Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... becoming hoarse. Jim went back into their bedroom and retrieved Paul's socks from the floor. Returning to his daughter's bedroom, their new dungeon, he pressed the bat into Paul's scrotum again; Paul opened his mouth to scream but Jim forced a sock into it, muffling his cries instantly. "We can't have you disturbing the neighbours now, can we?" Jim said. "I'll fucking destroy you!" came the muffled reply. "Nah, pal! Your destroying days are over!" Jim chuckled, then he forced the other sock into Paul's mouth and placed a strip of gaffer tape across his lips. As he left the room, Jim could hear the muffled cries of his prisoner. Things had got complicated, but they were going to be okay. Kate returned from work at around 6pm and was greeted at the door by Jim. She handed him a Styrofoam box and returned to her car to retrieve another. "There's a couple more in the boot, and a stand on the back seat too." She said. Jim wondered what her plans were, but he had a good idea of what was coming next. They took the boxes and the stand into their new dungeon. Paul watched them, his eyes wide with fear as Kate set up the drip stand with a bag of saline and a long plastic tube connected to a cannula. She tapped his arm, looked for a vein and pierced his skin with the needle. He tensed, screaming through his gag for them to stop. Pleading with them. Tears ran down his cheeks, but they were wasted on his captors. "You've done far worse to me Paul." Kate said calmly. "You may not have ...

... used ropes to bind me, but you tied me up emotionally. Now it's your turn, and I intend to enjoy it!" She turned, spied his erect penis and ran her finger down its length, squeezing his balls tightly as he screamed, then passed out. She left the room with a wry smile on her lips and a deliciously evil plan in her head. She entered the kitchen as Jim was putting the bags of saline into the fridge. "How long are we keeping him?" Jim asked. "As long as he lasts." She replied, then kissed him. "We'll have to get rid of his car." said Jim as he held his wife closely. He couldn't remember her ever feeling so vibrant, it was as if every fibre of her being was thrumming. It was intoxicating. "Move it into the garage for tonight. I think I've got a plan!" Kate took Jim's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. The sound of their lovemaking drifted through the walls, making Paul's painfully erect penis ache. As Kate screamed through her third orgasm, Paul's ruined testicles throbbed and a thin rivulet of cum oozed from his cock. He cried himself quietly to sleep. Morning came, Kate checked on Paul, changed his drip, then patted his still erect penis and left for work. Jim didn't visit the room all morning, preferring instead to work in his shed. Paul could hear Jim banging and sawing away, not knowing if he was just fixing things or making a device to torture him with. Paul tried to test his bonds, but every strain and wriggle brought fresh pain. He'd passed out twice already and had ...