Chapter 17
He stood up. Looking down at my exhausted form and glassy eyed
expression, a thin smile played on his lips. He waited patiently for me to
catch my breath and regain my composure. When I was finally able to sit up on
the edge of the table, he opened his robe slowly. Though he must have been near
fifty, he sported a magnificent erection. Long and thick, the shaft curved
gently up from base to tip. A tight scrotum with balls to match his prick
competed the delectable picture.
I brightened to my task as he copied my earlier gesture and got down on
one knee, giving me a courtly bow. I stood up, still a little unsteady, and
motioned him to the saddle.
Looking at the implements, there was a wicked looking dildo that was
ridged like the one I had used the night before, only without the slots. I went
behind him and wasted no time, putting my tongue to his anal bud, I worked it
inside and fucked till he started to respond. Without taking my tongue away, I
slipped part of the dildo into my sopping cunt, then quickly replaced by tongue
with the tip of the dildo. Before his relaxed sphincter could react, I had the
first few inches buried up his bum.
I stood to get more leverage. His body tensed, but he made no sound as
I twisted and shoved, reaming the uneven shaft deeper and deeper into his tight
passage. When only three or four inches protruded from his ass I let go of it.
I went through the same ceremony with the strap, and after he kissed it
I started on his back, working my way down to his ass cheeks. His body would
tense, even quiver, as the blows landed, but the only sound he made was the
noise from suddenly expelling his breath. I aimed a few light blows at the end
of the dildo, but even these got little more than a harder jerk from his body.
When his back and ass were good and red, I had him turn around to lean
back over the saddle, thrusting his hips to pull his groin forward. I retrieved
a crop and two leather thongs. Taking a page from Beth's session with Jerry, I
tied one cord beneath the ridge of his cock head and put the end between his
teeth, stretching his shaft up his stomach while pulling his head down to his
chest. Then I took the other thong and wrapped it twice around the top of his
scrotum. Drawing it tight, I then wrapped the two loose ends behind the stub of
the dildo, brought them back around his scrotum, and interlaced them as though
starting to tie a shoelace. I started pulling the ends, finally getting a grunt
from his lips as his ball sack and the dildo drew closer together.
I could imagine he was feeling acute pain in both his asshole and balls,
and he was straining mightily by the time the cords were tied off with his
testicles mashed back against the dildo.
He suffered for a long time. Starting with sharp vertical blows to his
nipples, I soon switched to lashing slowly up and down the bottom side of his
ten inch cock. Because his balls were stretched back near his asshole, I took
special delight in snapping the tip of the crop against the root of his cock and
the scrotal skin that showed above the thong.
I was in a state of terrific arousal and could have enjoyed another hour
of torturing his cock, but mindful of the audience, I dropped the whip and
released the cords. Fondling his sore balls in one hand, I jacked his rigid
pole with the other, then went down to take him deep in my mouth.
It took only moments for me to feel his orgasm building. I let go of
his balls, and as I continued on his cock with my hand and mouth, I reached back
and twisted the dildo, pulling hard to slide it out of his ass. He gasped and
started moaning as the dildo came grinding out. Feeling his contractions
starting, I pulled my head away to give the audience a fireworks display. For
an older guy, he put on one hell of a performance, shooting his first semen
clear off the stage. I jacked him of hard until the last oozing discharge ran
down to my hand.
