“Yeah? Well, I knew damn well that behind your little happy homemaker exterior, you were this wild animal just waiting to be tamed.” He smirked, and if I wasn’t half-naked already, I would’ve felt so, considering I could see the clothes I was wearing now hanging on hooks off his lashes as he undressed me with his eyes.
“Uh…actually, I’m just playing around. Came here with my friends,” I said.
“And this is okay with the husband?” He pressed really close to me and my mouth went dry.
“Um…we’re not together anymore,” I replied flatly.
The bartender came over and asked us if we needed anything, just as my handyman was saying something, which I was almost sure was, “That’s good to hear.”
“What?” I asked after he had dismissed the bartender.
“Follow me.” He walked off.
“Wait a minute. Where are you going?” Two-hundred-plus pounds of mass turned around and responded with a look that made it clear I was doomed if I went with him. “I’ve…my friends. I’ve gotta tell my friends.”
His dark brows became a V of unspoken impatience. I thought it in my best interest not to keep him waiting with my own little personal practices of respect for friends. So I totally ditched them.
As my handyman sauntered out, I followed him…well, actually I followed the thick patch of hair right above the seat of his jeans. Each tendril was perfectly placed, forming a weave that resembled an arrow pointing the way down to the globes beneath. When we reached the sidewalk outside I said, “Where are we going?”
He didn’t respond. He used a set of keys to open the door in between the bar and the next storefront.
I followed him in and up the steps. “You live right above the bar?”
“It’s not as quaint as your perfect little white picket fence, but it’s home,” he said as we entered the apartment.
And it was home. Nothing freaky. A small living space with a sofa bed and a kitchen area only feet away. Neat, clean, and cozy. Nothing to make me feel threatened, only typical living necessities—remote control, coasters, some nudie mags, and a box of condoms on the coffee table—to make me feel at ease.
“Nice place,” I said as he threw his keys on the kitchen counter.
I didn’t get to look around much. He was hovering over me, inches away, practically suffocating me with his chest once again. I tried to back up a little, but the now closed door got in my way. His arms were around me, his large hands on the back of my head and easily directing my mouth to target one of his huge nipples. He didn’t force my mouth on it. He just left it there, touching, poking at my lips. All sense of reason was gone for me. I didn’t bother to argue with him. I took in his swelling knob and sucked it, feeling each and every hair sweep across my tongue. I savored the softness of his nipple in my mouth and drew it in deeper until my lips struck hard pec, then I sank my teeth into that. He breathed out a bit and stroked the back of my head with one hand. The other grabbed my vest by the collar and pulled it off in one swift tug. It dropped to the floor as I switched to the other nipple. I had to make sure not to leave that vest behind. Leather costs money, and my friend would be pissed if I lost it.
I wrapped my arms around my handyman and pulled him in, but his arms blocked the meeting of our torsos. Now my own nipples were being circled, becoming buttons for him to play with…his fingers squeezing…and tugging. My upper body instinctively tried to pull away from the danger. I wanted to scream on the one hand, wanted to cum on the other hand, apparent by the actions of my groin, which began to rotate of its own accord. I sank my teeth harder around his pec, feeling his nipple morphing into something new as it was suckled beyond its expectations. My nipples knew what it was going through. Despite the excruciating discomfort, they were able to detect an incredible sensation that struck my every nerve—positively. Part of me (my nipples) wanted to tell him to stop, but another part of me (my cock) insisted they could take it.
Just when I thought that my brain was going to fry trying to decide if it preferred the pleasure or the pain of the tit torture, he separated from me, still holding me by the back of my head. Then I was being smothered by armpit. I could smell his fresh musk—the release of sweat in each strand of hair. He obviously hadn’t used deodorant before coming down to the bar; it was pure, natural, unscathed man pit. I lapped up that delicious man flavor, munched on the muscles surrounding his deep pit, and ran the surface of my tongue along the smooth, taut skin that stretched across his cavern.
“You little fucking whore. You made me wait so long for this. All those times you’d sit all innocently talking to me when I was on a coffee or lunch break. I wanted to rip you apart right there and you fuckin’ knew it. Look what you do to me.” He gripped my hair like a handle and pointed my head down to his crotch. Exploding like a shining star around the head of his bulge was a dark, wet stain of precum. He brought my head down to it; it was so degrading being led around like an animal. I placed my mouth over the spot on his jeans and slurped on it. The moist coarseness of the material and the hot object beneath it made me literally foam at the mouth.
He threw back his head for a minute as my lips ravished his cockhead. That was about the only sign that I was actually doing something right. He was so calm and collected compared to me—a quivering mess. The controlled, rhythmic, quiet inhalation and exhalation of air from his nose and mouth was incredibly erotic to me. He pulled me back up onto my feet and slammed his mouth onto mine. His tongue crawled along the roof of my mouth as his shadowy whiskers stabbed at the area surrounding my lips. I was sure I was going to pass out from the realization of a long-dormant fantasy.
Then he led me—still by the hair—over to the coffee table. “Get down. All fours. I want your head under the table.”
I did as I was told because he physically told me. Once he’d shoved me down there he went to the other side of the table in front of me. He placed one of my hands against the table leg and whipped a leather string out from under the sofa bed. He wound it around my wrist.
“I’m not really comfortable with this,” I croaked as I landed on my elbow, a bit of panic setting in. I reached with my free hand to untie the cord.
He grabbed me under the chin and placed a shockingly passionate kiss there. When he pulled away, I almost detected in his threatening eyes that familiar friendly handyman’s gleam that I knew so well. He grabbed my other hand and pulled it to the other table leg. I couldn’t fight him if I tried…and I did try, slightly, for the fun of it.
“Don’t worry. I need you around. You pay me some big bucks. You’ll leave here in one piece and able to walk. But sitting might be a problem.” He raised the corner of his lip again.
“What are you going to do to me? I don’t do stuff like this.” I realized there was still a fear in the pit of my stomach, but it was an exhilarating concern that seemed to speed up my heartbeat and pump the blood to my dick in double time. I was throbbing painfully down there and felt my own puddle of precum becoming a small reservoir.
He came at me with a blindfold. I tried to duck my head out of the way but I was no match for him.
“No! I don’t like this!” I stammered as the world went black and my chest pounded. “Let me go.”
“Shhhhh.”
There was a kiss again, more unexpected because I couldn’t see it coming.
“Take it off, or I’ll scream,” I said, thinking that I sounded so “girly,” and also thinking that it might have been a bad thing to say, because now he might gag me as well.
“No one’s going to hear you. The music downstairs is too loud.” His taunting tone didn’t even attempt to put me at ease. “Besides, you should save your voice for all the begging and pleading you’re going to do.”
“Come on. Just let me go.” I tried to sound calm. “We can have a good time. I want to see you because you’re so delicious to look at.”
“The reasoning approach. Nice try. You think I didn’t notice all the times you watched my every move wh
en I was putting up shelves or moving furniture around for you? You acting like you’re the supervisor, like you’re the boss of me.”
“No…I never meant it that way—” I began, but then there was a loud crack as something came down on the right cheek of my raised ass. “Ow! Fuck! What are you doing?”
I was answered with an equally stinging whack on my left cheek.
“Did I say you could talk?”
“I just—” I began, and then caught on quick and let out only a wince when contact was made again on an already hot piece of flesh.
“That’s right. It’s time for some payback. We need to teach you a lesson. You wanna play the little tease?”
There was a tugging at the waist of my jeans, a bit of a struggle, and then a clean tearing sound. I felt the tightness of my jeans give then my left leg was completely exposed. More tugging and tearing and my right leg was free…and with one yank, the material that had hidden my jewels was gone. I didn’t want to contemplate what sharp object he had used to rip the tough denim material to shreds that way.
I was well aware of how much I was blushing. I had gone commando due to the bad influence of my friends. Now I was paying with embarrassment. I felt cool air creep over my cock and balls as they dangled between my legs, and seep into the heated crack of my ass as my hole peeked out for a look. I heard a “whoosh” come from my captor’s mouth and then his knees nudged my feet apart farther as he dropped down between them.
His hands kneaded the meaty mounds at the top of my ass. Soon he was putting a firm pressure on them, grinding into the flesh with his knuckles. My ass began wiggling of its own accord…squirming may be a better way to describe its behavior. I was so at his whim and so enjoying it.
“Uuuuhhhhh!” I gasped as his fingertips brushed lightly down my ass crack, drawing two straight lines on either side of my slit. The tickling of the hairs and sensitive flesh surrounding it caused it to dip inward. I so wanted him to make another pass.
“Beautiful fucking hole,” he said, his fingers now dancing over my scrotum, not pausing or hesitating but moving right on to my dangling balls and then slipping down the shaft of my heavy hanging cock. One finger found the head, circled it, and captured the precum that was streaming from it. He slobbered the juice all over my shaft and slowly stroked it.
I tensed, afraid I was going to shoot my wad prematurely. I was so on the verge I couldn’t stand it.
He seemed to catch on. His hand left my cock and returned to my balls. He laced his fingers into the forest on them and tugged. There were a thousand little intense stabs as each follicle was challenged at its root. They held strong and resisted the strain, carrying my balls back with them. Then they were released and my balls acted like a pendulum between my legs. His fingers nipped at the hair on my perineum and back up my ass valley, which had been so recently treated with delicacy. My slit seemed equally appreciative of the rough play as it had the tenderness.
Then everything stopped.
I waited. I became incredibly aware of my own body…totally naked, completely exposed, crunched under this coffee table, the edge of which was resting on my lower back. My ass was sticking way up in the air with no form of protection, waiting for who knew what. Waiting. It seemed like an eternity. How much time had passed? Ten minutes? Twenty? Forty? An hour? Had he forgotten about me? Fallen asleep? Gone back downstairs? No, I would’ve heard him leave. Was he just standing there looking at my ass, balls, and cock, all completely accessible for him to objectify? Was he filming me and putting me on PervTube? If so, was he filming me from my best angle? Why did I just wait and not say anything? I was almost ready to call to him to ask what was going on.
That’s when a mystery object ran its way up my ass slot. Although my asshole was thrilled at the touch, I feared what it might be. It felt rather large. And dry. I prayed he wasn’t going to stick some obscene inanimate object up inside me without any sort of lube.
The object ran its way up and down my crack and then found my balls. They were pushed gently from side to side, then came to rest on something. It felt like he had put a book under them. Or a plate. He was about to have my balls on a platter. The adrenaline seemed to be swimming inside them. They were swollen with anticipation. But within a second, they felt like one of those balls tied by a rubber band to a small wooden paddle…they were being lightly bounced along a flat surface. I was extremely concerned for their well-being. Any harder a tapping and they’d be screaming in agony. Right now, they were just being harassed enough to be curious as to their fate.
There was an ever so soft pat on my ass cheek. Then my other ass cheek. Then both at the same time. Then the pattern was repeated. And once more, only with a little more pressure. And again. More pressure. And then steadily, in a distinct rhythm, like a metronome keeping time on a piano. With each contact, there was more strength behind the swing, so slight an increase that it would be unrealistic to suddenly yell “ow!” So I took it…and liked it. Heat rushed to the domes of my ass, and I could feel them turning red as they simultaneously raised the temperature on the surface of their attacker.
Steady and continuous: thwack, thwack, Thwack, Thwack, THwack, THwack, THWack, THWack, THWAck, THWAck, THWACk, THWACk. The sound bouncing off the walls.
My buns couldn’t take the assault. Too much stimulation. Overload. Some of the excitement had to be rechanneled. My left leg began shaking uncontrollably as the intensity grew. The entire coffee table was vibrating along with it. My ass was on fire…my throat was letting out a long, continuous, “Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Then nothing. Silence. I inhaled some air. My head was spinning. The darkness behind my lids was filled with colored spots of light.
THWACK!
The room echoed at the sound, precum poured from my piss hole, my ass must have gotten far redder, and I did scream…
…and then I heard it. A quiet, short giggle, almost boyish. He was enjoying this, enjoying making me melt…enjoying bringing me a sick sort of joy—making me give in to something I had so long denied.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The friction was like lava between the surface of the paddle and my ass. My bark was more controlled this time. Now the pounding was more evenly spaced and less frequent, but HARD. At the tops of my cheeks. Near the bottom. Dead center. Left cheek. Right cheek. My entire bottom was scorched. Behind the blackness of my blindfold, I envisioned the paddle gripped firmly in his bulging arms, perhaps a bit of sweat dripping down his stony features as he inflicted the punishment. All the times I had smiled so coyly at him, egging him on, testing to see if he would want me if he could have me. I was a cock tease. I deserved this.
“I deserve it!” I yapped, appalled at my own admission. “Teach me a lesson!”
“That’s right, my little bitch whore. This’ll keep you in line.”
That was the last thing he said. He administered my punishment until I was sure my butt was about to begin bruising. I wondered what it looked like right now. I was guaranteed to have nasty welts tomorrow. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be treated this way…as if I had a choice in the matter. Okay. I could’ve stopped it sooner. But I didn’t know it was going to come to this…really. We hadn’t even agreed on a safe word!
The paddling stopped at last. I needed relief. It burned. Burned so bad. It was beyond me how someone could enjoy making another person feel such pain…and how he could do it so well. I became momentarily restless. I unconsciously tugged at my bonds. I needed to squelch the fire on my ass. I heard the sound of a refrigerator behind me. What was he doing?
My nerves jumped, my balls shrank, my nipples sharpened into points, and a shiver ran through every fiber of my body at the freezing-cold temperature of whatever touched my ass next. The contact was soft but the shock to my system was unbearable. This sub-zero object was run smoothly over my flaming bottom, and I could almost hear the steam sizzling off the surface as ice met fire. There was a confusing combination of relief and d
iscomfort from the cold, which caused a burning of its own due to its temperature…my cheeks were quickly going numb. Then my balls…they were hard as stone as the icy object covered every inch of them.
And then he did it. He brought the object between my cheeks. He used one hand to part my cheeks and traveled the outer rim of my fuck path. My asshole became a funnel, sucking away from the arctic object. I squealed.
“That’s right,” he cooed. “This hot hole is begging for it. Look at that baby pucker. Beautiful hungry fucking hole.”
I got an idea of what was about to happen to me, but it wasn’t going to be as soon as I expected. Over the table, he grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back.
“Suck on this,” he commanded, and my mouth opened to a chilly phallus of cherry. I sucked greedily. Popsicle. “That’s right. Make that baby all nice and wet for me.”
The pop was pulled from my mouth, leaving a coating of sweet spittle on my lips. The pop danced across my ass and balls once more. It made my fuck hole pulse again. He was toying with me. I needed to feel it so bad. Finally, he pushed forward. My asshole fought to fend off the icicle that invaded it. The nerve endings in my fuck hole sent chills through my body.
“Waahhhhh!” was all I could manage.
Then it was in me, opening me up, numbing my tunnel while simultaneously making it come alive. Wasting no time, it punctured my sphincter and worked its way up my works. Yet at the same time I felt my intruder shrinking inside me as my hole melted it rapidly.
“That’s right. Eat it all up,” the handyman coaxed. One big arm encircled my entire ass and fingers were wedged between my cheeks to keep them apart while the other hand rapidly drilled away at me. “We got a whole box here for this hungry hole.”
I wondered how many Popsicles came in a box as the nearly diminished ice dildo was removed and another full-sizer was jammed up my ass. My thermal fuck cavern immediately went to work on it. I was groaning, crying out and shaking all over now as my body became one giant erogenous zone. I was also a human Good Humor truck, with my asshole being the door to the ice box containing all the sweet treats on sticks…
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