Each is trained, edged, and denied until they’re perfected, ready to be rented out to clients eager for their services.But me? Gay sex The only one who could allow me to cum was the master. It was never satisfying, never the release I craved. Stripped of any dignity I had left, I was relegated to the lowest rank—devalued into nothing more than a sex toy for internal use.Yes, I was for internal use only—a toy, a centerpiece in this world of torment and desire. It wasn’t the full, powerful explosion that a real man gets to feel. The more I came, the harsher the consequences, until I learned to do everything in my power to stop the release, to hold back, even as my body betrayed me.Sometimes, they’d hold these parties—celebrations of edging and denial. Here, the standard was unforgiving. And the cycle would begin all over again. That was a word I quickly learned didn’t exist in this place. All I knew was that every nerve in my body was on fire, every inch of my skin aching for more.The strokes would start—slow, excruciating, teasing me to the point of madness.
