Boytoy Bill Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Boytoy Bill Ch. 08

... percent, shifting it up and down. The screen was split, the left side showed the slave's oiled ass being split apart by one of our larger dildos, Lori slowly pressing it from the head to the hilt in one smooth motion. The right side showed the slave looking into the camera, groaning as tears rolled down his cheeks. The circle mostly stayed on the left side.

"Hold it as long as you can, slut, flex that pelvic floor!" Lori told him from his side.

He groaned and tried to hold, but couldn't stop his hips from bucking. I turned the vibe all the way up.

Bill came as a clip of his birthday party started playing, taken from the ceiling camera, showing us spit-roasting him as his Hitachi caused his cock to shoot ropes up his belly and over his chest. He kept bucking against the pedestal as he shot his load across the floor in front of him, eyes glued first to the cumshot, then to my tits as they shook while I drove into his ass. I smiled at that.

I didn't lower the intensity, though, and the pleasure was turning to torture as his body started to jerk around and he pleaded around his gag. I dragged the cumshot compilation out of the queue, and told him to focus on the screen, and made some notes, marking when his orgasm started and when it started to become too much. I had to wait another twenty-two seconds before he dared a begging glance towards me and shocked himself.

Bill screamed and put his eyes back on screen. I noted that, as well, then I turned the shockbox ...

... off, and got up to scoop up some of his jizz from the floor. I gave him a peck on the forehead before wiping his mess all over his face and gag.

I went to wash my hands, and when I came back, Lori had retaken her seat at the desk, turned everything back on, and round two was underway. "Nope, keep your eyes on the cattle prod," I warned, as I picked up the steel rod and pressed it into his hands.

Brainmelter 1.0

Two weeks later we finally had something we could officially call Brainmelter 1.0, and Bill was currently in its grasp, this session just getting underway.

The desk was still there, but neither of us sat at it. We were both sitting in front of Bill, on either side. I'd pulled up my comfy chair and was reclining, using Bill's leg as an ottoman as I watched him. He was bent forward, hair tied back to the post to help him keep his head up. Behind him, the screen was also playing on the big television for Lori's and my benefit.

On it, the red circle was watching Lori play with her clit, as the bottom of our slave's head was visible in the queening chair, his tongue licking and punching her butthole. Around the red circle was an unobtrusively transparent green rectangle. As the clip played, the top edge of the rectangle shifted upwards, a moment later followed by the bottom edge, ending up on Lori's face as she approached orgasm. Bill wasn't quite used to this, yet, and he let his gaze fall behind, outside the allowed bounds proscribed by the box. He groaned ...