His neglected cock remained locked in its cage, balls hanging warm and low, glistening with perspiration.
"There's a private bathroom in the office if you need to clean up."
"Can I masturbate in there?"
I smiled. "There isn't a room in this building that you can't masturbate in. But are you sure you've earned it?"
His brows raised with confusion. "Did I not follow orders?"
We both seemed to be getting into this role play. "Sometimes. But you alsogaveorders. Remember when you told me to fuck you?"
He nodded.
"Subs don't make orders. Give me your key."
He leaned over the bed and pulled the small set of keys from his front shorts pocket. "Here you go... Sir."
I collected the keys and unlocked his cage. As soon as I slid the pre-cum soaked shaft piece off, his cock ballooned up, filled to capacity. I reached past him to fill my palm with lube, then squeezed his glans and worked my way down to his balls. He let out a moan.
"Remember, this is punishment."
He closed his eyes and smiled. "Right."
I squeezed his cock firmly and began pumping my fist up and down. It didn't take long before his balls tightened and I could tell he was ready to blow.
"Ah, ah, ah..." He moaned as if he were about to sneeze.
My hand squeezed tighter as I made a few more laps up and down his cock. Just as his whole body began to stiffen, engaged and ready for lift-off, I opened my hand and let go.
A large load of cum spilled from his cock, sliding lazily downward, where it settled on his sack. He grunted with frustration and reached for his dick, attempting to salvage his orgasm and stroke himself to relief.
I grabbed his wrists and held them behind his head as another glob of cum leaked out of his cock.
"I can relieve your body, but not your mind. You're going to leave here today with your head swimming in sexual frustration. The head up here," I said, tapping his temple.
"But will I ever come again? Like, truly come?"
I squinted, trying to decipher what was real and what was part of the fantasy. Morris held the keys to his own cage. He could yank that thing off any time he wanted and relieve himself. So, I rationed, he must have been enjoying our game.
"You told me you never want to come again." I wiped his lap clean with a towel, locked his dick up again, and slipped the keys into his shorts pocket. "Maybe I'll keep you floating in purgatory forever. I'll give you endless ass orgasms. Bring you to the edge, but never let you spill over. And then I'll drain the cum out of you, but you'll never get relief."
This was the test. If he turned away in disappointment or anger, I'd call the whole thing off. Chastity is tougher than it looks. It's not for the faint-hearted. But instead of complaining, Morris's lips formed a wicked little smile. "I understand, sir. I promise to do better next time."
"Good boy." I kissed his mouth, tasting the traces of my semen. "Now, go get cleaned up so you can finish your route."