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Butterfingers - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 19:02:02 +0000 UTCFor this chapter, I am sure you guys are going to notice a bit of familiar content. That is because it was designed to incorporate and continue on from SkyLords amazing fan chapter he did for Kinktober #26 (with permission of course)!! I tried to reference the original and keep its essence, while putting on a bit of my own twist and continuing on past it! Hope you guys like it, because I certainly had a fun time with such amazing source material!
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Seema awoke to a warm, wet sensation sliding across her cock. Her hands dropped between her legs, grasping to slip behind the metal disk.
It had been a couple days since she lost her cock, and the thief had been suspiciously quiet. Most of the time she had been left in the pocket dimension. A part of her was grateful, but the endless hours of gentle warmth was beginning to drive her nuts. A sensation she was quickly beginning to long for.
The movement was excruciatingly slow. She rolled to her stomach, moaning into her pillow as she grinded her hips to her mattress. She groaned as she felt herself begin to slip from the wet warmth just as the edge approached. It took several seconds to fully escape it, slowly submerging into the cool air millimeter by millimeter. Seems whimpered, kicking her mattress with frustration. She held herself still, waiting for the sensation to return. But after a few seconds, she was still twitching in the cool air. We're they already done?
She looked at the clock. She really needed to get ready for school. The person who had her cock must've ran out of time for more, too. Seema rolled out of bed and made her way to her closet–
Seema's tip pressed against the slick warmth once again. She pressed her hand to her mouth, silencing a moan as she leaned against her closet door.
After a prolonged break, slowly disappearing into the slick warmth was intoxicating. The miniscule movement was just torturous enough to reunite her with the edge. She groaned, bucking her hips against the frame of her closet. She was close. So fucking close. Just a little bit longer and she'd finally cum!
Seema felt the cool air reappear along the base of her cock. She began bucking faster, praying for her trashing to resubmerge her in the heavenly sensation. But it didn't. Every second she felt a little more of her cock slip back to the cold, like a cruel countdown to her inevitable denial. She grabbed her chest, desperately playing for a trigger to push her over, but the cold air took her completely before she could hope for release.
Seema stood motionless, like prey trying to avoid her predator's attention. Her heart raced with every passing second. With each tick of her clock she braced herself for more. She couldn’t remember how long the break had been between her first two edges. Had it been shorter than this break, or longer? Was she in the clear? Every moment in the cool air beckoned her to relax her shoulders and settle into the safety of desertion.
But given her captor, she should’ve known better.
Seema’s tip dipped into the warm sensation once again. She whimpered, with a mix of pleasure and fear. The movements were too consistent. Too perfect to be human. Too robotic. Seema finally made the horrifying realization that her teasing was automated. Even though her captor had to go to class as well, whatever mechanical hell they had created did not.
Seema swallowed the knot in her throat. The thought of enduring an entire day in her newly devised torment, surrounded by her classmates, was terrifying. She should skip class. She cracked her door and tried to steady her voice before calling down to her mom. But she stopped.
If she skipped class, wouldn’t she be practically outing herself to whoever had her cock? They would obviously suspect anyone who wasn’t in class after setting up such a sadistic contraption. But on the other hand, if she managed to get through the day while putting on a perfect poker face, then that would help put her in the clear!
Seema practiced keeping a straight face as she got dressed for school. She struggled to suppress twitches of frustrated pleasure as another agonising edge was milked from her. But no matter how torturous it was, she was determined to persevere.
This was a perfect opportunity. The only reason her captor would be leaving her in a robotic hell all day, would be to discover whose cock they had, right? Making this the perfect opportunity to turn the tables. While Seema kept herself perfectly composed, she could study her classmates, and try to find one who looked like they were focused on everyone else's expressions! With her cock left at their home, only two people would know the excruciating tease she was experiencing. Herself, and her captor. And Seema was determined to surpass her captor’s plan.
However, Seema had underestimated the difficulty of her task. Every time a new edge began, Seema’s legs clenched, stuttering her step as she walked to school. As her cock slowly slid between the slick, hot pleasure surrounding it, her heart rate spiked, along with the weight of her breaths. And every time her cock was cruelly torn from its orgasm, her face twitched with a growing desperation.
But the closer she got to school, the more she was able to suppress it. The fear of being discovered as the cocks owner was ample motivation to keep herself in check. However, the more stoic she had to be, the more excruciating her teasing became. As the density of students around her increased, so did her pleasure. A twisted pleasure she locked from her mind.
April saw Seema enter the school’s double doors. She quickly got up and hurried her way to Seema’s side.
“Hey, Seema.” She grabbed Seema’s arm, quietly catching her breath. April caught Seema in the middle of an edge. Seema’s face twitched as the sudden contact nearly jolted a surprised moan from her throat.
“H-hey, April.” Seema cleared her throat. “What are you doing out of class? It’s only a few minutes till it starts.
“Yeah, I was– Y-yeah I just wanted to see you before you got inside,” April chuckled. “H-have you heard yet?”
“Heard what?” Seema’s shoulders relaxed. She swallowed the disappointment of another denied release, but was at least grateful for her respite in the cool air. April leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“Y-yknow…crybaby?”
“Crybaby? What’s crybaby?” April grabbed Seema’s arm, dragging her to the side of the hallway and out of the flow of traffic.
“It’s what everyone has been calling the red light green light co–calling you. It’s been spreading through the school like crazy! They even have a–” April feverishly searched her bag, pulling out her phone. She typed on her phone, quickly pulling something up. She suppressed her frazzled excitement just before she turned her screen to Seema.
Seema’s world blurred over as she looked at the screen. A fucking machine with a cock taped to the end, being slowly pushed towards a fleshlight on the wall. Was this a new video someone sent April? Who sent it? If she could figure out who, then–
Seema’s body twitched as she felt the warmth surround her tip once again. At the exact same time that the cock on April’s phone pierced the fleshlight. Seema’s eyes searched the corners of the screen, eventually stopping on her worst nightmare. A small red dot, indicating it was recording. It was live.
“No no no no no,” Seema whispered to herself. She ran her fingers through her hair, stressfully playing with her roots. She turned away from the screen and began pacing.
“Seema?” April stuttered alongside her, trying to keep pace with Seema’s accelerated pace.
“This can’t be happening, there is no way this is happening, right? A live stream? Really!?” The only benefit to Seema’s spiral was the distraction it allowed from the torment between her legs.
“It could be worse,” April attempted to comfort. “Didn’t you see the title?” April stuck the screen in front of Seema, forcing it within her field of view. Crybaby’s First orgasm!!! Countdown timer: 15:36:22
Seema froze in place. Her hands slipped down the back of her head, resting interlocked upon her neck. The timer was constantly updating in real time, ticking second by second.
“Holy crap…” Seema’s stomach churned. They were finally going to let her cum!? Somehow the horror of her cock being live streamed to the whole school was no longer her priority, and a smile crept across her face.
“See? Not all bad.” April nudged her, cracking Seema’s smile wider.
“Still… Over 15 hours?” It was a terrifyingly long time. Even without the added torture of her the brutal tease stacked onto her already overflowing desire with every minute.
With the initial shock fading away, Seema stared at the stream with a new mindset. It seemed like whoever had her cock took the time to put away any identifying items from the within the frame, leaving only the fucking machine, fleshlight, and her leaking cock. Hardwood floors, Seema thought to herself, making note of the only additional information in the frame. That narrows it down.
Seema had no idea school could pass by so slowly. Being teased every minute like clockwork caused her to be fully aware of each and every passing moment. And knowing she would be cumming that night made each edge that much more intense.
It was like her body was using each edge as a dry run. Every time she felt the fleshlight disappear, her core convulsed, like it was trying to remind her what was supposed to happen next. What would be happening next at the end of the day. Her resigned defeat, which had slowly begun to comfort her denial with indifference, was completely shattered. Her body remembered cumming was a thing. A thing she used to do quite frequently. And it had a renewed ravenousness for it.
But despite it all, somehow the teasing wasn’t the hardest part of Seema’s day. It was her classmates.
The fucking machine made a very unique sound. Like a soft whirl of mechanical gears, blending together into a dull, low hum. And during every free moment, every gap in instruction, every break between classes and in the center of every giggling huddled group, the humming would return. Like it was the ambient noise of the very school itself.
They couldn’t be bothered with subtlety. Each class had at least one student get scolded for being on their phone, but usually more. While those were only the ones who were caught. Whatever the subject of their lecture was, it was far less interesting than the subject on their phones.
After lunch, Jake went to the whiteboard and wrote down the countdown, accompanied by poorly drawn spurts of cum. Luckily, they were poorly drawn enough to be interpreted as fireworks by the home room teacher. A fact that elicited silent giggles across the class as Ms. Stevens wiped the board clean, reminding the students to be safe when handling them.
Despite it all, Seema could barely give her classmates her attention. With every classmate aware of what crybaby was experiencing, maintaining her poker face required the entirety of Seema’s attention. But with every edge surrounded by her classmates, not only in their presence, but watching their reactions to seeing her torment real time? Seema spent the entire day fighting off the urge to show even the tiniest reaction, despite the growing need inside her beckoning her to drop to the floor and whimper and beg the class for mercy.
The moment the bell rang, Seema sprinted home. Every step she took to her house caused her stoic front to crack a little more. She threw open her front door, kicking off her shoes as she frantically climbed the stairs. She slammed her room door shut, barely able to wait for it to latch before tearing off her clothes. She collapsed to her mattress, letting her repressed hips finally buck.
She moaned, grabbing her chest with such force she winced. But she couldn’t stop. Her bedframe shook as she bucked with all her might, her legs insisting on the movement the way her lungs enforced breath.
“Please fuck please please, I can’t wait another second pleeease!!” Seema begged to an empty room. The squeak of her bouncing mattress was the only reply.
Seema lost track of how long she was trapped there. The only benchmark being the beads of frustrated sweat on her body and the growing burn in her butt.
“Hey, Sweetie?” Seema heard a knock on her door. Her eyes shot wide, frantically grabbing her blanket and flinging it over her panting body. It was already past six!?
“Y-yeah?” Seema’s door opened.
“I just wanted to remind you there’s food in the– Oh sweetie are you okay? You look a little flush. Are you getting a fever?”
“N-no I’m fine. Just a little tired from school I guess.” Seema fidgeted with her blanket, making sure it was hiding the fact that it was all she had on.
“You sure? We can cancel our trip if we need to.”
“Trip?”
“Yeah, it’s the 31st. Don’t let your father know you forgot.” Her mom teased.
“Oh right, of course. Dad’s birthday. I didn’t forget, just... A lot on my plate.” Seema laughed. “But no, don’t cancel, really, I’m fine.” Seema’s father was a huge traveling fan. So every year on his birthday, Seema’s parents would take a couple days off and visit a new city. They had been doing it since before Seema was born.
“Alright, well I was just going to tell you there is food in the fridge, and I left some money for take out, too. Our plane leaves soon, so I have to meet your father at the airport. We’ll celebrate together once we’re back. Call us if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay, have fun. Love you.”
“Love you, too!” Her mom closed her door. Seema listened as her footsteps retreated down the stairs and out the front door. She let out a sigh. Her hands began to slip back between her legs, but she tore them back above the blanket. She had been grinding for 3 hours and hadn’t even noticed, she couldn’t just jump back into it. She was going to go crazy.
With the house empty, she didn’t bother getting dressed. She kicked off her blanket and made her way downstairs. She cracked open the fridge and grabbed a premade salad mix, peeling it open and stirring it together. She took a few minutes to eat her dinner, but the entire time her mind was focused on her cock, still throbbing through its repetitive torture. She needed a distraction.
She grabbed her phone and dialed April.
“H-hey, Seema, what's up?” It was only for a fraction of a moment, but Seema heard something she had heard plenty that day. That low, mechanical dull hum. It was just for a moment, before a soft click silenced it. Did she imagine it? There's no way April was watching the stream, right!? Seema’s face flushed. What if she was? Was she supposed to confront her on it? What if she still was, and she only muted it!? Seema could feel such heat in her face, it stretched down her neck and chest.
“Um, were you…” Seema couldn’t bring it up. It was too mortifying to even ask. “I mean, I was just wanting to talk, are you free?”
“Y-yeah of course.”
Seema and April talked for hours. She tried to keep herself in check, but occasionally her voice would catch or stutter on a particularly frustrating edge or jolt of pleasure. Something she hoped desperately that April didn’t catch.
Seema felt something touch her cock. Something different than the mechanical loop she had grown to expect.
“A-Alright,” Seema interrupted April, barely able to keep her voice from cracking. “Thanks for talking. I am getting a-a bit tired though, so I’m gonna hang up now.”
“Oh, okay.” April tentatively responded. “Have a good night.”
“Thanks, you too.” Seema hung up, feeling the heat return to her face. There was no way she was going to bed, and of course April knew that… She shook her head, trying to push the interaction from her mind.
The movement around her cock changed again. She whimpered, devastatingly weak to the new and unfamiliar sensations. She could barely type on her phone as her hands shook with need, but she had to know. She pulled up the stream.
“Hey everyone! With only a half hour left on our countdown, I thought I would mix things up a bit.” The voice on the stream was Annie, the female version of two AI voices that were used in virtually everything. From navigation to commercials. Whoever was running the stream must’ve been using a voice editor to change them into Annie and mask their actual voice. If they were using Annie instead of Arther, then did that mean whoever had her cock was a girl?
“Although, my God! I was thinking about using this machine as a regular way of teasing my little pet, but I might have to rethink that. Look at the pool it made! If I keep leaving it here, I think it might cause water damage to my floors!” Annie laughed, running a hand through the copious pool of precum covering their floor. Their hands were wearing black latex gloves, hiding any potential features for Seema to catch.
blimsox: just get a tarp or something
sharkster: but it clearly works so well!!
jumboj4k3: or a bucket. can measure the leakage xD
bexxx: yeah, especially if its cumming tonight. gotta up the teasing to get all our hard work back!
Seema squirmed as she read chat. They were talking about her. About teasing her. With her cock right on the screen.
“Good ideas! Maybe it’ll be a regular, who knows. Definitely more fun than just leaving it all tucked away!” Annie laughed. “Either way, I decided if Crybaby was finally going to cum, then it’d be cumming by my hands. Althooough… looks like we still got another 26 minutes, so just some more teasing until then?”
Railp04: yes please
sabrielle: definitely! maybe we should make it really work for its release. Only use a finger to stroke it or something?
offensivenun: hottttt
Seema couldn’t handle another few seconds of teasing. Let alone 26 minutes. She navigated the site, about to sign in. SeeMahSkill. She quickly backed out. She couldn’t use her usual username. She couldn’t risk someone connecting the dots. She selected ‘Make new account’, and went through the steps, settling on a randomly generated nickname far from her original.
bigbreaker58: probably teased it enough, whats the harm in making it cum a little early. I wanna see it
The moment Seema hit send, her heart began to race.
“Probably teased it enough, what's the harm in making it cum early?” Annie read out chat. “Is that a crybaby sympathiser in chat? What do you guys think? Has our little pet gone through enough?”
jumboj4k3: Not a chance, honestly think another week would be even better xD
bexxx: no!! If it wanted to cum, it had all day to! But instead it just threw a tantrum, crying all over your floor for hours... We don’t reward crybaby’s tantrums, right?
sabrielle: exactly! If it was a little bigger, it could’ve cum too. It would’ve had more time in the fucking machine with every stroke. its fate is just a consequence of its size haha ^u^
Railp04: more teasing please
Somononon: there are no such things as crybaby sympathizes hahaha. i bet that’s crybaby xD
Seema’s stomach dropped. Embarrassment rushed over her as she frantically typed to defend herself.
bigbreaker58: no im not crybaby. im just saying it must be hard to be teased for so long, right?
Somononon: you would know hahaha
“Looks like the general consensus is more teasing, sorry bigbreaker!” Annie took their black finger, completely slick in Seema’s precum, and began slowly running it up her cock.
“Oh fuckkk,” Seema gasped, clenching her sheets tight in her fist. Her eyes were glued to the screen as Annie slid their finger slowly across her throbbing shaft. Every time her finger reached her tip, Seema cock throbbed, expelling another drip of precum. Seema’s core clenched as her light flipped red. Annies finger pulled off, hovering just above.
Seema groaned, bucking her hips into the air as she tried to push her cock against the soaking black finger not even an inch off her skin, but no matter how rabidly she moved her hips, her cock stayed perfectly still.
Somononon: bigbreaker has gotten suspiciously quiet, huh…..
jumboj4k3: yeah you’re kinda convincing me. You think its actually crybaby? They gotta know about the stream, right? No way they wouldn’t be watching.
bexxx: omgomg for real!
The moment the light turned green, Annies finger returned.
bigbreaker58: im not
Seema tried to type more, but with the moment the finger returned her mind went entirely blank. She writhed with need. She couldn’t formulate a defense, but the more suspicion turned towards her, the more she wanted one.
sabrielle: lets test it! Go absolutely crazy with the teasing, and we can ask bigbreaker some easy questions. If they aren’t crybaby, then there should be no problem!
“Ooooh looks like we got some drama in chat! That sounds like fun sabrielle. I’d be happy to do my part!” Annie slowly wrapped her entire hand around Seema’s cock, completely engulfing it with Seema’s size. And with no warning, she did a quick strong stroke.
Seema nearly screamed with pleasure. Her body clenched to the tips of toes, finally feeling a full stroke for the first time after days of endless dainty teasing. Annies hand disappeared for a moment, but then immediately returned for two fast strokes.
“Here’s the plan.” Annie continued. “I’ll keep doing this, a random number of full strokes, with a random amount of breaks between them. I'll do my best to keep crybaby on the edgest of edges the entire time, stuffing in as much pleasure as I can manage. You guys deal with the questions, okay?”
bexxx: omggg yess!!
sabrielle: poor crybaby xD
Somononon: i got the questions then haha
Seema could barely think. Her cock felt like it was melting between Annies slick, warm hands. Every time she stroked it, Seema’s entire body froze. Even her lungs seized with pleasure as she tried to force herself over. She couldn’t become accustomed to it. Sometimes she’d barely finish one stroke, while other times she’d speed through six, pulling off just as Seema was about to cum. Her entire being was entirely absorbed by the chaos of Annie's overwhelming pleasure.
Somononon: 16+17
“Guuuahhh,” Seema groaned. The sensations were too much. The pressure of being discovered was too much. Her everything trembled with an inescapable desperation and adrenaline. Her fingers shook too much to type, even if she could think of the answer. She watched the chat explode in a fugued state of disbelief and arousal.
bexxx: holy fuck hahah
Somononon: come on bigbreaker, its a pretty simple question. You really can’t get this? Are you maybe a little distracted or something?
jumboj4k3: its totally crybaby xD nail on the fucking head, nun hahaha
sabrielle: just admit it bigbreaker, maybe they’ll let you cum early!
Seema was barely able to type, whimpering to her empty room and fucking her mattress restlessly. She couldn’t take it. She had to before she physically couldn’t type anymore…
bigbreaker58: its me pls stop!!!
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!!” Annie exclaimed, finally releasing Seema’s cock from its pleasurable hell between their fingers. “That was a great idea guys! We gotta give Somononon a medal or something, what a detective!”
Seema collapsed to her bed, completely limp. Her body ached from tensing perpetually under the merciless onslaught of sensation. She couldn’t tell if she should be grateful that it ended, or spiteful that it didn’t keep going. All she longed for was the pleasure her throbbing cock could provide, and the promise of finally getting her release.
Seema’s phone beeped. Her eyes felt as heavy as her breaths as she slowly turned to look at her screen.
Your channel nickname has been updated by the streamer or a promoted moderator! Congratulations! Your new nickname is: Crybaby
“I’m glad we got that figured out just in the nick of time, because the countdown is almost up! Only a minute left until our little leaky pet gets to finally cum! It makes it even that much more fun knowing crybaby is here and watching. So let's start building them up again…” Annie placed a finger at the base of Seemas cock, and slowly began to glide it upwards.
“Oh fuckkk!” Seema rolled against her mattress, searching for some position that would make her frustration just a fraction less overwhelming. Annie’s finger was excruciatingly slow, but the closer the timer ticked to zero, the faster they began to stroke.
“15 seconds left! How much do you guys think it’ll cum? Maybe I should've gotten that tarp afterall!” Annie laughed.
“Please, yes please fuck fuck yes YESSS!!” Seema moaned into her bed. Her hips fucked violently as any embarrassment or humiliation of being tortured in front of her entire school melted away. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but finally cumming.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6–” Annie's fingers sped up. Seema’s moans filled her room. She grabbed her chest as she bucked. “--5, 4, 3, 2, 1, April Fools!!!” Annies hand pulled off.
‘NOOO!!!” Seema shrieked, loud enough for her voice to peel the paint from the walls. Her body seized on the edge. Every muscle in her body clenched, trying to force herself over the edge, but only resulting in spurting a powerful burst of precum from her thrashing cock, like a clear and soul crushing spurt of cum.
“You can’t!!!” Seema was bound to break. Her hands pressed desperately against her metal plate, and her legs clamped around them, leaving her in a trembling ball of need. Her eyes teared up as she whimpered. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair!! It wasn't even–
Seema’s eyes met the clock in her room. 12:01am, April 1st.
jumboj4k3: of fuck yes!! Hahahaha that’s golden!
Bexxx: omgomgomg LOOOOL, you got me!
sabrielle: hahaha poor crybabyyyy!! Holy shit i bet their dying rn xD
Somononon: did you see that spurt of precum?? Now THAT is a crybaby level tantrum!
Any semblance of pride completely crumbled in Seema. She frantically grabbed her phone.
Crybaby: please please let me cum. Please!!!!!!
“Awww our pet is begginggg! I’m sorry, but that was my April fools joke! It would be against the spirit of the holiday if we went back on it now!” Annie laughed, wiggling the metal base of the portal, letting drip after drip of precum trail off her vehemently protesting, thrashing cock. “But I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a chance. We gotttt– holy shit we got 65 people watching right now. I’ll choose a random viewer to decide on whether or not you cum today. So maybe you’ll find one of those fabled ‘crybaby sympathizers’! Or you could win yourself. A 1 in 65 chance! Deal?”
“Yes!” Seema shouted aloud, before quickly typing.
Crybaby: yes please!
“Alriiiiight, looks like the winner is…? Railp04! Congratulations! What do you think, should we let crybaby cum?” Seema sat perfectly still. She had never stared at anything with such intensity before, completely transfixed on the chat. This was her chance. Right here. Right now. Someone could let her cum, let her finally cum!
“Uhhh, Railp04? You there? If they don’t respond, should we roll again, or just assume it was a no?”
Somononon: assume no, definitely.
bexxx: yeah no for sure! That’s what they would say anyways haha
“Nonono,” Seema squirmed.
Crybaby: please no, seriously please I really need this!
“Going once, going twice…”
Railp04: dont let her cum please
“Nooo!!!” Seema whined, squirming on her bed.
“Ohhh, there we have it. Guess it's a no! Oh well, I’m sure you’ll get to cum eventually. Thanks for tuning in everyone! There will definitely be more to come…”
Seema’s cock spurted out another stream of precum as it throbbed on the screen, rock hard and thrashing in another excruciating outburst. But before Seema could type a word, she watched Annie press the button on her ring, returning her to the pocket dimension and shutting off the stream.
Comments
Stan Gotts
Oh wow finally caught up with this story, this is insanely cruel and hot! Can't wait to see what's in store for her next... I'm getting the feeling that the only orgasm she's gonna have in the future will be ruined lol
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Haha yeah, fell prey to her inner desires xD
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Thank you!
Valence Malthael
Damn, April is a traitor, poor Seema
Liam Hyland
Absolutely amazing. Always loved your art but I subscribed to follow this story
