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Needless to say that they hadn’t let me cum. They’d watched me humiliate myself for them. They’d hurt me for their pleasure. Fuck, they’d made me ask to be hurt so I did and I’d meant it. They watched me–Kat watched me and she got herself off. But they had not let me cum.
When it was over, when I was locked securely, cock, balls, and ass, the flat black devices snapped together with their precise magnetic connections, Dr Popova reminded me of the deal I had accepted. I had agreed to put the devices back on because Kat had promised me that at some vague point in the future, she’d use the devices to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. “The best of my life,” she’d said. So it was really my own fault that I didn’t realize that the deal I’d made had voided Dr. P’s promise. And it was also my fault that I hadn’t negotiated a delivery date on that orgasm. All I knew is that it was coming.
When my video call with Kat and Dr P ended, I’d thanked them. In a weird way, I’d meant it. NYC had been on lockdown for nearly a month, and my junk had been on lockdown for nearly two weeks. I really needed the distraction and the human connection, I guess maybe more than I needed to cum. But OMG I needed to cum.
That night, I’d slept badly, woken up every hour or so by my raging hard-on throbbing against my cage. Sometimes I tried to move my hips to get some friction and try to cum, but if I was too obvious about it, the cuff around my balls would activate, squeezing me harder and harder until I stopped moving. I guess the sensors could detect the motion? Or the arousal? I don’t honestly know how it worked, but it kept me on edge all fucking night.
Finally the sun came up and I dragged myself out of bed. I messaged Kat and she replied, “How are you doing today, Jonathan?”
Like I said, she never calls me Jonathan. “Why are you calling me Jonathan all of a sudden?” I asked.
“I like how it sounds when Dr. P says it. Sexy. In control. Do you like it too?”
“I guess I do. It’s just new and weird.”
“A lot of things are going to be new now, JB,” she messaged.
“Like what?”
“I got approval from the Telemedicine test service for my first programmed routines. I’ve set it to run today at… well, you’ll probably be able to figure out when it starts.”
“Fuck, Kat, what are you going to do?” I was scared of what she was capable of.
“Don’t worry JB. You’ll enjoy it. Most of it, anyway.” Then she added. “Call me tonight after work. I have a ton of work to catch up on after yesterday, and I’m going to spend most of today cleaning up the shit work you did when you covered for me.”
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I noticed the rumbling in the middle of our 9:30 team meeting. I’d never felt anything like it. It started in my plug, like a… well it was a deep, low frequency throb. Dr. P’s “therapy” routines had never done anything like this. It spread from my ass to my balls to my cock cage.
I DM’d Kat, “I think it’s starting.”
She sent me back, “XOXO.”
The way these team meetings work is that we go around the circle quickly and give a brief update. It was my turn to report to the team, and I was about fifteen seconds in when everything suddenly constricted hard. It was like I’d been kicked in the balls, and I shouted out and bent over double.
Kat, with an innocent smile on her face and concern in her voice said, “Are you OK, JB?” The kırıkkale escort whole team looked worried. I could barely breathe.
I choked out, “I spilled hot coffee on my pants. I’ll be right back.”
I disconnected from the call and lay on the floor, waiting out the assault. It didn’t last long. The rumbling came back. Then that turned into stroking, then milking. It was overwhelming. As the pain receded, the pleasure grew, bringing me to the edge. I thought that the orgasm Kat promised me was right around the corner, but it never arrived. The devices took me to the edge and held me there, slowing down every time I thought I’d spill over. It felt like an infinitely long time, but when everything stopped suddenly and I caught my breath, my watch showed that barely fifteen minutes had passed. But OMG, what a fifteen minutes that had been.
I pulled myself together and jumped on Slack to update the team and apologize for interrupting the meeting. They just sent me a barrage of gifs of people spilling coffee. Haha very funny.
Kat messaged me privately though. “Did you like that?”
I didn’t know what to say. I could still feel the ache in my balls. My cock was straining at the cage, dripping. I was desperate to cum. Before I could figure out how to reply, Kat messaged again. “Doesn’t matter, really. I liked it and I’m going to do that again. Maybe I’ll do it every day during team-meeting. What do you think?”
“Of fuck, Kat, please no!”
“Well, I’ll consider your request. Think of what you can offer me in exchange for my kindness. You can make your offer tonight at 8. Enjoy your day, Jonathan, and to make this easier for you, I’m going to give you a hint: a good offer involves orgasms for me. Lots of orgasms for me.”
My devices started again. Slow, steady. Holding my cock, probing slowly in my ass. This was going to be a long day.
—
At 8, I logged on to our video chat. It had in fact been a long day. Kat had programmed a routine that read my work calendar and used it to give me 10-minute warnings before each meeting. And by warnings, I mean that the devices essentially kicked me in the balls before every meeting started.
This was terrifying to me, because–aside from the fact that she was kicking me in the nuts–it meant that she was working on linking the devices with other systems–including our work systems. The possibilities were literally endless.
But that’s not all that Kat’s routines did. She’d programmed them to keep me both stimulated and humiliated. Using my schedule, she’d set the devices to start edging me in every meeting. It happened each time at the 5-minute mark in each meeting. I started to think of it as “edging mode.” The stimulation in edging mode was intense, bringing me to the edge and holding me there, never letting me spill over. It made me flushed, red-faced. I struggled to keep it together. Could everyone tell that I was getting a robotic handjob? Imagining that everyone knew was mortifying.
So at 8, when I was waiting for Kat to log on, I had a couple of goals. First, I knew that Kat wanted me to make her some kind of offer. She’d spent the day demonstrating her power, and I’m sure she expected something good, something that was worth her mercy. But beyond that, I really–really–needed to cum. I was determined to get a date from her, a date when kırıkkale escort bayan she’d commit to delivering the orgasm she’d promised me.
8:05, no Kat. 8:10, no Kat. I messaged her, “I’m on the call.”
She messaged back, “I’m watching your data. I don’t think you’re horny enough to talk to me yet.”
“Holy shit! I need to cum, Kat!” I messaged.
“Always about you, huh, JB?”
Fuck. She’d totally set me up for that one. I thought carefully, trying to clear the fog from my brain. Then I messaged, “What do YOU want to see from me?”
“That’s more like it, JB!” She messaged. Then she connected to the call, and I saw her video come on. She was smiling, wearing a t-shirt with a unicorn pooping rainbow-colored turds. It was tight enough that I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard under her t-shirt. She was a picture of geek-sexy, and I couldn’t believe how much I wanted her.
Not giving me a chance to start, she said, “Do you have an offer for me?”
I’d been thinking about this, and I had a plan. I said, “Kat, I do have an offer, but I need to ask you a question first.” She looked a little surprised, but nodded her head, so I continued. “I want to know what’s been your favorite part of this little… uh.. situation?” I asked.
She smiled a bit, then said, “I’m not sure, JB.” She looked off to the side for a moment, then turned back to the camera. “I mean, it’s really fucking hot to have you locked up and helpless. I’ve fantasized about something like this for a long time, having a boy at my mercy, but I never imagined that I could use code to make that happen. So… for this to happen like this, for me to be able to control you with software, that’s pretty fucking awesome.”
She laughed but it looked like she had more to say, so I kept quiet.
“You know, Jonathan, I also kind of like how you’ve changed since Dr. P got her hands on you. Like now, you asked me a question about what I like.”
My plan was working. But it’s not like I was only trying to win the game here. I did actually want to hear what Kat had to say. I just nodded.
Then she gave me an evil grin and said, “Oh yeah. I discovered something else.” She looked over both shoulders like she didn’t want anyone to hear–which was weird because I thought that she lived alone. Then she leaned into the camera and said, “I discovered that I like to hurt you.”
At that moment, she picked up her phone and tapped for a moment, and I felt the devices give me a little kick. She said, “I can kick you in the balls remotely. Any fucking time I want.”
Against my wishes, my dick started to get hard. I saw her look at her phone. “You like that, don’t you? I can see your data, so don’t lie.”
“Well, … yeah, I do like it, Kat,” I said, sighing.
“Ok, let’s not get distracted here, JB. Your job right now is to make me an offer.” I saw her sit up straight and square her shoulders. “Tell me why I shouldn’t make these devices kick you in the balls during every meeting. What’s in it for me?”
“Ok, here’s my offer, Kat,” I said. “I thought about what you said, that a good offer involved orgasms for you. I’m willing to give you a show every night if that’s what it takes, but I don’t think that’s so great. I’m willing to take your punishment, if you think that’s hot. But then I remembered what escort kırıkkale you said last night, and I had another idea…” I paused, not wanting to continue.
“What is it, JB?”
“OK, Kat, here’s my offer, and I’m kind of freaked out to be saying this. Kat, I can’t take this fucking lockdown alone. I want to come over there and eat your pussy. I know that means that I have to leave lockdown and you’ll have to let me in and break quarantine. But I can’t take this fucking isolation. I’m going crazy from the stress of being alone. I thought about this all day, and the more I thought about coming over, the more I wanted to. So here’s my offer. Let me come over and ride this out with you at your place. I’ll eat your pussy any time you want. Every day. During every meeting, whatever. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me come over and ride this out with you. And please, just let me cum every once and a while.”
She looked surprised. “Holy shit, JB…” she said. “I wasn’t expecting that. I was just expected to get a sexy Facetime call. Damn!”
“Think about it, Kat. I’m not the same guy that I was just a few weeks ago. We’ll be good company, and if it doesn’t work, you can kick me out.”
“It’s a good offer, JB.” She paused. I didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything. The silence was getting awkward. I saw her pick up her phone.
I felt the devices change patterns. They started to squeeze. Hard, then a release. Then harder, then a release. Then harder still.
“I’m fucking with you now, JB,” she said.
“I know,” I said through clenched teeth.
“I’m going to make you wait for an answer,” she said, “and I’m going to hurt you while I think about it.” Her voice had shifted. It was low, full of arousal. Almost a growl.
“Oh god,” I said. The torture continued. I saw her tap, and the probe in my ass came to life, swelling and releasing, stretching my ass growing big. Painfully big.
“I like your plan, JB,” she said. She put her phone down, slipped a hand under her shirt. I could see her playing with her nipple. “But I don’t think we’re doing that tonight.”
I was relieved and disappointed all at the same time.
She continued through clenched teeth, “Oh fuck, JB. Tonight I’m just going to crush your balls and watch you suffer while I get off.” Her other hand was in her lap, and I could see her grinding her hips.
The squeezing on my balls just kept getting harder. She stared at the screen. My asshole was burning as the plug swelled and relaxed, over and over again, impossibly large. I could see her trying to keep her eyes on the screen. She was biting her lower lip. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Jonathan.”
I could barely talk. I was trying to maintain eye contact, trying to keep my hands away from the devices that had my balls in their crushing grip. All I could manage was, “My balls. My ass. Oh fuck, Kat, it hurts so much…”
And that did it. She came in crashing waves, her head thrown back, her long neck stretching in pleasure. Ecstasy wracking her from head to toe.
Slowly, she pulled herself together. She picked up her phone and tapped, and the crushing pain in my balls stopped. The assault of my ass stopped. The devices shifted to edging mode.
“I’m going to edge you all night, JB,” she said. “Tomorrow I’ll let you know if you can come over here and eat my pussy. If you can’t sleep, send me an email to persuade me. Tell me what you’re going to do for me–besides making me cum. Tell me why I should let you into my quarantine.”
She ended the call, and I was left to face another long night. I stared at the screen for a moment, then decided I might as well get started on that email.
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