Give him a lesson in self-control with your mouth

You pick up Furgus and he begins moaning and groaning at the lightest touch all over again. Feeling a little suspicious that you're about to be disappointed by his endurance once again, you decide to set up a little test and some training. Although you're exceptionally horny right now and you would love to climb atop the sword's meat, you have a little test first. You find a good crack in the floor of the room and jam the sword in, not straight up and down, but at an angle so that you can sit on the edge of the bed and easily reach it with your hands and, if you lean forward, your mouth.

"You won't regret this," says Furgus. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

"Not just yet," you scold, looking at his cock already swollen and flexing slightly. "I think you need a little practice. I am going to suck you again--"

"Yesss!" cries Furgus, twitching eagerly.

"Now hang on, I am going to suck you again and you have to hold out until I tell you that you can cum. If you do, then we can have a little more fun, but if you can't hold out then you aren't going to be having any fun with me for a long time."

"That's not fair. I can't help it. You're just too good at what you do."

That makes you smile and even blush a little, but you're not backing down. You tell the straining sword, "That's the only deal I am making. Hold out as long as I say, and we can have more fun. You have to learn to control yourself."

"Fine! Okay? I can do this!" The sword seems to be talking to himself more than you. You're seriously beginning to doubt his abilities.

"I'm going to start now," you say as you reach out and wrap your fingers around his shaft. "You warn me if you're getting too close and I will try to make it easier on you."

With that, you grip his shaft and begin to slowly stroke him. Furgus lets out little moans and groans. His cock swells in your grasp and the head begins to weep oily precum from its slit. The juices coat your fingers with each stroke and your pumping hand begins to make slightly raunchy sounds.

"Does that feel good?" You ask, know his response.

"Amazing," he says.

"I think we're ready for a little more stimulation." You lean forward, inhaling his rich musk, and turn your face so that you can run your tongue along the underside of his cockhead. Immediately he twitches and you pull back, letting him adjust, then return your tongue, sampling his salty precum and licking him more vigorously.

"Slow down," Furgus warns. You take it slow, moving up to the head of his cock and slatherin his purple helmet with long, slow licks of your tongue.

Without warning, you close your lips around him. Almost immediately he warns you to stop, so you do not move, you hold your mouth in place around the first few inches of his cock and wait for him to recover. After several seconds you slowly resume and begin a gentle, careful up-and-down bobbing of your lips. You have to stop several times, but after a minute or two you are able to get a steady pace going as you blow the fat cocksword. The precum is flowing heavily and you have to swallow every few strokes just to clear your throat of the oily liquid. Finally, you pull your lips from his cock.

"That was just my mouth touching you. Now I am going to add a little suction and my tongue."

"I don't know if I can take anymore," says the sword. "It feels so good already."

"You only have to last a minute. Then you can cum when I tell you."

With that you return your mouth to his cock and resume your bobbing lips around his hot meat. After a few strokes you begin to gently suck, hollowing your cheeks and teasing with your tongue. You feel as if he's about to burst in your mouth, but Furgus summons some reserve of weaponly willpower and holds back. You count down the seconds. You can hear him making a high-pitched whining sound, but still he does not cum.

Finally, the time elapses and you slide your lips from the head of his cock with a wet pop. Stroking him with your hand, you say, "Alright, Furgus, you can--"

His cock jerks in your grasp and spews a massive glob of hot, white cum against your chin and lips. You're caught off guard and a second spray of spunk shoots almost up your nose, covering your cheek and dripping across your lips.

You let go of his surging shaft and dive your lips around Furgus. He's done well and you intend to reward him, your mouth bobbing on him as he continues to erupt, spewing out thick, throat-sticking gobs of hot spunk that you struggle to swallow. You moan around him, slurping out every drop as a reward for his good behavior. When he has finished you lift your mouth from him and say, "Good boy."

You give him a thorough tongue bath, which quickly restores his full hardness.

"Now it's my turn for a little fun," you say and stand up from the bed.