Basil Frazzled

BASIL FRAZZLED

 

Basil gulped miserably as Charlene ran her long nails up and down his drooling shaft. Sure, Charlene was hot, kinda, but this was just so anguishing for him! Constantly did he have to be so humiliated?

 

Basil looked up at his wife, Lucinda, and she laughed. Lindy laughed and winked at him, and he looked back at Charlene. Charlene had just had her hair bobbed,but she really looked good, and was in a lime green top.  But Basil thought he could keep from cumming in Charlene’s hand, adorable as it was.

 

And then would come Taffy, who might drive Basil a little wild, but he could hold out and not cum in her hand either. But next to Taffy was Basil’s  beautiful young dark haired secretary, Vanessa! Nessi was so beautiful and sweet. How could Lindy have exposed her to this? She was only twenty-two!

 

Basil still remembered when the tearful Nessi had been flunking out of school, but didn’t want to go home to her parents. “I hate working in their restaurant, Professor Naples” she’d begged, her chest jiggling in the cashmere sweater as she sobbed. “I don’t want to see my old boyfriend from back home, either. Couldn’t I work for you, until I can get back in school next semester?”

 

And Nessi had proven to be a good typist, and filer. And she was sooo hot.

 

Basil tried not to look at Nessi. Basil was kneeling in the floor in the middle of a circle of women, all of whom were competing to try and make him cum, as he’d been chaste for nearly six months.

The girls were sitting on nice cushions on the floor, in Lotus positions, but Basil’s knees hurt something terrible.

 

Basil again looked furtively at Nessi, who was toying with a raven curl. She’d taken off those totally hot stiletto heels so she could cross her legs in her little denim shorts. Oh God. Lindy had quite obviously gotten Nessi a little high on pot before all this had started, for now Nessi just looked vaguely curious.

 

Basil had been so distressed when Lindy had sprung this on him.—he was used to the usual players in his humiliation—Taffy, Charlene and Peg—but including Nessi had stunned him!

 

Probably Nessi was aware of how her boss coveted her, but she’d always treated him with great respect at work, and one co-worker had even observed that Nessi was a bit worshipful of the great Professor Basil Naples. But no more!

 

“Yes, your secretary, Vanessa, the beautiful Vanessa that you’re always talking about.” Lindy had said, when she’d taken Basil’s blindfold off and he was standing in the living room, stark naked, with  five clothed females.

 

Basil had been so humiliated having his beautiful typist looking askance at him.

“We thought it would be interesting for Nessi to see the great Professor Naples and how he is when he’s at home.”

 

Basil had gotten upset. “Now watch this, Nessi. Watch how I rein him in, hon.” Lindy had winked at Nessi, and taken up her scourge and whaled Basil’s bare buttocks and thighs until he was weeping, sniveling and blubbering, and hiding his face in the shag rug.

Soon after this, Basil was on his knees in the middle of the sitting women. Nessi now looked less shocked and even a little contemptuous. What must she think of her professor-boss who was sitting in a circle of dominant women who were handling his cock—trying to make him cum!

 

And that wasn’t bad enough. Basil was naked, except for  a horrible “present” that Lucinda had purchased for him. It was a Y shaped chain, two ends of which were clipped to each of Basil’s nipples, quite painfully. The third end was attached to a metal cock ring which encircled the base of Basil’s quite full balls.

 

Peg had started stroking Basil first, and Basil had discovered, as his long denied cock bounced about Peg’s red acrylic nails—that the harder it got, the fuller the scrotum got. And then that stretched the chain, pulling Basil’s nipples quite painfully!

 

Basil’s hands were cuffed behind his head, which made him look REALLY ridiculous.

 

This was so massively embarrassing. Basil couldn’t believe how calm everyone was. Charlene was humming and stroking his swollen glans and foreskin.

 

Lindy, Basil’s wife had humiliated Basil in a number of ways in the past eight years—she’d had Basil take his pants down in front of her friends a number of times for discipline and teasing, and he’d had to strip for them after a particularly nasty session in the back yard a couple of weeks previously.

 

But now to be naked with this chain thing on him, like some sort of gay bondage model, was intolerable. It was just too much for poor Basil! And Lindy had shaved his ass and groin the night before, and even his chest, during her teasing time.

 

Last night he’d even asked her.”Why are you shaving me, honey?” Usually she just tied him naked and stroked and pulled on his swelling dick while she posed and postured in a sexy body stocking.

 

And last night was no exception—she was in a two piece criss crossed spaghetti strapped see-through thingie, and it was driving him wild as she shaved and played with his cock and balls.

 

Lucinda shaved a bit, then she’d stroke a while, grabbing and squeezing Basil’s shaft when he was close to the edge, which Basil was sadly used to.

 

After the shaving was completely done, Lindy had stroked Basil’s cock for nearly an hour and a half before leaving him begging to cum, and of course she had to leave him tied up so she could go downstairs and sleep on the couch!

 

And today, he was shaved and naked for the giggling girlfriends, and Lindy had the nerve to tell Nessi that Basil shaved his body regularly, and Nessi’s adorable nose had wrinkled.

 

Now Charlene was having a ball, pulling and torturing Basil’s stiff cock with her long nails, winking at him as he flushed. “Basil you are such a silly-boy” Charlene said, “You are so embarrassed, and about what? I’m sure Nessi’s seen more than her share of dicks even in her youth, and your dick is not big enough to be noticed. Do you want to get a microscope, Nessi?”

 

At this Nessi and all the girls laughed, and Basil’s eyes welled with tears. But he couldn’t cry any more. He’d already cried way too much when Lindy had given him his whipping.

 

Charlene was having a ball, pulling and torturing Basil’s stiff cock with her long nails,  winking at him as he flushed. “Basil, you are such a silly-boy” Charlene said. She was wearing a tight black Lycra top and her breasts were quite prevalent.

 

Charlene had been rubbing all over Basil’s cock with all sorts of lubricants. The contest was, whoever got to make Basil cum would be taken out to dinner by the other girls…but if Basil came, he’d get his penis “electrified” by Lindy, who was watching the whole thing while sipping a Long Island Iced Tea.

 

“Got the cables all ready, babe” she’d told him reassuringly. “This is not the time to make a squirtie. And if you cum in your hot secretary Nessi’s hands, I will be especially angry because I can’t make you cum against your will, and that will imply that she’s hotter than I am.”

 

And Basil was worried about that. Nessi, who was next in the circle of women playing with poor Basil’s tormented dork, was incredibly pretty. She was a Jewish girl with long curling tresses, and her huge boobs were encased in a burgundy tube top.

 

 Nessi was the best secretary Basil had ever had, so he’d never chastised her about being casual at work.

 

She was never as casual as she was now, Nessi…but at work she did wear skin tight white T-shirts, stunning keyhole halter tops, where you’d gaze into her cleavage, pushed into little holes.

 

On Thursday, Nessi had come in wearing a slinky  knit V-shaped top with little rhinestones in it, that pushed her boobs out something considerably.

 

 “I have to wear a Liquid Lift Smooth Embroidered Bra with this, Professor Naples.” Nessi had told Basil frankly when he’d complimented her on her outfit. “It’s the only thing that holds the girls up well.”

 

“You say it’s embroidered?” Basil had stammered, and Nessi had actually pulled down her V-shaped top a bit so he could see “the girls” in their embroidery.

 

That was the other cute thing about Nessi. She referred to her breasts as “the girls”  One day in a crop top she’d bounced by, and noted Basil in his doorway. “Look girls, the Prof is saluting you!” Basil had wondered how she’d X-Rayed his his crotch area.

 

At a faculty tea, Nessi had shown up in a liquid metal blue “romper” and she’d whispered to Basil. “Sorry I’m so informal, but the girls really wanted to look special.”

 

It was really something. When Basil had asked her to work on Labor Day, she’d shown up in a lacy satin camisole that looked as if she’d not quite dressed before she’d left her house…”The girls are sleepy, Professor Naples, hope you understand.”

 

During exam week Nessi came in wearing a nylon lycra blue thing that made her nipples jut, and with 22 year old candor she’d confessed to Basil that her areolas were itching. “The girls are just going crazy, but my boyfriend loves this top.”

 

 She paused and sighed, jiggled a bit and said “I wish this shirt had internal cups like my Spanish lace top does.”

 

“I-I’ve never seen you wear that.” Basil had babbled. “Well, it’s not really for the workplace.” Nessi had confessed, giggling. Nessi was wonderful! She’d often jumped on Basil’s lap to edit something on his computer, and pushed her tight, curving little ass on his swelling crotch.

 

 And Nessi had kissed Basil once or twice at office parties, and once when he’d given her a Christmas bonus.

 

But Nessi was one of those beautiful girls who Basil had never had a chance with…Lindy, Basil’s wife was very cute, but Nessi was something out of a fashion magazine, and Basil had always harbored sort of a secret crush on her.

 

He always knew that there wasn’t much of a chance that she’d ever have any kind of a fling with him—and he loved Lindy too much for that, anyway. But he’d enjoyed his flirtations with Nessi, and he’d spent a LOT of time jerking off without cumming (because he wasn’t allowed to) in his little faculty office.

 

Thinking of Nessi’s butt twitching in tight tweed skirts, or when she wore her tiny little Harley-Davidson T-shirt from back home.

 

 He’d spent hours playing with his cock, slamming it up and down thinking of how hot she was….and it was especially frustrating when he had to stop just shy of cumming…because Lindy was quite cruel when Basil had an unauthorized orgasm!

 

And Lindy hadn’t authorized an orgasm in some time! But Basil knew it was good for him to wait…”all good things come to those who wait” his mother had often told him.

 

Suddenly Charlene’s hands stopped. “Lindy, my hands are tired. How are we doing this?”

 

Lindy smiled. “Well, now it’s Nessi’s turn to pull the pud…and then when she gets tired, Peg can start again…but Nessi’s pretty hot, a lot cuter than us old babes, and God knows Basil may end up having a little mess  pretty soon.

 

Basil gasped. He couldn’t. Lindy had caught Basil whacking his dick and looking at a picture of Nessi in a bikini when the university had their picnic, and she’d been enraged at how excited he’d gotten.

 

Lindy had tied Basil over a barrel in the basement and broken four switches and a cane over his butt, before tying Basil to the ceiling of the basement, holding the picture in front of him, and playing with his dick feverishly.

 

“You like that, scum-bag?” Lindy had screamed. “You want some of your secretary, you Cockney piece of shit?” Lindy had ripped up Nessi’s photo right in front of Basil, as he’d swung from the ceiling, and then she’d fetched her heavy brown leather tawse.

 

WHACK! WHACK! The tawse had ripped across Basil’s cock, causing untold pain to his glans and shaft.

 

Lindy had thrown down the tawse and  put severe tweezer nipple clamps on Basil’s nipples, and pulled them nastily, while hissing “You just want to fuck your hot little secretary…and she doesn’t know what a pathetic slave pig you are, does she?”

 

Lindy had gone upstairs and come back down with a deadly red fiberglass cane, and she’d swiped Basil’s cock four or five times with it, and he’d yelled lustily. The feeling of  fiberglass hitting his vulnerable naked penis was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

 

Finally, Lindy had tied a Hefty trash bag of  stones to Basil’s balls and allowed him to sleep the night hanging from the rafter.

 

Basil had thought that Lindy had forgotten about it all since then. He thought she’d gotten it out of her system by taking it out on him, and she would not wonder about his interests in his 22 year old secretary…but unfortunately, it looked as if she was still harboring resentment.

 

Now, all of a sudden, it was Nessi’s turn to play with Basil’s tormented cock. Nessi, moved her little cushion over and knelt carefully, her tanned legs looking somewhat vulnerable in the short cut-offs.

 

Basil tried to stay quiet as Nessi took Basil’s penis tentatively in her French nailed hands. She smiled at Basil and her lashes tilted a bit. Basil breathed more easily. He could tell she still had a lot of respect for him.

 

Maybe Nessi thought that Basil was in some kind of trap with Lucinda, and there was no way out of it. That would be good…she didn’t have to know that Basil had been a lifelong submissive, and had been collecting S&M pornography since his teens, and that he’d visited his first London dominatrix  in his second year at Balmoral.

 

Nessi pulled and stroked Basil’s swelling penis, and Basil watched as her tongue absently swabbed Iced Lilac lip gloss off her lower pouty lip. “My boyfriend’s is like yours, but it curves more.” Nessi said with a smile.

 

Lindy laughed uproariously. “Yes, it probably does curve more, honey…Basil’s is fairly inactive…it just kinda wimps there.” Nessi tossed her hair behind her shoulder and kept working on Basil’s sweaty member.

 

As Basil’s cock got harder, he felt his nipples being dragged down by the Y chain. The pain was bad, but he was so distracted by Nessi’s beauty!

 

He could recall so many times when he’d peek out of his office to see what kind of a short skirt she was wearing, he’d gasp at her fishnet stockings and then shut the door, locking it, and fall to his knees, jerking faster and faster.

 

Basil had almost cum once in his pants when Nessi had bent over to pick up a box of file folders, and her skirt had hiked up…oh God she’d been so exsquisite. And what of the time the staff had gone on the retreat to Yellowstone?

 

Basil had noticed that Nessi had had a rip in her tight shorts from behind and that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He’d gone up to her and said “Nessi, you have a rather large rip back there, dear.” And Nessi had replied with a winning smile…

 

“I know.”

 

Now, Nessi’s fingers were traveling around Basil’s glans, stimulating the skin. She drove her French nail into his urethra and he moaned a bit. Then Nessi took short strokes at the crown level of the bottom of Basil’s cockhead.

 

Pulling and stroking, Nessi began breathing a little harder, and Basil watched hypnotized, as her breasts began bouncing in the little tube top. Basil knew he couldn’t cum in this situation, but it seemed so capricious. Nessi was so beautiful and YOUUUNG.

Peg, Taffy and Charlene were good looking girls, but they were all in their mid thirties, and actually Taffy was almost thirty-nine. Basil was attracted to all of them, but not in the mad way that he was for little Nessi.

 

Nessi giggled suddenly. “You know what? I usually give blowjobs to my boyfriend, and so when Mrs. Naples invited me to this last week, I practiced on a broom handle, going up and down with my hand.”

 

Basil was horrified, and almost lost his erection. Nessi had been in the know about this since last week? She’d worked with him all week long, and looked at him, posturing in his professor suit, and his jacket with the patches on the elbows. And she’d been thinking about what  a weird fuck Professor Naples must be. God.

 

But she didn’t seem that fazed. Nessi just kept pulling and rubbing her pretty manicured fingers up and over Basil’s bulging, erect cock. For some miraculous reason, the other women in the room were silent. They had failed to get Basil to cum, and wondered if the young-un would succeed.

 

Basil was absolutely possessed by Nessi’s long legs, and for one moment, she took one of her feet and rubbed it up and down his bulging penis. Maybe she did like him. Maybe she was secretly in love with him.

 

Nessi told Basil she was getting a bit over-heated, and she pulled off her tube top, revealing large breasts with rose colored nipples. She shook them, grinning, and Basil noted that one of her nipples was pierced. “Sven got me that piercing…do you like it?”

 

Basil hated Sven, Nessi’s boyfriend. Basil hated all the men who flirted with Nessi…there were so many of them. And she was so generous with her hugs and kisses to her “platonic” friends.

 

At one point, Nessi reached down and tickled Basil’s scrotum. “There’s a lot down there, man. It feels like you haven’t cum in like, a year.”

 

Basil smiled weakly. “Well, almost that…I’m on a sort of diet.” At this, Lindy and Taffy began giggling a little bit. Basil prayed that they would at least stay silent, but this was impossible.

 

“You just don’t understand, Nessi…this is Basil’s thing. He’s an orgasm denial guy.” Lindy said to the startled girl, who almost dropped Basil’s tumescent organ. “I was surprised too, honey, but he had all these Internet porn sites that dealt with men who were slaveboys who couldn’t cum until wifey said so, and what else was I supposed to do?”

 

Basil was so humiliated…Lindy’s revelations were killing him.  Nessi was still pulling and prodding his thick penis, but the interest was fading, rather.

 

Lindy grinned, and Charlene began laughing softly. Lindy went on, oblivious to Basil’s discomfort. “So at first I began telling Basil that he could only cum in me after he’d ate me out a bunch of times, and then eventually I told him he could only fuck me every other time we had sex, and then it became less and less…and he’s not fucked me in a long time.”

 

Nessi looked shocked. “Is that why you date Oberlin?” Basil stiffened. Oberlin? Oberlin Williams, the Western Commonwealth State Women’s College landscaper?

 

Basil wondered about this, because Oberlin’s best friend was Sven, the white landscaper with a thousand tattoos…who dated Nessi. At his questioning look, Lindy laughed.

 

“What are you thinking, Basil? They’re inseperable, right? Oberlin and Sven? Yup, and Obie and Nessi and Sven and I are all good pals, lotsa double dating there…”

 

“So how long?” Basil asked, hurt. He was almost ignoring Nessi’s soft fingers on his groin now. “How long have you four been eh, hanging out, is that the American expression?”

 

“Quite a while” Lindy said. “I’ve been seeing Obie for quite a while, and Nessi only understood a few months ago, after I showed her the pictures of you being beaten in the Sacher-Masoch Playroom.”

 

Basil was stunned. He knew of Lindy’s wanderings, but this was really new stuff.

 

“Yes, Basil…and Lindy always thought you were a creepy older guy, but she was nice enough to tease you today…though I don’t know what she thinks of you now!” Lindy smiled.

 

Nessi smiled pleasantly at the blushing Basil. “Well, I’m not into geeky guys, but Professor Naples is a nice dude, I guess.” Nessi’s fingers pulled on Basil’s foreskin. “But this is such a dorky thing to be into for a guy…I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with a guy who doesn’t want to, you know…take me and fuck me after the tube top is off.”

 

Taffy laughed rudely. “But Basil’s just a wimpie boy…he’s not man enough. Look, he’s crying!”

All the women looked at Basil, who was indeed tearing up. Of course he wanted to grab Nessi’s breasts and suck them…but he was just…a wimpy boy. It was just sad what his life had come to.

 

Suddenly, Nessi dropped Basil’s now limp cock. “He doesn’t seem very interested anymore” Nessi called to Lindy. “I don’t know why…Professor Naples always seemed kind of focused on me in the office.”

 

Lindy chortled. “Well, maybe our Professor is a bit of a gay-boy or something. I don’t know. Being married to Basil has been a continual surprise event, honey. Let’s tie him up  in the basement, Basil will be content down there. And then the four of us girls can go out and get some pizza and pick up some hot young guys, eh?”

 

Nessi smiled, looking into Lindy’s eyes. “Lets.”

 

 

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