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THE COCK-PUNISHER This is a work of fiction, and does not advocate or condone violence or any of the other acts depicted herein. Soren had fantasized about it for years, and lately his fantasies had become overpowering, maddeningly vivid. They began to haunt him day and night. He knew that the time had come to act. It was impossible to wait any longer. He lusted to heed Nietzsche's advice and be hard on himself, be very harsh in dealing with himself. And he had found that denying himself pleasure was even harder than exposing himself to pain. He resented his hunger for pleasure, hated the spell that pleasure excersized over him. It was an addiction he was determined to end. He was anxious to remove the source of his greatest pleasure. No prostitute would oblige him though. Offer what he might, they invariably feared reprisal from the police and even legal action since they all believed he would change his mind afterwards. Searching on-line, he found no one who would satisfy him. They were all fakes and liars and would give him nothing but empty promises when he wanted action. No one would truly cut his cock, though many would tease, pretend, and threaten. He realized that bolder, more radical steps were called for. In desperation he perfected his plan, analyzed and fine tuned it step by step, and bought the necessary equipment. He was determined to feel the very summit of pleasure forbidden to the less daring, before he ended his pleasure forever. In so doing he hoped to forever break the spell of the addiction. The most important item needed was a device that would slice his cock automatically. Being a mechanic, he built it with spare parts from the garage, and contrived a spring- loaded mechanism that would power the action of two surgical steel blades. The electrical release switch was wired to a primitive electroencephalograph adapted for use on his penis. It would detect the characteristic surge of electrical activity of orgasm in the nerve cluster above his prostate. As soon as the distinctive spike of an orgasmic muscle contraction registered on the machine the blades would be released ubject to any time delay he established before-hand. But his fantasy required more than mere cutting, more than mere steel. A beautiful woman must accompany the act of ultimate sexual deprivation, and bear witness to his last pleasure. Nothing less would satisfy him. He found two of them at the gym. Gina was a tall blond with an exquisite figure and large, well padded breasts and blue eyes. Tracy was Asian, with black hair, a graceful figure and dark eyes. Her breasts were small but her ass was incredible, and he ached to feel it in his hands. They both ignored him haughtily at the gym and spent a lot of time giggling at each other. He suspected that they were more than friends. They usually arrived together and spent a lot of time on the treadmill. Gina wore a tight cat suit that was seemingly spray painted on her luscious, hard body. Tracy wore tight red shorts and a sports bra. Together, they had a devastating effect on the men in the gym. He bought a used van and blacked out the windows. After searching some S&M websites, he procured the chains and belts his fantasy needed for its realization. Lastly, he installed several video cameras throughout his living room, with zoom lenses to record every detail of the last sexual act he would ever perform. He inserted several large steel bolts into the hardwood floors of his living room and attached heavy iron chains to these posts. At great expense he purchased Krieg padlocks and placed them on the floor. The radius of each chain did not reach to the walls of the room. His house was secluded and surrounded by trees and unkempt bushes. But this was not sufficient. He sealed all windows from the outside and installed blinds and curtains for absolute privacy. His single telephone was removed and he cut the outside line to be perfectly safe. He removed all potential weapons from within the house, ensuring that every surface was smooth and free of possible sharp objects. The machine he bolted to the floor in the center of the living room, adjusting his cameras to ensure optimum coverage. He was ready. One evening five days later he was parked outside the gym. It was late and the place would be closing in 15 minutes. He sat inside his darkened van watching the exit doors. A Taser stun gun was in his hand and he wore a dark baseball cap. For the past five days he had sealed his prick up inside a tight metal cylinder in order to prevent himself from masturbating. Even in sleep it was highly effective, and denied his cock the friction needed to come. He was sexually fasting, preparing for the final ecstasy ahead. He was hard all the time now and the metal jacket cut into his shaft painfully. He wriggled but could get no satisfying strokes and gave up. The sexual frustration and anticipation were starting to overwhelm him. He savored the bitter taste of denial and looked forward to making it permanent. He saw them emerge together- they had their hands on each other's shoulders and were laughing. The gym's outside lights were broken and the parking lot was almost completely dark. He had used a BB gun on the lights. He opened his door and approached them slowly. "Uh....excuse me...Could you help me for a moment? - I've got a flat." They both stared at him. Tracy spoke first. "What's wrong?" "I've got a flat tire and I need some help with the jack. I'm not very strong." "We can see that." Gina giggled and Tracy flashed her dark eyes at him. "What do you want?" Gina asked. "Just help me jack it up OK? It'll only take a minute. Please. I can't do it by myself." His face appeared to be pleading and he lowered his eyes to the ground in humility. "What a wimp! All right little boy, we'll help you - but just for a minute" Gina said. Together they followed him to the rear of the van. He had opened both of the back doors parallel to the sides of the van. A tall hedge was behind the van. The area between the doors was closed to outside view. He had a jack under the left rear wheel, furthest from view of street traffic. "Here, could you help me with this jack? I'm not strong enough to get it up." He pretended to whimper. "Poor baby...sure we'll get it up for you." Tracy smiled at Gina, and both of them grabbed the long rod of the jack handle. They giggled together in a short burst, and started to crank the jack up. At that moment he hit both of them with the Taser. They each got a 15,000 volt dose of harmless but temporarily disabling electricity, and it made them both collapse on the ground unconscious. He loaded their bodies into the van, muzzled, blindfolded and handcuffed them to the floor, and threw a large canvas sheet over them. He drove home, his hands sweaty with excitement. So far his plan was working just fine. He was going to arouse their greatest hostility and anger and use it for his own purposes. They awoke when he was almost home, and one of them began kicking against the side of the van. The thought of their luscious hard athletic bodies entwined in his, fighting him, resisting, trying to scratch him and stop his pleasure made him dizzy with excitement. He backed into his garage and punched the door button. When it was completely down he got out and opened the house door that led to his living room. He checked everything in the house one more time, started his video system, and turned on all the lights. Then he approached the back of the van. They were both kicking and twisting under the canvas. He plucked the canvas sheet away and grabbed Gina by the legs. He was a gentle, decent man who had never harmed anyone in his life, and he wasn't going to change that now. He removed her blindfold and muzzle but left the cuffs on. "Follow me" he said to Gina. "What the fuck is going on here! You bastard!" She tried to kick him, judo style, but he ducked and approached her from behind. It was a good thing he had her cuffed or she would have quickly wrestled him to the floor, so great was her physical strength compared to his. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you! I need you for a couple hours of work. That's it." He brought both of them to the living room by the machine and secured them with a leg irons chained to the floor. He explained his purpose and showed them the script he had written for this evening's performance. Both of them would receive $2,000 for a few hours of their time. They would be released as soon as the performance was done. He gave them time to read the script and left the room. In the kitchen he swallowed three caffeine pills to maximize his excitement. Then he removed the metal jacket from his prick- his cock was swollen and sensitive. Even a few strokes might result in an unacceptable orgasm. He wetted a dish towel with ice cold water and wrapped his penis in it, calming it momentarily. After 20 minutes he went back into the room. They had been given plenty of time to read. He removed their handcuffs, relying on the leg irons and chain to secure them, and then removed his clothes, gesturing to them to do likewise. They hesitantly complied and shed their tight fitting athletic wear, but their pants and shorts remained snarled in the chains attached to their legs. He stared at their gorgeous naked bodies for a moment then strapped himself into the chair in front of the machine placing two small keys under his tongue. Though chained, they had power over his flesh now. Gina read the script one more time, and reached for the duct tape. She was beginning to enjoy this. So was Tracy. Together they taped his mouth closed. With his eyes he gestured towards his throbbing erection, and then at Gina. She hesitated for a moment, then kneeled in front of him and began sucking his cock reluctantly. Occasionally, from her anger, she would nick his tender flesh with her teeth- but he savored the pain and the pleasure. After five minutes of giving him head, but making sure that he didn't come, Gina stood up and Tracy took her place in front of him. She pointed her luscious, tight Asian ass directly at his cock. She squatted above his lap facing away from him, and Gina held his pulsing member and eased it inside Tracy's soft pussy, but not before maliciously scratching it once with her sharp fingernail on the sensitive underside. She wasn't following the script slavishly, and felt free to improvise on her own. "OK asshole, you get 50 strokes- but if you start to come you get less than that." Gina was still angry, but she began to be charmed by this opportunity to punish the man so effectively. "Go on Tracy, start stroking. Keep it loose in there so it doesn't feel as good for him." Squatting above his lap, his member stuck inside of her, she eased up and down on his shaft cradling in within her tight sex. The slow friction was almost unbearable and he writhed in ecstasy. His penis was bathed in her wetness. But the scratch Gina had maliciously made on his prick began to burn with each stroke, marring his pleasure. "That's ten" Gina was relishing the count. This prick wasn't going to get any more cunt after this. He knew his last moments inside a wet, warm cunt were passing quickly. He wasn't going to have enough time to come, so he relaxed and savored the slow sweet strokes, allowing the pleasure to mix freely with the pain from the scratch Gina had given him.. "Thirty. Your running out of cunt asshole" Gina spoke heatedly. She was getting wet herself and began rubbing her clitoris. Tracy began pumping him more quickly now. He felt more pleasure but knew it was going to end even sooner. He tried to tell her to slow down, but he was muzzled and couldn't speak. "Forty six, forty seven, forty eight..." He was getting his last strokes. Tracy humped quickly, not going down on the entire length of his shaft. She was shortcutting his pleasure. Again he tried to speak but couldn't. "Fifty! That's it! No more." Tracy eased her ass up and he felt a sucking sound as this last stroke ended. His cockhead bounced out of her wet cunt with a popping sound. Tendrils of wetness still connected his penis to the depths of her cunt. Tracy turned her face back at him while keeping her ass poised directly in front of his penis. "Oh my god..look at how red it is!" She smiled at his cock and wriggled her hips in front of him. The unctuous motions of her hips and ass further inflamed his erection. She was delighted that it was going to be taken away from him soon. "Let's do it Gina!" Tracy said. Tracy grabbed the arm of the machine he had built, and moved it down until it was level with his cock. There was a metal ring between the two spring powered blades. Tracy sopped some cunt juice out of her pussy, lubricated his pink shaft with it, and drew his member between the two blades. His cock was slick and wet and squeezed through the tight ring snugly. "Ohhh...its pulsing. I can feel it with my hand" Tracy said teasingly. Gina felt his shaft too, and squeezed it cruelly. "It won't be pretty soon. C'mon!" Gina kneeled on his left and Tracy on his right. Tracy connected the sensors of the modified electroencephalograph to the base of his shaft. A round green scope flicked on in front of him, displaying the electrical activity of his penile muscles as a series of spikes across the screen. Each muscle contraction generated a small spike on the screen. His last orgasm would produce a giant electrical pulse that would trigger the blades two seconds later and cut his cock. The machine owned his penis now. His greatest pleasure would now also be his last. He would have two seconds to savor his last pleasure before it ended for all time. But Soren had devised more than this to reach the summit of forbidden ecstasy. For years he had been fascinated by the idea of plugging up his penis with glue right before orgasm. What would it feel like to start coming when the semen couldn't erupt from the tip? Would his cock burst, or would he feel his orgasm suffocated deep inside his own organ of pleasure? Would the cutting of the blades ease the blockage and make his penis feel good for a moment? These thoughts made him dizzy. He was going to find out what it felt like. Gina and Tracy each gripped his shaft in a fist and began stroking him. Tracy's fist was on top and Gina's massaged the lower part of his shaft. They were following the script he had made them read. It was the only way they would be able to leave here. They stroked him for the allotted two minutes, milking his cock of pre- come which oozed from the tip profusely. The two minutes ended. "It's time" Tracy said with a smirk. This was going to be good she thought. They were going to dam up his cock. Gina reached for the tube of superglue and a funnel with a 4 inch probe at its bottom. Tracy positioned herself in front of his cock, her cute breasts swaying in excitement. He wanted to get back inside her cunt and come but it was too late. All of their hearts were pounding in anticipation. The two women were hypnotized by the thrill of ending his pleasure. Gina pinched his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger, rolling his precious meat between her cruel fingers. "Ohhh, lets see how you like this" she said in a low, throaty whisper. She connected the funnel to the open tube of fast-acting superglue. Then she lowered the eyedopper-like probe to the tip of his pulsing member. Tracy stroked his foreskin slowly as Gina thrust the funnel probe deep inside his prick, raping his cock with the tube, making it hurt him. He winced in pain and felt the probe reaching deep down inside his erection. When it was completely imbedded she joined Tracy in slow-stroking his penis, and squeezed with her other hand. Glue flowed deep inside his penis. She emptied the contents of the tube inside of him. He felt a sensation of cool, soothing fluid easing into him, but nothing else. His cock seemed to like the sensation. After filling his cock full of glue, Gina began squeezing the middle of his prick, and then slowly worked her way upwards, massaging his member and the glue inside, helping it to dry quickly. Her finger reached his cockhead, squeezing his organ delicately. She forced a small bubble of glue to oozed from the tip, along with the last pre-come that he would ever feel coming from him. Gina mopped up the glue and final pre-come with a Kleenex. The inside of his cock now felt tight and hard. No more pre- come oozed from the tip. Never again would he feel semen spurt from his shaft. Both of them giggled over the doomed penis. It was already dead and no longer really belonged to him. His organ was sealed up tight. His last orgasm would be throttled and choked off before his cock was cut. His semen would not be able to spurt from the tip anymore in a delicious jet of pleasure. Never again would he fill a cunt with his hot seed. Whether the organ would erupt from the pressure of a powerful orgasm, or erupt internally into his prostate he did not know, but hungered to find out. But he must cut his cock off soon or else he would die. His penis was a threat that must be removed. It was blocking the flow of his vital fluids. Both girls now teased and stroked the doomed organ. His felt his orgasm coming closer, irresistibly. It felt like a stone had been thrust deep inside his cock, and each muscle contraction was now painful. The erection was permanent, even after being cut the stiff, hard glue inside would extend the member and keep it at its erect length. Tracy wetted his prick with her saliva. No more precome was available for lubrication. "Getting close" Tracy breathed into his ear. "Oh I can't wait to see this" Gina exclaimed, squeezing the base of his shaft. Their deft fingers tickled his cock cunningly, coaxing an orgasm from the muzzled flesh. They were fascinated by what was going to happen when he tried to come, before the blades severed his penis. Jagged lines appeared on the scope, revealing increasing muscle contractions as he involuntarily responded to the pleasure of their teasing strokes. He was approaching the moment of truth. [TO BE CONTINUED...IF PEOPLE WANT MORE...]