Jared has committed... and submitted to having his cock replicated for an art project, while being teased, tormented and spanked along the way. Now his reward is in view - but he can't enjoy it before allowing himself to be restrained...

“No. No way.” Jared and Cherry stood panting, each into the other’s face.

“You wanna feel hot wet cunt sliding all the way to the base of your poor sore cock, you wear these.” She let the cuffs drip tauntingly from the end of one fingertip and he watched them sway.

“Damn you … I’ve done everything you asked.” He stared into Cherry’s inscrutable visage, trying to work out whether he despised this girl or admired her more than most women he’d ever met. “I’ve been your plaything all fucking afternoon. I’ve danced to your fucking tune …”

“And you loved every minute,” Vanessa said, crushing her naked form to his side and sliding an arm around his waist. “Hasn’t he, Jay?”

“Even I can see that,” the sexy slut chimed in, pressing herself to him from the other side. Hemmed in by nude females, cock still unsated, he felt the situation’s inevitability sweep over him. He let go of Cherry’s wrists.

“Damn you all,” he said. “Damn you all for a bunch of fucking … What were those bitches called? Snakes for hair …”

“Gorgons,” Cherry said, as Vanessa peeled off from the group to some no doubt nefarious purpose. “So, what … Does that make me Medusa?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cherry-girl. If there’s a Medusa here it’s the damned redhead. She’s the real ringleader.”

Cherry’s look was one of supreme knowingness. “You do like her.”

“I thought I did.”

“No …” She dropped her voice. “You really like her. And you’ll do so more after today.”

The words burned into him like a witch’s curse. He was still searching for a rejoinder when Vanessa returned carrying the chair from the artists’ desk. It had a pliable metal frame and no arms, and was strung with black leather panels for the seat and back. “Make yourself comfortable, baby,” she said, shunting it behind him.

“After what you two put my ass through? Unlikely.” But he sat all the same, wincing at the touch of leather on his tender flesh. Daylight was fading as he placed himself once more at their mercy. Jaylee padded off to switch on the ceiling’s numerous mini spotlights as he placed his hands behind his back, Vanessa doing the honours of cuffing him—how appropriate. There was a sense of fate clicking into place along with his new wrist bracelets. He wasn’t attached to the chair itself, though for all good that served, he might as well have been.

“I know the history you have with handcuffs,” his red captor said lightly in his ear. “A certain two girls in England? Cherry’s seen the drawing, but what would you pay me not to tell her the whole nasty story?” He tensed for a moment, envisaging the ball-busting sculptress’ reaction should she discover the worst of his dealings with the women he’d met on his travels. “It’s okay, I’ll keep it our secret,” Vanessa reassured, kissing his cheek. The tiny key to the handcuffs was swinging from her hand on the end of a fine gold chain. “Something to hold over you.”

“Anything I should know?” Cherry inquired, pacing about the room with her ass proudly on display.

“Just saying how good an idea it is to restrain him,” Vanessa said, strolling back around and passing the key to Cherry, “what with his getting all over-excited.”

Her friend looped the chain around her neck and leaned against her with a hand on Vanessa’s freckled shoulder. “Yeah, he made me think of a horny puppy, pawing you both on the couch like that,” Cherry added with a smirk. “I thought I was going to have to bring the cold water.”

“I think you should have.”

Fuck—bit hypocritical there, don’t ya think, girls, after the lesbian orgy?

The two leaned into each other and stood grinning at him, brazen in their nakedness. Then Jaylee joined them in nothing but her torn stockings and the tormenting picture of nude female beauty was complete.

“So,” he said, “are you going to draw this out any longer, or do I actually get to fuck?”

“Has he learned any politeness today?” Cherry asked Vanessa.

“Not a lot, it seems, but he’s a stubborn one—I knew that before he got here. What do you think, Jaylee?”

“I think he’s a sweetie underneath it all, but I get what you mean. He could be nicer … More respectful.”

“Are we gonna have to school you some more, Mister?” Cherry inquired. “I got worse things in that bedroom than paddles. Try again.”

Oh shit. Jared knew when he was beaten. He sighed deeply. “Okay, okay … Ladies, I’d be … deeply indebted if one of you would fuck me. This cock’s so hard it’s starting to really hurt and I need helping out. Please. There it is, I’m sayin’ it. You want me to beg? Hey, I’m good with that. I’ve already been on my knees, hell I can do it again.”

He made to lower himself into cuffed obedience on the floor, but Cherry stopped him. “Relax. I saw you on your knees already today and I gotta say I liked it. But I kinda like that fucking arrogance of yours as well. Don’t go losing it all. There, that’s my confession for the day.” She drew Jaylee to herself and kissed the girl on the mouth. “Turns out his momma taught him some manners after all. You wanna go play on what he’s got for a while?”

The lithe gym-poppet stared at her mistress with big eyes. “Can I?”

“You’re a good girl—and good girls get good things. Go have fun. Vee—you wanna help her out?”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

God, yes, please let this happen … If Natalie could have seen him now, she’d be grinning all over that cat-like face of hers. He stared at the events’ progress as Vanessa led the delectable younger girl to him and guided her into a straddling posture over his seated form. It was like looking at some other guy have his cock prised up from his belly where it had been lying like a lead weight, so that it stood in position for a hot girl’s hovering cunt. Jaylee’s warm hands on his shoulders and her nervous laugh helped convince him this was reality. Finally, it was happening.

“There,” Vanessa said, her fingers wrapped as far as they would go around the base of his shaft. “All ready for a smooth descent. You ready for this, baby?”

“Oh yeah. So ready.” Once more Jaylee’s girlish demeanour belied sheer wickedness.

“One thing,” Cherry said. She was there on her pet’s other side like a sexy portent of doom. “No thrusting from the Rock God or it stops—and that’ll be sad for both you and her.”

Jared stared up at her dispassionate face in dismay. The lips of Jaylee’s pussy were kissing his glans, Vanessa still holding him in place. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Damn.” Shit. “Sure, I hear you. No thrusting—I’ll behave.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She laid a benevolent hand on Jaylee’s arm. “Go on, honey … Fuck him.”

Jared watched it all play out on Jaylee’s face, even as he felt it. The initial gasp as she sank that first inch, his spearhead splitting her labia wide. Breath trapped in her lungs, she hung there a moment with her mouth agape, the silkiness of her folds a promise of more delights to come. Then she descended, a long slow exploration the length of his cock, enveloping his hugeness little by little in the tight, wet sleeve of her tender cunt, her eyes flickering half-shut as she took him inside her. Oh God, that’s it. Don’t stop, keep going girl. I think I fucking love you. She swallowed up what must have been two thirds of his length before slowing to a stop. That’s it, just stay there. Don’t go. I’m not greedy. Much …

Her fingers clutched his shoulders and finally she exhaled, her breath ragged. “God, baby, there’s so much of you. Fuck, you’re so big inside me. So tight, so huge …” She was tight for him too, her muscles squeezing him in a blissfully welcome caress. That grip intensified on his trapezius muscles, digging into the flesh as she eased herself upwards and commenced a regular slide down and up his pole, massaging some of the ache from his painful hardness. Breathy expressions of wonder were emitting from her mouth. “Oh God, oh God, is that good?”

“Baby, that’s better than good. That’s fucking wonderful. Jesus, don’t stop …”

Bracing herself against his body she slithered on him, every inch of movement a long-craved luxury. That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze my shaft, fucking nail yourself on it. More, faster … She maintained the same steady love-making rhythm, biting her lip and savouring him.

“God, Jared, fuck …”

“You enjoying that, honey?” Cherry inquired, trailing fingers over her self-impaling lover.

“Yes, oh fuck yes. Thank you for letting me. Oh God, it’s amazing. It’s like riding a … a …”

“A big fucking barber’s pole?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it. But without the stripes.” She laughed and hugged arms behind his neck, working herself on him more fully.

That’s the way, baby. God, pump yourself on it. Damn … Speed it up! He fixated on the slow undulation of her tits, fighting the urge to speed up their motion—to thrust upwards into her hard and make those beauties fucking bounce. The glide of her pussy’s walls against his shaft was sublime, but he wanted more—to thrust into her till his balls slapped against her, to see the shock in her pretty face as the head of his cock drove to her sweet, moist centre. What price was he likely to pay if he pumped a few decent hard strokes inside her? Surely it’d be worth the risk.

“Don’t even think it.” Cherry had no trouble reading his mind. “And don’t come either. You do, and you’ll regret it.” Fuck, that could mean any damn thing. He set his jaw in resistance to his own urges and let Jaylee’s cunt do all the work. Then the girl’s merciless partner turned up the heat. “Get off him and do him reverse.” Oh shit, spare me …

He watched it all—what other option was there? Having lifted herself all the slow, sucking way off him, Jaylee turned about, leaving his cock glistening for a moment on his stomach. It was with great care and deep-seated enjoyment that Vanessa levered him up once more, pointing him to the ceiling, while Jaylee coaxed herself between his parting thighs. That tight little ass descended, pussy-lips swollen and splayed to take him inside her once more. She swallowed him up all over again in a long deliberate motion towards the base of his shaft. This time however he got to stare at the progress of her stretched-out cunt and how it gobbled each thick-veined inch of him. The feeling was intensified too, his cock pulled taut from his belly. Her forward movement as she rose off him again tugged at the shaft, her slick interior gliding insistently over the dome of his glans.

Don’t come? Fucking hellfire …

Jaylee rested her palms on his thighs and leaned into the new rhythm, squeezing him with every back and forth motion of her body. “God, I wanna get myself off,” she moaned, and Cherry willingly supplied the fingers. Jared’s lot was to observe the movement of Jaylee’s lips on his thick trunk, how she oiled him with her juices on every loving stroke. Her back was arched and her cheeks spread wide, that tight-sprung rear hole on tormenting display. It was okay for her, with her alpha girlfriend reaching between her thighs and frigging her silly as she fucked herself on him; he had to cling on and resist bursting into orgasm inside that hot hole. Yeah, and he had to deal with the smug look on Vanessa’s face while he did it.

“Having a tough time, Rockstar?”

“What do you think, Red?”

“I think this is the best fucking show I’ve seen since Chicago.”

“Well I’m glad I fucking entertain you.”

Oh shit, now Jaylee was clinging harder, holding herself at a tense standstill inches from the root of his shaft, moaning all the way to a crescendo. Fuck—this might be the show-stopper. The hot little bitch came on his cock, clutching him with her cunt muscles and letting out a keening wail all the way through her spasms. His body tightened, desperate to control itself, captured hands clutching at nothing as he fought off his own orgasm. Fuck, shit, oh God, this is fucking insane. Damn …

The two older girls pulled her off him and his cock slapped like wet granite back onto his stomach, still fully loaded. The moment passed and he relaxed, head rolling back as he breathed easy. “So,” he said to Cherry, “your pretty girlfriend’s had her fun. What now?” He glanced at Red, wondering if she’d be hopping on board, but it wasn’t Vanessa who responded.

“Think I’m gonna let my sweet slut have all the fun?” Cherry virtually crawled onto him, her ebony skin still beaded with perspiration from all her exertions that afternoon. “Time you got fucked by a real woman. No offence to you, baby-girl.”

“None taken,” Jaylee said mildly.

Say what? This girl wants to … She’s going to … Apparently she did and she was, for Cherry put her toned dancer’s body all over his, her skin hot to the touch. Her full breasts pillowed against his chest, those dark nipples trailing hard over his and the gold key-chain slithering down against his stomach. Her breath was mint and her perfume sweet-bitter cinnamon. “Hey, Jared, time we got close, don’t ya think?”

“And here’s me thinking you had an aversion to me.”

“Oh I don’t think you’re so bad really. You kinda starting to grow on me, you and this big dick of yours.” She let the slash of her cunt glide slowly from his balls to the head of his cock, those fierce black eyes monitoring every flicker of reaction in his face. “Vanessa told me what a generous-natured soul you are.”

“She … She did?” All but breathless, he fought to articulate the words.

“None of the details.” He stared into her exquisitely pencilled features while she spoke—her crimson-glossed lips and nightshade-lidded eyes—disconcerted to be suddenly so intimate with her. “Vee is way too discreet to spill all your secrets. But she says you’re very free with your time when a damsel’s in distress.”

“That’s right,” Vanessa affirmed, her voice full of amusement. “He’s full of stories and of course I’ve seen it first-hand—always seems he’s there to help a poor girl get in touch with her real feelings.” She loosened his hair as she chatted, freeing it totally from its band and scattering it about behind him. “Help her confront the truth about herself. He’s as altruistic as it gets, this one.”

“A knight in shining armour?”

“With a huge hard-on for a lance.”

“Oh yeah, you mean this hard-on.”

Cherry had reached down to cradle him in her fingers. The lips of her pussy made a brief slippery dance on the crown of his cock, before she guided him inside herself and slid all the way down his pole, her gaze intensifying as she made the journey. Her cunt was like a furnace and she didn’t stop her motion till he was trapped in it to the hilt. The key tickled his chest, taunting him in his captivity.

“Fuck …”

“Mm-hmm. That’s right, Rock-and-Roll. Fuck.” She glided on his pole, her vaginal muscles tightening on it possessively. “Guess I want to find out what all those pretty girls get when you provide your services. I hope you don’t think I’ve been too mean to you this afternoon. Take it that I wanna help you get in touch with some feelings of your own.” Her cunt massaged him in its hot, wet clutch, its incensed nerve-endings registering every motion of velvety flesh on hard. Shit … These aren’t new feelings, not new at all. But then she knows that by now, doesn’t she? “How you likin’ that?” Cherry asked, her charcoal-black hair slipping from behind her shoulders to brush his face.

“It’s … stimulating,” he breathed. “I mean very.”

“Don’t you even think of coming.” She dropped the words softly into his ear.

“You’re making me think about it.”

“Because if you shoot your hot nasty man-load inside me, I’ll get the fucking nipple-clamps, baby. The really cruel ones.”

Jesus … There’s ‘fucked-with’ and then there’s this. “Okay, I hear you.”

He needed to hear her well, because she pushed herself up at that moment with palms planted on his chest and began to ride him vigorously. “Time to check out the fucking prototype,” she said bizarrely as she thrust her hips, ass undulating on him, “put it to a proper test.”

Shit—whatever the hell she was referring to, whatever test she was carrying out, she did it full-measure. Her cunt was pumping up and down on his cock like she meant to milk him dry, whatever her strictures regarding ejaculation. That naturally voluptuous form, shaped to sleekness by whichever training regimen she preferred, was humping itself on him furiously like she was a mare in heat. The stallion was being tamed—it was like Natalie had possessed the girl so she could take charge of him all over again. She never let me fuck her either—she was always the one to do the fucking. Damn …

“How does that feel?” she demanded, sitting upright on him to palm her tits as she rode. “Good for you, cowboy?”

“Fuck … Cherry, I can’t last. You’re gonna … C’mon, gimme a break here!”

“Can’t take the pace? You gonna blow it all inside me so I have to go get those clamps?”

Even the thought of nipple torture couldn’t put the brakes on his ardour. “No … Seriously, slow it fucking down! I can’t … Fucking hell … Red, help me out here!”

Vanessa laughed at the desperation in his request, but she moved to Cherry nonetheless, grappling her friend from behind—restraining her, slowing down the furious motion. “Cut him some slack, Cherry—he’s been such a good boy for us.”

“You think?”

“By his standards, yeah.”

“If you say so …” Damn—the sight of milky freckled skin clutching inky-black, of these two formidable women pressed so close, almost pushed him over the edge in itself. But Vanessa had succeeded in decelerating her friend to the point where he could exert his will and drag himself back from the climactic verge. He steeled himself for whatever was next and it proved wise. “Touch me,” Cherry said to Vanessa, having slowed to a gentle rocking on his shaft. It was an entreaty rather than the kind of demand she had used with her lover. “Help get me off while I’m full of his big dick.”

Vanessa reached, her eyes straying to Jaylee. With the periphery of his vision Jared could tell that the girl was somewhat crestfallen. “Hey, I always wanted her to do this,” Cherry said in conciliatory tone to her pet. “Allow me my fantasy, sweetie. Come suck on my tit and show me there’s no hard feeling.”

Jaylee responded with alacrity, pacified by her mistress’ words. Jared was treated to a view of Cherry humping him while the perky brunette suckled one of her big breasts and the redhead reached down to rub her clitoris, those lightly speckled tits pressing into her ribcage.

“The things I do for friendship,” Vanessa sighed.

“Don’t lie, girl,” Cherry said, giving herself up to physical sensation. “You always wanted a piece of me.”

“I’m not going to believe this happened in the morning …” She eyed Jared, a crazy smile on her lips.

“You and me both, Red,” he said, gaze rambling all over the manifold delights that were on show. It required willpower as steely as his cock to prevent him from exploding, as Cherry was guided towards orgasm by her crack team, cunt continuing to work over his cock throughout.

“You must have enough cum stored up to drown the three of us,” Vanessa remarked unhelpfully, as she rubbed busy fingers on her friend’s clit. “I mean you gotta be ready to hose off like a fucking hydrant.”

“Shut up, Red,” he said, every muscle in his body locked into the fight against fulfilment.

“Do you wanna pump it all inside Cherry? ‘Cos I don’t think she’s gonna love you for that. Or are you waiting to frost us all, faces and tits?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up …”

Her laugh was throaty and feral. “It’s too much to resist. I never imagined you like this—it fucking rocks.”

Shit, I’d like to blow it all over you till you’re more white than red, girl. Christ, no, don’t think that …

“Hold it in, Rockstar, that’s a fucking order.”

Order? Damn, I’m trying, you crazy bitch!

“Oh God, I’m gonna come …” It was Cherry who uttered the words, gripping Jared’s shoulder and the back of Jaylee’s head, as she peaked. The snarl on her face was pure animal as orgasm overtook her, the grip of her cunt intense and relentless around his cock. She was fucking magnificent, this woman, as her body was consumed, taut flesh quaking, flecks of spit flying from her lips as she screamed her rapture. Vanessa and Jaylee clung to her and she clutched him in turn, like all four of them were caught up in the same electrical storm. The fact that he didn’t come in turn was nothing short of a miracle. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was holding out any more.

“Didn’t want to get there with me?” Cherry panted the words as she rocked to stillness on him.

“Looking for an excuse to use those clamps?”

She stroked his hair. “Maybe you’d like that. I think there’s a part of you would enjoy the cruelty. I’d even do it as a freebie.”

“I fuckin’ knew it. You do charge.”

“All of us are letting secrets go today,” she said, prising herself from him. Even now that her cunt had relaxed, it was a messy sucking business disengaging herself. He gritted his teeth against the sensation’s beauty. “I don’t mind you knowing, Rock-and-roll. I kinda like you after all.”

“I’m touched. Does that mean I get to come?” With Red, he’d almost added, but stopped himself. His eyes darted to Vanessa nonetheless. Her fingers were still wet from her friend’s pussy and she looked alive from her own taboo-busting behaviour. Admittedly he’d probably empty himself within twenty seconds of her mounting him, so great would be the urge to shaft her. For all Cherry’s harsh instruction, it was the red girl’s presence and the knowledge of all her planning that took his arousal to its farthest extreme. You seriously owe me, girl. There’d be no taking payment the state he was in and maybe she knew it.

“Does he get to come?” Cherry stood with wet thighs and nipples still engorged, looking to her associates for their input.

“I’m in two minds,” Vanessa said, pacing the length of him to toy with a strand of his hair. “Part of me likes the thought of kicking his ass out with that boner unrelieved—sending him home to work it off on his own, thinking about us all.” Her words were all Cherry, but her eyes glinted with the mischief he associated with her of old. Damn you, girl, you don’t wanna play too much more hardball with me … Come on, quit while you’re ahead. The redhead looked to the others. “What do you think? Jaylee?”

The perky brunette lit up with excitement. “I wanna see him come. I wanna see if it’s as spectacular as I think it’s gonna be.”

“Cherry?”

“Did I say I’d started to like him? Not enough to put that big a smile on his face. I say dump him and his big-ass hard-on out on the street and finish the lesson like it started. But that’s just me. You get casting vote. Whadda you say, Vee?”

“Yeah,” Jared pressed. The orgasmic tide had ebbed, but it wanted to come back in a tidal wave. “What do you say?”

She glanced at the other girls and then stared at him, chewing her lip in thought. “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it. I mean really nicely. I mean put some work into it this time. Impress me.”

Christ, you goddamn toying bitch.

It was only to be expected. He’d been under no illusions about Vanessa’s role that day as ‘good cop’. Well maybe she still didn’t realise how old a hand he was at pleading for orgasm. Not that he’d expected ever to have to do it again …

“Please …” he said, the calm in his voice at odds with his raging erection. “See? There’s that word again. Please girls—you got me at your mercy. Show some and get me off. I know I’ve misbehaved, but you all expected that, right? You’d have been disappointed if I’d lain down and rolled over with no fight. But I’ve been a good boy for the most part. I played your game—and I gotta give it to you, it’s one hell of a fuckin’ game you got goin’ here. Look, Jaylee there wants to see and I know beyond all doubt I’m gonna live up to her expectations. C’mon, give a guy a break here, girls, you all had your fun, you all had a hell of a good time at my expense—what are the odds on your sharing the love? Y’know, lendin’ a sufferin’ guy a hand?”

Vanessa looked at Cherry and then they both looked at Jaylee. All three girls were smiling. “He had me at ‘please’,” Vanessa said.

“Fuck it,” Cherry replied. “Jay, get the lube. It’s in the bedside cabinet.”

The tamed gym instructress beamed and dashed off to fetch the required item, the softer regions of her body jiggling attractively. Jared lolled in the chair a while longer, staring at the cunt juice slowly drying on his own unrelieved hard-on. Vanessa and Cherry moved in on him, a stunning naked compliment to each other as they ran fingertips and palms over his upper thighs, stroking his groin either side of his cock with gossamer lightness while skirting the crucial organ itself.

“I’m dying here,” he groaned, delirium beckoning.

“No you’re not,” Vanessa rebuked. “Less of the melodrama. You’ll be laughing at this tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll … Oh my God …” Tongues lighted on both his nipples and wriggled there, his torturers’ gazes locked in silent communication. That pair of mouths closed and sucked on him and he loosed a grating moan to the ceiling, hands groping for the shaft they could not access. Jesus, this pair was stretching his suffering out to the last. Where the hell was Jaylee?

“I got it.” Her silvery tone was music to him and the plastic bottle she held was a precious sight. “God,” she exclaimed, laugher in her voice, “what are you doing to the poor guy now?”

“You hear that?” Cherry said. “She’s all sympathy. That’s some kind of sweetheart you got takin’ your part.”

“God bless her,” he croaked. Cherry and Vanessa exchanged a knowing smile and looked to Jaylee.

“Squirt him,” Vanessa said.

Jaylee aimed the bottle’s nozzle and fired at close range. Warm lubricant doused his cock, trickling all the way down to his balls and coating him completely. The anointing was a salve, but the wrapping of Vanessa’s hand around his shaft was even better.

“Look at how lovely and messy he is now,” Jaylee cooed. “It really shows him off well.” There was warm love in her eyes as she stared at his newly glazed length.

Jared gazed too, observing with fascination the progress of Vanessa’s palm on him. Her long fingers were stretched almost the whole way around him as she glided from the base to the tip and all the slippery way back down again. The flesh of his cock was resolutely hard, pushing back as she squeezed against him. The slick rustling sound of her palm on his shaft was a lewd accompaniment to her beautiful pump-action.

“God, it’s a good thing you don’t have a girlfriend,” the redhead remarked as she sped up the motion. “She’d get repetitive strain injury if she had to jack off this beast too often. My wrist can feel it already.”

“Let me help,” Cherry said, her hand reaching down to slither over Jared’s ball-sac. Her palm closed around him and caressed, firm but restrained. “Damn,” she said, something approaching compassion in her voice for the first time. “You’re one backed-up boy. You really need to offload this, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” was all he managed, not willing to push his luck with some wise-crack.

She kneaded him steadily and in perfect sync with Vanessa’s stroking of his shaft. “Looks like you’re gonna get your chance. Are you looking forward to letting it all go?”

“Uh-huh.” Christ, yes. Don’t stop, please. Keep that up. Cherry and Vanessa were both staring into his eyes as they stoked him, alive with their own power. Jaylee perched on the side-lines, avidly taking in the drama.

“Are those balls ready to empty?” Cherry urged.

“Are they?” Vanessa said. “Are you ready to spew it all?”

“I’ll bet he’s good to shoot it a foot in the air.”

“Call the Guinness Book of World – fucking – Records—this is gonna be huge.”

“That’s as long as we don’t stop.” They slowed together, just as Jared’s body geared itself for the final sprint.

“Oh God, don’t stop … Please, I fucking beg of you, don’t fucking stop. Don’t do that to me.” They both grinned and broke back into motion, Vanessa’s palm working in long, full strokes, Cherry fondling and tugging on his swollen balls. Thank Christ, they were truly going for it. They were going to push him the whole distance.

“Jay, join in. Get your mouth on the head of his cock.”

Jaylee followed her lover’s command with zeal, moving side-on to Jared with a hand on his ribcage so she could complete her task. She let her pink tongue flicker over the glans and then tickle him under the hood, alert all the while for his reaction. The rough-surfaced application of her wet tongue sent him wild, that and her visual incorporation back into this hard-working group of dirty girls.

“Got her working the danger-end,” Vanessa warned. “I’ve seen what it can do.”

“That’s a risk she’ll have to take. She wants to see, she can see up close. Right, baby?”

Jaylee nodded, her tongue not breaking contact with Jared’s cock. Jesus, that’s gonna do it. This is it—all the way, please …

“Keep your eyes on us,” Cherry ordered him as she kneaded. “Don’t look away.”

“Yeah,” Vanessa affirmed, sustaining the two-girl commentary. “You’re gonna damn well watch what we’re doing to you.”

“Wringin’ you out like it’s washday.”

“Milking you dry, Rockstar, like a bunch of naked farm-girls.”

“Wrangling your cock.”

“Great job description, Cherry. We’re cock-wranglers.”

“Fuck yeah, Vee. That’s exactly what we are.”

They plied their cock-wrangling business with unflinching vigour, this trio of hot nude sirens. The dark-skinned beauty was squeezing his balls, while her sexy redhead companion pumped his shaft and the brunette cutie flicked her tongue-tip against his cock’s glinting eye. This explosive combination could only have one result.

Shit, here I fucking go at last. Thank you. Thank you God …

The tension in Jared’s body rose to a fizzing crescendo and he peaked.

His balls clenched tight like a fist and sent the contents of his balls in an upward surge. The tubes of his cock filled instantly before cum burst free of him in a great fucking geyser. He lost all vision, head thrown back by the force of his body’s convulsions, but he could sure as hell feel the passage of hot jism as it fountained out of him. One massive jet was followed by another of equal volume and velocity, both accompanied by Jaylee’s dramatic yell. His sac eased and gripped, eased and gripped, over and over, each huge wet spurt an unutterable joy. He was emptying fuck knew where—all over the place by the variety of female reactions—and on this occasion did not give a damn. All that mattered was the glorious release as he shook and bucked and spewed his mind-melting orgasm.

It was splattering back down on his stomach and chest, raining on him, while Jaylee continued to squeal sheer astonishment: “Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Oh God! Oh shit! He won’t stop!” Vanessa and Cherry were shouting too, theirs a ribald commentary— “There she blows!” “Fuckin’ Vesuvius! Swim for your goddamn life!” “Jesus, total fuckin’ whiteout!”

All of it would have been gratifying if he could have thought or felt anything more than one long full-body scream of Aaaaaaaaaagh! His pelvis and torso were still raised out of the chair and straining tight, as his cock spat the final few jets. The last of it oozed out of him as he hung in air, then gradually he slumped back into his seat and lay there listless. His mind was nowhere in particular, while his bio-rhythms raced, finally starting the long retreat back to normal. It was some moments before he opened his eyes and hazily surveyed the aftermath.

Jaylee had taken a good part of it directly. At least one of his gushes had taken her squarely in the face, glazing her pretty features to perfection so that translucent drops still dangled from her lips and chin. Several seemed to have exploded against her neck and jaw, resulting in the thick globules that hung in the tresses of her hair, or slithered down her tits to drip from her nipples. She was still in a state of awe as she opened her dripping hands and arms wide to the other girls in a ‘Check me out’ gesture.

“Damn, he got you good, girl,” Cherry said, clearly impressed, though there was milky spatter over her skin as well. “That was worth seeing—I’m glad I got outvoted.”

“I’ve been to Yellowstone Park,” Vanessa said, her hands and arms liberally splashed and her freckled tits sporting new white splotches, “and he’s the bigger natural wonder. I figured you wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“No shit. He pumped himself dry all over us, the horny bastard. Bet he’s pretty pleased with himself.”

“You messed me up good,” Jaylee told him, giving him a satisfying shot of her cum-plastered self. “Real good, I mean look at me. I’d never have believed so much cum could pump out of a guy. It nearly knocked me off my feet.”

Bless the girl, she genuinely wanted him to feel smug about it—and part of him was gratified that all three girls were dripping from his great ejaculation. But truly the cum-splatter was collateral to their finally getting him off after their long cruel tease. They’d finally allowed him to unload, and if they chose to bathe in their victory, then good for them. Natalie had granted him as much, the afternoon when she made the cheerleader take him full-force after a day’s worth of torture. No, these bitches had shown him who was boss and he was still too wrung out to be mad. As much of his jism had showered back down onto hischest and stomach and was pooling around his groin, so that he lay stewing in his own mess.

“Time for the girls to go clean up,” Cherry said, “especially that girl. Come on, honey, stop showing off for Mr. Alpha there. His ego don’t need to see you lookin’ like a snow-girl anymore.”

“Ego? What ego?” he groaned. “You girls took it all.”

“Shit,” Cherry said with a smirk. “We just gave it somethin’ to think about, that’s all.”

Jaylee planted a cum-plastering kiss on his cheek before departing. He was thankful it hadn’t been his mouth.

“Rest up,” Vanessa said with wink.

“I’m still cuffed. What else am I gonna do?”

“Yeah, good point.”

They left him to his drifting thoughts, shower water sounding in the background along with raucous female laughter. He’d been rendered a plaything one more time in his life and Natalie rose from the space she’d permanently taken in the back of his mind. Go out there and fuck all the girls you can, as hard as you can—isn’t that what I said? But know who owned your ass for a whole summer. Know who made you what you are. Well these girls are a little reminder. Guess you’ll have a point to prove now, won’t you, stud? Heaven help the next girl you pick up …

Heaven help her indeed. Although maybe it was too soon to get planning … He was still a captive after all.

The noises all around him over the next fifteen minutes however were all of girls dressing and fixing their looks after a lengthy workout. His presence there seemed incidental to their activity—they’d had their fun and were happy to leave him in semi-captivity. He sagged in the chair, feeling somewhat like the poor bastard in Reservoir Dogs, though happy that it was cum congealing on his skin and nothing else. His cock, while relieved, was still more hard than soft, thanks to the South American shit he’d taken. It was enhancing his body’s response to the snarky feminine giggles and memories of all the toying through which he’d survived.

“Hey, Jared,” Cherry said, meandering over to him in her original combo of heels, jeans and bustiere, “it’s been more of a pleasure than I expected. I’m glad you chose to subject yourself to our … artistic process.”

“What choice did I have?” he said, not sure how he felt regarding her imminent departure.

“Absolute choice,” she replied, sweeping back her hair, “and none.” She let her fingers walk over his upper arm and he looked her over at close range, wondering where the key to the handcuffs had gone. “The true sexual adventurer never has any real choice,” she said, like she’d read his thoughts from earlier. “I’m glad you turned out to be one of those. Makes you more interesting. You take care now, Rock-and-Roll. Go easy on the next star-struck fan-girl who comes knocking on your stage door.”

No chance, Cherry-girl—she’s gonna get ruined. Maybe he’d pay a return visit to Miss Soprano at the diner on 47th … He was sure the ebony alpha-female got the gist of his thoughts and they shared a wry smile—a kind of mutual acknowledgement.

“C’mon, honey,” she said to her freshened-up lover. “I’m gonna treat you to dinner for being such a good girl. Then I’m gonna spank you silly for being a bad one.”

Jaylee pulled an ‘Oh my God’ face while strolling past Jared in newly donned sweater and jeans. She stopped to kiss his cheek again, this time cum-free. “You are a sweetie, Mr. Rockstar,” she said, stroking his hair. “I think you like to pretend you’re not, but you can’t escape your nature. I kinda got a crush. Maybe I’ll come see you play sometime. If Cherry lets me.”

“You’ll need to be a very good girl to earn those points,” her lover said brusquely. “Get your ass here. I’m hungry.”

I could do with a bite to eat myself, Jared thought as they departed. Gonna need to piss soon too …

And then... it was just him and Vanessa.

TO BE CONTINUED