After the third coating of candle wax was whipped off his genitals, their beautiful victim was already sweating in spite of the cool basement air. This did not stop him from shivering as well. Or was it trembling? Steph could never get such distinctions straight. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed as if trying to escape anywhere but here. It was cute! After all, they had only finished with the warmup round! Then she supposed he was hardly the first one.
Debbie told Tess to re-oil his cock, to clean off the last black and red residue specs of wax and to make it nice and slippery again. She happily got to it. The attention seemed to put some life back into him as well. Steph had been ildly running her hand over the muscles of his upper body, and now they flexed again. Strong and subdued. It was so fucking hot!
Watching Tess' eager hands' meticulous work and the gleam in her eye, Steph knew that the girl's mind was traveling the same routes as hers earlier. Toward forced orgasms. As Tess then noticed Steph watcing, she grinned kind of bashful. Then she switched to using her nails on the glans. Smiling, Sarah joined her in this, as this was their typical shared routine. The reaction from him to this kind of attention was predicable — albeit very satisying, as evinced by the young ladies' big grins and the immediately increased intensity of their work.
Debbie walked over, applying oil on the studded sound. She nodded at his twitching. "Good, girls. Keep that going. Steph, take the nipples, please."
Steph likewise was happy to comply. She positioned herself at the head of the table. The way the table was designed was to keep you as immobile as possible. With a strap around the neck and the fixed gag, the boy could turn his head only marginally. So she rested her breasts over his face as she reached for his nipples. The vibrations from his noises would tickle pleasantly. In fact, as she was quite physically aroused, even feeling her breasts on him felt really hot. He stirred underneath them, quietly moaning, and she grinned dreamily.
The reactions and vibarations then intensified quite bit, as Debbie took a firm grip on the base of the boy's cock and unseremoniously rammed the sound inside his urethra, sinking it in deep. She twisted it around a while, then started to move it up and down in a circular motion. All the while he bucked and spasmed and whimpered and begged. The younger women each kept their own duties going, while making various noises of amusement and pleasure: cooing, sighing, snickering, laughing. The combined psychological and physiological stimulation was causing Steph deep euphoria.
Alessa, having observed the goings for a while, then came and attended to his balls again. She caught each in one hand and kneeded them in between her fingers with varying hardness.
Soon the boy seemed to grow resigned to the situation, becoming less spastic and more uniformly tensed against the restraints, altough still with twitches at steady intervals. It was fun trying to bring those about. His sexy body utterly at their mercy (or lack thereof), they were loving every second! With a lip-biting smile, Tess traced the shape of his hard abs with her left hand index finger while continuing to work on the cockhead with the nails of the other hand. Sarah seemed mesmerized by her part, using both hands now. Debbie was her usual firm self, although that cruel little smile on her red-painted lips spoke volumes. Her eyes were shining! Alessa seemed to more or less take after her aunt, handling his testes with cool composure and a slight cruel twist of a smile.
This treatment went on for many wonderful minutes. Perhaps slightly less worderful for him. He should have been glad to receive such avid attention from lovely eager ladies! If he was then he certainly hid it well. The wealth of emotion he was showing seemed to be of a vastly different quality. Steph was actually quite surprised he did not cum, as so many boys in his position would have. Especially with the added nail stimulation. It wasn't pleasure, of course, but rather an automatic bodily response to the intesity of sensation. Not that it was even the goal of the treatment, just a fun little side-effect.
After a while, Tess and Sarah switched from their nails to pinwheels. Alessa joined them in this. While a relatively tame instrument in itself, in the right context it could be quite an evil little device of torment, especially when applied with skill and especially when it was more then one at once. So while the boy's cock continued to be penetrated, the spiky wheels circled all over the sensitive head, wicked expressions on the faces of their wielders.
After the wheels came the turn of the nail files. The three women alternated between rasping the sensitive contours of his glans and using the files to give it little flicks every now and then. His dislike if this seemed to be on par with their like of it.
While the young women tested different instruments and approaches, Debbie kept a steady rhythm, madly focused as if it was her holy duty to rape his cock hole.
Steph was almost jealous of them, but then she was also having a good time with her tits on his face. And there was a different sort of intimacy in playing with his nipples. It greatly added to the sensation, as there was a connection between them and the penis. Made everything feel more for him, intensifying the experience and giving it a more whole-body quality. Increased the overall sense of invasiveness of the treatment, increased vulnerability. At least that was her understanding of it, based on her own experience. And while some claimed that nipples did not work for boys they did for girls, what she'd seen made her not buy any of that.
Plus from this perspective she could admire her friends work. Their dedication, skill, and the great pleasure they took in torturing this helpless sexy young thing in their hands. His beautiful suffering. It was all quite lovely.
After some more minutes, Debbie stopped fucking the cock and set the sound aside. Adding more oil, then, she took the whole cock for herself, firmly stroking it with both hands. Her handjob was as artless as it was relentless. The young women watched in something like awe as the boy was obviously soon about to come. His animal instincts were telling him to arch his back but the restraints kept him flat against the table, muscles nevertheless working of their own accord. He breathed in gasps around his whimpering, shaking more intensively as the inevitable climax neared. A goddamn hot display! Trying to apply Debbie-like relentlessness to working his nipples, the supremely aroused Steph felt as if she could have come herself.
By the time his cock started to squirt out Debbie's, stroking had gone from firm to rough. Semen came in a couple of bigger surges, the rest leaking down Debbies tight-squeezing fingers. The table creaked as the boy struggled with mighty futility, the sound erupting from deep within from his throat impressively primitive. In his gag, he was trying to repeat, "please, please, please". Or perhaps it was "stop, stop, stop"? He had already tried both. It was great when they begged!
Neither the begging nor the orgasm slowed Debbie's grinding hand, pumping the swollen cockhead without remission. The boy's nipples stretched as Steph rolled them hard in between her fingers. Everyone stared mesmerized at the smasmodic boy, their hands fondling his flexed muscles.
Finally Debbie relented, releasing the cock which remained standing up as hard as ever. The drug keeping the boy in its thrall despite the climax.
"There, that's first," Debbie said, satisfied. The first time ever for him, been made cum by a woman's hand, and the first one of the evening. "Hand me a candle, please"
Sarah handed one out to the woman, and without further ado she started to drip more wax onto the big, hard cock. This fired him up again, and the muffled sqeals of pain held a different color of urgency than the noises from the other stimulation. Post-orgasmic senstitivy made those nerve-endings nice and receptive.
Debbie glanced up at Sarah, saw the girl's hungry look, and grinned. "You grab one too."
Happily smiling, Sarah quickly snatched one off the table. She joined Debbie in assaulting the whimpering, twitching boy's beautiful penis with the burning wax. Debbie let her finish with it, and once the organ was caked over, said, "Ok, girls. Use the files to get the wax off. Here." She came to take Steph's place. "You help them."
With Debbie in the nipples, they set to do as told, the four eager young ladies. Working the waxed cock with the nail files. Steph took a hold on the shaft near the base, enjoying the feeling of it expanding and contracting as the cock responded to the stimulus.
"Once you're done," Debbie said. "Another coat."
They grinned.
After the futilely struggling boy's sex organ was cleaned off the wax, then, the four women took candles and poured more on it. His reactions remained delightful. This coating they took of with the combined force of the nail files and some whips. Afterward, they oiled the cock again and went at it with more pinwheels. The more raw and sensitive he got, the more effect those things seemed to have on him.
They were still busy with the wheels, as Debbie let go of his nipples and went over to the implement table. She picked up a multi outlet from the floor and started plugging in the violet wands.
As the girls saw this, nastly smiles came upon them all. Time to up the intensity a little.
Time for a little electricity!
