Sl*ve M is one of my dedicated *nal sl*ts — his h*le is permanently hungry to be filled. I already have him in position, lying on my bench with his knees drawn up, that greedy arsehole presented and ready. Today he will be fisted, his prostate worked without mercy, and his c*ck edged to the point of collapse. At this stage I am not yet sure whether he will experience this as pure pleasure... or as exquisite t*rment.

I glove my hand and begin by stroking his c*ck. Slow, deliberate strokes. I want him hard, aching, and desperate before I even properly begin. The frustration builds steadily. Only when he is fully hard and leaking do I take my well-lubed fingers and start opening him. One finger. Then two. Then three. Then four. His moans grow richer with each addition as his slutty arse stretches to accommodate me. It is not long before the h*le simply yields and invites my entire fist inside.

I push deep. I twist. I pull back and slide in again, working him thoroughly from the inside while my other hand returns to his c*ck, teasing the sensitive head and pressing firmly against his prostate at the same time. I want him c*mpletely primed. I intend to extract every possible drop of c*m from him today, and for that he needs to be driven to the edge of desperation.

I can feel him clenching and fluttering around my fist as he struggles to stay open. His c*ck remains rigid, the pleasure clearly overwhelming him. Still I push deeper, curious to see just how much his body can take.

Eventually I withdraw my fist and replace it with a long, thick penetrating dildo. After the fist it slides in with almost no resistance, inch by inch, until his arse has swallowed the full length. Desperate, broken moans fill the room as I continue the light, teasing grip on his c*ck — just enough to keep him balanced on the edge. I spit down onto the shaft, increasing the wetness and the t*rment. The sensation is deliberately overwhelming.

Closer. Closer.

The first ruined load finally dribbles out, extracted under my control. But I am not finished. With the dildo still buried deep and no relief granted, I continue the merciless medging. A second load follows, I take that too. Then, without pause or kindness, I keep stroking while his arse remains filled and his c*ck stays stubbornly hard. The third and final ruined *rgasm is the most pathetic of all — a last, depleted dribble of c*m.

After all that intensity, all that relentless stimulation, he is left with nothing but the t*rment of pleasure.

Not a single true *rgasm was ever allowed.

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