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Only, that thought seemed wrong, so I said, “Thanks for considering my health, Master.”

“One should take care of their property. Get to it, boy. Chop-chop.”

The olive oil helped, but I didn’t think I was going to manage until Master put cruel clamps with teeth on my nipples, and two minutes later, I exploded onto the floor — and immediately went to all fours with my ass in the air to lick it up, though there wasn’t a whole lot, and I was pretty much positive my balls were beyond empty and there was no way I’d be able to orgasm again.

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Will

I hadn’t milked Davy yet, and I figured it was time. Also, if we were going to play with Micca the following night, having him in a state where it was impossible to orgasm would be helpful, since I didn’t want him to make a mess on our first night with Micca, especially if he was allowed in her pussy while I took her ass for the first time. He’d be in a condom, but still, I didn’t want to risk him losing control and no longer being hard when I wasn’t finished with her ass yet.

Our agreement says no emotional sadism, but that doesn’t include a basic mind-fuck, and I’d been clear about that when we negotiated.

I didn’t think he’d be able to manage another orgasm, but I ordered his next one early enough, if he’d managed, I could’ve waited an hour and ordered another.

But I was right that he was finished at five for the day, though I still made him try for thirty minutes while I put clamps onvarious parts of his body to up his arousal levels. He got close, but never close enough to beg for release.

“There’s still jizz in there, Davy. Either get rid of it yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

When it was clear he wasn’t going to be able to get himself off, I ordered him soft and put him on all fours on the playroom bed with a smaller stainless-steel mirror under his torso to catch the mess.

It turns out, no one has ever milked my boy, so I found afirstfor him, a new experience I could give him.

I use a medical-grade stainless-steel tool designed especially for milking, but I started with my finger in his ass, rubbing back and forth over his prostate to start, since he was new to this.

It’s a slow process, even with his poor dick wrung out from all the action and releases so it was easier for him to stay soft. I talked him through the process, and removed my finger the second I felt any muscles moving around inside him, waited thirty seconds to a minute, and then went back to it.

I never moved to the stainless tool. I could do that in the future, but I realized this first time needed to be flesh-on-flesh, personal and intimate.

Milking isn’t fast, especially the first time, but eventually, slime slid from his dick and my boy understood just how much control I can have over his body. I didn’t expect tears, but I talked him through them, told him how much I loved him, and when I was certain he was fully milked, I quickly washed my hands before I just held him and let him cry in my arms.

One never knows what will be a big emotional hit to a submissive or slave, and this had clearly hit Davy hard, but I didn’t demand an explanation while he cried. There’d be time for him to explain later.

When the tears slowed, I ordered a big delivery from my favorite local Italian place with all of Davy’s favorites, let thesecurity guys know it was coming, and then snuggled in with my boy again.

“You ready to talk about it?”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I didn’t ask for an apology, Davy. You’re supposed to be emotionally honest with me, and your reaction was about as honest as it gets. Talk to me, my sweet slave. I’m not upset with you. If you need some time to sort through your feelings, I’ll give it to you, but I’d like you to trust me with them so I can help you sort through them.” I kissed the top of his head. “Relaxed speech. Say it however you need to.”

He nodded, his face buried in my chest so I felt it more than saw.

“The first time Carlos had someone give me an enema, I cried. The guy who gave it to me was rough, and there was lots of soap, so he thought I was crying because it hurt, and that might’ve been part of it, but it was the loss of control over my body that got to me. I don’t remember when or how I was potty trained, or whether that might have something to do with it, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve been in control of when I poop. I mean, I was caged in a dog crate when the state found me, and there are notes about the first facility I went to transitioning me to use the toilet, so maybe I was kind of old before…” He shrugged. “I don’t know, Master, but for as long as I can remember, I decided when to go poop, so it was a really big deal when Carlos took that from me.”

Right, and I’d just taken all the ejaculate from his body in a brand new way. It was different from ordering him to come. I’d pressed it from his body, more or less. I hugged my boy harder and decided it would be best if I never met his biological parents.

“I’ve controlled when you can come since the very beginning, but I understand how this was different. I was going to let you figure out the after-effects of being milked on your own, butunder the circumstances, I think I should explain that part to you. You’re now completely empty, and it’ll take days for your body to build up enough fluids again for you to have a normal ejaculation. That means when you get hard for play with Micca tomorrow, you aren’t going to be able to come. You may or may not reach orgasm, but you’ll stay hard after.”

“How long, Master?”

“We’ll have to see how your body reacts. Maybe forty-eight hours, possibly double that, but you’re young and virile, so I don’t expect it to last much longer than two to four days.”

He nodded and kissed my chest. “It’s as it should be, Master. You’re supposed to have control over your slave’s body, and it’s a huge turn-on, but it still makes me want to cry.”

“Cry all you need to, and if the tears come around Micca, it’ll be okay. You’re my boy, and that means being one thousand percent emotionally honest with me.”

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