Demanding Bam JOI

Transcript

Hey, numbnuts. Are you really just gonna sit there all goddamn day staring at me? Are you gonna actually do something? Look, I'm all for being worshipped, but this is getting ridiculous.

I wait all day for you to get home from work and instead of getting to the good stuff, you just sit your ass down and bore your eyes into me like a caveman witnessing a train go by. Don't you think we should do something to resolve this, well, less than entertaining silence? Meat.

Fine. I suppose I will take the lead once again with our activities, since you appear to be frozen with a mixture of fear and arousal. It's cute, I'll give you that, but I can only take so much ogling.

Now is the time for action. Go on. Whip it out.

No preamble, no ceremony. Just unzip those drawers and yank down your increasingly tight briefs. Take out that, uh, cock of yours for your old pal Bam, why don't ya? Good boy.

I may be the more animal of the two of us, but you are definitely more of a pet than me. That's not an insult, by the way, not really. I'm just saying you're very well trained and loyal.

Those are valuable assets in any relationship, right? Even relationships where the power dynamic is somewhat skewed. You know, like ours.

Simon didn't say go. I don't remember giving you permission to start going at it. All I said was you could take it out.

You know, that kind of impulsiveness isn't fit for someone in the presence of royalty. You aren't some kind of a common chimpanzee or something just throwing things at the wall and hoping it sticks, are ya? I didn't think so.

So, act better. Don't get ahead of yourself, or me, more importantly. I can't guarantee your safety if you don't follow my words to the T.

All right, you can give it a poke. Those sad puppy dog eyes are gonna make me sick. Have some dignity, huh? Really? Why not bat it around a little bit like a cat with a ball of string? Don't start cranking it just yet.

We got all the time in the world, meat. You really ought to work on your impulse control. Oh, poor baby.

You look so pent up and frustrated. Just about bursting at the seams. Poking, prodding, and patting your own meat isn't gonna cut it, huh? Well, I suppose since you've mostly been a good boy, you can slowly start stroking it.

You go too fast, though? I'll get the squirt bottle and discipline you. Understood? Mmm, yeah.

Just like that. That's just right. Nice speed.

Solid grip. Fine form. Maintain that timing for a little bit, huh? Enjoy that excruciating slowness.

It'll make the grand finale all the grander. I want you just on the edge of losing control. But you're gonna maintain it for me, understand? Tighten up that grip just a tad.

Really get the blood flowing down there. Especially right at the tip. Mmm, yeah, that's exactly right.

Not too tight. Don't want to throttle your poor little guy, huh? It's my property, and I have a lot of uses for it.

Any kind of harm comes to it, and, well, that'll make me real unhappy. A very unhappy tigress. And, uh, well, possibly a flogging or something to boot.

So, let's not tempt fate, huh? Keepin' up, sweetie pie. Oh, and your reward will be legendary.

A feeling the likes of which only the fallen warriors of Valhalla could experience. Mmm, yeah, nice work. You are a proper soldier under my command, aren't you? Saluting and about-facing and all that military shit.

Don't break free from my grasp now. You are doing so well. And since you're at full mast, I think it's time to take things up a notch.

You were waiting for that, weren't you? Yeah, yeah. Oh, I can see the hunger in your eyes.

The sheer desperation. Mmm, it's delicious. Now, just a fraction faster.

Nothing too fancy. No ball-foddling, no spittin' to lube up your cock. Just keep it simple.

Oh, we're gonna get there. Don't you worry. You trust me, don't you? I've never steered you wrong before, have I? Okay, maybe a few times, but you can trust me now.

Probably. Oh, I cinched your pickup speed there. Bring it back down there, Jack Flash.

Nothing gets past these feline eyes. Sneaky, sneaky. And you were doing so well, too.

Disappointing. You know, you keep pulling stuff like that, and I'm gonna seriously consider just, well, coming right for you. Not in the fun way.

Not a cutesy kind of coming for you either. A proper kind of ER trip. Got it? Good.

Hopefully that's the last of your rebellious acts. Ah, I saw that little eyebrow crease. Don't you give me attitude.

Bam here is the hand that feeds you, and you best not bite it, if you know what's good for you. I'm not the bad guy here. I'm just trying to help you reach your full potential.

You're not gonna get there by jerking off at lightning speed and immediately blasting ropes of cum like some dweeb watching hentai. Well, speaking of porn, you know, I never checked your internet history, but maybe I should start. Would you like that? Having me spy on all your activities when I'm not around.

Keep up your bad behavior, see what happens. Maybe I'll even put a parental lock on your computer. Oh, I'm being serious, young man.

You do too much of that kind of thing. Jerking off and stuff? You could go blind.

Those eyes ears are really drinking in every inch of my form, aren't they? You know, they've been hovering around my tits, my pussy, and this fat ass of mine quite a bit. I noticed.

You want to lose these last two articles of clothing I've got on, huh? Not real sure you've earned that privilege yet, bud. You've been naughty.

And not the kind of naughty I encourage. Stick to my directions from here on and you get what you're looking for. Complete this little ritual of ours with no further deviations and I just might pounce.

In that context, it'd be the good kind of pouncing. I want you to go a little faster now, babe. I saw that smile when I called you babe.

Wipe that grin off your face. This is serious business. Striking a balance between encouragement and discipline isn't an easy task, meat.

But your special friend here pulls it off without too much trouble, wouldn't you say? No, don't actually answer. That was a rhetorical question.

I'm the talker here. You're more of a silent, passive observer. And you like that, don't you? You like how I take control in conversations when we're out in public.

I run things in and out of the home and you wouldn't have it any other way. You find my dominance in all aspects of your life. Enthralling.

Oh, yeah, you like watching me tease these straps of my bra? Gonna take it off. Had you going there, huh? I gotcha.

Oh, I can see you salivating, you dog. Poor boy's starving for a glimpse of tit. No, don't pout.

It's unbecoming. I'm just having some fun at your expense. Don't you want me to enjoy myself? Of course you do.

And I want you to enjoy yourself too. Just do it on my terms. And I'm enjoying you enjoying yourself.

You know, seems you're a bit of a reformed man putting all that previous naughtiness behind you. So how about we pick up the pace again, huh? Watch my hand.

I want you to do exactly as I'm doing. Mm hmm. That's it.

That is very good meat. I see those. Mm hmm.

Not severe filling up with all that come wanting to just unload all over me or in me. I'd say that you neglected your balls a bit though, huh? Why don't you give them a nice gentle squeeze? Careful now.

All that come in there is mine. Massage them with one hand and keep stroking with the other. Can you maintain that little juggling act for me? multitasking has never been your strong suit.

But you know, you can have an exception in this case. I'm gonna add an extra step now. Are you ready? Don't get too overwhelmed.

While you're working your shaft in your balls, use your thumb to rub the head of your cock. Yeah. Nice round circles while you're stroking.

Yeah, there you go. Just like I wanted. Nice work.

No, you're doing all right, mate. Good job not fucking up. You're coordinated enough to do those three things at once, which is fine and dandy.

But don't expect a fucking Nobel Prize over it or anything. You're just managing the bare minimum. Still, though, I do admit I like what I'm seeing.

I know you want to get inside me. Fill me up. Shoot that thick fucking load as far up into me as you can.

I love watching it drip out. Tastes even better after it's been marinating inside of me. One of these days I might have you give it a sample too.

After we wrap things up here and your refractory period's over, we'll get to the real deal. I'll be on top though. There's no negotiating that.

The discipline you display here needs to be present when we're fucking. One mistimed thrust or a bad angle and well, I'll hop right off your cock and leave you with those mythical blue balls I've heard tell of but never actually witnessed personally. Hmm.

Yeah. Well, mate, I'd say you managed to impress me enough to earn a little treat. Try not to get too overwhelmed and empty your load all over the place.

Huh? You ready to see what I'm hiding under this bra? Nod for me, baby.

A little more enthusiasm. That a boy. There you go.

Oh, that feels much better. God, my tits feel so good under my hands. You see how fucking hard my nipples are? Hmm.

You managed to maintain the tempo that I wanted all while getting some extra visual stimulation. Not bad. Not bad at all, honey bun.

Looks like my lessons are paying off. We'll make a proper teacher's pet out of you yet. Remember, the longer you last, the better it's gonna feel to release all of that pent up sexual energy.

Don't worry. I won't drag this on all night. I can only torture your cute ass so much before it just gets sad.

I'm not a monster after all. Suppose I should give you some more spank bank material, shouldn't I? Then say you've earned it.

Just remember to keep up your current speed because I am always watching. Running my hands down my stomach to my hips. Shaking my ass right in front of you.

Taking these fucking panties off. No? Yeah? You like when I flash you my asshole, huh? Or is it the way that my pussy is dripping down my thighs while I'm looking at you? Well, that was a fun diversion.

Now, let's focus back on you, huh? You didn't get too carried away, I see. That's a relief.

I wouldn't want you to ruin that streak now after all the progress you made. Stroke your cock even faster, meat. Let's get to the cliff's edge without going over.

Just know that a single drop of cum that exits that engorged cock before my say so, well, I'll be coming for you. And not in the way you need. I've never been afraid to use my claws if you catch my drift.

I want both your hands on your cock now. A nice, hard gorilla grip while you're working it. Spit into one of your palms, lube it up.

That's right. You'd probably like me to spit on it, huh? But I'm not gonna waste my spit.

We're gonna save that for later. God, I do love how your cock glistens. All that length and girth shining in the darkness.

Mmm, it almost makes me wanna. .. You like how I'm licking my fingers? Thinking about how it would feel to wrap my lips around that cock.

You're enjoying that view, huh? Yeah, no need to be afraid. I know that you want a taste of my pussy.

You feel the heat rolling off of it being so near your lips, hmm? You know, I've been told my pussy tastes like heaven, and I think you're gonna agree. Helena Troy's face launched a thousand ships, but this pussy could launch a thousand nukes.

Enough of that. Too much exposure at once and you could go feral.