Blissful Torment

"Soooo, you got a massively sensitive cock now?" I asked, my face still showing disbelief about the story of him finding a magical lamp with a Djinn in it that offered to grant him one wish.

My boyfriend grinned a winning smile. "No, not at all. That's the first thing the Djinn said as well. That fucker wanted to misunderstand my wish on purpose. But I know my linguistics!" 

I could see how proud he was. Positively gleaming. 

"He even rolled his eyes at me when I explained the difference between an adverb like 'massively' and an adjective like 'massive'." He held his finger up in triumph.

"Yeah I can't imagine why he'd roll his eyes at all at that explanation," I snarked, but Jim did not even take notice. Instead he launched into the next explanation: "I also made sure that my cock is only 'sexually sensitive'! Because I'm sure if I had not specified that, I probably would now be unable to wear underpants without creaming myself."

I had to admit that was smart. "So is it any bigger?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, sure is!" His hand shot to his zipper, and he had his dick flopping out in the living room before I could think of a nice enough way to stop him. I stared. He had not lied. 'Massive' was exactly the word I would have used. Same skin colour, same general shape as before, but easily the girth and length of my forearm. Jim had always been self-conscious about his below average dick, but I had never minded. It made it easy to suck him off, and take my time and tease and edge him while doing so.

"You want to test it out now, don't you," I said, knowing that look he gave me (mostly my cleavage) all too well.

"Thought you'd never ask!" he replied, throwing himself onto the sofa, cock getting harder by the second. He lounged back, his body language screaming: 'Blowjob time!' and gave me a cocky grin.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, alright," I held up a finger, "but on my terms. Slave."

"Oooh, that's how you want to play it?" He smirked. "Alright then. Ahem. Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy." I smirked back, then stalked to the bedroom, swinging my hips enticingly. I wasn't really dressed for it, but if he was this bloody horny I could have worn a potato sack and he would not have minded.

In the bedroom, I ordered him to undress completely, lie on his back, and strap his wrists into the manacles at the headrest. Some people have flowers in their bedrooms. We have pre-installed bondage gear. Double switch couple meant we'd only rarely have vanilla sex. Somehow someone always ended up tied and gagged.

He was done before I had even pulled my jeans down, giving me a shit-eating grin that made me want to whinge about him being a shitty submissive. Instead I ignored it, and put the ankle cuffs on him. He wiggled a bit, checking if everything was secure.

"Please Mistress? Suck my small tiny dick a little?" The irony in his voice was palpable.

I took a deep exasperated breath, and knelt between his spread legs. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and I could not touch my thumb with my finger tips. It was a frankly daunting sight. Could I even still fuck this monster? I rubbed it up and down just once, feeling the hot, rock-hard flesh under my fingers.

"Wow, that really is something," I murmured. I looked up and met his eyes. His mouth and eyes were wide open and he was barely breathing. "Darling? You okay?" I queried.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Fuck. Fucking Fuck.. Fuckfuck." He responded. I could feel his cock throb under my fingers. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. "Holy shit. I cannot. I fucking. No. Fucking holy shit."

"Slave, stop cursing and explain yourself!" I interrupted the string of his expletives.

He took a deep breath. "Sorry Mistress. It's unbelievable. I can still tell where your fingers touched me. It feels so intense. Like a thousand hands and tongues at once." He seemed startled. And aroused. So unbelievably aroused. Not wanting to let a chance to tease him go by, I bent over, and gave the top a quick lick, pulling a drop of precum into my mouth.

"Aaaooorgghhhhaaaaa" He wailed. "I'm going to cuuuum!!" 

"Already?!" I replied, then waited, looking at his cock, seeing if it would start shooting cum. It was pulsing under my hand, true, but nothing else happened. Questioningly, I looked back at him. "Are you going to cum or not, slave?"

"Yes! ... Yes? ... No? ... No..." he stammered, correcting himself. After a few deep breaths, he clarified: "It felt like I was about to? But then... It also felt like just a single lick, nothing more..." He was now visibly confused.

I shrugged, put my mouth as far over his glans as I could (about half-way at most), and quickly moved my tongue over it a couple times, watching him. He immediately cried that he was about to cum, but again did not. After five licks, he interrupted me: "Aaahh, Please stop! It's too much! Uuuh!!! Fuuuck!!" ... "Please?!" ... "STOP!!!" ... "PLEASE STOP?!!!"

Nice domme that I am I of course stopped soon-ish after. Maybe not quite immediately. It is possible I might have not heard him the first five times or so.

I came up from his glistening cock, watching him. He was squirming.

"I thiiink...." I started, but he immediately completed my sentence. "Yes! It's like post-orgasm torture! Way too intense!"

"So... you want me to stop?" I offered, not wanting to be completely evil.

He lay there, his cock still throbbing and pulsing, precum slowly leaking down the shaft. We were both watching it, him breathing heavily. After a minute he said, "You know what's really weird? It still feels like your tongue is licking it. Faintly, but it's there." He swallowed, "And it feels super intense, as if I was about to cum. But I can absolutely tell that I'm not close at all."

I could not stifle a small chuckle.

"So you're saying your dick is so sensitive that any touch drives you wild," I slid a single finger around the tip, barely touching, and it made him flinch hard, "but you still need a normal amount of stimulation to cum..." I gripped his glans with my hand, and started pulling the foreskin down, making him groan in pleasure, then stroked him lightly a few times and let go again.

It took him a long time to stop squirming and writhing in the chains, and I finally completed my sentence: "And when I stop it takes you absolutely forever to calm down. ... So... Do you want me to make you cum despite how much torture that will be, or do you want me to stop now and just stay denied?" 

He looked at me, his face being all cute and frustrated over the impossible dilemma, and for once it wasn't even my fault. 

"I think we should gag you, and then I'll make you have a really nice orgasm, and I won't stop even if you cannot stand it any more." I offered, tone of voice clearly stating that this was not a suggestion, but rather an order.

"Yes Mistress. Whatever you wish, Mistress." He whispered, eyes fearful, yet full of eager anticipation.

I went to work on that massive dick of his, taking my sweet time making him beg for more and cry for less all at once. As I looked at my cute little sub I wondered if I would ever tell him about what I'd done with the other two wishes before putting the lamp in the garage for him to find. The Djinn had not even asked for anything in return for corrupting the third one. What a nice fellow.

I'd certainly lecture my dear sub on the word 'massive' also meaning 'ponderous', and why the rock-hard cock in front of me had such a difficult time getting to orgasm, or calming back down. Later. In an hour or so. After my poor sub had regained his senses.