With nasty grins, the ladies started to trail their hands, their fingers, their nails, all around the naked flesh of their beautiful victim. Caressing, stroking, squeezing, pinching. Enjoying his reactions. His shaved, muscular body tensed at their touch and he whimpered softly into his gag. Reesha ran her hand up the boy's thigh, raked her long nails across his smooth scrotum, then wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard cock. His breathing intensified as she squeezed the thick sex organ, sliding her hand up. Smiling, she peeled back the foreskin, and the boy twitched. He then went all rigid, breathing in whimpers, as she began to play with the exposed head with the fingertips and nails of her other hand. Supremely sensitive! After a while, she started to slowly stroke the oil-slick organ with both hands. The boy moaned. He did have the perfect cock! Long enough for two hands to wrap around the shaft and thick so that it filled them nicely. A large head that was very well shaped, inviting to explore its dimensions. Tonight the ladies would be exploring that beautiful cock very carefully. And very painfully! Those unforgiving restraints keeping him utterly helpless. He might not have been a virgin, and had already been enjoyed by dozens of ladies, his cock shaved mouth and ass used and abused in abandon. But he had not been properly tortured yet. He did not know how profoundly his sexuality could be violated and assaulted. Tonight he would begin to learn. He was a in highly receptive state for such a lesson. As was usual with torture sessions, three kinds of Elixirs had been administered to him. The main kind to set up the state principal to the Art: a supreme sense of invasive arousal, mixed with a gripping sense of dread and small much increased sensitivity everywhere in the body but especially in the erogenous zones. The second one, a variation of the first concoction, was there to increase penile sensitivity even further (it was, after all, largely the penis through which the boy pov suffered for his owners: the center of his sexuality and therefore his soul). The third one, administered by tits rubbing it under his nostrils, was meant to keep him from passing out as the pain increasingly intensified. The boy was to feel in fullness whatever his mistresses intended for him. Overall, the Elixirs served to generate a state of great (albeit greatly disturbing) involuntary arousal and sensitivity and vulnerability, in which all treatment he received became nothing but torture. Both physical and spiritual. One purpose, though by far not the only one, of torture sessions was to make the boy anal fear them. He would do anything to not have to go through another, and so would serve to the best of his ability, even while enduring milder abuse. I let out a gasp as I felt something wet and warm poke my butthole, what I could only assume was Angela’s tongue. My mouth was wet. shaved That’s fair right?”. Everyone was slow to leave with several girls coming by my desk to say how much they enjoyed the class and were looking forward to future sessions. From here, I can get some strong and ripe scents, and I begin to wonder when he showered last, or how many times today has he farted. Rigal shouted even as pov he felt a ripping sensation within his self. I was too horny to wait to get home. Jim does so everyone does.” tits Maddie shouted “I’m 20 and I anal don’t know anything about having sex, I’m a loser! The gate agent looks up at me small a little startled. “I do care for him, for him and you.”