Twelve Orgasms

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The ball dropped. Fireworks could be heard outside. But I ignored all that. Instead, I looked to my master. “Please?” I whispered.

He looked at me, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Already?” he said with a laugh. “Are you serious?”

We were at a New Year’s party, surrounded by friends, but there was only one thing on my mind. “Yes,” I said quietly. “Please, Sir?”

Conner fingered the chain hanging around his neck, gently twisting it back and forth in his hand. “Tommy… You know you only get twelve, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m aware of the rules.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking amused. “You say that now. You remember how last year went, don’t you?”

As if I needed a reminder. “I do,” I said softly. Last year I used all twelve by June, which led to my current situation: six months without a single orgasm.

I suppose I should explain. See, Connor and I had a fun little arrangement between the two of us. Most of the time, my boyfriend owned me. He owned my dick, my ass, my mouth… anything he wanted, it was his. And I absolutely loved it. But in exchange for giving myself to him, he allowed me a small amount of freedom: in a single year, I was permitted to cum twelve times.

Twelve orgasms. I could use them whenever I wanted. It sounded great in theory, but it was brutal in practice. The smart thing to do would be to pace myself. I could spread them out over the course of the year, never having to be denied for too long. But it was so damn hard to restrain myself.

“You’re sure, then?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Very well. Follow me.”

With my confirmation and Connor’s permission, we split off from the main party to find somewhere more private. I could hardly contain my excitement; it had been far, far too long since the last time I came. I followed my boyfriend down the stairs to the basement bathroom. The host had said we could use this one if the other bathroom were occupied, and while this definitely wasn’t what he meant, we didn’t feel too bad about sneaking off.

Connor locked the door behind us. “Let’s see it, then.”

“Yes, Sir,” I muttered. I unfastened my belt, then made quick work of the button and zipper. In seconds, my pants were around my ankles. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, then slid them off and dropped them to the floor.

“Wowwww, you really are desperate! Look at that thing!” Connor stooped down and got on one knee, eye-level with my dick. He reached up and grabbed me by the balls, his touch sending shivers through me. “Six months… I can hardly believe it.” He reached for the chain around his neck and removed it. On the chain hung a small, nondescript key. “I suppose you want me to unlock you, huh?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Yes, please.” My dick was straining in its cage, bursting at the seams. It knew how close it was to freedom, and it couldn’t wait for a little time outside its tiny prison.

Conner chuckled. He inserted the key, but before unlocking it, he looked up at me again. “Just know that this doesn’t excuse you from your responsibilities tonight. Understood?”

“Of course, Sir! Your needs come first, always.”

That seemed to please him. “Good answer,” he said. Then he twisted the key in the lock and gently removed my cage.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I gently took hold of my penis, savoring the sensation of touch that I’d been deprived for so long.

“How’s it feel?”

“Sooo good.” I slowly stroked myself, oohing and ahhing while my master watched. He rubbed his hand over his growing bulge, enjoying the show I was putting on for him. I wanted to drag it out, to make this opportunity last, but after so long without any stimulation I was already getting close. I backed off, letting my swollen cock recover for a moment.

“What’s the matter?” he teased. “You’re not close already, are you?”

I nodded. I was hornier than ever, but I could hardly enjoy it when it took barely anything to reach the edge. “I just need a second,” I explained.

I saw a smirk spread across his face. He was still kneeling in front of me, sitting back on his heels. “Too bad,” he said.

“What do you m-”

Before I could finish, Connor leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth.

“Ah! Master! Please, not yet!”

Connor ignored me, sucking my throbbing cock and intent on making me cum. I was already near the edge, holding back with everything I had.

“Fuuuck, it feels so good,” I grunted. “Please, Sir. I’m so- ah! close. Please, I wanna enjoy it longer!”

I could tell he was smiling, even with my dick in his mouth. His tongue twisted and twirled. His lips were wrapped tightly around my swollen cock. As he blew me, Connor reached up and grabbed me by the balls. He fondled them with one hand, gripping and tugging on them ever so gently, driving me wild. I felt like I was going to explode.

“Ah- mmm- f- fuck,” I whimpered. I felt pathetic. Less than five minutes out of the cage, and already I was in this state.

Just when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, Connor paused the blowjob. He glanced up at me with a greedy, wet smile. “Sorry,” he said. “Couldn’t help myself. It’s not often I get to suck dick, considering my boyfriend’s cock is usually trapped in a cage.” Though he was no longer sucking, he continued to stroke me. Gently, hardly touching it, but just enough to keep me near the edge. I took short and quick breaths, shuddering every time he grazed the tip.

“It’s- mmf- okay,” I forced out. I could barely think anymore. The pressure inside was so intense, like a building wave that was about to crash. “Can you make me cum?” I whispered.

Connor’s grin widened. “Absolutely.” He dove back in, taking my cock into his mouth once more.

“Oh FUCK! Don’t stop! I’m gonna- I’m gonna- aH!” I bucked my hips and exploded, shooting my load straight into my boyfriend’s mouth. My dick pulsed and throbbed. Pleasure coursed through me. For the first time in six months, I finally got to experience the sweet bliss of an orgasm.

Connor swallowed every last drop. By the time we were done, my cock had gone limp. He let it drop from his mouth and licked his lips, then reached for the cage on the floor. “How was that?” he asked as he began putting my cage back on.

“Amazing,” I breathed. I was at a loss for words. I finally got to cum… Months and months of pent-up horniness, finally released.

My boyfriend looked happy with himself. With everything in place, he locked my dick up and put the key back around his neck. Then he stood up and pecked me on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Now it’s my turn to enjoy myself,” he added. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around so that I was facing the mirror. “Remember what I said earlier? You’ve still got your responsibilities to take care of. Cumming doesn’t change that.”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

“Good boy.” He pushed me forward, bending me over the bathroom sink. Then he grabbed my asscheeks, spread them apart, and spat directly on my hole. I heard him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Happy New Year, slut.” Then he pushed his dick into me.