Orgasm Denial and MLM (John POV)

The increasingly familiar face of Walt, the older gentleman who has been paying you a fair amount of attention tonight. “Is this for me?” he teases, wrapping his hand around your erection. During your first taste, the first man had **** an Rx on you. The **** causes erections that last through multiple orgasms, never going soft until the **** wears off.

Walt is a bit shorter from you, but reaches up to tilt your head down to him. He pushes his lips against yours, his gray goatee scratching against your face in the process. You freeze up still not used to kissing other men. He strokes your cock, his other hand falls to your chest, fingers brushing against your nipple.

“Mmm, I think I need another taste of this big black cock,” Walt laughs, sinking to his knees. You look away as his tongue flicks over the tip. “Don’t look away,” he says, and you begrudgingly comply, staring down at the gray haired man knelt before you.

If it weren’t for the Rx, you likely wouldn’t be aroused enough to stay hard. But with that barrier out of the way, you find the sensations hard to ignore. Your cock between his lips, stray beard hairs against your shaft, his tongue flicking under your cock head. He strokes, rubbing in excess saliva.

He pops off your cock, and rustles around in his pocket. “Here we go,” he says, pulling a black ring. It’s a tight fit as he slides it over your dick, he works it down until the black band rests around the base of your dick. He fiddles with something, and the band buzzes to life. The sensation feels good, massaging the whole member.

He smiles when he sees the pleased sound you make as the ring buzzes to life, “Glad you like it.” You lean into that idea, using it as an excuse to lull your head back, closing your eyes. You let the sensations of his blowjob do the work, while trying to keep your mind on other thoughts. Amber, Opal, even Daisy or Jack, anything but the older man sucking you off.

Your mind is conflicted. The **** in your system and natural urges make you want to cum. But on the other end, you know cumming isn’t the end, and receiving a blowjob is preferred over the other tasks these men have been putting you through. But the sensations are catching up to you, you let out a moan, but before you’re pushed over the edge, the ring stops buzzing, and Walt pulls your cock from his mouth.

He stands up, “Figured, I’d extend the fun,” he kisses you again. Extend the fun? The Rx already did that. This is just teasing you. He forces his tongue in your mouth, his hand stroking your cock in the meanwhile. It keeps you on edge, just enough to slow the decline, the Rx not allowing your arousal to fully dissipate, but the continued touching keeps you slightly heightened. “Bend over the table, I’ll be right back.”

He walks over to the wall of toys near the table and returns with a decent sized butt plug and a bottle of lube. He kneels behind you, “Reach back here and spread your cheeks.” You swallow, following his command, your chest lays bare against the table, your arms reached behind you one hand on each of your butt cheeks. He buries his face in your crack, his tongue flicking over you puckered asshole. The sensation sends chills up your spine, his facial hair scratchy against your skin. He pushes the fleshy bit of his tongue into you, stroking your cock in the meantime, the buzzing of the cockring returning. The sensations and **** quickly bring you back to the edge, where he once again stops.

With the cock ring turned off, and his touch removed, your orgasm recedes still unreached. You tense as the tip of the plug presses to your hole, wet with lube. “Just relax,” he coos, placing a kiss to your cheek. You try but there is only so much relaxing you can do, when someone is preparing to shove something up your ass. He turns the cockring back on, his thumb caressing the ridge of your cockhead, as the toy slowly stretches your asshole. It all continues, until while on the verge of cumming the stretching fades, as the toy’s widest part slips within you. Walt stops the ring before you finish, and leaves you bent over the table with your ass plugged.

“Why don’t you kneel for me?” he asks, as if you had a choice. He waves his cock in your face, silently signaling for you to take it in your mouth. The tip pressing against your lips, hitting against your cheeks, resting under your nose. You finally open your mouth when he tells you, “Open up, and touch yourself.”

You run your hand over your shaft, as his shaft runs over your tongue. His hand rests on your head, guiding you through the motions. “There’s a button on the side of the cockring, make sure not to cum, or you’ll be severely punished,” he warns pointing at a wall of paddles, whips, and canes.

It’s a lot harder to imagine anything else being the case when you have a cock in your mouth. But Rx is still a hell of a ****, as you push yourself to the edge of cumming with your hand and the buzzing ring. It’s hard to stop yourself, but you don’t want to be hit with the instruments on the wall.

He groans each time you gag on his cock. Pressing himself deeper, until he finally buries himself in your throat. You hate the feeling, and don’t know how Amber does it. She regularly swallows your cock, and you’re much bigger than Walt.

You’re coming down from your third near-orgasm at your own hand. He rubs his thumb over your cheek, as he cups your chin, his cock resting against your face. “I’m close,” he tells you, “I want you to turn the ring back on. And you can’t turn it off till after I cum. And remember if you cum, there will be hell to pay.”

Your cock is still sensitive, and near the edge. You hope he’s close himself, because you don’t know how long you’ll last. You press the button and the ring buzzes back to life. Your cock throbs in pleasure. You expect him to continue guiding your head, but he doesn’t. And you realize he expects you to finish him off yourself.

With the threat of being spanked as punishment, you channel your inner Amber, trying to remember what she does that feels good. Unfortunately your mind isn’t always working to it’s full capacity when your cock is in her mouth. But you try your best, bobbing up and down his shaft, ignoring the buzzing and throbbing between your legs. Your core is tight with trying to hold back the rush of pleasure.

You remember what one of the men from earlier had you do. And you reach between Walt’s legs, and press your finger to his rosebud. Your finger is wet with saliva from where you were stroking him. It slips into his hole, and he lets out a groan. You work your finger, stroking him, while you continue to suck him off.

“Ugggh, I’m cumming,” he groans. You quickly reach down to turn off the toy, narrowly avoiding your own spilling of seed, as his salty ejaculate washes over your tongue. He steps back, “Show me,” and you look up to him with your mouth open. “Good boy,” he purrs, “Now swallow.” You gulp down the load in your mouth.

“Sorry fellas, but it’s time for another break,” a voice calls out.

Walt smiles as you stand up. Your cock begging for release. “If you cum during break, I will still beat your ass raw,” he warns. You swallow, you’re unsure if that’s allowed, but with Team Rocket in charge you doubt they’d care. You go to walk away, but feel the pressure in your ass from the plug. You reach back, slowly pulling it free.

You return to the group. Yuruki is rubbing a gel over Jack’s torso, the two picking away at wax. You and them exchange tales of what happened. Jack offers to help you out, but you glance back at Walt, who is watching you like a Staraptor. “Thanks, but I’d better not,” you say before telling Jack and Yuruki the last bit.

When the break is announced to be over, Walt motions for you to return to him. “Good boy, not giving into temptation. Now, why don’t you get back on your knees and see if you can earn yourself an orgasm?”