The Intruder

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“Jack, you are so very sensitive down there. I didn’t remember you being so sensitive – that way.”
Wendy’s grip on Jack’s prostate was enhanced by the metallic mail glove which she had wedged up his behind.

“I haven’t even begun to scratch that itch you have with the glove’s talons. Maybe I’ll wait to ‘finger you’ with them after my nieces arrive.”

Jack squirmed in his tight bondage.

“Oh… oh… no…,” Jack mooed as Wendy squeezed his inflamed and tenderized organ.

“What’s the matter, Jack?” Wendy asked with a broad smile that Jack could not see in his position on the exercise bench.

“Don’t you want to have Amanda and Kate come over and play with you? You know they always enjoy seeing you – especially when you are so apparently ‘happy’ to see them.”

Jack’s turgid cock flopped below Wendy’s work zone. In the mirror beneath him, she could see, but more importantly he could see, all the action as Wendy’s fisting of his ass and subsequent thumping and squeezing of his prostate caused his cock to drip prostate fluid onto the mirror mounted under the exercise frame.

Wendy had led Jack to her basement, where the bench sat prominently in the center beneath a bank of operating room lamps.

He was helpless to resist in that gloveless black leather arm binder. To ensure that she enjoyed all of Jack’s desperate pleas for mercy and relief, Wendy had removed the Deep Throat muzzle in which she ordinarily maintained him.

Jack had been forced to lie over the section of the bench that routinely held a barbell, and she strapped his ankles into the bench’s legs. Then, Wendy tied his wrists off to a chain above the bench. Working a winch, his arms were pulled skyward forcing him into a position where he would have been a perfect target for a prison gang bang – bound, suspended, bent over at the waist, hardened penis in full view. To tell the truth, Wendy had contemplated on more than one occasion having Jack “serve time” in such a position while trapped helplessly in a prison “yard” – guards watching in amusement as the felons took turns raping Jack’s ass as he screamed for their help.

“No, Wendy. No. Please don’t… Ah!”

Wendy interrupted Jack’s minor protest by adjusting her grip inside his rectum so that she could tap his swollen prostate with her taloned index finger.

“Come on, Jack. I know that you enjoyed the show that you gave Amanda and Kate the last time they babysat you. Although I didn’t condone their suspending you by your cock from the rafters in the garage, I do applaud their ingenuity in use of the aquarium to pump the 30 gallons into your ass. You did not disappoint them when you came continuously, so much in fact that they collected your cum in a glass and forced you to drink it. Remember?”

“No… no… not again…”

“Jack, they like it when you’re not gagged too. Kate told me the other day that she just loved how you purr when you’re about to cum.”

“No, Wendy. No. They’re too young to see…”

Wendy jabbed her index finger into Jack’s prostate that she had filled with a silicone injection earlier so it was three times its normal size. Then she had injected his cock, anus and rectal walls with a sensitizing agent that would cause the most intense reaction to any stimulation.

“They’re 19 and 20, Jack. You know that. Besides, they are considering going back to school to become doctors, now that they have met Dr. Hinckley and observed her ex-husband and her boyfriend on her farm.”

Jack struggled to free himself, but the exercise bench was mounted to the floor of Wendy’s basement with bolts embedded deep into the concrete.

“You remember ‘the boys’ in their milkers, don’t you?”

Jack did remember Dr. Hinckley’s ex and her boyfriend hopelessly rigged upside down to the industrial-strength milkers, while he suffered a fate worse than death as he sat atop the beehive and had his cock jammed up the return tube for the bees coming back from the fields of wildflowers on Dr. Hinckley’s farm.

“Well, once Miranda heard about what the ‘girls’ did to you with the aquarium pump in my garage, they were invited out to see Doctor Hinckley’s experiments. I am pretty sure that they are filled with new ideas for when they babysit you next.”

“No, Wendy. No. God have mercy on me. Stop. Don’t. Don’t… Stop…”

“Oh, you know me, Jack, I don’t stop. In fact, Miranda is joining some of my nurse friends next week to install a new medical device, The Intruder, in… well, in and in… you so to speak. You will so enjoy it. It will take what I’m doing to you now to an entirely new level of prostate and cock manipulation.”

“No… Please…”

DING. DONG.

“Oh, it looks like the ‘girls’ are here!”

Wendy popped her gloved hand from Jack’s rectum, leaving him in the stranded position while she washed her hands and went upstairs to let her nieces in.

His hands writhing above his winched wrists, Jack mooed, “No… Not that… Please …”

“See, girls, he’s begging for you to try out the glove on him. He’s saying, “Please!”

“Isn’t he the most polite gentleman you have ever met, Kate?” asked Amanda with a smirk.

“The MOST polite,” answered Kate.

Wendy, Amanda and Kate let out a sneer-filled chuckle amongst themselves as Wendy opened a door to a cupboard in front of Jack.

In the cupboard, he could see box after box of other mail-like gloves with the taloned fingers.

“We have all sizes – small for you, Kate – medium for you, Amanda – and when Edward gets here – XXXL.”

Upon hearing Edward’s name, Jack screamed out, “NO, YOU CANT! NO!” in a bloodcurdling reaction.

“Good thing the basement is soundproofed,” said Wendy. “Let’s get our gloves on, girls.”