He struggled against his unforgiving restraints as the women came nearer. He could no doubt see it in their eyes that he was in big trouble. Steph was the first to take his hard cock in her hands, wrapping long and supple fingers around the large glans. Tess and Sarah on each side of him started playing with his nipples. A wicked smile came upon Steph as, with a moan, the boy tensed against the leather straps keeping him firmly in place. She felt a glow spread out from between her legs as she watched his sexy abs flexing, felt the head swell in her grip. Tess and Sarah giggled, pinching the nipples with long fingernails. He whimpered, drawing noises of amused pleasure from the women. Steph looked behind her, at the two tables where their toys lay. The table closer by contained the usual instruments: candles, a selection of whips, a studded sound, nail files, violet wands, electric flyswatters, an electro-shock sound device, pinwheels. Then, on the farther table, the toys they used when they were feeling particularly nasty—and these days they almost always did. Beeswax candles, sandpaper, a higher-voltage electroshock machine complete with a sound, needles, a couple of soldering irons and a hair-straightener. She looked back from the implements of torture to its object. She marveled at the miracles anal of modern medicine as she slowly and deliberatly twisted her masturbation fingers up and down the Fucking head of the engorged sex organ. Once they'd be done with it, it'd be bruised, welted, burned, and quite possibly bleeding, but still as rock-hard as now. In between there, they'd make him cum hard against his will. Several times. Those restraints would sure get their use! Raven-haired Alessa came over to the other side from Steph and grabbed his balls. She caressed them, then gave a good squeeze so that he twitched with a muffled gasp. She smiled. Alessa liked playing with balls, and she didn't play fair. While his nipples and genitals were well tended to, Debbie, Alessa' aunt, her thick black hair done in a tight bun, walked over to the toys. Quietly humming to herself, she was going through the whips to pick one. She was the oldest of them, like fourty-five or so, and quite likely the most sadistic. They all were, of course, but she took extra sort of pleasure in the causing of pain itself, loved the act of hurting gay a helpless man. And with her taste in very young men, she was like the auntie from hell! She was the mastermind behind their operation, and its primary architect. She had the place, and had more or less designed all the torture methods they applied. The second most sadistic was no doubt young Sarah. That girl was a true connoisseur of the male physiology, amateur in spite of her age, a true expert in its most sensitive aspects. She loved to torture cocks. “Isn’t that cute,” sounded a voice very reminiscent of Rock. "Give head for a person on your right." Stacey took my hand and motioned me to take a seat…sitting directly in Fucking front of me, still holding my hand, “Ok, Kerri…do you mind if I call masturbation you Kerri?” Isobel gets back up amateur in furious anger and, standing over the two. We are now planning to have a party at our house, but not before we stock up on some more toys. Hector looked at me with a quizzical and seemingly disappointed look on his face, as he saw his new bitch arrive in the kitchen, dressed in anal joggers and a tee shirt. “You’re horrible Mom.” Jill smiled back. ‘wow how good does that feel’ I said ‘this is amazing’ and started to swim around. We moved to the kitchen. “Holy shit! When the window rolled down I bent down to see who I was going to be speaking with and I gay was met with two of the largest breasts that I had ever laid my eyes on. It should be close, it's right by the train station. But I recoil in disgust all the same, getting as far from the drop as I can on the ledge.