“Mmkay boy, how are we going to help to teach you to obey next time?”
With the spider gag holding my jaws ajar I could only gurgle in response, my eyes locked on his.
“Hmmm, well how about we start with a little bit of focus training? I want you to focus on the head of my dick.” The cum filling my balls was doing back flips at this turn of events. I had thought I was going to be punished so this seemed almost too good to be true. It was. Brian placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to my knees. I knelt, mouth open staring up at Brian, his cock at full mast throbbing in front of my face. He twisted a hand through my hair hard, holding my head immobile and with this other hand, guided the very tip of his dick to my lips. He ran his tip around my lips, and over the edge of my outstretched tongue. I tried to move forward to take more of him in my mouth, to pleasure him as I knew he wanted but his firm grip held me in place. I strained my tongue, trying desperately to reach out but he stayed tantalisingly out of reach. My eyes remained fixed on his and as the desperation in mine grew to pleading, I could see a grin growing in his. He enjoyed tormenting me like this; making me beg; making me desperate for him. I whimpered and strained forward yet again until he tightened his grip on my hair painfully,
“Staaaay. Just enjoy it little one.” He continued to tease me, to taunt and torment me until I was whimpering almost continually. With the gag holding my mouth open, saliva started to pool and eventually begin to drool over my lip, chin and down onto my chest. Brian ran his thumb over my tongue, forcing more drool making a mess on my chest and tummy before taking my head in both of his hands, holding me firmly and without warning, slowly but inexorably sliding down my throat. I started to gag but with the gag in place and his firm hands holding me in place, I could do nothing to resit. Brian slid his cock down my throat to the hilt. He held me there, his pubes pressing up against my face, his scent filling me. Brian held me there, gagging on his throbbing cock for a few seconds before sliding back out. He sped up his pace faster and faster, fucking my mouth harder and harder. Brian fucked me, taking pleasure from my mouth and my helplessness. I struggled at first, trying to pull away but could do nothing against his strength.
Brian grew more frenzied as he grew closer to the edge. He arched his back, threw his head back and, with a final great slam down my throat, shot wave after wave of cum down into my tummy. He slowly pulled out of me and at last released my head leaving me staring up at him, panting desperately, drool covering me completely, a single drip of cum leaking from the corner of my mouth. Brian smiled at me,
“Sorry little one, I got a little distracted there, I think I was about to punish you for not following a simple instruction wasn’t I?” I nodded. A momentary thoughtful expression turned into a wicked smile that made my tummy spin and my cock jump in its cage.
“Well I tell you what boy, I’m going to be generous today because you did such a good job just then, I’ll let you out of your cage for your punishment.” Brian collected the keys to my cage and released my cock which, after forever locked up immediately sprang to full mast. Brian chuckled and casually stroked it, causing me to moan desperately even at such a simple touch. He led me with a firm hand to an empty side of the room and forced me to my knees.
“Lie down boy.” I complied and Brian took a thin rope to tie around my balls and pulled the rope firmly upwards so that my balls stretched just shy of painfully. Brian attached the rope to a small hook on the ceiling, leaving my balls stretched upwards and I knew over time it would become increasingly painful. To compensate, I brought my knees up and lifted my hips off the ground.
“Good boy,” coaxed Brian, and he quickly brought down two sets of handcuffs and used one to attach my right wrist to my right ankle, and the other on my left. This left me unable to move other than to squirm side to side.
“Well little one, I don’t think you’ll be moving anywhere soon will you. And looks like that dick of yours wants some attention. Is it nice and sensitive boy?” I nodded and tried to mumble “yes Sir” through the gag though it was more of a drool muffled moan. Brian stood and from the cupboard took two brushes, the kind you used for buffing in a workshop. I couldn’t work out what he was going to do with them until he knelt by my side and started stroking my dick again. I realised where he was intending on applying those sharp, spiky bristles and immediately started thrashing, no no no no NO! I couldn’t stand it, not normally and certainly not with my dick as sensitive as it was. Brian chuckled again,
“I haven’t even done anything little one, shhhh” and he placed a hand firmly on my chest, pushing me to the floor and helping me center and focus. “Good boy.” Brian lifted my cock and slid a brush underneath to rest on my tummy. As my cock bounced around it came in contact with the bristles and I whimpered. It was like a pin wheel on steroids. The intensity of it was shocking to me. The other brush, Brian placed lengthwise along my shaft.
It wasn’t comfortable but wasn’t too bad on the shaft but the bristles at the top caressed the glans on my head and I screamed.
With one hand still on my chest, holding me down, Brian used the other to casually move and vibrate the brushes, their sharp claws digging into the head of my dick without mercy. It drove me insane.
I was completely out of control, completely helpless and the feeling was too intense for any coherent thought. I could barely follow Brian’s voice as he cooed:
“You see little one, you can focus on just one thing. Just the feeling of these brushes on your cock. Tell me little one, do you think you can cum like this?”