Widdlebabylukie

As a first year at university, He had identified as straight - but acknowledged to Himself, if not others, that He was open to letting another guy suck His dick and might even be down to fuck a dude.

It was a surprise, then, when He found Himself at a festival, naked, squatting down to suck a Stranger’s cock.

The festival has begun like many others, but soon after arriving, He met a young Man named Damien. He was from Paris and exuded confidence and strength. He was the definition of an Alpha and drew the attention and admiration of everyone He encountered.

As He continued to hang out with Damien and His Friends, He began to feel something He hadn’t felt before. It was a profound desire to submit Himself to Damien - to serve Him. He wanted to worship at Damien’s feet, and He yearned to be commanded by Him.

For reasons He could not explain, He admitted this to Damien. Damien smiled and replied in His thick French accent, “this is no surprise. It is as it should be, yes? You are a little faggot and want to please your betters, yes?”

At this moment, it struck him like a brick wall - he was g sure what he was, but he knew he did want to serve, worship, and obey Damien. And he said so.

Damien again smiled.

“You are a good little faggot, but I’m not certain you are ready to serve me.”

He shook his head pleadingly, begging Him to give him a chance.

Damien looked down and said, “you want to worship me, yes? Okay, take off your clothes and kneel before me. Worship at my feet, my little faggot”.

Without thinking, he stripped and dropped to His knees. Leaning forward, he began to kiss His feet. At first, he was taken aback by the subtle, almost sweet scent emanating from His leather sandals; soon he was surprised to realize that he loved the smell of Damien’s feet and began to bury his nose between His toes - hoping to breathe in His scent.

Seeing this, Damien removed His feet from His sandals and pressed His bare, sweaty feet against his face, lips, and nose. He didn’t delay and inhaled deeply as he began to lick every inch of Damian’s bare feet - sucking on His toes - with a fervor he hadn’t ever experienced.

He was confused by this turn of events, but somehow felt greater clarity than he had ever felt before. This was right and, as if to punctuate this fact, his cock was now fully erect as he continued to worship Damien.

Moments later, Damien slipped His sandals back on and stood up. He looked up at Damien with pleading eyes - wondering if he had displeased Him somehow.

“Come with me, little faggot, let us see how good of a faggot you are” said Damien - leading him outside the tent to a small group of Men. “Hello boys, I have a present for you - a new little faggot for you to break in.”

Damien’s announcement was met with hoots and laughter from the group of Men, but he was uncertain and said beseeching, “Damien, I’m not sure I can do this? I’m not really gay or into Guys…I mean, I want to worship and serve You…but I don’t think I can do this…”

Damien shook His head disapprovingly, “you cannot serve me if you do not obey me. You must prove to me that you are a good enough little faggot to serve me. You must show me you are worthy to serve and worship me.”

As He shook His head and began to walk away, he squatted down and shouted, “I must obey Damien, who wants to use me?”

Damien stopped and turned around - watching is a Man from the group stepped forward, pushed down His waistband, and whipped out His soft uncut dick. As he took the Man’s cock into His mouth, the Man chugged a beer and then began fucking his throat.

After He finished and came down his throat, he proceeded to suck and swallow 7 more Men - all for the glory of Damien and in full obedience to Him. Damien watched as he guzzled load after load before ultimately walking over to him and pulling out His own magnificent cock.

He looked up at Damien - locking eyes with Him in complete submission - as he began to suck Damien’s cock. He sucked for at least 15 minutes before Damien pulled out of his mouth, leaned down, and whispered “I don’t like to nut down your throat…I will nut in your pussy…come with me.”

He stood up, his cock perhaps the hardest it had ever been and walked through the crowds - naked and erect as people stared and laughed - and followed Damien to a secluded tent near the festival’s perimeter.

Once inside, Damien undressed, sat on a sofa, and began to stroke His cock. Without being asked, he took position between His legs and began to tongue His ass, taint, and balls. The scent of His manly musk and ripe, sweaty ass was intoxicating as he continued to tongue lash His crotch and ass.

Once Damien was fully erect, He motioned to get up and straddle Him. Without words, he obeyed. Damien squeezed his ass and slapped his asscheeks. He then spit onto His fingers and slid them between his cheeks. He moaned uncontrollably as he felt Damien’s thick, strong fingertips massage His saliva into his faghole. Be spit again and lubricated His cock before saying in a commanding voice, “sit on my cock and ride me, little faggot.”

He felt Damian’s warm, fleshy cock head press against his asshole. Damien was easily 8 solid inches of uncut cock. He was girthy too - as thick as his wrist. His cock would be challenging for a seasoned faggot, but he was committed to serving Damien and wouldn’t fail in his duty.

As he lowered onto His cock - the weight of his body helping to push the tip of Damien’s cock inside his virgin faghole - he winced and inhaled deeply with pain. It was a searing pain that pulsated and spread throughout his ass and torso. He pressed forward and felt it as the head of Damien’s cock pierced his sphincter. He let out a soft scream as he slid fully onto Damien’s erection.

He felt Damien’s cock split him open - stretching open his hole and tearing His ass lips. It was extremely painful but he felt great joy and satisfaction once the full dimension of Damien’s cock was firmly planted balls-deep inside him.

“That’s a good little faggot, yes? Do you like feeling my cock inside you…filling you?”

He nodded and moaned as the waves of burning pain were slowly replaced by a satisfying fullness. He began to ride Damien - his ass sliding up and down Damien’s shaft. Soon after, Damien placed His strong hands on his hips and began thrusting into him - His balls bouncing as He plowed away at his virgin fagcunt.

Damien fucked him for an hour - fucking him in multiple positions - before positioning him on all fours. The head of Damien’s cock teased his hole as he waited ass up and head down. With a single thrust, Damien slid into his now loosened faghole and began to mercilessly pound away - beating up his insides as all 8+ inches of thick, rockhard cockmeat wrecked his innards.

Damien grunted as droplets of His sweat rained down on his back; he moaned uncontrollably as Damien’s cock pummeled his pussy. After an hour of continuous fucking, Damien grunted loudly, yelling “fuck faggot, I’m cumming now!”

With that, Damien slammed His cock home - deeper than before - and let loose a torrent of hot ejaculate. His cock twitched and spasmed inside him - pulsating as streams of cum flooded his guts. He had never been fucked before, let alone bred, and he was surprised when he felt the warmth and sensation of fullness as Damien pumped him full of His load.

Damien grunted as His cock unloaded. After 30 seconds, the pulsations ceased and Damien slowly pulled out. His cock was already growing soft by the time the tip of His cock exited his butthole. It was glistening with cum mingled with his assjuice. A small droplet of cum hung precariously like a translucent pearl from the tip of His penis and he quickly lapped it up with his tongue before taking Damien’s soft cock into his mouth - using his throat to suck it clean.

Damien sighed and sat back on the sofa as he sucked on His spent cock. Moments later, as he continued to suck on Damien’s dick, he felt a hot stream of a strong, salty fluid flowing from the tip of his penis. He realized instantly what it was and, far from being disgusted, realized that he wanted to swallow anything and everything that came from Damien and besides, he was surprised to realize he actually like the taste of Damien’s fresh piss.

Damien sighed as He relieved Himself down his faggot’s throat, “good little faggot…I like to take a piss after fucking and you are saving me a trip to the toilets.” He sighed again, “ahhhh… you liked this, yes? You will be my little faggot always?”

“Daddy, nooo! I don´t want to go to bed now! It´s sooo unfair, I want to play more…”

Like every evening the lil guy is moody that he have to go to bed so early.

Can we see you with your belt and your zipper open?

This I have.... 🤣... 🤐🤐🤐🤐...

"- Hmm, what’s that I’m smelling? Looks like bath time will be happening a bit earlier today! Has your numnums babyfood made its way down into your pants already little boy?

- N…nuh-uh Dadda, I’m wearing big boy sweatpants so I didn’t go in my diapee, it’s for kiddos! I’m a manly man!

- Oh yeah? Can you remind me why you’re wearing those so-called "big boy sweatpants" again?

- …

- Hmm? Come on, tell me big guy!

- Because I went peepee this morning… 😳

- No. Not because you went peepee. Because you were being naughty rubbing your diapee after going peepee, that’s the difference. And what happened once Daddy caught you?

- It leaked Daddy…

He shifts his weight on my lap. I watch him scroll Reddit over his shoulder. “There’s nothing interesting on there, baby. We already read all the good posts today. You’re just looking for something because you’re tired.”

“Mmm,” he mumbles. I can hear a very quiet, wet noise and I know he’s sucking on his fingers.

I squeeze him. “You don’t want to listen, but it’s time for bed. You’re going to feel better once we get you in bed.” I reach my hands down to his lower belly and sneak them up under his sweater.

“Too cold…”

“I’m just checking your undies, okay?” I undo his fly and pull on the waistband of his briefs. “You’re a little bit wet, honey. You’ve been sitting here for a while. I bet you need to go pee.”

He shakes his head. “Come on, dude. I know you’ve been holding it. And you’re getting sleepy now, and it’s probably getting harder to hold. Do you need to go pee?”

“A little bit…”

“Did you realize you were leaking a little bit?”

He shakes his head.

“Your pants are a little wet,” I reiterate. “Are you feeling tired and warm and little?”

“Mmm…”

“Do you need your pull-up?”

He clicks on a Reddit post and scrolls down to the comments.

“I think you need a pull-up on, okay?” I reach out and close his laptop. “Come on. Let’s get up and go get ready for bed.”

I heave him off me.

“I do need to pee,” he says quietly as he stands up. He rubs one foot over the top of the other through his socks, shifting his weight.

“Yeah, I told you. Come on, let’s go to the bathroom and you can do that and then we can get a pull-up on you, okay?”

A little whine escapes him on the way to the bathroom. It sounds involuntary and I know what it means. When we get to the bathroom, there’s a visible wet spot on his pants.

“You can’t hold it anymore. That’s proof you’re too tired to still be in underwear.” I lift the lid of the toilet and he hesitates, one hand squeezing the hem of his sweater.

“Do you want to go in the potty,” I ask, “or do you need your pull-up now?”

“I want to go in my pull-up,” he says quietly.

“Okay, let’s get that on you.” I open the bottom drawer and set one on the counter before turning back and undoing his fly again. Goosebumps spread across his thighs as soon as I pull his pants down and he shivers. “Oh, we need to turn the heat up a little bit, don’t we?”

I help him step into the pull-up, his arms on my shoulders. “Do you want your pants back on?” He nods. “You like these warm, corduroy pants, don’t you? We need to get you another pair before you wear these ones out.” I pull his pants all the way up and do his fly again.

I put the toilet lid back down and sit on top of it. “Come over here.” I pull him onto my lap again. “Are you leaking?”

“Mhm…” I can hear his fingers in his mouth again. “I’m peeing.”

“Okay, just let me know when you’re done and we’ll get you a new pull-up and we can go to bed.”

“Am I wasting it?”

“No, baby, you aren’t wasting it; you’re using it. You need to wear one right now, and that’s okay.”

“I just know they cost you money. And I feel bad.”

“Shh, sh. You’re just a little sensitive right now because you’re little. It’s okay, honey. You need them and I’m going to keep buying them for you as long as you need them.”

He shifts his weight on my lap, rubbing his bottom on me. The pull-up crinkles under his pants and the corduroy makes that little zip-zip as it rubs against my jeans.

“Are you all done?” No answer. “Do you think you’re all done?”

“I can’t tell. I think I need to go the other way.” His voice is very quiet and shy.

“Which way, honey?”

“The way that kind of feels like peeing, too…”

“Ohh…do you mean you want to cum, baby?”

I lean my head on his shoulder and press my cheek against his neck as he nods, face warm.

“I don’t like calling it that.”

“I know, baby. But that’s the word I use, and that’s the word I understand. But I get why you say it feels like needing to pee. Is that confusing when you’re sleepy and little?”

He nods. “It feels kind of the same so sometimes I’m not sure which one I need to do.”

“Well, you’re finished peeing.” I rub my hand over the crotch of his pants. “And you’re a little hard under your pull-up. Do you feel that?” I take his hand and help him cup his crotch. He squirms, squeezing his thighs together.

“Okay, do you want me to do this?” I start to massage him gently and he pushes up into my hand.

His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a muffled grunt. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Why are your sorry?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you feel bad that you like this? It’s okay, baby. Is it hurting anyone to want me to put my hand down here when you’re needy and wet?”

He shakes his head.

“It doesn’t hurt anybody. Look, there’s nobody else even in the room.” I help him undo his fly again so that I can rub his bulge through his pull-up.

“I don’t wanna get pee on your hand,” he says.

“It’s okay. It wouldn’t be the first time. Shh, shh.” I start to rock him as I push the palm of my hand over the front of his pull-up.

“I’m gonna go,” he says quietly. “I’m really close.” His breath hitches in his throat again.

“Are you trying to be quiet? Don’t hold your breath, honey, we talked about this. Breathe, okay?”

He takes a deep, shuddering breath in and I can feel his chest rising. He moans a little as he exhales.

“I’m going to go,” he says again. “I’m almost leaking again.”

I help him through it as he whines, pushing back against my hand.

“There. Do you feel better?”

He leans his head back against my shoulder, panting.

“Are you ready to sleep now?”

“Mhm,” he says. I pull him to his feet. His eyes are half-closed.

“I bet you need me to brush your teeth for you. You look so sleepy.” I help him get up on the counter. “Teeth first and then we’ll get you a new pull-up, okay?”

His head starts to fall forward and I gently lean it back. One of his hands has wandered to the swollen front of his pull-up and is squeezing and rubbing it gently.

“Baby, you’re still sensitive down there. Don’t give yourself a rash, okay? You can do that in bed once we have the new pull-up on.”

Eventually the boredom in the darkness and silence of the room will take hold and you will eventually drift to sleep. 

You may be restless all night, your body tugging against the straps as you dream of bondage. You might sleep soundly, only to awaken occasionally, your mind slowly realizing that you are bound to the bed. 

Morning will eventually arrive and you’ll find yourself awake, still affixed exactly as you were the evening before. You’ll test the limits of your restraints once more, finding no relief. You might get a morning erection, but your hands are placed too far away to do anything about it. If you are like me, your hard-on will be short lived as the sensation to take a piss takes over. If your keeper was smart, he will have planned ahead, securing a thick adult diaper on you the night before so he can sleep-in without interruption from you.  It’s very difficult to take a piss while lying down on your back…even when you really have to go…but given enough time, eventually you’ll go.

(The Baileys Ejaculator is a slender, 4 inch metal rod.  It's original and intended use is to be inserted into the ass of a goat or ram, turned on, delivering a short burst of non-painful electricity in a pulse to the prostate.  When done properly after a few cycles of on and off; it results in an involuntary ejaculation and is used for extracting semen from the animals for insemination.  While there are larger devices uses for cattle and horses, the Bailey's is designed for smaller animals and is less powerful.  The Baileyes just happens to also be the correct size and strength to have an identical effect on a human male.)

I was strapped to the padded bench, face down.  My ankles were restrained securely with leather rings attached tightly to the table with a chain; my wrists were similarly and equally restrained tightly.

Leather straps secured my calves, my thighs, my lower back, the middle of my back and behind my shoulders on my upper back.  Additional leather strips were woven around my biceps and forearms; all tightly laced through holes in the table beneath me.  I could not move any part of my body more than a 1/4 inch other than wiggle my toes and fingers.

My arms were restrained out and above my head; and my legs were spread apart as wide as the table allowed them to be.  The cheeks of my ass spread open, forced apart by the position of my legs, exposing my sweet spot, the cheeks only barely covering my hole.

My dick and balls hung heavily down, through a hole cut into the padded table below, leaving them exposed and vulnerable.  My eyes were blindfolded with a bandanna and then a hood pulled over my head that came to just above my nose.  Inside my mouth was stuffed a used jockstrap.

My dick was fully erect and aroused as it hung below, pointing down and outward and my balls hung pendulously, very loose in their sack.  I could feel a slight movement of air on them, teasingly.  It had been 9 days since I last ejaculated or orgasmed and I could feel the back up of sperm and semen inside me, desperate to be released.

Rodney moved around me, checking my restraints a final time; before I heard him removing his jeans.  I waited tense, and after a moment I felt his rigid dick brushing against my face as he rubbed his hot dick flesh agaist my cheeks dominantly.  I felt the slime of his pre-cum ooze onto my nose, leaving a gooey trail behind as he pulled back.

I heard him move under the table, and then felt a tickling on my balls.  A feather.  My dick throbbed in response to the touch and I felt a surge of pre-cum pulse from my swollen dick head and drool out.  Although I couldn't see anything I knew it would soon dangle off the tip of my penis in a clear, sticky strand to drip down into the bowl that Rodney had placed under where my dick hung down.

The feather continued to tickle my balls, delicately, lightly and teasingly.  It felt agonizingly good, as it rubbed seductively across the smooth nut sac so full of sperm.  It seemed forever that the feather only flickered on my nuts, but was probably more like 20 minutes, before it traveled underneath my balls and upwards slightly to the sweet spot above.

My dick was rigid and bloated with need, straining in the open air for touch, any touch, even a slight touch would be enough to allow it to spew out my pent up load.

The feather moved slowly back onto my balls and teasted the base of my dick where it met my nads.  It flicked and tickled, then was pulled back only to repeat the intermitant touch again and again.  My cock was throbbing constantly now, pulsing on it's own and contracting internally.  I might be able to get off even without it being touched I thought.

The feather had been seducing my sex organs for a full 45 minutes now and I was flexing in my restraints, trying to move, unable to do so.  Suddenly the feather slid and grazed across the underside of my dickhead right against the shaft in the most sensitive spot.

That was all it took.  With one strong contraction along with a groan from my jockstrap stuffed mouth my dick pulsed out semen.  The feather was quickly withdrawn as I felt my load, thick and heavy from not being released for so long bubble out of my dick.  It almost hurt, the semen was so thick as it gushed out of the head and I heard a wet plop as it ended up in the now-not-so-empty bowl below.

With no stimulation other than the single touch of the feather, I didn't really orgasm fully at all and only barely ejaculated.  It felt like three big, but only three pulses of semen had managed to escape from my body.  I felt no relief to the sexual tension so long built up in my body.

The feather returned and flicked three times over the same spot right underneath my dickhead and my penis responded by throbbing again.  Another 'mini ejaculation' as two more pulses of thick sperm bubbled out of the tip, again without orgasm.

I moaned long and hard in frustration into the jockstrap and heard an amused chuckle from Rodney.  The feather returned to my balls again, stimulatig and teasing but not enough to do more than continue to arouse me wickedly.

This continued for another 15 or so minutes until mercilously it ended.  My dick was still right on the edge and any touch would bring me to where I desperately wanted to be.  Instead I heard some wet noises and then a hand on my ass cheeks spreding them open.

I felt the cold plastic of the butt plug being pressed against my hole and resisted; this would only get me hotter.  The pressure was relentless though and eventually it began to slide into my ass.  It stretched as it penetrated me, wider, wider, impossibly wide; and then past the widest part it pushed.  My hole clenched tightly down at the edge now inside, involuntarily holding and trapping the impersonal plastic form inside my ass. 

My ass felt full, so very full, and each clench of my hole, squeezed the butt plug and put pressure on my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my ass, balls and dick.

I felt more liquid oozing slowly from my penis, I was unsure if it was some semen forced out from the anal pressure or just more pre-cum.  I could feel it slowly dangling wetley from my dick tip and drool down.

With the butt plug firmly lodged in my butt, hands grazed my exposed butt cheeks and ran along the sides of my body up to my arm pits, teasing them and sending shudders through my body as goosebumps rose all over.

The other hand did the same thing to the inside of my thighs, lightly teasing them and again causing my dick to throb and pulse.  I tried pressing down, getting my dick stretched further through the hole, desperate for stimulation, to no avil.

The hands stopped and I heard Rodney move back towards my head.  Again his big, thick cut dick rubbed itself over my face; I could feel the cut head pressing against me.  I felt his hands jerking his dick and quickly his sperm gushed out of his dick and pumped out onto my face; hot, wet, sticky and smelling of cum and man.

I wanted to taste it, but could only lay motionless and feel it slowly sliding down my cheeks to drip off my chin, that which didn't soak into the jockstrap.

Rodney moved away and again returned to under the table.  I felt his fingers on my balls and then he closed his fist around my nuts tightly; holding them, squeezing them but not painfully, just very tightly.  He pulled just a bit which caused a pressure between my balls and my shaft and my dick instantly erupted more sperm. 

With the first contraction Rodney abruptly let go of my balls, leaving them to flop from his grasp to hang once again, swinging loosely below.  My dick pulsed sperm, not as thickly this time in three strong contractions and again I heard the wet plop as they splashed into the bowl below.  This ejaculation too happened with no orgasm. 

Frustration washed over me.. I was being emptied of my sperm but without the accompanying orgasm, I was every bit as horny and aroused as when I started, even more and beynd that point from being stimulated without the orgasm.

My dick remained stiff and hard and still on the verge of the elusive orgasm, throbbing and twitching.

I felt Rodneys hands on the butt plug as he slowly pulled on it.  My ass involuntarily clenched tightly around it as it abruptly stretched my hole and popped loose; leaving me feeling empty.

I then felt a cold metal rod being inserted into my ass, nowhere near as big as the butt plug so it slid easily into my prone hole.  The Baileys Ejacultor; I tensed awaiting my first experience of this 'mystic' tool.  Then nothing happened for a few minutes as I waited not knowing what to expect.

All was quiet and still for a long while and then I felt a mild surge of electricity pulse deep inside my ass, right against the prostate.  It did not hurt at all, it kind of tickled from the inside if that makes sense.  I could feel the current running through my ass, through my balls.  My ass again contracted and clenched involuntarily as the muscles responded to the minor shock.

The pulse of electricity lasted about 2 seconds and then was gone.  Then nothing for a few seconds and then it was repeated in the same way.  Again, no pain at all, just a tingling deep inside connecting my ass and my balls in contraction and a pulling sensation. 

As the current was switched off this time, I felt a fullness between my ass and balls sort of like I had to pee; but not quite.  Before I had a chance to contemplate this the metal rod delivered another 2 second burst inside me and I felt my dick swell hugely like it does right before you cum and the feeling of needing to pee or release became very strong; almost uncontrollable.

Again the rod turned on and my ass and balls clenched and then I felt my dick spasm three times bobbing in the air freely and felt myself ejaculating.  It almost felt like peeing but I could tell I was not; it felt as though the sperm was literally being forced out of me, which indeed it actually was.

I had absolutely no orgasm whatsoever, not even a minor one, but my dick unloaded three more heavy pulses of sperm that drooled out to be collected in the bowl below.

I had a strange sensation of my balls being drained of sperm but my arousal only grew stronger with need to orgasm. 

After a minute, Rodney's hand suddenly gripped the bottom of my dick meat and squeezed.  "Finally" I thought I'd get an orgasm.  He began stroking just the base of my prick up and down, squeezing tightly.  My dick was sensitive and hot and flexing in his hand, but I didn't cum immediately like I thought I would.

It was like a slow buidling of pressure again towards orgasm, but slowly, so slowly, impossibly slowly even though his strokes were strong.

His hand released my dick, leaving it to swing hard below in the air and I felt another mild jolt inside my ass, again for 2 seconds then off.  Contractions deep inside again and the feeling of fullness returned.  Two more times this happened until on the final time again, right at the very edge and brink of orgasm I was suspended, no stimulation on my dick but as the electricity pulsed inside my ass, my balls contracted and semen flowed once again from my abuse dick meat.

I literally moaned and groaned into the jock in my mouth, I was so close to getting off, but even as my sperm ejaculated from my dick, the orgasm again was not quite attainable.

Even before this ejaculation was quite over the rod in my ass delivered again and again and again.  Within 15 seconds my dick was ejaculting once more as it felt almost like peeing and release but it wasn't. 

My orgasm was right there, almost..... but not quite.  Rodneys hand returned again to my dick, this time gripping the entire shaft and rapidly pumping my pole. 

I was right on the verge of orgasm, but despite the fact he was feverishly jerking my dick, I could not get over the last edge I needed.  For at least 10 minutes as he jerked and pumped my prick I hung right on the edge of being about to cum; but not quite.  It was a mixture of euphoric pleasure in that almost cumming state but also of agony of not being able to achive the final second that would release the sexual tension of my body.

His hand suddenly dropped off my dick again as I wailed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" into the jock even as I felt the rod in my ass switch on and off repeatedly.  Pressure, contractions in my ass, balls and dick and then I felt myself shooting sperm again, ejaculating, still hanging on the verge of orgasm without relief. 

Tears were streaming out of my eyes in frustation into the blindfold; my body had rarely felt so needy and abused.  My balls felt totally empty and drained of sperm, used up completely but my dick remained incredibly hard; the hormones in my body still surging uncontrollably, needing an actual orgasm to quench thier need and bring me relief.

All contact stopped and Rodney began to remove my restraints.  Surprised echoed in my eyes as he took off my blindfold last and told me "We're done here stud".  Freed now I stretched and sat up, carefully pulling my still hard dick up through the hole.  It was red, swollen and HUGE and my balls were hanging lower than I'd ever seen them before and looked drained and empty.  "But I havn't orgasmed yet" I said to him in disbeief.  "You don't get to orgasm this time buddy, feel free to try"

I laid back on the bench and wrapped my hands around my aching dick and jacked my meat with some serious strokes.  I was close to orgasm, very close, but as I stroked, no matter how I altered my techniques I remained very close to orgasm but could not get myself there. 

"Maybe this will help", Rodney said as he showed me the bowl of sperm he'd collected from my dick.  He poured half of the liquid, and there was more sperm than I'd ever imagine my poor dick could ever produce in one session, over my dick and balls, coating them with my own liquid jizz.  He poured more onto my chest, and it dribbled down and off the sides of my body then tipped the bowl to my face and it washed over my nose and lips.

My hands now slick with semen and goo I pumped my fists up and down my dick, arching my hips and playing with my jizzy soaked balls for the next 20 minutes.  No matter what I did I could not get myself off. 

Rodney just watched amused and told me "You can't orgasm buddy, I've drained you of your sperm.  It will be a while before you can cum again", and with that, we were done.  I gave up and reluctantly and sullenly got dressed, my dick never deflating; it refused to give up on getting itself relief.

The entire drive home, my dick remained stiff as a board, almost painful at this point.  Arriving home I stripped naked and laid down on the bed and jacked my pole.  For at least an hour I stroked and prodded my meat, but all I could manage was the feeling close to getting off but not quite.  Finally I gave up and collapsed and fell asleep, still naked, still hard with my own dried semen all over my nude body.  I was exhausted mentally and physically but still so horny I couldn't stand it.

I awoke a few hours later, dick hard and sticking straight up in the air.  I had no idea if I'd remained hard all the while that I slept or not.  Spitting onto my hands I stroked my dick again, trying to finally satiate the profound need my body had to orgasm.  I stroked, rubbed, and masturbated for half an hour when I felt a bit more .. a bit closer to orgasm.  My hand was literally flying up and down my dick, desperate not to loose this moment and I felt closer, my orgasm building... slowly, agonizingly slow, closer ... more and still stroking....

It seemed to take hours.. but I continued to get closer and closer until I was right on the edge, I felt like I was flaying the skin right off my dick it was so raw, but I didn't care... then finally.

I orgasmed.  My entire body shook violently as I jerked on the bed, my mouth opened to scream and incoherant jibbrish escaped my lips.  My mind hazed and I saw spots, blacking out and back in quickly.  My dick shuddered, pulsed and pleasure and more importantly RELIEF washed over my entire body in the most beautiful waves I've ever felt in my life.  It went on and on, the longest orgasm I had ever had in my life; nothing felt this good and nothing could feel this good ever agan.

As my orgasm subsided my entire body and mind came crashing down with exhaustion and that release feeling after you cum, but more intensely than I'd ever felt.  I felt 100% totally non-sexual in that moment; I never wanted sex again, the aftershock/after orgasm so strong.

I looked down at my now, finally softening dick, and saw that despite the arguably 'orgasm of my life' I had produced only a single, tiny drop of white semen; nothing more.

My mind wandered back and took in the realization of how much semen I had ejaculated into that bowl that Rodney had shown me.  At the time I had been in such dick lust it didn't register; it was A LOT of sperm.  My balls had truly been totally drained of sperm, emptied completely as that single drop of semen evidenced.

My dick shrunk and grew small now, done with this whole ordeal and I fell back asleep right where I was for the next 13 hours.  Waking up, now stiff and with my dried sperm still all over me, I hobbled to the shower to clean up.  It was 3 days before I even considered jacking off or getting off again; I guess my balls needed to replenish themselves so much.

“Leave me alone, and I’m two years older than you!”

“You’re staying in MY apartment until you find a job and this is the second time this week you’ve been wet. I remember your mom told me you had to wear pull-ups until High School so I went out this morning and bought you some. No one should be able to notice them under your cloths but when you’re around the apartment I want you to keep them visible so I can see if my little bro is wet.”

“Why the hell would I wear them during the day? Just leave me alone I’m going to take a shower.”

“Not so fast little guy. A bed wetter like you needs his Big Bro to help him in the bath to make sure he gets clean instead of just playing with his little peepee. And you’ll be wearing them during the day because I threw out your boxers. Well except for the ones you’re wearing but those will be  gone too as soon as we get you in the tub. I’ll buy you some little boy undies once you stay dry for a full month but until then…”

“Come on man please don’t do this.”

“You can either stop fussing right now OR you can go over my knee for a spanking AND I’ll send your old teammates the pictures I took while you wear sleeping last night. So what’ll it be? Will you be a good boy and let me take care of my bedwetting little bro?”