Denial Experiment

The other day I decided to do some experimenting. It has been awhile since I did much of anything other than jack off. I would do the usual as a sub with no home. I would stand over the toilet, stand in the shower, lay back on the bed, kneel down on the floor. You know, pretty much wherever I wanted to go. So I decided for something a little different. Since I have no owner at this time to control when I cum, I decided to do it myself. I purchased a nice cock cage, put it on, snapped the lock and then put the key away. It didn't take too long to realize how uncomfortable those things are for daily use. I had forgotten how awkward they can be to wear under clothing etc. Being as sexual as I am, I had also forgotten how restrictive they are. Erections are dead with these little babies on as you can imagine. After a week, I decided that it was time to take a break. I wanted to see if a a man in his forties could still pump off as much after being denied as I did say in my younger years. I had no illusion about shooting the headboard like I did when I was eighteen, but at least it was worth I shot (no pun intended). So, I decided to go with a gay porn domination site. You know I found one of those where the muscle boy is spread out on a table and some big bear is torturing his balls. I thought this is perfect. Now, since I'm not gay at heart (usually a plus for a male dominant by the way) and I prefer a female owner, using the gay site was a way to test and see how effective the device had been. I turned on the pictures and set them to scroll over the screen. I then unlocked the device and allowed myself to pop free. Needless to say I went instantly hard as I imagined I was the young muscle stud in pictures. I reached over and got a little K-Y and started stroking. Within just a few seconds, I could feel my stomach muscles tightening and my hips lifting slightly off the bed. I tried to maintain my gaze at the screen, but it was no use. My own sexual urges had exceeded those of the young stud on the screen who was now having some sort of shock device touch his balls. I felt myself edging closer to climax and as I did, I pumped faster. Like most sessions, I began to imagine myself as the sub to some great dominant person. I imagined that He or She had me in front of all their friends and had decided I had to jack off for their amusement. Within seconds of that imagine entering my mind I exploded. It felt fantastic and my experiment was a success. I had not felt that time of ejaculation in years. A little denial had led to a huge explosion. As I took a wash cloth, got up and moved toward the bathroom, I looked back at the bed for a moment. Right there on the corner of the headboard was a small, slow moving stream of white juice making its way downward. It wasn't as much as when I was an eighteen year old slave to Mrs. Penny, but it was a stream nonetheless....