Henry's Gift

I remembered hearing a man scream like that before. A few years back, when I took my family to Mediterranean, there was an accident on the beach, where a swimmer got run over by a high speed boat, almost severing his leg off. The man was silent while in the water, but once the life guard managed to pull him to the safety of the warm sand and he saw the damage on his leg with the blood spraying out in thin sprays, he completely lost it and I believe I can speak for all present when I say that everybody’s blood seemed to turn to ice at the sound of the man’s distress. I could not push it out of my mind for weeks to come. I would actually jerk out of my sleep almost every night, finding myself sitting up straight with cold sweat covering my torso and face, the man’s screams echoing in my head. 

The man on the other side of the one-way mirror sounded almost the same. However, his screams seemed to intensify my wish to bring my cock to the verge of hot prickle, and make it spit in the haze of pleasure. 

I wanked off madly, my body hot with perspiration, which was also covering the body of the punished man in front of me. I looked into the monitor and noticed that Evie’s face and chest were glistening with sweat beads, as well. Her face, distorted by the hilarious make up was shiny, mascara running down her cheeks as if she was crying black tears, her wig sitting askew on her head. I could see a strand of her curly red hair had escaped and was now freely waving in the rhythm of her motions. 

By now, she must have hit him good twenty times. The entire scene of whipping could not have been longer than a couple of minutes, but to me, it seemed as if it had been going on forever. The man’s horrifying screams were absolute music to my ears; I was wanking off as if my own life depended on it. 

‘Oh, aaaaah,’ yelled the man, ‘Fuck, oh oooooh, ooooh!’ Evie stopped the beating, only to drop to her knees next to him and in the monitor, I could see that she grabbed his cock just beneath its head, squeezing it so tight that it turned from deep pink to red. 

‘No!’ she yelled, dropped the whip and the hand swayed in the air for a moment, only to land a hard smack on the back of his head. After that, they both seemed to still for a moment, her fingers still squeezing his cock, her eyes intently inspecting her work. ‘Not yet!’ she said and the man’s face seemed to contort in great effort to obey, after a few minutes smoothing somewhat and his head bobbing in consent. 

She had actually forced him to push his orgasm back and wait until she would be willing to let him cum! I was amazed! My own cock was now wet with precum and I knew I could not stop myself from cumming when I was ready. But to my astonishment, I felt that my cock seized to throb somewhat, the tingling in my balls subsiding. She managed to control us both!

She reached over the man’s back and undid the handcuffs, letting the man sprawl on the floor like a pathetic rag. ‘Get up!’ she yelled and kicked him in the side of his body. The man dragged himself up, now sobbing audibly. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he cried, ‘so sorry!’ He got back on his knees, and Evie grabbed one of his wrists, pulling it up to the handcuffs, slapping it back over the slightly bruised skin. This time, she shackled him to the bed frame so that he was facing in my direction and I didn’t need to look in the monitor to see his face. 

His cock was hard still, softly waving towards the mirror; his face beetroot red, washed in tears and sweat. His hair was wet as if he had just taken a shower. I could not see the red assault marks on his back now, they were pressing against the bed. 

Evie jumped to her feet and grabbed the whip that was thrown on the floor a little while ago. I was amazed at how expertly she was conducting herself in the high heels, which seemed to be at least 4 inches high. She jumped around as if she was barefoot. 

‘Now, tell me!’ she yelled and stood in front of the man, her hand with the whip swaying behind her body, readying itself for a swing. ‘Tell me!’ her voice calmed a bit, dropping back onto the level of dusky sexiness. 

‘I think about her all the time!’ the man was whining now. Swoosh of the whip was followed by its tentacles hitting the man’s chest and stomach. 

‘What do you think about?’ Evie asked, now completely calm. ‘What do you see?’

The man tried to speak coherently. ‘I see my hand on top of her head, pushing it down on my cock, forcing it deep inside her throat, while she is gagging to the point where I think she would puke.’

Another swoosh of the whip, its tentacles hitting the man’s upper torso, reddening the skin even more. 

‘What else?’

‘I see her eyes staring at me, bulging out of their sockets; her mouth wide open while I squeeze her throat, cumming all over her face, then burying my cock deep down her throat, finishing with so much pleasure, I’m actually ready to cry.’

Swoosh; whip landing on the man’s skin; his body jerking away from Evie, as if trying to push itself through the bed frame. Of course, you have to understand that the man was in no state of being able to speak coherently like this. He was forcing the words out of his mouth through an avalanche of sniffling and crying. He kept stuttering and repeating the words, making it all hard to understand, but by God, did I find his confessions erotic. 

‘Good,’ said Evie and smiled; she bent forward and softly stroked the man’s cheek. ‘What else do you see?’

I see her leaning against the car hood, her school uniform skirt hiked up, her white panties with “Friday” written all over it pushed down to her knees. I am holding her hips and fucking her from behind so hard that she keeps losing her hold of the smooth hood and sliding onto it.’

Evie lifted her arm and landed another fanned pattern of tentacles onto his chest. 

‘I remember thinking it was only Tuesday,’ he said and through his tears, he actually smiled. Evie’s eyes closed and for a moment her face held the expression of someone who was just caught in a joke, amused by it. She laughed heartily. ‘You’re a wanker!’ she said, but this time she did not hit him. 

Instead, she knelt in front of him and I had to look into the monitor again to be able to closely follow their interaction. ‘What else?’ she whispered. 

The man’s voice lowered into a whisper, too. ‘I see her on her knees, in front of the mirror, completely naked. I am making her look at her own face, crying and in pain, while I am pushing my cock deep inside her virgin arse. She is asking me to stop, but I know she really does not want me to. She always wanted it, Evie. Always!’

Evie’s hand swung back and she slapped him, missing his cheek and hitting him hard on the side of the head. He wobbled, handcuffs preventing him from falling again.

Evie didn’t ask any more. The confessions kept pouring out of his mouth. ‘I see her laying on her back on the kitchen table; I had pushed her legs over her head, fucking her hard. Her eyes are rolling back in her head, she is soooo ready to cum.’

Evie landed a pair of hard slaps on each of his cheeks.

‘I see her fucking a dildo that I had fastened to the chair. She is jumping up and down on it, her titties furiously thrusting up and down too, gasping for air while cumming, and I’m cumming all over her face.’

‘I see her kneeling behind the couch in the living room. I am fucking her doggie style, careful not to make a sound. She is careful, too. Our dad is snoring softly on the couch. If he was to catch us, we’d both be dead! But she was always a freak for danger.’ 

‘She didn’t like to be fucked in the arse, but she would do it for me. She always screamed like a stuck pig, so we had to do it when nobody was at home or somewhere else. I remember taking her to a parking lot behind an abandoned factory, fucking her so hard that she almost passed out. I remember the smell of shit that lingered in the car on our way home. I remember how embarrassed she was about it, too.’

Evie landed four or five forceful slaps on the man’s face in a rapid succession. His head swung back violently each time her hand landed on either of his cheeks. 

The man’s face cringed again and Evie grabbed his cock under the head. ‘One more, just one more, and I’ll let you,’ she whispered, her breathing very shallow. 

‘The last thing that I see,’ he gasped as Evie’s fingers rewrapped themselves around his cock, rubbing it with strong and quick strokes, ‘is my dad’s hairy ass pumping against Tara’s small frame, in my bed of all places.’ Evie’s stroking sped up my hand on my own cock. 

‘His eyes were shut. Hers were shut, too. She was obviously enjoying it.’ Evie was not looking at his face any longer. His eyes closed, whatever he was thinking of must have very visual to him. ‘She was moaning and he was calling her his little tart. They moaned and yelled in unison, I didn’t want to see them cum, but I couldn’t move. I stood by the door and my cock was throbbing and my dad was fucking my 17-year old sister like she was a hooker!’ his 

‘Now,’ whispered Evie loudly. ‘Come on,’ she rubbed his cock as if this was the only source of life for either of them. Should it seize to be wanked off wildly, they would simply perish. 

I could feel the tingle in my balls, my cock stiffening beyond believable hardness, the warmth welling up.

‘Come on,’ said Evie hurriedly and I felt as if she was talking to me, not the pathetic bloodied man that she was kneeling in front. ‘Come for me,’ she said, ‘now!’

I saw his cock twitch and as the spunk shot out onto Evie’s opened palm, my own cock blew its load in a few furious jerks, which landed on the tissue that I very smartly took a hold of as the action in the other room became intense. 

The man was gasping, each shot of sperm followed by a loud groan. ‘That’s it, that’s right,’ said Evie, her face a mask of innocent joy. She continued to wank him off, pausing for a second, squeezing his cock as if making sure nothing was going to be left inside, then wanking off some more. 

For one crazy moment, I felt so lightheaded that I almost toppled off my chair. This was the most intense orgasm I have had in a very long time. My cock was now empty, yet it was still twitching as if needing to be stroked more; stroked until I actually lost all sense of being. I closed my eyes and made myself pry my fingers off it. I was not a teenager any longer, after all. I wiped myself, my eyes still closed, wondering if I would have enough energy to walk out the door. 

Despite the physical fatigue, all I wanted to do was to get rid of the man in the other room, join Evie on the bed that she did not make of any real use today and cuddle with her. And all that came with that, of course. 

Evie leaned behind the man and in the monitor I could see that she very carefully extracted the butt plug, which I had almost forgotten about. As it plopped out with a loud smack, the man groaned again. ‘There, there,’ said Evie, ‘that wasn’t too bad, was it?’