I opened the door leading from the garage into His house and crawled in on all fours, naked, my dick pointing the way.

 

"I'm in here, faggot," He shouted from His office.

 

I crawled into the office and saw that He was sitting in His desk chair, facing the middle of the room, naked, wearing only His knee-high leather boots, and slowly stroking His hard cock. In front of Him on the floor was a cushion.

 

"Sit up against that cushion, faggot."

 

I crawled to the cushion, sat up against it, in front of and below Him, looking up at Him through his spread knees. With so little room between us, I had to bend my knees and keep my feet flat on the floor.

 

"Spread your knees and feet."

 

I obeyed, opening up my dick, balls, and hole to Him.

 

"Lean back a bit more."

 

I did, further exposing my hole to Him."

 

"Today, I want you to perform for me, do a test for me, faggot."

 

He picked up a bottle of lube from His desk, opened it, leaned over, and drizzled it all over my dick and balls.

 

"Pull up your balls."

 

I did and He drizzled lube underneath my balls to drip down onto my hole.

 

"I want you to stroke your dick but you may not cum until I tell you that you may. I want to see how well you can obey Me. When I tell you to stroke, you stroke it. When I tell you to stop, you drop your dick. But you may not cum until I say so. Got that, faggot?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Stroke."

 

I took my dick in my right hand and started stroking for Him. He was still slowly stroking His own dick, dispassionately observing me.

 

"Faster."

 

I sped up my stroking and could feel the pleasure in my dick mounting.

 

"Don't look at your dick! Look at me, you dumb faggot!

 

I looked up at Him, feeling like I was surrendering to Him, feeling a little bit of embarrassment.

 

"Stop."

 

I stopped, thankful to pull back a bit from the rising pleasure. He continued to stare down at me, observing, stroking Himself.

 

"Stroke."

 

I started stroking.

 

"Take your left hand and pull down on your balls."

 

The skin tightened over my dick and raised the sensations a bit more. I was getting lost in it all but I was still aware of my task.

 

He then pushed the bottom of His boot to my hole and started rubbing the sole under my balls and on the rim. I ground down against it instinctually – it felt so good -- but realized it just made me get closer to climaxing. I tried to slow my stroking a bit but He caught me.

 

"No, you don't. Faster!"

 

I sped up.

 

"C'mon! Faster!"

 

I could feel myself getting closer. I stared back at Him while trying to concentrate on pulling back from that edge.

 

"Stop."

 

I dropped my dick and balls but it stayed suspended for a couple seconds, not falling back on me. I focused on keeping from cumming but it was a close call.

 

I tried to clear my head and calm down but then, "Stroke".

 

I stroked a bit more slowly and He knew it...I saw the smirk on His face. I could not hide anything from Him.

 

"Faster."

 

It was difficult to concentrate on not cumming and keeping His stare at the same time, watching Him stroke His own cock, the toe of His boot now at my hole, teasing it.

 

The pleasure mounted, the edge came closer, then, "Stop."

 

My body slumped as I let go of my dick and again it didn't fall back on me but strained upwards for a couple of seconds and then the moment passed.

 

"Stroke."

 

"Stop."

 

"Stroke."

 

"Stop."

 

I was becoming mentally exhausted from trying to obey all the orders: stroke, faster, stop, look at me, don't cum, all under His observation, me not able to get away with cheating. And I knew the inevitable defeat was close.

 

"Stroke."

 

"Faster."

 

"Stop."

 

Again, I dropped my dick and again it stood there straining upwards on its own. I grimaced, doing what I could to will it not to cum. And then, He pushed the toe of His boot into my hole and I felt that twinge of pleasure, the quick pumping deep in my groin, my dick bouncing up and down, and saw the cum drooling out of my dick. Worse, I felt failure.

 

He shook his head with disgust. "What a fucking faggot. Can't even control his own bodily functions."

 

He stood up above me, gave His dick a few quick strokes, grunted deeply, and came, shooting His load all over me, shaking the last drops from His dick at me. He let loose a huge gob of spit that hit me on the chest.

 

"Get out of here, loser."

 

I rolled over on all fours and crawled to the door leading to the garage, opened it, and went in. As soon as I closed the door, the big door opened to the sunny day. I quickly dragged my clothes over the cold cum, lube, and spit that covered me, the t-shirt sticking to me as I hurriedly brought it down to my waist.

 

I quickly walked to my car parked at the curb, both looking to see if anyone was on the street that saw me and yet avoiding catching anyone's eye. I got into my car, down deep knowing that there was nothing I could do about cumming like that – but also down deep, I felt ashamed.