Dan's New Life 03: The Team Mascot
Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2021 6:31 am
Dan’s New Life 03: Team Mascot
Chapter 1: The Day After
After Dan’s humiliating, massive orgasm as the sun set on his birthday party, after he had spent the rest of the evening lapping desperately between the tight, quivering thighs of each of the Tease Club owners, he had almost immediately begun to wonder what his “Birthday Present” meant about his “Sunday Hearing” the next night. Since he had become an unwitting tease slave to the blonde and voluptuous Cindi, the soft and loving Destiny, the inventive and sadistic Trixi, the cruel and refined Lexie, and the tough and commanding Dominique, Sunday had been the only day that Dan was able to earn even the remote chance of an orgasm. But his birthday had been on a Saturday…
He hadn’t needed to wonder long, however, as Sunday evening came around fast enough. After heading back to Cindi’s apartment with her Saturday night once the party had died down, the blonde seductress had immediately resumed her soft, flirtatious, and relentless cock teasing of Dan, and when she drove him back to the Tease Club Sunday evening, his cock was throbbing and oozing in anticipation of another orgasm, despite his release the night before.
He had arrived, expecting to be immediately put into the Chippendale style “uniform” that the girls were so fond of making him wear on the nights of Hearings, but as soon as he had stripped down for Cindi, she had lead him immediately into the Break Room, and had begun strapping him into the remote controlled bondage bench that Trixi so lovingly called “The Chair”. The difference in the opening festivities immediately made him nervous, but he clung desperately onto the hope that he might actually have a chance to cum again this evening.
Since turning his life blindly over to these women almost a month earlier, Dan had quickly learned the most horrifying curse of his predicament: no matter how much he yearned to cum, no matter how satisfying, and explosive, and exquisite it felt when he was finally allowed to erupt, the satisfaction never lasted. One orgasm a week (at MOST, and then only if he was very lucky) was just not enough to relieve his aching blue balls or his desperate sexual hunger for any significant length of time. 20 or 30 minutes after he had exploded on his birthday, his cock had grown rock hard again, and he had felt that familiar, needy, dull hunger begin to return to his scrotum.
As Cindi strapped him into The Chair now, his other owners strutted into the room. And as Cindi slowly disrobed for Dan’s crawling eyes, the other women strutted silently around his body, until each was lightly touching him, cooing slightly as they stroked at his helpless, naked form.
“You know sweetie,” Cindi began, purring as she spread the base of The Chair, splitting his bound legs and allowing her to creep her soft fingertips slowly up his inner thighs, “TECHNICALLY, you’re supposed to be in Mistress Mode until tomorrow after failing the test last week…” Dan froze at those words, and the chubby, big breasted blonde had giggled, wrinkling her freckled nose at his reaction. Dan had spent the last week in a device that shocked him every time time he was about to cum, after he had failed another one of their impossible tests, and they had used it to tease him to the brink of insanity for the entire week.
Cindi continued in an innocent voice, smiling sweetly at him, her blue eyes glittering with laughter, “But…the girls and I were talking, and we all decided that after letting you cum, and turning off the voltage for the rest of the night, it would be kind of silly to turn it back on for less than a day…”
Destiny, who was standing by his lower hip, chimed in, her deep, warm, large eyes making him feel weak as she leaned forward, pressing her massive mocha breasts together, “So I suggested that we just do your Monday Test a day early and get it out of the way!” She moved closer, her hand sliding up his chest until it found one of his exposed nipples, and she began plucking at it sensuously while she purred, “Besides, after the generous gift we gave our little Tease Toy yesterday, I think his poor frustrated cock is going to have a much easier time of it.” She batted her eyes at him sweetly, and breathed, “What do you think of that idea, baby? Would you like a chance to avoid an extra day of Mistress Mode?”
Dan’s mind raced, as he looked around from one beautiful buxom stripper to the next. Dan thought he truly might do anything to avoid another day of Mistress Mode. And Destiny had been right, that despite the growing hunger in his loins, he was not quite NEARLY as desperate as he had been only 24 hours ago. But the Monday Test could be almost impossible under the wrong circumstances, and it had seemed like all FIVE of them were going to administer it at once today. He stared, silent and thinking as fast as he could while he tried to calculate his best option, but a flash of annoyance on Destiny’s face threw him into a panic, and he finally burst out, “YES! Yes please Destiny, I don’t want to get shocked again, please do the test today, you’re all so generous…”
Cindi had nodded in approval at Dan’s babbling, very pleased with how thoroughly they had broken this arrogant man. It had been only weeks ago that Dan had strutted through the world with a holier than thou attitude that was as infuriating as it was unearned. And now here he was, naked, mewling, begging, entirely at her mercy and loving every moment of it. “Good, Dan,” she had giggled, as her fingers crawled up his innermost thighs, and she began to tickle lightly at his already swelling testicles, “You already know all the rules, so just be a good boy, okay? No talking or begging for one hour if you don’t want your poor little balls getting shocked for another week…”
Dan nodded, trembling as Cindi checked the clock and began. Dan stiffened in his bindings, expecting all five of them to descend on him at once as soon as the games got started, but the others just continued to lightly stroke at him as Cindi’s soft, teasing fingers slid slowly up from the base of his cock. None of them spoke, or did anything but stare at him, as they lightly petted every inch of his body. Dan’s mind raced in the silence. The Monday Test tonight? What did that mean for the Sunday Hearing? Was it canceled? Or would he have a chance to earn release after the test was over?
He shivered and trembled under the soft teasing touch of the girls, and his eyes bugged out of his head as he watched Cindi’s fingers writhe playfully about 3/4 of the way up his shaft, never quite reaching his aching purple cock head. He had been tempted to ask Cindi about the Sunday Hearing all day, but had been so afraid of the answer that he had kept his questions to himself. Now, however, he cursed himself: it would have been so much better just to KNOW while he was put through this, he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth, trying and failing to thrust deeper into Cindi’s hands as the Chair held him firmly in place.
During the Monday Test, whoever was teasing him (usually Lexie) almost always talked endlessly as they edged and tortured him, saying anything they could think of to tease him into speaking and failing. But tonight, all five women were completely silent, quietly staring deeply into his eyes as they played with him. The effect was eery, and he found himself shivering as he looked from Lexie’s piercing green eyes to Trixi’s mischievous dark ones, wishing he could escape their gaze somehow.
It was almost 10 minutes of nothing but the sounds of Dan gasping and wheezing before someone finally spoke, and it turned out to be Dominique. “You know,” she said suddenly in her tough, Bronx-y accent, as her soft nails teased against Dan’s underarm, making him giggle, “We’ve been REALLY good to our Tease Toy this weekend…” She snapped her gum juicily as she looked up and down his trembling body with playful eyes, “We gave him his precious little cummies yesterday, in front of ALLLLL those sexy girls…and now, today we’re taking a day off his punishment? I think, if Danny boy were a gentleman, he’d do something to thank us for being such good owners.”
“Oooh, I like that idea” Cindi purred, as she continued to lightly brush her fingers against just the edges of Dan’s cock, making him pump and thrust with heartbreaking futility at the open air, “What did you have in mind, Dominique?” Dominique licked her lips as her deep chocolate eyes glittered, and she continued to tickle maddeningly at his armpit as she laughed and said, “Honestly? After we let him spurt all that sticky cum all over the place, while so many sexy girls cheered for him? I think he should offer to wait another week before his next Hearing!”
Dan stifled a groan, trying again desperately to thrust his hips, heartbroken but not quite surprised. Deep in his heart, he knew that hoping for an orgasm two days in a row with these women was a pipe dream, and he had been stupid to hope for it. Still, despite all of that, he felt real tears of disappointment well up in his eyes, and he forced them back. But when Lexie spoke up next, her words destroyed his composure completely.
“Wait a minute my darling, just to clarify,” the pale, freckled redhead said to Dominique, in her soft, icy, composed voice, “You’re talking about having our precious Daniel skip next week, correct?” Her emerald eyes shone brightly at him as she teased and plucked at one of his nipples, “I mean, there’s no way that any of us were even THINKING about giving our little Tease Toy another release tonight, right?”
The tears Dan had been fighting back burst forward uncontrollably, as Dominique laughed and responded, “Oh duh, there’s no way he was EVER going to pop again tonight…that would be WAY too soon” She had leaned forward as she spoke, her soft, brown tight curls bouncing adorably around his face as she playfully used him, “Well Dan? Don’t you think we deserve a thank you for how generous all your owners are? Don’t you think you should wait another two weeks before you have another chance to cum for us?”
Dan had started shaking, his body wracked with sobs, and he bit his tongue to stay silent as he shook his head violently “no”. Dominique had leaned forward then, and gently wiped the tears from his cheek, before whispering in her husky, tough girl accent, “You know, Danny boy, if you don’t say anything, we’ll just have to assume that you agree with us… Is that what you want? You want us to cancel the Hearing next week?” Almost the instant the last word came out of her soft, full lips, Cindi’s fingers finally crept to his desperate cock head, and he began to thrash as her fingertips swirled precum around his tip.
He strained wildly, desperately attempting to escape his bonds, his mind whirling: two more weeks? Or say something and it’s back in Mistress Mode for another week of hell? Oh Jesus…He was so trapped in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten how inescapable the bindings of The Chair really were, and despite the straining cords of his muscles, or the light sheen of sweat that broke out over his body, he didn’t move more than a millimeter. As Dominique giggled and asked him what was wrong, he burst out into a warbling sob as he desperately shook his head “no” so quickly that he began to feel dizzy.
“Cindi, how long does Dan have in his test?” Dominique said, laughing at his panic. “45 minutes” Cindi responded, as she dipped and swirled her wet fingertips against the slit at the head of his cock until they were glistening with precum. “Well then,” Dominique said, her soft lips spreading into a huge, beautiful smile, “I guess you have about 44 minutes to say something then, Danny boy, before we cancel your next cummies…” She strutted slowly up to the head of the Chair, and spun expertly on her clear, glittery, stripper heels, before grabbing the back of his head, and mashing his face against her full, naked, bottom, “So you better think long and hard about what you want.”
As Dan realized what this meant, that the girls were essentially putting him in a position to choose between another week in Mistress Mode, or another two weeks without the chance to cum, the other girls descended on him like a pack of vultures, groping and kissing at every inch of his body, rubbing themselves against him, moaning in his ears, licking at his chest, and arms, and neck. He felt sobbing, confused frustration overtake him completely beneath a wriggling, soft, warm pile of girls as he began straining at his bondage again. He knew he couldn’t take another week of Mistress Mode.
But he wasn’t quite sure how much more of this he could take either.
Chapter 2: New Challenges
Dan somehow managed to stay silent, and make what he knew was the better call. He knew how much more torture these women would have put him through with a taser wrapped around his testicles for another eight days. But as the next two weeks wore on and on, he found it harder and harder to believable remind himself of that. While he wasn’t in any physical pain this way (except for the gnawing ache constantly pulsing from his testicles), the sexual agony these women kept him in through simple tease and denial mind games was extraordinary.
Every weeknight Dan was in the Break Room of The Tease, being excruciatingly tortured from 6-9pm, and then left as a plaything for any dancer on a break from 9pm to midnight. And while those private sessions in the first part of the evening were always the worst part of the night, being on “entertainment duties” from 9 to midnight was no picnic either. Whenever he was alone in the room, a constant loop of porn videos would be playing for him on the screens. And every night, after enduring hours of teasing, he would eventually lose control and begin to stroke himself. But every time that it happened, every time he began to fondle himself, one of the women seemed to come in within 1 or 2 minutes, laughing at him mercilessly each time they caught him. He began to suspect that they were watching him somehow and doing it intentionally, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from trying.
The endless stream of videos constantly playing each starred at least one of the women from the Buena Vista who had stood around him cheering and laughing as he had cum on his birthday, which was a constant, arousing reminder of his humiliation that day. And as each video started, the title gave the performer’s name, so that he soon had learned the name of each neighbor of Dominique’s that they were tormenting him with.
Sasha Foxxx, the lithe, cat eyed beauty that had taken pictures of him and giggled uncontrollably as he came, was featured prominently, slowly teasing one cock after another. Erica Campbell was another, a soft, curvy brunette with round breasts and a gorgeous face, who constantly stroked herself in sheer stockings. In almost every video, she cooed at him to touch himself in a soft voice that began to seem more and more teasingly cruel. Raquel Roper, a dark eyed, raven haired beauty with a talented tongue, drew his attention every time she appeared, expertly licking one cock after another to the edge and back as she stared into him through the screen.
The names went on and on. There was wide eyed Ashley Alban, who’s twerking videos were almost as hypnotic to him as the videos of her playful teasing the camera with her jiggling round ass and tight, fake breasts. Emily Lynn, who had the fluffiest, most drool inducing ass Dan had ever seen, fucked dildo after dildo for him as he paced around the room trying not to masturbate, her dark hair bouncing almost as much as her round bottom. Then there was Ambercutie, a chubby, stacked cam girl who danced and bounced, grinning at the camera from behind cute, tiny, black glasses as she fucked herself with a vibrator. A state of the art surround sound system installed throughout the Break Room ensured that Dan was constantly attacked with soft, teasing voices; wet, gasping moans; and shuddering squeals of pleasure from each woman.
After the third day of this, Dan had entered the Break Room that night to find every single wall mounted with a big screen TV, and the instant his 9 to midnight shift started, they each began playing new videos simultaneously, one after another. By the end of week one, he had learned every name in the montage, and had realized that there were exactly ten names on this list. Two of them, an angelic faced, dominant young woman with a playful bratty energy named Natalya, and a wild and All American blonde with perky tits and streaks of pink in her hair named Anabelle Pync, often appeared in videos together, writhing against some helpless sub they were relentlessly cockteasing.
Jamie Valentine, a confident, voluptuous Latina woman with a youthful, bossy attitude and a taste for foot worship, played constantly as well, and Dan couldn’t help but drool over her cute little toes wiggling at the camera as she laughed at him from every direction. Ellie Idol, a gorgeous cam girl with a talent for scene work rounded out the bunch, using her soft, innocent face, and playfully cruel voice to tease him every night. Sasha and Erica and Raquel and Ashley and Emily and Amber and Natalya and Anabelle and Jamie and Ellie. Again. And again. And again. Every night. For almost three hours, and always after some of the most excruciating and creative cockteasing he had ever experienced.
Anytime he did succumb to his animal urges, one of the Tease girls was there, like clockwork, and after a few minutes of laughing at him while he tried to deny it, whoever it was would usually join him on the couch, and lightly play with his cock while they asked him what he liked about each of the video girls.
Each of the Tease Club girls teased him in some different way each time they caught him: when Destiny or Cindi caught him, they usually made him sit still as they slid his cock between their tits while he watched one video after another, giggling and stroking lovingly against his throbbing cock between their massive melons as they made fun of his incessant masturbation. Lexie enjoyed pressing her stiletto heels firmly against the underside of his cock whenever she caught him, pushing his throbbing shaft back and forth against his belly as she asked him which pornstar he though sucked cock better, or demanded that he describe what he wished he could do to each one.
Dominique enjoyed making him get on all fours in front of the couch every time she caught him, and demanded that he spread his legs widely, so she could sit behind him and watch the videos with him while she lightly fondled her toes against the backside of his exposed scrotum. As she watched him drool and asked him questions, she would slide her toes playfully up and down the underside of his taint, and (in moments that made his breath catch in his throat in terror) even press them playfully against his pucking anus, threatening and teasing to go deeper.
Every night, for days on end, they put him through this cruel and hypnotic erosion of his willpower, and even though he knew it would bring only more torture, and humiliation, and punishment, he found his hand crawling back to his throbbing cock, over and over. The evenings of this seemed eternal, and every time Dan drifted off to sleep it was another night of fitful slumber, punctuated by endless dreams of the 10 gorgeous and talented porn stars he was being constantly subjected to.
But the mornings weren’t any easier. Every morning, for two weeks straight, when he woke up at 5am to begin shaving his body and working out for the Tease App camera, Dominique was awake and waiting for him online.
In the past, the girls had simply watched him anonymously as he worked out naked according to their orders, but Dominique had started video calling him every morning, starting with the Monday morning after his birthday. She seemed to take a special interest in this time of day, making Dan bring his phone into the shower with him so she could watch him shave and give him humiliating pointers. After the second or third day of this, she had begun sending him home after his shifts with velvety, sweet smelling soaps and lotions, and would demand that he watch her finger herself on screen as he soaped his hairless body up and down on camera for her every morning, blushing wildly.
Dominique had taken a much more focused approach to his exercise routine as well, completely overhauling his regimen into a strict and grueling schedule of planks, squats, lunges, and crunches. Then, as she giggled at his throbbing, bouncing cock, she would make him run in place for 30 minutes. Every morning. By the end of the first week, his skin was no longer just hairless, it was smooth, glowing, supple. And his body had grown tight and thin, almost lithe. As turned on as he was by the humiliation of it all, Dan was starting to become turned on by his own body as well, and he caught himself absently fondling at his own smooth and hairless form constantly throughout the day.
During this new, almost two hour morning routine, in between panting bouts of fingering herself to orgasm again as Dan watched her (she usually came two or three times each morning), Dominique actually talked to Dan, asking about his life and his background in a way none of the other women really had before. The questions were surprising from someone with such a tough affect, but they were genuinely curious, and although he was nervous to ask her anything back at first, once he finally did, the questions began flowing naturally.
Dan was constantly surprised by what he learned about Dominique during these conversations, and it made him realize that out of all of the girls, he knew the least about her. He learned she was older than he expected, almost 36, and that she had been stripping for over 12 years. He learned, like Cindi had mentioned on his birthday, that she was quite a protective mentor to more than a few of the girls living in her “sex worker haven” apartment complex, the Buena Vista. He learned that, despite her bisexual nature, she only slept with women, only used men for kinky domination, and was completely uninterested with being penetrated by a man’s cock.
And he learned that she saw it as her mission in life to teach as many young women as she could to be empowered and dominant, in and out of the bedroom.
“I mean, don’t you think more women need to learn how fun it is to be in charge, Danny?” she had asked on the Thursday morning of his second week of denial, as she watched him shave his pubic hair and lotion his body under the steaming torrent of his shower, panting slightly as she touched her self. “Don’t you think more sexy young women need to know what it’s like to be on top? To be in charge? You like when I’m in change, don’t you Danny?” Dan had nodded obediently, and she had giggled as she purred, “See? Doesn’t it feel good to be a good, obedient boy and follow orders? Turn around and use that tingling mint body wash between those quivering cheeks for me while you think about it, okay baby? Do it the way i like.”
Dan had moaned, his voice quavering as he obediently squirted the strong tingling lotion into his hand and presented his ass to her, spreading his cheeks and massaging the suds against himself, the way he knew she expected him to. She loved to watch him tease his asshole for her in the shower like this, and had made him do it for almost 20 minutes every morning since she started these 5am calls. Dan had never been someone who felt comfortable with the concept of anal pleasure before he had met these women, and he was painfully aware of how much of the attention to his anus came from Dominique. She seemed to be wildly drawn to that part of his body, and he shuddered with nervous fear as he felt his fingers slide soapily against his puckering sphincter for her.
“See Danny, doesn’t it feel good to let go of alllll that silly, manly control?” She gasped as she swirled her fingers against herself, and watched him do the same. “Doesn’t it feel good to do exactly as you’re told, to take orders like the wet…sudsy…smooth…sexy…dirty…soft boy you are?” He felt his cheeks flush in humiliation at each new adjective as he teased at his anus. His body was at war with itself, unable to process why he was so turned on, and his cock jutted out from between his legs, bouncing and untouched. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but Dominique would punish him immediately anytime he didn’t follow orders. Regardless of how friendly and conversational she was with him, she never let him forget how completely she owned every iota of his being.
“Very good…” Dominique purred from the phone, so wet herself now that he could hear the slick sliding of her fingers against herself through the speakers, “Now bend over and push them in deeper…” Dan stifled a confused sob as he did so, arching his back the way she had taught him to, and pushing soapy fingers against his quivering anus. He wasn’t supposed to like this dammit…he wasn’t supposed to feel this way, he was a man, he was supposed to use his cock to penetrate, thrusting and ramming, just like God intended…
“Mmmmm…” Dominique moaned, her cute accent cracking as she began to head towards her second orgasm of the morning, “Ya, just like that…finger yourself for me baby…fuck yourself and imagine it’s me…that I’m ramming my thick, hard, ribbed strap on deep inside of your pretty hole…” At these words, Dan felt his old self burst suddenly to the surface, and he suddenly stood, up, pulling his fingers away from his sphincter and whirling back to face the camera. “Dominique!” he almost shouted, dizzy with confusion, “Please, I don’t want that! All this teasing is one thing, but I’m a man! Men are supposed to…to take women, not the other way around!”
Dominique gasped at that, shocked at his sudden disobedience, and he instantly felt the Control Ring locked around his cock tighten in warning. He dropped his hands to his sides, suddenly horrified at the idea of punishment, unable to believe he had disobeyed her so severely, so suddenly, and so closely to his potential release day. “Danny!” She said angrily, holding up her dripping fingers to the camera, staring at him like he was the dumbest man alive. “Did you seriously just stop the show when I was like…10 seconds away from cumming for you? Do you see how fucking wet my fingers are right now? What the fuck?”
Dan’s sudden, confident burst of energy had faded as quickly as it had arisen, and he began to apologize desperately. After six hours a day of women and porn, women and porn, every single night, and two hours of this every single morning, Dan was throbbing and aching even more than he had been on his birthday. He couldn’t take any more punishment right now. But Dominique silenced him with a gesture, and as he cut off his pleas and waited for her to speak, his untouched cock throbbed painfully, and her earlier words whispered in his mind “Doesn’t it feel good to do exactly as you’re told?”
She arched an eyebrow at him silently, letting him squirm for a moment as she decided what to do with him, before her face suddenly brightened with an idea and she said, “I know! Trixi told me she had a package delivered to you last night! That will be perfect punishment for blue balling me. Did you get it?” Dan nodded at the camera, nervously wondering what was in store for him. “Did you open it?” she asked, playfully.
Dan shook his head no, nervous to say anything that would make things worse: he had in fact brought a package in last night, but it had been so late and he had been so exhausted from all the nightly torment that he had left it unopened on his counter. Dominique’s smile grew wider, almost predatory, as she giggled in aroused excitement, and she purred, “Finish your shower and go open it then, Danny boy…Your punishment is that you have to use it until I see you at the end of your shift tomorrow night…”
She leaned in close to the camera, and licked her lips before blowing him a kiss, while playfully fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Don’t forget, you’re MINE this weekend! Dominique and Danny boy’s first weekend together…I don’t think you’re ever going to forget it…” She bit her lip flirtatiously at him, and smacked her gum juicily, as she continued, “And until then, anytime you think about Trixi’s gift doing its job, remember that this is a punishment for lying to me..”
She stared at him, smiling as she continued, and her huge, chocolate eyes made him shudder, “Don’t forget, with that Control Ring wrapped around your poor dripping cock, us girls know EXACTLY what turns you on. And I can see just how much your cock is throbbing at the idea of me thrusting and ramming one of my big, thick strap ons into that sweet, sweet ass…” Dan had started to argue at this, desperate to deny that he wanted to be penetrated like that, but she had hung up before he had said another word, leaving him panting and throbbing under the hot water, suds dripping down the back of his thighs.
He cleaned himself up, giving himself 30 seconds of cold water in a futile attempt to calm himself down before work, and he headed downstairs. As he opened the package, and his heart dropped, he realized what Dominique had meant by this being “punishment for lying to me.” For weeks now, the girls had used a smallish buttplug, round, black, and bulbous, complete with a GPS tracker and a remote control vibrating feature, to torment and humiliate Dan in dozens of playfully cruel and creative ways.
Inside of the box was what appeared to be version 2.0.
With trembling hands, Dan pulled out a huge, hot pink butt plug, swelling out almost an inch and a half wider than the previous one before tapering back. It was almost double the length of the last plug as well, with more than double the ridges down its fat base. But even worse, he realized as he turned it around in his hand, even worse than the size or the humiliating, hot pink material, was the thick flat handle which jutted out from it’s base, and read in soft, feminine letters the words “Butt Slut”.
He felt tears welling in his eyes as he stared at the words, and thought again about Dominique telling him that he was lying to her. He was horrified at the thought of pushing this monstrosity inside of him, stretching and pulling at him, for more than a day and a half, and shivered in confusion, but he couldn’t deny how hard his cock was getting, or how much he was was starting to breathe quickly. A loud ding rang out from his phone, and he looked down to see that he had gotten a message from Dominique in the Tease App.
“If that plug isn’t inside of you in two minutes,” the curt message read, “I’m going to have to come up with some MUCH more interesting punishments for this weekend.” Dan moaned and dropped his towel, knowing he had no choice. He pulled a small jar of lubricant out of the box as well, groaning as he felt each ridge of the toy entering him slowly, filling him up. The toy was so large that the wide, round “Butt Slut” base stuck out past his cheeks. The handle didn’t protrude enough that anyone would be able to see it through his pants, he found with relief, but he was horrified to immediately learn that every time he sat down, the protruding plug pushed the toy sensuously against his prostate. He wasn’t going to be sitting down much for the next two workdays.
Another loud ding echoed throughout the room, and Dan opened his phone to find another message from Dominique, this one much more playful. “There you go! Wow, that was fast for such a big toy! Good job, my cute little Butt Slut,” it read, and the words caused Dan to unconsciously tighten his cheeks, pulling the toy inward and making him gasp as he pressed and stretched against it, “doesn’t that feel nice? Isn’t your cock nice and hard right now? Maybe you like this more than you think…Anyway, same rules as always, you can take it out for bathroom breaks for up to 15 minutes every three hours. I hope you enjoy it until I pick you up for your shift tomorrow night! Maybe next time, you won’t be such a naughty, dishonest boy while I’m trying to play…”
As he finished reading the last words, Dan felt the thick, protrusion inside of him begin to shake in a low, dull, constant hum, and he shuddered as he fell to his knees, moaning weakly. Even at this low setting, the rumbling of this much larger toy cascaded through his body, filling him with inescapable hunger and pleasure.
All day long, Dan walked stiffly, his massive erection hidden in the waistband of his pants, as the plug teased his helpless body. His smooth, moisturized skin felt electrified as it slid and brushed against his clothing, his cheeks were constantly flushed in embarrassed arousal, and his breath was constantly short and barely controlled. But worst of all, every time he tried to sit down, no matter how slowly or gingerly, he had to stifle a moan as his weight fell onto the base of the plug, and in his mind’s eye he saw the calligraphied “Butt Slut” etched between his cheeks.
But despite all of this, as his cock throbbed and dribbled, and his testicles hummed in a dull, warm, desperate need for release, Dan felt himself getting more and more hopeful. This weekend, he was going to belong to Dominique, and he had no idea what she had in store for him. But Sunday was fast approaching, and that meant that the thing Dan wanted, more than anything else in the world, was fast approaching too. He could get through almost two days with this monstrosity shoved inside of him. He could get through whatever Dominique had in store for him this weekend. Because in three days, after two more hellish weeks of mind melting torture, Dan was going to have another chance to cum.
Chapter 1: The Day After
After Dan’s humiliating, massive orgasm as the sun set on his birthday party, after he had spent the rest of the evening lapping desperately between the tight, quivering thighs of each of the Tease Club owners, he had almost immediately begun to wonder what his “Birthday Present” meant about his “Sunday Hearing” the next night. Since he had become an unwitting tease slave to the blonde and voluptuous Cindi, the soft and loving Destiny, the inventive and sadistic Trixi, the cruel and refined Lexie, and the tough and commanding Dominique, Sunday had been the only day that Dan was able to earn even the remote chance of an orgasm. But his birthday had been on a Saturday…
He hadn’t needed to wonder long, however, as Sunday evening came around fast enough. After heading back to Cindi’s apartment with her Saturday night once the party had died down, the blonde seductress had immediately resumed her soft, flirtatious, and relentless cock teasing of Dan, and when she drove him back to the Tease Club Sunday evening, his cock was throbbing and oozing in anticipation of another orgasm, despite his release the night before.
He had arrived, expecting to be immediately put into the Chippendale style “uniform” that the girls were so fond of making him wear on the nights of Hearings, but as soon as he had stripped down for Cindi, she had lead him immediately into the Break Room, and had begun strapping him into the remote controlled bondage bench that Trixi so lovingly called “The Chair”. The difference in the opening festivities immediately made him nervous, but he clung desperately onto the hope that he might actually have a chance to cum again this evening.
Since turning his life blindly over to these women almost a month earlier, Dan had quickly learned the most horrifying curse of his predicament: no matter how much he yearned to cum, no matter how satisfying, and explosive, and exquisite it felt when he was finally allowed to erupt, the satisfaction never lasted. One orgasm a week (at MOST, and then only if he was very lucky) was just not enough to relieve his aching blue balls or his desperate sexual hunger for any significant length of time. 20 or 30 minutes after he had exploded on his birthday, his cock had grown rock hard again, and he had felt that familiar, needy, dull hunger begin to return to his scrotum.
As Cindi strapped him into The Chair now, his other owners strutted into the room. And as Cindi slowly disrobed for Dan’s crawling eyes, the other women strutted silently around his body, until each was lightly touching him, cooing slightly as they stroked at his helpless, naked form.
“You know sweetie,” Cindi began, purring as she spread the base of The Chair, splitting his bound legs and allowing her to creep her soft fingertips slowly up his inner thighs, “TECHNICALLY, you’re supposed to be in Mistress Mode until tomorrow after failing the test last week…” Dan froze at those words, and the chubby, big breasted blonde had giggled, wrinkling her freckled nose at his reaction. Dan had spent the last week in a device that shocked him every time time he was about to cum, after he had failed another one of their impossible tests, and they had used it to tease him to the brink of insanity for the entire week.
Cindi continued in an innocent voice, smiling sweetly at him, her blue eyes glittering with laughter, “But…the girls and I were talking, and we all decided that after letting you cum, and turning off the voltage for the rest of the night, it would be kind of silly to turn it back on for less than a day…”
Destiny, who was standing by his lower hip, chimed in, her deep, warm, large eyes making him feel weak as she leaned forward, pressing her massive mocha breasts together, “So I suggested that we just do your Monday Test a day early and get it out of the way!” She moved closer, her hand sliding up his chest until it found one of his exposed nipples, and she began plucking at it sensuously while she purred, “Besides, after the generous gift we gave our little Tease Toy yesterday, I think his poor frustrated cock is going to have a much easier time of it.” She batted her eyes at him sweetly, and breathed, “What do you think of that idea, baby? Would you like a chance to avoid an extra day of Mistress Mode?”
Dan’s mind raced, as he looked around from one beautiful buxom stripper to the next. Dan thought he truly might do anything to avoid another day of Mistress Mode. And Destiny had been right, that despite the growing hunger in his loins, he was not quite NEARLY as desperate as he had been only 24 hours ago. But the Monday Test could be almost impossible under the wrong circumstances, and it had seemed like all FIVE of them were going to administer it at once today. He stared, silent and thinking as fast as he could while he tried to calculate his best option, but a flash of annoyance on Destiny’s face threw him into a panic, and he finally burst out, “YES! Yes please Destiny, I don’t want to get shocked again, please do the test today, you’re all so generous…”
Cindi had nodded in approval at Dan’s babbling, very pleased with how thoroughly they had broken this arrogant man. It had been only weeks ago that Dan had strutted through the world with a holier than thou attitude that was as infuriating as it was unearned. And now here he was, naked, mewling, begging, entirely at her mercy and loving every moment of it. “Good, Dan,” she had giggled, as her fingers crawled up his innermost thighs, and she began to tickle lightly at his already swelling testicles, “You already know all the rules, so just be a good boy, okay? No talking or begging for one hour if you don’t want your poor little balls getting shocked for another week…”
Dan nodded, trembling as Cindi checked the clock and began. Dan stiffened in his bindings, expecting all five of them to descend on him at once as soon as the games got started, but the others just continued to lightly stroke at him as Cindi’s soft, teasing fingers slid slowly up from the base of his cock. None of them spoke, or did anything but stare at him, as they lightly petted every inch of his body. Dan’s mind raced in the silence. The Monday Test tonight? What did that mean for the Sunday Hearing? Was it canceled? Or would he have a chance to earn release after the test was over?
He shivered and trembled under the soft teasing touch of the girls, and his eyes bugged out of his head as he watched Cindi’s fingers writhe playfully about 3/4 of the way up his shaft, never quite reaching his aching purple cock head. He had been tempted to ask Cindi about the Sunday Hearing all day, but had been so afraid of the answer that he had kept his questions to himself. Now, however, he cursed himself: it would have been so much better just to KNOW while he was put through this, he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth, trying and failing to thrust deeper into Cindi’s hands as the Chair held him firmly in place.
During the Monday Test, whoever was teasing him (usually Lexie) almost always talked endlessly as they edged and tortured him, saying anything they could think of to tease him into speaking and failing. But tonight, all five women were completely silent, quietly staring deeply into his eyes as they played with him. The effect was eery, and he found himself shivering as he looked from Lexie’s piercing green eyes to Trixi’s mischievous dark ones, wishing he could escape their gaze somehow.
It was almost 10 minutes of nothing but the sounds of Dan gasping and wheezing before someone finally spoke, and it turned out to be Dominique. “You know,” she said suddenly in her tough, Bronx-y accent, as her soft nails teased against Dan’s underarm, making him giggle, “We’ve been REALLY good to our Tease Toy this weekend…” She snapped her gum juicily as she looked up and down his trembling body with playful eyes, “We gave him his precious little cummies yesterday, in front of ALLLLL those sexy girls…and now, today we’re taking a day off his punishment? I think, if Danny boy were a gentleman, he’d do something to thank us for being such good owners.”
“Oooh, I like that idea” Cindi purred, as she continued to lightly brush her fingers against just the edges of Dan’s cock, making him pump and thrust with heartbreaking futility at the open air, “What did you have in mind, Dominique?” Dominique licked her lips as her deep chocolate eyes glittered, and she continued to tickle maddeningly at his armpit as she laughed and said, “Honestly? After we let him spurt all that sticky cum all over the place, while so many sexy girls cheered for him? I think he should offer to wait another week before his next Hearing!”
Dan stifled a groan, trying again desperately to thrust his hips, heartbroken but not quite surprised. Deep in his heart, he knew that hoping for an orgasm two days in a row with these women was a pipe dream, and he had been stupid to hope for it. Still, despite all of that, he felt real tears of disappointment well up in his eyes, and he forced them back. But when Lexie spoke up next, her words destroyed his composure completely.
“Wait a minute my darling, just to clarify,” the pale, freckled redhead said to Dominique, in her soft, icy, composed voice, “You’re talking about having our precious Daniel skip next week, correct?” Her emerald eyes shone brightly at him as she teased and plucked at one of his nipples, “I mean, there’s no way that any of us were even THINKING about giving our little Tease Toy another release tonight, right?”
The tears Dan had been fighting back burst forward uncontrollably, as Dominique laughed and responded, “Oh duh, there’s no way he was EVER going to pop again tonight…that would be WAY too soon” She had leaned forward as she spoke, her soft, brown tight curls bouncing adorably around his face as she playfully used him, “Well Dan? Don’t you think we deserve a thank you for how generous all your owners are? Don’t you think you should wait another two weeks before you have another chance to cum for us?”
Dan had started shaking, his body wracked with sobs, and he bit his tongue to stay silent as he shook his head violently “no”. Dominique had leaned forward then, and gently wiped the tears from his cheek, before whispering in her husky, tough girl accent, “You know, Danny boy, if you don’t say anything, we’ll just have to assume that you agree with us… Is that what you want? You want us to cancel the Hearing next week?” Almost the instant the last word came out of her soft, full lips, Cindi’s fingers finally crept to his desperate cock head, and he began to thrash as her fingertips swirled precum around his tip.
He strained wildly, desperately attempting to escape his bonds, his mind whirling: two more weeks? Or say something and it’s back in Mistress Mode for another week of hell? Oh Jesus…He was so trapped in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten how inescapable the bindings of The Chair really were, and despite the straining cords of his muscles, or the light sheen of sweat that broke out over his body, he didn’t move more than a millimeter. As Dominique giggled and asked him what was wrong, he burst out into a warbling sob as he desperately shook his head “no” so quickly that he began to feel dizzy.
“Cindi, how long does Dan have in his test?” Dominique said, laughing at his panic. “45 minutes” Cindi responded, as she dipped and swirled her wet fingertips against the slit at the head of his cock until they were glistening with precum. “Well then,” Dominique said, her soft lips spreading into a huge, beautiful smile, “I guess you have about 44 minutes to say something then, Danny boy, before we cancel your next cummies…” She strutted slowly up to the head of the Chair, and spun expertly on her clear, glittery, stripper heels, before grabbing the back of his head, and mashing his face against her full, naked, bottom, “So you better think long and hard about what you want.”
As Dan realized what this meant, that the girls were essentially putting him in a position to choose between another week in Mistress Mode, or another two weeks without the chance to cum, the other girls descended on him like a pack of vultures, groping and kissing at every inch of his body, rubbing themselves against him, moaning in his ears, licking at his chest, and arms, and neck. He felt sobbing, confused frustration overtake him completely beneath a wriggling, soft, warm pile of girls as he began straining at his bondage again. He knew he couldn’t take another week of Mistress Mode.
But he wasn’t quite sure how much more of this he could take either.
Chapter 2: New Challenges
Dan somehow managed to stay silent, and make what he knew was the better call. He knew how much more torture these women would have put him through with a taser wrapped around his testicles for another eight days. But as the next two weeks wore on and on, he found it harder and harder to believable remind himself of that. While he wasn’t in any physical pain this way (except for the gnawing ache constantly pulsing from his testicles), the sexual agony these women kept him in through simple tease and denial mind games was extraordinary.
Every weeknight Dan was in the Break Room of The Tease, being excruciatingly tortured from 6-9pm, and then left as a plaything for any dancer on a break from 9pm to midnight. And while those private sessions in the first part of the evening were always the worst part of the night, being on “entertainment duties” from 9 to midnight was no picnic either. Whenever he was alone in the room, a constant loop of porn videos would be playing for him on the screens. And every night, after enduring hours of teasing, he would eventually lose control and begin to stroke himself. But every time that it happened, every time he began to fondle himself, one of the women seemed to come in within 1 or 2 minutes, laughing at him mercilessly each time they caught him. He began to suspect that they were watching him somehow and doing it intentionally, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from trying.
The endless stream of videos constantly playing each starred at least one of the women from the Buena Vista who had stood around him cheering and laughing as he had cum on his birthday, which was a constant, arousing reminder of his humiliation that day. And as each video started, the title gave the performer’s name, so that he soon had learned the name of each neighbor of Dominique’s that they were tormenting him with.
Sasha Foxxx, the lithe, cat eyed beauty that had taken pictures of him and giggled uncontrollably as he came, was featured prominently, slowly teasing one cock after another. Erica Campbell was another, a soft, curvy brunette with round breasts and a gorgeous face, who constantly stroked herself in sheer stockings. In almost every video, she cooed at him to touch himself in a soft voice that began to seem more and more teasingly cruel. Raquel Roper, a dark eyed, raven haired beauty with a talented tongue, drew his attention every time she appeared, expertly licking one cock after another to the edge and back as she stared into him through the screen.
The names went on and on. There was wide eyed Ashley Alban, who’s twerking videos were almost as hypnotic to him as the videos of her playful teasing the camera with her jiggling round ass and tight, fake breasts. Emily Lynn, who had the fluffiest, most drool inducing ass Dan had ever seen, fucked dildo after dildo for him as he paced around the room trying not to masturbate, her dark hair bouncing almost as much as her round bottom. Then there was Ambercutie, a chubby, stacked cam girl who danced and bounced, grinning at the camera from behind cute, tiny, black glasses as she fucked herself with a vibrator. A state of the art surround sound system installed throughout the Break Room ensured that Dan was constantly attacked with soft, teasing voices; wet, gasping moans; and shuddering squeals of pleasure from each woman.
After the third day of this, Dan had entered the Break Room that night to find every single wall mounted with a big screen TV, and the instant his 9 to midnight shift started, they each began playing new videos simultaneously, one after another. By the end of week one, he had learned every name in the montage, and had realized that there were exactly ten names on this list. Two of them, an angelic faced, dominant young woman with a playful bratty energy named Natalya, and a wild and All American blonde with perky tits and streaks of pink in her hair named Anabelle Pync, often appeared in videos together, writhing against some helpless sub they were relentlessly cockteasing.
Jamie Valentine, a confident, voluptuous Latina woman with a youthful, bossy attitude and a taste for foot worship, played constantly as well, and Dan couldn’t help but drool over her cute little toes wiggling at the camera as she laughed at him from every direction. Ellie Idol, a gorgeous cam girl with a talent for scene work rounded out the bunch, using her soft, innocent face, and playfully cruel voice to tease him every night. Sasha and Erica and Raquel and Ashley and Emily and Amber and Natalya and Anabelle and Jamie and Ellie. Again. And again. And again. Every night. For almost three hours, and always after some of the most excruciating and creative cockteasing he had ever experienced.
Anytime he did succumb to his animal urges, one of the Tease girls was there, like clockwork, and after a few minutes of laughing at him while he tried to deny it, whoever it was would usually join him on the couch, and lightly play with his cock while they asked him what he liked about each of the video girls.
Each of the Tease Club girls teased him in some different way each time they caught him: when Destiny or Cindi caught him, they usually made him sit still as they slid his cock between their tits while he watched one video after another, giggling and stroking lovingly against his throbbing cock between their massive melons as they made fun of his incessant masturbation. Lexie enjoyed pressing her stiletto heels firmly against the underside of his cock whenever she caught him, pushing his throbbing shaft back and forth against his belly as she asked him which pornstar he though sucked cock better, or demanded that he describe what he wished he could do to each one.
Dominique enjoyed making him get on all fours in front of the couch every time she caught him, and demanded that he spread his legs widely, so she could sit behind him and watch the videos with him while she lightly fondled her toes against the backside of his exposed scrotum. As she watched him drool and asked him questions, she would slide her toes playfully up and down the underside of his taint, and (in moments that made his breath catch in his throat in terror) even press them playfully against his pucking anus, threatening and teasing to go deeper.
Every night, for days on end, they put him through this cruel and hypnotic erosion of his willpower, and even though he knew it would bring only more torture, and humiliation, and punishment, he found his hand crawling back to his throbbing cock, over and over. The evenings of this seemed eternal, and every time Dan drifted off to sleep it was another night of fitful slumber, punctuated by endless dreams of the 10 gorgeous and talented porn stars he was being constantly subjected to.
But the mornings weren’t any easier. Every morning, for two weeks straight, when he woke up at 5am to begin shaving his body and working out for the Tease App camera, Dominique was awake and waiting for him online.
In the past, the girls had simply watched him anonymously as he worked out naked according to their orders, but Dominique had started video calling him every morning, starting with the Monday morning after his birthday. She seemed to take a special interest in this time of day, making Dan bring his phone into the shower with him so she could watch him shave and give him humiliating pointers. After the second or third day of this, she had begun sending him home after his shifts with velvety, sweet smelling soaps and lotions, and would demand that he watch her finger herself on screen as he soaped his hairless body up and down on camera for her every morning, blushing wildly.
Dominique had taken a much more focused approach to his exercise routine as well, completely overhauling his regimen into a strict and grueling schedule of planks, squats, lunges, and crunches. Then, as she giggled at his throbbing, bouncing cock, she would make him run in place for 30 minutes. Every morning. By the end of the first week, his skin was no longer just hairless, it was smooth, glowing, supple. And his body had grown tight and thin, almost lithe. As turned on as he was by the humiliation of it all, Dan was starting to become turned on by his own body as well, and he caught himself absently fondling at his own smooth and hairless form constantly throughout the day.
During this new, almost two hour morning routine, in between panting bouts of fingering herself to orgasm again as Dan watched her (she usually came two or three times each morning), Dominique actually talked to Dan, asking about his life and his background in a way none of the other women really had before. The questions were surprising from someone with such a tough affect, but they were genuinely curious, and although he was nervous to ask her anything back at first, once he finally did, the questions began flowing naturally.
Dan was constantly surprised by what he learned about Dominique during these conversations, and it made him realize that out of all of the girls, he knew the least about her. He learned she was older than he expected, almost 36, and that she had been stripping for over 12 years. He learned, like Cindi had mentioned on his birthday, that she was quite a protective mentor to more than a few of the girls living in her “sex worker haven” apartment complex, the Buena Vista. He learned that, despite her bisexual nature, she only slept with women, only used men for kinky domination, and was completely uninterested with being penetrated by a man’s cock.
And he learned that she saw it as her mission in life to teach as many young women as she could to be empowered and dominant, in and out of the bedroom.
“I mean, don’t you think more women need to learn how fun it is to be in charge, Danny?” she had asked on the Thursday morning of his second week of denial, as she watched him shave his pubic hair and lotion his body under the steaming torrent of his shower, panting slightly as she touched her self. “Don’t you think more sexy young women need to know what it’s like to be on top? To be in charge? You like when I’m in change, don’t you Danny?” Dan had nodded obediently, and she had giggled as she purred, “See? Doesn’t it feel good to be a good, obedient boy and follow orders? Turn around and use that tingling mint body wash between those quivering cheeks for me while you think about it, okay baby? Do it the way i like.”
Dan had moaned, his voice quavering as he obediently squirted the strong tingling lotion into his hand and presented his ass to her, spreading his cheeks and massaging the suds against himself, the way he knew she expected him to. She loved to watch him tease his asshole for her in the shower like this, and had made him do it for almost 20 minutes every morning since she started these 5am calls. Dan had never been someone who felt comfortable with the concept of anal pleasure before he had met these women, and he was painfully aware of how much of the attention to his anus came from Dominique. She seemed to be wildly drawn to that part of his body, and he shuddered with nervous fear as he felt his fingers slide soapily against his puckering sphincter for her.
“See Danny, doesn’t it feel good to let go of alllll that silly, manly control?” She gasped as she swirled her fingers against herself, and watched him do the same. “Doesn’t it feel good to do exactly as you’re told, to take orders like the wet…sudsy…smooth…sexy…dirty…soft boy you are?” He felt his cheeks flush in humiliation at each new adjective as he teased at his anus. His body was at war with itself, unable to process why he was so turned on, and his cock jutted out from between his legs, bouncing and untouched. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but Dominique would punish him immediately anytime he didn’t follow orders. Regardless of how friendly and conversational she was with him, she never let him forget how completely she owned every iota of his being.
“Very good…” Dominique purred from the phone, so wet herself now that he could hear the slick sliding of her fingers against herself through the speakers, “Now bend over and push them in deeper…” Dan stifled a confused sob as he did so, arching his back the way she had taught him to, and pushing soapy fingers against his quivering anus. He wasn’t supposed to like this dammit…he wasn’t supposed to feel this way, he was a man, he was supposed to use his cock to penetrate, thrusting and ramming, just like God intended…
“Mmmmm…” Dominique moaned, her cute accent cracking as she began to head towards her second orgasm of the morning, “Ya, just like that…finger yourself for me baby…fuck yourself and imagine it’s me…that I’m ramming my thick, hard, ribbed strap on deep inside of your pretty hole…” At these words, Dan felt his old self burst suddenly to the surface, and he suddenly stood, up, pulling his fingers away from his sphincter and whirling back to face the camera. “Dominique!” he almost shouted, dizzy with confusion, “Please, I don’t want that! All this teasing is one thing, but I’m a man! Men are supposed to…to take women, not the other way around!”
Dominique gasped at that, shocked at his sudden disobedience, and he instantly felt the Control Ring locked around his cock tighten in warning. He dropped his hands to his sides, suddenly horrified at the idea of punishment, unable to believe he had disobeyed her so severely, so suddenly, and so closely to his potential release day. “Danny!” She said angrily, holding up her dripping fingers to the camera, staring at him like he was the dumbest man alive. “Did you seriously just stop the show when I was like…10 seconds away from cumming for you? Do you see how fucking wet my fingers are right now? What the fuck?”
Dan’s sudden, confident burst of energy had faded as quickly as it had arisen, and he began to apologize desperately. After six hours a day of women and porn, women and porn, every single night, and two hours of this every single morning, Dan was throbbing and aching even more than he had been on his birthday. He couldn’t take any more punishment right now. But Dominique silenced him with a gesture, and as he cut off his pleas and waited for her to speak, his untouched cock throbbed painfully, and her earlier words whispered in his mind “Doesn’t it feel good to do exactly as you’re told?”
She arched an eyebrow at him silently, letting him squirm for a moment as she decided what to do with him, before her face suddenly brightened with an idea and she said, “I know! Trixi told me she had a package delivered to you last night! That will be perfect punishment for blue balling me. Did you get it?” Dan nodded at the camera, nervously wondering what was in store for him. “Did you open it?” she asked, playfully.
Dan shook his head no, nervous to say anything that would make things worse: he had in fact brought a package in last night, but it had been so late and he had been so exhausted from all the nightly torment that he had left it unopened on his counter. Dominique’s smile grew wider, almost predatory, as she giggled in aroused excitement, and she purred, “Finish your shower and go open it then, Danny boy…Your punishment is that you have to use it until I see you at the end of your shift tomorrow night…”
She leaned in close to the camera, and licked her lips before blowing him a kiss, while playfully fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Don’t forget, you’re MINE this weekend! Dominique and Danny boy’s first weekend together…I don’t think you’re ever going to forget it…” She bit her lip flirtatiously at him, and smacked her gum juicily, as she continued, “And until then, anytime you think about Trixi’s gift doing its job, remember that this is a punishment for lying to me..”
She stared at him, smiling as she continued, and her huge, chocolate eyes made him shudder, “Don’t forget, with that Control Ring wrapped around your poor dripping cock, us girls know EXACTLY what turns you on. And I can see just how much your cock is throbbing at the idea of me thrusting and ramming one of my big, thick strap ons into that sweet, sweet ass…” Dan had started to argue at this, desperate to deny that he wanted to be penetrated like that, but she had hung up before he had said another word, leaving him panting and throbbing under the hot water, suds dripping down the back of his thighs.
He cleaned himself up, giving himself 30 seconds of cold water in a futile attempt to calm himself down before work, and he headed downstairs. As he opened the package, and his heart dropped, he realized what Dominique had meant by this being “punishment for lying to me.” For weeks now, the girls had used a smallish buttplug, round, black, and bulbous, complete with a GPS tracker and a remote control vibrating feature, to torment and humiliate Dan in dozens of playfully cruel and creative ways.
Inside of the box was what appeared to be version 2.0.
With trembling hands, Dan pulled out a huge, hot pink butt plug, swelling out almost an inch and a half wider than the previous one before tapering back. It was almost double the length of the last plug as well, with more than double the ridges down its fat base. But even worse, he realized as he turned it around in his hand, even worse than the size or the humiliating, hot pink material, was the thick flat handle which jutted out from it’s base, and read in soft, feminine letters the words “Butt Slut”.
He felt tears welling in his eyes as he stared at the words, and thought again about Dominique telling him that he was lying to her. He was horrified at the thought of pushing this monstrosity inside of him, stretching and pulling at him, for more than a day and a half, and shivered in confusion, but he couldn’t deny how hard his cock was getting, or how much he was was starting to breathe quickly. A loud ding rang out from his phone, and he looked down to see that he had gotten a message from Dominique in the Tease App.
“If that plug isn’t inside of you in two minutes,” the curt message read, “I’m going to have to come up with some MUCH more interesting punishments for this weekend.” Dan moaned and dropped his towel, knowing he had no choice. He pulled a small jar of lubricant out of the box as well, groaning as he felt each ridge of the toy entering him slowly, filling him up. The toy was so large that the wide, round “Butt Slut” base stuck out past his cheeks. The handle didn’t protrude enough that anyone would be able to see it through his pants, he found with relief, but he was horrified to immediately learn that every time he sat down, the protruding plug pushed the toy sensuously against his prostate. He wasn’t going to be sitting down much for the next two workdays.
Another loud ding echoed throughout the room, and Dan opened his phone to find another message from Dominique, this one much more playful. “There you go! Wow, that was fast for such a big toy! Good job, my cute little Butt Slut,” it read, and the words caused Dan to unconsciously tighten his cheeks, pulling the toy inward and making him gasp as he pressed and stretched against it, “doesn’t that feel nice? Isn’t your cock nice and hard right now? Maybe you like this more than you think…Anyway, same rules as always, you can take it out for bathroom breaks for up to 15 minutes every three hours. I hope you enjoy it until I pick you up for your shift tomorrow night! Maybe next time, you won’t be such a naughty, dishonest boy while I’m trying to play…”
As he finished reading the last words, Dan felt the thick, protrusion inside of him begin to shake in a low, dull, constant hum, and he shuddered as he fell to his knees, moaning weakly. Even at this low setting, the rumbling of this much larger toy cascaded through his body, filling him with inescapable hunger and pleasure.
All day long, Dan walked stiffly, his massive erection hidden in the waistband of his pants, as the plug teased his helpless body. His smooth, moisturized skin felt electrified as it slid and brushed against his clothing, his cheeks were constantly flushed in embarrassed arousal, and his breath was constantly short and barely controlled. But worst of all, every time he tried to sit down, no matter how slowly or gingerly, he had to stifle a moan as his weight fell onto the base of the plug, and in his mind’s eye he saw the calligraphied “Butt Slut” etched between his cheeks.
But despite all of this, as his cock throbbed and dribbled, and his testicles hummed in a dull, warm, desperate need for release, Dan felt himself getting more and more hopeful. This weekend, he was going to belong to Dominique, and he had no idea what she had in store for him. But Sunday was fast approaching, and that meant that the thing Dan wanted, more than anything else in the world, was fast approaching too. He could get through almost two days with this monstrosity shoved inside of him. He could get through whatever Dominique had in store for him this weekend. Because in three days, after two more hellish weeks of mind melting torture, Dan was going to have another chance to cum.