Heather and Janene were sitting close together, watching our performance.Heather and Janene were sitting close together, watching our performance. By watching between Darryls legs I could see that Heather was gently massaging Janenes breast, while she in turn was stroking Heathers inner thighs. The way Heather leaned her head back with her eyes closed told me that Janenes fingers were getting a little more intimate. Suddenly Darryl tensed and his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs as his cock spasmed in my mouth. My taste was flooded with several quick spurts of his warm semen that I eagerly swallowed. He was involuntarily squeezing and sucking hard on my dick as he came. It was too much and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. With an anguished gurgle of thwarted willpower I felt the waves of pleasure wash into me as I came into Darryls mouth. We rolled apart slightly and I lay on my back on the rugs with my eyes closed to savour the departing tingles of pleasure. A bright flare registered through my closed eyelids, punctuated by the telephone chirping in surprise. Less than half a second later a huge crash of sound shook the whole house. I jumped and opened my eyes to find the room mostly dark. The storm had knocked the power out so the fire was providing the only illumination. Heather left the room in search, I guessed, of candles. A moment later I heard the rattle of wheels coming down the hall with the glow of candles preceding. When the stocks rolled into the lounge, pushed by Heather, I was a little surprised. Xanth followed her in, woken at last by the storm, and flopped in front of the fire. I think I mentioned the stocks once. They are something I built on a whim once when I had some timber left over from a wind-shelter. It was built with comfort in mind (as much as that is possible with stocks). It has a horizontal beam with three depressions cut into it, lined with velvet, for two arms and a head. A matching beam fits over the first and is locked into place with a padlock, holding the victim bent over so their head is only slightly higher than their bum, (adjustable, of course, for shorter or taller people). The victims feet are held immobile between the frame of the base by chained shackles (also velvet lined). |