7 comments/ 44838 views/ 11 favorites My Pet Sam Ch. 01 By: gamer128 So, I'm a girl and I want to share a wicked secret with you. I have a toy in my basement. A very special toy. My fiancé has no idea about it, and I'd like to keep it that way, but it's way too much fun to keep to myself. This all started when I was given a cock ring as a gag present. I had joked that my then-boyfriend couldn't last very long in bed, and so for Christmas that year my best friend got me this little antique ring. It soon became apparent this was no ordinary cock ring - it had a very magical property. It makes it impossible for the wearer to climax. I'll be honest with you guys. I'm not a faithful girl. I soon learned this ring didn't just work on my man that way - it worked on any man. It didn't matter how much I stroked, sucked, fucked... the guys just couldn't cum. I loved it. It made guys worried about their quick-fire performances into stallions overnight, I could be pleasured for a long as I chose with any man I desired. After a while, though, I started to get bored of springing it on unsuspecting men. I started to consider the long-term uses of this little artefact. I came up with a wicked scheme. I installed a mattress in a certain room in the house. In our basement, we have a little cupboard, but due to space reasons we had to put the tumble dryer in front of the door. As a result, neither of us ever use that little space. Thinking about what's down there is turning me on as I type this. I'd had my eye on Sam for a few weeks. He worked in my local coffee shop, and we'd flirted and joked around for a while now. Now was the time. He was going away, going travelling around South America, a whole two years in another continent, his flight was the next day. I told him it's now or never - no strings attached fun, my place, tonight? Of course he said yes. Who wouldn't? I told him not to tell anyone... He knows I'm engaged, and of course he kept it quiet. He's a good boy. I picked him up in my car, drove him to my place when my fiancé was working late. He brought wine. I remember thinking that was so cute. I drag him downstairs. "The basement?" "Yeah the basement! Come on, you know I can't risk anyone finding out about this. We have a spare bedroom down there, come on..." "Hahah, sure. I guess it's a bit kinky anyway, right?" "Oh, you're into that?" I grin. I know he can't resist. "Well... I'm willing to try it!" He's so cute, so naive, I'm so turned on planning what I'm going to do to him I can feel my breathing speeding up. "Good, get in there!" I playfully throw him onto the mattress, flicking on the light. "Call this a spare bedroom?" "It's all you'll need!" I snigger, grabbing one of my purchases from earlier. "You said you were willing to try something, right?" "What's that?" "A strap to hogtie you with." "Whoa, whoa, isn't that a bit much?" "Do you want to fuck me, or not?" "I really want to fuck you." "Good. Let me put these on you." As I strapped his shins to his thighs, I felt a rush of adrenalin. Hardly warning him I handcuffed his hands to the buckle of the strap, and he giggled nervously. Oh he still thinks this is a game, how sweet. "What now?" "Now, I'm going to gag you!" "Do you have to? I mean, I don't really want to go this far..." But I could see how hard he is. He's playing with me, he's loving every moment. I ease down his pants as far as I can, I know he's loving how helpless he feels... but maybe if he knew what I had planned.... Maybe he wouldn't be so relaxed right now... So I gagged him. I stroked his cock, I teased him, all that other vanilla-kinky stuff I've grown so bored of. He loved it. His cock was so fucking wet, I knew his little moans were him begging me to fuck him. I wanted to get him close. So so close to climax... When he was about to cum into my mouth, I whipped out my little friend, the cock ring. I slipped it over his nuts, and I heard him groan, thrusting his hips as best he could... It was so hot. But I wasn't done with him. I saw his eyes widen as I reached for a bottle of lube. I rubbed it over my fingers, and started working his ass with them. God, did he struggle at first, he certainly wasn't used to that sensation. But I was relentless, and soon his moans of protest became moans of pleasure. I hadn't told him the little secret of my cock ring... But I'm pretty sure he would have cum long ago if he wasn't wearing it. He groaned and sputtered and I leaned over and grabbed the last two things I has bought. He saw what they were, and he struggled in a sudden, helpless panic. One is a vibrator, pink and lubed, I stroked it across his chest. "It has four settings... six different speeds... you're going to enjoy this one." "Mmm! Hmffff!" He struggled weakly, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he submitted. I waited patiently, and soon he must have realised there was no getting out of this one, and he still had such a massive erection, and boy he must have felt like his nuts were about to explode. Weakly, he allowed me to slide it into his butt. Well, the last thing I bought was another strap, this one tied to the others across his butt. So there was no way that vibrator was coming out, unless of course I took it out. I padlocked it for good measure. "There's four hours battery life in that thing." I said, as I watched him squirm and moan. "When I come back, I'll change the batteries. And the setting. So don't go thinking you'll be getting used to it." With that, I turned off the light and left him groaning and rocking helplessly, and laughed to myself. I go down and see him whenever I'm home alone. I'm a nurse so I know how to keep him going, and I often fuck his permanently hard cock while his eyes plead with me. I suck him off, even use a fleshlight on him. I know nobody will come looking for him for at least a few months. I sometimes wonder what he must think about, permanently on the edge of an orgasm he will never experience. Oh, the fun I'll have with him... But maybe one day, I'll decide my toy needs a little break... but until then... My Pet Sam Ch. 02 Please read 'My Pet Sam' before this story, to understand exactly how Sam came to be my little toy! * Poor Sam. Poor, poor Sam. I thought I should add a little more to his story, considering the fun I've just had with him. I did something I told him many, many times over the past few months I could never do. I've teased him, fucked him, bound him tighter, sucked his dick, stroked his dick, forced him to listen to the erotic stories I write, playing with him, made him cry with frustration. I would tickle and nip his pink nipples, lubing my fingers and running the very tips lightly over those sensitive little points. I bought a vibrating fleshlight, so both his dick and his ass would be buzzing all night and all day. In short, I control his world, his feelings, his pleasure and pain. One day, I even tortured him by pretending I was finally going to allow him to cum. After weeks of being helplessly kept at the edge of climax, I was finally going to fuck him, take off his cock ring, and feel him cum deep inside me. When I reached down to his balls to take it off, however, I pretended it was stuck. I told him I couldn't get it off. I went as far as to go get some lube to stroke over him (god did he moan when I did that) to try and ease it off, still pretending there was no luck. He groaned and whimpered and bucked his hips while I pretended to panic. I even pulled him onto my lap and apologised, promising if I could let him free I would, but since there was no way, I'd take the best care of him I could... Stroking his hair and feeling him weakly jolt and shudder, I couldn't help but wonder how helpless he must be feeling. ***The day she tortured me like that, oh man I still remember it when I'm lying awake at night struggling... how she held me close and whispered to me if she could let me cum she would, but now it was impossible... Knowing it was no longer in anyone's control, not mine, not hers... It turned me on more than I could believe. Stupid thing to say for someone in my situation, I know, but honestly I think even if I wasn't being repeatedly pleasured to the brink of orgasm multiple times daily, I think I'd get off on it. Either that or she's turned me into a massive masochist... She kept it up for days, bringing me my favourite food, talking sweet to me, not teasing me... which, in my situation, kind of just made things worse. However, for those few days, I felt like I was in heaven - I was the ultimate toy, plaything of fate, nobody or nothing could end this eternal subspace of pleasure and torture and feeling... so so close... forever... When she finally laughed at me, telling me she was still in total control and could free me whenever she chose, I felt myself jerked back to reality harshly. What a cruel trick to play on me... but I loved her for it... It gave me a wave of both relief and arousal - she was very much in command, and I was as much under her control as I ever was. She wouldn't let any harm come to me... but, no matter how much I begged, she still wouldn't let me cum... **** But, finally, one day a fortnight ago, on a whim, I let Sam climax. I went in his little room, as usual, bringing him something warm to drink (I'd got in the habit of bottle-feeding him... it made even mealtimes feel like an exercise in teaching him who controlled his life, and meant I didn't have to unbind him in the slightest). Those big brown eyes met mine and he greeted me with his usual whine and wriggle to try to make the simple task of replacing the batteries in his vibrator a chore. He nuzzled me as I fed him, and I worried for a moment he was getting too comfortable with his routine. I was also struck by curiosity - what does he think about? When he's ungagged, he usually just howls my name, or begs "please... please..." over and over, but what about when he's alone? I wondered if Sam was still in there, Sam who brought me coffee every morning with a cheeky grin and a flirty wink, who tried to impress me with stories about Peru and the mountains he was planning on trekking. So, on a spontaneous whim, when he was finished drinking and rubbing his cheek against my arm softly, I pushed him away. I climbed between the bar holding his knees apart and his dick, and pulled off the fleshlight. This wasn't unusual, I often got into this position before sucking him off, so he didn't squirm too much. Then, his eyes found mine. I don't know why, he must have realised something was about to happen, as he suddenly panicked. He began thrashing - or, at least, as much as he could, being tied wrist to ankle and shin to thigh. It was more of a weak rocking than a thrashing, but I knew the amount of effort that required. "Stop." I ordered him, and his eyes went wide with terror. I took hold of his erection, and rubbed my hand up and down. He struggled against me, clenching his fists, pushing his hips upwards through my hand to maximise the sensation... thinking, as usual, that it would all be for nothing when I decided his torture was through. Instead, I sat up higher so his dick pointed straight at his face, rubbed him at a pace I knew was driving him mad, and slipped off the cock ring. The effect was explosive. With a hoarse yelp of shock, pain and overwhelming pleasure, he shot his load hard onto his face, chest, and mattress. "Nooooo!" He howled, still thrusting helplessly through my hand, tears streaming down his face. "Noooo!" His cum was streaming, I could feel the powerful throbs of his cock pushing against me, his balls tensed. "No..." The amount of cum in each shot gradually lessened. He must have climaxed for at least thirty seconds, and still more jizz gently pooled on his stomach as I slid out from under him and started to unbind him. "Why...?" "Because, Sam, I've always wanted a toy to keep forever for-" "No... Why did... you let me... cum?" For the first time, I wasn't sure what to say to him. I took the vibrator, still buzzing, from his ass and chucked it next to him, then unbuckled his ankles and wrists, helping him ease his stiff legs straight. "How... long?" "Three weeks." "I... need..." He had gone helplessly limp, so I decided to let him sleep. Without saying another word, I got up, stared at the floppy half-naked man trembling with orgasmic aftershocks beneath me, snuck out, and shut the door. **** I must have slept for hours. At first I didn't even have the energy to clean myself so I lay in my own mess, hardly able to think or feel anything, but so so tired. I woke with my head still spinning, and cleaned myself weakly with a blanket, pulling up my pants which had been forced down all that time ago. My muscles hardly seemed to work. My cock was still throbbing and wet and red, semi-hard, my ass felt achingly empty. It was too light in that little room, my head pounded, but I soon slept again. I wondered why. Why she had pushed me over the edge I'd trained myself to believe was never coming. What did I do to deserve that? To be on the edge of heaven, of ecstasy, perfection... only to feel it, to have the one thing my mind obsessed over, have it forced upon me then to bring me back to cold, dark, scary reality. Had it really only been three weeks? I kept waking in shock, reliving the moment she squeezed my balls and slid the ring over them, the sudden rush of intense heat and pleasure and pain and helplessness... the hard relentless contractions of my dick, the hot fluid splashing over my face, my eyes... Every time I woke I'd find I'd climaxed a little more, a little more cum squeezed from my aching body. I longed for my owner to return, she would understand, she would make everything better again, surely...**** I returned that evening with another bottle. I was a little wary of opening the door - I worried my moment of weakness would mean I no longer had a little toy to play with whenever I chose. Maybe he would attack me when I went down there. I checked on my little camera I had installed to keep an eye on him... he was curled in a ball, awake but not moving, cuddling his little vibrator close to his chest like a child may hold a teddy bear. I opened the door carefully, as quietly as I could. His body didn't move but his eyes followed me warily. "Hungry?" "Uhh." His attempt to move towards me was weak, so I scooped his shoulders onto my lap and cradled his head, letting him drink. For a few minutes, the only sound was him suckling. His knees bent into his chest and he held his hands limply like paws over his stomach - he was so used to lying in that position, it must have become instinctive. Finally he finished, and he gazed up into my eyes. "You're my owner." He said at last. "Yes." I replied firmly. "I love you, Owner." "Don't get soppy with me." I snapped, and he cringed in my arms. "Please... please don't make me leave." "What?!" "I want to stay with you. Don't make me leave." "I'm not letting you go, Sam." I saw the relief flood over him, and I felt a twinge of arousal. He was giving himself to me, totally, he wanted me to control him, he wanted to be mine... "Why... did you let me cum?" "I felt like it." I shrugged. "You're just my little plaything, I can do with you whatever I want. I used to think of you as a pet, but you're less than that. No decent person could leave a pet tied up here alone all day and all night. No, you're lower than a pet - you're a toy. If I chose to fuck you, you'll have no choice but to give in. If I chose to deny you the chance to ever climax again, then you'll never climax again. Ever. If I want to make you into my helpless, hopeless, pathetic little plaything, then that's what you'll be." "Uhhhh..." Sam groaned, and I noticed the damp patch on the front of his pants growing. He'd cum. Just a tiny bit, just a few drops of cream, but he'd still orgasmed to the sound of my voice. I loved the waved of power I felt. "Sam, you're not going anywhere. You're staying here until you get your strength back, and then your training will start." I smirked at the look on his face, helpless, weak yet filled with hope. "Yes... Owner." "Now. Clean yourself up. No blanket this time, use your tongue. I'll be down here tomorrow morning, and then, then you'll know what it feels like to truly belong to me."