Post shower bliss
I don't upload often, but when I do I try to make it the best I can.
This story is based on real experiences I've had, so I've tried to make it a sort of internal monologue that any male can apply to themselves.
I hope it come across ok =)
You breathe out a sigh of relaxation, as you savour every moment of post playtime endorphins. Wet, naked, huddled in a towel on the bathroom floor, leaning against a wall. Happy.
This has become routine since you have discovered that side of you. The explorative side. As you rest, your mind replays the sequence of events that got you here. Such simple acts, hurting... almost nobody, you grin to yourself. Such an act though, if discovered by others, would leave you shunned by the rest of the household, if not the community at large.
It all started with the clatter of assorted bits and bobs you have collected, landing on the shower mat. First you took the thick rubber band and looped it twice around your cock and balls, singleing them out, making them feel vulnerable. As the flesh between your legs realises what's happening, it starts to slowly rise.
Next the two spring-loaded clothes pegs that are attached together with a length of string, are attached one after the other to each nipple. This used to feel slightly painful, but after so many uses it just feels comfortable. The loop of string gets tucked under the slightly purple tinged balls so when you move your hips, your nipples are stimulated with a tug.
Next goes in the home made bitgag, a small tube of plastic with a string through it. It's difficult to get hold of the real things when privacy is rare and almost no shops catering to your deviant tendencies are within reach. You grip the plastic between your teeth and tie the string in a tight but easily undone knot behind your head. "I'm crazy, not stupid." You think to yourself.
Last but not least goes on the makeshift waterproof blindfold, a pair of swimming goggles with black cloth stuffed into each eye piece. These rest above your eyes, for now, to make sure everything is ready.
With your needy member throbbing, you step into the inactive shower. That's the point of no return. You breathe a deep breath and let it out, steadying yourself as you are shaking with anticipation. You have promised yourself; once you enter the shower, that deviant little voice in your head that calls itself master takes control.
The goggles lower and now you can't see anything, but due to multiple playtimes you know the setup... well, blindfolded. The little voice says "turn the shower on" and you do. You reach out and find the dial that starts the flow and begin turning it. It starts with a trickle of cold water that dribbles on the back of your neck and runs its way down your spine, between your arse cheeks and drips off under your balls. An immediate shiver hits you but you still keep turning the dial quickly until it stops, hoping that the quicker you are the quicker the shower will warm up. The water is even colder than it started. Icy cold water cascades and caresses your entire body with a sharp cold that makes it difficult to breathe. Slowly the water warms and you pant around the gag as it becomes bearable and you're able to think past the cold again.
The little voice congratulates you and rewards you with a reminder, that your cock needs some attention. Under the now warm water your hand moves over and caresses the flesh standing tall and begging for the touch it's been waiting for. Slippery pre seeps out of the end but is quickly washed away leaving only water for lubrication as your hand strokes slowly up and down the shaft, causing a slightly rough but entirely enjoyable sensation.
As your hand speeds up your hips begin to gyrate in rhythm, in turn repeatedly tugging at your nipples. You get to the edge of climax quickly but the little voice speaks up and tells you to stop. You do, panting a little.
You relax and just let the water stroke and pet you for a while, feeling the warmth seep into you, wanting more. You turn the heat up so it is slightly under unbearable. Perfect.
You take the shower head off the wall fixing and turn its face so the water jet is more concentrated and thus more pressurized. Holding the jet at an angle to your cock head, it sprays right between the two tiny lips either side of the urethra opening. The feeling is almost unbearable but you hold it there, just as master says.
It's almost too much and finally you take it away to stop from climaxing early. Resetting the jet back to the normal spray, you grope around the wall in your continued blindness to replace the shower head in its fixing.
The little voice has one last little game to play and they you can finally release that pent up cum. You release one nipple from a clothes peg and enjoy the aching feeling coming back to it. The string is looped around behind the wall fittings and the peg replaced onto the nipple. The little deviant in your head tells you the rules of his game. "You must stroke the head of your cock, slowly, but constantly. But you must also keep counting to fifteen, over and over again. Every time you hit fifteen you must turn the shower to the coldest setting, then at the next fifteen you can turn it back to the current heat."
Your hand rests on the dial, heart thumping in your chest, as you prepare for this new game. It's always at this moment when you can't decide whether you would prefer your imaginary master, or a real one. A real one wouldn't let you wait to start, but you cannot decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
One... two... three... four... five... the anticipation builds as you move your hand slightly faster on your dick. It's hard to control yourself.
Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... turn... it's slightly delayed but the icy blast hits you. your mind fights for thoughts beyond "ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod" as your hand is positively flying between your legs now. You wriggle, subconsciously trying to escape the water at the same time trying to endure it, but as a consequence the pegs on your nipples tug quickly, repeatedly, driving you wilder.
The deviant helpfully reminds you that you should be counting and you oblige.
"Onetwothreefourfivesix" you count rapidly, wanting to escape the cold, but at the same time thrilling in the slight loss of control.
"fourteenfifteen" and the dial is yanked back to warmth.
As the warmth seeps back into your chilled flesh your hands tingle with the rapid temperature change. Panting, you regain a little of yourself and continue slowly counting to fifteen.
You repeat this cycle six or seven times, but by this point your mind is partly in the clouds, almost having an out of body experience but still feeling the pleasure between your legs and the sting of the cold water. You're panting constantly now, struggling for breath past the gag and the water rushing past your mouth.
The cycle is long gone and the existence of the numbers one through fifteen is forgotten. Randomly you alternate the showers temperature between unbearably cold and unbearably hot, your body thrashing, tugging hard at your nipples, breathing deeply between mouthfuls of water, cock almost sore from the hand flying along its length increasing the pleasure immensely.
Finally it's too much, and you turn the shower to the coldest setting. You scream out as you pull yourself away from the water and rip the tight pegs from off your nipples, and finally you cum explosively despite the tight rubber band constricting your throbbing cock.
You collapse to your knees to the shower floor, back into the freezing water panting, no longer feeling the cold past the orgasmic bliss bouncing around your entire body and making your mind slow to a crawl.
Your senses dimly return and you paw around, fumbling for the door. You find it and yank it open, weakly diving out of the showers cold embrace and collapse, cold, shivering, and naked in the middle of the bathroom floor.
After a minute or two you break past the orgasmic mental barrier and take the goggles off. Reaching up you turn the shower off and proceed to remove the rest of the makeshift bondage equipment. Your cock aches and burns a little as you untangle it from the rubber band, your cocks increased sensitivity forcing you to take it slow. At last you reach for a towel. You wrap yourself in the warmth and sit on the bathroom floor with your back leaning against the wall, slowly regaining you strength.
You think to yourself "how the hell can I top that next time?"
All thoughts of other people's opinions temporarily forgotten.
How can something that feels so good be wrong?