Attempt to Wait It Out

Gawain looks at you, his face also a bright shade of red. He presses himself up against the back of the counter and leans over to you.

“What’s happening? Are you ok?” His concern ringing through his voice.

Just then, the invisible hands focus their torment on your rod, teasing it with gentle fingertips and scratching. You inhale sharply before responding a feeble.

“I’m fine!”

Just then, your rod is loosely grasped with one hand as it begins to work your shaft slowly. You squirm on the stool, as (Name) furrows his brows before questioning you again.

“Are you sure about that? You’re holding you breath.”

By now, two hands are gaining momentum as they firmly stroke your entire cock. Your mouth is pierced in a tight smile as you attempt to keep yourself under control. As if the tormentor knew this, something warm and wet envelopes your invisible rod. The sudden change causes you to let out a very audible gasp. Name’s face grows even redder as his concern switches to confused anger.

“Phillip cut it out, people are starting to stare!”

You begin to sweat as pleasurable heat travels through you as the specter forces you to ride the edge, letting you get just enough control over yourself before continuing their pleasuring. Your senses become overwhelmed as the warm **** on your dick becomes unbearable, the **** slamming into your balls with speed and power. Unsure if you are able to hold back, all you can do is wonder whether or not you can orgasm in your new state. Your balls tighten and just when you think you're going to shoot, you feel the wet warmth remove itself entirely forcing you to ride the last edge. You instinctively reach down to stroke yourself to completion but you rub your pants in vain. Realizing you are helpless to finish yourself off, all you can do is sit and wait until the throbbing subsides.