Thirteen

Hearing him snuffle for air and feeling him shake a bit, she leaned forward to allow him a breath. He gasped it in ragged, sucking oxygen down greedily, as she peeled her pants down and pressed him back into the deep cleft of her now-bare ass. His tongue went to work immediately, hunting down the sweat that hid in the fold where her generous ass met her taut thighs, cleaning more from the crack of her ass, finally lashing hungrily at her sweaty asshole. Satisfied, she straightened again and walked straight into the shower.

When she emerged, glowing and dripping water from every pert bump and glorious curve of her frame, he was still rock-hard. His face shone with the sweat from her ass, and his breathing was shallow.

She poured another glass of water, pulled it down in long draughts as she walked past him to the closet — toy drawer number two — and began rifling through items that sounded heavy and rubberized. Then she was in front of him again, grinning, one hand behind her back and the glass of water in the other.

“You thirsty Riki? I know you love licking up my sweat but it’s not exactly hydrating. Want a drink?” He nodded, and she leaned the glass down to pour it into his mouth. But he couldn’t tip his head back without hitting the bondage rack, and mostly she just poured water across his cheeks.

“Well that won’t work,” she said, with a fake scowl on her lips. And then she produced the funnel gag.

It was a large, L-shaped PVC tube, fitted on one end with a large black high-walled funnel, and on the other with a strange, bulbous piece of rubber. It had straps in the style of a training gag, that went both around his head at the cheeks and diagonally over the top of it, and after she pressed the bulb into his mouth she fastened all of them tightly. The bulb filled his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff a bit, and she laughed at the sight of him. Then she showed him how it worked.

“I just picked this up when you were gone last weekend. It’s got a valve here–” (she clicked a switch just in front of his lips) “and then that bulb in your mouth works just like a camelbak — clamp down on it and it’ll let you drink as long as the valve’s open.”

“I want to give it a try,” Ariel said, giving her voice a cartoonish lilt that Rick knew and feared, “but I’m all out of water.” She stepped forward and placed her knees far enough apart to straddle the upturned funnel, and stared into his eyes as a strong stream of piss began to splatter against the inner walls of the funnel.

His eyes widened as he felt the bulb in his mouth expand a bit and grow warm, and as it pressed his jaw open he realized he’d soon have to clamp down on it to take a drink, and that the longer he waited the more he’d feel like he was chugging Ariel’s nectar. Tentatively, he squeezed the bulb, and multiple small openings appeared on various sides of it, filling his mouth with her fragrant urine.

He let the bulb close again, and swallowed, and repeated, as a tempest of glee and dominance and arousal and contempt played across her face.

She clicked the valve closed before she was done pissing.

“I’m glad this thing works so well. I had high hopes and I think it’s perfect. I call it a punishment gag. See, I know you prefer my piss when it’s still hot, Riki. But after I edge you again, you’re going to drink the rest of what’s in the funnel here, after it’s nice and cold.” Without another word, she reached down and turned the vibrator switch up to high. This time his moans were muted by the gag, and she hardly had to stroke him for a minute before he was right on the verge of erupting and she let him go, pointing his cock downward so he would leak straight into the pan she’d set out below him earlier.

Seeing that he was zoning out into an overstimulated pile of denied manflesh, Ariel grabbed the wooden spoon that lived on her nightstand and gave Rick’s balls a few hard spanks. That recentered him, and she turned the vibrator down to “MED” again. She stroked his cheek with one hand, and re-opened the gag valve with the other.

“Now drink it all down like a good boy, Riki. I’ll be able to tell if you don’t finish it.” And she watched him, the enthusiasm gone from his eyes this time and replaced by a broken, humiliated look, drink down four or five mouthfuls of her now-cold after-gym piss. She gave him a satisfied pat on the head, then marched back to the closet to get dressed. It was time for a few more errands, and she had a special surprise planned for Rick during her absence this time.

—————— ~ PART III ~ —————————————-

Rick was starting to get sore.

He’d been trussed up with his legs tied tightly apart and his arms secured above his head since mid-morning, and by his best guess it was now close to six o’clock. The vibrating plug Ariel had stuffed in his asshole at noon was still buzzing quietly against his prostate. He looked down at his cock, free for the first time in thirteen days, and saw the same constant trickle of pre-cum the plug had been milking out of him all day. His cock and indeed his entire lower torso felt weak from overstimulation. He wondered how he would make it through the remaining six or so hours before Ariel had said she would allow him his first orgasm since locking the little chastity cage in place two weeks previous. And he wondered where she was.

When he heard the front door open, he perked up. She’d left him for much longer this time than when she’d gone to the gym, and as tormented and half-crazed as he was, he was desperate to see her face, to smell her in the room, to see her pleased with her handiwork.

The bedroom door opened, and Ariel’s friend Stephanie stepped inside. Rick slumped, and then tensed with fear.

Stephanie’s face, open in astonishment at the state in which she found Rick, slowly coagulated into an intrigued grin. “Hiya, Rick!” she laughed. “She told me it was gonna be intense but man, oh, man, this is…she’s rougher on you than I thought, you sorry little boy.”

She set the keys down on a side table and sized him up again, slower. “I cannot be-LIEVE you like being treated like this.” He whimpered, and she cooed. Ariel had plenty of friends who didn’t share her sadistic bent, but she had chosen Stephanie to run this errand for her carefully.

Circling around the bed towards him, she noticed his leaking cock and the now half-full bowl of precum beneath him. Giggling like a sorority girl, she stepped close enough to reach out and pinch his right nipple, hard, smiling at his reaction.

“I’ve been begging Ariel to let me have a turn on you for a while, but I guess you know that. When she told me she needed somebody to come check on you today I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Lessee, she said you would be overdue for an edging…”

And with no further preamble, Stephanie wrapped her strong fingers around his half-hard cock and started to jerk it. Against his will, he stiffened, and quaked in his bondage, as the willowy brunette with the mean smile, who he’d felt strangely afraid of since the day he met her, yanked him towards the edge of an orgasm he knew he wouldn’t get to have. She reached back to press the plug deeper into him, and noticed the remote control for the first time. Releasing his cock, she walked around him to grab it, and immediately slammed the dial all the way to “HIGH.” He moaned, a high and strangled noise coming through the strange funnel gag that protruded from his mouth.

“Oooh, that’s fun. She told me I should change the batteries on this thing before I go, don’t let me forget, okay Rick?” she laughed. “Sorry, where was I?” And her grip fastened around his cock again, squeezing just below the head, the vibrator battering his g-spot as she tugged at him, giggling at every little spurt of pre-cum. “She told me to empty your bowl, too. I guess she meant this one?” she teased, flicking a fingernail against the rim of the metal bowl of pre-cum. She noticed him tensing up and saw the head of his cock darken, and gave him one last tug before letting go. “I’ve never edged a slut before, I hope I did it right.” Then she slapped his ass and walked away from him towards the front hall.

She came back with batteries. The vibrator stopped for the first time in hours when she switched them, and the sudden stillness inside him was almost too much to bear. It snapped straight back to the “HIGH” setting as soon as she put the fresh batteries in, and his head fell to his chest. He nearly blacked out. Her cruel chuckles brought him back, and when he looked up she had slid her jeans off and was standing in front of him, no panties, her bare pussy glimmering a foot from his face. She reached behind his head and undid the straps of the gag, pulling it out of his mouth with a wet pop.

“Now, I’ll give you a choice. She said if I did it’d be the first one you’ve had all day!” Stephanie’s giggle was like champagne splattering onto buffed leather, an effervescent but ominous thing. “Don’t worry, it’s not a very big one.” That giggle again.

“Which do you want first, to eat my pussy and make me cum as thanks for tending to you? Or to drink a cup-and-a-half of your own precum while I try not to laugh so hard I dump it on your face?”

Rick blushed, dark scarlet, and thought it over. He genuinely hated the taste of his own come. Ariel knew it, and didn’t care. Sometimes she talked about training him to love it, to crave it even. Other times she seemed glad that he didn’t like it, because it gave her one more half-hearted resistance wall to break through every time she granted him release. Now her best friend was going to force-feed him a lot of himself.

And unless he asked her to do it — requested that humiliation from her — then it’d be the taste she left in his mouth for however many hours went by before Ariel’s return. He gathered himself, and looked up at Stephanie. “The come.”