The thing about cock rings

Belle took me out of the Looker 02 the night before we left for NYC. The penis had been locked up for…god, I can’t even tell you how long. A month? At least. Maybe more. Maybe I should stop trying to remember since these periods of not being locked up are the rare exception.

Anyway, I’d been locked up for a long time. The L02 was in place for two weeks. The Trainer for about ten days before that. The Steelheart before that (and it’ll be the Steelheart again once I get home, I’d warrant). When the L02 came off, I put on a lovely little aluminum cock ring from Gear Essentials. I have a hard time now not feeling something around the penis and balls.

A couple of things about cock rings. First of all, specific to the one I’m wearing (it’s called Surge, BTW), it went through the TSA’s millimeter wave scanners without a hitch. Not sure if it’d trigger a metal detector, but the scanners didn’t seem to bother with it. Second, cock rings, while seeming to be related to other ball and cock toys like chastity devices, aren’t at all related. They’re as different as can be.

Cock rings glorify cocks. They present them. Accentuate them. Actually help to embellish them. Make them harder and stronger and altogether more impressive. Well-fitting ones can make your hard-on feel incredible. Chastity devices diminish penises. They hide them and bind them and stifle them and force their erections back down. Well-fitting ones can make your hard-on feel trapped and totally useless. They’re complete opposites.

And you’re like, OK. So?

I went from an essentially constant state where the penis was trapped in a device meant to diminish and isolate it to one meant to glorify and enhance it, literally overnight. And I wasn’t allowed to do anything about it. I couldn’t play with it. Couldn’t really admire it. Certainly couldn’t make it come. The penis loved being out and the Surge made it do just that — surge. Just tight enough that I could feel it grip in a delicious and ever so distracting way. Every erection (and there have been many) were like fantastic fireworks shows where nobody was allowed to come and watch. Or even light the fuse. A different sort of torture than chastity. Far more maddening.

Our first morning in the city found us having sex. The cock ring was doing its thing and the penis, normally on the thin side of average, felt much fatter. The heavy curved barbell ring was in the PA and, not long after we were both awake, all of them were in Belle’s pussy. The tightness of the ring made ejaculation harder so that I never leaked in her though I skirted up to the edge of orgasm several times as usual.

Fucking her from above, I wish I could have kept my shit together long enough to take her over the falls, but that wasn’t in the cards. Instead, I reached down to finger her clit while leaving about half the hard-on inside her. It took about 30 seconds to get her off this way. She couldn’t get in there to get my finger off her while she came so I was able to keep the fiery nerves burning until I thought she well and truly felt all the orgasm had to offer. Then, without skipping a beat, I pulled my hand away and pushed the aluminum-enriched shaft all the way back in.

That was awesome.

Last night before bed, I asked Belle if my orgasm warning period had expired.

“Yeah, I’m pretty much over that now.”

She also told me she’s “working on” never letting me come again, but of course I know there are no promises and she’s free to change her mind at any time. Also also, when I said something about jerking off and how much I used to do it and like doing it, she told me flat out that wasn’t going to happen anymore. My solo JO days are behind me.

“Far too selfish,” she said, “Too much focus on you.” Maybe she’d let me do it sometime with her there. But probably not that often. If the penis gets to feel pleasure, it will almost exclusively be inside her.

And don’t you just know the penis surged in the Surge hearing that.

The first morning after being put in the Surge I was grabbing as the hard penis. Not jacking it, so much. That’s not allowed. Just gripping it. Squeezing it. If you’re the kind of perv who goes into for such things, I’ve included a NSFW picture after the jump, throbbing veins and all.