“What a freak,” Travis taunted.
It was actually the first time another guy had touched my dick. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t going soft. I didn’t like guys; I’d never thought about them that way – not even once. My cock should have been going soft just from having another dude touch it that way… but it wasn’t.
Vibrations continued to radiate through my rod. I felt them more intensely each time one of the soldiers positioned at my sides dug their fingers into my flesh. It was like there was a complex series of nerves sending every signal in my body straight to my dick.
“Do you think he’ll last longer than five seconds this time?” Liam asked.
It wasn’t five seconds, asshole.
I never would have guessed in a million years what he ended up doing next. He started to move his right hand slowly towards my bouncing boner. What? No. You can’t.
He extended his middle finger so that it was at the very root of the top side of my shaft. My eyes widened in shock. I took a deep breath, like I was about to be pulled under the water by a rip current.
Liam lowered his finger so its tip was just barely making contact with my skin. It sent a shockwave through my body. I flinched so hard I would have jumped into the air if it hadn’t been for Travis and Colt holding me in place.
Oh, God. It feels so good.
He started slowly dragging his finger tip down the length of my shaft. He did it with such finesse it almost felt like he wasn’t even touching me. I wondered if it was one of those tricks where his finger was actually not making contact but my brain was convincing itself it was as I watched it play out.
I tried to fortify myself. I started focusing on pacing my breath. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I jizzed while he was teasing me like that. I also knew that my three “friends” would be the main reason I wouldn’t be able to.
“I’m not even really touching him,” Liam said, as if trying to explain himself to Travis and Colt. “It’s like when you hover your finger tip above someone’s skin after you walk across the carpet to see if there will be that static electric shock.”
He had to be touching me, though. He had to be. By the time he made it to the place where the shaft connects with the head, my balls were starting to dance. He didn’t even stop; he just started moving in the opposite direction.
“Fuck,” I cooed.
“You liking that, Augie?” Travis chortled. “Never pegged you for a fag.”
“The dick doesn’t lie,” Liam said. “I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to stay hard if a dude was practically touching my junk.”
I hated him so much in that moment… but I felt so great. He was touching me in a way I’d never been touched before. I wanted to yell at him; I wanted to hit him. I didn’t want him to stop, though. I’m so fucked up.
After ten seconds, he had made the journey back to my dick root again. Keep going. Keep going. I started to struggle for breath as I prepared for the next onslaught of teasing. Liam started to pull his finger away. I was so confused; I didn’t know what I was feeling. My body was flooded with endorphins; I wasn’t thinking clearly.
“No,” I whispered, before quickly praying that nobody had heard it.
“What?” Liam asked as his shit-eating grin doubled in size.
I didn’t respond. I knew I had to conduct that symphony in my body. My cock was throbbing hard; my balls were jumping up and down. The heat radiating from my groin kept getting warmer and warmer.
Liam reached behind himself; his hand returned with the large plastic bowl that was partially filled with my spunk. It was like being punched in the chest. It was a concrete reminder of what I had already endured, as well as the fact that my fucked-up body had gotten me into the mess I was in.
“Gotta have a bowl ready when a cow is being milked,” Liam said.
Travis and Colt burst out laughing. My body shook in unison with theirs. Even that pushed me closer to the edge. A small pearl of pre-cum spilled from my slit.
“Looks like you’re just in time,” Colt said.
Liam used his right hand to position the bowl so it was slightly tilted in front of my rod. Then he moved his left hand back towards my body, but stopped when his fingers were just above my fat, mushroom-shaped cock head.
“Don’t want to miss a drop,” he insisted.
Liam firmly tapped my cock with his middle finger. It pushed downward, but rebounded quickly. Oh, God. No. Fuck, yes. Please. Yes. Yes. Yes. I was having a hard time catching my breath; my abs would contract each time I inhaled too deeply.
The droplet didn’t detach, so Liam started rhythmically flicking at my meat, using its stubbornness as pretense. I was loving it. I’d never been teased like that before. I felt so powerless; he had total control.
It only took five flicks before I knew I’d crossed the point of no return. My balls yanked up tight against my body. I could feel them going into gear as they prepared to do what balls do. My knees were shaking; I was certain Travis and Colt were bearing some of my weight. I could hear myself gasping for breath.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Fuck. Oh, uh, uh…”
Liam immediately stopped the tapping. For the first time ever, my body felt like it didn’t know what to do after it had already started the process. I could feel the jizz desperately waiting to erupt everywhere. The music inside of me was just about to hit the crescendo, but couldn’t quite get there. I needed it to get there. It felt like torture being so close.
“Jesus!” I yelled. “oH, oOH, OoOoohHhhHH!”
I started thrusting my hips, frantically fucking the air in front of me. My mouth opened; constant moans were spilling from it. I kept increasing the pace at which I was humping; I was practically jackhammering empty space Travis and Colt had to tighten their grip to keep me secured; I was in a frenzy.
“What in the world?” Colt asked.
“I think you fucked him up,” Travis said to Liam.
Travis and Colt may have been behind the curve, but I knew that Liam knew what was going on. He was too smart not to. He began lowering his fingers closer to my overcharged power tool. I tried to arc my hips so that my cock would graze them; he kept them just out of reach. Please. Please. Fuck. Please, Liam, please.
“You want me to tap it again?” he asked.
I could barely process the words. They were being overwhelmed by the cacophony in my head. Once I managed to hush the clamor for just a moment, I spat out my answer.
“Yes,” I practically begged.
“If I do it, will you be a good boy for the rest of the night?”
“Yes!”
“Will you do whatever I ask you to do?”
“YES!”
Liam’s green eyes flickered; I knew he was proud of himself – as proud as I was defeated, and as proud as I was desperate.
“Stop thrusting,” Liam commanded.
It took every ounce of control I had to make myself follow that order. The energy that had been trying to escape via my rapid humping flooded through my body. My legs started to buckle; Travis and Colt kept me from crashing to the floor while I steadied myself again.
Liam moved his fingers towards my dick at a glacial pace, and I could feel every single eye upon them. I almost gave in to the urge to thrust upwards when I knew it would make my tip collide with his hand, but I resisted. He did what he had promised; he gave me a forceful tap.