Ball Buds 02

Early Saturday morning, a text dingled my phone.

'Rise and shine, butterfingers! Ready to rumble?'

I looked out to see Toby pulling up beside my Jeep. He hopped out and grinned at me through the window. I waved and shot off a text, even though I could have just opened the door and spoke.

'That didn't even rhyme, poet. Did you confuse your muse?'

I saw Toby grin at my bad attempt at wordplay. He pecked at his phone.

'My rhyming is better that your origami, bossman. That pitiful giraffe...' He popped in an emoji of a long-necked shape that resembled a deformed giraffe.

'An ostrich.' I responded.

'No known animal. Must be a new species.' He sent back.

'Get your species in here right now. Don't make me come out there!'

He bounded up the steps to my door., making a show of ringing the doorbell and waiting like he was the Avon lady. I yanked open the door and yanked him inside, wrapping him in a hug so tight he squeaked like a muddled mouse.

"Missed you, man," I said cleverly.

"Missed you more!" He gazed at me with his seaside eyes, melting me to my middle. I kissed him then, long and deep, until we were forced to pull apart to draw breath. "Let's go for our hike, and do things we like," he quipped, steering me toward the door. "Hold up! I gotta grab my stuff." He helped me haul the load out to my Jeep. "Better be some butter in here, buster." "Tongue twisters, too, poet?" "Hidden talent," he teased me. "One among many," he smiled mysteriously and hefted my pack outside, leaving me to haul out some smaller items and foodstuffs.

We headed back to the same campsite we had used last weekend. I had left the tent stakes in place that I used to tie Toby down, and I was planning to use them again. For now, it was the easiest way to get a good stretch on Toby's sack, and it facilitated wrapping his rawhide laces easily, while providing a handy way to dry them in the sun. I noticed he had begun a good tan from our last excursion. Nice.

We reached the trailhead and hiked in, Toby pleading for the butter up his butt and a bottle of my piss to sip on once again. I accommodated him with both because it made my dom gene jump, but I had some new ideas for him once we reached camp.

We reached our site and set up quickly. It was nearing lunchtime when we finished, so we got busy fixing some food and finding out what the other did with his past week. When the coffee was ready, I poured us both a mug. I handed Toby his and carried mine back to my camp chair.

"Stand up and strip," I told him. He was sipping his coffee, but he set it aside and pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it down. His crop circles around his nipples were still well defined, but had stubbled up a bit. I'd shave him again later, but now, I wanted to see his balls and check how his laces had behaved. He shucked his shorts and briefs quickly and stood before me naked and natural as anything.

The blue bow I had told him to leave on was a bit worse for wear, no doubt scuffed by his underwear and his jacking off of his impressive cock. His pubes were still stubbled and would grow back slowly if I allowed him to keep them. I planned to keep them short for awhile.

I moved closer to look at his laces. They had shrank a bit more and hugged his sack snugly. They had hardened into a stiffer tube, keeping his balls firmly down. But Toby had been applying the leather conditioner as I had instructed, so the tube was somewhat flexible, supple, but tightly gripping him. The rawhide had darkened to almost the same color as Toby's tan skin, so they were not so noticeable.

I reached out and took him by his trapped balls, feeling that bushy hair and pulling him toward me. I kissed his silly blue bow and licked my way down the rawhide to his dangling nuts.

"Preview," I told him, "For when they slide into your mouth." He twitched as my mouth enveloped his hairy, exposed jewels. I wet them well before extracting them, slurping their musk into my mouth, tasting the essence of him.

"I want you to cream my coffee, poet. Jack off and squirt it in my cup. Go ahead. I wanna watch." Toby grasped his balls first, fingers collecting my spit that I had left behind and sucking it off with an exaggerated slurping noise. I smacked his nuts lightly.

"Get to it. Our coffee's getting cold." He grasped his cock and began stroking, pumping with power and urgency. I fondled his balls while he worked, urging him on occasionally with a well-placed tongue.

When he grew close, he moved over my coffee mug and I rubbed the globes of his ass as he shot creamy rope after creamy rope into the hot liquid. He gasped, squeezing every drop into the cup, then handed it to me for approval. One big glob had landed on the rim and I used my tongue to wipe it away. "Not gonna make you stir it with your dick," I grinned up at him evilly. "This time, anyway."

I took a big slug of the creamed brew, smacking my lips at him. He retreated to his own cup, looking like he wanted a taste of mine. I nursed it, though, enjoying the taste and texture of his load as I drank. "That could get to be a habit of mine," I warned him. "Caffeine and cum. What better combination could there be?"

He stared at me, gauging my mood. "Maybe caffeine and piss, boss. Would you let me have a little of yours in my mug?" I was amazed at how much he liked my piss to drink. I had meant it as a one-time frolic, but it seemed I had created a monster.

I stood and let him unzip me and pull out my uncut cock. He held his cup under me, my foreskin dangling almost to the level of the liquid. He squeezed me until my piss began to flow, then he released my cock, and golden juice began streaming into his cup.

I cut it off quickly, but he urged, "Just a little more, please, boss?" and I trickled a bit more in before pulling back. He did that stretching thing to my foreskin that so fascinated him before tucking me back in my shorts and zipping me up. He was still stark naked. He leaned over his cup, inhaling the steam that rose from it like it was a sweet perfume. He took a big mouthful, swishing it around like fine wine before swallowing. "Uuummm," he sighed, "nectar from the gods," dipping into the mug for more.

After that, I tied him down to the waiting tent stakes. I got his blue ball gag out just for kicks and fitted it on him, strapping it tightly just to be naughty.

As I tied his balls, I pulled the tether until he squealed in protest, then a bit more, just in case he was faking. Toby had been using the elastic skin cream, so his scrotum and groin was soft and supple. The stretch had exposed a bit more of his sack above his dried rawhide, so I got another fresh lace out of my pack and began wrapping it the same way I had the first ones, securing it as before. I was just able to get the whole lace wrapped.

Once again, I slathered him with sunscreen and shaded his face, giving him water occasionally. While he roasted in the sun, drying and shrinking, his new lace beginning to grip and mold to him, I teased his underarms, making him wiggle and twist.

After awhile, I went to my pack and got my blade razor and shave gel and cleared his crop circles of stubble, getting them smooth as silk. I tweaked his nipples and bent to suckle them, laughing as the grew erect under my tongue. I fetched my pack and drew out some clothespins.

Toby's eyes widened and he squirmed and tried to scuttle away. "Going somewhere, hoss?" I asked innocently. He grunted and whined around the gag. I knew how much clothespins hurt on your nipples, so I had secretly sprung the wire springs on these so they would not grip as painfully. But Toby didn't know that. Nor did he need to.

I leaned over and sucked a nipple until it was hard, then pressed open a pin and let it close on his tit. He yelped and flexed his pec, trying to throw it off, but it remained, pinching him a bit, but not as much as he was thinking. I repeated the process with his other nipple, extracting another yelp and wiggle, Toby squirming like a caterpillar, attempting to dislodge the pins.

"You're wearing 'em for twenty minutes, sport," I informed him. "Try to wiggle some more stretch into that sack, will you? It's not near long enough yet." While he was muttering and twitching, I untied his blue bow and tied on a fresh one. It looked perky in the sun on his greased body, and I took a phone photo for us to enjoy later. While he stretched, I took out a tape measure to see the distance from his balls to his mouth. "'Bout twenty-eight inches, Toby. But we'll do thirty to be safe. Your nuts'll hang to your ankles, scout. Plus, it'll give you some dick swinging room."

The butter in Toby's ass must have been melting in this heat and I hoped it was slicking him up for a good fuck. It had worked wonders last time, but I wanted him untied and able to enjoy it more this time. After his laces firmed, I could free him for some fun frolics.

"Twenty minutes almost up," I told the still-twitching Toby, "unless you wanna go for thirty?" I teased, eliciting much head shaking and pleading sounds from behind his mouthball. After a bit, I removed his clothespins, kissing each pinched nipple and soothing it with my tongue, licking the entire shaved circle. I dabbed some aloe oil on each to smooth and cool them, and Toby relaxed and tried to say 'thanks', but it came out muffled, making me laugh.

I let his laces firm a little longer before untying him. I helped him up and gave him a good backrub and a good cockrub. His balls hung just a bit lower, so we were making some headway.

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We washed in the creek again, soaping each other and splashing like kids at a water park. We both stayed naked for supper and cuddled on a blanket near the fire. No marshmallows this time. Darn.

As the flames died, I pulled him up and led him to the tent. "I want you to fuck me, poet. Like you've never fucked anyone before. I want to feel the rasp of that rawhide on my taint when you're pounding into me. I want you to come so hard, your cum will squirt out my nose. Can you handle that, scout?"

"No prob, Jace. Get your hankie ready."

"After that, we might explore your butter butt and see what's happening with it."

"Promises, promises," he sighed, as we laughed our way to bed.

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I tied Toby early the next morning, strapping on his gag and giving his sack a little extra stretch. His laces needed a bit more shrinking to hold secure and the sun was already warm. Toby was beginning to sport a deep tan from his time in the sun, helped along with the sunscreen. Unlike me, who had never been much of a tanner, usually just freckling or turning red.

This time, though, I stripped and lay beside him, playing in that magnificent mat of hair on his chest, twisting and plucking and making him jump. I loved being able to tease him.

Moving lower, I idly began flicking his captured balls with my thumb, earning a tiny 'eep' with each flick from Toby. "I heard once that, in the old days, captives were tied up with fresh rawhide and kept in the sun till the hide shrank and crushed their limbs or even cut them off. Or their privates." I landed a firmer flick on his testicles to make my point.

Toby raised his head, evaluating me with his wonderful seaside eyes, looking worried. "I suppose we could try it with your cock," I suggested, grasping his member and fondling it to hardness. He grunted, shaking his head emphatically. I pulled a rawhide strip from my pack and tickled his cockhead with it, sliding it over his groin, making him quiver.

"I read on the web that a fresh strip like this can crush a can as it dries, scout. Reckon that's true?" I asked innocently as I grabbed his cock and made a nasty squishy sound as if his prick had imploded.

Toby moaned and writhed, and I acted like I was going to start wrapping the lace tightly. He wailed behind his blue ball, and a look of real fear entered his eyes. I straddled him and sat on his stomach. I reached behind me and freed the lace, waving it as I fist-pumped in victory. "Psyche!" I laughed. "Just kidding, poet."

He looked relieved and put out at the same time. A sly look lit his seaglass eyes and, unbelievably, his tent-staked hand flexed and shot me an unmistakable bird.

"Oh, ho, wanna play rough, do we?" I plopped my weight down, my bare butt grinding into his stomach, causing his breath to whoosh out. I reached to tickle his hairy armpits, holding him down with my body, afraid his thrashing would tear his balls off or cause him to choke. He tried to giggle, but his gag held back most of it.

I relented and climbed off him, digging in my bag. I emerged with the two clothespins and he stopped laughing quickly. I crawled over and hovered the clothespins over his nipples tantalizingly, acting like they were helicopters coming in for a landing like parents do when trying to get their toddlers to eat. I made silly buzzing sounds while Toby's eyes pleaded with me to have mercy.

Just as the pin grazed his nipple, I diverted and swung it up and pinched it on his earlobe, followed by the second one on his other ear. I knew that wouldn't be very painful. "New earrings, poet? They even match your outfit," I complimented, ruffling his chest hair.

While he considered his fashion choices, I returned to my pack. I came back to him with a bottle of blue nail polish, the kind with flecks of glitter in it. I showed it to Toby, grinning while I unscrewed the top and pulled out the little applicator brush. "Just your color, hoss. Matches that ball and bow of yours." I dabbed a bit of the polish on the end of his nose. "Now, let's see where this will look the best."

I started painting his left nipple, brushing the polish on the peak and spreading it to cover his alveola, then did the same to his right one. The wet liquid glistened in the sun, the glitter becoming more evident as it dried.

"A good look, Toby," I admired. "Funny, I've heard of a blue-tit bird, but never a blue-tit Toby." I chuckled at my wit, and Toby guffawed behind the mouthball. "Was that a guffaw, my friend?" He was trying to grin, but the gag was impeding it. I tickled his nearest armpit, making him guffaw again. "I do believe it was, hoss. Let's have another," barely swiping his pit with my finger. He guffawed louder.

I moved on down to his testicles, where his ball hair sprigged wildly. I touched the polish brush to just the end of several sprigs, adorning the tufts with blue tips, glittery and gorgeous. "Salon would have set you back megabucks for that frosted look, pal. Good thing you've got me instead." I poked him in the ribs, leaving his ball hair to dry in the sun.

Moving to his feet, I painted one toenail on each foot, proving I was playful as well as artistic, then went up and painted one fingernail on each hand, one of them being the offending bird finger. I snapped a shot with my phone so Toby could admire his glittery additions while they were still fresh. They might get worn away by the end of the weekend with our frolics.

Before untying Toby, I slid beside him and grasped his cock. He began to stiffen and leak, precum gliding his shaft like diamond drops. I licked them away, savoring the taste. Toby's gorgeous green eyes followed my every move, and he gurgled and groaned, unable to urge me on.

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, tucking the tip underneath the rim of his mushroom cap, slurping and sucking, swabbing it with my spit and sliding my lips down his shaft as far as I could. I let it slide out of my lips with a pop like a cork and began stroking him, jacking him off while I gazed into his bottomless eyes.

I moved my hand slowly at first, then more rapidly as Toby groaned harder. He began straining, not at his bonds, but raising his hips and thrusting tiny thrusts because of his ball bondage. His feet scrabbled as I stroked, bringing him to the brink, letting him settle, then bringing him up again, this time allowing him to finish.

Cum fountained high in the air, one glob landing on his blue mouthball. Toby kept groaning as creamy ropes of cum decorated his chest hair and one energetic squirt even landed on me. After several such jets, his cum began to pool on his stubbly groin, almost hiding the short hair there.

When he finished jerking and twitching, he watched as I leaned over and lapped at the puddle anointing his pubes, coating my tongue. I touched it to the tip of his sensitive dick, wilting now, and scrubbed my stubbly cheek against his cock, making him squeak.

Relenting, I returned to the puddle and slurped it all up, swallowing the creamy goodness, then licked my way up his stomach, pausing to clean his chest fur with my tongue. lingering in the deep valley between his pecs, where a great gob had jetted, then grooming his glittery blue nipples from the sperm-drops that adorned them.

I finally moved up to his mouthball, that blue barrier that held back so much, and tenderly licked his jizz from it, making sure to smear a little on his stretched lips for him to taste. Reaching behind his head, I undid the straps and slid the gag aside, kissing him like the lover he was, my cum-coated tongue sharing his essence with him.

I removed the clothespins and untied him and helped him to a seat, fetching him water and massaging his shoulders while he drank. "Don't know if my balls will ever make it to my mouth, bossman. But they sure are happy right now." He pulled me down beside him and kissed me deeply, and, all the while, buttery fluid trickled from his waiting, wanting asshole.

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Our final fuck that weekend was a moonlit one. Toby led me to a patch of soft grass, where he begged me to fuck him to the moon. We lay under a sky spangled with stars and I caressed his entire body, nibbling on his neck and his earlobes where the clothespins had pinched. His lips parted for my questing tongue and we played touch and retreat until we were both quivering with desire.

"I need you, boss. I need you now." I raised his legs to my shoulders and moved my throbbing dick to his slick opening. No lube needed when his ass had been marinating in the butter I had inserted before.

I pressed just the head inside him, letting it pop back out. My short cock didn't allow for too much play, but these small, slow thrusts felt like heaven. Toby writhed under me like he was still staked down. "More, boss, more," he gasped, but I teased him a little longer with my popping fucks.

Finally, I slid my whole length into him, his greasy tube pulling me in fully and firmly. I almost came then, feeling him shudder. I managed to hold back, leaning over to lap at his navel and wipe down his treasure trail on his stomach with my saliva. The sight of him splayed under me in the moonlight, blue nipples glittering in the glow along with his blue-tipped ball hair sent me over and I shot a monster load into him as his ass milked my dick until it grew soft and I slid out.

His fingers found my flexible foreskin, slick with cum, and he stretched it easily, sensing I was sensitive there. His finger dipped inside my skintube, collecting the cum left behind, and he transferred it to his mouth, licking like a kid with a lollipop.

I reached for a tube of lube and greased his magnificent cock. He lay looking at me questionably, and tried to sit up. I pushed him back down and straddled him, guiding his lubed cock to my ass.

"Boss, I...er...wait..." I sat down suddenly, sending his big boner all the way up me. We both gasped at the unexpected sensation and I waited a moment before I began to move, raising and lowering, impaling myself on his hardness.

Toby picked up my rhythm and began thrusting, coming up to meet me as I slid down. He began groaning gutturally, and I knew he was close. "Fill me full, poet. I want to feel you come in me." He obliged me with a final thrust, and I felt him fountain into my depths, shaking and shuddering, his cock exploding with spurts that felt like a Roman candle shooting fireballs into my lubed tube.