Before the first person in line could assault me with the vibrator, my mistress appeared. She was boiling mad. "Do you know what you have done to my business, " she shouted. "I will be a laughingstock. An 'escort' who cannot even make himself cum. Whoever heard of such a thing?" Roughly, she pulled my arms behind my back. Hand cuffs locked my wrists behind me. Turning to the line of people behind the one then with the vibrator, she snapped, "He is all yours fellows. Good luck." She then stalked off, leaving me to my fate.
The first one in line shoved the humming vibrator between my legs. "Cum for me, asshole," he exclaimed. This time, I had no trouble getting hard. But suddenly, as I felt myself about to explode, he pulled the vibrator away. "I am not going to let you cum. You don't deserve it." As I was shaking and breathing heavily, he turned around and handed the vibrator to the next in line. "I don't think we should let him cum," he offered. "Bring him to the edge and deny him completion."
"That is a good idea," the second person said as he plunged the vibrator between my legs. "Hey everybody," he turned and shouted. "Let's just bring him to the edge but never let him cum." Everyone there seemed to agree that that was a good plan.
"OHHH!!! AHHHH! OH, God!!! Please--don't--do--this. Let-me-cum."
The one with the vibrator pulled it away. Turning around, he handed it to the next person in line. Shaking and breathing heavily and with a throbbing erection, I was not going to be allowed to cum. They were just going to take turns with the vibrator, bringing me to the edge and then pulling away. I could look forward to this for the entire evening.
Federal authorities had worked for a few days to put everything together for this raid. That was not much time. But this was the rare occasion where all three of us would be in the same place at the same time. And, although they knew where Brooke was, they had no clue about me or Kathy.
They had learned that the compound was ringed with sensors to alert those inside to any arrivals. But the blind spot was from the air. So federal agents and SWAT teams would swoop in by helicopter. The area was heavily forested. But there was enough open ground surrounding the building to allow for entry in that manner.
It was decided to purposely wait until late in the evening to strike. By then, many in attendance would probably be quite drunk. As the sun went down, I had been confined in the back of the bar for hours. Word had now gotten around. Everyone who applied the vibrator to me would bring me to the edge, but deny me completion. Some came back for a second, third or fourth time. The line of those waiting their turn never ended. I begged to be allowed to cum but was ignored.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling noise from outside Someone poked his head through the door and shouted, "Helicopters!" But really before any defense could be prepared, an army of agents was storming through the door.
"FBI. Search warrants. Everybody on the ground. NOW!" The person then holding the vibrator to me dropped it to the floor and backed away. The first order of business was to find the three kidnap victims. Kathy and I were the only two naked people in the place. Brooke, although not completely nude, was easy to spot.
The first agent to reach me recognized me from the photographs. My wrists were locked behind my back. He had to notice that my breathing was labored and I had a throbbing erection. He said nothing about that. "Sir, we know who you are. You can come with us. You are safe now." Other agents reached Kathy and Brooke. As I was led away to freedom, I could muster only baby steps because of the pounding my crotch had been taking. Glancing at my now former mistress, I saw a look that I can hardly describe. Let's just say that if looks could kill, I would have been a dead man.