I made him cry and beg but still didn’t let him cum

I had him exactly where I wanted: wrists cuffed behind his back, kneeling on the bed, blindfold on.

I started slow, warm breath against his ear, tongue flicking, fingers circling his nipples until they were hard little points. He melted instantly, those deep, needy moans and shaky little “oh god… please…” spilling out.

That’s when I brought out my Segai masturbation. I slid it down his cock, turned it on low, and watched his hips jerk like he’d been shocked. For the next twenty minutes I edged him without mercy. Every time he got close, thighs trembling, voice cracking, “I’m gonna cum, I can’t…,” I ripped the toy off and slapped his balls hard. The desperate, broken whine he let out was pure music.

By the third round he was actually crying, tears soaking the blindfold, begging in this shattered voice: “Please… I need it… I’ll do anything…”

I looped my leather belt around his throat, pulled just tight enough to make him gasp, spread his legs wide and straddled him. I was already dripping. One hand gripping the belt, I rode him hard while he was still shaking from all the ruined edges.

He lasted maybe forty-five seconds before he completely fell apart, screaming my name mixed with “fuck, stop, wait, no, I’m cumming!” I didn’t stop. I tightened the belt a little more, ground down, and came so hard I saw stars while he sobbed through his own orgasm, hips bucking helplessly under me.

When I finally climbed off he was a sweaty, shaking, tear-streaked mess. I uncuffed him, kissed the tears away, and whispered, “Good boy.”

He’s still not allowed to cum again until the weekend.