Jason

Chapter 5

"Now it's time to get YOU off," I said. Jason sure was surprised as I slid myself off his bed and positioned myself between his legs. Hey, I may like shaving and topping, but that doesn't mean I can't like sucking on a smooth cock or set of balls, especially when they're attached to a cute guy like Jason.

I started by sucking Jason's balls into my mouth, then running my tongue over and around them. Jason started moaning in pleasure. I started closing my cheeks on them, putting slight, but noticeable, pressure on them. Jason kept moaning, so I pressed some more. I kept sucking and pressing and running my tongue over and around his balls. I pressed yet harder.

I felt a hand on my forehead. "Please, Sir," Jason said. "That hurts. I'm not used to that much pressure." I opened my own mouth, which let up the pressure. "Learn to," I snarled. I closed my mouth again, and started pressing down with my cheeks. After all, how much pressure can you cause just sucking and pressing with your mouth-unless you start using your teeth, which I didn't? Incidentally, by the end of Jason's stay he was taking it, and begging for more. That night he was begging, but for less. Too bad. I like sucking hard on a set of nuts (or easy, sometimes. That night I was in a hard mood).

Jason moaned. I reached up, and felt a leaking cock. A VERY leaking cock. I cupped my palm over the head and started rubbing my hand in circles. I felt Jason twitching. Then moaning. The I felt his hand again, this time on my wrist. "Please, Sir. I'm REAL sensitive there, especially when I'm leaking."

"How about AFTER you cum? Are you sensitive then?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," I'm even more sensitive AFTER I come," Jason replied.

"Well, then," I reasoned. "I SHOULD tie your hands again behind your back. That way I can rub as much as I want. Since you're super sensitive, you should cum. Once you come I can keep on playing to my heart's content. If you start screaming, I can always gag you." After a pause I added, "Or you can shut up now, and put your hands under your ass, and let me play with your nuts and cock the way I want, and I'll make it really good for you."

"I'll behave, Sir," Jason said. He slipped his hands under his ass and even pushed his hips upward, inviting me to chow down again on his cock or balls.

Which I did.

I sucked Jason's cock down to the root. I pressed my nose against his smooth belly-I love that feel. I pulled my lips back, pressing my teeth against his shaft, and slowly pulled my head back. My teeth scraped along his cock. I kept scraping as I reached the sensitive glans, then let my tongue poke around his piss slit and head. Jason, all the while, was writhing and moaning and was like putty in my hands.

I reached beneath my chin and took hold of Jason's balls. I massaged them with my fingers and I continued sucking his cock in and out, alternating between teeth only and my sensuous lips. I tasted his pre-cum as I had my fun. I love pre-cum fresh from a cute guy's cock.

"I'm getting close," Jason commented after a bit. Rather than slow down-it was getting late-or speeding up-guys cum more when you work it out of them slowly and steadily rather than with a quick suck, at least that's been MY experience-I just kept at it. I also worked my tongue around the head more-Jason squirmed beneath me as his head had become REALLY sensitive. I also kept working on his balls, squeezing them oh so slightly, tugging them, running my fingers over the sensitive shaved skin.

Jason's breath changed, and I felt his balls pulling in. He was, I could tell, on the verge of cumming. I sucked just a tad harder. I ran my tongue just once more over the head of his cock.

And Jason came. God did he cum. Five, six times he spasmed, and thrust his hips upward, and spew his juice down my throat (far be it for ME to complain, I like fresh cum from a cute guy's cock even more than I like fresh pre-cum!) I swallowed, spilling nary a drop-I've had practice and am good at giving a neat blow job, if I do say so myself.

At last Jason's writhing subsided, his balls empty, at least for now. Jason's cock remained hard, though. Just for fun I started rubbing the tip, using the last drops of his cum for lubricant. Jason hadn't lied-he was VERY sensitive after he came. His knees jerked up, just missing my chin and he bent forward reflexively to protect his organ. And his arms came out from under his ass, trying to push me away Now THAT would never do.

I quickly got up and rolled onto his hips, pinning his knees beneath me. Blocking his hands with one arm as best I could, I got a hand back on his cock and kept rubbing. It was still sensitive, but not quite as much. Darn! "Next time, you're getting tied up," I growled. "And for every minute it takes you to cum, I'll spend a minute AFTER you cum working over your cock. Maybe THAT will teach you to behave!"

Incidentally, the next time-a Friday night, so I could take as long as I wanted since we could sleep in the next day, Jason took almost thirty minutes to cum, as I made love to his cock and balls and tits (all of which were smooth-he'd followed my orders to keep them that way). Boy was he writhing and screaming in his bondage (well, until I shoved the ball gag into his mouth, then he was only writhing) as I worked on his sensitive cock and balls for yet another half hour AFTER he came. Jason came again, by the way, as much to get me to stop-it didn't-as in pleasure. And the next day he complained about how sore his cock and balls were (I made him take down his pants and underwear, and rubbed his cock and balls, and asshole, while I was at it, with a coating of Ben Gay, saying, "NOW you have something to complain about. Now do up your jeans, we-re late for breakfast." Jason spent a mighty uncomfortable couple of hours squirming as we sat with friends of mine at a restaurant. At least he knew better than to complain again! And the next time I worked over his cock and balls after he came, and they were sore the next day, Jason sure was clever enough not to say anything! Maybe I'll tell the juicy details some day. Boy, BIG digression!)

Well, since the fun had gone out of Jason's cock-he'd cum once and it was no longer super sensitive to be worth torturing him with, I decided to call it a night. I did this by standing up, then telling him to stand up and at ease.

Jason stood there facing me. I almost got hard again looking at this smooth young stud, but I guess my cock had decided we were done for the evening. My cock stayed soft as I told Jason the rules: "From now on, you're staying smooth. Your cock, balls, pubes, chest, underarms, and ass are to be shaved every couple of days, more often if you think they need it. They're to be shaved every Friday, since we'll be playing a lot on weekends. God help you if I find any hairs on you where they don't belong. Understand?"

Jason bowed his head and said, "Yes, Sir." I thought I saw his cock stirring as he took my orders.

"And you're to clean up the toys and put them away after we play with anything."

"Yes, Sir," Jason said.

"For now, you can stay clothed in the house," I said, "We have too many nosy neighbors. But you'll strip when I say 'Strip.' Or I WILL take away all of your clothes. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

I gave Jason additional rules-I hate cleaning the bathroom, for example, and as long as I had a boy I figured I may as well use him. I DID take care of Jason, though, I bought him more dinners and drinks when we went out than he paid for mine. But he paid, also-he certainly gave me more blow jobs than I gave him, and I certainly fucked him more than he fucked me, since I fucked him just about every time we had sex-every couple of days-and he NEVER fucked me.

Finally I couldn't think of any more commands and said, "That's it for tonight. You'll get more orders tomorrow, or when I think of guidance you need. You're a mess, and the least I can do while you're living here is to give you a little control."

"Thank you, Sir," Jason said. He was smiling, maybe even smirking, but I let it slide. He DID learn to do most things right, although I think he LIKED my spanking him and occasionally fucked up on purpose when he knew that spanking would be his punishment.

I bade Jason a good night, after admonishing him to put the ropes away downstairs, and to take a quick shower to clean off the lube. I also told him what time to wake me, after starting the coffee so it would be ready when I got out of the shower. With that I left him for my room and a good night's sleep.

The next morning Jason woke me-my coffee was ready, and strong, just the way I like it. We ate breakfast together. I made sure we were ready to leave for work a few minutes early, I had a surprise in store for Jason.

Jason had picked up his briefcase when I said to him, "Put it down." He did. "Since I'm a nice guy," I said-Jason winced at that, he knew whatever followed would probably NOT be so nice, at least for him-"I'm giving you a choice."

"Take off your coat," I ordered. Jason did. "Now undo your belt and take down your pants." Jason pulled down his pants. He was wearing bright blue bikini briefs. He looked hot, I must admit. "Now pull down the briefs." Jason did. Surprise, surprise, his crotch was still hairless.

I turned to the table near the door and picked up a somewhat strange-looking device. It was the chastity device I'd mentioned earlier: The thing included a variety of metal tubes and rings and spikes and such, and of course rings that could be locked together. "I can put THIS on you," I said. "That way you won't even THINK about getting hard until I let you." I handed it to him and said, "Hold this."

Jason took it, and started trying to figure out how it worked. In the meantime I picked up something else from the table, and turned around to face him. "Or I can put this IN you," I said. I showed him a rather sizable butt plug. Not Jeff Stryker-sized, mind you, but larger enough that your average bottom wouldn't want to have it up his asshole for very long. Certainly not eight hours of sitting around in an office. "One more thing," I added, "If you need to shit, you'll have to come find me to get permission to take it out. I know I have meetings from eleven o'clock on, so you'd better have to go soon if you decide you want the butt plug." I handed it to him and he handed me back the chastity device.

Jason held the butt plug in his hand. His hand could not encircle it at its widest point. I looked at him and said, "I'm waiting. Tell me which one you want me to use. Just consider it more of your training."

Jason handed me the chastity device and set the butt plug back on the table.

"Please, Sir. Use this on me, so I won't get careless and hard without your permission." I knew he'd make that choice; I purposely chose an oversized butt plug. I was curious to see what he'd look like in it. It WAS designed to be worn under clothing, so he should stick out TOO much.

The first part of getting Jason into the device was to slip his cock into the large tube. There were a couple of wing nuts, which I loosened; they allowed the tube to sort of split open lengthwise-not quite hinged, but with the same effect. Jason's cock slipped in. 'The tube fit snugly behind the glans. After I fastened the wing nuts, I bent the tube, which was really two pieces, and fastened the glans end to a ring. THAT ring fit over Jason's balls. I managed to squeeze each of his testicles while putting the ring on. Jason knew better than to say anything. He DID wince.

I soon fastened the various other wires and rings. Jason's cock was now snugly held against his balls, in a tube, with a ring of points nearby, aimed just where his cock would grow to if he started getting hard. In any event, the tube was barely large enough for his cock when it was soft; he be in real trouble if he got hard. The final step was to fit a couple of wires through small circles of metal welded onto the various rings and the penis tube. The wires went between his legs, and around his waist, sort of like a jock strap only made of thin, high tensile strength steel. Two small locks kept everything secure.

Jason waited patiently as I fastened everything on him. Actually, it took longer to tell you about it than it did to put it on him. I asked him, "Is it uncomfortable?" Jason replied that it wasn't, so I told him, "Pull up your briefs and pants, and lets get going. You can shit in that, and piss, and even run at lunch time. Of course you'll have to leave it on when you change. And you WILL shower. If I find out you didn't run, I'll make you wear this AND the butt plug every day this week. And I'll smell you if you don't shower. God help you then."

As we started out the door to the car, Jason asked, "How long will I have to wear this, Sir?"

I showed him an envelope I was slipping into the mailbox. "At least until this come back in the mail," I said, smiling. "It has the only set of keys in it. And in case you're wondering, it's going to a friend in Miami. HE has to open it and stick the real envelope with the keys in it back in the mail. So it could be a few days." Grinning again, I let go of the envelope. We could hear it sliding down the mail chute. Actually, I'd lied. The envelope had only ONE set of keys. The other set was in my pocket-you should ALWAYS have a set of keys to ANY locking device you put on your boy-handcuffs, locking ball ring, collar, chastity device.

Turning to Jason I said, "But you shouldn't mind." I squeezed his ass. "I can still fuck you." I tweaked one of his tits. "And I can still get to these." As I got into the car I squeezed my own crotch. "And you can still give me blow jobs whenever I tell you to. So you SHOULD be a very happy boy."

Jason grinned, sort of, and said, "Thanks you, Sir. Yes, I'll be a very happy boy."