Battling Sex Addiction

"But you do realize I won't let you cum, right?" he whispered again and chuckled cruelly. His fingers barely moved on my throbbing cock. He clearly was aware of how close I was to the edge.

"No... Jesse, you can't do this to me... There's no way even you are this cruel... Jesse, please..." I was melting in his strong arms. My words kept tripping against my long, painful breaths. How could this man torture me so much? Why was I letting him? Why was God letting him do this without immediate divine intervention?

"Huh, that's surprising. I thought you knew me well, but it seems you don't..." He released my cock from the firm grip of his hand and instead focused the strength of his arms on stopping mine from breaking free to furiously finish the jacking off properly. "Stop fighting, Denny." His whisper penetrated my brain clouded by a blissful fog. "You know I'm stronger than you..."

Later that day, he watched me sniff his socked feet, while I helplessly humped on a pillow with my caged cock. He was eating a pizza while admiring my struggle.

Doing all of this with Jesse was very intense and turned out to be a sinusoid of unbelievable and passionate pleasure and frustration. I felt chained. I've had no way to move around, my free time got consumed by Jesse. I became his sex toy and he became my personal addiction. I immediately recognized that this was unhealthy, but I didn't know how to free myself. I also didn't want to do that.

"Ham and cheese, master. As you requested," I passed him a plate with two sandwiches.

"Thanks." The way he would thank me always felt cheap. It was so automatic and indifferent. He truly believed he deserved to be pampered like this. And how could I hold him guilty for that? I enabled it. "You'll suck me off when I'm done eating."

"Of course, master."

I think I was just broken. Every time I would say "yes, master" or the equivalent, my nipples and ass and cock and heart and brain would go fully numb, tingling from pleasure. That's why I kept doing all of this and that's why I never hesitated to reduce myself to the position of his personal maid. He really was right about that "dom/sub nonsense" or "bullshit" or whatever he called it.

"Denny! Come over, man! Let daddy feed you now."

Slurp, slurp, slurp... his massive meat seemed like the best thing that happened in my life. How could I ever say "it's been fun, but I've had enough, Jesse," if it would mean that I will never put this cock in my mouth?

"Thanks," he said again, wiping the tip of his cock against my tongue and lip, to remove all the remaining semen.

I lied in my bed, thinking of him. I was not allowed to play with myself and because of the cage, I've had no way of cheating in the way I would cheat for sure. That's why removing him from my head was always so difficult.

It was hard to believe, but I survived three months as Jesse's sex slave. And then, when we lied together in his bed, freshly after pounding, the unthinkable happened. Out of blue, when things were calm and it was just uncalled for in every possible way.

"Become my boyfriend for real."

I looked at him with annoyance, almost sure that he was just being playful again. But his dark eyes staring at me were not accompanied by his usual smirk. He was serious.

"Huh?"

"You're the only man who can match my crazy sex drive. It's as if you have been made for me."

I didn't even know what to say.

"What brought this on?"

"The bartender at the club was hitting on you and you didn't tell him to fuck off," he explained in a calm, collected tone. "It made me realize that you're not mine enough."

The fuck was he talking about? What bartender? We haven't been at a bar together since... I couldn't even remember.

"You're a drug addict, sex addict and a liar," I reminded him.

I couldn't believe it. He seemed genuinely hurt by my words.

"I'm taking drugs occasionally..."

"You smoke marihuana every day..."

"We count weed as taking drugs? Seriously?"

"Jesse..." I whispered gently and placed my hand on his pec. "I don't want to be hurt and I feel like starting a serious relationship with you would end that way, one way or another. I'm your sex toy and a slave. We're having fun. Perhaps it should stay that way."

He stared at me, silently.

"Yeah, perhaps."

We kissed a lot that night.

On one day Jesse brought his coworker to our flat. And since he was cheeky enough to ask me to bring them drinks, I did so according to the rules we established.

"The drinks you requested, master," I said respectfully, placing the plate with two glasses on the table.

"Master?" Our guest immediately caught it, looking at me and then at Jesse, with confusion on his face.

Jesse stared at me and I noticed annoyance in his eyes.

"Uhhh... yeah," Jesse mumbled, unsure how to respond. "We kind of have this... master/slave thing going on."

I was surprised... I didn't expect him to actually admit that in front of another person!

"Whoa... kinky," that guest guy commented awkwardly.

"Well... yeah, you know me..." Jesse chuckled shyly. "Anyway, thank you very much for your assistance, slave, you can now leave us be and go to your..." he hesitated, "slave quarters..."

It took me a lot of willpower not to laugh my ass off at this.

But when our guest left, I got into real trouble.

"Oh my God...! Jesse...! Please...! Harder...!" I taunted him with my bare ass being burned alive, because of the strong spanking I was enduring. I'm not even sure how lying on his lap and taking the merciless clapping was supposed to be a punishment. I think both of us assumed that it would be when we started, but I quickly discovered that this burning on my skin shocked from so many hits had a sweetish taste of arousal.

"You want me to go harder, but you're trying to cover your butt," Jesse barked.

He was right, my hand instinctively jumped at my poor traumatized butt in a helpless attempt to stop this torture. Being reminded of that helped me. I quickly regained control over my limbs and removed them from his way.

"I'm sorry, master. Please, keep going..."

A loud slapping noise broke the silence. I moaned in agony, while my red tasty cheeks shook both from the force and in disbelief, that they are being subjected to such inhumane treatment. Jesse couldn't know this, but the sharpest pain I felt right now was that of my caged cock trying to harden up in excitement.

I only learned that after a while, but the chastity device he gave me was far from being some beginner level model. It wasn't a cheap plastic toy that would break after a week of constant use. It also wasn't the ineffective model similar to a spring, which exposed a lot of skin and made it possible to partially cheat by stimulating penis. It didn't use a padlock that apparently could be easily lockpicked with a help of a YouTube video. It covered my glans, shaft and the base of penis with a consistent layer of metal. It was a perfect, inescapable trap and my sex addicted sadistic master was the one holding the key. Each time I would realize that again, I would also be reminded of how fucked up and unhealthy this situation was.

"Master!" I moaned, when he slapped my ass again. We didn't count how many hits I got, but I wouldn't believe if someone said it was lower than twenty five.

"What?" he responded, clearly searching for a proof of my will breaking.

I was filled with blissful extasy of pain greatly enhancing the usual horniness I had to accept as my daily driver three months ago. I was letting my master turn my glutes into mashed potatoes. I knew he would probably stop if I begged, but that's exactly why I didn't want to do that. I wanted to experience this more and more... To experience how much dull pain can my master bring upon my body.

"I love you so much, master... I want to worship the ground you walk on..." I mumbled through the fog of this sickening arousal.

The slap that came next was especially powerful and juicy. It send a naughty wave across my body that made my nipples tingle. I could feel my asshole twitching fast and intensely, one time after another. I don't know why, perhaps it was some kind of alert sent by my screaming butt, meant to call for aid from the other body parts. But I hugged on a pillow to prevent such possibility from occurring. Inside of my mind, I thought: "please, master... at least one more... I beg you..."

He gave me three more. And then he fucked my ass. I barely felt any sensations in my asshole, because the burning of the skin on my butt was drawing my all attention. How would I fall asleep this night?

When he came inside of me and left the room, I went to the bathroom to see myself in a mirror. I turned around and admired my beautiful and muscular back, sexy ass and a little bit of my two thighs. The color of the skin on my ass was drastically different than that on my back or thighs; it was intensely red. I also noticed few very small cuts in places where the skin just failed to not break. I rubbed my glutes and it only made the burning and itching worse. The bruises I would get from it will surely be spectacular. I spread my cheeks and noticed Jesse's cum pouring out of my asshole. My pounding heart was the only comment I've had for this image.

I went to Jesse's room after I showered. I found him lying on his bed, listening to Spotify.

"What?" he asked indifferently, when he noticed me.

"Are you really angry at me about that thing with your coworker or just sexy-angry?" I tried to confirm.

"What the hell does 'sexy-angry' mean?"

I didn't really feel like explaining this to him.

"You surprised me when you admitted that we're having some type of... sexual relationship," I continued.

"'Some type of sexual relationship'," he mimicked my words in a rude tone. "I told him that I'm you're master and you're my slave. So the truth."

His indifferent, insensitive tone didn't intimidate me anymore. I got to know him enough to realize that this was just how he was, at least sometimes, and it didn't automatically mean that he WAs upset, disrespectful or that he wanted to insult me.

"It felt pretty great to include someone else into that," I admitted quietly, curious of his reaction. "To have someone be aware of what we're doing."

"Is this your way of informing me that you want to start an OnlyFans with me?"

"It's my way of informing you that having you as a master is not humiliating but fun."

"You know, bro, sometimes it confuses me how much typical chick traits you have," he said and stopped looking at me. "You told me that you don't care to have me as your boyfriend, but out of the sudden, you're glad that some random guy knows that I'm banging you."

I sighed. I thought we were past this, but apparently we weren't. It actually surprised me that this topic returned. I assumed this idea was just a result of him being a bit stoned that night. But it seemed he held a grudge.

"Well, being your sexual partner and boyfriend are two different things," I reminded him.

"Ah, yes. Sorry. I forgot, that you're too good for me."

Now he was just being childish.

"I never said anything like that."

"You used different words."

"No. I said I already know you and I couldn't trust you, because you're a liar and an addict."

"How is that not the same?"

"Jesse, for fuck's sake... I'm sucking your nuts and asshole on daily basis. I kiss your feet while looking deep into your eyes, because I love the power trip I see in them every time. You really see some sense of superiority on my side here?"

"You're just horny and you're doing this to satisfy your needs. And the power dynamic in a healthy dom/sub relationship is misleading, because in truth, it's always the submissive partner who has the control."

I became sad. He really thought I considered him as worse than myself?

I lied next to him on the bed, trying to ignore my burning butt. His facial expression showed that he probably wasn't very eager to have me there with him.

"Jesse... I don't want to be your boyfriend, because I'm afraid that you will hurt my feelings. I assume it would happen out of fear. You mean a lot to me and if my fears would be fulfilled one day, you would totally break my heart and it would destroy me."

He put his phone away and we lied on his bed in complete darkness.

"When I was spanking you, there was a moment when you said you love me," he said quietly. "Was that just a mistake made in passion or a slip?"

"I'm not sure, man... I feel very strongly towards you. I never told you that, but I've been planning to find a new place for myself. I totally dropped this idea when we began playing together. Now when I'm at work, I think of how fun it will be to come back home to you. But I'm still very reserved and I try to keep this feeling under control."

He didn't answer me. I lied there long enough to wonder if I shouldn't leave him alone.

"I gave away my coke supplies to a friend for free," he informed me randomly.

"A shitty gift in my humble opinion."

"I did it to match your standards."

"Jesse... If you're doing this just to convince me, that doesn't count. Changing the person you are so that I accept you is just unhealthy in a different way..."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelled in anger and I got scared by his sudden outburst. "It's fucking impossible with you! Lecture after lecture! I feel like we're playing chess and you comment on every single move I try to make, criticizing me!" He sighed in frustration. "Fuck off and leave me alone."

I left without speaking a word. I wasn't angry at him and only now I kind of understood that I could really come off as very condescending. This night I realized that falling asleep alone was very easy when I knew that Jesse is on the other side of the flat and we're having a nice thing going on. When I knew that he was pissed at me... it made me sad and miserable.

I wasn't even sure how will Jesse behave in the morning. Will he break off the thing we have in anger? Will he will invite someone else to fuck, to show that he doesn't need me? I felt sad thinking of either of these scenarios.

But in the morning I did hear him open the door to my room. He approached my bed naked.

"Suck me off," he demanded.

Filled with guilt, I felt like I've had to be extra submissive today. So rather than to offer him a blowjob from the comfy warmth of my bed, I jumped out of it when he sat on the mattress and I showed effort by kneeling between his legs. I poured that guilt of mine into my mouth, to give Jesse's cock the love they both deserved. I was choking and gargling loudly, drool was dripping from my lower lip and chin, my eyes were tearing, snot escaped my nostril. Jesse's bare thighs trapped me and I knew that his orgasm was approaching me already. He didn't groan this time, just breathed really loudly and intensely, when he began flooding my mouth with cum.

"Show me how's your ass."

He didn't specify if he wants me just to lower my boxers, so instead, I climbed on him and lied on his lap. His strong arms almost tore my boxers off from my ass.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, gently squeezing my but cheek.

"Yes, master."

"I bet you will have a fun time sitting on it for eight hours in the office today."

"It will be a struggle, but I deserve this punishment, master."

I wanted to apologize to him right here, right now, but I felt it would be cheap and once again made to make me specifically feel better.

We took shower together. Under the stream of water, he pissed all over me. Only recently I found out that he's been peeing while taking showers since forever. I immediately thought to myself: what a sleazy, sexy motherfucker he was. He lacked his playful smile while he did this today, but it didn't took anything out of it; he looked like a cold, demanding dom.

"Lick my asshole," he requested next.

I dived with my tongue between his juicy buttocks and massaged his hole, while he pumped his dick. By now, it was a routine for us. I liked rimming him mostly because it made me feel very submissive and humiliated.

Soon after, he started breathing fast, he gasped and the hole around my tongue began twitching in excitement, as his dick spat cum on the tiles.

We came out of the shower cabin and he stood still, fixing his hair, while I dried his sexy body with a towel.

"What would you like to eat for a breakfast?" I asked.

"Make me pancakes."

"Yes, master."

He enjoyed breakfast while sipping coffee and reading news on his phone.

"Suck me off again," I heard his command, while I was putting dishes into the washer.

"Yes, master."

I knelt under the table while he was still eating and began making out with his peehole. His cock was semi-hard, so I've added a bit of jerking off, while I licked his nuts. When he got excited enough, I put it in my mouth and began sucking it gently, while holding on to his powerful thighs. I wasn't milking him for too long; eventually he filled my mouth with his load and I swallowed it all. After I spat his cock out, I made sure to lick off any remains of semen or drool.

"Alright," he said, as he got up. "Clean it up," he pointed at the empty plate, fork and a mug. "I'll be back at eight."

"Yes, master."

I sat down on his chair and only then I ate breakfast. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then left the flat without speaking a thing to me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, thinking of his warm asshole and his pulsing cock in my mouth. My caged dick hurt, so did my violated buttocks. I thought about pushing my fingers inside my asshole, but I knew master wouldn't approve. I went to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water.

It was an edging night tonight. I negotiated with Jesse so that at least one day in a month I would be allowed to cum, just for the health's sake alone. The greedy motherfucker went through the effort and tried to find researches online that would convince me it's not needed, but I was firm about this. To get him to agree, I've had to offer him the right to tickle me whenever he wanted. That was a lot, because Jesse was the most psychotic and cruel tickler I knew. He would literally handcuff my feet and go waaay beyond my limits. I lowkey loved it, because I could truly feel helpless when he was doing that. Nothing could convince him to stop, he would just keep going, smirking at you and getting turned on by your suffering.

Like always, we both got completely naked. Jesse sat on my bed first and spread his legs further to invite me between. I rested my back comfortably against his warm chest and I spread my legs as well, offering him the space to fully control my balls and cock. I placed my hands on his legs, slightly above his knees. By now, I learned how to keep them there for the duration of play without silly attempts to take control away from Jesse.

"Looks like I owe you milking tonight," he said quietly, while unlocking the cage on my cock with a key.

"I don't think I deserve it, master," I whispered, feeling so good in his arms. "You've been right about what you've told me yesterday. I have been condescending and disrespectful towards you and I failed to properly realize that. If you wish to punish me and not grant me an orgasm, I'll understand and respect your decision." It might have seemed silly, but after a month of being completely starved when it comes to stimulation, while also providing sex to Jesse multiple times a day, resigning from an orgasm was a big deal to me. But he didn't say a word, struggling to unlock the device. "Jesse, I'm sorry," I decided to repeat my apologies, but this time not in a horny language. "I'm not here just for the amazing sexual fun. I want to see you smile."