Stroking To The Beat – Episode 2

The air in the room was thick with anticipation as the first beats of the bass-heavy track began to pound through the large speakers strategically placed around the space. The man known online as CockHero sat strapped tightly to an oversized wooden chair, his pulse already quickening in time with the music. His hands rested anxiously on his bare thighs, the unzipped fly of his jeans revealing his already half-erect cock resting against his heavy balls.

Across the room, nestled amongst an array of strategically placed camera equipment, sat a tall, thin male figure in an oversized black hoodie. Only the chirping sound of his fingers tapping out commands on the keyboard and his glistening rhinestoned nails provided any hint of his identity. He glanced up briefly, his mask lightening with a slight smirk before he returned his attention to the screen.

The camera operator, a middle aged man in flared jeans and a grey button-up, slid soundlessly into position, his beloved vintage film camera in hand. He gave a quick signal, and the recorded tones of CockHero’s own voice began to fill the studio:

“Alright boys, time to join me in Episode 2 of my legendary stroking series. Gather your lollipops, adjust your pant edges, and hold on tight. We’re going for a wild ride…”

As the deranged first verse began its descent into a sick beat, a young woman with tousled black hair and brightly painted fingernails emerged from the shadows, a black lace cat cowl obscuring the upper half of her face. Her full lips formed into a naughty pout as she locked eyes with CockHero, hands sensuously running down her curvy body.

“Oh, hello there,” CockHero’s disembodied voice purred, as the woman slid her fingers under the elastic of her red thong and slowly pulled it down. “I see we have a special guest for today’s installation. Tell us your name, sugar?”

“Gwinn,” the woman replied in a breathy purr. “But you can call me Mistress for the next little while.”

Mistress Gwinn glanced up at the cosy studio lighting and the camera now trained on her, a wicked smile playing at her lips. She pooled the saliva in her mouth and began to brace herself on CockHero’s muscular thigh, rubbing her face against the rough sprinkling of hair there. She licked and nuzzled down further, chuckling deeply as she tasted the long furl of cock that now rested against his taut abdomen.

CockHero groaned as Mistress Gwinn greeted him, her tongue snaking out to explore every fold of his foreskin. “That’s it, boy,” she cooed. “Doesn’t your cock feel good in my mouth?”

CockHero mewled helplessly, his head falling back as his hips bucked upwards involuntarily. Mistress Gwinn chuckled, pulling away and releasing his twitching cock with a long, satisfied pull. “There is no need to sacrifice yourself just yet, darling. Hold that lollipop nice and steady. Your reward is coming.”

Mistress Gwinn stood up and stretched, purposely running her hands over every curve of her body before setting a curved wooden paddle down between CockHero’s spread legs. His eyes widened as she moved the heavy wood over his cock and balls, sending electric shocks up his body and down to his toes.

“Let it be known,” Mistress Gwinn smirked, “that the cock is most receptive when enervated from sexual arousal and topped with toys, games, and sensations. And we have only just begun…”

CockHero yelped endlessly, his cock jerked and pulsed in his palm as the paddle swung heavier and faster. He no longer had control over the whorishing sounds that panted from his throat as the trance music now filled the room with its incessant, pulsing lead bass.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, sweat dripping down his chest. “It’s so good!”

Mistress Gwinn paused momentarily, her breasts rising and falling with each fevered breath. She traced her nails along CockHero’s inner thighs before reaching up to stroke his cock again. “Poor darling, all wound up and nowhere to go,” she purred. “You are doing so well, holding back. I think you deserve a taste of your efforts, don’t you?”

CockHero groaned loudly, his cock pulsing in her hand. Mistress Gwinn released his throbbing erection and grabbed his hands, guiding them to a small bottle on the chair’s armrest. “Lubricate your fingers with this delicious lube, and make sure the tips of each finger are well coated. Then place them at the entrance of your anus.”

CockHero groaned, biting his lip as he Painting the tip of his finger with lube, he began to carefully circle over his anus. As he pushed further, the toy began to pulse, intensifying the sensations. “Oh my god,” he moaned loudly. “I can’t take it! Please!”

The engines had begun their ascent to the next level, the bass line now throbbing almost as fast as his heart. CockHero yelped when he felt Gwinn’s hand on his cock. “You’re making it so hard to edged, CockHero,” she purrs. “You’re being such a good boy, holding off and holding back…”

She placed a gentle kiss on the crown of his dick, which throbbed needily, before withdrawing entirely. Her hand bolstered his shaky grip on his straining erection, guiding him to stroke faster as the heavy bassline set the tempo. She licked and nuzzled her way up his thigh until her mouth was once again poised just above his twitching cock, her warm breath sending shivers over his skin.