House sitting

It was during my weekly call with my Mom that she told me she was going on vacation and was wondering if I could house sit for her. She has a new dog and didn’t want to kennel her. My job was flexible and I worked from home, so working from my house or my Mom’s house didn’t matter much. And besides, I haven’t been home in years, and the idea of visiting my old stomping grounds sounded fun.

I flew in on a Tuesday. I got my bags and walked out to the curb, my mom was waiting for me.

“Hi Brad,” she waived at me and I walked over towards her car. I gave her a big hug.

“Hi Mom, thanks for picking me up,” I said.

We climbed into her car and headed out of the airport.

“How was the flight,” she asks?

“It was quick and easy. Security was really fast today. You all ready for your trip” I asked?

“Almost, I will finish packing tonight before going to bed. My flight is early tomorrow morning. Thanks for dog sitting for me. I feel much better knowing someone will be in the house while I am gone,” she said.

Mom flew out the next day and I spent the rest of the day working. Between working and dog walking it was really boring.

By Friday I was ready to relax. I finished work early and I wanted a drink. I decided I would check out the local night life around here.

I drove to the local gay bar, maybe I would get lucky tonight, I smiled to myself. I had heard rumors about this place in high school and I had fantasized about what it was like inside. I was a confused teenager back then, but now I was old enough and knew what I wanted.

Ever since I came out in college, I had wanted to come back and visit this bar. Find out if the rumors were true and if my fantasies were even close.

I parked in the lot of the “Screw Ball” and went in. The place was just like any other bar I had ever been in. Mostly men, but a few women here and there, it wasn’t crowded. It was very anti-climactic. I had always thought this place was going to be more dramatic, special, something. It was just a bar like any other. I guess I didn’t really know what I had expected, but this wasn’t it. Oh well, I still wanted a drink.

I sat at the bar and waited. The bartender came over.

“What can I get for you this evening,” he asked?

“A shot of tequila and a beer. Whatever you have on tap,” I said.

“Comming right up,” he said.

I looked around the room, a pool table in the corner and a small stage for a band. Tables, colored lights and an open doorway to a patio in the back. 

The bartender brought my drinks and I left the tab open. I was still looking around when someone walked over from a table and sat next to me.

“Hi there. You new around here,” they asked? The person looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place them.

“Hi, I'm Brad.” I introduced myself. “I grew up around here, but this is my first time here,” I said. “You look familiar, what’s your name?”

“I’m Tom. You look familiar too. I think we may have been in school together,” he said.

“Ah maybe, Mr Wilson’s math class,” I asked?

“That’s it, you were the nerd in the back of the class,” Tom said.

“Guilty as charged,” I smiled at him.

“So what’s your story, what brings you in here tonight,” Tom asks?

“I’m dog sitting for my Mom. I will be here for a few weeks and figured I would finally check this place out. Never been in here before,” I said.

“You do know this is a gay bar,” Tom said.

“Yea I know,” I smiled. “I heard rumors about this place when I was in school, but I wasn’t out then. After finding myself in college I’ve always wanted to come back and check this place out. See if the rumors were true. So here I am.”

Tom looked me in the eyes and smiled at me. “I don’t know what rumors you heard, but we are all very open here, and very friendly.” He put his hand on my knee, leaned closer and said, “What are you looking for?”

I smiled back and said, “A beer and someone to talk to. After that, who knows.”

“You smoke? Let’s go out in the back and talk,” he said.

I follow Tom outside. There were two tables and a couple chairs. No one else was around, we were alone.

Tom lit a cigarette and asked, “So you came out in college, how did that happen?”

“I met Roger. He was very gay, very open and very kinky. He caught me looking at him, and it was a short trip from there to me living with him. I knew nothing, but he was patient with me and taught me how to have fun,” I said.

Tom sat back and looked at me with a smile on his face. After a few seconds he said, “How kinky?”

“Very kinky,” I said. “Roger was into heavy BDSM, leather, whips, chains, CBT play. I learned all about pleasure and pain play from him. Roger was a good teacher and I was an eager student. It was fun for the next couple years, but it didn’t last. We graduated and Roger moved to California for a graduate program at UCLA. He wanted me to move with him, but that was his future, not mine. I got a job at a tech company in Austin and here I am. What about you?”

“Me,” said Tom? “After high school I went to work here. I started working in construction. When the owner of the company got arrested, I started my own company. I have been pretty successful. I have been gay and kinky since puberty. I think I even had some lustful thoughts about you in Mr Wilson’s class.”

I let that last part sink in for a few seconds then smiled. Maybe dog sitting for my mom wasn’t going to be so boring after all.

I looked Tom in the eyes and leaned forward. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and we kissed long and hard. Tom had his hand on my crotch and was feeling my dick as it was getting hard. After a few minutes of sloppy kissing I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. I then grabbed his crouch and started squeezing. We kept kissing and squeezing each other's crotches.

I broke the kiss and squeezed Tom hard. He closed his eyes and smiled.

In a broken voice he said, you want to come back to my place and continue this? Just then he squeezes me back HARD. I let out a little yelp. Then said, “That sounds fun.”

We kissed again then broke. 

We got up and walked back inside. I said, “I need to close my tab.”

Tom said, “I got it. George, close him out, it's on the house.” Tom looked at me and said, “I bought this place a few years ago.”

The bartender handed me back my credit card and said with a smile, “Have fun you two.”

We walked out of the bar together and I said, “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t the first time you have done this?”

“Owning the bar has its perks,” Tom said. 

15 minutes later we were at Tom’s house, on the couch pulling each other's clothes off.

I reached over and grabbed Tom’s balls and started kissing him. Tom pushed my knees apart and grabbed my balls.

“So how are we going to do this? What are you into,” I ask?

Tom said,”I am a total switch, I can top, bottom or we can take turns.”

“Taking turns sounds fun, I am a total pain pig but I haven’t topped for a while,” I said.

We started kissing again, Tom started to squeeze my balls. I let go of him and just focused on the pain and sensations as he squeezed me.

Finally Tom said, “Come on, let me show you the play room.”

With a little effort I got to my feet as Tom pulled me by my balls down the hall.

Tom opened the door and led me into the large play room. Dark, leather covered furniture, whips and toys on the walls. There was a spanking/fucking bench in the middle of the room.

Tom walks me over to a couch by the wall and let go of my balls. He turned me around to face him and said, “spread your legs, hands behind your back.”

I do as he says. We faced each other for a few seconds then without warning he brought his knee up onto my balls. It knocked the wind out of me. It wasn’t that hard, it just surprised me.

Then Tom says, “Your turn.” He spreads his legs and puts his hands behind his back.

I leaned forward and caressed his nipples, sucking and licking them. After a while I pull him toward me. We are chest to chest. I reach behind him and swat his ass with my hand a few times. He is resting his head on my shoulder. I swat his ass a dozen more times, hard. Then I take a half step back and bring my knee up into his balls. A firm hit.

Tom takes in a deep breath and I grab and hold him tight. I then whisper into his ear, “Your turn.”

Tom straightens up and pushes me to the fucking bench in the middle of the room. He has me bend over, head down. Next, I hear him digging around in the cabinet and pulling some stuff out, but I can’t see what he has.

I feel him running his hand along my back and ass. Very slowly caressing me. He feels my hole and gently rubs my cock and balls. Then I feel him grab my balls and start fastening something around them. He cinches it tight then I hear a snap. It is a leather ball harness with metal snaps. He adjusts it, pulling my scrotum through the harness till it is comfortably behind my balls.

Tom goes back to the wall and when he returns I hear a heavy thunk and klang as he drops some weights behind me.

I feel him adjusting the harnesses again and then my balls are being pulled. He was hanging some weights from them, but it isn’t too bad. I can take it. I try to relax and I shift myself around a little bit. Then I hear a clank and I feel more weight. It is heavy, but manageable. I swing my ass and get the weights swinging.

Then WHACK. I hadn't noticed but Tom had gotten a big leather strap from the wall. He brought it down hard on my ass. The weights on my balls were swinging again, but it was from the force of the strap. Before I could prepare myself, the strap came down again and again. My ass was on fire and I am crying out in pain.

Tom mixes things up, a couple light hits then a hard one. Again and again. This continued for a while with the hard ones getting harder each cycle.

Then he stops and stood next to me. I feel his rock hard cock against my hip. He starts rubbing my sore ass. Then I hear a CLANG and more weights on my balls. It’s too much, I can’t take it. I am straining all my muscles trying to endure. My legs are shaking. Whack. Whack. Whack. Oh god my ass hurts so bad. I am crying out for him to stop. I can’t take it.

He stops again and stands behind me. I feel his dick in my crack, rubbing on my ass hole. I am in agony but I can’t help myself. I want his cock in me so bad. I plead, “fuck me, fuck me, please fuck my ass.”

But he doesn’t, instead I feel him stand back and dig his thumb into my tortured nuts. I can’t take it, I am shaking and screaming for him to stop.

Then it is over. He stands back and says, “Your turn.” He give my ass one more hard smack.

What the fuck, after all that he leaves me hanging? Literally. What a tease. I am a little pissed.

I can’t straighten up. Not with the weights on my balls. I reach down and pull the weights up and off. I disconnect them and let them drop to the floor. Such a release. I can now stand up. I fumble around trying to unsnap the leather harness from my balls. My balls are so sensitive. Then there is a sudden huge spike of pain as the skin and my balls are released and the blood starts flowing. I drop the harness on the floor next to the weights. I slowly rub my sore balls. The pain feels so good. After a minute or so I recover and start looking around again.

Tom is sitting on the couch playing with his cock, just watching me.

Tom’s play room has a lot of toys. Floggers, single tail whips, crops, paddles. A bunch of anal toys, plugs, dildoes, strap ons. A full selection of ropes in different colors, styles and lengths. I was getting ideas…

“You cleaned out inside,” I asked Tom?

“No, but I can be. It will only take a couple of minutes,” said Tom. “You want to join me in the shower,” he asks? With an evil smile on his face. “Wash some of that sweat off?”

“Why not,” I said

I followed him across the hall to the master bedroom. The master bath was large and had a huge walk in shower.

“This place is nice,” I said.

Tom turns on the water and pulls me in with him into the shower.

We started kissing and making out again as the water ran over us. 

After a few minutes Tom pulls an attached enigma nozzle off the wall. He adjusted the water temperature and inserted the nozzle into his back side.

After a minute he takes the nozzle out, washes it with soap and hands it to me. He then heads for the toilet.

I repeated the process, and when I was done with the toilet I rejoined Tom back in the shower. We soap each other up. We would intermix kissing and fondling each other. He was lightly playing with my very sore cock and balls again and I was feeling up his now clean ass hole.

Finally we got out  and toweled each other off. Tom hung the towels up and when he turned back around I grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against the wall.

“You little fucker,” I yelled at him. I was squeezing his throat. I used my most dominant and sadistic voice. “You think it is funny to get someone so worked up and then just leave them hanging like that. Well shit face IT IS MY TURN, and I am going to make you regret what you did,” I said.

I pulled him off the wall by his neck and shoved him towards the door.

We walked back to the play room and I yelled at him, “get on the bench.”

Tom did as I ordered. I took a good long look at the walls, shelves and cabinets. I find what I need. And walk  back to Tom and say, “I don’t want to hear your pathetic cries for mercy. Open wide.”

I pushed a gag that had a small dildo on it, into his mouth. I then pulled the leather strap around the back of his head and fastened it tight. I give the mask a little shove to make sure it was as deep as it could go into his mouth. “Hmmumf,” he tried to say.

I could tell he was choking on the gage. “Too tight.”  I asked? “Well I don’t care. This is going to be the least of your worries in a few minutes,” I said.

I then proceeded to tie his arms and legs down to the bench. He is sitting doggie style on it. This leaves is ass nice and exposed with his nuts hanging below.

I pulled a chair from the wall and placed it behind him. I sit down and grabbed his balls with my left hand. With my right, I make a fist and proceed to punch him in the nuts.

He let out a groan and tensed up his muscles. I hit him again, and again. Each time he would groan and I would hit him again a little harder. My sadistic energy was on high, I really wanted to make him suffer. I really wanted to hurt him.

“God damn it. I haven't beaten a man’s balls this hard in years. I am so fucking turned on right now,” I said.

I delivered blow after blow to his nuts. I let go of his nuts and let them hang free. Now when I punched them they would flop around, swinging wildly. Tom was really bucking hard and screaming into the gag. Finally I pulled back and let loose one last hard one, punching his balls hard into his groin.

I lifted his nuts and looked at them. They were red and a little swollen. I also saw some purple bruising. I let his nuts go and walked around in front of him. I started jerking my shaft. “That was fun, probably not for you, but I don’t fucking care about you, for me that was hot,” I said.

I walked over to the cabinet and looked around for something new. I found it and walked back to Tom. He saw what I had and started trying to plead for me to stop. I walked behind him and put the taser on his nuts. Tom screamed, “Nooooo.”

I smiled and pushed the trigger. Tom violently jerked and I heard sobs come out of him. He collapsed onto the bench. “Oh, I bet that hurt,” I said.

I put the taser on his ass check and pushed the trigger again. More jerking and sobs. I put it on his other ass check and pulled the trigger, similar results. I put the taser on Tom's ass hole. He was whimpering, I pulled the trigger again. More screaming and jerking. So easy to inflict so much pain.

I rubbed my hands along his back. I moved closer and rubbed my cock on his hip and ass. I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. I put the taser in his cock head and pushed the trigger. “So much pain,” I said.

I put the taser down and walked over to the couch. Tom had left his cigarettes and lighter there. I took a cigarette and the lighter and walked back. I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag and let it out. I knelt down in front of him. His head was limp and he was facing down.

I lifted his head and took another drag on the cigarette. I blew the smoke into his face and said, “Are you having fun?”

I stood up and walked behind Tom and sat down. I brought the glowing end of the cigarette to his balls and very slowly ground it out. Tom groaned again. The cigarette left a nice round black mark.

I relit the cigarette and took a puff. This time I dragged the glowing red ember along his dick. Tom started shaking. Up and down his shaft I went. Another drag and another slow grind on his balls.

The cigarette is almost down to the filter. “One more burn left on this cigarette,” I said. I lit it again and for the third time I burned his balls.

I walked to the cabinet and found a bottle of lube. I grabbed another cigarette and walked back over to Tom. I dripped the lube down the top of his crack. I used the head of my dick to spread the lube from the top of his crack into his ass hole. I pushed hard and was in.

I lit the cigarette and took drags on it as I was pounding his ass. Slow at first, then harder and harder. As the cigarette burned I knocked the hot ash off on his back. I kept pounding. The cigarette was almost done. I pulled out and ground the cigarette out on his asshole. Such wonderful noises he made. I shoved my dick back into his now burnt ass hole. I pounded him till I came.

I pulled out and lay down on top of him. He was hot and covered in sweat, breathing heavily. I just lay on him till his breathing slowed and the glow of my organ passed.

I stood up and untied his gag. His face was covered in spittle. The floor under his face was a giant puddle. I pulled the gag out and he said nothing, just breathing slow and hard.

I rubbed my hands over his body, caressing and massaging him. I removed all the restraints, then leaned down to his face and kissed him on the cheek.”Your turn,” I said.

I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a towel to clean myself up. I sat on the couch and watched. Tom slowly stood up and started feeling his sore balls and ass. I was smiling, Yea, they fucking hurt. My limp dick responded to thinking about how they must feel.

Tom came over to the couch and sat next to me. I had my arm behind him and I gently pulled his head against my chest. I gave him a giant bear hug.

We sat and I could feel he was still shaking. We just sat there for a long time with his head on my chest. Slowly the shaking stopped and he started to get cold.

After a while we unwrapped and I stood up. He was rubbing his balls again. Then said, “thanks, that was more intense than I have ever gone before.”

Tom stood up and gently pushed me back down to the couch.

“It is my turn, but I am too spent to take it tonight. But you deserve this. Think of it as a down payment for my turn,” he said.

Tom pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He pushed my legs apart with his knee and shoved the ash tray under my balls.

I smiled and leaned my head back with my arms and legs spread apart. Fair is fair, it was his turn and I deserved this.

“I am going to take my time,” he said and brought the cigarette down onto my balls. I did my best to not react. “And plan something special for you,” he was slowly grinding the cigarette out on my nuts.

He relit it and said, “It will be long and painful.” Again the cigarette came down on my nuts.

“How long are you in town for? I am done with taking turns. Now it is about payback. But not tonight.”

After a couple more cigarettes, we ended up in each other's arms, curled up together in the master bed.

The next morning we exchanged numbers and I left for my Moms house. I had a dog to walk…