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Jason was certainly surprised by her ability to reach orgasm with no more stimulation than simply the thrill of causing him pain and feeling his balls throbbing hotly as she crushed them between her leg and his body. He only managed a small nod in response to her, and he couldn't even deny that he was still turned on---he was dripping and throbbing in time to the aching pulse of his poor abused balls.

As she vanished into the dressing room he began to stroke himself again, wanting to make sure to get it right this time and avoid even more or torture to his delicate balls. His soft groans filled the room once more, and for a moment he wondered how wet she must be, given that she had just had an orgasm and all of her delicious wetness held in by her panties. With a shudder, he let go of his throbbing dick, gasping out, "I'm not cumming, Rosy!" With a soft pant and groan of frustration. After a brief moment, he continued his masturbation, all the while fantasizing about how Rosy looked in the nude, how she tasted, what it would be like to be tied down and tormented by the cute, petite actress. Such images made his hips buck and he had to force his hand away as a surge of precum gushed from his tip. "I'm... not cumming... Rosy..." He panted.

He didn't stop imagining all of these different kinky scenes, finding that they were perfect for edging, getting him worked up to the edge of orgasm in a short amount of time. He stroked quickly and smoothly, the slick sound echoing his moans as he wondered how her mouth would feel around his cock, licking and sucking and teasing---"I'm not cumming, Rosy!" God. He had reached her mandatory number this time, but he already knew better than to stop. Groaning, he began stroking once more, dripping with sheer desire.

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It only took Rosy a few seconds to realize the first set was too small. The fabric was held up against her body and it stretched far enough that she knew better then to try and step into those panties. Rather than upset her, Rosy perked up and put her hand on the door just as Jason called out for the second time. She could have walked out just then, which would have sentenced the poor guy to a good ball stomping. Rosy knew just how to do it too... she had the perfect aim to dig her heel between the two testes, thus allowing her to crush his sack black and blue while still leaving him unharmed.

So lost in her little fantasy she almost missed his third exclamation. A pout formed on her lips, but it faded away quickly. They had all day, and maybe so much more. She could destroy that full sack later. Instead... a cat-like curl over took the pout, and she turned to pick the second pair.

The dark blue corset matched her eyes, and the bright green lacing and ribbons brought out the crimson of her hair. Rosy took her sweet time, counting each time Jason called out to her. Her pin-stripe suit was peeled slowly from her body and left to pool on the floor. Her fedora was hung on a hook, and another held her original bra. Was that the fifth time, or the sixth time Jason wasn't cumming? It didn't matter. Her attention was focused on the full length mirror. It suited her perfectly, and she was definitely going to buy it. Otherwise she wouldn't even think of putting on the matching panties, even over her own; because they were soaked.

Jason was in the middle of another 'I'm not' when Rosy decided to reveal herself. "You really are a naughty boy," she purred at him. She stood before him in that blue corset and matching blue and green panties that were cut so low he could see a tuft of well groomed pubic hair just peeking over the fabric. A garter belt continued to hold up her stockings; and her thighs were glistening with her arousal. "Look what you did to my panties," she mockingly accused. Rosy held them out with splayed fingers to show off the pink, lacy panties that were practically dripping.

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Rosy chose to step out of the changing area as Jason was removing his hand from his cock, throbbing on the edge of orgasm. The sight made his hips buck, briefly fucking the air as he squirmed, panting, still standing as she had instructed. She was a goddess. The corset hugged her slim body deliciously, and the panties cut down, exposing the lovely little bit of groomed hair between her legs. It was one of his secret turn-ons, honestly, for a woman to have a bit of hair. Somehow, it was even more sexy on her, and the garter belt, stockings, and the wet desire that moistened her thighs made him groan with want. She displayed her panties, easily twice as wet as he had imagined she could get. Stunned, his eyes wide, he gasped slightly at her.

After a brief pause, Jason smirked slightly. "Guilty." He said, his voice husky with desire. "Shall I help you clean up?" He said softly, his smile a little more cheeky and teasing.

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Rosy hummed a tuneless song as she looked him over with sparkling eyes. His flushed face, the heavy breathing, and of course that masterpiece of a dick. It had to be hard enough to break stone by now! It was turning a pretty purple and just as drenched as she was. A note was made to force him soft before they moved on to their next destination, in order to avoid any damage. It would probably hurt like hell, but she could get that monster limp again. For now, though, she loved it just the way it was. Her eyes followed a drop of precum through its gradual decent to the floor. It made Jason's offer really tempting.

Not yet. "That would be a reward. You have to get through all of my outfits before I think about letting you taste my honey pot," she assured. "Here, hold this for me," Rosy cooed, draping her underwear over the throbbing head. "It's kind of like an inadvertent kiss from my pussy, isn't it?" The woman took a firm grip of his shaft to offer a painfully satisfying stroke, the wet fabric of her panties scraping and rubbing over the sensitive flesh. "Maybe I should make you wear these. Would it be worth it? To wear women's panties, just to have your dick wrapped in my juices?"

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Her eyes on his body only made Jason's throbbing cock pulse more with desire, knowing that she wanted him, lusted after him, and that she was wet from toying with him. She teased him with the possibility of eating her out, which only made him groan more, imagining how she tasted, the wet, delightful flesh under his tongue. Then her panties were draped over his throbbing dick, making him gasp slightly. However, that gasp turned into a long, loud moan as she stroked his cock with them.The fabric was both slick and textured, a combination of sensations that made him tremble slightly as he moaned under her hand playing with him.

As she teased him with the possibility of wearing her wet panties, he tried to imagine it and laughed slightly mid-moan. "I'm not sure I'd fit. You're... ah... a bit smaller than I am." He panted out, a small smile on his lips. "But I'd rather have them in my mouth than on me..." he admitted, in a tone that wasn't sassy or sarcastic, but an honest expression. Of course, she likely could have guessed that.

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Jason made a good point, and the image of him wearing her underwear became more humorous than arousing. She still wanted to see it, but now for a very different reason. "I guess you're right. We'll just have to find you something from the men's line. Something to cup these swollen balls." As Rosy's right hand continued its firm stroking, her left lowered to cup and fondle his sack. "You can't have a wad of fabric stuffed in your mouth all day, it wouldn't be very fun," she pointed out with a playful lilt of her voice.

Rosy released his balls after giving them a firm squeeze, then stepped forward to press them flush together. Her busty bosom pressed up against his chest and, with the aid of the corset, created a fair amount of cleavage. Another reason she like such sensual undergarments. They gave her a little more size where she believed herself to be lacking. "Besides, I like hearing your voice," the woman cooed, both hands taking a firm grasp on the shaft. "I bet you're dying to cum by now, aren't you?" She asked while wringing her hands back and forth to to scrub over the exposed glands with the scratchy lace of the waist band of her panties.

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Jason was more than curious to find out what kinds of things she had in mind for him to wear from the men's line, but if it were something that made him hot and sexy in her eyes, he would likely wear anything. After all, what guy didn't want a hot young actress to grow wet at the sight of him?

He moaned softly, pain and pleasure, as she stroked him and cupped his balls, squeezing firmly. Suddenly she was pressed against him, her hand still on his cock, firmly grasping that manhood like she owned it. A brief image of her grasping his cock like that and leading him around, as if his dick were merely a toy and a leash for him. The rigid flesh pulsed hotly against her soft hand. Looking down at her, taking in the lovely, sexual, sensual sight, he groaned out, eyes drifting shut slightly as she tortured the tip with her panties. "God, yes, pleaaase..." He panted out.

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"Well, you are asking very nicely," Rosy hummed before pursing her lips together while looking off to the side in an innocent expression she pulled off far too well. Releasing the tortured head, the woman grasped the shaft with both hands and began to stroke. He was soaking wet, and it made her slow but powerful pumps glide over the tortured dick. "And I have been teasing you for a while." The pace began to pick up, and her right hand squeezed and rubbed over the head. Rose gazed up at him again, acting completely oblivious to the motions of her hands. "I've lost track of how many times I've made you get right to the edge of bursting, only to have to pull back. I bet you're so close you can feel your semen right at the tip of your dick. Right?"

In a sudden burst, the red headed woman put all her might and speed into milking the needy length for all it was worth. "I'm gonna let you cum. Spurt your filthy load all over me. Cover me in your cum!" She took him right to the point his toes curled and his balls tensed to shoot. Then let go.

"Well, actually," she started with a shake of her head. "If you did that, you'd ruin my new corset." With a sweet smile she held up her hands and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well. Guess you're gonna have to wait." While she seemed nonchalant, Rosy was ready at any time to grab his hands to stop him from getting off on his own. She had been trying to cut him off half a second before orgasm, after all.

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Her teasing mannerisms and the way she looked up at him and spoke like she wasn't slowly stroking his large, thick member in strokes that made his hips squirm could have made Jason profess his love for her right then and there. She seemed to muse over the idea of letting him cum, considering it. She was right. His balls were heavy and aching to cum, the head of his cock throbbing and tense and ready to explode. He merely nodded at her words, reduced to a moaning mess.

Then she said those magical words and began stroking him off furiously, her delicate hands milking him like a pro. He let out a loud groan. "Fuck, yes, god yes..." He panted, his entire body tensing up as he felt the edge approach, toes curling, balls clenching, his hands balling into fists. And then, as he felt his orgasm rear up, her hand was gone and his hips bucked against thin air. A long moan of frustration left him and his hands twitched toward his bobbing cock, wanting to finish off his orgasm as she teased him with her love of denial. She had succeeded in her goal, bringing him closer to orgasm than he had ever been before while still not finishing. Small spurts of precum were the only thing that escaped his dick, making his drooling, wet, dripping cock an even bigger mess, though it was one she seemed to enjoy the sight of.

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There was nothing, absolutely nothing better than watching a man get his hopes for release up so high, and taking it away from them at the last moment. The looks of confusion, betrayal, frustration and pure unadulterated need were nearly enough to wrack her with a miniature orgasm; but she didn't have time for that. "Nope!" Rosy chirped, leaning it to grasp his hands with hers. The much smaller digits laced with his and squeezed their palms together tightly. "Oh honey it's crying. I can practically see the semen trying to bubble out of the tip. It would spill out the second your dick was touched. I bet all it would take is a poke with my tongue." Through this torment her ocean blue eyes were focused on the weeping shaft while her thighs rubbed together.

"Don't worry," she cooed, turning those gleaming sapphires back on her date. "I'll stay here and hold your hand until you calm back down; but not too much!" Rosy was practically purring. "I have another set to try on, so that's at least three more times you have to not cum for me." She was beginning to like that. 'Not cumming' sounded even better than edging.

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Her hands clasping with Jason's was just the kind of cute thing that made her even hotter, and her cheery, upbeat manner made it even better. As she looked down at his leaking cock, her lovely legs rubbing slightly together with arousal, her body clad in that sexy lingerie, the sight was almost enough to get him over the edge. She was right, all it would take was a little lick from her tongue and he would have burst. But alas, not yet. Maybe not even today, if she just kept going like this.

He loved it. As he came down from the edge, she tormented him with the instruction to 'not cum' as she put it, three more times while she changed outfits. At this point, he was so worked up that he was certain that he could do twice that in such a time, but he wasn't going to suggest such a thing to her. He gave her a slow nod, then panted out, "All right..." His voice was husky and full of desire, laced with frustration as his legs trembled slightly.

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"Good boy," Rosy praised. Their laced fingers were squeezed again, and she waited while staring at the drooling shaft. Such a beautiful thing; soaking wet, throbbing, twitching, and right on the brink. Her pupils practically formed hearts as she gazed at it, waiting for the signs of near ejaculation to cool down before finally releasing his hands. "Now don't forget," she chided, taking a few steps back to admire her handy work. "Your hand isn't allowed to leave your dick unless your right on the brink." Blue eyes hungrily devoured his form, and Rosy licked her lower lip. "So be careful with your strokes, I'll be back soon!"

With a bounce in her step, the woman returned to the dressing room to change. Her eagerness made changing swift, but she didn't leave the room just yet. She wanted to hear him not cum for her. He wanted to listen to the man's voice and search for the beginnings of sobs... if he was already starting to cry, then he'd probably start blubbering before they even got back to her place.

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Unfortunately for her, Jason wasn't quite that easy to break. The was no doubt that she could reduce him to tears, but not just yet. He was close, admittedly, slowly stroking his cock and groaning, body twitching and squirming as he moaned uncontrollably, panting out every report that he was not cumming. He was a dripping, throbbing, aching mess, her panties still hanging off his cock, and he had dropped to his knees, unable to stay standing any longer, his legs weak with arousal as he squirmed. He was certain he would recover, given time, but her rule had denied him even that, as his hand and dick were inseparable except by the hard edge of orgasm.

Once, twice, three times, four. His reports of "I'm not cumming, Rosy!" had taken on a far more desperate note, filled with panted desire and moaning pleads for permission to cum that he knew would not cum.

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Her lower lip was becoming red and puffy with her nibbling. Just hearing him proclaiming his denial was enough to have her shivering. Rosy took a moment to hold herself, wrapping well toned arms across her chest and puffing out a low moan. Jason was perfect, the man of her dreams! Rosy wanted to tease and deny him into tears, she wanted to break his balls so bad he'd believe they were actually busted and make him cum at the same time. She wanted to keep him.

Rosy had lost herself in the fantasy, losing count of how many edges Jason forced upon himself. It may as well have only been one, because it would never be enough. His balls couldn't be too full, he couldn't be too drippy or too horny. And she knew just how to make his situation even 'better.'

With the sweetest of smiles, the redhead pulled back the curtain inside the dressing room. The peep show window was low enough to show off the groin of a female of average height, but her short stature insured his denial of even that. Ocean blues settled on her date and hungrily devoured his stance. For three more exclamations, Rosy just watched his cock and its desperate state. As Jason started for another, Rosy rolled the right strap off her her shoulder, then the left. It lowered the corset enough to expose the modest amount of cleavage she had.

Nimble fingers worked at the knot behind her back, and loosened the lace until the fabric began to fall from her form. Of course, she was a proper lady, and would never expose herself so early on a date; so, before it fell away completely, she ran her fingers through her hair to drape it over her shoulders and perfectly censor her breasts.

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The curtain came back and Jason groaned once more at the sight of her, the sheer sexiness of a woman who knew what she wanted and had the willpower to take it. Her playfully sweet smile as she teasingly watched him force himself to the edge and then, with every ounce of control in his body, force his hand away as his cock twitched and bobbed in the air, a steady stream of precum oozing to the floor from his tip. His breathing was heavy and lustful, and moans slipped from his lips often as he panted out those exclamations of his denial.

She began to slowly reveal more of her bosom and his eyes hungrily watched, but he was even to be denied that, something he really should have expected. Nonetheless, his eyes didn't leave her form as he pushed right up to the edge of orgasm, shuddering as he cringed and pulled his hand away, barely able to force himself to continue. His hips and body shook with lust and tension as his eyes watched her lustfully enjoying his continued self-denial, his lips panting "Please..." ever so softly, quietly. His balls were heavy and full, hanging in clear view under his proud, throbbing, slick cock as he knelt on the floor, body trembling.

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There were hearts in Rosy's eyes. If her pleasure and adoration could take a visible form, then there would have been hearts in her eyes. He looked absolutely delectable, and she became very aware of their dinner plans, should he make it that far. Rosy winked as the man pleaded with her silently. She tilted her head with a smile and the tip of her tongue just poking out from between her lips. Her right hand lifted as she wagged her pointer finger at him. Then the motion turned into a rotation, urging him to continue with the edging.

With a giddy bounce, the woman turned her back to the window and finally let the fabric fall off of her form. Her back was decorated with the sway of crimson hair, as well as hidden peeks of blue colored skin. As she moved it became clear it was a tattoo, an animal of some sort; but it was taken from view before it could be revealed any farther as the actress bent over at the waist. Jason was allowed the slightest glance at the swell of her backside.

She popped back up soon enough and turned with a flourish. Her hair spun around and whipped across her form in what was supposed to be a graceful twirl. Instead it was an excited hop. Long, lean arms wrapped over her chest, hiding the new bra from view but allowing him gaze upon her toned torso. Hours of practice for Broadway musicals wasn't for the weak of mind or body, and the well defined, yet still sleek, abdominal muscles testified to that.

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Jason's eyes didn't leave her, even as he let out a sad, lustful sound as she urged him to continue edging. Her little tongue and hungry eyes did make the edging all worth it, however. She was so hot, so sexy, so cute, and a girl he had fantasized about for years. And he had always known he was the submissive type, but here he was, on his knees, jerking his cock for her after mere hours of meeting her in person, watching her as she modeled lingerie and teased him with it. He, a total virgin, in such a kinky and sexy situation. It was beyond his wildest fantasies.

Even as he began edging again, he got more and more of a view of her body---the shape of her back, the curve of her lovely, perky ass, the toned, smooth loveliness of her stomach. The submissive inside him, now so easily brought to the surface, wanted to kiss every inch of her body, worship that delightfully sexy form. Another part wanted to hear her moan and gasp in pleasure, to make her cum, and to know what she sounded like, felt like, tasted like.

These thoughts only pushed him to the edge more quickly, and he jerked his hand away from his manhood at the last second, panting out that exclamation of denial. He was openly panting now, this edge causing his entire body to tense and tremble, every muscle in his large, masculine form tense and on edge, every line of his toned chest visible as his cock throbbed and pulsed, thick streams of precum dripping to the floor and running down the underside of his veiny shaft to coat his heavy, swollen balls in slick, dripping horniness.

He forced some deep, calming breaths for a moment before returning his hand to his manhood with a soft groaning whimper. His mind wandered to her fantasies. What was she into? Obviously some ballbusting, definitely edging, tease and denial... did she like being clothed while he was nude? Did she want to tie him down so she could have her way with him?

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Rosy felt her heart race, and she had to take in a stuttering breath. Her eyes followed the sticky trail, settled briefly on the pool made on the floor, back up the shaft and finally landed on his face. Jason's expression was almost as delightful as his whimpering dick; and she just couldn't stand it anymore.

The curtain closed and the door was opened almost instantly afterwards. In the doorway the actress paused to take in not just the sight, but now the unadulterated noises as well. The slick slaps, the helpless, pleading whispers. A whimper left her own lips, and the woman bit on the lower to keep herself in check. "Okay, you can stop now," she purred halfway through his current strokes. Rosy's arms fell to her sides, and finally exposed her in full. She still wore the soiled stockings, and the garter belt still matched the lacy panties. The garment was thin, but soft. Green with a decoration of black, and hid her in just the right amount. Leaving enough to the imagination, while still giving him a lot to work with; including the soft patch of red. The bra was matching of course, and only just covered the areola, and allowed him to see the small breasts she tried to hide from the public. A busty woman was just more 'popular.'

"But you have to stand up again," she continued with a bright smile and heated gaze. "Because I think it's finally my turn, and I'm going to ride that monster of yours until I can't walk anymore." Of course, with the playful coo in her voice there had to be more to it... "No cumming though. I want you to save it all up for me. Every little drop of cum is mine, and I want it all locked away all~ day." The woman nearly swooned.


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As Rosy told Jason he could stop, his hand fell to his side, his breath coming in brief little pants as he looked up at her, a goddess in the sexy lingerie. The color was perfect with her bright red hair and her pale skin, and it concealed just enough to tease him even further with desire and curiosity toward what she looked like truly revealed. His eyes on her breasts clearly communicated that he was not one of those men that preferred a bigger bust, and that her perky breasts were more than a little arousing. His eyes wandered her body freely.

He let out a soft groan as she said she was going to ride him, and his cock twitched with excitement, only to be disappointed as she told him he wasn't allowed to cum. However, that statement, the little claiming of every drop of cum he had to offer, was the hottest thing any woman had ever said to him. Claiming his seed, telling him that he couldn't cum because his cock and all the cum in his balls belonged to her.

He staggered to his feet, still shaking slightly. Despite the continued denial of his own orgasm, he was excited and turned on by the idea of her using him for her own pleasure, like a living, moaning, throbbing, leaking toy. Furthermore, he wanted to hear the sounds she made in pleasure, feel her, and make her cum...

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Her attempts at a sensual sway in her hips was only slightly foiled by her giddiness, but enhanced by the wetness glistening on her thighs. Her new panties were already soaked, but Rosy didn't care much. After all, they'd be drenched by the time they were through. "Good boy," she cooed, taking the final steps needed to stand before the tall man. Now that she was there, a small frown began to tug at her lips, though only because the height difference put a small damper on her plan... it quickly returned to its deviant curl. It gave her a better idea. "Put your hands behind your back and stay still, promise?"

Without waiting for an answer, the woman placed gentle finger tips on the swollen length, and forced it to bend down. Rosy got up onto the tips of her toes, and released the sweetest of sighs when the tender tip was pushed up against her hidden clit. Sapphire eyes fluttered shut for only a moment before lifting into at least a half lidded gaze. She wouldn't miss his expressions for the world. Not as she began to 'ride' his cock head, just as promised.

"Don't cum," she whispered once more, her words heavy with lust. "Not a drop." This time it wasn't just an order, but a threat, as her left hand gripped his nuts in a firm hold, ready to squeeze when necessary.

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That little praise of 'good boy' was surprisingly a turn on, and encouraging beyond measure as Jason stepped back against the wall, placing his hands behind his back as she commanded. "Promise." He said with a slight smile, his voice still slightly shaky.

He groaned softly at her touch, and then slightly more as she began to grind her panty-covered sex against his swollen, thick manhood. His eyes rolled slightly upwards in pleasure, his head tilting back as he moaned softly. She began to rock her hips, playfully 'riding' him, and he groaned quietly, feeling her wet, slick panties against his throbbing desire. It was a different sensation, enough so that he wasn't instantly on edge as he had been with the stroking, but as she told him not to cum, and her hand grasped his balls, he knew she would subject them to her sadistic pleasures as soon as he approached the edge.

And he was more than a little certain that his edge would come before she was satisfied.

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Rosy hummed in return. As enjoyable as teasing word play was, her attention was solely on the sensation between her legs and the heat in her palm. He was offered a firm massage on his heavy sack that had her nearly purring. It wasn't hard to imagine the slosh of pent up sperm, and she squeezed and bounced them in her palm to further her fantasy.

Plush lips parted in a whispered 'oh,' that ended with a silent inhale; then, released again in a low moan as she squeezed the very tip to rub the more accurate tool back and forth over the fabric of her panties. And she watched him, devoured his reactions. Would it hurt, or feel good? Maybe both? How long would it be before she could feel Jason's sack squished between her fingers? Rosy whimpered in anticipation and rocked her hips harder, already feeling the first of several orgasms begin to build.

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Jason let out a long, sexual moan as she played with his balls, finding something so exciting and so thrilling about her handling him like a toy, cupping his balls in her hand and playing them around in her palm. She owned those balls, they were hers, and she knew it. His cock was just a hot, living toy for her, and he loved the thought. It was everything he had fantasized about.

She began to rub the very tip of his cock across the fabric of her drenched panties, her slick arousal offering some lubrication, but not enough. The fabric dragged roughly over the tip of his swollen cock and he groaned out, a sound of slight discomfort mixing with helpless pleasure and arousal. Despite the roughness of the fabric against his very-sensitive glans, the sensation made him want to burst. Yet he wasn't quite on the edge of orgasm just yet, though it slowly approached. "Rosy..." He gasped between groans, which grew slowly in volume. "I'm going to cum if you... keep this up." He breathed slowly, knowing she would want to know. She did seem dedicated to denial.

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"Hold it back, you don't have permission to, Oh yes~" The woman arched her back, and the rubbing became rougher and faster, near furious over her covered clitoris. Her own pleasure was building higher and higher, and it came with quiet ''oh'' and gasped ''yes!''. Without thinking on it, her hand started to squeeze around his blue balls, spreading his testicles safely between her fingers while painfully squishing everything else. "Not. One. Drop!"

Rosy arched her back and bit down tightly on her lower lip. The wave of orgasmic clenching had her standing up on her toes and snapping her fingers closed around his sack. Despite reaching nirvana, the redhead continued to rub the tip of his dick over the soaked fabric, building herself up for another, then maybe another and another. His cock was her toy, and she would use it until she couldn't stand it anymore. Even women had a refractory period after all, and it seemed he'd have to wait for that in order for his balls to be freed from her grip.

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Her continued denial of the so basic desire to orgasm made Jason squirm, combined with the sexy stimulus of his idol gripping his balls and playing with his cock like it was nothing but a fleshy dildo. Her moans and panted exclamations of excitement culminated in her perching up on her toes as her orgasm caused her to shake on the tip of his manhood, teasing him so sexily with her pleasure. Her fingers closed around his balls and he let out a loud groan.

"Aaaagghhh! Fuck! Fuck Rosy!" he panted wildly, his hips squirming and back arching as she continued to grind the head of his cock against her dripping panties. "Fuck fuck fuck...!" He moaned, his whole body tense, toes curled as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm as she gripped his balls in her palm. "I can't... I'm going to cum..." He moaned, his cock throbbing hotly as he hovered on the edge, struggling to keep himself from reaching that orgasmic peak.

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His squirming and screaming only seemed to intensify Rosy's orgasm. Her toes curled tightly in her stockings and her breaths became adorable whines. Her eyes shut to hide them from view as the ocean blue irises rolled back. She heard his plea though, and to help him hold back just a little longer she tightened her grip and yanked on his sack to keep his nuts from pulling up tight to his body. "Oh yes oh yes oh Yes!!" Rosy found her second wave and rode it out for several seconds before finally letting go of his dick to let it bounce in the air with no stimulation.

She panted quietly, still idly tugging on his balls as she calmed down. "I guess," she started, releasing a heavy breath and opening her eyes again. She looked up at him with complete adoration. "We can stop for a little while then." Finally he was released and Rosy took a step back to admire her handy work. "We'll just find you a sexy thong to try and hold that lovely monster of yours, then we can go to the movies! We'll sit all the way in the back so no one can see us. Doesn't that sound fun? Maybe I'll even let you make out with me; but only if you're good." The kitty like smile spoke to what she meant by 'good.' "And keep your dick as hard as a rock until we get there. Think you can do that?"

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But even as Jason reached the edge, she reached her peak, her grip tightening and her hand pulling on his balls, a dull pain shooting through him. He groaned loudly, precum spurting from his tip, forced out by the arousal and her grip, but his orgasm was abated. Her orgasm, however, couldn't have been more sexy, her toes curling and her cute whines of pleasure filling his ears. Once she had finished, slowly grinding on his dick at the conclusion of her orgasm, she released it, essentially edging him once more, the most intense edge yet. His hips shook and his cock throbbed in the air, dripping with both his precum and her arousal, which had leaked through her panties to coat his tip.

Her hand didn't stop with the tormenting of his balls, little light tugs that almost seemed to be meant to remind him who controlled them. Her look of complete adoration had him smitten. There was one thing hotter than a cute girl who loved to be in control---a cute girl who loved to be in control and clearly loved playing with him. And she very much did---there was a look in her eyes that made him feel like he was the perfect little toy for her. And that made him feel so fucking aroused, and even more astonished that this day was not a very very hot dream.

Her explanation of the next step of their day made him squirm slightly. The idea of a thong was still kinda strange to him, but at this point, he'd pretty much do anything for her. When she told him that he would have to keep his dick hard as a rock all the way there in order to make out with her, he smiled slightly, nodding. "I'm not sure... I could calm down if I wanted to." He breathed, smiling slightly. And that was the truth. Just remembering how she pressed herself against him as she rode the very tip of his cock... that mental image made his erection jump instantly to full-mast.

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Rosy watched Jason's dick throb, she watched it twitch and leak, and she watched it more and more until she figured he had backed down from the edge enough for more stimulation. "I'm glad. I think I want it hard all day, but that means you'll never get to cum." Her sparkling eyes turned up to meet her date's gaze, and she smiled oh so sweetly. "That's okay, right?" She asked, reaching out to take a hold of his shaft in a firm, but unmoving grip. "Come on, we'll take a look at some manly pouches to try and hold your sore balls. I doubt anything could really hold in that monster while it's this hard."

Rosy stroked him once, twice, then her grip grew firmer and she began to tug him along by his erection with a happy hum. "Don't worry, I was only joking about the panties earlier. These are definitely for men, nothing frilly about them. They're kinda like a Chip n Dale's dancer speedo." And she was right. The woman pulled him along until they reached her destination and looked over the thongs with an appreciative hum. "You've got a really nice butt, you know. It's a shame to cover it up. What do you think about this one?" She reached for a bright blue pair, before she jumped with excitement, tugging his dick happily. "Oh look, look! We could wear a matching set!"

This time he'd have to run to keep up with her, because she was jogging over to two mannequins, and she wasn't letting go even a little. A male and female plastic pair stood together, each wearing a matching pair. Both had a tuxedo design, with the male's being bigger in the front and the female's tightly clinging to her body. "I love the bow ties, and the buttons in the front! I'll have real easy access to you this way. Want to try them on?"

Idly, she began stroking his throbbing member, twisting her palm over the head both pleasantly and non while she searched for a size to fit them both. "What size pants do you wear?" As her excitement built, her strokes got faster and faster, but the second he got too close her hand stopped and gripped painfully tight... only to start all over again.

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Jason groaned softly as she told him that she wanted to keep him this hard all day, and that meant he wouldn't be allowed to cum. Despite that sound of frustration, he returned her little smile. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll do anything for you." He said softly, meaning every word. Her cute, adoring gaze made him want to pamper her and eat her out for hours at the same time. She grasped his cock, coaxing a soft gasp from his lips as she stroked him briefly, and then used his throbbing organ like a leash, an action that was sooooo hot, leading him around by his dick, owning it so clearly and obviously.

Her assurance that there was nothing feminine about the garments reassured him, and sure enough, as they arrived, the small bits of clothing were definitely designed for men to catch the eye with their barely-hidden masculinity. He didn't even get a chance to respond to her first selection before she pulled him along by his cock to a pair of matching sexy, clingy garments. She broke into a jog and he had to keep up the pace, his sore balls bouncing slightly, making him groan, along with her excited stroking of his cock. He managed to respond, "Definitely. I've always loved women in more tight-fitting lingerie, and I can't complain about you having easy access to me---I obviously love it." He responded with a smile before it dissolved into a moan, her hand twisting over the sensitive head of his cock, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly.

She edged him as she looked through the racks to find the right sizes, and he managed to gasp out an answer between the stimulation, her grip making his hips squirm against her touch.

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"Good, we'll try on this set together," Rosy purred, looking them over while picking up her strokes. They were squishy and slick, and the sound of her precum covered hand gliding over his throbbing dick made her smile with pure glee. She listened intently to his breathing. When she thought it was getting too fast her palm squeezed over the head and held it in a tight, painful grip. "I wonder," she cooed, looking over her shoulder to drink in his sight. "How many times am I not going to let you cum today?" It was rhetorical of course, as the strokes began a new.

With a pretty hum, she edged him twice more in the same manner before her hand pulled away completely. "Okay, lift one foot for me! I'll get them on for you first, then I'll put mine on. Then we can make our way to the movies." Rosy stretched out the material and leaned down to stretch them out for each leg... she was sure to be so close to his throbbing shaft that he'd be able to feel her breath over it. "I'm really excited, so hurry up, okay?" The woman encouraged with the sweetest of smiles.

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With every edge, Jason body stood on end, as if charged with an electric current. Her tight grip made his hips squirm to try and get away instinctively, to try and reach climax, but every time she denied him. The slick, wet sounds of her hand pumping at his precum-coated cock were just as sexually frustrating, and they were hot as hell. He was fairly certain that if she continued this in the movie theater, no one would be able to hear the move over the sexual, squishing sounds of her wonderful hands wrapped around his member.

As she helped him into the tight, clingy material, he couldn't help but shiver at her hot breath teasing just the head of his throbbing cock, frustrated and teased beyond measure, even the slightest touch making his legs shudder in desire and anticipation. He was certain that this was not even the worst teasing she could dole out, but even as it was, he was being driven crazy by her.

But, of course, he loved it, and so he complied, allowing her to help him into the garments as she gave him that sweet smile, that adoration in her eyes as she enjoyed the view of his teased, trembling body. There was so much happiness in her from just being able to play with him. And if being her toy meant being able to make her that happy all the time, he was so ready.

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"There we go," she cooed, helping the fabric bulge and cup over the dripping dick. It was a tight fit, but she managed to cover nearly all of it, leaving only the dripping head exposed. "All packaged up for the ride over." Her sweet tease came with a sweeter giggle. This woman was like candy. "Now be good and wait here for me while I get changed too. This time there's no touching at all. Just stand there and think about all the touching I'll be doing later."

With that, Rosy disappeared behind a few racks of cloths and into the dressing room. She wasn't gone long this time, only a few minutes before she emerged in her original garb and clean as a whistle. Her lingerie of choice was folded in her arms, the tags of the set they were wearing (as well as the wetter sets) held in hand. "Put your pants on Jason, it's time to get going," she assured while brushing off her skirt. She looked as if nothing had happened this past hour or so.

Once he was decent again, she held her hand out for him to take before leading them happily back to the front of the store to buy their clothes.


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Akira stared at the TV, he had almost dropped the glass he was cleaning and his mouth was dropped. It couldn't be him, could it? He continued to stare at the TV, finally moving over closer to it to stare at the man. It was. Akira sat back and bit his lip before pulling out his cell and calling the number on the screen. He had to see him again, if only one more time. Once he booked the tickets he called his friends from the club and begged them to come with him. He couldn't go alone, this was his ex he was going to go see. They had to help him, he wanted to talk to a famous person. Please talk him out of it. The conversation went on for hours going around and around until they finally agreed to go with him and not let him back out of at least attempting to talk to the man.

Akira had already waited five years to see his first love again, but the one week waiting for the concert had seemed like another five years. How he had managed to convince the girls to go with him, he would never know, but he was happy he did. He would have been all too nervous to go back to where everyone was greeting the band before they got into their car to go wherever it was famous people went after. His friends told him it might be easier if he went dressed in his costume for work. After all he was confident in front of the people he danced for, so why not the man he used to love? Which was why Akira was watching the concert in a skirt that was probably on just this side of appropriate and a loose sweater shirt. His hair he had done up in a high ponytail much like he had done when he was in high school.

Once the concert was over Akira waited outside the backdoor to the concert hall. By the time they got there though he was closest to the car. He didn't care though, waiting right where they were was fine with him, as long as he got to see him. In all honesty this was probably for the best, the crowd would probably die down and he'd have a chance to at least say hello to the man. The moment he saw his old boyfriend he called out to him.

He hoped that the man could hear him, there weren't too many groupies left, but the ones that were still there were rather loud. Plus, who knew if his ex even remembered him, it had been five years and now the other was famous. He had heard that famous people tended to forget the people they knew when they were not. Akira wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but he had to explain. He had to let the other know what had happened. He had grabbed a business card from the club and had written his number down on it. He held the card tightly in his hand he wasn't sure if he could even give just that to the man. Perhaps if he could get the other to call him it might be easier.

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The past five years had been a blur. There wasn't much that Shiro remembered or took note off since he graduated and the band he played in took a big step up in the world. They were the first of their kind, daring to mix western rock with Japanese rock, creating a blend that was just right enough to be provocative for the westerns and flashy for the Japanese. Earning them a record deal and their first national tour. Of course that was only the beginning. And being a guitarist was more than just being the coolest guy in the band, it meant the most attention from their fans as well. He had to always keep up appearances, yet for some reason, the break up he had experienced in High School had somehow blocked his romantic side off. He couldn't seem to get engaged in anyone, focusing on his career instead, the few romances he was put up to try died out fast. He had never really rebounded from Akira in all those years.

Now it was time for them to return. They were finishing up their tour and they had the final concert in the city where they grew up. Where it all started. It was a show that wasn't sold out, but then again, it wasn't that big a town and it was the end of the tour. Yet the show was as phenomenal as it always was. For Shiro it was different, the concerts and music was his job, his passion, his romance. He couldn't bring himself past that so he gave it his all. Living for the crowd as many would call it, and as fast as it had begun, as fast did they end the encore number and headed back.

Their manager waited, telling them to gather their jackets and leave everything else to the crew, they were going to meet the fans. Shiro let out a sigh, he'd much rather just get straight on the bus than be forced to deal with a bunch of horny girls swooning over them. They exited together, to the roar of the crowd, yet something caught his attention. Right by the end, at the car, a ponytail that looked familiar, yet before he could see the face, an arm went in front. His heart skipped a beat, could it really be who he thought it was? "Guys, take care of this." Was all he could tell the others as he broke off into a long stride. They hadn't even gotten to dry off, the beads of sweat raining off his forehead, the drenched shirt clinging to his chest, he was fit and slightly muscular, preferring stamina for the long shows over raw strength. His stride long and confident as he got to the end of the line, right before the car.

Once he caught the eyes of the one he thought was a stranger, he froze. The face was too familiar, his eyes moving on their own, as if analyzing the face in front of him. And then it dawned on him, a cold running down his back despite the heat of the night and made him shudder. He couldn't believe it, his ex was at his concert, looking as gorgeous and cute as he remembered. There were only a few memories as he stepped to the boundaries, pushing in between the two security guards. "Akira...!" He was cut off by the men, making him only more determined as he pushed in again. "Akira!" He managed to let out, noticing the hand stretching towards him, but not seeing the business card, he reached out, going for the hand instead, grabbing and wedging himself in between the guards, catching the eyes of his former love, the one who had broken his heart yet never abandoned it. He turned to find a small gap at the fence by the end. "Come!" He demanded, this was the last chance he had before he had to leave, he wasn't going to waste it, pulling his ex with him towards the gap, wanting him to come through as he moved to put himself between Akira and any possible security who might try and stop the cross dressing boy from passing.

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Akira didn't know what to expect. However, when suddenly his ex was standing right in front of him it was like they were transported back in time. He couldn't breathe. Shiro was somehow even more attractive then he had been back in high school. Oh, he really shouldn't have done this. He was just here to explain, to get closure, to apologize. He was not here to fall in love all over again. God, why didn't he just send a letter? Those eyes scanning him and trying to figure out who he was, they made him shift, this was a worse idea than he thought. Now he would have to explain all of this.

He opened his mouth to say Shiro's name once more when the other called to him. It left him breathless again and the only thing he could think of was to hand him the card. He had to give him a way to contact himself. So he reached out and before he knew it, his hand and the card was caught by Shiro's. He wanted to pull away so badly, he had to, before those feelings came back. He was over Shiro he had told himself that for years. For five years. With every man he had been with he told himself, this was the one that would do it, this was the one that would finally push him away from his feelings for Shiro. It never seemed to work out.

Next thing he knew he was being told to go to a spot where the guards and fence had disappeared. He bit his lip and was moving forward before he could stop himself, tell the other no, tell the other to just call him. Soon he was next to his former love. He looked down at himself, this outfit did not make him any braver in front of Shiro. He bit his lip, "H-hi..." He murmured, a small blush forming on his cheeks. "Shiro... I... um..." He tried, the words refused to get out, so he showed the man the card, the number, very carefully hiding the rest of the card. As he had been holding it he realized that Shiro had no idea what had happened to him. He wished he had a pen. He could have just written on Shiro's hand, it would have looked like he was just some sex crazed fan. God, he was an idiot. "Call me?" He managed to get out, refusing to look the other in the eye.

Meanwhile, his friends where pressing forward, trying to hear the conversation. They wanted to know why Akira wanted to see this guy again. They knew who this person was and what he meant to their friend, but they didn't know why on Earth Akira would want to draw up feelings he had been trying so hard to get rid of for the time they had known him. They got a little too close and were stopped by the guards and they started to tell the guards off as they watched their friend hand over the card. "Does he..." one of them started "I don't think it quite got through that head of his what that would look like." "Oh..." They sighed as the guard moved to block Shirk and thus Akira from them and moved back to telling off the guard. This is what distracted Akira. He glanced over to his friends and frowned, "I um... call me!" He repeated as he turned to go stop his friends from harassing the man who was only doing his job. He was honestly glad the girls had distracted him, he could feel all eyes on him waiting to see what Shiro and he would do.

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Seeing his old ex again, Shiro couldn't believe his eyes. Aside from the older looking face and features, it was their first high school meeting all over again. Everything else didn't matter, the security guards by the fences didn't matter, the fences could disappear and he would've hugged him tight and probably not let go. Yet he realized quickly the pain, the worry in Akira's eyes, as if he was doubting coming there. Shiro froze, trying to comprehend if this was his fault or not. Things seemed to move so fast, yet all in slow motion. Every encounter he'd had with someone else, men, women, they didn't matter. None of them came anywhere close to the passion he sought after, the passion that hadn't left him since high school. His heart was still broken, he had tried piecing it together, mending it with half-hearted solutions. It was either alcohol or another failed attempt at falling in love with someone else that'd brought him deeper into the devastation over why he couldn't seem to move on.

"Hey." Shiro managed to reply, trying to cover them so the guards wouldn't get to separate them. He didn't know what to say first of all, there was so much, and then suddenly Akira spoke, or at least tried. It didn't seem to be more than a few words, before the card was shown, the one from where Akira worked now. Without seeing the name, it looked interesting, fancy. And then the two words. Asking him to call his ex, but without looking him in the eye. Shiro was distressed, trying to figure out a response as he could see some girls in the back trying to get closer, at first thinking it might be crazy fan girls, but then realizing they seemed interested in Akira as well.

He wanted to say something, to invite them all over. But the car wasn't big enough, and it was only taking them to the hotel. He couldn't bring them all into the room he had. Despite their status, they had rather simple rooms meant for them to relax in. He realized that he had to do something the moment Akira's attention disappeared. He looked down, realizing he hadn't removed anything since he came out from the stage. And as his lover was turning around, he made up his mind.

He still had the card in one hand as he grabbed the sweatband around his free hand, pulling it off, moving half-ways past the fence, doing the one thing he had been told not to do, not to move past the barrier and to the fans. But he had to do it as a security guard moved to push him back. "Aki!" The nickname he'd given his ex was all he could muster before he thrust his hand forward, managing to push it into the palm of his ex's hand. "Hold onto it for me!" He called out as he was moved back into the middle with the others, his other hand clutching the card with the number written on it. He needed to make the call, to talk with his ex. He needed to find out if they were more or if they could finally get each other the closure they obviously needed. Everything past that happened so fast, blanking out, he didn't remember getting in the car, it was big enough for them all and the manager to sit and look at each other, and he was being scolded for breaking the one security rule they'd been given. Yet it didn't seem to matter, all he could do was stare at the business card, seeing the sign of a girl on a pole below the name, and then the number as the band was taken to the hotel for their final night's rest.

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Akira turned back when he heard his nickname. How he hated that nickname. It made him want to run, but at the same time he couldn't ignore it. That was Shiro's nickname for him. Shiro was the only one to call him that, he refused to let anyone else call him Aki. He looked confused at the hand flying out but grabbed whatever was shoved into his hand. He looked down at the item and then back to Shiro before once again looking down and being distracted by his friends. He held his hand and the sweatband close to his chest before he turned around once again and left, heading out with his friends.

He had work the following night. Why on Earth did he hand that card to his ex? It wasn't like he would really be able to talk to him over the phone during the night, and he slept most of the day... God... that card didn't have the address on it did it? Shiro wouldn't actually come to the club would he? Akira questioned himself over and over. At first he would think one thing but then realize that five years was a long time and so much could have changed. He had no idea what Shiro would do, hell, he might not even call or show up or anything. "But then why give me the sweatband?" he mumbled to himself as he paced around his apartment, attempting to get ready for work. He huffed and attempted to pull off a small punk rocker look as he checked himself in the mirror. He played with the hem of the pleated plaid skirt and sighed, "It really does need fish nets..." he murmured and moved to get changed once again into fishnet stockings instead of the knee highs he had on.

Once he finished getting ready he headed off to work, checking his phone a billion and one times waiting for the other to call. He moved towards his locker in the back of the club and placed his phone inside, checking it just one more time. Would he even answer if Shiro called? He might be too scared to even pick the phone up if the man called. He grabbed a business card off the break room table and took a look at it, "Fuck." he whispered and sighed, everything was on there. The address, the phone number to the place, the website that Shiro could find video's of Akira on, and on the back a blank white space... where Akira had written his personal number. God he was such an idiot. This was not how he wanted Shiro to find out.

He shook his head, either way it was too late now he moved out front and practice his routine as the owner of the club watched. The owner made pointers or asked for something else as he went through it one more time a bit slower so comments could be made and changed faster. The club would open soon and the poles would be used and according to the schedule Akira was up for lap dances that night.

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It was a haze from the car and on, Shiro didn't remember much of the concert or afterwards when he woke up the next morning, a dull throb in the back of his head. Miraculously, he'd somehow made it to bed, his arm hanging out over the side as his fingers moved, touching the wet carpet by the edge of the bed. His eyes snapped open, and he tossed himself around to sit up, only to feel the reeling force of his hangover, sending him backwards with a groan onto the soft mattress. He remembered seeing his ex after the concert, giving him the sweatband, nothing more than that. As he slowly regained his senses, he managed to sit up without being too dizzy, noticing the nearly empty bottle of vodka in the wet spot on the carpet, it seemed most of the alcohol that'd been left was seeped into the soft, smooth cloth of the carpet. As he looked around, it swirled for a bit as his eyes steadied, the hangover was heavy and when he noticed the business card on the nightstand, he remembered why. In flashes, he realized what he'd done after getting back to the hotel.

He'd taken the bottle and begun drinking, looking at the card, trying to find out if he should text, or call, or even do anything with it. He hadn't bothered checking the info on it about the place mentioned or the website to said place. The picture told him enough, it wasn't a place he'd heard of, but he was sure someone could tell him if he remembered to later. For now he needed to get up and get a shower, as the stench of the concert shirt from yesterday hit him mixed with his own alcohol induced sleep.

The rest of the day was spent getting told he had a couple of days vacation before their manager wanted to see them again, they were free to stay at the hotel or go to visit their families, and he had already planned to see his folks. He had to have a taxi called to take him home, where he spent most of the time apologizing profusely for not being completely sober, looking like a mess and being accused of doing drugs. It was the last thing he needed so when it was done, it was already past opening time for Akira's workplace.

Shiro couldn't help himself at that time, he'd brought the card with him, the number on it. Yet as he tried calling it, it rang and went on answering machine. By the time he managed to find a taxi to take him there, he'd left three silent voicemails. He didn't know what to say, so instead he went there. Told the driver the address, and then sat back, prepared to pay to reach his destination. It was the longest drive he'd ever had, still hungover, the dull throbbing had gone down to the occasional lightheaded throb as he at least had food in his stomach to help clear it out of his system.

For some reason his memories were a blur, as he got out and stood in front of the door to the place, looking at the two bouncers, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. And now he was heading inside, the music already playing, the locals and regulars taking up most of the seats as he went around. Dressed in a pair of black jeans, with a band shirt, as he always did when he wasn't playing a concert or working with the others, in a yellow color, his spiky blue hair made him stand out. Yet he went to the bar, the first thing he needed was a drink to push the last of his hangover out. Then he would try and find Akira. Shiro could feel that he needed to, it was as if he would go insane if he didn't at least attempt to find consolation.

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So far Akira had had an easy shift. Which was good as his mind was only on one thing. He had even managed to get to his phone on break and listened to the silent voicemails. He sighed after the third one and got up to put his phone back in his locker. And that's when Christie came running on her too high high heels over to Akira. "Akira! Akira! Akira! That---" she paused to catch her breath and place her hand on Akira's shoulder, "That boy from the concert, he's here." she managed to, get out, giving a wide smile. "I can't believe he actually showed up! I thought for sure he'd stay away once he realized what this place was, but he's here!" she seemed over joyed to be sharing this information with Akira, Akira however looked anything but joyous.

"Thanks Christie..." he murmured and hugged the girl, "look, I---I don't know, do you think it was a mistake? I mean, come on, look at me!" he said, motioning to his outfit. He had switched out of his punk rock outfit for this lovely little ice queen number. He now had dark blue short shorts and a dark blue peasant cutoff shirt that was just loose in the right areas to give an illusion of a small breasted woman. "What if---" he started, being cut off as he heard his name. "Shit." he murmured and hurried over to the stage area.

The lights in the club turned a light blue and aimed right at the stage waiting as the announcer came forth, "Well good evening ladies and gentleman! We've got a special treat for you! Our own resident ice queen is back and ready to show off her moves! Please give a warm or should I say freezing welcome to Akira the Ice Queen!" the announcer called out as he moved to hide behind the curtains of the stage before Akira moved out to the beat of the music. As he moved towards the center pole he ran his hand through his hair, giving the most bitch look he could muster before he grabbed the pole and spun. Once he planted his feet again on either side of the pole he dropped squatting as he straddled the pole. He came back up slowly humping the pole, giving off a light smirk to a few of the closer seated men. He winked before taking the string that held his top together and pulled, and as the string came undone his shirt fell off his body and laid forgotten behind him. He slowly worked his way up the pole, doing a few tricks as he moved up higher before spinning back down the pole. When he reached the bottom he moved so his back was against the pole and his hips moved out just so. He worked on his shorts, slowly pulling the zipper and letting the shorts slide off his body leaving him only a tiny thong giving just enough fabric to hide what was important. He ended his routine with a lean forward, showing off just how flexible he still was.

With his pole routine over he still danced around a bit as he allowed men to stuff their dollars down his tiny thong. He would pick up a few, from the stage, showing his ass off to the other side of the stage. And all the while he did this he was doing everything he could to not make any form of sight related contact with the man he had been told was somewhere in the crowd. "Don't forget guys, this ice queen can be yours for a quick lap dance all you have to do is pay!" the announcer stated as Akira finished up gathering his clothes and headed off to get redressed in his punk rocker outfit yet again. He sighed a bit and set the cash aside in the jar that was labeled his for later, before heading out to the front once again to work the laps that were willing to pay.


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The rest of the week Riley had fun torturing Taylor. Spending the morning bus ride not speaking or acknowledging his presence even if he did attempt to talk with her. Instead of engaging in conversation she'd merely turn up her music and focus on her sketches. This was the same treatment that she gave him on the bus ride home it was her way of detaching for the day to help her mind try and refocus to her studies. Never once did she consider the plan to be foolproof. Each morning Riley found herself waking up with a painful boner caused by various dreams of Taylor. Each night her dreams became more graphically intense turning into sexual fantasies that started to affect her creative process until they were drawn out on paper.

As soon as she was off the bus Riley would greet her pet with some form of sexual harassment. Starting with name calling and followed by a pinch, slap or grope of his ass. Each time her hand touched his perky backside Riley found herself slightly more aroused. Then it was off to the first class of the day where Riley would draw out her dreams in the same anime style artwork. Once finished she'd add a degrading statement about her pet. The drawing would then be folded up and sent to Taylor's desk. Once that period was over, if she hadn't hazed him for lunch money, Riley would shove him against the locker, or wall demanding him to hand it over. When passing him in the hallway, Riley poked fun at him by calling him a pretty boy, or babe then to change it up she'd attempt to trip him on occasions just for a laugh.

However, physical education was by far her favorite class thanks to Taylor. The boring exercise routine was worth the time she got to spend with her prey. One day she even convinced Taylor to play hoops before revealing that she was actually very athletic. Those that watched them play saw Taylor struggle and Riley let the boys laugh at his lack of shooting ability. She even cracked a joke, "if he can't shoot a ball into a hoop, I doubt he has the ability to even shoot skeet." One of their classmates added, "I doubt he has ever climaxed or has the balls to." Not tolerating the comment Riley defused it by punching the boy in the arm making it go numb. The humiliation Taylor endured tickled her nethers and she enjoyed the tingling feeling too much to stop.

Today though was Friday which meant that there was a pep-rally for the school sports teams and nothing made her gag like having to fain school spirit. There was something about her that was off, she hadn't bullied Taylor all day and didn't bother asking him for his lunch money either. Instead, she would skip her class where Taylor would be at lunch and decided to drop in and see if she could find him.

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Taylor had been finding this game, to put it lightly, extremely taxing. More than just the physical abuse, mentally it was still a battle between hating and enjoying it. He came to the conclusion that perhaps he enjoyed it because she was the only social interaction that he was getting. He hardly even saw his own mother anymore with her new working schedule. That, and he convinced himself to accept that he was perhaps just a masochist to some small extent.

Additionally he had been saving each of Riley's drawings and occasionally he touched himself to them... though he always felt dirty about it. With each new drawing, the less shameful it became. It was simply fun to imagine the situations, he'd admit. What he was unsure of was how he'd actually feel if any of the drawings came true. They certainly looked uncomfortable... he almost tried a dog collar on at the store, but chickened out in fear of someone watching.

Though he was having trouble remembering his dreams, he always woke up with an erection. Sometimes he proved to himself that he can ignore such urges, other times he pulled out the drawings. On the bus, it was always the same seat with the same quiet conditions.

Today however, Taylor noticed that Riley was leaving him alone. No pushing, groping, extorting... nothing. He felt compelled to ask her if something was wrong, but he probably shouldn't be reinforcing her behavior with encouragement like that. At lunch he always ate at the far end of the furthest table, where a few other nerdy kids ate in communal silence. Finally Taylor had the money to eat; even if the schools food wasn't particularly tasty. He didn't seem to notice Riley or her search.

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"I didn't realize we had so many underclassmen," commenting quietly to herself as she wandered around the courtyard and cafeteria. Riley's lunch period was only about half the size and not nearly as congested. Pushing her way through the lunch line, she only had to threaten one boy who tried to drop scrote with her. He quickly cowered down the moment she turned and approached him and a few of the guys in line laughed. "Trying to find a fem-boy shouldn't be this damn hard," Riley groaned mentally shoving a budding goth against the door frame which led to the interior of the eatery.

Inside the noise level alone mimicked that of being the poor sap that had to be next to the subwoofer at a rock concert it was hard to track any conversation as they all seemed to meld into a single noise file. None the less she kept on looking until her radar went off and she spotted her quarry. "There you are my pet," none of the teachers seemed to notice or care that an upperclassman was in the lunchroom, she did stand out and most teachers who taught her never forgot who she was. As she approached the far tables Riley stopped a boy who wasn't paying attention and nearly spilled his lunch on her, "hey watch it!" Snapping harshly only to receive a muttered apology, "whatever," snatching his 2% milk carton off the tray.

"Hey babe," speaking loud enough that anyone within three feet of her could have heard it if they were attempting to listen in, Riley called out to Taylor before putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning in to whisper, "Your shirt's a little short. Now all I can think about is you with a tramp stamp," she'd take a seat making sure her outer thigh was touching his. "We have a pep-rally today, I want you to skip it and meet me in the girls' locker rooms when they call for an assembly. The cheerleaders will already be out in the gym and as soon as it's over they are going to bed heading to practice. It's winter but our school has off-season games to keep the boys in shape."

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Taylor nearly choked up his bite of Pierogi as Riley grabbed his shoulders and whispered into his ear but he did manage to keep it down. He looked over as she sat next to him and pitched her idea. The other students surrounding the pair where very disinterested in being near Riley, as some of them decided to take their trays in early.

"Uhm..." He put his hands together and twiddled his thumbs. "Why, exactly? I-I mean I just---okay." He sunk deeper into the seat as his nerves tickled his gut. Wondering what could possibly await him, he let his imagination run wild. It could just be a simple hazing session of course... but they were going to be alone. Profound imagery flashed before his eyes and his pants suddenly felt tighter.

The students were suppose to report to their next class and then they'd be called down by grade in descending order. Taylor would find himself growing more eager with each second that passed.

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As he caved Riley patted him on the head, "Good boy," she'd give him a small amount of praise. "I'll be waiting and if you don't show up..." getting back up from the bench Riley knew that hanging around too long may draw attention to herself she'd lean in once more whispering, "I may be forced to tell everyone about that itty bitty dicky you have in your pants, yeah, I saw it." Nipping his ear lobe Riley would head out of the lunchroom pleased with herself and off to hide out in one of the old art rooms, she still had time to draw a little before Taylor's lunch was over.

Riley was sitting on the back of a toilet with her feet on the rim of the seat waiting for Taylor, she heard his grade being called to the gymnasium, "he better show up." Elbows resting on her knees, holding her phone in her hands, Riley watched the minutes tick. "I need to get his phone number and his social media accounts." It hadn't occurred to her until that moment that she had never asked or demanded that he give her information. As the freshman class was summoned, Riley started to become annoyed, she hadn't heard the locker door open and her patients were running thin.

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The boy's face flushed as Riley threatened him so before leaving. His aforementioned throbbed at her words, leaving Taylor wondering why he is so messed up. He did have to admit that at least it was convenient that he was weird in this way. If he hated it, this would be Hell.

Passing through the locker room door, Taylor looked around sheepishly. The lights were already on, so he knew that Riley was here, but he didn't see her. He half expected her to jump out of nowhere and press himself into a locker. "Uhm... Riley...?" He asked aloud in a hushed tone which barely traveled above the sound of the crowded gymnasium next door.

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Climbing down and exiting the stall Riley's mood changed just by hearing his voice, "Aw, you are a well obedient pet." Cooing as she moved closer to him Riley reached out and grabbed Taylor by his shirt. "I've been wondering something," motioning to the bench where most set to put on their shoes. "Why don't you bend that saucy body over that bench for me to get a good look at that ass," releasing his shirt she'd wait to give him the option to do as he was told.

Waiting on him Riley started to unfasten her belt pulling the black leather belt with pyramid spikes off, doubling it up. Popping it against her left hand a few times in a threatening manner, her pants were tightening already with desire at the mere thought of spanking him.

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Taylor blinked at her, mouth agape from disbelief. A plethora of conflicting thoughts flooded his mind; most abundantly those of protest and arousal. Despite the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering about his stomach at the thought of obeying her command, an objection fell out of his mouth ungracefully. "I-I-I-... what---Why? I-I just---I mean, I... that's... that's..." He itched his rosy cheek in nervous thought before his eyes met with her threatening belt brandishing.

Gulping, he looked down to his feet and slowly made his way over to the bench. When he got there, he turned half-way and looked to her. "Isn't this going a bit far, maybe?" He asked quietly while avoiding her eyes. He was torn, and it showed in both his expression and the bulge in his pants. He was reluctant to bend over the bench but again, his knees were weak with the temptation.

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Riley was giddy, she wasn't even sure if she was going to be able to keep a straight face, the sheer stammering in his voice had her cock twitching with excitement. "Babe, whatever do you mean?" Inquiring with a hand on her own hip, the belt lightly hitting her own thigh and a raised brow. Her body was nearly shivering with pleasure, and part of her knew that is was a mere scare tactic to see how he would react.

Standing there her eyes gazing over his body Riley slowly licked her lips as her nipples harden under the soft material of the bra. Hazed on in a sea of pleasure from this it took her a moment to shake back into reality, cracking the whip against the nearby wall, "I said bend over, don't make me ask again babe." Firmly snapping at him with a harsher tone while reaching into her back pocket to pull out her cellphone, if it wasn't in her hands that's where the device lived.

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Staring back at Riley a few seconds longer, Taylor finally turned towards the bench; not noticing the cellphone. The feminine boy hovered there for a moment as well to further contemplate. He never thought that it would actually come to this... that rush of excitement he got from looking at Riley's drawings was now soaring once more through his veins to prompt the boy into lowering himself. "Okay..." He said timidly; followed by his knees hitting the floor.

Then he leaned forward, planting his elbows onto the bench and burying his red-hot face into the palms of his unsteady hands. Now he was fully exposed to her acrimony---both now alone and in solitude. Moving up from his wide hips, exposed lower back with his back dimples, up to his slim waist and then his shoulders, Riley was able to see Taylor's gentle allure being impeded only by thin clothes. No longer did she have to picture him in a compromising position---for here he was.

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"Mmm," nearly moaning as she watched Taylor bend over, his round backside facing her direction tightening her Tripp pants to the point a bulge was almost visible. Her swollen cock begged to be released from the bindings of her panties, but Riley resisted. "Damn, you have a nice ass," the punk girl would step up to her prey popping him on his right check watching it jiggle. "A plump ass to cushion the pelvis, and a tiny tight pleasure ring perfect for cock milking." Running her thumb along the back seam line tracing between Taylor's cheek. Giggling, "don't scream," was the only warning he would get before his ass was met with her belt forcefully, three powerful swatches and Riley had to stop herself. Unsure sure how much she could take as her cock ached Riley didn't want to accidentally bring herself to a climax.

Turning on the video record feature, "What do you think the boys would do if I were to handcuff you to the bench, tape your tiny dick into a pair of panties and rip a hole in the back of them," Riley asked her free hand that was still holding the belt slowly rubbed his tender butt, "Then left a sign that said anal slut." Shooting the scene from a POV perspective making sure to get in all his gloriousness, "Do you think they'd take turns stretching you, rendering your gaping ass as useless as your laughable cock?"

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Taylor kept his face buried in his hands as Riley struck his backside, making the boy whimper quietly. The pain resonated harshly from each cheek, surely reddened under his pants. Ever since her thumb trailed near his sensitive hole, his cock was throbbing like crazy. To be so compromised... so defenseless and ripe for Riley's torment... though pained, his body was shaking eagerly.

As his bully started portraying the situation of being cuffed and used, he imagined it vividly. He could nearly feel his ass being thrust into---being pumped full of cum. Still unaware of the camera, though he had his suspicions, he took his head out of his hands to look back over his shoulder sheepishly. As she asked the question at the end, he returned his head to it's resting spot. "Y-Yes..."

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"Look at me Taylor," Riley commanded striking him once more with her belt. "How many cocks have been in that snug rump of yours?" Personally, she was questioning to see if Taylor was really into guys or if he was just submissive. Riley hoped for the latter of the two. Suspecting that she'd never say it out loud, or at least not anytime soon, Riley knew she liked him a lot. His feminine features send a tickle to her shaft and hefty sac releasing an unfamiliar feeling. Girls had never piqued her interest although the thoughts of Taylor cross-dressing plagued her mind nightly. After all, the passive blonde was beautiful amidst soft features and had all the curves that her body was lacking. The reality was Riley doubted that without making him (or any guy) submit to her she wouldn't have a chance at a relationship.

_Why am I getting off to this,_ questioning herself mentally while waiting for her pet to respond. The embarrassing and humiliating torment she was putting him through made her body come alive. Hearing people laugh at him, and spread rumors like wildfire caused her pleasure. Until Taylor came to her school she had been able to control her sexual urges however now she didn't want those feelings to stop. _I want to feel his warm lips wrapped around my thick cock and hear my balls slapping against him as I fuck that tight ring._ Riley's thoughts were starting to get out of control she was losing herself luckily his voice drew her back into the moment.

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Wincing after the hit, Taylor peeked back at her. "N-None! I swear!" He shifted in place a little. "I'm... I'm not into guys." Which was a blatant lie. Though he didn't consider himself a very sexual person by nature, sometimes he did imagine himself with a few of his male classmates... being so, he was also attracted to girls and their curvy bodies. As the best of both worlds, taller girls with toned muscles really caught Taylor's attention. Assertive girls. Girls like Riley.

As he looked up at her still, he found himself staring, and lusting for her in his mind. The desire for a closer look at her face was eating at him. To feel her pretty lips against his own... the way she was making him feel in this moment, he felt driven to please her. He found the fact that he seemed to bring her so much enjoyment to be deeply fulfilling.

_No. Stop._ He thought to himself. _She's just bullying me. If I let myself confuse this further with affection, I'll be truly crazy. And I'd gain a broken heart._

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"None?" Her voice came out more questioning then she had intended, "That's a shame, what use is this perfectly plump ass then?" Yearning to touch herself Riley instead walked around and stooped before Taylor making sure to have the video rolling. "I think you're lying to me, and that's not very nice," she grabbed a handful of his golden locks, Riley forced him to look directly at her phone. "I think you are just dying to choke on an oversized dick, Taylor." Saying his name again for the recording, her hand releasing his hair, tracing down his cheek where she'd run her thumb over his lips. "So soft," cautiously she'd insert two fingers into his mouth ready to react if he dared to bite her. "So warm, show me how you'd suck a cock," demanding Riley kept her tone calm, this was dangerous she knew if she wasn't careful he may catch a glimpse of something she wasn't ready for him to see.

A release was all her body craved. The mixture of feelings from treating her prey in this manner plus the recording which Riley knew she'd watch over and over had her untouched tip leaking with precum threatening to stain the inside of her Tripp pants as it slowly soaked through her boyshorts.

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The boy's eyes widened at Riley's demand with her fingers now in his mouth. His eyebrows arched up, pleading for her to stop; the phone in particular scared him. Was she so cruel as to share a video of this? Or... perhaps this was for herself. He dared not think on it further, it was already humiliating being like this.

But he didn't bite her. Instead, closing his eyes now, he just went along with it. Beginning to softly suck, his tongue rubbed the underside of Riley's fingers. Poor Taylor didn't know what he was doing; at this point, he was just giving in to the arousal. It was only her fingers, but the act felt intimate. Her words, while crude, made him feel pretty and desired. _Is this how some of the boys see me...? Am I really so girly? Does Riley really think so? Does she like me...?_

A thousand questions of that sort were asked, and none answered. Though, he knew the answers he'd prefer...

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His soft tongue rubbing against the underside of her finger's nearly sent her over the edge, his lips snuggly wrapped around her digits suckling caused that sudden surge to push past. Riley bit down hard on her own tongue barely able to hold bare the moan as she came hard in her pants. Body shaking slightly, she nearly fell backward onto her butt from the system overload. It would take her a few seconds to recover, slowly releasing her tongue from clenched teeth Riley exhaled hoping he didn't realize what just happened as a faint blush coated her cheeks. Pulling her saliva soaked fingers from Taylor's warm cavern, Riley wiped her fingers off on her Tripp pants looking deep into the others breathtaking orbs.

The pep rally was still in full swing, and she needed to clean up without him in the room, "You're such a good boy." Playing it off as smoothly as she could before shopping the recording, "why don't you run along now babe, I'll see you on the bus later." Dismissing him, she'd wait for the locker room door to close before going into one of the stalls where she'd attempt to clean herself up, _I guess I can scratch climaxing at school off my bucket list._

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Taylor opened his eyes as Riley's hand retracted, seeing her blush. _Did she enjoy that...?_ He stood up at her dismissal and nodded, turning to leave without a word. Stepping out, he meant to ask her what she was going to do with the video. However, he was too engulfed in his own thoughts to remember to do so. Instead, dictated by his still-throbbing erection, he was focused on getting to a restroom stall. He decided to go to the restroom nearest his locker. Sitting now on the toilet, with his pants around his ankles, he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it. As he did so, his mind was focused on the events that just happened.

_Riley was so... rough and strong._ He thought, letting perverse imagery flow into his head. _She could force me to do anything...!_ Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he pictured Riley bending him over a table and sliding a strap-on into his ass while writing 'bitch' on his ass with a sharpie and taking a picture. Within just seconds of starting, Taylor clenched his jaw and shot three small streams of cum onto the floor in front of him.

Taking deep breaths now, he relaxed. After cleaning up the mess he made with toilet paper, he decided that he'd just wait here until the assembly let out and it was time to board the bus. His mind was a mess, and the rally was no place to sort his morals. When it was time to board the bus, perhaps he'd try to ask Riley about her plans with the video...? Truthfully, he was scared to know.