therubberdog: fantassdick-fantasies:THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX Thank god the box is soundproof; I can’t e
therubberdog: fantassdick-fantasies: THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX Thank god the box is soundproof; I can’t even imagine the noises the beast must be making inside. Sitting at my desk and finalizing paperwork for my big meeting tomorrow, the soft splatters on the hardwood floor to my left barely registered in my ears, I was so focused. Looking over, I could see the box- a 7 foot-tall contraption, like a vertical coffin- rattling gently in silence in its spot against the wall. The only opening in the locked container was at waist height, lined with a rubber sleeve, which was currently filled with the penis of the latest man I had imprisoned inside. It was bucking and straining, taut and shiny like glass as it barfed out its latest batch of seed. The box wasn’t wide enough for him to be able to pull out of the hole and bring his penis inside with the rest of his body- he was forced to keep it outside at all times, exposed for me to view and occasionally play with. I wasn’t surprised by the man’s choice to hump the sleeve- it was an inevitability. I had been teasing the head of his thick penis with a feather on and off for the past three hours whenever I got bored. The ridges on the underside of his cockhead were so gloriously defined, I couldn’t help myself. I’m not completely heartless though; I allow my prisoners to reach ejaculation when they feel the need. But only if they do it themselves- they must surrender their ego and their dignity and rut with the hole until their seed is spilled everywhere for anyone outside the box to see. They’re understandable, the eventual orgasms. There isn’t any room to escape the box, the sleeve fits like a glove, and their cocks are constantly out of their reach- and constantly within mine. I can only imagine how frustrating it is to be trapped inside- in total darkness, the smell of your own sweat and the sound of your own begging and grunting filling your ears. And to be unable to see or touch your own penis, or know who’s watching it or playing with it. When they aren’t focused on their need to ejaculate, humping frantically into the unknown, I imagine my occupants find it pretty claustrophobic inside there. That is- when I’m not distracting them by tracing their piss slits with my fingernails. Glancing down at the growing puddle of off-white slime on the floor, I chuckle to myself and return to my work. This guy’s pretty worked up. I imagine the next cumming should happen within 10-15 minutes. If not, I’ll just start massaging the thick urethral chord on the underside of his cock until he feels compelled to perform again. Need to be the one in the box. Anyone interested in such a captive? -- source link