The Cecile F. Nelsson Mansion, Part 6

I had been surprised by the double pleasure of Theresa rubbing firmly over my slippery peehole while Olivia's finger explored my sensitive asshole, and the spray of cum that got on my body, Theresa, and Olivia was an even bigger surprise. I thought I could control myself better than that. After all, I was just getting my balls and asshole shaved while a group of girls watched .............. oh, yeah ...... I was the entertainment for a group of young ladies watching outside the window. Maybe the added thrill of exhibitionism was getting me extra-excited.

Olivia's voice brought me out of my post-orgasm euphoria with, "hmm, the girls were right. They said he's got a lot of cum. You'd better bring me a clean towel ........... this is an expensive suit." Suddenly I felt a firm smack on my helpless butt. I jumped from the stinging blow, and had to protest her latest violence. Was she always spanking guys?

"Hey, I couldn't help it! You just made me cum, and she pointed it in your direction. I didn't know it would squirt so fa ...........Aahhh! Don't spank me any more!" I yelped as Olivia landed another forceful blow on my tender buttocks.

"You got cum on me! Don't talk back!" Olivia barked as I felt a sharp blow to my recently-shaved balls.

"Ooouuuuwwwwwhhhh! I ............... uh ................ please ................" I started to plead as my body jumped in the chair. With my legs spread and my balls totally at her mercy, I decided to stay silent and take my 'punishment', deserved or not. 

Theresa handed Olivia a fresh towel, and she dabbed at the cum spots on her expensive suit. I was glad to feel no more spanking when I heard, "did you see how he jumped? Do it again!" one girl called out from my 'audience', faintly audible through the glass. Olivia turned to acknowledge the approval of her ball-slapping, then raised her hand to wave at our 'audience'. She smiled, and the next second, that hand was swinging through the air and making my balls dance. 

I jumped and gasped as the sharp smack sent pain up my abdomen, but I held back a vocal response, hoping that Olivia was done torturing my balls. I heard more cheering and laughing as the girls watched my balls bounce, and one girl poked her head in the door and asked, "can I try?"

Olivia waved her in and said, "they're all yours." Oh noooo! All of a sudden my balls were the center of attention, and this eager girl wanted to slap them around like Olivia was doing? Apparently I was supposed to submit my balls to any female that wanted to torture them. 

She stepped between my legs with a wicked smile, and gave my helpless balls a hard slap. I winced and tried to hold still as she began bouncing them back and forth, smacking them hard enough to make them bounce, sending little jolts of pain up my body. She wasn't hitting them as hard as Olivia's harsh blows, but the bouncing gave me a numbing sensation that seemed to vibrate up my body.

I noticed the other ladies had entered the barber shop and were closely watching their friend's ball-torturing technique. They pointed and giggled as my balls flopped back and forth, pleased to see me writhe in pain for their entertainment. Another girl joined in, standing close and spanking from the opposite direction. Now I had two girls spanking my balls, making them flop and bounce as my body kept flinching. I was afraid to object, thinking that Olivia might encourage them to upgrade their playful blows to more violent smacks, as she had given them.

One of the girls asked Theresa, "are you going to clean up that cum?" Some of the girls giggled as they viewed the mess of semen on my chest and stomach, and Theresa handed her a towel and said, "use this. I'll get some wet wipes."

The girl took the towel and leaned down to lick a small puddle of cum that was drying on my stomach. She moved up to my chest, finding drops and streaks of semen as she licked. She nuzzled under my chin to find a tiny taste, and I thought she was going to raise her lips to my mouth. Even with my balls being lightly tortured, I sensed a new arousal at the possibility of kissing a strange girl. Actually ..........kissing a girl I had never met while a group of her friends watched my balls getting bounced around.

I was surprised when she moved down my body and took my spent penis into her mouth! The warm sensation felt wonderful, and it took my mind off my aching balls, but I was sure I wouldn't get hard. Hadn't I just cum five minutes ago while all these girls watched?

"You're not getting more ............... these are all empty," one of my ball-torturers said, and the others laughed as they watched their friend suck my soft cock. I felt something warm and wet on my chest, and realized that Theresa had returned with a 'clean-up' towel. She wiped slowly up and down, making sure to clean off any remaining cum, and handed the 'torture girls' another wet towel, saying, "it's time to wipe him off ............. you've done enough to those things. Be sure and get his anus."

Oh, what a relief! No more ball-smacking! The torture session was over! I felt a warm, wet towel grazing across my leg close to my aching testicles, and soon my tender nuts were being wiped carefully, the pain fading away slowly. 

My cocksucker was still eagerly rolling my penis in her mouth, apparently getting pleasure from having a dick in her mouth. It felt good, and with no more jolts to my balls, I began to feel some excitement.

"Don't forget his little hole," Olivia coached, and I felt a warm towel wiping across my anus. The girls wiped and poked at my little pucker, and finally pulled their friend off my now-swollen penis, letting everyone see the result of her attention.

"It's hard again! Does that mean we can make it squirt?" one girl asked in wonder.

"We'd better not ............ he has to save it up for an important interview later," Olivia replied, and she gently pulled the girls away from my naked body. I felt relieved that I wouldn't be forced to cum so soon after my ball-shaving experience, but it was kind of fun to be viewed and played with by so many young women. Even if they were hurting my balls, I liked being a plaything for eager young women. I relaxed in the chair as the girls inspected my clean body, making sure no cum remained in a hidden crack. They chattered and commented as they lifted my penis and felt my balls, with one girl saying, "they're so smooth .......... look how they bulge," as she gave a forceful squeeze to my scrotum. Another girl ran her hand over my hairless balls, and the others reached in as Olivia interrupted. "Maybe we should feature them more ........ they seem quite popular. Alright, girls, it's time we visited Victor's Secret."

The girls gave pouty faces and groaned as Olivia coaxed the girls to leave, and then she helped me climb out of the chair. The pain had gone away from my ball torture, but I stood slowly and let my hard penis wave in front of me. Olivia took my arm and guided me out of the barber shop.

"Sooo ............ Victor's Secret  ........ that's where I saw dildos and other sex to........." I offered, not sure what she was up to. 

"We're just going to try a few things. Your balls look so nice, I thought maybe we could make them more prominent," Olivia said as we walked in the atrium. A few women stared at my hard cock bouncing as I walked, but no one approached us. We were soon at the sex store, and Olivia called out a name as we walked to the front desk.

"Keri?" she announced, and I heard a voice from farther back in the shop. "We're back here ....... almost done," Keri's voice floated to the front of the store. Olivia motioned for me to follow, and we walked farther in to discover what was making the low moans we were hearing. Turning a small corner, we saw a woman rubbing a large vibrator on a young man's very erect penis. I wondered if he was even eighteen, as slender as his body was, but I knew that the C.F.N.M. house had strict age requirements. They obviously didn't have penis-length requirements, since his erect shaft was no more than five inches long. He was nodding his head and groaning as she moved the vibrator on the bottom side of his engorged shaft. 

"Now I'll put it right here," she said quietly, and I saw her move the large vibrator to the very front of his penis, just at his frenulum. The young man groaned louder as the vibrator made his penis jump, and he moaned, "ooh ........ that's doing it! That's going to ....."

He took in a sharp breath and a big stream of cum leaped out of his swollen cock, flying into the air. He pursed his lips and almost frowned as five more squirts splashed onto the floor, his penis giving little jumps as each pulse sent sperm into the air. Keri kept the vibrator at the tip of his pulsing penis, giving him a 'hands-free' orgasm. It was pretty amazing to see his penis jump and squirt by itself, but Keri knew what she was doing with the vibrator.

As a small string of cum drooled out of his peehole, she asked quietly, "should I turn it off? That's all you've got, isn't it?"

"Ohh ......... oh, my god! You made me cum so good! I should have tried a vibrator before! This is definitely the one I want," he exclaimed as he calmed down from his intense orgasm. His eyes had been clenched shut, but now he opened them, and seemed startled to find two strangers standing before him, obviously witnessing his 'hands-free' cumshot. 

"What are you ............. I thought ................." he stuttered as he looked down, seeming ashamed to have cum in front of us.

"It's alright. Dennis was trying out some of our vibrators, and this one seemed to do the trick," Keri said happily, as if all her customers were supposed to walk into her store and squirt a big load of cum on the floor.

Dennis looked at us weakly and smiled, saying, "uh ...... I really need to sit down. Keri, could you .............. um .......... just wrap it up, please?" He walked slowly as his deflating penis wiggled with each step, careful to step around the streaks of cum he had left on the floor. As he walked by us, Olivia touched his shoulder to make him stop.

"Very nice, Dennis ...... I see you're trying new things. Tom, I'd like you to meet Dennis. He's our youngest tenant," Olivia said cheerfully.

He put his hand out for me to shake, saying, "Hi, Tom." I was almost ready to grab his messy cock when I remembered that the 'special handshake' was only for the ladies of the building. I shook his hand quickly and said, "hey, Dennis. Um ........ nice cum."

"Oh, sorry about that ........... I just can't help it. Lot's of the ladies make fun of me, 'cause it's so easy to make me cum, and I thought maybe this shop would have some helpful ........." he blushed and hung his head.

"Now, Dennis, that was a wonderful ejaculation, and I've heard some of the girls say how fun it is to make a young man like you squirt so quickly. They also say you come back right away ............ so you shouldn't worry. You're pleasing lots of girls here," Olivia assured him. He lifted his head and nodded towards my still-swollen erection, asking, "so ........... is he on a special visit, or something? That's one of the biggest ones I've seen."

"We take them in all sizes. Tom may be a new tenant here. He just needs to visit Miss Wooldridge," Olivia happily informed him, and I saw his eyes widen as he looked at my ten-inch hardon. He took a few more steps to find a chair and said, "that thing will get you in. Just be careful up there." He gave a half-hearted smile as he sat down with a sigh.