Plugging my phone into charge at night often involves me hanging out of the side of the bed. The reasons for this are varied but mainly that it is warm and snug under the covers and I have no desire to get out from underneath them to reach my phone charger. So I perform this athletic stunt that attempt to try an avoid that. On occasion a shout of protest will go up from the bed behind me
“Hey, watch what you are doing with those feet”
Which is usually followed by me claiming that my feet where no anywhere near his tackle and him saying it is his cock and he knows what is happening to it. At which point I usually wriggle back into his arms, take his dick in my hand and give it a gentle little hold, whilst reminding him of my motto….
“Never hurt the cockie”
I can’t remember the first time I said it to him but it was certainly very early on in our relationship and probably as a result of one or other of us reading something or seeing something about some sort of CBT. He has definitely shown me things over the years and said very clearly, “No, no, never ever do this to my dick” and the good thing is, our feelings absolutely match on this topic. As far as I am concerned cocks are for sucking, kissing, fondling, admiring, sniffing (yes a post on this soon) being fucked by and ultimately gifting me as much fabulous jizz as possible. They are not for squeezing, squashing, locking up, pinching, sticking needles in or anything else that might possibly fall under the CBT banner of activities.
Now let me just say, before anyone gets upset with me, that if this is your kink, then hurrah for you. Said it before, will say it again; Your kink is not my kink but you kink is OK. I stand by that statement. It does nothing for me, in fact I would go so far as to say it squicks me out. Even if a partner really wanted me to do it to them I just couldn’t. It would make me feel far to uncomfortable for me to be able to give them what they needed and wanted.
I did on one occasion save Michael from slipping in the shower by grabbing his dick in a fairly firm grasp as his feet threatened to slip out from beneath him. There has always been much dispute about this, but to this day I am adamant that the feel of my hand firmly holding onto his penis really focused his mind on the need to stay on his feet, because the alternative was falling and leaving his crown jewels behind in the safe keeping of my hand. He has a different view on that but all I will say is…. slipping + hand grabbing dick = no longer slipping.
Sinful Sunday challenges
I have been running Sinful Sunday for over 5 years now. The huge variety of images that I have had the pleasure of seeing has been astounding. I comment on every single entry no matter what it is or if it speaks to me sexually or not. Lots of them do tap into one of my many kinks but when it comes to cock and ball torture images they have, over the years, proven to be the most challenging to me. That is not to say that many of them have not been amazing images. I have even picked some of them for the round-up because, a damn good photo is still a damn good photo whether it turns me on or not.
I thank all those folks who have ever shared such an image and I encourage those who would like to, because what I love about Sinful Sunday is that it really has become a wonderfully diverse and yet hugely accepting community. Sometimes those images have been difficult for me but I am glad of that.They have helped me to learn and explore my own limits and desires whilst getting to see into other people’s kinks in a way that I believe has enhanced me as a person.
CBT is definitely a hard limit for me and as I am sure you can tell from this post it is for Michael too. There have, over the course of our relationship, been activities and kinks that we were both unsure about. For example, needle play, that originally started off on the hard limit list but has most definitely been upgraded to the ‘yes’ list for both of us. There are others that might, over time, be subject to change but I am fairly confident that cock and ball torture is never going to be one of them. Some things you just know.
I have never been shy about my love of cock but my desire for this fantastic piece of maleness does not include doing mean things to it…. far from it in fact.