As I lay spread-eagle on the bed with my wrists and ankles tied and my eyes blindfolded, he continued to suck and stroke my erect cock right up to the edge of a second orgasm. Just as I reached the point where I didn't think I'd be able to hold back any longer, he suddenly stopped again and left me hanging. It was as if he knew exactly how far to push me to get the maximum effect without going far enough to make me actually cum.
"Oh, Master," I moaned, not knowing what else to say.
"You almost came, didn't you, slave."
"Yes, Master. It was very intense."
"You want to cum, don't you, slave."
"I want to please you, Master."
"What else do you want, slave?"
"I want to do whatever you want me to, Master."
I was so turned on that I was shivering all over. My dick was so hard that it ached, and I could feel my own precum leaking out and dripping on me.
"Tell me the truth, slave, or I'll send you away right this minute. Do you or do you not want to cum? Answer me." He sounded angry, and I didn't know what he wanted to hear. The truth, of course, was that I DID want to cum. I'd been wanting to cum ever since I'd first started watching him at the bar downstairs. "Answer me," he repeated. "Do you or do you not want to cum?"
"Yes, Master. Yes, I want to cum." The words were out of me before I realized what I was saying.
"That's better," he said. "That's an honest answer."
He flicked the clamps on my nipples again. Pain radiated out from them and made me moan. Then I sensed his body overshadow me again, and I felt his mouth close to my ear. "Do you want me to let you cum, slave?" he whispered.
"Yes, Master," I breathed.
"What did I tell you about that?"
"You said you might let me cum later, but ..."
"But what, slave?"
"But first you were going to fuck me."
"What else did I say?" he whispered.
"You said you were going to play with my dick and tease me and turn me on until I was begging you to fuck me."
"Keep going."
"You said this is all about you, not me. You said you were going to fuck me, but not until you'd gotten me so turned on that I was begging to be fucked. That I'd do anything you said."
"Are you that turned on, slave?"
"Oh, yes, Master. More than I've ever been in my life. Oh, Master, I'll do anything you say. Just tell me what you want."
"Then why aren't you begging me to fuck you now, slave?"
"Oh, Master. I DO want that," I gasped. "I do want you to fuck me. Please, Master. I want to feel your hard dick inside me -- inside my man-cunt. Please, Master. Please fuck me."
"It's too late. You're obviously not turned on enough yet." He paused, then added, "But you will be."
I shivered again as he moved down between my legs once more. "Don't move," he said. Then I felt his fingers lift my hard cock, and his mouth slid down on its leaking head.
"Oh, Master," I moaned.
He gradually started sliding his mouth up and down on my sensitive dick again, licking the shaft and sucking on the head and stroking with his hand as he took me deeper into his throat each time. It was more intense than ever, and I knew it wouldn't take long at all before I'd be on the edge of another orgasm. The more the hot, wet mouth slid up and down, the harder it was for me to stay still as he'd commanded.
"Oh, please, Master," I begged. "I'm getting close again. Please, Master. I'm going to cum. Oh, Master. It's too much."
He didn't stop. He just kept sucking and stroking and sliding my hard shaft in and out of his hot mouth. I could feel my body getting ready to shoot its load. My orgasm was coming on fast. I knew he could feel it, too, but he didn't let up. He just kept torturing my dick and pushing me closer and closer to where he'd warned me not to go.
"Oh, Master. I'm cumming, Master. I'm cumming. Oh, god, Master, I'm, I'm ..."
It was intense and erotic -- and very frustrating. I wanted so much for him to keep going. I wanted him to keep sucking me and stroking me until I came. I wanted to feel my semen shooting into his throat just as he'd pumped his hot cum onto my face earlier. I needed the release, but I knew there would be none until he'd finished having his way with me.
He kept sucking and stroking my erect cock, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me toward another orgasm. Torturing me. I was right at the edge again. I could feel my dick about to explode and fill his mouth with hot jizz. I struggled to remain still while his mouth engulfed me and his hand stroked my shaft faster and faster.
"Please, Master, please, please. I'm cumming, Master," I moaned.
Then suddenly, he pulled off and left me hanging again -- but not quite in time. My dick twitched and my balls contracted, and I realized I'd started to cum. Without any stimulation to keep it going, though, it died out -- but not before a few drops of semen sputtered out the piss slit of my overworked cock. The brief climax did nothing to relieve the intense need I felt to cum. If anything, it only made it worse.
"Oh, Master," I cried softly. "I'm sorry, Master."
He lifted my cock with his fingers after a few moments and licked the drops of cum off the head. Then he got off the bed and untied my ankles.
"Put your legs together and raise them up in the air," he commanded.
I did as he said, then he pushed them farther over toward my face and held them there and then spanked my ass hard with his other hand. "Bad, slave," he said, then he spanked me again, harder than the first time. "You wicked, bad, slave." He hit my sore ass again, even harder. "I told you not to cum." Again, another hard hit. "And you disobeyed me." Another hit. My ass was burning with pain. "Bad, bad slave." He spanked me one last time, harder than all the rest, and let my legs down again. "Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Master," I cried. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry."
He got off the bed, and I heard him go into the bathroom without saying anything else. I laid still and tried to calm down. My nipples were hurting, my arms were aching, and my ass was on fire. My dick was still as hard as a fence post, and the juices that had been leaking out of it onto my stomach felt cold on my skin.
He was gone for several minutes, and I started to wonder what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I realized he might be getting ready to fuck me. Images of his hard dick ramming deep inside my man-pussy flooded my mind and sent new shivers of fear and excitement through my whole body. I imagined his stiff cock sliding in and out faster and faster. I imagined it pounding my ass harder and harder. I imagined it driving deeper and deeper as he worked toward his climax. I imagined him suddenly pulling out of me and finishing himself off with his hand. I imagined him cumming on me. I imagined his hot jizz pumping onto my dick and balls and chest and stomach. The whole scene made me moan deep in my throat.
The bathroom door opened and he came back into the room. "Spread your legs, you little pussy-boy," he demanded. I did as he said and felt him climbing back on the bed between my feet. He moved around a little, then commanded, "Bend your knees and keep them spread apart." He pushed my feet up so my knees were bent and my feet were flat on the bed near my ass. I felt a sudden wet coolness down between my legs. It was his fingers covered in thick lube. The goo-drenched fingertips probed my ass until one of them found my anus and pushed its way inside me.
"Oh, Master," I gasped as the finger buried itself deeper in. "Master, that feels so strange. Good -- but strange. Oh, oh, Master."
The finger slid out for a few moments, then two fingers with more lube pushed through again. I could tell he was making sure I was very well oiled for what was about to happen next.
Out again, then back with more lube -- enough that I could feel it oozing out and leaking down my crack. This time, though, the fingers pushed all the way in and stayed there. Then they began to massage my prostate. My dick seemed to get harder all of a sudden.
Without any warning, he went down on me for the fourth time since tying me to the bed. He took my stiff cock deep in his warm, wet throat and started sucking and licking and stroking the hard shaft all over again. While he was doing this, he continued rubbing his fingers against my prostate and moving them around inside my rectum.
"Oh, Master," I cried.
He slid up and down very slowly at first. Then a little faster. And a little faster. He started sucking and licking it harder. He stroked the shaft with his free hand and kept massaging my prostate with his fingers inside my ass. The combination of the sucking and stroking and massaging were intense beyond words. Before I knew what was happening, I was already dangerously close to cumming. I'd never been more turned on. And I'd never needed to cum so much before. It was too much.
"Oh, Master. Please, Master," I begged. "I can't take anymore. Master, please stop. It's too much. Oh, Master, please. Please stop. I'm going to cum. Master, please."
He pulled his mouth off my dick and said, "If you cum, I'll whip you so hard you'll bleed for a month." Then he went down on me again.
"Master, Master, please," I started crying louder. "I can't help it, Master. I'm about to cum. I'm cumming, Master. I'm cumming."
Once again, he pulled off me and left me hanging. I'd never wanted to cum so badly in my life. Never. I'd never NEEDED to come so badly. It was all I could think about. I had to have it. I had to have an orgasm. I tugged at the ropes tying my wrists, but they were as tight as ever. Then I thought of the belt. I thought of telling him I wanted my belt back. It was the only way I could think of to get him to untie me so I could beat off.
But something inside me held me back. I was breathing deep. I could feel the cool air on the lubricant oozing out of my ass. And then I realized what I wanted more than an orgasm. I realized what I wanted more than anything else at that moment.
"Master," I gasped. "Master, fuck me. Fuck me, Master. Please. Please fuck me, Master."
I was still lying on my back with my knees raised and legs spread. He was somewhere at the foot of the bed not touching me. My ass was tingling, and I was shaking nervously again. My heart was pounding. My breathing was quick and shallow. In my mind's eye, I could see him fucking me, and I knew I had to have it. I didn't care anymore if I came. I just wanted to feel his hard cock slamming deep inside me again and again and again.
"Oh, please, Master," I begged. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need it, Master."
Without a word, he pushed my knees farther apart and slid his fingers up my ass again, then went down on my cock once more, taking it all the way down his hot throat. I was so turned on, though, that he had to stop and pull off me almost as soon as he started.
"Please, fuck me, Master," I kept begging. "I want you, Master. I want to feel you deep inside my tight hole. Please, Master. Fuck me, please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you say. Just please, please, please fuck me. Fuck me, Master. I need you to fuck me."
He didn't say anything and didn't move. I kept begging him to fuck me. The more I begged, the more I felt like a total cockwhore. A cum-slut. I felt completely degraded, but that just turned me on even more. I'd never felt so humiliated, but it all just made me beg harder, almost to the point of tears under the blindfold.
"Master, please," I cried. "I'll do anything. You can beat me. You can rape me. You can treat me anyway you want, but I'm begging you please, Master. Please fuck me."
Again without a word, he slid his lube-covered fingers inside my tight anus and swallowed my hard dick to the hilt. Sucking, stroking, licking. He deep-throated me again and again and again while his fingers pumped in and out and massaged my prostate. His free hand played with my balls. He moaned in his throat and sucked harder.
For the sixth time, he pushed me closer and closer toward an orgasm I knew I couldn't hold off for much longer. It grew more and more intense every time he went down on my throbbing prick. I felt my balls tightening up. I was doing everything I could to relax and to keep from cumming, but I was losing the battle. And through it all, I was begging him to fuck me.
"Master. Oh, Master, please. Fuck me, Master. I want to feel you banging me hard. I want to feel you fuck my ass again and again. Please, Master. I can't wait any longer. Please. I want it. I need it. Master, please. Please, fuck me. I have to have it. I have to have your cock inside me. Please. I'm begging you."
He kept stroking and sucking and massaging. Faster and faster. It was too much. I was at the edge again.
"Master, I'm cumming. Please, Master. Please stop. Stop and fuck me instead. Please, Master. I'm cumming. Please stop. Stop, Master," I pleaded. "I'm cumming. Please Master, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Master, I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Master ..."
Just as I knew I couldn't take anymore, he pulled off again. I was beside myself with lust and humiliation. I was crying.
"Please, Master," I whimpered. "Please. I'll do anything. Anything. Just fuck me. Please, Master. Please. I'm begging you. I can't take anymore."
He didn't say anything. After a few moments, he got off the bed, and I heard the bathroom door close. I was alone again and shivering from head to toe. "Please, Master, please," I pleaded softly in the empty room. "Please come and fuck your little cockwhore."