Bad End 10 - Strung Up

You decide to take the chance. You slip into the pool and swim to the poolside. {if CumOnBody = 1}The warm water washes away any traces of cum on your body, which should save you some embarrassment when the team arrives. {endif}It's a bit tricky to climb out of the pool with your wrists bound{if HandsInFront = 1}{else} behind your back{endif}, but you manage it by turning your back to the ladder and climbing it backwards, holding on to the metal ladder with your hands. You quickly step towards the door into the changing room. You push past the door and enter.

"Where do you think you're going, Wilson?" Shit - it's Leo. Of course it is. You try to reach the other door, into the foyer, but Leo catches you from behind. He pins you against the wall and grabs the rope around your wrists. "Good thing I came back early to check on you." He marches you back to the pool area and over to a shower area on the poolside. There's a metal pipe which forms part of the shower fitting, and Leo ties your hands to it. He steps back and checks his ropework. "Looks like I have you all to myself. Might as well take the opportunity..." His hands explore your body, playing with your chest, your cock, your balls. You try to wriggle away from his grasp but there's nowhere to go. He steps close to you, and you can feel the tips of his copper fauxhawk brushing against your neck.

{if HandsInFront = 1}Leo reaches down{else}Leo reaches around you{endif} and grabs your hard cock. He starts to stroke you, and after a few minutes of his relentless touching and stroking, you can feel yourself getting close, but of course Leo doesn't let you cum. He lets go of your cock and gives your balls a few light slaps until you're no longer as close, then starts edging you again. You plead with your eyes for him to let you go, or at least to let you cum, but Leo simply ignores you.

Eventually, the rest of the team arrives for the party. There's much amusement among your team-mates when they enter the poolside area to find you strung up by Leo in a shower stall, desperately thrusting your cock against his hand hoping to get enough friction to cum. Adam is the first to reach you. Your team captain shakes his head. "What happened here?"

"Tried to get away without untying his hands. Good thing I came back early and caught him," Leo replies.

"I see. Honestly, Wilson, I thought you'd be able to get yourself free by the time we got back. But here we are, and you're out of luck. " He turns to the others. "What do you think we should do with him?"

"I think the birthday boy should decide," Fenris says, with a wicked grin. After all, it's Zach's party, and besides, it was Wilson who let the team down against the Bluefins when Zach injured his shoulder, wasn't it?"

"I agree," Steve says. "It's a fitting punishment for Will's performance in that game."

Everyone looks to Zach, waiting for him to decide. Zach thinks for a moment. "Actually, I think our social secretary is doing exactly what's needed here. In fact, I think I'll take over from Leo for a bit while we set up for the party." There's a general chorus of agreement from your team-mates. "I think he needs one of my special training sessions," Zach says. "I'll take it from here."

The others scatter as Zach steps close, his body holding you against the wall of the shower. "Will, I think it's time to teach you the virtues of patience and self-control. I've been watching you during our work-outs." Zach smiles. "Your problem is that you're always in a hurry. Rushing through your reps. Thinking about the next set of lifts before you've even finished the ones you're doing. That's why you let in so many goals in that game against the Bluefins. You need to slow down. Focus on the whole."

Zach lays his hands on your chest and slowly moves them down to your cock. You try to buck Zach's hands away, but it's no good. He gently grasps your hard cock and starts a slow, deliberate stroking. Up, down, up, down. You continue to struggle against the rope, but Zach knows what he's doing, and your cock and balls stay firmly in his grip. "Relax, Will. You're not going anywhere, and I'm going to take as much time as I want. You might as well enjoy it." He changes his grip, applying more pressure to your cock as he continues wanking you slowly.

Someone turns down the lights and starts playing music over the PA system, but your focus is squarely on what Zach is doing to you, and how damn good it feels. He alternates between different strokes, carefully watching you for signs that you're getting closer to cumming, and slows down whenever he thinks it's necessary. You can feel your arousal building with each cycle of stimulation and relaxation. He's playing you. The twine around your cock keeps you hard, trapping the blood in your engorged dick. It's maddening.

You decide to change tack and try to make yourself cum, working with your hips to thrust into his hand, but Zach isn't fooled. "Mmmmph mppph MFFF!" Zach simply smiles, and slows his movements down even more. Now his fingers are dancing over the head of your dick, giving only the lightest touches. You groan into your gag. Still, Zach keeps edging you slowly, mercilessly. Then finally, it feels like you're getting close. Zach looks distracted, and he maintains his original pace of stroking. You can feel your balls tightening, ready to release their pent-up load...

Zach lets go of your dick, and you yell into your gag in frustration. You buck with your hips, hitting nothing but air. You were so close!

"All right, Will, time for a break. We'll continue this session later." And with that, Zach slides into the water, leaving you strung up in the shower stall with a raging erection and no way to relieve yourself. You're so fucked.

After some time, Zach returns, and starts all over again. He brings you to the edge again - and leaves you frustrated again. And again. And again. After four or five cycles of edging, he finally decides to let you cum. It's the most intense cum you've had in a long, long time. You yell into your gag as you finally release your load all over Zach's hand and over your chest and abs, drawing a huge cheer from the team gathered round watching the two of you. Zach steps back, tired and sweaty. You struggle weakly, looking at Zach to see if he'll untie you, but he shakes his head.

"What, you thought we were done here? Will, that was just the first round." Zach smiles, while you glare at him. "We're going to take a short break, have some cake, and then we'll continue the second part of your training..."

THE END