I used to play cock hero. For those who don't know, it's usually an hour long video series with music and a beat overlayed on top of it. In the video, various hot girls will challenge you to stroke to the beat. The rules are simple: Don't take your eyes off the video. Always follow the beat. And don't cum. If you cum, you lose.

I was obsessed with cock hero for years. I wanted to beat every cock hero out there. I was getting better and better at holding off my orgasms, and eventually beat every video I set my eyes on. Sexy young girls dancing seductively, girls fucking each other with strapons, hot big breasts covered in cum, nothing could phase me for long.

Until I encountered one particular video. It started out easy, almost teasingly with a really slow beat. Oiled up babes. Pink. Salacious and sensual. It made you crave more. And just when you were desperate for more action, and wanted to stroke faster THAT level hit you. The party girl. A girl in a short dress walking into a limousine, to go get fucked at a party. At that point I was always sweaty. Mentally prepared. Clenching my teeth. Ready for battle with my cock in hand.

The beat started out regular enough. But then it started going faster. And faster. And faster. The words "Go crazy" started flashing on the screen. You had to stroke so fucking fast while holding your load back. At this point your balls were already aching from the pent up cum. Your cock was begging for an orgasm. I would sit, again and again, covered in my own cum of failure and shame, day after day, night after night, losing to that level. It must've made me cum a hundred times in total. Simultaneously so frustrating that I couldn't beat it, and so hot to spurt thick load after thick load allover my quivering body, while hunched over in the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to me, there was this subconscious process going on. I had started associating that song with fapping ferociously, and cumming allover myself. It was a pavlonian response. And then one day while I was out driving, about to pick up groceries, it happened. The song came on the radio.

I couldn't even think. My cock grew rock hard in my pants within seconds. I desperately grabbed the steering wheel, and turned into a rest stop. Before the car had come to a halt, I had already whipped my cock out of my pants. It was throbbing, twitching, sensitive, it pushed away all my thoughts. My hand just intuitively grabbed my cock without thought, and I found myself furiously masturbating my suddenly desperate cock in the middle of the day on a busy rest stop. I felt like I was under hypnosis, which technically I was. Iron grip, clenched teeth, determined, I came in under a minute allover myself. The music still playing on the radio.