9 comments/ 70233 views/ 30 favorites Tease Tortured By 4 Older Women By: Punishme62 CHAPTER 1 He wasn't exactly sure why, but he had a sense of foreboding and dread when he heard his mom call him into the living room. He was a healthy 19 year old, not real big in stature, who, lately it seemed, couldn't think about anything except masturbating. Maybe it was the subject of his masturbation fantasies that caused him to have the guilty conscience. "Billy, are you coming in here or not?", she said, a little more forcefully this time. "Coming mom, just a second". It seemed like ever since his Dad died 3 years ago in a car wreck, his mom Linda had become less and less tolerant of him. After his Dad's auto accident, Linda had decided she and Billy would move in with her two sisters and their mom in their spacious old home. Linda, Liz, and Lori were all strikingly beautiful; they definitely had the stunning looks of their mother, Leona. If the truth were told, it was actually Leona that entered Billy's masturbation fantasies first, even though she was 44 years his senior! He still remembered how it all started. One night, a couple of years earlier, Billy was home alone. All the women had taken a 'girls night out' and wouldn't be home until much later. While wandering through the upstairs of the house he stopped at his grandma, Leona's, bedroom. The door was cracked open about 6". Looking in he saw a pile of clothes next to the bed on the floor. Usually his grandma's room was neat as a pin. He thought she must have changed in a hurry before they left to go out. He wandered in. Among the clothes piled up were a blouse, skirt, pantyhose, and panties. He should have just turned around, left the room, gone to watch TV and then gone to bed. But he didn't. Instead he found himself staring at the pile of clothes. Before long he picked up the pantyhose. He noticed that they faintly smelled of his grandma's spicy cologne; but that wasn't all. Bunched up, he held them to his nose. He could smell body odor mixed with the odor of the nylon itself; it was very pleasant. He brought the feet of the nylons up to his nose. That's when his world changed ... forever. He sat down in a chair, kept sniffing the feet, thinking about what her feet looked like; now knowing what they smell like, and in a very short time he had an erection. He instinctively started rubbing his hard member through his jeans with his right hand while keeping the nylons to his nose with his left. This was better than anything he had ever done before. He couldn't believe how aroused this was making him. It didn't take him long to remember the white cotton bikini panties that were laying in the pile, too. Soon, he held those to his nose too, inhaling deeply. The crotch and ass sections were very potent ... the odor was like an intoxicant to him. When he finally went back to his room to masturbate he had the most powerful orgasm he had ever had! It shot clear over his head and hit the wall behind the headboard of the bed. The second and third shots landed in his face and eyes. It was unbelievable ... and he was hooked. Thus began his 'career' of sneaking around to smell the worn stockings, socks, shoes, and dirty panties of his mom, grandma, and two aunts. He was very careful about it, because he didn't want anything to wreck this great setup ... and he managed to succeed at this for almost 2 years ... until today. CHAPTER 2 He finally got to the living room, and upon entering he saw that his Aunt Liz, Aunt Lori, and Grandma Leona were all there too. "Billy", his mom said with the remote in her hand, "grab a seat. We've been waiting to start this movie; we want you to watch it with us". He replied, "Ugh, what is it ... a chick flick"? His Aunt Lori chuckled. "Well, sort of". She added, "Hey, at least watch the first few minutes of it before you decide". Aunt Liz pointed and said, "Sweetie, get youself a lemonade from over on the coffee table. If you don't like the movie after you've finished your lemonade then you don't have to stay." "OK", he said. He thought that at the very least he would down the lemonade quickly, stay for 5 minutes, then go do something else. He put 5 or 6 ice cubes in a big glass, poured himself a generous portion; after all, he did love lemonade. Then he sat down in a comfortable chair just to the left of the couch. Billy, of course, did not know it, but he was drinking drugged lemonade. His Aunt Liz worked at a private research company as a chemist and researcher. Their company was very cutting edge, and not widely known. Their customer base was very elite. Some examples included U.S. Military Intelligence, CIA, and others... mostly in the sexual research industry. Advanced interrogation techniques as well as advanced sexual designer drugs were not widely known by the general public; but were very much 'in demand' in the underground. Leona asked, "How's the lemonade sweetie?" He surprised even himself by saying, "Wow, it's awesome ... very good ... excellent ...might be the best I ever had!" The women shot a glance at each other and surpressed giggles. The drug was already taking effect, his tongue was 'loosening up' quickly. Leona came over and sat on the large armrest of Billy's chair. She started gently stoking his hair and the back of his neck. She wanted to see if the sexual arousal factor of the drug was starting to take effect. She gave a soft tiny kiss at the very corner of his mouth. She did another one on the other corner of his mouth. She puckered her full pink lips right in front of his eyes and gave him a sensuous 'air kiss'. Leona knew that there were very few men that could take this 'kiss teasing' for very long without getting excited. She didn't know if it was the shape of her lips or just her skill, but no man had ever been able to withstand it very long without begging and pleading for a kiss. She was very very good at it and had been using it on men since she was in high school ... it never failed!. Billy was mesmerized. With the drug spurring his own natural arousal along, he leaned forward in hopes of receieving the kiss on the lips Leona was teasing him with. She stopped his head, and gave him another tease kiss. She took her very long, manicured nails and gently scraped them along his upper thigh. She moved them in combination to above his groin and below, not actually touching his genital area. It was obvious that the frustration was building in him as he squirmed in the chair. The other women laughed and nodded their approval. She withdrew her hands, but not before brushing one of them along his hardening shaft. "Honey", Leona said sweetly, "before we start the movie, would you like to smell your mother's knee high nylons she is wearing now?" "What? ...would I l-like to ... what?" Billy was suddenly very confused. "I'm sure that she would be glad to take them off and let you smell the feet part". "I - I ...", was all that he could stammer out. Linda added, "Yes, they are pretty stinky ... but if you like them I might let you smell my feet, too". Leona continued to question her grandson. "Would you like that, honey? And after that how about if I take off my panties and let you smell those? I think they're pretty stinky too because I've worn them for 3 days..." He finally gathered up enough presence of mind to say, "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't want to smell anything. This is crazy!" "Is it?", his mom answered. "So you're saying that you don't like to smell women's nylons and panties"? "Of - of course not", he objected. Aunt Liz then said, "Hey guys, it sounds like he doesn't do that, and wouldn't like it if he did ... right Billy"? "Y-yes that's right". "Well then I say we watch the video", answered Liz. Billy felt a rush of relief. His mom started up the DVD. His mom, Linda, was a partner in a high tech security firm. Obtaining high resolution hidden 'spy' cameras, motion detectors, and digital recording equipment was not a problem. And, unbeknonst to her son, she had done exactly that when the women first suspected that "someone" was getting into their dirty laundry hampers. They weren't too shocked to eventually discover that their beloved little Billy was the culprit. When the video images of him first started appearing doing his nasty deeds, the drug had considerably weakened his physical state to where he couldn't have gotten up and ran even if he wanted to; his arms and legs felt powerless, but it had not really affected his mental alertness yet. He screamed inwardly, "Noooooooo. Noooooooooooo. Please nooooooooooo!!. Holy crap, I am busted royally!" He sat frozen in his chair. Leona, knowing he was not going to be able to move, scraped her fingernails up and down through his pants ... on his his throbbing member. After about 5 minutes of seeing his sniffing perversion on the TV screen, hearing chuckles, laughter, and snide remarks from the women; he slumped over, passed out in the chair. CHAPTER 3 He started waking up about an hour after he passed out. Aunt Liz took note, and mentioned, "That's just about how long I figured he'd be out". "Hey Sis", Lori said, "you do know your stuff". She picked up a medium sized feather from among some items that had been gathered together and placed nearby. She began to lightly tickle his nose. Billy began to rouse a little more due to the itching stimulation. Very groggy and disoriented, his first thought was that a fly was buzzing around his nose. He instictively went to swat it. That's when he first realized that something was wrong ... really wrong. His eyes popped open. His Aunt Liz was smiling down at him. He must be on his back, he thought. When he realized that he couldn't move his arms or legs, he tried to sit up. Failing at that, he tried to look around. He couldn't move his head at all. He also realized he was not in the living room anymore either. What he didn't know yet was that they had transported him to a newly refinished room in the huge basement of the big old house. It had been furnished and outfitted very nicely. "Wh-what's goin' on?", he said weakly. The other 3 women got up from their seats and started to walk over. Liz said to Lori, "Hey Sis, you really know your stuff, too!" She was referring to the device that Lori had arranged to have built, that now held Billy captive. One of Lori's best friends, Cindy, owned a contracting business. One of the finest master carpenters on her staff was a young woman named Amy. Cindy owed Lori a couple of big favors, so when Lori approached Cindy with her idea that involved some designing and building, she was happy to let Amy put her skills to work. Lori had met with Cindy and Amy for lunch one day and she shared her ideas of what she wanted to do. She had Billy's exact body measurements, as well as some photographs of him that showed the contours of his young body. She explained how she (and a few 'other' ladies) wanted to be able torture the young boy while he was completely naked and helpless. Amy said, "I'll tell you what ... I will build a few pieces of equipment that will immobilize him in many different ways ... and, I'll do it for free ... on one condition". "Wow", said Lori. "Sure, what's the condition?" She got a wicked look in her eye and said, "Just that Cindy and I get to spend some time working on him ourselves". Cindy nodded enthusiastically, and all the girls laughed out loud. "You got a deal!", Lori responded enthusiastically. "I insist on paying for the materials, though". "Sounds great, Lori", said Amy. As it turned out, Amy really outdid herself on construction, design, and overall comfort of the downstairs room ... including soundproofing!. Everything the girls could need or want was designed in. Now that they were finally using it, the 'torture platform' really looked like it would serve it's purpose well. It was rectangular; it was a polished wooden frame surrounding a high tech, high intensity 'memory foam' type gel cushion. It was designed to hold a victim on his back, quite immobilized, but in surprising comfort. The purpose of the 'comfort feature' was to not distract the victim, in any way, from the 'treatments' they were to receive. The overall height was much lower than a bed, and it sat on a very sturdy pedestal. It was at least as big as a king sized bed. While Billy had still been drugged, the women stripped him and easily placed him in the platform on his back, and secured him in. His wrists were shackled with wide leather cuffs. Each cuff had 4 d-rings attached ... top, bottom, and sides. They decided to raise his arms over his head, and fasten the wrist cuffs together. For that they used a heavy cable-tie (or zip strip)to put the top two rings together, so that there would be no movement available between the wrists. They secured it in place and snipped off the excess with wire cutters. Amy had made an assortment of fastening straps. On one end of each strap was a 'snap clasp' device, very similar to a dog collar fastener, but much heavier that could easily clip onto any ring on a cuff, or the rings of two cuffs ... like they had his. Extending from the clasp was the extender strap. At the end of that strap was a connector like a car seat belt. It snapped into its counterpart connector which was connected to a strap fastened to the frame of the platform. The beauty of the device was that it has a ratchet tightening device ... like a 'cargo - tie down' ratchet tightening system. The straps could be as tight as they wanted. The portions of 'receiving' straps and tighteners could be placed at many locations along the framework of the platform; giving his captors a lot of versatility in how he was to be positioned. Right now they had his ankles shackled spread eagle. They had fixed the fasteners so that his ankles were being pulled both down and to the sides at the same time. A rather large wide leather belt device with d-hooks on the sides had been fastened around his mid torso. The securing straps were tightly attached on his right and left. Each upper thigh also had a similar belt device, only smaller, to stabilize his legs, also both attached left and right. They did not think there could be any 'thrusting of hips' with these in place ... but they would see once they got going, and could, of course make any adjustments then. Linda sat down on the edge of the platform. The other 3 women remained standing for the time being. He felt very small and helpless, looking up at his captors. "Billy", she began, "I'm sure I don't have to tell you how upset and disappointed I am in you". "Mom", he shot back, "Yeah, I - I know you are ... you must be really pissed ... but what am I doing lying here all tied up?" She laughed and tossed her head. "That's so we can properly work on you without you struggling or attempting to resist ... you know ... punish you". "P-punish me? ... Mom c'mon ... please ... you don't have to punish me. I will never do anything like this again ... I p-promise", he stammered out. This time his grandma Leona spoke, "Honey, there's much more to this than you realize". Leona had spent all of her working life as a psychologist, studying human behavior. The last 10 years of her reasearch career had been devoted exclusively to male sexuality. She was still on the advisory board of the Executive National Council for Sexual Behavior (ENCSB); and was still considered the foremost authority in her field of study by her peers. "Yes, your mother is correct. You need to be punished for what you have done; and the punishment is going to be severe; I can guarantee you that". "B-but grandma ... p-please, no ..." She continued. "Punishment is really just part of it. When a young boy at your age is locked into the kind of fetish behavior you are ... there is absolutely no hope of him changing without the proper kind of treatment and therapy". His mother added, "And this kind of behavior is not going to be tolerated in this house. I, your Aunt Liz, your Aunt Lori, and your grandma are not here to fuel your perverted desires. We are not going to spend our time wondering if we are 'arousing' you by just doing normal everyday things ... like wearing clothes and taking them off!" The others giggled. "Do you think it's in any way acceptable for you to be sexually aroused by your own mother?", she demanded. "N-no, of course not mom, no way", he answered. "I'll just stop ... I can ... ... you'll see", he offered. "Really?", she said laughing. "Well I guess we'll just see about that". The others broke out in full laughter at that statement. Billy wasn't exactly sure why, but the girls sure knew why. "Well then let's just give you a chance to prove that", said Linda. CHAPTER 4 Linda took her left hand and started to gently press the area between his balls and the base of his penis. After a few seconds of that she gently encirled the head of his penis with her right hand ... and started giving gentle squeezes there. In no time, Billy's cock started to harden. She began alternating between gentle squeezes to a very slow 'up and down' stroking. She varied that by changing from a full handed soft stroke to three fingers just gently caressing the underside of the penis. Back and forth she went; between teasing techniques, until his cock was rock hard. She took her fingernails and raked his sensitive testicles. She went back to gentle squeezes on the head. "I thought you said it was unacceptable for you to get aroused by your own mother", she said frowning. "Mom, p-please, you don't understand ...", he trailed off. "Really?", she replied. Aunt Lori came over. "Look what I have, Billy", she said holding a pair of nylons and a pair of bikini panties. "I've worn these for the last 4 days in a row ... on purpose ... just for you, sweetie". The panties were placed in his mouth, and his mouth was taped shut with duct tape. Lori then carefully placed the feet of one of her stockings on his nose. She secured that in place with scotch tape. The other nylon was placed around his cock. She adjusted it in such a way so that his entire penis was firmly encased in the smelly nylon. "Linda", said Lori, "keep tickling his balls with your fingernails". Then Lori started gently raking her fingernails up and down the underside of his shaft. It made a hissing sound as her long sharp fingernails scraped the nylon. She would shift techniques occassionally and tickle the sensitive area just under the head. She then resumed the full, slow, up and down torturous scraping on the entire shaft. There was zero hope of Billy not having a raging erection. "He's not doing very well, is he?", said Linda. The other 3 nodded in agreement. At that point, Leona decided to get close up to his face. Prior to leaning down to him, she applied a fresh coat of the frosty pink lipstick she wore. She was not really in a hurry. She applied it slowly and carefully, making sure Billy saw it all. After pressing her lips together to finish it off, and pulling her hair into a tight ponytail, she leaned down. Billy felt a brief sharp pain in the area just under his testicles. It was Aunt Liz, giving him him a very small dose of the aphrodisiac they were going to inject directly into his genital area with from time to time. The effect was instantaeous. Billy's cock stiffened even beyond what it already had. His grandma Leona, inches away from his eyes, began to speak to him. "As you can see, sweetie, you have very little or no self control. This needs to change. You need to prove that you can gain control over your fetish urges. As your mom said, she is not going to tolerate it". Billy was really in a predicament. He could taste Aunt Lori's panties, he was smelling Aunt Lori's stockings, Aunt Lori was teasing his penis with her fingernails and fingertips through a nylon stocking, and his mom was gently tickling his testicles. On top of that, Leona started back in with the kiss and lips teasing. He not only could NOT refrain from having the erection, he was worried that he would come. Tease Tortured By 4 Older Women What he didn't know was that there was no danger of that, because the women had discussed beforehand that they were not going to permit that for him. They had discussed how they would tease and torment his penis, but always keep him short of ejaculating. They figured that was a wicked toruture in and of itself. Leona gave him one tease kiss after another, no more than 2 inches from his eyes. In between kisses she would smile and laugh. "Aww, what's the matter , Billy ... poor baby ... poor little bad boy ... wants a kiss but can't get to it. "Poor widdle baby", she cooed in mock baby talk, "He's been such a bad boy ... and now he's being punished ... yeah, poor baby ... so frustrating ...yeah ... too bad. Will you be a good boy, now? Huh? Can you be a good boy and do what you're told? ... such a bad boy ... I think you're gonna need lots and lots and LOTS of teasing and punishment ... don't worry, sweetie we're just getting started". "Liz, honey", she asked, "would you be a sweetie and set up one of the seats for me?" "Sure, Mom", she answered. Amy had ingeniously designed seating for the women into the torture platform. There were several places along the edge of the frame that a very comfortable seat with a back on it could be attached. "Set it up so I can tease him with my feet, honey". "Now girls", she continued speaking to Linda and Lori, "I think he's been in here long enough that he needs to pee ... please take care of that, would you?" They stopped the teasing of his shaft and removed the nylon. Lori got the urine bottle from the table. She fitted it over the end of his penis, and Linda began pressing down on his bladder, encouraging him to urinate. Actually he was very glad to do so, he really had to go. Once relieved, he felt a huge pressure had been released from his gential area. What the women knew was that relieving him that way would actually make their tease torture even more effective because having to urinate can cause a man to tense up muscles that might hinder some of the sensations they wanted to administer. "How about some feather - work?", suggested Lori. "Perfect", said his mom, who also removed Lori's nylons from his nose. Linda, Liz, and Lori each grabbed a fuzzy feather from among the items that had been assembled. Liz started in slowly on his balls and the area just under the balls. Billy responded quickly and began moaning through his gagged and taped mouth. Leona positioned herself in the seat. It was padded, contoured, and could be set in for hours quite comfortably and relaxed. After all, there was no need for them to be uncomfortable ... it was Billy who was being punished! She had kept her black high heeled pumps on the whole time. She was not wearing any nylons at all. She knew that when she first took her foot out of the shoe it would have a pungent aroma; because she hadn't washed her feet for 5 days ... on purpose ... just for this little 'party'. Billy saw Leona's right shoe slowly coming toward his face. She was sitting in such a way that over the top of the shoe he could still see her gorgeous face, smiling ... almost smirking. The underside of the tip of her shoe reached his chin. She pushed; and his head went slowly back, pinning it against his bound arms. She made a slow display of removing her left shoe. She smelled the inside of it; and said it stunk. Then smiling, she slowly lowered her left foot to his nose. Lori grasped the base of his shaft between two fingers. Then Linda and Lori each began to work on both the front and the back of his shaft with the fluffy feathers. Sometimes they both stroked up and down together; sometimes they alternated ... one going up and one going down. Sometimes they stayed in the very sensitive area just below the head and worked there. Billy thought he was losing his mind, he had never, never, ever been aroused like this before! This far exceeded the arousal he experienced when he first discovered his sniffing fetish. To actually see the feet he had grown to fantasize about, to actually smell them ... not just the nylons ... and to have his penis stroked (not just doing it himself) was beyond comprehension. Whenever he masturbated himself, he did not waste a lot of time doing it. This thing that they were doing to him was unbelievable ... playing, teasing, prolonging, toying with him, taunting him verbally ... was literally torture ... and was making his head swim and his genitals throb. Leona gently rubbed her toes back and forth across his notrils. She shifted her foot so that he could see and smell the soles. She returned to brushing her toes back and forth, back and forth across the nose. "Do you like that, sweetie?", she asked playfully. "Is it stinky? Here, maybe the right one isn't as bad. She slipped her left high heel back on, and pinned his head down again. Then she teased him with the right foot. "Is that better ... or worse?", she laughed. Billy was losing his ability to think. The feather teasing on his scrotum, groin, and shaft was unbearable. It was just enough to drive him insane with desire, but nowhere near enough to let him ejaculate; it went on ... and on ... and on ... not stopping. Leona then took both shoes off and teased his nose with both feet; alternating between the left and the right, the toes, the soles. "Well honey, if you can't make your mind up which you want, you're just going to have to smell both at once". The girls got a good laugh out of that. She continued her verbal torment, "Which do you like better honey ... smelling the feet of my nylons or my actual feet?" "Uh - oh", said Lori. She noticed pre-cum start to ooze out of the head of his penis ... one drop at a time. "Billy!", Linda shouted, "this is exactly what I'm talking about". She grasped his engorged shaft at the base. Leona removed her feet from his face so he could see. "This is NOT permitted!" "I will NOT allow you to be sexually aroused like this!" "Get rid of this disgusting erection of yours ... right now!" Lori and Liz tried to 'help' by taking turns licking off the pre-seminal fluid that was oozing out of their poor nephew's penis. Linda ran her thumb and forefinger up the length of the shaft, bring out the rest of the pre-cum. Even after they had it all cleaned off they continued to lick his shaft for a short time, giggling. "OK Billy ... I guess you've shown us that need a lot more more help in overcoming your little problem", said his Mom. "Liz", said Linda, "would you mind heating up some oil?" She headed over to the microwave. "Lori", continued his Mom, "would you please get the clothespins assembly ready?". CHAPTER 5 Lori went back to the 'supplies table' and selected a device that held 18 plastic clothespins. Each clothespin was connected by a small chain to a flat piece that looked like a ruler. She positioned herself by his groin so that she could attach them to his testicle sac ... one by one. She began picking out the spots to clip them on. She pulled a piece of the loose skin away from the main part of the sac, and fastened the first one. She watched Billy's face carefully for 'feedback'. He winced and moaned as she let the first one go ... to spring shut on his skin ... pinching it. Good, she thought ... but she also thought she could get these to hurt a little more. She continued to hook the clothespins on, one after the other. Each one that went into place brought a verbal and visual reaction from him. She varied where they went. She placed them on the underside, the sides, and even directly under the shaft. A few of them she just attached to pubic hairs. She experimented with different amounts of skin being clipped. It seemed like the less skin, the more it seemed to hurt him. So, she readjusted several of them to have less skin ... more pain! Liz had returned with a spray bottle of massage oil that had been warmed up in the microwave. "Lori, go ahead and fasten down the clothespin assembly", said Linda. Lori took the straight edge 'ruler' part and pulled it toward the bottom part of the torture platform. "Liz, hand me that extender cord". She fastened it to the straight edge through a series of small eye bolts. She then took the other end of the cord back towards the bottom edge of the platform. She then slipped it through another eye bolt and started pulling it tighter. All of the clothespins were being pulled and tugged simutaneously, but they all remained fastened. The more she pulled, the more his balls felt like they were being stung by bees or pierced with needles. His sac was really being pulled and stretched!. When she was satified that she had pulled about as tightly as she could without them coming unfastened, she tied off the end. He tried to scream in pain, begging them to stop, but all they could hear was loud unintelligble sounds. Leona had walked over across the room and was now coming back with a large bottle of wine and 4 glasses. "Billy", his mom announced, "you need to improve ... and you need to do it right now! I'm not going to give you too many more chances", she added angrily. Leona poured them all a nice glass, and his mom started sipping hers right away. The pain of having his balls pinched and stretched had actually caused him to lose his erection. His mom positioned herself so that she could grasp the base of his penis between her left thumb and forefinger. Wagging his flaccid penis back and forth a little she announced, "This is what we want to see". Of course, just her touching him again and even that little bit of stimulation of wagging it in the air had started his arousal process all over again. He tried to think of anything ... anything but getting a hard on ... anything except how much these women had aroused and fueled his sexual desires for so long ... anything except his helpless, humiliating predicament. Just then, he felt a warmth on his penis. His mom began spraying warm oil all over it. She was not in any hurry, and she made sure she got it all coated well. His cock was growing again. It became a shiny, oily pole that glistened in the light of the room. She let it lay back down on his stomach, it started to twitch involuntarily ... while they all sipped more wine. Linda finally set her wine glass down to begin. She grasped the shaft between her left thumb and forefinger. with her other hand she started by rubbing one index finger up and down the length of his shaft, on the top side. Every once in a while she let her finger cross over the helmet ... and then slowly back down again. Then she took two fingers and ran them up and down the backside of the shaft ... many times over. She went back occasionally to the top side with the two fingers. "He's really hopeless", laughed Lori, observing his hardening erection. Liz and Leona agreed by nodding and giggling. "Well, it's up to him ...", she said. "You know", said Liz, "you'd think that incorporating some pain in with the stimulation would help him get his arousal under control". His grandma said, "I think you should just accept the fact that he IS going to get aroused ... so, I say for now, let's just go for a tease torture". She continued, "Liz, give him another injection of aphrodisiac but blend in a decent dose of the orgasm denial agent also". "OK Billy, get ready to go insane", she said wickedly. CHAPTER 6 Billy felt several sharp pains below his scrotum and along the area between his upper thigh and groin, as well as a few just above the hairline of his pubic area. Those were the areas his Aunt Liz had chosen to inject the drug. After some more wine, his mom re-sprayed oil on his now totally engorged shaft. She started giving him full, slow, sensuous strokes. The slippery oil caused there to be distinct slurpy squishy sound to the stroking. She occasionally sped up, but always slowed back down. She also stopped completely. His cock would twitch hopelessly in the air for more stimulation. She would say, "You are a very, very bad boy". She would resume with two or three strokes and stop again. "Poor baby ... mommy won't give you what you want? Huh? What would you like, sweetie?. Do you want more of this?", she said as she resumed full strokes. Then she stopped that and wrapped her fingers around the sensitive upper part. At first she didn't move her hand at all. He started to try to thrash around ... to hump her hand ... to get some stimulation. Then she squeezed gently ... twice, and resumed her non moving position. Linda was amazed at how much she was enjoying this. She was in total control of her son's cock. She felt a rush of power and control. She decided that she was going to do this to him a LOT. He deserved it! Smelling her panties and the feet of her nylons, indeed. Well, if he wanted to get aroused, she would get him aroused ... there would just be no relief. The teasing would go on and on ... he had no choice in the matter ... She knew that the more she did it, the better she would get at it. Poor Billy, she thought ... his balls were going to packed with cum; and she would see to it that he was aroused often! She had never thought of herself as a 'torturess', but as she continued tormenting the boy, she realized it was a good fit. She again grasped his cock by the base with two fingers. With the other hand she gave him a slow steady stoke upwards. She let her hand come off the top ... she held it within centimeters of his shaft, just out of reach. She widened her grip so that she would not actually touch it but resumed the stroking motion up and down. "Linda", Lori exclaimed, "that is driving him wild!" Billy tried to buck and squirm to get contact, but could not. Then she sprayed on more warm oil. She crooked her thumb around the top side of the shaft. She slid it up and down ... the entire length. Each time it crossed the sensitized helmet he grunted with pleasure. While she kept this technique going she very slowly started to close her grip on the backside of his glistening shaft with each progressive stroke. Each stroke was now becoming more and more fulfilling to the tortured boy. Then she came to a full stop, her oily hand resting at the base of his cock ... not moving. Muffled moans of frustration and agony could be heard from behind his taped mouth. His hips began to thrust wildly... to continue the sensation ... but the straps allowed little more than an indication of his efforts. "You see, honey", said his grandma sweetly, "you just can't help yourself, no matter how hard you try". She moved in closer actually climbing up on the platform. She stood over him, her feet straddling the sides of his elbows, her backside to him. He saw clear up her skirt. Were those the same white cotton bikini panties he first experimented with in grandma's room? She looked down from that height over her shoulder, shook her head and laughed. She removed her skirt. With a smooth motion, she lowered herself to her knees, straddling his upper arms, and carefully sat down on his face. She adjusted and wiggled a little until she felt his nose nestled against her anus. She made sure he could breathe, but each breath had to be taken through his nose ... his mouth was still taped shut; and each breath he took was saturated with the scent of her crotch. All the pungent smells of a woman who had purposely not washed herself or her panties for 3 days were invading his senses. It was like a heroin addict getting a fix! Linda resumed the teasing torment she was administering to his enraged cock. Mostly she started and stopped, creating unbearable agony for the boy. She also kept a grip on his testicles to see if he was getting too close to an orgasm. She got to where she could sense exactly when to stop and when to resume ... to create the maximum frustration. She rarely put more than 5 strokes together before stopping. She experimented with doing 1 full slow stroke, and stopping for 3 seconds, then another, then stopping for 3 seconds, on and on, over and over. She decided that this was really a good technique, because he seemed to respond with what she thought was screaming ... but was sucessfully muffled out by his taped mouth and Leona being perched on his face. "Mom", said Linda, "I think I'd to like to try sitting on him". "Of course, sweetie", she answered. "Let's trade places". Leona was an absolute expert at 'edging' ... as Billy soon found out. His grandma's cock teasing was excruciating. Linda nestled the crack of her ass into his nose, but not as gently as Leona had done. She leaned up and then moved back quickly, over and over. She sat up straighter and rested her hands on her hips. She started bouncing up and down. She felt his nose being forced deeper and deeper into her anus. "Is this what you like, Billy?", she said laughing. "How do you like mommy's rear end now?" She bounced up and down harder. "Are you glad now? Are you happy that you snuck into my dirty clothes, sniffed my stinking panties, and then gave yourself an orgasm? Huh? Yeah, poor baby. His mommy caught him and now he has to be punished." She stopped for a second, raised up and turned so she could look down at him. "Who's the boss around here, huh?", she asked impatiently. "You thought it was you! You thought you could do whatever you wanted. Let's see how you like this". She pulled her panties completely off. She sat back down and felt his nose slide up her butt again. She resumed the bouncing. "Who's the boss now? Who's the boss now, Billy" Leona had to very very careful with the cock stroking at this point because she knew that even though his mom was badly abusing him, it would arouse him tremendously. She went to single slow long full strokes, up once and down once ... with a 15 second interval inbetween. Linda stopped bouncing. Instead she curled her feet under her son's head. She sat up a little straighter, and with her feet, forced his head further in. Then she leaned back, suffocating him. When she sensed that he couldn't stand it anymore without passing out, she leaned up again. They heard him hungrily breathing in air through his nose. She let him briefly catch his breath ... then resumed his suffocation. She went through 4 rounds of this. "Wow", she thought to herself. "I have learned a LOT about myself today. I absolutely love this. Poor, poor Builly, she thought. I am going to do this whenever I want ... and it's going to be a LOT! I didn't realize how much I needed to punish and torture a man. So what, poor little Billy is going to be the one who has to suffer ... he deserves it! He deserves even more than I will dish out. Sniffing the feet of stockings and socks ... I don't feel sorry for him ... it's just too bad. He made his choices ... now he can live with them", she thought happily. Soon Liz and Lori got their turns. It all went on and on until everyone had gotten the chance to smother him with their foul soiled panties, and practice their handjob tease techniques. Now, it was time for more wine. PART 2 AND UPCOMING CHAPTERS: Besides the 'Torture Platform' Billy will spend time on two of the the other devices that were built by Amy. One was named 'The Horse'. It is a device where you place your victim on it in a sitting position. The basic design is an 'A Frame' with an opening at the top. The victim's penis and testicles hang down through the gap ... and his ass is completely accessible. His legs are spread apart by flat boards set at a 45 degree angle. The legs and ankles are strapped to the sides. The man's weight is supported by his inner legs ... about mid thigh. Many variations are available to secure his upper torso. The quickest and easiset would be to shackle his wrists together, pull them above his head and secure them tightly to an overhead fastener. Other variations that are available include securing his wrists behind his back and hoisting them upwards ... bending him over at the waist. Tease Tortured By 4 Older Women Another one of Amy's cruel inventions was named 'The Carousel', because it turned in a circular fashion like a carousel. The victim was suspended from a circular wheel-like device in the ceiling. Amy devised a special 'suspension harness' that could suspend the victim either in an upright or an upside-down state. Once again, it had been very well thought out, and the victim would not be uncomfortable in the hanging position. Depending on the intended punishment he was to receive, his hands and arms could be forced behind him, above his head ... or fastened to the rotating floor below. The overhead wheel was electronically controlled for speed. It could spin fairly quickly, or move at a snail's pace. Up to 6 comfortable chairs could be placed around the rotating victim, and the device could be programmed to rotate to each 'location' for a pre-determined length of time. The chairs were designed to allow the ladies relax, sip wine, eat, and chat while administering the punishment of their choice. The circular spin feature insured that everyone participating would have equal access to whatever body part they wanted to inflict the torture upon. (Amy's personal plan was for her and Chris, her boss, to spend time with this device for sure. She thought it would be fun to unmercifully whip a naked boy suspended from above ... while he slowly and helplessly turned in circles).