The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... skin flatten and stretch. ‘There’s a nerve just here girls, called the obturator and we need to deaden it, so that it cuts off the feeling and so we use pressure on our thumbs.’

‘Ah, Jesus!’ Gary shouted and Mrs. Flaherty applied pressure to the mentioned area.

‘It will only take a minute, and then he will stop with all this nonsense.’

The pain Gary experienced was unlike anything he had ever undergone. In his army days, in Cyprus, he had become involved in a brawl with squaddies from another regiment in which he emerged with a broken rib and two weeks in the glass house. That pain was nothing compared to the all consuming agony that Mrs. Flaherty’s deep thumbs now inflicted as they dived and revolved. In his mind, two red hot pokers could not have generated so much pain.

There was a contrast in facial expressions between the three females. Mrs. Flaherty’s face displayed nothing but professional concentration, Rachel’s looked at her fellow companions with an innocent alarm and Deborah’s scanned the scene with an undisguised glee. And throughout this, Gary screamed his objection wordlessly.

It took precisely Mrs. Flaherty’s estimate of time before Gary’s cries died down and he found, to his horror, a rush of pain moving to his testicles. ‘Jesus, Jesus!’ he complained.

‘What’s happening Mrs. Flaherty?’ Asked Rachel.

‘Ah, we’re concentrating all of his juices into his groin. He’s losing all distraction in his legs. So we can start.’

‘D’ya mean we ain’t ...

... started?’ asked a mortified Gary.

‘Ah, no Garry' smiled Mrs. Flaherty, ‘We start masturbating you now, and the only thing you will feel below the waist is your sexual organs. Remember what we talked about girls, this will need visual stimulation as well and I am sure Mr. Fowler doesn’t want to look at my scrawny old body eh?’

Rachel and Debbie both inhaled either side of Mrs. Flaherty’s controlling presence within Gary’s field of view and displayed their t-shirt shrouded chests. The older girl showed her contempt for the tightly held captive. ‘I bet the dirty fucker wants to see our tits. What do you think Rach’?’

‘Yes, but I think that’s natural because out titties are so nice. Especially yours Debbie, I am really jealous.’

The Irish woman was now in control and as planned, unwrapped a new pair of latex gloves that Deborah handed to her. ‘I wouldn’t like to get this stuff on me I can tell you.’ A small bottle was handed to her, it was the same bottle, the contents of which had cause him so much discomfort after his bath time. She poured copious amounts of massage oil on to Gary’s sexual area who braces himself for the same pain. It did not occur. Rather there was a deep satisfying feeling, not unlike the tea tree oil so beloved of Rachel’s mother.

‘Nggh!’ exclaimed Gary, nonsensically.

‘Feels different now, huh?’ asked Mrs. Flaherty.

‘Yup, urgh!’ replied Gary.

‘Well, let’s work it in.’ her two bony thumbs moved the foreskin of Gary’s perpendicular cock ...