The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... him to recoil from Debbie's two latex gloved hands in pain. ‘Fucking Christ!’

‘Well, that will teach him to check me out, the horrible pleb,' Debbie retorted. ‘and I haven’t touched his sensitive bits yet.’

Gary felt his erection growing as he was being manhandled. Deborah noticed. ‘God, he is going hard the disgusting pig. I suppose I need to get this done.’ He felt, in his growing hardness, his foreskin being drawn back. There was a delayed reaction from the feeling of the plop of oil on his uncovered glans until the burning sensation of the oil began.

He screamed his objection. ‘Argh! Argh! Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck!’

Deborah’s delight at this activity seemed to know no bounds and her howls of laughter were interspersed with whoops and joyous cries. As Gary’s erection finally filled itself out, Deborah withdrew her hands theatrically and waved them in front of Gary’s face. ‘Oh, he isn’t allowed that, oh, no!’

‘Is it time to feed him?’ Rachel asked.

‘Uhuh,” replied Deborah, 'let’s hose him down.

To Gary’s great relief the water that rinsed him was warm, however it had no effect on his blazing genitals which he would not have been shocked to see in flames. He spluttered as it was sprayed into his face.

‘Din, dins!’ said Rachel eagerly, and the smell of meat drifted across his nostrils. Gary was not in the mood to eat and stared angrily at her with his mouth shut. ‘Oh, please Mr. Fowler, I don’t want to explain to Mummy, she will be so annoyed and might ...

... punish you.’ She thought a little and whispered, ‘I’ll show you my titties if you eat all of your food, Mummy said I could, but you aren’t allowed to cum, at least not till she says.’ At this moment, Gary was more interested in avoiding any punishment than seeing naked flesh, however he found to his horror, that the act of being fed was having an effect on his state of manhood which, again began to swell.

‘What is it about men!’ queried Deborah. ‘The strangest things get them going.’

‘Is it nice Mr. Fowler?’ Rachel asked.

Gary answered between mouthfuls. ‘Aye.’

‘Let’s see if it is doing anything eh?’ Deborah grasped his gonads firmly, he felt the warmth of those close palms wrap themselves around his most vulnerable place and gulped. ‘No, no popping or fizzing, your mother just has a wild imagination obviously.’

‘No, Mummy would not tell me a fib. Maybe we just aren’t doing it right.’

‘I can’t see how much more right we can do it. Well, it’s over to auntie Samantha’s cross looking buddies I guess.’ Deborah let go of Gary’s testicles and, after looking contemptuously at the hand that had been used to perform the examination, washed it slowly.

Rachel shovelled the last of Gary’s meal carelessly into his mouth and wiped away the sauce that ran down his chin. ‘Oh, I want my babies to grow up big and strong like Mr. Fowler.’

A shadow appeared in the stairs leading down to the cellar and Gary strained to try and discover it’s owner. ‘Finish up girls,' a new ...