Ervin felt his cock, bouncing on the leaden testicles, as he got out of his car. It was such a funny old house that Isely lived in...
She charged by the hour, claiming on her taxes that she appraised antiques.
But her credit card "charger" was next to her bed...
It had been quite a week, Ervin reflected as he climbed the steps onto Isely's porch.
The Prince Albert piercing didn't always annoy him, except when he had to turn creatively so no one saw his locked junk in the showers at the Athletic Club.
But his secretaries were such flirts! Tarli was always modeling her latest knit sweaters, and Vernelle, despite her formidable typing speed, was often stoned at work, and would give Ervin long hugs when she was feeling tender.
Once, after Ervin had given Vernelle an advance on her salary, or a loan or something so she could bail her brother out of jail, she'd sat on his lap and kissed him loudly, unaware that her cute little tush was playing hell with the cruel piercing.
And of course in the street, especially on the corner of Buttermilk Boulevard and Kasabian Avenue, it was girls everywhere!
Checking their phones, bouncing asses, some in office garb, those short skirts and spike heels.
And the Rollerbladers in crop tops swung around Ervin as he negotiated curbs... "Sorry, Pop" and they'd twitch their hot little butts at him.
At night, after he'd had a gin or two, Ervin would watch femdom porn on his computer and try not to twiddle with his dick, which of course was locked in a loop. It could get hard, very, very stiff, but since it couldn't elongate, the feeling was not the best.
Still it was terribly arousing to be put in this position. And, as Isely said, it was a good thing that he wasn't at home wanking up a storm, right?
Ervin put a hand on the porch railing. Last week, Isely had taken Ervin out for a tease, but only after she'd cuffed his hands to this very rail and exercised a new purchase, the "Licorice Whip" which was a formidable fiberglass riding crop.
"I'm just trying to make you a tougher man, Ervin--you're such a sissy!"
Ervin had been worried that the neighbors might see him, naked, covered with long welts, connected by the cuffs to the damn rail, but there was a big wall around Isely's house.
After the whipping, Isely had cuffed the loop around Ervin's cock to the railing, so between the handcuffs and the chastity piercing, he'd been forced to stand, his hands near his balls for an hour while she watched "The View".
Ervin had not been able to sit down, and he'd felt ridiculous.
But afterwards, Isely had given Ervin a big kiss, and she'd knocked fifteen days off his ninety-day sentence. This meant he might get to jerk off some time next month! It had been many days.
Ervin knocked on the door, and Isely opened up after a moment. Oh she looked so cute in her "Errant Kitten" hot pink belly shirt.
Ervin had never seen Isely's tits, but they must be big, he thought, since they pulled her little tee up so he could see her prominent navel.
"Ervin, baby!" Isely jumped into Ervin's arms and threw her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Then she kissed him. A long, tongue-y kiss, which she said she didn't do for all her clients, just the special devotees.
Oh, it was so wonderful!
Ervin rubbed against Isely and moaned. "I missed you so much. I wish you'd had time to go to the opera with me on Wednesday."
Isely giggled. She jumped down. "No, I had to go to a monster truck show with this big idiot I'm fucking. You might meet him, Ervin. He needs to get blown while he's going down on me."
Ervin's stomach turned, but his cock squeezed in the piercing.
