Every once in awhile I’ll get a client with a real ego. A man so sure of himself and that he controls the process. I always innocently explain in the beginning that some clients need to be restrained on the table. If he won’t agree then there’s no session. Of course they always agree.
Then I have my fun. I’ve had about 8 such clients over the last 3 years. It usually takes a few minutes before they realize they have absolutely no control in the situation. Their attitude will often change and they’ll become more gentlemanly and even try to manipulate the length of the session. Try to cut it short with excuses after they’ve cum a couple of times under my hand.
I then gently explain to hunny bun in the sweetest of voices that cumming is not enough. No no no. Milking is what they’re here for, not merely ejaculating for their own fulfillment. Did they not read the fine print on my agreement? I guess not. Oh well.
I was delighted with his first two ejaculations into my container. His loud groans and grunts and hip thrusting showed he was quite satisfied with his production too. He smiled proudly and seemed pleased that I was impressed. I of course explained that those were the easy ones. The third one was good too with a little help from my gloved finger gently massaging his prostate as he orgasmed louder this time his hard muscled body twitching on the table.
I kept massaging his prostate gently but a little harder near the end as the milky fluid stopped and now his fluid ran clear in a log stream into my container. He shuddered and gasped for air as I continued. We were close to the point where he was going to beg me to stop I could tell. I wasn’t going to. I was going all the way with this guy. Every fucking drop he had would be mine and he couldn’t do anything about it. He squirmed and cried out as I pressed a little harder and massaged vigorously in time with his twitching. I finally stopped and squeezed the last drops out of his big cock head.
I pulled my glove off and washed my hands as he lay there breathing heavy with no attitude or smiles. Just gulping air and covered in sweat. His big cock was still hard though and I got down and began tickling the head while he whined about being sensitive. I just slowly jerked the big head off with my hand while he continued to buck and cry for me to stop. Wasn’t such a big man now. I wondered where all his bravado had went as I gently tortured his hard cock head. This big man whined like a baby.
I decided I wanted to go all the way again. See if I could make him cum with no prostate massage to help. So for a half hour I worked his aching sensitive cock head while he jerked around and cried out like a baby. He was finally forced to spit out another load, albeit a small one, while hissing and grunting. I could tell his body was spent but I knew his prostate wasn’t. There was more to milk there. His big balls were empty though. He was covered in sweat, his thick brown hair matted to his forehead. There was no big wide confident grin any longer. Just exhaustion and sweat, and perhaps a hint of shame though he would never admit it.
He thought we were done. I laughed. “Not yet hunny bun, not yet!” I said.
I went into phase 3. I got a nice low electric current going to his prostate with a lubed metal rod up his ass while he squirmed. His big dick was hanging down and getting softer but not for long. His balls tightened up again and his dick swelled nicely to attention and ready for action.
I played with his dick and balls and sure enough with the low current he started to contract shortly, again and again, involuntarily. He just lay there unable to make any noise but grunt with each contraction and squirt of fluid that came with it. Now he was being milked. Now he was being drained completely. There was no big macho guy on my table with an ego. Only a helpless man past the point of being able to do anything but give up whatever I decided to take from him. And I took it all. He contracted a total of 9 times. Six of those gave me a lot of clear fluid. The last three were dry and he just grunted helplessly as his body jerked with each dry contraction. I shut it down. I pulled the rod out of his ass and untied him.
He lay there for 10 minutes while I tidied the room up. He didn’t make a peep. I helped him get to the shower and he cleaned up and dressed and told me he’d sleep for a week and probably wouldn’t cum for a month. He leaned on me as I helped him downstairs and out onto the sidewalk where his truck was parked. It was a beautiful summer evening with a warm breeze. We’d been at it since two. Four hours. We said our goodbyes and he thanked me and drove off. He was certainly a different man than the one who’d walked in earlier.
I went back upstairs and got naked and fucked myself with my toy. I needed a good orgasm after that session. A good tension reliever. Then I went home, watched a movie, and slept like a baby.