Tyler was lying on the floor beside the PlayStation5 controller, one hand behind his head, blue smoke streaming from his lips as he took a hit from the spliff. Gary had just given him a sound thrashing on Mortal Kombat, and was now looking down at him smugly from the settee. Tyler stretched, closed his eyes, and sighed happily.
Gary smiled. "You've got a woody."
The boy took a moment to realise what he meant, then brought his arms down to cover his groin. "Oh. Right. Sorry about that."
"You horny?"
"Yeah."
"It's me, isn't it. I can tell."
Tyler snorted. "In your dreams. No, I'm into the second week of a challenge I set myself. Wanted to see if I could go for fourteen days without cumming."
Gary exhaled blue smoke. "Really? Why would you wanna do that?"
"It feels good. I love feeling horny all the time."
"Two weeks is a bit much, though, innit?"
"Seemed about right to me."
Gary passed the spliff back to Tyler. "You reckon you'll do it?"
"Oh yeah, no problem. If I can't, I'm gonna be pissed of with myself. But like I said, no problem."
"Right." Gary waited for the spliff to come back, then closed his eyes. He'd known Tyler since junior school and the boy had always set himself challenges of one kind or another – when he was 10 he'd vowed to himself that he'd win the hundred-yard sprint on sports day; he'd said he'd get Tracy into bed on his 16th birthday; he promised himself that he'd have a small motorbike within a year – there were others, and, to be fair, he'd done them all. This was a new one though, Gary thought. He smiled to himself. He doubted that Tyler would be able to do it. Two weeks without cumming? For a horny boy like him? Difficult.
"Wanna go to Adrian's tomorrow?" Gary asked, plucking a blackberry from a bush as they passed. It was two days later, and the boys were walking home from the gym. "His folks are away. He's got the place to himself. Booze, spliffs, chicks, and the pool."
"Sounds like a plan. I've never seen his place."
"Hey, these are sweet." He started to forage further into the bushes. "How's the no-cum thing going? You had a woody all the fucking time at the gym."
"It's not easy. But it's brilliant – everything seems horny."
"Better be careful tonight then."
"Yeah, I plan to be."
"Fuck me, look at the size of that plasma screen." Tyler's eyes were wide. Adrian's place was big and very posh, and the two boys were having a good look around.
They'd wandered out onto the back lawn, and now they were sitting by the pool, watching Adrian, three other guys and a few girls laughing and playing in the water.
Even that late in the day the summer heat was making them sweat. "You wanna cool off? Go for a dip?" Asked Gary.
"Could do. Yeah, why not?"
Stripped down to their boxers, they dived in. The feel of the water immediately gave Tyler an erection. "You might have to distract the others when I get out."
Grinning, Gary barrelled towards his friend, grabbed him and pulled him under. Bubbles escaped from their mouths as they laughed and had a mock fight underwater. At one point Gary's hand grazed the tenting cock. Tyler's eyes opened wide and he pushed Gary away, laughing. "Stop that!" He spluttered as they resurfaced. "Come on, let's get out and have a spliff."
Back on dry land they lay down on a pair of orange-and-white loungers, dripping. Tyler had a hand over his crotch, but Gary could still see the bulge in the wet cotton.
"Hi both. Good you made it." Adrian was looking down at them.
"Adrian. Nice place!"
"Yeah it's cool." He passed them a spliff. "Try this, it's fucking awesome."
"Thanks."
"Well, enjoy yourselves. Booze is in the kitchen. See ya later." Adrian padded off.
Tyler inhaled, then squinted his eyes. "Fuck me, that's some serious shit."
Gary smiled. "It is that." He took the spliff again.
"So what's it like, not cumming? Don't you feel the need to wank all the time?"
"Yep. I do. It's great. Everything and everybody is sex on legs."
"How long you have you done so far?"
"Today is the eleventh day. Three more to go."
"You'll never make it."
"I fucking will. Just watch me."
They lay there, and Gary saw the boy pumping his hips very slowly. Occasionally he jerked his hand away from his bulge as if he'd just remembered he shouldn't touch it, but after a few seconds it seemed to wander back of its own accord.
"How can you keep your hands off your cock?"
"It's not easy, believe me. But I'm gonna fucking do it."
"You like testing yourself, don’t you?"
"Suppose so, yeah."
"You're doing this in normal mode. I reckon you should go permadeath. Really test yourself."
Tyler frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Come round mine tomorrow for some more Kombat and I'll show you."
The boy thought for a moment, then he smiled. "Yeah, Ok."
"So, what is it – two more days to go now?" Gary was setting the PlayStation5 up for a game.
"Yep."
It looked very much like the boy was going to make it. "Is it getting harder? And I don't mean your dick."
"Yeah. That as well." He chuckled. "I've got blue balls. I really need to cum."
"Seems like you got good control, though."
"Yeah. I like to think so. The more difficult a challenge is, the better I like it – makes me more and more determined."
Gary could believe that. He knew that when the boy played computer games on his own he always played in permadeath or hard-man mode. He seemed to love making things difficult for himself.
He was wearing a pair of unflattering jeans but they were tenting obscenely. Gary frowned. "You got anything on under those jeans?"
"Yeah, boxers. Why?"
"You might try being a bit more… experimental when you're as horny as this. You'd be surprised how good it feels. Try not wearing anything under them – or if you've got any gear that feels horny, wear that when you're in the house."
Tyler raised his eyebrows. "Hmm. That's a thought."
Gary took the controller out of Tyler's hand and put it down. "Lay back."
"Eh?"
"Lay back."
"Why?"
"Just do it. You'll see."
Tyler lay back.
Gary pushed the boy's hands behind his back on the settee. "I'm gonna make things more interesting for you. Just lay there and don't do anything. Don't worry – I'm not gonna make you cum."
"You better fucking not."
"I won't." Gary put his hands on Tyler's thighs and ran his fingers slowly along the sides of the bulging cock.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" He let out a long, low groan. "Oh fuck. Stop."
Gary's hands slowed, but didn't stop. "Imagine what that would feel like with no boxers on…"
Tyler was moaning.
Gary stroked his fingertips over the boy's legs, then ran them gently up the inside seams and teased his perineum and his balls.
"Enough!" Tyler brought his arms out and batted Gary's hands away. A spot of precum had appeared.
"Chicken! You wanted things to be difficult," Gary laughed. "Tell you what. Tomorrow is your last day, yeah?"
"Yep."
"What time?"
"At ten o'clock tomorrow night it'll be two weeks exactly."
"OK. Well, do you really wanna test yourself? Come round tomorrow and I'll test you. Slow and easy. Say for a couple of hours – come round at eight o'clock. Wear something that feels sexy. And no underwear."
Tyler knew this was a bad idea. He wasn't gay, he didn't fancy Gary. But he had a pair of vintage nylon football shorts at home that he'd bought a while ago because he thought they looked sexy, and very occasionally he wanked in them. The thought of what it might feel like in those was, suddenly, irresistible. "Hmm. OK."
Tyler frowned when he saw the rope.
"It's for your benefit, not mine. If you move suddenly you might make yourself cum by accident – and you don't want that."
Tyler didn’t look convinced, but he was so horny that he just nodded. His cock was tenting the nylon shorts out obscenely.
"Nothing on under the shorts?"
"Nothing."
"And how do they feel?"
Tyler gave a low moan. "Fucking horny."
"Good. OK, lie down on the bed."
Soon Gary had the boy's wrists comfortably but inescapably secured behind his back.
"Don't you fucking dare make me cum."
"I won't try to make you cum – if you do, it'll be because you lost it yourself, not because I made you." He knelt on the bed and put his fingers on the boy's left ankle. He began to tease and tickle his fingers up the inside of Tyler's leg, moving upwards very slowly.
Tyler groaned. And he couldn't keep still. It tickled, but more than that it felt unbelievably horny – and the higher Gary's hand went, the more erogenous it felt. By the time it had reached the inside of his knee, he was moaning constantly.
There were perhaps seven inches of naked skin before the bottom of the shorts leg, and Gary slowed down even more, taking a full five minutes to cross those inches. When his fingers reached the shorts he stopped, and repeated the whole exercise with both hands, on both legs at the same time. A loud groan of something – frustration? horniness? - came from Tyler.
Gary hopped off the bed and came back with a long feather. He parted Tyler's legs further and knelt between them. Gently, he gripped the shiny white nylon on the inside of Tyler's left leg and pulled it as far as he could away from the boy's thigh. Sighting up it, he inserted the feather, being very careful not to touch either the boy or the shorts with it. One of Tyler's balls was partly hidden, but he could see the other one clearly. He traced the point of the feather over it.
He only got a moment to do it - Tyler arched his back, howled, slammed his knees together and wrenched himself away from it. His rock-hard cock jerked visibly inside the shorts.
"Hmm. You can move too much." This time Gary put his weight on the boy's legs to pin them down and keep them apart, then he did the same thing with the feather again.
Tyler was watching Gary much more closely now, but it didn't do him a lot of good. He was giggling uncontrollably and moaning as the soft point tickled his balls. He struggled and tried to kick to get away from it but with Gary's weight on him he couldn't move very much at all.
Gary dropped the feather, gripped the shorts at the sides of the bulge and slid the nylon over the end of Tyler's cock.
The boy groaned and squirmed on the bed; those shorts felt fucking amazing.
Gary got off the bed. Tyler's right leg was the closest one to him, and he pulled the boy's knee up until his foot was flat on the bed, then he reached his hand under that bent leg and worked his way upwards along the inside of the thigh again, his fingers tickling and teasing – but this time, when he got to the bottom of the shorts, he paused for a few seconds, and then firmly pushed his hand up the leg.
Tyler arched his back. A hand going up inside his shorts was something he'd never felt before. Somehow the shorts made that most private area underneath them feel even more private, and when that space was intentionally violated, the feeling of intrusion was intense. It also tickled like crazy, but it was unbelievably fucking sexy. He yelled, his knees came together sharply, and he curled up into a tight ball to protect himself. He had to stop that hand from going up any further – at any cost.
As the boy's thighs came together, Gary stopped moving his fingers. Just let the hand rest there. Let Tyler feel it between his thighs and realise he couldn't get it out.
But he tried. Tyler pulled desperately at the rope to free his tied wrists, he rolled from side to side in an effort to dislodge the hand, but because it had gone in from the back, he couldn't get it out of there. And every time he moved, it made that feeling of invasion worse. The hand up his shorts somehow felt like rape.
When the boy's struggling eventually ran out of steam, and he was lying, panting, curled up with his legs pressed tight together gripping Gary's wrist, the fingers started to move again. Immediately there was a gasp and the boy clamped his thighs together even tighter.
The curled-up position wasn't ideal, but even so, bit by bit, Gary slowly worked his hand further up the leg of the shorts, his fingers flat against the inside of the boy's thigh. Tyler did everything he could to stop it, but he could feel it getting closer and closer. A loud gasp came from him as the fingertips touched his balls. And Gary tickled them.
Tyler thought this was as bad as it could get, but he was sorely mistaken. Gary had a free hand. He forced it slowly in along the top of the boy's thigh, found the tenting cock and, with just a finger and thumb, teased it.
Tyler gasped. He tried to curl up even more tightly, but the hand was already there, and there was no way he could get it out or get away from it. He tried to turn face down, but Gary could easily prevent that. He couldn't curl up any tighter – Gary's left hand was already squeezed between his stomach and the top of this thigh, and everywhere he moved, it stayed there, occasionally teasing the tip of the tenting cock very gently through the football shorts. He could feel the fingers moving smoothly on the oozing precum. Gary kept stopping and starting, and the slightest movement of a single fingertip on either hand caused Tyler to jerk and moan.
"You can't get away from it, so stop struggling."
Oh fuck, even hearing Gary say that, turned him on. Tyler was very aware that he couldn't get away from it, but it was impossible for him to stop himself from trying to.
"Think unsexy thoughts," Gary whispered. "Think of your mother in the bath. Anything. Don't let yourself get close to cumming."
The boy had already been doing that. It wasn't working. He was already close to cumming, and every tiny movement of those fingers wrenched his thoughts back to what Gary was doing to him. Being got from the front and the back at the same time created an overwhelmingly horny feeling of helplessness – whichever way he tried to move did him no good. He needed to cum. Oh FUCK he needed to cum. But he was not going to cum. He could do this. He was close, yes, but he could control himself. There must only be a short time left until 10 o'clock, and then he would have won. And Tyler always won. He lifted his head to watch, but the sight of Gary so effortlessly controlling him like that, and smiling knowingly, almost pushed him over the edge. He dropped his head back onto the bed with a whimper of frustration.
Up the leg of his shorts, Gary's fingers wrapped around the base of Tyler's cock and balls. Gently and carefully, so as not to make the boy cum accidentally, they pulled everything back between his thighs. Tyler was curled up tightly, so this wasn't difficult. He gasped again as Gary's left hand slipped under the waistband of the shorts and worked its way down until it had replaced the other one, squeezed between the tops of his thighs. The fingertips found the boy's balls and started to tickle them.
The hard cock was lying flat on Gary's right hand. He brought his thumb to the top and stroked it slowly over the ridge and the glans.
Tyler groaned in hopeless, horny pleasure at the feeling, but he clenched his teeth, and, with an effort, he forced out, "I will not fucking cum."
Staring unseeingly at the wall, he was concentrating hard, trying desperately to control himself. His cock pulled back like that felt so fucking horny, as did the hand gripped tight between his thighs, tickling his balls – and also, he realised, his inability to get away from them was turning him on like fuck too. But, as indescribably horny as all this was, he thought he could still control himself. By sheer willpower he was managing to stop himself from getting to the point where he'd lose it altogether. The thumb on his cock was doing very dangerous things to him, but with some luck, it wouldn't be enough. He could do this.
"It's three minutes to ten. Looks like you might make it."
Yes! Tyler had always known he'd be able to. He'd known he'd win.
Gary gripped the head with his fingers now, and rotated them, feeling for the frenulum with his thumb.
Oh fuck no! This was worse. This was a lot worse. This was serious. Warning spikes of intense pleasure ran through him as Gary's thumb stroked gently over that sweet spot. He felt himself suddenly get a lot closer to cumming. For fuck's sake, he told himself, you've only got a couple more minutes. Concentrate! Control yourself!
"You wanted to be tested. I'm testing you. If you let yourself cum, the last fourteen days'll have been for nothing. You'll have lost. So don't fucking cum."
Gary looked at the wall clock. Thirty seconds to go. He didn't speed up the stroking at all, just made sure his thumb was rubbing slowly, directly on the boy's frenulum. He smiled to himself.
"Five. Four. Three…"
Tyler knew he was on the point of losing it. He was going to cum. With every bit of his willpower he steeled himself to hold out against the compelling urge for orgasm.
"Two… One…"
The boy knew he'd lost it. He felt the first signs of orgasm – but then the thumb lifted, and his balls were no longer being tickled.
"You made it. Congratulations."
Both of them froze: Gary – knowing exactly how close the boy was, not wanting to make him cum, now that the time had passed – and Tyler, afraid that the slightest movement of any part of his body would trigger the orgasm that was so close.
Tyler felt the dangerous feelings begin to recede, but he knew that he could still cum, just from the feeling of the hands between his thighs and up the leg of his shorts, so he kept very still indeed.
Eventually, both of them knew that the most immediate risk was over, and Gary slowly started to pull his hands out. The moment they began to move, Tyler jerked – he was still not far enough away from cumming, and just that movement inside his shorts had threatened to start things again. Gary froze when the boy suddenly tensed, but eventually the danger had passed. Tyler uncurled slightly and nodded. Gary took his hands out carefully.
After his wrists had been untied, Tyler lay back on the bed. He was still out of breath.
"So, a good test?"
"Give me a minute," Tyler's words were slurred, "I'm still processing things."
Gary smiled. "I'll put the kettle on."
When he returned with the tea, Tyler was looking at the tent in his shorts, and the pool of precum that had soaked into them.
"You gonna have that wank now?"
Tyler looked at him. He was silent for a while, and then he shook his head slowly. "No. I don't think so. Listen. That was the single most horny thing I have ever experienced in my life. Everything – the restraint, the shorts, your hand going up the leg, the feel of it between my thighs when I squeezed them together… your fingers on the end of my cock, not being able to get away from any of it… oh fuck, all of it, Gary. You have no idea. No fucking idea. I want to experience that again."
Gary gazed at the boy, then he nodded. "I see." He thought for a while. "How about… how about if you continue your challenge for one more day. You come round here tomorrow and I'll work on you in a more… controlled way? See just how good your willpower is?"
"What do you mean, 'controlled'?"
Gary stood up and went over to his PC. He opened a window, scrolled a bit, and then stood back. "Come and look at this."
Tyler went over. The screen showed a pervy website, and there was a message there:
To: "edgermilker"
Last week's session was amazing! Thank you! You're the most skilled edger I've ever known, Gary, and I've been with quite a few, believe me. Can we have another session on Sunday please? Pretty please? :-)
From: "scottishboy32"
Tyler frowned, and read the message again carefully. "Wait – that's you? 'Edgermilker'?
"Uh-huh."
Tyler looked at him, disbelieving. "You're gay? You edge guys? And milk them?"
"Yep, yep, and yep."
Tyler's face was a mask of incredulity. "You're gay? " He still couldn't believe it. "Fuck me. How long have we known each other?"
Gary smiled.
"But you've never tried anything on with me. Before today, that is."
"Of course not."
Tyler nodded slowly. "You don’t fancy me. But why would you?"
Gary shook his head. "Oh, I fancy you like fuck, Tyler. I always have."
"Really? " The boy sat back down on the settee, hard. He looked up at Gary. So…" He looked like he was working things out. "So you could have made me lose it at any time if you'd wanted?"
Gary smiled again. "Easily."
"So why didn't you?"
"That would have been cheating."
Tyler thought about that. "So what's this 'more controlled' way you were talking about?"
"Better show you the rest, I suppose." He led the way into a room whose door had always been closed whenever Tyler had been there.
Tyler stood wide-eyed as he took in the shelves of restraints, the table fitted with straps in the middle of the room. "Fuck me. I don't believe it."
"I'll fasten you down to that table, strap a tight leather hood over your head so you can't see anything, get you really helpless, and then spend some quality time teasing the fuck out of you without letting you cum. I'll do that for an hour or two, and then I'll stop. I'll let you cool down for ten minutes, and then – then, boy, I will try to milk you. We'll see how long you can hold out against that ."
Tyler pulled his hand away from his shorts – he hadn't realised he'd been stroking the bulge. "Gary, you've got yourself a deal."
The hood felt strange at first; it was heavy leather, and when all the straps had been fastened, it fitted very tightly. The inside was shiny and clung to his face, and pads in it pressed the black leather over his eyes, but breathing was less of a problem than he'd thought it would be. It felt weird to be so cut off from what was happening, and Gary had been right: the thing made him feel more helpless and vulnerable than he'd have believed. But right now those very same things were also turning him on like fuck. He pulled at the straps holding his arms, elbows, chest, pelvis, knees and ankles down to the padded table. They felt fucking horny .
He was naked. He'd wanted to wear the shiny football shorts again – they'd felt so sexy yesterday – but Gary had decided against them. "I want to be able to work on you unrestricted," he'd said.
Now he lay there, waiting for something to happen, and wondering what it would be. He still couldn't quite believe that he was strapped down and hooded on a table in Gary's playroom – a friend he'd known for years without once suspecting that he was even gay, let alone into anything like this.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a touch on the inside of his left thigh. Something light – A feather? Whatever it was teased around, and then made its way up to his balls. When it got there it tickled them.
Tyler convulsed. His hysterical laughter was loud inside the hood, and he realised suddenly just how much more intense not being able to see made everything. He fought the restraints to get away from it – but then the tickling seemed to morph into pure erogenous horniness, and his laughter, instead, became sighs and moans of need.
The feather turned out to be a fingertip, because more of them joined it, teasing all over his balls, perineum, and inner thighs. A hand around the shaft of his cock – hardly touching – stroked once up and off the end. Tyler moaned more loudly and tried to pump his hips, but the restraints had, apparently, been arranged to prevent that.
The hand stroked his cock again – briefly and lightly. Oh fuck, he was so fucking horny. Instinctively he raised his head, desperately needing to see what was happening, but the leather over his eyes made sure that he couldn't. He dropped it back onto the padded table in horny frustration. Oh fuck, he thought, if Gary tried to make him cum like this he would stand no fucking chance of resisting it. None.
But Gary did not intend to make him cum. Quite the opposite, in fact: as he worked on the boy's desperate cock for the next hour, he was very careful indeed to make sure that he could not cum.
Sweat was soaking Tyler's hair under the hood, and his eyes were screwed up tight as he tried to process the overwhelming feelings that were hammering his brain. Gary had used all kinds of things on his cock – he had no idea what they were – but each successive one had seemed worse than the last. Each made his need for orgasm so urgent he could think of nothing else. Sex with girls had never been anything like this. This was a different fucking level.
His cock head was, at the moment, being teased with what Tyler guessed were two soft brushes. He knew very well that the restraint straps wouldn't let him pump his hips, but he couldn't stop trying to fuck those brushes. Everything Gary did to him was so fucking light. He really, really needed some pressure on his cock, but that was the one thing that Gary was very carefully denying him. He was intentionally making the boy need to cum more and more urgently, but he was also making very sure that there was absolutely no possible way that he could actually do so.
Not only was Tyler's cock aching, his balls were aching too. They had also been teased and tickled with assorted things – some of them had been cool, smooth and slippery, and those had been the worst. Those slippery things, whatever they were, had also been used on his cock from time to time, but never for very long because they, more than anything else, had made him need to cum most, and had brought him close to orgasm the fastest.
Another hour went by. There was nothing Tyler could do but lie there in leather blackness and take it. His resolve had broken long ago and he'd heard himself pleading – begging – Gary to let him cum. But he'd been ignored, and the fingers, feathers and God-knows what else had continued to be used on him.
The boy had never before realised that something that had to stop – NOW – could, at one and the same time, be something that he wanted to go on forever.
Tyler had no idea what the time was when Gary finally stopped. And the fucker still hadn't let him cum. During all of this Gary hadn't said a single word, and so the boy jumped as he heard the voice close to his ear.
"I'm gonna let you have a rest for a while. See you shortly."
Tyler felt footsteps as Gary left the room. He lay there strapped down, panting into the leather hood, his achingly desperate cock still twitching, and oozing precum into the puddle on the table.
He felt the straps holding his ankles and knees being unfastened. Then there was something soft touching his legs.
"Lift your feet so I can get these back on."
They were his nylon football shorts. The feeling of them sliding up his legs sent shivers of lust through the boy. He wriggled so that they could be pulled up. "I thought you didn't want me in these." He hoped Gary could hear him through the hood.
"I didn't for what I've done to you so far. But I do now. I think you have a fetish for shorts. If I'm right, they'll make it more difficult for you to resist."
"Bastard."
Gary chuckled. He released Tyler completely from the table, and used some leather cuffs clipped together to hogtie the hooded boy. Once that was done, he took a three-inch thick block of solid foam, placed it between Tyler's knees and strapped them together, securing it in place.
Tyler didn't like the way this was going. He could no longer quite close his thighs however hard he tried. And the strap holding his knees together would mean that he wouldn't be able to push himself over to get away from anything. Gary knelt on the bed, rolled Tyler over until he was lying on his back, and held him there with his knees.
The boy yelled as he felt a hand slide up the leg of his shorts. He strained to close his thighs together but the block of foam was keeping them just far enough apart so that he couldn't keep the hand out. This was fiendishly unfair – and intensely frustrating. It also tickled like crazy, and felt as horny as fuck.
The fingers tickled quickly over his inner thigh and his balls, and stroked his cock once, lightly. Then the hand was pulled out, there was a pause, and Gary did it again. He kept doing it – sometimes one leg, sometimes the other, and sometimes up both legs together. The hands went up the insides of his thighs, the outsides, the fronts and the backs. Tyler couldn't see when, or where they were going to go, so he was never ready for it.
He heard a low chuckle coming from Gary. The bastard was really getting off on it.
This went on for some time, and it was making Tyler, if possible, more horny by the minute – he felt so deliciously, helpless. It was like being repeatedly raped.
Gary removed the foam block and the strap, but left the boy hogtied and hooded on the table. "I'm gonna leave you for a bit longer now. Give you time to recover that famous willpower. Cos when I get back you're gonna cum , boy."
Tyler still couldn't lie there without moving; he pulled at the hogtie restraints, tried to bend his hands far enough so that his fingers could reach their straps or the short clips, but Gary had clearly used these before – he couldn't quite reach them however hard he tried. The hood felt so horny too – he'd never been into leather, but the feel of it pressing tight all over his face, blindfolding him, making him so fucking vulnerable, felt amazingly horny. His rock-hard cock was dripping precum into the shorts as he waited for Gary to come back.
Gary had said he was going to make him cum – and that was the thing he needed more than anything at the moment. But at the same time he wanted to prove himself: prove that his willpower was as good as he thought it was – partly to Gary, but mostly to himself.
Right. He'd decided. He was going to fight it. He was fucking determined that he would not let himself cum no matter what the fucker did to him. As he lay there, hooded and hogtied on the table, his confidence grew. He could do this.
Footsteps returned.
"OK. You've had time to recover. Now let's see how good your control is. I'm gonna try to make you lose it. We'll see how long you last. Remember: use that legendary self-control. Do not let yourself cum."
Tyler gritted his teeth. He had absolutely no intention of doing so.
There was a long, breathless pause – and then Tyler yelled into the hood as two hands suddenly invaded his shorts at the same time, quickly and efficiently. One went between his thighs from behind, up inside the leg of the shorts, and started to work on his balls; the other went down inside the front under the waistband to his cock. If he'd been able to see them coming he could have tried to stop them.
As he clamped his thighs together hard, they closed tight around smooth, cool, rubber slipperiness. He squeezed the muscles as hard as he could and struggled to get the hand out, but the hogtie made moving impossible. He curled up tight, but that just made it feel even more horny. He was doing everything he could to get away from those fingers, but he just couldn't. And he could feel the shiny nylon as well, as it moved.
The lubed rubber hand inside the front of his shorts immediately began to work on the head of his cock, targetting the frenulum straight away. This time there was no teasing, no pausing so that he could regroup his defences – he was given no chance to try to fight it – this time those fingers milked him.
He struggled and yelled, but it was totally impossible to resist. He was helpless to do anything at all to prevent it: his muscles tensed immediately and hot boy-spunk pumped out of his cock like a bursting dam. "FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" It covered Gary's rubber gloves, soaked the shorts, and ran down onto the padded table. His body convulsed, his thigh muscles squeezing the rubber-gloved wrist between them hard – in time with each powerful jerk of his cock – as he came and came and came.
Gary continued tickling his balls and milking him, until Tyler's body relaxed, exhausted, and he collapsed back onto the bed. Then he just held the still slowly-throbbing cock until it, too, had finished.
After he'd removed the hood, he looked down at the boy, smiling. "You lasted three seconds. That's not very long. Was it a good one? Worth the fourteen days?"
It was still a while before Tyler could reply. "Oh fuck. That was the best thing ever. Fucking ever."
Two days later, Gary took a drink of coffee and put his mug down at the side of the keyboard. He was sitting at his computer, replying to messages. Just as he finished one, the 'New Message' notification lit up. He opened it.
To: "edgermilker"
Hi. I'm a straight boy, but I love being tied up helpless, edged and forcibly milked. Hoods, straps, rubber gloves – all of these make me need to cum very badly. I go for long periods without cumming, so I'm always as horny as fuck, and I'd like to apply to be put on your list for regular sessions, to see if you can make me lose it. I warn you, though, I will be determined not to cum, whatever you do. There is no way you'll make me shoot. No fucking way.
Gary looked at the username: "tychallengeboy".
He laughed. Then he pulled his chair closer to the desk and started to type.