He shivered and whined, and I knew it wasn’t just from the plug coming out. “Master…”
His needy plea had me reaching down and patting between his legs, fingering his lubed hole after giving him a flash of the pain he loved. “Yes, you’re ready, so there’s no reason to delay.”
The detached, almost asshole tone to my voice had him shivering and his tight ring tried to pull my finger in. “Naughty slut.”
Giving him a firm pat that was more sound than smack, I sighed and shook my head as he cried out and tried to fuck my fingers again. “The experiment does not involve fingers.”
Kennedy shivered and made a sexy, apologetic whine, but it was clear he wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m…I’m sorry?”
I let out another frustrated sound and frowned at him. “You will be if you disobey and ruin my experiment.”
As the platform rotated so that the lower half of Kennedy’s body was hidden from the audience, I stopped the movement and picked up my clipboard. “I will be making notes as the participants use you. Please feel free to articulate how they feel. This is for science, of course, and I will be recording your moans and orgasms.”
Kennedy sucked in a breath and jolted as his first test subject came onto the platform from a private door behind the stage. He was vibrating as our first bachelor penis walked up between his legs and made a low, sexy, pleased sound as his fingers caressed the underside of Kennedy’s ass cheeks.
Still shaking, Kennedy made a needy sound as the dam broke on the first touch and it was like pleasure crashed over him. He didn’t orgasm, but it was damned close and the audience held their breath as our first test subject made a loud showing of putting on a condom.
Some people were just theatrical by nature, but he made the sounds so perfectly, I had a feeling he’d been a theater kid in high school.
Kennedy was the perfect partner for his show, however, because my sexy boy gave a desperate moan as the long, slender dick slid deep inside him. With both of them seemingly enjoying themselves, I took a moment to pretend to jot down notes and made some humming sounds as IinspectedKennedy.
Pinching his nipples again, I nodded and mumbled to myself like I was a distracted scientist. “Sensitive. Yes. Changes to color and stiffness showing arousal. Very good.”
I was pretty sure Kennedy liked the inspection just as much as he liked being fucked, so I kept that up as the scene progressed. He made enough sexy sounds that everyone watching was turned on, but it was the way he arched and whined, making it clear he was restrained, that really got them going.
It got our first subject going as well because before long, his sounds changed and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
He didn’t.
Kennedy’s desperate noises and the way his entire body clenched said he hadn’t either, but his restrained cock made it more of a mental orgasm than a truly physical,cum shooting out everywhereone.
But he didn’t get a chance to come down or fight for a second chance at a bigger orgasm because Bachelor Cock B was up and raring to go.
He was also a bit of an exhibitionist, so as he came up and sank into Kennedy, who was shocked at how long the cock inside of him seemed to be, I started the stage turning again. The audience loved the shift and appreciated being able to see the new angle but I thought some of them were surprised by my helper.
As a well-known sub around the club, I wasn’t sure many people had realized just how well-endowed he was or how much he liked topping. For some reason everyone still saw top Dom and sub bottom, but sex didn’t always work like that.
We both had fun caressing Kennedy, and the Energizer Bunny routine he was giving Kennedy was getting wonderful sounds out of my boy. At the very least, he loved the energy and the way it was obvious they were both being watched.
That seemed to be the favorite part for both of them based on the grins they were trying to hide, so as we shifted and the audience got a good view of their profile, I went back toinspectingKennedy.
“Let’s see the rest of you.” Doing my best impression of a slightly curious scientist, I walked back around to the tray and picked up a small measuring tape.
The snaps at the side of the jock were easy to remove, but I took my time to make sure everyone got a good view and that Kennedy realized what was happening.
His still restrained cock springing into view was sexy as hell, but the sound he made that was half relief and half excitement was adorably Kennedy. “I’m…it’s…Oh, Master…”
“Yes, you’re going to be easy to measure like this.” The soft fabric measuring tape made it easy to fuck with him too and I took my time analyzing every inch of his dick until his newest friend rabbited his way into an orgasm for himself and another round of shakes and jerks for Kennedy.
There was no cum yet but there was lots of pleasure and precum, so I was counting the scene as a success so far.
Our next two bachelors were wonderful successes as well, with one behind the curtain and another in front of it. Kennedy’s moans indicated the fatter dicks were amazing and left him shaking with need, but we weren’t done yet.
We were, however, getting to the interesting part of the evening.
I did my best not to show that, though, as I stopped the platform when Kennedy’s legs were hidden from the audience again. It protected the privacy of our next wonderful bachelor and would make the scene more interesting because I knew how much Kennedy was going to love this part of the experiment.
Kennedy was almost holding his breath as he waited, vibrating with desire, and he let out a desperate moan as he heard Jasper join us on the platform behind the curtain.
