They resumed wrapping, and as they worked their way higher up, Faranger became even more aroused. He didn’t understand this, but the mere act of wrapping his legs was pushing his arousal to the edge of pain.
When they reached the top, they tied the bands together on the outside of his leg and wrapped them securely around his thigh as high as possible. They had to take turns to have room between his legs as they positioned the second knots inside his groin. They gently pushed his legs back together. The leather combined with the strap already there pushed his testicles forward.
Next the man produce a stainless steel object which he held it up for Faranger’s inspection. It was a thin rod, two or three feet long, with a rectangular base about the size of playing card, and, attached at an angle at the top, a thin piece about 3 inches long and a half inch wide, rounded long the top and curved in a way that Faranger instinctively knew would match the curve of his body between his buttocks. He was proved right when the man slipped the base into a slot on the floor and pressed the top against his anus. The man adjusted it until there was a delicious pressure and locked it. Faranger writhed and came tantalizingly close to orgasm as it pressed the plug inside and the thongs outside. But in the end he stopped. It was tantalizingly close, but only close, and he was just providing a show for the onlookers.
As they left each squeezed a buttock in a farewell gesture. It was as if they were squeezing more engorgement into his penis. He was obsessed with the prospect of relief.
“Excellent, Jensens! Who would have thought that would work so beautifully!”
Nothing happened for a few more moments… minutes?? Faranger’s consciousness of his wrapped legs, erection, naked torso and bound neck and arms, all exposed to the spectators around the table, caused him to writhe as his body was taken over by a sensual wave.
“Ok, now Maria!” A lovely woman with shoulder length blond hair and long diamond earrings approached. Faranger had shifted his gaze up to his crossed hands, but the moderator said, “Ah, Mr. Faranger, you must look each of your tormenters in the eye. Directly, not just a glance.”
Faranger did as he was told and she gave him a smile. The forced personal encounter heightened his sense of humiliation and subjugation, and arousal. The arousal was becoming intolerable. But there was nothing to do but tolerate it.
Faranger’s chest was feeling neglected and so he felt some relief to see her produce two nipple clamps. The pain was pronounced when she pulled out each nipple and let them clamps close, but he felt the erotic impact when he became more engorged and involuntarily clenched around the plug and visibly spasmed in his lower abdomen. He focused on the excruciating pain and response was repeated several times, accompanied by almost inaudible groans, until the pain settled into numbness. She smiled in acknowledgement. Next she leaned down and dragged an earring across his testicles and then across the head of his penis. Faranger bucked, trying to press himself against the stones enough to trigger a climax, but fruitlessly. Then the woman licked his penis from bottom to top. Faranger writhed again, vainly trying to achieve release. She buried her fingers in his pubic hair to hold him still and closed her mouth around his penis. She sucked and he felt a climax building.
“Yes!” he cried out.
“Oops!” she cried out, as she quickly drew back. She immediately drove her thumbs into the leather cradling his testicles between his legs. She couldn’t reach the pressure point used by the moderator, but that was all right. She didn’t want him to lose his erection. She just wanted to interfere with the climax. They’re playing me like a bass fiddle, Faranger thought ruefully.