Pleasure and Denial 2 - Sweet Release

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I sat on my knees, naked and horny, waiting for a response. After receiving an incredible blowjob from yours truly, Eric was toying with the idea of giving me a release.

“Yeah, I’d say you earned it,” he finally said. There was a wide grin on his face, which told me there was probably more to this than I anticipated. He stood from the bed, then went to retrieve the key to my dick.

“Really?” I asked. I had hoped for this, but I didn’t actually expect it.

“Definitely,” he replied. He returned with the key, then ordered me to lie down on the bed. “Before I unlock you though, there’s something else I need to do.”

“What do you mean?”

My boyfriend flashed a smile, but said nothing. Instead, he dipped under the bed. I began to wonder what he was doing, but then it clicked. Suddenly he was back, a grin on his face, ropes in hand. “Can’t have you resisting, now can I?”

“Of course not,” I muttered. I was beyond horny at this point, and seeing the ropes got me excited. Tied down or not, I was about to be unlocked.

Eric began with my right wrist, wrapping the rope around it several times before binding me to the bedpost. He worked his way around the bed, tying one ankle, then the other, ending with my left wrist. My boyfriend finished the last knot and gave it a tug, then nodded with satisfaction. “Now for the fun part,” he said with a mischievous look on his face.

I tested my constraints, feeling both excited and nervous when I met resistance. I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction before the ropes became taught. My body was spread out like a starfish, restrained to the bed, ready for whatever my boyfriend wanted to do to it.

The key was in his fingers. He climbed onto the bed between my spread legs and inserted it into the lock. He turned it, gingerly removed the cage, then leaned over and placed everything on the nightstand. My dick immediately sprang to life, finally free after several days of being unable to get hard.

“Someone’s excited,” my boyfriend teased.

“I’m so horny,” I whispered.

“Good,” Eric replied. He climbed forward, dangling his now-flaccid dick in my face. “Open,” he ordered.

I opened my mouth and accepted it, sucking on it for a moment. I had just blown him moments ago, but that didn’t mean I was done serving him. I was never done serving him.

He pulled out unexpectedly a second later. A string of spit spanned the gap between his huge cock and my mouth, thinning in the air until it broke. Then he squatted down and teabagged me, dragging his balls across my face.

“Mmmm,” I mumbled. Eric knew me all too well. A little degrading treatment made me hornier than I could put into words.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re such a slut, Bobby. You’re nothing but a cock-sucking whore.”

My dick throbbed, oozing out precum onto my stomach, finally free from its tight cage. “Yes,” I exhaled.

Eric leaned over, his balls still in my face, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. I listened as he squirted some in his hand, then he climbed back down to sit between my legs once more.

“Fuuuck,” he muttered as he grabbed my dick. His lube-covered hand felt cool to the touch. It had been several days since I felt any sort of stimulation down there, and just a simple touch sent a shiver down my spine.

“That feels so good,” I said.

“I bet,” he replied. He began to stroke it, his one fist practically covering the entire length. My boyfriend shook his head. “It always shocks me how small you are.”

My jaw dropped. I immediately felt the heat as blood rushed to my cheeks, the embarrassment showing on my face.

Eric smirked. “What?” he taunted. “Surely you know how pathetic it is.” He grabbed his own dick and positioned it next to mine to compare. “Look. I’m not even hard and I’m twice your size.”

I didn’t know what to say. But despite the mockery - or more likely because of it - my dick was harder than ever.

My boyfriend noticed as much. He grinned, giving my dick a squeeze. “I should keep this locked more often, don't you think?”

“No,” I said desperately.

“We’ll see. It’s not really up to you, is it?”

“No,” I said again, this time more timidly.

Eric stroked me a few more times. The feeling of his hand on my dick, the grip, the jerking motion, it all felt amazing. I began thrusting into his fist, desperate for a release after being denied for these past few days. It seemed like that release was rapidly approaching, but then I saw Eric’s eyes light up as a new idea sprouted in his mind. One hand still held my dick. He raised the other, then gently grazed the head with an open palm.

“Fuck!” I shouted. His soft touch drove me wild. I bucked my hips, pulling at my restraints.

“What’s the matter?” Eric said. “Can’t take a little tease?”

“No, it’s just- AH!” I yelped. “It’s so sensitive!”

His palm rubbed back and forth against the head, causing my whole body to jolt from the overstimulation. I squirmed in place, wriggling and writhing but unable to escape it. I let out a pathetic noise, less of a moan and more of a high-pitched squeal. It felt like everything was dialed to an eleven.

“Please, Eric!” I shouted.

“Aw,” he said mockingly. “Don’t you want to cum?”

“Yes, but not like this!”

“How then?” His hand slid back and forth across the sensitive tip, leaving me unable to think as I squirmed under his control.

“Jerk me off! Please! Fuck! I’m begging you!”

He flashed a wicked smile. “If you say so.”

The torture finally stopped. He focused solely on stroking me now, jerking my cock rapidly, getting me closer and closer to the point of no return. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

He did the exact opposite. His hand let go. The pleasure that was building suddenly halted. “Hmm,” Eric teased. “How do I want to end this?”

“Let me cum,” I begged. “Please.” I tugged against the ropes, pulling my arms and legs but unable to touch myself. I was completely at his mercy.

“I could give you another ruined orgasm,” Eric said. He watched for my reactions as he ran through different options, enjoying the game of it, taking pleasure in my desperation. “Or maybe I’ll jerk you off and I just won’t stop. I can make you squirm under me, jerking you long after you’ve finished cumming.”

“No!” I pleaded. “Just a normal orgasm. Please, Eric.” I was so unbelievably horny. I needed this orgasm to be a good one.

He paused for a moment. To my surprise, he didn’t shut that one down. “Okay,” he said. “But it’s gonna cost you.”

“I don’t care,” I said. I’d pay the price, surely. But in the moment, any cost seemed worth it to me.

With our deal struck, Eric took hold of my dick and proceeded to give me the best orgasm I would receive for a long time to come.