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Gabriel
Four days of orgasm ban
Annoyed, I shook my head and concentrated on the work again. The first two days were okay. No … it was a horror.It was once again a weekend, and we were sitting nonstop together. If I just looked at Samantha, I could jump on her. Maybe there was something real when it was said that men only think with their cock.On Saturday, I even volunteered for shopping and cleaned the bathroom in the afternoon just to keep her out of my sight. I had to bring her to orgasm to her delight and my suffering twice a day.No ... we delete this sentence. I was allowed to; I really liked that. Touching my wife, smelling and tasting her increased a thousandfold if one was horny … I don't have to explain that to anyone. Sometimes I think back to the time when we were fresh together. I had to force her to let me lick her … in my charming way, of course. Through her previous relationships, she could never enjoy that, and I was sorry for that, for there was nothing better for me than to explore her beautiful body with my lips and tongue. To taste the pure juice of her pleasure, hear her reactions, and see how much she enjoyed that … when she stretched out to me with joy, her eyelids began to flicker, and gradually her entire body was covered with a slight blush.As I thought about it, I felt myself getting hard again. In the meantime, thanks to my mistress, I had an excellent grip on myself. Yet this pulsation and throbbing are sometimes almost painful if one can't get any relief. Day three and Misha pestered me at lunch by gently stroking my thigh, and of course, my cock immediately returned with interest."Stop that!" I hissed, slapping his hand away and heading for the restroom."What's going on?" He asked innocently, following me.I slipped into the stall. The door was reopened."Misha!"Slowly his hands moved over my upper body. After that, a bitter-evil look met him."Get out!""Come on. Just a bit. There's nobody here.""Noted and rejected!"That sucked out loud. My wife this beast; she probably had him incited to it."Better a living dog than a dead lion," I snapped and pushed Misha out the door again.Annoyed, exhaling, I dried my hands and watched my friend in the mirror, who stood behind me and imitated a cackling chicken."I'll stuff that down your throat if you don't stop now!"With a hiss, I tossed the crumpled paper towel to his head and left the door with a head shake. The pressure on my balls was enormous, and Jared couldn't resist asking if I had pubic lice as I grabbed my crotch several times."If I were a cold-blooded murderer, you'd be dead now!"I think my prostate was rock hard; at least I had the feeling that I could feel it. This pleasant tingling was almost unbearable. An itch that one couldn't scratch. That could drive a man mad. But ... I'd go through and prove it to everyone. That's what I decided to do, turning that statement into a question a few moments later. Then I thought of earlier times and wondered how I'd done it. Samantha and I were often separated, not just days or weeks, but for months.The temptation lurked everywhere ... After work, I went to my locker to get my jacket, and when I opened it, a scent cloud flew toward me. It was the perfume Sam sometimes used. I'd bought her because I'd fallen in love with the fragrance in the perfumery.
Oh, you're so mean!
Frustrated, I looked at my crotch, where something was stirring again, and tried to get space. And in thought, I planned my revenge after slamming the door and making my way home. If I thought of our games ... I don't know, but in Sam's place, I would've come by myself several times to these sights, and I admired her strong will. Was it generally easier for women in this regard?It came over me again on the couch, and I had to muster all my self-control to not give in to the natural urges. But my wife would've seen it at the tip of my nose, and then I could've made my will. Lustless, I switched the channels back and forth until it rang at the door. "Did you forget your key, honey?" I shouted while walking and opened the door, after that my mood changed abruptly. "Terrific, does Samantha send you?"Outside the door stood Jensen, and with a sigh and a following eye rolls, I turned back and went into the kitchen."Yeah, I'm glad to see you, too. But no, I wanted to discuss something about the shooting next week," the younger actor called after me and closed the door."Okay, let's go. I can use every distraction."Grunting, I got two beers from the fridge and put them on the table. Yeah, well, Jensen couldn't help my bad mood, so I tried to pull myself together again."I can imagine you're mega-horny.""You know about it?" I groaned and sat down next to him."Do you need a tissue, Snowflake?""Do you need a swift boot up your ass, troll?!"After Jensen had calmed down from his brief laugh, he nodded, saying Misha had told him about it."Suggestion. First, we do the work, and then you can pour out your heart."Grinning, he rummaged in his bag and put the script on the table. I'd like to have smashed his face in for that mocking tone. "I wouldn't have expected Samantha to have a good grip on you."When we were done, Jensen pushed the bottle to mine and stowed the notes again."And most of all, I wouldn't have believed you to be so submissive.""You make it sound pretty derogatory. I'll let you go through that statement since you're still a newbie in the milieu," I replied sarcastically. "I'll try to explain that to you ... submission is confused continuously with obedience and power with compulsion. I can obey without even the slightest submission, and Sam can undoubtedly force me to do something without having any power over me; that's the same thing at work. Or do you have the feeling that you're submitting to me?"When Jensen shook his head, I had to smirk. "As a man, you simply hafta function in our society; you mustn't show any weaknesses and always have everything under control. These are societal requirements. But no one can always be strong and disciplined and in control. Everyone wants to be weak once in a while. I love it when I can delegate responsibility and control to someone I trust. My wife needs to be in control of herself, me, and the situation at all times. Otherwise, there can be adverse physical and psychological consequences, or the relationship of trust is damaged by the inappropriate handling of a situation. It's a give-and-take process.I actually have the easier task because I just have to focus on myself and switch off.The most important thing is to talk, talk, talk. Samantha knows me, but no one can see inside others. Well, I don't have much to say in the sessions most of the time ..." I chuckled, "... but she has the necessary sensitivity and is always watching me closely, studying my every reaction to decide the next step. Of course, I can exceed my limits ... or she too. But behind every boundary, there is a new boundary, and that's the point. But I trust her, and she gives me the strength to follow her –– in a double sense.It's not the same every day. For example, when she blindfolds me, it's a different feeling from when I can see what she's doing … you know that. She showed me so much that I didn't know about my body that it can't be wrong when it feels right. She has taken me into a world of sensuality and ecstasy, aroused my desire, and I think it is in each of us –– in one way or another. There is no rose without a thorn, and if it gets too much for me, I can always stop with the safe word." After this detailed presentation, I first had to take a long gulp. Jensen listened attentively and tensely and nodded a few times as it just spilled out of me like a waterfall. It was easy for me to talk about it because I was a hundred percent behind this."Have you used it before?" Jensen asked, and I shook my head contentedly."I've often come to my limits and sometimes beyond, but it's never been necessary because she knows what she's doing and how far she can go. Sometimes I feel like Samantha always knows what's going on in me and how I feel –– though most of the time, I ain't allowed to say anything. That's why I can fully drop myself and give myself to my feelings. My head is free because I feel good, and it often seems she can feel what I feel –– you know her. I've never met a more emphatic, tender, and honest person than my wife.""Even if she ties you and whips you?""Yeah, even then, or maybe just then," I chuckled and took another sip. "With Samantha, I don't hafta pretend or hide anything, and when she tells me how proud she's of me, and I know that I made her happy, that's the greatest gift for me and makes me a stronger man.Of course, it can also happen that tears flow, or it ends in a fit of rage, or the game is canceled because it goes too far, which, thank heaven, has never happened before. But then she's there and catches me. Aftercare is essential to her and, of course, to me too. As I said, one of the most necessary things is talking to each other, and it's a game. And when it's over, it's over. Neither of us brings this into our relationship. After that, we're Samantha and Gabriel again, and nobody loses a word about what happened in the playroom. To separate this is the essential requirement. And we can have regular sex again."When Jensen looked puzzled at me at the last words, I laughed. "What?""When we play, we've never had sex, at least not directly. Sam isn't naked either, like me … but I don't mind. On the contrary ... it's about more than sex. That's a much higher emotional level.""And you also thank her for hurting you?"I nodded."Why?"I nodded because I'd often asked myself this question in the past."If she does that, then I deserve it. It doesn't happen for no reason –– admittedly, one or the other time, I provoke a bit. It's not as bad as you think, except for the cane; even that scares me. I know it's not easy for my wife either –– maybe even a lot harder. But to know that she does it for me, that she tries so hard to show me my mistakes and tries new things, should already answer the question of gratitude. Sometimes it's overcoming, but that's the attraction. And for every punishment, there's a reward, and it's just an impressive, satisfying, and exhilarating cycle. And Sam always has new ideas, which is admirable. She gives me affection and respect, and I'm proud and happy that I'm allowed to live it out with her, and it's so hot and awesome and fucking sexy when she is like that." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my wife standing in the doorway. I had no idea how long already, but when she came to me, pressed a kiss on my lips, and said that she loved me, I saw that she had wet eyes. That was one of the reasons why I loved her so much."And before you ask yourself, it's not a weakness when Gabriel submits to me, but an incredible strength to trust me so far, in those moments when we play, that he puts his life into my hands. I admire this strength when he shows weakness, allowing me to look deeper into him. That's why I'm so proud of him."Sam looked deep into my eyes, and I sighed pleasantly at these warm words."That didn't even come to my mind," Jensen laughed and winked at her. "What I've learned now has opened my eyes, and it's a fantastic thing. And to be honest, I'm a little bit jealous of you, or rather, of what you have. You're two such wonderful people, and you have a fucking strong bond. I'm proud and grateful to have you as my friend with benefits. You made it. Stay that way." My wife got three glasses of wine because that was a reason to toast."How did it all start?" Jensen asked curiously and looked at me."I've always enjoyed Samantha taking the initiative in bed, and after I read a lot about it on the internet, I just took her by surprise," I laughed and winked at her."Don't get it wrong, Jens," Sam intervened and pointed to the black door. "Outside this room, we meet at eye level. We're equal partners, and I enjoy it the same way when Gabe takes the lead. But yes, he took me by surprise, and it took me a few days to realize if I wanted that at all. For me, unthinkable at the time that my husband should kneel or thank me for it when I inflict pain on him. I've questioned it, and admittedly I still sometimes ask myself the question, but in the meantime, I've integrated myself very well into this role."I confirmed this statement with a firm nod and smiled, "We had great sex. We still have awesome sex. Only now that exciting, psychic component has come to it. On her side, the dominant sense of power and the certainty of being responsible for giving us both a pleasurable experience. On my side, willingness to surrender and to what she's planned for both of us ... without ignoring my desire. She can control my lust ... like in this current case.""A terrific feeling," Sam interrupted. "Two, three scarfs and already the familiar, and maybe a bit boring, lovemaking moves to an utterly different emotional level. It doesn't always have to be the whip, and it certainly doesn't have to be accompanied by pain or even humiliation.""BDSM is what you feel." "I know, and I'd like to try that too –– BDSM. Bu3t I ain't a devout guy."Jensen crossed his arms over his chest to make his point, making Samantha snort in amusement before looking at him intently."Oh, no? Actually, all men are born to serve. They just don't notice it because they're ruled by their cock, which is in our hands. You remember the game night when you first entered our playroom."Jensen nodded."I've blindfolded you and bound you, and you've submitted to me, or if you like the word better, you've allowed me to lead you and determine about you. That was the entrance to BDSM."The young man thought for a moment and took a sip of beer before asking something doubtfully:"But you didn't hurt me or hit me.""As I said. It's not necessarily about hurting the other person. Neither physically nor mentally. SM is just a tiny part of BDSM. Besides, you weren't guilty of anything –– so you deserved no punishment."Our stomachs growled, and the evening was far from over. My wife made us a bite to eat, and we talked on. Finally, it was also an exciting topic, and Jensen was curious and wanted to know everything."The right mix of pleasure and pain is the key, and my wife can do it perfectly." "The bomb is ticking."Jensen reached into his crotch with a big grin because this conversation was more than hot and had quite aroused him."Mine too ..."With a pitiful sigh, I rested my head on my hands and looked sideways at my wife."Well, you have to blame yourself for that."But I didn't get more than an encouraging patting on my shoulder."If you'd said something, I would've come to you. I love sex."Jensen gave me a mischievous look, and I shrugged helplessly."Can't you pick it up sooner?" I mumbled, looking at Sam with the saddest look I could muster. Usually, it helped, but there was only a head shake in response."What would you offer me instead?"I had to smile a bit because apparently, the curiosity won. So I thought ..."How about ten blows with the cane?"Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Jensen's eyes were getting bigger as the negotiations started."Too simple."Samantha shook her head again."How about …"Immediately, the younger man raised his hands defensively to his chest and laughed as he caught a stern look from her."How about if I just watch you?"I didn't give up, but my wife just shook her head again, and it didn't help when a please followed, and I tried once more with the sad puppy eyes."How about twenty, you can watch us, but with handcuffed hands," she replied. "Or I'll give you a relief by milking you."
Nice shit. Either I got beaten up and can't even jerk off, or she milks me, which is also anything but great
When I looked at my wife, it was clear I'd lost, no matter how I chose."I've been milked too. That's great."Jensen laughed and pointed his thumbs up, but Sam shook her head."With Gabe, that will be different; he has no orgasm and is probably as horny afterward as before. Only the pressure is gone. Do you know what, guys? I'm taking a quick shower now; think about it!"Samantha pressed a kiss on my cheek with these words and disappeared towards the bathroom. "No win-win situation for the little bearded man.""Will you stop grinning stupidly by yourself, or should I help you?!"Jensen got up and got himself a glass of water."Knucklehead," I mumbled, sticking my tongue out.
How can I dig myself out of the hole?
"Why don't you take the beating?!""I'm crazy, not stupid!"The missing thing was that Jensen watched when I got a beating. With the most dreaded instrument –– horror.He sat down again and turned the glass in his hand while staring at me with a slight grin. I also stared back –– annoyed."I still think ...!""Is there a decision?"Meanwhile, Sam was out of the bathroom and sat down to us, looked at me questioningly and penetrating, and so I told her with an eye-rolling my result."Um ... so ... you can milk me and then handcuff me, and I watch, and when I come then only because of your heavenly sight," I replied, wiggling confidently with the eyebrows."You'll put your pants back on after that, and if you cum, you'll wash them!"My wife was able to negotiate honestly well.Jensen was now half-open-mouthed, looking anxiously from one to the other."Oh, come on …!" I groaned morosely, but either I bought what she paid, or I'd run out empty. So I shook her hand. "Deal.""Can I have a quick shower too?"Sam nodded to Jensen, and when I got up and said I was leaving, she pulled me back by the arm, laughing."You go separate, or you'll come up with nonsense!" Naked as God had made me, I sat down on the gyn-chair, realizing that I hadn't been up here for some time."Not a bad sight," the younger man smirked while stroking my thighs.The docile student Jensen stood next to me so he could see everything … this tensioner. But I didn't care; I had no problem with that.With the tips of the middle and index finger, she knocked on my perineum … stimulated my prostate from the outside before two of her fingers slid into mine, filled with need easily accessible opening, and then groped further. That alone made me boil with arousal and loudly moan. And Jensen, this moron, even licked my sensitive nipples until my wife tapped his fingers.I closed my eyes and enjoyed this feeling. Of course, my cock straightened, and my wife flicked it with her fingers –– that's what she's been doing more often lately, which was mean.Then I thought of my time as a guinea pig. I was still, and I loved it. It took a few tries to get the proper technique out of it, resulting in some great and less great orgasms –– until I didn't have an orgasm, just a little relief.As shitty as it was, on the other hand, I was a bit proud of my wife because she really had me entirely in her hand –– sexually; she could control my desires and my needs. But this pace was too slow, and it drove me crazy. Impatiently my pelvis moved by itself and tried to take over the movements. And what had my wife done? She'd strapped me tight.As fantastic as this massage was initially, it became increasingly unpleasant with time. It took fifteen minutes, and I longed for the end. I was overwrought and heard myself whining and begging, but she didn't stop until the very last drop had run out of me –– crystal-clear liquid accumulated on my stomach, but no sperm. It was still well hidden in my throbbing balls, and they were almost bursting, and the worst part was that I was hornier than before. If anyone thought that was terrific, I would've to disappoint. It was humiliating and damn, and I was unhappy and frustrated."So nice and soft," Samantha smirked contentedly and pressed on my prostate. Then I was allowed to sit in the corner, my hands were tied behind my back, and I had to watch the two of them having fun.Sadly, Samantha and I didn't have that in common because I almost always had to be touched to come. I would've thought otherwise, and gradually, I realized that this was more of torture. I loved to watch Sam when she had fun with the other two. Granted, I was voyeuristic.But probably the difference was that I could do it myself in these situations whenever I wanted. And the second reason was perhaps that, in my opinion, I'd been on withdrawal too long. All in all, it was frustrating. Although my pants were wet with precum, the actual, hoped-for experience didn't occur.This sight made me horny. How I wanted to get up, push Jensen away from her, to make what I had thought in my fantasy. Or with both, it would've been fine too.My testosterone level had increased immeasurably, and I felt I had to go up the walls. On the other hand, I was also angry that I couldn't last for more than three days without sex. Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else.
Am I mistaken, or am I trembling? Can one die of blue balls?
Darkly, I remembered that Sam had only a laugh left when I asked her the question because that would seem to be a myth. At that moment, I thought she had no idea because my sensitive body parts were almost starting to ache, the pressure was back, and my cock jerked nervously, and no one released it from its prison. Restless, I shifted back and forth, but the other two were so caught up in their actions that they didn't even look at me. Annoyed, I grumbled, but I had to go through it now.
Like a car accident, you can't look away
After Jensen went home, we were in bed."Honey," I whimpered on her lips and wanted nothing more than that she had touched me. But the more she refused me, in her own unique way, the more inflamed another wish. Okay … caught ... admitted, not without an ulterior motive … but I was a man. No, not only ... I didn't just think about myself; it was still necessary to me that my wife was satisfied. And now I knew what it meant when it said that women were the stronger sex."May I pamper you?" I whispered, and she looked at me in surprise. I wanted to suck and lick her pheromones, dip my tongue into her wet cave, and taste all the delicious juice she gave me. Of course, Sam wasn't stupid, and I wondered how she made it see-through me repeatedly. I was driven only by my instincts, and it was terrible.
Yes, I'm cock-driven
My goddess was next to me, and I wasn't allowed to do what I so desperately wanted."That's lovely of you –– but no."My cock throbbed, and my throat escaped a trembling wail.
With a chastity belt, it definitely would be easier; it can't even get stiff
Startled, I opened my eyes at the thought.
I hope I didn't think too loud!
"Tomorrow evening," my wife whispered and stroked my cheek, smiling. "I know it's hard, but you'll do it … because you'll do it for me."With that, she'd put me in a quandary again, but she was right. Of course, I'd do it for her. I'd do everything for my wife. And I was too ashamed to tell her I couldn't stand it anymore."I love you," she said, kissing me briefly and turning to the other side.Also, I was grateful that she didn't wrap her hot body around me."I love you too," I replied, but I couldn't sleep and lay awake for a long time. My arousal didn't pause, and so I made a decision. Silently, I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. Then I held the towel under the water jet and took another deep breath.I had to dampen the wail with the back of my hand as the cold towel wrapped around my cock, but it immediately unfolded its effect and collapsed.Samantha turned to me and snuggled tight against me when I'd made myself comfortable in bed again. Feeling her was the most critical thing in the world for me, and the words she whispered in my ear made me fall asleep happily."I'm proud of you!" ** In the next chapter …Misha and Jensen wanted to see what was going on behind the black door