Until your mind is broken

You cum again and again, dry shooting, begging for it to end but also craving more. It’s so overwhelming with no other sensation but the voice of your master (you should be concerned that’s how you think of him) in your head that your brain cracks, soon going empty outside each wave of pleasure connected to his words on repeat.

You don’t know how long it’s been, the concept of time lost on your broken mind when the wands suddenly stop, and you hear a squeal of air rush into your vacubed as your body can suddenly move again.

The wraps around your face are cut loose, and you look up to see you master staring down at you with a big smile.

“My my, someone had fun. But you should cum without my permission right? Let’s fix that, then cool you down.” He slips your very sensitive and abused cock into a tiny pink cage, locking it and putting the key on a necklace joining two others. “I counted, cumming twenty nine times? Such an eager little slut. But that means the next month you’ll be locked up. Now, come here.”

He holds you close, caring, and you melt into the larger man. He feels so good, so natural, you just want to stay in his arms. After he feels you are ok, he leads you back while you crawl in all fours to the room with your friend you nearly forgot about. He is in a new position, still bound and oblivious to the world around him, as he is bound on a spanking bench in full rubber on all fours, with two fucking machines going at him on either side.

“Now,” your master says. “We still have a game to play. But before that, you earned another item. The chastity cage doesn’t count, that’s a separate issue. So, little one, what item should we set you up with next…”