The Screwman Show

[aimauanca]

1.
At seven o’clock the radio alarm sounded. Screwman hit the snooze button and rolled over. He was tired, fat too tired to get up and go to work. His wife Sarah and their next-door neighbour Lucy had kept him up till two in the morning, and he felt totally exhausted. He groaned with despair when his wife came into the bedroom. She knelt on the bed, dressed just in her short silk nightdress. Srewman felt like shit and he could never understand why Sarah woke up so full of energy, and with her make-up looking perfect.

“Are you awake, honey? I’m wide awake and I want to fuck!” Sarah said, rubbing at her hard nipples through the thin silk. She slipped off the bed and pulled back the sheet. Screwman lay there, naked, as always when he was in bed. His face looked tired but his prick was as hard as ever, due to the viagra solution that had been dripped into his mouth as he snored through the night.

“Oh, you’re ready for me!” Sarah exclaimed, and, slipping of the nightdress, climbed on the bed and sat over Screwman’s prick. She moaned loudly as she slid it in slowly, deep inside her cunt. She rocked back and forth, letting Screwman’s slippery prick almost totally out at each movement, so the pussy juice was visible, glistening on the hard rod and on the soft lips it penetrated.

“That’s so good, Screwman”. Sarah moaned and screamed all the time, as though Screwman was the best fuck in the universe. After a few minutes, she slid forward and pushed her pussy across his face. “Lick me, Screwman, lick me”. Screwman obliged and flicked his tongue rapidly over Sarah’s shaven cunt.

This was a tricky shot for the cameras hidden behind the mirror at the top of the bed. Sarah had been here yesterday, while Screwman was out at work, rehearsing the scene with an actor so they could be sure to get the camera angles right and get good close-ups of Screwman’s tongue working Sarah’s pussy.

Sarah screamed as the orgasm took her. Screwman licked some more for good measure, until Sarah, lay down beside him. “That was so good, Screwman. Now it’s your turn”. She moved her head down his body till she met his quivering prick. Very slowly, Sarah took the head of Screwman’s prick into her mouth, and then she started sucking, taking care that her hair was well round the back of her head so as not to spoil any camera shots.

Now it was Screwman’s turn to moan as Sarah increased the rhythm and the depth of her pumping action. He had almost come when Sarah pulled her head back to release Screwman’s prick – she quickly passed to a hard jerking of the swollen member with her hand. Sarah concentrated on the pulse of Screwman’s prick and the urgency of his grunts, and so was able to stop jerking just in time to completely ruin Screwman’s orgasm.

Sarah smiled as the twitching prick oozed out its usual small quantity of semen. Screwman felt his usual post coital depression, but he didn’t complain. He didn’t realise that his orgasm had been ruined. This was the only sort of orgasm he’d had since the Screwman Show started, three years ago, and he remembered nothing of his previous life, completely lost to him through the careful application of drug-induced amnesia.
And so several times a day Screwman was fucked, sucked and wanked, for the enjoyment of a select, paying, internet audience, without him even realising that his every movement, and his average of ten ruined orgasms a day, were being filmed and relayed worldwide on streaming video.

2.
Screwman left his house and walked the 100 yards to the door of the office where he sold insurance. As he had done before, he mused over the inequity of life and the way sex worked for the two sexes. All the girls he had known and screwed had incredible loud, screaming orgasms that left them exhausted and satisfied. He himself had orgasms that resulted in a few drops of semen onto a bed-sheet, and a powerful depression straight afterwards. And yet he was always ready for more – his prick was always hard and ready to fuck. This wouldn’t have surprised Screwman if only he’d known what viagra was and how much of it he was being fed, one way or another, each day. But he didn’t know, and nobody was about to tell him.

Once or twice he had actually wondered what would happen if he just continued fucking as his orgasm neared, but Sarah had told him that coming in an enclosed place would cause the semen to back-up inside his prick, causing infection, and, in time, to his prick rotting away. Screwman didn’t want his prick to rot, so he didn’t insist on coming inside Sarah’s cunt.
One night, when he awoke unexpectedly, finding his prick as hard as aver, he had started to wank. This was not at all according to the script, but it was no use waking his wife, as she was absent at the time (if only Screwman knew, she never actually stayed the night once he was safely asleep). The show’s staff, ever vigilant of the rack of monitors that showed Screwman’s world, sent Lucy from next door to save the situation.

As Screwman wanked he heard the doorbell at the front of the house. He went naked to open the door – no-one had ever taught him to have shame or to cover his hardness in front of other people. The door opened on Lucy, naked herself, just like Screwman. “Screwman,” she exclained, “I had this dream where I was giving a blowjob, and I won’t sleep again until I do give one!” She knelt before Screwman and sucked him deep down her throat. Lucy was well-known in the porn business for being one of few girls that could deep-throat a guy and lick his balls too. She did that now to Screwman, even though he was far from being short-dicked.

Screwman grabbed Lucy’s hair and pulled her head back and forth. It was so good, and soon he could feel that his orgasm was close. But Lucy could feel that too. Not only was she a star of the blow-job, but also she had mastered the art of telling just when a guy was going to shoot his load. Of course, all the girls that took part in the Screwman Show could wank Screwman and break off just in time, but to understand the signs of oncoming orgasm while sucking a guy is much more difficult. Lucy had learned to do just this, and as Screwman reached his peak she pulled back to watch the pathetic sight that thousands of subscribers were paying for, of a few drops of come that oozed from Screwman’s twitching prick,

3.
Screwman arrived at the office. His secretary, Mary, smiled as she saw the tent pushing out from Screwman’s trousers. No-one had ever offered him underpants, so there was nothing to restrain his permanent erection.

“That looks good” said Mary and followed him into his office. “I’m wet just thinking about lunchtime” she said, “but for starters, how about ...”. She manoeuvred Screwman in front of a full length mirror, and, standing behind him, opened his trouser zip and pulled out his zip. Mary wanked him vigorously, while she told him all the things they would do during the lunch break. The cameramen had no difficulty with these shots, as the room behind the two-way mirror gave them all the freedom they needed to find the best angles.

Mary jerked Screwman to orgasm, which she duly ruined by releasing her grip at just the right time. “This morning you have a customer, a certain Miss Nancy Smith. Then later the boss wants you – she sounded angry over the phone. See you at lunch!”
Mary left a rather ridiculous Screwman standing with his trousers round his ankles with a small pool of semen on the floor before him. So started Screwman’s office day.

4.
“Miss Smith” Mary announced. A beautiful girl in a tight dress stood at the door. She was just one of the guest porn stars that appeared from time to time on the Screwman Show (unknown to its protagonist, obviously). The girls were happy to take part for various reasons – the pay was good, the prestige was important, but most of all they just liked to watch a pathetic guy having his orgasm ruined instead of taking it in the face like they had to most days. What’s so sexy about seeing that salty goo shoot in a girl’s eyes and hair anyway?

“I’d like to buy health insurance please” said Miss Smith. Screwman indicated the chair in front of his desk, but instead the girl came behind the desk to where he was sitting. “It’s for my new job” she explained. “I need insurance on my health, but I really don’t have time for a medical. Do you think I need a medical?”

She pulled Screwman’s hand to her chest. The apparent idea was for him to feel her heart, but the result was her placing his hand on her left breast. “Does that seem ok to you?” she said. “What about this?”.

She pulled Screwman’s hand under her short dress. She was wearing no underwear, but then, no girl did in the world of Screwman – he had never even seen panties.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She reached down to open Screwman’s trousers and slid her cunt down onto his erection. At the same time she pulled the dress over her head, and then pushed her one tit into Screwman’s face. Pulling the young man’s head hard to her breast, until he almost suffocated, Nancy Smith raised and lowered herself onto Screwman’s hard prick. She moaned with pleasure, or at least with apparent pleasure. One girl had actually had an orgasm on set the previous month, a more or less unique event in the history of porn. The director had hounded her off the set for unprofessional behaviour.

So Nancy’s orgasmic moaning was as fake as that of any of her porn film colleagues. But it had the effect of exciting the unknowing star of the best-followed porn reality on the planet, and soon Screwman was gasping, soon to shoot his load, right inside Nancy’s cunt. But that was not to be – at the last moment Nancy raised her hot wet cunt just a few inches away from Screwman’s twitching prick, and then she reached down to give the last few fateful strokes. The remote-control cameras under the desk zoomed-in on the semen dribbling out, while Nancy’s pussy made a perfect background.

5.
Miss Demeanour showed up at 11 sharp, dressed in her usual leather skirt, red silk blouse, and high leather boots. Screwman’s boss did not look happy. “Your sales are far short of your targets” she said sharply. “Your renewal rate is virtually zero!”
This was true, of course. Many porn stars that had appeared on the Screwman Show and had signed a first policy, but few of these had ever appeared to sign a renewal. This was far from Screwman’s fault. He sent out (or thought he sent out) many letters reminding his customers of the expiry date of their policies, but few answered.

“You know the punishment – get to it!”

Miss Demeanour sat on the chair in front of Scewman’s desk and opened her thighs; the cameras swivelled to point straight to her pussy lips. Screwman, who knew the routine well, kneeled down between the leather boots and pushed his tongue into the woman’s cunt. The camera in the chair showed the best scene – Screwman’s tongue flicking hard at Miss Demeanour’s clit. The woman opened her blouse and pulled hard at her jutting nipples. As she shuddered, Mary stood at the door and watched, her hand up her skirt, masturbating vigorously as the director used split-screen techniques to best show all the action.

“Stop!”

Screwman was surprised but obediently stopped his licking immediately. Miss Demeanour opened her handbag and produced a rubber dildo with straps attached. “Put this on!”

Screwman, after a few false starts, fixed the dildo onto his chin. Awaiting no further explanation he thrust the veined phallus deep into Miss Demeanour’s cunt. At each thrust, he used his tongue to further excite the woman’s clit, until she screamed as the orgasm hit her, for what seemed like forever.

A few minutes passed before Miss Demeanour relaxed enough to retake control of the situation.

“Sit!”

Screwman sat in his chair behind the desk. The cameras zoomed in on the wet patch in the front of his trousers, caused by all the precum he had produced since starting fellatio on his boss. Miss Demeanour walked round the desk and reached down. She stroked the erection through the sticky material of Screwman’s Dockers, until just the right moment. As she pulled her hand away, Screwman grunted as the cameras relayed the spread of the wet patch, under which Screwman’s unsatisfied prick twitched. The in-trouser ruined orgasm had been virtually unknown, even in the fetish porn industry, before the Screwman Show started three years ago.

6.
The next day was the turn of Wanna Givitaway, an up and coming star of facial porn movies. Her speciality was teasing men’s pricks for long periods until they came in her face. Via her agent she had arranged a deal to tease Screwman for even longer than usual before ruining his orgasm. Wanna was important enough to have her own Wikipedia page, but she kept just one secret from the internet, from her friends, her colleagues and her agent – she was in love with Screwman.
There was something tender about Screwman that Wanna could not resist, and she couldn’t stand him being exploited in this way. She vowed to herself that Screwman would be freed.

She turned up in Screwman’s office as just one more of his insurance policy customers. In very little time, the poor insurance agent was lying naked on his desk as Wanna slowly teased the head of his cock. Screwman felt he was about to explode when Wanna suddenly drew her head closer to his dick. “Come!” she shouted and thrust Screwman’s prick deep down her throat. She pumped for just a few seconds while Screwman came. He had never (in the last three years) felt such a fantastic sensation. Wanna continued to pump and Screwman gasped with his first non-ruined orgasm.

And there wasn’t even a money shot! What sort of reality porn show was without a money shot?

7.
A member of the Show’s staff hit the panic button. Camera crew dropped their work and rushed in to pull Wanna off, but the damage had been done – Screwman had experienced his first real orgasm, and he could not be expected to make do with less in the future. Fortunately Plan B has already been defined, so as to respond to just the sort of situation that had just occurred.

As Screwman recovered and started to reason on what had happened, two uniformed girls came on the scene with a quantity of mysterious hardware. They first locked a belt around his waist, so that a metal box, attached to the belt, lay in the small of his back. They then locked a cuff to each of his wrists – each cuff terminated a chain that led to the box behind Screwman’s back. The last touch was to lock onto the belt a large hinged cock-cage. The cage, as a chastity device, was unusual. Once in place it allowed absolutely no contact with the penis, neither fucking nor wanking, but differently from most such devices, it left the penis all the space it needed to get erect, so that the show’s viewers could see all the time the hardness caused by permanent viagra consumption.

How the belt worked was only evident one hour later. While Screwman sat, still stunned in his office chair, the director pressed a blue button on a panel in the control room. Screwman felt the cuffs on his wrists pull his hands behind his back as the box wound in the chains. After a few seconds, Screwman’s hands were effectively locked behind him. As soon as the box had wound the chains completely in, the hinged cock-cage popped open.

Two girls in short, sexy nurse uniforms came into the office.

“Hi Screwman” said the blonde nurse, “that was naughty, wasn’t it? What did that slut mean by making you come like that? Now we’ll just have to change the way things run here.”

The two nurses stood Screwman up and guided him to the back of the office. The box jerked Screwman back as it fixed on a powerful electro-magnet fitted in the wall. Screwman could no longer move.

“You see,” continued the blonde, “our viewers pay good money to see your semen dribble out of your twitching prick, and we can’t have you actually enjoying it – that’d just be mainstream porn, and mainstream porn realities are two-a-penny. The Screwman Show is in a different class.

“Now we have to change the program works. If we leave your hands free, you’ll be wanting to come all the time, and one way or another you’ll find a way to do it. But with your hands tied, the variety of sex scenes you can perform are kind of reduced, so we risk losing subscribers.”

Now the redhead: “Before today the program was based on you having great sex with beautiful girls, and then having your orgasm ruined. From now on, the program’s going to be based on beautiful girls teasing your prick to death – and then we’ll ruin your orgasm anyway.”

“How would you like to see some lesbo stuff Screwman?” The two girls embraced and kissed, with much thrusting of tongues. Each slowly caressed and undressed the other, until, completely naked, the redhead lay on Screwman’s desk and pulled at her hard nipples while the blonde flicked her tongue over the redhead’s cunt. Screwman was always hard but watching the two girls like this made his prick twitch and leak precum. The girls changed positions – the blonde laid on the desk and fingered her pussy while the redhead started to slowly tease Screwman’s prick.

She started by just rubbing the precum round the head of his prick with one finger. She continued by making a circle with finger and thumb and wanking Screwman ever so lightly, so that the sensation took him nearer and nearer orgasm but never enough to come. Screwman groaned in frustration and his prick switched, as the need to come built up inside, but the girl just continued with slow, soft caresses that were a virtual torture. This went on for some time, until finally, according to a script defined in Head Office by the program planners, she increased the pace just slightly, taking Screwman right to the edge, and then she took her hand away. Screwman’s prick twitched even more, but he did not come. After several seconds, the girl started again, and repeated the process many times, taking Screwman ever closer to the edge, until finally, just as she was about to start stroking again, he dribbled a few drops of semen from the tip of his prick. Taking care to wait a little while longer, she then started all over again, with repeated edges, until another few drops of semen leaked out. Then finally, she took Screwman’s prick hard in her hand and wanked him fast, before taking her hand away for one last time. Screwman gasped as his prick bobbed up and down, and then, after what seemed like an eternity, all the remaining semen dribbled out onto the floor. After the incident with Wanna, Screwman had returned to his regime of ruined orgasms only.

The two girls left the scene, and Screwman remained firmly attached to the wall. He didn’t know that the production company was at that very time launching a worldwide publicity campaign to inform viewers of that the next scene would be something special. Cryptic messages were arriving via twitter, text messages and emails to paying kink addicts the world over. Within a short time, millions were taking time off work so as to be able to connect privately via PC or app.

Finally, at the appointed hour, one of the world’s best known porn actresses, Madame X, walked onto the scene, dressed in typical dominatrix black leather. Screwman goggled at Madame X’s curves, her tits almost bursting out, the thigh-high stiletto heel boots. His prick stood straight out in front of him, ready as ever.

“Hi, Screwman,” said Madame X. “Shall we have some fun?”

She reached down and started wanking Screwman, and generally gave him the standard treatment he had been receiving since he started in the show. Viewers were starting to wonder what all the hype had been about; Madame X did her job well, and edged Screwman to perfection several times, but similar scenes had been happening for months – what was special this time.
Finally Madame X took Screwman just that little bit further over the edge, and then removed her hand and watched semen dribble out right onto to her shiny black boots.

“You shit, Screwman!” she shouted. “Look at your filthy goo on my new boots! You’ll pay for that!”

Just as Screwman’s erection was starting to subside, Madame X took him in her hand and wanked him hard, much, much harder than before. Screwman sobbed and pleaded, but with no success. He writhed his body trying to escape from her, but Madame X just carried on wanking him until he thought his prick would break in two. She kept the torture going for five minutes, until finally leaving the rather pathetic Screwman, limp against the wall.

8.
And so a new phase started in the Screwman Show. In the first years, the show was based on a man who believed that he was living an ordinary life, though he just happened to be surrounded by beautiful nymphomaniacs that need servicing all the time, and who responded by giving him those pathetic, unsatisfying, ruined orgasms. But Screwman didn’t know they were ruined – they just were like that because that was the normal way for them to be.

In the new phase, at regular intervals, the box attached behind his back would pull in the chains that fastened around his wrists, then the cock cage would open, and then he would be subjected to one of many variations of the teasing and torture scenes thought up in the show’s offices. So there could one, two or three girls; girls masturbating themselves or having lesbian sex; just fingers or dildos or strapons, and finally, the key to the scene, eternal frustrating teasing followed by one or more dribbling orgasms, or, worse still, hard wanking followed by post orgasm torture. Within Screwman, the seeds of rebellion started to germinate.

When Screwman wasn’t being sexually tortured, they let him get on with his hobbies. The tell the truth, nobody could really give a fuck what he did between scenes, just as long as he came up with the goods when the cameras closed in on the money shot. The only other important theme was his diet – he had to eat the right hormone-laced foods that would keep up a high level of semen production, so there was plenty of goo to be dribbled out even though he was coming up to twenty times a day.
In the break times, Screwman built up a complex model railway in his work room. He had plenty of material and tools, though none that could be used to cut the chains at his wrists.

No-one noticed when Screwman bolted two metal brackets to the table; they could have just seemed part of the model railway, but really they played a key role in Screwman’s ingenious plan.

One day, as the clock struck two, Screwman felt a click in the box in the small of his back that told him the chains were about to restrain him. He quickly manoeuvred a chair under the handle of the door, and then, with his back to the table, placed his wrists next to the brackets fixed to the table. As the box wound the chains in, soon the cuffs on Screwman’s wrists were hard against the brackets. Now the strong motor in the box was not working just against Screwman’s arms, but against the table itself. It had not been designed to meet resistance, and soon the teeth on one of the cogs winding the chain in were stripped off, leaving Screwman’s right arm free. The motor continued until his left hand was firmly attached behind his back, but then the box, having completed this phase of its purpose, activated the servo that opened the lock on the cockcage. Screwman had now his prick accessible and his right hand to access it with!

Madame X pounded at the door. It was her turn for a solo session with Screwman, and there was no crew around to help her break in and stop him! She desperately drove against the door with her shoulder, but the chair didn’t move. Resigned to failure, she abandoned force and just rattled the door handle, until finally the chair that Screwman had used slid noisily to the floor. Madame X burst into the room, where Screwman was wanking hard. For the first time in these years of the Screwman Show, he was getting off without a tantalising sequence of edges. He was finally going to COME, big time! Madame X rushed towards him, and, just in time ... took an enormous glob of sperm right in her face.

“Fffffffuck” gasped Screwman.

“Oh, fuck!” said Madame X.

[zekirose96]

Excellent writing. thoroughly enjoyed it. when do we get to see the tease?

[junedelle25m]

WOoooowww.. Mazing imagination, pants is wet all down. hehehehe
because of you im so [horny] right now. Good job.,