Bethany’s Pillory Payback for Zack
His cock and balls get tortured by Strangers!
[WARNING — NON-CON THEMES]
It’s been three months since I arranged for Bethany to learn about the pillory and what happens to helpless women trapped in it. I was a little nervous at first doing that to her, but she’s the one who brought it up and wanted to know more. I just helped her to get her questions answered.
Initially, after that night, I was always staring over my shoulder, waiting for some type of payback, but nothing ever happened. She must have enjoyed her class on pillories. It all turned out for the better, and since Joe the bartender and her had their moment, we’ve both been drinking for free.
I didn’t have any grand or hidden plans for Bethany this time when she suggested some more pillory play just as we were about to go to sleep. I figured I’d just wing it as soon as she was helpless in its solid oak grasp again and at my mercy.
She was obviously excited, because she didn’t change out of her nighty and didn’t give me time to switch out of my boxers or plain white muscle shirt.
“Hurry Zack! Let’s play!”
Bethany gets to the pillory first, quickly holds open the top board and says, “Ok, get in Zack.”
I stand dumbfounded by this little turn of events. “But the pillory is for women. I’ve never even seen a picture of a guy stuck in one.”
“So, are you saying you want me to take a picture of you in it?”
“No, I’m saying I have that to put you in. Not for me to be in it?”
“Honestly Zack, had I known you were such a chicken, I don’t think I would have married you.”
Fuck! She played the “Chicken” card on me! I put my head and wrists into place and say, “Fine! See! Not a chicken.”
She closes the top board, which is an extremely tight fit on my neck and wrists since the cutouts were sized for her. A moment of panic at being choked hits me! I try to lift the board off, but she’s already latched it closed.
Bethany grabs my right ankle to move it into place for the bottom board, then my left. Sliding the backboard into place and latching it, I’m now helplessly bent over just like I liked her to be.
“Zack? Do you remember the last thing I said after you surprised me with your little pillory game?”
I truly don’t remember. I’ve been so busy with my Fantasy Football league since then. I wasn’t going to lie, because she’d then ask me, so, what did I say?
“I’m sorry Bethany. I don’t remember.”
Bethany reminds me, “I said, I still don’t know what a bunch of girls might do in the same situation?”
“Wait, I do remember that now. The thought of a bunch of girls having their way with you in our pillory was very enticing. I just haven’t had a chance to arrange that for you. I can work on that tomorrow if you’d like.”
“You’re confused Zack. I wasn’t wondering what they might do to a woman. Oh, hear that? I think they’re here. Be right back.”
“Wait! Bethany! What did you do?”
I fight to get out of the pillory, which is just stupid, because I know that’s not happening for me without help.
The familiar voice of Joe the bartender says, “Hi Bethany. All seven of them came.”
Seven? Seven of who?
A sexy voice says, “I’ve been to a lot of bachelorette parties before and have seen some things. This is the first time I’ve seen this.”
Holy fuck! Seven hot and drunk girls from a bachelorette party? My mind instantly starts imagining each and every one of them, since in my current position; I can’t actually see any of them.
Bethany and Joe move around the front, where I can see both of them. She announces, “Girls! Listen up! He’s yours to do whatever the fuck you want to do with him. Just don’t leave any marks.”
As pissed as I am at Bethany tricking me, my cock can’t help but get hard thinking about the bride in just her white bra, panties and thigh-high lace nylons being held up with garters.
I’m picturing her maid of honor being a Vegas Showgirl who’s still wearing her feather mask. Then there’s the upset for being slighted bridesmaid who believes she should have been maid of honor. All in sexy black, wrapped in a black and gray boa.
A new and just as sexy voice adds, “He’s got a nice ass.” Grabbing it she continues, “And it’s firm also.”
Seconds later, more hands are feeling my ass, thighs and stomach along with someone cupping my balls. Oh wow, this is working out just perfectly. They don’t know me, I can’t see them, there’s nothing holding anyone back. Perfect!
Being trapped helpless in my own pillory by my wife Bethany couldn’t be going any better than it already is. As more hands grab onto my helpless body, my cock is getting harder and closer to cuming than ever!
I’ve not seen any of the seven girls now playing with my body, but I’ve completely finished imagining the last four of them. There’s a brunette in a black slick teddy with thigh-high nylons. A redhead who’s using her pearls to bind her own wrists.
A jet-black haired lightweight MMA champion who brought chains to bind me even further. Lastly, a prim and proper strawberry blonde with elbow length black silk gloves who’ll be giving me the best head ever.
I feel my boxers being slowly pulled down. My cock is seconds from being fully exposed. The cold air slaps my naked ass along with a half dozen pairs of hands. From two sides, my shaft is being caressed and stroked. I’m in fucking heaven!
A familiar voice from behind my pillory says, “Zack?”
I know immediately who this is! Fuck!
“You don’t need to answer for me to know it’s you Zack!”
Trying my best to ignore her, since I’m seconds from cumming. Several hard slaps at the hands on my cock throw off my rhythm.
“Sue, Barb, don’t make him cum! Nobody touch his cock! This fucker doesn’t deserve to ever cum again.”
I open my eyes to see Bethany standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips. Joe, the bartender is standing right beside her. He’s equally interested to hear the rest of this story.
Another girl asks, “Why? What did he do?”
“This fucker cheated on my sister the morning of their wedding.”
Seeing the look in Bethany’s eyes, I try to explain, “Bethany, I was going to tell you.”
She wasn’t having it and starting eyeing up Joe instead.
Another question from behind, “How do you even know Kara, that this is that guy?”
Kara answers, “That tattoo.”
“You mean the one on his ass? Why do you recognize a tattoo on the ass of your almost brother-in-law?”
Tired of what’s happening behind me and having my heaven ripped away, I answer for Kara, “Because she’s the bitch who . . .” a hand grabs my balls and squeezes them until I can’t talk!
As tears form in my eyes, Bethany bends over some boxes and Joe takes the cue. He slides up her nighty and her panties down. His fingers move into her pussy right in front of me!
Behind me, the crowd surrounding my helpless body is quickly turning angry and violent! With one of the seven a soon to be Bride and all of them being drunk, I’m fucking screwed!
My muscle shirt is torn off and I’m now completely helpless and naked. A very sharp fingernail is poking my side.
“You cheated on your wedding day? What a fucking asshole.”
More sharp nails are traveling down my back, and not just lightly. If they aren’t breaking my skin, they sure as hell feel like it!
“Bethany! Joe! Make them stop! They’re way out of hand!”
Bethany asks Joe, “Do you hear something?”
Joe asks, “Like what?”
“Like a whiny baby that’s crying.”
“Not funny Bethany. Come on.”
{Smack!} “Fuck!”
“You didn’t answer jerk. Did you cheat on your fiancée on your wedding day?”
Getting sick of this one sided blame, I scream, “Yes! Yes! I did! And Kara fucked her sister’s fiancée on her sister’s wedding day!”
Everyone goes silent for a few seconds. Bethany moves away from Joe and towards me. Thank god. She’s going to finally let me go so we can stop this — and she’s gagging me! Fuck! No!
“Girls. Remember that rule about not leaving any marks? Well you can forget that rule.”
Leaning down, Bethany kisses me on my forehead and says, “Good luck — cheater.”
Heading back to her bent over the boxes position, “Fuck me Joe. Fuck me hard.”
Physically helpless and now gagged and unable to talk, I watch as Joe fucks Bethany from behind, all the while, I feel fourteen hands with very sharp nails touching me every way but anything pleasurable.
Kara’s part in ruining my first marriage, before it ever even happened, is quickly forgot. Nobody cares about that important part of the story. They are only taking it out on me.
My nipples are being pinched, yanked and bit hard. My balls are being smacked around in every direction. Two of the girls are playing a game of tic-tac-toe on my back, using only their nails to scratch in the game board and pieces.
The closest I’m getting to any pussy is with my elbow, that’s being used by Barb to rub against her clitoris. There’s a “Which ass cheek is redder?” contest going on between more girls, causing my ass to constantly burn from the paddling.
Bethany is starting to orgasm as my cock is now being slapped, twisted, squeezed and painfully batted around. Kara asks the bride, “Can I use your veil?”
Both Joe and Bethany are shuddering together as Kara is binding my cock and balls with the bride’s veil. I can feel the rough mesh material biting harder and deeper into my flesh with each additional knot being tied!
It’s too fucking tight, but I have no way to tell anyone. My cock and balls are swelling up, making an already too tight situation even worse!
“Sue, give me your shoe.”
“Why?”
“Because you have the thickest heels.”
Fuck! This isn’t good. Seconds later, I feel the edges of Sue’s heel as it painfully breaks the barrier of my asshole! I fight it all the way.
“Anyone got a hammer?” Calls out Kara.
Immediately I relax my sphincter and the heel goes the rest of the way in.
Kara adds, “Never mind.” Then runs the loose ends from my cock and ball bondage veil around Sue’s shoe, holding it deeply and painfully in place.
As my pain continues to grow, Bethany’s pleasure does also. She is now grabbing her own breasts and shuddering for a third time as I’ve yet to cum at all! My grunts, groans and screams go ignored by Bethany, but not the Secret Seven.
They are laughing and giggling the more they can make me scream in pain. Ice cubes are being held against my balls while drinks are getting poured onto my back. The alcohol is burning the scratches in my skin. I’m not sure if my nuts are going numb from the ice, lack of blood or both?
I can’t handle much more before I collapse like Bethany did. Only difference is, my collapse will be from too much pain, while hers was from overwhelming pleasure.
Each of the Secret Seven take a turn at the newest game Kara called the “Testicle Tug.” As fucking painful as this game is, I believe it’s the only thing helping my nuts to get any life sustaining blood.
Bethany cums a fucking forth time! This round from Joe’s skilled tongue as I cry in pain. A car horn beeps twice and the bride says, “Sorry girls, but its limo time again.”
Before leaving me, each gives one last extra painful nipple pinch, side punch, back spit, ball pull or cock smack and twist. In addition, the final name-calling: “Asshole”, “Fucker”, “Piece of Shit”, “Wedding Wrecker”, “Tiny Dick”, “Useless”.
Kara finished with, “I faked it.”
Bethany, who was pretending to not be paying attention, giggled on that last one.
Kara asks, “Joe? You coming with? We can drop you off back at the bar.”
Joe puts his arm around my wife and says, “Thanks, but I have things to do.”
The Secret Seven is gone. Joe and Bethany just walked off in the other direction. I’m still trapped in the pillory with my cock and balls tied so tight with the bride’s veil, I don’t believe I’m getting any blood flow!
Screaming as hard as I can into my gag, the only thing I hear in return are the doors to any hope of release, closing hard.
© 2023 Zatanna Dark All rights reserved.
Looking for a BDSM Erotica Story you’ve been unable to find? Feel free to contact me anytime here on Medium. I’ll do what I can to add one to my Collection. Thanks! Zatanna Dark