I loved watching him sitting there naked and bound to the straight back chair. I had his legs spread apart and bound to the legs of the chair. His legs were spread wide enough for me to have easy access to his balls which were hanging down through the little cut out hole in the seat portion of the chair. His cock was fully erect and bobbing with anticipation.
The subject was blindfolded and his arms were securely bound behind him to the back of the chair. He was completely and totally at my mercy. I couldn't help but smile at the fun I was going to have with this subject.
I took the bottle of lubricant from the table where I had laid out various implements of sexual torture. I placed a drop the size of a dime in the palm of my right hand and then rubbed my hands together covering them completely with lube.
I then pulled up my little rolling stool in front of my subject and every so slowly and gently took his hard cock in my hands. I placed my right hand on top of the left hand and began working his cock in my hands in a wringing motion. My subject sucked in a breath as his hips thrust up a little as I increased the pressure of my hands and the speed of the motion. He tried not to move but his body responded to my touches. His legs began to tremble as his hips continued to involuntary thrust up to try and meet the motion of my hands.
"Oh, Mistress, that feels so good," he moaned. I chuckled but said nothing, slowing the motion of my hands. Then I changed the motion for a wringing in opposite directions to an up and down motion, basically a jacking off motion with my hands. I leaned in and flicked his right nipple with my tongue.
"Ohhhhh," he signed. I continued to jack up and down on his cock with first one hand then the other...faster, firmer grip...faster...his hips thrusting up faster to meet my strokes. I then put my whole mouth on his nipple and sucked it in hard. He tried his best not to moan but the sound escaped his lips and he sucked in a breath. I could tell he was getting close to cumming so I released my grip on his cock and let go of his nipple with my mouth and just rolled my little stool back to watch his body writhing and shuddering with excitement, wanting me to continue pleasuring his hard cock.
"Oh, Mistress, please don't stop!" he exclaimed. I then held my left hand to the side of his hard cock and slapped it with my right hand. He cried out while winching in pain from the slap to his cock. I watched as his cock bobbed back and forth from the blow of my open hand. I loved watching him wiggle in pain, his hips thrusting up into the air, hoping to find the delightful feel of my hands on his cock again...but there was nothing.
I rolled my stool up to his right side and reached under the chair to where his balls were hanging through. I took his balls into my right hand and held them. He began to tremble as I ever so gently massaged his balls. I reached around with my left hand and began stroking his cock in and up and down motion again. It didn't take long for his hips to begin meeting my strokes...I ever so slowly my grip on his balls...I watched his face closely as he was rapidly approaching the fine line of pain and pleasure...which would win out, the pain or the pleasure? I would ease up on my grip of his balls and work my left hand stroke faster, then slower, then a firmer grasp around the shaft while I increased my grip on his balls until I was pulling on his balls, trying to pull them off of him.
He began to whimper as the conflict of pain and pleasure was so overwhelming he began to breath erratically, trying to muffle a cry or moan with groans of pleasure mixed in there.
"Oh, Mistress, you're hurting my balls," he whimpered. I pulled harder and he gasped and cried out again. I continued to pull harder and then leaned in and placed my teeth on his left nipple. He cried out again. I then let go of everything, his nipple, his balls and his cock. He was a writhing, thrusting mess, his hard cock bobbing wildly as he whimpered and cried like a little girl!
I sat there on my rolling stool, laughing at his anguish. I then got up and stood behind him. I pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him hard on the mouth. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and worked my tongue to his, he kissed me back. I continued to kiss him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Then I pulled away and sat back down on my little stool, moving in front of him and taking his cock in my right hand and his balls in my left hand. I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I worked my tongue around the rim of his cock head. He moaned loudly as I sucked harder on his cock meat. I then took my mouth off of his cock head and began to lick up and down this shaft, licking and flicking my wicked little tongue, working the eye of his cock, licking the pre-cum drops that had begun to form. I took him full in my mouth and sucked hard. His hips thrusting up to try and fuck my mouth with his hard cock meat.
I had my hands on top of his thighs which were now twitching with his excitement. He was on the verge of cumming yet again when I stopped and pulled my mouth off of his cock, my hand away from his balls. I watched as he writhed and trembled in the chair, his arms trying to come free from the bounds, but he was secure, there was no way he was going to work his way out of his binding to that chair.
