(So a long time ago, some unknown author wrote a great story about a first-world island which was completely and totally women-dominated. The idea stuck with me, so here's a short story in that universe...)
Adjusting
“So
how are you two adjusting?” Brittany giggled, crossing her bare
legs on Elle’s couch. “With all the changes?” The slim
brunette was dressed for a night out on the town: shimmery
spaghetti-strap top and short shorts that showed off nearly all of
her smooth, tanned legs.
“Well
it wasn’t such a big change for me,”
Elle laughed, sipping her iced drink. The taller athletic blonde
was dressed for a Friday night at home: casual t-shirt, jeans, bare
feet. “New job, same field. For Brad,
however, moving to a country that doesn’t let men wear any clothes
at all...”
“Is
a little humiliating?” Brittany laughed. “Some boys love it, you
know. Finally being able to show off their bits to every cute girl
they meet!”
Elle
snorted. “No, Brad’s definitely gone the other
way. He hasn’t left the apartment since we got to the island!”
The
twenty-seven-year-old
brunette looked quizzically around the small flat. “Really? I
thought he’d gone for a run or something...”
“Hell
no! He’s been hiding in the bedroom ever since I told him you were
coming over!”
“You
mean he’s right over-”
Brittany spun and leaned over her side of the couch, to yell at the
closed bedroom door just a few feet away. “Come on out BRAD!”
she giggled. “I PROMISE
I won’t laugh!”
There
was a pause, then a muffled reply from the other side.
“I’m
good! Thanks!”
Now
his girlfriend laughed too. “Brad! Seriously, come out here!
You’re just being silly!”
“Just...
give me some more time!”
“If you don’t open that door right now, I’m inviting
Brit to stay over all weekend,” Elle said. “Then she’ll
get to see you do so many
more humiliating things up close and perso-”
The door jerked open just a crack, a blushing young man barely
peeking his head out the gap. “Elle, please! This is humiliating
enough already! To be stripped and shaved at the airport, totally
naked for cab ride here-”
“The shaving’s my favorite part,” Brittany giggled to her
friend. “You can take away all of a man’s clothes, but taking
away all of his body hair is what really makes him feel like a kid again.”
“It was barbaric! A violation of my rights!”
“You knew what you were getting into,” his girlfriend chuckled,
“agreeing to move with me to a totally female-run island for a year.”
“I bet he didn’t,” Brittany giggled, slowly
twirling her crossed foot in the air. “It’s a little different
than the pamphlets, isn’t it Brad? To be kept totally
naked 24/7, like a helpless little boy at the beach?”
The
naked man blushed harder, making eye contact with the clothed woman
for the first time. Her sparkly top was really just a sparkly front-
he could see her bare back and the sides of her small, pert breasts
as she leaned away from the couch. And her legs looked so tanned and
toned, all the way down to her slim, nude feet and painted toes-
“Look,
Brittany,” he swallowed, still hiding behind the door, “it’s
nothing personal, but-”
The
brunette leaned over and stage whispered to her friend. “Is his
penis really that
small?
You always told me he had a smaller than average cock, but is it
really so tiny
that he's ashamed to be seen by other adult women-"
“It's
not that!” Brad blurted out, making both women laugh.
“Get
out here then,” Elle said, sipping her drink. “We’re in our
own apartment, for goodness sake! And it’s just Brittany.”
“Yeah
Brad,” the smaller woman giggled, slowly twirling her bare foot
with its hot pink painted toenails again. “It’s just me.”
Brad
gulped, looking at his girlfriend again. “Elle, please!”
“You
know you’re basically my property here, right?” the blonde
laughed. “I could tie you up with a leash and collar in the
backyard
for the entire
apartment complex to see, and the
police wouldn’t stop me- they’d help
me!”
“Oh
jeez, come on-”
“I
could sign you up to model in a high school sketch class all
semester and make you swallow you two Viagra before you left every
morning,” she laughed, watching his face. “So you’d be trapped
naked and helpless in a tiny room full of mean, giggling, under-aged
girls with your silly boner rock hard
and untouchable all day-”
“Elle,
shit!”
“You
could deny his orgasms,” Brittany giggled. “You know that,
right? He’s not even allowed to pop off here unless you say so!
It’s not enforced much unless the woman insists, but if you ever
wanted to stop Brad from playing with himself-”
“They
can't do that!” he gasped.
“They
can!”
Brittany laughed back. “The police have these little curved cages
they lock around naughty boys’ dicks, to keep them from getting
hard. The comfy ones are made of plastic or maybe a stiff rubber.”
She smiled at him again. “But I’m partial to the too-tight
metal ones...”
“That’s
perfect!" Elle laughed, slapping her knee. "Okay Brad,
unless you get out here on the couch and say hello to our old friend
Brittany in three
seconds,
you’re getting some shiny new metal jewelry for your cock! And
then no masturbating for a solid month!"
"Elle!"
"Three!
Two-”
Both
women laughed as a very naked, very red-faced man bolted out of the
bedroom to dive onto the couch next to his girlfriend, as far away as
possible from the laughing brunette.
“Wow!
That was fast!” Brittany giggled. “You must play yourself a
LOT, huh Brad?”
“NO!”
“Oh?”
Elle said. “Then maybe I should make that rule anyway? Okay, no
masturbation for you for one month then-”
“Elle!”
Both
girls laughed as the boy blushed even harder, barely keeping his
naked crotch covered with both hands.
His
girlfriend smirked. “Tell Brittany you’re sorry for making her
wait.”
“I’m...
sorry for making you wait!”
The
brunette laughed, a hand over her mouth. “Don’t worry about it,
sexy. Good to see
you again!” She leisurely looked over
the blushing, naked man covering himself
just feet from her. “You look good- have
you been working out?”
Brad’s
throat was as dry as the Sahara, but Elle elbowed him meaningfully in
the ribs and he somehow croaked: “I guess!”
Elle
was still shaking her head at her embarrassed, nude boyfriend. “This
could take some getting used to.”
“It
always does,” Brittany giggled. “He’s uh, still covering
himself, by the way.”
“So
he is!” Elle laughed, looking down at the blushing man’s crotch.
“Brad, if you don’t relax and uncover yourself in front of
Brittany like a real
Peternian man, I can easily make it two
months without masturbation for you.”
“Elle,
please!”
“Just
try me, Brad!”
Brad
looked in his girlfriend’s firm, unwavering eyes, then swallowed
hard and slowly moved his hands away from his hairless crotch.
To
let his three-quarters stiff dick spring out.
“Oh
wow!” Brittany howled. “Good to see you
too, Brad!”
Elle
was rubbing her forehead. “Oh Jesus, Brad- really?”
The
blushing boy couldn’t cover his dick, and now couldn’t hide his
quickly growing arousal either. “No! It’s just... I can’t
help it!”
“Yeah,
a lot of new movers seem to have that problem,” Brittany giggled,
stretching her tanned, bare legs out on the ottoman.
“Especially around me.”
“Well
Brad better get his ‘little problem’ under control,” Elle said,
raising an eyebrow at him. “And fast.”
“Elle,
I’m trying!” the boy gasped, even as his stiff erection continued
getting stiffer right in front of the
women.
Brittany
giggled again,
then turned to face her friend. “So! How’s the new job going?”
“Well,
it’s pretty incredible,” Elle said, still chuckling at Brad’s
exposed and hardening
erection. “To be able to head
up a major university’s quantum
computing department? I’d be waiting twenty
years for
that chance like that back home. And I get to work with ALL the top
women in my field!”
“And
the pay is good?”
“Only
like three times what I’d make in industry. Brit, I don’t know
they afford it!”
Brad
couldn’t believe the girls could just casually talk like this,
while he was totally naked and hard right next to them! And to make
it worse, Brittany’s legs were right in the center of his view,
visible no matter where in the room he tried to look. Her lean
thighs, her tight calves, her slim feet with their perfectly painted
toenails...
Brad
grunted as his cock got even harder.
“That
better have been for me,”
Elle coughed,
raising an eyebrow at him again.
“It
is!” he gasped, tearing his eyes away from Brittany’s feet.
“I mean- Elle, I can’t
help it!”
“That’s
what all little boys say,” Brittany giggled. “Oh, Elle, here’s
a Peternian Life Tip: don’t walk by a middle school in any kind of
short skirt or high heels, unless you want to get every boy out at
recess spanked for unauthorized erections at school!”
Brad’s
girlfriend frowned at him. “Well I’d expect my
man to have a little
more control around women than some twelve year-old with his first
hard-on!”
Brad’s
face was fully red. “Elle, I’m sorry! I can’t really control
it!”
Elle
sighed, then nodded. “It's okay honey. I guess I'll just have to
control it for you then.”
And
just as casually as she would grab a soda out of the fridge, she
reached down and grabbed his straining erection.
“ELLE!”
He
tried to jump away, but she yanked
him back down.
“You
pull away and it’s two months in chastity!” she barked
as Brittany died of laughter across the couch, watching the
struggling Brad being held in place by his dick. “You get off this
couch and I'm locking you in one of those tight steel cages for two
months! And
giving Brittany the key on the weekends when I’m not around, to do
whatever the hell she wants with you!”
The
brunette pumped her fist. “Sweet! I've always wanted a naked
chaste butler cleaning
my apartment!”
The
shaking man forced himself to sit back down on the couch next to his
fully clothed girlfriend, who still held him firmly by his hard cock.
“Elle,
please!” he gasped, shivering as her hand gripped his naked
erection. “This
is humiliating!”
“As
humiliating as you not being able to control your dick around my best
friend from college?”
“I
can control it! Just let me go into the bedroom and-” She
silenced him with a hard squeeze to his shaft. “Ooof!”
“Can
you believe,” Elle said, turning again to her still-giggling
friend, “that I saw a woman jerking her husband off on the subway,
on my first day here? She was just sitting there, checking her phone
and holding his hard-on like this, like it was nothing! And when she
started stroking him off, none of the other female riders on the
train even said anything!”
“Yeah,
that’s a pretty common sight in Peternia,” Brittany giggled,
watching Brad's panic grow. “Did she make him cum, or just keep
him hard the entire ride?”
“Cum!
Right into a handkerchief!”
“Sometimes
the woman needs to ‘empty’ her man before they go to a fancy
restaurant, or their daughter’s ballet recital, somewhere that
erections would be really inappropriate,” Brittany giggled, then
met Brad’s eyes. “But most
mothers just throw their sons over their lap and spank
their inappropriate little boners
away. That’s what I’d do.”
“Oh
god!” Brad gasped, making both women giggle.
“So
you wouldn’t mind if I helped Brad out a little?” Elle laughed,
feeling her boyfriend’s cock pulsing in her hand. “Right now?”
“Fine
with me,” Brittany laughed, then winked at the horribly
blushing naked man. “It probably won't
even take a minute.”
Brad
almost jumped out of his skin as he felt his girlfriend’s hand
start moving up and down his shaft in a
very practiced motion. “Elle! You
can’t be serious!”
“Now
Brad, I don’t want you embarrassing us with these lewd boner around
Brittany all the time,” Elle chuckled, speeding
up her strokes. “I’ll just empty you
real quick and then we’ll order some takeout, okay?”
He
was trying to climb away as best he could
without breaking her ‘stay on couch’
rule. “NO! Not in front of HER!”
“Brad,
you’re either cumming right now, in front of Brit, or I mean it- I
won’t let you masturbate, or cum, or even touch
me for the next two months straight!”
she laughed, stroking even faster. “Hell, let’s make it three!”
“I
change my vote, I change my vote!” Brittany squealed, waving her
hands in the air. “Let’s do the three months of denial! If I
had a cutie boyfriend like Brad I’d want him desperate, aching and
blue-balled for me all the time too!”
“Hmmm,
now I hadn’t thought of that,”
Elle laughed, breaking rhythm just before Brad would have spurted all
over his chest. She gave him three fast strokes then two slow ones,
keeping him off balance. “Having him hard and pining away for me
all day while I’m at work? Eager as a little puppy when I got
home, his boner always stiff and ready for petting...” She grinned
at her red-faced boyfriend. “Sounds like a pretty good life, eh
Brad?”
He
was seconds away from cumming! “NO!”
She
laughed, then stopped
her strokes just a few seconds before the red faced man would have
spurted. “Sit tight, Brad, I’ve
got to think about this one.”
He
gasped in relief, until her hand started
stroking again a second later, just
much
more
loosely. “But I promise you’ll
know about my decision right when Brittany does.”
“Elle!”
She
was still stroking, and he was already so close!
Ignoring
the panicked man, Elle relaxed into the couch, stretching her long,
jean-clad legs onto the ottoman just
as Brittany had. “So how’s the Italian food here? Any better
than back home?”
“Oh,
loads better!” Brittany giggled, also pretending to ignore the
naked, squirming Brad. “There’s this great
little bistro on 45th
I’ve got to take you to sometime.”
“Want
to go Tuesday night? I get off work early.”
“Oh,
I can’t, I’ve got Pilates Tuesday.”
Brad
gasped. This was crazy! He
was getting slowly stroked towards the biggest orgasm of his life in
front of two giggling women, and neither of them were even looking at
him!
“Elle...”
But a quick hard squeeze to his cock made him shut his mouth again.
“Ahh!”
“Well,
how about next Friday night?” Brittany giggled, still only looking
at the blonde. “Then we can really
have some fun.”
Elle
lengthened her
strokes. “Oh? How’s
that?”
“We
could both dress up in sexy clubbing clothes and go to this great new
dance place on 47th
after. They throw foam parties every Friday night- Elle, they’re
hot hot HOT!”
“Why?”
“Well
it’s warm, clean foam and it just slides
all down your body like a big, wet tongue,” Brittany shivered,
actually ignoring the squirming Brad now. “And all the girls
dancing inside- I told you it was only girls, right? The boys have
to be tied up outside- anyway, all the girls dancing inside are
pressed SO close, we’re just like, grinding
against one another. It’s run by women of course and the drinks
are half off if you’re hot, so last time me and my girlfriends got
so
wasted we started just throwing
off our clothes when the DJ really got going and then we were all
totally naked and covered in foam and just grinding our wet, drunk
bodies against one another to the beat and
letting our hands go anywhere they wanted-”
“Oh
FUCK!” Brad cried, but Elle had already let go of his shaking
dick.
“Don’t
you dare
cum, Brad! You cum and I’m locking your cock up for three
months!”
Brad
roared, his butt arching off the couch while his white-knuckled
fingers dug into the leather cushions. “ARRGHHHH! ELLE!”
“Three
months!” she
yelled. “I MEAN it!”
He
clenched his PC muscles as hard as he possibly could, his neck
straining, his cock shaking, untouched, about to explode-
-before
he fell heavily back against the sofa, panting. But with all his cum
still inside him.
“You
are so
lucky, Mister!” Elle said, frowning as she wiped her hand off on
her jeans. “If you had cum without my permission, while imagining
Brittany and all her girlfriends naked and dancing- you’d better
believe I’d lock up your cock for half a year!”
Brad
could barely talk- his pulse was pounding
in his ears, his cock as painfully hard as it could get, his balls
about to burst! “Elle- I’m sorry! I... couldn’t... help it!”
“I
guess it’s sort of my fault,” Brittany giggled. “Sometimes I
forget that little boys can’t handle adult
stories.” She winked at him. “Sorry Bradley.”
“Brad,
why don't you go cool down a little?” Elle said, still frowning.
She pointed across the apartment. “Go get me a refill from the
kitchen. Sangria and ice. Hurry!” She snapped her fingers,
making the blushing man jump. “You want anything, Brit?”
“Sangria
and ice sounds great,” Brittany giggled, watching Brad race into
the kitchen, his thick, painfully hard hard-on leading the way.
“And
no touching yourself while you do it!” Elle called after him, then
shook her head. “I'm sorry about that, Brit...”
“Don't
be! It was
sorta hot, seeing him all helpless and turned
on like that...” she giggled, leaning
around the couch to
catch a peek of Brad’s
ass as he prepared their drinks, his front pressed tightly against
the kitchen counter. “I mean, he
was so reserved back in college- we could never even get him to talk
about sex, remember?”
“Yeah,”
Elle laughed. “Even after three years of dating, he wouldn’t
even sleep in the nude next to me most
nights. But now he has no choice!”
“That’s
why I love new movers! After
a while, most Peternian men get so used
to nudity, they barely get embarrassed by their cocks anymore,”
Brittany sighed. “So enjoy these first few months while you can!”
“Somehow,
I don’t think Brad will ever get ‘used to’ getting uncontrolled
hard-ons around you.”
“I
sure hope not!”
The
blonde laughed too, slowly shaking her
head. “So, do you have a boyfriend out
here yet, Brit? I didn’t think you’d be the type of girl to get
tied down.”
“Oh
trust me- if I take a boy home, he’s
definitely the one getting tied down!” the smaller girl said,
and both women laughed again. Brittany shook her head. “I’ve
got a few booty calls I hit from time to time, but nothing too
serious. And if I’m really having a dry patch, one of the married
girls from the office lets me borrow their husband for a night. A
few hours of sitting on his face and suddenly I feel a lot better!”
Elle
almost coughed out the
last of her
drink. “Really?”
Brittany
tilted her head. “You know that most women on the island share
lovers, right? And what woman cares if her man gets a few hours of
extra practice pleasing women with his tongue?”
“Wow.
That’s, uh, really trusting.”
“Not
really,” the brunette giggled. “Since all the girls in my office
know that I’d never, ever
let one of their hubbies pop off when they’re with me!”
“Never?”
“Of
course not,” the brunette laughed. “The closest I’ll let them
get is humping my carpet while they suck my toes and I vibrate myself
silly in front of them. And then it’s back into their metal cock
cage for a long blue ride home!”
Elle
laughed out loud. “Really!”
Brittany
held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor!”
Elle
laughed again, then more quietly to herself, so that Brad couldn’t
hear. “Really...”
And
after thinking to herself for another quiet moment, Elle extended her
legs to take up the spot on her side of the couch where Brad had been
sitting.
So
that when he turned the corner out of the kitchen, two large drinks
in his hands, he froze between them, looking over the vastly
reduced seating choices.
“Um...”
Elle
stretched
out her hand to grab her refill. “I’ll take that honey, thanks.”
He swallowed, still standing in front of the L-shaped couch, nude
with a drink in his hand. “Um, can you move over a little?”
“Don’t
be rude Brad. Why don’t you go
sit next to Brittany for a bit?”
“But-”
“Sit
next to Brittany for a while,” Elle laughed, watching her
boyfriend’s reaction. His cock which had gone half soft while he
prepared the drinks, was twitching harder again. “In fact, I order
you to.”
“Come
on cutie,” Brittany laughed, scooting over and patting the cushions
next to her. “I don’t bite!”
He
blushed, still frozen between the two smirking girls, nude and
getting harder. “Elle!”
“Brad,
I order
you to sit next to Brittany,” Elle said. “Or I’m buying a
chastity belt and locking away your orgasms. Tonight.”
The
blood was draining from his face. “But... why?!”
Elle
just sipped her drink and laughed. “Because I say so.”
“Oh
god, oh god-”
Brittany
laughed as a nervous Brad started approaching her end of the couch,
his chest expanding and contracting a little faster as he blushed and
sat down, their legs touching.
“Oh
relax, it’ll
be just like Freshman year Chem all over
again,” Brittany laughed, taking her drink before he
spilled it. “Except this time I’ll going to borrow a little more
than your pen.”
And
just like Elle had, she casually reached down to grab Brad’s
hardening cock.
“HEY!”
“Don’t
you dare get off that couch Brad!” his girlfriend laughed. “Or
it’s three
months in chastity! Guaranteed!”
“Oh
GOD!” he gasped as the smaller girl held him there by his quickly
hardening dick just like Elle had.
He
hadn’t felt another hand on his cock besides Elle’s in almost
three years! And Brittany’s touch was so
different that his girlfriend’s, lighter and more playful as she squeezed and
explored his hardness, feeling every ridge and curve as
he stiffened in her fingers-
“OH
GOD!”
Brittany giggled to her friend, still squeezing Brad's cock harder. “You
sure you don’t mind, Elle? You two are still so new here...”
For
her part, Elle’s heart was beating faster too. “No. We’ve got
to adapt to local customs, Brit. As long as you keep to your
rule.”
The
brunette tilted her head. “My rule? Oh yeah,” she giggled, then
winked at the other woman. “Scout’s honor.”
She
turned to the gasping man next to her. “So Brad, happy you moved
to Peternia yet?” She laughed and gave him three
fast strokes.
“OH
FUCK!”
“He's
responsive, I like that,” Brittany laughed as Brad squirmed next
to her. “Like driving a cute little
sports car!”
“Jeez!”
She
giggled and slowed her strokes, turning to
the other woman. “So have you guys made
plans for the Fourth yet? With all the Americans around, it’s as
big a deal here as it is back in the States.”
“Really?”
Elle giggled. “With fireworks and everything?”
“Oh,
there’ll be plenty of fireworks,” Brittany laughed as Brad bucked
in her stroking hand.
“Oh
Jesus!”
“Hush
Brad,” Elle chided. “You were saying, Brit?”
“Well,
have you ever seen three rows of seven guys all
fire off their loads into the air, at the
exact same time? They call it a ‘21-cum salute’!” the girl
giggled. “The local high school cheerleaders help out with the
stroking- they’re trained to work as a team, you know. And they
look so cute in their little matching bras and panties, it’s almost
a Peternian tradition now!” She leaned back, relaxing while
still moving her wrist. “And most of the
boys are locals too: they’re volunteered by their mothers or
sisters, and their cocks have been locked up for a solid month or two
beforehand so they’re really nice and pent up when the cheerleaders
start oiling up-”
“OH
FUCK OH GOD-”
But
just like Elle had, Brittany had disappeared from Brad’s cock right
just as he screamed.
“Nope!”
she laughed, even grabbing his wrists so he couldn’t finish the job
himself. “Oh no you don't!”
“ARRRGGGH!”
He was fighting her grip, trying to get his hands free.
“Brad!”
Elle barked. “Don’t you dare touch yourself or it’s six months
in chastity! A YEAR! TWO! Hands on your head, NOW!”
And
somehow the desperate man did, grabbing his hair even as his hips
bucked into the air, seeking that one, last stroke that would send
him over the edge-
“FUUUUUCKKK!”
Both
women broke into laughter as the frustrated man collapsed back on to
the couch, stamping his feet in frustration. “DAMN IT! FUCK!”
“Oh
god, Brit,” Elle laughed, covering her mouth. “That was even
closer than mine!”
The
brunette laughed. “What can I say?” She kicked her tanned legs
up on the ottoman, almost making Brad cum from just the sight. “Two
years on this island, and I'm like the freakin’ Cock Whisperer!”
Brad
was panting, totally desperate now, hands still on his head. “ELLE!
This isn’t FAIR!”
“It’s
totally fair,” she laughed. “First you try to cum, picturing our
guest naked? And now you want to blow your load thinking about
under-aged schoolgirls in their panties? You perv!”
He
was beet red. “It’s not... like that!”
“Aw,
it’s okay if you want to jack off into high school cheerleaders’
panties,” Brittany giggled, sliding a hand over his heaving pecs.
“Most little boys on the island do.” She twisted his erect
nipple, making him the gasping boy yelp.
“I
don’t want to... jack off into used cheerleaders’ panties!”
“Don’t
lie to me Bradley. Especially
if you’re still as ticklish as you used to be in college...”
His
eyes got huge. “NO-”
But
the girl had already pounced on him, nails first.
“FUCK!
STOP IT!”
“Brad-
don’t resist her!” Elle ordered, but it was pointless- the tiny
brunette was already dominating the larger, thrashing man.
Her
sharp fingernails found his ribs, his stomach, his armpits, making
him gasp and spasm even as he tried to push her away.
“Brittany!
STOP!”
She
pushed the gasping boy over and straddled him on the couch, tickling
his stomach, his armpits, inside his thighs, wherever he wasn’t
defending at the moment.
“Admit
you want to jack off into high school girls’ panties!” she
laughed as the boy howled below her, gasping and thrashing. “Big
piles of soft, warm, used cotton panties! You’d love to sniff them
all wouldn’t you Brad?”
“NO!”
“Admit
it!” Brittany laughed, as she now attacked where ever she wanted,
as Brad started having trouble breathing. “Admit it or I’ll keep
going until you pass out!”
He
was in spasms, totally unable to defend himself from the much smaller
woman. “Elle! HELP ME!”
“Oh
Brad,” his girlfriend chuckled, covering her mouth. “How are you
ever going to survive on this island?”
“ADMIT
IT!”
“YES!”
he finally screamed as Brittany started on the soles of his feet, her
weight holding his legs down “I want to!”
“Want
to what?”
“I
want to jack off into cheerleaders’ panties!”
She
tickled the naked, helpless boy for a few more seconds before finally
getting off him, breathing a little hard herself.
“Oh
god, I haven’t had that much fun since my babysitting days!”
Brittany laughed, adjusting her hair before sitting down again. “Now
I’ll definitely be coming over to see you guys a lot more!”
But
Brad was a hundred times worse, a cherry-faced, sweating, humiliated,
hyper-ventilating mess on the couch.
And
he was still rock hard.
“Sure,
whenever you want,” Elle laughed, looking at her man’s cock.
“Brad seems to enjoy it. And Brad, when she’s visiting, if
Brittany ever wants to tickle you, you have to let her.”
The
man was almost on the verge of crying, his cock still rock hard.
“No!”
Elle
was just shaking her head. “You know Brad, if you had just
let me empty you real quick in front of Brittany when I first wanted
you to, you definitely would have a lot been better off than you are
now! Now that I've seen how hot you look, squirmy and
desperate and getting dominated by a girl half your size- oh god,
Brad, I don't know if you're going to cumming very often this year!”
“I
agree,” Brittany giggled, sliding a hand between the panting boy’s
legs. “He’s much more fun like this.”
And
the shaking man did burst into tears when Brittany’s soft hand
found his cock and started stroking again. “ELLE!”
Elle
laughed and finally took her legs off the couch. “Oh, it’s okay
honey, I’ll protect you from mean old Brittany- why don't you come
back over and sit next to me?”
The
totally humiliated man did, running back to his girlfriend’s side
of the couch, blushing even more as Brittany pinched his ass as
passed. “Go on, you big baby!”
He
was dizzy as he sat down next to his girlfriend again, breathing
hard. “Elle, please, let's just-”
“Hush
honey, women are talking. Don't interrupt.” And
Elle smiled as her hand slid down to start stroking her boyfriend’s
rock-hard cock again and Brad didn’t make a peep of protest over
it.
Brad
bit his tongue as Elle idly stroked his cock for the next fifteen
minutes as she and Brittany discussed local shopping spots, island
politics, even the finale of a TV show they had both been following,
both women totally ignoring the blushing, gasping man except for
giggling when he grunted and bucked, when Elle inevitably stopped her
stimulation seconds before he would have orgasmed each time.
Their
giggles turned into outright laughs as Elle edged him five, ten,
fifteen more times and Brad’s gasps became outright curses after
each barely-denied orgasm.
“FUCK!”
“Getting
closer babe?” Elle laughed, giving him long, deep strokes again.
“Have your views about having orgasms in front of our friend
Brittany changed from the beginning of the night?”
The
gasping, red-faced man looked over at the slim, composed brunette who
was watching him slowly approach the edge one more time and blushed
harder than he ever thought possible.
“NO!”
“He’ll
eventually change his mind,” Brittany giggled. “A lot of new
movers start off really shy about their orgasms. But there are some mothers who never
let their sons beat off unless it’s at a crowded dinner
party. There are hundreds of
boys on this island who have never had a private orgasm at
all!”
“Oh
JESUS!” Brad gasped, his balls painfully tight.
He
was holding on by the barest of margins!
Elle
laughed. “Is that what you want Brad? To have only public
orgasms on the island this year? Do you want to be Peternia’s
newest little public exhibitionist porn star?”
Brad
was so close, he wasn’t sure he was hearing straight!
“WHAT?!
Elle! NO!”
“Okay,
I’ll guess we’ll just start with Brittany, then.” She removed
her hand from his cock and replaced it with the man’s own. “New
rule Brad: this year, you’re ONLY allowed to cum by your own hand,
ONLY once a week, and ONLY if Brittany’s here to watch.”
“Yeaaa!”
the brunette laughed. “My own special Friday night show!”
“Elle!
NO!”
Elle
laughed, using her own hand to drive Brad’s up and down on his
dripping, desperate cock. “You really don’t want to stroke for
Brittany? After all that, you really want to wait a whole
week to have the chance to cum again?”
Both
women waiting, giggling expectantly at the naked, gasping, red-faced
man.
And
when the humiliated man holding his own cock couldn’t say anything,
Brittany laughed and yawned, making a big show of stretching her
arms. “Well, I should really get going...”
Elle
even moved her hand faster, making his stroke his own length harder.
“Don’t you have something to ask Brittany?”
Brad
swallowed, but he still couldn’t speak!
The brunette
giggled and stood up, heading towards the door. “Oh well, I
always did like denied Bradley better! See you guys next week!”
“No!”
he gasped. “Um...”
“Better hurry!” Elle laughed, pushing his hand faster, using two
hands to force him to stroke. “It will be your last chance to ask for
seven days!”
Brad’s
toes were gripping the deep carpet. “OH fuck, Elle, please!”
“I’m
deadly serious Brad!”
“Well,
nice seeing you guys again,” Brittany laughed, grabbing her jacket.
“Too bad you weren’t more fun. Maybe I won’t be coming over next Friday. Or the next...”
“I... NO!”
She giggled, waiting at the door. “Yes Brad?”
Heart
pounding, gasping for breath, he closed his eyes and blurted out the
words.
“Can
I cum please?!”
She
paused, letting Elle get him a few strokes closer. “I’d like it
if you called me Miss Brittany when
you asked me about your cummies, Bradley.”
“Miss
Brittany!” he gasped, his face totally red. “MAY I PLEASE ORGASM
NOW?!!”
She
waited again, scrunching her pink-painted toenails into the thick
carpet, giggling at the tall, handsome boy she had once had such a
crush on in college.
“Sure.
Go ahead.”
Elle
changed the angle and speed of her strokes by some imperceptible
amount and Brad erupted.
“AHHH!
AAHHHHHHHHH!”
She
jumped away as cum shot all over his chest and the girls just laughed
as Brad was forced to keep stroking to complete his humiliating,
toe-curling public orgasm on his own.
“FUUUUUCK!
ARRGGHHHHHHHH!”
“Wow,
he’s a real screamer, huh?!” Brittany laughed.
“Yeah,
I guess Peternia really brought out the porn star in him!” Elle
howled, watching the cum-shots go up her boyfriend’s neck, almost
reaching his face. "That was almost a facial!"
Hearing
the two girls laugh only made his orgasm harder and Brad thrusted his
hips and flailed his legs as the sensations overtook him. And when
he was finally done, Brad was a humiliated, semen-covered mess on the
couch, trembling in the afterglow and humiliation.
He had never cum that hard in his entire life, ever!
“Oh.
My. God!” Brittany laughed, covering her mouth. “Can I bring
some girls from work with me next week? If he’s like that every
time he’s going to be real popular around here!”
“No....
Elle! Please!”
He
couldn’t!
And
in front of even more women?!!?
“Sounds
fine to me,” Elle giggled, ignoring her man. “The more the
merrier! I’ll get one of those little pink rubber chastity cages
for him tonight, make sure he’s got a big, loud load for you
guys next Friday.”
“Elle!”
“Brad,
for the next year, you can’t cum unless Brittany gives you
permission,” his girlfriend laughed, wiping her hands on her jeans.
“Beg her, not me!”
“And
if I go to the trouble of bringing my girls all
the way over here,” the brunette giggled, slipping on her high heels, “I expect a
good show! You better be as
loud or louder as you were
just now, or I won’t give you permission to cum for a month!
I want you yelling and thrashing like that for me every time!”
Brad
about died!
“I...
I don’t know if I can do that!”
Brittany
laughed, picking up her little clutch as she stepped out the
door.
“Don't
worry, cutie,” she giggled, giving the nude, humiliated,
cum-covered boy one last wink. “I’m sure you'll get used to it.”
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