DISCLAIMER
This is a fictional erotic story intended for adults 18+ only. It contains explicit gay kink, edging, puppy play, and BDSM themes. All characters are consenting adults.
Pure fantasy. Always practice safe, consensual sex in real life.
Reader discretion advised.
The humid Jakarta night clung to everything like a second skin. In a sleek high-rise apartment in SCBD, Reza — a 24-year-old office worker with smooth tan skin, a lean athletic body, and a thick, hungry cock — sat alone in the dim glow of his laptop. Porn played on loop: raw gay edging videos where desperate bottoms were brought to the brink again and again, cocks throbbing purple, balls tight, bodies shaking as orgasm was cruelly denied. Reza stroked himself slowly, precum already leaking. “Fuck… I need to feel that,” he whispered, heart racing with forbidden thrill.
He opened Telegram and messaged the notorious EdgeMasterJKT.
Reza: I want real edging. I’m new but addicted to watching it. How much?
EdgeMasterJKT: Free. But I record the whole session for my private collection. Take it or leave it, boy.
Reza hesitated, cock twitching at the danger. What if someone recognized him? But the fantasy won.
Reza: I’m scared… I have a job, family. No face.
EdgeMasterJKT: Full neoprene dog mask. Hooded. Anonymous. You in?
Reza: Yes. Dog mask, tied spread, only jockstrap. Tomorrow night?
They agreed. Sunday, 10 PM, luxury apartment in SCBD.
Reza arrived trembling with nerves and lust. The door opened to a tall, muscular man in his mid-30s dressed in tight black. “Reza? I’m Master Dan. Strip.”
Clothes hit the floor. Reza stood in nothing but a black jockstrap that barely contained his swelling cock. Master Dan smirked and slid the glossy black neoprene puppy hood over his head — floppy ears, wide eye holes, open muzzle. The zipper locked tight. The world narrowed to heat, rubber scent, and pounding heartbeat.
“From now on, you’re just my Puppy. Two full hours. No mercy. No cumming until I say so.”
Wrists and ankles were bound with thick leather straps to the bedposts, spreading Reza wide open. The jockstrap was yanked aside, letting his heavy cock spring free, already leaking. Cameras rolled under red lights.
Master Dan poured warm lube over Reza’s throbbing shaft and began.
First 30 minutes – Slow Torture
His strong hand stroked Reza’s cock with agonizing slowness — long, slick glides from base to swollen head, thumb circling the sensitive slit. Every time Reza’s cock pulsed hard and his hips bucked, Master Dan stopped completely, squeezing the base until the edge faded. “Good puppy… feel that ache? That’s mine now.”
30 to 60 minutes – Mouth and Cruel Teasing
Master Dan dropped his head and swallowed Reza’s cock to the hilt, throat tight and wet, tongue swirling. He sucked hard and sloppy, then pulled off just as Reza started to shake. Alternating with sharp, wet slaps to the slick shaft — plap plap plap — leaving the cock angry red and dripping. Balls were sucked one by one while fingers teased his hole. Reza moaned loudly inside the mask, drooling, begging.
60 to 90 minutes – Prostate Hell
A tight cock ring was locked around the base, trapping blood and making Reza’s cock darker, veinier, impossibly harder. Two slick fingers pushed deep into his ass, curling mercilessly against his prostate while the other hand edged the throbbing shaft with perfect, torturous rhythm. “Your prostate is so swollen, Puppy. I could make you leak for hours.” Reza sobbed and thrashed in the restraints, body shiny with sweat, mask fogged, cock leaking a constant stream of precum.
90 to 120 minutes – Total Breakdown
Reza was wrecked — trembling, exhausted, broken. Master Dan showed no mercy. Fast strokes, slow torturous ones, deep-throating, prostate milking, light cock-slapping, everything calculated to push him right to the screaming edge then yank him back. The room filled with wet sounds, desperate whimpers, and the creak of leather straps.
Finally, after two endless hours, Master Dan leaned in, voice low and commanding. “You’ve been such a good masked puppy. Cum for me. Cum hard.”
He ripped off the cock ring and stroked Reza with brutal speed, thumb merciless on the hypersensitive head.
Reza exploded with a muffled scream inside the hood. Thick ropes of hot cum shot violently across his own chest, hitting the bottom of the dog mask, pulse after powerful pulse. His whole body convulsed, ass clenching around nothing, cock jerking wildly in Master Dan’s grip as the longest, most shattering orgasm of his life tore through him.
When the last weak spurt finally dribbled out, Reza lay limp, chest heaving, body glistening, completely spent.
Master Dan patted the twitching cock gently. “Well done, Puppy. This recording stays between us… unless you beg for round two.”
Reza could only whimper softly inside the hot, cum-splattered mask — already addicted, already craving more.
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