The Closet Part 2 written by Jimmy

 

The Closet Part 2

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 Ballbusting Boys: All it Takes is a Gentle Push written by Jimmy (The set-up)

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