“Nnnnnghhh Sir~” he whines, wiggling around the bed like a puppy. I can still hear the faint whine of the vibrator over his complaining.
“Yes?” I ask, looking up from my phone.
“It’s…it’s too much. I….ahh!”
I lick my lips and watch as he rides out a dry orgasm. He undulates his back and tries to press his locked cock into the sheets, but he can’t get relief nor friction. He’s even more breathless than before. Another frustrated cry passes his lips.
“Feels good boy?”
“I need to cum..oh please unlock me…it hurts, I’m so swollen in my cage…” There’s a growing wet spot of pre-cum in his underwear.
“No boy, you brought this on yourself. You were the one with the issue of cumming early during sex and losing interest, and it was you that came to me for help. I’m reprogramming you to associate pleasure with your pussy now, not the distracting flesh between your legs.”
He whimpers some more, unable to express himself properly, “I want to touch it so badly, one stroke and I’ll cum…at least my balls, please let me touch my balls, just one squeeze…please…”
I look at him. Well that might be a request I can honor. I set my phone down and crawl over to where his ass up in the air. After sliding my hands over the globes of his ass for a moment, I reach between his legs and palm his full balls through the fabric before giving them one hard tug.
The mewling noise he makes sets my cock throbbing. I can smell his pheromones and pre-cum from here. I remind myself that a good Sir though puts his boy’s needs before his own. I sigh and pull away and reach for the remote. With a tiny adjustment, he’s back to begging for release and gasping at the sensations relentlessly hitting his prostate.
“I’m going to go run an errand and pick-up lunch. If you are good, I’ll fuck you when I get back. Replace that piece of plastic with a real cock. Would you like that?”
“Oh god yes, please fuck me I need your cock, just fuck me, I need to cum…”
I swat him on the ass, “You’ll cum for me, with me, right boy?”
He gasps and shudders as another dry orgasm ripples through, feral noises spilling from his throat.
“That’s what I thought.” I put my phone in my pocket and go to run my errands.
