Ball Buds 08

I had Toby bound to the bed. His wrists were tied tight to the bedposts, and his ankles tied just as tightly to the footboard. I had strapped on his blue ball gag and he was murmuring around it. He had good reason to murmur. His nuts were stretched to the max with a rope that ran over the footboard to which I had attached an extra-heavy weight that hung just shy of the floor. It dangled there, pulling Toby's sack in an extreme stretch, one that he couldn't endure all the time, but it worked well for occasional play. It also added some critical length to his scrotum that he could add to his stretching chart. We were making progress.

I had Jerico bound to a chair. I had placed him near the wall, away from the bed, but at a vantage point where he could view the goings-on. Stripping both of them had been fun, and seeing Jerico's flaming red pubic hair had been a bonus I had been looking forward to. His bush was like a bonfire, and it was all I could do not to dive in with my tongue and suffer the burn. But we weren't here for that. This time.

Thankfully, his freckled cock was more a match to mine than Toby's, size-wise. He was not overly endowed, and he was cut, but that burning bush was what grabbed your gut and curdled your cum. It was amazing.

Jerico sported a purple ball gag I had found just for him. It looked marvelous with his red head, and he had fought it a bit at first, but I forced it between his lips and strapped it on him snugly. After that, he settled down and seemed okay with it.

I had bound another rope tightly around Toby's genitals, his cock now standing proud and purple with the constriction. His pubes were still short enough not to get in the way. I had the other end of the rope tied just as tightly around Jerico's junk. His prick and balls were now a burgundy wine color. I tugged the rope a little to get their attention. There was not much slack on the rope.

I had been edging them both for about an hour now. Bringing one of them to the brink, then switching off and doing the same to the other. They were both needing to come, their balls swelling and filling with their manjuice, and I hoped I would be able to partake of some shortly.

The rope that joined them was serving a purpose. Every twitch that Toby made, Jerico could feel, and vice versa. This was to allow Jerico to join us without really joining us. We had discussed it beforehand, and laid a few ground rules so Jerico could watch us interact in every way to get some inspiration when he painted us. If he decided to, that is.

This was the first installment of his in-depth adventure. Toby and I wanted to maintain our relationship the way it was, not allowing outsiders to alter or affect the feelings we had for each other. We had advised Jerico that the only way he could take part was as an interested observer, but attached by his ball tether so that he could feel something while not giving in to the temptation to join in.

He had readily agreed, but I had surprised him with the gag and by including him in the edging process. Yet we had made no promises to not touch him. So he seemed to be riding high, his cock standing tall, leaking precum and jerking every time Toby moved even a little bit. His sack was swollen from the jizz inside it and from his tight rope binding. I rubbed it, squeezing it some, making his writhe in his chair, and I heard an answering wriggle from Toby as the rope pulled his parts somewhat painfully.

"You boys are going to have to work together," I advised them. "Otherwise, you're gonna unman each other and I'll have two pussies on my hands. And what would I do with those?" They both tried to laugh, but their gags hampered the effort. Their eyes crinkled in appreciation, though.

I tweaked Jerico's pretty pink nipple, and was rewarded with another twitch and moan from both he and Toby. "See what I mean, fellows? For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Some famous scientist said that. I forget who. But he musta been right." I pinched Jerico's other nipple to prove my point. Simultaneous whines. Yep.

Jerico's chest hair was golden blonde sprinkled with red highlights and I rubbed my hand lovingly through it. He looked up at me questioningly, his freckles on his body standing out as he blushed. I moved my hand to his cock, stroking him one more time, bringing him up, up, up, but not letting him finish. "You know you're gonna have to swallow all that shoots out of you? Isn't that what we agreed on?"

Jerico nodded. He looked like he would gobble down anything in order to come. I teasingly stroked him again, cupping his full balls and tugging the hairy globes, reveling in their red halo of tufts. "Not just yet, my man. I'm gonna fuck Toby now, and I want you to watch with that inner eye. And the outer ones, too. You'll feel every tug, every twitch he makes, and if he jerks too hard or too far, well, let's not go there. Gotta keep this pretty package intact so you can bring us more pizza." I tickled his sack mercilessly. He squeaked and gave a wiggle, sending a gush of precum onto my hand that I wiped on his pubes before moving to Toby.

Jerico had been observing us all day, he had come over just for that purpose, but I don't think he had expected to be included in our shenanigans. Yet here he was, leaking and dripping, his pubes beginning to mat to his groin as his juice soaked into them. We just might have to have a bunch more inspiration sessions.

Toby was hard and his cock was throbbing and he, too, was leaking fluid from all the edging. I grasped his rod and ran my thumb over his slick head, concentrating on his piss slit, tickling down his shaft to his stubbly hair. He tried to rear up, but Jerico squealed in dismay, and Toby settled back, having to take his punishment sedately.

Then Jerico squirmed in his bonds, and Toby was the one who was squealing, his manparts being mauled by the rope as Jerico twisted, trying to find a finish for his hardon. "Sit still, Jerico, or you're gonna castrate my man," I ordered, "Just settle back and enjoy."

I knew Toby wouldn't last long before he came, so I untied his ankles and the heavy ball weight and lubed up, flinging his hairy legs over my shoulders, but taking time to lick them thoroughly before I began. He was grunting and urging me in, wanting to come badly. I took my time lining up with his asshole, my cock also leaking from the anticipation of being inside him along with the added thrill of being observed in the process.

I leaned over and kissed his wonderful hairy chest and nibbled at his nipples to prolong his agony. He keened behind his gag, and I moved up and kissed his blue ball, teasing his nose with my tongue. His beautiful sea-colored eyes pleaded with me to please please please fill him with my cock and finish off inside him, needing to feel me thrust and feel the spark when I erupted, joined in body, soul, and spirit in a way that has no description.

He wriggled his hips, making Jerico screech, begging me to slide in. I finally did, and it was heavenly. He gripped me with his ass, his muscles there squeezing and massaging me into lengths and depths I didn't know I had. I began to move, watching the depths in his stupendous seaglass orbs, to see his wanting, his happiness, his love. We had both forgotten Jerico was even there with us, so intense was our gazes locked together, until he 'eeped' once again when Toby tried to thrust his hole farther onto me.

I glanced over, and Jerico was staring intently, taking in our every move, every nuance, every caress and every sharing that enveloped us. His cock was twitching and trying to cum, but it couldn't quite manage it. It was making a lake of precum on the chair and floor, though.

I thrust harder into Toby, reaming him soundly, and he smiled and nodded. He began humming, unable to speak, and jerking, unmindful of Jerico's startled noises and screams. His humming intensified, and he began cumming, decorating my chest and his, shooting hard enough to fire some on my lips, which I licked away without missing a beat in my rhythm of fucking. A glob even landed on his forehead, and, seeing that, I gushed into him with all the seed I could muster, plugging his tube with creamy, ropy goodness. I spurted countless times, and Toby himself was still pumping some out, now beginning to ooze and trickle down his dick like melted candle wax.

I collapsed on top of him, unmindful of the mess, breathing in tandem with him as we heaved and gasped our way to oxygen again. "Whoop-dee-doo, boss," he managed when I had removed his gag. "Can I have an instant replay? Like right now?"

I poked his ribs, making him giggle and wiggle, and Jerico grunt. "No, you can't. My recovery time is at least ten minutes," I admonished, making Toby guffaw. "So just be patient." He knew I would be out of commission a lot longer than that.

"You reckon we should go take care of that horny hombre over yonder, boss? He done 'bout jerked my jewels off without even touching me. How about that?"

"Your jewels are just fine," I soothed, caressing them gently and kissing them sweetly. "How's about I untie you and we finish him off? He looks like he's hankerin' for some curds and whey."

"Well, he sure don't look like no Miss Muffet to me. Look at that flaming cock, boss. It's a stick of dynamite ready to blow."

I finished loosing Toby and we knelt beside Jerico's chair. "Exploding time, Mr Dynamite," I grasped his very wet cock and Toby grasped his balls, untying the rope to allow him to shoot unhindered. "Fire in the hole," I hollered, and began to jack his slick dick while Toby mauled his nuts and even slid a finger under him to probe his pucker. Jerico gasped and keened behind his gag, and we kept at it until he fountained all over us and himself, flinging cum to the four winds, him grunting and thrusting tiny thrusts as he was still bound to the chair.

I kept pumping him way past sensitivity, making him squirm and thrash at his bonds until I feared he might injure himself. Toby kept his finger locked in his ass, circling it and pulling it out some, then sneaking it back in. Jerico was whimpering and sweating, but he seemed to be enjoying our extracurricular activities.

'You know what this means, artist?" I intoned dolefully, pretending to be disappointed in him. "Clean up time. Messy artists must be made to suffer."

Toby unhooked the straps on Jerico's gag, and we joined forces in scooping the cum off ourselves and off Jerico and shoveling it into Jerico's waiting mouth. He had agreed to eat his own cum, but he got a bonus with swallowing ours, too. He gulped down the goodness without protest. And there was a lot.

I even saw Toby sneak a mouthful or two when he thought we weren't watching. I let it slide, though, because I thought he deserved it. I even considered catching a slurp or two myself, but let the cumhounds have it all. They had earned it.

We finished untying Jerico and he hugged us, grabbing us both together in a sticky group hug. "I'm ready to start painting now," he gushed. "Lots of ideas knocking around up here," he tapped his noggin to emphasize his words.

"Does that mean you'll paint us, then?"

"Paint you? No, I'll not do that. But I'll paint your spirit and your soul and bits of your beautiful bodies. I'll paint that inner aura that you two share, because, believe me, it's one. You two are one, no doubt about it." He seemed super excited at this revelation.

Toby and I looked at each other, not knowing quite what to say. We knew we had a special bond, but to hear it expounded like that, we were quite gobsmacked, to say the least.

"No words needed, guys. Just keep doing what you're doing. I gotta go." He started yanking on his clothes. "Painting to do. Ideas to cultivate while they're still fresh. Thanks for everything, fellows. Glad my pizza led me to your place."

"Let me get one more look at that navel, Toby. I gotta get it just right." He bent and studied Toby's bellybutton closely and carefully. Almost touched it. Toby, I could see, felt Jerico's breath on his exposed groin. He was that close. And then he was gone.

"He still had some cum in his hair," Toby smirked. "Showed up in that red blaze like a precious pearl."

"Reckon he'll wear it to deliver pizzas, poet? Might be a conversation starter."

"For sure, bossman," Toby mused, shaking his head.

I didn't tell Toby, but he had a glob in his own hair. Scout's honor.

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Later, after we had eaten and were lounging at the table finishing our coffee, Toby stood up.

"Stay right there, boss. Got a surprise for you." He scurried out of the room, only to return in a moment with a small wrapped package, tied with a blue ribbon.

He sat the box in front of me with a flourish. "Happy Anniversary, Jace."

I stared at him, totally confused. "Anniversary? Toby, we haven't been together that long. It can't be. Cumming so hard has addled your brain. And I don't have anything for you, because it's not our anniversary."

"Is too, is too!" he chanted like a child, pleased to have gotten one over on me, apparently. "Open it, boss. Just go with the flow. And you give me lots every day. More than you'll ever know. Now, open it," he demanded.

Befuddled, I pulled the blue ribbon off the box, noticing it was the same blue as Toby's bow I kept tied on his nutsack. I maneuvered the lid from the small parcel, unwrapping the tissue-clad object inside.

It was a small frame, and inside it was my pitiful origami giraffe, the one that I had been fiddling with the night I met Toby at the coffee cafe. The one he claimed looked like an ostrich.

But, my, it had changed somehow. It was nestled inside a mat that accented the brown giraffe spots that someone had artfully added to it. It was still shapeless and deformed, just as I had folded it, but now it had come to life as an abstract work of art. It was both beautiful and exquisite, magical in its transformation.

"Oh, Toby! What did you do? My silly paper napkin has come to life! I can't believe you kept this awful thing. I thought we threw it away. After I saw your eyes, though, I kinda lost track..." I trailed off, unsure, almost ready to cry at Toby's thoughtfulness.

"This is our two-month anniversary. Not too traditional, I admit. But I couldn't wait for the yearly one. I wanted you to know what you mean to me and how this ostrich, yep, still an ostrich in my mind, changed my life. And how you've changed my life. You make me whole, boss. Now, I had a little help from Jerico. He painted it and brought out the quirkiness and uniqueness that I think of when I think of you. So how about putting on that giraffe shirt again, just so I can rip it off you???