Frankie, Boy Toy and her Three Friends

Frankie, Boy Toy and her Three Friends

Since her divorce from her philandering ex Frankie had been living it up. But why shouldn’t she enjoy herself, when it had turned out that her small-dicked ex-husband had been enjoying his big-titted twenty-something secretary for the past couple of years? the money spent by Frankie on the private detective had been one of the best investments which she had ever made.

   Now, several million dollars wealthier, and free for the first time in years, she was out with the girls, enjoying cocktails and a little bit of saucy talk.

   Talk had veered around to boyfriends and sex, as it did whenever those four women got together and had a little bit to drink. They were in a place called Rick’s Bar, a favourite hunting ground for cougars. They were not the only sexy, older women in there. And there were several younger men who could only be described as eye candy.

   First of all, there was the aforementioned divorcee Frankie. She was a real cougar. She might be a bottle blonde but her tits were real, unlike her ex’s secretary. She was tall, five feet eleven plus her heels. Then, sipping on a Pina Colada, there was the scatterbrained brunette Sylvie, only five feet one, the smallest of the four women. The fiery, big-breasted red head with the freckles was Annette, who took crap from no man. She had a Bloody Mary in front of her. Last but not least of the four was the real blonde Kirstie. Her favourite drink was a Mimosa.

   “You want to get out there dating again.” Kirstie said, as she sipped her Mimosa. “Now that you’ve got rid of that traitor. I hope his cock falls off.” Kirstie had never liked the smarmy Frederic, and was glad that he was gone. Frankie could really begin enjoying her life now.

   “I’ve got a Boy Toy.” Frankie said. “He’s twenty years old, got a ten inch cock, and he’s locked up under my bed.”

   “What? Come on?” Annette said.

   “It’s true. I met him on line. He wanted a cougar and I wanted somebody young and attractive with a nice fat cock, unlike Fred’s tiny sausage. But I had certain stipulations, all of which Boy Toy was happy to go along with. The most important was that when I wasn’t there he was going to be in bondage, so that he wouldn’t stray/ I didn’t want him going off and finding some college girl. Boy Toy is more than a little kinky, and he was happy to go along with that, and anything else I told him to do.”

   “What’s his name?” Sylvie asked.

   “Boy Toy. That’s his name now. Or it’s name now. I consider him to be a possession for sexual relief, like a slightly more intelligent dildo.”

   “And he’s under the bed?” Annette asked. The idea intrigued her.

   “Under the bed. locked up in bondage. He’ll remain like that until I get back and abuse him, before sitting on his thick, hard cock. Would you like to see him? I’m sure that it will be wonderfully humiliating for him to be exhibited to you three. It will probably turn him on. Mind you, with the amount of Viagra I’ve been giving him, he’s hard nearly all of the the time. I want a hard cock whenever I fancy being fucked. I don’t to have to waste time getting some guy aroused. Boy Toy doesn’t get a say in it. Nor does he get to cum.”

   “What?” Sylvie asked.

   “It’s all about my pleasure.” Frankie said. “I’ve found that he’s a lot more attentive to my desires if he’s hard all the time but doesn’t get to cum. He hasn’t cum all week. I said that I might let him cum for his twenty-first birthday. That’s three months away. Imagine how much spunk there will be when that happens. I’m going to have him cum in a glass so that I can measure the maximum amount of spunk which he can produce. Then I’m going to make him swallow it, every last drop. We girls have had to swallow far too much pearl jam in the past. Let he who produces it swallow it, that’s my motto.”

   “I’d like to see that.” Kirstie said. The idea of humiliating some twenty year old hunk was a turn on for her. She could imagine it in her mind.

   “I’ll film it on my phone.” Frankie quipped. But why watch something second-hand. Come on, girls, let’s all go back to my place and play with Boy Toy. You can do anything you want to him, as long as you don’t bring him off. He has a very talented tongue…”

So it was that the four women decamped to Frankie’s house – her new house, that was, bought with some of the settlement from her pathetic, unfaithful former spouse. It was a lot nicer than the one in which she had lived before.

   Frankie led the other three women into her bedroom. The bedroom was a lot larger, too, with a massive bed. The bed was a little higher off the ground than was perhaps normal, as there was a high, large drawer underneath the bed. The drawer was on rollers.

   Frankie’s three friends watched as she slid the drawer out. As she had promised, there was a man in it. He was around six feet tall, and he was buff – muscular, but not too so. It was impossible to tell his hair colour because his head was covered by a leather hood, and the rest of his body hair had been removed. Frankie had had lots of fun removing his pubic hair with a pair of tweezers.

   The leather hood had holes for his nostrils, and a larger hole for his mouth. But there were no eyeholes. Boy Toy couldn’t see anything while wearing the hood. It was Frankie’s intent that he should wear the hood as often as possible.

   A bright red plastic ball gag was in his mouth.

   Boy Toy was lying on his arms. Although it couldn’t be seen, they were tied behind his back, wrist to elbow and elbow to wrist. The only other adornment which he wore was a leather ball strap, which kept his testicles presented and defenceless.

   “Mmmph.” It seemed that Boy Toy wanted to be released. But Boy Toy did not realise that Frankie had company, as they had been relatively quiet when entering the room. But Boy Toy would soon realise that his cougar mistress had some friends over.

   The three women stared at Boy Toy’s erect cock. And it was ten inches long (as Frankie had said) with plenty of girth. There were faint, red marks along the length of the shaft. It looked as though Frankie had engaged in a little S&M with Boy Toy.

   “So who wants to do what with Boy Toy?” Frankie asked. There was silence in the room, as though the women had been mesmerised by this tableau vivant. “Okay, take time to decide. But, first, help me get Boy Toy out of the drawer. He hasn’t been out in hours. I think that we’ll tie him spread-eagled on the bed.”

   Boy Toy felt a number of hands grab him and pull him upright out of the drawer. once he was free of the drawer the drawer was pushed back under the bed.

   “He sleeps in there, of course, when I go to bed.” Frankie added.

   “Mmmph.”

   Boy Toy’s hands were untied, and he was thrown onto the bed. His arms were too asleep after being made to lie on them for Boy Toy to offer any resistance apart from the occasional mmmph. A cushion was pushed under his backside, so that his groin was raised. His wrists were attached to manacles at the corners of the very solid bedstead. His legs were spread wide and his ankles attached to manacles near the other corners of the bed. The four manacles were attached by shiny metal chains to four separate ratchet systems.

   “Let’s stretch him out really tight, girls.” Frankie said. “I don’t want him struggling when we go to work on him. If each of you take a ratchet? Good. We’ll turn each ratchets together, one click at a time. Ready?”

   They were ready. Nobody demurred. The four cougars kept turning the ratchets until they couldn’t get them to turn any more. Toy Boy was stretched out so tightly that he couldn’t move. He was entirely helpless. The four women took a moment to stare down at Toy Boy. Here was a very attractive, twenty year old stud, with a large erect cock. And they could do anything they wanted to him. It was a cougar’s dream.

   “I like Toy Boy to be stuffed when I use him.” Frankie said. She pulled out a large drawer on the other side of the underside of the bed. The three other women peered in the drawer. It was full of Frankie’s sex toys. There were a number of vibrators, all for use only by Frankie. They ranged in size from five inches long to twice that. There were also anal dildoes for stuffing into Toy Boy, as well as a couple of strap-ons. The dildoes all neared near the wide base so that, once introduced into the slave, they wouldn’t fall out, nor would they disappear up inside him. Frankie didn’t want an awkward conversation at the local hospital. The smallest anal dildo was four inches long. The largest was seven inches.

   There were other toys, as well, ones more closely associated with a BDSM lifestyle. There was a cane; a soft leather cat o’ nine tails; plenty of leather bands; a few piercing needles (which Frankie had not yet tried out; some scented wax candles; and a couple of wicked-looking shiny crocodile clips. There was also another gag. It was a double penis gag. One penis (the smaller one) was designed to go in the slave’s mouth. The other one was nine inches long, and intended to be ridden by the slave’s mistress.

   “I have longer dildoes on order.” Frankie said, indicating the anal probes. “I think that every Boy Toy should take it up the ass, so that they know what it feels like for a woman.”

   Boy Toy didn’t know, but the two on order were ten inches and twelve inches long. Frankie intended to extend what Boy Toy could take. She had also ordered another strap-on, black and twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist; and a TENS unit, with all of the attachments. She was going to have a lot of fun with Boy Toy.

   “Annette, why don’t you select one to use on Boy Toy?” Frankie said.

   “With pleasure.” The redhead said. She picked the longest one, fully seven inches long. “Let’s see how he likes this one.”

   “Mmmph.” Boy Toy said. He had been listening to the conversation, and he had some idea as to what was about to happen. But he had no say in the matter.

   Frankie oiled up the anal dildo. He had taken the seven incher before, but only once. She knew that it would fit.

   She took great pleasure in slowly working the probe into Boy Toy’s anus. It took some time. But she didn’t stop until it was buried inside him. It would remain there for the rest of the evening.

   Seeing the anal probe disappear inside Boy Toy suddenly made the three guests make up their minds as what to do.

   “I want to ride his cock.” Sylvie said.

   “Fine. I want to ride his tongue.” Kirstie said.

   “I want to hurt him.” Annette said.

   “Carry on.” Frankie said. “But, Sylvie, only ride him for a bit. I don’t want him cumming.”

   Frankie bent down and whispered something in the ear of Boy Toy. Then she took out his red ballgag.

   Kirstie was wearing a skirt. She reached up under her skirt so that she could divest herself of her knickers. Then she climbed up onto the bed and sat on Boy Toy’s face. She arranged herself so that the skirt covered both her modesty and Boy Toy’s head.

   Meanwhile Sylvie had pulled down both jeans and G-string. revealing that she shaved her pubis. She climbed up onto the bed, and slowly lowered herself down on Boy Toy’s cock.

   “Oh, that’s a good tongue.” Kirstie said. “You’ve taught him well. Can I take his tongue home with me?”

   Sylvie, meanwhile, was gasping. She was the smallest of the four women, and she had never felt so full. Boy Toy’s cock was twice the size of her husband’s. It only took a few minutes for her face to redden, and for her to make an eek sound. That was the sound she always made when she came.

   Sylvie got off. Boy Toy hadn’t cum. He was still rock hard. There was a groan from under Kirstie’s crotch.

   “Okay, now I’m going to hurt the fucker.” Annette said. The closet sadist was in the closet no more.

   She grabbed the two metal crocodile clips. She opened one, and let it slowly close on his left nipple.

   “I think he likes that.” Kirstie said. “His tongue’s gone even deeper.”

   Annette had been about to let the other clamp snap shut on Boy Toy’s other nipple. But she relented, and closed it slowly, not because of any sympathy for Boy Toy, but because she was scared that he might inadvertently bite Kirstie.

   It wasn’t long before Kirstie came to a loud orgasm. She was a screamer. It was a good thing that Frankie’s bedroom had soundproofed walls. Otherwise the neighbours would have been complaining.

   Kirstie got off Boy Toy’s face. She was replaced by the double dildo, the smaller of the two pricks going into his mouth.

   “It’s mostly to make sure that Boy Toy doesn’t scream.” Frankie said. She guessed that Annette wasn’t going to limit herself to just a couple of crocodile clamps. “But if any of you ladies would like to mount it, be my guest.”

   Sylvie got on. She wanted to see what Annette was going to do. And she was in the perfect position. She slid down the plastic cock, until it was totally inside her.

   “That’s good.” she said. “But not as good as his cock.”

   “I don’t want him cumming.” Frankie said. “I mean, there are restraints you can put on limp cocks, to stop them getting aroused. But what is the point of that? I’d rather have him aroused but not allowed to cum. He is far more likely to be attentive that way. I’m pretty good at teasing him. And I’ve told him that if he does cum I’ll stick needles in his balls.”

   “I’d like to do that.” Annette said.

   “No, I want him to have blue balls, not pierced ones.” Frankie said.

   “Pity.” Annette cradled his scrotum in her right hand. She slowly squeezed – hard.

   “Oh, his head’s going up and down.” Sylvie said. Boy Toy was trying to bang his head up and down, as it was the only bit of his body which he could move. It had the effect of having the dildo fuck Sylvie’s tight cunt.

   Annette released her death grip on Boy Toy’s balls. That had been easy. Men were so vulnerable. She picked up the cane. She swished it through the air. Yes, she thought, she could inflict a lot of pain with it, without damaging Boy Toy too severely.

   She whipped the cane at Boy Toy’s shaft. He gurgled into the cock gag. There wasn’t much else which he could do.

   Up and down the ten inch shaft of Toy Boy’s cock went the cane. Annette didn’t hit too hard: hard enough to cause pain, and leave marks, but not hard enough to draw blood. Annette only stopped when the lines covered the entire length of the shaft. She didn’t touch the exposed purple glans with the cane, though. She had had another idea about how to hurt that most vulnerable part of Boy Toy’s anatomy.

   Annette picked up one of the wax candles, and lit it using a cigarette lighter. Kirstie watched, thinking that Annette only intended to coat the glans with red wax. But there was a real streak of wonderful cruelty running through Annette.

   “Can you hold his urethra open so that it gapes, Kirstie?” Annette asked. Her voice was throaty with arousal. All of her adult life she had been waiting for a chance to get revenge on the male sex who, in the past, had so pissed her off.

   “Don’t burn my fingers.” Kirstie said. She, too, was turned on. She wanted to see this act of cruelty.

   She held Toy Boy’s cock, pressing down on the sides of the glans with her fingers. It caused the pisshole to flare as open as it ever could.

   Toy Boy actually managed to tremble, despite the way that he was tied, when the first drop of molten wax fell into his open urethra. He screamed around the plastic dildo gagging him. But Annette kept dropping wax into Boy Toy’s urethra, until it was filled. Then Annette covered the entire glans with wax. It was not long before it was set, and the glans had a crown of red wax. Annette had no idea how Boy Toy was going to get the wax out of his pisshole, and she didn’t particularly care.

   Frankie drew a close to the activities then, but promised that the girls would get to play with Boy Toy again, at some time in the future.