I can feel gimpy getting so hard. Harder than I've ever felt. I rub my gloved hands over his cock and feel it growing stiff in my hands, getting harder and harder and harder. I remind him of our proposition: if he cums, he won't have a normal orgasm for six months, and if he doesn't cum, I'll allow him the privilege of normal orgasms. You and I know that logic won't apply here, though. The feeling of my hands around his cock is too intense. He's been teased and denied for too long as of this point, and of course he needs to explode. I do my best to push his orgasm back, ballbusting him again and again and again, each time more viciously in the last in hopes that his orgasm can calm down. Alas, he is too weak, and he cums spontaneously -- only to have me viciously punch his balls again and again right upon explosion. As punishment for his cumming, a little post-orgasm torture. I plug his cock into the Venus 2000 milking machine and suck his cock off until it turns flaccid. He's sensitive and overstimulated, but who cares? Such is the life of a gimp.