Kicking the habit
The laughter and gasps of the women, although
humiliating, also was arousing. Right when I began to feel the surge
of sperm rising to the top she instructed me to stop. I did as I was
told, teetering back and forth on my heels as I was just a couple of
strokes away from cumming. “Now, put your hands behind your back.”
she commanded. I did as instructed and was startled by the distinct
clicking sound of handcuffs being placed on my wrists. “OK beer boy,
here is the deal. For the summer you will be kept perpetually on
the edge of cumming, but you will be also perpetually denied release.
My girlfriends are here and have agreed to help me help you by working
in shifts twenty four hours a day, 7 days a week. You will not be
allowed the use of you arms until this part of penalty is over. this will count as one of the penaltys you still have 22 more"