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He added one more and I was now standing flat-footed on the books. Then he cranked the winch again until I was on tiptoe again.
"Oh, that’s clever," my wife said with an admiration I did not share at the moment.
He methodically repeated the process until I was on flat-footed atop two identical stacks of books, the tip of the dildo now between my legs. Gripping my hips with both hands, he pulled them back and up to press that tip against to the entrance of my asshole. I tried to stay up on my very tiptoes but my efforts were futile as he firmly maneuvered my hips into the proper position and pulled them down.
When the tip just entered my well-lubed asshole, I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure and submission. Satisfied that it was properly aligned, he went to the winch and lowered the bar an inch or so. Now I had to stay on tiptoe and hold myself up by my arms or accept more of the dildo. Instinctively I tried to resist but gradually I weakened and the head of the dildo spread me open. The ladies watched my struggles intently as the cameramen closely documented everything.
My tormentor lowered the bar further and returned to stand in front of me. Bending down, he picked up each foot with one hand and removed one book from the stack below it. I whined as I felt the pressure of the ever-widening dildo stretching me and once again tried to hold myself up. After watching me with clinical detachment for a few moments, he used both hands to pull and pinch at my nipples, the sharp pain making me gasp. He kept this up until my attempts to resist had failed and more of the dildo was buried in my ass. The winch turned again and he pulled another book from beneath either foot. I was once again on my tiptoes, shaking with the attempt to stay up, feeling the dildo go deeper as I weakened.
This time he decided to play with my cock, which had lost some of its rigidity. He tickled and stroked it until it was rock hard again and my feet were flat on the books. Methodically, he kept repeating the process as I whined and squealed, sweat now dripping off of me, a long string of precum starting to form a small puddle on the floor. Feeling like I was going to be split wide open, I looked at the TV and saw that half the dildo, the widest half, was still visible below my stretched-out asshole. The women watched, almost hypnotized by the spectacle, as I was impaled, my torment increased by the man’s teasing of my cock and balls.
I was a quivering, sweaty, whining, helpless mess as the final books were slowly removed, my asshole spread open more than I would have ever felt possible. Between that, the lingering pain of the whipping, and my throbbing tortured cock, I was completely lost in sensation and ready to pass out.
I could now feel the cold steel of the pipe across my ass. The TV showed, in closeup detail, that I had the entire foot of cock buried between my red-striped buttocks. The man stroked my cock almost to orgasm two more times and then turned to nod at Linda.
"OK, the master comes first," she said, getting up and taking the camera from the camera man.
Without a word, he went to his knees in front of the other man, zipped open the tight pants and began sucking the massive cock that popped out. Despite my frazzled state I couldn’t help but be fascinated to watch a guy suck another guy in person. The ladies, equally enthralled, had slid their hands into their pants and were now masturbating shamelessly.
After several minutes of enthusiastic head by the cameraman, my tormentor grabbed his head in both hands and groaned loudly. The cameraman gagged as the cock in his mouth spurted against the back of his throat. Despite his obvious attempts to swallow, come was soon dripping from his lips as the dominant man roughly fucked his face, his groans now mixed with the quieter sounds of some of the women also orgasming. When the cock was finally removed from his mouth, the cameraman grinned and licked his lips with an audible smacking sound.
My tormentor zipped up his pants and, with a final smack on my ass, left the room while the cameraman took his camera back from Linda, who headed to the bar with the other ladies. I was wondering if they were just going to leave me like this and whined rather piteously. Linda seemed to find the sound amusing as she poured glasses of champagne for each of her guests. Sipping their champagne, they all strolled slowly back to me. With giggles and lewd comments, they inspected my abused, impaled body closely.
"His ass is so stretched out, look at that."
"Can’t believe that all fit in there."
"The tip has got be like right there," my wife said, tapping my stomach above my belly button.
"And his cock is still so hard. I can’t believe he hasn’t come yet.
"What do you think would happen if we just left him like this?"
"Now you scared him. Look at his eyes."
"He’s still hard though."
Just when I began to believe that they really were going to just let me suffer, Linda took charge.
"Line up, ladies. We going to take turns. Each person gets three strokes of his cock, then the next person has to wait 30 seconds before taking their turn. Time yourself by the clock over there. Whoever makes him come wins tonight’s door prize. As the host, I’ll go last."
The others jostled briefly for position with my wife in the front and the cameraman taking position to record. I groaned with gratitude when she wrapped her hand around my desperately throbbing member. She gave it three quick firm strokes and then removed her hand. While I moaned desperately, the petite brunette waited her turn, staring at the clock, which I couldn’t see. Then she gave me three slow gentle strokes. Then it was the redhead’s turn, followed by the busty blonde and then the skinny blonde.
I had thought my torment was finally at an end but I was wrong. Despite my now desperate need to come, three strokes just weren’t enough and, frankly, the ladies seemed to be enjoying the delay of my release. Three firm strokes would get me right to the edge but the delay before the next three, especially if those were slow and gentle, was too much. After several rounds, I was a gasping, trembling mess, only held up by my wrist cuffs and the dildo buried in my ass.
After giving me three very slow gentle strokes Linda finally said, "OK, now four strokes each."
This increase only added to my agony, as the ladies continued to alternate firm and gentle jerks of my cock. When several rounds of four strokes failed to get me off, the count was increased to five, which got me repeatedly closer to the edge but failed to take me over.
"Now six," Linda said as my wife took her turn.
Six proved to be the magic number as, on the sixth stroke, I shuddered and came. The instant I did my wife rather treacherously let go of my cock. Despite the lack of contact, however, long thick spurts of come shot across the floor as I rocked against the cock in my ass and the ladies cheered enthusiastically. As my orgasm subsided, I felt faint and hung limply in my bonds.
Since I was no longer entertaining, they wandered over to the bar and the cameraman left the room. They took their time finishing the champagne, talking and laughing as if there wasn’t a naked tied up guy and come on the hardwood floor. When the party ended, Linda and my wife actually walked them all out, leaving me alone.
Surely my wife won’t just leave me like this all night, will she?
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