I sensed Liam reach under me. He pulled out the vibrating device. I quickly sat back down. I didn’t exactly feel safe leaving my backside open as a target.
“This can be over quickly if you just sit still,” he said. “It’s just one more load. I want those hundred dollars.”
Something about the way he worded it hit me hard. I imagined Liam cutting my legs free from the chair. I pictured the guys forcing me over to the sofa and tossing me over one of the arms so my ass was in the air – one of them stepping on my neck so I couldn’t resist, while another wrenched open my ass cheeks. I started to imagine the sensation of Liam pressing the bottom of the toothbrush base against my hole, but even the imagined pain was too much for me to keep playing it all out.
They’d never do that though, right? I mean they’d probably never do that. I pulled back from that specific nightmare scenario, but other ones took its place: one of them pressing me down into the chair while Liam held the device against my junk, or Liam covering me in more tape so that it would be impossible for me to move at all.
“Then… then we’ll be done?” I mumbled.
“Then we’ll be done,” Liam parroted back — though with far more confidence.
I nodded. I gave in. I just wanted it to be over so I could start trying to forget the evening had ever happened. I felt a sinking feeling inside of me.
“Ready for a show, boys?” Liam whooped. “Let’s do this!”
It was eerie how quickly he had shifted from being earnest with me to hyping up his audience. I was already starting to regret my decision.
“You got this, bruh,” Travis said, while smirking
“I don’t think you got anything left in there,” Colt said to me, “but, if you do, try to hold it in.”
My dick was almost pointing straight up, but tilted back towards my body just a bit. That’s what it had almost always done when I was sitting down with a boner if I didn’t aim it in a different direction.
Liam yanked at my nuts. It startled me. He pulled them up long enough to slide the toothbrush base under them; then he let go of my sack so that one nut draped over each side of the device.
BUZZZZZZ!
The vibrations shot through my body; it felt like a machine gun riddling me with jolts of pleasure. My eyes immediately went wide and my mouth went agape. I had to force myself to stay seated. The intensity was just too much. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Liam stood up and walked back next to Colt. They all started laughing as they watched me squirm; I can only imagine what I must have looked like in that moment.
“I think he likes it,” Colt said.
“He’s going be ordering a vibrator when he gets home,” Travis teased.
My nuts bounced up and down on the base. The vibrations worked their way towards my hole; it was spasming from the intense new sensation. My abs contracted deeply as I struggled to catch my breath.
“AhhhHHH! FUuUUUU… FuuUUccKKKK! OoooOOOhhhh… OoooOOOhhhhhHH!”
The loud moans just spilled from my mouth; I couldn’t help it. They were long and drawn out. It was like the toothbrush’s neverending vibrations were being mirrored by my cries. I needed some type of immediate release.
“Oh, shit!” Travis laughed. “Sounds like my bitch when she cums.”
My body wanted to started thrusting, but I couldn’t lift my ass from the chair. I started grinding so that my nuts pushed more squarely against the device before giving them a break. Just like my voice, my cock was taking its cues from the torture device below it. Everything was playing out like it always did, just on fast forward.
“OhHHHhhhh! IIIII… IIIIIII…! GooOOOOoooo-ffffUUUuuuuu-AaaaAAhhhhHHHHHhh!”
“Are you going to make him cum in the bowl again?” Travis asked.
“No way,” Liam said. “I’m not grabbing his dick and aiming it into it while he cums.”
“No way he cums again,” Colt insisted, although he sounded much less certain than he had.
“GeeEeeeEeeEeEeeeeEEE-HhhHHhhHHhhHHhhH-ooooOOooOhHhhHhhHhhHHhh!”
It had only been a minute or so, but I was already on the edge. My body was shaking; I was barely regulating my breathing. I was starting to feel lightheaded from hyperventilating. My balls pulled up closely against my body.
“IIII…oOOOOOOooooHHHHHH! Cuuu… cCccUUU… CcccccUUUUUmmmmmmmiiing!!!”
“Fuck,” Colt said.
“I told ya,” Liam replied.
“I gotta get this on camera,” Travis said as he grabbed his phone from his lap.
I gazed out at my audience. They were the last thing I cared about, but they were right in front of me. Travis had his phone aimed at me like he was making a short film. Colt was shaking his head in disbelief. Liam was sporting the smile of a winner.
The first load spewed from my slit. I started blasting against the bottom of my chin; it wasn’t until it started losing force that it painted the rest of my torso from chest to abs. I felt its warmth everywhere it struck, and then lower as it dripped down.
I leaned forward to get a better look at the damage. Right as I was taking stock of the white liquid all over my body, the next blast erupted. It launched itself right into my open mouth. I immediately started gagging as it made contact with my tonsils.
“Holy shit!” Travis exclaimed. “He’s shooting into his own mouth!”
Travis and Colt burst into a laughter that was more intense than anything I’d heard all night. I could almost feel the sound as it collided with my chest. Liam just kept silently watching.
I turned my head away as quickly as I could. The rest of the jet splattered against my right cheek before taking the same course as the first.
I coughed and choked. Saliva and cum dripped from my mouth as I tried to purge it. The salty flavor overpowered my tastebuds.
I shot rope after rope after rope. The moans kept escaping me. I couldn’t hold them in. I kept my face turned away from my firehose, and so each splatter made a stripe from my right cheek down to my abs. I was blasting too much, though. It was cascading across my body and coating my entire torso. I knew it had to look like I had slathered it on like a heavy coat of sunscreen.
I kept riding the high. I bounced myself up and down on the vibrating device. It made each spurt feel like it was even more intense than it would have been otherwise. I felt like my insides were on fire.
It took a while for me to stop. I kept jamming my nuts against the toothbrush in hopes of getting a bonus spurt. It just felt so amazing. I fucking loved it. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life, and I didn’t want it to end.
“Look at him,” Colt said. “He’s a fucking mess.”
I could feel the jizz everywhere. It was dripping from my chin onto my chest. It was trailing from the sides of my torso in small tributaries around to my back. It was pooled in the defined grooves of my six-pack. I could still taste it in my mouth. I could even feel some falling from the edge of the side of my feet onto the floor.
“That was insane,” Travis said. “Glad I got it on camera, because nobody would believe it otherwise.”
I was only half-listening to them. My body was spent; my cock had already deflated back to its flaccid five inches. I’d never been one to be extra sensitive after cumming – probably because I was simply too sensitive all the time — but the vibrations entering through my nuts had me feeling a little more keyed up than I usually was after shooting.