The morning seemed normal enough, with guests on the way Geena had been making herself busy in making sure everything was ready for their visit. However, as her checklist grew shorter, I could spy a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Mike! I need you here for a minute!”

I stand up and make my way around the corner to where she’s shouting from, then let out a yelp as I’m suddenly restrained, looking behind my shoulder I notice Geena had been laying in wait. Smirking to herself, she wraps something around my wrists, tightening it so I’m securely held in her arms.

“I’ve got a little costume idea for you~”

Her whispered toned sends a shiver down my spine. Geena then begins spinning me in place, wrapping a roll of fabric around my body as I was restricted more and more. After a few dizzying moments, she stops, stepping back as I struggle to stay on my feet, securely bound.

“Now you look like a mummy!”

She then takes a step forward, grabbing the back of my head and whispering against my ear again.

“But we both know that you’re really my good boy, aren’t you~?”

Her words fill my mind with perverse thoughts, emphasized as she begins cutting out segments out of the wraps around my mouth so I can breathe, then one around my crotch very carefully so my cock can hang free. Lastly, she spreads my cheeks and cuts out a hole for easy access to my hole.

Realizing what she has in mind for me in this state, I squeal as she pushes me onto the bed, then rummages through her draw for one of her strap-ons. As I lay there, heart beating out of my chest in anticipation, when she finally presses the lubed-dicked to my ass, I let out a final yelp before she shoves it inside of me.

From then on the room is filled with the loud smacking of our hips together, my mind reeling with each thrust as I’m soon turned into a moaning, whimpering mess. With my body still restrained, I could do nothing but squeal in response to each time Geena bottomed out her strap-on inside of me. As I can feel my cock straining against the sheets, dribbling a mess and staining them as Geena roughly handles me, I succumb to my arousal, feeling my orgasm grow.

As if sensing my pleasures, our guests make themselves known, ringing at our door to signify the end to our little scene together.

Hearing the doorbell, Geena reluctantly stops what she’s doing, giving me a quick kiss before guiding me into the living room and letting me collapse onto the sofa. I was still painfully aroused, my hole aching from her using me and still trying to hold back any idle whimpers as our guests came inside, Geena greeting them as they hung up their coats.

When they step into the living room, they can’t help but erupt into laughter, seeing my predicament and knowing exactly who put me in it.

“Wow Geena, you’re very creative with these things~”

Rachel seemed to take note of the idea, perhaps giving someone an eventful night down the line, but at the moment I was more focused on my own shame at being so exposed in front of both of them. Thankfully, Rachel takes one final look before inviting Geena onto the back deck so she can smoke and catch up with her.

As the girls leave, Oz makes himself look busy until they leave his sight, changing his demeanor as he suddenly looks down at me, lecherous intent in his eyes.

“Well well, fancy a little fun Mike?”

There was no way for me to audibly respond, anything from my mouth likely to come out as frenzied babbling, I simply shake my head, then watch as Oz drops to his knees beside me, his lips inches from my face as he whispers to me, not wanting to alert anyone.

“I’m going to milk you dry~”

There wasn’t any hesitation in his hand suddenly clasping around my shaft, a loud moan escaping my lips as he smirks down at me. I instinctively tried to avoid his gaze, but I could feel his mocking look burning against my skin.

“Oh, don’t shoot too quickly now~ We need to build you up!”

He was certainly taking my torment seriously, my strokes were painfully slow, despite my arousal it wasn’t enough to send me over the edge, even as my cock felt as if it was about to pop at the tension, my cum only continued building at my base as Oz continued laughing to himself, watching me squirm with each stroke. Despite those squirms, I’m not able to break free of my bindings, needing to somehow get away from his mischievous grip.

A few agonizing minutes go by, the room is filled with constant whimpers and moans from my lips as I squirm on the sofa, struggling against the wraps as he’s a simple action away from having me paint myself shamefully. Even with the pleasure emanating from my crotch, I tried desperately to shift him off of me, clenching my fists to try and fight back my urges.

Though it was useless, before long, there were no more chances for me to hold back, his pace having increased so much that I couldn’t even hope to imagine giving in anything else, his hand becoming a blur as he frantically milks me for my load.

“Go on you stud! Cum for me~!”

His encouragement was all I needed, feeling the tension at my base building up to a breaking point, precum soaking Oz’s hand, the lewd wet sounds of his hand sliding across my shaft echoed in the room. As my orgasm nears, Oz crawls closer to my cock, almost letting my tip touch his face as he breathes heavily against it, teasing me with the subtle sensation.

“20… 19… 18…”

Oz starts counting me down, not understanding at first, but as he continues I realize what he was asking. He wanted me to paint myself on command, to release all of my cum at once!

“6… 5… 4…”

It was coming, the intense pleasure overwhelming my mind, screaming out to finally erupt with my sticky load! His stroking becomes almost painful, the final few seconds drawing near… I have to hold back the pleasures as to not cum early, waiting for that final order before letting my lust take over.

“2… 1…”

Oz suddenly lets go, leaving me bucking my hips in the air desperately.

“Go on, cum for me~! Cum all over yourself!”

He can’t even try to hide the evil tone to his voice, knowing damn well what he had done. I was left on the absolute edge of orgasm, even his subtle breath against my skin would send me crashing over the edge, but nothing came…

It was an awfully evil act, leaving me there to suffer as he took it as his enjoyment. Though after a few moments of him savoring the sadistic act, Oz manages to regain his composure, sighing to himself as my cock had already started to soften in front of him.

“Well, I can’t rightly keep you waiting forever~”

With that, Oz leans forward again and allows my cock to grind in his hand, completely enveloping it with his fingers, my precum smearing across his skin as he lets me use his hand. I couldn’t deny my own pleasure by this point, even if his hand felt wrong to take enjoyment from, it was too much.

“Good! Use my hand like a fleshlight, you little stud!”

He doesn’t move, letting me pathetically piston my cock in his hand with an almost desperate whimper escaping my lips.

The sensations overwhelm me, everything has happened so suddenly that I’m not sure what to do. After what felt like hours of building up to this moment, my body is unsure as if it’s meant to let go, or even if it wanted to, it’s soon at the edge of orgasm again, but I can’t find my way over it. Looking down at his face, I remember his countdown, waiting for his order.

“20…19…18…”

It had started again, the sadistic countdown to pleasure that may not even come. As Oz leaned back, simply holding his hand in place for me to thrust into, a smile spread across his face.

“6…5…4…”

It was coming closer, and with it, Oz began stroking me slowly, speeding up as his count neared zero.

“3…2…1…”

That was it, the magic words I had been waiting to hear, somehow unlocking the pleasure I had been holding back this entire time.

“Give me your fucking load!”

Every muscle holding me back had let loose, the hatred at having my body used like this had melted away and I felt my cock begin twitching between his fingers. Oz quickly pulls back, eyeing my twitching dick as he squeezes it one last time, waiting for my first shot with an eagerness that he just can’t fake.

He slows down as I can feel my orgasm reaching its peak, my cock throbbing painfully from the amount of blood rushing to it as I can feel my cum flooding from my balls and up through my shaft. It’s almost painful as I feel my first load coming, pleasure washing over my body as a moderately disappointing first shot rockets from the tip of my dick.

It’s thick, but nowhere near what I was expecting, and as it shoots upwards, it lands unceremoniously across my face. Still gripping at my shaft, Oz continues milking my cock, watching as my pent-up load splatters across me.

Oz seems to share the disappointment from my load. It doesn’t last though, the second shot coming before the first can even finish staining the wraps around my face, easily four times as big, it practically sprays out of my cock. Oz lets out a gasp as his fingers loosen to allow the sudden flow to continue, the load eliciting a loud moan from my lips as it covers my body, soaking into the wraps cover me and making me shiver as the wet feeling sinks in.

“Wow.. you really wanted this, didn’t you?”

His look combined with his words urged on another shot, slightly less than before, but much more intense. His shocked eyes made my body tremble, and in return made me want to unload even more. It’s almost absurd how much cum covers my body.

“Don’t you fucking stop now. Paint your face, bitch!”

He can’t help but smile as I listen to his encouragement, a sense of inner-disgust that I can’t deny, but am unable to show as two more follow very closely together, Oz still enjoying the feeling of my cock throbbing between his fingers with each shot. At this point he begins stroking again, regaining a moderate sense of control, and coaxes another thick load to spurt from my dick, coming out in a thick stream that causes Oz to gasp again as it splatters loudly against my lips, audibly splattering across them as I struggle to avoid it slipping into my mouth.

Already it looks as if several orgasms were milked out of me, but I was still only riding out the single one I was allowed, but that wasn’t enough. Whether a separate orgasm is brought on by the situation, or simply the longest orgasm of my life, I can’t tell if I’m lost in bliss, but I don’t care either. The seventh shot painfully erupts from my cock, spreading a thick, white load into the puddle growing on my chest.

The feeling of each load bursting from my dick makes the next even more intense. The next shot is painful and easily the largest, my cock aches for a moment and as we both think it’s over, but an absolute torrent of cum erupts from my cock, causing my entire body to tremble.

It’s like a firehose of cum, eliciting a frantic moan from my lips as I can’t help to control it, instead spraying it madly across my chest as Oz frantically jerks my cock, painfully stroking me past my limit, effectively covering any clear spots on my body with my forced load.

As I’m left panting, the wraps of my outfit are thoroughly stained, soaked completely with cum, I hear the sound of footsteps from beside me, Geena and Rachel entering the room together.

“Oz! Come on, leave Mike alone!”

She practically shoos Oz away from me, frog-marching him into our bedroom.

“You promised to get our spreader-bar set up, let’s go!”

And with that, Geena had saved me, albeit a bit late, from Oz’s clutches. For a few moments, I’m left to simply lay there, gasping as I struggle to recover from my ordeal, the mental fatigue of being at the mercy of another man was overwhelming, but then another thought dawns on me.

Rachel lunges her hand down onto my wraps, now left alone together, she tears a section away and shoves it between my lips, forcing me to taste my own load as she then rolls me over on the sofa, pulling the wraps aside to expose my ass.

Wordlessly, as if lost in a lust-filled trance, Rachel begins an endless flurry of spanks across my ass, my muffled screams of pain not only stifled by the wraps, but absorbed by the cushion my face has been pushed into.

The fiery sting doesn’t relent for a moment, my cheeks constantly assaulted by Rachel’s palm striking them. For a moment, I swear I could hear a subtle giggling escaping her lips as she mercilessly spanks me, reddening my cheeks within seconds, my restrained body fighting for freedom as she ignores my struggles.

The worst part was that as the pain only grew, burning across my cheeks, emphasized with each successive smack across them, I felt my own pleasure building between my legs. My cum-covered cock was stiffening with each slap, and I soon felt a similar burning sensation urging me to idly hump the cushions, which I couldn’t resist. As Rachel continued letting out all of her pent-up frustrations on my poor ass, I was grinding my slick cock against the soft cushion, desperate for stimulation, but even more desperate for release.

My screams turned to moans, growing louder with each spank Rachel delivered across my ass. Whether from sheer luck, or taking notice of the sound of my ass being smacked reaching our bedroom, Geena comes out and realizes what she had done.

Leaving me alone with Rachel was a mistake, one that she realized much too late as she made her way across the room, placing her hand firmly on Rachel’s shoulder to stop her.

“What are you doing?! I can’t leave you alone for a minute with you getting yourself into trouble, Mike…”

Her lament over the ordeals I had been through was genuine, and she grabbed at my torso to roll me over, letting me breathe again. Unbeknownst to her, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from desperately humping the cushions, feeling my orgasm close in after being assaulted so roughly, I tried to scream out to stop her. Not understanding what I meant, Geena flips me over, giving both of the girls a show as my dick spasmed in the air, erupting a shameful load across my stomach as I’m sent over the edge.

Now on my back, I’m forced to look up at Geena’s judging gaze and Rachel’s smug face.

“See? I knew he’d like it~”

It was more that my body was overwhelmed, but Rachel took her victory and left to join Oz in the other room, leaving Geena to comfort me. She stays with me for a few minutes, before wiping my face down and pulling the gag from my lips, letting me breathe easy and finally slump back into the sofa, exhausted.