The IQ Reducer

He thought he had brains. Now he just leaks. I stroke him slow, then stop. He twitches, eyes unfocused, mouth slack. Another denied orgasm and another chunk of that IQ drains down my wrist. I lean in close. "Good stupid boy." The words hit harder than my grip. He pushes into my fist like he can fuck his mind out. I let him grind once, twice, then I squeeze the base and watch his face twist. Every pump empties him further. Thoughts gone, cock left, hard and circumcised and aching for whatever I give or take. I keep him tied so he can't hide the way his big chest heaves or how his brain leaks out in shiny strings. Every edge peels away another layer. Each time I deny him, he gets dumber and wetter and more mine. When he finally comes it won't be clever. It'll be loud, messy, and empty.