Date: Mon, 02 Sep 2002 23:57:17 -0400
From: jxol jxol <hjxol@hotmail.com>
Subject: story-of-a-top-4

What follows is pornographic.... Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is
welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored.

I want to thank all of you who wrote to encourage me. I truly appreciate
your input.  Since I don't really consider myself a writer, I depend reader
feedback to let me know what I write is not fucking boring.

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.
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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?
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to be continued....

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