Jon was reeling around in his mind, almost like he was drunk from the constant denial that he was forced to endure, despite his constant mental screams for release. By now, each time the denial actually happened, he almost screamed in a form of ecstasy, unaware of it himself, but likely due to thinking that he came, or atleast hoping enough to foll his own mind. Yet the pleasure of release didn't come either way.
The man was already working his shaft again, no longer gripping it, but instead just running along the length with his fingers, enough to send agonizing, pleasurable shivers through the dick, balls and entire crotch area. Whoever this man was, he had a lot of willpower. But Jon didn't. He had already gone mad with desire, unable to do anything about it, as he shouted at the man to make him cum, cursing at him each time he left him at the edge and forced him to feel the pain and lust of denial. As soon as he was back in his own body, he'd have a masturbation marathon.
"T-this was the b-best idea e-e-ever..."
Jon was so surprised, he was brought out of his non-orgasmic bliss for a few brief moments. This was the first time the male spoke, and he sounded young. Maybe 17 or 18 years old, if one were to judge by one's voice alone, though soon enough Jon stopped caring as he felt his dick approach orgasm again. It was slow, maddeningly slow, and he could feel the orgasm travelling up his shaft, each millimeter causing him to reel over in his mind as he begged, pleaded, prayed for it to continue and not stop, never stop. He swore he could already feel the cum escaping his dick, but as soon as he hoped he would get release, this damned, cursed monster of a man stopped again as Jon screamed once more, shouting and cursing and begging and pleading, doing anything, knowing it won't do a damn, but not caring. He had to try something, anything, to finally get his release!
"Please, oh god, please just cum already! I'm begging you, it's been so close already! Listen to me!!"
He cried in his mind, longing back for the feeling of pre-orgasm as the flow died down again, making his dick feel terrible, practically painful, still throbbing pitifully and waiting for the desperately needed release.
The man waited a bit longer this time, letting the pleasure die down a bit more and giving Jon a bit more leeway to think, a bit more relaxation, a small freedom from the constant desire for orgasm, though that was still there as well, scratching constantly at all parts of his mind. He couldn't just end it now, could he? What man could deny himself for so long only to stop? But Jon didn't have to wait long for his answer, as the main looked to his right. Jon saw an assortment of sex toys lying right next to him. He cursed himself for not noticing them before, but in retrospective he guessed that it wasn't his fault. He couldn't have seen them, as the man didn't look at them.
The male took a wonderful-looking fleshlight in his hand, moving it closer to his dick. Maybe this was it? Maybe the man was finally looking for release? Maybe Jon could finally be freed from these shackles of agonizing pleasure and denial? He almost reeled over in glee as the man inserted his dick into the fleshlight, starting to move in a steady, unchanging rhythm. It seems to have been pre-lubed some time ago, and my oh my, did Jon enjoy the feeling. It was a pleasurable change from the dry, hostile hands of the male.
"Mmngh~! Oh god, I hope this is it, please let this be it, I can practically feel the release! HE CAN'T STOP THIS TIME!!"
Jon wailed to himself on instinct as he practically screamed at the man to never stop again, in his mind, naturally. It felt heavenly, better than he would've ever thought. It might have something to do with the constant denial, but Jon didn't care, he only knew it felt as good as it did, and that he wanted to finish now more than ever before.
The male came closer to orgasm. Jon was already feeling the build-up tension, the pent-up dick moving closer and closer and closer... but then the guy stopped!
"NO! NOOO!! KEEP GOING, AGH!!"
Jon wailed as much as he could, but the guy only waited for a few seconds, letting the orgasm die down a tiny bit, but not completely, before he continued his movements, though quicker, rougher, and with more primal instinct this time.
"YES! THIS IS IT!"
The male got closer to orgasm once more, as Jon could practically feel the cum already rising up in his shaft, preparing to shoot, as the male let out a loud mix of a groan and moan that sounded more pleasured than Jon ever thought possible. However, Jon knew he felt the same way.
Finally, after so long, Jon could feel it. The man forced a few more quick thrusts before hilting the fleshlight on his dick, as huge, strong and deeply pent-up spurts of the oh-so desired cum came out of the dick, shot after shot, again, and again, and again. It didn't seem like it wanted to die down, and Jon had no problem with it. He was practically drowning in the ecstatic bliss. If he had a face, he'd be a drooling, smiling mess by now, and he was giggling in a very satisfied way in his own mind. Finally, after so long, he had gotten his release.
The orgasm eventually died down, the dick only releasing dribbles now, as the male panted heavily, evidently smiling and dropping back in his chair with closed eyes. Jon understood the feeling. He might've cursed this man earlier, but right now, right here, he had to admit, this was the best orgasm he had ever had in his entire life, and he was sad to think that it might remain the best one. Then again, who knows, with that stone of his he might force something even better out of himself... but for the moment, Jon was satisfied, happy to be in the body he was in as the male practically fell into a deep nap. It was a well-deserved rest, Jon liked to think, after all that painful denial, a long and deeply enjoyable spurting. All in all, Jon was happy.
