The Closet Part 2
by Jimmy
Ballbusting Boys: The Closet written by Jimmy (part 1)
The
door downstairs opens, and Chase’s ears prick at the sound.
For
over an hour, maybe longer Chase had been stuck upstairs hanging from chains at
the wrist. His arms had gone numb, but at least his feet were solidly on the
floor. Chase couldn’t see from the blindfold that covered his eyes but he could
hear someone moving around.
There
were a few things that Chase was aware of. It was late, his housekeeper would
not be entering his house until the morning. Logan, his roommate and guardian
was supposed to be visiting his college and would be away. Therefore it had to
be Jayden. Breathing a sigh, Chase calls out “Hurry up, Jayden. You left me for
so long!”
The
stairs creaked under the footfalls, as someone thundered the stairs but the
steps seemed much more delicate in nature and seemed unhurried. Chase’s heart
began to pound with increasing beats, and to match it his forehead once again
gleamed from sweat.
“Jayden?”
Chase calls out, his voice reflecting how unsure he was.
Then
someone was in his bedroom and walking along the pathway to the open closet.
The
laughter, the tinkling almost musical of a voice told him that it was not his
boyfriend.
“Well,
well well… look what we have here.”
Letting
out a held breath that Chase didn’t know he was holding he stumbled over the
syllables in her name “Ash…ly?”
“Yeah,
it’s me.”
“You
have a key?”
“Duh.”
She
steps into the closet and Chase is assaulted by her scent. The rich perfume,
the slight fruitiness of her hair and the undeniable warmth of her as she gets
closer.
“What
are you doing there…all tied up?”
“Ummm
it’s a long story.”
“Pity.
I don’t have a lot of time. I’m set to go to a party but…I think I have enough
time for you.”
“Thanks.
The keys are on the shelf; over…”
“That’s
not what I meant, babe.” Ashely comes right up now putting one hand on his bare
chest. Her fingernails tickling his skin.
A
small gasp comes from Chase and she laughs again.
“You
seem sensitive,” she comments running one long finger over his pink nipple and
down his side goosebumps emerging as she does her fingers soft touch.
“I’ve
been here awhile,” admits Chase hesitantly as her fingers nails scrap along his
abdomen and back up to rest just over his wildly beating heart.
“And
you’re still…” Ashely does not finish as she presses into him and his prominent
erection is clear as day, and rather obvious. “Still hard. Or did you get that
way when I got here, I wonder.”
“I…”
but for once Chase is unable to say anything more as Ashley grinds herself
against him. The rod bends into her flesh, Chase’s hardon throbs being so close
to her sex as her hips sway against his own. “Oh,” is all he manages and he
grinds his teeth.
Ashley
laughs “You sure are in a pickle, but this sausage is rather large.”
Chase’s
toes dig into the floor and he grunts as she bangs her hips into his erection
and he feels himself leaking against her.
“I’m
not careful you might ruin my dress, you naughty, dirty boy.”
Chase
starts to pant, as his cheeks flush.
“Ashley”
Chase starts to say but then she is lowering his underwear, the strap of his
boxer briefs lifting away from his skin.
“Yes?”
Ashley asks pausing, and snapping the elastic band against his belly. The sound
of it makes his teeth grind.
Chase
swallows before asking “Aren’t you going to…free me?”
“You
can’t see my big smile Chase…not with your eyes covered up but know this: I’m
going to free this guy.”
Ashely
lifts up the elastic band, pinching it between her fingers and pulls it down
further until Chase’s cock spring up like a rocket launching for the moon and
hits his belly hard. Chase grunts again, this time quieter. He can’t see her
face, how she is judging the bareness of his flesh and how she judges him
against Logan. Chase shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat.
“So
what do you…think?” Chase asks trying not to sound worried. “Am I as big as…”
But
at that moment her hot breath blew all over his crowning top and he freezes and
moans. She keeps doing that, with her hot breath and it feels like it runs
around his head enveloping it in a grasp that’s not physical. Chase’s mind
loses all thought for a moment and his mouth opens as he sighs. Chase moans,
loud and desperate in the space and he opens his mouth to say something but the
elastic band shoots back and this time, strikes not his belly but his balls.
Chases
eyes widen behind the leather strap and he winces as the sharp pain of the band
cuts into the central cores of his manhood and smacking his big balls against
his thighs.
“Ooooo….aaaAaahHhhhh!”
Chase gags on the taste growing in his mouth from his own spit.
“Ooops.
My bad.”
Ashley
giggles and Chase’s face hardens as furry rises within him “You need to be—“
but again Ashley stops Chase short as something wet slides up from between the
globes of his ballsack as she sucks one nut and then the other into her hot
mouth.
“Ashley!”
Chase cries out, his body freezing as her warmth mouth fills with his
impressive genitalia. Chase is barely registering what is happening as she
sucks at the fullness of his manhood and all thoughts cease in Chase’s brain as
he thrusts his cock into the air praying that she touches that next.
Ashley
does not seem to be swayed by her efforts and she swishes around Chase’s nuts
in her mouth. She is careful either her teeth, but her tongue laps at the sides
of his right ball, while her lips toy with the edge of it. Chase can feel his
eyes flicking inwards and crossing.
“My
god…that’s…please, don’t stop.”
Chase
it thrusting is, his hips have a mind of their own as they pick up tempo and
Chase desperately wants her to touch it…to…
A
finger slides between his ass cheeks, and it’s covered in her warm spit. She’s
playing with his hole, his entrance. Chase automatically locks himself down
against the invasion involuntarily but she keeps going. Her relentless thumb
keeps at it until her digit slides in making Chase gasp in earnest.
“Good
god…Ashley!”
Ashley
coos, and sucks on his nuts harder as her probing digit searches for his
special spot inside of him. Chase knows that Ashely is close to finding it and
Chase is panting with the effort to not lose it. He’s so hard that his erection
is almost painful.
Then
Ashely finds it, and presses two fingers into Chase's rectum right against his
prostate. Chase stops fighting it and his mouth falls open as she prods and
presses into the special spot and Chase finds himself growing harder, his
cocked erected firmness straining the air as he starts feeling a spasm running
through him. Chases fists are closed so tight that his fingernails are digging
into his palms and at that moment Ashley hums. The tiny vibrations working up
Chase’s stem and he jerks once, twice and starts to cum.
Chase
tries to warn her but he can’t speak as semen shoots out of his thickened cock
spraying outward. He can’t stop himself from gasping at the third, fourth, and
fifth volley shoots through his pulsing stiff pole.
“I’m
cumming!” Chase finally shouts, but way to late as Ashley presses into his
prostate harder and more jerks of his cock follows until he is hanging limp,
the aftershocks still strumming down his full length which is pointing now
almost straight ahead.
Chase’s
balls pop out of her mouth and her hot tongue licks at his sensitive tip and he
moans “Aaaahh!” Ashely is slowly pressing his prostate just a little harder
before she pulls out and stands.
“That
was fun, but I better go. I’m going to be late.”
“Ashley
wait, don’t…you can’t….fuuuck I can’t…!” words fail Chase as she laughs and
rests both hands on his shoulders.
“Yes,
I can.”
Ashley’s
bare knee lifts up and hits Chase’s recently drained balls with a wet splat and
Chase screams then. The agony of the blow full on about destroys him, as it
hits him right up and into his groin. Both nuts squish horridly against his
asscheeks and Chase slumps utterly defeated.
“Don’t
tell me what to do Chase.”
Ashley
pulls herself from him, and stands for a moment as he quivers in his shackles.
“If
you’re still here by morning I’ll let you go.”
Turning
in her heel, she leaves him there with Chase’s wilted cock swaying between his
legs like a chastised child. Chase has never felt so low in his life.
The
door closes shut to the house and all is quiet again. Chase only wishes to
escape this mess, and he mumbles to himself “She…hit my big balls…how…could
she?!”
Chase’s
lament, and moan burst worth as wave of pain makes him feel sick.
But
the night is still not over…not yet!
To be continued
2 comments:
Awesome story!
Poor Chase does seem to have got himself into a pickle lol!
I loved how, even in his vulnerable position, Chase seemed more concerned about how he stacks up against Logan haha!
Hi Anonymous,
He most certainly does indeed care how he stacks up against Logan! He keeps hoping that he just might surpass him. Sometimes Chase even thinks that he does!
Jimmy
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