Chapter 182 - CHAPTER 10 - C.O.C.K POLISHING

Curt was rutting like some animal in heat now, his straight boy mind in a fog with a single minded intense d.e.s.i.r.e to shoot his load - though another small part of his brain was desperately trying to get control of his body and fight back and resist. He had never before experienced such unrelentingly, almost never ending lavishing of his c.o.c.k with fingers, tongues and mouths that knew every nerve ending on his d.i.c.k, knob and balls to trigger near explosions of sheer s.e.x.u.a.l ecstasy. But always stopping short.

The stage was set for the next part of the edging session which now focused on sheer unbearable c.o.c.k polishing and palming. This included stroking his d.i.c.k in a certain direction, or using the palm of one's hand to rub back and forth slowly (and also fast) over his c.o.c.k head, using fingers to flick at the flange and hands and palms to rub the head in a direction that all caused excruciating sensations that caused all males virtually to have a violent reaction with an equally violent reaction to try to stop it. They were masters at that type of c.o.c.k abuse - and they would inflict that torture on Curt for hours and days ahead and looked forward to it.

While Curt was still shaking from the edging ordeal they blindfolded him again, as he angrily yelled at them to get away. They uncuffed one arm and then the other chaining them tightly behind his sweaty muscled back, and uncuffed and chained his ankles together, and carried his struggling nude body to the queen sized bed platform a few feet away.

Despite his resistance, Curt was easily tossed face up on the bed, and then quickly his arms and legs were chained to each corner, His blindfold was removed, and he stared at his tormentors - gathered around the bed - a number that had grown to 12 men plus two video camera me. All wore ski mask type hoods. Some would be allowed to actually participate in the next ordeal for Curt - the others would only be allowed to watch, but gather around and watch closely, to crowd the boy and force him to stare back knowing they were witnessing his torments by the fingers, hands, tongues of other guys.

They knew straight boys almost never had to endure such torments in their s.e.x lives - especially handsome boys like Curt because they were always in control. They would never allow such discomfort to go on very long - if at all.

Straight studs like Curt always decided how long to keep thrusting and pumping his hard d.i.c.ks in quivering pussies, how long kissing, fondling and other foreplay would go, and when he - and his partner - would achieve o.r.g.a.s.m.

His good looks and build and s.e.x.u.a.l prowess always guaranteed that any girl he slept with would achieve o.r.g.a.s.m and the memory of the best s.e.x they had that seemed to make him appear selfless and giving in his lovemaking - when in reality he was selfish and primarily focused on his physical needs. The girls - so fixated on Curt's looks and body - seemed to achieve o.r.g.a.s.m as soon as he thrust his hard d.i.c.k into them as if they were being f.u.c.k.e.d by a young God. They were lucky they came before he did - otherwise they would have been out of luck. Once he shot his load, he stopped in an instant - he couldn't stand the unbearable sensations on his d.i.c.k - especially his knob after shooting.

Any girl that tried doing something to his body that caused unbearable sensations or tickling would be stopped immediately by Curt. He made no jokes about that, and had no problem firmly grabbing the hands or arms of any girl he was sleeping with who tried to do that telling them in a firm serious voice to stop it.

But that was now in the past for Curt. Now he wasn't in control. He was helpless, tied up tight and at the mercy of some crazed perverts.

They wanted now to see this boy endure and withstand several hours of a different kind of edging - the c.o.c.k polishing and palming would keep him hard as a rock through extreme intense unbearable sensations on his knob and shaft. It was like intense unbearable tickle torture.

He had no idea what to expect - and shuddered when they patiently - and cruelly explained what they intended to do to him. His body was still shuddering from the ordeal of the previous three hour edging that brought him countless times to the edge of mind shattering o.r.g.a.s.m only to stop. That was an ordeal of sheer electric never ending almost unbearable p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that drove him always to the brink of a mind shattering o.r.g.a.s.m - over and over and over. But never allowed to shoot. The frustration his body and mind felt was overwhelming. Rage. Anger. Humilation that these faggots could manipulate his body so easily and without resistance - though he did struggle.

Now they told him he was going to have to endure a different ordeal. Curt's mind and body was in turmoil.

Suddenly, one of the hooded guys suddenly grabbed Curt's still hard c.o.c.k, and with his hand lubed up began to slowly "apple polishing" his knob over and over and over. Curt other than a gasp, showed no response for a second, glaring down at the guy touching him. Then in a split second his body violently reacted as if shocked by a live hot wire, squealing then shrieking and begging him to stop. Curt's body thrashed this way and that as much as the restraints would allow. It was like tickle torture but somehow even worse. The sensations were electric, instant and overwhelming, causing Curt to shriek a unintelligible babble that clearly showed anguish and terror.

The hooded guy continued slowly as Curt's entire body shook, buckled and tried desperately to get away from the palm and hand that was tormenting his c.o.c.khead. For Curt, having been through three hours of torturous edging, the horror he felt was he knew they would not stop.

After 15 minute segments or so another hooded guy would stop for a second or two causing Curt to shudder involuntarily and choke back a anguished sob from the ordeal - thinking it was over. And then the hooded guy would suddenly repeat all over - again and again.

"F.U.C.KF.U.C.K OOOOOH!!!" he shrieked, his body buckling wildly on the bed.

Curt's body grew taut - and he thrashed and struggled like a wild animal, despite the long ordeal, and literally shrieked and screamed for them to stop. It was music to their ears.

Now nearly hysterical from what the polishing he never was forced to endure before - and now knew he would be tortured this way for hours. He threatened, he pleaded, he begged in that masculine reedy voice that soon grew hoarse from shouting, yelling and soon became just one animal-like shriek of agony.

Different hooded guys did this over and over and over for a solid two hours, palming up and over and down his spongy s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.khead - pausing when it appeared that Curt had adjusted to the sensation or somehow was no longer reacting to it.

"AAAAAHHHAHAHAHNNOOOSTOP AAAAHSTAPLEEEEAAAAAA" he shrieked almost in agony from the unbearable feeling, not even able to speak - his words garbled and in a jumble from the torment making ferocious attempts to break free. He was clearly begging them to stop. They had no intention.

Going into the third hour, another hooded guy took over and concentrated on intense endless intense pleasurable stroking, always short of pushing him over the edge, but fl.i.c.k.i.n.g his flange - the underside ridge of his knob - over and over, and thumbing the underside of his shaft all the way up to the mushroom head as the boy growled like a cat in heat. And just as he was getting used to that edging, the hooded guy rubbed and polished his knob, palming it brutally for another 30 minutes as Curt screamed out.

Jesse stopped, letting go of Curt's rock hard d.i.c.k, letting the huge engorged s.e.x organ of this incredibly handsome straight boy flop l.e.w.dly up and down as if searching for a p.u.s.s.y to f.u.c.k hard. They all stared at their prize - n.a.k.e.d, spread-eagled and tied up, a beautiful tanned sweaty body with his uncut d.i.c.k hard and sticking out proudly, slightly curving upwards, the tip was dripping with strings of his sticky pre-c.u.m from the non-stop edging and c.o.c.k polishing.