Captive, Pt 2 of 3

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# Part 2
Kat, seated between his knees, leaned back on the palms of her hands drew her knees up and together. She looked up into his eyes. In those pale blue eyes she saw need, and an incredible hunger barely being contained. He was like a caged wild animal. She imagined, just for a moment, what he could do to her if they loosed his bonds. A strong chill ran down her body and she squeezed her thighs together, relishing the electric throb emanating from her still-tender clit.

Remembering his reaction to Rose's socks, Kat ran her own sock-clad right foot up his left leg. Just before reaching his distended crotch she stopped, and slowly slid her foot back and forth on his inner thigh. The effect was instantaneous and dramatic: his cock gave a mighty lurch and Kat thought for a moment that the panties would actually burst from the pressure!

Rose, one hand still lazily rubbing her clit over her shorts, leaned down and whispered something in Kat's ear. Kat's eyes lit up and she looked up at Rose incredulously. Rose simply grinned in silent affirmation.

Rose, now kneeling just outside of his left leg, looked up at him and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "I'm afraid I've given away your secret..." Rose then looked down at his crotch once again, hefting one of her generous breasts in her right and giving the nipple a firm squeeze. While his gaze was transfixed by Rose's lewd breast-play, Kat had positioned her right foot over his swollen, straining nutsac with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

He had a split-second to register motion out of the corner of his eye before his breath rushed out of him in a grunt. Kat had barely tapped his balls, but in his tender, blueballed state the effect was tremendous. The constant ache from his arousal doubled and then trebled, spreading into his lower abdomen. Reflexively he tried to squeeze his legs together but his bonds held fast, and he remained at the mercy of Kat's every whim.

Kat kept her foot pressed into his crotch, enjoying the feel of his bloated balls beneath her foot. She lightly rocked her foot back and forth, the wool of her sock transmitting every delightful detail. And as if in testament to Rose's word, his cock did not soften in the slightest. In fact, it looked even harder, if that were possible, and a fresh bead of precum had pushed its way through its panty-prison.

"Oh my God," Kat said aloud, a look of pleasant disbelief on her face. She felt like a kid on Christmas. She slid her foot to the top of his sac and began to compress both balls into the hard wood of the front of the chair. Though he strained at his bonds and clenched his teeth, his eyes never left the wool sock tormenting his poor balls and his raging hardon never wavered. Kat thought for sure he would cry out and/or beg for her to stop, but he didn't. Without relieving the pressure, she began to slide her foot toward the ground. As his balls tried to squirm vertically to escape her foot, the waistband of the panties dipped in the middle, revealing a substantial length of thick, veiny shaft. His tortured testes finally squirmed free and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Rose, for her part, had not been idle. As soon as Kat's foot landed on his balls, Rose's left hand went inside her shorts and straight for her clit. She leaned down to rest her face against the man's left shoulder, her right hand squeezing and stroking her right tit, her left hand making urgent circles around her throbbing clitoris. She watched rapt as Kat's foot tapped, compressed, and bobbled the man's huge, tender balls. When his balls slid free of Kat's foot and the man let out his held breath, Rose shuddered in a mini-climax and soaked her shorts anew.

Kat decided to give his balls a break for a moment and traced her wool-clad foot lazily over his bursting cock. She made sure to pop her big toe across the flared ridge of his distended cock crown with each pass. "I think it's time we let this monster breathe a little, don't you?" Kat inquired seductively. Without further ado she set about hooking the waistband of the panties with the toes of her feet, the tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration.

This proved more challenging than she had anticipated, partly due to having to hold both her legs up and partly due to the growing slipperiness of her wool socks. Within moments the bottoms of her feet had become positively soaked with his precum. Rose stifled a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand, while the man in the chair watched in a confusing mixture of growing arousal and frustration as Kat's feet slipped and slid over his achingly erect cock.

"Oh, no, you naughty boy. You've gotten my socks all wet," Kat teased in mock-disgust. She withdrew her feet and peeled the precum-soaked socks off, somehow making a new alluring display without even meaning to. She carelessly tossed them aside and drew her gaze back to her prize.

Once again she slid her toes along his inner thighs, teasing him and also relishing his touch on her now bare feet. Eventually she caressed his weeping cock over the beleaguered panties and began once again to try and free the beast.

Finally, with an audible, "Aha!", Kat succeeded in hooking the waistband with her toes and proceeded to slide it down over his rampant cock. Unsurprisingly, the material caught on the wide ridge of his cockhead, and Kat was worried for a second she was going to lose her grip. Then all of a sudden his cock slipped free of its confinement and swung out toward her. An enormous gout of precum launched from the engorged tip of his cock and landed with an audible *SPLAT* on Kat, leaving a slimy trail from her cleavage up to the top of her forehead. This caused Kat to jump, stretching the waistband alarmingly before it snapped free of her feet. Despite the ridiculous testing of its durability, the waistband retained more than enough elasticity to deliver a tremendous slap to the top of his exposed testicles! He grunted in fresh agony as the blessed/horrible ache spread out from his tormented testes with renewed intensity. This fresh impact caused his now free cock to give another a tremendous lurch, sending his iron-hard dick to slap into his abdomen and a fresh wad of precum straight into Rose's open mouth and face.

Rose sputtered and began to laugh out loud. Kat, looking through a thick string of precum covering most of one lens, started to chuckle as well. In moments all three of them were laughing uncontrollably, tears and precum rolling down their faces.

"Kat," said, Rose trying to regain her composure after a few moments, "that...was the most...hilarious thing...I have ever seen...in my life!"

"I think maybe next time I'll just use my hands." This caused another fit of laughter, with Rose collapsing on the floor next to Kat.

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"Oh, no no, this won't do at all," Rose said after they had all recovered a bit. She was looking at the man's cock, which had begun to droop the slightest bit. A long string of precum stretched from the tip of his cock all the way to the floor. As she stood she said, "Let's get this dick rock-hard again. Kat, you're on ball-duty." Kat smiled in pleasure and gave a mock-salute. She reached forward (with her hands this time) and pulled the panties down and tucked them under his bloated balls.

If anything his package looked even more impressive. He was indeed circumcised, and even only half-hard his knob was fat and intimidating. And his meaty shaft was so thick! She just couldn't get over it. Kat reached forward to heft his enormous testicles, but they were too big for one hand. God help her, but she loved balls. It wasn't a kink she had shared with very many people, but there was something soooooo hot about how tender and sensitive they were. How intimately they were connected to masculinity and power, yet how easy they were to hurt. She used her right hand to make a noose around the neck of his scrotum, above his balls, and pulled slightly, compressing his swollen testicles into a tight, shiny package. God, they were immense! And they already had a nice shade of blue going, too.

While Kat was getting acquainted with the man's testicles, Rose sat on the bed directly behind the chair. From this position she could rest her chin on the man's shoulder and wrap her legs around his waist. Her cashmere-clad feet rested on his inner thighs and she reached around to caress his lower abdomen with her hands. He was rapidly returning to full mast, and once Rose began to trace lazy circles in precum around his swelling cockknob it was a done deal.

No longer content to torment his testicles with her hands, Kat leaned her face into his distended ballsac. Her right hand maintained its grip on his sac, and she leaned in to kiss and lick and suck his balls with abandon. She tried to force both of them into her mouth at once, but they were simply too fat. After a few moments of sloppy vigilance she moaned in lustful resignation, and settled for orally worshiping one ball at a time. Back and forth she went, suckling softly and massaging each ball in her wet mouth. She loved the taste of him, how each tender testicle would roll over her tongue, and how she could feel his arousal as his balls tried to pull up tight against him to blow their tremendous load.

As she sucked and laved his bloated balls, Kat looked up to see the effects of their combined sensuous tortures. The man's cock was truly a sight to behold. It was magnificent. It stood ramrod straight, the shaft pale in the soft light, while the distended knob was already a deep shade of purple. Between the girth, the flared mushroom tip, and the thick veins running all over, this cock radiated such a sense of power that Kat couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with lust, and more than a little fear.

Rose started to stroke the shaft with long, slow, deliberate strokes. Kat, slipping a sperm-laden testicle from her mouth, said, "God, if I had a cock like that I'd play with it all the time. How do you keep him from jacking off? Do you tie him up at night?"

"He can jack-off all he wants," Rose explained, her left hand making a lazy corkscrew motion up and down his thick shaft. She rubbed her cashmere-clad legs sensuously along his inner thighs, leaning in to whisper, "but he knows only *we* can make him cum." The last word dripped out of her mouth, her warm breath tickling his ear and raising goose-flesh all over his body. "Oh, and when he cums? Buckets, my dear. Buckets." Kat licked her lips imagining the tremendous load stored up in the heavy nuts she was cradling and squeezing.

"Hey, remember that time," here Rose paused, addressing him, and began kissing and licking his neck, while simultaneously slowing her ministrations on his desperately straining erection. "...we had the house to ourselves, and we fucked in every room, including the stairwell?" His breath was coming in short gasps, and the shiny helmet of his cock looked like an overripe plum. Precum was flowing from the tip in a continuous stream. Rose slowed her strokes further and looked down at Kat, "He came four times that night, and the fourth load was more than most guys cum on the first!" Rose stopped stroking and tightly gripped his turgid cock at the base. They both stopped and admired the thick, throbbing pillar of flesh pulsing before them.

Rose then released his cock, disentangled her legs, and stood from the bed. She gripped his cock once again with her left hand and bent closer to Kat, so that her face was mere inches from his straining erection. He could feel her breath on his swollen cockhead. "Can you imagine what it must feel like, to be able to cum like that, only to be denied release day after day after day? To have all that thick, hot cum backed up in a fat pair of balls? His nuts must ache something awful!"

Rose took his chin in her right hand and turned his face toward hers. "You poor guy," she said in mock sympathy. Her left hand began its lazy corkscrew up and down his shaft once again, and she kissed him full on the mouth. Her thick full lips mashed into his, their mouths parted and their tongues met. Her full breasts were pressed delightfully into his left upper arm and he moaned into her mouth as the intensity of the kiss increased. Kat watched rapt as his cock actually got visibly thicker and longer and a deeper shade of purple. She tugged gently but firmly on his balls, but this only seemed to increase his arousal. She was just about to warn Rose when Rose, without breaking the kiss, let go of his cock entirely. He clenched his eyes in abject torment as his cock twitched and jerked on the absolute brink of release. His anguish and desire escaped as a guttural groan that both Kat and Rose felt directly in their pussies.

As the twitching subsided Rose finally broke the kiss. The index finger of her right hand traced his jaw as she stepped back, her sparkling green eyes locked with his pale blue ones. Suddenly Rose slid down her boy shorts, exclaiming, "Fuck! I can't take it anymore! Watch out, Kat, incoming."

END OF PART 2

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