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Always hard...

My cock had been getting hard in the mornings and hard whenever I see anything sexy and hard at random other times, but I was not allowed to do anything about it.

My Master had strict instructions that I should not touch my cock at all except for essential use and cleaning, which left me constantly horny. I could cheat, but I never would despite the temptation . my respect for my Master was too great to ever deceive him.

But it was even harder today, as my Master had told me to come to his house. This usually meant some sexual service, and very occasionally it meant me getting to cum. Just the possibility had already got me dripping.

I arrived at his house at exactly the right time . I knew better than to be late for him. He kissed and hugged me, then said, "Now, down to your duty. Strip and kneel". He pointed at the floor in front of a chair, and I knew exactly what to do. I tore off my clothes, then knelt where he had pointed, hands behind my back and mouth open.

He sat in the chair and unzipped the fly of his jeans. My eyes grew bigger as he pulled out his impressive cock, already semi-hard and seven inches, a glisten of precum at the tip and a glint of the metal cockring he always wore at the base.

My tongue extended and licked the tip, then worked down the shaft. Slowly, I sucked his head into my mouth, working his foreskin up and down, then moving my lips further down the length as his cock took over the whole of my mouth, flicking his sensitive parts with my tongue.

I was rock hard, my cock pointing into the air. I pumped his cock as it pummelled the back of my throat. My hands fell to my side, and my fingers stroked my own hard flesh as I sucked on his.

Suddenly, my Master pulled his cock back, put his hand on my head, pushed it back to make me look up at him, and said, "Did you just touch your cock?"

I wanted to look down, ashamed, but he kept me looking into his eyes. "Yes, Sir," I replied.

He stood me up, then picked up a heavy leather straitjacket. With ease from years of practice, he put my arms into the long sleeves, bucked it up at the back, then buckled the crossed-over sleeves together at the back, securing me into it and keeping my hands well away from my cock, which was now stiffer than ever.

I was pushed down in front of the chair and in moments his great cock was thrust down my throat once again. I worked on his cock in the way that my own cock needed to be worked on, squeezing it where mine sorely needed to be squeezed.

I heard his low groan; I looked up to see the expression on his face. Moments later, he tensed and my throat became flooded with his sperm. I swallowed fast as his cock kept pumping fluid into my mouth.

He finished and slumped back, out of breath for a moment. Then he leaned over me and unbuckled the sleeves of my straitjacket. He said, "Well done, boy. Here.s where you get your reward. You may touch your cock and cum if you want to, but only for a little while."

My hands went straight for my cock, even though they were still in the thick leather sleeves of the jacket and so nearly useless. I furiously rubbed at my cock, feeling the ecstasy of touch after so long without. I hardly noticed my Master looking at his watch.

After working my cock as much as the sleeves would allow, I started to feel the slow build up that would eventually lead to firing cum out of my cock. But then Master shouted "Stop!" and pulled the ends of the straitjacket sleeves into the air, forcing my cock to dangle untouched once again. He said, "You.ve had your 30 seconds of reward, you are now back under orders not to touch it."

My mind exploded with frustration at what was so close but taken from me, and then with appreciation that my Master was looking after me and controlling my actions for my own good, even when I wanted the exact opposite.

I smiled and said, "Yes, Sir."


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