James returns. His black rubber gear rustling as he walks over to you.

He straps a tight gag onto you, then hoods you. The leather hood is tight, and has no eyeholes. You breathe in the smell and the black leather clings to your face. It feels very, very horny.

You hear James pull up a stool, and sit down.

“Now, before ze next boy gets to work on you, I sink a little edging is called for.”

Edging? Shit! You hadn’t thought about that – you assumed you were only going to be milked. You determine not to let this man discover your weaknesses. You will not let yourself respond.

Something touches your balls. Something very soft. It tickles at first, but the guy is not trying to tickle you. The feather, or whatever it is, moves lightly over your balls. It explores everywhere: the fronts, the sides, it even curls around and teases across the back.

Your cock is still hard from the biker and it gets even harder at the teasing touch.

Then the feather starts to work on your cock. Beginning at the base, it travels slowly upwards towards the head. As it passes the frenulum you feel your muscles tense as an electric buzz of intense horniness goes through you.

The feather caresses your cock for a few minutes, and then it’s gone. A moment later something cold pours onto your cock: lube!

You yell into the gag as smooth, shiny black rubber fingers grip your cock shaft lightly. The fingers glide all over it on the film of lube. Every time they touch the head you try to stop yourself from reacting as strongly as your body wants you to – but try as you might, you have no control over it. You hear quiet German laughter.

“It is no goot. I vill find all of your veaknesses. You can try, but you vill not be able to hide zem from me. Vee haff vays of making boys cum...”

The fingers linger now on the head, exploring it in more detail. You want to thrust your hips, but you manage to stop yourself.

The fingertips tease precisely around the ridges of the head, then the piss-slit, and finally the frenulum.

You strain with effort as you force yourself not reveal your weaknesses to this man.

You suddenly realise you’re on the edge of cumming. You know you must not, but the need for orgasm is too much. You prepare for the ejaculation you know is a moment away – unless, by a superhuman effort, you can manage to stop it. Come on – you have good control. Where is it now?

But the fingers are no longer there. Instead, you hear another chuckle.

“So, you are close. Zat is good. Vee vill do zis ten more times, and zen I vill send in ze next boy.”

Ten more times? You know you won’t be able to stand that!

The fingers are back, and they resume the edging...

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