Gboy got himself into quite a predicament. He hid his chastity cage, and he still hasn't given up the combination so I could get his dick locked again. So the interrogation continues! This is one of my most action packed, hottest sessions! Predicament bondage, stocks, CBT, ass whipping, nipple torment, and Gboy even gets sock gagged when he continues to refuse to talk. Eventually, I DO get him to give up the combination. But is it the right combo, or does he lie to me and get punished further? Check out the video to find out.
“Make me cum.” My eyes bulged. Make him… oh gosh! “And remember boy, no hands and to make it interesting,” Brian said with a growing smile, “let’s make it so that your mouth is not allowed to touch my dick.”
I continued to stare at Brian, dumbfounded. The thought of being allowed to pleasure my Captain, literally the sexiest guy had me stuck like a kid who just walked into a candy store and wasn’t sure which jar to pillage first. I bit my lower lip nervously, and self consciously brought my hands into my lap.
“Oh no no no,” Brian admonished light heartedly. He carefully but firmly pushed me off of his waist and stood, walking over to his drawers. I knelt on the bed, staring hungrily at his perfect ass, beneath the perfect V of his back, above his perfectly powerful legs. As he turned around my dick jolted in it’s cage at the sight of a pair of Irish hand cuffs. Without asking, Brian guided my arms behind my back, parallel to the bed and secured them in place.
“I said no hands boy,” and he climbed back on the bed to lounge on his back, arms up behind his head. “Your ten minutes starts now boy.” Without hands and without being allowed to give him a blowjob, I wasn’t sure how I could possibly make Brian cum in only 10 minutes but I needed this. I was so horny, I knew I couldn’t last another day without release. I awkwardly shuffled on my knees and attempted to straddle Brian’s waist again; however, without my arms to balance, I fell forward and only through straining my abs did I stop myself short of collapsing onto his chest. I sat back up and couldn’t help but moan as I felt Brian’s steel hard shaft against my ass. It nestled between my ass cheeks and I could feel his heat, his energy throbbing against me. I spread my knees wide to open my ass until I could feel his shaft press against my hole. If I could have used my hands it would have been a simple matter to slide myself down onto him, impale my ass on his dick and fuck myself, until he came inside of me. I closed my eyes, trying to focus and began to thrust. It was frustrating having him so close to my hole without being able to feel him inside of me but in my worked up state it felt so good even just the pressure of his shaft against my sensitive ass. But this wasn’t supposed to be about me, I needed to make Brian cum. This was about my Sir’s pleasure.
I continued thrusting and Brian gradually began to elicit pleased little sounds in the back of his throat which urged me further and faster. I’d always sweated around my thighs and ass when getting off and it served to slicken my thrusts, allowing me to ride Brian’s dick with ever increasing effect. It wasn’t going to be enough. I could tell Brian was enjoying himself, smiling with a self-satisfied grin as his stared up at me, arms relaxed behind his head, but I knew I couldn’t get him to the edge like this, not in 10 min. If only he’d help me, if only he’d use one of his hands and hold his dick long enough for me to impale myself, to open myself as his dick slowly forced it’s way inside of me. But he didn’t and I could almost have screamed in frustration! But I’m not one to give in so easily. I struggled off of Brian’s waist, and he cocked his head obviously intrigued as to my next avenue of attack.
“Only about three minutes to go there boy.” I groaned inwardly and leaned forward, stretching my tongue towards Brian’s dick. I knew I wasn’t allowed to give him a blowjob but there are lots of other sensitive areas down there and maybe, just maybe I thought I could do it. My tongue flicked out over Brian’s balls and he made a satisfied Mmmm and ran his hand through my hair, encouraging me further. I started to lick his balls in earnest, burying my face in his crotch, working my tongue to the underside of his balls. I relished in his scent, the taste of his sweat, no doubt mixed with my own from when I’d been on top of him. I was in heaven but what I hadn’t counted on was the effort it took on my abs to stay leaning forward without the use of my hands. Brian shuffled slightly and lifted his legs back over his head almost as if doing a reverse crunch and exposing his glorious hole to me. His expectation was clear and I was only too happy to oblige. Hairless, pink and delicious I leaned forward again hungrily, my tongue flicking in and out over his hole. He moaned heavily and I tried to work my tongue deeper, please him further. In doing so, I lost my balance and my abs were too fatigued to catch myself. I fell forward, and Brian lowered his hips as my weight shifted on top of him, the result of which was that my outstretched tongue touched his throbbing dick.
I froze, I knew I wasn’t allowed to have touched it and from Brian’s expression, so did he.
“Oh dear boy, you were so close, but I did warn you not to do that didn’t I.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I just fell and then…”
“It’s alright boy, I know. You tried your best and did a really good job right up until the end. Don’t worry, it’s my job as your Sir and Captain to help train you, so lets see if we can’t find a way to keep your mouth out of trouble hmm?” With that Brian got back off the bed and walked to his drawer and returned with a strange looking metal contraption that looked like something out of a dentist’s office. I didn’t recognise the gag as Brian fitted it to me but I didn’t resist and when it was firmly secured, I found myself kneeling in front of Brian as he stood next to the bed, looking up at him, mouth open, staring helplessly.
It was almost dehumanizing having such a basic bodily function taken away like that. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t close my mouth, couldn’t swallow easily or communicate except for garbled sounds and pleading eyes. Brian smiled and gently slipped two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and slowly sliding them in further, down my tongue until I gagged just slightly. He held his fingers there, not going further so as not to make me gag again but keeping me right on the edge of it. He didn’t break eye contact with me, his eyes locking me in place. After a minute, Brian slowly slid his fingers back out along my tongue, almost to my teeth and then back in right to the point of gagging. Brian repeated this over and again, each time my abs would tense as I started to gag, saliva would build in my mouth, my eyes would start to water and I would whimper into his hand, my eyes still fixed by his gaze.
“Mmkay boy, how are we going to help to teach you to obey next time?”