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Andy/Nile/Booker, Cock & balls torture
(Anonymous) 2020-09-20 08:30 am (UTC)(link)“Why are you in trouble, Booker?” Andy asked, standing above him and tapping her fingers against the arm of the sofa.
“Because I came without permission while Nile was riding me,” Booker responded quickly, his cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry, it just felt so good, I couldn’t help it—“
“Ah, ah, no excuses,” Andy warned. “You always have choices, Book. You could have told us you were about to come, couldn’t you? You could have begged for her to get off of you, or you could have begged to come. But instead you just spilled inside her, without even asking.”
Booker nodded, a little mournfully. “I know, I’m sorry.” Andy slid a finger under his chin, tilting him up to look at her. “It’s alright, Book. We just need to punish you and then everything’s going to be just fine. Accidents happen, I understand.”
She could see Booker shifting, warring with his curiosity as he wondered what kind of punishment she had in mind. “First,” Andy decided, “you’re going to watch while I pleasure Nile, because you came so quickly that you left her unsatisfied. You may touch yourself if you want while you watch, but you’re not allowed to come, of course. Then we’ll see if we can’t teach that pretty cock of yours a lesson.”
He was determined not to lay a hand on himself, knowing that it would just make it more difficult to keep control of his arousal, but his determination quickly flew out the window as he watched Andy slide her slim fingers into Nile where Booker’s cock had been only minutes before, heard Nile’s little gasps and moans as Andy expertly took her apart. By the time Nile finally climaxed around Andy’s fingers, Booker was fully hard again, his hand stroking slowly, just to keep his desire on a low burn.
Andy noticed, because of course she did, and she wrapped her slick fingers around him, jacking him a few times. “You’re a greedy thing, aren’t you? You already want more, even after you came in Nile not even an hour ago.” Booker just nodded, because he was, he knew he was, he only had to look at them and he was desperate for it.
“Nile, be a dear and go get me the red bag that’s in the bedroom,” Andy asked as her finger trailed down his length to stroke his balls, and Booker’s whole body jerked because he knew what was in the red bag, knew now how he would be punished, and he loved and hated it in equal measure. “Going to help you learn not to come without permission,” and Booker was achingly hard even though he knew the sweet agony that was coming.
When Nile brought back the red bag, Andy didn’t waste any time pulling the sleek wooden device out. “There you go, pet,” she said cheerfully as she locked it into place around his balls, and he howled as the humbler tugged at them, squirming as he tried to find a position that didn’t pull too much at his sensitive sac. “Boss, please,” he begged, though he hardly knew what he was begging for, he trusted she would know. Andy cupped his bound balls in her hand, stroking gently and then smacking them with the flat of her hand and he whimpered, contorting himself to try and get away, then crying out as his twisting movements only caused the device to pull on his balls, sending shocks of agony through him. “Andy, Andy,” he repeated desperately. “It hurts, Andy—“
She frowned for a second, rubbed lightly at his tormented balls, a soothing touch. “Colour?” She asked him, but he was already shaking his head. “Green, green, fuck,” he emphasised, and it was always a heady feeling, to see how much he could take and know that he still wanted more. “Good,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair, “because I think we have more work to do to train the selfishness out of you. Next time, you’re going to make sure that Nile comes first, aren’t you? Next time you’ll think with this—“ she pressed a palm against his heart, felt it pounding like a trapped bird—“rather than this”, and her hand came down hard on his cock. He howled and jerked, the humbler pulling viciously at his sac and drawing a hitching cry from him, and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up.
Andy was always amazed that Booker could stay hard no matter how much she tormented him, and she stroked him a few times, soaking up his moans of pleasure as easily as she did his cries of pain. “I want this cock,” she told him casually, reaching down to pinch the skin of his trapped balls, twisting them ever so slightly in her hand. “If I let you fuck me, do you think you can do a better job than you did with Nile and satisfy me?”
He nodded, frantic. “Please give me another chance, Andy, I promise I’ll do better.” Andy nodded, gave his length a last stroke and stepped away. “Nile?” She suggested. “Keep his balls warm for me while I get undressed?” Nile was more merciful than Andy, or else she just had less experience knowing just how much he could take, because her little slaps against his sac were more like love-taps than Andy’s harsh blows, but they still left him whimpering and crying, his skin turning red and sensitive.
When he looked up again he saw Andy naked through his tears, watching him and sliding two fingers into herself, and he whined. “Please boss, let me try and please you,” and she motioned for Nile to move out of the way and lowered herself down onto his aching length. She took her time with it, at first, rubbing the head through her folds to tease herself before taking him inside agonisingly slowly, rolling her hips as she sought the angle that would bring her the most pleasure.
He clung to her as she rose and fell on him, his entire focus on trying desperately not to come, and he jolted in shock as she stopped her steady movement, nails scratching at his hips. “You have a nice cock, but you clearly don’t know how to use it,” she berated, and his cheeks flushed but his cock twitched inside her. “And now you’re making me do all the work. Come on, show me you’ve learned your lesson.”
He quickly realized that complying was going to be a particular agony. Thrusting up into her brought both the visceral pleasure of sinking his cock deeper into her tight warmth as well as the coil of pleasure that always came from doing as she had asked. But each thrust also inevitably tugged at his balls, sending shockwaves of pain through him. “Are you close?” Andy asked him, and he nodded at first and then shook his head. “I’m close but I’m going to be good, I won’t come before you do, boss, I promise,” he pledged, openly sobbing with the twin pain and pleasure of every thrust. “Just want to make you feel good, Andy, please,” and she brought a hand to the back of his neck, grounding. “You are, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re giving me what I need. Just a little bit more,” she urged and she brought her fingers between her legs, rubbing lightly at her clit to speed things up. “Oh, that’s right, Booker, right there, God I love that pretty cock of yours, love what you let me do to you,” and he sobbed out a sigh of relief when he felt her clench around him.
“That was so good, Booker, well done,” she praised and she leaned down to undo the humbler, letting it fall to the side. “You can come in me, Book, you’ve earned it,” and he made a wounded noise, thrust up into her twice, jagged little movements, and spilled with a low mournful groan.
He whined when she pulled off of him, but she shushed him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry,” she promised, curling up next to him and letting him rest against her shoulder, while Nile pressed against his other side, peppering his cheeks with kisses. “That was intense, wasn’t it?” Andy asked. “But you did so beautifully, I’m really proud of you,” and he flushed under the praise, his spent cock jerking a bit as if he could get hard just from her telling him he had been good. He probably could, she thought, and vowed to try that sometime soon. “Can we get you anything? Some ice, something to drink, a blanket?” He shook his head, burrowing into her shoulder as his tears slowed. “Just you two is all I need.”
Re: Andy/Nile/Booker, Cock & balls torture
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