Denial in an Orgy
Over a week denied, but even with sixty men around me I still couldn’t cum.
It’s been over a week since I have cum. In the first two days, when my Master got upset with me a couple of times, I felt I needed to cum so I could relax. To be clear, I won’t take the blame for upsetting him. He was responsible for his own triggers and moods, even if he couldn’t accept it. Maintaining my own calm in such tense situations is harder when I’m more on edge because of not cumming for several days.
Today he finally said I could cum after I finished my workout. But of course, there was no time after my workout because there was an afternoon tea dance we had to go to. There’s just no break with him. We have been walking outdoors all day in Malta, and despite trying to stay in the shade (including by carrying umbrellas) it was exhausting at 36 Celsius / 97 Fahrenheit! So when we got back, the gym was my break, and after that, a cold shower and less than 30 minutes on my bed while my fitness watch recharged.
Later that night, after dinner, two shows, and dancing at our next party for the day, he was finally ready to leave at 2am and “go watch a show.” He is always very meticulous about booking all the shows: the drag queens and other musical shows, the magician, the comedians, and the acrobats. But for a moment I couldn’t think what show could still be on at that time. I was so tired that I couldn’t think straight, but then I realized what he meant. My voyeur Master was referring to watching guys fucking on the dick deck, the ship’s nightly cruising area.
It wasn’t as entertaining for me as it was for him though. I’m just wired so differently. It’s not very interesting for me if I can’t touch. Eventually he let me get closer to some guys and I could even jerk off a couple of them. But I couldn’t suck. Not even the 40-year-old muscular Latino daddy who let me touch his pecs and would’ve probably let me suck him off.
Since I wasn’t able to play with anyone, I figured I may as well cum, if my Master would let me cum there. “Aren’t you locked?” he asked. I was, but I reminded him that I had the key to my chastity cage with me.
So he allowed me to cum there, and I unlocked my cage. It was the first time in two years that I let a bunch of guys see my unlocked cock. It was almost an unfamiliar feeling, walking around showing off my hard on and stroking myself in front of other men, like a hot confident man. I do feel good about the way I look, especially with all the effort I’ve put into toning. But I also wanted to be treated like a fag, to be looked at like a fag. I was tempted to get down on my knees or at least crouch beside any of the hung athletic guys, though this wasn’t the kinkiest place, just a plain cruising area with over 60 men fucking.
As thrilling though as all of this was, I just couldn’t get excited enough without sucking cock. That is even when a 30-year-old Black guy with very big and toned arms played with me for a bit. He grabbed my cock and I grabbed his, but I knew I couldn’t do more, so the guy soon lost interest and moved on.
There was another very toned guy who was standing on the perimeter, a few steps outside of the dick deck orgy, and he was getting sucked by another guy. He had nice abs and more importantly, quite a thick dick. I loved watching his thick cock go into the other guy’s throat and the two of them at it for a very long time. I lost my excitement every time his cocksucker came up to cuddle and kiss him, as I could no longer see the thick cock between their tightly embraced bodies.
I should’ve gotten on my knees to display my submission. Maybe he wouldn’t have cared, as he was totally engaged with his cocksucker, but at least it would’ve excited me enough to cum. But eventually my Master said it was time to leave. We had a day full of activities ahead of us the next day — just as my Master prescribed.
Thankfully, he still entertained my desperate need for relief. As soon as we arrived in our stateroom I lay on my bed and applied lube to my cock. I started jerking off and soon, as I was getting hard, my Master came over and took his cock out of his shorts. It was soft but it grew a bit as I kissed and licked it. I closed my eyes and took it into my mouth. I’m not that turned off by a flaccid cock, certainly not my Master’s, but I am a size queen and it was small in that moment, if I’m being honest. However, in just a few seconds it started growing and filling my mouth, until it reached its usual thick girth.
I sucked with passion, letting out hums of pleasure. I was eager to please him, even as I was determined to finally reach my own climax. To my surprise, he told me to look into his eyes. What a precious gift that was, being allowed to have eye contact with my Master, my superior, my owner, looking up at him as his cock filled my mouth. He had only let me look at him once before while having sex, and this was the first time he let me do it as I was about to cum. I kept looking up at him while sucking his cock for another minute or so, until I finally came. I called out his name as I came — as I’m always required to do, though you couldn’t really understand what I was saying with his cock deep inside my throat. But I kept at it, murmuring his name again and again, because my orgasm lasted for so long.
He handed me a towel to quickly wipe my cum off my abs, while he kept feeding me his cock. As he was getting ready to cum too, he took his cock out of my mouth and started jerking himself off. Then he ordered me to take over and jerk him off. “Faster,” he instructed, and I did my best to go faster and apply a tighter hold on his cock. It was hard to keep at it, but I needed to, because I wanted to please him. Thankfully he gave me a brief break, as he applied some more lube and proceeded to stroke his cock briefly. Then I resumed jerking him off, going faster, but also trying to keep the aim of his cock lower than my eyes, to avoid getting his cum in them and all over the headboard. I stroked faster and tighter, until he finally came on my chest.
I was so grateful for having gotten relief too. I was indeed more relaxed in the following days, though I remained horny.