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THROTTLING THE COCK

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by Josh My cock is a very greedy monster. By �monster,� I do not mean that it is physically large. I mean that it has a voracious appetite for stimulation, and it can easily overpower me and make me do things against my will. This beast has gotten me into a lot of trouble. Losing sleep by staying up late at night prowling through porn theatres and bath houses. Calling in sick to work so I can stay home and perv out on porn. Even rubbing myself inappropriately under the table during staff meetings at work. As you can see, my cock is a greedy monster that makes me indulge in questionable behavior. So to try to keep the upper hand, I deny my cock the pleasure it screams for. I will go days and sometimes weeks without touching it or watching anything erotic to arouse it. Since my cock is a greedy monster, with each passing day of this denial it grows more angry and demanding. It will start throbbing incessantly all day long, begging me for the slightest attention. �Just one hump against your desk leg,� it pleads. �Or straddle the washing machine on the spin cycle.� Is that perverted, or what? But since my cock IS a monster, it soon begins overpowering me, and I become weak. But since I resent a mere piece of flesh having such control over me, I commence tormenting my cock. First, when I wake up in the morning with a raging boner, I�ll pull the covers down like I�m going to masturbate. My cock starts throbbing, but instead of grabbing it and stroking, I�ll slap it really hard a few times. Though my cock is a greedy monster, it�s also stupid, so it always forgets about the past times I�ve done the same thing. I then get up and shower. My pole is at full-mast, pleading with me to lube it up with soap and do a really quick wank. I ignore it. I get out of the shower, dress, and go to work. Whenever I have to take a piss or a dump, I go to the bathroom and go into a stall. My cock gets excited again when I take it out to piss; when I�m done pissing, I�ll stroke it a few times, then immediately stop and quickly shove the engorged beast back in my slacks and go back to work. By this time my cock is REALLY angry and raging. Now we get to the meat [pun intended] of my account. After several days of this torturous activity, I choose a day to finally let myself cum. Instead of torturing my cock, I masturbate it every hour throughout the day, getting to the �point of no return� and stopping before I cum [this technique is called �edging� and can make you delirious with lust; e-mail me if you want more information]. Half-way through the day, my monster KNOWS that this is the big day, and he starts making me REALLY try to cum each time I edge him. But I�m much too smart for him, and enjoy denying him the release he is craving more and more with each passing hour. I forgot to mention that I drink a lot of water throughout each day, so I piss hourly. Same regimen as before: To the toilet, whip it out, piss, stroke furiously for several seconds, then slam it back in my pants. The feeling of an engorged cock shaft AND balls that are REALLY full of spunk is really intoxicating, and I become less productive at work as the day progresses. And then I get home. I draw the shades in my bedroom. I put on the porno tapes, videos of really twisted and intense homosexual activity such as groups, s/m, violence, hyper-masculine force, etc. I open my toy bag and lay out the accoutrements. Wooden clothes pins. Metal tit clamps. Cock rings. Small leather cat o� nine tails. A ruler. A wooden back scratcher. An emory board. I shower, washing every part of my body except my crotch area. I step out of the shower and don�t dry off with a towel; instead, I stand there air drying, and begin rocking my erect penis back and forth, making it flop around lasciviously in the air. As I look at myself in the mirror at my thick cock and my spunk-engorged balls, my lust begins rising. I begin smacking my cock on the counter top. When I�m dry, I go back into the bedroom. I put on tit clamps first. My tits are �wired� to my cock, so the monster now begins REALLY throbbing. I�m still standing, and will remain standing through much of the following. I bend over and the weight of the metal tit clamps pulls against my nipples. I start bucking my hips back and forth energetically, making my cock flop forward and backward forcefully. My hands are on my hips, and I�m just gyrating like a depraved pervert in heat. I pick up my favorite cock ring: A custom-made 2� wide leather strap with Velcro to fasten it [so I can adjust the tightness to the perfect amount]. Carefully avoiding touching any of the skin on my monster�s shaft, I quickly get the cock ring on and fasten it tight. My cock always throbs notably as soon as I do that. I then pick up a cat o� nine tails and begin lightly flogging my cock on its top side. I gradually increase the force and the pace until I�m really flogging myself HARD. When I reach my pain threshold I stop. I pick up the ruler and begin tapping the bottom of my balls. This likewise begins to increase eventually, until I�m really pounding them. I�ll also reach around and slap the ruler against my ass cheeks just for the hell of it. Next is a tighter pair of tit clamps, so tight they really did into the skin. I pick up the cat again and start flailing on my cock again. By this time, my cock is throbbing painfully and oozing a steady stream of pre-cum. I�ve got both cats in my hands, so I�ve got one working on my crotch while the other works on my now-tender tits. I go harder, and harder, and harder, and HARDER, until I can�t fucking stand it anymore. I�m delirious by now, a totally perved out animal. I lay down on the bed on my back. Now remember, my hands have not touched the skin of my shaft at all. I grab my cock and the base of the shaft and around my balls -- basically, my first is wrapped around the works the same way the cock ring is. I squeeze tightly, making the skin of the shaft stretch tight and the pressure on my balls to increase. I mash my balls up around the base of my cock and throttle by monster and its monster balls. My grip is VERY tight, and I am strangling my cock. The pre-cum is not rolling down the shaft in streams. Maintaining the vice-like grip, I begin shaking and vibrating my genitalia. I am absolutely CHOKING that fucking cock and CRUSHING those batter-filled balls. I shake them, and flail them around, and vibrate them violently. My legs are spread wide, my toes are curled up tight, my left hand is pounding on my nipples. My cock is in utter agony, virtually screaming at me for a little pleasure -- perhaps a soft touch of my hand on the shaft. But I�m too angry at my cock for controlling my life and making me a pervert. It deserves to be punished. My left hand starts smacking the top side of my cock. Then I start punching, while my right hand is STILL violently choking. I feel the cum churning in my balls. I keep flailing my cock around, so hard and violent I think it will snap off if I�m not careful. The cum is smoldering and boiling. My lust is smoldering and boiling. I�m consumed with disgusting perversity and lust, totally degrading and defiling myself. The lust rises, higher and higher, uncontrollable, totally consuming, and then I hurl myself over the edge into orgasm, panting like a dog and moaning uncontrollably as the molten spunk hurls out onto my chest and stomach. I know that my mouth is utterly slack-jawed and my tongue is babbling incoherently, and my ass is off the bed because every muscle of my body has contracted. THIS is what a real orgasm is, this utter animalistic abandon. After my cock is done, I release the vice-like grip and quickly undo the tight cock strap. I then gently but firmly wrap my fist around the shaft and stroke it, and have a secondary orgasm because of the pure shock of actual pleasurable contact. I then take the tit clamps off -- always painful, as they�re dug in hard -- and rub my nipples soothingly. I then look at the man (or men) who have been observing this the entire time. I rarely do this alone; usually I have 3-4 men there. Some smile appreciatively and leave, not having touched their cocks at all. Others sometimes have been masturbating while watching me, and then -- and only then -- do they cum.