Jason, what have you done to me?

It isn't a true dom/sub relationship but I've know, for a long time that Jason controls my world, and I am ok with that.  In the three years we have been together we have settled into a comfortable routine where I have become more and more submissive and Jason more dominant.  Within the first month of living together I had taken to not wearing clothes around the house anymore as it seemed I was always getting dressed and undressed because of Jason's insatiable sex drive and need to be satisfied anytime and anywhere.  I don't think there is a square inch of this house where Jason hasn't had me bent over begging him to pound harder and faster.  The absence of clothes just makes it easier to serve that need.  After about 6 months of being together I realized that I was no longer cumming when having sex.  Jason can fuck for hours and cum multiple times and the things he does in those hours of play drive me insane with need for him, but when the cum flies, it's Jason's cum, and anymore I am left laying there rock hard with an ass leaking from my sexy lovers baby juice.  

I remember cumming three weeks ago after an intense Saturday night play session where Jason was relentless with my ass using a combination of toys, fingers, and his beautifully curved 8 inch fuck stick that left my ass a beautiful gaping mess.  As Jason thrust in me for what must have been the hundreth time that night and was unloading his balls in me I jacked myself to climax leaving a huge puddle of cum on the sheets.  After pulling out of my ass and seeing my cum on the sheets Jason stuck his cock in my mouth to clean off and said "I'm gonna hit the shower while you get this mess cleaned up."  I started to protest but he instantly put a stop to it by grabbing my hair, exposing my neck and nibbling his way up to my ear where he growled "such a good fuck slut" slapped my ass and headed to the bathroom.  Apparently this wasn't up for discussion so I just changed the sheets.  I had managed to cum for the first time since I can't remember when so hey, at least I had that.  I walked into the bathroom to join Jason in the shower, when I attempted to step in he refused to let me telling me I needed to plug my ass first as he didn't want his load dripping out of me.  I again opened my mouth to protest and he immediately covered my mouth with a kiss telling me what good lube it will make for a Sunday morning fuck session.  I became instantly hard at the thought and reached in the bathroom drawer pulling out one of the plugs I have accumulated over the years and shoved it in my already sore puffy asshole.  

There wasn't a Sunday morning fuck session that week.  In fact there really hasn't been a fuck session in three weeks.  Sure Jason has mounted me daily and fucked me like a bitch in heat but that's all there has been.  The occasional "Babe, give me head" while he's watching tv or waking up to find his morning wood in my face but sexual release amounts to release for Jason only and leaves me frustrated with either a mouthful of his sweet cum or the feel of it running down my leg.  It's like he has a radar too.  I have had so many ruined orgasm's in the past three weeks my balls feel as though they will explode.  Every attempt to jerk a quick one out in the shower or while he's distracted seems to end with him barging into the room taking my hands off my cock, kissing me and saying "Babe, you shouldn't do that, let me take care of it later."  My protests go unheard since every time I open my mouth to say something he sticks his tongue in and his fingers go into my ass and yet again I am being bent over and fucked mercilessly.  Maybe it's my frustration at not cumming for so long but Jason's fucking seems to be getting harder and harder. 

 The two guys at the gym that noticed the bruises on my hips from Jason's tight grasp as he's plowing into me seemed to think it was amusing as they stared at me in the shower.  I couldn't help but flush with embarassment  as one uttered "must be one hell of a fuck" while the other laughed and said "he's a lucky guy."  No,  lucky guys get to cum with their lovers, lucky guys are more than a cum dump that gets used and bruised daily.  The drive home from the gym is my first chance in three weeks for relief and I grab it.  I don't care if I crash my car, I don't care if I get picked up and my aching dick is hanging out, the minute I get in the car my shorts are around my ankles and I begin to jack my cock with a passion I haven't used since I was a horny 13 year old that discovered the joys of masturbation.  The drive home is a short one but it doesn't matter, with the pent up frustration in my balls it takes me no time at all to shoot rope after rope of cum all over my torso and a large part of the car as well.  

My hands are a sticky mess, covered in weeks of cum, still licking my own cum from my fingers as I drive into the garage I see Jason standing there naked.  There's no way out of it, he's going to know I jacked off on my way home.  I hesitate getting out of the car with my shorts still wrapped around my ankles.  Jason laughs at my attempt saying "good boy, coming home ready for me like that."  The smile on his face instantly disappears the minute he realizes that I have cum.  "What the fuck have you done" he growls at me.  I attempt to answer but words aren't what Jason wants right now.  He spins me around, kicks my legs apart, throws my torso on the hood of the car, and shoves his cock in balls deep.  The fucking is relentless and endless rotating between a fast and furious fuck to Jason pulling out and showing his cock back in balls deep repeatedly.  His hands seem to be everywhere at the same time, one second he is pulling on my nipple rings so hard I'm sure he's about to tear my nipples off, the next second he has grabbed me by the hair forcing my head back and my back to arch which allows his cock to go even deeper into my hole.  I have had about all I can take and yet again when I am about to say something my mouth is covered by Jason's as he growls into my mouth "mine, it's mine to decide what to do with."  His own words seem to turn him on the most as the same time he utters them I hear him groan and can feel his balls unloading in my ass.  

Having just been fucked senseless I stay laying on the hood of the car trying to catch my breath as Jason's cock pops out he smacks my ass and mutters "mine".  I attempt to stand but my legs are jelly and I stretch my torso across the hood of the car giving myself just a few more seconds to regroup.  I suddenly feel myself being picked up and wrapped in Jason's arms.  He carries me into the house and to the shower while  stopping to kiss me every few steps and utter "mine" against my lips each time.  I still can't wrap my brain around what is happening.  I feel violated and used but there is an overwhelming sense of euphoria from being touched so passionately and each time he mutters "mine" into my mouth my heart flutters.  Jason takes me into the shower and before the spray from the water hits me his fingers are in my ass, he brings out the load of cum he has just deposited, wipes it across my lips and we share a kiss, and again he mutters "mine."  He washes my body gently and sensually and the minute he touches my cock, it springs to attention and I realize that regardless of having jacked off I am harder than I have ever been.  "Going to have to take care of that" Jason laughs and I say "yes, yes, yes, PLEASE!"  Jason turns off the shower, dries us both off and carries me to our bed. 

 I lay in the middle of the bed with my legs spread and my cock at full aching attention.  Jason lies next to me, taking my face in his hands he asks "Did you like that?"  I smile and say "very much."  "Do you trust me", he asks.  "Yes, I do" I respond.  My response brings about a wicked grin from him.  He gets off the bed, runs to the kitchen and comes back with something behind his back.  He tells me to close my eyes and I do.  I feel the blindfold being put over my head, and then feel my arms being pulled toward the headboard and WTF he just handcuffed me to the headboard!  I open my mouth to protest but he instantly shoves something in there, it's his underwear, I would know the scent and taste of him anywhere.  I begin squirming on the bed but it's useless as he climbs on top and straddles me.   I feel him take my cock in his hand and I instantly regret it.  He has ice cubes in his hands.  My achingly hard, leaking cock is reduced to nothing in seconds as he keeps the ice on it.  I feel him slide what feels like a cock ring on me, but there's so much more he is doing.  All I can think is WTF as I feel something slide over the head of my cock and smash it down even further.  I hear something click, and Jason climbs off of me.  He whispers into my ear, "mine" and takes the blindfold off.  I immediately look down and realize my cock has been locked in a black chastity cage.  Jason smiling like the cat that ate the canary looks at me and says 'Don't worry, eventually you will forget it's even there, I did a long time ago.  But the rest of you is mine, and will use you as I see fit."  I lay there with tears rolling down my cheeks, frustrated not knowing how to get out of this, but even more frustrated because my cock wants to spring to attention and it cant.