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The Little Olympics: A Little Shop Story

Part 2

In the Orgasm Restraint barn, things were quite excited

 In the Orgasm Restraint barn, things were quite excited. Racing touts and gamblers with cigars in their mouths, men used to casino gambling, had discovered the Little Olympics years ago.

 

This, when the first Little Shop owner had started the Little Olympics in the 1950s, and knew which men were known for not cumming the longest...and they were laying their bets!

 

The reigning champ, Sven "The Hen" a straight drag queen from Finland, was kneeling in his garter belt and panties and high heels, as one of the handlers locked his hands behind his back.

 

Austine whispered into Aris's ear "Sven was masturbated by 18 different women last year and held out for seven hours...his wife gave him a bullet to bite on at one point."

 

 Sven's wife, Mistress Tuukaa pulled his panties down, and all could see his three month denied purple cock.  The new theory was, the longer denied the better at holding it!

 

One couple had been disqualified already because the fellow's penis had been doctored with some sort of anesthetic!

 

Aris breathed through his teeth as Mistress Georgette paraded across the floor, encircled by naked men with their hands tied behind their heads.

 

"Now, since we don't want you boys to have it easy, with your Mistress rubbing your cock a little slow so you'll win...the wives and girlfriends will take turns jerking men off.

 

Your wife will play with your dick, then the next girl will play with your dick...and they'll try hard to make you cum, so their guy will have a better chance!!"

 

Everyone laughed nervously as Mistress Georgette went on.

 

" This way, everyone gets a tough time of it. And remember, hold out...

 

Whoever cums last wins, and it's a three thousand dollar gift certificate! that can be used at Little Shops in the fifty states, Puerto Rico and Samoa!"

 

Austine's red tresses bounced against her shoulder as she gave Aristotle a deep kiss. "Aris, hon, I'll be doing my best to make as many of these guys cum before you do as possible...do I look cute?"

 

Aris looked at his beautiful 23 year old wife, dressed as she was in baby doll lingerie.

 

But many of the women were dressed this way, and some of the homelier wives and girlfriends had hired attractive escorts to take their places in the line of massagers.

 

"Just be a good boy and don't release...remember, I'll give you the battery and jumper cable punishment if you do." Austine warned. "And if you win, sweet...I'll let you fuck me every night for a week!"

 

The Breast Hanging Event was also going strong.

 

Zoe had confessed to the Breast hanging monitor that her nipples had never been pierced, so that had had to happen, and it wasn't fun.

 

The  Kappa Gamma Sade  girls were quite taken with Eligius, the guy doing the nipple piercings. He was tall and had kind of a Tom Cruise look, if Tom had had a receding hairline.

 

 

As Zoe knelt before Eligius, stripping off her tube top,  Eligius’s eyes opened up a bit.

 

 Zoe smiled involuntarily, proud of her full pink breasts—but only for a moment, as Claire accidentally-on-purpose ran her knee against Zoe’s left breast rather hard, punching the nipple so a purple spot rose on the areola.

 

 Zoe took the hint and looked modestly at the ground.

 

 

“Wow…this is so interesting” Tommie said to Eligius. “How did you get into piercing nipples? I read that you do this for a living.”

 

“Well, I did the first piercing to myself, for my wife…Taryn is a beautiful, exciting woman, and she has a lot of male friends.”

 

Eligius gestured to a curvy brunette, who was about twenty pounds overweight but in all the right places.

 

Taryn, who was sitting on a director’s chair, reading a Jane Austen novel looked up and waved to the Kappa Gamma Sade girls, smiling.

 

Eligius looked adoringly at her, running his tongue across his lower lip and Taryn stuck her own tongue out at him.

 

Eligius turned to the girls. “Anyway, I guess I got a little lonely because Taryn kept going out with these men, and coming home for me to clean her out, if you know what I mean.”

 

Beth blushed, and Claire and Tommie grinned.

 

Zoe, of course kept her eyes to the ground.

 

“So I was masturbating a lot when she wasn’t around…Taryn didn’t believe in this, and told me how hurt she was that I was spending time in self abuse.” Eligius confessed.

 

“So I purchased the Little Shop booklet on how to self-chastise, and went out and bought a leather hole puncher, a padlock with a shackle forty millimeters wide and about six millimeters thick, and of course some iodine.”

 

 Eligius smiled again, and Thomasine wondered why he couldn’t use his dick for some constructive purpose on her.

 

“So then I punched a hole in my foreskin’s right side,  and then again on the left side which of course hurt.” Eligius said, rubbing his crotch in memory.

 

  "Then I put two holes through my ball sack, so with the penis attached to the balls, of course there was no way of getting a full erection!"

 

Eligius smiled, though the girls couldn't understand why.

 

“And then I was able to put the padlock shackle through. And although there was some slight bleeding, it wasn’t bad at all, really. “

 

Eligius smiled. “I’ve done it for a number of  male friends in the Little Shop e-community.”

 

“What about women?” Beth asked, with a significant look at Zoe. “Can they have chastity piercings?”

 

 Zoe gasped, thinking of how much she enjoyed masturbating, her only positive side-effect of the abuse she got from the rigors of the  Kappa Gamma Sade house.

 

“Oh yes.” Eligius replied. “It’s done by  putting a row of piercings along both sides of the outer labia lips, and then chaining them together.”

 

“If it’s done right, a femsub can still pee and you can still put tampons in her. But of course it can still be painful in daily activities like sitting, peeing, and bike riding…”

 

“Oh, pain wouldn’t be a problem for us.” Claire said, and Thomasine, Claire and Beth giggled all at once.

 

 "Though actually in reference to urination" Eligius said thoughtfully. "The clitoral lips can be locked together a bit tighter to prevent urinary release...it's a form of bladder torture, that is popular among some of my customers."

 

Claire snorted. "Oh, we're old hands at that one, eh, Zoe?" The other girls giggled merrily, except of course for poor Zoe.

 

She recalled the first frat social that she'd been stupid enough to attend after having joined the Kappa Gamma Sade sorority house.

 

 Zoe was quite pretty, and it was before her hair had been shorn, and many fraternity boys had competed to get Zoe drunk, giving her Heinekens and beer-bongs, and having her participate in shot contests.

 

But Zoe had been going to keg parties since junior high, and was a seasoned drinker...unfortunately, when she'd awakened, she'd had hangover  a need to pee...and then Claire and another little bitch named Molly had "sympathetically" given Zoe the hot cocoa in bed that they'd made from Ex-Lax.

 

By the time Zoe had made it to the bathroom, and learned that the doors were locked, she was in true agony. "Honey, no peeing and no shitting...we want you to hold it in til noon." Thomasine giggled. "In fact, we've brought all the boys from the party last night to watch you dance!"

 

And suddenly the smoking lounge had been filled with laughing, clapping young business majors putting their hands together and screaming "Dance, Zoe, Dance!"

 

Two other submissives from other Kappa Gamma Sade  floors had been ushered up, both quite hung over, and dancing with agony from bladder and bowel misery.

 

Nelleke Braunstein, an art history grad student with copper tresses, had been stripped by the Floor Three sorority sisters, and was wearing mousetraps on her nipples and clitoral lips.

 

Nelleke was ushered into the smoking lounge by an angry fat lesbian, who poked her with a bamboo staff.

 

"Get in there, Nelleke, you pig!" The bull dyke had some nerve, as Nelleke was gorgeous and weighed about ninety pounds, and she herself tipped the scales at two-fifty.

 

But Nelleke had danced in, her hands in front of her crotch, as her full breasts had bounced with the evil mousetraps on them. "Oh please let me pee...oh God." Nelleke had cried, before being joined by a male accounting major and transvestite, Maurice, who was known as Marjeta and was the property of the girls on Floor Eight.

 

Marjeta was also naked except for thigh high panties and pasties and lip gloss...and tap shoes, which had been found for him...and Marjeta made quite a lot of clatter while holding his urine-heavy cock.

 

Zoe trembled as she remembered how much her stomach hurt from the gallon of beer, and how difficult it had been to hold a finger in her buttocks to keep the shit from pouring out like runny chocolate syrup.

 

The three had danced while the boys had clapped...and when Zoe had faltered, Tommie and Beth had helpfully come in, carrying a cane and a racquetball racquet respectively, and they'd heated up Zoe's buttocks and thighs until she'd danced some more!

 

Then there had been a big mess as they'd all had the accidents at the same time...and Zoe was known as the Kappa Gamma Sade Cesspool by the scornful campus for months...

 

Zoe prayed that the girls would forget about the labial piercing, and just focus on the nipples…and  as the girls were so entranced by the handsome, submissive Eligius, Zoe might be lucky that way!

 

"But are you in pain from your piercing, Eligius?" Beth asked innocently.

 

"Sometimes" Eligius answered easily, "but it's the additional piercing I have that gives me more trouble." He grinned ruefully.

 

“Later, I was foolish enough to add a guiche piercing, which was a metal weight that hangs through holes in my anus and scrotum, to be exact, through  the mid-line of the penis extending from the frenum on the underside of the glans, or the tip of the cock down the underside of the penis shaft and the mid-line of the scrotum to the perenium, which the area between the scrotum and the anus.”

 

 Eligius paused after giving the young ladies this valuable information.

 

“When Taryn feels I’m getting on her nerves, sometimes she attaches a five pound weight to the guiche piercing, and then makes me jog around the block.”

 

Eligius laughed self consciously. “I’ve become much more attentive to Taryn in bed, and have actually studied up on how to be a good cunnilinguist, if you’ll excuse my French…and because I’m so horny, I can massage her entire body for hours, and it gives pleasure to both of us!”

 

“ But Eligius” Tommie said earnestly, “Do you ever get relief?” Thomasine leaned over so that the front of her halter dropped, showing her cleavage, and put her hand on Eligius’s arm.

 

Tommie dropped her hand with the long purple nails to Eligius's inner thigh and squeezed. "I just think it's tough for such a cute guy...don't you ever get to, you know...have a little fun?"

 

 Eligius stared into Tommie’s milky orbs and stiffened, and Zoe noticed Taryn looking over “Pride and Prejudice” and smiling broadly.

 

Eligius bit his lip and looked at the ground. Then he raised his sad eyes, his face white as the young ladies from Kappa Gamma Sade house, even Zoe, smiled at him. “Let’s get to Zoe’s nipple piercing, shall we?”

 

Over in the Orgasm Restraint barn,

Aris was having a very difficult time. A gorgeous woman with an Australian accent was giving him the teasing of a lifetime.

 

As Aris hung in front of this stranger, utterly humiliated, she was doing serious work lightly stroking his inner thighs with long burgundy nails.

 

She shook her short blonde bob and smiled. "Do you like this?

 

My husband was initially just entered in the ball hanging event--he'll be chained by his balls to the ceiling, competing with the breast hangers as well--that's two events, and I entered Ronnie in this one as well...he's having quite a time over there."

 

But Aris couldn't look over when the Australian girl gestured, because she was wearing a pinstriped jacket with NO SHIRT, and her huge, tanned cleavage was mesmerizing.

 

But if she'd looked like Broom Hilda or Madeleine Albright, she would have kept Aris utterly stone horny, because she KNEW HOW TO TOUCH A MAN.

 

Aris felt her light fingers stroking his legs and thighs, grazing the hairs while just slightly scraping the skin. She wasn't even touching his dick yet! She knew, of course, that pummelling it wouldn't work.

 

The girl before her, a overweight Wiccan with long black curls had just pulled and jerked Aris's cock for twenty minutes as if she were doing tug-of war, whispering hoarsley, "Cum baby, cum, so my Athelstan can win."

 

 But her efforts had done nothing...except when she gave up, the Wiccan had harshly slapped Aris's face for her trouble.

 

The girl before that had had better technique, but she'd failed as well, and actually kicked Aris in the BALLS after realizing she was done. It was too bad...these women were such poor sports!

 

And they should have realized that Aris had been specially trained...

 

Austine had masturbated him for hours a day for nearly three years, giving him vicious punishments when he'd cum without permission.

 

Aris could even "go limp" on her soprano command, he was so terrified of his young Goddess...and of course she always had Liggins, the underbutler, to add a little weight to her threats!

 

So most of the women trying to make Aris cum were just doomed to failure.

 

But Blondie from Australia seemed to know what she was doing, and Aris was really afraid that he might squirt when she touched his cock.

 

"My Ron is rather afraid that I will give him jip you know, if he has an accident...but I've promised him a month of free bed privs if he wins this...

 

My name's Payton, by the way " the girl said, smiling, as she lightly tickled Aris's scrotal sack.

 

"Oh, that's more generous than Austine...I'm just going to get a week in bed...your husband is lucky, in a lot of ways." Aris admired Payton, and impulsively leaned over, his hands still secured, and kissed the top of her blond head.

 

She grinned, as she used her forefinger to run a slow stroke from Aris's perenium over his balls all the way up to his ass crack, and then back to the tip of his cock.

 

Aris gave a haggard breath, and closed his eyes.

 

There was a howling from across the barn, and Aris saw  a little man being tugged by the Wiccan. "Doncha like that?" she howled. "Let's try some corporal then, see what that does!"

 

 The obese witch picked up a thick wooden paddle provided by the Little Shop, and went behind the man, whacking his ass again and again as he screamed bloody murder, and his penis shrunk to near-invisibility.

 

Payton laughed. "That won't get her anywhere...she's an idiot. I saw my hub actually laugh in her face when she was tuggin' at him."

 

Payton used both hands and stroked the insides of Aris's thighs, using her fingers of her right hand to stroke his testicles and anus while the left hand reached up to massage Aris's left nipple.

 

 Aris wondered if he was going to cum immediately, and began pulling back the best he could.

 

Now Payton was using her open hand to massage Aris's balls and butt simultaneously, and suddenly Aris felt her thumb pushing up there, and he gasped.

 

"Like that, do you?" Payton asked, smiling. Aris's legs began shaking. "P-please, maybe you should go on to the next guy" he begged.

 

"Oh, you don't fancy me?" Payton looked astonished. And well she should.

 

 They had been going at it for fifteen minutes, and they'd discussed, along with the teasing, a variety of other subjects.

 

Aris learned they both played tennis, had common interests in the the show "Grey's Anatomy", Chinese opera, Wynton Marsalis jazz albums, and the Iraq situation.

 

Indeed, Payton was an amateur military historian, and she liked duckpin bowling as well...Aris found her fascinating AND arousing.

 

"No, no...I'm just afraid I'll cum..and I can't have that. Austine has been so patient with me." Aris begged, his eyes meeting Payton's.

 

"I-I love talking with you, and I love this stroking...you're very beautiful and talented, I just don't want to have an accident."

 

And it could happen. Now Payton was holding Aris's penis with her middle, thumb and index finger, the index and middle finger on the back of Aris's dick, with the thumb up front.

 

Payton had brought a bit of lube, and had made her hand rather soggy, and ran it up and down Aris's cock enthusiastically.

 

"I-I wish we could talk more" Aris went on. "I wish I'd met you somewhere else, but I can't cum...

 

If I do, it'll be over...I probably won't beat out your husband, but Austine will be much less harsh on me if I can just hold out til nearly the end, you know?"

 

And amazingly, Payton smiled. "I think you're about to cum right now, luv." And Aris's legs were shaking something fierce...and suddenly Payton took her hand away.

 

"All right, I'll give you a chance...because I like you a bit myself." Payton gave Aris a regretful smile and moved on...and Aris almost wished he'd released!

 

Aris's reverie was interrupted by the sound of screams from the Chariot races. "Jody, you sorry bitch, you lost again!" Aris shook his head sadly. The world was a tough place when you were a submissive!

 

Suddenly, Aris looked up, and there was a full figured brunette. "Hi, I'm Taryn...I just locked my husband up over there...Eli is getting unpierced right now...and I'm going to win this contest!"

 

And indeed, Aristotle Binks burst into tears as Taryn made him cum in less than four minutes!

 

END OF PART TWO

 

 


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