Chapter Thirty-two
“Yes, so big and hard for me. Keep stroking. Maybe today you’ll ejaculate for me. I’ll have you shoot straight up like a geyser. Perhaps I’ll have my masturbator explode and hit the ceiling.”
The verbal teasing is as important as the physical taunting... that being the commands to stop, then resume, then stop.
With my Sammy remaining in the infirmary, having inmate David Moore strip and stroke has become a daily ritual. After denying him ultimate climax for the past three visits, merely offering a new plastic lock after a significant pause in hand action, I indeed shall have him ejaculate. It is Sammy’s last day of lying helplessly bound while the lactate inducing liquids siphon and the sealed glass vessels suck. So after I enjoy David’s humbling performance, I suspec
