Will was shivering, he was so frightened. He had just spent the worst day of his life this last Friday, as a test subjects at her stepsisters's school of sex therapists, and then a most wreched night in the hand of said stepsister and her horrible friends, AND then his stepmother had invited her friends over for a "Saturday afternoon tea" (which had taken all day).
He had just been hoping one day off nursing his poor sore cock, when Sunday morning this lady, the teacher, had been at his door asking for him. After a talk with her stepsister and stepmother, they had told him that he had to go with her. There had been no chance to protest and the lady had took him to some office where he'd had sign a paper without asking him anything or saying what it was, and then she had brought him here. "I'm officially your wife now, so you have to do exactly what I say." What did she mean? She couldn't have been serious?
And here he was now, bound helpless to a bed in this scary room, at the mercy of this psycho woman! Restrained e could not move; hooded, he could not see.
What did she mean to do with him??
Dr. Maude Tilly, a licenced sex-therapist and teacher, had really enjoyed working with this young test subject on Friday. She worked on lots of boys, but something with this one had really stricken her fance. She had wondered if he would be avalable, as she was in the process of looking for a new boyfried.
So Maude had contacted the stepsister who was a student of hers and gotten the blessing of her and her mother. Maybe had inherited quite a lot of money from her stepdad, so with a good compensation the nice women had agreed that the boy can come live with her.
He was so cute that, on a whim, she had taken him via the magistrate to tie the knot.
Now, at her place, it was their wedding night. She would make it special for him. It would be the perfect kickstart for a honeymoon, which they would be spending right here (she would have to work by day but upon her returning home, tired and horny, he would be right here waiting).
She was so happy to have a new husband! Plus, this way her classes always had a test subject readily available.
She sighed at the look of him. Her favorite sight, a boy all served up for her in her lair. Available for anything that would come to her inventive mind.
She ran her hands over his nice form. He shivered adorably. "You're all mine," she hissed. "Just you and me for the next month, with no one to bother us." He whimpered, and she hummed a laugh. "We'll have such fun. You will never be the same!"
She went to unzip the mouth of his hood. Touched his pretty lips. "Mmmm," she said dreamily. "Lovely."
He whimpered.
"Get your tongue out!" she then cried. Unsurely, yet promptly, he obeyed. "Kiss the bride, love," and started to lick his tongue. He moaned in fear. Then, after their first kiss, she cried, "Open wide! Tongue back!" He followed the order, and she spat in his mouth. Twice. "Swallow!" She patted his cheek. "Good boy. So obedient." She rose and removed her knickers, then squatted down over him. "Then let's make use of that tongue." Lowered her pussy on him. "Lick!"
He licked rather surely, just as his previous owners had advertised. "Oh, yes. That's nice for mommy." She rocked her hips to and fro to feel his tongue on her entire pussy. "Serve my cunt, boy. Earn my pleasure."
She could have continued until orgasm, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure. So, after just half an hour of riding his tongue, she rose and lowered herself between his legs.
His cock was hidden within a leather sheathe. She liked to wrap her own presents. Opening them felt like Christmas. "Let's get you out," she said. "There you are."
The cock was rather large even flaccid. But it would not serve her like that.
She took a jar of Slick'N'Stiff and applied it on his rod. It still had redness from their last date, some minor electrical burns, and perhaps a few fresher marks. So little wonder he reacted the way he did while she oiled it.
"Mmm, still quite sensitized, are we? Then I guess I can skip foreplay. Don't worry, we'll play after the consummation." She laughed. "That's right, squirm for me. Moan for me."
Then he was fully hard, a lovely thick and long erection. "There. In its full glory."
She next attached clamp united by a chain, on his nipples. Sensitive as ever.
"There we go." And got on top of him and slit that cock slowly in her pussy. Filled her quite nicely the boy did. He moaned, as though her juices were burning him. "Now, I'm gonna ride." She took hold of the chain in between the clamps, like reins. "Are my little horse?" She started rocking as he moaned. "My little pony? *giggle*" She inserted the first two fingers of one hand in his mouth. "Suck!"
Fucking his mouth with her fingers, pulling at his reins, she rode harder and harder. Mmmm, yes, but he felt good inside her! A perfect size he was, long and thick, altough the latter for her was far more important. And an added bonus came from the way the cock swelled from the stimulation offered by her pussy.
One of the reasons she never allowed a cock inside her before it had been made sufficiently tender. Almost every girl knew how it felt when a cock, close to its cumming, swelled inside her, and for many this sparked an orgasm. Well, a sufficiently prepared cock often did that the whole time yyou rode it! The pain did it, made it swell and twitch involuntarily, especially when drugged. As anyone who had ever properly tortured a cock could tell you. It was lovely.
The other reason, of course, was that pleasure was a woman's privilege. For him, it was supposed to hurt! And how arousing it was to hurt him like that, deriving pleasure from the very act!
Feeling herself close to cumming, Maude pulled hard on the reins. This caused one of the clamps to come off, drawing a cry from the boy. That sent her over the edge, and convulsions of pleasure ran through her.
After riding that one out, she looked at the detached clamp. Suddenly she felt a jab of rage. She had the impulse to hurt him bad, for having such incompetent nipples!
But she forgave him and simply reattached the thing. Not gently. She would have to use the piercing ones once she found them. You could pull those quite hard before they came off.
"That was lovely," she said to the panting, groaning boy. "I bet the next one will be even better. But silly me, what kind of rider am I," she reached at the night table, "without a crop." She smiled. "There." And, one hand on the reins and the other wielding the crop, swatting all over the bare skin of her steed, she rode on.
He was such a good boy, crying and writhing like that for her pleasure. Maude thought she might be falling in love! How fortunate was she to have found such a gem to marry.
As for the stepmother and stepsister, she had promised them that the boy could still come over and stay as long as they like.
After the honeymoon.
The very happy Dr. Maude Tilly rose off the boy's cock. It was wet from her juices. He was breathing in heaves and groaning. As if he hadn't been enjoying it as much as she had!
"Oh, boy you really got me going! I lost count. That's a very good cock you've got." She slid down in between his legs. "Speaking of which. Oh. How selfish of me, cumming all those times while you didn't even once." She grabbed the cock, stroking the juicy thing. "I'll make it up to you."
Just as her pussy had, her hands seemed to make his cock quite uncomfortable. She smiled. "You're such a moaner, you know? It's so cute." She giggled. "Hmmm, maybe before we make you cum, just a little playing. It's such a lovely toy I can't resist." She removed a glove and raked the head with her nails and giggled at his fussing. "You certainly are sensitive," she said. "But that doesn't mean you couldn't be a bit more sensitive still, does it."
She took the bottle of NerviX-oil from the table, the stuff really fired up those nerve-endings. She rubbed a generous amount all over his cock. "There! Is that good?" She slowly scraped the head with a fingernail, circling it all around. "Is it?" The boy tensed up and groaned, legs shaking. Maude murmured a laugh. "Yes, that's good."
She reached to get the riding crop, still in his teeth where she had left it before her last orgasm. "Let's get the blood flowing."
Maude started to tap his cock all over with the riding crop, holding it up by the base. First lightly. Then adding harder swats. The boy cried and writhed. She ignored his pleas or now. "This is just," she said, "to get things going."
After she judged having tenderized it sufficiently, she set up the electro-shock wand and returned to his meat. Holding it by the based with one gloved hand she went to work. Going for that super-sensitive head. Smiling at the swelling and twitching which she so loved to see and to feel. Such a perfect symbol of his helplessness and her power. His cock trapped in her hand and subject to her wickedness. Like the miniature version of the rest of him, that body of his deliciously twisting in the binds. He was all hers, to do with as she pleased.
"Ahh!" he cried. "Oh-oh, please! Aah, stop please!"
Maude wasn't going to ignore it anymore. She stopped. "Now what kind of an attitude is that to show your loving wife when she's giving you attention?" She got up and moved to the head of the bed, lowering her pussy on his mouth again. "Put that mouth to work again instead of saying all that silly stuff. I don't want to get mad at you. And neither do you." She set the wand to the highest setting and continued to work on his penis. "Mmmmh. Keeeep licking! *giggle*" She sighed deep, his desperate hot tongue on her pussy such a delight. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I."
Soon she tired of the inconsistency, so she just ordered him to keep his tongue out still as she rode it. Full attention on his rod as she did so.
His tongue vibrating with his noises was so hot! And very soon she came. "Good boy," she moaned, grinding against his tongue. She dropped the wand and grabbed the crop in its stead. She swatted. "Good boy!" She swatted, harder. "Good boy! ”she growled. And she beat faster while he trashed underneath her, not caring that his tongue was now used only for wailing and crying and pleading.
Finally, panting, she crashed onto the bed.
She closed her eyes and let the pleasure settle down, listening to his hard whimpering breaths. She felt aglow with happiness. A big smile on her lips.
Then she stood up, smiling brightly at the boy.
"Now it's time for your reward," she said. "Aren't you excited? It will the first time I make you cum."
It was true. On Friday he had cum a half a dozen times, but only in the afternoon, when it had been the students working on him (during morning he had kept him on anti-orgasm medication). With properly executed intense electro-torture of the erogenous zones, cumming was inevitable.
How the girls had loved it! Raining endless agony on his post-cum sensitive cockhead and laughing so hard at his struggling and screaming. They would make wonderful therapists, those young ladies.
And this boy, well he certainly made a wonderful toy. His suffering was such a delight. It's what made her fall in love with him.
It would be a joy to reward him now.
To be sure, she first gave him two sprays from ModiCum nasal spray. After all, reward or not, cumming was not about pleasure for him.
And she got on the bed. Removing one shoe, she stuck her foot in his mouth before grabbing him hard by the balls and, with a handful of NerviX, started to masturbate that fantastically receptive cock, twisting her hand mercilessly around the head. It got so big in her hand, such was the intensity of sensation, and it was not for him a pleasant one. He shook and trashed and whimpered.
"Keep my foot in!" she ordered. She hooked a finger around the chain of his nipple clamps to pull it taut. Giggling
Vigorously she stroked. He tried to resist, naturally. Making his cumming inevitable. There was nothing he could do. For now on, everything that happened to him was in her hand. Everything he felt. And he would be feeling so much!
He was getting there. "Are you gonna cum for me?" she said. "Are you gonna cum for mommy, boy? Are you? Yes you are!"
Yes he did. A big squirt came out with a big jolt of his body and a guttural cry from his mouth. Maude took her foot out to concentrate on stroking. "Good boy!" she said to the boy trashing under the relentless stimulation. "Good boy!"
Oh, but he was completely overtaken! Desperately trying to release himself, howling. "Please!" he managed in between. "Please! Stop!"
Maude laughed. "Why ever would I stop when you are making such a wonderful show of it!"
And she kept on playing with his meat. Interspersing the stroking with more detailed attention with the tips of her fingers, her nails. Rubbing her palm hard against the slit.
Then she took a pause to shock him a little more with her wand. Then continued stroking.
As it happened, and as was to be expected, he soon had another one. Even better this time!
Maude did not stop. She laughed. "I could give you so many!"
She simply loved torturing boys. It was how she got off. And making a boy cum like this, time and time again, was one of the most intense tortures - and it did not require any physical harm whatsoever! Therefore there was no limit how much you could do.
Overjoyed by having this new young lovely thing to play with, she took his cock in her mouth. She sucked on the head vigorously, squeezed her lips hard around it. Biting it. How nice it was to feel him filling her mouth. Such a lovely spongy texture in her teeth. She could just carry this into another orgasm, keep raking him her teeth until she could taste his cum. It was fun to do. Very unfun for him.
Perhaps some other time.
Then she finally released his cock and looked at him there. Panting. Sobbing. Shaking. Thoroughly handled. Maude smiled. She was done.
Then, suddenly, he gave one giant shiver accompanied by a racking sob.
Aw! What was Maude saying? She wasn't done at all!
She was still horny.
So, she decided, just one more ride. Then a break for the rest of tonight. She took her crop and her wand and sat on that lovely cock.
This had been a wonderful wedding night. Tomorrow she would start their honeymoon.
She had such plans already!