I used to- though not for the reasons you might suspect.
See, I did a little research on how to sabotage him, and came up with a plan to numb his mind by overexposure. So I encouraged him to watch porn, repeatedly bringing him to an almost-climax only to cut it off when he was about to come.
I taught him how to do it; how to ruin his orgasms to postpone climaxing; and of course I checked up on his progress whenever I felt mischievous.
He loved the idea of becoming totally dependent on me for relief, and loyally kept doing as I asked; eagerly sabotaging himself, proudly demonstrating his increasing inability to satisfy himself without my assistance.
At some point he was no longer playing the part -- he had picked up on so many bad habits and had saturated his mind with so much erotic vids that almost nothing proved exciting enough to meet his threshold anymore.
I loved it! Instead of lending a helping hand I urged him to try and relieve himself right next to me; complimenting him while he was at it it wouldn't be long now before he became entirely impotent, and he'd be begging me to do it for him.
And sure enough, half a year later he indeed literally begged me. Which was fun for awhile; but then I got bored so I put an end to it. I congratulated him on his achievement, but told him not to bother asking anymore cause I had no further plans for him nor any intention of helping him out with his little problem.
As I said: I thoroughly enjoyed having him jack off far too often next to me- but not for the reason you might think ;-) Don't get me wrong, I liked seeing him frustrated and begging; but the goal had always been to get rid of his dick.
The fact that he *knew* this made it all the more sweet. I presented the whole idea in such a playful fashion he never suspected I was simply telling him the truth...
A guy playing with himself for you ... it gives you such power- it's amazing!
See, I did a little research on how to sabotage him, and came up with a plan to numb his mind by overexposure. So I encouraged him to watch porn, repeatedly bringing him to an almost-climax only to cut it off when he was about to come.
I taught him how to do it; how to ruin his orgasms to postpone climaxing; and of course I checked up on his progress whenever I felt mischievous.
He loved the idea of becoming totally dependent on me for relief, and loyally kept doing as I asked; eagerly sabotaging himself, proudly demonstrating his increasing inability to satisfy himself without my assistance.
At some point he was no longer playing the part -- he had picked up on so many bad habits and had saturated his mind with so much erotic vids that almost nothing proved exciting enough to meet his threshold anymore.
I loved it! Instead of lending a helping hand I urged him to try and relieve himself right next to me; complimenting him while he was at it it wouldn't be long now before he became entirely impotent, and he'd be begging me to do it for him.
And sure enough, half a year later he indeed literally begged me. Which was fun for awhile; but then I got bored so I put an end to it. I congratulated him on his achievement, but told him not to bother asking anymore cause I had no further plans for him nor any intention of helping him out with his little problem.
As I said: I thoroughly enjoyed having him jack off far too often next to me- but not for the reason you might think ;-) Don't get me wrong, I liked seeing him frustrated and begging; but the goal had always been to get rid of his dick.
The fact that he *knew* this made it all the more sweet. I presented the whole idea in such a playful fashion he never suspected I was simply telling him the truth...
A guy playing with himself for you ... it gives you such power- it's amazing!
7 years
