRACTED to one another!”
Doug blushed furiously. It was true! His cock was rigidly erect—as was Andy’s! God, there was something SO sexy about the situation! The thought of doing it with this blonde cutie under Martha’s supervision made him squirm with anticipation!
He didn’t know Andy well— Gigantatron was a big company and they worked in different departments. But they both belonged to Martha Calderone, the sadistic fortysomething senior executive whose hobby was enslaving younger men! No doubt Andy’s story was similar to his own: the seduction, the kinky variations, the revelation of embarrassing videos, the offer that couldn’t be refused.
The thought of being OWNED by this older woman gave Doug a loose, greasy feeling low in his belly. It was humiliating—degrading—disgusting! Oh, the things she’d made him do! And now this! Martha had promised him a surprise. And after she forced him to confess the details of his brief bi-curious college romp he should have realized what was coming…
“Have you both taken your Viagra?” Martha inquired.
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” they chorused.
“Good! Now I’m sure you boys would like to spend some time getting to know one another,” Martha was tossing a coin in her hand. “But first we have to get something settled. Call it, Doug!”
“Heads,” he responded automatically.
“How very appropriate,” she snickered. “And heads it is! So, Doug, to tickle or be tickled? That is the question…”
“Huh?”
“You won the coin toss,” Martha explained. So you get to choose!”
“Y-y-y-you mean…?”
“That’s right, one of you is going to be tickled PINK by the other!”
Doug and Andy exchanged a speculative glance.
“Hmmm…” Doug muttered. “Well…I suppose…that I’d be pretty in pink…”
Martha clapped her hands and laughed delightedly.
“You sure about this?” Andy whispered. There was an avid glint in his eyes.
“Yeah…”
Under Martha’s supervision, the necessary arrangements were quickly completed. Doug found himself face up on an ottoman that was positioned in the center of the room, with his wrists and ankles duct-taped to its legs. Lying there staring up at the ceiling, he felt deliciously helpless and exposed. And much as he hated to admit it to himself, the thought of being tickled by a cutie-pie like Andy made his BALLS tremble—!
“See Dougie-poo? I promised I’d have a surprise for you this time!” Martha knelt by his side, putting a hand on the brunette’s hirsute chest. “Now let’s see if it’s actually possible for a horny stud like you to be tickled to ORGASM!”
This was Andy’s cue to take his place at the foot of the ottoman. He knelt quietly, waiting for permission to begin.
“All right, young man,” Martha said after a moment. “He’s all yours. I’ll just sit over there”—she gestured toward the armchair that matched the ottoman—“and enjoy the show!”
“All set, big boy?” Andy inquired as Martha took her seat. “God, this is going to be FUN—!”
And with no more ado he commenced his ticklish assault, stroking Doug’s thighs with sharp-nailed fingers!
“GAAAAAA-HAA-HA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” the brunette bellowed. He arched his back and bounced his buttocks on the ottoman as thrill after ticklish thrill shot through his body!
“Surely you can laugh louder than THAT!” Andy exclaimed, warming to his task. “Come ON, Dougie-poo! Let’s HEAR it!”
“AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Doug shrieked, doing his very best to obey the blonde’s imperious command. “OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“LOUDER, Dougie-poo! You’re not TRYING—!”
“YAAAAAAEEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
The madness continued for many minutes, with Andy’s dancing fingers tormenting Doug’s thighs and hips, until the brunette was certain than another minute more would drive him completely out of his tiny MIND! But Martha’s sense of timing was exquisite and she called a halt before the worst could happen.
“You’d better give him a moment to catch his breath,” she admonished Andy. “We wouldn’t want him to pass out on us!”
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” the blonde replied obediently. He leaned back on his heels, surveying his work so far with evident satisfaction. Doug was gasping for breath. His bare body was covered with a delicate sweat. His face was bright pink. And his precious penis was standing TALL!
Andy caressed his own yearning member. Martha noticed this and chuckled.
“Careful, now!” she admonished him. “If you make a mess without permission I shall have to PUNISH you, Andy-candy!”
“Yes, Ms. Calderone.”
While they chatted Doug struggled to draw air into his laboring lungs and prayed for an end to the torture—or rather he prayed for a happy ending! His cock was throbbing and his balls were tense with desire. The Viagra was doing its stuff!
“Well!” Martha exclaimed. She rose from her chair and strolled over to stand by the side of the ottoman. “I think that for round two I’ll join you boys. I want a ringside seat when you cum all OVER yourself, Dougie-poo!”
The brunette cringed—whether with dread or desire he couldn’t really say. Martha knelt at the head of the ottoman, gesturing for Andy to resume his former post.
“Did you remember the feather?” she asked.
“Yes, Ms. Calderone,” the blonde replied. He held it up: a wicked-looking, stiff white feather.
“Excellent! Shall we begin?”
And before Doug could voice a protest, the dominatrix and her minion set to work!
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” the brunette shrieked as the tip as the feather caressed the swollen head of his yearning joystick! “EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!” he screamed as thumbs and fingers tweaked his rigid nipples!
“Ah!” Martha sighed, running her fingers through Doug’s damp chest hair before giving his nipples another tweak. “You’re such a handsome stud! Yet so sensitive…”
“AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” the brunette yelped. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
The feather was caressing his BALLS now and the sensation thus produced made Doug do his devoted best to turn himself inside the fuck OUT! A plague of goose bumps roughened his skin! His belly convulsed and his limbs trembled as he strained to force out howl after roof-raising howl of demented LAUGHTER! And each time Martha tweaked his nipples, the sweet pain caused him to squeeze out a clear, tiny drop of pre-cum…
“I think he’s getting close,” Andy reported in a somewhat unsteady voice.
“Not quite yet!” Martha chuckled. “You’re not ready to disgrace yourself just YET, are you?” she asked their victim. “No, Dougie-poo, I think you want us to PLAY with you some more!”
And she suited the action to the word by going to work on Doug’s ribs!
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he bellowed, jerking his torso to and fro as Martha’s flexing fingers dug in. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEEEEESE!!! IT TICK-HICK-HICKLES TOO-HOO-HOO-OOO-HOO MUUUU-UUUU-UUUU-UUCH!!!”
“DOES it?” Martha snickered. “Ah, but Dougie-poo, the sound of your laughter, the sight of your pink contorted face, the scent of your musky sweat are among my most treasured executive perks!”
“AAAAAAR-AAAAAAR-AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!” Doug yowled. The fucking FEATHER was stroking up and down, up and fucking DOWN, along the length of his fucking COCK! He squeezed out another drop of pre cum in a desperate bid to force himself over the edge! Because if he could DO it—if he could CUM—then they might stop TICKLING him—!
“I think he LIKES it, Ms. Calderone!” Andy’s face wore an intent expression. His tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth.
“OH-NO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!!” Doug protested, squirming and shivering in a fit of hilarious hysteria. “I HAAAAY-HAY-AAAAY-HAY-HAT-HAAAATE IT!!!
IT’S KILL-HILL-ILL-HILL-HILLING MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIIIEEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“You are such a DRAMA queen,” Martha sneered. “Image a virile horndog like you being all undone by a little bit of TICKLING!”
Undone was right! That was exactly how Doug felt—like all the nuts and bolts that held his body and his mind together were getting looser and looser—that he was right on the verge of being tickled to BITS—!
“I think he’s going to cum…” Andy whispered.
But Doug didn’t! Oh, he TRIED to force himself—but the feather’s caress was just a touch too delicate to get the job done! Perhaps if Martha tweaked his fucking NIPPLES again that sweet pain would do it—but she was stroking his fucking BELLY with her well-honed nails and it was driving him BUGFUCK—!
“I think he’s ready to perform for us now,” the beautiful dominatrix opined. “I think, Andy-candy, if you ply our plaything’s boy toy just a little bit more firmly…”
“UUUUUUM!!! UUUUUUM!!!” Doug moaned as the blonde complied. The feather swirled over the head of his cock…teasing the pee hole…
“Let’s try this again,” Martha whispered.
“AAAAAAYRRRRRRGH!!!” The brunette screamed as she tweaked his nipples again. “OH IT HUUUUUURRRRRRTS!!!”
“Yes, but you ADORE the way I hurt you, Dougie-poo!” Martha tweaked again. “I can tell!”
Yes—yes—YES! Doug DID adore the sweet, sweet pain…because it was making his balls tighten…and making his muscles go tense…and stoking a greasy smoldering fire low in his belly…
“He’s going to DO it!” Andy announced.
For a moment Doug thought that the blonde was wrong—he wasn’t THERE yet—it wasn’t going to happen—but then—!
“UGH!” he grunted as that absolutely GLORIOUS sensation swept over him. “UGH!!! UGH!!! GRRRRRRUUUUUUGH—!!!”
Oh Jesus GOD he was doing it—he was doing it at LAST! Doug launched his load with joyous, ass-wiggling abandon, grunting and gasping as he emptied his balls! Martha scooted back to avoid being squirted. And she laughed when his first muscular shot hit the brunette right in the face!
“Oh, Dougie-poo!” she chortled. “How DISGRACEFUL!”
Yes, Doug KNEW he was disgracing himself with a pathetic display of incontinence and he KNEW he should feel ashamed and humiliated—but he didn’t fucking CARE! All he DID care about was the roaring freight train of absolute fucking ECSTASY that was taking him to horndog HEAVEN—!
“Wow.” Andy whispered from the foot of the ottoman. “Just wow…”
Then it was over. Doug lay there, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, spattered from face to groin with the most precious essence of his body. His penis, courtesy no doubt of the Viagra, was still standing tall…
“Now for the FUN part!” Martha exclaimed. “I think you know what to do, Andy-candy!”
“EEEEEEEE!!!” Doug squealed as the feather began to stroke the hypersensitive head of his tumid tool. “HIIIIIIEEEEEEK!!! DOOOON’T DOOOO THAAAAT—!!!”
“A bit SENSITIVE, is it?” Andy snickered. “But it’s good, right? You LIKE it, right?”
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAAAR-HAR-AAAAAAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Doug shrieked, writhing like a weasel wired to a car battery as the feather dipped down to stroke his balls. “OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!!”
“Have you something MORE for us?” Martha inquired, punctuating the question by raking the brunette’s sides with her nails. “Get it OUT for us, Dougie-poo! Get it out for us and we’ll STOP—!”
And he did have more for them! It took five solid minutes of hilarious torture but Doug finally managed to give them what they wanted! Martha and Andy laughed heartily as he disgraced himself for a second time…
“Well,” Martha sighed as she rose from her knees, “that was certainly a good effort on your part, Dougie-poo! I think you’ve earned a nice long break! Now come here, young man,” she added, crooking a finger at Andy.
The blonde scampered to her side.
“You’re SO adorable,” Martha said, tousling his hair. “And you did SUCH a good job with your new best friend. Did you ENJOY yourself, Andy-candy?”
“Oh, yes…”
“Good! I was sure that you boys would hit it off! Now, we have all weekend to experiment with our handsome tickle toy but right now I think I shall avail myself of another executive perk! Into bed with you!”
She sent the slender, silk-skinned blonde on his way with a swat to the fanny that made him yelp. Then she turned on her heel to gaze down at Doug.
“For the next hour or so I’m going to be giving Andy-candy some very advanced anatomy lessons,” she said. “So don’t be concerned if you hear pleas for mercy and the occasional scream! Just relax and we’ll get back to you, Dougie–poo. The night is young and you owe us two more loads!”
Doug moaned as Martha turned and strode toward the bed, shrugging off her robe as she went. Two more loads?!
He was sure he could do better than that…
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