Mr. Grant had me sit in a wooden kitchen chair, then reached down and tickled my balls through my underwear until I began to get an erection. He traced over the shaft of my dick, circled the head, back down and up. I let out a nervous laugh, smiled at him and he smiled back at me. His finger tip traced lines of pleasure making me begin to leak. My nipples began to harden so I reached up and began to play with them. He grinned at me before he took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands down to my sides.
“How long is this going to be?” I asked.
“As long as I want it to last,” he said.
He took hold of the front of the waist band of my briefs and pulled it out, then down under my balls so that my dick stuck out towards him, wet at the tip. He stuck my hands under the band of my underwear at each hips so that they stuck out the other side, then manipulated them around until I was bound.
“You’re holding your breath,” he said.
I breathed deep, held it, and then exhaled. Made another nervous laugh as he looked up into my eyes. I could see his teeth, his wet tongue. He pushed my knees apart, positioned my ankles back against the legs of the chair, pulled small ropes from his back pocket, then secured them. He leaned close to my dick and for a moment I thought he was going to take it in his mouth but he stopped. He let out a impish laugh before he pulled back and stood up.
“Wait,” I said.
“You don’t get to control this,” he said.
He reached into his other back pocket and pulled out a blindfold, let it hang there for a moment so that I knew what it was before he stepped behind me and used it to cover my eyes. I was blind when he tied it at the back of my head.
“What’s next?” I asked.
That’s when he put something else at my lips. At first I thought it was his fingers but as I opened them, felt the hardness yet give, rubber and round. A gag, I realized. I relaxed, opened my mouth, and he pushed it between my teeth. There was the sound, opening of a cap to a bottle of lubricant, the tip of his finger against my chest right in the middle that ran down, slick and teasing, to my pubes, then both of his hands at my stomach, around to my sides making me laugh a little before going up to my arm pits, back out to my pectorals where he massaged the muscles there for a long time as he worked my nipples into points. It was almost enough to forget about my cock until he took hold of it with one slick hand and began to work it with his fist.
There was little I could do as I felt the bindings on my ankles and my wrists in my own underwear, useless against my thighs. One hand slid over my chest while the other was on my dick and I thought for a moment he was working me to a climax until he let go and that hand down there slipped to my balls where he took a firm hold, pulled them down just enough to distract me.
His fingers moved over me leaving barely a trace of sensation. The gag between my teeth made me salivate, drool ran from my lips down over my chin and to my chest. He tickled and rubbed me in different areas, sometimes predictable and other times not. But when he went back to my dick as if to focus all of his attention on it I got really excited because I thought he would work me to an orgasm. Grunts and moans escaped from my throat. His fingers left me though.
That’s when I heard tearing down there at my underwear as he worked an opening in them to get to my butt. First one probing finger and then something else. It felt long and rigid as it slipped along my flesh to my hole. He pushed the dildo inside of me with consistent pressure until I felt myself give completely, my flesh wrapped around it, gripped at it. I felt open and full at the same time. My dick was the hardest it had ever been and yet it felt nothing, no sensation, nothing to rub against. I moaned some more as I wanted to be able to beg him, plead with him for just a little touch.
His fingers ran along my thighs from the inside out to my knees, then back to my crotch. I desperately wanted him to touch my dick, my balls, but he moved out again, back in, and out again. The saliva on my chest felt cold and foreign to me though I knew where it had come from, my own mouth. I thrashed about against my bindings in an attempt to rub against something with my dick. It felt detached and yet it was the most sensitive part of my body, a blind probe.
I was about to give up when I felt his hands leave my legs but then I felt him there at the bulbous head. I felt his hot breath, the nip of his lips. And then an all consuming, warm and wet surrounding of his mouth. His tongue against the underside of my dick. I felt as if I was leaving my body. It wasn’t the familiar sensation of an orgasm from masturbation. It felt as if some part of me was leaving as I ejaculated. It felt as if I had given something away.
He pulled off me, took my dick in his hands. He milked every last ounce of cum, every sensation until my dick was sensitive and I tried to pull back but he kept after me, his fingers on the sensitive head slipped over its surface, brushed the opening that felt impossible big. He kept at it as I moaned, worked the dildo in me to remind me it was still there. He took hold of my dick, worked it as hard and fast as he could.
I tried to refuse. I tried to wish the pain and pleasure away. He kept at me and in another moment before I knew exactly what was happening I orgasmed again this time it felt as if something had been cut off. One moment of excruciating bliss.
Sweat covered my body and my muscles ached. I wasn’t sure I could stand. He slipped the dildo from me, pulled the gag from my mouth, and kissed me.
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