Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 15:41:02 +0000 (GMT)
From: cur_ious_66 <cur_ious_66@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Painful Visit

The following is one of my fantasy's, although I would like it to become
reality one day (if any masters are reading this). I guess I don't know the
meaning of the saying "be careful what you wish for"! Feel free to let me
know what you think at cur_ious_66@yahoo.co.uk

I rang the doorbell to let him know that I had arrived. The door was to
have been left off the latch so when I gently pushed it, it opened. I went
in and closed the door. There was a chair and table in the hallway. A
blindfold and some instructions lay on the table.

Following the instructions, I stripped off and placed my clothes on the
chair. I put the blindfold on and stood in the middle of the hallway. This
was my first time in this sort of situation and I was shaking like a leaf.

I heard someone come into the hall and, taking my hand, he led me through
another room, up some stairs, into another room and then we stopped. I was
turned around and gently pushed back. The back of my legs touched a bed and
I instinctively lay down on it. I was pushed and pulled into a spreadeagled
position on the bed. My wrists and ankles were then bound to the four
corners of the bed. Above my own heartbeat I could hear him breathing.

I flinched as his hand touched my balls. As requested, I'd shaved them that
morning. He rolled round one of my balls, then the other, gently squeezing
them in the process. He then lifted my cock away from my body and held it
in his hand. Slowly he massaged it until I was completely hard. My foreskin
still covers the head when I'm hard and he'd been careful not to expose the
head.

He left the room. Everything went quiet. My erection kept subsiding then
growing again at thoughts of the "main event" to come, the reason why I was
here. I was getting more nervous each time I thought about it. To fantasise
is one thing but here I was, stretched out, blindfolded, tied and helpless
in a total strangers house and the fantasy was about to come true.

I could hear some movement downstairs then eventually heard him coming
upstairs and back into the room. I could sense him standing by the bed then
suddenly some stinging nettles were pushed onto my balls, rubbed in then
taken off. It took a few seconds for the pain to kick in but when it did I
yelled out in agony. I had never felt anything like that before. Never did
I envisage that nettles would be that painful. Why did I agree to this? My
whole body started to sweat. He repeated the process. This time he rubbed
them in for longer. I was writhing around and crying out long before he
took them off me.

After a few minutes I had calmed down. He picked up the tip of my cock in
his gloved hand, and held it away from my body. It was then that I realised
how hard I was. My erection actually ached. With the other hand he ran some
nettles up and down the shaft. The stinging sensation was unbearable.  The
most intense pain I've ever felt. He kept pausing for a few seconds,
obviously changing the nettles before resuming the torture. Eventually, he
let go of my cock and left me writhing around in agony, soaked in sweat and
my heart beating the fastest I think it ever had.

After a few minutes he repeated the whole process, concentrating on my
balls first then my cock.  Then he stopped for a while, then started
again. I lost count of the number of times he did this but eventually he
stopped then left the room, leaving me time to calm down.

Things were getting worse now. The initial stinging had gone, but I felt
raw and very itchy, which isn't good when you can't move your arms. I knew
that I'd be itching for days after this.

He'd left me on my own for quite a while and I'd calmed right down (as calm
as I could be) before he re-entered the room. That was the most intense
session I'd ever had (the worst and the best at the same time) so I was
glad the worst was over and I'd soon be untied.

He ran his hands over my cock and balls, squeezing, feeling his handiwork
then began to stroke up and down, massaging my cock. Well, after tha pain
has to come the pleasure. I was rock hard again.

He slowly peeled my foreskin right back to totally expose the head. The
cool air on it was a welcome relief. Picking up the pace, he was Stroking
faster and faster and I was on my way to exploding.

All of a sudden, he stopped stroking, kept my foreskin held back tight and
with the other hand crushed some nettles right into my exposed head. Oh my
god. I really wasn't expecting that and if I hadn't been tied down I would
have been climbing up the wall. The pain was intense, excrutiating. I was
thrashing around and crying out loud. All to no avail.

After a few seconds more he took the nettles away. Then they were back.
This time he squeezed tightly and rubbed them all over the head. As before,
he repeated this process a few times. I was in absolute agony. Then he let
go of my cock completely. After letting me take a few seconds breather, he
used one hand to crush some nettles back into my balls, rubbing them all
over while with the other hand he wrapped some nettles around my shaft and
began stroking again. The nettles kept hitting the exposed head. Faster and
faster he stroked, more and more I was thrashing away until I felt an
orgasm rise up from deep down inside and I erupted. Spurt after spurt came
out and he kept stroking until he'd milked every last drop out of me. Then
he let go, leaving the nettles wrapped round me. My whole cock and balls
were on fire.

After a short while, he removed the nettles then used a towel to clean me
up. He untied my ankles then my wrists and helped me up. Standing there, he
ran the towel all over me, soaking up the sweat. I was then guided back
downstairs to the hallway. I heard him leave the hallway and close a
door. That was the cue for me to remove the blindfold, get dressed and
leave. Taking the blindfold off I looked down. My cock and balls were
swollen, very red, covered in bumps and as itchy as hell.  I couldn't wait
to put a hand down there to give myself a comforting rub. Unfortunately
that wasn't the best move. As soon as I touched my balls it only made the
pain worse. I got dressed (pulling up my underpants was certainly no fun),
opened the door and left, walking down the street like John Wayne.

The whole walk home was agony and I was glad that I could spend the rest of
the weekend at home, naked, so that my cock and balls weren't constantly
being rubbed by underpants.