Paul's pickle (fff/m, jack off, caught, bdsm, tease, tickling, cei)

[Executionus]

Sad to think that we've gone a month without the next part of this.

[drtickle]

Sad to think that we've gone a month without the next part of this.

Glad you miss it and sorry for that. Had real rough weeks at work, but next week is off, so I might actually get to continue the story!

[Datom]

O my gosh! According to the dates on the post, poor Paul has been tied up with Kerstin's fingers on his shaft for three years now! Since 2021! The poor guy must be ready to explode!

Seriously, I hope you finish this sometime, when you have time.

[Lefanto]

Seriously, I hope you finish this sometime, when you have time.

Me too! And/or another story involving F/m and tickling.

[Perv]

Enjoyed reading it until was left blueballed without an ending
Hope it gets finished someday!

[drtickle]

Ok, there is really no good reason why I haven't continued this earlier. Maybe other ideas seemed more attractive, I don't know. So without any further ado...

Part 10: And the Lucky Loser Is...

Kerstin came back from the kitchen holding four beers and a small bowl. Paul still couldn’t see clearly with her bra wrapped around his head, but he heard some splashing and clicking noises. Kerstin offered him a sip of beer through a straw she had found in the kitchen. He eagerly gulped down a few sips, his throat dry after the ordeal so far. After he had quenched his thirst, Kerstin took the beer away and grabbed the bowl. Paul still couldn’t see what was in it, but he was about to find out. He suddenly gasped and let out a small whimper. Kerstin had submerged his cock and balls into the ice water in the bowl. She laughed and said, "I guess it would be too easy to continue without giving your best friend some time to regain some willpower." She then put the bowl away and untied his genitals. Paul was relieved to lose some of the tension on his cock and balls. Kerstin offered him another sip of beer, and he drank eagerly.

"Okay, let’s start the next round," Kerstin said. "Remember, we continue as before, but now everyone will try not to be the one who makes him cum. We still have to jerk him when it’s our turn. Whoever has her hands on his dick when he starts shooting, loses." Both girls shuddered, their imaginations running wild with thoughts of what it would be like to be tied up like Paul, at his mercy for half an hour. "The order will be Yvonne first, then Sandra, then me. After that, we start again with Yvonne. We only stop once Paul cums. Everyone ready? I’m setting up my timer app again—10-second intervals, one second to hand over the reins... Here we go in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1."

The room was charged with a mischievous energy as the three girls circled him, their eyes gleaming with a mix of playfulness and intent. He was still bound helplessly, blindfolded, entirely at their mercy. The cool air kissed his bare skin, heightening every sensation.

Kerstin started the app, and Yvonne was already in front of Paul, stroking his now cold and limp dick. But because of the pent-up tension and frustration, it didn’t take much for him to start hardening again. "Wow, look how fast he gets hard!" Yvonne exclaimed, blushing again, still not fully comprehending how things had escalated so quickly. But she had to admit, she liked being in control of boys, teasing them. She thought about how she could have teased her ex-boyfriend like this—maybe he would have been nicer to her and not interested in other girls. But still, he was an asshole, and deep down she knew she was glad he was gone. Paul, on the other hand, was actually cute, well-mannered, and seemed like a nice person overall. Maybe a little perverted with kinks, but who wasn’t nowadays? A low moan from Paul snapped Yvonne back to reality just in time to hear the first beep. She let go of his now considerably hard dick and handed it to Sandra.

Sandra, still a little shy about touching her brother in this intimate way, stood over him, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her as she took in his bound and helpless state. She knew this was wrong—he was her brother, after all—but the power she felt in that moment was impossible to resist. The sight of him, vulnerable and at her mercy, ignited something deep within her that she couldn’t deny. She brushed the thought aside, grabbed her brother’s semi-hard cock, and started stroking him slowly. She too found it extremely hot to have such control over his body, hearing him moan in pleasure, probably willing to do anything just for a chance to cum. She never knew boys could get hard this fast. His cock in her hands was pulsating, and suddenly a very dirty thought hit her. She wondered how he tasted, how he would feel inside her, but no, she was his sister—she couldn’t, she mustn’t. Beep. Saved by the bell, Sandra thought to herself as she let go of her brother's dick to let Kerstin start her first round.

Kerstin stepped forward, her fingers trailing along his thigh, teasingly slow. She smiled as his breath hitched, her touch barely grazing the tip of his erection. "You like this, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She took him in hand, her strokes deliberate, maddeningly slow, just enough to drive him wild without granting release. She counted the seconds in her head, knowing he was close, but not close enough to get to her goal in the first round. So, Kerstin once again pinched the area behind his balls, knowing the effect it would have on his orgasm buildup. She leaned in closer to his ear, her breath tickling him softly. "Remember our plan, stay strong during the next 30 seconds, and I’ll give you Yvonne like you’ve never dreamed." She could hear him moan unconsciously at the thought of what lay ahead. She bit his earlobe, harder than just a sensual nip, to help distract him through the pain.

Beep...

Yvonne once more grabbed his dick, her mind still lingering on her thoughts about Paul. She wondered why she had never considered the idea of being with him. Maybe being BFFs with Sandra made her reluctant to date her brother, or maybe because he was in a lower grade. Now that she thought about it, she felt a little tingling in her groin. She was pretty sure he might be interested in her too—the way he always looked at her, checking her out, thinking she wouldn’t notice. Again, Yvonne looked at his now rock-hard dick, precum once again forming at the tip. She nearly bent down, thinking of kissing it, but waved the thought aside—maybe later. Instead, she started stroking him. A part of her actually considered the possibility of bringing him to orgasm right now, just to be the one tied up and at his mercy. What better way to get his attention? But no, she couldn’t do it—what would he do to her? And with Kerstin in the same room? Ever since the incident with her ex, Kerstin eyed Yvonne like a vulture, a bully waiting to get even—for what, anyhow?! So instead of stroking him hard and fast, Yvonne went slowly, with a featherlight touch, until...

Beep...

Kerstin noticed that Yvonne’s thoughts were somewhere else. She could see the faint glow in her eyes, the absence of her mind. Kerstin used this to position herself right behind Paul, grabbing his balls to feel his pulsating dick. She was quite skilled at “reading” a boy’s dick and was delighted to feel that he was close, but not too close. She was sure she could steer him to orgasm exactly how she intended. Now Sandra took over again, and Kerstin also realized that being his sister would always make her less effective in teasing him than she could be. There was some kind of barrier in Sandra’s head, Kerstin imagined, that held her back.

Sandra, standing in front of her brother once more, battled with her naughty thoughts. Her gaze lingered on his face, taking in the mix of desperation and desire, even visible despite his blindfold. She knew he was completely focused on them—every thought, every breath centered around their whims. Sandra stood over her brother, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her as she took in his bound and helpless state. She knew this was wrong—he was her brother, after all—but the power she felt in that moment was impossible to resist. The sight of him, vulnerable and at her mercy, ignited something deep within her that she couldn’t deny.

Her fingers hovered just above his skin, and she watched with satisfaction as he flinched under her light touch. He’s always been so strong, she thought, but now he’s completely at my mercy. The realization thrilled her, making her feel powerful in a way she had never experienced before. She could make him squirm, make him beg, and he wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. This isn’t supposed to happen, a small voice in her head whispered, but she quickly pushed it aside. The thrill of crossing this forbidden line, of holding this power over him, was too intoxicating to resist. She moved her hand lower, teasing him with feather-light touches, feeling a dark satisfaction as his breath hitched and his body tensed. All the while, she stroked him in a way Sandra would not have thought possible 24 hours ago. She wondered how this adventure might change their relationship forever, and she hoped it wouldn’t be for the worse. But again, this thought transferred somehow to her stroking, preventing her from being as teasing and arousing as Kerstin or Yvonne could have been.

Meanwhile, Kerstin smiled as she felt the orgasm building up nicely inside Paul’s balls. She knew he was ready to shoot his load and leaned in closer to his ear to prevent Sandra and Yvonne from hearing her whisper, "Just ten more seconds, Paul, and you’ll cum like you’ve never climaxed before, right in Yvonne’s pretty face." She could feel another surge of arousal pumping through his groin and hoped she hadn’t gone too far with her taunting.

Beep...

"My turn!" Kerstin said, kneeling in front of him, right at eye level with his gorgeous, hard dick, dripping precum like a fountain. Kerstin counted the seconds once more in her head, knowing exactly how much pressure she should apply to Paul’s dick. "Oh, you’re going to shoot soon, I guess," she taunted him. "Just imagine how satisfying this orgasm will feel, how rewarding!" She squeezed his balls to prepare them for the biggest load of Paul’s young life. She could feel the cum building up inside him, so close to the point of no return, so deliciously close—maybe four, maybe five strokes. She stroked him twice more, deliberate, strong strokes, not at all reserved or restrained. A big droplet of precum oozed out of the tip. Kerstin scooped it up and traced her finger across Paul’s lip. "Have you ever had the guts to take a load, Paul? Try this as a starter." She smiled, and Paul nearly orgasmed just at the thought of what might lie ahead.

Kerstin positioned herself behind him once more, in her favorite position of full control as Yvonne took the reins again. She grabbed Paul’s pulsating, rock-hard dick while Kerstin, using her teasing experience, controlled his balls like the command center of his orgasm. She knew exactly where to push.

Then, Paul took in a deep breath, feeling the orgasm inside him—the orgasm that had been building for the last hours while constantly teased by three hot girls.

"Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh," he moaned.