Driller
The tips of Miss Daly's brand new stiletto nails danced on his cockhead, making him squirm and whimper. "*giggle* He is ready!"
Miss Andrews pressed one gloved hand on his cheek, puffed out as the breath-control device was cutting out his air for a few seconds. "How is our hunky little football-star doing?"
After half an hour of warming up, the boy seemed to be doing quite anguishedly. Given the standard doze of arousing and sensitizing drugs, complete with an orgasm blocker, and the stimulation device around his cockhead and in his urethra, with a steady electrical current going into this balls.
He looked at Miss Andrews' vampire gloves with their long sharp claws with his eyes wide.
"So he is ready for the final strokes?" she asked with a sweet smile.
"Yes," Miss Daly said.
"Without further ado, then."
It was right before a special sex ed class, a sort of reward for the best students where they got to try some state-of-the-art equipment of boy-torture located in a special lab in the school basement. The ladies had been suitably preparing him for the coming four sessions.
The students would be coming in groups of five to make sure there were enough tools (the ones by his feet, which he's been looking at with very reasonable terror). Fun little drills which felt quite interesting on that most sensitive part of his anatomy when applied several at once, plus a fun little urethral unit.
Miss Daly removed the device from his cock and he shook and moaned. "*laugh* Yeah you are definitely ready!"
Miss Andrews placed her palms on both side of his shaft and started to apply the claws on the glans. Raking up and down. He grew still in his binds and groaned. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" It was important for his sensitivity to be maximized when the students came in.
Miss Daly grabbed a pre-lubricated sound. It was riddled with tiny studs for a "textured experience". She inserted it into the urethra, took a chair underneath her, and then started fucking him.
He moaned and cried and writhed deliciously as the grinning, laughing women played with his prick. Now this last part was probably not strictly necessary . . . but is was fun, so.
Miss Daly noticed that the boy's eye still went to the instruments at the foot of the table. "Oh, curious about those are we?" She smiled. Well, let's have a look then." Leaving the sound in, she stood to pivot the tray with the instruments on it closer and picked up one of the drills. She took it right close to him. "See, it's like a dentist's tool. With a little, blunt burr at the end with teeny, tiny little bumps. See?" She pressed the button on the drill and it made a shrill whir. "Awesome sound, isn't it? Now, here's how it's used."
She went to his cock, wetted her fingertips with spit to rub on the head. "We oil it up to make it nice and slippery. And then." She pressed the button and touched the tip lightly on his cockhead. The cock twitched, the head swelling, as the boy spasmed with a suprised, shocked cry. "A bit intense isn't it. Just imagine four of these going at once, wielded by very enhusiastic young women. Exploring you. At." She touched again. "Their." Touch. "Leisure." Each touch leading to a lovely reaction. "*Giggle* Luckily you won't have to imagine it for long. And of course, there will be the urethral toy. Wanna try it?" She murmured a gleeful laugh. "Of course you don't. All in good time."
She put the instrument back and sat down to grab the end of the sound still sticking out of him. "Let's just continue with this for a while."
And the ladies did.
Miss Daly looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until the first session. She slipped her free hand under her skirt. She'd have time for an orgasm or two before the first girls came in.
Miss Daly smiled at the arousing harmony of whirs, cries, and giggles. The girls were having the time of their lives. The oiled cockhead under relentless assault by the four drills, sliding all around its contours in search of sensitive parts. As it turned out, they were all super sensitive. The girls' eyes shone at their power over him.
"This is so hot," one summarized.
It was! And what made it extra so, were his wonderful reactions. Squirming helplessly and whimpering and crying as though in pain, even if the sensation wasn't exactly that. This was the first group, so he really had not known what to expect. The sensation, it was clear, was rather intense. And he knew nothing yet.
"I love how he struggles!"
"And whimpers."
"And begs!"
Yes, all the usual fun aspects of playing with a boy. Girls learned about these pretty soon.
"Ok, she said, "pause for a second."
They looked almost disappointed, but then saw what she had in mind.
"Here," she handed the urethral toy to the fifth girl. It was just another drill, only longer and thinner. She had lubricated it already. "Just stick it in." The girl did so, having been taught sounding in previous classes, of course. "Ok", she said, once the tool was in. "Press the button."
Biting her lower lip in eager anticipation, the girl did so.
His reaction was incredibly strong. Spasming and fighting violently against his binds. Howling like a madman. His cock grew to its maximum size, a lovely swollen piece of meat being attacked from the inside!
At first, the girls were shocked. Then they exploded into laugher.
"Ok, girls, continue!"
And this new intensity was combined with the old intensity. The four drills on the outside the one on the inside. Having a tooth pulled would not have made the boy struggle and cry harder. Like he was going insane with all the attention.
And the girls loved it!
"Oh my god, he's gonna explode!"
Giggle.
"You wanna get out?"
Giggle.
"You're not going anywhere!"
Giggle.
Yeah, they were really enjoying themselves.
"Pause!" Miss Daly said after a while.
They let the boy whimper and breathe, puffing loudly through his nose with his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was sweating and trembling.
The girls watched him, saying nothing but clearly finding the sight of him most pleasing, most arousing.
"Oh my god," one said.
"Yeah!" concurred another.
"So fucking hot," repeated another.
Once his breath was caught, Miss Daly pressed the button of the breath-control machine.
"Go!"
Now he couldn’t breathe, and the torture continued.
The girls laughed as they worked on his meat.
"So helpless!"
"Poor cock! *giggle*"
"It gets so huge!"
Miss Daly smiled. They were still young. Huge did not exactly describe it. But they would learn.
They kept pausing, alternating between letting him breathe and then not. And on it went, for the next forty-five minutes. The girls loved every second of it. And so did Miss Daly.
The boy, maybe not so much.