He can remember the first time he'd heard her utter those words to him. Just thinking about that moment still sends shudders and dizzying waves of submissiveness through him.
They'd been sitting on her couch for hours and he was reeling from the hottest, steamiest, most erotic makeout session imaginable.
Deep soft kisses... her mouth sensually ravishing his neck... her tongue swirling and teasing his ear.
And most maddeningly her soft hand wrapped gently around his cock... teasing it... stroking it... petting it... keeping it agonizingly hard and aroused yet not letting him cum.
And it was then when he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "With most boys I'd have already made them cum two... three... four times by now. But, you're not like most boys, are you, sweetie?"
She'd laughed softly at his whimper, continuing to murmur in his ear, "Of course you're not baby. Boys like you don't cum, do they? They ache... they suffer... they don't release their cum, do they?..."
"Oh god...," he'd groaned.
"No, of course they don't, not boys like you," she'd continued. "They let their cum build and build... letting their balls get fuller, and heavier, achier... while their cock stays hard, desperate, and drippy..."
Sensing he was again on the brink of orgasm she pulled her hand back once more, leaving him to whimper in frustration as his once again abandoned, untouched cock was left just short of cumming.
"That's what happens to boys like you, isn't it?," she'd whispered. "They don't get to cum, do they?... they're not allowed... they don't get to make those kinds of decisions on their own... they need someone to do it for them... boys like you need someone to give them permission, don't they?"
She paused, then in a wickedly taunting voice purred, "...and I haven't given you permission, have I baby?"
"No," he'd panted, nearly breathless.
"That's right sweetie, I haven't... so you can't cum, you're not allowed. Most boys can cum whenever they want, but not you... you have to wait... you need to be patient... you need to be kept nice and close... boys like you don't get to cum... they get to be left aching to cum all the time, huh?"
Her fingers resumed just barely touching his cock... feathery light... barely even perceptible... yet in in his excruciatingly desperate condition it was enough to make him want to cum so badly he nearly started to cry.
She smiled softly at his agonized desperation, touched her lips to his ear and whispered, "It's ok honey, don't feel bad. I don't like most boys anyway... its boys like you who are my favorite."
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