“Hmmm…”, he smiled while he continued to hump the bed.
“Do you like that, boy? Does it feel good?”, I asked.
“Yeah…thank you, Sir…”, he answered happily.
“You were denied for along time, right, boy?”, I teased. “So many days without a hardon.”
“Hm-mhhh…”, was his answer. He already had his eyes closed and was almost lost in that rare feeling of stimulation.
“You are such a good boy…always thinking about my needs first.”, I softly said.
“Thank you, Sir.”, he responded.
“But you know I can be mean sometimes.”, I suddenly said.
His humping slowed down a bit and he opened his eyes. “What do you mean, Sir?”
“Well, boy…”, I began and took a small remote control out of my pocket, “…just like now.” I pointed with my finger upwards. “Don’t you wonder about that rope harness around your pelvis?”
He couldn’t turn his head enough to see what I had prepared. It’s remarkable to see that so many people don’t look up once the entire day. If I wanted to hide something from them I would place it into the sky.
The end of the ropes were attached to a mechanical hook. With the help of that remote control I was able to pull my boy up and to let him sink again. If I wanted.
I explained it to him. And his eyes went wide. He alraedy suspected what was about to come. He knew me.
“I will start now, boy.”, I said smiling and exited for the upcoming show. “On the lowest speed level. And if I’m correct you won’t be able to touch the bed with your dick in…two minutes. You have my permission to cum. As often as you like. Don’t hold back.”
“Sir, please, it’s so rare that I’m unlocked, please let me enjoy it…”, he pleaded.
“What are your orgasms for, boy?”, I asked.
He sobbed quietly. “For your pleasure, Sir.”
“Good boy.”, I praised. “Let’s not waste time.”
With these words I pressed the button and the machine sprang to life. The whirring was audiable and I could see how the ropes began to tighten.
He felt it too. And with a desperate whimper he began to hump the bed as if it was the last chance in his life. He was hard like a rock. And I could even see drops of precum oozing from the tip of his denied dick.
I leant back and enjoyed it. I patiently unbuttoned my pants and took out my own already fully erected member. I began to stroke it with relish.
He stared at my hard cock and moaned frustrated.
“God, that feels so good, boy.”, I described it to him. “This hard and warm flesh in my hand…the knowledge that I simply could push me over the edge…to shoot my load…”.
He even increased his speed. “Sir, please…PLEASE!”
I just grinned. Time flew. I could see that he already was struggling to properly rub his dick over the blanket.
“Faster, boy, faster. I think you don’t have enough time left.”, I encouraged him with a develish smile.
“No…Noo…NOOO…Ahhhnnnoooooo…”, he screamed as his dick finally began to shoot. But unfortunately to late. His dick already hung in the air with no possibility to rub against something. But he shot and shot. He screamed in sheer frustration and pulled against his bonds.
That was it. With a groan of pleasure I came myself. I looked him into his eyes as I shot my load.
I caught my breath for a few moments, pulled my pants up and got up to go to him.
He whimpered on the bed. A little, unsatisfied mess.
I caressed his back. “Such a good boy. I am proud of you. You entertained me very well.”
“Thank you, Sir.”, he answered dutifully like I knew him.
“And good service will always be rewarded.”, I said. I grabbed his dick. He flinched a bit because it was still sensitive but after a few seconds I could feel it grow in my hand again. I began to stroke it. “Cum for me, boy. Cum for me when you’re ready.”, I encouraged him.
“Thank you…oh, thank you, Sir…”, he moaned and slowly started to hump my hand as well.
As he finally shoot his second load I could see and hear the full effect of a proper orgasm.
I love the mind games and the gratitude that comes with these stories. I can only imagine the loyalty the Dom builds with powerful scenes like this.
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