I feel incredible pinching on my nipples as the dildo begins its journey. Miss Elizabeth lifts her skirt to display her fine sex to me. I feel Little Sam waggle, Then Jamie approaches and slides the little stool into position and stands before me. His little penis and golden balls are inches from my face.
“Jamie was very hurt by your assault Sam. Perhaps you can show some affection.”
Ms. Hobson both thrusts and tightens the metal vises. I open my mouth to cry out in pain and Jamie pushes with his hips. His tiny penis tip enters my mouth. Ms. Hobson pushes further and squeezes. I know to lick and to suck. I have no choice.
“Such a nice way to return Jamie’s kindness. I think you’ll find that Ms. Hobson’s phallus will adequately drain your prostate tonight. But we still will not deny you your caning.”
Miss Elizabeth’s words echo in my overloaded cortex. I hear Jamie giggle in the pleasurable grasp of my tongue and lips and Ms. Hobson grunt with a vigorous thrust. Her powerful grip suggests there is no escape. Her energetic motion suggests that her end of the dildo is nicely kneading her vaginal walls.
It is ironic that Jamie’s tiny withered penis provides more sensation than mine. Yet, I suck and swirl, imagining that it is Little Sam being so fervently serviced.
“You seem to have such affection for little Jamie, Sam. Could it be that the isolation, the inability to escape, the threat to the satisfaction of your libido, and the little kindnesses Jamie offers has spurred your unwarranted devotion?
“And such empathy... opening your backside to Ms. Hobson... the woman who fired you and now basks in the glory of your efforts at McDonald Bear. Very nice of you to provide her with the pleasure I’ve denied to you.”
Jamie’s tiny organ stiffens and steps from the stool and withdraws. In not being able to climax he seems to want to be with Miss Elizabeth, who can. He kneels between her thighs and his head tenderly lowers to begin to show his own oral devotion. Meanwhile, I bow my head and see a desensitized Little Sam freely giving up the abundant sperm produced by glands inundated by testosterone. Ms. Hobson’s thrusts away and her number ten dildo has found the mark, forcing from my prostate that which cannot be ejaculated. There is so little feeling, yet I strangely anticipate Ms. Hobson’s caning with relish.
“Perhaps you would consider offering Jamie a token of your affection, Sam... better termed two tokens. Dr. Wilson can be very quick... and your need to be caned will cease. At this point it really would not be much of a sacrifice. And it would so nicely modify your behavior. Studies have shown that an unusual psychological bond can form between castrate and castrator.
“Jamie graciously gave his to me, and look what devotion he shows...”
Yes, the Stockholm Syndrome.
THE END