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Tossed Off

By Andy Caulden

andycaulden@yahoo.com
Comments, suggestions, and questions welcomed.

--The following story is a work of fiction; any
resemblance to persons, places, or events is strictly
coincidental. This story involves explicit sexual
content taking place between a male and a teenage boy.
If such a premise offends you, is illegal by law to
obtain, examine, or otherwise view in your place of
residence or business, please do not proceed--

* * *
I'd been skimming the net more and more, surfing
around pictures, sites, and stories that made me
wonder what it'd to mess around with another guy.

One night a certain message board post caught my eye
seeking "good looking young guys willing to be tied
and teased." The idea of being tied up seemed
interesting in a way so hard for me to explain

I figured I looked alright, something of a green eyed
wonder, slender but growing, my pale skin freckled and
blush beneath my shucks of red hair on top. I sent a
message in response to the posting, lied and said I
was 19, and attached a picture of myself.

I got a reply. We talked back and forth for a while,
about the things he could do. I spent most nights then
caught in a fantasy which grew deeper with each of my
adolescent orgasms. It was the last week of October.
My  parents were going to be away for the weekend and
my older brother staying was up at the university.

He gave me his address, which wasn't too far off the
trolley down the block. It was getting late as I stood
outside his building, ringing his phone. He buzzed me
in and I took the elevator. Apartment F on the 13th
floor. The door was open. 

He somehow sold me on the idea on being blindfolded
from the start of things. I was curious to see what
that would be like. There was some moonlight coming in
through the skylight above, but I quickly drew my gaze
upon a small desk illuminated starkly by a small lamp.
It's glow revealed a piece of paper and a black cloth
strip for a blindfold. I picked up and read the paper.

"Put the blindfold on. Strip. Leave your clothes and
shoes in the entryway. Wait."

I was nervous, too many thoughts running through my
mind at once...but also I was harder than I'd ever
been before. My hormones were playing wicked games
with my mind. I wrapped the cloth around my eyes and
schucked my shoes and socks off, then shirt, pants and
boxers until I was naked. I stepped away a bit from
where my clothes were carelessly strewn about.

Soon enough, I heard him and then felt a hand on each
shoulder, slowly draping down my back, making me
shivver. His hands explored my arms and torso, around
my sides, until his gliding fingers ventured into my
navel; a hand gently but firmly squeezed my throbing
prick. 

"Are you excited?", he asked, his voice breaking the
silence and filling the darkness as his hand continued
slowly sliding down my smooth stomach towards my
crotch, then back up again.

"Yeah", I said, my voice squaking a bit. 

He guided me to a bed rather simply, and helped me lie
down, telling me to make myself comfortable. I was
tense, but I stretched a bit and did begin to feel
relaxed.. I felt him gently grab my wrist, placing
what felt like a cushy band of some sort around it and
fastened it swell, doing the same to the other. My
restrains were then attached to the corners of the
bed. The same was done to my ankles. I was well
splayed out on the thick mattress.

For this first time, I felt panicked. I really had no
idea who this guy was, and nobody knew I was here, and
now I was blindfolded and bound--helpless, in a word.
I tested the bindings and realized that they were
quite snug.

"Just relax, Ben."

His hands slowly came to knead both of my smooth
nipples, making me slouch in pleasure. This felt
amazing. One hand groped down and lightly squeezed my
shaft, but only for a moment.

I felt his hands ruffle through my stringy red hair,
and his tongue on my chest, slick and smooth as it
glided between each of my nipples. He would suck and
chew sometimes, while swirling his tongue quickly at
others. I'm not sure how long this went on for, but I
could feel my body begin to sweat in the cool air of
the room, and could feel that I was leaking a bit,
dripping down my shaft. 

I could feel him leave the bed for a moment. He back
down beside my crotch and I felt a hand moistened
coating my uncut cock with lube, cool to the touch,
sending waves of pleasure through my body. A deep moan
flew past my lips. 

Slowly, he began to jerk me with patience and
diligence, firmly up and down, always peeling back my
foreskin to apply a little more lube, working it in by
swirling his fingers around the head. It was
unbearable really, each time he'd do it, my toes
splayed, I grunted, and swore. 

This went on and on and on and on, slower, harder,
faster, softer. I was panting, feeling my hair
dampening from matting sweat against the bed, feeling
myself edging closer and closer.

And then it all slowed down, so fast. I felt both
hands again kneading my nipples, which were taken off
guard, doing nothing but to my further my aching to
shoot. I'd lost track of time and was wondering how
long it had been since this all started. 

A hand returned to my dick, stroking it carefully and
deliberately, each pistoning making me writhe--he was
beginning to see how i responded to things and was
focusing. Over and over again--with no warning-- his
fingers swirled my sensitive dickhead, and this sort
of sensory overload was quickly but slowly bringing me
close to edge, but still so far away. 

Suddenly, I heard a slight vibrating motor switch on.
I froze. What was it? Certainly not any thing that was
going inside me. No way. My mind was racing with
thoughts of things I'd read about, heavier things... I
was both relieved and equally horrified as I felt what
could only be an electric toothbrush--lubed--buzzing
across, around, and all over my sensitive, overworked
head. I

"FUCK! DUDE! Shit man, stop that, dude. I can't take
anymore, I have to get off. Please."

He just kept on going, and spoke:

"You wanted to be teased, right?"

"Well, yeah...ahhhh-ow. But FUCK dude, I can't take
this."

"Well, this is it."

I groaned. He moved the tooth brushes pulsating
bristles up to settle on one of my nipples, and then I
felt something new on the other. A moist mouth
engulfed it, with a tongue whisking about so
seriously, just as as that fucking toothbrush went
down to my uncut dick again.

I just couldn't take it anymore and started in the
restraints, shouting and grunting. 

"Dude, stop. FUCKIN A, DUDDE ARGHheh. Get me
off...this shit is crazy. Look I quit, just get me off
and let me out of here. Fuck....shit dude. Come on
what the fuck?."

A gag was fastened into my mouth.

"You're going to enjoy this, Ben. You want to cum,
yeah?"

"Mphhsh!" I shouted and nodded feverishly.

"I tell you what. I could keep you here for a
while...I mean, it really isn't that late, right? And
you said everyone's away from home, aren't they? You
could be here all night until the morning kept like
this. You'll be losing your mind."

I cursed, threatened and struggled with all my might
against the binds. What the fuck did I get myself
into? I made fruitless progress and realized I gave
this guy way too much information, and was seriously
in over my head here, with not shit to do about it.

"But I'll make you a deal, Ben. I'll get you off
now...but you have to let me milk you dry afterwards."

"whhtt? Fcknooo dudhgh whath the fuck," I mumbled.

"See...milking is actually very simple. I basically
get you worked up and desperate to shoot your scum,
like you are now," he said that, a rough thumb slid
back and forth across my glans, making my legs go
taught, straining against the binds.

"But instead of just continuing to tease, I'll make
you cum so very hard. Then again, over and over, until
finally nothing comes out. For a young dude like
yourself...that's at least four, if not five
times...but maybe more."

I was losing it. This guy was crazy. I was a horny
bloke, for sure, but I'd never even gotten off more
than twice--three times at the most--in one evening,
and the concept of being constantly worked over until
I came so much was blowing my mind, especially if each
time was going to be as torturous with slow, menacing
strokes and his experienced fingers teasing my raging
boner, all while his fingers and tongue explored all
the sensitive and vulnerable parts of my teenage body,
wrought with pure lust despite my wishes to just get
out of this all. 

"Or, I could just continue keeping you on the edge
until the morning...maybe even longer."

I screamed as loudly as I could into my gag. I never
wanted to get into this, but I'd never needed to cum
so badly in my life. I had to cum. What choice did I
have, anyway? I sure as fuck didn't want to be milked,
but there was no way I could take much more of this
and not be allowed to blow until sunrise.

I caught my breath, nodded slowly, and said, at least
as clearly as my gag would allow, "OK"

The fucker took his sweet time--about thirty more
minutes--to finally get me off. Slow, firm, agonizing
strokes. That cool, sensual lube with the goddamn
toothbrush all over my glans, shaft, nipples, armpits,
feet, and in the sensitive area between my sack and
ass. Then, sending me into new waves of something I'd
never experienced, I felt his mouth and fluttering
tongue slurp up my dick. My eyes rolled back. It was
so intense, almost like a sort of tickling really. I
started moaning, grunting, and nearly convulsing as he
kept it up. Finally he swallowed my whole prick, over
and over, until I was over the edge, shaking and
bucking. Blasted my sweltering load, an eager offering
of strand after strand of hot gism which he slurped
up. It seemed like it went on forever, and I could
feel his rough finger pads firmly kneading--pinching
almost--the whole time.

When it was over, my chest was heaving, my limbs limp,
wrought from the most intense orgasm I ever felt
before; anything I'd ever dreamt of before in even my
strongest fantasies paled by miles in comparison.

For a few moments I drifted in and out of a state of
elation, my mind still not registering that there was
a whole night ahead of this, thinking somehow that he
was just talking shit to get me hot and bothered, and
that any second now I'd feel my bonds being undone. 

But right on queue I felt fingertips swirl firmly over
the head of my prick, more sensitive than ever, me
just having cum, and heard the snap and whirr of that
electric toothbrush before feeling it roaming around
on the soles of my feet and up my smooth legs, then
grazing my balls all around. 

I felt his moist breath as he leaned next to my ear,
his tongue gently probing the lobes before he spoke.

"Not bad, Ben. Not bad at all. this time, thought,  I
think we'll take things a little slower."

I screamed into the night, but no one knew. 

 * * *

I sagged on the trolley late the next morning with my
feet propped up against the seat opposite me, half
awake and half asleep. I didn't know how many times I
came. Each orgasm seemed to blur into the other in my
foggy memory. I was exhausted, but at the same time
oddly engrossed in this new world of things I never
knew before. By the time my spent and exhausted frame
was unbound in the morning, all I could do was lie
there, moaning, slowly regaining my movement back. So
out of it. I remember stumbling down the steps to the
streets on the town I walk round. I was only
seventeen.





 





       
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