Daniel had laughed off the warnings, thinking a simple cowboy costume wouldn’t cause the slightest bit of concern.
Now, he found himself helplessly restrained and near hysterical with need.
When he had been walking home from the Halloween party, he was a little disappointed to have not hooked up with anyone but was still riding the buzz from a good night and several drinks. Without any warning or transition, a cloud of darkness overcame him until suddenly he was lying on his back, entirely naked and achingly erect.
He looked around what appeared to be a barn, though a gorgeous woman wearing the same hat he’d worn with his cowboy outfit caught his attention and held it. The hat was the only thing she wore, making his cock pulse a little more. He didn’t understand why he was so unbelievably aroused, given his confusion, yet all he could focus on was her sensuous curves and the fact that she was looking at him hungrily. Her sultry smile made Daniel burn with desire, as too did her warm, southern tone.
“Well, howdy there, cowboy. I was wonderin’ when you’d finally wake up. Looks like you’re rarin’ to go, and I gotta say, it’s lookin’ mighty fine. But I reckon I shouldn’t hog all the fun for myself, now should I?”
The woman strolled over to Daniel and stood over him, her feet on either side of his hips. He was restrained with belts wrapping around his torso – a belt around his upper arms, waist, legs and ankles to keep his arms trapped by his sides and unable to sit up or reposition himself. Looking up at his company, seeing her pussy glistening as if she’d already been masturbating at the sight of him ensured that he had no desire to do anything other than stay here with her.
He asked her what she wanted with him. As she answered, she knelt on top of him so that she straddled him. The woman made an effort to ensure her pussy just brushed along the underside of his length.
“Well now, you’re gonna be the fun for tonight, ain’t ya? This town ain’t seen a man in years. Just a whole bunch of us women needin’ some good ol’ entertainment, and I reckon we got mighty lucky when you rode in to give us a little seein’ to.”
Befuddled yet not wanting this fantasy scenario to end, Daniel simply asked where the other women were. She placed her finger to his lips as she lifted her hips, ensuring the tip of his erection was a fraction below her entrance.
“Well, you sure are an inquisitive one, aren’t you? They’re all outside, waiting for their turn with you. There’s a lot of ‘em to get through, so it’s gonna be a long, long night ahead for ya. Don’t worry though, sugar. So long as you tell us you’re close, we’ll stop.”
She suddenly sank her hips down, taking in every inch of his swollen, eager cock. He gasped in pleasure as she smiled at his reaction.
“You best be holding yourself back. Looks to me like yer feelin’ mighty good right now,” she continued as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, her silky softness embracing every inch from tip to hilt. “It sure feels mighty good for me, darlin’. But everyone here’s gonna want their turn. So I’m gonna get my fill, then the next lady’s gonna come have her turn. If you don’t tell us that you’re close, and you do come, well… we ain’t gonna like that.”
Daniel listened intently as she continued to ride him. He tried to focus on what she was saying as opposed to focusing on the way her body seemed to glide on top of him in a hypnotic display of eroticism.
“You see, if you do come before we’ve all had our turn, the ladies can get mighty mean. We’ll all just go ahead and each ruin your orgasm over and over again. Trust me, sugar, you don’t want that. This place has a strange way of keepin’ you hard and capable of climaxin’. Just ‘cus you’re a man don’t mean you’re safe after coming the one time… not here anyways.”
Daniel’s mind was racing at the thought of this strange place having such power over him. To not have a refractory period – to be magically capable of climaxing again and again – was somewhat enticing. However, he knew that the reality of that situation and how it might feel would be hellish. The prospect of only receiving ruined orgasms continuously sounded like a genuine nightmare.
Any time he tried to ask a question, he was hushed by her finger.
“Just focus on how good it feels, sugar. I can feel you positively twitching inside me,” she stopped as she pressed down to feel him fully within her. Daniel almost instantly felt himself throbbing hard inside her, wanting so much more.
She spoke again as she began riding him faster. Hearing the wet slaps of her skin pressing against his, the sound of her wetness being penetrated, and her high-pitched little moans between every few words ensured he quickly felt his pleasure rising towards a peak.
“You keep tellin’ us… when you’re close, and keep that up… ‘til everyone’s had their turn, then we’ll make sure to reward ya proper at the… at the end.”
Hearing her getting close from riding him like this, watching her take such joy at using him like a sex toy, made Daniel reach his peak. As he felt the rush of pleasure flow like liquid behind his pelvis, surging at the base of his manhood, he called out that he was close.
“That’s it, darlin’. Though, I was getting pretty close myself. Ya might wanna control yourself a little.”
Unfortunately for Daniel, having her tell him that she was close to coming sent a surge of arousal through him that culminated with him hitting the pinnacle right before she could come. She had to stop to ensure he didn’t topple over. Instead of frustrating her, she seemed to enjoy doing this to him. The look of joy and desire in her eyes kept him feeling so unbelievably stiff inside her.
Whenever she wanted to come, she was able to grind herself against him, churning his cock within her to ensure the friction within made her orgasm atop of him. However, she focused on sliding up and down his cock to make sure he was being held on the edge every couple of minutes. She loved watching the internal struggle, seeing his brows furrow and mouth agape as he measured just how close he could get before needing to shout out that he was right there on the brink.
Daniel did well to hold out. He kept the woman informed every time he felt his orgasm approaching. Every time he tried to beg for her to let him rest a little more, she pressed her fingers to his lips.
“Nuh-uh, sugar. Just like the rest waitin’ their turn, I want to have all the fun with you I want. We can’t have our gunslinger shooting too soon now, can we?”
Daniel’s balls felt as tight as they could be, his cock so swollen with need that it felt massive – like it were another entity tormenting him as opposed to a part of his own body. Every time he was close, he naturally thrust his hips up, his body wanting the relief that he consciously had to fight hard to prevent.
Watching the woman climax on top of him made it worse. He tried to imagine how she felt, how joyous that release felt, those spasms of ecstasy and the sense of pure relief. The knowledge that it was him – his long, erect, pulsating cock – that made her feel that way and had that effect made him continuously shiver in arousal.
As much as he wanted to come, he couldn’t bear the thought of feeling a ruined orgasm, let alone spending the whole night only feeling ruined orgasms. He couldn’t quite imagine the sensation of multiple orgasms, but the prospect of multiple ruined orgasms seemed like the cruellest nightmare imaginable in his current state.
For the rest of the night, he experienced the same pattern. When one woman had finished using him to fulfil her desires, she would leave, and another would enter to take over. No matter how many times he pleaded for a little rest, they placed their fingertip to his mouth and simply recommended that he didn’t come.
The worst torture wasn’t the sensation itself. It wasn’t being brought to the edge and having it stop repeatedly until he was in actual tears of need. It wasn’t the fact that this place ensured he could experience this indefinitely without any physical or mental exhaustion. The worst part was that any time he asked (or whimpered or shouted out) how many more townspeople were left, he was met only with a smile and silence.
He would have no way of knowing how much longer he would have to endure this torment of being edged by these women. They all rode his cock and used him like their living sex doll while making sure he had to keep guessing how many others were left. All the time, fighting against the temptation to simply not say he was close and let go.
Daniel didn’t know how much longer he could possibly hold out. His willpower began to wane, yet the prospect of only one or two women remaining kept him holding onto hope.
His achingly in need cock felt lassoed – like it were being held tight and pulled between the unknown and the prospect of instant release.
He wished that they knew exactly how it felt, to have so many inches feel so full and swollen with that all-consuming need for release. If only they could understand the tightness within his balls and that unbearable feeling of something ready to burst forth. That constantly flowing stream beating against the walls and constantly threatening to come crashing through.
Daniel’s body and mind were in a constant duel. One full, wonderful orgasm after a gauntlet of denial, or potentially hundreds of ruined orgasms if he just gave in. Whatever he chose, he’d constantly be guessing just how many women occupied this strange, cruel town.
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