Sadistic Stripper Pt. 03

[Warning: This story involves intense cuckolding, cbt and degradation. It does NOT have any direct male-to-male physical contact. But a sadistic woman with an imagination can use one man to degrade another in so many other ways...]

She closed the door behind her as she left her bedroom, leaving me alone. It was still dark outside, but the room was still lit dimly by candles and now I noticed that moonlight had started to stream in through the translucent window shades. I looked for a clock, but there wasn't one. From the time I drove her home from the strip club, I guessed that 3 hours had passed. That made it about two in the morning.

I heard her muffled voice outside the bedroom door. Then the door opened, and her boyfriend stood in the doorway, without entering. He seemed to be in his thirties, about 6 feet and bulky. The epitome of a jock. He looked at me, lying naked on my back, arms and ankles handcuffed to the bed. He seemed slightly annoyed, but not surprised, making me think he was somewhat used to this sort of thing. I could feel my cock -- which until that moment had been erect -- rapidly softening.

"I'm sorry?" I said. It came out like a question. His only response was to look away from me and let his eyes float around the room, as if I hadn't said anything. As if I wasn't there.

She sidled up next to him in the doorway, naked, about 8 inches shorter than him in her bare feet. "Go get me some wine baby" she said, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he disappeared.

She approached the bed and stood over me. "He's not very bright. And not at all verbal. But he has a big cock and he pays the rent."

I'm not even slightly bi-curious, so I wanted to draw a line in the sand. But before I could speak, she read my mind. "He's not bi. He won't touch you, or allow you to touch him. But he'll be useful in other ways."

"What other ways?" I asked with trepidation.

"Things that will make you uncomfortable and disgust you, but secretly turn you on. And that discovery will humiliate you." My cock started to harden again. She saw it and smiled. "See, it's already happening."

She climbed into the bed, on her hands and knees, hovering directly over my body. She brought her mouth close to mine, as if she were about to kiss me. I could feel her hot breath on my face as she whispered: "He's going to fuck me from behind on this bed while my body is hovering over yours just like this. You and I will have eye contact the entire time."

Okay, the idea of that was hot, but this was getting even weirder.

"And just so you know, my young pussy is incredibly tight. Even for my age, it's unusually tight. He loves fucking me so much -- when I let him -- that he'll do whatever I tell him to do."

My cock got harder just imagining what it would feel like to be inside her young, tight body.

"Just think," she said, "How much you're going to suffer knowing the heavenly pleasure he's feeling as I grip the length of his cock with my tight cunt. Because the more pleasure he feels, the more pain I'm going to give you."

For emphasis, she reached down and gave my balls what might have been a gentle squeeze, but after all I'd been through, it felt like a vice grip. I let out a yelp.

"Look," I said, "you're incredibly hot, and this has been an amazing experience. But I don't think my balls can take anymore. And it's getting late. I have to be in my office tomorrow morning, so..."

My protest seemed only to amuse her. She stretched an arm across the bed to reach the nightstand drawer. One of her breasts grazed my face. I wanted to lick it, but wasn't sure how she'd react. Then I saw she had a ball gag in her hand. "He will need to pretend you're not here, so we can't have you distracting him by talking."

"Wait, no, I really do have to--"

But she cut me off by shoving the large rubber ball into my mouth, then attached the strap behind my head, tight. I could feel it press against the corners of my lips and it hurt. But in spite of any concerns I had, or the discomfort I was feeling, the idea of seeing this hot young stripper get fucked in front of me was turning me on.

Her boyfriend came back into the bedroom and handed her a glass of red wine. He just stood there, not looking at me at all, waiting for her next command. She was still straddling my body, with one hand on the bed and the other holding the glass. She took a sip of the wine, swallowed some, and dribbled the rest onto my face. It burned my eyes and nose.

Then she turned to her boyfriend. "Take of your clothes and come over here by the bed, Shaun."

Shaun eagerly removed his shirt and jeans. He was no fool: If this is what it took to make his girlfriend want to fuck him, then he was all in. He pulled down his briefs. His cock, only semi-hard, was twice as large as mine, even when mine is erect. He stood next to the bed and she swung her leg over me to sit on the edge of the bed facing him. I could feel the tops of her ass cheeks making contact with my hip. That contact, alone, was making me hard.

"Watch" she mouthed to me, and I craned my neck sideways to see her take another sip of wine and drool it onto his cock. Then she extended her tongue and circled it around the head. He groaned, and his cock quickly became erect. She was right: It was huge, thick and long. She continued circling the head, alternately flattening and sharpening her tongue to give him a variety of sensations.

Then she twisted her body toward me, put her mouth next to my ear, and whispered softly, too softly for him to hear, "You'll never feel my tongue on your cock. Isn't that sad?" She went back to tonguing him for a while, then took as much of him as she could down her throat and made gurgling sounds. She pulled her head back, caught her breath, then turned to me again and spit on my face. The spit was slimy and had a masculine musky smell that I did not like at all. My nose and eyes scrunched up with revulsion.

She leaned down toward my ear again and whispered softly, "Get used to me doing things to you that you hate."

She went back to his cock, stroking the lower part of the shaft with her hand while sucking and tonguing the upper half. This time, when she came up for air, she turned to my mid-section and spit a wad of slimy saliva onto my now fully-erect dick. She stroked it up and down with her hand, sending an electric charge up my body. I got harder still. Once again, her mouth to my ear: "That spit was all over his cock, and now it's on your cock. You hate that. But you love what I'm doing. So confusing."

She continued stroking me. I began thrusting my body in rhythm to her hand. Then, sensing I might be close to cumming, she smashed her fist into my already-aching balls, causing such intense pain that I wished they were no longer attached to my body. She wagged her finger at me, and the message was clear: She wanted me hard and turned on, but I was not allowed to cum. I groaned.

She set her wine glass on the nightstand and got back on all fours, straddling my body, her face directly above mine, her knees on each side of my hips. She turned to Shaun. "Get behind me and fuck me. Now."

I couldn't look at him -- that would have been too awkward. But I felt the mattress quake as he brought his thick heavy body onto the bed, kneeling behind her. Her light blue eyes bore down into mine, and I stared back, wide-eyed. It was a strange intimacy, almost as if we were the only two in the room. But then her eyes closed for just a second, and I could tell he had entered her. She opened her eyes again, and her breathing quickened and she brought her face closer to mine so I could feel and smell her breath. The familiar vanilla scent was now mixed with acrid wine and cock. Forbidden. Nasty.

I felt her hand reach down, isolate my right testicle, and surround it with her hand. At this point, even a light grip would have been painful, but she clearly didn't care. She pressed a finger into that one testicle and my scream was barely perceptible around the ball gag.

She brought her mouth right onto my ear, bit my earlobe, and then whispered breathily, "He's... so... deep... inside... me... it... makes ... me... want... to... hurt... you... even... more." She moved her finger to another spot on my testicle and pressed in again. I wanted to tell her I couldn't' take any more, not on that one side, but all I could do was scream into the ball gag. "Can you imagine... how good... this feels for him?" she whispered in my ear as she continued moving that finger to new locations on that testicle and pressing hard. The more he thrust into her, the more she moved from spot to spot with that her finger as a weapon. She seemed to know that staying with that one ball made it that much worse.

The pain was so intense that I lost my erection. She noticed. "Wait" she said to Shaun as she pushed him out of her. He was disappointed but he complied. "I need some more wine," she said. He reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed the glass off the nightstand, and headed out of the bedroom.

When he was out of earshot, she turned back to me. "Okay bitch, I need you to stay hard while he's fucking me. When you're hard, you can take more pain." As I made protest noises into the ball gag, she lowered her wet pussy to my cock. No, she didn't let me enter her; she just rubbed her pussy back and forth along the length of my shaft, making it slippery.

"Shaun wouldn't be happy if he saw me doing this, but I think it will do the trick." She was right. The thought that my cock was covered with the wetness from her forbidden cunt made me stiff again. She could feel it."

"Oh, and you should know: When Shaun is finished and he leaves the room, I'm going to make you do something you're REALLY going to hate. Let that thought marinate in your brain for now."

Before I could think about what this meant, Shaun was back. He handed her a full glass of wine. She took a sip and put it on the nightstand. "Get back on the bed and fuck me and don't stop until you cum inside me."

He had no problem complying. Once again, he lumbered onto the bed and entered her from behind as she and I locked eyes. He began thrusting, more intense than before, jostling the bed even more, and it was clear he wouldn't last very long.

She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want you staring into my pretty eyes at the exact moment he cums inside me." She surrounded my balls with one hand. She'd covered the whole area with so much wetness from her pussy that her fingers slid around, forcing my testicles to move violently around inside my sack, creating a new kind of pain. Then she isolated that right testicle again. "Ah, there it is," she whispered. "You'll know the exact moment because I'll push my fingernails into this one ball of yours and I won't let go until he's finished shooting."

His thrusts grew harder now. I stared into her blue eyes. She stared back. It was terrifyingly intimate. Her breathing grew hard again. A cruel smile formed on her lips. I began to think she was as excited about what she was going to do to me as she was about her boyfriend cumming inside her.

More hard breathing, more intense staring, more thrusting from Shaun. One last deep thrust and...

A brief moment of respite. Then he groaned. Her smile widened and -- still staring at me -- she pulled that one ball away from my body and dug her fingernails in deep. I felt a hot searing pain on my ball sack combined with that deep throbbing testicular pain, all the worse because it was focused on that one ball. She maintained her grip as he continued to shoot jets of semen deep inside her. "Take it," she mouthed silently, staring into my eyes with sadistic cruelty as the pain shot all the way up my body, making me nauseous and causing my head to spin. When she dug her nails in even harder, I screamed into the ball gag. Finally she released her grip.

I was crying now. Whimpering like a hurt animal, with tears pooling in my eyes. In my suffering I might have heard her say something to Shaun about leaving the room, I can't be sure. But when I was finally able to look around the room, the two of us were alone. "Making you cry is such a turn on," she said, matter-of-factly. "I think you're about to cry even more."

She rose up on her knees, her upper torso towering above me on the bed. I looked up from below, at the undersides of her breasts with her beautiful face above them. As my eyes floated down her body I saw that she was holding her hand against her pussy. Preventing his cum from escaping.

Oh no, I thought. She's not going to make me do THAT.

She must have seen the terror in my face. "Oh yes," she said.