The German doctor (II)

 I really dislike being fingered up my ass and I guess he understood that from my movements and removed it giving me a sharp smack on my butt, once the call was over. He then grabbed a blindfold and tied it on the back of my head. The situation was evolving far beyond of what we agreed on our previous online chat, but for some reason I was trusting him and didn't fight the move, probably because despite all fears I was still rock hard and hoping to cum at some point. 

So already blindfolded I felt the hits of a martinet across my butt, and then upper legs and even on my back. It was not too hard, so it was more erotic than painful to be honest, but being blindfolded intensified all sensations and the surprise was always scary. I was also getting tired of that position and holding the bar, so it was a relief when he removed it from my hands and started to release my hands and legs.

He kept the bracelets over my wrists and tied them to each other and guided me somewhere else. Oh, and yes, I still had my underwear in my mouth, so I could only mumble along. He then instructed me to climb up to a chair and gently seat down on a table. He took my blindfold for me to better see what I was supposed to do but quickly replaced it by a kind of balaklava only with a hole for the mouth. I was then instructed to lie my back on the table. My hands were now behind my head and my feet were on the chair, while my butt was on the edge of the table. This was a narrow table and I couldn’t move much or I would fall to the ground, so I had to stay still.

That’s when I feel a warm mouth covering my cock and that sent an electric sign across my spine. It was deep, sudden sucking, out of the blue. Then I felt the martinet again just sliding through my chest, belly, cock and thighs. Then sharp hand slaps on my thighs. Then a nipple got pinched and the other. My briefs got removed and a long tongue invaded my mouth aggressively while my nose got pinched, I couldn’t really breath. The kiss was so intense that it felt more like oral rape and the lack of oxygen made me sweat. I breathed intensely once released only to have my underwear put back inside, but now also with my socks. I took some comfort from the fact that it were my own clothes, that idea helped me control the vomit reflexes. Then I feel his hands over my cock, first a gentle massage but soon strong wanking movements, and then his mouth again, and again a deep violent kiss, and slaps, and masturbation, and oral, and slaps and I was going crazy, lacking oxygen, wanting release.

And that’s when he released my hands and removed the balaklava, I could see now. Instinctively my hands reached my cock, only to be slapped for the move, “stay still”. He got some large blue tape and soon both hands were tightly taped to my thighs centimeters away from my now covered in saliva, leaking precum and rock hard cock. He sat on the chair where my feet were lying and now instead they were hanging free to the sides. His control over my cock became more intense than ever, I was on the verge of cuming but every time he sensed that he would squeeze it and stop my orgasm. This lasted what it felt like hours, when I was losing hope the shaking became faster, a finger was again probing my hole and his mouth covered my cock and I was free, shooting load after load inside his mouth. I couldn’t believe the intensity, my body was sweating and shaking and I barely realized when he removed the underwear from my mouth and made me swallow my own cum, pushed by his strong tongue. I couldn’t even be bothered to fight it, I was still trying to digest the most intense orgasm of my life.

I was still dizzy when he helped me to seat down and gave me a glass of water. I was still trying to understand how that gentlemen, at least 20 years older, still fully dressed, just gave me such an intense sexual experience, I barely had any words and was now feeling a bit embarrassed of the situation. There I was, naked, sweaty and still trembling. “Drink some water, take a rest if you want”, his words were soothing and again he sounded very much like a doctor. I felt like a patient with new strange symptoms. I managed to gather myself and asked permission to dress up. He allowed it but grabbed my briefs. I understood I was not supposed to put them on and thought he wanted a souvenir, but at the door he told them I could dress them back at home and placed them in my pocket. So my now oversensitive skin, butt, cock and balls had to brush against my jeans till home, it made me feel I was still under his control all the way. Once at home a second wank was more than needed, this time it only took some seconds till orgasm.