10 minutes in, Pari moved. She grabbed his hair and simultaneously reached for his balls with her toes. He knew that was what she would do and, frankly, he was glad when she actually did it. The fear and anticipation of waiting for her to do it was a far worse mental torture than the actual physical torture. Pari could hold her orgasm for quite a while which meant more and more pain for his hair, balls and ass. Then, she would leave him in pain and walk regally to the toilet. Suresh would have to wait for the sound of the toilet door to shut before he could remove his blindfold. His ass was already red with a fiery pain. His hair tormented with pain by the way she grabbed it tight with her hands. His balls were aching all over due to her toes. And, his tongue sore with licking her to orgasm. And yet, her Coffee should be ready by the time she came back from the restroom failing which he would be smacked over her knee again. Suresh considered it a huge victory every time he avoided more punishment like this as he licked her feet while she drank her coffee.
Sneha was no less partisan either. She had him go down on her once a week and she used the same hair-and-balls torture on him. While he cried himself to sleep in pain during those days, he was still thankful as it meant he would be sleeping on the floor of Sneha’s bed and would be free to use the toilet as soon as he woke up. Those rare days were such a relief.
Saturday and Sunday night, they went out for food. 4 weeks in, 8 dinners and 5 movies later and Suresh still had not paid a penny. Pari and Sneha alternated on it. Initially, he had insisted he would pay his share as well. They used his ass to properly “convince” him that it was not his decision. They loved pampering him by always going to new and expensive restaurants. Suresh couldn’t help but marvel at the massive difference in the way they treated him. While they tormented him at home, they fawned over him when they went out. They always ensured they would order his favourite foods in restaurants. They gave the camera to the waiter and pulled him into a combined hug so tight that he sometimes choked. If the movie was boring, they would turn their attention to him. He would always be between them and they quickly pulled his pants and undies down. One would make out with him while the other would stroke him and then they would switch after some time. He was terrified of using his tongue but when he finally did, they responded well. He did not know if they really loved him that much or whether they were just using him as a substitute for their absent boyfriends but he of course did not care.
What he cared about was the no-jizz rule. They would stroke him and stroke him and he would be fit to burst. With the other one making out, he could not even warn them he would explode. But, they were experts in this area. They would get him to the edge this way and abruptly stop. Both of them. He had to make a herculean effort to prevent exploding and it took all his strength to do so. He would clutch his dong and when he finally felt he was safe enough, they would simply start over. Either that, or they ignored him for the rest of the movie and he wouldn’t dare ask them if he could pull up his pants and undies, let alone actually pulling it up.
He had the alarm clock to wake him up during the weekdays. Weekends, however, they insisted he disable the alarm so that he could sleep well. They allowed him to sleep happily until 8:45 AM. That was their threshold. If he still showed no signs of getting up by then, they woke him up in creative ways.
One way was, one of them would strip naked and lower their pussies onto him while he slept on the floor. They would cover both his nose and mouth so he would wake up due to the difficulty in breathing. Somehow, some deep atavistic instinct ensured he did not open his eyes and see the naked since he knew he would be exposed to Shreeja if he did. Eyes shut tight, he would give them their oral stimulation needed until they had an orgasm and he would be fully awake.
Other times, they rolled him around and put clothes pins all over his buttocks. They then waited. Invariably, his sleeping movements caused one of the pins to tighten and pain him enough to wake up. This was a double whammy. Once he woke up, the sudden movements would cause all his pins to get concentrated on a smaller amount of flesh. The pain tripled and he screamed in it.
“Geremoffme, get em off me, please.” As much as they loved to torture him, they always got them off him quickly and gave him a lotion. He kissed their feet and thanked them for their generosity before scurrying off to do his morning business.
Other times, they used peas with the homemade spitball gun which he made for them. They gave him the specifications. Not good at homemade crafts, it took him 4 days and around 200 smacks before he could get it right. Also, it was his responsibility that there should always be frozen peas in the house. Again, they did not let him spend money and always reimbursed him when he brought it. There was a store right next to the apartment and it was his responsibility to stock up the frozen peas from there. If they ever opened the fridge and found no peas, they had threatened him, he would be buying them naked. Now, they used it sometimes when he slept late. His balls were a perfect target. For safety sake, they had to shoot it at least from 10 feet away so they missed it. But, sometimes, they landed a perfect one on his balls and he would jump up awake. They chased him, maintaining the 10 feet distance and landed two more on his buttocks as he ran to the restroom. Once he came out, they would inspect the damage.
“Show us the damage.” Pari would command him.
Suresh knew what it meant. They gave that order quite frequently. Especially after a strong spanking. They wanted to inspect the damage. On his naked butt!
Thoroughly humiliated, Suresh turned around to face the mirror. For the umpteenth time, he watched the scene as he stood there completely naked while his superiors watched him, fully dressed with a contemptuous look on their face. To “show them the damage” meant that he had to bend over, never losing eye contact with his mirror image and present his butt for inspection. The pain in his balls and thighs had receded and so had the pain in his butt. However, the hit had caused a small red splotch which the women wanted to inspect.
With her sharp nails, Pari outlined the splotch causing a tingling sensation. And, simultaneously, his cock started to twitch and grow, adding to his shame.
And, finally, after teasing him enough, Pari would start pinching the area. The area was quite small that, a small pinch caused concentrated pain and Suresh twitched. Sneha used her fingers to caress the other cheek. The pain and the sexual sensation caused his cock to grow and grow. Sneha moved her fingers and gently caressed his cock now. He was denied relief for four weeks and so, even this small action caused him to start pre-cum. He silently pleaded with Sneha to stop and she just laughed at him. Just when he felt he was about to burst, both of them completely stopped. Suresh clutched his dong as he tried to stop humming.