1. Wendell and How He Got That Way, part 2, by ButtFl


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: wickedguy333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Wendell was in the middle of a major disconnect with the outside world. In his mind, he made himself invisible, so that no one was there besides him and the dancers. He didn’t hear the crowd screaming for the girls to hurt him. There was no crowd. The only sound he heard was the bl**d rushing in his head. The only things he saw were the g-strings and legs of whoever was dancing in front of him. The laughing, abusive men were just background players in a movie: a movie starring Wendell as the man taped to the stripper pole with the everlasting erection. His erection was his best friend lately. It certainly wasn’t reason. Reason, and it’s running buddy, logic, had abandoned him. If it was up to them Wendell would’ve never come to this strip club in the first place. Why come to a place were teasing and heartache are what’s for sale? And why did you put up with all of Diana’s extra bullshit on top of it? Crawling to her, begging her for a dance, sucking her sweaty toes while she talked shit about you with her girlfriends? None of it made sense – unless the erection was there. When the erection was there, everyone else was overruled. His erection demanded that he suck her toes. Sucking her toes brings me to life, argues the erection. So does the feel of her panties against your face, the scent of her body, and even the very thought of her. I, the erection, don’t give a flying fuck what happens to the rest of you as long as I get mine. Your ego, your pride, your money… fuck all ...
    of it, and give into me. Whenever he had a doubt as to the sanity of humiliating himself for the pleasure of a bitchy teen goddess, his erection threw fits. His erection slammed doors. His erection screamed and yelled and stomped it’s feet until Wendell gave in. And now, Wendell was completely at it’s mercy. His erection was now the only thing that could save him from a complete mental breakdown. Every so often, the erection would go away and the world would come back to take away little pieces of him. He heard insults and whistles. He became acutely aware of his nudity, save for the makeshift pouch that Diana had made out of his ripped up boxers and tied around his small cock and balls. His legs and shoulders ached because of the way he was bound, kneeling on the hard floor. He despaired over the camera that recorded every minute of his degradation. When he softened, the girl dancing would be booed because of his lack of showmanship, and more often than not, he was kicked in the balls for it. Several times he was kicked so viciously that he gagged into the balled up panties in his mouth and nearly fainted. Knees to his chest and open-handed slaps to his face would usually follow, skewing the aromatic thong that had been placed over his nose. Then, out of the foggy shadows of his pain, a new girl would appear, rubbing her bare ass cheeks back and forth against his face, or pressing his nose and mouth against the soft layer of cotton that hid her precious pussy. His erection ...
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