Its Been on My Mind About a Thousand Time This Something That You to Need to Know Devon
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| "I don't often hire out my spare room." |
"Hey! Is your spare room still gratuitous? I'm flying in for work next week and need a identify to crash."
Hunt's text sends a warm tingle downwardly my body. I haven't heard from him since he left to take upwards a new position in another metropolis.
"For you? Ever." My fingers fly beyond the phone screen.
"Sweet, thanks!"
Right afterwards, I see Chase typing a 2d message that takes a bit longer to write. And then a pause. He starts, he stops once again.
I stare at my screen now, waiting for the weight to land. Is he thinking what I think he is?
Fourth dimension stretches out like it does for a sub blindfolded.
***
I don't frequently rent out my spare room because I relish my individual infinite very much. Chase, though, was dissimilar.
Twenty-half-dozen years old and working in the advertising industry, Chase had what I can only describe as big corgi energy - an infectious, sunlike aura that was calorie-free and warm all around. He was a real joy to business firm. Make clean, bought snacks every at present and so, no problems with payment at all. Most importantly, he agreed easily to my requirements. He nodded eagerly when I told him that I accept regular visitors, and that the room down the corridor was out of bounds.
But by the sixth month of his tenancy, two new factors had emerged.
First, Chase's visitor was going through some difficult times. Competitors were popping up all around, and gigs rolled in a bit slower for him. Rent started to come up in a few days tardily; a few more months in and information technology started to come up in instalments. Nevertheless, even though Chase'due south smiling never waned, I could see that paying late really embarrassed him. "I'll pay you side by side calendar week, promise! Sorry 'bout it, man." But who could get mad at him with that mannerly grinning?
2d, and more interestingly, Chase seemed to be developing some inkling of what went on inside that room.
I don't think information technology took long for him to realise, on the nights that he came domicile during one of my sessions, that I was having people over for sexy gay recreation. On more than 1 occasion, he's also seen my boys enter all tough and mighty only to clamber out broken and blissed-out wrecks. He eyes them from the couch as they shuffle out; then, he turns dorsum to me, smiles faintly in what I tin only say is a knowing and impressed manner, then turns back to the television, which was probably never loud enough to drown out the roars from my den. I recall this stoked both his curiosity and something else too. A strapping lad living alone in a big metropolis, no girlfriend, a tightening career; unscratched was his urge to exist regarded as beautiful.
That'due south probably why Hunt started walking around the firm in only his underwear.
The commencement fourth dimension he pulled that stunt, my eyes virtually popped out into my coffee.
"Hey, buddy," Chase chirped as he swung into the kitchen headed for the fridge. Hair ruffled, slow piece of cake stroll, rocking a tight pair of greyness boxer briefs that revealed more than information technology hid.
Did I say "wow" out loud?
Either way, I'm sure I couldn't help but stare.
Chase is one of those guys who doesn't actually look buff until you see him with his clothes off. And when that happens, similar on that sweet Sabbatum morning... what a sight to behold. Underneath that shirt, Chase was packing some respectable muscle, but not then large that he hulks out like my other male child Lawyer Dan. Instead, Chase is a vitrify pup. His shoulders, pecs and biceps are business firm and claspable. And downward there, inside those tight grayness trunks that hugged his cheeks and thighs, a heavy bulge that swung with each step.
Chase winked at me as he ambled towards the fridge. I caught a whiff of his fresh odor, accompanied by a front row seat to the one thousand display of his ass. Snapping out of my sexed out stare, I tried turning my attention very conspicuously towards my coffee.
"Stop it! You're condign a creepy live-in landlord!"
Simply I was entranced. That wink - was that Hunt beingness Chase, equally cheerful and stupidly charming as usual, or was that something more than? This couldn't be, I told myself. I was reading my own thirst into this; guys walk virtually in their underwear all the time.
But then, my question was answered. Chase stood correct there, stirring his mug in just his underwear, his beautiful sunkissed body on total display, his big bulge hanging ripe.
"How's it going, man?"
This big tease. Dumbly, I took a sip of my ain steaming coffee. I remained barely in command of my eyes and that growing urge inside my pants.
And soon afterward that, afterwards I revealed my weakness, Chase started tempting me more than and more.
Underwear Chase became a frequent sight at habitation. For no reason at all, Chase would lounge about the apartment practically naked. Watching TV. Working at the kitchen table. And sluttiest of all - doing pushups, squats and crunches in nothing simply his tight sweaty briefs. And he was enjoying it; that knowing grinning became more than of a smirk as I visibly struggled with the heat he stoked in me. Chase had become a visual banquet of abs, pecs and bulge. In that location and so, I wanted to drag him into my den, tie him down to my tabular array and punish him hard for being such a self straight boy.
But that would exist letting Chase win. And you know me. I merely do it when they want to surrender.
My chance came once hire flavour rolled around again.
"Chase, can we chat about this?"
Today, for a bit of diverseness, Chase was actually partially clothed. He was wearing a baggy tank top cutting to prove some shoulders and a wink of chest, probably because he wanted to leverage on his body to ease my fretfulness while being modest for our word. Nosotros sat at the kitchen table. His optics were wide open like a begging puppy.
"You've been a great tenant, only this is the fourth month rent is coming in late."
Hunt chuckles nervously. "I'one thousand pitiful, man. Work hasn't been like shooting fish in a barrel. I hope, I'll get information technology in once my client pays united states!" He offers me a tiny grinning and a small shrug.
I knew that look for what it was. Chase was a deer lost in the wood. At present, information technology was my turn to smirk.
"Well. Why don't we negotiate?"
I had him where I needed. I leaned in and across the table.
"I think you have some idea of what I like doing with my guests. I remember, also, that you might be interested. Why don't nosotros make a bargain?"
Hunt looks stunned. How the tables take turned; my voice deepened as I corner him in my hunting ground.
"Clear your Saturday. I'll put you through a session, and in return I'll write off your rent for the month."
Chase is overwhelmed. My boys' strangled howls rumble in his mind. He seems to grapple with the consequences of his chronic thirst trapping. Merely he'south considering information technology. Coin is money, his eyes say as he pulls them back into himself. And then, as he opens up again, he glances dorsum at me like a curious puppy. And, behind that initial shock, I can see that he wants this as well. He licks his lips and shifts in his seat, as though making infinite downwardly there to let something grow bigger.
"What do you mean by session?" He'south practically getting hard in his optics. He thinks this game is one he tin can swing to his side.
"Do you know what milking is?"
Five minutes later, we milk shake hands.
***
Ten o' clock. Hunt emerges from his room fully clothed. He'southward wearing sleeves! Maybe he's getting common cold anxiety, only the idea of lifting a thousand bucks off his shoulders sounds enticing enough for him to get naked for me. He's walking with his tail between his legs. He'due south tamed and timid now, simply information technology'll be the experience on my bed that will suspension him. All these boys who think they're the ones in accuse always become such a rude daze when they're all ruined and begging for mercy.
"Still up for this?" I enquire as my manus reaches for the door knob.
Chase draws a quick breath. "Yeah!" He lets out his tension with a chuckle. He puffs up his chest simply I can sense a scrap of fearfulness within. Now, I know he's exchanging his cum for money, just that doesn't mean he has to hate this. I give his arm a quick light smack.
"If you lot really need to quit, just say so. It's just two guys having fun."
Some very expensive, very wet fun. Reassured, Hunt nods once again, and the door to hell opens before him.
Chase'southward eyes widen like two total moons. "Oh, wow." In front of him is a large bondage bed with four posts and cuffs at each corner. To its side, a table lined with instruments for extracting every drop of him.
I pat the bed and strip him with my eyes. I've dreamed of payback for and then long.
"Well, you seemed really happy to tease me with your body. Why terminate at present? Become naked." My words are soft and slick like a natural language licking his neck. It takes all my willpower to not reach down and grope myself equally Hunt obediently strips for me. His trunk is so proud of itself, thick and lean like a wolf in its prime number. Soon, he shimmies downward to his underwear - tight cyan boxer briefs that hug his package like a loving hand.
Chase looks at me sheepishly. He'southward ever held the ability, been the 1 to entrain the eye. This is his kickoff fourth dimension stripping at someone'south command, revealing his torso for another person'south pleasure. At present, he'south only ane strap away from his nobility. Pleading.
I heighten an countenance.
"Bro, your hire's not gonna pay itself."
Chase chuckles and sighs at the same fourth dimension. He tucks his thumbs into his elastic ring and pulls it down to reveal a large thick erect that's but asking to be edged. What graspble size; such huge assurance. Looks like he took my communication to hold off from orgasming until we met for debt collection.
"Oh, man. That's a cute erect," I curiosity. Hunt chuckles and some of his studly conviction comes back.
"Like what you lot meet?" He quips. Heat seems to radiate off his trunk.
"Exist conscientious what you ask, boy. Now, climb on and allow'due south become."
Strapped down, his whole torso pulled open and defenceless, Chase looks so much more than impressive from a torturer'due south point of view. His delicate eyes and tousled hair, combined with that muscled body, makes him look so ruinable.
Standing by his side and gazing downwardly at him, I start reading out our contract.
"Okay, big boy. Hither's the bargain. I'thou going to jerk you off, and your job is to not cum. For each hour you hold your load in, I'll write off xx percentage of your hire. You become to cum at the end of each hour and walk abroad with that disbelieve, so hold information technology in until the fifth hour and you lot'll get all your rent waived. Only if you cum without permission at any time - fifty-fifty later on you laissez passer each hour - I'll charge you the full corporeality. Bargain?"
Hunt gulps equally the gravity of the chore becomes articulate to him. V hours of
selling his body and cum in exchange for money? He felt so used and degraded and the game hadn't even started even so. But he needed this; he needed to complimentary upwardly his wallet and he'd do whatever it takes.
"Yes. Deal."
Resigned, Chase grits his teeth and braces his abs for a proficient long day of clenching.
"Good." I grab my lube bottle. "Time to assist myself to the buffet."
I squeezed a stream of lube all over his chest and abs like syrup over pancakes.
Hunt blanches. That'due south how he'south feeling now: exploited, sexualized. Objectifed.
"Chase, Chase, Hunt. Whenever you paraded your body, did yous ever think you'd end up like this? Naked and used by your landlord?"
Every bit Chase recoiled at the touch of that absurd liquid, I gloated over how much fun it would be to destroy him. His big brown eyes winced and seemed to plead for mercy - but I hadn't fifty-fifty started! As I slide my hand upwards his abs, gliding against their sculpted contours, Hunt gasps hard. He trembles equally I spread the lube out over his torso, rubbing him all over like meat to exist marinated, then yelps every bit I detect my way to his nipples. Flicking 1 and rubbing slowly against the other, I laugh at his agony.
"Answer my question, boy." Non in a dark evil dom style, but a stronger dude laughing at a friend who lost a bet. Chase starts giggling.
"No." He winces.
"No, sir." I pinch his nipples and twist them difficult, and he yelps before breaking into even more than laughter.
"You're gonna get it and then, and so bad. And remember - don't cum."
I swivel 1 manus up his hard cock and Chase already knows he's losing.
"60 minutes one starts at present."
Each one of my boys reacts to my easily differently. Lawyer Dan is a stoic sufferer; Swimmer Scott is a shy shiverer. Chase hither is a giggler. He chortles as he thrusts up into my hands. "Oh, yeah, I'grand ready." His strong brows curvation and his loins flare with heat.
Cruelly, I pull my hands off and leave him thrusting into nothing as he makes footling yelps of demand. "Dude, come on. It's only been twenty minutes." I rest my slippery easily on his thighs.
"Wait, what?" Chase shoots in disbelief. I see the world sink in his eyes; he was realising, likewise late downwards the road, that this was a trial past molten fire.
"Aye. Do you want your rent cleared or non?"
"Ye... yeah." Chase gulps and pulls himself up.
"Yep who?" I exam, grabbing his dick and giving it a few quick pumps, almost pushing him over the brink for his rudeness.
"Oh, ah - yeah, sir!"
"Skilful. Be strong, male child. You lot can do it. Y'all're a tough straight male child, aren't you?"
For the side by side thirty-ix minutes, Chase thrashes and twists about on the bed as my hands jerk, rub and corkscrew around his dick incessantly. He screams and groans, simply most endearingly - he laughs. I express mirth in response equally well equally he gasps and pulls away, hustling and thrusting difficult for his pay. It was and so good to run across that he was also having fun.
Fifty-nine minutes.
"Alright, buddy. That'due south the first hr. Practice you wanna cum at present and accept xx pct off?"
Chase looked like a squeezed out paint tube. Thoroughly dishevelled, coated thick with lube and sweat. I could meet that struggle in his eyes between his will and his sexual activity drive. His body stretched tight like a rope in tug of war.
Silence. Sweat drips down his broken brow.
"Alright then. I'll permit you lot cum now."
Methodically, I pump away at his bloated dick. For a second, Chase'south confront relaxes in pleasure, ready to give in, but his conscience seizes him and he clamps back into action.
"Expect, end!"
My hands pause midway downwardly.
"I'll... I'll keep going. I wanna get information technology all." He said bravely, even though incertitude lingers in the corner of his eyes.
"Yous sure?"
He gulps and nods.
"Remember - if yous cum without permission you lot get nil." I accept to say this for his own good. He'due south so tender and ripe. I don't think he'll make it.
"Yeah. I'chiliad certain."
Never doubtfulness the resolve of a straight boy proving his erect'southward worth.
Well, it's his funeral. I grin like a frat boy about to give his pledge a adept time. "Happy to oblige."
Somehow, Chase makes it past hour ii. Merely this fourth dimension, he's a snivelling, weeping and convulsing wreck. Lying there covered shamefully in fifty-fifty more lube and foaming at the mouth with pain, I knew he wouldn't last much longer. From the way his erect throbbed with each bear on and leaped with each stroke, it was clear he was just one inch away from bursting the biggest load of his life.
I had to get him now. Attain into his decimated mind and grab onto his brain to wring it dry.
"You lot've washed and so well, Hunt. So much better than I expected." Hunt grimaces and writhes on the bed, looking annihilation but victorious. He looks like a tortured prisoner.
"I'll make you an offer."
Chase raises his caput as much as his restraints allow. His face up is a mix of agony and curiosity.
"I'll let you have all your rent back correct now... only only if I stop without letting you cum. Nosotros pack upwards and you walk away with a total wallet and total balls."
Instantly, Chase dissolves into a mess of sighs and groaning noises. It's the sound of a man totally broken and reduced to the raw essence of his sex activity and dignity. He whimpers and really really sobs. Imagine about iii hours of property your body right on the border of hell's peak... only to be told your terminal fashion out is to deny your central urge. Pure mental torture.
And here'due south where I fuck his mind then deep he becomes my bitch for life.
"Or. I requite you fourscore per centum off and let y'all cum correct now."
Chase shuts upward. He'south listening; that's two hours more he'southward earned. But what's the catch?
"But I'll milk yous until there'southward admittedly nothing left inside your balls."
It's an like shooting fish in a barrel choice. Without even because the pain involved in his decision, Hunt shoots right to the latter.
"I desire to cum. Please. I just want to cum. I'll do anything to cum." Chase mumbles feverishly, pulls weakly at his restraints. His mind is barely conscious, floating betwixt this world and the next.
Bingo. I make a big show of gratuitously lubing upward my already glace hands even further. "Chase, Chase, Hunt. I hope you'll savor this equally much as I do."
I border him a trivial scrap more just to make sure he's totally gone - my fists screw effectually his cock in different directions until I feel his prostate keen to the signal of no return. Two hours and l minutes of pure sensual torture.
Chase is finally totally gone. His eyes are zoomed out and he's lost his power of spoken communication. Now, dripping out limply onto the bed, he just moans and groans every bit his abs and artillery spasm in fourth dimension to my rhythm. Fourth dimension for reaping my reward. I zoom in on his cock and swollen balls.
"This is it, buddy. You earned it. Cum, cum!" I switch to a standard unmarried manus grip and selection up the pace, and Chase growls deep and strong like a charging bull. His hips buck and shoot like a rollicking cannon and his voice claws upwardly to a big scream.
"Argh, oh, yes! Yeah, Yes!"
And Chase roars, stabbed with a sword of hot gay pleasance.
Our stud blows a large load, and he does it gloriously. Large wet bursts soak us both with the sweetness of his cum, shots popping up so high they streak through my hair. Chase rocks and crashes repeatedly, over again and again, warm lashes coursing across his muscles and trigger-happy his pelvis apart with the sheer force of his orgasm. Never before take I seen a man and so totally spent, fully tuckered, splattered with the liquid of his shame.
"Oh, my god."
A whole minute afterward, Chase emerges from his trance. His eyes are withal misted over with the aftershock of that explosion.
I wait for his ass to land back on earth. And then, one time sense returns to him, plenty to register that hell lasts forever, I pick up his dick and wiggle it again.
"I remember there's more than." The cruelest judgement a milker can use.
Chase'southward abs snap like a snakebite, trying futilely to protect his tender trunk from me, but my ropes bind him downwards hard, defenceless against my hands. He has a seizure of sensations as my fingers squeeze and jerk, rubbing evilly and relentlessly over his cock caput as I rub and printing down on his taint.
"No, at that place isn't! Please, stop... argh!!!" he laughs and begs. He'southward laughing and so difficult he's crying. His muscles spasm uselessly, as well weak to resist but in too much pain to not. From his cock, I wreck his entire beingness.
"That was the deal, bro. I get to milk y'all dry. Man up and take it." Chase screams himself hoarse equally I pump and pump and pump. "And I certainly think there'due south more."
Drunkard on his suffering, I climb up onto his fractured body, straddling his trembling wet thighs to devote myself fully to the draining of my exhibitionistic slutty tenant. I gorge my hands on his chest and nipples, and I don't cease pumping until he's an inch away from fainting. He surrenders two more than loads in the next hour and finally cums dry out over again simply as the lord's day sets.
Chase crawls out of the den on all fours, his muscles wasted, his entire body dripping moisture and stinking of cum. That chain of 4 orgasms wearied his manhood so badly it felt as though a hole had been drilled into his loins. He doesn't emerge from his room for the next twenty-four hours.
Two months later, Hunt held off on his rent once more, and he resumed doing pushups in his underwear.
***
It takes a while, a wearisome weighted pause, before his next message comes in.
"How do yous want your rent?"
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Source: https://lusstspiel.blogspot.com/2022/02/do-you-know-what-milking-is-by.html
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