In Search of the Ultimate Electric Shock to the Cock

In my youth I’d masturbated the same as everyone else but as time moved on I felt that just my own hand wasn’t doing it for me – not giving me the satisfaction I needed.

It was an itch that no matter what I tried just couldn’t be scratched – and I craved more – much more.

As the years passed and I found that women pretty much ignored me, my sexual pleasures were derived from the usual men’s magazines – my hand despite the frustration that caused me – and sometimes with maybe a wet sponge in the shower or even wearing a glove.

It wasn’t until I bought my first electric razor that things started to fall into place. Keeping the safety cover on (I wasn’t stupid just frustrated) I would hold the handle against my cock and let the vibrations work their magic.

As I grew bolder I invested in more expensive electric razors and loved those with dual controls meaning I could lie there switching the power from fast to slow to medium. But in time my cravings and indeed desperation outgrew that simple relief and I craved more.

I would spend hours in sex shops and even hardware stores looking for that one thing that would end my unbearable frustration and give me the sexual gratification I badly needed.

And so to the present day where as I stand outside the foreboding door of the private club – I shivered in both hope and anticipation that this was to be the pot of gold at the end of my sexual rainbow.

I’d got the address of the club from a chat room on the internet. One of those places where the users were such deviants I was sure they were all undercover cops from the pervert squad. I needn’t have worried as I became a regular I began to discuss quite openly my desires and needs and there was always someone on line ready to help.

Many of them wanted me back to their place – to let them try out their gadgets and devices on me – for a fee of course. But each time I declined – none of them, not one got me interested. Indeed some of their ideas on how to give me intense pleasure were really quite amusing.

However this one had stood out. There was no hard sell – no pressure just an almost yawning disinterest in my tales of woe at never having found the perfect way to cum. We’d began emailing each other and finally ‘Tina’ as she’d called herself suggested I might sample her services for free.

Never one to miss an opportunity for free sex (I could own shares in brothels around Europe the amount of cash I’d spent) – I’d eagerly agreed. After a few days organizing flights and hotel rooms I’d had a couple of beers to settle my nerves and made my way to her ‘club’ in a dark and dank side street in Amsterdam.

I’d been to that sexy city many times as a sex tourist -but had never been to this side of town. I was a little nervous as I stepped out of the taxi, but now at the door of the ‘club’ I was starting to feel more than a little excited.

The door was answered in an instant and a slim well-dressed middle aged woman blinked at me –

‘Tina?’ I asked half hoping it wasn’t. Whilst not ugly the woman certainly didn’t exude any kind of sexiness to my mind.

She shrugged and waved me inside slamming the door behind me.

‘Undress in there’ she said her thick accent barely understandable. My heart sank if this was Tina I was glad it was free I thought.

Undressing quickly in what turned out to be a functional plain white bathroom I sat on a chair and waited.

‘Did I tell you to sit’ the voice made me jump and the German accent certainly had an air of authority that only the Germanic folk can have even in run of the mill dealings.

I sprang to my feet.

‘Inside’ she said sharply and for the first time I noticed the door in the wall and above it a speaker from where the voice was coming and a camera. I stepped inside.

It looked and even smelled like a doctor’s surgery. Everything was clinical and white. The floor tiles  cold to my bare feet and in the centre was a large surgical table complete with hand and foot straps.

My tummy turned over and my naked cock twitched in anticipation.

‘Put that on’ a woman’s voice said behind me.

I turned to see the tallest woman I’d ever seen she was wearing a white latex cat suit with a split in her crotch showing the most perfect pussy lips I’d ever seen. There were tiny little holes where the breasts were and I could see her perfect erect nipples were red as they squeezed through the tiny holes.

She was masked and this added to the thrill I felt in my loins and the very sight of her made my already throbbing cock double in size and stand proudly.

I saw the black blindfold and fastened it around my eyes eagerly.

‘On the bed on your back’ she snapped.

Lying there I shivered with delight as she roughly pulled my arms and legs apart fastening me securely.

She hummed a gentle tune and I felt her hands rub my chest.

‘First we clean and have’ she purred.

Her hands massaged shaving foam into my chest – and then my cock throbbed with delight as I felt her hands rubbing the cream into my groin and balls.

I lay still and held my breath as I felt the first flash of the razor across my chest and delighted in the coldness as the cool air hit my freshly shaved chest.

Knowing that one slip could cut me made me lie still, and keep my breathing measured. Which became almost impossible when she pushed aside my hard penis to shave my pubes.

The feeling of the cold blade so close to my genitals was a thrill ‘I’ll never forget. Just one slip I thought and I’d be a woman! At the time I’d not dared to smile at my attempt at a joke. At the time I’d laid as still as a statue even when I felt the blade gently slicing its way across my ball sack.

After what seemed like an age and obviously pleased with her handiwork she’d towelled me dry and I lay there waiting with every single nerve ending tingling.

I’d had nipple clamps on before, but the ones Tina applied were as tight as I could stand. They dug in – pinched and clawed at my painfully erect nipples causing my eyes to moisten and cock to get harder still.

I heard the snap of metal on metal and felt something attached to the chain between my nipples. Raising my eyes I managed to see under the blindfold.

Tina had her back to me and I could see the nipple clamps were joined together with a bare electric wire. From that a crocodile clip had connected another piece of wire and this was what Tina was pulling towards my purple and rock hard cock.

She sensed me looking and pulled the wire sharply causing the pain in my nipples to increase tenfold and I almost passed out with the pleasure. My head sank back and I awaited my fate.

Without a word I felt something cold and metallic cover my by now impossibly hard cock and shivered with fear and anticipation.

The metal cage fastened around my cock was tightened and sneaking a peek I saw what looked like a chicken wire sheath had completely covered it from the tip of my penis to my freshly shaved and pink scrotum.

Seeing the wire leading from it I turned my eyes to see a black box at the end of the bed. I remember thinking it looked like a TV remote-control. But I doubt that’s what its devious purpose was for.

There was a slight click as Tina slotted the wire from my genitals into the gadget and I held my breath.

‘We shall begin’ she said ‘but first…’

She pushed what felt like a rubber ball into my mouth and deftly fastened it behind my head.

‘For the noise’ she said ‘ and so you don’t bite your tongue off.’

He words so bland and disinterested only added to my feverish anticipation and I waited.

At first it felt like a thousand ants were crawling over my cock, it was a sensation that reminded of my early youthful experiments with my trusty electric razor. I relaxed a little and let the familiar sensations stroke my cock gently.

Slowly at first and then like a cloud of angry bees the sensation in my cock grew and grew. It felt as if my whole body had been struck by lightning and I felt my cock treble in size and press hard against its metal sheath.

The pain was intense – like nothing I’d ever known before and I felt the surge of electricity shock from the tip of my penis, rip through my balls and travel ever onwards desperately seeking to earth itself and finding only the metal clamps on my by now searing hot nipples.  With nowhere to release the current had no choice but return in its infinite journey back to my aching balls and white hot cock.

How long it lasted I shall never know, but as the current surged though my body and met the flow of adrenaline and sheer lust – I never wanted that beautiful torment to end.

‘For now – you are done – like a grilled sausage’ said Tina sniggering to herself. I shook my head and tried to scream out NO! No! I need more!

She pulled away the blindfold and with hands on hips sneered at me.

‘Little English boy wants to be well done I think..?

I nodded eagerly unable to speak as my mouth was still filled with the rubber ball.

She sighed and hopped onto the best straddling me. I could feel the wet stickiness of her pussy on my shaved chest and my cock in its metal cage throbbed with an intensity I’d never know before.

She shuffled back still holding the control box and positioned her pussy over my groin.

‘Now we shall see if the English man really does want to be well done.’

I felt the first gentle volts almost tickle my cock as the merest amount of electricity was allowed down the wire. I thrust my hips hard up and down and grunted urging her to crank up the power.

As the sensation in my cock grew I watched aghast and she gently squeezed out a trickle of golden urine from her cunt.

As the first few droplets hit the tip of my caged cock, I watched in horror as she cranked the control box up to full power perfectly in time with the ultimate surge of electricity – and I screamed like an animal possessed.