"Fine, I'll help," I agreed.

I had barely put my own bags down when my mother had launched at me to ask if I could help you lift some heavy boxes. I guess now I know the real reason I was invited over for the weekend I thought to myself. To help the new neighbor move in. Great.

Despite my mild annoyance, I threw on some boxers, gym shorts, and a singlet and went to help out. The combination of my ruffled brown hair, green eyes, and defined upper body gave me a youthful confidence as I moved across the front lawn. I leaped up onto the porch and brought a heavy fist down on the door. Less of a knock and more of a thud rumbled through your house as I made my arrival known.

Soon, you opened the door, and I think my jaw might have dropped as I absorbed your beauty for the first time. If I wasn't wrong, you were checking me out, too.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You led me to a sitting room where you showed me the stack of boxes which needed to go up on the top shelf. At least this won't take all day I thought to myself, as I grabbed the first box and ascended the step ladder, placing it on the shelf.

From up here I could see down your tank top to your perky tits and suckable nipples, and my thick, mischievous cock started to do what it does best: get in the way.

My shaft started to stretch out slightly and press against my loose pants as I lifted and placed the parcels.

But... if I wasn't mistaken... you were checking out the swinging outline as I placed another bundle of your possessions on the top shelf. Now this is getting interesting

It was on the fifth box that I nearly lost my balance and dropped your stuff on the floor as I felt a cool hand snake up the leg of my gym shorts and boxers and grab hold of my cock in one swift motion. My cock ballooned from the new contact.

Now I had a proper hard on stretching down the leg of my shorts, encouraged by your hand.

I looked into your eyes and saw a fire of glee and thrill.

Stepping down the ladder, I let my cock tent out proudly, and eventually pulled my impressive package out for you to admire.

About five minutes later I was sitting on the step ladder, eyes rolling back in my head, as you use your hands to pump my throbbing erection. Cupping my balls as you go, you have me worked into a state of lust.

And then you did something unexpected.

You pulled out some packing tape and started to bind my hands and legs to the step ladder.

Initially I went to resist, but you reassured me that "surely this doesn't bother a strong young guy such as yourself..." a trace of teasing in your voice.

After letting you complete your tape work (which was rather more professional than I expected) I was, to my slight surprise, quite stuck. My cock bobbed desperately, my balls sagged and tensed below, and the angle of the step ladder left my asshole just exposed to you.

Fast forward another hour and my poor cock was glistening with precum as I begged for release.

It was hopeless, pitiful pleading of the most demeaning kind, falling on the deaf ears of a merciless mistress.

With an expertly guided thumb, you rubbed the underside of my hungry cockhead in wicked circles, feeling my hips grind and thrust, as you tapped yet another well of precum for your own amusement.

"Nuh uhhhhh," you teased.

"What did I tell you? No cumming," you said with a devilish grin while I groaned and moaned and resumed my stream of begging.

"You think this is bad?" you asked with a faux sense of innocence. "I haven't even shown you my toy collection yet," you said, as you climbed above me on the step ladder, your drenched pussy right in my face. You hummed to yourself as you searched through one of the boxes I lifted for you ... trying to find just the right item.

"Now where is that thing...?" you muttered quietly.

Thanks for reading!

As far as I'm concerned, there's no better way to control a man than with with his needy cock and sensitive balls. A steady edging hand will constantly remind him that he has no say over when the creamy pressure is let out of his heavy balls. His aching blue balls are the constant reminder that he's even more desperate than an animal in heat. All worked up, but much too submissive to even hump anything without permission.

And then there's ruined orgasms... After hours (or days or weeks) of throbbing, edgy frustration, having to sit and watch the cum leak out of your crying, angry cock. With no pleasure at all. Knowing that the ache of his blue balls will return soon... so will the precum stains on his sheets in the morning, and the inconvenient dribbling of his dick as a result of any passing pretty girl or dirty thought.

(These are the kinks I'm trying to explore in the prompt above. However, I'm just as happy to have a chat with dominant, teasing women about any aspect of teasing and denying men to the point of whimpering, blabbering insanity.)