Animalistic Fluid Free Slave Orgasms

As you may have seen, last week I posted a picture of Jack’s striped ass on Twitter. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that pic has come to be one of my absolute favorites I have ever taken of him. It’s a beautiful picture, but they day it was taken represents about 45 minutes of the best non sex I think I may have ever had.

You may have noticed I have been missing a bit lately and that is because work travel, though all domestic, has recently been at or above the pre pandemic levels. I have been gone non-stop and Jack and I have had to just adjust as we try to merge my schedule, his “I have a teenager playing multiple sports” soccer dad jumble, and Axel’s new hybrid work schedule that is flexible to the point one never knows when he will show up with mine and sometimes it’s just doesn’t gel like it needs to. But, we persevere and find an new hours here and there to make things be just fine.

Back to that picture and, more importantly, what is 45 minutes of non-sex sex? Well, let me lengthily explain. 

On busy days when Jack can be with me for a bit, he is usually on the floor of my office either underneath me rubbing my legs or just simply locked to the wall doing mundane things like folding towels, crawling around cleaning the floors by hand (fyi, Jack, they need it again) or just serving as a place to prop up my feet for a long zoom. It’s funny now because I have gotten a new AI webcam that tracks movement, which is excellent because I love to walk and talk, BUT, now when Jack crawls in and out, we have to make sure he is very low or I have to briefly lose video, because while they might love what they see, his naked slave self is not something I want colleagues to know. Of course, the saddest part about this is that I rather enjoy that. It says a lot about me when THAT is the edge of life for wildness and adventure for me, but, I am old and boring and fine with that.

All of that that to say that, lately, almost all of our play is when I get up, pull the window blinds down and have him get into his position in my lap – our starting and end point when engaged in such activities. On the day last week this picture was taken, he said to me “Master, I need your pain today. It’s been a long week. I have a long day tomorrow. I just need you to center me and help me feel you all day.” I told him I had to think about it (while trying to hide my smile) and told him to go grab the paint stick, a $29 rubber stick from Mr. S that is AMAZING. Before we started I told him that I was not going to be gentle, that I was going to hurt but not harm him, and that I wanted to look in his eyes as he took, what I planned, would be the strongest beating he would have had. To do this, I made him lay on his back on the floor, spread his legs the best he could while having his knees above his shoulder line the entire time. For me, sitting on the floor next to him, I had a perfect view of his eyes and then had almost a very flat playing field as his ass and the back of his thighs were parallel to the floor. He had a heavy chrome plug in that day, the end of which was quite visible, just appearing in and out as he breathed. It was a delicious view and one I am still thinking about almost a week later as I sit in an airport club in New York at 5am just being the weird guy in the blue hat smiling alone in the corner.

With that in front of me, I hit him. Then I hit him again. I told him I was going to take this further than we ever had and that he had that one chance to say no. He said “you own me, Master. My pain is FOR you so please hurt me to your liking.” Fuck. I can still hear those words in my head.  So, for the next 10 minutes or so I was busy though I would allow him pauses to breathe and adjust from time to time. When that part was over, I sat back down legs crossed, slapped my thighs and said “come here boy” and he quickly got into his docking position on my lap. While this is the time I usually comfort him, this time I chose to bite his nipples while using my fingernails to to begin to scratch his freshly reddened ass making it more red and a bit more sore. He asked me for a deep kiss, but I said no because he had not earned it yet. He offered to blow me, which I rebuked because, he offered. I take that when I want it so the gesture went unrecognized. I used one of our codewords that, in his mind, makes his plug rapidly expand while also using a second one that, in his mind, gags him with an inflatable gag taking away his ability to speak. And, while that happened, I pushed more and more and scratched at his ass and thighs. 

It was then he screamed, well, not really a scream but a long, deep, moan. It was a Southern accented deep voiced groan that grew deeper and deeper until all he could do was make animal sounds while telling me with his eyes how much more he wanted. Then, he grabbed my hand and made me scratch him more, harder and deeper. This all reached a peak and, when he could take no more, his body simply started shaking, as if it was trying to shake his heart rate down while also releasing a fluid free orgasm that, literally, took his breath away.

It was an amazing experience and, for the traditionally orgasm free boy of more than two and a half years, it was a fascinating release. I could not have been more proud of him that day and, now, every time I see that picture I smile knowing what he took for me and how it literally made him shake with pleasure.