Shaping Jose: a week in chastity (V - Final)

(Sunday Dawn)

Already in the taxi, Jose was unleashed.

- Stop - I whispered in his ear.

He wouldn't stop kissing me while touching my cock. At first, when we got in, he started by pretending to touch me over my clothes. However, now he was trying to put his hand under my pants to really touch it. I was very excited about the whole situation: I turned his dildo back on, which was still vibrating in his ass at irregular rhythms (in the silence of the taxi, I could swear I could faintly hear it), his cock trapped inside his dirty underwear from my cum before we left. When we got home, I was going to destroy him, but in the taxi, I wanted to keep control.

- Are you ashamed? - he said in my ear. When he pulled away, I saw that the bastard was smiling. He liked to challenge me. He knew it gave me a bit of shame to be so uninhibited in the taxi, and under normal circumstances, Jose would probably have felt the same way, but he was so excited that his desire to play surpassed his need for discretion. And the extra drinks he had weren't helping.

- If you don't stop, you'll find out when we get home - I whispered, extremely excited but with a bit of bad mood.

He didn't stop. In fact, my comment emboldened him even more to try to reach my cock under my clothes. I pinched him as soon as I noticed he was trying.

- Ow - he complained.

- We've arrived - the taxi driver announced.

Good thing.

I paid and we got out of the car.

As soon as we entered the building, I grabbed him roughly by the shirt and dragged him to the wall. I pounced on him and, with my arm on his chest, I immobilized him.

- Do you like to tease me? Let's see if you're going to come out losing.

With my other hand, I searched for his balls under his pants. My fingers touched damp remains that, at first, I thought were leftovers from my own semen. However, then I realized it was him, that he was releasing an enormous amount of precum.

My goal was his balls. I grabbed them and squeezed hard enough to make him moan. His expression changed, towards pleading. But his eyes didn't show any sign of shame. He was asking for more.

- Sorry - he said. I squeezed a bit harder to see him moan again. He wasn't saying "stop," which was key for me. "New fetish unlocked," I thought to myself.

When I considered it had been enough, I stopped and took my hand out.

- Clean up - I ordered him. I put my hand in his mouth, and I passed all my fingers over his tongue -. You've left my hand a mess. You're dripping with excitement.

- Sorry - he repeated, while cleaning up.

From time to time, without stopping to crush him against the wall, I would put my fingers deeper into his mouth to train him. That night, I wanted to see how far he could handle degradation.

- You're hungry - I told him -. Look how you swallow - and I would put my fingers furthe...