Erect, Hand Job, Executive, Van Ryn
DAVID 394
Brian ran his fingertips up and down the underside of the massive, throbbing cock. "Oh that's beautiful," he said. David knelt on one knee on the top of the desk, trying to catch his breath. Brian tickled under the head of the plum-sized cockhead. David cried out and pulled his hips back.
"Sensitive, huh?"
David had just endured almost an hour of being tied to the desk, his arms straight out to his sides and his titan's legs splayed for Brian. His captor had trickled an entire martini onto the giant man's neck and balls, and then, like a kitten lapping up a saucer of milk, he'd licked up every drop and explored sensitive areas. There were areas on that giant body that possessed a strange mix of ticklishness and sensitivity. The man tensed up and trembled when Brian's mouth neared his ears, and then he went insane, bucking and twisting and pleading for mercy when Brian licked behind his ears. He went into wailing fits when the back of his neck was licked, right along the hairline. Licking the sides of his balls, which were pulled up tight against his body as though ready to blast out their creamy contents, produced moans and body-wide shudders. But it was the back of the balls and the perineum, and the tight pucker just beyond, that elicited uncontrollable sobs of unbearable pleasure. Many times a huge foot was placed against Brian's shoulder, ready to shove him away, and twice Brian had heard the moans escaping through a grimace and the massive leg beginning to push. All it took was a warning from Brian, and the foot was lifted away. Brian made sure to lick extra slowly then. He was proud of himself for thinking of keeping David's legs free. That way the thighs could be lifted, and the hips could be rolled back to expose the most intimate, sensitive places. Brian had poured the remains of another martini behind David's balls, letting it trickle between his buttocks. The flow of the cool fluid made the muscular man whimper and breathe faster. The dregs of the drink were trickled along the underside of the heavy pole of meat that was David's cock. And then Brian attacked, lapping everything up, exploring every crevice, swirling his tongue around the dripping cockhead until David screamed for mercy, and then sucking hard on everything between David's balls and ass hole. The big man didn't know what to do with his legs. He kicked. He held them out straight. But most of the time he held at least one foot hear Brian's shoulder or head wanting desperately to kick him away.
"Down on all fours," Brian ordered.
"Wait."
"Now," Brian said, and he jerked David's ankle in an attempt to pull the foot off the surface of the desk and force the knee down. But the big man had most of his weight on that well planted foot. It didn't budge. Brian was incensed. "Now!" he shouted.
David went down on all fours.
Brian walked over to a locked cabinet and brought out a what looked like a perfume bottle. "Know what this is?" he asked.
David turned back to look.
Brian didn't wait for an answer. "This is the finest lube money can buy. It's made in Holland." He undid the stopper and turned the bottle upside down. A clear, thick syrup poured into the palm of his other hand. He placed the bottle on a table and then wrapped his hand high up, at the base of David's cock, letting the fluid ooze between his fingers. Slowly, he pulled down, coating the thick, throbbing shaft bit by bit.
Pleasure bolted through David's loins. He arched his back. His buttocks trembled. Moans escaped through clenched teeth. The muscles in his thighs and arms rippled until he could take no more. He begged Brian to stop.
But Brian's hand hadn't even made it to the swollen cockhead. It came closer and closer, and when Brian had it in the palm of his hand, he gave it a little tug and a twist to make sure it was slick and slippery. Then came the return trip, as slowly as he could up the twitching pole.
"Brian stop! Please stop!"
"You don't want me to stop," Brian said. "What you really want is for me to go faster, don't you? Because doing it in slow motion like this feels like constant lightning coursing through your cock, doesn't it?"
David sobbed. He was right.
"I love the thickness of your cock."
David felt on the verge of cumming, yet forever one stroke away.
"It's so thick. So freakin' thick."
He gritted his teeth.
"And big."
He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Feels like I've got my fingers wrapped around a hot pole of throbbing sex meat."
His whole body was trembling now.
"The veins..." Brian chuckled. "Oh that's amazing how I can feel them sliding across my hand."
David arched his back. Brian's hands were soft, and it seemed he had an uncanny sense about just how hard to hold him. Anywhere. And an unheard of ability to move his tongue and hands slowly.
"Man!" exclaimed Brian as his hand slowly found its way back to the base of the huge shaft. "What a pulse this thing has! Talk about throbbing! It's pounding. Or is that you getting ready to cum?"
David whimpered. Brian's slippery hand came to a stop slowly. Slowly. If there was one thing that laid waste to David's sexual defenses, it was a slow touch.
"That's stroke one of the world's slowest hand job," said Brian. "Here comes stroke two."
David held his breath.
2008