Part 4 - Round 3
"That... That was in... insane! What... What did you do that for?!" He stammered.
"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have really hurt. I thought you might..." I replied as soothingly as I could.
"What was that for?! Don't you know that it's super sensitive right after cumming?"
"This is so much more intense than blue balls right? I thought you might want to experience something like that once in your life. And this isn't something you can do by yourself. You need someone else to do it to you."
Oh dear, I hope I haven't overdone it. It's just a light scratch, a caress with a fingernail! Fortunately Aunt Margaret stepped in to help.
"Greg, breathe in." Aunt Margaret told him. "Take in deep breaths and try to relax. It will help you cope with the sensations. Breathe in slowly. Now listen to me, the pain will go away very soon. You'll be ok. This is called post orgasmic cock torture. This is actually sensory overload, it's not really pain. The sensations are magnified when you have just ejaculated and anything you feel can be unbearable. It's really mind-blowing though, isn't it? It's normal that you would want to run away. What Jenny gave you is a very mild taste of it. To really experience this, you would have to be strapped down while Jenny goes at you for a minute or two so you can't run away and you can't stop her. It's true! There are some guys who are really into this and they ask to be strapped down. I know, it sounds scary, and I wouldn't strap you down unless you ask for it. Do you feel like you have recovered from it yet? Can you stand up?"
Greg responded quite well to Aunt's speech and seems to have gotten over it already. I noticed that she has this authoritative and calming presence, which Greg seems to find comforting. And he trusts her. He stood up and gripped the side of the bed for support. I'd bet he is still feeling some of that magnified trauma from my fingernail. But it was really just a light scratch, I swear.
His cock was still half hard and throbbed once in a while, the last of his cum draining off the tip. There was cum all over his body and on the bed. Compared to the first round, this looks watery, but I think there was more or less just as much ejaculate. Yup, his balls must have been fully filled up. That was a satisfying thought.
I walked over and got him a glass of water which he drained at one go. He looked up at me and I smiled apologetically. He grinned. I suppose he has gotten over it already.
"That was quite an experience wasn't it? I hope you're not too upset with me... Do you still want to go for round 3? You've had fun during these 2 rounds, didn't you? I promise not to torture your cock like that again, not unless you want me to." I said to Greg.
"Round 3..." he muttered. "I've not had a round 3 yet. That would be something to experience."
"So you don't know how long you need to rest before you can go again? It's ok, sit down and have a rest. I'll get you hard again later. For now, let me clean you up again. What? Is your cock still hurting? I'll be extra gentle this time. Maybe we can go to the toilet and I wash it for you."
Aunt Margaret waved us off and sat down in her chair to wait for us. So she's going to leave us alone for a while! I don't think he can get hard yet, but I'm sure there is some way for me to have fun, especially without her around.
Greg wasn't very steady on his feet when we walked to the toilet together but he didn't want to lean on me. So I just walked beside him and looked at his semi-hard cock swinging as he walked. The toilet was just outside the massage room, down the corridor. Aunt said she didn't have any other appointments this morning so we decided to take a risk and walk over in our state of undress. It's such a hassle to put on clothing only to remove it again when we reach the toilet!
The toilet was a single cubicle unit and we locked the door from the inside. I got him to sit on the toilet bowl and wait for me. I scooped water from the running tap with my hands, turned to him and poured it on his wilting cock. Then I gently held it between my hands and tried rubbing a little with my thumb, but it was still sensitive and it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling my hands away.