IMANNO'S ORDEAL - Part Two - COLORS and Short Fiction!

 Despite his mounting fear, Imanno’s schlong was still rock fucking solid and his premajac was still flowing aplenty.  

Within moments, Felicia was escorted back into the bedroom by her two captors. Still gagged, she couldn’t speak, but the expression of horror spoke volumes as she laid eyes on her helpless husband.  

Imanno was covered in sweat, glistening in the moon-glow. He was clearly afraid. The Reapers, at Elol’s behest, had cuffed and chained his wrists and ankles. He lay naked on his back upon the mattress, his powerful legs forced wide apart and his arms pulled high above his head. The thick hair of his pits was matted and damp, spiked into unruly tufts. His every muscle was tense and flexed from the stress and fear.   

His chiseled torso rose up and down quickly with every shallow, panicked breath.  

His nipples had been mercilessly pinched, chomped down upon by a twin pair of heavy, cruel metal clamps.  

Felicia surveyed her husband’s body with mounting apprehension. Upon seeing his painfully tormented tits, she grew even more concerned about his pretty dangly bits. What would these fiends do to her lover’s beautiful sexual organs?

She lowered her eyes.  

Imanno’s cock had been imprisoned by a number of massive metal rings. His organ was clearly being tightly constricted by the cruel contraptions – it was almost deep purple.  

It struck Felicia just how beautiful the intricate veins of his shaft were, now even more pronounced as they pulsed with blood all over his tender, caged wiener.  

An additional ring had collected his balls.

Imanno customarily shaved his entire body, but a few months ago, Felicia had managed to convince him to let his pubes and body hair regrow. Even now, caged and squeezed such as they were, his flushed oysters were magnificent – heavy, filled with cum – covered in that downy hair she loved so much. She had often joked about how she enjoyed the way his fuzzy nuthairs tickled her chin every time she sucked him off. Honestly, this embarrassed him a touch, but he liked that she liked it.  

Lastly, a smaller, half-moon metal band with ball bearings at each end wrapped itself just below the corona of his very pink and swollen glans. The ring was clearly two sizes too small, and it compressed her husband’s poor shaft terribly. His knob looked about ready to burst. The little slit at its tip yawned wider than it typically, naturally did, obviously pried open from the pressure exerted by the ring.   

It all looked so uncomfortable. Painful as Hell. Despite this, Felicia found herself getting wet.

Even restrained such as he was – perhaps even because of it – Imanno was the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon. She’d fallen for him at first sight, nearly two years ago on Pillahr. His bravery and courage had impressed her. His physical beauty had aroused her. But it had been his spirit and kindness that had melted her heart completely.  

She loved him, pure and simple. And now, there was nothing she could do to help him.  

Tears welled in his eyes and threatened to flow as Imanno looked at Felicia, trying his best to be strong and brave for the woman he loved.  

“I… I’m sorry, babe” was all he could bring himself to say.  

She wanted more than anything to tell him he had nothing to be sorry for. That none of this was his fault, or even remotely on him. That the only thing he was guilty of was being physically exquisite, a prime male specimen, making him such a desirable target to Scoundrels such as these Reapers.  

But she was gagged. She could only voice these things with her eyes and hope that Imanno would somehow understand her meaning.  

Satisfied that all required parties were present, Elol personally went to work on getting Imanno off.  

He was not gentle. At first, he slapped the Felinoid’s rigid erection around producing painful sounding smacking sounds. Imanno’s cock jounced about like a metronome made of hard, warm flesh. He yelped   and his cock produced yet more clear precum that swung around in a long, lazy glistening lasso sort of strand.  

“Your hubby’s a beautiful male, Miss Felicia. Big, buff and toned… and that massive sausage – woof!” Elol teased. “Look at all that prejizz! Shit! I bet this fucker’s impressive when he shoots, and I’m sure he shoots loads and loads! Bet he likes to cream all over your big titties, don’t he?”  

Elol grasped Imanno’s cock and stroked him roughly and quickly, the delicate flesh of his foreskin yanking painfully, tugging at his glazed plum.  

Imanno’s asshole, which up to this point the Reapers had miraculously left unattended, twitched and clenched as he felt the moment of release draw near.  

Imanno gasped out loud when two fingers pushed past the pretty pink pucker of his anus. They delved and shoved and bore in further – deeper and with abandon – wriggling and stretching him open, searching for… AH… THERE! That magical little spot in a man’s backside which could amplify pleasure immensely, igniting fire works across the entire body.  

He writhed and moaned and mewled frantically. The Reapers kept their grip firm, like vices of skin and bone upon his body. His cock felt like it might literally catch fire from the furious, rhythmic friction of Elol’s hand.  

Imanno could not hold the inevitable at bay any longer. One last glance to his wife, who was somewhere between being transfixed/mesmerized and in complete shock as she watched him forcefully milked by these goons.  

Finally, his mind went blank. Mercifully, the moment had arrived. Imanno wailed until his throat went hoarse as his whole body quaked, shaken by one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced. Volley upon volley of thick white cream erupted from his penis, spattering his abdomen, his beefy tits and handsome face with familiar warmth.  

The Reaper boss didn’t let him off easy. He was intent on seeing Imanno’s balls drained. Her husband’s orgasm seemed to last eternally and Felicia once again found herself marveling at his masculine beauty.  

Imanno’s dark, flocked flesh was resplendent with semen. 

He fought to regain his breath. 

Once he’d felt his orgasm had passed, he begged Elol to stop stroking his erection. The villain did not. Instead, he moved his attention directly to Imanno’s now purple plum. Round and round he rubbed the slippery knob – fast and furious – cruelly satisfied, knowing this would drive the Felinoid into a sort of sexual hysteria.  

“STOP! OH F… FUCK! STOOOOP! PLEASE! OH G… GODS… PLEEEEASE! IT’S TOO SENSITIVE… OH GODS… PLEAAAASE! STOP RUBBING IIIIIT!”  

Imanno screamed and sobbed and howled in a mad frenzy, desperate for his dick to be left alone. This only fueled the Reaper’s perverse pleasure.  

“Not yet, boy. I bet there’s more cum in those big hairy balls.” Elol taunted, giving Imanno’s orbs several good smacks.

“I bet you can nut some more for your pretty wife!”  

“UUUUAAAAHHHHHHH!”

His glans absolutely felt as though it were ablaze! Every nerve in the helmet of Imanno’s penis screamed with unbearable, mind-breaking, sensory overload. It was, of course, delicious torment.  

Another generous salvo of sperm erupted from Imanno’s hardon. Followed, by another and another, and finally, another. By the his sixth forced orgasm, very little nutbutter was produced. Could it be, Imanno’s plump stones had finally run dry?

Elol relented at last. The exhausted Felinoid lay drenched in his own sweat and spunk, laboring for breath, on the brink of complete collapse.  

"Hmmmm. Gorgeous! I'll be sounding the fuck outta that dick, soon, boy. Hell, yeah! I even got special rods made just for this big beautiful dick! It's gonna hurt real nice and good."

The Reaper boss bent down and wrapped his lips around Imanno’s mushroom head, never taking his eyes off Felicia, who to this point had remained silent and near immobile, transfixed by the spectacle she’d been made to witness.   

Finally, Imanno’s proud penis began to lose its rigidness. Elol nipped at his foreskin and slid his tongue beneath it, slurping loudly, savoring the dark cat’s spent semen. Imanno, drained in every sense of the word, lapsed into a deep sleep.

When Elol released the now flaccid cock, it dropped against its owner’s tummy with an audibly loud slapping sound. The heavy meat lolled there, still drooling sperm, covered in Elol’s stinking saliva.  

“Gods, what a beauty. That was fucking intense, eh, boys?” the Reaper leader asked his cronies rhetorically.  

“And we’re just getting started, aren’t we?”  

Felicia’s heart dropped into her gut! Had they not done enough to the man she loved, already? What further torment and humiliation could they possibly wreak upon him? What additional horror would his male anatomy be made to endure?  

“You know, Miss Felicia, this is all your fault. A few years back, you wronged our client. Now, he wants you to pay. He wants you to suffer. The best way for us to make sure that happens is to keep doing nasty shit to your hunky husband.”  

“Mrrrmmmff! UURMFGH!” protested the Sivan beauty, still gagged, still restrained. Still frustratingly helpless!  

“It’s a real bonus that he’s such a fine piece of ass. I gotta say, the boy is somethin’ special. This was some of the most fun I’ve had on the job in a long time. And Hell – it was only round one. You ain’t gonna believe what we have in store for him next.”

Somehow, as the thugs hoisted Imanno’s unconscious form from his bed and carried him outside to the courtyard, Felicia had a feeling she probably wouldn’t. She knew things would get worse for Imanno – more sexually intense, but no way, no how could she possibly have conceived of the things her man would be made to endure next.  

As the Reapers set up the sadistic rack – a rack equipped with every means imaginable for the tormenting of male flesh and anatomy, and some you couldn’t – SHOULDN’T – Felicia dared to hope that her husband would survive being her collateral damage and that he would emerge from the experience whole and intact with all of his sexy bits still attached and in good working condition.   

It would be a long, difficult day for the hunky Felinoid who would, on several occasions during the next several hours, pray he could wake up from what must surely all be just a very nasty dream.  

The End.