The Prostate Games
The shower ran hot and loud, steam curling around her as she stood under the spray, letting the water sluice over her breasts and down her stomach. She smiled to herself, already wet in more ways than one. Tonight was the night she had been reading about for weeks--dark, filthy chastity threads, medical articles, forum posts from men who swore they'd never come the same way again after a proper prostate milking.
She stepped out, toweled off quickly, and padded naked to the bedroom. The sheets were already turned down. A soft pair of leather cuffs waited on each corner of the bed, discreet but strong. She lit one low lamp, just enough amber glow to see everything.
When he came in ten minutes later his skin was still damp, hair dark and slicked back. He smelled faintly of the cedar shower gel she liked. His cock was already half-hard, swaying as he walked--evidence he'd been touching himself under the water like she'd told him to, but not allowed himself to finish.
"God, you look edible," she murmured, stepping close.
He grinned, reached for her hips. "You're the one who's been plotting all day."
Their mouths met, slow and hungry. Hands roamed. She cupped his balls, rolled them gently while he groaned into her kiss. He slid two fingers between her folds, found her already slippery, and circled her clit with exactly the pressure she loved.
"On your back," she whispered against his lips. "I want your tongue first."
He obeyed instantly, lying down so she could swing a leg over his face. She lowered herself until her pussy hovered just above his mouth--close enough to feel his breath, not close enough to touch yet.
"Lick," she ordered.
His tongue flicked out, flat and eager, painting long stripes from her entrance up over her clit. She sighed, rocking gently, letting him worship.
While he worked her she started talking, voice low and deliberate.
"I've been reading so much about your prostate, baby. How full it gets. How you can come over and over without going soft... or at least not completely. How the orgasms feel different--deeper. Violent. I want to empty you tonight. Every last drop. But I need you aching for it first."
He moaned into her cunt, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
"And to make sure I stay in control," she continued, grinding a little harder against his tongue, "I'm tying you down. Wrists. Ankles. You won't be able to stop me even if you beg."
His tongue plunged inside her then, fucking her with it while his nose bumped her clit. She grabbed his hair, rode his face faster.
"Fuck--yes--just like that--don't stop--"
She came hard, sudden and sharp, thighs clamping around his ears as she flooded his mouth. He drank her down greedily, humming in pleasure.
When the aftershocks faded she lifted off him, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering.
"Arms up."
He lifted them without hesitation. She buckled the leather cuffs around his wrists, then his ankles, spreading him wide. The sight of him like that--naked, hard, utterly exposed--made fresh heat pool between her legs.
She straddled his hips, not letting him inside yet. Just sliding her wet slit along the length of his cock, teasing.
"Gonna edge you until you're crying for it," she whispered. "Then I'm going to milk that prostate until you're shaking and shooting blanks."
"Please," he rasped already. "Fuck, please let me come."
"Not yet."
For the next forty minutes she tormented him beautifully.
She rode him slow--lifting almost off, then sinking back down, clenching around him until his hips bucked helplessly. Right when his breathing turned ragged and his balls drew up tight, she stopped. Lifted off completely. Let him throb in the cool air while she rubbed her clit and came again, moaning his name.
She stroked him with a slick fist--fast, then feather-light--until pre-cum drooled steadily from the slit. Stopped again. Kissed him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
She sucked him deep, throat relaxing around him, humming until his hips jerked and he begged--
"Fuck--please--I'm so close--don't stop--please--"
She popped off with a wet sound. Smiled. "No."
She climbed back onto his face twice more, grinding out two more orgasms while he whimpered beneath her, cock twitching untouched.
By the time she finally slid off him his whole body was trembling, cock dark red, veins standing out, a thick string of pre-cum connecting the head to his stomach.
She leaned down, scooped some of her own wetness onto two fingers, and pushed them into his mouth.
"Taste how wet you make me."
He sucked desperately, eyes glassy.
She left the bed for a moment. Came back wearing a black latex glove on her right hand, a small bottle of lube in the other.
"Look at me," she said softly.
His eyes found hers.
"I'm going to slide one finger inside your ass. I'm going to find your prostate--slow circles at first, then firmer strokes. I'm going to keep the head of your cock wet and slippery so every little pulse feels like fire. And I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. But only when I say."
He swallowed hard. Voice wrecked. "Please... start. Please."
"Beg properly."
"Please, baby--finger my ass. Milk me. Empty me. I need it so fucking bad."
She smiled, pleased.
She warmed the lube between her gloved fingers, knelt between his spread thighs. One hand stroked his shaft lazily while the other circled his hole--gentle, patient, teasing the tight ring until it softened for her.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Relax for me."
The first finger slipped in easily. She crooked it, searching--and found the firm walnut-sized bump almost immediately.
He gasped, whole body jerking.
"There it is."
She rubbed slow, gentle circles. At the same time her other hand smeared pre-cum around his cockhead in tiny, maddening spirals.
"Oh fuck--fuck--fuck--"
His hips rolled involuntarily. She kept the pressure steady, watching his face.
First orgasm hit like a freight train.
No warning buildup--just sudden, full-body convulsions. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. His cock pulsed, half-soft now, and thick ropes of cum spilled out anyway--splattering his stomach, dripping down his sides. His toes curled so hard the cuffs creaked.
"Holy shit," she breathed, eyes wide. "Look at that."
He was panting, dazed.
She didn't stop.
She kept the slow circles on his prostate, kept teasing the ultra-sensitive head. Within three minutes he was hard again--impossibly.
"Again," she whispered. "Give me another."
Second one came faster. His back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing out of him. More cum--less volume this time, but still forceful--spurted weakly, landing on his chest.
"Jesus--fuck--can't--too much--"
"Shhh. One more."
She sped up just a fraction. Added a second finger, stretching him gently while she stroked that sweet spot harder.
Third orgasm ripped through him. His whole body shook violently. Cock twitched and dribbled, almost no semen left--just clear fluid pulsing out in time with her strokes. He sobbed once--pure overwhelmed pleasure.
She kept going a little longer, drawing out tiny aftershocks until he was whimpering continuously, oversensitive and wrecked.
When she finally eased her fingers out he collapsed, chest heaving.
She peeled off the glove, tossed it aside, unbuckled the cuffs.
His cock lay against his thigh--still half-hard, glistening, spent.
She kissed his sweaty forehead.
"Think there's anything left?"
He laughed weakly. "Maybe... one more."
"Show me."
He wrapped a shaky hand around himself. Three strokes. Four. His eyes rolled back.
A final, weak spurt--more clear than white--landed on his stomach.
At the same moment she straddled his thigh, grinding her soaked pussy against the muscle, rubbing her clit hard and fast. She came with a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, trembling through it while he watched, wrecked and reverent.
They collapsed together, sticky and breathless.
She kissed him slow, tasting everything they'd done.
"Completely empty?" she whispered.
He gave a hoarse laugh.
"Fucking drained."
"Good boy," she murmured, curling against him. "Next time... maybe two fingers."
He groaned--and smiled.
Already half-hard again at the thought.
She stepped out, toweled off quickly, and padded naked to the bedroom. The sheets were already turned down. A soft pair of leather cuffs waited on each corner of the bed, discreet but strong. She lit one low lamp, just enough amber glow to see everything.
When he came in ten minutes later his skin was still damp, hair dark and slicked back. He smelled faintly of the cedar shower gel she liked. His cock was already half-hard, swaying as he walked--evidence he'd been touching himself under the water like she'd told him to, but not allowed himself to finish.
"God, you look edible," she murmured, stepping close.
He grinned, reached for her hips. "You're the one who's been plotting all day."
Their mouths met, slow and hungry. Hands roamed. She cupped his balls, rolled them gently while he groaned into her kiss. He slid two fingers between her folds, found her already slippery, and circled her clit with exactly the pressure she loved.
"On your back," she whispered against his lips. "I want your tongue first."
He obeyed instantly, lying down so she could swing a leg over his face. She lowered herself until her pussy hovered just above his mouth--close enough to feel his breath, not close enough to touch yet.
"Lick," she ordered.
His tongue flicked out, flat and eager, painting long stripes from her entrance up over her clit. She sighed, rocking gently, letting him worship.
While he worked her she started talking, voice low and deliberate.
"I've been reading so much about your prostate, baby. How full it gets. How you can come over and over without going soft... or at least not completely. How the orgasms feel different--deeper. Violent. I want to empty you tonight. Every last drop. But I need you aching for it first."
He moaned into her cunt, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
"And to make sure I stay in control," she continued, grinding a little harder against his tongue, "I'm tying you down. Wrists. Ankles. You won't be able to stop me even if you beg."
His tongue plunged inside her then, fucking her with it while his nose bumped her clit. She grabbed his hair, rode his face faster.
"Fuck--yes--just like that--don't stop--"
She came hard, sudden and sharp, thighs clamping around his ears as she flooded his mouth. He drank her down greedily, humming in pleasure.
When the aftershocks faded she lifted off him, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering.
"Arms up."
He lifted them without hesitation. She buckled the leather cuffs around his wrists, then his ankles, spreading him wide. The sight of him like that--naked, hard, utterly exposed--made fresh heat pool between her legs.
She straddled his hips, not letting him inside yet. Just sliding her wet slit along the length of his cock, teasing.
"Gonna edge you until you're crying for it," she whispered. "Then I'm going to milk that prostate until you're shaking and shooting blanks."
"Please," he rasped already. "Fuck, please let me come."
"Not yet."
For the next forty minutes she tormented him beautifully.
She rode him slow--lifting almost off, then sinking back down, clenching around him until his hips bucked helplessly. Right when his breathing turned ragged and his balls drew up tight, she stopped. Lifted off completely. Let him throb in the cool air while she rubbed her clit and came again, moaning his name.
She stroked him with a slick fist--fast, then feather-light--until pre-cum drooled steadily from the slit. Stopped again. Kissed him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
She sucked him deep, throat relaxing around him, humming until his hips jerked and he begged--
"Fuck--please--I'm so close--don't stop--please--"
She popped off with a wet sound. Smiled. "No."
She climbed back onto his face twice more, grinding out two more orgasms while he whimpered beneath her, cock twitching untouched.
By the time she finally slid off him his whole body was trembling, cock dark red, veins standing out, a thick string of pre-cum connecting the head to his stomach.
She leaned down, scooped some of her own wetness onto two fingers, and pushed them into his mouth.
"Taste how wet you make me."
He sucked desperately, eyes glassy.
She left the bed for a moment. Came back wearing a black latex glove on her right hand, a small bottle of lube in the other.
"Look at me," she said softly.
His eyes found hers.
"I'm going to slide one finger inside your ass. I'm going to find your prostate--slow circles at first, then firmer strokes. I'm going to keep the head of your cock wet and slippery so every little pulse feels like fire. And I'm going to make you come so many times you forget your own name. But only when I say."
He swallowed hard. Voice wrecked. "Please... start. Please."
"Beg properly."
"Please, baby--finger my ass. Milk me. Empty me. I need it so fucking bad."
She smiled, pleased.
She warmed the lube between her gloved fingers, knelt between his spread thighs. One hand stroked his shaft lazily while the other circled his hole--gentle, patient, teasing the tight ring until it softened for her.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Relax for me."
The first finger slipped in easily. She crooked it, searching--and found the firm walnut-sized bump almost immediately.
He gasped, whole body jerking.
"There it is."
She rubbed slow, gentle circles. At the same time her other hand smeared pre-cum around his cockhead in tiny, maddening spirals.
"Oh fuck--fuck--fuck--"
His hips rolled involuntarily. She kept the pressure steady, watching his face.
First orgasm hit like a freight train.
No warning buildup--just sudden, full-body convulsions. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. His cock pulsed, half-soft now, and thick ropes of cum spilled out anyway--splattering his stomach, dripping down his sides. His toes curled so hard the cuffs creaked.
"Holy shit," she breathed, eyes wide. "Look at that."
He was panting, dazed.
She didn't stop.
She kept the slow circles on his prostate, kept teasing the ultra-sensitive head. Within three minutes he was hard again--impossibly.
"Again," she whispered. "Give me another."
Second one came faster. His back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing out of him. More cum--less volume this time, but still forceful--spurted weakly, landing on his chest.
"Jesus--fuck--can't--too much--"
"Shhh. One more."
She sped up just a fraction. Added a second finger, stretching him gently while she stroked that sweet spot harder.
Third orgasm ripped through him. His whole body shook violently. Cock twitched and dribbled, almost no semen left--just clear fluid pulsing out in time with her strokes. He sobbed once--pure overwhelmed pleasure.
She kept going a little longer, drawing out tiny aftershocks until he was whimpering continuously, oversensitive and wrecked.
When she finally eased her fingers out he collapsed, chest heaving.
She peeled off the glove, tossed it aside, unbuckled the cuffs.
His cock lay against his thigh--still half-hard, glistening, spent.
She kissed his sweaty forehead.
"Think there's anything left?"
He laughed weakly. "Maybe... one more."
"Show me."
He wrapped a shaky hand around himself. Three strokes. Four. His eyes rolled back.
A final, weak spurt--more clear than white--landed on his stomach.
At the same moment she straddled his thigh, grinding her soaked pussy against the muscle, rubbing her clit hard and fast. She came with a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, trembling through it while he watched, wrecked and reverent.
They collapsed together, sticky and breathless.
She kissed him slow, tasting everything they'd done.
"Completely empty?" she whispered.
He gave a hoarse laugh.
"Fucking drained."
"Good boy," she murmured, curling against him. "Next time... maybe two fingers."
He groaned--and smiled.
Already half-hard again at the thought.
11 days ago
