Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

It was over two hours before my dick stopped feeling like it would burst if any blood flowed to it. Zarina lay on my thigh, drooling around my cock, and trying to remain almost stock-still, besides tracing her nails and fingertips on my other thigh. I floated in and out of a blissful doze. Both of us would have been comforted for me to sleep all night. 

While the hypersensitivity of my glans had faded, my shaft continued to pulse with a dull ache. The discomfort impelled me from my slumber and I could tell that it would prevent me from falling back asleep. I blinked and locked eyes with Zarina, where despair was pooling in her optics. 

“Time starts as soon as I start getting hard again. That’s the deal you made,” I whispered.

“But Master, wouldn’t you enjoy it more if you rested for a little while longer?”

Zarina’s hot breath tickled my contracted whole.

“No. I’m up.”

Zarina’s shoulders fell, but she began sucking in the air around my engulfed member. That alone made me wince.

Zarina dropped my cock entirely from her lips, “Aman! I’m sorry! Please excuse this pitiful slave….”

I was afraid of moving so much as to roll over. At other times, I would have instantly remonstrated Zarina with something like a yank to a nipple. But then I spotted the bandage.

“Just give me a massage….”

Zarina was audibly relieved and exhaled. She promptly began kneading my inner thighs where she lay, but was careful about getting too close to my groin. She took her time as she worked, starting with the barest caress and gauging my tolerance as she steadily increased her force. From my knees, she slid down my calves. Eventually she got up on all fours to put her weight into one of my leg muscles at a time. Zarina caught me notice as she dangled her bandaged breasts and grinned. Her compressions were reaching the point between good soreness and too much, so I motioned for her to move down to my feet.

Zarina sat up and spread her legs wide, as she was supposed to, while studying my face for any sign of appreciation or discomfort. She probably got over a hour and a half respite palpating and wringing me down and up. As my I forgot about the world and time, I realized I was so at ease I could roll over without any twinges between my legs. Zarina mounted the small of my back and staked her elbows into my largest muscle groups. Before this day, Zarina’s body inevitably got me too impatient within a short time to indulge in such an extended full-body pampering. 

I felt so languorous and calm that I was confident I could resume some kind of sexual stimulation and enjoy it. 

“Now for the most important organs.”

Zarina’s nose flared and she scratched the underside of my balls. I hummed, yet felt no blood begin filling the two main cylinders known as the corpora cavernosa. Zarina flicked her tongue halfway up the underside of my shaft, but halted when my face twitched. She was anticipating my reaction, but the moment passed. I was too tranquilized to rebuke her. Then the corner of Zarina’s lips curled upwards and a welcome gleam sparkled once again through her eyes. She had an idea:

“Master, your cock has worked so hard to delight this unworthy slave. Let’s let it convalesce just a bit longer, while I suck and tongue your balls and asshole. I’m always in such a hurry to slam your big cock down my throat that I never get the chance to devote a proper lengthy tasting menu to those other two erogenous zones.

I beamed at her, “That is exactly what I need right now. Your countdown remains stopped.”

Zarina’s grin fanned across her face and she chuckled as she widened her tongue and dove in between my ass cheeks. Glacially and gently she lifted my hips up and back to tuck my knees underneath my chest, putting me in the yoga position known as Bālāsana or ‘child’s pose.’ Zarina made sounds of smacking her lips as she lapped around the rim of my hole, before elongating her tongue as far it would go inside. I breathed out in content as Zarina cupped my balls with her right hand and supported my dangling member with the other. As Zarina tongue fucked my anal canal, she began rubbing my testes with the pads of her fingertips. After several minutes, Zarina adjourned from rimming me only to replace it with a middle finger and begin sucking on one testicle. Zarina tilted her head to catch me looking back at her handiwork: 

“See, Master? You’ve taught me when an asshole has enough spit for something to slide right in easy,” she quipped with a sly smirk.

In truth, Zarina’s tongue was probably too tired to keep up its pointed shape. Her middle finger moved into my rectum at a more considerate pace than I had ever shown her. I guess I had fostered some kind of empathy in her ass. I whimpered as she reached for my prostate and began a steady ‘come hither’ groove. Her other fingers fluttered up and down my shaft as she took an ice cream lick around my balls and then kissed my perineum. Simultaneously, she pressed her lips into my perineal skin as she circled harder on my prostate with her middle finger, squeezing my prostate from the inside and outside. 

I caught my eyes widening and rolling around as I pined for the warm glow emanating from deep within my pelvis. Zarina mixed up her movements, from prodding with her tongue to suction up the space between my balls and asshole. She forestalled her middle finger becoming sluggish by switching to tapping right on my prostate and then sliding side-to-side over it. Sticking to these little motions, I would guess we both lasted almost a hour before I was able to maintain an erection once again.

Zarina took her cue to palm and polish the head of my cock. It was too much, but the gratification overwhelmed the tenderness. The sensations changed and I recognized where we were hurtling. Zarina swapped out her mouth to jam her thumb into my perineum and pinch down on my prostate from both ends. She spun onto her back to suck down just the head of my cock and extrude my shaft through her non-dominant hand. The first wave crashed through my body like a tropical cyclone and left every nerve ending on my skin hypersensitized.

Prostate orgasms feel different. I prioritize my health too, while the research is limited and inconclusive, and such milking may reduce prostate inflammation. In our early days, I educated Zarina to entertain me, sometimes for hours, with back-to-back ‘dry’ prostate orgasms during my refractory periods. Ever the clever one, now Zarina had pulled out this trick to notch at least one more climax without using up any time on her countdown. I would guess it took twenty minutes for the last of my full-body spasms and shortness of breath to subside. I was sprawled out and absolutely spent in every possible way for the foreseeable future. I peeked over at her:

“My, my…. You figured out how to score and it didn’t cost you a second. But I’m so wrung out the short term win might prove to be a Pyrrhic victory. Maybe you should have gone for the last two orgasms just by milking my prostate. Arguably, dry ones would have counted. What are you going to do to save your pussy and clit in time?”

Zarina’s sat straight up and her eyes flared with frustration and discouragement.

“Come on, Master! I know I just blew your mind! Can’t that count for two?! Or at least pausing my deadline some more?!”

“That would be changing the deal.”

Zarina’s shoulders sank and she squeezed her eyes shut for a spell. She kept them shut as she recited, “I’ll make you another deal.”

I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

“Aman, I knew it would come to this the whole time…. I guess…please put your new drops in my mouth…. You’re so eager to try to them out, why not trade my tongue for my vag? You’ll still get to watch me roll around bawling…I just may lose all my taste buds forever. But at least I know that it’s capable of taking spiciness, albeit at a much, much lower level. I grew up with lots of kinds of spices in my house. Come to think of it, maybe I won’t want to puke when I have to scarf down dog food.” Zarina shrugged, sounding resigned. 

“You want me to follow your example and take the sure thing, even though it may not be what I want the most? Better than to risk losing the chance to scorch you with the capsaicin at all. I see your logic: get the ordeal over with in a lesser manner of your choosing, rather than having the Damocles hanging over you tomorrow.”

Zarina sighed, but there was a faint appreciation for my compliment. Then she added, “Not that it’s stopped me before, but my throat feels swollen and my tongue is so weary I know I can’t give you the kind of good blowjob you expect. My mouth might as well be out of commission for a while. Fuck it.” 

Zarina then switched to her coquettish tone, “Set my mouth alight, Master. For science.”