Page 38 of Testing the Goalie

“Good. I like that no one else can hear what I’m about to say to you. You’re already naked, right?” I inquire, wishing my eyes were grazing over his perfect body.I could ask Ben to do a video call, but for some reason, I want him to come from my voice alone this time.

“I am,” he assures me.

“Okay, I’m going to instruct you on exactly what to do. You’re to obey Daddy’s every command, and as always, you are only allowed to come when I say you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whimpers out. “Please tell me what to do.”

“Run your hand lightly over your chest,” I instruct, causing a hum of enjoyment from my obedient boy.

“Good job,” I praise because I don’t doubt that he isn’t doing what I’m telling him to. “Now gently pinch your left nipple.”

“Gah,” Ben cries out, and I give my cock a slow, firm tug. I’m not trying to come just yet, but I need to take the edge off while I tease my boy.

“How does it feel?” I ask him.

“So good, Daddy,” he replies breathlessly.

“Pinch it harder,” I command, applying more pressure to my throbbing cock when he cries out with pleasure.

I never knew that hearing my sweet boy like this would be such delicious torture, but it is.

“Good job, baby,” I praise, positive he’ll be beaming. “Now, keep playing with your nipple, but slide your other hand down your abs.”

His moans grow louder as he follows my instructions, and I close my eyes, playing the scene over in my head.

“Now slide that hand over your inner thigh, close to your needy cock, but not touching it yet.”He whimpers this time, and I smirk. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he replies, sounding needier than I’ve ever heard him. “I need to touch myself.”

“You already are,” I tease, fully aware of what he really means.

“My cock, Daddy,” he pleads. “I need to touch my cock. I need to come so bad it hurts.”

“Okay, sweet boy, grab your cock,but don’t stroke yourself, just hold it in your hand.”

“F-f-fuck,” he stammers, listening to my command.

From how fast his breathing is and the way his voice broke when he spoke, I’m concerned that if he starts jacking off now, he’ll blow in only seconds, which is the exact opposite of what I want to happen right now. Ideally, I’d love to draw out his orgasm for a good while, but Ben is only going to be able to follow my directions for so long.

He’s a good boy, but he’s horny and wants to come. Eventually, he’ll decide it’s not worth it and do what he needs to get his release. Even though I’m not able to make him wait all day, I do want to draw out his orgasm at least a little bit longer.

“Take a deep breath, sweet boy,” I instruct. “You need to calm yourself down before I let you glide your fist up and down your needy dick.”

Ben does as he’s told, like the perfect boy he is, taking a few slow, deep breaths to bring himself off the ledge. It takes a couple of minutes, but his breathing evens out. Finally, it’s time to let him have what he’s been so desperate for.

“Are you ready to stroke yourself?” I check.

“Yes, Daddy,” he responds in a breathy tone that has my cock pulsing in my hand.

“Start at the base and slowly slide your hand up,” I instruct, following my directions at the same time.

Ben hums on the other end of the line, bringing a smile to my lips.

“When you reach the top, swipe the palm of your hand over your head and use the precum to make yourself nice and slick.”

I fumble for a bottle of lube from my nightstand with my hand that isn’t holding my phone and squirt a dollop onto my cock.

“Keep stroking yourself slowly, twisting your hand each time you get to your crown,” I instruct, doing the same to myself. “If I were there right now, I’d suck you into my mouth and swallow your perfect cock down my throat.”

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