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SPASTIC BASIL Hell Nite3
“Just handle the cord carefully, Hugh boy.” Lucinda, Basil’s
gorgeous, plotting wife said to her lover. Lucinda smiled at her slave husband
who was standing in trepidation, wondering what was about to happen to him.
Lindy shook her boobs through her black bra at Basil and turned to watch Hugh,
who was in charge of the Wires.
Basil was quite wary, and feeling sapped. After attending a
party where he’d been assaulted by a transsexual secretary, Basil had been
coerced into going back with his wife and Hugh to their house where he was
supposed to service Hugh’s testicles while Hugh fucked Basil’s wife, Lindy.
But, Basil got too
excited and was about to cum. Lucinda tried caning Basil’s cock to calm it
down, as Basil was a chastity slave, and now was trying “aversion therapy” of
an electrical nature. Now, Hugh was gamely holding a flickering sparky cut off
lamp cord in Lindy’s rubber gardening gloves.
Lucinda was trying to seduce Basil a bit, apparently to get
him erect again so they could work the “aversion” part. Then, hopefully Basil
would remain limp for the evening while he serviced Hugh some more, and Hugh
finished fucking Lucinda. Basil looked nervously at the wires in Hugh’s hand
and wondered if convicts awaiting the electric chair experienced the same
anxiety that Basil was feeling right now.
Lindy had done so many harsh things to poor Basil’s dick
over the years. She’d stubbed out her Pall Malls on it, adorned it with
clothespins and mousetraps, and beaten it with car ariels and broomsticks. Once
she’d stuck it in a glass of ice, and tied it on Basil til he almost had
cock-frostbite.
She’d attached barbells to Basil’s genitals, made him use
his penis as a towel rack, beating him when he went limp and the towel fell to the
floor. She’d stomped Basil’s penis with cowboy boots, and run knitting needles
through his glans. It was actually a miracle that Basil’s dick hadn’t fallen
off!
It seemed as if the more that was done to Basil’s cock, the
more it would take…as if it was just waiting for the time that it could
explode, and wasn’t going to let anything get it down, as if the penis was some
sort of worn out Nelson Mandela imprisoned freedom fighter, or something.
Basil’s penis was just awaiting the day the seeds could shoot
out,and it was going to be hopefully soon, but it really pissed Lindy off that
the penis was so hot to shoot up the
load tonight!
“Yes, if this aversion therapy thing works” Lindy said now
“I may get Basil a cattle prod.” Hugh thought his new girlfriend was just too
funny, though this was a somewhat dangerous operation. “Can you imagine me
buzzing Basil in the ass as he runs all over
Lindy turned from this conversation, embracing Basil and
kissing him tenderly. I have to try not to get excited, Basil thought. If I
don’t get erect, she can’t torture me. But it was so difficult. What a hot girl
Lindy was!
Basil gave Lindy a wan smile as she put her arms closer
round his neck. “Now, Basil darling” Lindy whispered. “Are you listening you
stud?” Lindy kissed Basil’s neck moistly. He thought, You must resist the sweet
talk. She is trying to get you excited. Just don’t let her. Fat chance.
“Basil honey” Lindy smooched him. “I know you’re hot for me,
and it’s so cute.” Lindy’s long red nails on her left hand traveled down to his
crotch, where she began lightly tickling his stiffening cock. “God you’re so
erect, like a porn star.”
Basil, of course, felt like Charlie Brown, about to run to
kick the football before the mean girl pulls it out of the way. He knew
intellectually that he was a doomed man, but he was going to do his best to
resist her entreaties. “Yes, Lucinda?” Basil asked coldly.
More moist kisses were planted along Basil’s neck as Lindy
took Basil’s ballooning glans in her manicured fingers. Running a long
thumbnail over the tip of Basil’s swelling schlong, Lindy twiddled the
sensitive frenum below with her forefinger.
If only she wasn’t so beautiful, Basil thought, watching the tendrils of Lucinda’s
hair falling on her shoulders. He felt as if he were a ball bearing trying to
pull back from the world’s largest magnet. “You have such a big, massive, sexy
cock, Basil.” Lindy leaned down and nursed Basil’s left nipple and he moaned
with desire.
Basil really wanted to not get hard, as he knew there would
be electrical hijinks following, but what could he do? Once Basil had had a
girlfriend Ivy, who, upon finding one of Basil’s S&M magazines back in the
early 80’s, had told Basil that she would whip him if he were ever unfaithful
enough to cum in another woman, and then she’d bound Basil’s wrists and had one
of her particularly fetching girlfriends give him head.
Basil had stood there, trying to ignore Tasha’s full lips
and her curly blonde hair as she’d sucked and slurped his cock. Ivy had been
quite the evil one. “If you cum in Tasha’s mouth, Basil, I’m going to thrash
you good” Ivy had said, and Basil would do his best to think of old baseball
scores and other things, but would always
end up making a mess in Tasha’s mouth, and of course then Ivy would get busy
with the carpet beater.
But the Stakes were much too high this time---Electricity!
Lucinda sighed lightly, hugged Basil close, and gave him a
deep, rich tongue kiss. If it had pulled a lever at Basil’s back to make his
cock spring up, it wouldn’t have been any more effective. Her tongue shot in
and out of his mouth passionately. They sword fought with their tongues, Basil
and Lindy….and oh how excited Basil was.
Lindy’s teeth playfully chewed on Basil’s lower lip. “What a
sweet man you can be when you want to, Basil.” Lindy said, kissing Basil’s
chin. “And what a hot rod you have down there!”
Lindy moved her head and began kissing Basil’s ear avidly,
the tongue dampening the side of his head as if he were being licked by a
German Shepherd. Then Lindy made tiny little smooches back to Basil’s mouth
once more. Covered with his hot wife’s lip glossed marks, and enjoying her
full, rosebud lips with that Spearming gum-juiced tongue, Basilw as in
paradise, and had almost forgotten about Hugh and the electric cord.
Lucinda seemed to be kissing Basil with an abandon and
wantonness not in evidence in over ten years. As she had lost respect for her
slave husband, there had been fewer real
passionate caresses, and sometimes she’d all but ignored him. But in the
beginning, things had been so thrilling!
It all reminded Basil
of the first time he’d kissed Lindy in his little red Miata. (long since sold
to put Lindy’s old boyfriend through rehab). But that first night when Lucinda
had kissed the younger Basil on that first date, he’d known she was the one.
Basil still remembered Lindy crawling all over him in her
hot pants with the fishnet stockings as he leaned back on the seats of the blue
convertible. When was it? 1989?
Lindy had kissed Basil all over, and then unzipped his pants
and sucked him to a shattering orgasm, and he was sold. Basil had fallen
absolutely in love with Lindy.
Sure, Basil had been somewhat of a ladies man before Lindy,
and he’d had quite a few Yankee trollops, but he’d forgotten about all that
competition after getting involved with her. It had been all so impractical, a
saucy cocktail waitress moving in with a freshly minted PhD. His friends had
all worried that he would contract a social disease, and hers had wondered what she saw in the geeky
balding teacher.
Even back then, Basil had been vaguely aware that Lindy
occasionally cheated on him, but she was so secretive about it at the time,
that he pretended that it wasn’t true.They’d had a number of years of normal
sex (and could Lindy give blowjob after blowjob and take it in the ass, eh?)
before Lindy discovered Basil’s masochistic desires.
“I have fantasies about serving you as a submissive” Basil
had told Lindy, and Lindy had jumped on it! Oh, it had just been a little
spanking with Lindy’s hand in the spring of 1996, but then in August of that
year she’d first used her bedroom slipper, making Basil squeal as he lay across
her legs while she wore her Merry Widow.
That first night, she’d sent Basil to the corner, and was
telling someone on the phone that “It hurts him more, and my hand doesn’t hurt,
because I’m not hurting my palm on his fat ass.” Basil had thought Lucinda was
talking to a girlfriend, but that was the first night she’d taken off to meet a
male friend, telling Basil not to take his nose out of the corner.
And after that, Lindy had begun making lots of male friends,
though she never said outwardly that she was fucking them. Instead of the old
lies when he’d see a cigar in the ashtray by their bed, she’d just say “Yeah
someone was lying on your bed smoking a cigar with me, what’s the big deal?”
A big hairbrush, and then a Ping-Pong paddle replaced the
slipper that fall, and finally Basil had been graduated to being beaten with
canes and razor strops by New Year’s Day of 1997.
“Gee, honey” Lindy had asked her sobbing husband once, after
having flogged his bare bottom while he lay over a stool in the basement. “You
seem to crave this punishment, then you’re such a crybaby afterwards. Kinda
wimpy, you know?” she added brightly.
At the time, Basil was weeping in his hands as his unclad
legs swung about the stool, penis crushed between his pot belly and the hard
iron stool. But of course Basil had no answer to his verbal questions…just
tears.
What could Basil answer? Yes, his Mummy, and his governess
had thrashed Basil’s bare buttocks from early childhood til he’d gone off to
school, and then Mum and his sisters had kept up the slack during vacations.
Beryl, Basil’s twin
sister had often set little traps for him, such as finding out where he was
swimming, and stealing his clothes and thrashing his naked body for having
sneaked off from the house in the first place.
Beryl had greatly enjoyed whipping Basil’s tender ass with
thorny branches, and watching his flesh torn up as she landed the branch again
and again on her twin brother, who she quite often tied up for this
ministration in the garden shed.
Another interesting trick that Beryl played on Basil was
looping a piece of string just under his glans, and then pulling the glans up
to the base of the cock, and tying the string round there, so the glans was
pulled tightly against the other end of the penis, making poor Basil look as if
his cock was bowed.
Then Beryl would run feathers under Basil’s scrotum while
they were bound like this, and Basil would cry in frustration as his cock would
get harder and harder, but be unable to get a full erection. And then sometimes
Beryl would use Mummie’s cane and whack the oddly bowed cock just swinging the
cane under Basil’s legs, and how he wept!
Basil had sworn that
once he got away from his evil family, things would change, but he’d dated a
number of dominant women and then landed with Lindy, who had really become the
cream of the crop in that first year.
The strops and canes had been entertaining for Lindy for a
while, but then scourges, cat o 9 tails, dog whips and tawses had joined the
canes and straps in Lindy’s closet in the next year or so. Could it get more
drastic than this?
And then Lindy discovered Basil’s chastity fantasies, and
what a bonanza that was for her! In July of ’97, right before their wedding, it
had been “I won’t fuck you until you lick me between the legs for three hours”
followed by even more disturbing
announcements in the fall.
“I may never fuck you again, Basil, but if you don’t vacuum
the house, scrub the kitchen and bathrooms, cut the lawn and trim the hedges,
you can’t masturbate tonight, and you STILL have to perform between my legs
with Supertongue, baby boy!”
Lindy loved it, because she began teasing poor Basil more
and more—rubbing his dick while they watched TV, running her pink toes across
his bald crotch as he scrubbed the floor. And then when he slowed down,
whacking him through his ass-crack, where it stung his balls, with a damp hazel
switch.
Lucinda held all the cards in the chastity training, and
although it excited Basil to no end, he often worried at the time that she
might bankrupt him. What he learned later, was Lucinda was going to take over
his bank account and put him on an allowance.
And Lindy knew just how to tease him so he was completely in
her power. Lucinda was always slinking around in seamless tube bras, short
animal print dresses,polka dot G-strings, patent leather red heels, Lurex mini
shorts, pinstripe thong panties, and whatever else might drive poor Basil mad.
By March of 1998, Basil was only allowed to cum once a week,
in the winter of 2000 once a month. Now he had not cum in nine months, since
November 2005, and of course he did whatever Lindy wanted.
Poor Basil was horny all the time. All that backed up spooge
drove him mad. Basil felt as if his cock was a leaden weight between his legs.
Basil was employed at Western State Commonwealth Women’s College as an
assistant professor of history, and teaching lots of beautiful young women was
unbelievably stimulating and provoking to the normal man.
Hugh, who was only a teaching assistant and Master’s degree
candidate at the school, often complained that he was constantly distracted by
the beautiful girls, but Hugh came regularly, had girlfriends, and the whole
lot. For Basil, it was much more tempting to touch his forbidden cock…and he
couldn’t!
Well, that wasn’t technically true. Basil actually spent a great
deal of time rubbing his cock in various public and private restrooms, as well
as in his car, in his office, in the basement of his house, and wherever else
he could steal the time. But he wasn’t allowed to cum, and so even more women
were making him a little crazy…
Basil went crazy from the slightest stimulation, it was as
if he were a thirteen year old again. If a shapely sophomore brushed by him in
her miniskirt, or his fifty year old office manager patted his arm, there was
an instant, and quite embarrassing erection.
And of course his beautiful wife Lucinda was evil with her
casual caresses and blatant teasing.
Now Lindy was half naked, rubbing her bra-clad boobs up
against Basil in her plot to make his dick hard enough for “aversion therapy”
of an electrical nature. Lindy’s hips were grinding Basil’s cock, and of course
he was responding quite naturally.
Basil’s penis was rubbing against Lindy’s scratchy lace
panties, and his hands were groping her boobs through the little bra. Basil and
Lindy were necking madly, and his cock was getting quite close to cumming. Oh,
God. This is worth it after nine months, it looks as if she may let me orgasm
finally…
But suddenly, Lucinda pulled away from Basil and she
motioned to Hugh, who shoved the spliced cord wires that protruded through
yellow rubber gloves. The sparky wires brushed Basil’s burgeoning erection.
BZZZP!
Basil suddenly felt a horrible burning shock to his penis
and balls and he bellowed lustily. Basil ran from the bedroom and jumped into
the shower, where he turned a cold blast onto his scorched genitals.
Finally, Basil came out of the shower, weeping bitterly and
re-entered the bedroom. “Ah, a successful phase one.” Lindy said softly to
Hugh. Hugh was no longer holding the evil cord, he’d taken it from the wall.
But if Basil had looked carefully he would have noted that Hugh had not removed
the rubber gloves.
Lindy trotted over to Basil, her full breasts bouncing in
the little black bra. “Basil honey, are you all right?” Lindy’s honeyed
apologetic tone disarmed Basil and she dropped to her knees, and began rubbing
Basil’s burnt cock carefully. “You scared me, darling. I was so worried that
you were seriously hurt.”
“You poor sweet, cute man.”
Lindy murmured as she petted and actually kissed Basil’s shocked penis.
“Oh Hugh, how could we be so thoughtless as to nearly destroy Basil’s valuable
organ?” Lindy took Basil’s penis and blew on it. “You sweet dickie bird!” She
took it in her mouth and sucked it for a moment, and then stood up slowly,
rubbing her bra cups seductively against Basil’s sunken chest.
“True, I have a real problem with unauthorized erections,
but maybe I went too far in punishment this time and you, too, Huey.” Lindy
turned severely to Hugh, shaking her finger at Hugh, who covered his mouth with
a rubber gloved hand. “You poor thing you” Lindy said as she dropped her panties and began
rubbing her bush against Basil’s now quickly recovering penis.
Suddenly, Basil found himself inside Lindy’s hot wet slit.
It had been a week since Lindy had allowed Basil to fuck her, and it was one of
his great pleasures. True, he hadn’t been allowed to cum inside his wife’s
vagina in a number of years, but Basil dearly enjoyed fucking Lindy even though
he’d always had to hold back the orgasms.
But eight days ago, Basil and Lindy had had a fight over her
lack of fidelity and she’d cut off all bedroom privileges, until Basil had
apologized to her at that horrible party. He’d told her she could date whoever
she liked, and she’d immediately brought Hugh home.
But now as an apology for the Hugh thing and for bringing
electroshock therapy into the relationship, apparently Lindy was letting Basil
fuck her, thank goodness. God it felt good running his dick in and out of
Lindy. Oh man was it wonderful.
Hugh smiled as he surreptitiously plugged the cord back in
the wall. Actually, Hugh had barely touched Basil earlier with the sparkling
wire, but there had been a little shocking zing that had scared the shit out of
Basil, giving him the illusion that he’d been burnt.
And now Hugh was going about it from behind. As he
approached Basil slowly from the backside, Lindy looked over Basil’s shaking
shoulders as the two fucked standing up. She was slamming herself into Basil’s
dick again and again, and Hugh had no doubt that Lindy was enjoying her husband
fucking her.
In a weird sense, Hugh envied Basil for being able to be so
hard and full. Hugh, who orgasmed whenever
he liked, really couldn’t get it up as enthusiastically for ANY woman as
much as Basil could, and Lindy had told Hugh that there were times that the
celibate Basil would fuck her nine to twelve times an evening, until she was
exhausted before pulling his celibate cock out, giving himself a cold shower
and going to bed in another room so as not to arouse himself next to her soft
little body.
Hugh also noticed how blue-veined Basil’s cock was and how
it looked almost like the penis of a porn star—it seemed as if the extended
chastity and all the built up semen made Basil’s penis larger and larger,
though that was, of course ridiculous.
But Hugh wondered what it must be like to have such Tantric
self-control with a woman, and how devoted Basil could be to this pursuit of
only satisfying his beautiful woman. She was
a bitch, Lindy was—even before tonight,
Hugh had seen Lindy backhand Basil on campus, marking the poor man’s
face with all her diamond and ruby rings. It seemed so unfair.
Suddenly as Lindy fucked Basil just a bit harder, she
mouthed “Now” and Hugh assumed Basil was about to cum, and he had to zap Basil
just before. Hugh came up behind Basil and very gently parted Basil’s crack
with one gloved paw, and stuck the simmering cord between Basil’s asscheeks.
ZZZAAAP!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, Basil screamed and let go of Lindy, who danced
away quickly, laughing her ass off. Basil gave Hugh once anguished look and
hightailed it to the bathroom holding his buttocks and bellowing. As Hugh
pulled the plug once more, he could hear Basil’s howls of misery and
mystification. How could this happen to the poor man? It was in fact a fair
question.
Lindy and Hugh could
hear Basil bawling and the shower running and then Basil was toweling himself
off once more. Lindy laughed and said to Hugh “You got Basil right before he
orgasmed. So he’s still horny, but he doesn’t know it yet.”
As Basil staggered back into the bedroom, Lindy said coldly,
“Now, can you service my boyfriend’s balls without fear of having a squirtie? I
keep hoping aversion therapy will work, Basil.”
And Basil was spazzed out!
THE END
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