Dungeon Massage Part 4: Discipline
The water felt good in my parched throat and slowly my eyes began adjusting to the dim lighting that was now present in the dungeon. I could begin to make out various implements; the cross, a spanking bench, and on one side a reclining leather chair. Master was standing with his hands on his hips, surveying how I was regaining my sense of equilibrium. He still had on his leather boots and he had put back on his leather thong. The light reflected wildly off the shiny smooth black leather of the pouch and I could make out the silver snaps where the pouch attached to the leather waistband.
"Rest time is over, boy," he snapped. "Its time to show Me your appreciation for the care and attention I have given you this afternoon."
His left hand encased the back of my head as he quickly brought my mouth to his hungry, waiting lips. He forced his hot hard tongue into my cavity and he began sucking my mouth, tongue, and lips; all of which immediately restored my aching erection
He pushed my head downward to his right nipple and commanded me to suck it. "No teeth," he cautioned. "Just gentle teasing and sucking." I could sense he was beginning to experience a shortness of breath as I continued to suck his nipples, first one and then the other. My thigh was pressed against his thong and I could feel his cock responding to my nipple kisses.
Panic set in as he roughly pushed me away. "Come over here, boy," he commanded as he lowered his strong muscular body into the leather recliner. "Kneel and tongue me," he demanded. Calm returned to my brain as I knelt and obediently began to lick his salty, sweaty torso. He tasted good and his abs were like bricks as my tongue explored the ridges between each muscle. Slowly I inched my hot mouth downward toward his leather-encased cock. With each inch I progressed, I could sense him getting more aroused; the leather codpiece was straining at the silver snaps as his cock engorged with blood. I felt like a super hero - here I was, giving such pleasure to my Master
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he said, "Unsnap it, boy." As the thong fell away from his body, the warm exotic leather smell combined with the Man musk emanating from his genitals and put my brain in overdrive. His cock and balls were baby butt smooth. I began to lick his balls and slowly moved up to his throbbing shaft.
"Not yet, boy," he said. "First I want you to suck my balls, one at a time." Gently, I pulled his right nut into my hot eager mouth and began to gently massage it with my tongue and cheeks as I sucked. His gentle groans and moans told me that I was on target. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him gently begin to stroke his magnificent huge cock; not hard like he was going to release, but pleasurable, teasing, and mixed with the stimulation he was receiving from my ball sucking. My jaw was beginning to ache as he directed my attention to his left nut. I so wanted to suck his cock instead, but obviously I was pleasing him with the ball sucking.
"Lick it, boy!" was the command I had been waiting for. "No lips, just tongue, from the base to the head," he directed. Gently first, then with increasing pressure from my hard tongue, I plied the underside of his enormous cock. As I concentrated on the sweet spot, his breathing became very shallow and, working my way up to his head, I found the pre-cum that I sensed he was involuntarily releasing. Back down to the sweet spot, up to the crown, letting my tongue dip into his slit and taste his precum, back down, all around and all over, my tongue explored his mighty smooth and hard cock.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his strong hands grabbed my head and guided my mouth over his penis. Gradually, as I began to suck, I took more of him into my mouth with each suck. Slowly I could feel the tip of his head reach the back of my throat and with one felled swallow it passed over my gag reflex. Now the moans increased from his throat as he began to savor suck after suck after suck. I could see his abs quiver as his hips bucked beneath my head; I knew he was on the edge yet trying with all his might to hold back for just one more suck. Suddenly, his hot jet hit the back of my throat and I knew I had succeeded in giving my Master the ultimate man pleasure. After three or four squirts, I sensed he was shot and I began to milk his urethra with my tongue and completely drain him. This was followed by gentle kisses to his cock, making sure that I did not over stimulate his cockhead. "Good boy," I heard him murmur.
As he sat up in the leather chair, he commanded me to stand up. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I was sure that he would somehow cause or allow me to release the pressure in my sack. By my recollection, I had been constantly stimulated for at least three hours and I simply couldn't take any more.
He grabbed my ball sack with his right hand and began to squeeze it. "I know you want to cum," he gently told me, "but part of your training today is to leave without release!"
I was shocked. My brain began to spin and I thought I was going to faint, both from the pain of his squeezing and from the realization that he would not release me. "Please Sir," I intoned, "I beg you to make me cum. Please spank me or crop my thighs, let me jerk it off, anything, Sir, anything, please."
"No, boy. You have done extremely well today, for a first timer. But remember the discussion we had last week on the telephone. I told you that I believe in strong discipline and obedience training for my boys. If you pass this test, you will be allowed to return and maybe that time, I'll have another boy here for you to play with for my enjoyment."
"Now listen very carefully, boy. I want you to follow my instructions to the letter. Put on the jock you brought, get dressed, and leave. Do not play with yourself for at least four hours. After four hours, I want you to call me on the telephone and tell me how you feel. Before you call, strip naked and have some oil ready in case I decide to let you cum. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!" I answered with disappointment in my voice.