After a a day of pestering, I gave in and agreed to go to the show with her. While it wasn’t my kind of thing, I was up for trying something new and she did get me into some kinky shit lately, so I thought why the hell not.
There was a lot of the usual stuff, painful looking metal devices, leather restraints, and more hardcore stuff like body modification. There was even a booth where you could get temporary saline injections done in various body parts. It was especially popular with girls, as they could grow a cup size or two in a mere hour, it was really fun to watch. A guy had his scrotum inflated to the size of a bowling ball, which didn’t look very comfortable. I jokingly told Anna to get a boob inflation done, but to my surprise she agreed. On one condition, though – that I also participate in one of the shows first. I was intrigued, but I certainly didn’t want any needles around my junk.
However, one demo caught my attention. It was an expo held by a fairly famous porn personality called “AmyLove” who does a lot of edging and orgasm control videos on PornHub. I’ve seen some of her videos and she’s an absolute expert at what she does. She needed audience members for the demonstration and I decided to go for it. I was turned on by the idea though I’ve never done anything like this so I thought what the hell, especially seeing as Anna was actually encouraging me to go.
Inside the tent, there were two other participant guys. We had to sign a form and get cleaned. It turned out that this demo was *the* main attraction of this event, and I got a little nervous. The assistants there were very kind and made us feel comfortable. Then, they asked us to undress and lead us up to the stage. There were three upright wooden boards there, bolted to the ground. They reached up to about shoulder height and each had a hole at about waist level. I’ve seen something like this in her videos – so-called “milking tables” – but those were horizontal rather than upright.
We were each asked to step behind one of the boards, and the assistants positioned us facing the audience so that the hole was right in front of our junk. Soon, an assistant walked to the other side and I felt her hand lifting cock and balls and gently puling them through the hole. It which was just large enough to fit through comfortably. It felt really strange, as I was on one side, and my package was on the other side of the board, which still let me see the audience. As strange as it may sound, I felt much less “exposed” this way than if I had to just stand naked directly in front of the audience. Anna waved to me from the crowd.
Amy was on stage and greeted us. She spoke with a firm tone with a mild Polish accent that I immediately recognized. She welcomed everyone to the show and asked us if we still consent to what was about to come, as it was our “last chance to leave”. We all consented. “Comfortable?” she asked us, and we all nodded from behind the wooden walls.
The lights dimmed, and she introduced herself. She said that she specializes in orgasm control, which she considers a form of art, and that she will be giving tips about how to do it right. She explained that for this to work, the subject has to be restrained, but that she prefers the most minimal amount of restraint possible for maximum effect, hence the “milking board” setup.
“The two first steps in orgasm control: arousal and restraint.” – she explained. “So let’s begin!”
She walked up to the guy next to me, put her hand behind his head and gave him a long, passionate kiss, until he was fully erect. She then moved to the next guy, and then to me. Her warm, soft kiss was full of confidence and sexiness. Just like the others, I was erect within seconds. I realized that my cock and balls were effectively trapped in the hole.
She turned to the audience again. “The holes are just the right size to fit through when flaccid, but not when erect. This way, restraint is directly linked to arousal. This means two opposite things co-dependent: his desire to be in control, and his desire for pleasure. Now, it is clear that until he is aroused, I have full control. It sets the building block of orgasm control: I create a desire for orgasm, and I use that desire to gain control.”
“Now, boys, I want you to try and touch yourself, see if you can do it.”
I tried reaching around the board, but it was just the right height and width to make it impossible.
“Good! Lights please.” – she said, with a smile.
Suddenly, music came on and the lights changed, and she started stripping. I cannot count how many times I had masturbated to her, so I knew her body well. But seeing her in real life was so very different. This was real, and I could almost have reached out to touch her. She walked up to each of us to tease us without touching. Needless to say, I was very turned on.
“As you see, I have still not touched them. The most important aspect of edging is teasing, and building anticipation” – she said to the audience.
The music stopped and the lights went back to normal. “So, still comfortable boys?” We nodded.
“I love the sight of beautiful, throbbing cocks, don’t you? Just makes me want to play with them so much!”
Her assistants got on stage again with bottles of lube, and like squeezing ketchup on a hotdog, they drizzled ample amounts of the stuff onto our cocks.
“Another important part of edging is to use lotsssss of lube. It makes them last so much longer, and you can have so much more fun. Plus, it looks great and shiny.”
She took turns on each one of us, swirling her hands around our cocks to spread the lube. She went very slowly and gently, it was heavenly.
“The next important thing is to go very slow, and to always know when to stop.” she said, as she worked her oily palms around my shaft. The slow, slimy motion was mind blowing, but she stopped soon to move on to the other two before returning. Each time, she did it for a little longer but not long enough to get me close.
“The best indicator of arousal is of course the penis. When you feel him switch, you stop. Look carefully.” She knelt down beside me and slowly rolled my glistening cock between her palms for a few moments. As soon as I twitched, she stopped for a few seconds, and then she repeated the process, stopping each time I had an involuntary contraction.
“See? It’s simple: he twitches, you stop. If you always do this, you can play for as lonnnnng as you want. The twitches will get more frequent as he gets close to orgasm, and you will have to take longer breaks. You can quickly become an expert, it’s like playing an instrument.”
She spent a minute by each of us each time, and then repeated the cycle, slowly playing with our cocks with her hands. She kept adding more lube, and gently massaging each cock for a short time before moving on. It was pure ecstasy, each time it felt like I would cum at any moment if she just continued. But she didn’t. After four or five rounds like this, all three of us were panting loudly.
“If you did a good job, he will be breathing deeply and his cock’s head will grow nice and shiny, like a big fat cherry. You can also see here, he is leaking precum, which is a very good sign.” She wiped some precum off of the tip of my dick and licked her finder while staring me dead in the eyes. I could hardly take any more of this, it was both heaven and hell at the same time.
She then turned to the audience again. “So now I ask you: should we let them cum?” and then came the resounding answer: “Not yet! Not yet!”
“Good! That’s what I thought!” – she replied – “We’re only getting started!” I was starting to get a bit worried – how long was she going to keep us here?
Then, she knelt down in front of me and ran her tongue along the underside of my dick several times, before taking it all into her mouth. She was again careful to go slowly and to always stop. I could hardly even think at that point, everything around me just faded and all that remained was her warm, wet mouth moving strategically around my aching cock. Again, she spent some time with each of us again and again. Each time, she went a bit further, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, but never far enough. Eventually, all she did was wrap her lips around the tip for a few seconds and then moved on. This was enough to send my dick into a full sequence of spasms. Each time this happened, I was sure I was going to cum.
The lights came back on and she gave each one of us a satisfied look. All three of us were panting loudly, with our dicks bobbing up and down uncontrollably.
“See how they dance? Like marionettes!”
One of the guys said something and she put the mic up to his mouth so he could speak. He begged her to let him cum, saying that he can’t take it anymore. If I had a bit more courage I would have said the same.
“My my!” – she said, smiling and shaking her head – “Did you hear that? He is begging! What do you think?” – she asked the audience. “Should we let him cum?”
“Not yet, not yet!” – chanted the audience in unison.
“You sure are evil! I like that!” – she laughed, and turned to us “Sorry boys but it looks like it’s not your time yet!”
She turned again to the audience: “As you see we have reached the most important milestone in our tease and denial session: begging. You must always reach this point, because it truly sets the power dynamic. He admits that he wants something that only you can give him, and it’s entirely up to you if you allow it.”
The assistants brought in three fleshlights, and after some more lube, placed one around each cock. Despite being quite heavy, they stayed firmly in place thanks to our rock hard erections. This time, the lights didn’t dim and the music didn’t start. All that could be heard was the squishing sound of the fleshlights, and our constant groans and moans. She very slowly fucked each one of us with the fleshlights for a few seconds, then removed it to admire the effect it had on its victim: an out-of-breath panting mess, groaning the occasional “ahhh fuck” or “shiiiiit” as our cocks furiously danced up and down trying in vain to end their torment. While she worked one of us, the assistants took care of the other two. They were equally skilled and didn’t miss a beat: they always stopped before it was too late. However, Amy always brought me just a little bit closer each time.
I honestly thought I was going to pass out at any moment, I could hardly see or hear anything of my surroundings anymore, all I could feel was the slick fleshlight sliding around my cock, like warm honey, making me swell and swell even further, and the now decidedly painful waves of pleasure rising and falling again, and again, and again. With each stroke, I felt like my cock was going to burst, and at this point the only thing on my mind was the desperate, annihilating urge to cum at any cost. But like something that’s just out of reach, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t.
They suddenly stopped, and removed the fleshlights, revealing our bright red-purple pulsating cocks, attached to their constantly moaning, swearing owners, murmiring variations of “I can’t take it anymore”, “Please!”, or “Aww fuck!”
“Ladies and gentlemen!” – Amy Love said to the audience – “I think it would be far too cruel for me to go on much longer. These boys have definitely endured enough to have earned their prize. However, I give you one last choice to decide their fate. They only want one thing in the entire world now, and we are going to give it to them. So… Have you ever heard of the term ‘ruined orgasm’?”
A collective “Awwww!” came from the audience. Some laughed, some had a look of pity on their faces.
“For those of you who don’t know, a ruined orgasm is when all stimulation is stopped right before orgasm. He will still ejaculate, but without the satisfaction of an orgasm. It’s a bit frustrating for him, but it’s really neat to watch. So what do you say?”
“Do it! Do it!” chanted most of the audience.
“Uh-oh…” – she looked at us, then glanced down at our constantly bouncing, leaking, red-purple members with a grin, shaking her head.
I couldn’t believe it. After all this torment she was going to give us a ruined orgasm, and there was nothing we could do about it.
Her assistants were back with bottles of lube. They poured some onto our aching cocks and got to work with their hands, gently moving up and down the shaft and circling around the head with excruciating slowness, and at this point I was so sensitive that a light breeze would have made me cum.
She the asked the audience to count down from ten. The audience started counting down, very slowly, each count taking twice as long as the previous one.
The assistance worked us like instruments, with absolute control. It was unbearable, I was so close, and yet unable to finish.
“Three…………… Two………..” chanted the audience.
I thought I was going to pass out, the pleasure was so painful. All of my pelvic muscles were contracted as far as they would go. My cock felt like it was going to explode with every stroke of the assistant’s hand. My only thought was to release all this pressure. Each count felt like an eternity.
“………………. One…….”
I could see the other guys felt the same. They were red in the face and sweating, grabbing onto the side of their wooden board prison, with a thick line of precum stretching to the floor as the girls hardly even touched us anymore.
When they finally chanted “Zero!”, the assistant’s hand slowly withdrew from my penis, but not before having very deliberately brought me right up to the edge of orgasm. Knowing that their job here was now done, the assistants calmly walked off the stage. There was an excruciating moment of silence as felt my entire body tensing up. I could feel my pelvic muscles tightening as my cock hardened beyond what I had ever experienced. Hearing only my own heartbeat, I frantically looked around to see that my two companions were of the same fate, holding on for the inevitable. Amy turned towards us with a huge smile and spread her arms. “Give it to me boys!” she grinned.
After what felt like eternity, all three of us uncontrollably started pumping out gush after gush of cum onto Amy’s perfect body. The audience clapped and cheered as we grunted and groaned, trying to do something to feel pleasure out of the ruined orgasm, but the cum just kept flowing on its own without any further stimulation. Pulse after pulse shot out in front of us, and Amy slathered it all over her boobs.
After we were all done, she told us to wait until the assistants cleaned us up. As it is often the case with ruined orgasms, it took some time for my erection to subside, so I had to stand there for a while until I could get free. I felt incredibly confused, no longer horny but not satisfied either. On the way home, Anna promised to make me cum properly, and I couldn’t wait to play with her new boobs.
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