He gritted his teeth and groaned. "But I'm still so wound up. I feel like I didn't get any relief at all."
"That's the beauty of the ruined orgasm," I explained. "Your nuts are totally spent, but your brain doesn't know. And you don't get that post-orgasm shot of hormones that makes you feel all happy and relieved."
I grabbed a towel and cleaned up the cum that had fallen on the floor. Then I cleaned out what I could from his cage, dabbing in between the black nylon bars.
"So that's it?" he asked.
"If you want it to be." I gestured toward the set of keys. "If you want to jack off when you get home tonight, you can. Or you can try and stay locked. This is your body, your journey. It's your choice."
He shook his head. "No. I won't take it off."
"Okay, then. Just be sure to rinse out from there pretty well. There's still some cum I couldn't reach with the towel."
Morris let out an exasperated sigh as he pulled up his underwear and shorts. "Sorry I snapped at you."
I laughed and patted his shoulder. "It's fine. You had an impulsive reaction to something that really surprised you. Ruined orgasms are fucking horrible."
"So these 'ruined orgasms' are a real thing? Guys have them on purpose?"
"Sometimes they choose it, sometimes it's chosen for them by their partner. It just depends on the dynamic and the agreed set of rules."
His mood seemed to brighten, even though I knew his nuts had to be aching. "What you did was amazing. Thank you for preventing me from having an orgasm."
Smiling, I said, "I love it that you're thanking me for basically busting your nuts. With a little practice, you could make a great sub."
"A sub?"
"Submissive," I explained. "I'm the dom, you're the sub. You do what I say, you only come if I allow it, and so on."
"That could be interesting."
"But you wouldn't be able to take control like that. You know, stuffing your dick down my throat."
His shoulders slouched. "Sorry."
"Don't be. It was really hot. But a sub can't do that shit. Not without punishment."
He handed me his double set of keys. "Then I want you to have these. Keep me locked up so I can't escape."
I pushed his hand away. "Morris, you're not thinking clearly. You're still stuck in the fantasy. Hold onto these keys and keep them with you all the time in case you need to take that thing off. Make sure your penis doesn't turn purple or feel cool to the touch either. If it does, remove the device immediately."
He nodded agreeably. "Okay, I will."
I gave his caged cock and balls a squeeze through his shorts. "You're welcome. Now let's get out of here before we both lose our jobs."