The Virgin

Something I posted on FetLife just now. Be warned, it's pretty gay. :)

"Now, this one's a Virgin with a capital V." The Master showed me one of his favourites, resting face-down on the top of a specially modified bunk-bed, clearly exhausted from the day's activities.

"But aren't all of them here?"

"Yeah, they've all been kept from fucking, no matter how much cock, ass or pussy I tempt them with. But this one's exceptional. I've only had a handful like him here."

Through a hole in the bedding, the Virgin's enormous fuckmeat hung below him, heavy and proud, pulsing rhythmically as he slept. Kept smooth and hairless, it looked outrageously obscene on his slender frame. Mesmerised, I gave a blank stare.

"You know how strict I am here, but this one's NEVER busted his nut. Not even once. He's an orgasm virgin."

"Oh, my... Not even a wet dream? Well... Some are late bloomers, although... Fuck. Hard to imagine in HIS case. That huge prick of his looks ready to blow at any moment!"

"Nah, if anything he started playing with it real early. And he was big even then, almost a man-sized dick on him. He's been kept under observation since, at least two sets of eyes on him round the clock."

The Master gently peeled the foreskin back and gave the massive, shiny crown a squeeze, making it drool and froth. The Virgin shuddered and gasped, visibly restless. I struggled to comprehend the incredible timespan of this frustrated masturbation, the vast number of deliberately aborted orgasms, and the fantastic volume of pure white cum he must be holding onto. How the fuck could he stand it?

"My god, the poor... He's so wet!" Clear, sticky ropes of drool leaked onto the bedding below. Presumably, his observers would lay there, basted in it, licking up this tasty sauce.

"Oh, this is nothing. He seriously lubes up when he gets too close to shooting. And if we're careful, we can spend ages getting him worked up to that. I've got him pumping it for hours, most days."

The Master then spent several minutes doing just that. The wide, angry dick slit seethed, frothed and bubbled, making the mango-sized nuts roll and churn in their sac. Eventually, the Virgin turned his lightly-freckled face toward us, opened his gorgeous, cock-sucking lips, and let out a soft gasp. He was twitching, gently humping, but remained asleep.

The Master reached down and cupped the heavy nuts in his hand, while the head slobbered against the crease of his elbow. Fucking huge.

"And, as if that's not horny enough, I've got him imagining he's storing up all the cum he guzzles from the others as well! He seems to love it, though. Loves to feel like this... ready to burst all the time, not quite sure what he's missing out on. But you ought to hear the filthy talk that goes on. I think he's got a good idea of it."

I was smitten. More than anything I could ever imagine, I wanted to take him. Hold him tight. Whisper filthy hot talk in his ear, nibble and kiss his beautiful lips, stroke him and touch him for hours, wrap my mouth around his aching cockhead and pump and suck on him for DAYS if that's what it took. Oh god, I wanted to be the one to "pop his cherry", to take it all, everything he had to give, swallow all that liquid tension and finally give him the release he'd been denied all his young life!

The Master's voiced snapped me out of my reverie.

"Of course, I know he might lose it one day. If he does, it will sure be memorable."

MIGHT??? IF?????

"Um... Yeah. Epic, even!" It was all I could manage. My brain was well and truly scrambled.

"Heh, yeah, biblical. Real Noah's ark stuff." The Master grinned. "But I'll enjoy every minute of keeping him like this until then. Fuck-starved, cum-starved... Crazy!"