James' resolve barely lasted a day. He was kept ragingly erect almost the whole time, allowed to soften only briefly between doses of the drug, just long enough to urinate. He was restrained, so it was impossible for him to bring himself off. Every now and then, one of the technicians would lightly tease his cock with the brush of fingers or the tickle of a feather, just enough to heighten his arousal, without bringing him to orgasm.

No man could stand such teasing forever, and James was especially unused to having his needs go unfulfilled. Glennis was a little disappointed that he didn't prove a more worth adversary, but then, the corrupt hardly ever did. They were so accustomed to trampling the defenseless, that they had no idea how to defend themselves.

James certainly looked ill equipped to deal with his situation, lying strapped to the table, his erection purple and obscenely swollen, his balls bloated.

"I'm so glad you've come to your senses," Glennis told him.

"You're fucking torturing me," he said, indignantly.

"Now, James, surely a hard cock is nothing new to you."

His eyes glittered angrily. "I hate you," he hissed.

She pretended to pout. "And I'm so fond of you. Well, anyway, let's not dwell on that. Let's get down to business. First, you need to tell us what you want."

"I want to come, you bitch."

"And you know the rules about that."

"Fuck you." And then his voice went soft. "I just want to do what I have to, so I can get some fucking relief."

"You have to say it first, James. We have to have your consent."

"You think I don't know what you're doing? You think I don't realize how you're trying to mind fuck me, you sick bitch?"

She shrugged. "Believe what you want. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's just get it over with, okay?"

"Get what over with, James?"

He set his jaw and refused to speak.

"Oh, come on, James," she chided. "It's not that hard, is it? All you have to do is tell us you want to perform fellatio. You can do that, can't you?"

"I want to come," he insisted.

"So go ahead and tell me what I need to hear."

"Bitch," he muttered.

"If you're going to waste my time--" She started to leave.

"Wait! Don't go."

"So?"

James swallowed hard. "I want-- I want to perform--" His voice broke. "Fellatio," he said, very quietly.

She beamed at him proudly. "Wonderful, James. Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

He glared at her hatefully.

"Okay, okay," she said. "So you've never given head before, is that right, James?"

"Of course not," he spat out angrily. "I told you I'm not into that faggot shit."

"Well, that means you're going to need some instruction. Bradshaw here will be happy to guide you through it. And I'll throw in some pointers, too. Are you ready, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam."

"Okay. Go ahead then."

Bradshaw unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. As he pushed his briefs down over his hips, his good-sized erection sprang free, curving up toward his belly.

"Fuck!" James said, his eyes large and round.

"Ordinarily, it would be your job to undress and arouse your clients, but since this is your first time and we're not quite ready to trust you with your hands free, Bradshaw has taken care of this part for you."

James stared at Bradshaw's dick, transfixed by fear, a look Glennis had seen many times on the faces of unwilling male subjects.

"Get down on your knees in front of him," Glennis instructed.

James shook his head. "No way. I'll suck him, but I'm not doing that."

"I'm afraid it's mandatory. You know yourself that the submissiveness of the person doing the sucking is a big part of the thrill of getting blown."

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Do you want to come or not?" she asked.

"I said fuck you!"

She sucked on her index finger and lightly traced the vein along the underside of his straining dick. He groaned pitifully.

She asked again, "Do you want to come?"

He gritted his teeth. "I'm going to get free someday, and then I'm going to make you sorry you ever fucked with me."

"Mmm, I'll remember that. But for now, why don't you just accept that you're going to have to get on your knees or you're never going to come again."

She gently cupped his balls, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

"Or maybe you don't really need to come so badly after all?"

"You know I do." His body shook with need.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

James swallowed hard and grudgingly dropped to his knees.

"That's much better," she told him. "Kneel there in front of him, meekly, like you're praying to his dick. Look at it, admire it. A man doesn't just want to have his cock sucked. He wants to have it worshipped. Something I'm sure you know from personal experience."

James struggled to keep the sneer on his face, but Glennis could see how he clenched his hands, how he pressed his lips together in a tight, grim line. It had been one thing to agree to this in the abstract, something distant and unreal, which he probably figured he could get out of one way or another. It was something else entirely to be faced with the reality of it all, to have a man's cock bobbing in front of his mouth, to feel the heat from it, to smell it. To know that in a few short seconds he was going to have to take it in his mouth and cross the sexual rubicon every heterosexual man lived in terror of.

"Okay, Bradshaw, you can take it from here," she told her assistant. "Tell James what to do, how to please you."

Bradshaw took James' head in his hands. James tried to pull away, but Bradshaw's grasp was firm.

"A good cocksucking starts slow and builds," Bradshaw explained. "Blow on the head."

James hesitated, his lip trembling.

"Go on," Bradshaw coaxed.

James closed his eyes, pursed his lips and blew very primly.

"Keep it up," Bradshaw told him. "Vary the rhythm, short puffs and then long ones. Yeah, good. Good. That feels nice. Now, kiss it."

James started to balk, but Bradshaw held him in place.

"Put your lips on my dick and start kissing," Bradshaw reiterated, in a firmer voice.

James curled up his mouth in disgust as he planted a quick little peck.

"Like you're enjoying it," Bradshaw instructed. "Kiss down the shaft and back up again. That's good. Now the other side. Oh, that feels so good, James. You're good at this. Okay, now lick the head."

James' face was filled with trepidation as he darted out his tongue for a quick swipe.

"Ugh! Shit, that tastes fucking awful."

Bradshaw laughed. "Now you know what women put with, how they all just pretend to like it. You have to pretend, too, like it's candy and you can't get enough. Swirl your tongue around the head and play with the slit. Like my come tastes so good you have to go right to the source."

Glennis smiled as she watched James start to grow more bold, going from a tentative flirtation with Bradshaw's cock to licking at it like it was an ice cream cone. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly people could adapt to almost anything if they had enough incentive.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good, James," Bradshaw moaned. "I love your hot, sweet mouth. Give me more of it. Cover your teeth with your lips and take my dick into your mouth. Just the head. Oh, yeah. Now suck me."

The sight of James with his lips wrapped around another man's cock made Glennis feel flushed and needy, but she would take care of it later, in the privacy of her own bedroom, watching the video of James' oral deflowering as many times as she pleased.

"Yeah, suck me harder," Bradshaw urged. "Use your tongue. Oh, yeah. Like that. Breathe through your nose. Take more of the shaft into your mouth. Lick down the sides. Yeah. And that place beneath the head, you know what I'm talking about."

Bradshaw's fingers clenched in James' hair. His mouth was open, and his eye were heavy lidded with pleasure. And despite the fact that Glennis had known and respected him for years, she felt in that moment the most intense hatred for him, that he could do what she could not, simply because he had a dick and she didn't. This was the one, elusive weapon she would never be able to buy for herself--a real dick, not a toy facsimile. Not that she would have traded being a woman. Nothing could be more delicious than that. It was just that she regretted always having to use proxies to do her job. She would have liked to be able to deliver retribution with her own body, to unman and degrade her prey herself.

"Aaah. Yeah," Bradshaw urged. "That's it. Suck me, whore. Suck my dick."

He began to rock his hips. James' eyes bulged as he struggled to accommodate more of his shaft.

"Relax your muscles," Bradshaw told him. "Try to get it as far down your throat as you can."

Of course, there were also benefits to watching. Glennis savored the panicked expression on James' face as he found out what it felt like to deep throat a cock.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Take it, whore. Take my dick down your tight, slut throat."

Bradshaw began to thrust more vigorously, pulling on James' ears. James started to struggle, to resist.

"Don't," Glennis warned. "This is the secret to cocksucking. It seems like it's something you're doing to him. But really it's something he's doing to you. And you have to let him do whatever he wants, let him fuck your face however he chooses."

"Oh, God." Bradshaw began to thrust wildly, and James looked terrified. "I'm coming, whore. You're making me come in your mouth. Take it. Take it all."

"Swallow, James. Don't you dare spit it out," Glennis told him.

"AAAGH!" Bradshaw's hips bucked as his come exploded out of him.

James struggled to swallow it all, his throat muscles working frantically, trying not to choke, but it was obviously more than he was expecting. The sticky white fluid overflowed his mouth and went all over his face. Bradshaw's orgasm subsided, and he pulled away. James crumpled to the floor.

"Not bad for a first time," Glennis said. "What did you think, Bradshaw?"

"I'd say he has a real natural talent," he said, still a little out of breath.

"Did you hear that, James? Natural talent. That's wonderful."

James didn't stir. He lay curled on the floor, sobbing softly. Glennis knelt beside him and touched his shoulder.

"James?" she said gently.

He didn't stop crying.

She stroked his shoulder and his back. "Come on and sit up, huh, baby?"

He didn't move, but he did let her maneuver him into a sitting position. Tears streaked down his face and cum dripped from his chin, the picture of unmanned misery. This was what men spent all their lives working so hard to avoid, taking refuge in swaggering machismo, telling faggot jokes to make it clear that they were real men, the sucked, never the sucker, the fucker, never the fucked. And now James knew what it was to be on the other side of the equation, some other man's personal come dump. And Glennis could look in his eyes and see that the terrible thing he feared had come true. He really never would be the same again.

"Oh, James. James. Don't cry, baby. It wasn't really that bad, was it?"

He shuddered violently.

"Let's get you cleaned up, huh? Maybe that will make you feel better. Bradshaw, could you hand me a wash cloth?"

"Of course, madam." Bradshaw ran the water in the sink. "Here you are." He handed her a damp cloth.

"Thank you." She tenderly washed James' face. "I bet that feels good, huh? Nice and clean again."

She guided his head to her breast, stroked his hair while he cried, and murmured little nonsense phrases of comfort. She could feel him relax against her, enjoying the touch of a woman, needing it after what he'd just been through, even if it was from the very same woman who had caused all his misery.

Glennis couldn't help finding his acquiescence repulsive. It was all so easy, and she had wanted him to be more worthy. But the mind was a brittle organ, she knew that too well. It was the foundation of her work, after all. To be slapped by someone with one hand and caressed with the other--the brain could never wrap itself around that paradox and tended simply to collapse into confusion. Its solution was to forget the pain and live for the fleeting moments of tenderness. Soon enough, James would do anything she wanted, willingly, eagerly, for the simple recompense of a kind touch.

"There, there," she said, rubbing his back.

Finally he pulled away. "Why?" he asked, in a shaky voice.

"Why what, baby?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I have your best interest at heart, James. You'll come to see that some day."

He shook his head vehemently. "You made me--" His face twisted with disgust. "You made me do that."

"No, baby. You chose that of your own free will. Remember? You said you wanted it."

James' lip began to tremble again. "It was horrible."

"My poor James," she said. "It's always hardest the first time, but you'll get used to it. All you need is some practice."

He shook his head. "No." He sobbed. "I'm not doing that ever again. Just this once. That's all."

"Okay, baby. Whatever you say." She smoothed his hair back from his face. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"Please, undo my hands" he said, looking down at his angry red cock. "I hurt so bad."

"Oh, baby, you haven't earned the right to have an orgasm. I'm sorry, but rules are rules."

He stared at her in disbelief. "But you said-- You said if I-- did that, then I could come. And I did it. I--" Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Sucking Bradshaw doesn't count. He's your trainer. That blow job was for your benefit, not his. To earn the right to come, you have to service actual clients."

He shook his head wildly. "No! You said--"

"I'm sorry if you misunderstood me, but this is the way it's always been, for everybody around here. Isn't that right, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam. Always."

"To be allowed to come, you have to earn points. You get one point for every blow job you give. You can also earn extra credit for enthusiasm and skill. That's judged by each individual client."

"No," he moaned. "No. God. Please."

"Since you're still learning your art, you'll start out by giving head to employees who work here on the estate. They deserve a treat every now and then."

He started to rock back and forth. "You can't do this. You can't."

"Now, it's reasonable to expect that accidents may happen during your novice period. You don't have to worry that this will result in the loss of a testicle, not unless we're certain you did it on purpose."

"Oh, God!"

"But you will still be corrected, to help you remember to be more careful in the future. Do you understand?"

"I can't do this," he said, miserably. "Please. I need to come. Now."

"And I just explained why that's not possible. Now, you can start earning the points you need. Or not. It's completely up to you."

"I need to come so bad," he said, desperately.

"Then you need to start giving blow jobs. Are you ready to do that?"

"You're totally fucking evil, you know that?"

"Maybe," she conceded. "If that's what you call someone with very strict rules and all the power needed to enforce them. So do you want to start servicing clients or what?"

His face was red with shame, and he wouldn't look at her. But he did nod.

"Good. Now, whenever you're ready to give head, all you have to do is let Bradshaw know. Just tell him: I want another cock to suck. Understand?"

"I hate you so much," he said.

She nodded. "Yes, I think you've mentioned that before. Now, answer my question. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said, belligerently.

"Okay, then go ahead and say it whenever you're ready."

"I--"

"Only if you really want to come."

"I want another cock to suck," he whispered.

"Did you hear that, Bradshaw?"

"I'm not sure, madam."

"I think you're going to have to speak up a little, James. Now, what is it that you want?"

"Another cock to suck," he said, more loudly, coloring with embarrassment.

Glennis smiled. "If you're sure?"

He nodded his head. "Hurry. I'm really in pain."

"Okay, Bradshaw, bring in his first customer."

Bradshaw nodded and left the room.

"And, James," Glennis said. "Don't forget that you get extra points for skill and enthusiasm. So don't just rush through it. Look eager. Tell them how good they taste, how much you like sucking them, deep throat them if you can. Make sure you swallow. Men always like that. You'll get your points sooner."

Bradshaw returned with one of the household maintenance workers. The man had already taken out his cock. It bobbed in front of him as he moved eagerly toward James.

"Call me if there are any problems," Glennis told Bradshaw.

He nodded.

"Bon apetite," she said to James and couldn't help laughing as she left him to a long afternoon of cocksucking.

Glennis watched James' progress with interest and amusement. Her staff kept her updated with videos of his sessions, and occasionally, she would stop by the observation booth to watch for herself through the two-way mirror.

It was true what she had told him; it really did get easier with practice. With each cock, his technique improved, and a little more of his hesitation disappeared. As he came closer to earning enough points to be allowed to come, he grew positively animated. He would kiss and lick and suck with intense concentration, really working the dick, moaning in the back of his throat as if in appreciation, a little trick he'd learned along the way, something his clients loved and rewarded with extra points.

Whenever he finished with one cock, he would immediately beg for the next, come still glistening on his lips.

Glennis watched through the mirror as James eagerly slurped away, dutifully servicing one of the farmhands who worked on her estate. The man gripped James' head and shoved his cock roughly in and out of his mouth, taunting him with every thrust.

"Suck me, faggot," he said. "Get it down your throat and drink my come, cocksucker."

The man thrust in jerky, clumsy movements, and James was clearly struggling to keep up with him.

"Aaaagh!" the man cried out suddenly and slapped James hard across the face. "Bitch!"

Bradshaw immediately intervened, and Glennis hurried into the room.

"What is going on here?" she demanded.

"This stupid whore scraped me with his teeth."

James scrambled to his feet. "It's not my fault he moves like a clumsy idiot."

The man lunged at James. "I'll teach you to show some respect, with a fist to your faggot face."

Bradshaw caught him before he could hit James again. "Remember where you are and in whose presence."

The farmhand froze, an expression of realization and then fear flashing across his face. He ducked his head and said with grovelling humility, "Forgive me, senora."

"What is your name?" Glennis asked.

"Julio, senora."

"Well, Julio, you seem to have forgotten the orientation you went through when you began working here."

"I apologize, senora. I lost my temper."

"I'm afraid that's not an excuse. We have very clear procedures for dealing with situations such as these. And you know you're never allowed to strike a subject unless specifically ordered to do so by myself or a member of the training staff. You do remember these rules, don't you?"

"Yes, senora. I am so sorry to disobey."

She studied him a moment. "All right. Since it's your first infraction, your wages will be docked and further interaction with subjects after this is denied until you pass a remedial course on proper etiquette. Is that understood?"

"Yes, senora. Thank you. You are too kind."

"Just see that it never happens again, or I won't be quite so magnanimous."

Glennis turned back to James, who was not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

"As for you," she said. "You were warned that you would be punished if something like this happened."

"He jerked around so much," James insisted. "How was I supposed to help it?"

She shook her head with disappointment. "That's completely the wrong attitude, James. When you're sucking a man's cock, your job is to please him, period. It doesn't matter what he does. It doesn't matter if his cock is so filthy you practically choke on it or if he gets off on hurting you or if he doesn't really know what he's doing. There are no excuses for failing to satisfy him. This is an important lesson, and you will learn it."

"But it was his fault. It's not fair!"

"Oh, James, please. Don't be a child. When has fairness ever had anything to do with anything? Was it fair that you forced yourself on every hooker who had the misfortune to work the same area you patrolled? Now quit sniveling and take your punishment like a man."

Bradshaw stepped forward. "I have the ball spreader, madam."

"Good. Put it on him. Just make sure he doesn't get off on it."

Bradshaw nodded. "Corrine, squeeze the base of his penis while I put this on, just in case."

"What the fuck is that for?" James demanded with alarm.

"It's to separate your balls, James. So each one can get the attention it deserves," Glennis said.

"What the hell for?"

He started to squirm.

"Hold still," Bradshaw said.

"Get that faggot thing off me!"

He tried to pull away, but Bradshaw had too much experience for him. In a few short moments, the ball spreader was snapped snugly in place. James' balls were pushed out from his body and apart from each other, so that each was prominently displayed.

"Okay, you can let go of his cock now, Corrine," Bradshaw instructed.

"I want this piece of shit off my balls," James said, more shrilly.

"What I'm about to say is very important, James. So I want you to listen carefully. Remember how we discussed the difference between things you're asked to do versus what you are ordered to do? Well, this is an order, and you will obey it. In a moment, Bradshaw is going to release your hands. If you look up, you'll see straps hanging from the ceiling. When your hands are freed, you will reach up and grab hold of those straps. You will not touch yourself. You will hold onto the straps until I tell you that you may let them go. You will not let go of them before you receive permission, not for any reason. Failure to obey will result in the loss of a testicle."

James paled.

"I'm sure you remember what happened to the unfortunate Kenny. Hold onto the straps, and you won't end up like him."

"What are you going to do to me?" James asked, truly scared now.

"Bradshaw," she said. "Free his hands."

Bradshaw nimbly undid the fastenings and released him. He stretched his arms and rubbed his wrists to help restore the circulation. But he didn't try to touch his cock.

"Grab the straps," Glennis commanded.

James hesitated, his face filled with dread, but he did finally obey, lifting his arms and putting his hands through the loops.

"It's a good idea to hold on tight," she told him. "To make sure you don't let go."

"Please, don't," he begged. "I'll be more careful. I'll never do it again. Please don't hurt me."

She shook her head. "Not me. Julio. He's the one you bit."

"I didn't--"

"Don't make me have to punish you for arguing, as well. Trust me, it's the last thing you need right now."

"God, please, don't," he pleaded, futilely.

Bradshaw handed her the paddle, similar in size and shape to the kind used for playing ping pong, but specially constructed for its particular task.

When James saw it, he started to panic. "What the fuck is that for?" he asked. "You're not going to beat my ass with that thing. Don't you fucking touch me."

Glennis ignored him and spoke to Julio, "You do remember this part of your training, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, senora. I promise to do it right."

"You'd better," she said. "Not too hard. Alternate sides. And you stop when I tell you to."

"Of course, senora. Anything you say, I'll obey."

"Very well, then. Go ahead." She handed him the paddle.

Julio gripped it eagerly, clearly looking forward to avenging his wronged cock.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" James screamed. "I'm not going to let you spank me with that."

James kept his grip on the straps, but thrashed his lower body, trying to twist away from Julio. Bradshaw moved behind him and held his hips firmly in place.

"It's going to hurt more if you don't stop this silliness and just stay still," Glennis told him.

"Don't do this. Please," James begged.

Julio struck the first blow to his left testicle.

"AAAAGH!" James shrieked, his eyes wide with shock and terror. This was obviously not what he had been expecting.

Julio grinned and hit him again, on the other ball. "Now you'll learn to watch where you put your teeth, whore."

Julio settled into a steady, punishing rhythm. James howled in agony, sweat pouring off his body. He had to strain so hard to keep from letting go of the straps that the tendons on the sides of his neck stood out.

"How does that feel, fairy?" Julio jeered. "Having your balls broken is no better than having your cock bitten, ey?"

James didn't even try to control his reaction. He cried openly, tears streaming pathetically down his cheeks. It always entertained Glennis that inflicting a little pain on a man's balls could make him sound just like a little girl.

When Glennis noticed the muscles in James' arms starting to shake, she knew he couldn't take much more.

"That's enough," she told Julio.

He looked distinctly disappointed, but he did stop.

"You can go now," she told him.

He handed the paddle to Bradshaw and nodded to Glennis. "Thank you, senora."

When he was gone, Glennis said to James, "So, I trust you'll be more careful from now on."

He nodded, gasping raggedly, his face red, his nose running.

"All right, then. You can let go."

He sank to the floor and curled into a fetal position, sobbing disconsolately, holding his injured balls.

She watched him with a mixture of triumph and disgust.

"Get him off the floor," she told Bradshaw. "And bind his hands again. I won't have him touching himself like that."

As she turned to go, she took one last look at his shaking form, huddled forlornly on the floor. It was hard to believe he was the same man who had haunted her for so many years.

It took several days before James recovered sufficiently to return to his duties. His balls were still black and blue, and he grimaced whenever he walked. But he was healed enough to feel horny again, and so he was determined to win the right to come. He went back to sucking cock with abandon, and soon enough, earned his reward.

Glennis was quite excited for him. In fact, she'd gone all out making arrangements for his big day.

When Bradshaw brought James into the salon, the room was packed with guests, various friendly acquaintances and colleagues Glennis had invited to share in the amusement. They relaxed on the couches and comfortable chairs, dressed in evening finery, sipping cocktails and chatting. Bradshaw led James through the crowd, and everyone stopped what they were doing to stare, some with simple admiration, others with lewd hunger. James blushed furiously.

In the center of the room on an elevated platform was a divan covered in a rich red velvet cloth. Bradshaw instructed James to lie down on it. A video camera on a tripod stood nearby. Glennis joined them.

"What are all these people doing here?" James asked her.

"Why they've come to watch, of course," she told him.

"No fucking way! I'm not jerking off in front of your sick, perverted friends. So just forget about it."

"I'm sorry, James, but this is the way we do things around here. Isn't it, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam. It is."

"I earned this!" he insisted, sounding like a sullen teenager.

She sighed. "Oh, James, really. What did you expect? That you'd be allowed to stroke and fondle and play with yourself, and it would be for your enjoyment alone?"

"Yeah."

"James, a whore doesn't own his own pleasure. His body is just a plaything, for the pleasure of others, even when he's getting himself off."

"I'm not a whore!"

She tilted her head. "You don't think so? You gave blow jobs in order to get something you wanted. How is that different from selling your body for money?"

"But you made me."

"No, I didn't. You had a choice. You wanted to come. So you prostituted your mouth for the privilege."

"It wasn't like that," he denied.

"Wasn't it? Well, anyway, you did do it. You sucked any man's cock you were presented with and begged for more. After that, surely you can do something as simple as put on a little show for my friends. What's it going to hurt? It's not as if you have any pride left."

He flushed with fury. "I won't!"

She stood up. "Oh, well, then. I guess you don't really want to come. That's fine. Bradshaw, take him back to the training room."

"No! You promised."

"And I've kept my word. You're the one who's letting the opportunity go to waste."

"What have I ever done to you?" he asked, desperately.

"Maybe you'll remember someday. But right now, if you want to come, you'll lie back on the couch and spread your legs as wide as you can. And then Bradshaw will unlock your hands, and you can start whenever you're ready."

For a moment, he looked as if he might continue arguing, but then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He scooted back onto the divan and opened his legs. Bradshaw gave him a few instructions on how to position himself, so that he was perfectly splayed to give the audience a clear view of his genitals and the rosy ring of his anus. Bradshaw unfastened the binding. James' dick was purple with need, twitching in anticipation, but he didn't immediately reach for it.

"I don't think I can," he whispered.

"Can't you?" Glennis perched beside him on the edge of the divan. "You mean, you're going to pass up your chance to take care of this big, needy cock of yours?"

She ran a finger down the center of his chest, ignoring his straining nipples, deliberating teasing him.

"God!" he gasped.

"Look at it, James. Look at your dick. I know it must hurt so much. It needs to be touched so badly."

She stroked his belly, and his muscles trembled.

"Please," he begged.

"Don't you want to play with it? Stroke it. Tease it. Caress it."

He watched her intently, practically mesmerized.

"I know you do. I know you want it so badly. And all you have to do is make the first move. Take that big dick in your hand and make yourself feel good."

His hand shook as he reached for himself.

"Oh, yeah, James, it's going to feel so good."

He put his hand on himself tentatively, almost as if he'd forgotten what to do. But then instinct kicked in, and he began to run his fingers along the length of his erection.

"Oh, God."

He trembled with pent up need. His hand began to move more surely on his hardness. His face grew rapt with pleasure

"That's right, James. Make it good. Cup your balls. Reach down and play with your hole."

He froze, a guilty look in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I know you do that. I'm sure you're probably careful never to put your finger inside. But you can't help how good it feels to touch yourself there. To rub your hole. To tease it. And that's all that matters. That it feels good. Go on, James. Make yourself feel good."

And he did, stroking his cock and flirting with his asshole.

"That's right, James. Go to it. Enjoy. Make it last."

She got up from the divan and motioned Bradshaw to follow. They both eased back into the crowd and left James the center of attention, enthusiastically masturbating, to the delight of everyone in the audience.

Glennis drifted to the side of the room and pressed a button on the remote control panel, activating a large video screen on the far wall. The picture flickered, and then an image appeared, accompanied by a techno beat sound track. It was James on his knees noisily sucking an enormous black cock, giving head with greedy, well-practiced abandon.

The crowd cheered wildly. James stared in horror as his worst shame was paraded before the entire group of people. But he couldn't keep his chest from heaving with the exertion of his pleasure, and he didn't take his hand off his cock. On the video, he hummed appreciatively as he swirled his tongue around the head of the dick.

A voice on the tape, not James', but an actor who sounded a lot like him, crooned, "God, you taste so good. I can't get enough. Fuck my face. Please!"

The crowd laughed raucously. James looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, don't stop now, baby," a woman in the front row urged him. "You look so sexy. You make me so hot."

She opened her legs and ran her hands up and down her bare thighs. She was a notorious slut, and Glennis suspected James was being treated to the sight of her naked, glistening pussy. She was certain of it when he began to pump his dick again despite the images on the video screen.

"Mmmmm," the actor's voice on the video moaned, as the image showed James forced to take the dick further down his throat, his Adam's apple working frantically as he struggled to accommodate such a large cock.

The woman in the front row gasped in pleasure, "Oh, yeah. Yeah."

James fondled his sack, rolling his balls, breathing heavily. On screen, there was a montage: image after image of James eagerly falling to his knees, licking and kissing and sucking many different dicks, one right after the other, attentively mouthing balls, dutifully swallowing come, getting splattered in the face and greedily licking his lips, cleaning up spent cocks with his tongue.

And then the sound on the tape was actually James' own voice, begging, "I want another cock to suck. Please. Another cock. I want to suck. More cock. More cock. Please. I need to suck."

In real life, James moaned needily in the back of his throat. Despite himself, he was getting a pornographic thrill out of the scene of his own humiliation. His hips began to move rhythmically as he thrust into his hand and fingered his asshole.

In the video, the scene changed to James getting his balls punished, the sharp thwack of the paddle accompanied by short grunts of pleasure, the actor's voice again.

"He likes getting his balls tortured," someone murmured in the crowd.

"Oh, yeah," someone else said in a feverish voice. "Paddle his nuts. Beat them til they're black and blue."

James jerked himself harder, his eyes glassy with pleasure, getting close to release.

"Please," the actor's voice on the tape pleaded. "Spank my balls. Hurt me. I'm your toy, and I love what you do to me."

'AAAAAGH!" James wailed as he climaxed.

His hips lurched off the cushions as he frantically thrust into his hand, the come spurting violently from his cock in long ropey arcs, wave after wave, his asshole fluttering convulsively as he rode out the lengthy orgasm.

The whole room erupted in ecstatic cheers.

James turned onto his side as he slowly came down from his orgasm, his breathing ragged, his face red, his body glistening with sweat. His cock was soft, and he looked sated, relieved. Glennis let him rest for a few minutes, not because there was any mercy in her, but because it would make what was coming next all the more devastating.

Finally, she went to him and knelt by the divan. She brushed her fingers sensually down his arm.

"You were so beautiful," she told him. "So erotic. This body is made for pleasure."

She stroked his chest and his thigh. Once again, he leaned into her touch, unable to tamp down his instinctive response. Bradshaw handed her a soft, damp cloth, and she tenderly washed away his come.

"Mmm," he murmured, appreciatively, his eyes heavy, his body utterly relaxed.

She brushed the hair off his forehead. "You did magnificently," she whispered in his ear, brushing his cheek with her lips. "I can't wait until the next time."

She pulled away and watched his face. At first, he smiled, but then his forehead knitted in confusion.

"Bradshaw," she called.

Her assistant moved quickly. Before James could even think about fighting it, the restraints were back in place. Bradshaw snapped on a pair of latex gloves and squirted lube onto his hand.

James stared at the gloves, transfixed for a moment, his eyes wide and bright with terror.

Then he erupted.

"NOOOO!" he bellowed. "NOOOOO!"

He kicked and thrashed, but three other technicians immediately hurried to Bradshaw's aid. Two of them maneuvered James' body, so that the other could pull his cheeks apart. Bradshaw applied the medicated cream to his finger and pushed it into James' rectum.

"AAAAGH!" James cried in desperation. "NOOOOO!"

Bradshaw worked in the medication and then removed his finger. The technicians turned James around to face the audience. He was staring down at his cock in horror. In just a few moments, it began to stir. Soon, he was harder than he had been before, his erection purple and straining. He began to sob like a broken man.

Everyone laughed uproariously.

"Don't worry," Glennis told him, in a voice loud enough for the entire room to hear. "All you have to do is suck another fifty or so cocks, and then you can do it all over again."

Tears ran down his face as Bradshaw led him away. The crowd laughed harder.

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