No Cum Till 2015! Mini blog

[ateasaboy]

Hey guys,

Background:
Though I've been curious about tease and denial for a long time, up until last Thursday I'd never tried it extending over more than a single session. But, last Thursday, I agreed to give control of my cock to an evil-genius-master I found online, until 2015 - a three week period. He's using all the weapons in his arsenal to slowly drive me up the wall. And he has a lot of weapons ;) I'm a competitive boy, and I'm loving the challenge. The teasing he dishes out is top class - he really knows what he's doing. The only downside is I'm finding that denial can be a lonely road. I'm a 24yo British guy, but I live abroad and it can be tough to be away from family over the Christmas season anyway. So I'm inviting you guys to come along for the journey.

I'll be posting regular updates here of how I'm doing. I'd love to see your comments. If you'd like more info, and pics and stuff, or you'd like to rub my face in my suffering a little more, can message me here and I'll give you my WhatsApp number. You know what they say guys - misery loves company!

So let's get started with the story till now:

Thursday:
We chatted for the first time last Thursday, almost a week ago now. It started simple - just gentle, slow, frustrating dick rubbing. Then gradually speeding up, riiiight to the edge...and STOP! You guys know the drill. Next, since I was already desperate for more stroking, we started with the famous foreskin rubbing. You know how it makes you wanna grab it and jerk for all you're worth, right? Finally, more stroking again, but before long...STOP! He taunted me about how his cock felt so good continuing to stroke after I had to stop, which obviously made my dick swell even more. I guess I have a bit of a taunting fetish going on. Then things started getting interesting. He found out I was a bottom, and started to ask how I like it - teasing, tickling right on the rim of my arsehole, gentle, slow probing and stimulation. He proceeded to give it to me just how I liked. By now the noises I was making could only be described as animal as I hit another intense edge wiggling my finger just inside the rim. But then he really turned on the heat. He made me edge with arse-teasing again, but this time no penetration was allowed at all. My mind exploded. I started begging. Begging to be allowed to slip my finger in, even a bit. But no. I was whimpering. "Right now a butt plug would be fun, to really get you in the mood - but alas: tonight it's no entry night!" he taunted. He made me get my favourite plug, suck it and rub it on the outside of my hole, but holy fuck - still no entry! I was hooked. This guy was teasing me like I'd never been teased before. It's his talk that really drives me bugfuck, getting in my head, fucking around with my mind. The edging went on and on, still with no anal penetration. He made me , "My arse is the for the top's pleasure, not mine!" repeatedly as I edged and cried and whimpered and begged. Finally the session was over, of course with no cumming.

[ateasaboy]

Friday:

Thursday night was all it took to get me under his spell. On Friday we started using WhatsApp messenger to communicate, which means he can reach me at any time, tightening his grip over me.

He messaged me in the morning which was enough to get me hard again, but he told me I wouldn't be touching my dick at all. I acted all macho, saying I could take it no problemo. In response, he had me rub my balls, my 'frustrators' as he calls them, and squeeze that secret little patch under the balls, no cock or hole stimulation at all, for a few short minutes.

I used to think I was pretty good at holding out under denial. USED to think haha. This simple tease had me panting like a dog in seconds. As soon as I was aroused, he disappeared.

The next time he messaged was late afternoon. I was writing an essay in a coffee shop. His instruction was very simple. Every few minutes, rearrange my junk. Should have been easy, right? But this simple act was channelling all my concentration to my balls, reminding me how they were gradually starting to feel full...before long, I was totally distracted, chewing the end of my pen and curling my fists. Suddenly, he told me to grope under the table. My hand snapped to my crotch, and I started rubbing. In my heat I was a bit too enthusiastic - I think the young couple at the next table spotted what I was doing. Man - he got a kick out of that - mocking me for throwing caution to the wind and thinking with my dick. All too soon, I was commanded to stop the stim. I begged to be allowed to go to the bathroom and edge. All I wanted to do was rip it out and jerk it. But no. The answer was no. He was really starting to get off on this.

One comment he made that day really stuck with me: "If you do as I say, you'll be eternally needy for my attention." This is exactly how tease and denial works. As I write this, almost a week into denial, what I crave, even more than stimulation to my dick, is his attention. I wish he would message me. I wish he would let me chat to him on skype. Let me see his face! I've never even seen it. Let me hear his voice. I want him so badly. To please him. I need his attention. "Horniness is now your default state." he said that Friday. "You'll have to get used to it while I use you as my own form of sexual entertainment."

[ateasaboy]

Friday evening:

Friday evening started with a message from my nemesis, let's call him 'K', with the order to find the hottest boy on chaturbate and watch him for 10 minutes. He had me sit on a bottle and ride my perineum, but no cock, balls or arse stim at all. As I watched the beautiful boy stroke his big dick, I felt feeling of jealousy begin to rise. And whenever he looked at the cam I felt like he could see me. That he knew my dirty secret. That he was mocking me.
"Tell him you feel that way!" ordered K.
I flushed red. "I don't think he cares, sir?"
"Of course he doesn't care. Nobody cares if you wank. Except me."

Then came the first tickle-tease session. Of all the things in this world that turn me on, there's nothing that gets me there with quite such intensity as tickling. Fuck him, K seemed to somehow know this. He had me simply tickle the very tip of my sensitive foreskin with my fingernail, light as a feather, or a blown kiss. Then, he had me do the same, right on my hole. And then, horror of horrors, both at the same time. I was shaking, panting and rocking back and forth in my seat. But all too soon it was over, and I was getting dressed again, feeling the most sexually frustrated I'd ever felt in my life, not having even stroked my cock once the whole day.

[ateasaboy]

Saturday

K had me get up early on Saturday to watch porn before my weekend classes started. No stimulation allowed at all. Right at the end, he let my tickle the foreskin again. He somehow knows exactly what gets to me. It's like he's inside my brain, knowing just which buttons to push when to cause the maximum devastation. It's like he's inside my cock. Of course, I begged to be allowed to stroke. Of course, the answer was no.

During my morning classes I managed myself fairly well, apart from one moment when I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of intense horniness, just as the teacher asked me a question. I was silent, for at least 30 seconds, stunned in my seat. Of course, the teacher didn't know what had happened. He couldn't. But I felt humiliated all the same, as if he did.

The afternoon saw another intense tickle-tease session, culminating in 10 precious full slow dick-strokes - it had been almost 2 whole days since my cock had enjoyed that kind of pleasure! K had me record my strokes and send them over, so he could cum to them. Bastard. But, what do you expect?

In the evening I suffered yet another all-too-short, all-too-teasing skype session. As a research student, I live abroad in a religiously conservative area. Homosexuality is not a concept here, and consequently, I haven't had sex since I arrived a year and a half ago. He had me press my dickhead against my hole, mocking me and saying that the only cock my arse ever gets is my own. He let me stroke, just a little, just enough to make me want more, short sharp bursts. And then it was over. I complained bitterly. He had me pat my own head and say, "There, there, little cum slave"......

[ateasaboy]

Sunday

On Sunday I had my first help-I'm-in-cum-denial emotional outburst. Revenge came swiftly and sharply, in the form of the most intense edging session yet.

Head-play. Lots of head-play. Running my finger round and round in circles, just on the million-dollar spot. Pulling the foreskin up with both hands, then rubbing it vigorously over the wet head, continuously, for 10 minutes. Every cock has its own secrets - the head is the key to mine. I used to believe I was the sole owner of the secrets of my dick. But he knows. He knows! Red-faced, I begged him to let me lie down while I pumped that flap of skin over and over my Achilles' heel. I knew if I could just lie down it would get me that much closer to being able to deal with the overwhelming sensations pouring through my body. My request was denied.

Then finally, after so many days, stroking! "Remember this feeling!" K taunted. A tiny part of my brain registered and quaked in fear at what tortures and denials might be to come. But mostly I was too consumed in the moment, the overwhelming pleasure of wrapping my hand round my cock and pumping, pumping, pumping! Then edging, so much edging. Then the mind-fuck.

By that time, we had established clearly the rules of our twisted little game. My cock, and consequently my whole self, is a toy for his sexual amusement until 1 January 2015. If I cum before then, unless he specifically says it doesn't count against me, I lose the game. If I last until the end of the year, he loses. This seemed acceptable to me at the time. Although now I realise that the hornier I get, the less rational, more naive, more trusting I become. I have a nagging fear that he'll somehow figure out a way to manipulate me out of my glorious New Year cumshot, that he'll snatch it away from me. Somehow. Anyway, to get back to Sunday night...

Suddenly, as I rode the edge for the nth time, 2 words appeared across the screen:
"Ruin it!"
"What, right now?"
"Yes!"
"But I don't understand - will I lose if I ruin it?"
Silence. I was still right on the edge, sweating, gripping the table.
More silence.
"Maybe. You can take a chance"
Confusion
"Do as I say"
"Ruin it"
I panicked. Drunk on arousal, I was slow.
"RUIN"
"IT!!!"
What is happening?
"I want to see your cum"
"That's an order - ruin it"
"I need to see your cum so bad"
"We're just two guys wanking our cocks now."
"Shoot for me. It doesn't mean you've lost. I cant' cum, goddamit! Just do as I ask!"
I was lost. But was this a glimmer of hope? Was there something about the situation I didn't understand? Could it be that my sir had a sir? Uncomprehending, my gullible mind began to dream.
"Count down from 10." he said.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6...."
Silence from him. Confusion. Is this it? Have I endured the torture? Is it over? Am I going to get to...to CUM???!!!
"5, 4, 3, 2...."
"STOP! Put it away. We can resume tomorrow."
My brain went flat. Like a balloon had just burst and deflated. Like there was a power-cut inside my head. How could I have fallen for the oldest trick in the book?

"Were you ever going to let me cum today, sir?"
Single word reply: "Nope!"

[ateasaboy]

Monday to Thursday

All day Monday I was indescribably horny, my mind still reeling, reliving every moment from the previous night's intensities, my cock still throbbing with the effects. But it was to be the last time I played for K on Skype for what has seemed like an eternity.

Has he let me be to deal with my denial in my own way? Has my hard work earned me some uninterrupted peace? Oh no. He's still here. Twisting his taunting into my thoughts, reminding me of my hapless state, from a distance. Perhaps it's because we're both busy people and we live in different time zones. Perhaps it's because he loves the denial as much as the teasing. I think it's probably both.

Don't get me wrong, it hasn't been 4 days of total denial. I've been allowed to stroke my cock. But only under very special circumstances. The most special of circumstances. This week, sir has twice thrown me to the mercy of those I affectionately refer to as "the creeps, the bastards and the morons of chaturbate".

On Tuesday, I was sent onto chaturbate to perform a cam-show with the following instructions. I was only allowed to stroke when someone typed the phrase "wank your dick". And then, only for 30 seconds. Then I had to wait until someone else typed the same phrase before continuing. I was to continue in this fashion for a minimum of one hour. Sounds simple. Yet brutal. It was.

For the first 20 minutes or so, all I had in my room were the kind of guys who type: "SHOW AS U BITCH!". Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. I was quite successful in accessing my vast array of "cam-slut tricks" to convince them to deviate from their normal habits and type the three simple words required for one stroking session. But to my horror, as soon as most of them had had their eyeful of me jacking, left the room, meaning there was an eternity between each 30 second tease. Arg, the frustration!!!

But then, it got worse. A couple of guys turned up who quickly understood the situation, and were loving it. Deserving of particular mention is the playful "Master XX", who specifically asked to be mentioned in this blog!
As a moderator in my chaturbate room, he has the power to silence people, so if he thought I was getting too much pleasure, he would stop them from being able to type the magic phrase, "wank your dick", much to everyone's frustration and his endless amusement. XX is comfortable and fun, and I'd played with him online before. But that night the power went to his head and his wicked side came out in a way that I had never seen before. He taunted me. He sent pictures of blue ballons to me - blue balls!! He made me sing for him. Spank my arse for him. Hold my pee in for him. Pant like a dog for him. And he made me beg. Oh man, he made me beg.

I'm a proud boy. I'm not accustomed to begging. I think of myself as in a different class from the "slaves" you meet online who snivel and whine at you right from the get-go. But on Tuesday night this week, I begged. I begged for that 30-second hit. I begged for that fleeting tease of pleasure in my dick. I pleaded. And yes, I snivelled.

It was several hours later and I couldn't bring myself to close the window and stop the show. XX had already tucked me into bed (I love it when he does this - it makes me feel so special!) and someone had finally allowed me that 30 seconds of pleasure again. But suddenly, a shift occurred. It wasn't pleasurable any more. It was too much. My dick wasn't hard. It was soft, and sensitive, and screaming. I started begging again. But this time, I begged the guys to let me stop pleasuring myself.

XX, the one who had been so vigilant in denying my strokes, suddenly switched gear and had me stroke repeatedly. I was writhing. Pleading. Fucking snivelling again - how I hate the snivelling. I cried for my blue balls. The taunting was intense! "No cum till 2015! No cum till 2015!" The bastards mocked as they pushed me further and further into a coma of horny delirium. I had already exceeded the time master K had assigned for me. I could stop the torture at any time by closing the window and going to sleep. But somehow I was trapped. I couldn't resist those torturous touches. Besides, who knew how long it would be before K granted me any physical pleasure-touches again? I suffered, endured, for what seemed like hours before XX finally had mercy and put me to bed.

Wednesday was another 100% no-pleasure day. Although I was semi pretty much all day, I managed to keep myself distracted well enough. But as I got into bed my arsehole was twitching, spasming. I longed to just reach down and give it a quick tickle. But I didn't. It's funny, the effect denial has. It's as if the longer this perverted game continues, the more I demonstrate my commitment, the more committed I feel. Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome?

Thursday, last night, was the same chaturbate game again, but this time 60 seconds instead of 30. I thought it would be much better, much less teasing. Wrong! By this time, it had been a whole week since I had last cum. Add to that the daily teasing and mind-fuckery, and you won't be surprised to hear I very quickly became overwhelmed with the stroking sensations. I very quickly began to beg for a break, the the pleasure to stop. And last night, the guys were brutal. There was no mercy.

A couple of guys who I'd chatted to before, who'd asked to be my master but who I'd turned down, were on. And they were feeling bitter. "You turned me down once, boy, but you can't turn me down now. You're screwed, boy. I'm gonna make you suffer. I'm going to make you cry. Your going to stroke your cock until you cry for me, boy. Wank your dick. Wank your dick. Wank your dick!" And I did. I stroked my cock, continuously for 40 minutes. I stroked my cock until I cried for them.

XX showed up again and was his usual playful self, though from my angle it was less like play and more like torture! I was a howling, writhing mess. I was whimpering. I was panting and hyperventilating uncontrollably. And one by one, spurred on by XX, the guys typed in those three little words, "Wank your dick". XX kept teasing me, claiming the stroking was over, before suddenly making me do it again. There was precum everywhere. I'm not a precummer. Where is all this precum from? There was more singing. Why is there always singing with this guy? Not that I mind singing. My mind was spinning. Sing. Then wank. Then sing again. Finally, after hours, I ended the show. My balls were aching with an ache I'd never felt before. I slept fitfully. My arse was twitching, all through the night, and all through the lecture I gave at university the following morning. My cock remained at a permanent three-quarters hard. As Master K gloatingly said today:

"Sounds like your cock and hole have ripened. Finally. Now the fun starts!"

[OnTheRimOfMyGlass]

Very hot...and what luck to find such a devious master! Looking forward to hearing what happens next.

[ateasaboy]

What's next?

Hey all,

Due to unexpected circumstances, unfortunately this little game has had to be cut short. But, in the future, I definitely want to try playing again. Who would like to be the master this time? If you're interested, get in touch!

My skype address is cock_teaser.

All the best,
slave
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