Come Saturday, Toby knocked on my door like a gentleman, and I stopped cramming supplies into my pack long enough to let him in. I noticed right away something was different about him, but couldn't figure what it was for a moment. Then I realized. His shorts.
Toby had been wearing cargos on our past hikes, even though he usually didn't get to keep them on long with me around. Today, he sported burnt orange running shorts, much more revealing than his cargos had been. I liked what I saw and whistled, gesturing for him to spin while I ogled his hairy legs and shapely ass. During his runway twirl, my cock suddenly jumped to attention as I spied the faintest hint of Toby's ball hair emerging below the leg of his shorts.
The sprigs were darker and thicker than his leg hair and I grabbed his shoulders to stop his spin. "What's this, scout? Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?"
"Surprise, bossman. You're seeing the results of your handiwork. I've been using that elastic cream and it looks like my balls have dropped a bit more. Like the look?"
he teased, twisting his crotch so even more hair appeared, some of it still blue-tipped from the polish I had applied last weekend.
"That stuff don't wear off too quick, Jace. Still some on my tits." With that, he raised his tee to show me the glitter that remained in some crevices of his nipples. My cock rose to full mast and Toby noticed. "No time for such shenanigans," I said, even though I wanted to strip him and have my way.
"Come help me pick out some playtoys to pack." I led him to my bedroom closet, where I kept a few dildos and butt plugs on the shelf. I nixed the handcuffs first thing, for they seemed trite, somehow, and Toby seemed a natural for his leather cord ties.
He picked up a good-sized purple dildo and whistled softly. "Did they mold this from your big boy?" he gasped, trying to flatter me. "Nope, no foreskin, remember?" knowing full well he did. He grinned at me and wiggled his brows until I laughed. "Let's take this, okay? Looks like fun. And this small butt plug might fit me. I have a delicate, dainty ass, you know." "Yep, I know. That's why we're taking the super size instead." I reached past him to pack it. "More fun for me, anyway." My turn to grin and wiggle brows.
I tossed in some suction bulbs to use on his nipples. Hopefully we could get them big and meaty enough to pierce. No clamps this time. I still had the secretly weakened clothespins in my stash. While Toby was distracted by the other dildos, I grabbed some ball rings and weights to try, slipping them in quietly. We needed to get some extra stretch on his sack, and the weights would fit the bill nicely.
Dragging Toby away from the dildos, I added the choices to our pile to take to the Jeep. "What say we try a new spot this time, Toby? Your tent stakes will wait till we get there again," reminding him of his time being tied down. "You're the boss, boss. Wherever's fine with me as long as you're there." His candid quip had the ring of truth, and I felt bad for goading him. "Let's go load our junk so I can mess with your junk."
He giggled and sashayed out, rubbing his junk against me as he passed. He grabbed the bag with the dildos. "I'll carry these, bossman. Make sure they're packed safely." He trotted out, giving me the merest flash of a testicle swinging below his shorts.
I caught my breath and collected myself before lugging out my pack and some food. I was so horny for him I couldn't stand it, but I followed him sedately, pretending to be the dom he wanted me to be.
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We hiked into the forest this time, making our way to a secluded glade near a waterfall I had discovered once on a solo hike. The roar of the falls provided a soothing backdrop while we pitched our tent and found a circle of stones for our fire. Surrounded by trees, it seemed we were in the world alone, private, placid and peaceful.
Toby wanted to hike to check out the waterfall, so we trekked to the creek, moving to the base of the falls, the roar now so loud it was hard to talk. Small fish jumped in the pool beneath the falls, and minnows darted here and there near the bank where we stood. Birds flashed among the trees, and a kingfisher dived for an unwary fish, rising with his prize twisting in his beak.
"It's surreal, but beautiful," Toby breathed in awe. "We gotta come back here to shower." "All in good time, my pretty," I cackled in my best imitation of the Wicked Witch. "All in good time."
I clasped Toby's package, rubbing it thoroughly. "We have to go get dirty first, scout." Toby leaned into my fondling, his cock growing beneath my hand. A wet spot appeared on his new orange shorts. "Keep that up and I'll be real dirty in a minute." I reached up the leg of his shorts and tugged his sack gently. "Tempting, but we have things to do. Let's head back." We turned back to camp with Toby's shorts pitching a pup tent all the way.
We fixed lunch and brewed coffee to finish it off. "Up for a little challenge, poet?" I asked wickedly. Toby's seaglass eyes brightened with interest, but held a tinge of wariness, too. "Whatcha got in mind, Jace? A sack race?" The unexpected comeback flipped my giggle trigger and I almost forgot what I was going to suggest for laughing so hard. Toby just grinned devilishly all the while.
"You already got me beat, goofball. No, I've been thinking it's not fair that you're the only one being stretched and abused." His eyebrows rose in confusion. "I kinda like it, boss." "I know, but here's the deal. I want you to stretch my foreskin by tying it with cord and hanging some weights I brought along from it to pull it down. We can't do it with the rawhide, because I'll have to be able to take it off to piss. Or to come. I'll let you do that to me on one condition. I get to put the butt plug up your ass and whoever has to remove their blockage first loses. And the winner gets to fuck him however he pleases. What say ye, poet? Reckon you can hold it longer than I can?"
Toby's magic green eyes sparkled. "I call that a win-win. Even if I lose, I'd still get to play with that stretched out skin tube. I might even play it like a flute." "If your flute playing's as bad as your poetry, I'll have to pass." I rummaged for some cord and a weight in my pack. "So you're in?" "I'm all in, boss."
I stripped him then, and he returned the favor. His cock dwarfed mine badly, but he reached a finger to brush my foreskin delicately. It was like he couldn't help himself. I handed him the cord and the small weighted band I held. "Knock yourself out, hoss. Just don't bruise the merchandise."
He seemed at a loss as to how to start, so I helped him knot the cord around my dangling tube and he began wrapping it snugly up, until he met the head of my cock with the cord. "Tie it off there, Toby," and he knotted it, making sure he didn't catch a bit of my tender skin in the binding.
"Now take the weight band and fasten it at the lower end of my tube. Over the cord is fine. It'll be heavy enough to give some pull." The band was basically a metal clamp that circled my foreskin snugly and had a simple clasp to close it, but no lock, so I could remove it.
Toby fiddled with it, enjoying encasing the extra flesh, but being gentle and not pinching or pulling. A weighty ball about the size of a walnut hung from a ring on the band, and when Toby carefully let go, the apparatus pulled my foreskin down dramatically.
Toby looked alarmed. "It's all good, Toby." I danced a bit, causing the weight to swing and bounce a little. Toby's eyes followed every move of my bound tube, and he stroked its stretched length dreamily.
"Your turn," I barked roughly, knowing I couldn't come with my captured cock. He handed me the butt plug and I knelt and lubed both his hole and the plug. It was one of my favorites, for it had an extra attachment that Toby didn't know about. But for now, I concentrated on opening his hole enough to insert the plug, using my fingers to help him expand, then easing the plug into him a bit, letting it slide back out, then pushing it a bit deeper each time.
Toby, bent and grunting, took it well, letting me take my time to get it in. Finally, it popped past the resistance and settled snugly in his ass, making him gasp and grunt a bit louder. I tweaked the plug, playing like I was going to pull it out and start over, but Toby was having none of that and rolled over, denying me access.
"Game on, boss. You ready to take that weight off your tube yet?" "Nope, my tube's totally tubular, Toby. How's that for a tongue twister, my poet friend? You feeling a bit plugged up? Constipation's a bitch."
"Oh, you're gonna be pissin' pretty first. Cause you're goin' down!" He made a big show of giving me two thumbs down. I fell down beside him and began tickling him, and he bucked and rolled, grabbing me and wrestling me, our nude bodies sliding against one another until my hard-on made me call a halt. It was too uncomfortable with my ties and weight on.
After doing camp chores, both of us still nude, I called Toby over to a nearby tree and made him put his back against it. I pulled his arms around the tree and bound his wrists with leather cord.
"No tent stakes today?" he asked, seeming surprised at the new development. "Not today, plugbutt. This will allow you to move a little more when I play with your nipples." To demonstrate, I began working each nipple in turn, pinching and twisting, but not too painfully. Toby jerked and writhed, but he was laughing, too.
"Now, let's see about getting some more stretch on that sack." I bounced his balls in one hand thoughtfully. He squeaked with each bounce. At my pack, I fetched a band similar to my foreskin band, but wider, with a bigger, heavier weight.
I removed the leather cord I had used to tie his sack to the tent stake, freeing up a bit of space for his band to rest. I gently pulled his balls down a bit more and fitted the metal around his scrotum in its place.
The band was smooth, with no sharp edges to injure him, also with a simple clasp but no lock. I wanted Toby to be able to remove the weight if it became too uncomfortable during the week, for I wanted him to wear it all the time. Once I untied him, he could be the judge. But for now, he was weighted and bound, just like I wanted him.
"This is gonna stretch you just like Mr. Fantastic in the comics," I grinned up at him. "Next thing you know, these'll be knee knockers." I kissed his future knee knockers softly. I licked at the hair on them a little, making it mat.
Reaching behind him, I checked his plug to see if he was keeping it in place, pushing it a time or two to goose him into responding by grunting his discomfort. "And let's not forget these pretty nips," I said, rising and visiting my pack once more. I pulled out some nipple suckers, bulbs that had a tube coming out of them. This was one reason I had shaved Toby's crop circles around his nipples, so the suction bulbs could get a good grip unimpeded by his chest hair.
"Gonna get you some big titties with these babies. Meaty and mouthwatering." I squeezed one bulb, blue of course, and attached it to a nipple, letting it suction firmly into the tube, swelling it to size. When I released it, it stayed on, exerting a constant pull. Toby's chest twitched, but the bulb remained. I repeated the process with the other nipple, blue bulb bouncing, and Toby was powerless to dislodge the suckers.
The skin of his crop circles had tightened and drawn, but not painfully or overly stretched. "Getting you ready for piercing day, scout. Something to look forward to." "Feels funny, boss. Never gave much thought to my nips before. But kinda nice."
