This story is the sole property of the author, Tristain Ethan. Reproduction of the story without written consent is prohibited. The story contains bondage and sexual encounters between men. While the event depicted is of domination, permission and requests for rough ball torture and busting were given before the encounter took place. The bustee is an anal virgin, and only a top, but expressed interest in having this status threatened. This story was written by request. All comments can be directed to the author, Tristain Ethan, at Tristain2183@gmail.com
You have finally decided to meet me, but in public, so I suggest a quick run around the lake. Half way around, you ask me back to yours. We are only in running shorts and sleeveless shirts and as we pass an old couple feeding ducks, you whisper, "I'm not wearing underwear". I look down and watch your cock bounce back and forth behind that flimsy fabric as we run for the next minute and quickly agree to go back with you.
As you are opening your front door, your neighbor says hello. As so as he turns and walks away I yank your shorts down right on your front porch. Exposed, you look panic-stricken. You bend down to grab your shorts and I quickly snap your nuts from behind. You never manage to pull the shorts up, you just sort of fold into your front door and end up with both hands between your legs clutching your nuts and kneeling face down with your back to me. I come in, shut the door, and slap your ass which makes you jump enough that I can slip my hand between your legs and grab your boys. "Get up pup." Your hands are pulling at my writs; still you comply with shaky legs. "Get your hands in the air". Your shorts are still at your ankles so I kick them off one at a time and turn you around switching my grip on your most sensitive parts. I pull your shirt up over your head and just as it covers your eyes I let go of your nuts only to replace my grip with the impact of a quick knee.
You are on the floor again. "This is what you wanted right? You invited a complete stranger back to your place; you must have wanted to be my bitch yeah?" "Spread your legs." You whimper and reply your first words since the neighbor. "Please, one minute." "Obey me!" You can hear the steel in my voice, but you still waver. "I'm leaving". As I turn to the door, your legs open so fast that you gasp with the quick stretch of your groin. "So you do want this then. Good boy. Get up on your knees puppy". I turn back and place my foot on the floor between your legs. "Take off my shorts and jock with your teeth boy, but do not touch my dick." You submit. Your breath ragged, I can see the concentration in your eyes. Careful not to make contact, you pull the waist band of my shorts and jock over my cock and down in one go. Puppy knows how to play. I pull them off my legs, and rip my shirt over my head. I step forward, my nuts resting under your nose. "Put your hands on your head, and lick my nuts boy. I want them to be clean. I want them to only smell of your spit. You have 2 minutes."
You work faster than you knew possible: quick, but carful. When the time is up I reply, "Good boy, but I can still smell me." My foot lifted so fast into your nuts you did not even know it moved until you were on your side wetting the carpet with your drool. I only give you a few seconds to register your existence before I am ordering you to crawl to your room. "I want your knees wide when you crawl pup. You show me what's mine: your cock, your balls, and your ass." It's an awkward slow crawl, but you take the wide stance and the view has my cock leaking.
When we get to the bedroom I order you up on the bed. The long crawl has given you time to recover and I can tell you are starting to feel a bit better. I cannot have this. Before we agreed to meet you told me you were a virgin and only a Top. As you crawl onto the bed I slide my hands down your back and caress the globes on either side of your hole. You moan your displeasure, "That is my one rule. You cannot fuck me." "You just showed me all that was mine, remember? I specifically recall saying your cock, your balls, and your ass are mine. I'll do as I please." "No, I won't budge on this. You cannot have my ass." With lightning speed I grab your cock and balls in one hand and crush my grip down on them. You howl in your pain and your head rears back like an imaginary hand has just ripped you up by your hair. Just as the tears start to track down your face I let go, only to deliver a quick jab that sends you into orbit.
When you enter back in the atmo you realize you are tied to your bed, doggy style. You only come back, because I am slapping your balls with a wooden spoon I found in your kitchen. Thwak, thwak, thwak. It is too much for you and you are begging me to stop. I pause and ask, "what is mine little puppy?" You do not hesitate, "my cock, my balls, and my ass." You feel the cool air on your upturned, exposed hole and your guts churn. You are completely wide-open and helpless. "I'll give you one chance to save your hole boy, you suck me, take me deep, and then make me cum within one minute of when I tell you to, and you can keep this cock out of your ass for the day. To be fair, before we start I will let you get me horned up first. You can lick my cock and get it worked up and slick first." You begin licking franticly. While you were passed out I found your lube and show for dramatic effect. You lick with fervor, with purpose. You lick for the sake of your hole.
"Begin sucking me boy." It's honestly one of the most earnest blowjobs of my life. I know you mean every stroke. Every tongue flick is with determination and you moan to add vibration. I reach under your chest and give your rock hard cock a few strokes. I know you love this. "Don't bite me, and don't quit sucking." It's all the warning you get as I give your balls a more than friendly squeeze. Your teeth come down and grip my cock, but do not compress. It's not good enough for me. "I said don't bite." As punishment, I lube the handle of that wooden spoon, and as you suck me, I slide it up your unwilling ass. It's not even a pinky finger thick, but you don't want it replaced with my cock, so you double your already exuberant efforts.
As soon as it is in I say, "You have one minute." You moan and moan licking and flicking. I reach under and squeeze your nuts again and you go wild thrashing on my cock. Time is running out; I begin to count down 9, 8, 7. You know your ass is mine and tears begin to pour down your face. I squeeze harder. Your moan is now a scream. 6, 5, 4. Your doom is sealed and you start to break down, I can feel your body shaking from the silent sobs. It is this release of your will that sets me off. 3, 2, you taste the first spurt, and my seed brings you back to life. You renew your vigor and slurp on my dick once more. I am squeezing so hard, but you do not even feel it. You are guzzling now, bathing your mouth in my cum. You are worshiping my dick, your ticket to anal salvation, and your salivation becomes too much for you to swallow. You are frothing at the mouth, my jism running down your neck and between your pecs. You cum. Your body is too weak to throw us a fire work show. No, as you continue to service me your juice just slides out of your cock and pours down your shaft, over your nuts and my squeezing hand, and on to your sheets below. I pull my cock out of your mouth and you breathe like you have been denied air for the last 3 minutes. Your gasps and sobs wrack your body, but as I pull the spoon out of your abused ass, your cock shoots off 2 more shots. You've loved this. My demeanor changes; I rim you, just to make sure your ass is not in pain. I suckle your nuts and lick the cum from my hand, your crotch, and your thighs. I release your restraints and roll you onto your back. I crawl up between your legs and transfer your seed into your mouth, sharing a slow, passionate, rolling kiss. I get up and walk out. At the door I turn, "Call me when you want to go running again."
-Tristain Ethan