Master versus pet: two tales of orgasm denial

**Today, I made my sub a deal: if his story gets more likes than mine, I’ll let him cum. If not? The sadist in me comes out to play. Which one you prefer?**

**Note: both stories are anonymous.**

**Both stories are anonymous. Let the votes speak.**

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##MindFuck

"You are always so hard when you tell me I’m not allowed to cum... Is denying a sub what really gets you off, Master?” pet asked me one night, just before bed.

“No, pet, it’s the mindfuck,” I replied. “I wasn’t always the Dom I am now. Back then, I was just a cocky prick who figured subs should drop to their knees the second I snapped my fingers. And to be fair, most Grindr sluts did. So why bother breaking them into pieces when they were already begging to be used? But then... one weekend with a straight guy changed everything. You wanna hear about it?”

He nodded, so I told him the story.

It was the night I was watching a movie with a pretty typical cuck. Big job. Good education. Smaller-than-average cock. His girl was back in Italy visiting her family. He’d just come back from working abroad for three months. Three months I spent fucking his girlfriend while he watched, jerking off on Skype. Now they wanted a threesome to live out their little cuckold dream. But I wasn't about to rush things.

I’d tried her first. Now it was his turn. Alone.

I reached over and fished his small cock out of his sport pants. I took my time with it, slow strokes while the movie played. After all, straight guys don't get hard that easy unless soft, girly hands are involved. Mine were too rough.

Twenty minutes in, he was a mess, precum dripping down his shaft, desperate to cum. But it wasn’t his cock that caught my attention. It was his eyes. That look... like he needed more than a hand. Like he craved orders. A straight guy that wanted to submit to another man.

So I tested him. I stopped right there, left his cock hard and leaking, paused the movie, and turned to him.

He looked at me, wide-eyed, waiting.

"What? Gotta piss, dude. Calm down and do not touch,” I said before stepping into the bathroom and leaving the door wide open, so he could hear the load stream hitting the toilet bowl.

He just sat there, frozen, staring at his cock. Still twitching, still dripping. Probably trying to figure out what the hell I was playing at.

I came back with my soft cock hanging from my zipper, smiling as I dropped down next to him ne grabbed his dick again like nothing had happened.

“Damm, cuck, that’s a lot of precum,” I said before leaning in to lick his head. Then, I hit play and went right back to stroking him. My eyes were on the screen like nothing was happening. Soon, I felt his whole body tense. His breathing went shallow, faster. He was right there. And just when he thought he was about to cum, I just let go of his cock like it was nothing and I stretched my arms over my head.

“The movie is great, isn't it?”

He just nodded like a kid with a toy out of reach.

I had the control and he knew it.

"Don't worry, boy. You'll cum, alright? But first, I'm going to play with your baby carrot dick for a while.”

I kept drawing him close to the edge and then, stop. Over and over and over again.

Each time, his face went desperately blank while his eyes were locked on his throbbing, dripping cock. I pushed him into a state of pure ecstasy, knowing that his mind was completely lost, completely fixated on me. I was loving every fucking second of what I was doing to him. My rock hard cock proved it.

"Good, the movie is over. I really liked it. Do you, idiot?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. He was there, but his mind had already given in.

I began stroking faster, longer strokes, using the precum around his cock as lube.

“Do you like how I jerk off your tiny cock, slut?” I asked him.

My words were entering his ears, but he wasn’t registering them. He was just feeling my hand working him up and down.

"F*g, now I want you to cum,” I commanded. His eyes widened instantly. “But as you get closer...I want you to picture something...” I quickened my strokes,"...Imagine me doing this to you while my cock is buried in girlfriend’s pussy."

And with that picture, I pushed him over the edge.

He groaned. His tiny cock twitched as longs and thick strands of cum splattered all over my pants and hard cock.

I smiled.

"If you want this fantasy to come true, you’d better start by licking the cum off my cock and pants. Be a good little cocksucking bitch before I fuck your throat like I fucked your mind."

He panted, “Yes...”

“Yes, SIR!” I corrected.

“Yes, sir!” he replied, surrendering to me.

“That weekend changed everything,” I told my pet. “Now, I fuck their minds before touching their holes.”

He looked down at my white underwear, and smirked. “You’re hard now, Master.”

I grabbed my bulge and gave him a look. “And I fuck your mind so many times that you should know exactly what to do now, pet.”

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##Only pain?

"Today is gonna be a special type of torture pet!," he said with a devious grin on his face. "You are allowed to cum!"

I was getting a little confused as I often do with his tasks as they not always are what they seem like, "How is cumming gonna be torture?" but I couldn't even answer before I heard the twist.

"BUT there will be no pleasure for you, only pain!…Ah and I almost forgot an important rule: if your clitty gets small, you will get back to the cage and there won't be any cumming!"

"Yes Master!" I replied scared but motivated to take the chance to cum.

He took the key for my cage out of his pocket and unlocked it. My clitty immediately took the opportunity and grew hard, being able to cum after being locked up for two months straight, gets it excited pretty fast. But I was worried about what was about to happen to it, knowing well, the excitement probably wouldn't last for too long.

"That's how I like it, excited to cum and ready for me to show it its place!"

SMACK!

With a loud scream, my clitty began to bounce up and down, with full force my Master had just hit the tip of my clitty with his open hand. It was an intense stinging pain, but it wasn't making my clitty any softer, instead it made me only more horny. I was craving more of that delicious pain and looked at him with pleading eyes. He responded with an even harder smack and I knew he would change my pleading eyes into once filled with fear, and only then he would begin being satisfied with me. He pulled his arm back even farther and continued hitting my clitty harder and faster, not leaving me any break.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The first tears began running down my cheeks, the pain began to overwhelm the pleasure I am normally getting from my Master inflicting pain on me. I desperately needed some relief.

"Please Master, have a bit of mercy," I begged him, as I wasn't sure how long my clitty would stay hard with his fury of blows.

"Scared your clitty will turn soft again?! That should help!" he answered, while not stopping or softening his hits, instead with his other hand he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, making me scream from the top of my lungs, but I felt the blood rushing back into my clitty. He knows that I love that gutting pain of having my balls crushed with his manly hands.

"Thank you Master!" I said with a heavy breath, feeling a bit of relief which wouldn't hold on for all too long.

His smacks continued, until my clitty was glowing red, burning with intense pain, like he had rubbed chili oil all over it. I endured the pulsating pain as best as I could, but I grew more worried with each minute that my clitty would lose its fierce battle with its Master.

After what felt like an eternity of me shivering and crying from the pain, he suddenly stopped and began caressing my clitty. But even his soft touch made me flinch in pain. But it was a needed break from the intense spanking, which had almost broken me completely.

"That's exactly how I want your clitty to be!" he said proudly admiring the masterful work he had done to it. Swiftly he grabbed my bright red clitty, still burning with great pain, and began to stroke it. His hand was quite cold, soothing my clitty a little. But his grip was getting harder with each stroke and I knew I would need to focus and cum, because the pleasure could be only pain in a moment. So I had to act fast and not waste any time, if I didn't want to lose my chance.

"Please Master, punch my balls!" I begged him, eyes filled with fear and craving alike, hoping it would be enough to bring me over the edge.

"How could I say no to that, after all I am quite the caring Master!" he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

THUMP!

The ruthless punch connected with my balls, making me moan from pain and pleasure.

Finally with one more stroke, my clitty was able to release all that delicious cum, unloading it all in a large puddle on the floor. My Master let go of my clitty and I dropped to the floor, exhausted and hoping I would be allowed to lick up my cum.

"Good boy, you did quite well, I thought you wouldn't be able to cum! But now clean up that mess, while I am getting some lotion for your clitty because you will be in quite the pain for a few days!"

Already on the ground I began licking up all the cum, while still flinching from pain when I my clitty touched the cold floor, making me realize the next days would be full of torture as well.

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**So now, which one you like the most? Mindfuck or Only Pain?**