Oh, My Karin -- Book III

Robbie finished wiping the kitchen baseboards excitedly, even though his knees were hurting from being so bent over. There- the kitchen was in tip-top order. He was so excited. What a sweetheart Karin is! She was so upset with him, giving him a number of demerits for screwing up the kitchen chores and breaking crockery. Robbie had to have a hundred thousand positive points by the first of the week to jerk off to orgasm and he had to have a million positive points accrued - with no negative to counterbalance them - to be able to screw Karin on his wedding night in June. And then there would be no more terrible, painful Thimble - the prison of his unhappy erection. Robbie had really messed up this afternoon, but Karin was so nice, she was going to allow Robbie to do some other kind of "penance" to make up for his transgressions, and then he could jerk off, not even waiting til Monday! Robbie might be cumming tonight!

It had been so long since Robbie had had an orgasm - Karin didn’t keep track of it, her orgasms of course were taken care of - but Robbie certainly did. He hadn’t had an orgasm in one hundred and two days. He’d fucked up one thing or another, usually by commanding, begging or ordering Karin to let him cum during the ten to fifteen teasing sessions she had, tying him down and playing with his engorged cock for hours... he couldn’t help it. After all that time without an orgasm, her teasing was just unendurable. Karin’s soft, effective fingers would manipulate Robbie’s cock and balls, touching just the right places to make him go nearly mad. It was hell. Though highly stimulating at the same time, of course.

The worst part was, on a Monday morning when Robbie didn’t have his points and was overrun with demerits. Certainly the positive point Mondays were great, he got to jerk off and shoot a huge load, and his loads were huge, some months ago Karin had punished Robbie severely because she had been playing with his cock when he got out of the shower, and he’d been so long denied that he spooged all over her nice blouse. Karin’s boyfriend Toad had beaten Robbie with a razor strop and Karin had given Robbie six hundred thousand negative points to work off.

But on Mondays when he was allowed to cum, he got to jerk off, not as nice as screwing Karin, or getting Karin to jerk him off to completion - she always stopped before he came, saying she thought her skin might be allergic to his semen. "Toad’s is nice." Karin had said meditatively. "When he shoots on my face, I think it might prevent wrinkles. Just kidding honey, don’t cry."

So Robbie would have to jerk himself off... and it was wonderful cumming after all that time, especially if he was late a few weeks with lots of demerits. But when Robbie owed demerits, he still had to go through the discomfort of lying on the kitchen floor in his pink thigh high stockings, and he’d jerk off until he was ready to cum, and then Karin would stop him. It was almost worse than when she teased Robbie, as her long, manicured fingers were much more skilled at treating and tormenting his dick - swirling, trotting up and down the shaft, squeezing veins and tickling testicles... Robbie, poorly coordinated, just wanked up and down.

Last Monday had been especially brutal for Robbie. His seven pairs of stockings had been in the wash, yes, even the magenta ones, so he was wearing a pair of Toad’s old long johns with the crotch ripped out... .it was horrifically humiliating. His bare back freezing on the cold linoleum, Robbie had stared up at his beautiful girl. "Now start stroking honey." Karin had whispered, bending over to unlock the Thimble. Robbie had gaped into Karin’s heaving bosom as she bent down, fiddling with the lock. Oh, God, just to touch them once... "One day, baby" Karin smiled. "You’ll suck my candies if you ever get some serious points!" How did she read his mind?

Karin was dressed for school in a snug leaopard sking top and a leather mini that Robbie had bought for her when they went to the Washington Folklife Festival earlier that fall. "But honey, I’ve got to get to work" Robbie had whined. He’d do anything to get out of this frustrating experience, that Karin said he needed to urge him towards earning more positive points. "I gotta dress, and there’s a meeting at work with a bankruptcy client." Robbie had said feebly. Karin had reached down and squeezed Robbie’s testicles, huge from backed up discharge. Robbie screamed "You never use that excuse when you’re going to have an Orgasm Monday." Karin had kicked Robbie not so gently in the side. "That’s twenty thousand demerits for bitching again." Karin poured a bit of Astroglide into Robbie’s palm. "To paraphrase the announcer at the Indy 500, Gentlemen, start your pulling!"

What could he do? Robbie had touched his dick for the first time since the previous Monday, when he hadn’t cum either. He almost had forgotten what a penis felt like, the fveins and how quickly he could become fully erect. In the past year and a half since Karin had introduced him to the Thimble, Robbie had orgasmed so little that his penis felt like some kind of Louisville Slugger. He had pumped slowly at first, and then faster as Karin showed him her cleavage, and refreshed her lipstick, making a "mouth" at him. As the semen was rushing to the tip of Robbie’s penis, and his legs began to shake, Karin had grabbed his hand. "Calm down, baby... "

And then she’d said, "Start again." Robbie again began to pump feverishly, faster and faster... maybe he could cum before she pulled his hand away. The punishment for this would be unthinkable, but he had to cum. Karin had stepped back and began shooting rubber bands into Robbie’s crotch, Robbie had ignored the stings and continued to stroke his dick, thinking of the yellow string bikini Karin had worn at the Hilton Sport and Health Club pool the previous summer... or the little black one she wore at Ocean City... pump, pump... the low cut purple one piece she’d had at Dewey Beach... Then Karin grabbed his hand AGAIN. "Start again, sweetheart." On the tenth time of the start-and stop, Robbie had physically resisted Karin’s pulling his hand away, and she had been forced to kick him in the balls. Robbie had almost passed out, and she’d re-belted him.

Robbie winced at the past Monday memory now, as he put the dishtowel back on the rack. Balancing himself precariously on his heels, Robbie walked back into the sitting room where Karin was still reading Elle, chuckling silently, and heaving her low cut blouse... Robbie’s dick squirmed against the Thimble.

"Miss Karin?" Robbie asked softly. He would ask once and then wait patiently as she finished the page. "Yes, honey?" Karin was all smiles now. She hated to be hard on Robbie, but this point system was so important for him. This time though, she’d found a good way to compromise, settling Robbie’s sins and letting him have his reward for another kind of penance than more chastity - it had been a plea bargain of sorts.

Now Robbie smiled shyly. "I’m ready for my plea thing." Karin frowned. "Honey, you know about plea bargains don’t you? Criminals plea for lower sentences. You don’t know much beyond bankruptcy and corporate courts, do you, Robin? I remember you telling me that you scorn your colleagues who go to court to do pro bono volunteer work, but you watch ‘Law and Order’, right? That has the plea bargain term." Robbie didn’t understand completely. "Yes Miss Karin. And if you ever want me to go defend some juvenile punk to make up my positive points... "

"No, baby... "Karin smiled at Robbie, as she turned him around and slipped handcuffs on his wrists. "God forbid you compromise your conservative religious principles. We have to be tough on those thieving, drug using little bastards, don’t we?" Robbie smiled. Karin was starting to wake up about all that liberal crap. Karin went on as she spun Robbie around again, and began unlocking the Thimble.

"You know, Robbie." Karins said, when our President was governor of Texas, he was so good for the characters of some of my young relatives... my nineteen year old cousin just did five years in juvie for stealing a lipstick... boy is she changed! Thanks to you law and order Bible guys."

Robbie smirked a little. "Well, we’re not taking a lot of thuggery in this country, that’s for sure. Dad prepped with W. at Andover and he tells me that 43 is a straight shooting guy." Karin had now taken Thimble off, and was sponging off Robbie’s penis a bit, and of course it was getting terribly stiff. "You are so right, Robin. You’ll have this country in the hands of Jesse Helms next, and he can just straighten up my family and friends."

Was there an edge to Karin’s voice? But no, Karin was very tenderly rolling Robbie’s penis "hat" between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand. "Wouldn’t belong to any club that would have me as a member" she said out of the corner of her mouth, pretending that she was Groucho Marx and Robbie’s dick was Groucho’s cigar.

Robbie was a fairly tall guy, and his crotch was just at Karin’s chiin level. She put her face very close to Robbie’s cock and began blowing on the head as she rolled the tip back and forth in her fingers. Robbie immediately began getting very excited. And panting a bit. "Sound like an obscene caller there, honey." Karin cracked. Karin took her other hand and began lightly scraping and tickling Robbie’s scrotum with her nails, alternately blowing and twiddling as well. Almost immediately, pre ejaculate began dripping from the tiny hole at the tip of Robbie’s penis, and Karin smiled. Karin began quickening her pace in the twiddling. "Oh honey." Karin murmured. "You are such a sexy, horny stud-man... look at that boner! When you get your points and your man-privileges, what a lucky girl I’ll be." Karin squeezed just below the head. "God you’ll be pounding this in and out of my pussy and my - Karin made a kissing noise - "lips, and it’ll just be so good for us both." Robbie’s legs were shaking slightly.

Karin had given him about eleven two-hour teases in the last three days. At this point, even the slightest stimulation caused Robbie’s groin to experience a quasi-anyeurism. "Look at that penis roar!" Karin began humming as her fingers traveled across the base of Robbie’s shaft. She began pulling the skin back and forth along the base, tickling his frenulum, and Robbie gritted his teeth... oh he was afraid he’d burst down there.

Robbie’s balls felt leaden. His cock was quite overloaded with semen and he felt it thrusting towards Karin’s fingers, which plucked and stroked and found every terribly sensitive spot - oh how she knew how to tease! Karin tickled the underside of his schlong again, stimulating the frenum. Karin turned the head of Robbie’s penis as if she were trying to open a door that was covered in Vaseline, and then let go.

Karin then made a ring around Robbie’s penis with her thumb and forefinger, and pumped the ring up and Robbie’s dick. When she got to the tip, Karin closed the ring, then make Robbie’s penis squeeze his way in as she back down to the bottom before letting go again.

"Look at you wave around honey, like you’re conducting an orchestra." As Robbie’s cock bounced desperately, Karin began to sing a nursery tune, paraphrasing a bit. "you put your right schlong in, you put your right schong out" Karin blew a bit on the purple head. "you put your right schlong in, and shake it all about, you do the Penis Pokey and you have a lot of fun." Robbie was feeling like his scrotum sack was about thirty pounds - "and that’s what it’s all about." Karin could carry a tune, that was something.

Karin now began to pretend she was playing Robbie’s frustrated rod like a clarinet - drumming the shaft with her nails and blowing on the tip. Robbie felt a deep, dullish pain at the back of his balls. He felt like he couldn’t remember the last time he got to shoot off his scum, and it must’ve been centuries ago. What was embarrassing, besides the fact that he couldn’t take his pants off in front of other guys at the gym because of the humiliating Thimble was, his balls now hung in a huge sack of backed-up scum... it looked like a punching bag, and more than once Karin had flicked it back and forth with her pointed forefinger, pretending she was a mini Mike Tyson... God, she’s beautiful. Robbie looked down at the ruby lips blowing air, and then stared directly into Karin’s cleavage - was that a beige lace bra? "You are such a powerful guy, Robin... "Karin looked up at Robbie in a supplicating way. "The Viagra doesn’t even make a difference, I guess."

"Viagra?" Robbie looked horrified. "I’m not on Viagra!" Good God, that would be insane. I’m not fucking, I’m not even cumming, much I wouldn’t need it, and besides, I don’t need it anyway, I’m thirty-two years old. "Yes you are, honey." Karin chuckled. "I put it in your Kari-shakes." Robbie prepared all the meals in the house, but Karin knew how to make a really good chocolate-vanilla milk shake, and she gave one to Robbie every day when he came home for lunch. Robbie rolled his eyes.

No wonder he was so horny! That he’d be horny anyway with all this stimulation and no orgasm was a given, but with fucking VIAGRA it would be of course much, much worse. "Why - why do you have me on Viagra, Miss Karin?" Robbie asked, but of course he knew the reason. "Well, I like it when you’re a little horny, and when you’re a lot horny, you are even more f un - "Karin giggled. "You are so generous, and you look after everything, and you treat me like I’m a princess. I like that."

Four hours later, the handcuffed Robbie was now lying prone on the billiards table in the basement rec room. There was that nasty leather cock ring just over his balls, and his cock was squeezed to further intensity. Karin had stripped to - es, a lacy beige demi bra and panty set. Karin’s boobs were bouncy, and pressed against the thin material of the beige bra, and Robbie kept praying that at some point the bra would erupt.. Karin sat on the edge of the pool table, high heels clicking against the side. Robbie gazed at her as if at a mirage. Karin was so beautiful for all the hell she put him through, Robbie thought. Karin had tied her hair back in a severe little bun,making her look like a semi dressed young governess. She was almost more enticing in this regalia than she was in her usual tube tops, short shorts, snug sweaters and belly shirts.

Robbie was exhausted. Karin had moved him several times over the past couple hours. First, Karin had sat Robbie in the living room, and showed him some of the lap dances she’d done in her late teens, working at the Cherry Forever club in St. Louis. Robbie had never been to places like that, because Mother had told him that they were vulgar.. he’d missed something.

Then for a while Karin had Robbie hanging from a ceiling eye hook in the Florida room, whacking him with various implements to help alleviate some of his sins, and work a few demerits off. She’d used a spatula, rubber strap, school ruler, razor strop and another one of those horrible hickory switches soaked in the tub..but this one had thorns in it. (this wasn’t the first time Robbie had experienced thorns. Once Karin had promised Robbie he could kiss her bare breasts if she let him whip his cock with nettles... he’d gone outside, stark naked, held his hands behind her back while the awful process went through... and then she’d told him she was kidding... and he could suck one of her bras instead.)

The whipping today had been tough, and of course the thorns had again hit Robbie’s dick and balls "Because you enjoyed it so much last time, baby." Then she’d stroked him a bit in the back yard as he was tied to a reclining chair. And after that, they’d gone downstairs to the "play room" that Robbie had set up.

Karin had put Robbie in an old-style Colonial pillory, and as Robbie was bent over with his head and hands locked in the wooden stocks, Karin had beaten him firther, and then gotten under the table and actually s ucked the head of his penis for about forty-five minutes without, of course giving him the release he’d begged for. Karin had never fellated Robbie before in the three years they’d been together. It was wonderful in that Robbie was now confirmed in his fiancée as giving just a wonderful blowjob, but it was horribly frustrating, and it made Robbie sad to realize that she’d kept this wonderful skill from him, while going out with all those blue collar guys on the side. He didn’t have to wonder whether they were benefiting!

Now in his second hour on the pool table, Robbie’s limbs ached from being cuffed so long. .and his legs were cramping. Karin had given his nipples an expert tongue tease, and then put binder clips on them. Karin had thoughtfully laid a long rubber sheet on the table before she’d put Robbie down, and it was slick from massage oil. Karin had spent half an hour rubbing oil onto Robbie’s rear end, before slipping a small zucchini into his rectum. Karin had then focused the oil massage on Robbie’s stomach and inner thighs, and vigorously into his scrotum, penis and groin, before beginning to stroke his cock again. Karin used a washcloth for a bit to rub extra oil into Robbie’s cock, and then used a harsh, serrated gardening glove over her massaging hand to press more oil in before taking off the glove and returning to the use of her wonderful palm. Robbie’s cock was aching from Karin’s ministrations, but it was an incredible high as well... Robbie had never been this horny with a woman.

The leather cock ring was cruelly pressing against Robbie’s testicles, and whenever Karin stroked him a bit, it seemed like the snaps might burst... Robbie was worried he might get blood poisoning or something from having the blood cut off. Karin’s casual stroking of his member made it seem like the leather strap would explode, the tip of Robbie’s penis might tear open, or Robbie himself might have some sort of stroke... but Miss Karin knew what was best, and he trusted her. She’d scared him a bit this year, suggesting she might get him a smaller Thimble to keep him from getting erect at all, but anything she wanted... Karin winked at him now as she continued her ministrations... she had such intense fingers! Enternal handjobs were like nothing Robbie had ever experienced. He hoped it wouldn’t be some test in the afterlife, like what Tantalus went through.

"Miss Karin" Robbie looked pleadingly at his wonderful fiancée, as she stroked his shaft with a long ostrich feather. "Yes, darling?" Karin asked absently. She was fascinated by the way she could rub a greasy finger or a feather, or even a piece of dental floss up and down Robbie’s dick and just as she tickled the penis "helmet" her fingers would withdraw, and Robbie’s hips would dart up so the head touched Karin’s finger or whatever implement she had again. She compared it to feeding a killer whale at the Epcot Center. Frustrated penises had fascinated Karin from early youth. As a teen, Karin, then called Muriel Lenore Strydefsky had tortured boys in cars, movie theaters, junior high school boiler rooms, and various family couches with her cute little body. She knew how to get the half back on the football team so revved up with her necking and prodding that he would finally have to break away from her and run in the bathroom to jerk off.

Once Karin had been necking with her biology partner in his mother’s car on a back street, and an Irish cop who knew the poor boy from Mass had rapped on the steamy glass. Karin had gotten out to "explain" to Officer Pawlicz, and had pressed up against him earnestly, and the poor bastard had had to drop the whole thing because he was afraid to lecture with a hard-on. Karin/Muriel had left the half-way house (with the point system that had inspired Robbie’s training) thanks to Mr. Curtis, her geometry teacher. Karin had sold her ass to a number of teachers and rich students at her public high school, amassing "get-out" money, and Mr. Curtis was a prime discovery.

Mr. Curtis was a fat little guy who played Dungeons and Dragons for fun and had a deformed thumb that he said came from an incident in Vietnam, but it was probably just a birth defect... .he loved Little Muriel/Karin. After Mr. Curtis had paid for a couple of blowjobs, he’d shown Little Muriel several of his magazines, and his chastity belt, and soon she was tying him up and using Vaseline. Karin dressed in vintage Daisy Duke outfits, and soon began wearing leather boots and bustiers in the classroom as well. Mr Curtis had her up front as one of his A students. (not only did Little Muriel not know geometry, she could barely master long division, but did it matter?) and she would cross and uncross her legs as he trembled and the class would snicker at his hard-on.

After school the tarty sophomore and the schlubby teacher would go to his house, and Little Muriel would make Mr. Curtis beg for some teasing. She would strip him naked, whip his ass with his own belt, and tie him up and work on his cock until he cried. After a time Little Muriel began putting the chastity belt on Mr. Curtis, not just for their games, but whenever he wasn’t with her... and Little Muriel finally got Mr. Curtis, desperate and obsessed, to take her out of the group home, pay for her to become legally emancipated at fifteen, and move her into his place.

By the time Little Muriel broke it off with Mr. Curtis, she had annexed his bank account and gotten a good many gifts out of him... she then had turned him over to her slutty cousin Natale, a pre-op transsexual, and she’d split to DC, changing her name and identity. Natale often wrote her with details about Mr. Curtis, who was now enslaved by five muscular gay "bears" that he supported on his meager teacher’s salary... but they all seemed content. Karin had done her work well. Now Karin was quite pleased with Robbie’s reactions to the system she’d used for Mr. Curtis.

"Miss Karin?" Robbie spoke again. "When can I finish my penance so I can cum?" Robbie sounded desperate. "I need to come about 30 times more than I did before you started my afternoon tease. What can I do - anything - so I can cum tonight, Miss Karin?" Robbie sounded close to tears. Karin rubbed a long nail across the ridge of Robbie’s penis "helmet" "Anything? You sure about that, Robin?" Karin stroked Robbie’s cock in a pattern now, ten slow and ten quick strokes. She ran her energetic little fingers from Robbie’s balls up to the tip of his penis, and then swirled around the head a bit, toying with the pee hole by poking a long nail in, just a bit, while Robbie writhed in pain. "Oh..please that hurts, Miss Karin." Robbie was now weeping slightly. Karin pulled her hand away. "I am so sorry, Robin. I didn’t know my massage was getting on your nerves, dear."

"No, no... " Robbie begged. "Please don’t stop touching my cock!" Robbie began to tremble. Like a heroin addict, he couldn’t live with the touching, but he couldn’t live without it either. "Are you sure... I don’t think so." Karin said, irritated. "I have better things to do than play with that four-inch Vienna sausage, you know." Robbie began to blubber. "No, no... it feels so good, your nail in my little hole was just... " Karin laughed contemptuously. "Poor Robbie, always bitching. I should put your dick through the garbage disposal." But she began playing with Robbie’s dick again. Karin brought her palm up to the top of Robbie’s glans and held it there, with her fingers held together and her thumb pointed straight out.

"Well, you know you will have to do penance if you want to cum..all this whining has been horrible. Is penance worth it, Robin?" Karin spun her fingers around Robbie’s glans as if she were attempting to unscrew a beer bottle. Robbie moaned loudly. "Do you appreciate me, Robin?" Karin dropped her hands down to Robbie’s balls and began to squeeze them gently, pulling the testicles away from the shaft. Robbie felt his dick being pulled to heaven by invisible forces. How does she stimulate my dick by touching my testicles? Sometimes when he was in the Thimble, she could just look at him, and he would thrust against the sides. "Of course I appreciate you, Miss Karin... you’re everything to me.." Robbie’s dick felt like it would ignite.

Karin gently bounced Robbie’s balls in her palm. She rolled the testicles up into the underside of his Robbie’s quivering shaft. "That’s so sweet of you to say." Karin tapped a throbbing purple vein on the underside of Robbie’s shaft, near the frenum. Karin let go of Robbie’s nuts and brought her fingers together over his cock. "Even when you’re swaggering around, doing macho stuff like watching football with the boys?" Karin rubbed Robbie’s hard-on, running her fingers over the sensitive spot underneath his balls with the other hand. Robbie was amazed that her hand never got tired. "I mean, whenever I listen to you talking to your friends, it’s "Fuck" this and "Bitch" that... kind of immature, really."

Karin held Robbie’s dick in a loose grip running her fingers in a drumming motion on the underside. "You’re going to get dressed in your black jeans and your belt with the skull and bones buckle, and you and your buddies are going scream for me to get you beers... Last time I was bringing you beers, your little brother grabbed my ass, I think." Karin squirted lots of Astroglide onto her hands and then returned to her work. "I mean, that’s a real pain in the ass, so to speak."

Karin brought her hands down on Robbie’s shaft, moving them together up and down in a pumping motion. "I’ll talk to him, Karin. Bink is really young, that’s all." "Oh, I know... he’s a cutie... but why is Bink so obnoxious?" Karin shook her lovely head. She brought one hand down, and let it caress Robbie’s penis from tip to scrotum. Robbie’s cock at this point was rigid and aching, and the precum was dribbling out. "Baby... " Karin said gently.

"Don’t you think it’s jerky to act that way?" With her other hand, Karin tapped the head of Robbie’s cock, rubbing with one hand and gently tapping with the other. "Oh Miss Karin" Robbie moaned. "I didn’t know you didn’t like bringing us beer... I don’t mean to swagger around... we’re all just, old friends, you know?" Karin stood up on the table all of a sudden, standing between Robbie’s splayed legs. Karin stepped out of her panties as Robbie gaped. This had never happened. Karin had never let Robbie see her naked pussy... and look at it! Robbie noticed the careful bikini wax, and also that Karin’s pubic hair was not the color of the blonde streaks on her head. God, her inner thighs were beautiful! Robbie watched Karin’s vagina avidly, and he noted that it was glistening.

"Robbie... honey... I want you to be happy... " Karin lowered herself until she was on her haunches just above Robbie’s straining dick. "I know you can be above all that macho bullshit if you want to." Karin lowered her cunt until the lips were brushing the tip of Robbie’s bloated member, and began rubbing against it enthusiastically. "Watching sports is such a drag, I think... how you guys deal with it is beyond me." Karin began grinding the tip of Robbie’s frustrated shaft some more. Robbie felt as if his groin would soon either erupt in lava or die instantly. Karin kept rubbing the very tip of Robbie’s quivering organ, and then she’d pull up, stroke herself a little, and then grind the helmet some more... at some point she began humming the song "When I think About you I touch myself" by the Divynls.

After about fifteen more minutes, Karin hopped off Robbie’s crotch and put her cunt over Robbie’s mouth, and he serviced her through two orgasms. Karin then put her panties back on... and began playing with his dick manually again. Karin took Robbie’s penis in both hands, her soft fingers gently touching the sides of the shaft. She flicked the penis back and forth between her two palms, pinching the loose skin of his shaft with her long nails. Karin placed both of her hands side by side against the shaft and pressed hard against Robbie’s engorged cock.They felt so soft after the steel of the Thimble all week, Robbie considered wistfully. "When you’re home with me, in your nice pink stockings, you are the perfect gentleman sort of " Karin giggled, Robbie blushed, and she continued this peculiar penis massage. Karin began pulling Robbie’s dick hand over hand as if she were climbing a rope.

"They treat me like an object, those boys" Karin remarked "And I’m a human being... remember what Simone De Bovour said, "When women act like human beings they are accused of trying to be men." Karin began spinning Robbie’s cock between her slick palms as if she were trying to light a fire with two sticks. "I just want you to different then them... to be the real you all the time, honey... I want you to be a sweet, sensitive man." Karin tightened her thumb and "fuck you" finger around the bottom of Robbie’s shaft, just above the cock ring. "And you love me, right?" Pressing down on Robbie’s nuts, Karin stopped the blood in his already purple organ, and made Robbie gasp. "Yes ma’am... I love you."

Karin began spinning Robbie’s dick between her palms as if she were trying to light a fire, Campfire Girl style. "You know, Robbie, a sensitive man is a sexy man." Karin squeezed the bottom of Robbie’s shaft, tighter and the blood rushed to the "helmet" of Robbie’s cock. Karin flicked the ridge of the knob, and Robbie flinched a bit. The glans of Robbie’s cock looked something like a violet golf ball.

A caring, considerate man makes me so hot.. "Karin’s left hand, squeezing Robbie’s dick event tighter began pushing up and down the pulsating shaft, very slowly, as the progress was encumbered by her tight squeezing. "And he makes a good father... I want to have kids with a patient, sweet man." Karin tickled Robbie’s blue balls with her right hand, jerking the engorged cock with her left. "I just want a husband who I know won’t get drunk and hit me one day, one I can feel safe around." Karin put her fist gently below Robbie’s balls. "I would never hurt you, dear Miss Karin." Robbie protested. Karin pushed used her fist to push the area between his scrotum and anus, while she jerked his cock madly.

Robbie began thrashing wildly. "I can see you want to orgasm, and I’ll give you that privilege a little later, but we must work on your attitude." Karin let her open palm swirl around Robbie’s jerking, purple glans and the glans became larger. Karin rubbed her open plam along the shaft, stopping occasionally to make circular motions with her palm.

Karin rubbed the ridge of Robbie’s glans and the tender skin underneath the front and side of the cock head. "I know you want to be a sweetie, darling..it’s in you." Karin hopped off the table and went into the bathroom, coming out with a cardboard toilet paper roll. By the time she’d returned, Robbie’s penis was a little more limp, which was far more comfortable, if not as arousing. Karin pushed Robbie’s dick through the hole in the paper roll and Robbie started at the rough feeling of the paper against his lubricated skin. After Robbie’s glans poked out of the other side, Karin began stroking the tip. As Robbie’s dick began to swell as it did when he got a new erection the tube begame very snug around his shaft and his glans bulged further out of the tube. Robbie gasped at the rough treatment of the cardboard roll. Karin rubbed Astroglide around the cock head with an index finger for almost twenty minutes, and then Robbie’s penis actually ripped the paper roll opened. Karin laughed and ripped the whole paper off, and went back to stroking Robbie’s bare penis.

Karin paused to rub more lubricant on her hands, and massaged both hands over Robbie’s shaft, feverishly rubbing her hands around Robbie’s penis as if she were trying to keep them warm. Robbie tried to raise his hips, thinking that perhaps this would enable him to cum in her hands, but Karin slowed her massage down, laughing. Then Karin began rubbing the top half of Robbie’s cock six times quickly and then three times very slowly, while tickling his scrotum. Robbie kept gritting his teeth and trying not to move, but it was impossible. Karin stroked Robbie’s ball bag with all her finger tips simultaneously running them from the outsides down, until her fingers came together again, as if she were picking cotton. Karin took her other hand and began twisting Robbie’s glans and then plunging her other hand down the shaft, pausing in the middle to shake Robbie’s hard on.

Robbie was in delicious agony. He had never gone through anything like this in his life... his penis was almost numb in places from Karin’s non ending massage, and he felt his balls constricting now and then. He’d always scoffed at his friends who talked about having "blue balls", he thought it was a trick to get girls to put out, but he honestly knew his balls were rather blue... he looked down occasionally and my God, they were very blue, and rather swollen. It scared Robbie, because his testicle sack had been getting bigger over the last few months of Karin’s teasing, and he knew it was the backed up ejaculate. Would it kill him?

Karin began pulling Robbie’s penis up and down with a very loose underhand grip. She quickened the pace and then switched hands, moving to an overhand pull. After about five minutes of this, Karin held Robbie’s cock hard on the down stroke, and began toying with Robbie’s nuts. She gradually moved her hand up the length of Robbie’s shaft while maintaining her tight grip. Robbie felt as if he would combust any moment now. "Well, honey we’re going to give you a chance." Karin then let go of Robbie’s cock and re-grabbed the shaft, and started up again with the same traveling hand on Robbie’s testicles.

Karin kept pressing down against the skin of the shaft. Karin ended each stroke with the other hand by encircling the glans with thumb and forefinger. "You’re going to prove yourself this afternoon. Do I have a devoted guy?" As Karin continued to press her fish into Robbie’s scrotum she lowered it a bit to the point where her knuckles were massaging his anus. Robbie had never had a feeling like this before... rubbing his backside made him harder... was he gay? Karin opened her fist and began to run her lubricated forefinger up and down his ass crack, teasing his anus, not penetrating, quite. Robbie gasped and Karin chuckled. "Just wanted to see if you were paying attention." She took the thumb and first two fingers of her other hand around his dick and gradually began moving it up and down as Robbie moaned. "Don’t whine baby, that’s not what the real guys do." Karin murmured gently.

Karin cupped Robbie’s balls in her left hand and moved up and down the shaft with her right, her long nails occasionally scraping the sides of Robbie’s penis. Karin varied the speed, bringing Robbie to the edge of orgasm before quickly backing off and beginning again. Robbie was trying hard to cum, Karin noticed. Whenever she got too far along, Karin would take her hand away and then wait a second or two for the passion to subside, and then she began again. Karin took long strokes, squeezing the head every time she reached the penis tip. She took the tip in both hands and began to energetically circle it with her fingets, rubbing the glans, tormenting the glans ridge and rubbing the glans even more. At some point Robbie’s stomach contracted and the tip of his penis became scarlet. Suddenly Karin stopped and asked a question. "What time are your pals coming over for kick-off?"

Brad Ferrante came up the steps of his good buddy Robbie’s house at about three o’clock. He’d brought the brew and was quite enthusiastic about the game they were going to watch. Behind Brad, was Skip, Robbie’s roommate from college. "You gonna ring the bell, Brad?" Skip asked him. "Yeah, of course I’m going to-" Brad looked at Skip "Why wouldn’t I?" Skip smirked. "Well that girlfriend of his freaks you out, man."

Brad coughed. "No, it’s all right." Brad threw his cigarette into the bushes. Brad flexed a little. Brad was bigger and better looking than Robbie, Skip and most of those friends, and his nickname at Swarthmore had been "the Silent Predator" No chick was safe. But this Karin-- "I just think she’s changed him a little... he never joins us for happy hour anymore..it’s like he has to get home, the other night it was to do some fucking ironing." Skip stared. "Yer kidding. Ironing? She makes him iron?" Brad chuckled. "Yeah, but the Rob-man’s happy, and frankly, I didn’t think the guy would ever meet a woman who could deal with his wussiness. They laughed nastily. Brad had actually known Robbie since they were freshmen at Groton.

Brad really had respected Robbie’s studying talents---if Brad had studied harder he might have become a surgeon instead of a goddam dentist-- and though Robbie could drink huge quantities of Old Milwaukee’s Best, and was a fearless lacrosse player, rowed like a madman... but Robbie was always a suck up to girls at the school mixers. And you know chicks need a rough hand. That was why Brad could treat most girls like shit, and still have four girlfriends at once... but Karin was weird, intimidating. Brad finally rang the doorbell with some trepidation.

The door opened, and Tucker, Robbie’s law clerk looked out. "Hey... what’s up." Brad cocked his head and looked at Tucker. The guy looked pale white, as if he’d just witnessed a lynching. "What’s up, Tucker? Game started?" Tucker looked behind him furtively. "It’s weird in here, Bradley. I’m leaving." Tucker pushed past Brad and Skip and vaulted Robbie’s picket fence. Brad and Skip stared after him, but then turned around as they heard Karin’s lilting tones. "Brad, and Hoppy!" Skipper bit his lip, annoyed. She knew his fuckin’ name. Come on in... Did Tucker just take off?"

Karin looked as if she was pretending to be confused by this sudden departure, but really knew better... "He just split," said Brad, staring at her. "I think he got sick or something." Karin smiled... "He did seem somewhat peaked when he got here, your friend Jeremy was here and left all of a sudden, too, about ten minutes ago." Brad looked at Skip. What the fuck was going on? "But come on in." Karin said.

Karin put her hand on Brad’s chest, and his cock stiffened. Even though Brad thought Karin was a bossy, controlling type, he was sure hot for her. She was even cuter than Stephanie, the hygienist Brad was humping... but Karin was so fuckin’ mouthy. But cute. Today Karin was wearing a tight black blouse with the first four buttons undone, and her boobs were about to burst off the rest of the buttons. There was a hint of Calvin Klein’s Obsession perfume floating around Karin’s slender neck and Brad wondered whether maybe it wasn’t worth it that Robbie’s girl was a little pushy.

They came into the living room and sat down next to Binky, Robbie’s younger brother. "S’up?" Bink punched Brad on the shoulder. Bink got on Brad’s nerves, he was such an arrogant little prick, been kicked out of Dartmouth and the Army, and just got high all day, and lay on his waterbed for a livng. Bink seemed to be in hilarity about something, though. Seeing the question in Brad’s eyes, Bink nudged Brad and pointed towards the television, where a pre-game beer commercial was commencing. Brad’s eyes widened.

Kneeling near the TV was a skinny, naked guy wearing garters and thigh high pink stockings, and black patent leather pumps, and nothing else, except for a large baby bonnet that was partially covering his face. What the fuck was this freak, Brad thought. The bonneted guy’s dick was sticking out and it looked as if it was streaming pre-ejaculate. The guy was gazing at the floor. "Hey Robbie!" Bink called "Say hey to your buds, man." The bonnet continued to stare at the floor, and Brad began wishing he’d left with Tucker. Why hadn’t Robbie gone through the Marines with Brad after college instead of that queer Peace Corps thing? Obviously, if that was Brad, he was definitely fucked... but it couldn’t be. "C’mon Rob-Bin old boy... look up and say hi!" Nothing came from the kneeling figure. The Peace Corps should be shut down, thought Brad stonily.

Karin walked carefully on her stiletto heels over to the kneeler and said softly. "Robin,honey? Don’t be rude to your friends. Say hello to Bradley and Timothy." Skip looked annoyed, as he hated his first name. "Get up and shake their hands, honey. You know Mommy likes you to be polite." Karin’s tone turned to gravel. "Robbie, you’re annoying Miss Karin now. Do you want me to get the strap?" The bonneted head still stared at the ground, though he began trembling somewhat. Brad tried to look out the window, but he couldn’t quite take his eyes off this horrible spectacle. But maybe this was how Al Gore lived at home, who knows? Karin sighed. "Do you want Mommy to replace the Thimble?" The bonnet gasped. "This is only the fourth game of the season honey." Karin’s voice became soft again. You could wear the Thimble ‘til Super Bowl time."

Finally, the naked man got up and turned, looking at Brad. It was Robbie indeed, and boy did he look miserable. Robbie stared at Brad with pleading eyes. Just let it go, man, he seemed to be telling Brad. Christ, it looked as if Robbie was crying. Look at those fuckin’ streaks on his face... that’s tears running mascara! Oh I’m going to be ill, Brad thought dispiritedly. Brad looked at the floor and shook his head. He’d brought some brew, but he thought he might need a V.O. for this game.

Robbie stepped over to the guys on his heels, the balancing was difficult and reached out his hand to Skip. "Hey man." Skip nodded weakly and shook the outstretched hand. And then Skip shuddered. Brad looked quickly and it seemed like Robbie had painted his nails red... no they were really long, he was wearing paste-on nails. They hadn’t just grown, he’d played racquetball at the Club with Robbie last week, and the nails had looked normal. Oh, this was sad. As Robbie moved towards Brad, he spoke gently. "Dude, I don’t want to shake hands." Brad coughed. "But it’s good to see you."

Karin waved at Robbie. "Baby, why don’t you get the boys a beer?" Bink laughed. "Yeah, fag-boy, get us some brew." Robbie gave Bink a look, and tottered off to the kitchen. This must be awful for Robbie, Brad thought. He knew that Bink and Robbie had always been competitors, and after their grandfather’s death, Robbie had been in charge of Bink’s trust fund, and sometimes Robbie had been an asshole about handing money out to the kid, though if Brad had a long-haired little snot like that for a brother, he might’ve shot him.

As Robbie was shuffling into the kitchen, Brad noticed that Robbie’s lower back, buttocks and legs were covered with purplish welts and bruises. "I did that" Binky chuckled. "I hit him with a belt, man." Karin came over and plopped on Binky’s lap, giving the twenty-three year old a nice thrill. "No, honey. You gave Robbie a stropping with my dad’s old razor strop... for insolence." Binky began to laugh "Insolence, I can’t stand it!" Karin smiled. Karin turned her head to the kitchen and spoke loudly. "Robbie, get the boys some hors’d’ouvers honey." Karin turned back to Brad, leaning her head against Binky’s as Bink began rubbing her right leg. Karin was wearing denim cut offs and seamed black stockings, and Bink rubbed gently as to not put a run in the stockings. Bink buried his head in Karin’s neck, and Brad got the impression that this was not the first time Karin and Binky had been this "familiar".

"That’s right, Brad." Karin smiled. "Robbie had the nerve to say that he didn’t want to wear his little bonnet and stockings in front of that little shit, he called his brother a little shit, can you imagine?" Karin pointed at Binky, who pretended to look hurt - "and so I had Binky give him thirty strokes with the razor strop for impertinence." Binky began laughing again, and buried his head in Karin’s shoulder once more. His shoulders shook as he laughed, and Brad wanted to kick the shit out of the little bastard. This is your BROTHER. What the fuck was going on, Brad thought. Skip was just gazing at the television in a daze. Brad shook his head. Bink had just moved his hand into Karin’s blouse and began squeezing Karin’s right tit. Brad felt himself getting aroused, somewhat. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be focusing much on the game today.

The kitchen door opened, and Robbie came out, being very careful with a tray of canapés, brie and crackers, and a few glasses of beer. Brad had never drank beer out of a glass before a football game before, but then again, there was a lot of weird shit about this game, this afternoon. Brad could tell Robbie was having trouble balancing his heels, as of course they were too small for him, and Robbie was moving precariously. Robbie’s long red press-on nails were encumbering his grasp of the tray and it seemed to be slipping. Suddenly Bink tossed a cushion at the tray, and Robbie jounced it and tripped, falling down."Jesus!" Brad shouted. "The fuck’s wrong with you, Bink... Karin, he’s a psycho." Bink was, too... he’d been on Ritalin since he was a fetus. This served Karin right for fooling around with her fiance’s immature kid brother. But then Karin gave Binky a long kiss, and jumped up.

As Brad stared in horror, Karin walked over to the sprawling figure of her pitiful fiancée. "What the hell’s wrong with you?" Karin kicked Robbie in the side, and Robbie rolled over, smushing fallen brie cheese into the Oriental rug. "Jesus, my carpet." Karin said with gritted teeth. Robbie looked up helplessly. "Miss Karin, Binky threw the pillow, I couldn’t help - " Karin kicked Robbie again, viciously. "That’s right!" she shouted "Blame your poor little brother." Binky snickered. "He’s just out of rehab a month, and you’re being a tattle-tale on him." Karin kicked Robbie again. "You spend all your time telling me how much better an athlete you are than your poor little brother is now, and you can’t even fucking dodge a pillow?" Karin pulled on Robbie’s elbow and he got up.

Brad was immobile at this point. What the hell was this scene, man. Skip sounded like he was retching... Brad couldn’t blame him, but his dick was sort of hard. Karin’s blouse was another button open...

Robbie covered his face into his cupped palms and began sobbing. Brad shook his head. This was tragic. Still, he was aroused. Karin bent over and picked up a wooden paddle that was lying under the coffee table, and led Robbie to an empty chair, where she sat down, pulling him over her lap. "His butt doesn’t look good now, man." Skip whispered. "She shouldn’t - " WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "You are the clumsiest" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Most pitiful creature" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "I’ve ever known." Karin spoke loudly as she whacked Robbie’s bottom. The paddle was made of thick wood, and was nearly the size of Robbie’s ass, Brad thought. The welts and blisters that had been left over from Bink’s earlier whipping of his older brother were now bursting into bloody pulps with the swats of the nasty wooden paddle.

WHACK! WHACK! "I can’t believe I’m going to marry a loser - " WHACK! "Like you... " Karin hit Robbie about fifty times, and then ordered him to his knees. "Lick the blood and crap off this nice paddle." Karin ordered. Robbie began licking red and purplish scum off the paddle, grimacing. "It’s just a sacrifice, man." Bink said. "Remember when you wouldn’t pay my drunk driving fine, man? You said sometimes you gotta take your medicine... your turn, Rob-bo." Karin laughed. Brad was getting harder, and noticed that Robbie’s erection hadn’t even subsided a bit, despite his brutal paddling. His dick was shaking, but harder than ever.

"Binky-boo." Karin spoke to Binky tenderly. "Why don’t you take big Bubba into the den and give him a few with the strop while the boys and I watch the game? Give him about twenty, and then make him kneel in the corner, and then give him some more. Space it, so you don’t kill him." Karin giggled. "Robbie doesn’t deserve to watch football, the clumsy loser that he is. But first - " Karin looked at Robbie sternly. "Clean up the mess you made!" Robbie got down and gathered up the glasses, and wiped up the smushed brie and crackers and carried the stuff back into the kitchen, his shoulders shaking with tears. Robbie came back out a minute or so later. "Miss Karin, please don’t let Binky whip me... " Robbie was weeping heavily. "I can’t stand it." Karin smiled. "All right do you want to get back into the Thimble?" Robbie looked at Binky. "Let’s go." Binky snorted. "Let’s go what?" "Let’s go, sir." The brothers went into the den and closed the door.

At six o’clock the final minutes of the football game were over. Brad and Skip had not spent much attention on the game though - they’d heard lots of whacks and screaming from the den, and it had not been just a few minutes, either. At half-time Skip had left, mumbling to himself, but Brad had stayed on. There had been a bunch of whacks, then a long pause, when it sounded like Bink was moaning. Before he’d left Skipper had whispered to Brad with horror that he’d heard Robbie’s voice on the way to the bathroom, and Robbie’d told Bink "I can’t swallow any more, and then heard Bink begin hitting Robbie again. Half an hour before the game was over, there had been noise from the upstairs, and the biggest, meanest looking biker Brad had ever seen had come downstairs, covered with tattoos. The biggest tattoo had said "I’m the Toad" on his bicep. Brad had been convinced the Toad was a burglar until Karin had given him a kiss and asked him if he wanted to sit down. Cursing, the Toad had ignored the game and gone into the den and there had been a great deal more whacking, and more moaning and Robbie’d screamed a bit, and then the biker guy left, counting money that apparently Robbie had given him.

Finally the den door opened, and Bink came out in his jockey shorts, pulling Robbie on a leash. Brad shook his head. Robbie was now crawling on his hands and knees. His once pretty pink stockings had huge rips in them, and the patent pumps were gone. Bink pushed Robbie over to where Brad was sitting. Karin, who had thoroughly enjoyed the game, as Brad had explained it to her. (While she had her hand on Brad’s knee) looked at Robbie. "So, you’ve learned your lesson... from Master Bink and Master Toad, right? you’ll be a better sissy maid next time, I hope?" Robbie’s bonnet had been removed and his hair looked sticky and matted. Robbie raised his eyes to Karin’s. His face looked as if it had been hit with rocks, he had been crying so long... three hours of hell in the den. Brad shivered. "Yes, Miss Karin, I learned my lesson. May I please, PLEASE go in the bathroom and release myself now? It’s been four months and you promised." Robbie looked at his still surging penis. "Please, now?"

Karin looked at Binky. "Binky, did your big brother give you a nice time in there?" Binky swaggered. "Yeah, Karin... he blew me three times, and the Toad twice, and then we both took him in the ass... it’s really not that tight a fit since you got that dildo, babe... I think it hurt Robbie more, us fucking him, since his butt was so whipped." Karin chuckled and looked at Robbie who was trembling. Robbie looked up at her, and rubbed his very red, bleeding bottom in memory. "I hope you sucked the turd stuff off both your Master’s cocks after they fucked you, Robbie." Binky nodded. "You can be sure of that, let him wank, Karin. Even I feel sorry for him at this point."

Karin sniled. "All right, Robbie." Start your whacking!" Robbie looked at Karin. "I can’t do it in the john?" Karin’s eyes narrowed. "You’re lucky I don’t make you do it in front of an open window, honey... what do you have to hide now?"

"All right, Robbie... " Karin smiled. "Start your whacking!" Robbie looked at her "I can’t do it in the john?" Karin’s eyes narrowed, and Robbie sighed, getting on his knees. Robbie grabbed the base of his cock and began rubbing it up and down, and Brad could see that Robbie had not jerked off in quite a while... his dick was streaming pre-cum, and Robbie looked like he was in ecstasy. After about three minutes of jerking, Robbie’s stockinged legs began to quiver., and it looked as if he were about to come. "Stop!" Karin grabbed Robbie’s hand. "What’s wrong, Miss Karin?" Robbie looked miserable. "What’d I do? Can’t I cum now?"

Karin stroked his cheek. "Honey, you’re being rude to your host... don’t you think Bradley might like it if you let him release, too? You’re such a good little cock-sucker now." Binky fell off a hassock laughing, and Robbie began shaking his head, as did Brad. "Hey Karin... I guess you’re into S&M or M&M, I don’t know, but I don’t want Robbie sucking my dick." Brad was about to get up, and Karin dropped a hand on his shoulder. "It won’t be so bad, honey." Karin sat down next to Brad and took his hand, placing it on her left breast. "Just kiss me, and you can take off my top, and you won’t notice anything." Karin looked down at Robbie. "Undo his pants, and suck him while you jerk off." She said in a steely tone. Brad was about to protest, but Karin stuck her tongue in his mouth, and he began squeezing her tit. He just barely felt his zipper being pulled down... and before he knew it, he had cum in Robbie’s mouth... Robbie’d sucked Brad’s penis as Karin had sucked his lips... he barely heard it when Robbie orgasmed, and then had to be hit with a strap by Binky to continue sucking... he was so focused on her... Brad felt like he’d do anything for Karin...

Fifteen months later, Brad was watching yet another Dolphins football game, again at his friend Robbie’s house. Robbie and Karin were married now, and had football parties nearly every Sunday. Things had changed a lot in the past year, and Brad’s attitude towards the peculiarity in his friend’s relationship was completely different now. In fact, Karin and Robbie were his most trusted friends, and he enjoyed their get togethers immensely. As Brad watched Brian Griese throw a pass, he was nudged somewhat sharply. Brad looked up at Binky, Robbie’s little brother. "I was just watching Griese throw." Brad said apologetically. "Dude" Binky responded, "You’re not foucisng on what’s important here." Brad flushed. "I was just watching a little." Bink slapped Brad’s face lightly. "A little what?" Binky’s eyes gleamed. "I was just watching a little of the game, SIR." Binky chuckled, and slapped Brad again. "Good boy."

Brad cowered on the floor, where he was kneeling naked, except for purple stockings, stiletto heels and his Thimble. Seven bearded members of Toad’s motorcycle "club" called the Sloths, were leaning back on the couch with their pants down, and Binky was sitting in the middle, his polo shirt a sharp contrast with the Sloth’s denim vests and wife-beater tank tops. Brad had just spent most of the first hour of the game fellating the first five guys and now Binky, and he’d tried to take a little break, but Bink had wisely reminded Brad of his priorities. "Look, Brad." Bink said earnestly, his hand on Brad’s naked shoulder. "You’ve been doing real good, and Toad’s proud of you, he told me so."

Brad blushed with pleasure. "But you gotta keep your mind on the servicing of our dicks. Maybe if you finish the last of us, Ralphie there" Bink gestured at the only guy left with his pants still on. "Then you can watch a little of the game, you know? But do a good job. You don’t want to have to go in that den, do you?" Brad turned and listened to Robbie’s howls in the den as Brad’s own master, the Toad and Karin, Robbies wife worked Robbie over with a razor strop and a car aerial. It was true. Though Robbie had been sucking dick for a year longer than Bradley had, he still bit when he was supposed to suck, and couldn’t get his beef into it.

Brad bent over to Binky’s cock, and began sucking the glans, as Bink liked it. Brad licked the underside of Binky’s cock, and Binky began to moan. The other bikers, all of whom with the exception of Ralphie had already been satiated by Brad, began chanting "Suck, Bradley, Suck, ssuck you little ffuck." As Brad took Bink’s dick deeper down his throat, moving his lip-glossed mouth up and down the shaft while his paste on nails tickled Binky’s testicles, he thought of what Toad had said as they’d driven here from Brad’s house, where the couple lived now.

"Brad, honey." Toad had chuckled, steering Brad’s Ferrari as Brad’s head had bobbed up and down Toad’s crotch. "You got a mouth like velvet. If you mess up sucking any guys dick there, you’ll get it from me and Karin in the den, and if I have to give you the strop - ooh that’s good sucking - I’ll add thirty days to the 85 you’ve already gone without cumming." Brad had taken Toad deeper down his throat, listening. " But if there ain’t no complaints, you may get to jerk off tonight."

Four hours and ten fellated men later, Brad was thinking of his masturbation session tonight as he finished off Bink. Forget the game. Brad could read about it before doing that root canal on Mrs. Kontas tomorrow morning He’d give Bink and the other guys a second bj just to please them, and get a good report for Toad. As Binky shot his wad down Brad’s throat, Brad listened absently to Robbie’s howls and dreamed of his orgasm, hopefully that night!

THE END

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