By slavebladeboi

We were about as close as two people can get without actually living together.

His legs were spread and tied to rings set in the floor, his arms strapped to the front legs of the bench. He looked so fucking good.

I felt his hole grip tighter on my cock as I lunged into him again. He groaned as much as he physically could with that huge dick gag strapped on and the layers of duct tape I’d wound tightly around his head. Not sure if it was pleasure or pain. I reached round under the narrow bench on which he was tied face down and felt his balls and erection sticking through the hole I’d made in exactly the right spot for that purpose. I couldn’t get anything like a grip as he was oozing with precum making everything super slippery, so I simply edged him with a few strokes.

Pleasure then.

He’d already cum some 30 minutes or so before but he was still desperate. His cock was jerking and making the weighted parachute hanging from his balls swing wildly.

I slowed my movements, withdrawing almost completely then carefully pushing back in as far as I could, feeling him shudder as it tickled his prostate. 45 minutes and I had not shot a single load even though he had had at least one. The pool of juice he was leaving beneath the bench, growing slowly by the minute, indicated his continuing desperation. I put my face close to his.

OK. You know our agreement. If we cum together this time I let you go with no penalty. Cum before me and you lose, the cage goes back on for another month. Don’t cum and the same happens, but no release until I decide.

More moaning from beneath the layers of black tape and rubber. For someone who generally wanked off at least a couple of times a day when he was unlocked that was going to be torture.

I was so close now. I wasn’t sure if I could hold out much longer. I really wanted this to last but the way his arse sucked me in, held me in its warmth, was enough to make me lose the will to do anything but fill him with my jizz. I just wanted to thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, and make that final explosion inside him.

Right. Count down with me.

More protests, or whatever. It didn’t matter. It was just noise now.

Ten! Count or we start again!

Mmmeff

I rocked as I thrust forward, feeling every inch of the sides of his arse as I buried myself in him.

Nine!

Nnnnnmmph!

Again. This time harder and faster, pushing heavily on his cheeks with my thighs.

Eight!

Eeemmfffph!

I was almost there. I had to relax, just a bit, just enough so as not to fall over that edge. I withdrew all the way and waited. He quivered. I saw his hands make fists, his knuckles white with straining.

Seven!

Phhmmm!

Fuck it. I was so near now. I couldn’t give a shit about any agreement. It was only my cock that mattered. It was demanding, just get on and finish the job. I withdrew once again but this time thrust straight back in. Hard. Fast, and deep. Rocking back and forth like a bow saw on a log

Six! Five! Four!

MMMMMPPPHHH.!!

He gyrated on the bench as far as his restrained body could manage. I reached round again and this time simply grabbed the weight hanging from his balls and pulled. Hard.

UUUURrrggggph

He was obviously screaming but not a lot escaped him. His cock was leaking fast and bouncing around as I yanked on his full balls in time to my launching into him.

Three!

No sound. He held his breath. I held off. Seconds passed. That feeling you get when you’re there. It grabbed me and tightened round my groin.

Two!

Hard and fast.

ONE!!

My load flew out of my throbbing cock. Again and again I pumped all that warm, wet, silky smooth mess into him. He responded, humping his body to meet mine. I felt his cum running onto my hand and down my wrist. I eased my grip on his balls and let him relax as I fell forward onto his back, wet with sweat. Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head up and wiped my cum covered palm over his face and gag.

So. Lucky boi, I think.

Ymmmzzzrr.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, slavebladeboi, for this story!