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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Eight
He was young and fit and athletic, just the kind she liked. She had
seen him perform at a football game the other night, and he had done
superbly, even scoring a touchdown, though he was just a lineman. He was
in high school, which meant he was illegal. But since he was in high
school, of course, he would never tell a soul.
As the girls suffered their torments upstairs, thinking they must be
suffering more than anyone else in the world, he was arriving. Miss
Brookhaven would show the girls clips of his stay tomorrow, to prove she
was not as remorseless as she then seemed to them. Or, rather, that she
was even more remorseless, torturing both women and men with equal
relish.
The doorbell rang. Miss Brookhaven, who was then sitting in the
parlor entertaining a new batch of guests who had arrived just a little
earlier, said,
ÒIf you will please excuse me.Ó She hurried to her front door. She
opened it. The young man, who had been standing outside whistling a
vacant tune and wondering if this was the right house and if he should
leave even if it was, suddenly found a very beautiful woman standing in
front of him.
ÒOh hello!Ó he said. He pointed, awkwardly, at the woman who was
dressed all in black, with long silken sleeves and a high collar, lace
trimmings at the end of her sleeves to give her an added touch of delicacy.
She looked like a china vase, tall and slender, with her long dark hair piled
up high on top of her head. No sooner, of course, did the young man glance
into the womanÕs gorgeous face than his eyes darted involuntarily
downward, and lingered. Her bust was stupendous. His interest in it was
inconcealable. She laughed and told him to come in out of the cold night
air.
In the living room, she had the man sit down. One of her new guests
had found a dildo in her absence and, upon hearing her return, had hastily
tossed it into a chair. Miss Brookhaven pointed to a chair for the man to
sit in, then saw the errant dildo lying there. She laughed. She went over
to the chair and picked it up. The joke was especially funny, especially to
the guests, for they had already been told by the dark-haired woman what
she had planned for her newest guest. The young man was clueless. He sat
down in the chair, his recognition of the dildo only enhancing his desire to
fuck. Yes, this was the right house. He was very sure of it now.
ÒYou performed admirably the other night,Ó Miss Brookhaven
complimented the young man, who went by the slightly odd first name of
Taylor, when he was seated and a beautiful young girl had served drinks.
ÒThanks,Ó Taylor said.
ÒYou took quite a lot of punishment,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, sitting
forward in her chair, as if in eagerness to discuss the young manÕs efforts
on the field. The young man, savoring his first taste of liquor for the
evening, for he was only 17 and the drinking age was 21 in New York, said,
ÒItÕs nothing. ItÕs my job.Ó Miss BrookhavenÕs eyes glowed. Her
other guests, who had embarrassed themselves somewhat laughing over
the dildo, did their best to suppress a new round of giggles.
ÒIÕll bet the girls were eager to have you after the game,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said to Taylor. He squirmed in his chair. His crotch, which had
already been hard even before he rang her doorbell, and was now even more
visibly turgid, grew another half in between his legs, straining his pants.
ÒYeah,Ó Taylor said. In fact, he had broken up with his girlfriend,
who was pissed to find him necking with two cheerleaders who were only
freshmen. He had only made love twice in his life. Miss Brookhaven
glanced at her guests. This was the moment, if she wished to hurry things
along, and from the look of the young manÕs pants, she would have to. She
didnÕt want him to spoil himself.
ÒTonight I would like to introduce you to the darker side of love,Ó
Miss Brookhaven said. She gazed at the young man, seemingly into his
soul. He flinched. His crotch grew even larger. ÒAre you game?Ó
ÒSure,Ó the young man answered. And Miss Brookhaven smiled, for he
could not have said anything else for all the money in the world. The
guests did not laugh. His rank innocence, clad in his handsome frame, was
too awe inspiring for laughter. Miss Brookhaven rose. She extended her
hand to the young man. Her hand was so small and perfect he hesitated for
a moment to take it. He didnÕt want to hurt it. When she had him in hand
she had him stand and walk with her down a short hall and into a small
room. It was a room with a single wooden bench and a mirror, a clothes
cabinet narrowly fitted into one wall.
ÒUndress here,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, standing with Taylor in the
close confines of the room, the open door allowing her voice to drift back
to her ardently listening guests. ÒTake everything off. Everything,Ó she
added, with emphasis.
ÒShould I put on a rubber?Ó the young man asked, his eyes gaping
with innocence, reaching back to grab at the condom packet in his back
pocket.
ÒNo. Then you would not be completely naked,Ó Miss Brookhaven
smiled. She turned. She paused in the doorway. She looked back at him
and added,
ÒAnd oh-- no little accidents, please. When you come your stay will
be over, although youÕre always welcome to come again.Ó She laughed.
The young man laughed, nervously. He grabbed at his pantÕs belt buckle.
The moment the door closed he was already out of his trousers.
ÒRelax. Except for your penis of course,Ó Miss Brookhaven was
saying to Taylor several minutes later, when he was again in the company
of her guests. They sat in the parlor, everyone as before, everyone
dressed. Except, of course, for Taylor, who tried to sit back in his chair
but whose penis was at rigid attention. It was as big as Miss Brookhaven
had hoped, a solid ten inches, at least by sight measurement. She intended
to take a more detailed measurement in a minute. She would also put
what hung under his cock on a small little scale, in front of her guests
who could verify the figure for her, to weigh his balls. A postal scale
would be sufficient, though it would obviously be pushed to the outer
limits of its abilities.
More drinks were served. The young man had an embarrassed and
puzzled look on his face. He felt like a kind of object dÕ art, with both the
women and men interested most in what always seemed to interest people
who gazed at a statue of David, except Taylor was more sumptuously
displaying himself. His cock quivered on the air. His balls felt as if hot
lead had been poured into them, they were so full and heavy. This was
quite unlike high school, with its hot pettings, rarely leading to anything
more than a ÒquickieÓ on the back seat. This was civilized, decadent,
alluring in its wickedness. When the young maid served more drinks Miss
Brookhaven had her put a linen handkerchief under TaylorÕs cock so he
would not drip so much on the seat of his chair.
ÒYour penis is wonderful,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to Taylor. He was
already blushing, and his blush deepened.
ÒThanks,Ó he said.
ÒWe are like that here. We freely discuss peopleÕs assets, I mean
what is kept private elsewhere. We comment on them and of course only
those with the best are invited in the first place.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Taylor said, feeling a little dizzy as he drank his latest
cocktail. He didnÕt know what it was. But it seemed to go right to his
cock and make it stand up even harder, if that was possible.
ÒUnfortunately I like men as much for what they can receive as what
they can put out,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to Taylor. The young man raised
an eyebrow. What was this? Miss Brookhaven continued: ÒYou are sitting
on that part of yourself which interests me most at the moment. Your ass,
I mean.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Taylor said. He squirmed again, his cock in full view now,
waving like a flagpole.
ÒSpecifically your ass hole,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
ÒOh!Ó Taylor gasped, and it took quite an effort on the part of the
guests not to laugh.
ÒDo you remember the dildo lying in your chair when you arrived?Ó
Miss Brookhaven asked Taylor.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Taylor said, and added, ÒI think so,Ó as if to disown the
memory, though he remembered it quite well. It was the first time heÕd
ever seen a dildo, outside of photos in Penthouse.
ÒI want to stick it up your ass,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. She smiled
more broadly. She knew she had him. He looked alarmed, as if he wanted
to leave, but with his cock so hard he would never even be able to get his
pants on.
ÒYouÕre kidding,Ó Taylor said.
ÒNo IÕm not,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, in a soft, quiet voice, as delicate
as her china-white figure. ÒYou may resume sitting after the dildo is in.
You will wear it for the entire night, or as long as I think you can stand it.
I want to stretch your ass a little, for I know a young man like you must
never have had anything up it before, and I want to train it to take a
penis.Ó
ÒA what?!Ó Taylor asked.
ÒA good hard cock,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒAnd the sperm that goes
with it. We all give and receive here, without respect for what may, or
may not, be in the front of the body. An ass is an ass, as I like to say, and
they should all be trained to participate. You will be able to partake more
freely of our orgies here when your bottom is able to receive.Ó
ÒI didnÕt come here to--Ó Taylor began, anger coloring his handsome
face.
ÒI know you didnÕt,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. Her voice was harsh now,
commanding. ÒBut the essence of our mission here is to fuck. In all
possible ways. You could be a top performer, but you must be brave. Stand
up. If you insist on being willful I can deal with that.Ó She turned to her
guests, calm, as if the young man were suddenly not there, not angry, not
frowning and looking about to tackle her. ÒIf you will excuse me,Ó she
said in her soft, quiet voice, seemingly concluding the most civilized of
evening teas.
ÒWhat do you want?Ó Taylor was snapping a moment later, as Miss
Brookhaven stood over him, gazing down at him in her chair, dripping his
precum onto her linen handkerchief.
ÒWe are going to go to a special room I have. Just you and me,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said. Then she reached up and took hold of her blouseÕs collar.
She looked at the young man, who still seemed about to attack her. With
one fell swoop her delicate hands ripped open the front of her blouse. Her
breasts, luscious gourds, still perky despite her maturity, spilled out
above his face. His jaw dropped. A moment later she tore apart the front
of her delicate skirt, revealing slender black silk panties that barely
concealed her pubis, tying at the sides of her hips in sexy bows. She wore
boots beneath her ruined skirt, knee-high boots as if for riding. Thrust
through the right side of her undies was a short whip, a thin handle with
an even thinner leather switch. She shook off her torn clothing, leaving
herself in just the panties and boots, her hair piled up atop her head. She
grabbed the whip. She pulled it from her underwear, setting the delicate
garment askew, revealing more of her pubic hair. She dangled the crop in
front of the young manÕs eyes. He was no longer looking angry now. He
was looking scared, and simultaneously aroused.
ÒThis is for your penis,Ó Miss Brookhaven told Taylor. ÒYou will
fetch the dildo.Ó
ÒI--Ó Taylor gasped.
ÒStand up!Ó Miss Brookhaven yelled. It was she who was frowning
now, her face red with anger. He knew he could reach out and break her in
two, he was so strong from football and she was so delicate, save for her
bust which hung over him like promised Eden apples, albeit the size of
watermelons. But he did not; she was just too temptingly sexy. Instead,
he rose, his cock bouncing in eager anticipation.
ÒI am going to be very hard on you,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒYou will
have bruises in the morning. In the most uncomfortable places. But I can
be sweet too,Ó she said, suddenly purring like a cat and reaching out and
caressing his face. She put her other hand very gently on his cock. He
shivered. Her touch was so luscious, he nearly spilled himself.
ÒYou can always escape me very easily,Ó Miss Brookhaven reminded
the young man. ÒJust spurt, and then your time here will be finished. No
dildo up the ass. No leather stinging your penis.Ó She ran her fingers
along the underside of him, along his length. He tensed and looked more
frightened than ever. ÒShall I make you cum right now?Ó Miss Brookhaven
asked Taylor. ÒIt would be so easy. So painless,Ó she smiled. She stuck
her tongue between her teeth.
ÒNO!Ó Taylor shouted. The guests laughed. Miss Brookhaven looked
down and withdrew her hand.
ÒAlright,Ó she said. Taylor looked down at himself, at his urgent
erection. The lady was right. One or two more flicks from her fingers and
it would be over for him. Painlessly, effortlessly. Yet he feared cumming,
and missing out on anything further, more than he feared being tortured!
ÒIf you donÕt wish to spill, then this way please,Ó Miss Brookhaven
said. She reached for TaylorÕs hand. He let her take it. He shivered. He
looked back at the guests as she led him from the parlor. Their eyes were
fixed now on his behind. It was like twin buns, fresh and tight from the
oven, like restaurant buns that are still stuck together and must be pulled
apart.
ÒGood luck,Ó one of the guests called to him.
ÒThanks,Ó Taylor mumbled.
Miss Brookhaven stopped suddenly. She looked up at Taylor. A smile
came to her lips, wry, sweet at the same time.
ÒWe forgot the dildo,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. They turned around.
They went back to the guests. One of them had the dildo in hand, lying on
her chair next to her thigh. She picked it up. She handed it to the young
man.
ÒSay thank you,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to Taylor. He looked at her
and blushed, then looked at the guest.
ÒThank you,Ó Taylor murmured. Miss Brookhaven turned around, still
holding TaylorÕs hand. She led him out of the room, the guests looking
again at his bare bottom, and now, also, at what he held in his hand. They
imagined the dildo in his hand being forced up between his young virgin
cheeks. It would be painful; a tight, athletic ass like that would have
difficulty taking something up it for the first time. They longed to see it
done; to see not only the stretching and opening of him but also the look on
his face, the puffing of his cheeks, the desperate rolling of his eyes, the
urgent licking of his lips as he strove to satisfy Miss BrookhavenÕs
unnatural desires. And when he was split and filled, when he had the thing
up him, then perhaps the final nail would be driven in; the ultimate
sacrifice would be required; a cock would be put to his lips, and his
spittle-wettened mouth would be made to take a cock down his throat as
he suffered to endure the one up his behind.
Beyond a sauna, past a room with a bubbling jacuzzi, Miss
Brookhaven showed Taylor a sumptuous bedroom. The coverlet of the bed
was made of fur. The sheets, showing a little because the cover had been
drawn back somewhat, were satin. A table next to the bed displayed an
array of condoms of various colors, and beside them were tubes of oil and
a pot of cream.
ÒIf you survive my punishment room you will be installed here,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said to Taylor, still holding his hand. ÒThe limitation on your
spending will be lifted. You will then be required not to hold back, once
you have proven yourself, but to pump yourself out, over and over again.
Your penis and balls will be the star; not your behind. Every luscious
young thing, and some not quite so young, will be brought to you. Females,
I mean. You will be required not to receive, as you will be tonight, but to
penetrate.Ó She smiled up at him. ÒYes, to fuck. Occasionally I will bring
a man to you to keep you submissive. But mostly you will be king here, in
this room, free to use the females I bring you in whatever way you wish.
Required, indeed, to demonstrate the strength of your cock to them in
every way you can invent and imagine.Ó She reached for his penis and
stroked it. ÒI hope you make it to this room,Ó she told him. ÒSeveral men
have tried and failed. But I have the highest hopes for you.Ó She took him
down the rest of the hall and then through a door and down a flight of
stairs. Taylor found himself in a room that was mostly dark, until Miss
Brookhaven turned on the light. Suddenly he saw a room full of every
imaginable kind of equipment. At first he thought the stuff was for
exercising; the machines were large, like something out of a fitness
center. But as he looked closer, and his blood ran cold, he realized this
was the punishment room Miss Brookhaven had spoken of. He noticed
whips on one wall, beyond the machines. He saw an array of dildos on a
shelf, behind another machine. He was still trying to make sense of what
he was seeing when Miss Brookhaven told him he would have to Òpick his
poison,Ó as she put it. Which machine would he like to be tested on?
ÒMy feet are cold,Ó Taylor answered, for the basement they were
now standing in was not carpeted, like the rest of Miss BrookhavenÕs house
was. The dark-haired woman laughed and pointed to an open closet.
Taylor saw a collection of boots there. WomenÕs boots, and menÕs also.
ÒSee which pair fits you,Ó Miss Brookhaven told him. ÒIt is the one
concession IÕll grant you.Ó Taylor went to the closet. He rummaged among
the boots. He found a pair that looked like they might fit, boots a
construction fellow might wear, except they were new, not covered with
mud and grime. They would have to be broken in, he mused, and as he rose
he saw a pile of new rolled up socks in the corner of the closet.
ÒGet some of those also,Ó Miss Brookhaven told him. ÒI donÕt want
your legs to be chafed by the boots.Ó
ÒI donÕt need socks,Ó Taylor said. He meant to turn around and find
someplace to sit down and put the boots on but Miss Brookhaven said,
ÒNo. I insist. You will wear socks with the boots.Ó So he picked up
the socks. She directed him to a bench. He saw an axe sitting next to the
bench, as if he might, after putting on the boots, be required to chop wood.
The axe tempted him; he wanted to pick it up and tell Miss Brookhaven who
was boss, but instead he sat down on the bench, which was a wooden
bench, hard against his behind, and he unrolled the socks and put them on.
Then he pulled on the boots, and he bent down to lace them and tie them.
Miss Brookhaven stood over him. He was aware of her nudity, of the axe
beside him, and something else too: his penis was sticking out stiff and
hard, close to his lips as he bent low to tie his boots. When he was
finished he stood up. Miss Brookhaven admired the way his cock wobbled
with his every movement; bouncing especially hard as he stood. Then she
told him she would grant him another concession, something intended not
so much for his comfort as for his survival. She went to a shelf and
picked up a small leather bag. It had a string tied around its top. She put
her hands between his thighs and eased the bag up over his heavy balls.
When it was covering his testicles, he watching with a mixture of delight
and terror, she tightened the string. He felt the top of the bag cinch itself
against the place where his balls connected to his crotch. Tight, tighter
she pulled the little strings, until Taylor groaned. Then Miss Brookhaven
tied them; telling him that this would help him hold onto his sperm.
ÒThere is a place where young men are put up for auction,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said to Taylor, when the bag was tight around his sperm sac.
ÒEach boy who is up for sale has a bag tied around his balls, to help him
stay hard as his cock is examined by everyone present. In certain circles I
will dress you like this, with a bag hiding your testicles, so we will not
seem overly lewd.Ó Miss Brookhaven went to a shelf. She returned with a
cloth tape measure. She measured TaylorÕs cock as he watched; it was ten
and a quarter inches.
ÒImagine yourself being measured like this on the auction block, in
front of dozens of eyes,Ó Miss Brookhaven told Taylor. ÒThey will be
impressed with your length.Ó She returned the tape measure to the shelf
and returned with a postal scale, used for weighing small packages and
letters. She sighed, for she had hoped to impress her guests with his
weight, but they were upstairs, and she did not want to go to the trouble
of calling them down. She put the postal scale under his bag-covered
balls, not minding that his weight would be increased a little by the bag.
She weighed him.
ÒYum. YouÕre carrying a lot,Ó Miss Brookhaven smiled at Taylor.
When she had returned the scale to the shelf she told him, ÒThere is one
other thing that is sometimes done. I will do it with you when we visit
other houses, to see other women. Mistresses like myself.Ó Miss
Brookhaven went to a cabinet. She opened it. Taylor saw that it was
actually a refrigerator, and to his heart-pounding surprise Miss
Brookhaven returned with a bottle of Kool-Wip. She shook the bottle,
smiling at him. Then she aimed carefully and depressed the top of the
bottle with her finger.
WHOOSH! Cold and wet, the Kool-Wip spurted out onto the tip of
TaylorÕs penis. Miss Brookhaven smiled at the way Taylor jumped but
managed to keep the stream focused on his cock. She went down along his
shaft now, and did not stop until the entire length of him was covered
with white stuff. When she was finished she made him take the bottle.
She untied her panties and let them fall to the floor. Then she told him to
squirt her pubic hair, that she might be as modest as he. Taylor did as she
instructed, she gasped as she felt the cold cream splatter her dark furry
dell. He insisted on going down inbetween her legs also, creaming the lips
of her cunt. When he was finished she took the bottle from him and
returned it to the refrigerator. He watched her ass as she walked. He
looked at the dildo, which he had laid down on the floor in front of the
closet where the boots were. If he still had it in his hand, he swore to
himself, he would have grabbed her from behind and shoved it up her.
ÒPick which machine you wish to test yourself against,Ó Miss
Brookhaven told Taylor when she had put away the cream. Taylor looked
around. He decided to inspect what was on offer, despite the fear he felt
just looking at the stuff. Miss Brookhaven said she would allow this; she
held TaylorÕs hand as he looked at every dangling chain, every waiting
strap. Finally he picked a big wheel which stood upright. It reminded him
of something heÕd seen once in a Batman comic. He would be a superhero,
she would be the villain.
ÒVery good, an excellent choice,Ó Miss Brookhaven smiled to Taylor.
ÒStand with your back against the wheel. IÕll get a pillow for your head.Ó
He did as she asked. He noticed, as he put his back to the edge of the
wheel, that there were a series of clasps running down along the wheelÕs
edge. He wondered at this. When his back was against the wheelÕs edge,
which was about six inches wide, he looked up and saw himself in a mirror
hanging from the basement ceiling. He gasped. There he was, naked, with
his back arched, making his cock stand out all the more lewdly. The fact
that his penis was covered in cream hardly lessened the effect of seeing
it; it stood out like a white spear, as if ready for jousting. He noticed
something else too, as he stood with his back to the wheel. Although the
wheelÕs edge had width to it, to support his body, the wheel itself was
narrow. It was a thin sheet of steel, and all along one side of it he could
see the clasps, all seemingly waiting for something. An image that came
into TaylorÕs mind at this moment was of a giant penny, which had one
whole side ripped off of it and the edge hollowed out, so that the clasps,
when they were filled, would be able to offer whatever they held right up
through the pennyÕs edge.
ÒHere we go,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. She returned with a pillow.
She put it behind TaylorÕs head, so that he would be comfortable as he
rested his head against the edge of the wheel. Then she drew each of his
arms up and back and fastened them with straps waiting along the sides of
the wheel. Next she drew out a strap from the wheelÕs middle and buckled
it like a belt around TaylorÕs waist. Finally, bending down, she pulled
TaylorÕs feet backwards and tied them off against the wheel, so that his
weight was now thrown outward, not really supported by his feet any
longer but by the strap holding him round the waist. This, of course,
emphasized further the predicament of his cock, which now, along with
his hips, stuck out like something begging for attention.
ÒOh God,Ó Taylor groaned.
ÒLike something out of the middle ages, isnÕt it?Ó Miss Brookhaven
laughed. ÒBut IÕm not finished with you yet. ThereÕs one more item.Ó Miss
Brookhaven turned. As TaylorÕs heart pounded, he watched her walk
toward the closet where the boots were. He wondered at that; he could
not wear two pairs of boots. Then he saw her bend down. The dildo! She
picked it up, giving him a glorious view of her ass as she bent. But it
wasnÕt her behind that would be on offer tonight. It was his, and she
walked back to him with gleaming eyes, stopping to pick up a bottle of oil
off a shelf as she came towards him.
ÒLook in the mirror above you,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒYou see
those clasps? The ones arrayed along the wheelÕs edge? TheyÕre for this:
no matter what height the person is, once theyÕre against the wheel a
clasp can be found to hold this dildo. Or whatever dildo I choose. Now the
only question is, how far forward will I require the dildo to jut?Ó
ÒN- Not too far, I hope!Ó Taylor said.
ÒWeÕll see,Ó Miss Brookhaven smiled. She oiled the dildo, her fingers
moving over it with loving care. Then she went behind Taylor and found a
clasp that would allow the dildo, when inserted, to stick up between
TaylorÕs ass cheeks. She slid the dildo in and then pushed it forward.
Taylor felt the oiled nose of it press abruptly against his cheeks. He could
hardly open them; his cheeks were jammed together owing to his position.
But Miss Taylor twisted the dildo and wiggled it upward until she gained
some purchase between TaylorÕs bun-shaped bottom cheeks. The young
man felt the nose of the dildo jam its way up into him until it touched his
anus. Then Miss Brookhaven went and got a hammer. She returned and
whacked the base of the dildo until its nose thrust through TaylorÕs
sphincter. He cried out. Miss Brookhaven laughed and kept hammering
away until a good several inches of the thing was stuck up inside Taylor.
Then she stopped and went round to the front of him and kissed his
perspiring face.
ÒDoes it hurt?Ó Miss Brookhaven asked Taylor.
ÒOf course it hurts!Ó Taylor gasped.
ÒNow IÕm going to undress you in the way in which you will be
undressed when we visit other women,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. She went
and got a pillow. Taylor, of course, was wearing nothing; he wondered
what she meant. She plopped the pillow down at his feet and knelt. Then,
checking to make sure that the little bag was still tight around his balls,
she began to lick his cock.
ÒSoon youÕll be nice and clean, ready to be whipped,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said to Taylor.
ÒNo!Ó Taylor cried.
With the first shuddering touch of Miss BrookhavenÕs tongue to
TaylorÕs cock, he thought he would lose himself. Yet he held back,
distracted in part by the pain of the thing stuck up his ass. The woman
took her time, tracing every throbbing vein on his penis. When she had
finally licked him clean she went and got the little whip sheÕd been
carrying earlier. She brought it to him and dangled it in front of his eyes.
Then she struck him with it, not on his chest where he might have been
able to bear it, or on his thighs, but on his bare penis! Taylor howled.
Miss Brookhaven went and got her panties, which were lying on the floor,
an brought them to him and used them to stuff up his mouth. Then she
continued, stopping now and then to let him savor the burning welts which
she was creating on his rampant manhood.
ÒThis is your purpose in life,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to Taylor. ÒNot
to get good grades or to go to school. But to be weighed, measured, and
tested, like this: physically. You are doing well. When your cock is
completely covered in welts then we will be done. You will have passed
the test. I will take you upstairs to the bedroom and there you will be
massaged and made to feel comfortable. You will require a little bed rest
to allow your penis to recover. Then you will be ready to fuck, and to
receive, sometimes, those things which I will require your bottom to
take.Ó She whacked him again. He howled, grateful for her panties to
damped his screams, that her guests might not hear his pained cries. She
continued whipping him until his cock was completely red, every inch of it
a burning mass of flesh. Who could ever say, seeing Taylor now, that he
repressed or dominated women? He was stuck like a pig in his behind, his
nuts tied off and his cock flaming. He was a victim, a perfect victim who,
in his pain, had somehow managed not to spurt all over Miss Brookhaven.
ÒExcellent,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒI want to take you upstairs now
and show you to my guests, show them what you have endured.Ó She untied
him. She took along the postal scale and the tape measure and when she
had him in front of her guests, who by now had taken to enjoying a fuck in
the parlor, she measured him and weighed him for them.
ÒHe is as full now as when I weighed him beforehand,Ó Miss
Brookhaven reported to her guests. ÒIsnÕt he wonderful?Ó
ÒYes!Ó everyone cried, and they insisted that they must all lick him,
to cool his cock in reward for what he had endured. Of course, with half a
dozen tongues all attacking him, he immediately came. What he had saved
for so long spurted in their faces, into their hungry mouths. Afterwards
Miss Brookhaven put him to bed, that he might sleep and recover and be
ready for more games tomorrow.
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