By Cutieboy90

It had been hours. I was naked, hogcuffed, ballgagged, with a huge electro plug humming away up my butt milking my prostate after five weeks of chastity. All I had to do was not orgasm until Mark said it was time.

Speaking of Mark, he’d been flipping through the various sports channels, watched a few games, a bit of news, and switched to a sitcom for a bit too before turning back to basketball. All the while, his big feet were all over me. In my face, resting on my shoulders, stroking my back. I was drooling heavily on my ballgag, and leaking constantly through my chastity cage, moaning as he pushed on that gigantic plug.

This was torture. Plain and simple, I thought to myself. Four hours, and I was still horny as hell, fighting back the urge to cum, and I was exhausted. I let out a whimper and a torrent of drool. Mark looked over, taking his feet from where they were resting on the small of my back. He leaned closer to me.

“Aww, whassa matter? Bored? Well I suppose you can’t see the TV…” His voice had such a patronizing tone, the teasing sexy bastard. I rolled my eyes, but mostly my fight was gone. Mark seemed to think for a moment, and then stood up, a twinkle in his eyes. “Got it! I know exactly what’ll cheer you up. Be right back.” He darted into the other room, and returned a moment later with some nipple clamps.

I sighed into the gag, as he knelt by the table. “Here, roll onto your side!”

I carefully obeyed, trying to minimize the movement of the bowling ball sized behemoth still lodged in my butt. Mark quickly applied the clamps, without much ceremony or further talk.

“MMMMMmmmmmm…!” I moaned as I felt my dick strain against the bars. Mark was not making this easy at all. I was so turned on, and all this increasingly added stimulation wasn’t helping. I managed a scowl as Mark patted my chest with a friendly casual smile.

“Much better!” He said, and he got back up on the couch. He continued to watch whatever basketball game was going on, occasionally pulling the chain of the clamps with his toe, and prodding my chastity cage with the other toe. Luckily for me, the added nipple clamps weren’t anything I couldn’t handle, at least they provided a little distraction from the fullness in my butt, and the frustration of my nuts.

I was really starting to tire… My jaw was aching, my shoulders were starting to hurt, and my hamstrings were getting ready for a new position. And I desperately wanted to cum soon. I looked over at my boyfriend, maybe I could flash him my saddest puppy eyes, which he usually couldn’t resist. I let out a whine, to grab his attention.

“No no,” he hadn’t looked over from the screen. “Nope, those cute whimpers and pretty eyes won’t save you this time. Sorry. But you’ve shown such good control for the past five hours, and it’s getting close to dinner time…” He muted the commercial break, and finally looked me in the eyes, with what I thought was finally pity. “So I guess it’s time for me to pay attention to you.” Oh shit, there was that wicked gleam in his eyes.

He reached over to the powerbox, which so far had been set on relatively low, constant settings. I felt the vibrations increase, and I moaned loudly. He was going to zap my prostate until I couldn’t but cum! The fucker. I fought the overwhelming urge as Mark gradually turned the juice up. Just as I felt my eyes were starting bug out, he turned the dial back a touch. He wore a satisfied look on his gorgeous, 5 o’clock shadowed face.

He sat back from the box, but suddenly I felt the electro build back up again!

“Mmmmmmphh!!” I moaned as the levels reached back up in intensity. Mark smiled like a kid in a candy store, just a bit pleased.

“This setting is called ‘waves,’” he explained. “It’s called that because, well, you probably already figured it out. Haha!” Indeed I had. The intensity had built up, and then gradually diminished. Then slowly started to climb back up. Fuck. The highest point of the wave would have made me shoot if it lasted much longer at the top. Fuck. Me. I let out another moan as the wave peaked again, my caged dick leaking freely.

Mark sat back, pulling his dick out of his shorts. He was hard, like he’d been all afternoon. The sight of his beautiful cock always made me swoon. Just under 8 inches in length, but thick, and mostly smooth, with a slight taper to the head. He rubbed his hefty-looking nutsack, and let out a contented sigh.

“Man, feels so good to let it breathe you know?” He smirked. I watched as he reached under my chin, getting a handful of my slobber, and started stroking his shaft. I bucked, doubling on myself, as the next electro wave hit. This was getting so intense, and now I was going to watch him stroke off in front me. I swore at him through my gag. We both knew it was futile, watching his hand stroking up his magnificent boner, with deliberate, luxurious looking passes, was hypnotic for me. I could jerk off watching Mark jerk off, any day. But now as frustrated and horny and stimulated as I was…

I let my eyes follow his hand. Up and down. Up and down, over and over. My mind was mostly blank, but as the waves peaked, I’d start reminding myself not to cum. To try to focus on anything but my own arousal. I was suddenly aware of a new sensation on my face. My chin, jaw, neck and biceps had long since been soaked with my drool, but this new stream was by the bridge of my nose. There were tears!! Fuckity fuck, I was at the point of tears trying to hold off from cumming. Who could blame me though? My dick had been locked in a cage for a total of five weeks, the last time I came was three weeks ago, and that was entirely ruined because I’d failed the milking test then. And here I was again, trying not to fail today. I was determined to hold off. Just so I could lock Mark’s beefy prick up, and torment him in two weeks. Make him take this massive electro plug, get him tightly hogtied for several hours, while I jerked off freely.. Oh yes, that would be so. Fucking. Hot. Yeah.. The sight of my boyfriend, hogcuffed, gagged and drooling, bucking as I kept him on the brink. Hearing his muffled growls and snarls, turn to begging and whimpering. Oh yeah.. FUCK!!

I quickly rolled onto my stomach, causing the nipple clamps to bite in. The immediate jolt of discomfort was enough to bring me back from orgasm. Fuck! That was close.. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head and raged through my gag. No more watching Mark stroke himself. As I huffed, and caught my breath, I looked out of the corner of my eye. Mark was still casually stroking himself, but I could see just a hint of a frown. I’d managed to best him on this one. Narrowly. But I still hadn’t cum.

I made a very conscious effort to ignore my boyfriend’s masturbating. I turned my eyes toward the TV, and could just see the flashes of color and shapes. I rocked onto the clamps on my nipples, though the waves from the plug i still couldn’t ignore. This plug was seriously too big to get used to. It must’ve cost a fortune just to ship! How the hell had the box arrived without my noticing? Mark’s grunting brought my attention back to him.

He was working himself closer to orgasm. I could tell by the way his hefty balls were drawn up, and the light sweat on his forehead. And those moans… Our eyes locked. Those greenish blueish swirls that just pulled me into eternity were just full of heat, lust, and… A glint of evil. I noticed that smirk before it made it to his lips. His hand slowed, and stopped at the base of his cock.

No way. I pulled on my restraints, making my back cramp, and growled frothily through my ballgag. No fucking way, that arrogant fuckwad I considered the man of my dreams, was going to humiliate me further by edging himself in front of me!

“Mmmffffughh mph!!” I roared at him. “MMMPHH!!” I tugged at the cuffs. The Clejuso #13s on my wrists were locked to a belly chain, to which the Clejuso #15s cuffing my ankles were also attached. The arrangement meant that I was very restricted in movement, but still comfortable for a long period of time. Indeed, my muscles would be cramping and uncomfortable long before the cuffs and chains were even considered. But I could pull and struggle against them all I wanted. I’d just cause cramps and frustration for myself.

Mark edged himself three more times, each time, I got closer to my own orgasm. The nipple clamps helped. I knew this would be a losing battle, as Mark could edge himself longer than I knew I could hold out.

As Mark cooled down from his fourth edge, he looked at the clock. His eyebrows jumped, and I could see him thinking. It was definitely dinner time, and we’d been at this half of the day. I’d still managed to keep from orgasm. He knelt my by face, and gave my shoulder a gentle pat.

“Ok babe,” he said. “I’ll tell you what, if you can keep from cumming with one more trick, I’ll let you out, and after dinner you can lock me up for the next two weeks. I won’t milk you until you’re dry. Deal?”

I nodded in agreement. I’d made it this far, and I could handle one more trick. I was willing to bet he was just going jerk off. That, surely I could handle. Mark smiled, and stroked my head. “Alright then! My last chance to make you lose control.”

He pulled the front of his shirt up over his head and behind his neck, exposing his chest. He flexed a little, until his abs showed, and his torso gleamed with a light sweat. He scooped up another handful of my drool, sat down on the couch, and began to jerk off again.

“Look at me,” he commanded as I tried to divert my attention. Damn, with the waves from the buttplug, being forced to watch him blow his load would be difficult. But I could do it. I HAD to. I was NOT going to be locked up for another month just because I lose my jizz watching my boyfriend jerk off.

Mark started slowly, deliberately. He was pulling out all the stops, teasing us both. Some guys really know how put on a sexy show, and Mark was a natural. This was nothing less than his best.

My dick was trying to bend the steel cage. I was sure that if I looked down, I’d see the cage start to deform. The sight before me was getting my juices flowing. Electro waves were pounding my prostate like hurricane swells on an open beach. My balls were churning like they’d never churned before. A bead of sweat ran down the side of Mark’s face, I watched it languidly trickle down his chest toward his navel. Fuck, he was so hot. Pumping his bone, abs flexing, chest heaving, a blissful smile on his lips, and a knowing, almost cocky gleam in his eyes.

I felt the tears come. I was biting down hard on the ballgag, and pushing the nipple clamps into the table. Mark was about to shoot his load, and I hoped to heaven that I wouldn’t shoot mine with him. His back was arched, and his breath was heavy. My eyes locked with his, and he flashed that winsome smile of his. He bit his lip, and with a long, masculine grunt, came.

Thick, pearly globs spurted up his chest, a good tablespoon of so settling in a pool just under his belly button. Damn, did Mark enjoy that orgasm. Somehow, by some miracle, I managed not to cum. I lay there in my hogcuff, panting harder than Mark, in total disbelief. I’d done it! I looked over at him, my gagged mouth already with a smile. But he was still in the afterglow, I could wait a few moments for him to enjoy it before I started gloating. I wriggled in my cuffs, glad to know my torment was over.

“Hoooooo…” Mark whistled when he’d finally caught his breath. A dopey smile was plastered on his face, his tongue lolling out. His hand was still slowly stroking his dick, milking out a few final drops. As he brought his gaze back to mine, he smiled a real smile. He picked up one of his socks, and used it to clean up the mess he’d just made, and got up from the couch. But instead of turning off the electro, or starting to unlock me, he hesitated, and that evil grin touched the corners of his mouth.

“What,” he asked, his voice sultry. “I never said that was my last trick for you.” He gripped the back of my neck, and slowly brought his cum-soaked sock towards my face. My heart froze. No no no no no no no no, this wasn’t fair!! I struggled in my cuffs, trying to pull away. I shook my head pleadingly, and whined in my gag. I held my breath as that sock was held in front of my nose. No, this couldn’t be happening. I felt the plug begin to ramp up into another wave. I could practically taste Mark’s cum, foot musk and sweat. The wave peaked and retreated. I tried to take some shallow breaths through my mouth, but there was too much drool, and the gag was so large. I inhaled the rank sock, catching every scent of the wonderfully sexy and downright evil man of my dreams. And as the next wave coursed through that absurdly large plug, I came with a load, defeated moan.

That was it. Mark stroked the back of my head, as my three-week orgasm came to a very frustrating and completely ruined end. He place the cum-sock on the table, propped up with his other sock, and gently guided my head down so my nose was buried in them. He soothingly petted my head and neck as I started to buck from the sensitivity.

“Shhhh,” he kissed the top of my head. “I know sweetie. I’m just glad to know you’re not completely immune to me.” He winked, with a kind smile, as I finally settled down. The electro was getting to be a bit much, and my body was sore.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the new powerbox. I thought you’d like it. It’s got a whole bunch of other settings we can try out too! By the way, that plug is the second largest electro plug they make. It’s an absolute monster, and there’s no way it’s getting anywhere near my ass. And that’s why I couldn’t let you win. I knew you’d just stuff in my hole, and feed me your dick. Which you know I love, but still. Damn, you know?”

He was right, of course. It was a monster, and I couldn’t wait to get it out of me.. I breathed in the scents of his socks as he spoke and continued caressing my neck. I knew how the rest of the night would go. He’d leave me on the table, just as I was with the cuffs, ballgag, electro and all, to be further milked. The next several orgasms would be ruined, and the few after that would be dry. After his dinner, Mark would unlock my cuffs, massage the aches away, I’d have my dinner, and we’d enjoy a hot bubble bath before heading to bed.

Mark kissed the back of my neck, and I watched his muscular ass as he walked toward the kitchen. I was too lust-crazed, and exhausted to remember that I’d spend the next month in chastity, or to think of ways I could get back at Mark for all this. For now, I just wanted to cum as much as I could, as frustrating as it may be. I closed my eyes, and nuzzled into that sweaty, cum-filled sock as I felt my next orgasm building.

Milking day was always so much fun.

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Metal would lke to thank the author, Cutieboy90, for this story!