Prejac Party (M25/FFF20) (Premature fetish, post-orgasm torture, chastity & cucking)

All characters 18+ and consenting.

Tags; prejac, post-orgasm torture, femdom and humiliation, chastity cage and cucking.

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“Please don’t make me do this Cindy.” I say holding my waist band hard as Cindy yanks my pants downward with a forceful glee.

Months upon months I had waited on Cindy and her dynamic duo, serving wine and cheese platters but now all of a sudden I am the star of Friday night girls night and I am beyond horrified. The things I’ve heard only make me shiver at what I’ll be made to do and on Cindy’s birthday no less.

It’s all a losing battle as I have to grip my basketball shorts tight with both hands as my girlfriend kneels below me, pulling harder and harder; my attention is unfortunately fully on her.

“Danny, baby, the girls were promised a party trick.” Cindy says, her beady hazel eyes connecting with mine, her low cut sports bra exposing almost all of her massive boobs. From her kneeling position she pouts purposefully, her exaggerated features lowering my guard for a mere moment.

Before I can react I feel my underwear being pulled taught at a lightning pace; a wedgie, delivered by one of Cindy’s close friends. The surprise pain drops me to the floor, my underwear stretched halfway up my back.

“Pull it over his head!” Gloria calls, Cindy’s busty brunette friend who sips a hefty glass of red wine on the couch, her leg lazily dangling over the other, her painted toes mere inches from my face.

“He’s still resisting!” Jen replies, as she pulls my already stretched underwear another inch higher. With a defeated grunt she lets the waistband go as I curl into a ball. Annoyed she throws up her toned arms before planting herself next to Gloria.

I’m so embarrassed, Cindy loops her arms through mine and lifts me to a standing position, my face beet red.

“Awh it’s okay bubba.” Cindy says patting my cheek encouragingly. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Suddenly Cindy’s manicured hands are removed from my face and have ripped my pants and underwear down to my pasty ankles.

I stand on shaky legs, my pale, thin body the object of the trio’s collective focus. In the middle of Gloria’s living room I stand to scared attention. Quickly looking at each lady they’re so unfathomably different.

Gloria is a thin brunette with a gorgeous smile and average boobs, yet she always wears top of the line lingerie that accentuates each curve and shape of her body. Her bras push her boobs together in the most captivating way as the sexy stringy lacework gently caresses her.

Jen is a shorter muscular woman, the type you’d see on Venice beach. Her muscles are sturdy mounds of pure sex appeal, her sculpted ass could smother me within a moment, in fact she has to buy custom leggings to house her dumptruck.

Then there is Cindy, a Uber tall, thin blonde, with no boobs or ass to speak of but her long, luscious legs stretch for days, her feet so smooth and soft, elegantly arched and cutely painted.

Truly there is no overlap except for the way they all laugh at me.

“Look at his tiny dick!” Calls Gloria spitting her wine back into her cup.

“My finger is longer than that.” Jen adds in, extending her pinky and trying to see if it can cover up my penis like a painter uses his thumb for reference depth.

“Ladies ladies, please contain yourselves.” Cindy remarks silencing the room down only to a few snickers.

Turning to me, Cindy smiles a wicked smile, her nipples hardened with excitement, eyes hungry, ready to feast on my embarrassment.

“Now bubby, you’ve been coming over for girls night for months now, and I’ve already told the girlies about your…mini manhood, they just wanted to see it for themselves.” Cindy says slyly as she paces her away from in front of me to now behind me, her arms slithering through mind.

“Please don’t.” I beg, my face bright as Rudolph’s nose.

“Do what?” Cindy teases, tracing my upper thighs, lightly scratching my inner and upper legs with her nails, the sensation hardening me instantly.

The girls giggle as my soft bitch-boy boner grows a mere 1 extra inch, for a total of 3 pathetic inches.Uncomfortably engorged I throb as Cindy places two fingers and a thumb on my stiff dick, the sensation is incredible.

I look over at the laughing Jen who’s wheezing taking a myriad of flash photos of the me, standing like a shaky leaf in the wind, her bestie holding my manhood with barely two fingers. Gloria places her wine glass on the side table turning a paused stop watch timer on her phone toward me.

“And go!” She orders, tapping the ‘start’ key.

Immediately Cindy begins stroking me, the movement a simple and fast flick of her wrist. I try closing my eyes, forcing the intense feelings of overwhelming pleasure out of my head but my willpower is sure to fail. Opening them I try to look at something in the room to distract myself, to hold out a little while longer but mistakenly look at the timer.

Next to the phone, Gloria’s sensual tits are exposed, hidden behind the delicate lace of a red lingerie set, the straps and buttery smooth fabric set against her tan skin only accentuates the intensity of her goddess-like cleavage. I’m of no hope.

“Oh fuck.”

Spurt. Spurt.

The timer is stopped without delay, 11 seconds. Cindy removed her hand, leaving my dribbling stiffy to pulse as it pushes out a thick and gooey stream of cum onto the carpet below.

“Cool party trick you Fucking loser.” Jen says with no laughter, strictly matter of fact, her curly red hair falling across her face as she says it.

Gloria scoffs as she ties her dressing gown around herself again, concealing her supple, luscious breasts.

“You better clean that up!” She barks.

I hesitate, and look to the kitchen, the place I had spent the many months before tonight, bringing drink after drink to the girls, cleaning up their messes and listening to their wild sexual escapades. Listening to virile men who lasted for hours, brain-melting orgasms and their utter submission to only the longest and thickest cocks.

“I’ll grab the paper towels.” I say looking to excuse myself but Gloria merely shakes her head, as I feel Cindy push my head toward the now sticky carpet.

The force sends me to the ground, my cum smells awful but every time I try to sit up I feel Cindy push my head back down like a dog being domesticated. Without complaint I begin to lap up the man-seed puddle, the gloopy salty taste nearly making me want to gag.

“Look at us!” Jen orders.

As I suck the shag, I pull my eyes upward to look at the goddesses above me, who sit delicately on the pure white coach, who haphazardly cast me looks while they chat over their quickly emptying wine glasses.

After a few more sucks and a mental fight to keep it down I am finished. With relief I look up and hear only the tail end of their most recent conversation:

“Surely his refractory can’t be that long.” Gloria said, flicking her straightened brown hair over her slender shoulder.

“If he cums fast his recovers fast.” Jen propositioned, crossing her arms which made her biceps and triceps pop.

“Well it is girls night, so why don’t we find out!” Cindy said enthused. “Bubby stand up for us.” Cindy continued in the softest, smoothest voice she could muster.

Shakily I rose to my feet. Cindy softly pecked my cheek, pushing my arms behind my back. Like before I stood facing their couch, my genitalia exposed and vulnerable and, just like before Cindy began jerking me off. The pain was almost unbearable. Like all my nerves were firing at once, screaming for me to stop, another Millisecond and I may have fallen in a heap.

On Instinct alone I pulled away, upsetting the trio. Cindy with a horrified gasp stared at me appalled her face pouty with actual anger now.

“Jen help her out.” Gloria ordered with a limp whip of her arm. Like a flash of lightning Jen was now behind me, seizing both my arms with her musclebound strength. I was helpless and unable to move even the slightest fraction of an inch, less Jen constrict me tighter like the gym python she was.

With a devious smile Gloria sipped her wine and simply said; “proceed”

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Cindy grips me again, this time with a full hand, making a tight engrossing circle with her fingers around my already sensitive dickhead. Wasting no time she begins to jerk me off, the sound of my cummy, wet limp dick inside her sensual hand is one of a wet slap. Each stroke feels like my nerves are being burnt, snuffed out.

Unable to cum and unable to enjoy, I can’t even fathom an erection as I squint through the pain. Writhing and wiggling I try to flee as the sinister giggle of Gloria fills my ears.

Jen and Cindy join in, before long the laughter booms from all angles, piercing my deepest feelings. Gloria pulls up her stopwatch again and downs the last part of her wine. I watch in painful agony as the stroking continues, denied of all pleasure. The strokes are slow and controlled, extended for maximum dissatisfaction.


The second tick by and I’ve successfully made it quadruple the time I did normally which I feel is beyond embarrassing. I quiver and shake, muttering and spluttering I beg for release as my pain slowly and noticeably begins to meld and merge into pleasure around the two minute mark.

As if noticing my queues Cindy speeds up her strokes to a ludicrous speed, almost breaking my dick as I harden and cum all within the span of a three second window.

“Ughhhhh. Mhmm.”


Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

With another abysmal spray the trip roar in laughter as Gloria stops the timer. 2min 3sec.

I feel so hollow, the formerly clean carpet now dirty again with a cumshot that occurred even faster than my first (not counting the POT).

I look around and see the beet red faces of fun, the air unable to be brought back into the gasping lungs, the pointed fingers and teary eyes.

Without being told I kneel down and suck my still warm cum from the dirty carpet as one of the girls disappears into one of Gloria’s many rooms of her large house or more aptly, mansion.

“Even with post-orgasm training he is still a minute man…a second man!” Jen says correcting herself before anyone can interject.

“It’s one of those things that can’t be fixed.” Gloria calls out from down the hall, her voice an echo of her superiority.

I look over to Cindy who smiles longingly and pitifully at me before she nods in agreement.

Returning, Gloria shoves a beautifully wrapped gift box up toward the smiling and tipsy Cindy.

“Happy birthday.” Gloria says sincerely.

The box is deep, like that of a shoebox but all of the size of a compact tissue box. As Cindy unwraps the crinkly wrapping she pops the box open, the light catching on her gift.

“It’s beautiful!” Cindy shrieks putting on the golden loop necklace immediately, the key medallion adorning it hanging heavy between her A-cups.

“Look underneath.” Gloria calls, her wine glass now refilled. With a devious sip, she watches with malicious intent as Cindy removes the top layer revealing the true gift.

Lifting it from the box, Cindy reveals a heavy metal, pure steel chastity cage. A nub style, near flat design.

“Jen and I got tired of hearing about Inches over there and how he constantly disappoints you sexually so we decided to each get you a gift to help fix that.”

“I’m not going to wear that!” I say standing to my feet in my first (and final) act of defiance.

With an angry growl Jen launches from the couch, tackling me to the floor, pinning me easily and utterly.

Walking slowly and purposefully Gloria walks between my open legs, exchanging the chastity cage with the wine glass with Cindy.

Slowly she kneels down, running the cold cage against my warm and shaking legs. With little regard or care she forced my manhood into the shell, pushing and shrinking me down to size.

The oppressive click of the lock brings me to tears as if to mock me one last time, Gloria places a passionate kiss on the end of the cage; the metal ending preventing me from even feeling the heat of her breath.

Frustrated and lost I lay on the ground limply as the girls return to the couch. Like a spectator, the invisible man, all I can do is watch as my manhood is taken away and before it’s even had time to acclimate I feel my heart drop as the a figure lurches in from down the hall.

“Time for my present.” Jen says clapping her hands together.

“You didn’t get me the chastity cage?” Cindy asks puzzled as the figure gets even closer.

“Oh gosh no, Gloria did, the key and cage are a matching set. My gift is much more…practical.” She confirms delightedly.

I blink to ensure I’m not seeing things and yet no amount of blinks removes the visceral image of a massive, six-foot man standing behind Cindy, his gargantuan frame looming overhead.

“Cindy this is your new bull, Eric. He’s 9.5 inches in length and well…I’ll let you discover the girth.” Jen said jumping from the couch to pin me down, knowing my next move.

Jen pushed my head into the carpet, my face pointed directly at the pure white couch as Gloria stood off by the side, swirling her wine.

Cindy smiled with wide eyes and hardened nipples, a lustful drool string fell from her eager mouth as Eric jumped the couch, ripping both his and her clothes off in a matter of moments.

Caged, broken and premature I watch with beta-male horror as Eric pins Cindy down to the couch, her eager mouth receiving his long fat cock immediately, wetting every inch of its massive circumference. The gurgle noises, the sexual slurping sped up and down as Eric throat fucked Cindy right before my eyes, taking his huge hog out only to slap her cheeks with it or to lightly slap her himself.

Eagerly she praised it, before she was dominated again. The cycle continued until he grunted loud, pulling himself from her mouth and shoving himself into her dripping wet cunt without warning or care.

With a pleasure grunt of surprise, Cindy moaned a shriek of enjoyment, Jen and Gloria smiling from eye to eye as mine watered deeply as deep as Eric was thrusting.

He pounded her, a jack hammer of sexual lust, her body ached and arched, her vocals wavering almost to the point of becoming hoarse. There was no timer this time so the minutes passed both instantaneously fast and unfathomably slow.

“That’s it you little bitch.” Eric muttered, slapping Cindy across the face.

“Tighten up for daddy.” He barked.

Without hesitation Cindy complied, a mound of putty in her bull’s dominant hands. Within seconds the muscle bound wall of a man tightened up, his veins streaked across his body as he lurched backward, a bellowing groan of ecstasy rippling through the air as he came deep in my girlfriend’s gaping vagina.

He had stretched her wide. As he pulled out, extracting the last drops in her, the creampie practically spilling outward I felt my place becoming cemented within the confines of my relationship.

Jen raised herself off me as I rolled onto all fours. Through tear soaked eyes and a broken heart I accepted my new found date as my girlfriend snapped her fingers above her cum filled pussy and ordered me quickly;

“Bubby come clean me up.”

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