As Lindy moved her crotch around, trying to get her young lover, Hugh to stick his dick in her harder, she noticed a little face peeking in the door. “Oh, you bad boy, Basil…are you being nosy?” Lindy smiled at the chubby husband of hers, wearing blue eye shadow and an apron.
Basil sighed. It had been quite an evening. Basil and Lucinda had had a big fight earlier in the week, because he was weary of her bringing lovers home in front of him. So Lindy had cut off the affection, and had barely consented to go to a party with Basil earlier in the evening.
The party had been very difficult for Basil..first because Lindy flirted with all these men there, and secondly because Basil had been robbed by the host’s college kid and her pals, and then assaulted and forced to service a Coral, a transsexual in the host’s bathroom.
Finally Basil had come up to Lindy and told her she could do as she liked, as long as she forgave him for being so judgmental. Lindy had taken Basil at his word, and they’d gone home with Hugh Munby, a hot young instructor at Basil’s college.
Lindy had fucked Munby four ways from Sunday, and now Hugh’s cock was somewhat depleted. Lucinda was not pleased with this development. “What can we do to get you going again, baby?” she asked Hugh, who was looking a little disappointed himself.
He’d cum twice in Lindy’s mouth and three times in her twat and once in her ass, and that was quite good for a twenty-five year old. “See, this is why I don’t let Basil cum much…so he’s always energetic.” Lindy said.
“Look at him, there in the doorway. He’s playing with himself, but he hasn’t spurted since November.” Hugh squinted at Basil, who was rubbing his thick dong up and down. “November?” Hugh said. “My God, and this is August.”
“Basil take off that silly apron and come over here…” Lindy smiled and crooked a long red nail. Basil wobbled over on his high heels. It was strange
Lindy hand’t ordered Bsail to dress this way, all she’d done was insist that she had to have her sexual freedom in her own house.
But as soon as Basil had really accepted that Lindy was going to be fucking another man in his house and lying with the guy in his marriage bed, Basil had undergone a peculiar transformation.
Right after they’d gotten home, and Basil had put Hugh’s coat away, he’d gone to his room, and stripped and dressed in high heels and an apron, and rouge, lipstick and Seventies light blue eyeshadow. (Basil had shaved of course, so he wouldn’t look too ludicrous with the makeup on.)
Then Basil had stepped into the kitchen on his spike heels and prepared champagne and a snack for Hugh and Lindy, which they’d eaten in the living room between intermingled kisses and lots of groping.
It was amazing how quickly Basil had accepted his role and he’d seemed to feel entirely content watching this thing going on with his wife and her lover.
It was almost as if Basil was Lindy’s adoring younger brother, possibly gay, and trying to give her a good time with this hot guy. The jealousy seemed to be gone.
Basil’s cock was still hard, indeed harder than ever, watching his wife with another man…watching Hugh caressing Lindy’s breasts, softly kissing her mouth, and God, how Lindy played with Hugh…much more gently than she ever played with Basil!
Usually, when Basil and Lindy were on the bed, either Basil was fucking Lindy, without being allowed to cum, or spending hours between her legs, licking away. When they lay side by side together, generally Basil’s hands were behind his back, and Lindy was teasing..
Lucinda had fingers that knew the texture and complete map of the sensitive nerves on Basil’s penis, and it was absolutely hopeless when she got started, because she’d have Basil begging and crying to cum like he never did when he jerked off alone.
Now Basil cowered, his erection tenting the little apron in front of Hugh and Lucinda on the bed. Lindy was stroking Hugh’s manly chest, and she was talking softly to Basil. “I know it must be a hard one tonight, darling. And to think of Coral, the transsexual at the party.”
Basil blushed. How had Lindy heard of that? It was so hopeless keeping anything from her. “But you know you’re my sweet little slaveboy.” Lucinda said, smiling, and Basil’s heart rolled over as it had when she first met him.
Hugh was puzzled. “I just don’t get it, Lindy. Sure it’s great that you and Professor Naples—“
Lindy chuckled. “Call him Basil for God’s sake, Hugh. You’re fucking his woman, and he’s watching you while wearing makeup and heels. How long can the respectful younger employee persona survive?”
Basil hung his head miserably. How he hoped this wouldn’t get around the college…
“Well, anyhow, Lindy.” Hugh said. “You and Basil have an open marriage, and that’s fine, but why won’t you give him any loving. The guy looks starved for sex.”
Hugh looked critically at Basil’s stiff, purplish cock. It did look rather neglected.
Lindy leaned back and both men looked at her full breasts through the pink teddy hungrily. “Well, first we don’t have an open marriage, silly.” Lindy stretched, and her boobs bounced. “If Basil fooled around I’d cut his nuts off.”
Lindy giggled, thinking of it. “I might do it anyway. Maybe I could use his testicles for earrings.” Basil started quivering and Hugh and Lindy laughed outright, looking at the panicked tranny boy.
But as Lucinda laughed, Basil smiled, and thought about how, despite her evil sense of humor, Lindy was so beautiful. God, with her ash blond hair and the cute little nightie. Oh, it drives me crazy, he thought.
Basil was so horny for Lindy. He had been cut off from her embraces and caresses for eight days now, and had had to spend a good deal of time just pleasuring himself alone in the bathroom, going through Lindy’s scented panties in the laundry, and sniffing and pulling.
And of course not cumming. Although Lindy had told him earlier in the week that he could cum if he liked because she was through with him for a while, Basil had hoped for a reconciliation, which had happened earlier this evening, and he was fully programmed not to cum until he was allowed to.
Hugh, not understanding, was still pressing Basil’s case. “Okay, you’re the dominant one. I’ve read about that. And you and Basil are content having you be the one who gets to fool around, but why won’t you fuck the poor guy once in a while, and let him cum…clean his pipes?”
Exasperated, Hugh pointed at Basil’s cock. “Look at his junk. Man it’s blue.”
Lindy looked at Basil’s cock and balls, and indeed they were a bit blue. Basil’s testicles were cock full of the backed up cum of three quarters of a year. His scrotum was swollen almost dangerously, as if he had a rubber band cutting off the blood.
And, Basil’s cock was huge and stiff, and somewhat purplish. “That’s unnatural” Hugh persisted. “Let Basil fuck you now, Lindy. I mean you’re complaining because you want me to fuck you again, and I’ve fucked you five or six times already.
I’m exhausted. From what you’ve said, poor Basil hasn’t fucked you in nine months. He made us this great food and drink, and waited on us hand and foot, so why can’t you give him a little pleasure?” Hugh looked earnestly at Lindy. “Let him fuck you for once.”
At this, both Basil and Lindy laughed. “No, no, Huey.” Lindy said smiling. “Basil hasn’t been allowed to orgasm in my pussy in almost five years. I make him fuck me until I cum over and over again—and you’ve seen how often that happens—and then when I’m done, he pulls out. He just holds back.”
Hugh was astonished. “Man, but you have such a tight pussy, Lindy—I couldn’t help cumming, and I don’t cum easily.”
“Well, Basil’s been trained to hold back” Lindy said cheerfully. “I think Basil had his last accident what, about three years ago? He had been sliding in and out of me, and he came accidentally-on-purpose, and I used the steam iron to punish his cock that time.
You can see the red scar on his cock head. No, Basil and I fuck frantically, and constantly. HE fucks me as many times as I want to cum, and holds back every time. Then Basil gives me a nice massage and I go to sleep and Basil takes a cold shower.”
As Lindy said this, she reached out and idly stroked Basil’s purple erection. Basil moaned as Lindy’s limber fingers wandered up and down his stiff, long denied shaft.
“God, you’re good at the hand jobs, Lindy” Hugh said, admiring. “And I’m ambidextrous.” Lindy said, taking Hugh’s cock in her other hand, and stroking both men’s cocks at the same time.
“Basil’s not been allowed to jerk off to cum in nine months and before that Basil had shorter periods of abstinence.” Lindy’s fingers tickled Basil’s frenum, and her other hand pulled Hugh’s cock until it was quite hard.
In spite of Hugh’s having sapped his semen six times, he was beginning to get quite hard. Lindy knew her way around the business end of a dick, Hugh thought.
As Lindy stroked Basil’s cock, Basil willed himself not to cum, as always. It was actually easier now than in the early days of this nine month stretch. But what if she gave him permission? Oh, then he could cum, and into her lovely hand, as well.
And she was playing with Hugh’s dick too, and she was sure to make her young lover squirt. Possibly Lindy was going to make some sort of ironic statement by letting them both cum at the same time.
Ironic, right? Hugh, who had just cum six times, and Basil who had been celibate since last fall. Though Lindy wasn’t bright enough to understand irony…but you never knew.
This might be the big one, the big orgasm, though Lindy didn’t usually like the gook on her delicate little hands. Certainly, she teased Basil constantly—tied to the hassock, on the couch, on the picnic table outside, while they were driving, but generally as soon as the precum began to squirt, his fastidious wife took her hand away.
No, on the rare occasions that Basil was allowed to cum, it was generally while he was kneeling in front of a dish, and he had to get the semen into the dish (or a full ashtray) or there would be hell to pay.
Once, after an extended period of chastity, Lindy had ordered Basil to jack off standing up, and she put a tiny shot glass four feet away from him.
“Now every dribble of cum that doesn’t make it into the shot is going to be licked up by you.” Lindy had said. “And it will be one month of chastity for every drop, and I define the drop—and ten whacks from my horsewhip, kiddo.”
This of course had taken all the joy out of the orgasm for Basil, and of course not one drop had made it into the shot glass. And that had resulted in months of chastity and a horrible horsewhipping.
But now, as Lindy’s beautiful tapered fingers trailed across Basil’s burgeoning shaft, and she alternately toyed with Hugh’s erection on the other side, Basil thought things might get better…and she might let him cum!
Hugh was distracted, asking nosy questions about their marriage.
“But it wasn’t always this way, was it?” Hugh asked “You must have had a point when you got Basil into this state…it’s weird, Lindy.
“How was it at first? I barely remember” Lindy said. “Back in 1997 when we were still fucking the normal way, and I gave Basil blowjobs and things were boring…until Basil told me all about his chastity fantasies and showed me his porn and websites.”
Lindy pumped both men’s penises harder as she recalled the olden days. “ At first I was giving Basil light spankings and letting him do a lot of the housework while I watched him and hit him with riding crops, and then…what happened?
Oh yes. Then when we’d fuck, I wouldn’t let Basil cum til the third time in an evening, and that was really hard for him.”
Hugh moaned and bit his tongue as Lindy rubbed his cock harder and faster, and Basil’s eyes looked glazed as Lindy played with his engorged dick for the first time in a week since she’d been so angry. It felt good, but of course frustrating.
“And then I stopped letting Basil cum in me, and quit blowing him, which he missed because I have a wicked set of lips.” Lindy said, with a mischevious look in her eyes. Basil and Hugh were barely listening, as Lindy’s fingers were doing such a job on their penises.
“Then I’d trade things…he could jerk off if he bought me perfume, he could jerk off if he cleaned the kitchen…and then I realized that I could just take over the bank account, and order Basil to do all that stuff, and still restrict his orgasms…and so I just did that.”
Lindy jerked both dicks like they were joysticks, and continued her fascinating story.
“And I embarrassed Basil…having him jerk off in front of my girlfriends, that was funny…whenever I thought of something new to do to him, I’d just throw it in, you know?” Lindy’s hands were busily dancing on the cocks, and it was getting quite enthralling.
“But then I was telling Basil that he could jerk off after I’d fucked him, but not every night, and then it was every three days I’d let him jerk off.
And boy, did Basil bitch about that, even more than he bitches now about not having cum in eight and a half months. But maybe Basil has forgotten about how good an orgasm feels, right?
And then I manded that he could only cum once a week, and I’d catch Basil cheating by jerking off into handkerchiefs, and I’d burn his Hustler and Playboy magazines and whip his ass and his dick with the razor strop you saw on the nail in the kitchen.”
“You beat his dick?” Hugh managed to ask between pants as Lindy’s hand was making his dick feel as if indeed, HE hadn’t cum in nine months. “But what if you hit Basil’s balls by accident? You might—oooh—ooh!”
Hugh suddenly came in spurts into Lindys hand, and she took it away, and Hugh watched through his orgasmic relief as she made Basil lick Hugh’s semen off her fingers. “Do you want to cum, too, Basil?” Lindy asked sweetly, as her fingers pulled Basil’s dick just a little more. “I know you’re ready, but you’ve been holding back.”
Basil gasped. “Yes, Miss Lucinda, I’d like to cum, as you let Hugh cum.” Lindy laughed and took her hand away from Basil’s cock, and slapped Basil on the cheek.
“Life’s unfair, Basil.” Lindy laughed, and Basil began weeping softly, realizing his turn to cum had not come, so to speak.
“What were you asking me, Hugh? That I should be afraid that I’d hit Basil’s balls when I’d whip his cock with the razor strop for masturbating without permission?” she asked.
Lindy reared back. “Basil go to the kitchen and get the razor strop. I want to show your Uncle Hugh something.”
Basil was alarmed. His fear of the razor strop was worse than his indignation that Lindy would refer to her young pup of a lover as “Uncle” Hugh.
“The razor strop? Please, Lindy, I’ve done nothing wrong, dearest.” Basil protested. “P-please don’t make me get the razor strop.” His cock was wilting now, in spite of itself.
Lindy looked steelily at her husband. “Basil after you behaved abominably all week with that nonsense about your home being your castle, you’ve finally started acting like a human being.”
Lindy looked severe.” Now I hope you meant what you said about being my obedient vassal and this being my castle.”
Fearfully, Basil stomped his foot. “Buh-but it hurts…”
Lindy sat up straight, her full breasts jutting out of the filmy teddy. “Basil Naples if I have to go and get the strop myself…”
“No, no” Basil clicked out of the room hurriedly on his high heels and Hugh had to laugh.
“You sure have him well trained.” Lindy smiled grimly.
“Well, it’s been work” she said. “That sort of disobedience won’t be tolerated.”
Hugh smiled, but a bit uneasily. This woman was serious!
Finally Basil came back with the razor strop, and as Lindy crooked her finger, he stood closer to the bed, with his hands behind his back, and his erect, purple cock close to the bed.
Lindy smiled at Hugh. “Now watch this…you think that the male testicles are that tender?” Lifting the razor strop, Lindy swung WHACK! WHACK! SLACK!
The strop slashed Basil’s hard penis five or six times and as Basil began dancing, never taking his hands out from behind his back, Lindy lifted Basil’s hard cock up and slapped his balls with the strop eight or ten times.
Finally Basil dropped to his knees and covered his cock and balls and cried bitterly.
“But he’s still alive, right?” Lindy said to Hugh, laughing. “To finish the story, for a good year, Basil could cum once a week, and then I moved it to once a month, and then once every two months, and then just occasionally.
You know, the kid who gets spending money now and then as opposed to the kid who gets an expected allowance. “Lindy finished, watching Basil get up.
“Now Basil’s done two six month stints between orgasms, and then this last time, I’ve just not seen any reason to let him cum just now. He’s really better for it.” Lindy smiled at Hugh. “Unlike you, he can fuck me ten times without wearing out…”
Lindy idly played with Basil’s cock again until it was beginning to stiffen, before she took a wooden ruler off the night table. “See, a penis can take any kind of punishment, you’d be so surprised.” WHACK WHACK WHACK! The ruler came down three times hard on Basil’s newly hard cock, and he stood grimacing, his hands behind his back.
Could he stand up to the punishment? Basil knew that that was what Lindy wanted—to show Hugh what a successful submissive she’d trained. There were more blows on the penis, and Basil tried to ignore them, tried to remain rock hard…oh…
Finally Lindy stopped hitting Basil’s cock. “What a good boy. You’ll get an orgasm yet..maybe not tonight, but soon enough.” Lindy crooned. Basil smiled, as tears smeared his makeup. It had really hurt.
Hugh looked quite sympathetic, but Basil noticed through his bleary eyes that Hugh was also somewhat aroused. Good God, was the man going to join Lucinda as Basil’s Master?
“But anyway, I want you to fuck me again, Hugh, and I know you’re limp from seven orgasms…but I think I have a way.” Lindy smiled and snapped her fingers at Basil before either man could speak.
“Basil, honey, why don’t you come in here and suck Hugh’s balls while he fucks me to make him more enthusiastic.” Lindy crooned. “Do this for Mamma.”
Basil stared at Hugh, and at his balls. Hugh seemed to consider, and then his support of Basil was gone. “Yeah…get to it, Basil.”
Basil climbed upon the bed as Hugh mounted Lindy, and took Hugh’s scrotum in his lipsticked mouth, moving his head as Hugh’s hips went up and down over Basil’s wife…and it was another night of the trashing of poor Basil!
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
SPASTIC BASIL Hell Nite3
“Just handle the cord carefully, Hugh boy.” Lucinda, Basil’s
gorgeous, plotting wife said to her lover. Lucinda smiled at her slave husband
who was standing in trepidation, wondering what was about to happen to him.
Lindy shook her boobs through her black bra at Basil and turned to watch Hugh,
who was in charge of the Wires.
Basil was quite wary, and feeling sapped. After attending a
party where he’d been assaulted by a transsexual secretary, Basil had been
coerced into going back with his wife and Hugh to their house where he was
supposed to service Hugh’s testicles while Hugh fucked Basil’s wife, Lindy.
But, Basil got too
excited and was about to cum. Lucinda tried caning Basil’s cock to calm it
down, as Basil was a chastity slave, and now was trying “aversion therapy” of
an electrical nature. Now, Hugh was gamely holding a flickering sparky cut off
lamp cord in Lindy’s rubber gardening gloves.
Lucinda was trying to seduce Basil a bit, apparently to get
him erect again so they could work the “aversion” part. Then, hopefully Basil
would remain limp for the evening while he serviced Hugh some more, and Hugh
finished fucking Lucinda. Basil looked nervously at the wires in Hugh’s hand
and wondered if convicts awaiting the electric chair experienced the same
anxiety that Basil was feeling right now.
Lindy had done so many harsh things to poor Basil’s dick
over the years. She’d stubbed out her Pall Malls on it, adorned it with
clothespins and mousetraps, and beaten it with car ariels and broomsticks. Once
she’d stuck it in a glass of ice, and tied it on Basil til he almost had
cock-frostbite.
She’d attached barbells to Basil’s genitals, made him use
his penis as a towel rack, beating him when he went limp and the towel fell to the
floor. She’d stomped Basil’s penis with cowboy boots, and run knitting needles
through his glans. It was actually a miracle that Basil’s dick hadn’t fallen
off!
It seemed as if the more that was done to Basil’s cock, the
more it would take…as if it was just waiting for the time that it could
explode, and wasn’t going to let anything get it down, as if the penis was some
sort of worn out Nelson Mandela imprisoned freedom fighter, or something.
Basil’s penis was just awaiting the day the seeds could shoot
out,and it was going to be hopefully soon, but it really pissed Lindy off that
the penis was so hot to shoot up the
load tonight!
“Yes, if this aversion therapy thing works” Lindy said now
“I may get Basil a cattle prod.” Hugh thought his new girlfriend was just too
funny, though this was a somewhat dangerous operation. “Can you imagine me
buzzing Basil in the ass as he runs all over
Lindy turned from this conversation, embracing Basil and
kissing him tenderly. I have to try not to get excited, Basil thought. If I
don’t get erect, she can’t torture me. But it was so difficult. What a hot girl
Lindy was!
Basil gave Lindy a wan smile as she put her arms closer
round his neck. “Now, Basil darling” Lindy whispered. “Are you listening you
stud?” Lindy kissed Basil’s neck moistly. He thought, You must resist the sweet
talk. She is trying to get you excited. Just don’t let her. Fat chance.
“Basil honey” Lindy smooched him. “I know you’re hot for me,
and it’s so cute.” Lindy’s long red nails on her left hand traveled down to his
crotch, where she began lightly tickling his stiffening cock. “God you’re so
erect, like a porn star.”
Basil, of course, felt like Charlie Brown, about to run to
kick the football before the mean girl pulls it out of the way. He knew
intellectually that he was a doomed man, but he was going to do his best to
resist her entreaties. “Yes, Lucinda?” Basil asked coldly.
More moist kisses were planted along Basil’s neck as Lindy
took Basil’s ballooning glans in her manicured fingers. Running a long
thumbnail over the tip of Basil’s swelling schlong, Lindy twiddled the
sensitive frenum below with her forefinger.
If only she wasn’t so beautiful, Basil thought, watching the tendrils of Lucinda’s
hair falling on her shoulders. He felt as if he were a ball bearing trying to
pull back from the world’s largest magnet. “You have such a big, massive, sexy
cock, Basil.” Lindy leaned down and nursed Basil’s left nipple and he moaned
with desire.
Basil really wanted to not get hard, as he knew there would
be electrical hijinks following, but what could he do? Once Basil had had a
girlfriend Ivy, who, upon finding one of Basil’s S&M magazines back in the
early 80’s, had told Basil that she would whip him if he were ever unfaithful
enough to cum in another woman, and then she’d bound Basil’s wrists and had one
of her particularly fetching girlfriends give him head.
Basil had stood there, trying to ignore Tasha’s full lips
and her curly blonde hair as she’d sucked and slurped his cock. Ivy had been
quite the evil one. “If you cum in Tasha’s mouth, Basil, I’m going to thrash
you good” Ivy had said, and Basil would do his best to think of old baseball
scores and other things, but would always
end up making a mess in Tasha’s mouth, and of course then Ivy would get busy
with the carpet beater.
But the Stakes were much too high this time---Electricity!
Lucinda sighed lightly, hugged Basil close, and gave him a
deep, rich tongue kiss. If it had pulled a lever at Basil’s back to make his
cock spring up, it wouldn’t have been any more effective. Her tongue shot in
and out of his mouth passionately. They sword fought with their tongues, Basil
and Lindy….and oh how excited Basil was.
Lindy’s teeth playfully chewed on Basil’s lower lip. “What a
sweet man you can be when you want to, Basil.” Lindy said, kissing Basil’s
chin. “And what a hot rod you have down there!”
Lindy moved her head and began kissing Basil’s ear avidly,
the tongue dampening the side of his head as if he were being licked by a
German Shepherd. Then Lindy made tiny little smooches back to Basil’s mouth
once more. Covered with his hot wife’s lip glossed marks, and enjoying her
full, rosebud lips with that Spearming gum-juiced tongue, Basilw as in
paradise, and had almost forgotten about Hugh and the electric cord.
Lucinda seemed to be kissing Basil with an abandon and
wantonness not in evidence in over ten years. As she had lost respect for her
slave husband, there had been fewer real
passionate caresses, and sometimes she’d all but ignored him. But in the
beginning, things had been so thrilling!
It all reminded Basil
of the first time he’d kissed Lindy in his little red Miata. (long since sold
to put Lindy’s old boyfriend through rehab). But that first night when Lucinda
had kissed the younger Basil on that first date, he’d known she was the one.
Basil still remembered Lindy crawling all over him in her
hot pants with the fishnet stockings as he leaned back on the seats of the blue
convertible. When was it? 1989?
Lindy had kissed Basil all over, and then unzipped his pants
and sucked him to a shattering orgasm, and he was sold. Basil had fallen
absolutely in love with Lindy.
Sure, Basil had been somewhat of a ladies man before Lindy,
and he’d had quite a few Yankee trollops, but he’d forgotten about all that
competition after getting involved with her. It had been all so impractical, a
saucy cocktail waitress moving in with a freshly minted PhD. His friends had
all worried that he would contract a social disease, and hers had wondered what she saw in the geeky
balding teacher.
Even back then, Basil had been vaguely aware that Lindy
occasionally cheated on him, but she was so secretive about it at the time,
that he pretended that it wasn’t true.They’d had a number of years of normal
sex (and could Lindy give blowjob after blowjob and take it in the ass, eh?)
before Lindy discovered Basil’s masochistic desires.
“I have fantasies about serving you as a submissive” Basil
had told Lindy, and Lindy had jumped on it! Oh, it had just been a little
spanking with Lindy’s hand in the spring of 1996, but then in August of that
year she’d first used her bedroom slipper, making Basil squeal as he lay across
her legs while she wore her Merry Widow.
That first night, she’d sent Basil to the corner, and was
telling someone on the phone that “It hurts him more, and my hand doesn’t hurt,
because I’m not hurting my palm on his fat ass.” Basil had thought Lucinda was
talking to a girlfriend, but that was the first night she’d taken off to meet a
male friend, telling Basil not to take his nose out of the corner.
And after that, Lindy had begun making lots of male friends,
though she never said outwardly that she was fucking them. Instead of the old
lies when he’d see a cigar in the ashtray by their bed, she’d just say “Yeah
someone was lying on your bed smoking a cigar with me, what’s the big deal?”
A big hairbrush, and then a Ping-Pong paddle replaced the
slipper that fall, and finally Basil had been graduated to being beaten with
canes and razor strops by New Year’s Day of 1997.
“Gee, honey” Lindy had asked her sobbing husband once, after
having flogged his bare bottom while he lay over a stool in the basement. “You
seem to crave this punishment, then you’re such a crybaby afterwards. Kinda
wimpy, you know?” she added brightly.
At the time, Basil was weeping in his hands as his unclad
legs swung about the stool, penis crushed between his pot belly and the hard
iron stool. But of course Basil had no answer to his verbal questions…just
tears.
What could Basil answer? Yes, his Mummy, and his governess
had thrashed Basil’s bare buttocks from early childhood til he’d gone off to
school, and then Mum and his sisters had kept up the slack during vacations.
Beryl, Basil’s twin
sister had often set little traps for him, such as finding out where he was
swimming, and stealing his clothes and thrashing his naked body for having
sneaked off from the house in the first place.
Beryl had greatly enjoyed whipping Basil’s tender ass with
thorny branches, and watching his flesh torn up as she landed the branch again
and again on her twin brother, who she quite often tied up for this
ministration in the garden shed.
Another interesting trick that Beryl played on Basil was
looping a piece of string just under his glans, and then pulling the glans up
to the base of the cock, and tying the string round there, so the glans was
pulled tightly against the other end of the penis, making poor Basil look as if
his cock was bowed.
Then Beryl would run feathers under Basil’s scrotum while
they were bound like this, and Basil would cry in frustration as his cock would
get harder and harder, but be unable to get a full erection. And then sometimes
Beryl would use Mummie’s cane and whack the oddly bowed cock just swinging the
cane under Basil’s legs, and how he wept!
Basil had sworn that
once he got away from his evil family, things would change, but he’d dated a
number of dominant women and then landed with Lindy, who had really become the
cream of the crop in that first year.
The strops and canes had been entertaining for Lindy for a
while, but then scourges, cat o 9 tails, dog whips and tawses had joined the
canes and straps in Lindy’s closet in the next year or so. Could it get more
drastic than this?
And then Lindy discovered Basil’s chastity fantasies, and
what a bonanza that was for her! In July of ’97, right before their wedding, it
had been “I won’t fuck you until you lick me between the legs for three hours”
followed by even more disturbing
announcements in the fall.
“I may never fuck you again, Basil, but if you don’t vacuum
the house, scrub the kitchen and bathrooms, cut the lawn and trim the hedges,
you can’t masturbate tonight, and you STILL have to perform between my legs
with Supertongue, baby boy!”
Lindy loved it, because she began teasing poor Basil more
and more—rubbing his dick while they watched TV, running her pink toes across
his bald crotch as he scrubbed the floor. And then when he slowed down,
whacking him through his ass-crack, where it stung his balls, with a damp hazel
switch.
Lucinda held all the cards in the chastity training, and
although it excited Basil to no end, he often worried at the time that she
might bankrupt him. What he learned later, was Lucinda was going to take over
his bank account and put him on an allowance.
And Lindy knew just how to tease him so he was completely in
her power. Lucinda was always slinking around in seamless tube bras, short
animal print dresses,polka dot G-strings, patent leather red heels, Lurex mini
shorts, pinstripe thong panties, and whatever else might drive poor Basil mad.
By March of 1998, Basil was only allowed to cum once a week,
in the winter of 2000 once a month. Now he had not cum in nine months, since
November 2005, and of course he did whatever Lindy wanted.
Poor Basil was horny all the time. All that backed up spooge
drove him mad. Basil felt as if his cock was a leaden weight between his legs.
Basil was employed at Western State Commonwealth Women’s College as an
assistant professor of history, and teaching lots of beautiful young women was
unbelievably stimulating and provoking to the normal man.
Hugh, who was only a teaching assistant and Master’s degree
candidate at the school, often complained that he was constantly distracted by
the beautiful girls, but Hugh came regularly, had girlfriends, and the whole
lot. For Basil, it was much more tempting to touch his forbidden cock…and he
couldn’t!
Well, that wasn’t technically true. Basil actually spent a great
deal of time rubbing his cock in various public and private restrooms, as well
as in his car, in his office, in the basement of his house, and wherever else
he could steal the time. But he wasn’t allowed to cum, and so even more women
were making him a little crazy…
Basil went crazy from the slightest stimulation, it was as
if he were a thirteen year old again. If a shapely sophomore brushed by him in
her miniskirt, or his fifty year old office manager patted his arm, there was
an instant, and quite embarrassing erection.
And of course his beautiful wife Lucinda was evil with her
casual caresses and blatant teasing.
Now Lindy was half naked, rubbing her bra-clad boobs up
against Basil in her plot to make his dick hard enough for “aversion therapy”
of an electrical nature. Lindy’s hips were grinding Basil’s cock, and of course
he was responding quite naturally.
Basil’s penis was rubbing against Lindy’s scratchy lace
panties, and his hands were groping her boobs through the little bra. Basil and
Lindy were necking madly, and his cock was getting quite close to cumming. Oh,
God. This is worth it after nine months, it looks as if she may let me orgasm
finally…
But suddenly, Lucinda pulled away from Basil and she
motioned to Hugh, who shoved the spliced cord wires that protruded through
yellow rubber gloves. The sparky wires brushed Basil’s burgeoning erection.
BZZZP!
Basil suddenly felt a horrible burning shock to his penis
and balls and he bellowed lustily. Basil ran from the bedroom and jumped into
the shower, where he turned a cold blast onto his scorched genitals.
Finally, Basil came out of the shower, weeping bitterly and
re-entered the bedroom. “Ah, a successful phase one.” Lindy said softly to
Hugh. Hugh was no longer holding the evil cord, he’d taken it from the wall.
But if Basil had looked carefully he would have noted that Hugh had not removed
the rubber gloves.
Lindy trotted over to Basil, her full breasts bouncing in
the little black bra. “Basil honey, are you all right?” Lindy’s honeyed
apologetic tone disarmed Basil and she dropped to her knees, and began rubbing
Basil’s burnt cock carefully. “You scared me, darling. I was so worried that
you were seriously hurt.”
“You poor sweet, cute man.”
Lindy murmured as she petted and actually kissed Basil’s shocked penis.
“Oh Hugh, how could we be so thoughtless as to nearly destroy Basil’s valuable
organ?” Lindy took Basil’s penis and blew on it. “You sweet dickie bird!” She
took it in her mouth and sucked it for a moment, and then stood up slowly,
rubbing her bra cups seductively against Basil’s sunken chest.
“True, I have a real problem with unauthorized erections,
but maybe I went too far in punishment this time and you, too, Huey.” Lindy
turned severely to Hugh, shaking her finger at Hugh, who covered his mouth with
a rubber gloved hand. “You poor thing you” Lindy said as she dropped her panties and began
rubbing her bush against Basil’s now quickly recovering penis.
Suddenly, Basil found himself inside Lindy’s hot wet slit.
It had been a week since Lindy had allowed Basil to fuck her, and it was one of
his great pleasures. True, he hadn’t been allowed to cum inside his wife’s
vagina in a number of years, but Basil dearly enjoyed fucking Lindy even though
he’d always had to hold back the orgasms.
But eight days ago, Basil and Lindy had had a fight over her
lack of fidelity and she’d cut off all bedroom privileges, until Basil had
apologized to her at that horrible party. He’d told her she could date whoever
she liked, and she’d immediately brought Hugh home.
But now as an apology for the Hugh thing and for bringing
electroshock therapy into the relationship, apparently Lindy was letting Basil
fuck her, thank goodness. God it felt good running his dick in and out of
Lindy. Oh man was it wonderful.
Hugh smiled as he surreptitiously plugged the cord back in
the wall. Actually, Hugh had barely touched Basil earlier with the sparkling
wire, but there had been a little shocking zing that had scared the shit out of
Basil, giving him the illusion that he’d been burnt.
And now Hugh was going about it from behind. As he
approached Basil slowly from the backside, Lindy looked over Basil’s shaking
shoulders as the two fucked standing up. She was slamming herself into Basil’s
dick again and again, and Hugh had no doubt that Lindy was enjoying her husband
fucking her.
In a weird sense, Hugh envied Basil for being able to be so
hard and full. Hugh, who orgasmed whenever
he liked, really couldn’t get it up as enthusiastically for ANY woman as
much as Basil could, and Lindy had told Hugh that there were times that the
celibate Basil would fuck her nine to twelve times an evening, until she was
exhausted before pulling his celibate cock out, giving himself a cold shower
and going to bed in another room so as not to arouse himself next to her soft
little body.
Hugh also noticed how blue-veined Basil’s cock was and how
it looked almost like the penis of a porn star—it seemed as if the extended
chastity and all the built up semen made Basil’s penis larger and larger,
though that was, of course ridiculous.
But Hugh wondered what it must be like to have such Tantric
self-control with a woman, and how devoted Basil could be to this pursuit of
only satisfying his beautiful woman. She was
a bitch, Lindy was—even before tonight,
Hugh had seen Lindy backhand Basil on campus, marking the poor man’s
face with all her diamond and ruby rings. It seemed so unfair.
Suddenly as Lindy fucked Basil just a bit harder, she
mouthed “Now” and Hugh assumed Basil was about to cum, and he had to zap Basil
just before. Hugh came up behind Basil and very gently parted Basil’s crack
with one gloved paw, and stuck the simmering cord between Basil’s asscheeks.
ZZZAAAP!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, Basil screamed and let go of Lindy, who danced
away quickly, laughing her ass off. Basil gave Hugh once anguished look and
hightailed it to the bathroom holding his buttocks and bellowing. As Hugh
pulled the plug once more, he could hear Basil’s howls of misery and
mystification. How could this happen to the poor man? It was in fact a fair
question.
Lindy and Hugh could
hear Basil bawling and the shower running and then Basil was toweling himself
off once more. Lindy laughed and said to Hugh “You got Basil right before he
orgasmed. So he’s still horny, but he doesn’t know it yet.”
As Basil staggered back into the bedroom, Lindy said coldly,
“Now, can you service my boyfriend’s balls without fear of having a squirtie? I
keep hoping aversion therapy will work, Basil.”
And Basil was spazzed out!
THE END
LAUGHING BASIL Hellnite4
Basil came up to the bed, finally. Basil was quite
exhausted. A party where he was raped by a transsexual.
Being forced to come home and service his wife and her young lover.
Having his cock beaten and then electrocuted by wires to
keep poor Basil from cumming from the questionable
excitement…and now his cock was limp, he hoped, because he just wanted to
service Lindy and Hugh as they’d commanded..which
was sucking Hugh’s balls while he fucked Lindy, so he could go to bed.
But, as Basil came up to the bed, Lindy looked at him and
moaned. “What’s wrong?” Hugh, Lindy’s young lover asked. “Well our little
pervert apparently is hard yet again. God, the punishment your dick can take
Basil.”
Lindy shook her lovely head. “The cheek of
it! Your cock being shocked twice
with an
electrical cord just isn’t good enough for you, eh Basil?”
Basil looked down at his cock, and indeed his erection had
returned, impudently, again. The trouble of course was that Basil was so
excited by being forced to serve his wife and her lover. It was the ultimate
humiliation, though Basil had certainly gone through a lot tonight. But this
was very bad. Basil was in real trouble now…Lindy would make him pay!
“I wonder if we tied the electric cord to Basil’s balls and
plugged it in now and then when he was getting erect, you know, Hugh” Lucinda
said thoughtfully, stroking Hugh’s chest. “Basil could suck your balls, then,
when his dick goes up, you notice and reach over my tits.” Lindy waved her
little black bra cups at both men “ and plug it in for
a second and Basil is just zapped on the
bed. It’s an idea.” Lindy said.
Basil worried. Before Basil had met Lindy, he’d been engaged
to an actual professional dominatrix, Mistress Meredia.
Meredia used to keep poor Basil in a tiny cage at the
foot of her Princess bed with conductive electrodes entwined round his balls
and attached to his nipples.
At
“MISTRESS MEREDIA PLEASE WAKE UP, I’M DYING, TURN OFF THE
SHOCKS!”
If
Basil was lucky, Meredia would awaken
and get up and turn off the alarm, and
unlock the bloody cage…but unfortunately Meredia was
a lazy-ass, and often she’d press the snooze button and then poor Basil would
have to wait the horrible ten minutes, anticipating the misery, before the
alarm went off once again, shocking and discombobulating his nipples and groin,
and of course he would once again scream for Meredia
to get up.
Later, Meredia experimented with
putting an electrode up Basil’s butt, and tied him to her electric fence…the
electric interests were a bit much for poor Basil Was this nonsense going to
start again with Hugh and Lindy?
Basil was quite relieved when Hugh told Lindy that he
thought flaming electric wires on the bed might be a fire hazard. “The big
problem has been all evening that Basil’s penis gets aroused rubbing against
the bed while he sucks my scrotum as I’m fucking you” mused
Hugh. “But what about putting something uncomfortable against the sheets, like
sandpaper, which might kill his erection, you know?” asked Hugh.
Lindy considered this. “Well, our Basil is something of an
amateur handyman, and I think he was sanding the ledges last spring.” Lucinda
looked at Basil pointedlyk, and Basil reluctantly
went down to the basement, returning with some sandpaper and tape, which Hugh
then secured to the area of the bed where Basil’s cock had been aroused by the
soft sheets.
This would be a new sensation, Basil thought remorsefully.
Once, Lindy had jerked Basil off by rubbing Reynolds Wrap on his cock, and the
sensation had been so terrible, though he had had an orgasm. But sandpaper?
“There we go, Professor Naples” Hugh said, and gestured to
the sandpaper. Basil gingerly lay down with his cock on the sandpaper. Oooh, could he not move too much? Hugh and Lindy resumed
their positions. Basil took Hugh’s scrotum in his mouth once again and began
sucking as Hugh began once again fucking Lindy.
Scraatch! Basil felt his poor
cock, tender from all the years of smeared Lubriderm and Vaseline from 30 years
of masturbation being seriously scratched. Basil winced, his poor penis feeling
as if it were experiencing
Basil sucked Hugh’s balls while watching this young man’s
cock forcing into Lindy’s beautiful vagina. Basil gritted his teeth around
Hugh’s balls, as Basil’s penis scraped the sandpaper a little too harshly.
Basil bit down, almost against his will.
“Aaaguh!”
Hugh screamed, feeling the Englishman’s sharp, crooked teeth nearly severing
his scrotum. Suddenly Basil felt Hugh grab him by the forelocks and drag
Basil’s mouth off Hugh’s scrotal sack. BAF! PAF! SMACK! Hugh boxed Basil’s ears
and smacked his face, throwing the Western Civilization professor to the floor.
“What happened, Huey?” asked Lucinda. “That little homo
faggot husband of yours tried to bite my balls off!” Hugh shouted.
Basil shook his head dizzily, and noted that his nose was
bleeding a bit. “Ahem, darling it was the sandpaper” said Basil awkwardly, as
he wiped his nose. “The sandpaper scratched my willy and—“
Lucinda stalked over to Basil and slapped him viciously
across the face and then kicked him in the balls, and Basil fell to the floor,
crying. Lindy had never been this brutal. It was almost as if Basil was a
stranger who had assaulted Hugh.
“Bullshit! Liar! By God you and your
passive aggressive hostility complex.” Lindy walked to Hugh’s side. “Are
you all right, baby?” she asked, stroking Hugh’s hair.
Hugh, rubbing Witch Hazel on his testicles, nodded. “Well you can’t let my
husband get away with this.” Lucinda handed Hugh the cane and pulled Basil up
from the floor by his right ear.
“Dar-darling please” Basil babbled incoherently as he
painfully got to his feet. “The sandpaper—ooogh!”
Lindy gave Basil another smack, “upside the head” as her people down home
called it. “Get down on that goddam bed you flabby
piece of sewage!”
Basil realized he’d better say no more. Lucinda could be
quite dangerous when she got her dander up. Basil lay down on the bed and
shivered as Lindy handcuffed his hands behind his head and then linked Basil’s
ankles together with a second pair of handcuffs.
“Now Hugh, you can give the shitbug
here what he’s been asking for. Show Basil that you don’t
appreciate him trying to castrate you.” Lindy shook her beautiful ash
blonde hair as she railed. “It’ll excite me, too, honey if you give Basil here
a good whipping.” Basil looked up desolately as Lindy gave Hugh a big tongue
kiss.
Basil watched Hugh rubbing Lindy’s breasts and grinding his
crotch against her
with acute pleasure. Basil could see why Lindy liked Hugh—he was
muscular and handsome, and they seemed to move together quite well. Lucinda was
six or seven years younger than Basil—they’d begun living together when she was
nineteen and Basil twenty-six.
Lindy was far more mature than Basil in so many ways, as she’d scaled the
“Now beat him hard, honey.” Lindy said, looking up into
Hugh’s eyes fondly. “Oh, baby, I will.” Hugh said, kissing her deeply.
“Give Basil a hard time, honey. Make some welts.” Basil
closed his eyes miserably. He heard a rustle and then he felt the first lash of
the cane. WHACK! A thin line of fire cracked across Basil’s buttocks, hitting
both cheeks at once.
CRACK! The cane bounced off Basil’s left thigh and he
meditated on how much harder Hugh’s muscles made the cane slam as opposed to
Lindy who certainly could bring Basil to tears with her handling of the rattan,
but still, Lindy was relatively weaker.
WHACK! Basil recalled seeing Hugh working out in the faculty
gym, and goodness could the young man lift a lot of weights—CRACK! And this was
showing itself now in the caning. Yes, and Basil was flabby, a bookworm and a
compulsive overeater, as he’d identified himself once in one of those horrible
self-help meetings.
CRACK! Basil was a pervert. A whips-and-chains perverted
masochist. He had seen Hugh playing basketball with the other male teachers,
beating a group of ghetto thughs in a program that
Hugh had sponsored, Yankeecorps,
or something, trying to prepare the poor bastards for college.
And he could beat them physically as well as intellectually,
where was Basil to compete? And now Basil was completely cowed, as well as
suffering having the daylights caned out of him. Basil knew that Hugh could easily beat Basil
in a fistfight. Hugh’s twenty-two to Basil’s forty-one made things just pie for
the young man.
And here Basil was getting a whipping as if Hugh was Basil’s
father or the Headmaster at
Finally Hugh threw the cane down and Lindy admired Basil’s
scarred flesh. “Good work Hugh” she said as she traced some of the blue weals against Basil’s tender globes with a long nail. Lindy
reached under Basil’s legs and began toying with Basil’s penis as it lay
scrunched between Basil’s belly and the sheets.
Basil let himself enjoy it, to get his mind off the
whipping, but then sonuvabitch, he was hard again.
“What a pervert you are, Basil. See, Hugh, he still can’t control himself.”
Lindy’s fingers ran around Basil’s hard cock as it stuck out from under Basil’s
buttocks. Basil himself was weeping into the pillow, but he was so sexually
enthralled by his beautiful wife.
Lindy turned Basil over and began toying with his growing
cock. “You are just insatiable aren’t you Baze?”
Lindy’s red tipped fingers ran up and down Basil’s cock as it got harder and
harder. “There’s just no amount of discipline that will calm you down. I guess
we could try the cane again.” Basil shook his head desperately, but up Lindy
was, leaning over to pick up the cane.
And of course Basil was further aroused by the sight of her
in her thong underwear. What gloriously juicy buttocks his wife had! Lindy
sauntered back to the bed, bending the rattan and winking at Hugh, who was just
shaking his head.
“What has to be done—“ Lindy said
as she brought the cane down sharply on the tip of Basil’s cock—“is to find a
way to make Basil’s cock a true submissive, as well as it’s owner.”
“But what I want to know is what the little polesmoker thought he was doing biting my balls off!” Hugh
growled.
As Lindy’s cane landed on Basil again and again, she watched
Basil dancing around, struggling to pull his hands from behind his head.
THWACK!
Several times the cane landed under Basil’s arms, stinging
the armpits.
The cane whacked Basil’s stomach and then again on each
nipple.
Basil choked as Lindy’s cane slapped his Adam’s
Apple smartly…Oh God, if she hits my throat again I may die, Basil
thought. Of course that might be the ultimate submission, right?
Lucinda’s fingers began gently toying and tickling Basil’s
tortured sausage. Using her thumb to massage the underside of his cock, Lindy leaned down and
licked the welted tip, smiling. “Do you remember all the blowjobs I used to
give you, Basil, before I found out what a little girl you were?”
Lindy ran her little hand faster over Basil’s penis until it
began to swell again. “See the problem here, Hugh?” Lindy asked in a puzzled
fashion. “His dick knows I want it limp, but he can’t seem to make it sit
still. Just because I am a bit affectionate with Basil’s penis doesn’t mean it
can have the nerve to bulge up like a man’s dick, right?”
Lindy let go of Basil’s dick and stood up, looking grim. She
lifted the cane again
“I order you to go limp, you worthless little worm!” Lindy
screamed and slapped the cane again and again, but the cock just stood
there…erect. And as Basil noticed how erect it was, he realized that it was
actually bigger and stronger than Hugh’s.
In other words,
Hugh’s cock, having been given lots of loving all night, still needed the
stimulating tongue on the scrotum by poor Basil, while Basil’s was able to take
lots of punishment, like a gladiator, or a Christian among the lions…it was
fantastic.
Basil began laughing in contempt, perhaps a mistake. “You
can’t make it go down, and you can’t much make Hugh’s go up, isn’t that wild,
Lindy?” Basil didn’t notice Hugh’s jaw begin to grit, and his temples harden.
Finally Lindy dropped the cane and rolled Basil back over on
his belly. “I guess there’s no hope in trying to control his wee-wee, so maybe
you should just whip his butt some more.” Hugh was revolted. “Not with the
cane, I won’t.”
Hugh left the bedroom and came back with a long, wet towel,
curled and tied at the end. Basil looked up at the towel, and his laughter went
down to a mild giggle. “The bastard can’t keep from getting hard still, can he?
And he thinks you are still his woman, Lindy, it’s obvious.”
Basil quaked, but what could he do? Lindy was still stroking
and playing with his cock a bit from behind, and he just couldn’t stop being excited,and he couldn’t help laughing at the fact that a.
he’d freaked Hugh out by biting his scrotum, and b.Basil’s
dick was almost super-powerful even after all that abuse.
Basil also was feeling as if he were about to erupt…Lindy’s
fingers were bringing him dangerously to the brink. This would be a bad time to
cum. And Hugh was now approaching the bed with his wet, rolled up towel.
“Now then, you faggot!” Hugh screamed as he hit Basil.
CRACK! The towel landed on Basil’s right thigh, bursting one of the former weals into a bloody blister. Basil bit his liip in agony as the towel struck again. But Basil was
still hard. This was impossible. But in a way it was funny, and Basil laughed
again. “You think it’s funny?” Hugh screamed.
“You dare to get hard while looking at my girlfriend? I
don’t care if she’s your wife, she’s my girl. You want to castrate me with your
teeth, do you?” Basil thought again of biting Hugh’s scrotum, and he giggled,
but then screamed as Hugh’s wet towel snapped smartly across Basil’s buttocks.
WHACK! THWACK! The towel slashed Basil’s thighs, his upper
back and under his arms. Hugh was furious. “You’ve got to calm that dick of
yours down, boy!” But Basil couldn’t. His penis was pushing firmly into the
bed, and it was impudent. Nothing could seem to quell it, and this made Basil, despite his pain, laugh a bit more.
Finally Lindy rolled Basil over and Hugh landed another
nasty one on Basil’s stomach, just below the navel. Hugh took the key from
Lucinda and unlocked Basil’s cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
“Now then, you can get a towel and flick at me, if you want,
it can be a fair fight, but I’m going to give you one helluva
whipping.” Hugh menaced. Basiol got up and just wrung
his hands as Hugh slashed Basil’s nipples and his stomach with the towel. In
pain and jumping from one foot to the other, Basil still was chortling.
“Why are you laughing, damn you?” screamed Hugh. Hugh thwipped Basil painfully across the shoulder with the
towel, and then across the mouth, and with his lip bleeding, Basil continued to
laugh. “What the hell’s wrong with this sissy-fag? What’s so damn funny?” Hugh
screamed.
“You-you’re so limp, and I’m the one with the bigger dick.”
Basil cachinnated. WHOP! The towel’s
sharp tip snapped Basil’s cock again, which alarmingly hardened it further.
“My God what a weirdo you are” Hugh said, observing this.
Basil thought silently that Hugh didn’t have much of a vocabulary, and that
Basil, as Assistant Professor would voete against
Hugh’s master’s dissertation when it was presented. “You disgust me!” Hugh
roared.
Basil was dismayed, despite his hilarity, and his crotch was
on fire. Why is he so insecure about the lack of activity
involving his cock, Basil thought. Hugh followed up the crack at Basil’s cock
with two or three more towel slashes at Basil’s testicles. It put Basil in mind
of those horrible times after mandatory games practice back at
But the harshest of Basil’s adolescent bullies was naught
compared to Hugh, who handled his wet towel as if he were a bullwhip artist in
a rodeo. WHACK! CRACK! SLASH! The towel hit Basil directly in the groin with
deadly accuracy. Basil screeched but it didn’t stop Hugh’s vicious assault.
Finally Basil turned and ran through the house, Hugh
following and cracking the towel at Basil’s ass out of the bedroom through the
bathroom, down the hall around the guest room where Basil then tried to hide
under the bed until Hugh rooted him out with a push-broom.
Then Basil ran pell-mell towards the stairs, falling down
half of them before being pursued through the kitchen and dining room and
living room, before being trapped in the pantry, where Basil hit a dead end.
Hugh grabbed Basil’s left arm, bent it behind his back and turned Basil over
his knee.
Hugh flogged Basil’s back and bottom without mercy for
nearly twenty minutes as Basil screamed. Finally, Hugh let go of Basil, and
Basil dropped to his knees and kissed Hugh’s feet, sucking the toes. “Master I
am so sorry I bit you sir, please forgive me, I’ll do anything, even suck you
off in the bathrooms at work, Master.”
Hugh finally calmed down and led the quite welted Brit back
up to Lindy’s room. “Well, I thought about tying Basil up in the backyard.”
Hugh said with a grin. “But he convinced me after I gave it to him in the
pantry that he really was sorry about the sandpaper. So as I enjoyed the testicle licking
and haven’t finished fucking you yet, Lindy, I figure we should get back into
our old positions.”
Lindy smiled, but shook her head. “Hugh, your penis just
isn’t doing it for me. I think I’m going to let Basil fuck me, and cum, since
his dick has gone through all this abuse…and you can go home…come on you big
boy, Basil…see you later, Hugh.”
As Basil mounted Lindy, he heard the disgruntled Hugh slam
the back door on the way out, and Basil laughed as he shoved his dick into
Lindy’s pussy.
“Now you know tomorrow it’s back to
you being a slaveboy” Lindy murmured. Basil nodded
and laughed, and then he came hard and he laughed again!
THE END (Really!)
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