Ball Buds 01

Hi. I'm Jace. I'm 25, and I had been entertaining a fantasy for quite awhile about gagging a dude with his own balls. It seemed that providence had smiled on me one evening after supper when my phone dinged with an incoming text.

'Lightweight dom wanted. Into punishment, but not pain. Pleasure a plus. Need bossman to put me in my place. Message me at subsrViant2u anytime. I'm 22. Thx.'

I impulsively thumbed a reply.

'Meet me at Cosmic Coffee Corner in an hour. I'll be the guy wearing a shirt with a big giraffe on the chest. Buy me a jazz-me-up brew, er, I mean, jizz-me-up brew. Later, gator.'

I went to put on some decent jeans and hunt up my giraffe tee. I had surprised myself, zinging off that text for a meet-and-greet. Not my usual SOP. Damn. Maybe my fantasy was about to become reality

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I settled on a tall stool at a bistro table near the window of the cafe. I wanted my giraffe shirt to be fully on display when this dude showed up so he wouldn't turn tail and run. Or ghost me, like so many others in the past. I fiddled with the napkin holder, a bit anxious as to what I was getting myself into, and pulled out a napkin and began folding it into some shape or another. I had managed to maul it into a vague demented ostrich shape when someone spoke. "Into origami, are we? Or should I say bad origami?"

Startled, I looked up into the sexiest sea-green eyes I had ever seen. The ostrich fell from my fingers and landed on the table. If this was my dude, I was all in. He smiled at my consternation, and I saw he had beautiful white teeth, with full kissable lips, and these were surrounded by dark, raspy five-o-clock shadow gracing his cheeks. "That napkin giraffe looks a bit deformed. Or it might be a mutant."

Remembering my manners, clearing my throat, I stumbled to my feet, nearly upsetting my stool, which he grabbed and steadied. "Sorry, hi. It's really an ostrich...and...er...I was just messing around. I'm Jace." I extended my hand and he grabbed and shook. "Toby here. Pleased to meetcha."

"Grab a seat," I said, gesturing to the other stool.

"Giraffe shirt worked," he nodded toward my chest. "Good plan! How many times have you used that little trick?"

"First time, scout's honor," I said, holding up the three-finger scout salute. "You're my virgin giraffe conquest." He laughed, crinkling those amazing eyes and giving me another view of those teeth. "Here's to a successful conclusion, then," he said, toasting me with the salt shaker he had lifted from its berth in the caddy. "Cheers!" he grinned, pretending to drink from the shaker. "Now, how about I go get us some leaded java so we can drink a real toast. What's your pleasure?"

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What's my pleasure? I replayed the line as I entered my apartment and tossed my keys into the dish on the hallway table. My pleasure would have been an immediate strip search, followed by an incredible fuck right there on the cafe floor, but I had to content myself with a hearty cup of joe while staring into my new favorite color of eyes. Not too shabby of a trade-off.

In the end, we had made plans for a hiking trip on the weekend. I knew several good secluded spots where we would not be disturbed in whatever hijinks we would get into. Thinking I should do a little prep, I went online and ordered some needed supplies. With express shipping. I wanted to be ready. I hoped Toby was.

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My dom status foremost in my mind, I stuffed my backpack and loaded camping gear into my Jeep. Toby was meeting me here early Saturday, and we were driving to a trailhead in a nearby state park, where we would hike out.

As I stowed my stuff, he pulled up in a snazzy sportscar. The vehicle didn't dazzle me nearly as much as his eyes as he jumped out and squashed me in a big bearhug. "Morning, Mr. Jace. Ready to rumble?" Gathering my wits, I hugged him back. "You can drop the mister, mate. Just Jace. You're making me feel like an old man." "Over the hill, you might need a pill," he cleverly rhymed, grinning madly. "I'll wipe that grin off your face later, don't you worry!" I threatened, patting my bulging backpack. "Young whippersnappers best be careful."

"Not into whips, just into quips," Toby teased. "Let's go, poet-you-ain't," I returned. "Time's a-wastin'." We loaded his gear into my Jeep and we sailed off into the sunrise, hopeful, horny, and happy.

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Reaching the trailhead, we loaded ourselves with supplies and headed out. I had chosen an easy trail, not knowing how experienced a hiker Toby was. He must have done this before, because he packed well and maintained a good pace. We traveled awhile, just getting to know each other and feeling each other out a bit. But nothing grew awkward or unpleasant, and Toby made me laugh with his silly poems.

An hour or two in, we stopped to munch some trail mix, and I decided to try out my dom status. After all, that's what he said he wanted. Finishing my mix, I said, "Stand up, turn around, and drop your shorts." He checked to make sure I was serious, and rose from the rock he was seated on, turned, and unbuckled his belt and opened his cargo shorts and let them fall to his feet. "Undershorts, too," I instructed. His boxer briefs rasped on his leg hair as he bent to lower them, then he raised up again.

I was greeted by a stunning view of Toby's bubble ass, furred by dark hair that reminded me of his five-o-clock shadow. He stood patiently while I looked my fill, not turning or speaking. I wanted to run my tongue over that fur, but I knew now was not the time.

"Bend over, and spread your cheeks." He bowed at the waist, reaching behind him to clutch the globes of his ass and parted them. I dug in my pack and withdrew a cold pack, still frosty from my freezer. I pulled out a solidly frozen stick of butter and unwrapped it, rattling the paper to see if Toby would look around. He remained bent and waiting.

I strolled over and couldn't resist caressing that hairy heaven. I put a hand on his hipbone, anticipating that he would flinch away when the cold butter touched his asshole. Sure enough, he let out a little yip and surged forward, but I kept him close and began to slide the butter stick up and down his crack, greasing the entranceway. I pushed the butter against his pucker, teasing him by not really penetrating yet.

After a bit, I started sliding the butter in and out, bit by bit, essentially fucking him with the greasy shaft. When he was slick enough, I slid the butter in deep, letting his hot ass grip the cold column, feeling his sphincter close behind it, sealing it in.

"Square peg in a round hole, poet," I quipped, slapping his hairy ass a time or two for good measure. "Keep it in there while it softens and melts, and we might have some fun later." One more smack to emphasize my words. "Now, stand up and turn around."

He rose and turned to me, grimacing as the frozen butter shaft shifted inside him. He had a beautiful 7-inch circumcised cock adorned by a bush of dark hair that sprigged and sprouted thickly. It was semi-hard from the butter insertion and looked very suckable. His balls were my focus at the moment, though. They were very hairy and luckily, very low hung. I needed low hangers to be able to start stretching them in order to fulfill my fantasy. I grasped his sack and tugged. Lots of give and play in the danglers.

Perfect. "Pull your pants up, poet. We gotta move on." He obediently raised his undershorts and shorts and fastened them before shouldering his pack.

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You heard it here first. My cock is very uninteresting. It's small, 5 1/2 or so hard, and microscopic soft, uncircumcised, with a weird blister-bump on the end of my foreskin. Not too pretty. But it works. Mostly.

We sat on fallen logs for lunch, and, as I finished draining my water bottle, I stood and moved in front of Toby. He looked up at me, probably wondering if I was going to want a blow job. Shaking my head, I unzipped and pulled out my cock, pathetic though it was. I held the bottle under my cock, not bothering to retract my foreskin. I let it drop into the neck of the bottle to act as a funnel for my piss. I began pissing as Toby watched, and my golden juice began rising, glinting a pretty yellow in the sunshine.

I filled it to the brim and capped it. I rubbed the warm bottle across Toby's cheek, letting him feel the massage of his new drink. I reached behind him to his pack and slid out his regular water bottle and replaced it with mine.

"Keep that with you and sip on it as we hike. Drink it all by sundown and then you can have as much water or juice as you want. Savvy?" He nodded. "Yes, Jace. I want to see how you taste." He eyed my damp, dangling cock. He seemed entranced by my foreskin. "Clean me off, then," I ordered. Several piss drops still hung from the wrinkled tube.

Toby leaned forward and took me gently between his lips, nibbling easily and using his tongue to collect the droplets. I felt his tongue circle the inside of the tube, flicking against my cock head. He pulled away, smacking his lips.

He reached up and grasped the hanging skin, pulling it out as far as it would go, letting it retract, then stretching it again. "A new fidget toy, poet. Hope that relieved your stress." I tucked myself back into my shorts and zipped up. "Let's go. We're almost to our camping spot."

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About half-hour later, we reached a meadow with a swift stream bubbling through and made short work of pitching our tent and setting up camp. It was a lovely spot, with some shade trees and small saplings scattered about. While Toby was exploring for firewood, I slipped a light sedative into his piss bottle and shook it until it dissolved. He had drunk most of it, and I would make sure he finished it off when he returned. The drug would knock him out for only about half an hour, giving me time to get him into position.

He came into camp and dropped an armload of wood near the fire. "How's that butter feeling? Didn't take long to melt in that hot ass of yours, huh?"

"Feels slippery as slug slime back there. Easier walking since it softened some."

"Good man. Now drink up." I tossed him the bottle with the remaining piss. "Gettin' closer to sundown." He caught the bottle and uncapped it and took a big slug. "Uuumm! Tasty, Jace. Gonna give me some more?" He asked, draining the bottle this time.

"Plenty more where that came from, but, no. I might let you have some to reward you if you're a good boy. So it's water for now." He actually looked disappointed.

I busied myself unrolling our sleeping bags and organizing the tent while I waited for the drug to take effect. Toby was sitting by the fire whittling on a stick, but it wasn't long before he was covering a yawn and his head was beginning to droop. After a bit, he stopped whittling and started to slump. I went and got his knife so he wouldn't fall on it, and helped him off his seat onto the ground.

He opened his sea-colored eyes a bit and murmured, "Thanks, Jace." and slumped into sleep. I wanted the ball stretching exercise to be a surprise for him, so that's why I chose to use the drug.

Working quickly, I stripped him naked and grasped him under the arms and dragged him to a sunny spot in the meadow. Fetching my pack, I pulled out 3 tent pegs and some leather cording.

Looping the cording around Toby's wrists, I kept it fairly loose so I wouldn't cut his circulation, but I tied it securely to the tent pegs, then pulling each arm into a wide, spread-eagle position, I pounded the stakes into the ground, angling them and setting them deep enough that he couldn't pull them out.

Next, I moved to loop a leather lace around the base of his balls, not too tight, just snug enough to hold secure. I then lashed the loose ends of the lace to the remaining tent peg, fastening them securely. I began pulling, easing his balls downward, not wanting to hurt or damage him.

His scrotum began stretching nicely, the loose skin tightening and lengthening as his nuts moved closer to me. I pulled until I got a decent stretch, careful not to pull too far, then angled the tent stake and pounded it into the ground deeply, not wanting it to slip out and injure Toby or me.

I left Toby's legs free so he could writhe or wiggle, but if he started to kick me, his feet would be secured also. I sat back to admire my handiwork. Toby was staked out like a big insect, pinned by his wrists and balls. Not a bug, I thought. Instead, a beautiful, perfect butterfly. And he was all mine.

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I folded my hoodie and placed it under Toby's head to make him a bit more comfy when he awoke. He was beginning to stir a little, muttering and fluttering his eyelids. I went to my pack and drew out a nice ball gag with a pretty blue mouth ball and straps and strings to secure it. While Toby was still woozy, I fitted the ball in his open mouth and turned his head to tighten the straps. He was now rendered pretty much helpless, being able to move only his head, his legs, and his pretty cock. I moved back and waited for him to rouse up.

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As Toby woke up, he seemed confused as to his whereabouts. He raised his head off my sweatshirt and swiveled, his eyes finally lighting on me. I saw comprehension come into them, followed swiftly by confusion. He began trying to sit up, making noises behind his gag, but he was stopped short by his bonds, and he fell back. He tried again, pushing with his feet, but squeaked and stopped when his ball tether yanked too hard.

I enjoyed watching him struggle for awhile, but I waited for him to be fully awake to go to him. "All tied up, poet?" I teased, tickling his hairy underarm and making him gurgle and shy away. "Got any cute quips for this?" I reached across and tickled his other underarm. He squirmed toward me as far as he was able to escape my fingers. Which wasn't far.

I stopped tickling and took his beard-shaded chin and turned his face toward me. I leaned down and tenderly kissed his lips that were stretched around his blue ball. "Got a blue ball here, sport. We may have a couple more before this is over." To get his attention, I reached down and flicked his tied balls. He 'eeeped' and his cock twitched as he jerked, so I laughed and kissed him for real, sharing the blue ball with him, both of us mute for a moment.

Raising my head, I looked deep into those magic eyes, and he knew I was serious. "I don't want to hurt you, Toby. I'm not into pain, either. I want to please you and pet you and love you. But I need your help. I want to stretch your bad boy balls long enough to fit them into your mouth. That way, I can gag you with them whenever I please." I caressed his stretched sack. "It'll take a long time to pull them that far, so I'll need your availability each weekend. You up for that, poet?"

He gurgled again, which I took to be a laugh, and nodded at his cock. which had indeed stiffened as I talked, thrusting up from his magnificent bush. "I'll take that as a yes." I laughed and tickled each armpit one more time.

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I dragged my pack closer and withdrew a small battery-operated stubble shaver. I flicked it on and showed it to Toby so he'd know what was buzzing. I fluffed his wiry pubes and ran my tongue through them since they wouldn't be there much longer.

I put a guard on the shaver to leave quarter-inch-long stubble, enough to say he had some and enough for me to frolic in. I applied the razor, quickly taking all his groin hair and stubbling his treasure trail up to his navel. I didn't want his heavy bush to interfere with the stretching or be caught and yanked in the process. I tucked his razored tufts of hair into a small pouch, thinking I would sprinkle a bit of them onto his breakfast pancakes or his bowl of ice cream when we returned home, forcing him to eat his own dickhair. My dom self was beginning to speak up.

From my pack, I took a blade razor and a small can of shave gel. Using my water bottle, I wet the stretched stalk of his scrotum and very carefully began to shave it smooth. I had to twist it a bit to shave the backside, earning some squeaks of protest from Toby, but I needed to get it completely hairless.

I left all the hair on his balls because I wanted it to bush and sprig madly. I tugged it playfully, and Toby squeaked louder. Reaching into my pack again, I brought out some fresh rawhide laces that I had kept tucked in a moist pouch. I held them up for Toby's perusal. "These are gonna go around your sack. As they dry in the sun, they'll shrink and tighten, hardening enough to stiffen and hold your balls down from your body. As your sack stretches, we'll keep adding more strips, and your balls will drop further and further. See why I said it would be a gradual process?"

Toby grunted, but nodded his understanding. I would have to monitor the drying process carefully, because I didn't want the laces to castrate him or constrict his jizz shooting, so I would keep a close eye on him. That's why I had staked him in full sun, so the rawhide would dry quickly and mold to his scrotum, becoming irremovable.

I began by wrapping the rawhide just above the cord binding his balls to the tent stake. I carefully wrapped a turn or two over the loose end of the lace, so, as it shrank, it would secure the lace completely. I then began wrapping the lace snugly, but not too tight, up the stretched shaft of his sack, overlapping the lace well and not leaving any gaps. I managed to get two lengths of the rawhide around his stretch, wrapping the last couple turns loosely and tucking the loose end under them before tugging it snug. When it dried, it would be held firmly in place. I left the end I tugged out to dangle, allowing for any shrink to take place. I could always trim the excess later.

I reached into my pack again and took out a roll of blue ribbon which matched Toby's gag ball perfectly. I cut off a length and tied it in a jaunty bow at the top of the rawhide just under Toby's cock.

"The bow stays on all the time. No matter what. It better be on there next weekend on our next hike. It's there to remind you of the fun we've had on this trip. And it looks good with your mouth ball." Next I retrieved a condom from my pack and opened it. It just happened to be blue, too. I grinned as I showed it to Toby. "Sun protection for your hairy balls as your ties shrink. Told you you'd have blue balls."

I placed the rubber against the base of his balls and unrolled it, covering his balls up to the leather tether. I got out some cream that was supposed to increase the elasticity of skin and reduce stretch marks. I slathered it onto Toby's stubbly groin and around the base of his cock, making sure I got a lot at the top of his sack. Then I smeared a heavy sunscreen on his exposed body, and I would keep applying it regularly. I didn't want him to fry in the sun as the laces dried, and I rigged my hat to shade his face. Every now and then I removed his gag to give him water, holding his head up so he wouldn't choke. I didn't want him weak and dehydrated, either.

While he basted in the hot sun, I brought out the blade razor again. I knelt beside Toby and used a marker to draw a 4-inch circle around each of his nipples. His chest fur was very thick, which I liked, but I proceeded to lather and shave from his nipples to the mark of the circle, rendering him smooth in a precise circle around each nipple, leaving me plenty of chest hair to frolic in. I was careful not to nick his nips with the blade, and, this way, I could attach electrified clamps or suction bulbs without the hair's interference. Eventually, I would take him to have his nipples pierced and rings put in so I could tie weights, ornaments, or jewelry to his tits as I pleased. Oh, the possibilities!