A bunch of guys, typically around six of us, get together on Thursday evenings. I’m one of them. We start off with small talk, beers and snacks. Then George, the host, plays some porn on his big screen. Pretty soon, it turns into a mutual masturbation orgy. Our wives know. Maybe even our children know. It’s all good. It’s a great way to let off steam, or equalize, or something. I’ve noticed these past couple of years I’ve been even closer to my wife than in the past. I don’t know if it’s because of Thursdays, or not, but I’d like to think so.
Normally, we’re pretty tame. Basically, it’s a bunch of naked guys exchanging handjobs. Last week I was feeling a bit frisky, and so was a guy named Steve. I was idly wanking him while he was laying there enjoying the attention, when he announced something that he was interested in trying, what he called ‘post-orgasm stimulation.’ I thought he wanted me to do that to him, but no, it was the other way around. At first I was reluctant, but then the other guys, overhearing us, pretty much dared me to give it a try. I foolishly relented.
George has some soft ropes just for something like this, but we’ve never used them. The guys tied me to George’s sofa by my wrists and ankles. Just being like that, all vulnerable, fully inflated my penis.
Steve announced how it was to work: He was going to get me off. But then he was going to keep going. No safeword. No way out. He figured that would make it more exciting for me. My heart was starting to beat hard and fast in my chest. I was sexually excited, yes, but something more, too. I was scared. This was starting to spook me out.
Steve continued. The only way out was to become soft. He would keep up the post-orgasm stimulation until my penis lost its erection. He asked whether I wanted to proceed. He was giving me an out. I actually thought about changing my mind, but I knew I had to do this.
Steve started in on me, and all the other four guys stopped what they were doing, gathered around the sofa and watched me get my treatment. Now, Steve is an artist. He wasn’t going to simply jerk me off. No, he was going to seriously edge me, and torture me too, with a bit of rubbing of the palm of his hand over my glans. Oooh, that was hard to take. I twisted this way and that, trying to get away from that oiled up palm rubbing right over the top of my penis. What a horrible itch!
Fortunately, he switched back to some other things, like pulling on my frenulum. Then, when I was about as erect as is humanly possible, he pulled the skin of my penis down as far as it would go, causing my erection to strain against the pulled skin. It almost hurt, but it didn’t really. He just kept holding my skin down like that. It started to feel downright orgasmic. I told him I was cumming, but he just kept holding my skin pulled down and tight like that.
The contractions started and I threw a few spurts of cum high into the air. He was still just holding the skin of my penis pulled tight down toward my belly, with my penis convulsing. The pulsing subsided, and then he changed his plan. He let go of the skin, and started jerking me off as if I hadn’t just cum. It was immediately excruciating. I was twisting hard in my bonds, I was alternatively moaning and hollering, but there was no way I could get out of his grip.
Then he did the unthinkable: He returned to rubbing his palm over the head of my penis. I shrieked, I laughed, I begged, I continued uselessly twisting with all my might. I was in a weird kind of pain. Well, it wasn’t exactly a pain, and it certainly wasn’t a tickle, but it was un-fucking-bearable!
He just kept going. My penis took its sweet time going soft, but finally, finally, it did, and Steve quit his ministrations.
I was so spent that when the guys untied me, I couldn’t even get off the couch for a few minutes. Everyone seemed to be admiring me for what I had just endured. A bit later in the evening, some of the guys did the same thing to each other. I even tortured Steve in the same way. Oddly, he came twice. His penis didn’t go soft as soon as I would have expected. In fact, he stayed hard, and stopped squirming so much. He shot a second load, which was mostly just a couple of drops of clear liquid, but cum again he did. I’ve never seen that before. I didn’t even know it was possible. I continued stimulating him after that second cum, and then he did squirm and yell. Boy did he squirm, but I was undeterred, and made sure his dick was good and soft before I was done with him.
That torture was by far the worst thing I’ve ever endured. It was also the best. I can’t wait to do it again next Thursday.
That’s me in the picture below, the very penis that Steve treated so badly.