Shiny Birthday Present Part 2

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Jennie’s orgasm continued for some time, watching him slowly go limp beneath her, Arin laughing in the background as she watched his frustrated cock flail around. Now the two of them rest against the chair, panting as they try to recover their senses. Though it seems she had much less senses to recover, pushing herself off of him as he could still barely crane his head up to watch her walk away.

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It only took her a few seconds, but she was back to the professional looking woman he knew her to be, though still clad in her latex outfit. Seeing he was still recovering, she simply stared down at him, occasionally sharing a few words with Arin, admiring the fruits of her work still left panting in her chair. After a few minutes of shamefully shivering under her gaze, he was finally able to sit up in the chair, though was still considerably delirious.

When she peered up to see him getting comfortable, she snapped her fingers to grab his attention from whatever fantasy he was lost in.

“Get out. We’re done using you for today~”

He couldn’t deny the tension that had been brought to the surface so suddenly, even through the crushing of his spirit and trampling of his pride, the desperation still hanging between his legs was intense. At first he does what she says, taking a few steps toward the door, but stopping before getting half way. In a sudden burst of confidence, he turns around and walks back, dropping to his knees and crawling the last few feet before begging at her feet.

“Please, Mistress! I don’t care how long I have to beg, may I cum, please?”

For a moment he could swear he saw a flutter of joy in their eyes, but they blink it away, leaving the cold stare they normally hold for him.

“You’d better do a lot of begging, then we may consider it.”

It was like music to his ears, and despite their cold exterior, there was a sly grin hiding behind their frowns. After what had felt like an hour of madly begging at their feet, Arin shot a glance towards Jennie, who disappeared as he continued groveling. After a few moments she returns, although with an odd looking strut, bound in leather. It was clearly made with the intent for someone to lay across it, shackles for their angles to be bound to the legs of the toy, whilst another set was there for his wrists.

Arin guided him to his feet, a vacant expression in his eyes as he pondered on what they’ll be doing to him as he’s bound to his. There’s little time to think, Jennie pressing his chest against the cold leather, bending him over the toy and clamping his limbs in place. There he was, bent over and clamped in place, his naked body feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

Urged on by Arin’s dominance, Jennie runs her hands against his skin, eliciting a shiver as he quakes under their gaze. As if to emphasize his situation, Arin wraps something around his head from in front, which forces him to part his lips. Absent-mindedly he allowed it, only to suddenly realize he had been gagged so easily!

Now completely helpless, his heart racing at how nervous he had become, he heard the words they had likely been waiting to say since he arrived.

“Alright, looks like our entertainment is ready~!”

There’s a brief spat of silence in the room as he wonders what’s going on behind him, but that is until he felt a searing pain against his ass, one of the girls having apparently grabbed a paddle, and had begun spanking it across his cheeks. His stifled whimpers for mercy elicited laughter from the girls, who only responded with more spankings, apparently savouring the sight of his body quivering from the sudden rush of pain. Despite the discomfort, he couldn’t deny his arousal, which Arin was happy to point out.

“See Jennie? I told you he’s a perv~”

The paddling suddenly stops, replaced by a few prodding fingers and gentle stroking as their hands explore his exposed cock, a few words exchanged between them.

“My god, how did it grow so much?”

It was nice to hear their words, almost sounding like praise, but the way they spoke about it as if an object, rather than something he owned was humiliating enough, digging in the feeling of being treated as their slave for the evening.

With their attention snapped away from spanking his poor ass, the two of them had taken a liking to his dick, and were now enthralled by each twitch and spasm they could urge from it. They took turns, Arin deciding that a few light kisses and licking was the best way to watch his cock spasm in front of her, the hot breath brushing against his skin as she laughed was enough stimulation to elicit more twitches, which only fueled the endless cycle.

Jennie seemed to think that some light flicks and squeezing was the best way, enjoying how the sudden rush of pain made him squirm in his bindings. Though soon they had the winner, instantly gripping at his shaft and jerking him off without any semblance of build-up, instantly bringing him close to the edge, then letting go as his moaning became too erratic for their liking.

“Now that’s how you edge a cock!”

The girls seemed to regain interest, taking turns stroking his shaft, massaging his balls when it wasn’t their turn, or even spanking him lightly between edges. The next few minutes were absolute torture, something guys likely dream of was now feeling like a punishment as the two gorgeous women watch as they edge him senselessly over and over again.

Despite the slight tinge of enjoyment he took from this, he couldn’t help but recoil at their touch, flinching as they laugh down at him, feeling the last few strips of pride he had left melting away. The agonizing part was that his mind was slowly being conditioned to enjoy this sensation, his cock mercilessly edged beyond belief, feeling as if his balls would burst from the amount of cum being built up. Each whimper brought forward laughter, every fruitless struggle brought more spanks against his already-red ass. He was taught through sexual pleasure that the only thing he was good for at the moment, was being edged until he snapped.

After some time had passed, he felt himself slowly becoming acclimated to his new place, almost settling in the rhythm of being edged, spanked, and then edged again once his dick recovered. Either after noticing this, or just by bad luck, Arin gasps from behind him, her hands pulling away as the clack of her heels gets quieter, back towards the table.

This’ll make it worse~

He can only just make out her whispered voice from behind him after she returns, speaking to Jennie before they both break out into giggles. There’s only a few moments for him to ponder as to what’s about to happen before it hits him, the dull, intense vibrations against his balls. Arin had taken some of the bullet-vibes from the table and was now securing them to his balls, only enhancing the idle pleasures he was gaining, even as they let go and allowed his cock to rest between edges, the vibrators continued stimulating him, but never enough to finally go over the edge.

Their sadistic laughter as they watch him writhe in his prison send shivers of pain down his spine, utterly humiliated by a small toy in front of two gorgeous women, only sending him deeper as they wrap their fingers around his shaft once again.

As if in an attempt to one-up Arin, Jennie decides to also duck away and have a look over the toys at the table, taking her time as Arin continues stroking his dick again, causing a surge of precum to leak down, joining the puddle forming on the floor between his legs. Soon she returns, but doesn’t sit behind him like before, instead she stands in front of him, letting him gaze at her body as Arin moves back to stroke his cock all over again.

“Here you go~”

As if presenting a gift, Jennie reaches under him with something in her hand, that something revealed rather quickly as a sharp, fiery pain spreads across his chest. As it turns out, Jennie took a liking to a pair of nipple clamps back on the table, and as he screams into his gag, she giggles at her own decision, knowing she made a good choice.

His mind hazes over from the absurd overstimulation brought down onto him, both Arin and Jennie taking extreme delight in having dragged him so far down into their pit of carnal depravity. The rhythmic edging he was subjected to was taking a toll on his mind, unable to think of much else than the next time he would feel their slender fingers take hold of his dick, milking it for his precum. He even came to enjoy the giggles and laughter as they savoured the sight of their submissive toy.

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