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RATTLED BASIL Hell Nite2
There seemed to be a lot of scrotum in Basil’s slippery, lipsticked mouth. God how do women do it? Basil wondered. What could make them suck this disgusting part of a man’s anatomy?
What a day it had been! Going to a faculty party where Basil had been assaulted by a transsexual secretary in the bathroom; then coming home to serve Lucinda and her young lover Hugh, first as waitress in apron and make-up, and now being forced to lick Hugh's balls to make him more erect! It was horrible.
Because of course Lindy was multi orgasmic. She was spoiled, because she'd trained Basil to fuck her again and again without being allowed to cum, bringing her to countless orgasms, and also he made her cum continuously with his tongue between her legs. Hugh had no such strictures against cumming, and after he'd cum a number of times in Lindy's twat, he'd needed Basil's mouth to keep him hard to keep going on.
This was a new low for poor Basil. He'd had to endure Lindy's motel bills, and watching her surreptitiously passing her cell number to cute waiters and bartenders. Basil had watched with streaming eyes as Lindy had once sunbathed topless in a public park, and had allowed a 19 year old Boy Scout to apply tan oil to her nipples. "Don't my nipples look grand when they are tanned, Chester?"
Then Lindy had instructed the scouts to strip Basil naked and tie him to a tree where he’d endured mosquitoes, hornets, and chiggers as Lucinda had taken the boys into the back of the forest for a rather extensive gang-bang.
Basil had blushed and fumed as he’d heard his wife’s screams of ecstasy as the Scouts had taken turns with her…how ghastly it had been!
The year before, Lindy had volunteered to man the Kissing Booth to raise money for the local orphanage...and she'd put bright pink lipstick on, and given at least two hundred young men deep tongue kisses...better than she'd ever serviced Basil with!
And then of course she'd left Basil to take the booth down as she'd gone with two or three of the kissees, who were lousy with Lindy's hickeys, for "A few beers"
Most recently of course had been when Basil had been humiliated and forced to service many other slaves at the Sacher-Masoch Convention, and that had been the low point of his life, Basil thought…but Lindy knew how to bring things lower and lower!
Basil contemplated it all as Hugh’s ball sack bounced in and out of Basil’s working jaws. What a position! Basil crouched behind his own wife and Hugh, her young lover. And being forced to suck Hugh’s balls as he banged Lindy, again and again. Basil’s neck was in acute pain from having to go up and down as Hugh’s groin was at work.
“You know you were right, Lucinda.” Panted Hugh as he labored excitedly above Basil’s beautiful, squirming, orgasmic wife. “Having your husband service my nuts does make my dick more erect for fucking you. I hope it doesn’t mean I’m queer.” Basil snorted silently, running his tongue around the scrotum energetically.
Lindy laughed and took her cane from the side of the bed and leaned over Hugh’s back, whacking Basil on the ass. “Suck Hugh’s balls faster, Basil, you freak.” Lindy gave Hugh a big kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth thoroughly. Basil was disgusted, but he wasn’t sure at who more…the couple cuckolding him, or Basil himself?
What kind of hellish decision was this? Here Basil had to keep opening his mouth and making his chin go up and down as Hugh’s testicles swelled further. Basil’s dick was getting dangerously close to cumming also, as it was being pushed against the soft bedclothes as Basil’s body went up and down following his scrotum-stuffed head.
“Miss Lindy” Basil squealed as he released Hugh’s ball sack. “I am getting too much friction with my penis, and I’m afraid I[‘m going to cum against my will here.” Lucinda looked up. “Oh, honey, what an interesting problem.” Lindy climbed out of the bed, abstractedly kissing Hugh on the cheek.
“What-what’s wrong?” Hugh asked, wondering why his sexual experience was being interrupted. “Well, darling Basil is worried he’s going to make a mess on the sheets, the same kind that you are going to eventually make in my cunt.” Lindy laughed.
“You have to understand, Basil is so excited about having your balls in his mouth, Huey.” That isn’t the problem, you bitch, Basil thought resentfully. It’s just the friction against the sheets and nine months without cumming, for God’s sake. Basil was unaware still of Lindy’s affair with the local CVS pharmacist, and how she had been crushing leftover Viagra and Cialis in Basil’s coffee for some time.
Lindy came over to where Basil was lying and rolled him over, playing with his tumescent cock as her breasts perkily bounced in the black lace bra. Lindy’s red nails tickled Basil’s frenum and Basil’s hips wiggled about. Lindy tickled and tugged at Basil’s growing erection as he obediently kept his hands under him.
She had a rare talent, Basil thought as he felt the wonderment of her long, slim manicured fingers tracing little circles all over his swelling weapon. It was so different than when Basil masturbated with his clumsy Fred Flintstone fingers.
Lindy seemed to know what Basil needed, and she wasn’t hesitant to give it to him, but Basil could see that she was pissed off, too. “Jesus, this is MY time, Basil.” Lucinda said, as her long tapered fingers foxtrotted across Basil’s bulging organ.
Lindy pulled his glans, gently twisting it back and forth as Basil grew more and more excited. With Lindy’s other hand, she stroked and tickled Basil’s own scrotal sack, running her thumb over where she’d shaved him two weeks before.
“But this is supposed to be my fun experience having sex with this beautiful young man instead of you and your Piglet body.” Lindy said between her teeth. Lindy’s long nails pinched Basil’s cockhead slightly, and he shrieked. Oh, how she could turn on a guy, Basil thought resentfully.
“But see, I have to stop getting the shtupping of a lifetime because you are worried YOU might have an accident.” Basil had to work to keep his hands behind his back, as he was dying to grab his cock now and jerk it off, or grab Lindy and fuck her hard in spite of their Mistress-slave relationship.
Lindy’s nails tickled Basil’s shaft energetically as she continued her tirade, her voice becoming gradually louder. “You just can’t control yourself, it’s so clear.” Lindy said, enraged.
“Lindy honey, I just—“ Basil was torn between his apologies to Lucinda and the fact that he really had to cum, twice as badly as before. Lindy was smiling in kind of a bitter way as she continued to stroke Basil.
Hugh was astonished at how Lucinda could detatch her rage from the excellent handjob she was giving her husband. As Hugh watched, Lindy stopped pulling Basil’s penis and grabbed her cane again. WHACK! WHACK WHACK came the cane down on Basil’s hard penis.
“DO YOU LIKE THAT STIMULATION, ASSHOLE?” Lindy screamed as she slammed the cane again and again across Basil’s dick and balls. “Now you want to interrupt my fucking with your sexual urges, pipsqueak?” WHACK WHACK THWACK CRACK!
Blinded with pain, Basil tried to cover his penis with his hands, but Lindy’s cane was too fast. THWACK! “Dickhead! Let’s control your dickhead, Dickhead!” THWACK CRACK WHACK! Again and again the cane slashed poor Basil’s organ.
“You see Hugh (WHACK) what I (WHACK) have to (WHACK WHACK) put up with(WHACK WHACK) from this gelding scumbag?” Lindy screeched and swung and Basil howled with pain and fear.
Again and again the vicious cane came down on Basil’s penis, landing until the cock was small and limp once again. Basil was sobbing. “Your mascara is streaking.” Lindy said critically, and tossed the cane to the floor. “You think maybe you can control yourself, Basil? Your dick seems to be quiet now, why don’t you suck those balls of Hugh’s again, all right?”
“Are you ready to go again, honey?” Lucinda asked Hugh in her bedroom voice. “Your wee-wee looks a little deflated, and I didn’t even hit it.”
“Uh, well I was kind of put off by your beating poor Basil’s dick.”Hugh said hesitantly. He worried that Lucinda might think he was some sort of wimp.
“If you thought that was revolting, you should see Basil beating his own dick, ha haha.” Lindy began laughing at her joke. “Well, it’s not my fault you got put off, Hugh and so—“ Lindy leaned over, gently pushing Hugh on his back. “Basil, you’re going to have to take care of this little problem.”
Basil looked up from his tears. “Eh?” Basil’s eyes widened in horror as he realized Lindy was pointing at Hugh’s cock. Earlier in the evening, at the faculty party that Basil had taken Lindy to, a transsexual named Coral had made Basil suck his/her/its dick in the bathroom, and that had been more than enough.
“I don’t think so, Lucinda.” Basil said firmly. “Holding Hugh’s scrotum in my mouth was bad enough, and I’m going to bed, this is getting rather ridiculous.” Basil realized that this kinky nonsense was not as important as affirming his opinion, really.
Lindy smiled. “Oh, it’s so good for us to see your manly side…you’re going to boss us around, eh? I feel awed by you. Of course you’re right, I’ve been much too demanding haven’t I, what a man you are.”
Basil smiled reassuringly. The old girl got it. This is what she needed, a little machismo. “No, no, it’s just that this playtime is over. The party was difficult, but I’ve given in to your desire to openly sleep with other men, and you’ve had quite enough for tonight, eh? You should probably go home now, Hugh. My wife and I are going to bed.”
Lindy winked at Hugh. “Yes, Hugh, my manly husband, the British he-man, is asserting himself now. Or has he? Basil when you said you were going to bed you stepped back into your red pumps, the ones you ordered from Tranny Warehouse. Does a real man do that?”
Basil looked down and blushed. Indeed he had climbed back into his heels, the ones he’d donned to be the slave tonight. His head told him he was to be aggressive, but unconsciously, he had found his heels and gotten back in them. Lindy laughed at Basil’s red face.
“Yeah, you told us like it is, and then you get back in your fairy shoes like the closet queen you really are!” Lindy reached down and picked up her trusty cane, swinging it in the air. As it whistled, Basil began shaking, which, pitifully, wasn’t manly either. But as Lindy advanced upon him, he realized it wasn’t going to be a problem…Lindy had won.
WHACK WHACK THWACK The cane hit Basil on the shoulder and in the chest, and Basil backed off. Lindy thwacked Basil on his chin, and Basil covered his face with his hands. “You rouge doll, you crossdressing fairy you!” shouted Lindy, and the cane came again.
Suddenly Lindy slashed Basil’s knee and he tripped over his heels, and Lindy began landing multiple cuts on his bare buttocks and thighs. SLASH WHACK THWACK CRACK “You are the joke of a lifetime WHACK WHACK SLASH Basil, you think you can assert yourself after WHACK THWACK SNAP parading around here in your makeup and high CRACK WHACK THWACK heels.”
Lindy took a break and actually blew on her cane as her husband cringed and wept. “Honey, you can’t turn a pickle back into a cucumber. You have no business being Sergeant Rock now that you’ve spent so much time being Tinkerbell, you know?”
Hugh was in hysterics at Lindy’s analogy, and Basil was just a wreck. “Lindy-Lindy it’s just a BDSM game, like we said when we were first married. I am asserting my limits, my safeword. It’s not fun for me—“ And back Lindy came.
Lindy threw Basil flat on the floor again and whipped him until her arm was exhausted. Then, as Hugh watched, openmouthed, Lindy snapped her fingers in a sort of code, and Basil obediently got up and went to the dresser and brought out a strap-on dildo, which he locked around his wife’s slender waist.
Basil picked up a jar of cold cream and his eyes were pleading. “No dice, Tinkerbell…no lube tonight” Lindy pointed to the bed with a long nail and Basil, now weeping openly, went and bent over standing on the ground and putting his hands on the bed as Lindy came up and shoved the two foot black dildo into Basil’s rectum.
As Lindy pushed in and out, and Basil squealed in pain, she said to Hugh, “I started with a little tiny dildo back in 1997? Like six inches, and he couldn’t take a foot long until…actually September twelfth of oh-one.”
Lindy shoved the huge dildo in faster and faster. We were watching Peter Jennings repeat himself and all the footage of the Twin Towers, and sodomizing Basil was the only way he could stay still to watch it. It’s a pity.” Lindy smirked. “He’s had this two-footer for a few months now, since Katrina. It’s his news coverage Prozac machine.”
After Lucinda had been slamming the dildo up Basil’s butt for about ten minutes, she pulled it out and, as Hugh gagged, Lindy made Basil lick his shit off the dildo while kneeling, as if he were simulating a blow job. “So this proves that he can give head, Hugh, don’t you see?” Lindy pulled the dildo out of Basil’s mouth.
Hugh gaped as Lindy slapped the dildo back and forth across Basil’s face as if she were a male porn star showing off his dick. “You know you love it baby yes you do. Now get down on the floor and show Master Hugh your pathetic little bottom.”
Basil got down on his knees. “Now look at the big man, Hugh, who was ordering us around half an hour ago.” Lindy said with satisfaction. Hugh leaned over to look, and as Huck Finn might say, “It warn’t pretty.”
There were dozens of red weals and long thin marks up and down Basil’s buttocks and upper thighs, and Hugh could see the huge hole in Basil’s rectum, where Lindy had just pulled out.
Basil was sobbing in humiliation now, kicking his high heels looking like a toddler in dress-up having a tantrum, and Hugh had to laugh again. “Yes,” Lindy said, deadpan. “Here’s our Clint Eastwood, our Dirty Harry Callahan in makeup and heels and we’re sooo terrified that he’s mad.” Lindy lashed Basil sharply between the shoulders.
“Now I ordered you to suck Master Hugh’s cock earlier, and you gave me a lot of lip. You’ve been punished. Are you going to refresh your hot pink lip gloss and suck Master Hugh’s wee-wee so he can fuck me, or am I going to have to hit you some more?”
Basil rose wearily and in a moment had taken Hugh’s penis in his mouth. This was it, brother. Basil recalled once in a university bull session talking about how hard it must be to submit to sucking some other guys dick in prison, and then eventually learning to like it.
Well, several times Basil had been given this splendid opportunity in real life, and Basil wondered whether he would grow to like it. Basil was not an expert cocksucker, though he’d had these not-so-pleasant training experiences in the last few months to teach him this unmanly art.
Hugh’s penis was growing slowly in Basil’s mouth, only because Lindy was tongue kissing Hugh, and encouraging the young man to fondle her beautiful breasts, a privilege rarely granted to poor Basil.
But Lindy was impatient, and she hopped off Hugh’s lap, lifting her cane up. “I want you to suck Hugh harder and faster, and use some enthusiasm. God knows I did it for you in the old days” She landed the cane across Basil’s shoulders angrily.
Lindy then turned to Hugh and did a terrible imitation of Basil’s accent. “Kont you lick it a bit, luv, suck the helmet veddy hod old gel, that’s what we called the tip of the Willy at Harrow, yaaas lick it it makes me a bit lively yaas wathah lively mah deah. Yeuh do it wizardly you know.”
In spite of himself, Hugh laughed and laughed. “God you’re a riot, Lin. You sound just like Basil.”
Lindy returned to her own American accent. “Your cocksucking, Basil isn’t even as good as my first time at having Bernie Fishbein’s dick in my mouth behind the Burger Chef in 8th grade.” Hugh thought this was even funnier.
“So I want you to do some expert cocksucking Basil, or you’ll get it from Miss Cane, you hear?” Lindy swung the cane in a vicious arc and smashed it against Basil’s asscheeks, causing her husband to scream, cough and choke around Hugh’s penis.
“Lick the tip of Hugh’s cock like it was an ice cream cone.” Lindy ordered at the top of her voice. WHACK! Lucinda punctuated her order with a swing of the cane, and Basil began hurriedly running his tongue over Hugh’s glans, trying to pretend it was a peppermint ice cream cone from Howard Johnsons, instead of UGH another man’s cock
Another problem was that Hugh had not bathed recently, and there was quite a stench coming from his balls. Basil worked hard trying to keep from smelling this, but it felt as if he’d put his head in the headquarters of a long since closed tuna cannery.
Basil licked hurriedly, trying to recall how the girls did it in the “Dr. Fellatio” and “Shut up and Blow Me” films. He wasn’t doing too well, though, and Lindy began giving him instruction, accompanied by whacks from the cane.
“That’s no good WHACK! Lick and WHACK! kiss around WHACK! Hugh’s dick, slowly, WHACK! make it feel WHACK! good you asshole! WHACK! WHACK! Bite his inner thighs, WHACK! not like a chipmunk, WHACK! try to WHACK! tease him. It’s hard because WHACK! you are so WHACK! repulsive but at WHACK! least you can try!
As Basil ducked miserably, the cane slashed him again and again, and he wondered if he might go insane trying to get Hugh hard. It seemed almost ridiculous that the man could be aroused by an overweight transvestite like Basil, but who knew?
“That’s right WHACK! kiss up the WHACK! shaft to his WHACK! glans, and then tickle the WHOLE HEAD with your tongue. Maybe we could get you WHACK! you to lick peanut WHACK! butter off Hugh’s WHACK! dick. You don’t WHACK! like that, WHACK! asshole? WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Deep WHACK! throat him, just ignore WHACK! your goddam WHACK! gag reflex, and take WHACK! it in open up. Don’t WHACK! use teeth WHACK! on his dick.”
Finally Hugh’s penis was rock hard again, and Lucinda graciously allowed Basil to go to the kitchen and make himself and them, cold lemonade with vodka. After this, Basil resumed his place on the bed, taking Hugh’s balls in his mouth as Hugh began pounding Lindy into the mattress once more.
But, sure enough, Basil’s erection problem began again, as his cock was rubbing against the softness of the sheets. Basil tried so hard to keep from interrupting the lovers, but his cock was so damned full of semen (and Viagra, though he didn’t know it).
Basil tried everything. He closed his eyes so as not to see the two fucking, and tried to remember all the British Monarchs. This worked for a bit as he ran through the House of Wessex (who started in 802 a.d.) through the Stuarts, but then Basil became distracted during the Houses of Brunswick through to the Windsors, when he began fantasizing about the Queen Mum giving him a spanking.
At some point, his erection was just too much, and he pulled his mouth off Hugh’s balls, startling Hugh. “I think I’m too horny again, Lindy. I’m truly sorry.” When Basil interrupted them once more, Lindy became incredibly annoyed.
“This is so inappropriate, Basil” Lindy said with her little fists balled up. (Both Basil and Hugh thought Lindy looked incredibly cute this way.)
“I am so sick of these attention getting devices.” Lindy shook her head. “Perhaps I should try aversion therapy.” Lucinda turned to Hugh. “You told me that you worked as an electrician in college, right?”
“I worked for an electrician” Hugh said, smiling. “Well, I want you to splice the cord from the bedside lamp, just unplug it and cut it with the sewing shears you’ll see in the night table drawer. Basil, go get Hugh my rubber gardening gloves, go ahead! Yes, now put them on, Hugh.”
Basil wondered how things had gotten so terrible that his cock and balls were going to be given the electrocution treatment…but Rattled as Basil was, he knew he could live no other way!
THE END
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