What follows is pornographic.... Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored.
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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk.
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remove his leash and point to the toy chest. "Pick your pleasures," I tell him quietly. He lifts the lid and stares for a moment. Then he sinks down onto one knee to inspect more closely. I study his naked body from behind. His balls dangle between his legs, his thigh muscles gathered into thick ropes. He pokes around in the chest for a long time. He seems to be thoughtfully considering everything there. Fifteen minutes later, he stands up, walks back to me, locks my eyes with his, and hands me a bunch of clothes pins all clipped to one another, and string of 5 balls graduating in size. I nod and say "Now, my turn." I return and hand him a bottle of poppers and a rope. "Any complaints?" I ask, my voice almost a whisper. He silently takes a moment to think and then slowly shakes his head no.
Inside, the room is very quiet. I can hear his breathing; outside, it is beginning to rain. There is a skylight in the room; painted black so no light can enter. The sound of the rain hitting it sends a quick shiver through him.
He quietly walks to the table, looks over his shoulder at me to see if I approve, and sits on the edge his knees wide apart displaying his cock. He makes me think of being at the doctor's office waiting for an exam. As I approach him, he slides farther onto the table lays back and draws his knees up and apart making everything between his legs and cheeks available to me. He puts his arms over his head.
He doesn't need to say, "use me," it couldn't be more obvious.
The idea of burying my cock up his ass and fucking him hard till same time tomorrow night makes me shiver. "I will not fuck him, I will not fuck", I promise myself. He's been fucked before. He's not here to get fucked. He's not with me to get fucked. He has chosen his game for now, and I will play it with him ...beyond his expectations.
His head is turned towards me, those eyes constantly surveying my body, coming to rest on a nipple, lingering there and then moving on someplace else, a bicep, my navel, my cock. "Look at my cock Jake," I think, "look at it. You make my sexual adreneline surge Jake. You want a little tantilizing Jake?". I take a simple leather cock ring and lifting up all my equipment, I wrap it around under my balls over my cock and snap it closed.
The little performance was not without effect. His cock swells a bit then lazes over to the other side of his balls. I realize I am studying Jake's body the same way he is studying mine; decomposing it, looking at every tiny aspect separately then looking at the whole again with renewed appreciation.
Now he watches my hands lube the string of balls. I do it slowly, lasciviously, with my eyes on his eyes. His alternate their glance from my hands back to my eyes, lock there for a moment and then look again at my hands as I slowly pull one ball after another through my greasy fist resisting and then relaxing to let a ball slide out.
I walk around the table, to end where his head is. I dangle them over his face. Lowering it until the largest one touches his lips. Jake demures; he refuses the cue. Two seconds later, I've grabbed him by the jaw and am squeezing with all my might, forcing his jaw open. I shove the big ball into his mouth.
"There are four more of these Jake," I growl, I could ram them all down your throat right now. Do you want that? Do you want it now Jake? Remember how you gagged on my dick? You haven't begun to gag!" My face is inches from his. "Get up! Bend over! Shove all of them up your ass! If you'd rather something else, you can put on your clothes and go home... decide!"
The hesitation was long enough to make my heart stop. Did he ever intend to leave? Who has who's number here. Does he want me to be rougher? Has he been here already, do I bore him?
Jake sits up. The string with the four balls hangs out of his mouth. With that maddening impassive look on his face he hands me the end of the string.
As I pull, he opens his mouth and releases the ball along with gobs of spit.
He bows his head and says, "Sir, I do not want to go home. "
"Jake, a while ago you pulled this string of balls out of the chest. There was no stipulation as to how it was to be used. Likewise, I pulled this rope out of the chest, no stipulation. At the moment I would have prefered to have chosen a tawse, but I will make the best of what I have. If you want to stay, you will work each of the five balls up your ass. After each one goes in you will receive 10 strokes with the rope. If I am not happy with your manner, I will yank them out of you and you will begin again. Do you still want to stay?"
Still with head bent forward, Jake quietly answers me, "Yes Sir, please"
The first ball was the biggest, truth to tell I don't know how I managed to get it into his mouth. He squats, bent over, legs spread, his chest on the table, the muscles of his buttocks and thighs straining in the position. His hands working desparately to find the leverage to push it in. First one hand between his legs, the other reaching around behind him. His own balls are always in the way. Then both hand around behind. Finally he lifted one leg up onto the table which spreads him wide. I watch his hole trying to relax and open, his fingers trying to find some purchase on the slippery ball. Then in a very clever move, he grabs the next smallest ball on the chain and used it to apply pressure to the first. Now he had some leverage but his hole resists, involuntary muscle contractions squeeze the ball back out. He stops. He is panting. He takes a deep breath. Using all of his concentration he controls himself. I watch his hole slowly open around the ball, spread into a circle gripping the circumference of the ball. As the ball passes one centimeter past the halfway point Jake's asshole swallows it. The only thing left visible is a string hanging out of him.
"Sir?"
"Fifty strokes?, " I think, "well, no backing out now."
"Don't move Jake," I tell him, "I want you the way you are now" ONE ... TWO ... (I'd rather fuck him) ... THREE ... ( son of a bitch what happens if I really let loose on your ass) ... FOUR (he knows the safe words, he's used them!) ... FIVE (harder... he wants it harders, doesn't he?) ... SIX, SEVEN ( not a sound out of him) .... EIGHT ( at least I got a rise out of him).... NINE!, TEN!! (The last two hurt, I know it).
Jake's cock is hard. My cock is hard. "One out of five," I announce. Can he see my cock?
He gets up onto the table. He is going to give me a different show this time. He pull his knees up against his nipples, rolls back onto his shoulders, hoists his asshole up and uses the same technique forces the fourth ball up his ass.
This time I don't hesitate. One after the other I give him all ten, really hard. If I don't get a rise out of him I make the next one more wicked. The back of his legs, his buttocks are looking red zebra.
Jake's cock drips precum, my cock drips precum. "Three more to go."
After thirty more, I am again looking into his unemotional face. At least it is dripping sweat. At least if I touch his butt he winces. Yet I am not sure who is controlling whom.
We rest. Listening to skylight, it's raining harder now. "Jake? Do you want to go home?"
"No, Sir."
Familiar eye patterns, I can't fucking believe how his body turns me on. I look for some extraordinary bit, some piece that I can point to that makes me crazy. There is nothing there but the whole him. Including his silent gaze, his spermy, armpit odor.
Fuck man.... This guy is so hot. Fuck man ... Oh fuck...
Jake is strung up. Wrists together, hooked over his head. A spreader between his feet. And lowered into a kind of undignified squat. A piece of string with a loop on the end hanging out of his ass. Five fucking chinese balls crammed up his hole.
"Don't let them out, don't let one ball out Jake or you will be sorry"
I take his left nipple. Roll it gently between thumb and forefinger. Squeeze it hard, and pull it away from him, stretching his skin taunt . I take a pin, squeeze it open and grab all the meat of his nipple in its teeth and let it close. A person has to be balanced. So the same to his right nipple. I've grabbed enough flesh between the teeth that there is no painful pinch... yet grinning to myself, I know the sweet ache he will be feeling shortly.
I tug gently at the string hanging out of him. He still has all his anal powers to squeeze tight and not allow a ball out.
Two times two more pins times two more.
By now, I have learned that Jake feels more that he shows he feels. "Cummon Jake, what does it feel like? " I think. His bouncing cock is my only barometer.
"Remember Jake, let one of those balls slide out and you can go home"
His eyes open wide and look at me... (a reaction for a change) ... I add a pin to the left and to the right.
He tries to keep his face impassive, but I can see the springs of the pins doing their work. The ache added to ache adding up. His arm muscles stretching under his own weight. I hook my toe into the loop of string hanging out of his asshole.
"Don't let one ball out Jake!"
I uncork the poppers, and hold it under his nose. Jake inhales deeply. When I know he is DWI I start to stroke his cock and put some weight onto the string trying to pry a ball out of him. "Don't let loose Jake, " I say as I jerk his cock. "You know that means punishment. Don't let loose man...." I put more weight and try to pull one of the balls out of his hole. As I reach around him from behind to jerk him off, I make a point of jostling all of the pins pinching him. I hold his head and make him take another deep whiff. He is groaning. As I flick the pins off of him he starts to scream... And then I yank four balls out of him.... Fucking pop, pop, pop, pop....
Fucking writhing animal in my arms... screaming, crying out, groaning, sobbing, grinding, shooting ropes of white sperm over us. One big ball left up his ass...
I Want to fuck him to smitherines. He wants to be fucked to smitherines. Or does he? What does he want? ------------------------------------------------
to be continued....
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