“For the male,” said Felatina, gesturing to Blondie, “Exercise and sexual behavior are closely related. The same muscles are used in both activities.”
Blondie was blushing deeply as we watched him. He clasped his hands in front of his pelvis, trying to maintain some modesty.
“This is why,” she continued, “it is so interesting to watch male physical exercise.”
I thought of Blondie using the masturbation device and had to agree. Felatina approached Blondie with a small bottle.
“Drink,” she said firmly. Blondie took the bottle obediently and drank the contents with one gulp.
“In a few minutes, when it takes effect, that potion has two influences. It increases the male’s pleasure, while delaying his release of that pleasure. It will make him most... attentive.”
There was a ripple of amusement around the room. I winked reassuringly at Blondie, to show him I was enjoying this. The next course of our meal, some prepared fish, was served while we waited for the potion to enhance Blondie’s sensations. I noticed Marianna looking at Gregory through an open door, and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. Felatina stepped over to one of the shrouded shapes and pulled the cover away. It was a raised wooden seat, with two oars attached – rather like I had seen on a ship, where the slaves rowing would sit. Only this also had a sort of hoop attached to the front. My mind was busy speculating what this was for, but judging by the giggling around the room, some of the ladies had already worked it out. “Come here, Blondie,” said Felatina. Blondie walked slowly to join her by the rowing machine, knowing perfectly well he was about to do some exercise. “Sit down.” Blondie seated himself on the device, looking nervously at the ‘hoop’ as realization gradually turned into fear. A block of wood positioned centrally ensured his legs had to be apart when he sat down. There was no hiding his erection, even under the loincloth. “You are going to row for us,” said Felatina with a gleam in her eyes, “But before you do we need to attach you...” Reaching down and with a single, swift tug, she detached the front of his loincloth from the leather belt. The soft white material flopped onto the …show more content…
“Start rowing, slowly.”
Obediently, Blondie took hold of the oars and started to row. There must have been some ingenious gears in the base of the “rowing machine” for as he rowed, the seat started sliding backwards. His penis remained in the hoop, but slid back too so the hoop was now almost around the glans of his penis. I saw his stomach tense a little, a sign of pleasure I recognized. As he rowed a little more, the chair slid forwards so his penis pushed back into the hoop almost down to the base of his shaft. The effect of this gentle movement, and the sliding up and down of his foreskin was obvious. His manhood stiffened even more.
With embarrassment and pleasure on his face, he continued to row slowly, exercising and being masturbated at the same time. The fish on people’s plates were quickly forgotten as we all enjoyed Blondie’s intense pleasure. He could not hide his body or his enjoyment from us. I looked at his legs tensing and his arms pumping, and his penis pointing in front of
Blondie was blushing deeply as we watched him. He clasped his hands in front of his pelvis, trying to maintain some modesty.
“This is why,” she continued, “it is so interesting to watch male physical exercise.”
I thought of Blondie using the masturbation device and had to agree. Felatina approached Blondie with a small bottle.
“Drink,” she said firmly. Blondie took the bottle obediently and drank the contents with one gulp.
“In a few minutes, when it takes effect, that potion has two influences. It increases the male’s pleasure, while delaying his release of that pleasure. It will make him most... attentive.”
There was a ripple of amusement around the room. I winked reassuringly at Blondie, to show him I was enjoying this. The next course of our meal, some prepared fish, was served while we waited for the potion to enhance Blondie’s sensations. I noticed Marianna looking at Gregory through an open door, and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. Felatina stepped over to one of the shrouded shapes and pulled the cover away. It was a raised wooden seat, with two oars attached – rather like I had seen on a ship, where the slaves rowing would sit. Only this also had a sort of hoop attached to the front. My mind was busy speculating what this was for, but judging by the giggling around the room, some of the ladies had already worked it out. “Come here, Blondie,” said Felatina. Blondie walked slowly to join her by the rowing machine, knowing perfectly well he was about to do some exercise. “Sit down.” Blondie seated himself on the device, looking nervously at the ‘hoop’ as realization gradually turned into fear. A block of wood positioned centrally ensured his legs had to be apart when he sat down. There was no hiding his erection, even under the loincloth. “You are going to row for us,” said Felatina with a gleam in her eyes, “But before you do we need to attach you...” Reaching down and with a single, swift tug, she detached the front of his loincloth from the leather belt. The soft white material flopped onto the …show more content…
“Start rowing, slowly.”
Obediently, Blondie took hold of the oars and started to row. There must have been some ingenious gears in the base of the “rowing machine” for as he rowed, the seat started sliding backwards. His penis remained in the hoop, but slid back too so the hoop was now almost around the glans of his penis. I saw his stomach tense a little, a sign of pleasure I recognized. As he rowed a little more, the chair slid forwards so his penis pushed back into the hoop almost down to the base of his shaft. The effect of this gentle movement, and the sliding up and down of his foreskin was obvious. His manhood stiffened even more.
With embarrassment and pleasure on his face, he continued to row slowly, exercising and being masturbated at the same time. The fish on people’s plates were quickly forgotten as we all enjoyed Blondie’s intense pleasure. He could not hide his body or his enjoyment from us. I looked at his legs tensing and his arms pumping, and his penis pointing in front of