a masturbator wrote:
Once you have the cuffs on, once he’s adjusted the spreader bar between your ankle restraints, once you have the blindfold slipped over your eyes, sitting naked and erect in the middle of the room on a padded meeting-room chair on a Sunday afternoon in an empty office buildng, he pretty much has leave to do whatever he wants with you, and well, guess what, he wasn’t much into milking me out over and over.
No, he was into teasing me for two hours, and I do mean relentless, tireless, merciless teasing: endless light jacking, just enough to maintain arousal and never enough to get me close to triggering, skinning back the foreskin from my large, urgent, herbally-enhanced erection and using a a set of paint brushes–that’s right, fucking paint brushes, right off the hardware store shelf, plastic wrappers still on them–directly on the exposed, throbbing glans and slit, occasionally fondling my full aching unejaculated nuts and scratching, tormenting, pulling and sucking on my nipples, should my arousal flag. Oh yeah, and “warming” lubricant, just in case any of the above wasn’t enough to maintain my state of near-insane ejaculatory neediness. I did my best to get into the head space to trigger a release, contorted myself into just about every position permitted by the restraints, shagged my hips fast, slow and everything in between to try to get enough friction to shoot, but he knew what he was doing and in his cool, professional, focused way made damned sure I wasn’t going to cum. So I just peaked again and again and again, every time I got close, he managed to distract me–mostly by tickling me in unexpected places till I lost the edge and he could continue stroking safely.
Finally, covered in sweat and pretty much in despair that I’d get a release at all–even he wanted to, I was afraid I had reached that state of overload and wouldn’t be able to do it, even if I were permitted to jack–he took me over to the couch and in a relaxed position, FINALLY started applying enough cock pressure to get me off. Always a little weird the things that make you shoot–this time, the blindfold had slipped up a bit and I caught a glimpse of my straining legs and feet, ankles cuffed with the spreader bar between then, and for some reason that visual made me shoot a TREMENDOUS FORCEFUL load–the first three shots clear over my head onto the lamp and the wall behind me, and then a mindless thrashing orgasm which continued on and on, as he just continued to jack my tender exposed glans without remorse.
So that was that–one ejaculation, albeit a good solid release, but no milking out today. Which means: a grand total of two ejaculations in the past two long weeks of semen retention and nothing further scheduled for OEW–bfs and fbs all busy and my own scheduled filled with social obligations.
Sure I could jack myself off, but what fun is that!