From Muscle Boy to Cheap Meat - Part 2

"Sir, pre-cum extraction is pure torture to a man! Especially pre-cum that must be transparent and not mixed with white impurities. Are you going to make me count how many times I have been edged?"

We took a break on Saturday to recuperate and decided to meet on Sunday instead. Muscle Boy was feeling horny from not cumming on Friday night's training session, and requested that I met him before dinner for a quick "workout".

It was a request that I couldn't resist. 

When I arrived, Muscle Boy had just returned from his meetings but proudly show-off to me his latest collection - a bottle of Gun Oil Lubricant, which he had bought in Chinatown. 

I went ahead for my shower and ordered him to change into his slave attire. Muscle Boy was already prep up when I had finished my shower. This time, he was stripped down to his red undies. Blindfolded and ready to serve.

I walked up and leaned against his back, rubbing my nipples against his back while sniffing his neck. My hands slowly moved towards his nipples and gave them a hard pinch. Muscle Boy jumped at the unexpected movement. 

His cock was already hard by the time I touched it. I pulled down his red briefs and a steel cock ring greeted me, holding his dick and balls firmly in place. I hit against his cock to warm it up for the session.

Gym style training session began. I would edge Muscle Boy 10-15 times in a position (one set) and then change the position for another set of edging. The aim to was to do as many sets as possible within 45 minutes before we headed out for dinner. I was (physically) hungry but I was hungrier to watch my horny cheap meat suffer.

We started with the standing position with me standing behind him, rubbing my chin against his sensitive neck while edging him. Muscle Boy was made to count the times I edged him. If he counted too softly, he would be ordered to count again starting from zero. When he forgot the number of times he had been edged or counted wrongly, the statistics would be back to square one again.

Muscle Boy completed several sets before we washed up to go for dinner. He was edged in standing, squatting, kneeling position as well as having his hands tied behind his back while he sat on the study desk waiting to be examined and edged. 

Our real "main course" commerced after dinner was digested. The training for this part was the most intense. During the "en-tree" session earlier, Muscle Boy was given longer breaks between edging and shorter edging duration. The timings were now reversed as the edging would last longer and only rest of less than five seconds between the edging motion.

Boy was made to lie on the couch while he was secured to the sides of the furniture. As the edging intensified, his legs were struggling to break free from the ropes. 

"One, Sir. Thank you Sir... two, Sir... three..." he continued as I changed the sets. 

By now his dick was so hard and I was afraid it might eject anytime. Muscle Boy was leaking pre-cum uncontrollably and during over dinner he was mentioning that he felt like a cheap meat and sex toy while being used by me with totally no control over his dick and senses. 

I rotated him through several other positions before making him stand on his two feet with his hands behind the neck. I was feeling exhausted after an hour and half of cum controlling and edging him. He had been edged 60 times prior to dinner and another 100 times during our "main course" session. 

I felt his breathing becoming heavily but I refused to let him go slower. Muscle Boy's body gave in and shot out his semen. I stopped jerking him when his first shot of cum was ejected, refusing to give him the full orgasm. 

After his first ejection, Muscle Boy's dick was still begging for attention. I gave him a minute to rest before continuing the edging torture. 

All in all, he cum once (without really experiencing orgasm), leaked out his cum juice twice and numerous times of pre-cum flowing out during the two sessions that night. 

During our postmortem chat, Muscle Boy said that he didn't realize that he had shot his load, in fact he was even hornier than before. We agreed to end his trip with a sweet memory of a "dessert" session a week later. 

End note: Unfortunately, due to work commitments, he was unable to meet and I gave permission for him to jerk off on his own when he was back in Hong Kong.