The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... from the girl who pushed her breasts out toward the large maypole in front of her. ‘Fuck, ‘ she protested, ‘fuck, that feels…God fuck!’ Such resilience only produced more oral action from the older couple who lapped away at both of Deborah’s entries, while she began to drop her mouth over Charles’s penis and peel back his foreskin.

Gary could not believe his eyes as this degenerate threesome played out in front of him and Rachel’s manipulation of his encapsulated genitals stretched his sexual progress substantially. He longed to stand and take all three of these females, he longed to choose any of the receptacles they had and drive his engorged dick into it, but he was in the unfortunate position of being chained, subservient and brimming with supernova like sexual frustration.

‘Oh, please stop moving!’ asked Rachel as Gary fidgeted in discomfort. ‘Maybe you would like a blowjob, would you like a blowjob Mr. Fowler?’

‘Aye, but it won’t go anywhere, will it lass?’

‘I’m not allowed to make you organism, if that’s what you mean, Mr. Fowler.’

‘Aye, that’s what I mean, I won’t like it if you just leave me ‘angin’’

‘But it will only be until tomorrow Mr. Fowler, that’s when all the visitors come and I’m sure Mummy said you could go home after that.’

Gary was unsure about this information, he had been privy to very delicate details concerning one of the most powerful individuals in the county. It was unlikely, he thought, that he would be allowed to operate, ...

... with impunity, free and at large. Maybe he would suffer the same fate as this mechanic that had been mentioned? Even Gary’s pedestrian mind could see problems ahead for himself. ‘But, what if I say summat, about all this like?’

Rachel looked at his quizzically, ‘But no one ever talks about our fun Mr. Fowler.’ This statement did nothing to ease his peace of mind and he shifted uncomfortably again, until Rachel was interrupted by her Mother, anxious for her attention. ‘Rachel darling, Is Mr. Fowler disturbing you?’

‘We were just talking Mummy.’

‘Well stop it. Use the vibrator on him, he must learn some kind of discipline.’

‘Ok, Mummy.’ Chirped the youngster, who bent to his ear, ‘sorry Mr. Fowler.’ She whispered in confession.

Gary felt the soft sensation first in his perineum, which made his testicles clench into what felt like tight walnuts. He tried to brave it out, but a loud ‘Nnggh, nnggh!’ issued past his lips as the vibration rattled the leather harness that surrounded his genitals. Rachel repositioned the vibrator directly on to the metal ring that gripped, grommet like onto the back of his formidably hard penis. The fast tapping that ensued drilled down toward his prostate, which began to interpret the artificial signals furnished by his young companion entirely inappropriately. The ancient part of his brain stem began to provide the stimulus, which swelled his organ. However, this swelling encountered an agent that acted against it. The inflexible metal ...