Just me, tied by the balls to a tree with no where to go…
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Day 8 & 9: Coffee Tables and Cum “Shots”
I called him at 9:00PM on Day 8, just like I had on Day 7. Needed another daily dose. I was using his house like it was a methadone clinic. After I rang the bell, he yelled “It’s open” from his living room. I walked in and like a trained bitch I took my clothes off and left them at the door. I tried to play it cool as I walked into the room, but one simply can’t “play it cool” as a naked cock-locked bitch boy standing in another man’s living room - It just doesn’t work. He was smiling as he said “You want some dick?”
I nodded. I walked over to him and got down on my knees again, but he stopped me.
“I don’t wanna make this all about me, man” he said still smiling.
I was lost. I could see how in another universe somewhere that sentence might make sense. A universe where two mutual partners were engaging in an act of sex. A universe where people laughed and danced and everyone was treated the same. A universe of equals. But a boy in chastity is no man’s “equal.” He’s not even “less than or equal to.” He’s just “Less than.” So it stands to reason I may have been skeptical.
All I wanted was his dick in my mouth immediately followed by his cum in my mouth. But instead he gave me a condom. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to me - telling me to put it on. I did so with displeasure. I never much cared for condoms, - they numb your nut, and frankly I’d already had enough sensationless orgasms this week to last a lifetime. But it didn’t even occur to me to protest. I put the thing over my encased cock and followed him to the other side of the room. He tugged at the end of the tip.
"Let’s do you first today”
He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to the floor where he positioned me on all fours. (Do I need to keep saying “Like a bitch?”) Then he told me he was going to “let” me cum again before he left the room momentarily. As I waited there on my hands and knees - like another coffee table in his living room - I immediately felt a sense of dread boiling in my gut. I’d already given up on cumming - quit that shit and moved on. I didn’t ever want the displeasure of jizzing through a plastic cage again. It had scarred me. I had entered into a sexual renaissance just to avoid feeling it again. Never again! - I thought.
But they were just thoughts - everyone in the room knew I was going to do whatever he said. And that’s when he stuck a vibrating wand up my ass. He knelt down beside me going to town on my back end and with his other hand he tugged at the cage. It felt inhuman. Like he was tuning a machine. Occasionally he would grab at my balls - which of course sent me reeling. They were the only thing I could still feel down there - in fact with each passing day, I thought of them more and more as my only source of self-pleasure.
That is until he really started hitting my prostate with the wand. I was starting to buckle it felt so good. My elbows quaked when he hit it all just right. Prostate, balls, prostate, balls, piss slit. (There was still the pee-slot of course, and when I started to get hard, the tip would begin to protrude through the cage opening.) He was hitting everything he could. But nothing was coming out. I was in a sexual twilight zone Just on the verge of starting to feel something good, on the verge of possibly - maybe cumming, but far enough away that all I really felt was frustration and exhaustion. Plus, in the back of my mind I knew, even if i did cum, it would be a horrible anesthetized non-orgasmic sperm purge - void of all pleasure. I realized then that waiting for “horrible” was just as bad or worse than “horrible” itself.
It must have taken 30 minutes before it began. I started breathing all wrong, my abs tightened, and he asked again (that which he had asked 20 times already in the last half hour) “You cumming?”
My voice quavered between deep breaths, “Yeah…unh…Yeah!”
With that, the wand bore down on my prostate, as he squeezed at my balls. But the second a moan escaped my lips, he withdrew everything and stood over me to watch as my pathetic orgasm rose in tumultuous ruin, and fell. My whole body jerked awkwardly and I grunted in anger, as if someone had punched me in the stomach - not a pleasureful orgasm grunt mind you. Then it was done. I remained there on all fours, while my dick twitched underneath me. Useless. I think I was waiting. It had been just as bad as before, probably worse. Only this time a full condom dangled from my crotch, still warm and i hadn’t been able to touch anything. No jacking the cage, no squeezing my balls. It was literally hands-free.
“Ok get up” he said. As I stood I saw him squeezing at his dick with a pair of underwear. (my underwear) He had jacked off in them as he watched me waste another perfectly good load to the cage. I’d gone through all that, and I wasn’t even going to taste dick tonight? He removed the condom and dumped the contents out into the undies adding to his load. Then he held it open, cupped in one hand at waist level. He looked at me and simply said, “Eat it.” I got back on my knees and stuck my tongue into the puddle of underwear cum. He pressed the back of my head with his other hand effectively suffocating me in semen and underwear. I licked up all I could. The more I ate, the more my frustration and anger subsided.
He gave back my soiled undies which I put on - still wet and cum-stained. Then I went home. The next day he was out of town, but he insisted that I email him a video (see animated GIFs attached to this blog entry). The instructions for the video were for me to take a “cum shot”. So I came in that shot glass and took it. That video marks my third ruined orgasm. But I sincerely doubted that it would be my last.