I had been busy with work, leading to my Gmail inbox and Recon being flooded with emails and requests. With work on my mind, I lost my mood to meet up with anyone (especially anybody new), but this particular request stood out - it was a message from a college boy begging me to edge him as he had not cum for 60 days.
In his own words, "Do you know how many days I have not cummed already? Have I told you that I have been on an abstinence challenge? Because I heard that refraining from masturbation may help to trigger wet dreams which I really want to experience. But it seems like even after almost 60 days, the feeling of getting a wet dream is not happening."
Before our meet up, I instructed him to trim his pubes and shave his armpits to prepare him for the session. It was his first kinky experience and one I bet he would never forget.
He texted me that afternoon, "Following your order, I've shaved my pubes, butt, armpits and torso. I feel so humiliated. I look like a boy who hasn't been through puberty yet. My cock is even more out of control - like a teenager who has just gained the ability to erect; it's erecting for no apparent reason. When I walk, my butt cheeks rub against each other more tightly because of the lack of hair, same for the underarms. The sensation by itself is enough to trigger an erection without thinking or trying to be horny. What have you done to me man? I've never felt less like a man before. This makes me feel like a slut. And feel worthless, like I don't deserve to be a man. I feel fucking naked! My cock is hard when I don't want it to. And my entire body suddenly feels so much more sensitive to touch."
My initial plan for that Monday's cum training was to play a game:
First, get him to pick a slip of paper. The paper are numbered 1, 2, or 3. Drawing the number 1 means him gets to cum after 1 hour of edging, so on for number 2 and 3. But the catch is that he is not allowed to beg for me to let him cum before the time is up. Everytime he begs, I'll add 10 more minutes to his torture. And I'll not reveal to him But what number he has chosen.
I added extra rules that every time when he is close to cumming, he has to let me know. If he cums before the time is up or before permission is given, he will be punished severely. He will then have to draw another slip from the 'punishment box'. The punishments can range from having his cock lock up in chastity cage for one month, to doing naked jumping jacks at the stairwell, or running topless in tights shorts without undies, or even continuous nipple teasing until he learns to autocum hands free without touching his cock.
Reading my text to him made him even more horny. "If you're going to give me a ruined orgasm, I'll probably go crazy. I will probably be staring helplessly as my cock flailing against my will, with my precious cum from 60 days of abstinence flowing out but no orgasmic feeling after denying myself for 60 days. I wait so long to have this one great orgasm and ejaculation, but only to have it destroyed by your sadistic fetish for subduing me and letting me know you have full control over me and I can do nothing about it... watching in desperation trying to hold it in, but my dick will just keep spurting out my man juice. I would probably tear up realizing how worthless a slut I am - not being in control of my wishes as the 60days of hard work go down the drain, or rather, trickling down my throbbing cock and swollen balls as my body doesn't obey my mind. I will tell myself to stop it, but the white warm liquid won't stop flowing. Soon I will become soft again. And that's how I want my 60-day wait for an orgasm to be ruined."
Being innocent and young, he even gave me the secret to his body anatomy, "Last time my friend stroke my right inner thigh and I got a boner straightaway." So I used this tip during the foreplay to get him a hardon.
That evening, he reported as ordered, in a white long sleeves shirt, black slacks and matching black tie. He looked actually like who he is - a college boy trying to look like a working professional. All in all, I edged him for close to 3 hours.
Starting with him standing against the wall, I slowly teased and stripped of his executive dressing. His cock was super hard and a patch of precum stain had formed on his black swim trunks after I was done playing with his nipples. I rubbed his dick slowly against the spandex material of his swimwear. It felt as if I was holding a time-bomb, if I wasn't careful the bomb would explode and waves of cum juice would covered the floor.
I had him sit on a chair and locked his wrists behind his back. Adding a bow tie on his neck, he looked like a male stripper in his complementing black swimwear. When I finally pulled down his black swim trunks, his cock sprung out with precum leaking out at a constant rate. I had to edge him very slowly so as to prolong the cum training.
Halfway through the training, he could not hold back anymore. His cock kept tweaking. I stopped stroking his dick but a short stream of cum juice was already dipping down his shaft. I allowed the liquid to reach his balls before wiping it.
After forcing a ruined orgasm out from him, I allowed his cock to cool off for five minutes before resuming the sadistic edging. Though I didn't intend for him to cum so quickly, it didn't take long before I edged him to the climax. Not being in control of his own sexual organs is frustrating. Eventually, his own prophecy was fulfill. He watched helpless as waves after waves of cum juice shot out of his horny cock, and he kept on cumming even after the feeling of orgasm was over. His dick throbbed so much until his balls felt painful as the last few drops of cum juice were forced out of his body. Immediately, he collapsed, being extremely exhausted after the epic orgasm.
The story didn't end here. One month later, this college boy was feeling horny again. This time he was busy with his readings and had not cum for two weeks. I was feeling horny too, since the last time I played was a month ago.
We agreed to meet up at a commercial office building nearby his place, where I used to work. We weaved through the dark staircase and stationed ourselves at the fifth floor. It was a warm night and there was no air-conditioning by the staircase. We were both perspiring profusely after climbing up to the fifth floor.
I got him to stand by the moonlight so I could see his lean toned body in the compression tights. The spandex top and shorts wrapped his body like a second skin and I could clearly see his defined chest and flat stomach.
After locking his wrist behind his back, I leaned against the wall and told him against me. My hands quickly ran around his body, pinching his nipples and stroking his hard cock against the lycra material of his compression shorts.
Pouring a generous amount of lube onto my palms, I pulled down his shorts to massage his rock-hard cock focusing on the sensitive cock head. As the pace of my stroking increased, his breathing was also getting heavily. Despite warning me that he was cumming, I continued to stroke his shaft. He fought hard to control and contain his cum but his dick began to ejaculate his boy juice all over the cement floor.
We were both disappointed that the cum training ended so abruptly that night. So after a long break, I asked if he was still in the mood for more. Sitting on the stairs, I started to masturbate my own cock. Soon I was grabbing both our dicks and jerking off. As blood began to rush down to his manhood, I wrapped my arm around his back and reached for his nipples. Pinching and twisting his boy tits, I was jerking his cock and ordered him to stroke my dick.
As I rubbed my nose against his neck, I could hear him moaning softly and warning me to slow down. Suddenly him grabbed my wrist and told me to stop stroking. Against his request, I grabbed his cock and stroked it even faster until he released a second load that evening. Soon after, I masturbated till I shot my cum all over the floor.