Page 53 of Jack Frosting

I busied myself with minor chores in the kitchen and played on my phone until it had been almost twenty minutes. I was half-expecting to find him asleep, but he obviously heard me coming down the stairs. I found him standing next to the cross, feet shoulder-width apart, arms held behind his back, and his hard cock jutting out proudly from his body. I turned the fireplace on and adjusted the heat.

“Step over to the cross, facing me.”

One at a time, I strapped his arms and legs against the cross with the padded leather cuffs. Walking over to what amounted to an adult toy chest, I knew what I wanted – the weighted ball stretcher. I pretended to be looking for something to continue to increase Jack’s anticipation.

When I finally turned around, Jack’s gaze went straight to my hand. I walked over and knelt down in front of him to grab his balls.

Jack hissed and threw his head back.

“Keep your eyes closed. For now,” I warned.

The heat of the basement made his balls hang lower than normal, making it easier to encircle them with the thick, magnetic ring I had grabbed. Everything about him was bigger than me and I thanked whom-or-whatever had allowed this god of a man into my life.

Jack hissed again when the cold metal touched his sac, but remained still with his eyes closed – I checked.

“Good little slut.” I traced my finger up the underside of his cock. It was slick with precum. “How does that feel?”

“It’s…interesting, sir, but good. I can’t wait to cum.”

“I bet,” I said, chuckling. “We’ll get to that. Once I’ve had my way with you.”

“Yes, sir.”

I kept all my clothes on. Until I was ready to fuck him, I wasn’t going to expose myself. It would enhance the imbalance he must be feeling, completely naked, all tied up, and with no control over his own pleasure.

“You can open your eyes.”

He tried to look down at his balls, but obviously couldn’t see at that angle.

I grabbed the riding crop next and made a show of it in front of him, hitting my palm a few times, letting the noise echo through the room. Without warning, I slapped him gently on the thigh causing him to flinch, but when I moved it slowly up the inside of his leg towards his tight sack, he groaned out loud. Restrained by the cuffs, he had nowhere to go. He was flexing almost every muscle in anticipation of my next move.

His chest was my next target, and I dragged it downwards over his abs. Instead of caressing his straining cock with it, I went to the side and further down to his tight balls. With each gentle pat, he flinched, so I changed it up and rubbed the end of the crop over the stretched skin.

“Ugh, please.”

“Please what?” I asked.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“That’s not what I mean, sir.”

SIXTEEN

JACK

I’d only been tied up one other time, though that wasn’t the only irresponsible sexual episode of my teenage years. I could’ve been a statistic if the guy had been a creep, but I wasn’t thinking of personal safety at the time. I was young and horny and I wanted to get my dick sucked.

That time, however, was flat on his bed. The cross was an entirely different experience. It was also enhanced by my relationship with the man who was currently caressing my balls with a leather riding crop.

The ball stretcher was a surprise, but almost everything involving Clayton had been. I tensed up as Clayton leaned down.

“Fuck!” I bucked as much as I could with my restraints as soon as Clayton’s tongue licked the head of my aching cock. Every time I clenched the plug moved inside me, brushing my prostate. I had no idea why I hadn’t cum all over the floor yet.

“Be a good boy and hold still. You’ll get more than a lick.”

“Sorry, sir. It just felt so good.”