Twisting

I'm going to make you wait.

I know those words make you hot. I know you crave my teasing fingers, my tongue, even my breath. Even though you ache to come with every fiber of your body, you love it and need it 'cause when you do come it feels like you're burning up, it's so amazing.

But it won't be like that. Not this time. This time you will suffer every second until you come. And only I know when that will be.

Let me explain. In an hour, I am going to feed you some nectar. You will drink it, I assure you. And when you do, you are going to get harder than you've ever been.

This is no mere aphrodisiac, though. I'll tell you what'll happen to your body after you drink my potion and it won't be pretty. Because, you see, you are going to crave that orgasm so bad that you'll have withdrawal symptoms.

After ten minutes, you'll get the chills. You won't be able to stop shaking. Don't worry, I'll keep you warm--aren't I considerate? But don't even think I'll let you come yet. I'll just run my fingers up and down your cock.

It gets better. After another half hour comes the headache. A wracking pain, down the center of your head. Even the painkillers I'll give you will only dull the pain, and it'll just get more and more intense. And I still won't let you come. You'll just feel my tongue, rasping the side of your cock so lightly you'll wonder in your spaced out state if I'm even touching it.

Are you nervous yet? Because there's more.

Yes, after the first hour, there's nausea. Every breath you take will feel like you're going to retch. I've heard that it never really comes up, but just in case, I'll have a bowl ready for you. You'll have to turn your head to the side, and it'll be difficult, but I'm sure you'll manage. Because, believe me, you'll do anything to be there when I let you come.

But not yet. Oh yes, no matter how much pain you're in, I'm just going to keep you this side of coming. When the itching starts--that's next, after about two hours--you'll feel every breath of mine on your cock like the lick of a flame. You'll beg me to scratch it, and I will. I'll scratch it everywhere but where you really want me to.

Am I scaring you? You don't think I'm serious, do you? I couldn't possibly have this kind of drug, it can't possibly exist. Can it? Wonder away, my poor boy.

When do you think I'll let you come? After the hallucinations? You know now that these things can't be, but what will you think after three hours of the ghosts haunting your head? The blood flowing from your pores, the uncontrollable jerk of your limbs? Oh, but are you really bleeding? Or will you just think you are? And all through this, I'll be playing your cock like it's my private little instrument.

What do you think of that? Will you beg me to have mercy on you, to save you from this nightmare? How will I be able to force you to drink something you know will put you through hell? And won't I protect you, and just deny you in the usual way, the way that you find so hot, even when you hate it?

Forget about it, boy. Your fate is sealed.