Page 113 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Be sure to make it pleasurable,” I told him. No reason they couldn’t enjoy the moment before the torture began.
While he hooked the ball stretcher in place, the pretty boy licked and sucked the cowboy’s cock. He was firming up quickly, growing harder from the pretty boy’s ministrations. It didn’t take long before the ball stretcher was hooked around his scrotum and they traded places.
I reclined, enjoying the show while the cowboy returned the favor, getting the pretty boy worked up with his mouth while he hooked the rod around his balls.
“Now for the fun part.” I nodded my head toward the table. “See those weights? Each one is eight ounces. Might not seem like a lot until you have them dragging your balls to the floor.” I grinned for effect. “Each of you will suck the other one, and for every minute you don’t make the other one come, I will be adding another weight. So, the objective is to make him come as fast as possible to keep from having more added.”
I sat up and pulled out what I’d hidden beneath the cushion.
“However, to make it fair, you’ll both be handcuffed because your hands are not allowed.”
After pushing to my feet, I moved around the coffee table to where they were standing.
“Who wants to suck first? Keep in mind, that person will wear the weights the entire time, even when it’s his turn for the blow job.”
They looked at each other and the pretty boy smirked. “I’ll go first.”
I had figured he would say that. A masochist through and through.
I hooked the leather cuffs to the cowboy’s wrists and connected them behind his back, then gripped his bicep firmly. “Up on the table.”
Good thing my furniture was top-of-the-line.
The cowboy stepped up onto the coffee table. I released him so I could restrain the pretty boy.
The table height was enough that the pretty boy wouldn’t have to lean over too far to get the job done. However, it would require me to hold on to the cowboy to keep him from toppling over since his balance would be off from having his hands behind his back.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the stopwatch app. It would allow me to watch the time easily. I set it on the table beside the cowboy’s feet.
I turned to the pretty boy. “For every minute you don’t get him off, I’ll add another weight to the chains. You will maintain that weight even when the cowboy sucks your dick.”
Both men were rock hard as they stared at one another. I figured they enjoyed the challenge. I know I certainly did.
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Case
(The pretty boy)
I HAD TO ADMIT, THIS was a rather creative scenario. Wearing the ball stretcher while sucking Brax’s dick in an effort to make him come was intriguing. I was curious to see how long Brax could hold out. I could take my time in order to have more weight added, or I could try and push him to the finish line early. Either way, it seemed like a win-win situation.
I briefly glanced down at the weights. There were a couple dozen. More than enough to torment us both should the other manage to hold out.
“Timer starts … now.”
Zeke hit the button on his phone, then moved to stand behind Brax while I leaned forward and slowly wrapped my lips around Brax’s cock. I didn’t rush, wanting to tease him. I knew exactly what he liked. How to draw out his pleasure or to push him over the edge. We’d been together for just over two years, and during that time, I’d learned so many things about him. All of which made me love him more with every passing second.
Brax moaned when I teased the slit with my tongue, working the sensitive head first. Without the use of my hands, I had to move quite a bit to maintain my momentum, which caused the chains on the ball stretcher to sway. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Not by a long shot.
“One minute passed,” Zeke stated as he moved around behind me.
A second later, I felt the weight pulling the chains down. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it would have to do for another minute.
I continued tormenting Brax, sucking and licking while he moaned softly above me. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Truth be told, this was one of my favorite things. I could suck Brax’s dick for hours because of those soft grunts he emitted. I loved hearing what I did to him. It spurred me on.
Several minutes passed and several more weights were added until I could no longer ignore the strain on my ball sac. The pain was pure bliss, firing in my bloodstream, spiking my lust. While I wanted to hold back to see how much I could take, I found my pace had increased. I was sucking furiously. Zeke stood behind Brax, holding him firmly while his big hands ran over his hips. I was sure that was driving Brax insane. I knew what Zeke’s touch was like. Gentle or rough, I always wanted more.
