James is releasing you from the horse. You flinch as the studs on his rubber gauntlets scrape over your sore arse. You have a suspicion that he did it on purpose -he seems even less pleased than last time.

“Get on here.”

‘Here’ is a hospital gurney. He straps your arms down by your sides, out of reach of your cock, and your legs to the bottom end. They are not far apart, but the many leather straps prevent you from moving them at all. In fact, by the time he’s finished you can’t move a muscle anywhere.

“I vish I had ze time to edge you again,” he grumbles, “but Master Jeff needs my presence.” He pauses, then makes a kind of harumph sound. “Vell he can vait a few minutes.”

He sits down and, after pouring a lake of lube onto his rubber-gloved hands, take your cock in one. You shiver with lust at the feeling; this man may be grumpy, but he has a wonderful touch.

Holding your cock at the base with one hand to keep it pulled down, he begins to work on the head with the fingers of the other. Lightly and smoothly the shiny black rubber glides over your glans. He already knows that, like most other guys, your frenulum is particularly sensitive, but you can feel that he’s looking for more. Something that will guarantee that you can’t stop yourself from cumming.

There is indeed a technique that will do this, but you keep it to yourself – you have no intention of telling him what it is.

He brings you to the edge several times, but doesn’t seem satisfied. He shakes his head. “Zere must be somezing. Somezing zat vill do it. Make you lose control...”

Thankfully he doesn’t find it before he has to go.

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