This poor boy has been locked up all day. Teased and tormented… His cock reaching the brink of excitement and then being denied and locked up again… That kind of torment really fucks you up psychologically. It’s quite fucked up and that’s what I love about it. So let’s unlock him and get his hopes up. His balls have been squeezed, kicked, paddled, and pinched. I can’t give him too much pleasure. There must be plenty of pain to weigh it all out. I laugh as he groans. I spit on my hand and start rubbing his cock. He seems to like the sensation of my warm spit. Perhaps he’s imagining my mouth all over his cock. He’s so pent up. He has no idea whether or not he’s going to get to cum this time. I don’t even know myself. I just do whatever the fuck I want. After all, I own him. I grab the pocket pussy and start fucking his cock with it before pulling it off abruptly when he starts enjoying it too much. I slap his cock and tell him I want him to beg me to be allowed to cum. He sounds pretty pathetic so I tell him to shut up. If he says one more word I’ll deny him his orgasm. silence. He must really want it. He does a good job of following my orders until all that teasing and denying makes his brain go fuzzy. He speaks. I’m feeling generous, though, so I give him one last chance. He’ll get an orgasm but it won’t be pleasurable. When I finally allow him to cum, I ruin his orgasm. The huge amount of cum that has built up over the course of the day dribbles out of his cock and makes a big, sad puddle on the ground. I have to squeeze pretty hard to make sure I get it all out. This is how I keep my slaves obedient.