Kristen was looking right into my eyes, now twisting my balls and pulling them hard away from my body.
"OK, that is enough for now," Miss Cross told her.
Kristen lessened her grip, still fondling my balls.
"So what did that teach us?" Miss Cross asked.
Kristen pressed the tip of her finger to the underside of the head of my cock, which was still rock hard. When she let got it sprung back, bobbing back and forth.
"Well, he's still hard," Kristen said.
Miss Cross smiled. "Remember Kristen, it is still hard. It. And yes, top marks. And what does that tell us girls?"
All 3 girls giggled and said in unison. "He likes it."
I shook my head frantically, trying to explain how much it hurt.
"Cocks don't like girls. Boys do," she said, lecturing them slightly.
She motioned to Beth, "You're up. Just like we talked about, OK?"
Beth nodded and began putting on a pair of latex gloves. Once they were on, she sat in the chair in front of me. She coated her hands in some sort of lubricant and wrapped her small, warm, wet hands around my cock. She grabbed at the base and ever so slowly slid them along the shaft of my cock. It seemed to take forever and I felt a tingling sensation just above the spot she was touching, like an electricity of anticipation. Wanting to be touched. Needing it. Aching for it.
As she reached the top of my cock, I felt the tingling just below the head. Just one touch and I would explode. There was no stopping it now. So close, just a half an inch. A quarter inch. Stomach tightening, legs trembling, right at the edge. I screamed into my gag, "Pleeeeeeease!"
And then the sensation began moving back down toward my balls. Slowly. Even more slowly it moved away. My cock was twitching, throbbing, leaking pre-cum.
I shook my head and felt tears well up.
My cock felt like it was twice its normal size, swollen and frustrated. All I needed was a single touch. Every moment her hands were on my and not in the right place amplified the frustration.
Finally her hands reached my balls and I felt a wave of relief.
My heart was racing and my stomach was filled with butterflies. I tried desperately to free my hands, but the tape held tight.
I was overwhelmed with a feeling of horror as I felt her hands start to move up again toward the head. I shook my head and tried to plead with her eyes. I looked into her big brown eyes and saw nothing but joy. She was smiling, giggling, and amused by my suffering.
By the time she reached the head of my cock I was screaming into my gag and the tears were now rolling down my cheeks.
Miss Cross was now smiling too, "Excellent, Beth. Excellent. Are you girls watching. See how she paces it? Her touch, the gently squeezing. Perfect."
When she had her hands at my balls, Miss Cross spoke again. "OK, Beth. 3 more."
I wailed and twisted, desperately trying to get free.
The next 3 sets of stroking left me in agony, my balls so tender and swollen that even a touch caused me to gasp and whine in pain.
When she finished, I was a mess. I couldn't think, my vision was slightly blurry and I could feel all the places where I would have deep bruising on my arms and legs where I was struggling against the tape.
Miss Cross gave each of the girls scissors and told them to cut me free. Everywhere except the hands, which were to stay behind my back.