Julia’s Cruel Hands

Guided Masturbation Stories

Julia’s Cruel Hands

from the net, circa 1998

A male learns the meaning of forced milking from his girlfriend.

It’s late in the evening, but I don’t really know what time it is or exactly how long I have been in this position. I do know this afternoon was pure torment, Julia visiting my room every hour or so and playing with me between my legs. I been here for awhile that is certain, because between playing with me every so often, she has managed to shave my privates balder than a bowling ball, and has milked my balls dry at least twice.

My cock is sore and a bit chapped, the results of a masturbation session with hand creme and coffee grounds … and a few swipes with that little bristle brush…up and down my privates…that left me spent and raw.

I suppose I should have guessed something like this was going to happen when she had me dress in a thick cotton tee shirt and white socks and nothing else. Imagine laying on a bed with your legs bound wide in just an old tee shirt and socks and having your girlfriend toy with your cock, being told not to move, not to make a sound…..and being slowly masturbated, tickled with a feather, slapped, pinched, stroked squeezed and teased for a whole day.

At one point she even closed all the drapes, lit a candle and put dark sunglasses on me so I could just barely see, and then paraded around the room in a pretty boned leather corset, PVC thigh highs, and some wicked high heels. God was I straining to see that, she knows what those fetish costumes do to me…..

All that a prelude to having my balls massaged for about 20 minutes with warm oils and then wrapped in a warm cloth dampened with cinnamon oils and teasing my cock head in to one of those male jack off tubes with the little pneumatic pumps bulbs….playing me like I was some type of musical instrument for about an hour.

Or like that wasn’t embarrassing enough, earlier, to sit at the table for lunch with my cock and balls exposed and in her plain view. She put a cock ring on me and got me pretty hard…my erection jetting out in front of me and holding fast with all that blood trapped in there from that ring she is so fond of.

I’m sure that’s why she asked me to be a dear and bring her this or that from the refrigerator. My little wang stiff and standing out, and bobbing up and down with each step as I walked.

And Julia making comments about how she is sure her girlfriend so and so would love to see that, maybe she should just go call her right now…would I like that, to show all my manly charms to her girlfriend….telling me I am such a slut…..

After lunch she had me laying on my back on the bed, my hands tied at my side, and my legs splayed wide open with my ankles tied to the posts at the end of the bed, a couple of pillows under my bare bottom. Pretty much dark in that room….and me, no cover, just a small towel draped over my crotch, and an adjustable desk light that is positioned to shine directly on the towel. Except, I could see well enough to make out the mineral oil, and the rubber gloves, and that bristle brush, and the leather cock sheath sitting on the table next to the bed. I remember thinking I may be here for awhile this evening.

I hear her coming down the hall now, and she is talking and laughing with someone….another female voice. God, she didn’t. Not one of her girlfriends. I have to see these people everyday or so….that would be going too far. I am praying that she passes right by this room….a bit of psychological torture, something to scare me a little. We had played around with this theme a bit, but, she wouldn’t really plan something like this, not with another girl, letting her in on this little private fetish of mine.

The door opens and Julia and another girl, Becky I heard her say, enter the room. I should have guessed. I try to pull my legs close, but, even as I start to close them I know the ankle restraints will make that impossible. I have seen this girl somewhere, but, I can’t exactly place her right now.

She doesn’t waste anytime and walks right over to the bed and folds the towel back, exposing my cock and balls to Becky’s eager gaze.

“This is my boyfriend I told you about. The one who needs milkings.” Julia smiles. She knows she has me now, knows all about those private fantasies I whispered to her….my weakness for the female hand….I didn’t think she would….

“Don’t be rude to our guest dear, say hi to Becky…” I try to avert my gaze, muttering out a small greeting in spite of my absolute humiliation at being seen in this position, understanding that my sexual fetish had been discussed like another mundane topic between two girlfriends chatting. Becky is looking right at me, no embarrassment on her part.

They are even dressed to slay me. Short dark tight skirts, with a narrow high slit up the front, starch white blouses, black patterned hose, shinny black heels that must be four or five inches high.

They had pulled their hair back, giving them a somewhat stern, prim look. I swallowed hard as I glanced down at their hands. Lacey black wrist length gloves. That wasn’t gonna feel very good in my present situation. Not after that milking session Julia had given me earlier, where she rubbed lotion all over her hands and then sat them down palm open in a dish filled with coffee ground, probably Starbucks knowing her.

That smarted, and the harder I got the harder she gripped my straining cock as she masturbated me, and the grounds dug in causing me to twist and turn and still, I could resist. Now I was sore, and my cock had little surface scratches that would be pretty aware of any rough lace drawn up and down it. “He has these ridiculous idea about that silly little thing between his legs there Becky, always wanted to put it in something….he can be quite a bother if I don’t keep him well milked” Julia said with a little smile playing across her lush lips.

“Simply ridiculous….” Becky repeats…looking down at my limp cock….”doesn’t look too imposing now though, does it…..” Bitch

” feel free to examine him too Becky. He is well hung when hard … though he may act like he has no love for this…you’ll see in just one minute….he becomes quite lewd with a little handling from a female hand…don’t you my little slut…”

Becky and Julia sit down on the opposite sides of the bed. Crossing their legs and letting a shoe dangle off their foot, their short skirts pull up their legs, revealing two sets of shinny sheer stockings, high enough I could see the little brocade pattern embedded across the top of the stocking panels…They haven’t missed a thing for this have they I think.

Julia reaches over like she owns my thing and lifts the end of my cock, just under the head, on two fingers and bounces it up and down a little. She takes just the head of my penis and stretches it out, holding the head up against my belly with two fingers and starts to tickle my now hardening shaft with her long tapered finger nails, descending down till her fingernails are playing across the front of my ball sac, tickling me, and causing my balls to lurch up. She even two or three times giving the top of my ball sac light a little slap, and giggles as I buck up with that smarting.

Still holding my penis with two fingers and stretched up against my belly, she rubs the heel of her palm up slowly all along the length of my cock, making little circle patterns on the underside of my shaft as her palm heel works its way up to my captured cock head, then starting at the base again, repeats her massages.

I’m starting to respond now, as much as it embarrasses me in front of this girl I don’t know…

” I play with him like this quite often….make him keep his cock open and ready for my hand sometimes for the whole weekend. It keeps me amused. It galls him sometimes to have to cum repeatedly in my pretty little hands instead of my mouth or my bottom like he would like to. But, he is such a little slut for this I can get him to do almost anything for me if I play with him for a bit.. …can’t I dear…yes…do you like it when Julia plays with your little wee wee for you…..milking all your man juice out, spilling yourself all over my cruel hands…. hmmm…do you like being Julia’s little cock toy …….”

It would be an understatement to say I was caught. I was getting hard as a rock, like I always do when Julia subjected me to a masturbation session, and teases me about my need. But sitting next to me, watching my humiliating display, was a young woman I barely knew. Someone that found the whole spectacle of a grown man laying bound in a bed and being subject to lewd handlings casually amusing, a moments diversion for her, a little play thing, like a friends puppy dog that had caught her attention for a moment.

Julia cups my balls in her open palm. She shaved me this morning, and I am as hairless as a newborn baby. I didn’t mind the shaving so much, it felt nice and she was very gentle, and there was not even a nick. Actually, I got quite hard, and Julia played with me after she finished shaving my balls. Gave me a very long and intense jack off session. Told me to close my eyes just as I was building to an orgasm. It felt so wonderful…..till….this was too much…just as I was starting to spurt, she pulls a wash cloth from behind her back and holds it firmly against my ball sac as she continued to frig me off with her other hand. ” we can’t forget the after shave now can we sweetheart……” I always love how she has such a caring sweet voice as she subjects my cock and balls to these torments….. an electric jolt that felt like a thousand little pin pricks shot through my balls, and I bucked up and down and twisted and my legs pulled hard against the restraints….it was too late anyway, I was over the top, and I shot off. I think the jolt of that aftershave soaked face cloth held firmly against my balls sent my first shot of jism 10 feet high….and it plopped down and made a little puddle on my chest as the second salvo started….

” I think all boys should be milked like this often Julia” Becky purrs…”to keep that thing under control…other wise they get sooo bossy.”

Julia feels my penis slowly twitch as Becky was speaking in such a sexy cruel sweet bitch voice. She didn’t miss that, I was sure.

.”..in fact, I read this story yesterday .. about a special jacket for boys that have developed the nasty habit of touching themselves…and it made me start thinking about a special home that could be opened for boys with jerk off problems, and how we could make these kind of jackets, and things we would do…it was all very real to me when I was imagining it.”

Julia notices a swelling at the mention of this jacket….she lets my hard cock rest on the inside of her open palm, closing her hand and squeezing the shaft from time to time as she listens to Becky describe the jacket….

“It is made of a canvass material and covers the boy from his chin down to just below his belly button. It has extra long arms with straps at the end of it so they can be buckled in front at the collar, like if you wanted him to be able to carry something, but, he couldn’t lower his hands far enough to touch himself down there.

Or even pull it around to the back and buckled behind the boy. There was another strap too, that ran down the front from the middle of the jacket and then could be pulled down the front all the way and back up between the bottom cheeks and buckled. It had this little slit for the area that would go over the boy’s cock and balls…so you could pull his cock and balls through before it was buckled … and it pushed his stuff out a little so when he would walk around it would be held out in front. And so you could keep an eye on him that way…see if he was aroused or having naughty thoughts or anything.”

Who was this little mantrap anyway.

Julia started stroking me hard now with repeated upward motions. She would sweep all the way from the base of his hard cock to the top with a very snug grip, and then just let the cock go, watching as it plopped back against his belly, then grasp it again and give another quick firm brusque upward stroke. “Oh, these boys at the place I imagined were being monitored for lewdness Miss Julia. They had to go about all there regular activities, and sometimes we could get one in our large activity room, working as an assistant. He had to go and bring things to us that we needed for what ever the activity we were doing that day, paper or chalk, knitting yarn, or just go and get us cans of pop…just be there to help us when we asked for something. His little thingy would be wiggling around when he went to fetch things, he would really look quite silly I think . But, really, he was being watched that he didn’t get all hard all the time, or heaven forbid spurt off on something. ” “And we would have to check him everyone in awhile, a little inspection to see if he was behaving.”

“The thing is Miss Julia, there are girls who would like to play around with what ever boy was in there that day. They, or I guess. me too…would do things to him sometimes….to get them in trouble.”

“See, he wouldn’t be allowed to ejaculate, and he would know that if he did he would have his bottom strapped later, by the lady in charge.”

“We’d toy with them when the directoress wasn’t in the room. Maybe give him some looks at our under panties…or one girl could hold him in back by the straps so he could run away and put her feet between his, making him open his legs…and we’d play games with his poor little cock….hold it, and rub it or slap it back and forth, or rub lotion on our hands while he had to stand there and then frig his penis in front of all the girls….just pump his cock up and down and caress his little tight ball sac.” “Oh you could just imagine how he would twist around and bite his lips and ask us to stop and try to pull his cock away from our hands…..trying not to spurt off.”

“It would be very amusing. Sooner of later someone’s hands would work that poor cock too much and he would groan and moan in anguish and his cum would spurt off all down his leg or on some piece of furniture, or the front of that little jacket.”

“We would call the directoress right away and report him, for being so lewd when we were just doing our normal inspection. Maybe she would bring the strap out of the office and do him right there in front of all us girls…can you see that Miss Julia, the strap across his bottom, make him dance around in that jacket, and wet thingy bobbing up and down as he hopped around the room trying to avoid the strap.”

God what a little minx she was…a cute innocent little cruel masturbatrix with cock torments just gushing out of that all American face.

” Oh Becky, what a perfectly wonderful idea’, Julia smiled. “Isn’t that a wonderful idea dear….we will need to get one of those jackets made right away…”

I was quite stricken. I glared up at Becky for bringing up this horrid idea. Wasn’t it enough shame that I was tied down to a bed with my legs wide apart, wearing only a tee shirt and white sock, had a light shinning right on my cock and balls, and Becky watched as Julia rolled and fiddled with my obviously aroused penis in front of her.

Julia ran her thumb pad held firm up the underside of the shaft, using her other hand to squeeze hard at the base, trapping my blood in my now fully erect penis and sending a little shiver of sensation through my groin. My cock pulsed a couple of times and Julia smiled.

“OH, I am so glad to see that this idea appeals to you….Males never know what is best for them when it comes to this Becky., they try to act so very important and powerful, and they are so easily controlled by this funny little thing that dangles between their legs…if only more girls understood this….how easily led men really are by these few inches of skin…. ” Julia said as she shook my cock back and forth toward my face..

She grips my now very erect organ and works her fist up and down the entire length of my shaft. She is frigging me hard now, making my balls bounce up and down in motion with her hand. The sensation is too much, my cock still tender and raw from the two earlier milkings, and I am shifting my hips side to side a little, wanting more and yet still feeling the my chapped cock shaft sting.

Julia pumped me up and down for a while, and then held my cock at its base and moved the entire shaft from side to side and back and forth like she was driving a stick shift on a car, bringing little mews of delight from Becky. Becky was leaning froward mow, her lace covered hand resting casually on my upper thigh as she watched Julia manipulate my blood engorged cock. .

Occasionally she would let my cock go entirely, and as it rose from my belly, would use the tips of her fingers held together to slap the sides of it, back and forth between here two open hands. They were good stinging slaps, sending my cock in one direction quickly, and then another finger tip slap sending it back hard the other way.

Becky seemed to enjoy that….clasping her hands together and bending forward , wiggling her little skirt encased bottom slightly on the bed, her eyes wide and little sounds of mirth escaping from her lips in time to each slap of my penis.

Julia now changed tactics, smacking my cock on its underside, sending it up fast to slap against my belly only to rebound and be slapped again. She started to use under handed smacks and laughed as she got a little bouncing action set up with her little play toy. After a bit she started again to gently masturbate me, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and pumping me up and down.

Twice she brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to stop and wait till the crisis had passed. I’m sure I looked quite amusing to them, my hard cock straining and twitching in the air…my hips starting an involuntary pumping as I tried unsuccessfully to fuck in to something, in to the air.

The girls would giggle at my lewd pumping action, point their fingers at my cock and make comments to tease me about how bad I needed to cum, how full my balls must be getting, and teasing me about how it is sooo mean of them to play with me like that and not let me shoot my nasty stuff all over…

Julia releases my cock and bids Becky to try her hand at this amusing sport. Becky’s hands are not so soft, and she grips me hard and starts up immediately with a hard jacking action up and down of my sore cock.

” Do you want me to let you shoot all that nasty goo over my hand you little jackoff”….Becky asks in her best bitch angel voice…”.would that feel good ….what would you for us if we let you spurt…….do you like this….are you going to spurt on my hand you nasty little thing……”

Becky was working me fast now and I was pumping my hips up and down in tune with her hand…..my head turned to the side, my mouth parted, my breathing ragged. I could feel my balls jiggling up and down with the motion of her hand…..my arousal starting to reach a fevered pitch.

Here I was laying bound and very helpless in my bed, my sore abused cock being pumped hard by some young woman I hardly knew, my girlfriend sitting on the other side of me watching….and me losing what ever will and dignity I ever though I might have had under the feeling of a female hand stroking on my cock. It seemed Julia was right, I would suffer almost any indignity to be milked like this…..any request would be granted…my will, my manhood being reduced a little with ever spending of my seed in to some woman’s cruel uncaring hand.

” I think he’s gonna squirt now Miss Julia….” Becky says. “His cock head is getting bigger and look at how his balls are all tight in their little pouch.” “Oh, you better not cum young man…..you do not have permission to spurt …..”

Julia reached her hand under my balls and let them rest on her open palm. She rubbed her thumb lightly across the front of my balls as Becky continued to pump my cock up and down in a deliberate and strong pace.

” Shame on you …you wicked thing.” Miss Julia taunts me. “The very idea that you would soil Becky’s hand with your vile spurting” Julia smiles…..” I shall employ a strap of my own if you can’t seem to control yourself any better than that…..most definitely that’s what you have coming later you disgusting little man should you spurt …..”

Becky apparently gets excited by this, because she tightens her little fist around my cock and pulls the skin up and down quickly…squeezing hard on the down stroke and releasing just a little as her delicate little fingers glide back up over my engorged shaft.

Julia wasn’t helping my control either. She had shifted on the bed and had both her hands at work on my tight balls. She bunched up the loose skin she could find just behind each ball, gripping the skin folds hard, one hand gripping the skin behind each ball, pulling down, stretching my ball sac out long….then to the side, pulling the skin in opposite direction. stretching my ball sac length ways.

She let my balls rest on her fingers, still gripping my skin under my sac, my balls sitting on top of her folded finger at the first knuckle. She started bouncing my balls up and down on the top of her folded fingers, by turning her wrists up and down quickly, sending my balls on a wild ride, jiggling and rolling in their sac.

Then she started to alternate the bounces, first the right one up as the left was down, then the left one up as the right was down. Pretty soon she had build a little pace of pulling and twisting and bouncing my balls that had me squirming all over the top of the bed.

I start to tense up and can feel both girls eyes are glued to my swelled cock. ” You better behave yourself young man..” Julia said in her most mocking authoritative voice…

My cock head twitches, and Becky pulls hard on a downward stroke. Julia grips the skin under my balls tight and pulls my ball sac up and down hard…..the first gob of sperm arcs out of my cock head and flies in to the air, landing back on Becky’s pistoning hand.

She pumps me up and down is short tight strokes just below my cock head, as Julia pulls my ball sac skin as tight as is possible, and starts to twist and kneed and roll my balls tight over the top of her gripping hand.

I shoot again and can barely hear Becky cooing “..oh, your gonna get the strap now you wanker….you naughty nasty little jerker….we’ll need a jacket for a nasty little spurter like you won’t we…”

I didn’t care…I am lost now….it was only making me even hotter to hear her soft little girl bitch voice chastise me as I dumped my load all over her pretty petite fingers. She pumped me off and told me I was” nasty” and a “little jerker” and now I would feel the “strap across my bum”… all in a soft, gentle whispering lilt……I can’t help it, I shoot again, my warm sperm leaving a trail of gooey lust across Julia upturned wrist…

I feel Becky holding my cock up straight and she starts at the bottom of my shaft and in one deliberate motion, with her whole hand wrapped around my pulsating rod…squeezes hard and slowly up, as Julia squeezes my ball sac and pushes up slowly…..together milking the last drops of my will from my drained manhood.

” Do you think you join us for dinner later this evening Becky…..” Julia is asking as I close my eyes and sink back in to the soft mattress….” we have so many plans to make…

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