I love making boys bed, there is something so humiliating, degrading, and pathetic about having to beg for your own orgasm. I think that is what I love about it. And you love to obey me; you love to be controlled by me. I think the highest level of orgasm control is getting you to ride that wave; keeping you right on the edge, while I tease and torment you. And only if your begging is good enough, will I countdown your orgasm and finally let you explode for me. Be ag good boy and hold out, won’t you?