Doug had often fantasized about teasing and orgasm denial. He rented an off-campus apartment for the summer after his first year in college. His girlfriend, Dawn, was going to be gone for the weekend so it seemed an ideal time to spend some alone time acting out his fantasies. He closed and locked the door to his apartment. Dawn had a key but she would not be back for two days.

Doug had a sturdy chair in the apartment. He pulled the ropes out of where he had them hidden in his closet and sat down. He secured his ankles to the legs of the chair and then secured his knees to the front of the arm rests. He wrapped some rope around his waist and hips. He insured his back was firmly pressed into the chair. Then he wrapped some rope around his neck and tied it off. The tricky part was the hands. He had to tie them in such a way that there was the illusion of being truly bound but so he could wiggle loose within a minute or so if he really wanted to. So he wrapped the rope around the struts in back of the chair and then took the loops that he had tied the ends of the ropes into. He wrapped both wrists with the rope again and again and then gritted his teeth, making himself work each wrist through the rope encircling the other wrist. As he was quite sweaty by now, his hands slipped through and he felt truly bound. He had no more sighed in relief at a task well done than there was the sounds of a key in the apartment door.

“Hey, Doug,” Dawn called out. “I forgot-“
She had intended to say she had forgotten her lipstick. He panicked when she knocked on the door. He had been so busy getting himself tied up he had not heard her approaching.
“Don’t come in,” he blurted. “Stay out.”
She grinned. ‘So’, she thought. ‘He’s doing something he doesn’t want me to know about.’ She was not naïve. She thought she knew what it probably was. It slightly angered her that he felt the need for that with her around so she unlocked the door and opened it. She stood in the doorway, surprised to say the least.

Doug froze. He was naked in the chair. Then panic set in. He struggled desperately, trying to pull his hands free. But, in his panic, he did not work them slowly and carefully through the ropes. He just yanked and pulled hard. The ropes slid over his skin, making him wince and tightening them beyond hope of getting loose on his own.

Dawn glanced around. She saw the other chair in front of him. There was a notebook lying opened on the seat and there was a magazine propped opened against the back of the chair. She saw that the magazine was clearly a porno book. It was opened to a couple of nude pictures. She picked up the notebook and saw it was his handwriting. It took one paragraph to figure out this was a story he wrote, a fantasy about being tied up by a woman. His struggles snapped her back to reality. Giddy with the possibilities, she ran around behind him and checked the ropes. They looked pretty secure but just in case, she grabbed up some more rope and secured his wrists even more.
“No, stop,” he yelled. “Get out.”
She kept checking the ropes and securing them even tighter.
“Sure, any minute now, Doug,” she mocked.
“Please, let me go, untie me,” he moaned.
She had never heard him beg her before and it sounded wonderful. She started skimming the notebook and getting ideas.

Dawn was a gorgeous nineteen year old girl with long dark hair and a slim but tanned and toned figure with breasts that were firm and round without being overly large. She looked at her boyfriend and the look in her eyes scared him. It was the look of a girl who suddenly realized she loved having power over a male. Suddenly, his fantasy was a nightmare for him but a dream for her. She licked her lips. She had a few fantasies of her own and a delicious streak of cruelty in her. She thought about calling her best friend, Rachel, but she wanted to explore this herself first.

Dawn decided to test the waters first. She began slowly stripping off her clothing but in a casual way, with a pretense that this was not to get a reaction out of him. But as she slid her pink panties down her lovely legs, Doug moaned in spite of himself and tried to wiggle in the chair.
She grinned and looked him up and down.
“You’re a big man in more ways than one, big indeed.”
As he turned red, she walked closer, holding her panties bunched into her right hand.
“Be a good boy,” she said in a mocking tone. “Open wide and say ‘ah’ for me, baby.”
She grinned, clearly emphasizing the word, ‘baby’ in mockery.
“Why?” he stammered.
“Because I want to gag you, silly boy.”
“No wait, please just untie me. Please. We can pretend this never happened.”
“Hmm,” she purred. “I can understand why you would want to do that but I intend to have proof that it happened.”

Dawn did not do anything obviously painful to make him open wide. She did not squeeze his balls or hold his nose closed or any of the things she could have done to make the helpless male open his mouth. Instead, she reached down and started caressing his balls, slightly rolling them in her soft hand. She toyed with them, fondling them with her long and graceful fingers.
“Come on now,” she purred. “Be a good boy and open wide.”
“I-I-I-I don’t want to be gagged,” Doug whimpered.
She started tracing a finger around his cock which started rapidly hardening.
“But I want you gagged- baby,” she smiled.
“Please,” he begged.
“Please what?” she teased. “Please gag you? Please stroke you? Please stop stroking you?”
“I- I’m not sure,” he stammered.
“Poor baby, don’t try to think,” she purred. “Just do as I tell you. It will all be for the best.”
His mind was a jumble. What she was doing to him was beyond his ability to control. She was driving him crazy, her fingers lightly grazing his cock. The stimulation was so frustrating because it was so little. He knew he could not come from the light teasing.
“Please,” he begged. “Can you stroke harder?”
She laughed.
“Well, of course I could but why would I?”
He hung his head in shame, realizing he had already been reduced to begging.
“You males are so weak,” she giggled. “Five minutes of teasing and orgasm denial as a reality instead of a fantasy and you already want to give up and come. I’ve always found it cute, really.”
She continued lightly caressing his cock as she talked. It registered on his mind that she was saying she had done this many times before. But it was very hard to coherently think about anything except wanting the stroking to continue and only end when the need was satisfied. Suddenly she stopped stroking! But the need was still there! Now he truly wanted her to continue.

“Please, don’t stop,” Doug blurted.
“So you want me to keep stroking?” she teased.
It was obvious that he did.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “It’s gone too far. Please finish it.”
“Well, if you’ll remember, I want something too, baby.”
She held up the panties. He sighed and gave in. He knew by this time that she would just keep teasing him until he did. He opened wide.
“Good boy,” she smiled as she stuffed them into his mouth.
She used tape, wrapping it round and round, to keep them in.
“Now the real fun begins,” she grinned.

Dawn put some lotion on her hands, making a show of doing it right in front of Doug. Then she took the bottle of lotion and spurted it around his cock. She laughed and he looked at her angrily.
“Sorry,” she giggled. “It just occurred to me that the bottle will be the only thing spurting tonight.”
Now he was really worried. How long was she going to keep him here and keep teasing him?
“Mmph. Yyyfffbbbfffff,” he moaned.
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite understand that,” she mocked. “What did you say?”
“MMff, mmmmrrrffff,” he mumbled.
“Yes, that’s what I thought you said.”
Then she went to work on him.

First, Dawn just stroked Doug, getting him as hard as she could. It was not a difficult task. As soon as he was rigidly hard, she would let go and wait until he went limp, then stroke him to full hardness again. She kept up this pattern for hours. It finally reached the point that he felt his balls tightening. He knew he was seconds away from coming. In spite of the hours of teasing, it felt like it was going to be worth it. He never had any idea that Dawn knew how to do anything like this, to tease and arouse like this and drag it out to the last possible moment. But he could feel how unbelievably good it was going to feel, how powerful and total the eruption and emptying were going to be. Oh yes, all worth it.
“Oh, yes,” she purred. “Just a couple of nice, long delicious strokes and you are there, aren’t you Dougy-wuggy?”
He nodded and moaned desperately in sudden fear as she gave him one long, sensuous, endless, agonizingly slow and frustrating stroke as her hand kept going up and up straight over the head of his cock, caressing and teasing it in the process, and completely off his cock.

Doug’s eyes, closed in expectation of the ultimate male pleasure, flew open.
“Nnnnnppph! PPlllttth. Nnnnnppphh,” he begged.
Literally just one more of those tight, frustrating strokes and he would have erupted. Even if she had stopped then he would have had some relief. Dawn gave him the most mischievious grin. She was an expert at this and knew exactly when the critical moment was.
“Aw, poor baby, so close and yet so far.”
His balls were still trying to tighten. They were red and feeling heavy and achingly sore as that big load of semen he thought was about to be released settled heavily back in. She gave his balls a couple of teasing pats and then rubbed them, making him hurt even more.
“Oh, well, I guess we’ll just have to start all over again. I think I’ll call Rachel over to help, but not until tomorrow. You’re mine for the first few rounds.”
He was blubbering in panic. There wasn’t going to be just one repeat of this frustration? It was going to be done over and over?
“Wash, rinse, repeat, wash, rinse, repeat…” she teased.

Dawn gave Doug ten minutes to calm down. Then she brought a bucket and held it so he could relieve himself. She ungagged him and let him drink a glass of cold water. As she went and got a fresh pair of panties, he protested, “Oh please Dawn. This is crazy. Untie me.”
When she grinned, he thrashed, flexing his muscles.
“Oh sexy,” she teased.
She leaned close. Her hot breath washed over him and her lips hovered inches from his.
“Tell you what baby, I can untie you right now but if you ask me to untie you, I will never touch you again. I will never play with your cock again or massage your balls. Has anyone ever done it like I just did? Hmm?”
He lowered his eyes.
“Answer me,” she said.
“N-no, no one.”
“Do you want it to happen again?”
“Yes but I want to come too,” he whined.
She traced a finger along his cock, watching it harden from her sensuous caress alone.
“Maybe you will,” she purred. “But it will be when and if I decide. Now open wide.”
Seeing the futility of it, he opened and she gagged him. She patted his head.
“Be right back. Remember, I said I wanted proof of this. The better to control you, Dougy.”

During the minute Dawn was gone, Doug desperately struggled with the ropes, wriggling and straining to get free but it was hopeless. The additions Dawn had added to his bondage made escape impossible. Then she returned, carrying a camera. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared in blind panic as he realized what she intended to do. He strained mightily but uselessly.
“My, what big muscles you have, Dougy,” she grinned.
She was mocking him. It was humiliating but there was nothing he could do about it and she was delighting in it.
“Say ‘cheese’ like a good boy,” she said.
Instead, he flexed and thrashed. That made her smile as it made the picture even better.

Dawn walked around behind Doug and took some pictures. His butt cheeks were pushed out to either side of the center strut of the chair. She patted his butt and then giggled, “Say ‘cheesecake’ or maybe ‘beefcake’ would be more appropriate.”
He blushed as she photographed him. Then she walked back around in front and knelt.
“Just one good picture I still need to take,” she smirked.
She took aim right at his crotch.
“Well, come on, stand at attention for me,” she smiled. “After all that excitement, it should be easy.”
He moaned and mumbled for mercy, sweating desperately.
“Aw, are you all camera shy?” she mocked. “Just think about me putting lotion onto my hands and then stroking that needy cock of yours. Hmmmm. I’ll bet that felt soooo good.”
His cock was beginning to twitch in spite of his every effort to prevent it. She smiled.
“Hmm, and wouldn’t it be even better if I leaned close and ran my tongue up the underside of that meat?”
He moaned and his cock was pulsing and throbbing into full hardness.
“Hmm, and if I finally opened wide myself and slid my lips over that big hard cock of yours and slid it all the way into my mouth and down my throat, oh, wouldn’t that feel just soooo delicious, Dougy?”
He let out a moan of ultimate male frustration as his cock reached rigid hardness. She quickly snapped a picture of it and another one from far enough back that his face was also visible.
“Thanks,” she grinned. “Who knows? I may actually do all of those things and more. Of course, you still won’t come.”
He sat, gasping in arousal and frustration, trying to calm down. Meanwhile, she was picking up the phone.

“Hey Rachel, Dawn here,” she beamed. “You would not believe what I am doing right now.”
Doug moaned and shook his head ‘No’. Dawn looked him in the eyes and his eyes absolutely begged her not to do it. But she maintained eye contact and grinned like the cat that caught the canary as she spoke.
“Remember all those guys we teased and all the ones we have well-trained now? Of course you do. Well, we have another. This one’s at his apartment. In fact, he lives here. In fact, I have a key to his apartment. No way? Yes way. Yes it’s him. Guess what? He likes it. I mean he had himself all tied up and gift wrapped for me. Yes come on over right now.”
As Dawn hung up the phone, Doug was making desperate begging sounds. The look in his eyes asked how she could do this to him.
“Welcome to the club,” she grinned.

Dawn put some more lotion onto her hands, making sure to rub her hands together in full view of Doug. His cock was hardening just watching her slender fingers rubbing together, coated with lotion. She sat in a chair facing him, her knees to his. This was the same chair he had used for the notebook and the magazine.
“The real thing is so much better, isn’t it babe?”
She filled one hand with a big spurt of lotion on the palm and then cupped his balls, lightly massaging them. She caressed them, feeling their weight and playing with them as she pleased. He tried to writhe as it made the aching need in his balls burn so much hotter and deeper.
“Feels good, doesn’t it baby? Hmm, wonder how much of a good thing you can have before it starts to feel bad?”
She brought up one glistening hand and started massaging the head while the other kept massaging his balls. Then one finger started tracing the vein on the underside of his cock.

Doug moaned and tried to thrust but as soon as he was fully hard, Dawn just let go and left him whimpering and thrusting at the air. She would watch calmly as his erection slowly wilted and flopped down. Then she would start lightly stroking and caressing it, bringing it to hardness again.
“That’s it,” she purred. “Get nice and hard for me. Good boy.”
At this time, there was a knock on the front door. Dawn smiled.
“Oh goody, my co-worker has arrived.”
She gave his cock two firm, hard strokes that really took him to the edge before she headed for the front door.

Doug had given up on breaking free. He just sat there thinking of the humiliation and arousal he had already suffered and was about to suffer. He heard the two women chatting and then Dawn walked back into the room with Rachel. Rachel grinned.
“I do love a man that stands up when a woman walks into the room.”
She referred to his cock, still standing at attention.
“I’m in the stage of stroking to hardness and letting it soften then stroking again right now,” Dawn said.
“If its staying hard long enough for you to answer the door- and its still hard- looks like we are almost on to the next stage,” Rachel smiled.
“Be my guest,” Dawn said.

Doug’s balls already felt like they were on fire, aching, tender and sore. He was giddy with the need to come. It was beyond the point of wanting anymore arousal. His balls were swollen and feeling pain. He just wanted to come. He needed, truly needed, to come. But Dawn was far away from being done with enjoying her torment and Rachel had not even started yet. Rachel had dark hair like Dawn, but cut shorter. She was dark complexioned and her breasts a bit fuller. She set in the chair facing Doug and put lotion onto her hands. Then, with a smile, her small hands began lightly stroking him.
“Is this good for you?” Rachel mocked. “I’ll bet it is so deliciously frustrating.”
“Plllth. LLmmpp mmph cccuuupphh,” he moaned.
“You see, teasing and denial are our specialties,” Rachel explained. “You wouldn’t believe some of the things we’ve done. But you’re beginning to aren’t you?”
She stood up and stepped forwards, straddling him. She set with her thighs on top of his thighs, her crotch right in front of his back, just out of reach. Her small fingers continued caressing his cock.
“Don’t you wish I’d just take my clothes off and straddle you, baby? Don’t you wish I’d ease my warm, wet pussy down on that nice big hard-on and slide up and down, nice and tight?”
He whimpered and tried to thrust into her hand faster. She let go and smiled.
“You sure do,” she grinned. “Too bad you can’t thrust or reach me, isn’t it poor baby? Too bad, so sad.”

Doug gritted his teeth and let out a forlorn scream of frustration. Rachel was taking him to the very edge. Precum was leaking out before she stopped. Rachel took the precum and smeared it all over his cock. He tried to arch up and thrust, to satisfy the aching need in his balls.
“Poor baby, I think we’ve worked you up too much for one night,” she said. “We’d better let you relax until tomorrow.”

“Wfftthh, npph,” he moaned.
They had to be joking. There was no way he would be able to sleep tonight if they didn’t get him off. He moaned and struggled.
“Just relax,” Rachel mocked, as if he could. “We’re done stroking you for the night, but that doesn’t mean the teasing is over.”
“Yes,” Dawn chimed in. “You’ve got us so worked up from teasing you that we’ll never get any sleep unless we get a little relief first.”
They looked at him and burst out laughing.
“The look on your face is priceless,” Dawn said. “But the funniest part is that you think that what you are feeling right now is worthy of being called frustration. You have no idea- but you will.”
He was drenched in sweat as Dawn left and returned with a vibrator. She set in the chair right in front of him and began slowly working it into her pussy.

Dawn was moaning in pleasure.
“Before long, you’ll be doing this,” she sighed.
Seeing the look on his face, she smirked.
“You’ll be doing it with your tongue, silly. When you do, I’ll want it nice and prolonged and I’m sure Rachel will too. But for right now, I just want a quickie so I can get to sleep.”
Doug was squirming and begging. He was so worked up it was mind boggling.
“Oh yes,” Dawn cried as she neared orgasm. “Oh baby, oh yes, oh yes, yes.”
He screamed in frustration as she screamed in orgasm.

“Ah, that feels so much better,” she smiled. “I feel so relaxed now. All that nasty tension is gone.”
She took another length of rope and tied it loosely around his balls. Then she tied the other end to a bedpost. She shut out the lights and she and Rachel climbed into bed.
“Now, in case you are thinking of making incoherent noises and disturbing us, here is what you’ll get, only much harder.”
She gave a slight yank on the rope and he yelped in pain. His already swollen balls were so sensitive that the slightest tug was agony. She snuggled into the bed and whispered, “Nighty-night, my horny boy.”
“Yes, sleep well, Dougy,” Rachel chimed in.

Needless to say, he barely slept at all. He nodded off a couple of times but never for more than a few minutes. In the morning, Dawn stretched, yawned and stood up.

“I feel so rested, refreshed and ready for a full sixteen hour day of joyful cock teasing. How about you, Dougy?”

He could only glare angrily. That made her smile even more.

“Well, not until after I remove that rope,” she said. “By the way, thanks for being such a good boy and being so quiet.”

He felt a moment of relief when she removed the rope from his balls but he was so bleary-eyes from lack of sleep and his balls ached so deeply.
She patted his head as if everything was great and skipped out to shower.

When Dawn returned, she was still glistening wet from her shower. She smiled at Doug as she combed out her wet hair and paraded around his room naked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the cock teasing soon enough,” she said.

She was obviously mocking him, he thought, as if this didn’t count as cock teasing. It went on and on, shaving her legs, sliding nylons up them, sliding on a tight black thong and then a pushup bra, tight jeans low on the hips with the straps of the thong showing over her hips, a tight shirt that showed the midriff and the cleavage. He was already almost cross-eyed with arousal.

“And now,” she grinned, “the teasing begins.”

It was just like before except that his balls were aching and his need to come was overwhelming before she even started. He was squirming and whimpering before Dawn even touched him. She just sat and watched him, slowly rubbing lotion into her hands. His cock was throbbing to hardness in anticipation of what she was going to do.

“Oh Dougy, I really turn you on don’t I, you naughty boy. And I’m going to make sure you keep right on liking me for a very long time.”

He tried to beg through his gag at the implications of that. She was implying she was not going to let him come even today. More than that really, she was implying she was not going to let him come for a long time. But it was almost impossible to think clearly, he was so horny.

“Doooowwwwn,” she purred as her lotion-slicked hand slid oh so slowly down the length of his hard shaft, sliding over the veins and feeling every contour, finally reaching his balls and cupping and massaging them.

“And uuuupppp.”

With agonizing slowness, her hand slid up his shaft, pausing to massage at the rim and then over the top, rubbing his cock head. The strokes were unbelievably tantalizing. The torture went on and on. Doug reached the edge of coming a dozen times. As she took him to the very edge again, he was blubbering into his gag, his eyes begging her to finish the job. But she just grinned as her hand continued up and up until it slipped off his cock.

Doug was going crazy as Dawn kept him on the edge all day. She sometimes took him so close she had to squeeze his cock or slap his balls to stop him from coming. Considering the condition of his testicles, that jolted his entire body with pain.

“Poor Dougy, so horny and frustrated. Would you like it if I relented just a little and let you have some oral sex and some coming?”

He nodded desperately that he would. He was so horny that he did not see the trap.

“Okay then,” Dawn said.

She called out to Rachel who had been downstairs. They placed a wooden block on the floor behind his chair. Then the two of them were able to bend the chair back until it rested on the block just above the floor. That way, his arms were not being crushed between the floor and the chair. He did not understand why he needed to be in this position for her to give him oral sex. But then she straddled him, her aroused and glistening pussy above him.

“I’m going to remove the gag. Stay silent and do a good job. I don’t grade on a curve.”

If Doug thought he was already frustrated, it took on a whole new meaning. Dawn’s thighs were tanned and toned. Her crotch was shaved clean and she gyrated above him sensuously. Her pussy was glistening wet.

“Now do exactly what I say when I say and maybe I’ll be nice to you and give you what you really want.”

He seriously doubted that but he could not help himself. As she lowered herself onto his face, his nostrils and mouth were flooded with her scent and he instinctively started licking. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head and looked straight down into his eyes as he lapped away.

“Would you like it if I turned around and returned the favor? I could lick and suckle on that big hard cock like it was a delicious lollipop.”

He was throbbing hard and his lapping became even more enthusiastic.

“Hmm, yes,” she laughed. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

He had to eat her to orgasm several times before she was completely satisfied. She instructed him when to lick and when to push deep, when to suckle on her swollen lips and when to lap her pink walls, when to go slow and when to speed up.

After Dawn’s last orgasm, she just sat on his face, catching her breath, a sheen of sweat on her tanned firm body. Doug was trying his best to hump and thrust at the air. He was an overwrought mess.

“Well, I’m feeling so relaxed and satisfied,” she purred. “Nice job for a beginner. Want that blowjob now?”

He desperately nodded.

“Oh yes please.”

“Do you really want it?”

“Oh yes please- PLEASE!”

“Well, since you beg so nicely…”

She grinned. Then she licked her sweet glistening lips and turned, bringing them so close to his straining meat. His eyes rolled into his head in pleasure as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue twice along the underside of his cock. Then she opened wide and engulfed his cock, sliding down and taking him into her to a degree he would have thought was impossible. There was no possibility of coherent thought as she slid back up his cock then slowly down and then up again. He was going to explode within seconds as she slid up and up. His cock popped out of her mouth and stood, wet, cold and throbbing but with his balls unsatisfied. She looked back over her soft, sensuous shoulder and smiled mischieviously.

“I asked if you wanted a blowjob. I didn’t say I’d let you come,” she smiled.

“Yes, yes you did,” he cried.

He was literally crying.

“You said you’d make me come if I ate you out. You promised.”

“No,” she laughed. “I said there would be some coming. I didn’t say it would be you. It was me- several times.”

“Please, please, please, pleeeeeeeaaaasssseeee,” he begged.

“Well, I was going to ask you if it was good for you and if you felt all better now but obviously not. I guess you didn’t like eating me out all that much and that doesn’t make me feel so generous.”

“No, please,” he begged. “I- loved it. Please, please, finish what you started.”

She tried her best not to laugh or smile.
“Oh now you’re really making me mad. You’re just telling me what I want to hear so I’ll get you off. I think you need a break. I’ve teased you about as much as you can stand for today at least as far as doing anything direct. The problem is I can’t leave you in that chair forever either. I guess its time to tuck you in.”

Doug had no idea what Dawn was talking about as she left and returned soon with a belt that had a crotch piece attached. It looked sort of like a jockstrap. She loosened the ropes around his waist enough to strap it around his hips and secure it around him. It fit snuggly but not crushingly tight. But, in his current condition, any pressure on his balls hurt.

As Dawn untied him, Doug climbed shakily to his feet, trembling with sexual frustrations.

“Go ahead, try to get off,” she said.

He touched the crotch piece and exerted enough pressure to rub and masturbate. An electric shock jolted him.

“That will happen every time,” she smiled. “Plus I have a remote and can do it to you whenever I want. Besides, silly boy, I have the photos hidden where you’ll never find them. Unless you want them plastered all over town, you’ll be a good, obedient boy.”

“Please don’t do this to me,” he begged.

“Deep down, this is what you want,” she said.

“You don’t intend to ever let me get off, do you?” he whimpered.

“Actually, I do,” she laughed. “Ever hear of a prostrate milking? No? Well, it involves this nice big dildo and you on your knees, forehead on the floor and that muscular ass sticking up.”

He groaned as she explained it.

It was even a further shock to discover that he was just one more cock-teased slaveboy in a cadre of Dawn’s cock-teased slaveboys. As it turned out, she had them all on a cycle where some got to come once a month and some every three months. But mostly they were learning to redirect their sexual energies to pleasing her hand and foot whenever she wished. Months went by and Doug still was not allowed to cum though he received weekly, humiliating prostrate milkings that made him feel even sorer.

“Oh , Dawn, please let me come like your other slaveboys,” he would beg.

Dawn set the record straight.

“Oh, Dougy, you will never be just another of my slaveboys,” she teased. “You’ll always be special, my big, hard, horny boyfriend.”

“Please,” he begged. “When will you let me come?”

“You know the answer to that already, Dougy,” she smiled.

“Whenever you want to,” he moaned.

“Good boy. Now put your hands behind you.”

He obeyed, letting her tie his arms behind him and then secure him into the chair. He had no choice. Only after he was helpless did she remove the chastity device. Immediately, his cock popped to attention. His balls were puffy and swollen beyond belief.

“Gotta keep you interested,” she teased.

Then she went to work.

Doug had so desperately hoped that soon Dawn would show mercy and there would be an end to this. He had hoped that enough was enough and she would get him off.
Instead Dawn looked forward to torturing him more and more.

“You’ll be limping around with blue balls and, with that chastity device on, it will be even worse. Maybe you should just tell people at school that you pulled a muscle- in both legs. Or just say you have a groin pull. I’ll pull it for you.”

She laughed at the look on his face as he realized that this was not even going back to college in the fall was going to end this.

It was a fully dressed Doug, leaning slightly forwards and limping, who walked across campus with Dawn, greeting friends in the fall.

“Poor Doug has been helping me move some things and pulled a muscle,” she helpfully explained. “I think he should pack the problem area in ice.”

He moaned in a way they could not have understood and limped home. Dawn followed him to ‘help’ with a ‘massage’.

“I wonder what they’ll think when my ‘massages’ only seem to make things worse?” she giggled.

“Please. How can you be so merciless?” he moaned.

She began stroking him slowly, watching his cock twitch and his balls grow even more puffy and sore.

“I had a good teacher,” she smiled.

Doug’s eyes looked baggy from lack of sleep. He was sweaty and miserable, his balls burning as she slowly stroked him. It only took a few strokes to get him close and then she would stop. Nowadays she didn’t start stroking again when he went soft. She just waited for the spontaneous erection that would occur as soon as it was physically possible for him to get erect again. Nowadays, when outside the pouch, he was always hard until his cock muscles got so overworked they just could not sustain an erection any longer. So she just waited until they rested just enough and then he hardened again. Then she gave him a few strokes and waited again.

Doug’s cock was so hard the veins stood out and his cock was red and the head purplish. His balls were swollen and red. They were so full and round and the skin so tight it was frightening.

“Poor Dougy, you look positively miserable,” Dawn cooed. “Is that how you feel?”

“Yes, please, mercy,” he groaned.

“Let’s see if we can make you even more needy, push the limits just a little further yet again,” she said.

She stroked slowly. He gasped and whimpered.

“Do you think our friends have any idea what’s going on?” she purred.

He groaned even more and she laughed. Coherent thought had long since failed him. He just obeyed Dawn, doing what she said when she said. He was far too horny and his balls ached far too much to think rationally. His tongue lolled out and his eyes were rolled into his head. His balls looked like the skin would break as Dawn finished her daily teasing session. She took several minutes to get his cock back into the chastity device.

Dawn untied him and said, “Follow me to the living room, Doug.”

He obeyed without the slightest thought or hesitation. He did not even think about the fact that he was wearing nothing but the chastity device. It was only after they reached the living room that he realized with a shock that other people were there. There were several young women there, including Rachel, and several young men. His confused and horny mind began fumbling for an explanation.
Dawn and the other women laughed. Rachel looked at her boyfriend.

“Show him, David. He needs to understand.”
His friend, looking highly embarrassed, took down his trousers, revealing a shriveled and limp penis.

“I injected him with some chemicals that rendered him unable to get an erection or ejaculate. He’s learned to cope with it and gain satisfaction through pleasing me orally. Plus he gets a nice prostrate milking once in a while. Maybe this will be your fate eventually if Dawn chooses.”

“We joined this group a year ago and I started practicing,” Dawn explained. “I decided to introduce you to it when we saw that you desired it even before I started training you.”

Doug was stunned and yet it made a strange sense.

“Now, Doug, its been three months since this started so here’s the deal. I’ll make you come if and only if you can endure five minutes of teasing without reaching the point of no return where you were going to come anyway if I didn’t stop.”

Doug could not believe it. It could not be that easy. After all the teasing and frustrations he had been put through, five minutes of teasing would be nothing. Aching balls and sexual frustration had become a way of life for him. So he was confident as he was tied into the chair and the chastity device was removed. Then Dawn sensuously stripped naked and straddled him, hovering her crotch just out of reach of his straining cock.

“Oh, Dougy,” she purred, “won’t it just be your ultimate dream when I slide my wet, warm, tight pussy over that aching, needy cock of yours?”

He was going bonkers. His cock was getting longer and harder than ever before. His balls were screaming for relief.

“Aw, poor Dougy,” she teased. “I haven’t even started yet and you already look like you’re about to lose it. Maybe I shouldn’t even do this.”

Then she started descending.

Dawn’s pussy lips touched the purple head of his cock. Her eyes met his as she slid down and down. His eyes rolled into his head as her wet warmth tightly engulfed him for the first time in ages.

“Don’t even try to come,” she grinned. “I won’t allow you to succeed. “Try your best to not come.”

She slid down to his aching balls and then back up. He was already so close.

“Please,” was his gasping, forlorn plea.

“One more? Sure.”

She slid tightly up his cock. He was gritting his teeth and trying desperately to thrust. She slid all the way up and off. She slapped the head of his cock and squeezed it to prevent him from coming. He cried and screamed as his cock throbbed like a piston and his balls turned frighteningly dark shades of color. Semen formed at the head and a little seeped down the underside of his cock.

“My, my,” Dawn purred. “I was going to bounce one more time but it wasn’t necessary. Poor boy, you didn’t even last five seconds let alone five minutes. A woman might think you had no control or something.”

“Please let me come, please,” he begged.

“No,” she smiled. “But thanks for playing.”

She playfully rubbed his balls, making him gurgle and gasp on the very edge for a while longer. Then she slowly tucked him back into the chastity device, taking several minutes as he slowly softened.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll get to try again in three months.”

“No, please.”

“You don’t want to try in three months? Okay, four then. Hmm, you don’t think it will be even harder to last five minutes by then, do you?”

She grinned and patted the prison that was the chastity device as he whimpered in ultimate male frustration.

“Mmmm, poor baby,” Dawn purred. “It must feel so humiliating to be so controlled like this.”
Dawn and Doug were walking down the street as she said this. She was wearing incredibly short shorts that displayed the lower regions of her beautiful ass and a tight, cleavage revealing top with pushup bra with bare midriff displaying her firm stomach and waist and sweet hips. Doug was wearing baggy bluejeans to hide the chastity device and his pullover shirt was drenched in sweat. This was the one hundredth day he had gone without coming. He hung his head in shame and frustration at Dawn’s words.

Dawn checked to make sure nobody was looking and then massaged his encased crotch. He could not feel her hand but his mind imagined her touch. The psychological effect was devastating. His bloated balls ached and his cock desperately tried to harden in its unrelenting prison. He groaned and limped even more.
“I told you it would be four months before you got another chance to come,” Dawn said. “But its been one hundred days as of today.”
“I know,” he groaned.
She smiled and patted his crotch.
“I’ll bet you do, Dougy. I’ll bet you’ve counted every hour and every minute seems like forever. But that’s your problem. I want to do something special to celebrate your hundredth day without relief. I want to have sex with you until I orgasm.”
He could not help but break out in a renewed bout of sweating. His balls tightened but any possibility of an ejaculation was thwarted as he was in agony from his hardening cock pressing against the sharp studs in the chastity device.
“The problem,” she continued, “is how to do it without you being able to come.”
His balls ached even more as he realized this ‘celebration’ was not an early reprieve and had no chance of becoming one.
“After all, we have three more joyous weeks for me to enjoy your frustration before it will be four months.”

Doug was tied spreadeagled on his back on Dawn’s bed. He was really afraid when she held up a needle.
“What’s that for?” he whimpered.
Visions of being rendered incapable of erection danced in his mind.
“Why, its just something to make sure you don’t come,” she grinned.
She jabbed his cock in a dozen places, each time injecting just a little of the liquid in the needle. Then she waited.

Doug was writhing and moaning in pain at the sharp stabs of the needle. But, after a few minutes, he realized that his cock and his balls were going numb. He did not even feel the aching need to come. In some ways, that made him relax as that desperate tension was gone for the first time in months. But his cock stayed rigidly erect.
“A nice little mixture to keep you hard but unable to come,” Dawn smiled.
Then she straddled him.
“I- I can’t feel my cock or even my balls,” he whimpered.
She stroked his cock and massaged his balls to test that.
“Please, I can’t even feel that,” he repeated.
“That’s what I wanted to know,” she said.
Then she began easing her tight pussy over his throbbing shaft.
“Please, I can’t come this way,” he pleaded. “I can’t even feel it.”
“Well, duh, that’s the whole idea,” she grinned. “This is strictly for my pleasure.”
Then Dawn rode him slowly, letting her pleasure build as he pleaded.
“Hmm, yes,” she teased, “my warm, wet, tight pussy wrapped around your hard cock, arousing your aching balls. But its all for me.”
She rode on, her movements getting faster and her moans louder as she rode for at least an hour. She experienced several orgasms while he blubbered and suffered beneath her.

Dawn dismounted shortly before the numbness would start wearing off. She smiled as his whimpers of mild pain and frustration turned to agony. Although his cock was starting to wilt, it had been locked into rigid hardness for over an hour. His balls were now feeling all the pain of an hour of sex without coming after a hundred days without coming. Doug was arching up in the bed, precum dripping, trying to thrust. His cockhead was purple and his balls dark blue.

“Poor Dougy,” she teased. “I guess I should let you relax and sleep now.”
“Oh, please, mercy,” he choked. “Make me come- or numb them again. Please make it stop.”
She grinned.
“Aw, either of those options would take all the fun out of it- for me.”
Then she rubbed his balls some more as he made incoherent gurgling noises. He was absolutely cross-eyed and out of his mind with frustrations.

Three more weeks went by. It had now been four months since he had come. He was kneeling in the living room in front of Dawn, wearing only the chastity device.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” Dawn purred.
He knew better than to say, “Yes.”
“I never deserve to come but please grant me the gift only you can give,” he begged.

“Oh,” Dawn laughed. “You’ve learned to say all the right things. But I have a decision to make. Do I give you another nice prostrate milking, no relief at all or make you come?”

Dawn regarded the kneeling and chastity belted young man.
“Please, Dawn, I will do anything you want, absolutely anything.”
“If I let you come, you mean?”
“Yes,” he whimpered.
What else would he have meant, he wondered?
“Suppose I don’t let you come, Dougy? You’ll still be doing absolutely everything I want, won’t you?”
The truth of that struck him and it only made him beg even more.
“Oh, please, please!”
“But Dougy, those big, heavy balls and all those overwhelming sexual needs have everything to do with why you are being such a good, obedient boy for me to begin with. That and the fact that, deep down, you want this although it has gone far beyond your capacity to willingly endure.”
As he continued whimpering, Dawn restrained his arms and legs as she always did before removing the chastity device. Then she got a needle and sterilized it. His eyes widened. This needle had a big container.
“What are you going to do with that?” he gasped.
“Why, I’m going to give you the sexual relief you’ve been begging for.”

Dawn poised the needle in front of his rigidly hard cock and slowly began inserting it into his pisstube.
“Ack, ooww, please, no, stop, please, it hurts,” he begged.
“But this is your sexual relief, Dougy,” she teased. “You know, the sexual relief you begged me for. You are so cute when you beg.”

By this time, the needle was fully inserted. Dawn began drawing back on the plunger. Slowly, the container began filling with the thick semen that oozed into it.
“Mmmm,” Dawn purred. “I’ll bet that, after four months, we can manage to fill this up and still have plenty of semen left over. This will give your poor balls a feeling of relief from the pressure but those poor babies won’t get any feeling of ejaculation and pleasure that they were looking forwards to.”
Dawn patted his balls, indicating the ‘poor babies’ she referred to.

Once the needle was out, Doug did feel less pressure in his balls than he had become used to feeling. They still felt overloaded though. Worse yet, psychologically, he had been denied the sensations associated with sexual relief. There had been no ejaculation as the pressure had merely oozed away. He was wiggling his toes in frustration and his cock was already throbbing to attention.
“Mmmm,” Dawn purred. “I can’t wait to start playing with that again- now that you’ve had your sexual relief at last.”
“You call that sexual relief?” he roared.
He was thrashing angrily as Dawn coated her hands with lotion.
“My balls still ache. I’m out of my mind with frustration, Dawn.”
“Yes,” Dawn smiled as she gripped his rigidly hard cock. “And I’m proud to take credit for it all. Now let’s start the four month cycle all over again.”
She began to stroke as he wailed in frustration.

As I explained in the part I my wife has 2 younger sisters Jenny and Linda living with their parents while studying at university and 1 older sister Meg coming very often for the weekends. Before we left my parents in law house at the end of the weekend my mother in law came into our room while I was preparing the bags. She sat on the bed with my wife : “I really had a great day training your slave and as your father will not be here during the next weekend I was thinking that you could come back for a 2 days training! I am convinced that Jenny and Linda would enjoy this kind of game and I could ask Meg to join us for 2 days.” My wife immediately agreed : “Oh Mom that’s a great idea ! Could you explain the situation to my sisters ?”. I was scared thinking at the same time to my ass, my tongue and my throat! 5 women using me during 2 days…I must admit that I already dreamt of this situation but now it was going to be real. My mother in law came in front of me and said with a smile : “We will prepare everything for your training this week, don’t worry…but I want you to prepare a toilet chair so that we can use your mouth as a toilet comfortably without wasting anything. I want your mouth to be under a funnel as close as possible from our body without touching it. You must use Plexiglas so that we can see you and you must add a link on each side so that we can attach your hands. You are a design engineer, aren’t you? You have 5 days !”.

I spent 3 days at the office using my CAD software to design the perfect toilet chair! On Wednesday evening my wife received a phone call from her mother. She closed the door of the room but I still could hear her laughing loudly probably discussing of the weekend festivities! Suddenly she opened the door and called me : “Dan, they want to talk to you !”. I came inside the room and kneeled in front of the phone. She put the speaker : “Toilet is kneeling and listening to you !”. The first one to speak was my mother in law Nancy : “Toilet, as you guess we are really enjoying preparing your training. I can tell you that the ladies room are already very filthy just waiting for your tongue and you would probably be delighted to learn that I stopped taking shower this morning just for your mouth ! 3 days! could you imagine ?”. And actually I couldn’t! Then came Jenny the youngest sister : “Hi Dan ! Mom has shown me a picture of you licking my panties and my stockings. I am now preparing special ones for you !”. At last came Linda the second studying sister : “Hi Dan, according to me you have always been an insolent fellow and I would be delighted to use you as a toilet. I think that I will spend hours on your mouth reading cartoons !” I understood that I was going to pay for all the jokes done about her. My wife was laughing and she told me : “It seems that it’s going to be your weekend !”. Then I took 2 days off to purchase the material and manufacture this toilet chair! I added a black cushioning for their buttocks and then I asked my wife to test it. It was working very well!

On Friday evening my wife ordered me to prepare my slave bag: the toilet chair, the dog collar and the leash, the nipple clamps and a small metallic chastity belt! She told me to have a shower and to go the toilet : “You will not have time for this during the next 2 days !”. We arrived there around 8.30pm. I parked the car in front of the house and I entered following my wife. My mother in law and her 2 daughters were waiting for us in the living room having a cup of tea with cookies. I was standing in front of them with my slave bag. My wife sat down in the sofa next to her mother and said : “OK toilet undress yourself, kneel in front of us and show us your slave toys !”. I quickly removed my clothes and I began putting my “toys” on the coffee table. My wife stood up and came in front of me. She put me the chastity belt first : “With this we will not have to see your erection all along the day !”. Her mother and her sisters were laughing. Then she put me the collar and the leash. She picked up a kind of one-piece tight fitting swimming suit in her bag and asked me to put it on. It was covering my chest but not my arms and at the bottom it was a kind of short. It was really tight fitting and I could felt the pressure on my chastity belt. She made 2 holes around the nipples with a pair of scissors and she put me the nipple clamps! She sat back beside her mother and said : “Mom, as this training is your idea and as you are the host I let you manage him now! You should remind him your rules !”.

Nancy began to speak : “Toilet your training will stop next Sunday evening when you leave. Until this moment you are our thing. You are not allowed to speak unless if you are asked to. You must move on your knee. You are not allowed to eat anything except what we give you. You are not allowed to go to the restroom or to wash yourself without our command. Anyway when you will not be used and supervised by one of us you will be attached under your toilet chair.” She took a plastic bowl and she added : “This plastic bowl is your new plate. All along the day we will put inside what we want you to eat. We will decide later your feeding time. Each time you will displease us you will get a warning. Every 2 hours you will get at least 20 strokes of riding crop for example and 20 more for each warning you have received. Actually each time one of us will select the way and the location of your punishment: for example riding crop on your ass! Naturally in the morning we will have to take into account all the night punishments! You will address me as Madam and you will address my daughters as Miss Jenny and Miss Linda. Is this clear toilet ?”. I was so scared and so excited : “Yes Madam.”

She continued : “Well it’s 9.00pm let’s begin girls ! Laura you are probably hungry and we have kept you something to eat in the fridge. Toilet you will take you toilet chair and go directly to the ladies room upstairs. You know the way now !” I began to move on my knee towards my new room. I heard my wife saying : “Before eating I need to pee. I will install the toilet chair for you! Linda and Jenny you should have a look it’s so funny !”. They all came to the ladies room. I was lying on the floor. My wife put the toilet chair on my head and checked that my mouth was wide opened and surrounded the funnel. My wife was instructing them and they were all looking and laughing at me through the Plexiglas. At last my wife tied my hands on each side of the box and my mother in law tied my ankles together and linked them to the heater. My wife put a small rope through the nipple clamps and said : “with this rope you can still play with his nipple while using the toilet !”. The 3 other women left the room and I heard them joking in the corridor. My wife removed her leather trouser and her panty and sat on the chair. She began to pee and suddenly I felt the bitter taste of a fart, and another one louder and stronger. She said : “enjoy your weekend toilet ! This was not planned but you begin right now and with me !”. She made 3 turfs inside my mouth and I pushed them inside my throat with my tongue. She peed again as if she wanted to rinse out my mouth! She wiped her ass and put the soiled toilet paper in my mouth. I chewed it and swallowed. She opened the door and caller her mother : “Mom it’s yours now ! I gave him only the appetizers! Nancy entered the room and closed the door. She looked at me always with this sadistic smile and said : “I kept me from peeing all the afternoon and, you know what, I ate a huge plate of spinach at noon. I am sure you will enjoy this gift.” She sat down on the toilet chair and began to pee. It was very hot and as usual very sour. She farted loudly 2 or 3 times and suddenly a continuous flow of hot liquid shit began to slide in my mouth. There was an enormous amount and I was not managing to swallow enough quickly. She began to pee again still looking at me through the Plexiglas. The pee was cleaning the funnel and putting in my mouth the rest of the shit. The taste and the smell was unbelievable! She wiped her ass and threw the soiled paper inside my mouth. She left the ladies room and I heard her going downstairs. I stayed alone.

After a long silent time I heard them coming back, discussing loudly in the corridor. My wife entered the room with her vanity case. She began to brush her teeth and as usual she spat everything inside my mouth. Then she sat down on the toilet and began to pee. She looked at me and just said : “Have a good night toilet !”. Then she opened the door and called her mother and her sisters : “It’s 11.30pm and he was supposed to get his punishment at 11.00pm ! As he was alone he didn’t get any warning but it’s not possible for a slut like him! I think that within 2 hours he could have received at least 1 warning by each of us and even 2 by you Mom! So I suggest that you gave him his punishment : 20 strokes plus 20 for each warning meaning 120 strokes !”. My mother in law was laughing : “It seems to be fair Laura ! Which way and which location do you choose for this first punishment ?”. My wife looked at me and said without any hesitation : “1 stroke will be to pull one time on the rope of the nipple clamps! I propose a game: we put 1 rope on each clamp so that we can pull 60 times each clamp. Linda you pull the left one and Mom you pull the right one. Each time you manage to remove the clamp you put it back and continue immediately. The winner will be the one who has removed the clamp the more often !”. They were all laughing and they begun. My wife was counting the strokes for her mother and Jenny was counting for Linda. My mother in law was pulling much stronger than my sister in law and very quickly she managed to remove the clamp. The pain was awful and I was screaming but they were laughing and joking louder than my screams! Linda quickly understood that she was not pulling enough and she was now pulling much more stronger each time removing the clamp almost everytime. My nipples were destroyed! I was feeling 2 burning points on my chest. They finally completed the punishment and Nancy won! My sister in law was upset and she was requesting a revenge match! My wife said : “Don’t worry Linda we’ll have time to organize other tournaments ! I will show you something else. Put him back the clamp !”. My wife put her right boot on the clamp and began to massage my nipples with her sole. She was rubbing my skin so hard that she managed to remove the clamps. Then she wiped her sole on the nipple. This was unbearable but believe me it was great! My wife was very satisfied of her demonstration and she went to bed! My mother in law decided to continue massaging my nipples with her heels and she went to be also.

Jenny and Linda brushed their teeth joking about their new toilet. Jenny sat down on the toilet chair and began to pee. The stream was very strong and endless! The taste was quite soft but I was suffocating because the flow was huge! She wiped her pussy and put the soiled paper in my mouth. Linda came back from her room with a cartoon and sat down on the chair. She began to pee on the toilet paper still in my mouth forcing me to swallow it directly. Then she farted several times while reading her book. She stayed like this about 30 minutes sometime peeing a little bit or farting in my mouth. I could smell her ass and this was very exciting. She finally stood up and left without saying anything. The night was quiet. The house was silent but I could not manage to sleep as my position was not so conformable. I was thinking to this unbelievable evening I had. After about 2 hours I heard someone coming. Nancy, my mother in law, entered the room. She sat down on the chair and began to pinch my nipples with her nails. I wanted to scream but I knew that the punishment would be terrible. I was smelling her stinky ass when she put me back the nipple clamps and began to fill my mouth with her very sour piss. When she stood up she rubbed my nipple with the soles of her leather mule in order to remove the clamps! The house was silent again. It was clear that I would never manage to sleep with these burning nipples! Anyway 2 hours later someone entered the room again. This time it was Jenny. She sat down and peed almost sleeping on the chair. I was so exhausted that after another few hours I fell asleep. For the first time in my life the alarm clock was a stream of piss! It was 7.00am and my mother in law was here again! I already tasted her morning piss one week before and I would say that it was really spicy! Once again my throat and my mouth were burning! She untied my hands and my ankles and ordered me to go quickly to the garage and to remove my suit. When she arrived she gave a very old dirty piece of soap and she began washing me with the garden hose used to clean the car! At the end she gave 4 soiled panties given by each woman the evening before and she ordered me to dry myself. I had to put back my suit and she put me the nipple clamp. My nipples were almost bleeding and she naturally noticed it. She smiled, she removed the clamps…and she put them again : “Now little slut you will prepare everything for our breakfast. Crawl on the floor until the kitchen. Once there you can stand up to work correctly. Move and wait for me over there.” When I entered the kitchen I immediately noticed the plastic bowl, supposed to be my plate, put on the floor beside the garbage can. I came closer to have a look. There was a fist of apple peelings, a few hair that were probably pubic hair and about ten croquettes that was actually made with food chewed and spat again inside the bowl! My mother in law entered the kitchen and saw me staring at my bowl. She slapped me very strongly : ” First of all you were not asked to look at this ! your first warning of the day little slut! It’s probably very appetizing for a pig like you! Don’t worry it’s just a beginning and your feeding will be a great time !”. Then she instructed me about the things to prepare for the breakfast and picking up my bowl she sat in the living room still looking at me while I was setting the table. Suddenly I heard the typical noise of a nail clippers and I understood that she was putting her toe nails clipping inside my bowl! She saw me looking at her and she called me : “Crawl until my feet and kneel in front of me little slut !”. As you can guess she slapped me again : “You seem to be very curious today ! Do you want to taste ?”. She took a nail cleaner and began to clean her big toe nail. She removed a huge amount of grime on the side and she put it under my nose : “Smell it little slut.” Can you imagine the smell of grime taken there? I don’t think so! I screwed up my face in disgust and she slapped me again. She put the nail cleaner in front of my mouth : “now lick it clean little slut.” Then she took the nail clipper and she cut a large piece of nail on the same side. Once again I smelt it: it was worst than the grime! And once again I ate it! I looked at the bowl and there was already a lot of nail clipping and grime. She said : “continue your work now I have to do the other foot. I think that it’s dirtier.” At this moment it was hard to realize that the day was just beginning…