Stick it through

Author: drop
Title: Stick it through
Date: 16 May 2014

“Stick it through, boy, and I will give you the biggest orgasm of your life.”

He had a lovely demanding tone in his voice and I was horny as hell, so I complied. Dropping my pants to knees I stuck my dick through the hole in the wall. It felt rather awkward, pressing my body against the wall, my dick disappearing into nothingness. A man I could not see on the other side of that wall. But then he ran his fingers over my dick, sending shivers through my whole body.

Slowly and carefully he caressed my balls, pulling them to his side of the wall. Just as slowly, he started stroking my dick – that by now was at full attention. I wanted to come right there, that moment, but his movements were so slowly they were not even close to pushing me over the edge. Slowly he increased his pace. Normally I love to cuddle, but with this wall between us, there was nothing I could do but pressing my body more firmly against it.

When I was getting closer to the edge, a soft moan escaped my mouth. Abruptly he released my dick, leaving it hanging on his side of the wall. I heard him gniffling through the wall and some ruffling around. “Come on, please continue, please,” I whispered beggingly. “Oh, we're gonna have so much fun,” he responded.

The next thing I felt was the tip of his tongue on the head of my dick. I was in heaven. Incredibly slow, he started making small circular movements around my dickhead. A quiver went through my body, causing my dick to jump up and down. “Hold still, boy,” he snapped. So I did. Every bit of my head that was not going round in delicious circles at the sensations at my dick, concentrated on not moving. As he continued, flickering his tongue over my piss slit, I had to close my eyes, but managed to keep my body still.

While his tongue continued its devilish work, I felt his hands being busy around the base of my cock, close to the wall. I did not care. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to be in his arms. I had to focus on not moving. I desperately wanted to come, but he moved so delicately slowly. I had to focus on not moving. I heard a ratcheting sound from the hole, but did not want to look. Precum was leaking down my shaft. I felt some pressure around the base of my cock, but did not dare to move to see what was happening. He licked my shaft, cleaning away the precum.

Then he started fondling my balls again, which was almost enough to push me over te edge. I moaned and I shivered, no longer able to control myself. Once again, he abruptly stopped touching my dick, only the pressure around the base of my cock continued. I was so close to coming, I was willing to promise him anything if he would just give me that last push over the edge. Part of me wanted to just return my dick to my side of the wall so that I could give myself those last precious strokes. But I knew I would never be as good as the torturingly slow job he was doing on me.

“Oh please, please please, continue! I'll do anything...” I begged.
“You need to learn to control yourself.”
“Yes, I will, I will.”
“Indeed you will boy, indeed you will. Silent now. And don't move.”

I froze, even afraid of breathing too hard. There was something commanding in his voice that, in combination with my hornyness, simply made me obey.

He started sucking me. His lips around my cock moving up and down, his tongue tickling my shaft from underneath. Once again, he started slowly, but now he quickly increased his pace. Almost, I was almost coming. I kept my body perfectly still, held my breath and prepared for what would indeed be one of the best orgasms of my life.

I needed one stroke, just one touch more. And then he stopped. To hell with it, then I'll do it myself, I thought to myself. I needed that last stroke more than anything, so I pulled back. At least, I tried, because my dick would not move one inch. The pressure I had felt around the base of my cock before now firmly held it in place.

He had locked my cock into this hole in the wall.

Right now, when I wanted to touch it more than ever before in my life, my cock was completely out of my reach. Separated from me by a solid wall. On his side of the wall. I started trashing against the wall, but found there was not much I could do. My pelvis was effectively fixed to the walls, leaving my legs and upper body little space to move.

I started yelling, “What the f-”.
“Shush,” he said, “Silent boy. I've locked your cock on my side of this wall, so it is mine now. But you have a choice. Either you'll follow my exact orders and you will have that glorious orgasm I promised before, or I'll unlock you so that you can ordinarily beat yourself of. Your choice.” And with that, he slowly licked the full length of my shaft.

Oh my, I wanted to come so badly. But I wanted to come through the glorious workings of his tongue even more badly. If I had been in the position to do so, I would have been beating of right now. But I wasn't, I still felt my cock tingle from his touch. I resigned,

“I'll do everything you want me to.”
“I knew you would boy. Put this on boy,” he said, dangling something over the wall. It was a leather hood, with no eye holes and on the inside I saw a penis gag. At the end of the zipper was a small padlock that could be used to lock it in its place. Once I put this on, there would be no seeing of speaking for me until it came of.

“Put it on now,” he said, giving my dick a slow stroke. My dick took over and before I could think things through, I gulped the penis gag down, pulled the hood over my head, closed the zipper and locked the padlock with a clear snap.

Darn, that hood was tight. I could not see, didn't hear much, was unable to speak and felt the hood pressure on my head. I felt a bit concerned about what I had gotten myself into, but then he started working my cock again.

Even slower than before, he moved his fingers over my cock. Tantalizingly slow movements, if I could have, I would have humped the wall, but I was firmly fixed to it. But he continued. Touching my piss slit. Waiting a bit, not touching me at all. Then, suddenly, a firm grasp around my shaft. A single stroke, before he moves his hand away again. I am so close to the edge, but completely unable to do anything about it. It is the most lovely kind of frustration, but it is frustration still. I want to come. I need to come. As his slow strokes continue I start to lose it. A low grunt escapes me, even though the hood muffles most of the sound.

He continues his stroking, though he seems to move even slower than before. Aw fuck. I want to come but I can't. I want to tell him to let me come, but I can't speak. I want to touch my dick, but it is on his side of the wall. I want to touch him, I wan't to touch him, but have not even seen his face. And the stroking continues, slowly rubbing my cock head, smearing the precum that is now dripping out all over it.

Several times he just does not touch me for minutes, just to work my dick head with his tongue when I am about to go limb. Once again a drop of precum runs down my shaft, pushing me even closer to the edge.

After some time I can no longer contain myself. Please let me come. I need to react, I need to respond, I need to push myself over the edge, so I bang my hands against the wall in pure frustration and pleasure.

The stroking stops.

For a few minutes nothing happens. He does not touch me and my other senses are blinded. I just feel my throbbing cock on his side of the wall. He would not leave me here like this, would he?

Then, suddenly, I feel two hands caressing my ass. My heart skips a few beats. He starts caressing me and I struggle to touch and caress him back. Being firmly attached to the wall, I can only touch him by reaching back, so that is what I do. I tug on his clothes to pull him against me, his chest against my back. Stretching out, I move my hands over his back, sliding into his leather pants, giving his ass a firm squeeze. Pushing him against me with one hand on his ass, I move the other to the front of his pants, to give his dick a few tugs. My own dick is still standing strong, but onfortunately there is no one on the other side of the wall to attend to it.

While I continue stroking his dick as good as I can behind my back, he slowly moves his hands up my body. Slowly and tenderly he lifts my t-shirt over my head, revealing my upper body. I notice he is breathing heavily, so I return my hands to his pants and start to really pump his dick.

I hear his voice, close to my ears but still muffled through the hood “Easy now, boy.” With that he kneels down, his dick out of my reach, and starts untying my shoes. Before long he has removed my shoes, socks, pants and undies. I am now completely naked, except for the hood. I want to come so desparately.

He places my feet close to eachother and with a ripping sound begins to wrap something around them. Tape! He is taping my feet together with several rounds of tape. In a similar fashion, he applies tape just below and above my knees – I can no longer move my legs.

We he stands up again, I start touching him again. Anything to signal him how desparately I need to come. He crosses my wrists behind my back, palms facing toward him, and tapes them together with several loops. When he comes closer to pull my upper body slightly away from the wall, I use my tied hands to rub his crotch. He starts winding the tape around my upper body and uppers arms, effectively pinning my arms to my body. Meanwhile I continue rubbing his crotch through his pants, faster and faster.

I feel he is getting close to coming and my own cock responds accordingly. If anything would touch my cock right now, I am certain that I would explode right away. But nothing does touch my cock, so instead I continue rubbing his.

“No,” he whispers, “No, not yet.” But I continue, now unable to stop. His breathing gets faster and faster and with a final stroke I push him over the edge.

I continue rubbing him to prolong his orgasm until he pulls back out of my reach.

Here we are. Me, my cock fixed to a hole in the wall, my head enclosed in a full leather hood, my legs and arms firmly taped together. And him, in his leather pants, still panting from his orgasm. My cock is aching for release, but I am in no position to do much.

“Wow,” he says, “boy, I told you not to do that. Now I am afraid we will just have to keep you waiting for that orgasm until I am ready to have another one myself.”