I’ll probably never get used to being denied my orgasm at the end of our play time.
He likes the power of it. He knows what happens next: we cuddle and spoon right after I removed my cuffs and collar, we reposition a few times, my boner will probe his back for a while. Until he considers tomorrows plans and decides it is time to get some sleep. Couple routines I love.
He fell asleep shortly after with a little grin on his sexy face. Although it was 2 AM, it took me a lot longer. My cock was still pulsing and having my hands free again, I could not hold back from stroking my hard-on. I tried to memorize every touch Kyle had made earlier that night. My left hand grabbed my cock. Thumb and index finger downwards on my penis shaft, slightly screwing the palm of my hand over my glans, so my other fingers rubbed against the sensitive bottom edge of my glans. Dry massaging it for maximum impact. I was making sure I would not come. Living together, we can ‘t be in porn mode 24/7, but there’s no fun in cheating. I could make it easy on myself, jerk off and shoot my load at night, but He would find out anyhow, so I comply to Kyle’s orders.
I was the first to wake up that Saturday morning. He somehow got rid of the duvet overnight and was laying naked with his ass and back towards me. The sun was entering our bedroom in between the curtains and walls. I turned towards Kyle, wrapped my arms around him and tried not to wake him up, while I was stealing some of his warmth. I got hard instantly. My dick poking against his back, soon woke him up. Mornings are not his forte. He tried to snooze and pushed me away. I turned to my back and waited. Losing his daily fight with the sunlight, he crawled to my side and in my arm, dropping one arm and leg on me. His leg crushed my cock. It took 5 minutes.
“On your belly,” he said.
He positioned my cock, pulling it down between my legs, pushed my thighs open with his knees and dropped some lube on my ass. He slid in his morning erection without hesitation. I knew right then he was not planning to let me off the hook yet. It’s always a great start of the day, when he can drop some sperm in his slut.
We made a deal on NY’s eve. He gets to dump his cum in me anytime. When I don’t feel like it, he can overrule by making me his sub. All he has to do, is order me to put on my rubber bondage collar. It works. Try it. I challenged him not to miss one day, or he has to catch up the next day with a double dump. It is by far the best NY’s resolution ever made.
I was last to shower. On the vanity he left me his key ring, a nice black and blue AD jockstrap with wide straps and the holy trainer cock cage.
“I’ll see you downstairs. Shall I make you a coffee?” He asked as he left the bathroom.
All dressed and shaved, I went down to the kitchen. He placed his hand on my crotch to check his boy and put his left hand up, palm upwards. I dropped his keyring in it. My attempt to ask him about the guy that was supposed to show up last night failed to get an answer. Kyle made it clear he would not reveal his identity yet. He only sent a picture of a toned six pack to my phone, to tease me.
I got several loads that day. By lunch time he told me to kneel in our kitchen alley. He face fucked me and beat off, dumping another load of his sperm in my mouth.
“Now let’s go for a walk in the city.”
I felt like he wanted to get away from my needy slut mode and wanted his boyfriend back for a while. Maybe he just wanted to get some air and found it entertaining to ignore my sexual arousal.
The city center was crowded that afternoon. People must have noticed how horny I was. Being denied to shoot my load, got me in a naturally drugged state. I could see the impact of the holy trainer in my pants. Then so can everyone else who scanned me walking by.
Back home that evening, we opted for a peaceful recovery night at home. After dinner we went in our TV room and caught up with some of our favourite TV shows. It didn’t take him long to open his pants and get his dick out.
“Let’s go upstairs,” He said and threw me his key ring.
Sitting on the end of the bed, he opened his legs and directed his eyes to his dick.
“Suck me, slut.”
I kneeled in between his legs and threw my face in his crotch. He leaned back a bit, clearly stating I would have to do the work. His dick was rock solid and pointing up, slightly curling towards his abs. That made it harder to go deep.
I asked if I could have some poppers. By opening the drawer, all toys and gear were on display… and the wooden humbler bar got screwed on my balls, stretching them backwards when the bar got positioned behind my thighs. I got back to sucking his cock - high on poppers - and enjoyed the pulling sensation on my scrotum.
“Who was your best sex, slut?” “Whose ass would you like to fuck once?”
“Really Master?” I tried to avoid answering.
“Tell me now,” he insisted. I named one. “Who else” he kept asking for names.
“Text them now. Do it.”
I loved our sex life but never felt the need to share it with friends or friends of friends. But I wanted him to become my master-boyfriend, so I overcame my shame – thanks to the built-up and poppers - and started texting hesitantly. I had to clearly state master wanted me to get him another Dom to fuck me or an additional ass to fuck in our sling. I became a publicly known sub right there and then because someone always tells someone. He clearly enjoyed every second. I could tell by the pumping pole I was sucking.
“Who are texting now?” “Has anyone responded yet?”
No one replied immediately. They might have been too shocked by our disclosure or asleep.
I got on the bed and sat on his right side, on hands and knees, my fully loaded balls pulled backwards. Occasionally he pulled my cock, making my balls get stretched by the humbler. I gave him head like I never did before. His dick passed my lips, my mouth, into my throat. It was scary. Risky too. I gagged but I kept moving up and as far down as possible. His pre-cum and his full cock in and out, to the very back of my throat. I loved this new feeling. Once, twice, three times... I was counting how many I could perform without stopping to prevent me from throwing up. More poppers, more training, the number went up quickly. He started fucking my throat, speeding up and a few minutes later he shot his cum straight into my stomach.
Horny and loaded, I had to go to sleep. I dropped on my back, spread eagle, rubbing my glans , until Master told he me to let go of my dick.
"Don't."
5 people would be reading an interesting text message the next morning. What could I do? At least, they could tell we haven’t got a boring sex life, right?
