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I could see that Andrew was very excited as I let him into the apartment.
"Thanks for letting me come over," he said, smiling shyly.
"No problem!" I replied, as I shut the door. "In fact, I was thinking earlier today that it was getting pretty close for you to have an orgasm; and I was going to text you, but you beat me to it!" I smiled at that. Normally, I wouldn't have been that sympathetic to that; after all, Andrew had made a solemn vow of obedience to me, and turning over to me ALL decision-making authority over when, and especially how often, he was allowed to have an orgasm; but the younger man had pleased me with his apparent sincerity in that regard!
Our so-called 'relationship' had begun three months earlier (the events that led to it are far too complicated, and convoluted, to go into here), and ever since he had made his pledge of orgasmic fidelity to me, he had carried it out with unfailing dedication!
I turned and led the way back to my spare bedroom, where I had created the 'sacred space', as I called it, where I ceremoniously 'drained' the balls of various other young men like Andrew who I also now had under my authority!
I had painted the walls a dark, almost brick-red color, and the only lighting that existed came from a set of six candles set in a fancy antique candelabra I had picked up one day at a small antique store.
The candelabra sat on an dark walnut and marble Victorian side table, that I had also found and bought at another antique store. On top of the marble table top I had place a square piece of purple-colored velvet cloth, with each corner pointing towards the four sides of the table, instead of it's edges running parallel to table's edges. I
To me it created a nicer design effect that way. Then, on top of the velvet fabric I placed a rather large, and flat, oval-shaped black glazed platter, of the sort that one might serve a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. The entire set-up was up against one of the rooms walls, on which I had hung a large framed mirror. The over all effect, for me at least, was one of mystery, solemnity, and yet unmistakably exciting because of that! My young slaves seemed to feel the way.
Once Andrew and I were in the 'sacred space', I had him completely undress. Then, once he was, I directed him to approach me where I stood by the 'draining altar' as I thought of the table-candelabra-platter arraignment. I could clearly sense his excitement, and the long anticipation that had followed nearly an entire month of chastity! Andrew had a rather small penis (measuring somewhere around 4, to perhaps a little bit more than four inches,but certainly no more than that). But it was clear he was very excited, because even with such a small penis, it jutted out as stiffly as it was possible for it to do! There was even a small droplet of pre-cum starting to show, and as he stood there with me, the candle light make it sparkle and glimmer.
He was very eager to come, but I wasn't quite as eager as he to see that occur just yet! Instead, I reached out my left hand and cupped Andrew's balls, and held them like that for several moment, and lightly squeezed them. I smiled into his face.
"You have done very well, Andrew," I said, both of us looking one another in the eye.
"It's been difficult, though," he said, in a confessional tone of voice.
I smiled at that. "But, you did it! Didn't you? You dedicated yourself to it completely, and you did succeeded. I am very pleased with that, Andrew. Very pleased."
"I glad!" He said, and I felt his penis stiffen as we spoke.
"The 'difficulty' you mention, is all part of your vow of submission and obedience to me, though," I said, and now, instead of just fondling Andrew's balls, I also began to stroke his cock; and, as I did, I felt my fingers getting wet and slippery from his increasing flow of pre-cum.
"Oh---god," Andrew said, reacting excitedly to my treatment of him.
"Feels good?" I asked, grinning, knowing perfectly well that it did; but I just liked hearing his answer!
"Oh, god yes! It feels SO GOOD!" He replied.
I knew he needed to come, and had needed to even before he'd come over, but I wanted him to 'suffer' (if that was the right word) for it just a little bit longer! So, I continued to squeeze his balls in one hand, and to teasingly stroke his small, but firm cock, in the other. But I was carefully watching his reactions as I did. I wanted him to come, but not through inattention on my part! That would spoil the whole effect I had spent so much time and thought into creating the 'sacred space!'
So, to make sure that I didn't 'accidently' make him come before our little ritual libation came to it's inevitable end, I stopped stroking his cock; and I stopped just in time!
"Oh my!" I said, as we both looked down at his cock as it twitched and jerked up and down; frustrated at having almost ejaculated, but not quite! I couldn't help but smile as I watched this reaction! "You ALMOST came, Andrew!"
"That was so close!" He said, agreeing.
We looked into one another's eyes again at that point, and his expression excited me very much!
"I think it's time you made your offering," I said. "Don't you?"
"Oh yes!" He said immediately. "Please may I?"
I had him step closer to the table where the candelabra and it's shiny black dish sat glimmering in the warm, yellow glow of the candles, waiting for that moment where Andrew's long pent-up load of sperm was just seconds, and a few strokes of my hand, away from erupting out in it's glorious rush to escape it's long and deliberate confinement!
"I want you to come for me now, Andrew," I said, as I began to stroke his cock suddenly faster than I had been doing earlier. "Okay? It's time for that wonderful reward you've worked so very hard to earn!"
We were both watching as my hand worked and worked his small, but still quite firm, cock; and, within only a matter of a few more pulse-pounding seconds, Andrew suddenly groaned out loudly, and, at the very same moment, I felt his cock stiffen, and his balls tightening up, as the first spurt of his sperm came blasting out! Then another, and then another, and another, and on it kept going for what I counted as ten, individual(!) spurts; and they all ended up on the shiny black platter; and truly looking very much like someone had melted a handful of pearls, and then s**ttered them, still warm, and contrasting sharply, with the blackness of the platter!
"Oh--GOD!" Andrew exclaimed as I slowly stopped stroking his cock.
"God?" I said to him chidingly. "That was ME that just did that! No one else."
"I know," he said, smiling faintly, his expression one of both exhaustion, as well as satisfaction. "Sorry!"
"Well," I said, "as long as you remember who the boss here really is!" I smiled into his face.
Then, and before his sperm could loose more of it's warmth, I lifted up the plate and hurriedly tilting it upwards, I let his load slide over the edge, and into MY mouth, and immediately swallowing it! Then I had him lick the rest of it off the plate. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched him doing that.
As Andrew got dressed again, I snuffed out the candles. The ritual was now complete, at least, for the time being!
"You did very well, Andrew!" I said, deliberately praising him (an important thing to do if you were really interested in keeping young men like him coming back again, and again; which I was)!
"Thank you," he said. "I couldn't have lasted for much longer," he said.
"You would be surprised how long you can last," I replied. "That is, if properly motivated! And, speaking of that," I said, "how long is going to be this time around, Andrew? Two weeks was once very difficult for you. But not so much now. I think we need to take it a step further. Don't you?"
"I'll do whatever you ask," he said, and his sincerity was obvious.
"Hmmm," I said, thinking. "Let's take it TWO days longer this time."
"Sixteen days?"
"Yeah," I said. "Let's do that. It's not too much longer than what you've been doing. It will be just enough of a struggle to make it worth striving to attain!"
As Andrew left, I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I savored it. He had such sweet-tasting sperm! 16 days of waiting to come again would be hard for Andrew (which was the whole point), but it was along time for ME to wait for that, as well! So, both Master and slave faced similar challenges to their patience! But it was also exhilarating when those moments of longed-for ejaculation did arrive!
But, Andrew as not the only one I could look forwards to!
(The End)
"Thanks for letting me come over," he said, smiling shyly.
"No problem!" I replied, as I shut the door. "In fact, I was thinking earlier today that it was getting pretty close for you to have an orgasm; and I was going to text you, but you beat me to it!" I smiled at that. Normally, I wouldn't have been that sympathetic to that; after all, Andrew had made a solemn vow of obedience to me, and turning over to me ALL decision-making authority over when, and especially how often, he was allowed to have an orgasm; but the younger man had pleased me with his apparent sincerity in that regard!
Our so-called 'relationship' had begun three months earlier (the events that led to it are far too complicated, and convoluted, to go into here), and ever since he had made his pledge of orgasmic fidelity to me, he had carried it out with unfailing dedication!
I turned and led the way back to my spare bedroom, where I had created the 'sacred space', as I called it, where I ceremoniously 'drained' the balls of various other young men like Andrew who I also now had under my authority!
I had painted the walls a dark, almost brick-red color, and the only lighting that existed came from a set of six candles set in a fancy antique candelabra I had picked up one day at a small antique store.
The candelabra sat on an dark walnut and marble Victorian side table, that I had also found and bought at another antique store. On top of the marble table top I had place a square piece of purple-colored velvet cloth, with each corner pointing towards the four sides of the table, instead of it's edges running parallel to table's edges. I
To me it created a nicer design effect that way. Then, on top of the velvet fabric I placed a rather large, and flat, oval-shaped black glazed platter, of the sort that one might serve a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. The entire set-up was up against one of the rooms walls, on which I had hung a large framed mirror. The over all effect, for me at least, was one of mystery, solemnity, and yet unmistakably exciting because of that! My young slaves seemed to feel the way.
Once Andrew and I were in the 'sacred space', I had him completely undress. Then, once he was, I directed him to approach me where I stood by the 'draining altar' as I thought of the table-candelabra-platter arraignment. I could clearly sense his excitement, and the long anticipation that had followed nearly an entire month of chastity! Andrew had a rather small penis (measuring somewhere around 4, to perhaps a little bit more than four inches,but certainly no more than that). But it was clear he was very excited, because even with such a small penis, it jutted out as stiffly as it was possible for it to do! There was even a small droplet of pre-cum starting to show, and as he stood there with me, the candle light make it sparkle and glimmer.
He was very eager to come, but I wasn't quite as eager as he to see that occur just yet! Instead, I reached out my left hand and cupped Andrew's balls, and held them like that for several moment, and lightly squeezed them. I smiled into his face.
"You have done very well, Andrew," I said, both of us looking one another in the eye.
"It's been difficult, though," he said, in a confessional tone of voice.
I smiled at that. "But, you did it! Didn't you? You dedicated yourself to it completely, and you did succeeded. I am very pleased with that, Andrew. Very pleased."
"I glad!" He said, and I felt his penis stiffen as we spoke.
"The 'difficulty' you mention, is all part of your vow of submission and obedience to me, though," I said, and now, instead of just fondling Andrew's balls, I also began to stroke his cock; and, as I did, I felt my fingers getting wet and slippery from his increasing flow of pre-cum.
"Oh---god," Andrew said, reacting excitedly to my treatment of him.
"Feels good?" I asked, grinning, knowing perfectly well that it did; but I just liked hearing his answer!
"Oh, god yes! It feels SO GOOD!" He replied.
I knew he needed to come, and had needed to even before he'd come over, but I wanted him to 'suffer' (if that was the right word) for it just a little bit longer! So, I continued to squeeze his balls in one hand, and to teasingly stroke his small, but firm cock, in the other. But I was carefully watching his reactions as I did. I wanted him to come, but not through inattention on my part! That would spoil the whole effect I had spent so much time and thought into creating the 'sacred space!'
So, to make sure that I didn't 'accidently' make him come before our little ritual libation came to it's inevitable end, I stopped stroking his cock; and I stopped just in time!
"Oh my!" I said, as we both looked down at his cock as it twitched and jerked up and down; frustrated at having almost ejaculated, but not quite! I couldn't help but smile as I watched this reaction! "You ALMOST came, Andrew!"
"That was so close!" He said, agreeing.
We looked into one another's eyes again at that point, and his expression excited me very much!
"I think it's time you made your offering," I said. "Don't you?"
"Oh yes!" He said immediately. "Please may I?"
I had him step closer to the table where the candelabra and it's shiny black dish sat glimmering in the warm, yellow glow of the candles, waiting for that moment where Andrew's long pent-up load of sperm was just seconds, and a few strokes of my hand, away from erupting out in it's glorious rush to escape it's long and deliberate confinement!
"I want you to come for me now, Andrew," I said, as I began to stroke his cock suddenly faster than I had been doing earlier. "Okay? It's time for that wonderful reward you've worked so very hard to earn!"
We were both watching as my hand worked and worked his small, but still quite firm, cock; and, within only a matter of a few more pulse-pounding seconds, Andrew suddenly groaned out loudly, and, at the very same moment, I felt his cock stiffen, and his balls tightening up, as the first spurt of his sperm came blasting out! Then another, and then another, and another, and on it kept going for what I counted as ten, individual(!) spurts; and they all ended up on the shiny black platter; and truly looking very much like someone had melted a handful of pearls, and then s**ttered them, still warm, and contrasting sharply, with the blackness of the platter!
"Oh--GOD!" Andrew exclaimed as I slowly stopped stroking his cock.
"God?" I said to him chidingly. "That was ME that just did that! No one else."
"I know," he said, smiling faintly, his expression one of both exhaustion, as well as satisfaction. "Sorry!"
"Well," I said, "as long as you remember who the boss here really is!" I smiled into his face.
Then, and before his sperm could loose more of it's warmth, I lifted up the plate and hurriedly tilting it upwards, I let his load slide over the edge, and into MY mouth, and immediately swallowing it! Then I had him lick the rest of it off the plate. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched him doing that.
As Andrew got dressed again, I snuffed out the candles. The ritual was now complete, at least, for the time being!
"You did very well, Andrew!" I said, deliberately praising him (an important thing to do if you were really interested in keeping young men like him coming back again, and again; which I was)!
"Thank you," he said. "I couldn't have lasted for much longer," he said.
"You would be surprised how long you can last," I replied. "That is, if properly motivated! And, speaking of that," I said, "how long is going to be this time around, Andrew? Two weeks was once very difficult for you. But not so much now. I think we need to take it a step further. Don't you?"
"I'll do whatever you ask," he said, and his sincerity was obvious.
"Hmmm," I said, thinking. "Let's take it TWO days longer this time."
"Sixteen days?"
"Yeah," I said. "Let's do that. It's not too much longer than what you've been doing. It will be just enough of a struggle to make it worth striving to attain!"
As Andrew left, I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I savored it. He had such sweet-tasting sperm! 16 days of waiting to come again would be hard for Andrew (which was the whole point), but it was along time for ME to wait for that, as well! So, both Master and slave faced similar challenges to their patience! But it was also exhilarating when those moments of longed-for ejaculation did arrive!
But, Andrew as not the only one I could look forwards to!
(The End)
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