I punched his last ruin out, so let's take stock, shall we? His muscles: exhausted. His balls: drained. His shaft: hypersensitive. His cum block: obliterated.

For about a week after a bad ruin, my boy becomes pretty worthless with regard to denial. So many variables going haywire all at once ... really anything can happen.

I should leave him alone for a few days to recover and replenish his stores -- literally and figuratively -- but where's the fun in that? I need my fix turning him out *daily*, so he can just deal with it. He can deal with my ass on his face, m...

I punched his last ruin out, so let's take stock, shall we? His muscles: exhausted. His balls: drained. His shaft: hypersensitive. His cum block: obliterated.

For about a week after a bad ruin, my boy becomes pretty worthless with regard to denial. So many variables going haywire all at once ... really anything can happen.

I should leave him alone for a few days to recover and replenish his stores -- literally and figuratively -- but where's the fun in that? I need my fix turning him out *daily*, so he can just deal with it. He can deal with my ass on his face, my fingertips circling his tip, my grip on his shaft as I stifle any sort of release.

I hold. I hold for a long, long time. I stop that orgasm in its tracks, and only the tiniest strand of thick semen dribbles out in a congealed glob on his stomach. The aftershocks and pulses continue for quite some time, and to his horror, nothing else comes out.

When I ruin it, I RUIN it.