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“Pathetic.”
Her fingertips brushed over the underside of Jonathan’s cock. The hardened length jutted out from the young doctor’s unzipped fly, its pink flesh accentuated by the surrounding dark fabric. Pubic hair poked out from underneath the untouched top button of his trousers, curled, seemly trimmed. It wouldn’t have been surprising, considering how high-maintenance the doctor appeared to be.
He wasn’t exactly well-endowed, in fact, quite the opposite. Something people wouldn’t have guessed judging from his overall attitude. The doctor’s notoriety grew from his condescending, unpleasant demeanor. He considered himself above all others—his intellect, his appearance, his achievements—and he made it known to everyone around him.
She slapped the unremarkably-sized cock around, earning hitched breaths and an irritated glare from the smug doctor. His skin was already too pale, his shaft even so. The thing swayed from side to side because of the constant, brutal swats. Staring into those electric blues, she landed a few more blows onto the vulnerable organ; once, twice, until the doctor squirmed in discomfort, his body fidgeting in his restraints, breathing quickened significantly.
It wasn’t the first time they’ve had run-ins with each other. The egomaniac had a talent for agitating those around him, and he exploited this gift much too freely. Getting him alone was challenging. Oftentimes, the man is cooped up in his little asylum, surrounded by patients, orderlies, and guards, doing god knows what. Rumors regarding his mysterious endeavors had been a favored subject amongst them, although none had ever been confirmed.
Now she had him at her mercy: laid on his back, arms bound behind him, legs spread and strapped down, his pretty cock peeking out of his trousers.
She swiftly raised a hand, making the doctor flinch instinctively. When her hand came down, she merely traced the veins on the doctor’s cock gently. The thing twitched, stiff from all the slapping. Her forefinger glided over the slit, gathering precum. She pressed the doctor’s penis downwards, flush against his thighs, and then let go. The hardened length instantly sprang back to its upright position, swaying a bit, strings of precum splattered onto the doctor’s pristine suit. She repeated this until boredom got to her.
His balls partially peeked out from his underwear. Slithering her hand inside, she grasped the doctor’s genitals, squishing his balls and shaft between the palm of her hand. Graciously, she decided to free them from their confinement, and pulled them out of his fly. His testicles now rested cozily on the rough fabric of his trousers. The two fleshy spheres appeared to be bigger than what she would’ve have imagined, although possibly due to their juxtaposition with the doctor’s cock. She playfully jiggled them in her hands, feeling the weight.
He looked positively ludicrous, with three or more layers of clothing still intact. His suit jacket, his sweater, even down to his shoes were all left in their original state, the state they were in when she saw him in court this morning. Only now, his genitals were exposed in an overtly indecent fashion. His shirt was tucked in his waistband, its hem sticking out from his fly, the white fabric in direct contact with the doctor’s pubic hair and cock. Her eyes traveled upwards. She had always wondered about his fascination with sweaters, and that damned tie…
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His impassive voice sounded the moment she yanked at his tie; she ignored him, pulling it loose. She held the thing in her hands and pondered it.
“Silk, huh?”
With no intention of waiting for a response, she pulled the thing tight and brought it down to the doctor’s crotch, sliding it underneath the doctor’s balls. She wrapped the tie around the base of his cock, until his balls were trapped along his shaft, straining. After they were pulled significantly further from the rest of his body, she made a knot and let the remaining material draped freely.
She couldn’t help admire her handiwork. His pink scrotal skin was stretched thin, appearing smooth. The two glands pushed up tightly against each other, its presentation almost comical. She squeezed one, then the other, and slapped them repeatedly.
Jonathan bit down on his lips, a hint of indignation and shame crossed his delicate features. His muscles flexed, as he watched his own cock bob up and down, its shiny red head already leaking. She was fixated on how the veins on his cock popped out, pumping blood into the excited organ. His breathing was getting labored, despite his attempts to remain in control. Then, as if to further taunt his efforts, she pulled his grey sweater over his head.
“For future reference, you probably shouldn’t wear a white shirt.”
He detected a smile in her tone, despite not being able to see. Before he could respond, he felt something teasing his nipples through his shirt. Fingers, or more specifically, nails, were circling both his nipples in a repetitive motion. The pressure was light, as if they were tickling him more than anything. Yet the exquisite pleasure shot right to his dick. Interspersed with his own muffled moans, he can hear faint scratching noises as dexterous fingers flicked his tightened nipples through the thin material, pace alternating between brutally fast and excruciatingly slow. Occasionally, he’ll be rewarded with a firm twist and roll motion.
“The brilliant Dr. Crane likes getting his nipples played with…If only you can touch yourself right now.”
Jonathan didn’t dignify that with a response. Evidently he didn’t need to. All he could focus on was the cool air brushing against his cock and the vicious teasing on his nipples. Suddenly, he felt a damp warmth envelope one of his nipples. A mouth clamped down on him, grazing and sucking the sensitive nub. The engulfing heat and softness were nearly unbearable. The devious tongue lapped at his areola, drawing tightening circles, at last, flickering his swollen nipple like it was some kind of a switch. The delirious torment went on far too long, even after both his nipples started to feel sore. The saliva-soaked shirt stuck to his skin uncomfortably. Sounds of his own muffled breathing filled his ears.
Eventually, his abused nipples were spared. He didn’t care to contemplate his appearance to the eyes of an outsider—stiffened nipples and cock jutting out while his own hot breath was trapped between knitted material. Judging by the chuckles emanating from above him, “embarrassing” would be the most accurate description.
“It looks painful,” his dick received another cruel smack, “would you like to come?”
The answer was obvious. The doctor’s weeping cock was jumping furiously, its color had darkened a few shades, especially after the thorough teasing the doctor’s pebbled nubs had received. His trapped cock was now a deep crimson, almost purplish color. A steady stream of precum dribbled down the shaft, soiling the crotch of his pants.
Jonathan’s sweater was pulled back down, nestling in the crook of his neck. As his foggy glasses cleared out, he glared down while catching his breath. Certain parts of his shirt were practically see-through, the fabric was soaked and wrinkled around the two obscenely protruding nubs. However, he was more focused on his aching hard-on.
“How about I help you out?”
She smiled and made a loose fist, stroking his cock from the base up. The doctor instinctively bucked into her hand. Eager, however, still too reserved for her taste. After the initial few strokes, she simply held her hand in place and studied him with a derisive grin.
“I can’t do all the work.”
Jonathan found his temper to be significantly milder than usual, considering the circumstances. He clenched his jaw and somehow managed to bite back a sardonic remark. After a momentary silence, Jonathan lifted his pelvis, presenting his cock to the woman in front of him, and slid it into the waiting hand.
Finally able to gain friction, he thrusted his cock in and out of the woman’s grip. Once he was consumed by the overwhelming sensation, it was hard to stop. Jonathan was nearly able to neglect how ridiculous he felt as he shoved his dick upwards, picking up a steady pace. It wasn’t easy, as the hand that granted him release would sporadically hover up, forcing him to lift his hips even further. Jonathan could hear laughter, it sparked immense frustration, yet he wasn’t exactly in a position to instigate a fight.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Jonathan looked at her in silent confusion, expecting an explanation. Unwilling to repeat herself, she retracted her hand and clasped Jonathan’s jaw, pulling his face up.
They stared each other down. Jonathan was still gasping, he could smell the tangy scent of his own cock on her hands. He closed his eyes and let out a humorless chuckle, when he reopened them, he gingerly poked the tip of his tongue out. The woman jabbed her fingers into the doctor’s mouth, yanking his tongue further out. Her precum-soaked fingers lingered a little longer, giving the doctor a taste of his own cock. She let her hand fall to its previous position, ghosting over the doctor’s length. Jonathan didn’t say anything, only returned to pursuing that little bit of stimulation he was allowed by fucking into the spit and precum soaked hand.
Pathetic indeed.
Pleasure surged Jonathan’s body; his movements were growing frantic. Some part of his brain remembered to follow the seemingly random command by hanging his tongue out until he realized, in doing so, flows of saliva were now trickling down the corners of his mouth.
“You look like a bitch in heat.”
She commented, lifting her hand slightly, making the doctor eagerly buck up to chase it. Feeling generous, she tightened her grip and twisted her wrist as the doctor’s cock was pulling back down, giving it a firm stroke. Jonathan’s eyes rolled back momentarily as he let out a soft groan. His pupils were fully blown; his ridiculously long lashes fluttered. He was getting close.
“…I can’t c-come like this.” The doctor panted, gulping down saliva less it affected his enunciation. He attempted to smirk in that insufferable way of his, yet failed even that. The insinuation being his having to state the obvious due to her tiny brain forgetting that his genitals remained tied up at the base. Unfortunately, he was no longer able to hide behind his usual facade, with his face flushed, sweating, wanting, and desperate. In all honesty, he seemed much more tolerable like this.
“You could. You just can’t ejaculate. There’s a difference.” She tugged at his nipple, watching him shudder in defiance.
Her stance is clear, it’s all up to him now.
The woman was well aware that the doctor had never been the athletic type. His waist and hips must be getting quite sore by now. Although, surely he was motivated enough to carry on, as anyone who was this close to climaxing would be.
She stared down at her hand, slightly mesmerized, seeing Jonathan’s cockhead repeatedly poking through her fist. His tied-up scrotum, his soft pubes and his silk tie were all grazing against the edge of her palm with each thrust. Jonathan’s panting was becoming increasingly shakier. His half-lidded eyes were glued to his own cock, his plump lips were swollen red, probably due to him biting on it earlier; his hair and clothing were all in disarray, a far cry from the pristine administrator he normally presented himself as. While he labored on, she couldn’t help but think: this is a better look on him.
And there it is.
The doctor’s eyes rolled backwards, his entire body trembled violently. His tongue obediently stuck out as his mouth widened. His cock throbbed as if a creature of its own. He was still thrusting up in jerky movements, unaware that she wasn’t holding her hand up for him anymore. He merely proceeded humping the air as more drool ran down his chin. He came, shooting blank.
She was unclear whether it was an involuntary response or not, but he was smiling as the crushing waves of orgasm hit him. His penis remained hopelessly hard, it’s veins bulging. The costly tie was drenched by his own sweat and slick.
Little did he knew, she was holding up her phone and filming the whole thing as soon as his eyes rolled back. She got a clear shot of his bunched up genitals, size flattered by the angle of the shot, his barely concealed nipples, and a close-up of his wretched face.
She tucked her phone away before the doctor could notice, saving it for another day.
She wasn’t done with him just yet.