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Chapter Eight – Painful Denial
The night when the session is over, Rosta is escorted not to his usual cell but to the Infirmary. He is fitted with a chastity belt and tied to the bed. An IV Drip is inserted in his arm. The fluid contains a drug that increases his semen production three-fold.
The lights are turned off and he is left alone to ponder what all this entails.
Savitch finds out soon enough that today is unlike other days. The chastity belt is removed and he unexpectedly is not scrubbed down with the stiff-bristle floor brushes. Instead he is strapped down and spread out on a table. I sit down at his head and say: “We have been very rough with you, my friend and I regret how you have been treated. All that is to change.”
He has a puzzled look on his face. I leave him for a moment to ponder the meaning of what I say.
Rosta soon gets the picture when Ludwig starts to slowly stroke his limp cock. He works it up to a full throbbing erection. Sliding his hand up the shaft, palm-rubbing the bulbous head, then slowly down again. The drug that was administered last night works him up close to a powerful eruption of cum.
Ludwig stops and watches the big cock slowly flag limp again.
As soon as it is completely flaccid, Ludwig starts all over again. It doesn't take long for Savitch to sport another painful erection. He scrabbles his fingers and toes in frustration when, just as he is about to squirt, the wanking stops.
And so it goes: one erection after another, one more frustration when an ejaculation is denial. They shift him to another position on his back, but it is still the same thing, over and over and over again.
And so it goes for hour after hour.
Rosta's balls ache from so many denials of release.
But there is no let-up. My assistants and I are relentless in dishing out all this sexual frustration. We end this session.
The chastity belt is reattached and he is escorted back to his cell and strapped down for the night.
Today it is the same scenario, only a different bondage position. We stand him up and get his sore cock to produce another frustrating erection. Then he is slowly wanked just to the edge of an eruption, time and time and time again. As we progress alone I detect just a hint of a reaction. Nothing dramatic but there it is nonetheless.
Then we switch from a hand job to sweet sucking with a warm mouth. Sometimes it's really stimulating for him if we fill our mouths with a hot beverage such as black coffee or sweet tea. That really sends him up the wall.
We all take turns sucking his beautiful nice-sized cock. The taste of pre-cum is salty but sweet.
Then we go back to wanking him. He never, never ever is allowed to ejaculate. He is getting visibly annoyed but not enough to give us what we want. And so we don't give him what he wants either. It is a Mexican Stand Off.
There is still more that we could do, but we'll save that for tomorrow. He is returned to his cell and strapped in for the night, wearing only the chastity belt.
We cuff him to the wall and remove the chastity belt. We give him a booster shot of the semen enhancing drug. He is injected with it in his testicles.
Ouch!
This should tip him over the edge, break him down and give up the information I want. I have an inkling that today will be the day. Although I must say that it has been a personal pleasure working him over. Soon this tough cookie will crumble.
Rosta Savitch is brought in for yet another session of painful edging. This time he is seated with his legs spread wide.
Off and on we attach nipple clips to get him hard faster. The injection is doing its job, he drips pre-cum copiously. That saves on excessive lubricant.
He is getting more and more agitated. I think we may finally have him where we want him. “Give it up, Rosta.” I coax. “Make your cock happy and we all will be happy.”
Just when I think he is ready to cooperate in exchange for a long-anticipated burst of hot cum, a messenger from the Front Office comes in and delivers an urgent message.
The war between Austria and the Czech Republic is over. A treaty has been agreed to and an amnesty has been declared to free all prisoners of war. I don't tell this to Rosta, but it is useless any more to try and get the information I wanted.
I have other plans for Pardoned Spy Savitch.
To Be Continued.........
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