Woke up this morning with my hand steadily inching it's way down into my pants, and have been sloppily stroking as I drip into my boxers ever since.

Thinking about a fantasy I've had for a while to fuel my rubbing, but have yet to act on... I want to get in a call where any of you could hear me, a toy strapped to myself that you can control, and just get edged relentlessly while trying so desperately to keep quiet but not being able to keep from whimpering and squirming and begging.

I'm not sure if I'd want to hear who's in call with me or not, it would be thrilling to not know what's coming... but it would also be fun to hear, get encouraged to moan a little louder, ordered around, told how much of a good boy I'm being for them. God. I've been frantically stroking the head of my cock while writing this, I need it so badly.

And if I cum when I'm not supposed to, well I can't make the toy stop, only beg helplessly to whoever is controlling it. If I came, afterall, I would really deserve the POT. Good boys don't cum, only edge and edge and edge. So if I came, I'd deserve to cry and beg and thrash at how overwhelming it all was until I burst from the overstimulation and squirt and gush all over the floor of my room. Keep going till I finally reach the edge again, because that's exactly where I'm meant to be. Meant to stay.

Fuck.