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I started denying myself orgasms as a kink. I found that when I got super busy, and didn't have time to jack off for a few days, my next orgasm was always intense. Not only did it feel great but I would produce a ton of sperm, sometimes squirting all over my face and chest, and I could go again almost immediately. If I could wait as long as possible, I would then go on a couple days bender jacking off almost non stop.
I found eager helpers from time to time, mostly gay men, who loved taking my huge loads after my terms of abstinence. I would stop masterbating for a week or so, take a trip to the ABS on a Saturday afternoon and cum five or six times over about three hours. I would invite men into my booth or play through the gloryhole, and suck them for a few minutes to get horny, then stand up and let them suck my rock hard dick. Every first cum was always the best and the men who didn't know me were so cute trying to swallow it all. They would handle the first big shot and maybe the second, but after that the flood of sperm would inevitability start flowing out the sides of their mouths, start the gagging, or, in the case of a few inexperienced guys, make them release my cock, which was much worse unless they wanted to be completely showered in cum before leaving the ABS.
So it was a lot of fun for me, and it was a big hit for others. My only problem was that I could only stop jerking for about a week or so before I had to cum. I played around with the idea of weaning myself slowly, as in, abstain for a week, then a week and a day, then a week and a half, eventually making it to two weeks. The solo orgy I had after that landmark was epic. I loaded up on poppers, weed and lube, and fucked myself silly. I came seven times that day, using cum as lube for toys I jacked with and on dildos I used on my mouth and ass.
My new kink was making me fucking fall in love with my own cum.
After that though, I only waited three days before making myself cum again. I think constantly remembering my recent marathon jerk session drove me crazy, but the resulting orgasm was disappointing. I felt like I could really have fun with this if I could just wait longer than two weeks.
One time during an encounter at the ABS, a total sissy bottom heard about my unique ability and wanted to make me cum. We started out rubbing eachothers dicks through our pants while making out but when I took his cock out first, following my usual routine, he had some sort of device on his dick, sort of like a cage. I asked him about it and was a little bummed because I wanted to taste dick first. He told me he had a boyfriend that only let him cum anally. I thought that was crazy but I was intrigued by the concept. It was called a chastity cage and I was so eager to get one that I hurriedly blew an ok sized load on my informative faggot friend and left the booths to go to the store side of the ABS to pick one up.
I came to find that while this little ABS was fun to hook up in, the store wasn't the best. They did have a chastity device that suited my needs, but it wasn't really foolproof, and forget about asking for help looking. The sleeze ball that worked the counter just concerned himself with selling condoms, poppers and lube to patrons and not much else, which is why it was a great place to hook up.
The only problem with my new toy was the fact that it still required self control. It didn't actually have a lock but it turned me on to wear it to remind myself why I was waiting. It was like I was still in control but now I had a hot little dick ornament to commemorate it. It had straps that pulled tight so it mostly prevented a hard on, but sometimes while wearing it, I would get a little crazy humping into it so that I could almost bring myself off. It became tough to handle because when I got to that point, cock trying to burst it's way out, precum dribbling everywhere, legs in the air, dildo in my ass, all I would need to do is unsnap two straps and cum like a fountain. The temptation got to be too much. While I had managed to abstain for almost three weeks a couple times, and had amazing gusher cumshot orgies immediately afterwards, I could see that I needed a better cage.
I knew about a BDSM store that was so legit, it didn't even have video booths or anything sketchy going on. Sure, there were hook ups between people who hung out there, but that was mostly advanced swingers and hardcore bondage hook ups, neither of which usually interested me. Of course they had exactly what I needed and the punky cute sales girl actually helped me out. She took several out of their packages and showed me how they worked. Once she got the idea that I wasn't looking for the type that cause discomfort during erection, with backward facing spikes and so forth, and I wasn't concerned about aesthetics, no leather, no slick material, although I almost fell in love with a satin deal but it wasn't much more than a ball bag, we found the perfect one. It had three different sized rings for the balls, the base and the head. When locked securely the rings were so close together that the penis cannot fully extend. After you put it on, you can even crank the lock to make it tighter. It came with two keys and get this, they made me sign a waiver stating that I was given two keys and if I got myself stuck in it I couldn't sue. I was so amused by that but it proved to me that it was probably foolproof.
The punky girl that helped me out implied when we were completing the sale that she would like to help me try it on in private. As stupid as it sounds I politely turned her down. I was so focused on exploring my newfound obsession that I turned down what I'm sure would've been a crazy time with a hot little spinner. I made up the excuse that my master wouldn't allow me without permission and when she smiled and said she understood the look in her eye showed some disappointment.
I threw the extra key in the sewer grate in the parking lot. I never wanted to second guess myself.
At first it was pretty tame. I would put the key in an old junk drawer and stay locked up for a week or two and then ceremoniously go get the key and then jerk myself silly. I played with putting it in more difficult places and trying to forget where I left it but after a proper amount of time I always unlocked my dick. I got really drunk once at home and hid the key but I was so pissed when I found it accidentally after only a week.
I left it in a storage locker at an airport 900 miles away. It was almost four full weeks before I broke.
I drove cross country for nineteen hours straight, grabbed the key, and went straight to the airport restroom and had a fifteen minute long orgasm. I mean like my cock shot sperm into the toilet non stop for fifteen minutes! I tried my best to be quiet but at one point some guy asked me if I was ok in there and I just moaned oh yeah.
I went from there straight to a hotel, checked in and beat off for eight hours before I passed out. I came too after check out so I stayed another night and just kept going. I lost track of how many times I came. I returned home totally drained and satisfied only to find out they charged my credit card $500 for destroying all the bedding with cum. Try to fight the credit card company on that one.
I swallowed my key on numerous occasions but of course that only guaranteed a day or two. I wasn't as freaked out as you'd think by having to retrieve it out of the toilet. That actually became part of my kink. Asking myself just how far I would be willing to go to unlock my dick. I got a little worried when I swallowed the key, expelled it, and saved the resulting mess in a container in the fridge for another two weeks until I felt it was long enough to really be repulsive. I also flushed the key and waited for almost a month before fishing it out of the trap in my basement. That was a dirty job.
The next phase of my little hobby led to me locking my cock up, stuffing the key up my ass, and keeping it up there with a butt plug until needed. When I felt strong enough, I would remove the plug, relieve myself, retrieve the key, clean it, and reinsert it, all without unlocking myself. I could continue for so long in this way that I could achieve spontaneous orgasm without an erection while locked up. I kept this up for six months without ever unlocking once but I actually came twice in that time. Even though it was contrary to the point of the whole thing they were fun orgasms and took very little help on my part. One took place when I leaned over the running washing machine on accident and ended up soaking the pants I had on, adding to the dirty clothes. The second one I achieved anally, when I got carried away putting a larger plug in after I put my key back in once.
When I finally gave myself a break after six months, my cock was cumming all by itself before I could even get unlocked. When I achieved a full erection it was purple and painful but it was also the biggest I've ever seen my dick get. I continued to cum spontaneously and when I finally went to bed, I woke to a huge puddle of cum next to myself in bed. When I finally touched it the next day, my cock came on the third stroke. I wasn't trying to induce premature ejaculation, but it sure looks like it. I pretty much stopped using sex toys other than anally. I just stopped needing any more stimulation. I could almost cum whenever I wanted, locked or unlocked with or without anal play. All I needed to do was watch porn for a minute or concentrate on a hot memory and fuck there it goes again.
Eventually I got a friend to help me, stay tuned for part 2.
I found eager helpers from time to time, mostly gay men, who loved taking my huge loads after my terms of abstinence. I would stop masterbating for a week or so, take a trip to the ABS on a Saturday afternoon and cum five or six times over about three hours. I would invite men into my booth or play through the gloryhole, and suck them for a few minutes to get horny, then stand up and let them suck my rock hard dick. Every first cum was always the best and the men who didn't know me were so cute trying to swallow it all. They would handle the first big shot and maybe the second, but after that the flood of sperm would inevitability start flowing out the sides of their mouths, start the gagging, or, in the case of a few inexperienced guys, make them release my cock, which was much worse unless they wanted to be completely showered in cum before leaving the ABS.
So it was a lot of fun for me, and it was a big hit for others. My only problem was that I could only stop jerking for about a week or so before I had to cum. I played around with the idea of weaning myself slowly, as in, abstain for a week, then a week and a day, then a week and a half, eventually making it to two weeks. The solo orgy I had after that landmark was epic. I loaded up on poppers, weed and lube, and fucked myself silly. I came seven times that day, using cum as lube for toys I jacked with and on dildos I used on my mouth and ass.
My new kink was making me fucking fall in love with my own cum.
After that though, I only waited three days before making myself cum again. I think constantly remembering my recent marathon jerk session drove me crazy, but the resulting orgasm was disappointing. I felt like I could really have fun with this if I could just wait longer than two weeks.
One time during an encounter at the ABS, a total sissy bottom heard about my unique ability and wanted to make me cum. We started out rubbing eachothers dicks through our pants while making out but when I took his cock out first, following my usual routine, he had some sort of device on his dick, sort of like a cage. I asked him about it and was a little bummed because I wanted to taste dick first. He told me he had a boyfriend that only let him cum anally. I thought that was crazy but I was intrigued by the concept. It was called a chastity cage and I was so eager to get one that I hurriedly blew an ok sized load on my informative faggot friend and left the booths to go to the store side of the ABS to pick one up.
I came to find that while this little ABS was fun to hook up in, the store wasn't the best. They did have a chastity device that suited my needs, but it wasn't really foolproof, and forget about asking for help looking. The sleeze ball that worked the counter just concerned himself with selling condoms, poppers and lube to patrons and not much else, which is why it was a great place to hook up.
The only problem with my new toy was the fact that it still required self control. It didn't actually have a lock but it turned me on to wear it to remind myself why I was waiting. It was like I was still in control but now I had a hot little dick ornament to commemorate it. It had straps that pulled tight so it mostly prevented a hard on, but sometimes while wearing it, I would get a little crazy humping into it so that I could almost bring myself off. It became tough to handle because when I got to that point, cock trying to burst it's way out, precum dribbling everywhere, legs in the air, dildo in my ass, all I would need to do is unsnap two straps and cum like a fountain. The temptation got to be too much. While I had managed to abstain for almost three weeks a couple times, and had amazing gusher cumshot orgies immediately afterwards, I could see that I needed a better cage.
I knew about a BDSM store that was so legit, it didn't even have video booths or anything sketchy going on. Sure, there were hook ups between people who hung out there, but that was mostly advanced swingers and hardcore bondage hook ups, neither of which usually interested me. Of course they had exactly what I needed and the punky cute sales girl actually helped me out. She took several out of their packages and showed me how they worked. Once she got the idea that I wasn't looking for the type that cause discomfort during erection, with backward facing spikes and so forth, and I wasn't concerned about aesthetics, no leather, no slick material, although I almost fell in love with a satin deal but it wasn't much more than a ball bag, we found the perfect one. It had three different sized rings for the balls, the base and the head. When locked securely the rings were so close together that the penis cannot fully extend. After you put it on, you can even crank the lock to make it tighter. It came with two keys and get this, they made me sign a waiver stating that I was given two keys and if I got myself stuck in it I couldn't sue. I was so amused by that but it proved to me that it was probably foolproof.
The punky girl that helped me out implied when we were completing the sale that she would like to help me try it on in private. As stupid as it sounds I politely turned her down. I was so focused on exploring my newfound obsession that I turned down what I'm sure would've been a crazy time with a hot little spinner. I made up the excuse that my master wouldn't allow me without permission and when she smiled and said she understood the look in her eye showed some disappointment.
I threw the extra key in the sewer grate in the parking lot. I never wanted to second guess myself.
At first it was pretty tame. I would put the key in an old junk drawer and stay locked up for a week or two and then ceremoniously go get the key and then jerk myself silly. I played with putting it in more difficult places and trying to forget where I left it but after a proper amount of time I always unlocked my dick. I got really drunk once at home and hid the key but I was so pissed when I found it accidentally after only a week.
I left it in a storage locker at an airport 900 miles away. It was almost four full weeks before I broke.
I drove cross country for nineteen hours straight, grabbed the key, and went straight to the airport restroom and had a fifteen minute long orgasm. I mean like my cock shot sperm into the toilet non stop for fifteen minutes! I tried my best to be quiet but at one point some guy asked me if I was ok in there and I just moaned oh yeah.
I went from there straight to a hotel, checked in and beat off for eight hours before I passed out. I came too after check out so I stayed another night and just kept going. I lost track of how many times I came. I returned home totally drained and satisfied only to find out they charged my credit card $500 for destroying all the bedding with cum. Try to fight the credit card company on that one.
I swallowed my key on numerous occasions but of course that only guaranteed a day or two. I wasn't as freaked out as you'd think by having to retrieve it out of the toilet. That actually became part of my kink. Asking myself just how far I would be willing to go to unlock my dick. I got a little worried when I swallowed the key, expelled it, and saved the resulting mess in a container in the fridge for another two weeks until I felt it was long enough to really be repulsive. I also flushed the key and waited for almost a month before fishing it out of the trap in my basement. That was a dirty job.
The next phase of my little hobby led to me locking my cock up, stuffing the key up my ass, and keeping it up there with a butt plug until needed. When I felt strong enough, I would remove the plug, relieve myself, retrieve the key, clean it, and reinsert it, all without unlocking myself. I could continue for so long in this way that I could achieve spontaneous orgasm without an erection while locked up. I kept this up for six months without ever unlocking once but I actually came twice in that time. Even though it was contrary to the point of the whole thing they were fun orgasms and took very little help on my part. One took place when I leaned over the running washing machine on accident and ended up soaking the pants I had on, adding to the dirty clothes. The second one I achieved anally, when I got carried away putting a larger plug in after I put my key back in once.
When I finally gave myself a break after six months, my cock was cumming all by itself before I could even get unlocked. When I achieved a full erection it was purple and painful but it was also the biggest I've ever seen my dick get. I continued to cum spontaneously and when I finally went to bed, I woke to a huge puddle of cum next to myself in bed. When I finally touched it the next day, my cock came on the third stroke. I wasn't trying to induce premature ejaculation, but it sure looks like it. I pretty much stopped using sex toys other than anally. I just stopped needing any more stimulation. I could almost cum whenever I wanted, locked or unlocked with or without anal play. All I needed to do was watch porn for a minute or concentrate on a hot memory and fuck there it goes again.
Eventually I got a friend to help me, stay tuned for part 2.
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