The Reluctant EntertainerbyPete Smith©
A while back, my girlfriend Linda and I began playing a sexual game. It started when she was away for a few days; on the second day, when we spoke on the phone, she said she wanted me not to cum until she got home. I thought that was fun, so I agreed. It turned out that I spent most of the following three days jerking off, but I always forced myself to stop before I came.
When she got home, she was delighted to see how easy it was for me to get hard and stay that way. (I am quite a bit older than she, but after four days of not cumming, I felt like a teenager!) We played "the game" again a few weeks later, even though she did not go away, and it was very exciting for both of us. We even played it when we fucked - we would go at it until she came, and then stop, leaving me hard, horny and very excited. She especially liked this, since she admitted that once she cums, she is really not interested in fucking any longer. With this arrangement, she didn't have to worry about whether I'm done or not; when she was finished, she stopped!
As she got into it more and more, and saw how much it excited me, she got "meaner" in her demands, making me masturbate until I was on the verge of cumming again and again, and when we made love, doing everything she could to make me cum while looking in my eyes and saying, "Don't cum." The most difficult of all was when she made love to me and gently rubbed her fingers over both my nipples: it was SO exciting, and she knew it, and even when I begged her to stop because I was about to cum, she didn't stop - and didn't stop telling me I couldn't cum.
Not long ago, we formalized "the game." We agreed together that she would have complete and total control over my orgasms; I would never again cum without her permission. As planned, she immediately said that I would be allowed to cum only one day per week - Tuesday, which is my day off. While she "reserved the right" to let me cum more often than that, she has not yet done so. This arrangement has worked out perfectly - I am constantly excited, and she gets all the sex she wants, whenever she wants; I am ALWAYS ready! By the fifth day each week I am a horny wreck, running into the bathroom to masturbate between meetings at work, and walking around with an erection most all the time at home. On the "seventh day" my orgasms are huge, and I am good for three or four in the course of the day. But always, throughout that day, there is the nagging reminder that it will be seven days more before I can cum again...
Last month - the month of my birthday - Linda did what she had been threatening (promising?) to do for a long time: as the first part of my birthday present, she told me that I would not be allowed to cum FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH. While we had talked about this before, the reality of what she said was pretty daunting: before meeting her, I seldom went a day without cumming; lately, it had been seven days, which was damn difficult already; how could I possibly go a month? I told her it would physically hurt to do that - "blue balls" is not a joke - and she said that she had given that a lot of thought, and she was okay with it. I said, "YOU'RE okay with MY hurting?" And she said yes, she was; she thought it would be fun to watch me try to sit down, and she hoped that it would remind me of her all the time.
I made it through the first week quite well; after all, that was what I was used to already. The second week got hard, fast: by the ninth day, when my body apparently realized that seven days had come and gone and I had NOT cum, it rebelled. My balls ached, and while they didn't look any bigger than normal, when I walked or tried to sit down it felt like I had two bowling balls between my legs.
"Linda, it really hurts," I said.
"I know," she answered, and she kissed me deeply.
"PLEASE let me cum," I begged.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you," she said. She didn't say "no," she said "I can't let you," which somehow made it feel like it was out of her hands, too, and both of us would just have to live with it. And we did, all through week #2.
The 14th day was my birthday, and any hope I had that I might get a "pardon" was dashed when she told me I'd have to wait another week for my present, because I "wasn't ready yet." But she came four times that day, and left me gasping and begging each time.
The third week was a blur of horniness, frustration, pleasure, pain and yes, fear - fear that I would cum accidentally, and fear that I would NOT cum, and actually continue to live that way for more than another week.
On the 21st day - the third anniversary of my weekly cumming that I had been denied - she came over in the afternoon, sat me down and said, "It's time to talk about your birthday present. Remember that time I came to your office, and we shut the door, and I told you to get undressed and masturbate for me? I loved watching you, and it was so cute when you told me you were actually embarrassed, since I was completely dressed and you were completely naked. Every time my eyes went from your eyes to your cock, you shuddered, and every time I smiled when you got close to cumming and had those great looks of pleasure on your face, you nearly lost it. Remember?"
Of course I remembered. I was completely surprised by how embarrassing it was to strip and masturbate in front of my own girlfriend; the fact that I was naked in front of a completely dressed woman changed everything, and I had admitted to her later that it was exciting as well as embarrassing.
"Good - I thought you'd remember," she continued. "So, tonight I'm having a party at my house, in honor of your birthday. I've invited three of my friends over, and you're the entertainment. Is that okay with you?"
I was dumbstruck. I thought she was just joking, but there was nothing in her voice which sounded like joking. While the thought was mind-blowingly exciting, I knew there was a huge gap between fantasy and reality, and there was nothing in the world which could make me do whatever it was she was planning on my doing for her friends that night.
"Linda, I can't," I whispered hoarsely.
"You CAN'T, as in you have other plans, or you WON'T, as in it's too embarrassing?"
"My love, it really is TOO embarrassing. I couldn't possibly do that, even though you know how exciting I find stuff like that."
"Listen, I went to a lot of trouble to arrange this party. It took a lot of explaining to get my girlfriends to understand what we're doing, and now that they are excited about it, I'm not about to cancel it."
"But I can't. I really can't..."
"All right," she said with a sigh, "I'll make you a deal. If you make me cancel this, we end 'the game' NOW, and don't ever play it again. We'll go back to a normal sex life, just like everyone else, and pretend it never happened. If you really CAN'T do this, then it will be worth it to you; otherwise, I'll expect to see you at my house in an hour, so we have time to get ready." And with that, she got up from the couch and walked out my door.
I sat there, stunned, for a long time. Finally, in a daze, I went to my bedroom and chose clothing to wear for the evening: black jeans, a white button-down shirt, socks, sneakers... and dark blue underwear. I threw them in a bag and drove to her house. I don't know if it was her threat, or overwhelming horniness, or both, but I was going to go through with it - whatever "it" was.
When I rang the bell, she opened the door and hugged me tight. "Thank you," she said.
I came inside and she said her friends would be there in an hour, so I should get ready. I asked her who was coming over, and she named three women I did not know: Fran, Rachel and Ronit. Then she told me to go take a shower.
I got into the shower, and as I began to wash she poked her head in. "Be sure you wash EVERYWHERE, because they are going to see all of you," she said with a wicked grin. I smiled - she looks beautiful when she laughs - and glanced down... and I froze.
Now, I'm no Adonis; not ugly, but certainly no Chipendales dancer. As I looked down at myself in the shower, I suddenly saw my body - stomach, legs, pubic hair, cock - with the realization that in just a little while, four women would be staring at me... ALL of me. My cock, which had been nearly hard as I washed, immediately shrank until I thought it would disappear. I took a deep breath, tried to keep from shaking, and looked up to see Linda with the most self-satisfied look on her face. She knew she "got me" good with that one!
She left the bathroom, and I finished my shower. It took a while - after all, how long do you wash yourself when you're going to be showing your body to everyone? I went to her room and dressed, now truly shaking with the thought that each piece of clothing I was putting on was only a temporary covering, enough to bide the time until the moment I exposed myself for Linda and her "guests."
When I finished dressing, I went downstairs to the living room. Linda had me sit beside her, and she gave me a deep kiss, then began to speak.
"Pete, when my company arrives, please meet them at the door. Introduce yourself, welcome them and get them drinks. If they ask you any questions about what's going on tonight, answer them truthfully, all right?"
I nodded dumbly.
"When everyone's here, I'm going to tell them about the game, and about the 21 days since you came. I'm also going to tell them about how embarrassed you were undressing in front of me, and how I can't imagine how embarrassed you're going to be doing it for all of them. Then, when the time seems right, I'm going to ask you to undress for us. When you do, please stand in the center of the room and face them, and whatever you do, don't close your eyes; I want you looking at them all the time. Do you understand?"
I nodded again, absolutely unable to speak.
"When you're undressed, I'll ask you to walk up to each of them in turn, so they can have a close look at you. By that time, everyone should be ready for another drink, so you'll get refills from the kitchen."
"Undressed?" I asked.
"Of course! Once you undress, you're not getting dressed again this evening. So anyway, when everyone has a new drink, I want you to pull up a chair and sit right in front of them. Don't cross your legs or use your hands to hide anything; I want them to be able to look at you as long and as carefully as they want. Just sit and talk with us; you know, polite conversation with our guests. And try not to be too uncomfortable when they stare at your body.
"And then, the best part of the evening's entertainment: I'll tell you it is time for you to masturbate for us. I want you to stand in the middle of the room again, take the jar of Vaseline, and go to it.
"Now, this is VERY important: I want them to see everything, so you may not hide anything - not your body or your feelings - as you masturbate. I want them to see your body shake; I want them to hear you moan and groan with pleasure; and most of all, I want them to see the wonderful faces you make when you get close to cumming. You may not hide ANYTHING from them, do you understand?"
Again, I nodded, but she made me say it aloud. "Yes, I understand. I will let them see everything."
"Great! Then we're all ready for our company. Why don't you sit here and picture what you'll be doing in a little while? That should be fun!"
I sat, and I pictured, and I couldn't stop shaking, so I stopped picturing. Basically, I stopped thinking - it was the best defense - until the doorbell wrenched me back to what was passing for reality. "Get the door, please," she called from the kitchen.
I went to the door, trying not to shake so much that it would show. When I opened it, I managed to say, "Hi, I'm Pete. Please come in."
Our first guest introduced herself as Ronit. She was in her late 20's, about 5' 5", and obviously Israeli - with an Israeli attitude. I did my best to concentrate on what she said, but I couldn't help thinking that this woman was going to see me - SEE me - in just a few minutes. Apparently she was thinking the same thing, as she looked me up and down, not-so-subtly evaluating what kind of show she would get that evening. Israelis are NOT subtle.
I had just settled her on the living room couch and handed her a beer, when the doorbell rang again. Answering it, I met Fran, whose appearance really surprised me. She was in her late 30's or early 40's, and somehow, I had never considered the possibility that one of my "audience" would be a middle-aged woman! Same thoughts, both mine and hers. As she entered, I saw another woman coming up the driveway, so I waited there. As uncomfortable as it was to introduce myself to these women, it was even harder to wait patiently by the door as my next "spectator" walked up to me. I think I took my first breath when she finally made it to the front door. This was Rachel, a drop-dead gorgeous, blonde young woman, maybe 24 years old.
When everyone was seated on the couch, drinks in hand, Linda entered. She said hello to all of them, and thanked them for coming. Then she said, "Well, what do you think of him?"
As well-informed as they were, it was difficult for them to get comfortable talking about me, in front of me. Linda saw this, and said, don't worry - I'm sure Pete can do *something* to help you all relax!" Then, as promised, she gave them all the details of "the game," talking openly about fucking until she came and about me masturbating for her and being embarrassed. The conversation seemed so unreal that I was not even bothered very much by it; it was as if she was talking about someone else. They asked a few questions of her, and a few of me, which I tried to answer the best I could. Most of all, they wanted to know WHY I didn't mind waiting so long to cum; I couldn't really answer that well, except to say that it was very exciting to know that Linda was completely in control. I don't know that they really understood, but they accepted my answer.
"So, Pete, why don't you take off your clothes now?" Her question (though it was not at all a question) hit me like a hammer. I had just gotten to the point where I could talk about what we did, and was beginning to feel a little comfortable, when she said it... and my heart nearly stopped.
There is a difference - a BIG difference - between fantasizing about exposing yourself and actually doing it. There is no way to describe what it feels like to have four sets of eyes staring at you, all waiting for you to take off all your clothes. Two parts were the most difficult, and the first was taking the very first action - the one that leads to all the others. I sat for what seemed like an eternity, until Linda quietly whispered, "I told you not to close your eyes." I hadn't realized that they were closed, but I guess I was trying to slip off to some other place, even if that place was only inside. I opened my eyes, saw them staring, and reached down to untie my sneakers.
Once I got started, taking off my sneakers was actually very easy; after all, what's the big deal about that? My socks followed, and then I stood up. Walking from my chair to the center of the room was the longest walk of my life, but eventually I was there - and there was no more reason to delay. I unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them when they were around my ankles. I then unbuttoned my shirt, and as I pulled it off, I felt a rush of cold air and a rush of fear: I was nearly naked, and all four women had hunched forward in their seats, watching me intently.
The other nearly impossible part was, of course, taking off my underwear. Twice I closed my eyes, forcing them open each time I remembered that I had to look at my audience as they looked at me. Then, just as I reached to pull them down, Linda interrupted.
"Wait a minute," she said. "I want to ask everyone something. Girls, have any of you ever seen a man you didn't know, take off ALL his clothes for you?"
Ronit, Fran and Rachel looked at each other, thought for a minute, and one by one, said no, they hadn't.
Then Linda said, "Pete, have you ever taken off all your clothes for a woman you never met?"
Standing there in my underwear, my cock trying to decide whether to be hard or to disappear, I croaked out, "No."
"That's great!" Linda said. "That means you're all going to do something you've never done before! Okay, Pete, pull down your underpants."
With nothing left to do but do it, and with Linda's words ringing in my ears, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband and slowly exposed myself to them. I didn't do it slowly to be sexy or tantalizing; I did it slowly because I thought I would pass out if I moved any faster. When my underwear hit the floor, I stepped out of each leg, then looked up to see my audience staring at my body.
Everyone was silent for what seemed like hours. I saw them looking at me - looking at my cock, then looking up at my eyes, then glancing away nervously, then looking again. All except Fran, that was: she stared at me, running her eyes up and down my body like a buyer checking out a new car. Finally, she broke the silence: "My God, this is GREAT!" she declared, and that let loose a wave of comments from all three of Linda's guests. I won't go into the details; suffice to say that they commented on EVERY part of me. The most humiliating part was that not one of them spoke TO me - they all talked ABOUT me. It was as if I had no feelings - as if it simply didn't matter what they said about me in my presence. Some things they said were complimentary, others were critical; no one paid the least attention to ME, just to my body.
"C'mon over here, Pete - I want to take a closer look." Again, Fran was the one who spoke up, though everyone moved closer as I stepped forward. Fran made me feel like she had bought me; I felt like a piece of meat, or a slave. As I took a few steps toward her, my cock shriveled up completely; standing in front of them, it was at their eye-level, and the attention was more than it could bear!
"Don't you want to see his ass, too?" Linda asked, helpfully. They all said yes, so she instructed me to turn around. Even though I couldn't see them, I imagined all their eyes on me, and I felt myself blushing.
So, I paraded - front and back - before each of Linda's guests. My cock grew and shrank, based on the tone and content of their comments, and again, I began to breathe a little in spite of my exposure. Linda asked me to get refills for everyone's drinks, so I picked up their glasses and headed for the kitchen.
The minute I turned the corner, I heard the living room explode in a wave of laughter, whispers and comments. Any comfort I had felt over the last few minutes disappeared as I listened; not only did they talk about my body, they talked about how embarrassing it must be for me. When they did, Linda (always the helpful one) said they were welcome to embarrass me as much as they wanted; I was there for them to enjoy. "Wait until you see him jerk off," she said. "You'll love the faces he makes!"
Trying not to spill the drinks, I returned to our guests. As I had been instructed, I pulled up a chair in front of them and tried to act as if there was nothing unusual about me sitting nude in front of four women. Linda said they could ask me anything they wanted, and this time it was Rachel who said, "I could never do what you're doing. I'd be so embarrassed, I'd die."
Not that I could have answered anyway, but her words dug into my gut and drew a shudder, a groan and an instant erection from me. She stared at my now-waving cock and said, "Wow, Linda was right - you really do get off on being embarrassed, don't you?"
Before I could answer, she said, "Now that you're hard, stand up and let us see your stuff." I stood up, and my erect penis was only inches from her face. "It's been 21 days since you came, huh? I guess that explains the stuff leaking out of you now."