"You have absolutely no control boy," Sir stated disapprovingly as he walked around my kneeling form. "Incapable of following the simplest of orders maybe you're not undisciplined, just stupid," he continued.
His disappointment was a palpable energy that radiated from his entire body, and I could feel it like a sick heat. I wanted to turn back the clock and reverse my actions. My mind wandered momentarily to try and escape the guilt I was now swimming in.
He had given me very clear instructions that I was not to play with my cock for an entire week prior to returning to his playroom. I was completely willing and ready to follow his orders and live in self enforced chastity for seven days leading up to my next visit. I also knew that in the two weeks preceding the start of the period of cum restriction that I was free to enjoy orgasm as often as I desired.
Three days into the week I was going along fine with a minimal level of frustration when I decided to torment myself a bit. First thing in the morning, I read a couple of fuck stories to get my dick hard and straining against my jeans, then pulled it out and stroked it slowly to just before what I thought was the point of no return. I stopped, took a deep breath and zipped my pants up. Throughout that day I noticed my frustration level rise a lot higher, and decided to continue the torture the next day. And so it went, until the morning of the Friday I was to report back to Sir's place. When I was jacking off, I tried to stop at that point just before I couldn't stop myself, but a week's worth of cum is clearly more powerful than the flood forces kept back by the Hoover Dam. I came. Such waves of pleasure washed over me as my own dam burst, and I lay in my bed covered in cum from my thigh clear all the way up to the left side of my chin. I immediately began to feel ashamed for not following orders.
That feeling had now grown to the point where I wanted to shrink into a corner for disobeying him. I wanted to feel his hand patting the back of my head praising me for a job well done. I didn't want this this disgusting feeling that I had displeased him.
"Please punish me Sir," I sobbed in a pathetic attempt to show my true remorse.
"Kneel up straight, you cunt!" he barked, "on top of being a stupid fuck are you trying to show me that you are a lazy pig too?"
I felt so little that if I reached up, I could not touch the belly of an ant. I wanted to weep at his feet and beg forgiveness but was trying to maintain my kneeling position naked with hands laced behind my head.
"You don't need to beg me to punish you boy," he said as he grabbed my face with one gloved hand forcing my lips to push out and my cheeks to press painfully into my teeth. His grip quickly softened as his hand opened and caressed the side of my face. "I know you feel like crap," he added, as into his open palm I pressed my head thinking that forgiveness was soon to be delivered. "But, that's exactly how poorly behaved slaves should feel," he concluded and firmly tapped my face three times.
"In the mean time we need to do something about your lack of control, so lay down flat on your back now," he stated in a detached manner that led me to think this was going to be the punishment.
I dreaded it because I had never been punished by him before, but looked forward to it as it would surely mean the return of our prior relation before my fuck-up. I felt like I had killed him, and thought I could endure anything to bring him back. I would welcome painful kicks to my balls or the flogger against my hard cock if it would eliminate his scorn toward me. I lay breathing heavily, my body a waiting sponge to absorb the pain and anguish that would be rained down upon my flesh in the coming moments.
"Stroke your cock boy," he said calmly.
"What?" I thought.
"Stroke your cock," he repeated as if to read my mind.
I started to speak, "Sir "
"Just do what I tell you to boy. Fuck! You need to learn to just obey without trying to understand things first leave the understanding to me," he interjected in a tone that I could not ignore and quickly grabbed my cock and began to slowly stroke it. "Good, don't stop," he said then quietly watched me jack for a few minutes, sat down on a stool right next to me and lit up a cigar. As he puffed, he just smiled and rubbed his own leather-covered crotch.
"I am going to give you an ultimatum boy," he began, "you can leave now and we never see each other again, or you can stay but if you stay, we're gonna kick your training up a couple of notches, so be damn sure when you decide."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't possibly leave. How could he think that I would choose that option. "Take a minute boy," he added.
I didn't need a minute.
"So... what's it gonna be pig?"
"Please let me stay SIR," I blurted out.
"Sure?"
"Oh please Sir, please let me stay Sir, and continue training me SIR" I said almost weeping at the thought of losing him.
"Keep stroking pig!"
"Sorry SIR"
"Shut-up while I consider whether or not I accept your answer," he barked.
I prayed he would as I continued to stroke.
"If I were to accept your answer, you would have to know that if you ever cum again without permission, that it would mean an immediate end to your training"
"I won't SIR please SIR let me stay SIR"
"Say it pig"
"I will not ever cum again without permission SIR"
"Without who's permission?"
"I will not ever cum again without your permission SIR," I pleaded realizing that my orgasm was now approaching.
"Damn fucking right you won't boy," he said as he grabbed my balls.
"Please Sir, may I cum SIR?" I begged.
"If you want to leave you can," he said mockingly.
"Oh God please Sir let me stop stroking my cock then SIR"
"Don't you dare or I'll pull you balls right off with my bare hands and stuff them up your ass pig," he growled.
"Please SIR Please..." I moaned unable to know what to do.
"Please what boy? Please stop this torture?"
"Yes Sir please stop this torture SIR!"
"Why because you have absolutely no ability to control your own orgasm?"
"Yes SIR YES SIR" I moaned as I clamped down trying to hold off from cumming.
"You have absolutely no ability to control your own orgasm and need someone else to take control of your disobedient cock and balls RIGHT?" he repeated smiling as he obviously was enjoying my agony.
"RIGHT Sir oh Yes SIR please SIR" I grunted.
"Say it cunt"
"I have absolutely... no ability.. GOD!... oh please... to control my own orgasm and need someone else to take control... oh fuck... of my disobedient cock and balls SIR!" I sputtered out as my mind teetered on the edge of sanity.
"WHO?"
"Oh GOD YOU SIR YOU SIR YOU SIR!!" I screamed.
"Hands off that boy cock NOW!" he snapped and tightened his grip on my balls. My hand flew away and my whole body shuddered as I felt my orgasm subside.
"On your knees-- hands behind your back-- mouth open," he ordered as he released my balls and quickly freed his own cock which was just as quickly put in my waiting mouth.
"You swallow my seed and don't spill a fucking drop you pig!" he ordered as he pushed his cock into my throat and began cumming. After his orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me clean his cock off.
"Open your mouth," he ordered and then spat in my mouth, "hold it don't swallow yet," he said as he put away his cock and refastened his pants. "Ok pig get dressed we have a ride to take"
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