Steve cried out aloud, pain and pleasure all mixed up as his balls clenched tight again when Aunt Brenda slid her fingers across his prostate.  His cock spasmed, so weak after all the orgasms she had forced him to have that his cum just leaked out, no force behind it all.  He gasped and moaned into the bench beneath him, barely able to catch his breath, listening to the sound of Aunt Brenda’s nails tapping against the glass cup she had underneath him to catch all of his sperm.  “It’s almost full, dear. A few more cock milking sessions and I’m sure you’ll be done!”, she said.  “I told you that I would make you come more than you ever had, and I’m going to do that…even when you’re finally begging me to stop.” She had said that, but he hadn’t realized this is what she meant! She had told him that he could take his chastity cage off today, and keep it off… if he manage not to say a word while she made him come. He didn’t give it a thought and agreed, smirking and one hundred percent positive there wasn’t any trick she knew that could make him say anything, not thinking to ask her for how long she was going to make him come or for how many times.  She tied him to a bench after taking off the cage and now multiple orgasms in he really was close to begging her to stop touching him […]