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"She what?" Rachel certainly looked angry. Jakob, sprawled dejectedly across the sofa, tried to avoid her penetrating glare.

"She fired me. Don't get mad, Rachel. I did the best I could. It was just all those girls looking at me ..."

"Oh, crap! Jakob, did you get an erection again during a pose?"

"Um, yeah. And there was this cute little blonde right in front of me, she just kept looking straight at my cock and sucking on the end of her pencil. It was too much, Rachel". Jakob shrugged helplessly.

"Once my erection started, the whole class was staring at it - and then changing their drawings to show my cock ... hard." He sighed at the memory of overwhelming embarrassment, mixed with supreme arousal, his penis still aching with an echo of the hardest longest erection in his recent memory. Not to mention the burning sensation on the top of his shaft where the outraged teacher had smacked it hard with her wooden ruler, after the mostly-female class had reluctantly moved from the room.

"Were you thinking of her sucking on you Jakob? Were you trying to imagine that little hussy sucking your cock halfway down her throat? Is that what got you off?" Rachel's anger seemed to be escalating.

"Hell no, I didn't have to imagine anything, she made it pretty clear what she was thinking of. C'mon, Rachel, I'm a regular guy who responds to stuff. Any normal man would get hard if they saw her do that. Plus she was staring at my cock the whole time when she wasn't drawing!" Jakob felt his cock stir as the memory replayed in his head.

"Well shit Jakob, what are you going to do? We're counting on you having some income so we can go on vacation this year. I set you up with that job, you were perfect for it. Now what are you gonna do?"

She glared at him. Her angry gazed traveled down to his crotch and then up again.

"I'll get another job Rachel. I know I will, you know I can, I always find something." Jakob was so flummoxed by Rachel's anger that his returning erection didn't even register in his brain. The rising tent in his pants registered clearly with Rachel, however. She stepped forward and, without warning, drove her knee into his crotch, vulnerably open between his wide-sprawled legs on the edge of the sofa.

"OOooff! fuck, Rachel..." Jakob folded up and rolled off the sofa onto the floor, against her legs.

Rachel followed him down and brought her face down to his, still glaring.

"Jakob, you're getting hard again just talking about the little blonde bitch. Listen to me. You get hardons for me, and for me alone. Not for art class, not for rich Daddy's girl wannabee artist twits that are only worse at one thing than art class, and that's cocksucking." For emphasis, Rachel grabbed the obvious thick shaft pushing out the fabric of his pants. She couldn't quite get her hand around its considerable girth, but she applied substantial anger-assisted strength to the task of trying to crush it with one hand. "This is mine, Jakob!"

"Owow oooowww!" Jakob yelled, trying to push her away and protect his violated genitals at the same time. "Okay, Okay! It's all yours!" His squished half-erect cock sent a new wave of pain, on top of the stomach-turning naseau from his hammered testicles. He curled up on the carpet in his best imitation of a fetal position. Rachel studied him for a minute as he moaned in pain. Finally she seemed to relent, knelt down over him, then brought her lips close to his ear.

"Oh, Jakob, what a mess. First you lose your job, then your girlfriend beats up on your cock and balls. Can't you see? I want you to get hard for me, not some other chick who's only interested in pushing your buttons and the size of your cock. Get hard for me, Jakob." She pulled him over so he was facing her, unfolded him some so she could reach him, and kissed him straight on the lips. Then she stood up and offered her hand. Jakob squinted skeptically at her, calculating her mood and whether it was really safe again. He reached up and she hauled him to his feet. He cupped his balls carefully, feeling them gently as if to verify they were still approximately egg-shaped and not flattened.

"Christ, my balls ache" he complained. "You could do some damage that way."

Rachel put on her false-pity face. "Oh you poor boy. Like we never played around with clamps, knives, limb-loppers, pliers, or my nasty kitchen tools on your cock and balls?"

"That's different, that's playing, Rachel. It looks painful but it isn't, not much anyway. But a knee to the balls is a whole 'nother level of pain."

She looked at his crotch again, as if debating whether to believe him. "Maybe so, looks like your hardon ran away. But I want you to get hard for me." She reached for his crotch and gently massaged the still-swollen cylinder of flesh she felt there, through the fabric. She leaned up into him, stroked more firmly, kissed his lips again. She applied both hands to undo his belt buckle, and then pulled down the zipper of his faded jeans. His semi-tumescent member already hung far down one trouser leg, so she couldn't easily pull it out. She knelt down and abruptly pulled his jeans down nearly to his ankles. Jakob stepped out of the jeans, kicked them away, and Rachel lightly raked her fingernails down the skin of his shaft.

"I dunno Rachel, it's kinda sore." His penis hung down, nearly full length, but limp against his thigh.

"Just relax, I'm not going to hurt anything" she reassured him. "OK, stand there, spread your legs a little wider..." She pressed the inside of his thigh so he spread his legs farther apart.

"Close your eyes now, and put your fingers together, hands on top of your head." He was reminded of the pose in art class where he first lost control - standing, hips thrust forward, just before his erection took off, with all eyes following its upward progress.

He followed her orders. Then, "Stay right there, don't move, I'll be right back." He heard her pad away, to the kitchen. What was she up to? This could be interesting. Kitchen tools? ... Jakob kept his eyes closed, balls still aching, senses tingling, and a few seconds later heard her returning.

She knelt beside him, one hand reaching around the front of his leg, stroking the inside of his thigh.

His semi-tumescent penis hung down long and heavy, but she was carefully avoiding it. He lusted for her touch, but she wasn't going there. Her other hand was somewhere behind him, between his legs ... doing what?

Suddenly he felt a sharp pinprick, a point pressing into the underside of his penis, forcing a gasp of pain and pleasure.

"Don't move, Jakob" said Rachel softly. "It's very sharp." The needle-like touch of cold steel slowly stroked upwards, along the delicate skin on the underside of his shaft. It ascended toward his balls, and then he felt the long sharp edge of her blade press gently into the centerline of his scrotum, separating his balls, while the point continued carefully up to where his sack joined his penis.

She was holding the knife between his legs from behind, watching his penis from the side and monitoring the progress of the sharp tip of the blade, as it traveled up the underside. If she applied too much pressure she was sure the point could slit his urethra open. She reversed direction, stroking the knife point back down his shaft, very slowly, so every millimeter of his expanding length would feel it. She noted with satisfaction that his penis was starting to rise, as if to get away from her threatening blade. She followed its upward progress with the knife point, continuing long strokes the length of his rising shaft.

"That's it, Jakob, get hard for me. I want to see it get hard!" Jakob groaned with the pleasure of his advancing erection, and the exquisite delicate pain she was inflicting on it at the same time. With his erection well underway, Rachel withdrew her knife, the better to enjoy simply watching his upward progress. Was it simply the tactile sensation of a sharp point stroking his skin that induced erection? or, was the fact that she was holding a knife to his penis part of the perversely erotic thrill that made him hard? ... a knife that, in her hands, was quite capable of separating his member from his body at any instant?

And, she wondered, what if the process of erection actually brought his penis into greater peril? Would it perversely rise toward the danger, or would it panic, get soft, go flaccid to save itself?

How irrational can an aroused cock be, attached to a man like Jakob?

She quietly moved the blade to her other hand, then positioned it carefully 4 or 5cm in front of Jakob's groin, blade edge-down and held firmly, bisecting the space where Jakob's penis would be if it was fully erect. Jakob stood

still, eyes closed, enjoying the delicate sensations of rising erection, even as he wondered what Rachel was doing now, and where the knife was now.

"OK Jakob, you can look now." Jakob looked down, the view confirming the sensations from his hardening penis - saw his substantial erection rising - rising to meet the blade of Rachel's sharp kitchen knife, held across the space above his meaty shaft - where it would be when it was fully erect.

"What does your cock do now, Jakob? I want to know: will it stop to save itself? or will it rise and push into my knife?" But there seemed to be no diminution of its upward progress; they watched his cock move upward in little steps, corresponding to each beat of his heart. Jakob could feel the throbbing in his chest, in his throat, and most of all in his engorged and stiffening member. His heart was beating faster, and it seemed the progress of his erection accelerated as well.

"Aaaahhh" Jakob sighed, in a fever of arousal and anticipation. "I can't stop it, Rachel." Of course, he could step away at any time and avoid any contact with the blade, but he seemed mesmerized by the impending intersection of penis and blade, the perceived danger - he was rooted to the floor. And of course Rachel could have moved her knife away, but her curiosity and fascination with all things phallic pushed her to experiment with Jakob, a very willing subject, in all kinds of ways. And, frankly, it got her off; she felt herself getting hot and wet watching his erection grow and approach the sharp edge of her favorite kitchen knife.

In a few more moments his penis was almost horizontal, just a couple of millimeters away from contact; two more heartbeats and the top of his penis touched her cold steel edge, 4cm away from his body and his sparse tufts of pubic hair. Jakob gasped at the sensation, but didn't move away (probably avoiding a serious cut). His long, straight shaft was almost horizontal. Rachel know that at full erection, his penis would normally rise another inch at least; if he got any harder it would press upwards, with

greater force, into her blade. They could see the steel edge indenting ever more deeply into his skin, as indeed his penis continued to stiffen, trying to rise against the edge. Jakob groaned, pain from the sharp edge pressing into the delicate thin skin of his penis, mixed with growing arousal.

"Look at him, Jakob" she murmered softly. "He rises to meet the blade, and now he presses harder, like he wants to cut himself off, pushing into my knife! Does it hurt?"

"Aaaahhhh, yes" sighed Jakob. "It hurts, the blade is very sharp, but it feels ... oh, it feels so good at the same time."

"Save your cock, Jakob! You could get soft now, don't let it ..."

"I can't make it, Rachel. My cock loves your steel."

"Should I raise the knife?"

"Ummmm... not quite yet, I want to feel it a little more... don't move it yet."

Rachel could feel the force of his stiffening erection, pushing ever harder, upwards on the blade. She carefully, firmly, applied an equally increasing downward force, so the knife stayed motionless. Jakob was starting to tremble slightly, extreme arousal combined with growing pain. Abruptly his rigid shaft seemed to twitch upward, harder into the blade, as he reached maximum erection. His penis felt like it was going to explode. The line of pain across the top felt red hot. As they watched, the indentation where the blade pressed into his skin showed a thin bright red line against the steel, and then a tinydrop of blood ran away from the blade, down the side of his vein-ridged shaft.

"OK Jakob, far enough." Rachel slowly, carefully raised her knife. A thin red line bisected the top skin of his penis, like a paper cut. Rachel lowered the knife to the tile floor, then brought her lips down to the injury - delicately licked the blood away. Jakob groaned again in pleasure. Rachel moved around to the front and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. In a few seconds, Jakob's pent-up arousal exploded.

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*** Next: "Rachel and Jakob: Scenario II" shows the second episode of the strange and perverse video that Jakob finds in their local XXX video shop.