Halloween Dreams: Tony

Tony’s deepest unfulfilled fantasy had always been to have nurses tending to him sexually. He’d only occasionally experienced short-lived dreams that catered to his fetish. However, tonight he’d be fully submerged in his ultimate fantasy.

Entirely bound on the bed, Tony knew that he was in a dream instantly. He remembered falling asleep and felt the warmth and comfort of sleep enveloping his body. Yet, he could feel the cast around him, even feel the tightness around his mouth of the wraps, keeping him from speaking out.

He was bound in a cast and wraps from head to toe, ensuring he could not move an inch. The only part of him not covered at all was his cock, which was being serviced by the nurses caring for him.

Everything within him wanted to launch towards these perfect specimens of his fantasy, yet to his frustration, he was entirely trapped. All that had sprung forth was his erect manhood, helpless in the midst of these nurses who planned to torment his cock to a frenzy.

For the first couple of hours, it was merely pleasure-bound frustration as they licked and teased and touched his throbbing shaft. The tighter his balls became, the more he internally begged them to do more. They always seemed to keep him tormented enough to maintain that throbbing erection, yet never enough to fully satisfy it. Never enough to have him feel the surge of orgasm, but enough to have it swaying constantly in anticipation.

Every gentle lick and soft touch left him moaning while the nurses played with their toy. In his dream, Tony would not be bound to the rules of the waking world. His cock could stay erect indefinitely; he would never need to rest.

The next few hours, as his cock constantly wept a constant stream of precum, Tony also wept with need as they ignored him and continued working him to the edge.

There were times that they brought him to the edge with their mouths as slowly as possible, letting his manhood pulse within their lips before pulling away at the last second. Other times, they stroked him right to the edge before trailing their tongues up along his shaft, feeling him twitch against their tongues.

He wasn’t even able to thrust his hips up and down, to help gain a little more friction or a slightly deeper sensation. It was maddening.

The only times the nurses stopped for a few seconds were to watch his cock twitching back and forth, admiring how devastatingly swollen it was.

Tony never thought he would ever be in a scenario where he’d want his fantasy of being with gorgeous women in nurses’ attire to end. But this was too much. He wanted to wake up, for the torture to end. Instead, he was trapped. Trapped in this constant cycle of being brought to the edge and denied, with no indication of how long was left.

In his mind, Tony tried to estimate the hours he’d spent here. Eight hours of sleep and he’d wake up. He surely had been here for half of that already. Only four more hours to go, he thought to himself.

However, by the time he hit what he assumed was eight hours, there’d be no signs of relief… hours would still pass, and he’d still be here. The trouble with dreams is that time passes very differently. What could be several hours in a dream might only be a few minutes in the waking world. Tony would have no idea of the time that was left. All he would know was torture. All Tony could be sure of was that his cock would throb in the need for orgasmic release.

Tony’s tears of denial-fueled agony, constantly leaking precum, and uncontrollably twitching cock was the only way his body could communicate his need for mercy. The nurses never spoke a word, yet their torment would continue to communicate with Tony’s body for the rest of his dream… however many hours left that may be.

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