At least not yet.

Josh had completely lost track of time.
Had he been here for an hour? Two? Longer? He didn't know. Also: He didn't really care. It was hard to focus on anything else than pleasure. Pleasure, climax and pain. He didn't even know anymore what the difference between all those was. Maybe it was all just one emotion. One powerful emotion, controlling him. Enthralling him.

He had come countless times. And yet, his cock was still stone hard, throbbing, longing for more. Every orgasm had felt better than the one before. Just as he had written in the... Written. He had written something, somewhere, but he didn't remember. It didn't matter. Every orgasm had been better, stronger, more powerful than the last. It was pure bliss. He would scream with joy if he could, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't manage more than a soft croak. Had he shouted so much? He couldn't remember. Everything was a bit hazy and foggy at the moment. Still, his lust was strong, and the feeling of the last powerful orgasm still buzzed and stormed through his body.

The tiny Asian woman had chained him spread-eagled to an X-cross behind the couch, after his arms had started to hurt from the uncomfortable position behind his back. The spread-eagle position was better. Much better. He couldn't move a limb, but it was a position he could hold longer, and it gave the girl great access to his cock. Which was fine. She did wonderful things with that cock. Josh smiled. He was happy. Exhausted, but happy. Malik's wife had used his cum to cream her body, she had licked it from his head, she had played with it idly and fascinated. She adored his cum. Which meant that she adored him, right? She had even granted him a few real orgasms, between a lot of ruined ones. The real ones were the best. They left some kind of afterglow that kept going on and on and on...

He was happy.

The door opened. Josh noticed it, barely, through the foggy mist and the buzzing happiness in his head. He heard two people talk, the Asian woman and a big black man. Malik, he remembered. Malik had come home. He heard somebody laugh, deep and sounding, and quite extendedly.

Then he heard a voice. "No, please, no! Josh, Josh, wake up! The hour has expired long time ago!"

Anna.

It was Anna.

Josh tried to focus. Tried to remember. He had gotten here - with Anna. But why? Suddenly, he felt fingers caressing his cock and he groaned and moaned happily. His cock twitched. He needed more. Another orgasm. Please. The tiny Asian women stood next to him, and deftly massaged his cock again, and he grunted, as it reacted, pulsated, turned a notch harder than before.

There was still Anna's voice, but he couldn't make out any words anymore. It sounded muzzled, incoherent. He opened his eyes and saw her, through the haze. She had a red ballgag in her mouth. He didn't know why she would wear such a thing, but it didn't really matter, because... his cock felt so alive and so powerful, and so needy! He needed that orgasm, and only the nice little Asian in front of him could grant it to him. Anna had tried to tell him something, but it didn't matter, because... nothing mattered at all, nothing apart from his throbbing cock and the climax building inside his body, tickling his balls, like an itch, an itch that needed to be dealt with.

He saw Malik, who seemed naked now, with a huge erection, mounting Anna from behind. He heard her voice, rendered incoherent by the ballgag, and it sounded like protest, but it didn't make any sense, because why should she protest against something so wonderful like a good fuck? It didn't matter anyway, nothing mattered but the next climax. He needed it more than anything in the world. It felt so incredible, so DEEP, so wonderful.

He heard Anna's protests turning into moans of pleasure, because she was, after all, a submissive pet girl who loved to be tied and taken. That thought made him happy. Anna had always been like that. Always, right? Always. Just like he, Josh, had always been a good stallion, with a cock that stayed hard for hours. That's why women loved him. And that was awesome. His life was awesome. He didn't want anything else.

He felt the next orgasm taking complete control of him. His cock spurted thick strands of sticky cum, the tiny Asian withdrew her hands, giggled and laughed with joy, while a sensation rushed through his body he had never felt, never so strong, never so devastatingly powerful. He dimly heard Malik grunt and Anna scream, but nothing mattered. Nothing but this orgasm which was the best orgasm of his life, surely. And he needed another one. More. More of this.

He was happy.