He shrugged. "Sort of. I've kept it on all week. Haven't masturbated once."
"That's impressive."
"Yeah, but..." He searched my eyes. "Cesar, it's making me insane. I thought it would help calm the urges, but it's a constant reminder. The way it squeezes my..." He gestured to his lap.
"Your nuts?"
"Yes. And the way it hugs my..."
"Cock. It's okay to say the word, Morris."
He sighed. "I just want it more and more."
"Wantwhat, exactly?"
"An orgasm."
"But you'll be mad at yourself afterward," I pointed out.
He hung his head low. "I know."
"So, what should we do about it?"
"I did some reading online." He put his hand on my thigh. "Reading about dom and sub relationships. Maybe I could channel the energy. Make it all about pleasing you."
I leaned closer to his face, felt his agitated breath against my skin. "Morris, I don't really see how this meshes with your religious beliefs. I mean, sex is sex, right?"
He shook his head. "This is different. I'm used to being told what to do. Seeking permission."
That's when the pieces began to fall into place for me. His reasoning was convoluted, but so was his religion. I didn't understand any of it. But in a crazy way, his request added up. He needed to submit to someone. That's the beauty of doms and subs. Just as he'd explained, having someone control your pleasure, it grounds you in some way.
"Okay." We settled into a deep kiss. But after a few moments, he pulled away and winced, grabbing at his crotch.
"Fuck, it hurts. It pulls."
"The cock ring, pulling your nuts tighter as you harden?"
He clenched his teeth together. "Yes."
I rubbed his shoulders to soothe him. "It will pass. This is part of re-training your body to channel its energy. You have to forget about your dick."
"Guys can do that?"
"If they want to stay in chastity, yeah." Slipping into domination mode, I stood up and positioned myself in front of him. "The only dick you care about now is mine. Get to work sucking it."
Most of what I said was improvisation. My experience with dom and sub play consisted of one really embarrassing incident in which this beefy bear attempted to play out a domination fantasy with me. I couldn't stop snickering every time he expected me to call him "Sir." That was the first and last time I had tried it. But with Morris, I got to be the one in control. It felt like a natural fit.
He popped open the button of my shorts. I widened my stance and let them drop to my ankles. His eyes widened when he discovered that I was free-balling. Underwear felt too restrictive to me, so I hardly ever wore it.
My cock waved in front of his face, swollen and bulging with veins.
"You're uncut," he observed.
"And proud to be whole," I said with a toothy grin.
"Sorry. I've just never seen a foreskin up close. Is it a Latino thing?"
I shrugged. "For the most part, yeah. But also, my mom is pretty nurturing, so I don't think she would have allowed a doctor to cut off a piece of my dick without my consent."