The Dick by Caitiff
20 photos; 5:27 video
Ronnie was a dick. He was rude and full of himself and generally a.. well, a dick. But Ronnie also had a lot of money and that had always bought him some leeway with the guys he hung out with.
Until now.
Partying all night and getting XXXX, Ronnie had managed to insult every single one of his friends, most of the other partiers and one very hurt dog. Then, as if nothing had happened, Ronnie fell asleep on a chair.
Ronnie continued to XXXX long after most of the guests had gone home. Ronnie had pretty much ruined the party anyway.
Ronnie’s friend’s decided. This time Ronnie would learn his lesson.
First they gagged Ronnie with a rag. Then they tightly bound his hands together with black rope. More cloth was stuffed into Ronnie's mouth and then kept there by a cloth tied over his mouth. Then to keep him seated in the chair, Ronnie’s ankle’s were tied to the legs of the chair.
Ronnie didn’t begin to stir until after he was well tied and gagged. By then it was too late.
“Mmmmpphh!?” Ronnie let out a surprised moan as he found he could not move his hands nor talk. Thinking it a joke, Ronnie was shocked when none of “friends” moved to untie him.
Ronnie struggled and twisted in his bondage but to no avail.
“Mmmm?? Mmphh mmmm!”, Ronnie tried to plead then threaten but the gag reduced everything he said to incoherent mumblings.
“He’s moving around too much.”
“Can we fix that? I don’t want this asshole getting away before he’s learned his lesson.”
“Yeah we got more rope.”
Ronnie soon found himself tied to the chair with more rope around his chest. Ronnie began to sweat. He had no idea what was going to happen to him.
“I got an idea.” Somebody said and Ronnie had ear phones put over his ears. “It’s filled with white noise. He wont’ be able to hear a thing. Now we blind fold him. It’ll be like sensory deprivation. Then we have some fun.”
The guy was right, Ronnie soon found out. He couldn't’ hear nor see, talk nor move. But he could still feel and what he felt disturbed him. His fly was undone and his dick pulled out. Slowly at first and then faster, he was stroked. Though it seemed weird, having no other sensory stimuli made the sensations of being stroked that much more intense. Ronnie could feel himself getting closer and closer.
Ronnie's captors sensed it too because right before he could shoot, they stopped.
“Mmmmm!”, Ronnie grunted. He only managed to elicit laughter.
Then when he was almost soft, Ronnie felt hands on his junk. The process started all over again, always getting him close and never finishing him off.
It would be along night for Ronnie.
The End
Ronnie played by Matthew
Photography by Caitiff