Put A Ring On It

Mr. Wyler wasn't exactly angry at Jody, he explained, but did feel disappointed.

"It's not my fault that someone hasn't taught you yet to cum when you;re..oh, never mind, Jody. Just never mind.

Jody felt his face burning into a melt on the carpet. "I am so sorry, Sir. You make my dick very sensitive, Sir. I couldn't hold back. My cum was exploding out of me and I...well..."

"Young and dumb and full of cum, Jody, makes for a very dull lover after a short while. You don't see this as a one stand stand, certainly, Jody."

"No, Sir."

"I won't have you cumming whenever you want, Jody."

"No, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Do you even hear what you're saying, Jody? What's running through your mind? Is it just a endless repetition of 'fuuuuuuuuccck!'?"

"I am so sorry, Sir."

"Damned correct you are, Jody. Damned correct. And I will see to it that you learn at least a few more vocabulary words."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Since you cum too quickly, we shall have to amend that result, don't you? Well, Jody?"

"Whatever you want, Sir."

"Ummmmm."

"Because..,?"

"Sir?"

"Because I own this," Mr. Wyler rasped with a sharp tug on the leash attached to Jody glans ring.

Jody gasped feeling the tight metal ring under his dickhead jerk forward. His body trembled.

"Sir."

"Training, Jody. Edging. Foreplay. Taking your dick as my sextoy. Using your balls for my game pieces. Making this mouth of yours, Jody"... Mr. Wyler's fingers moved around and stretched Jody's lips into obscene shapes. "Making you someone I want to keep sticking my cock into. You hear me, Jody."

Jody's knees buckled. Moans erupted from his mouth; precum drooled and oozed from his dickhead. "I just started to cum and..."

"I am going to teach you how not to cum, Jody. And then teach you all over again what cumming is all about. Under my control and command, Jody. Can you handle that?" Mr. Wyler spun his wrist and drew Jody's leash tighter and tighter. Jody's dickshaft felt like it stretching into infinity. His balls ached more than they ever had before. He felt his own cum churning, wanting to spew in fountains everywhere, on himself, on Sir. Yes, his cum spurting in gobs on Sir and running down just as his cum had done at the club. Jody's whole body shook as Mr. Wyler's voice droned on.

"Thank you, Sir," Jody said quick and soft. After several passes -- Jody lost count -- of a recreational pipe, the world grew hazy and mellow. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Mr. Wylie's crotch -- the tight round large balls of cum, his thick veiny shaft, and that incredible babyfist head. Jody wanted to keep touching it. His mind drifted, his body sense followed.

When ambient awareness returned, the world had changed. He now lay spread-eagled across the terrace table; leather straps at his wrists and ankles. One sharp tremor rippled the muscles of his hips and he bucked upward, suddenly aware only a scrap of cloth barely covered his increasingly stiff dick. Shivers went up and down Jody's torso seeming to electrify at his swollen nipples and down his belly to circle his balls and base of his dick.

Mr. Wyler's fingers trailed along Jody's cheek, then up his thigh, higher, quickly grasped the base of his dick and squeeze tightly, then slowly moving up to tighten more just under the head. His finger and thumb vibrated at the two special sensitive half-orbs at the edge of the glans. Jody's breath juddered in his chest. He lost coherent thought and sequence. He babbled.

"Please!" "Oh, Sir!" "Anything you want. Your whore, your slut, your slave." "Sir..."

"Calm down, Jody. You have a long way to go to learn about cumming. I make it happen. This, " he rubbed the head of his cock along Jody's fingertips, "this makes it happen. Isn't that so?"

Jody puckered his lips and licked the trail Mr. Wyler had left across them. He was using Jody. Finally, Jody thought silently.

Mr. Wyler smiled down into Jody's face. He rattled the large black bag at his side. "Toys for your dick, Jody," he chuckled quietly.

Jody squirmed, his dick bobbing up and down from his stomach, throbbing. Aching. He groaned as Mr. Wyler slid a metal cockring to fit snugly under the head. He whimpered when the adornments continued; another ring around his tightening ball sack; still another -- metal -- at the base of his shaft. Dick, in fact, squeezed between the rings like some imprisoned sex beast ready to spit fire. Or cum.

"Slowly, slowly, slowly," Mr. Wyler continued, with a tap to punctuate his way down Jody's throbbing dick. He cupped Jody's balls, rolling them back and forth with his thumb. "I want these full, Jody. Overflowing. But not yet."

"Oh, Sir," Jody wriggled across the table, his legs jack-kniving, his dickhead shiny with dripping precum.

"Keep repeating that, Jody. 'But not yet'". Mr. Wyler growled in Jody's left ear.

"Yes, Sir, Jody mumbled, his lips feeling numb and rubbery where Mr. Wyler had been rubbing his cock. His tongue lolled. "Give it to my mouth, Sir, please," he whispered hoarsely. "Put it in my mouth."

"I will," Mr. Wyler teased. "But not yet."

With one finger, Mr. Wyler danced up and down Jody's shaft, counterpoint to the thobbing vein at its core. "Not yet, Jody. I control that cum of yours, don't I? Don't I control it, Jody?"

"Fuuuuccckk. I mean, yes, Sir. Anything, Sir."

Mr. Wyler's finger swiveled in the precum on the head of Jody's dick. Then he rubbed the syrupy strings on Jody's mouth and face. "Good, Jody."

Suddenly, his hand tightened into a fist and pumped Jody's dick. Just for an instant. The down and away. Jody's hips thrust sharply up, the leather straps creaked. "Please, Sir," Jody's shaky whisper floated up between them.

"What is it you want, Jody?" Mr. Wyler's hand squeezed and released, squeezed again, moving up and down from the head to Jody's throbbing balls sack. "Want to cum? Want to cum for me? Want me to cum on you?"

"You make me want everything, Sir. Anything." Jody's voice was a quiet strained moan. Sir was taking him over; taking him.

Mr. Wyler's thumb keep grinding on the head of Jody's dick. It felt raw and hot; slick with his own precum. He clenched his jaw, trying not to cum right now.

"But not yet, Jody."

"Only when...when you say I can, Sir," Jody managed to gasp.

"That's right, Jody. You came so fast at the club. Don't you want to last longer? Let that cum build up and build up."

"Fuuuuck, Sir, yes! I didn't think of it that way. You control my dick. You control my dick. Put it in my mouth, Sir. Please. Let me suck on it. Make me cum with your cock in my mouth."

"I will, Jody. But not yet."

Jody writhed on the tabletop. His skin was mottled; drool made his chin and ear shiny. His mind was racing. How did Mr. Wyler know exactly how to treat him to make him constantly horny now for cock. Mr. Wyler's cock. "Please, Sir," he wailed and pleaded.

Mr. Wyler remained silent, quickly loosening Jody's restraints. Helping him to his feet, Mr. Wyler tightly clasped their bodies together and began swaying his hips. His solidly hard cock rubbed against Jody's erection, sliding up and down across themselves like muscular towers, knob on slick knob; urging the cum to erupt.

"Are you ready, Jody. Can you hold back a little longer? Do you want to cum for me?"

"God, please. Please, Sir, however you want me. Let me cum. Let me cum for you, Sir."

"You will, Jody. But not yet."