Fifty Shades of Ray … And Counting, Part V, Ball Torture
This last look at my kinky, darker side comes from my latest book, “The Czar of Wilton Drive.”
It’s the story of Jonathan Antonucci, a 21 year old, barely-out-the-closet gay man from suburban New York who overnight finds himself a multi-millionaire, thanks to a bequest by his late gay great uncle. Uncle Charlie has unexpectedly died of a heart attack, leaving him the sole owner of several of the most successful bars in Wilton Manors, Fort Lauderdale’s gay ghetto. Flying down to Lauderdale to claim his bequest, Jon encounters Uncle Charlie’s dubious friends and business associates, and is immediately submerged in Lauderdale’s scene of unbridled sex and heavy drugs. He also falls under the spell of humpy Gil, a total meth head, and manager of one of his bars, until he realizes that Gil knows more about his uncle’s untimely death then he’s let on. Jon is determied to learn the truth and lures Gil into his trap my promising another night of hot, heavy sex …
Gil had already mainlined by the time Jon walked in just after 8. He could tell by the sweat dripping down his chest.
“So choose your poison,” said Gil glibly, holding a needle up in one hand and the pipe in the other. Both of his hands were shaking.
“Smokin’s fine,” replied Jon, “but I wanna hold off a bit. You want this cock of mine nice and stiff, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” smiled Gil as he held the globe of the pipe over his lighter. “By the way, I’m sorry about the disappearing act last night. Some private business came up …”
“So are we gonna chat or are we gonna fuck?” said Jon, stripping down to nothing, his cock bouncing against his abs as his jeans came off.
“Boy, are you in a horny mood,” said Gil, surprised at Jon’s directness. “OK, so what kinda kink do you wanna get into? ” and he peeled off his black Andrew Christian underwear, the only thing he had on.
Jon moved up to within inches of Gil’s mouth.
“I wanna tie you up, then tie our balls up real tight and play tug of war before I fuck you.”
Gil quickly whipped out the cord and scissors obligingly.
With Gil half sitting on his air mattress, Jon started by tying Gil’s hands behind his back, then looped the cord around Gil’s big, droopy dick, and finally tight around his ball sac. But instead of tying the other end around his own balls, Jon wined the cord off the roll til he got to Jon’s closed bathroom door and tied the end securely to the doorknob. Gil was forced to raise his butt slightly off the mattress so his furry butthole was in plain view.
“What’s up?” said Gil, looking perplexed.
“Nothing,” said Jon, as he swung Gil’s balls, hanging high between his legs, back and forth a few times before he reached for the pipe and lighter.
“You know, why don’t we both take a hit? I don’t think just one will kill this, do ya?” said Jon staring down at his twitching cock, then back at Gil.
“Nay, Boss, it’ll only make you wanna stick it in me deeper …”
“You got that right,” said Jon as he held the pipe to Gil’s lips and let him take a few heavy drags, holding the lighter beneath the globe as he shifted it back and forth.
“Now kiss me like a man,” said Jon. He pressed his lips against Gil’s, but when Gil tried to exhale the smoke into Jon’s mouth, Jon pulled away and moved down so he was sitting between Gil’s furry outstretched legs and held the pipe just inches above Gil’s hanging ball sac that had turned deep purple.
“Ever have an accident with one of these?”
“What – what are you talking about?” said Gil nervously, his hands, still tied behind his back, beginning to go numb.
“Bet melted junk can leave you with a real nasty burn if you aren’t careful, huh?” said Jon quietly, contemplating his would-be target with a faint smirk.
“Hey Jon, don’t joke around …”
“Hell, Gil, who says I’m joking? You were with my uncle when he OD’ed, weren’t you? In fact, you were the one who shot him up, right?”
“What are you talking about?” said Gil defiantly.
“OD’ing on junk is what caused Uncle Charlie’s heart attack.”
“Where – where did you get that bullshit from?”
“My uncle’s death certificate,” replied Jon petting Gil’s hang-’em-high sac. “He didn’t like needles. And he wouldn’t gotten high in the first place unless he had a sexy stud like you with him.”
“How did – how did you know?”
Uncle Charlie left a lot on his PC for me to read, like all the shit you and he got into.”
Suddenly, Gil fest up.
“He – he had been usin’ ever since he got back from PA after Labor Day,” he stammered. “I figured he was getting immune to the shit like me. So when he asked for an extra heavy dose this time – I just gave it to him. How the fuck did I know …”
“But it wasn’t just the two of you wanting to get high when you fucked, was it? Somebody put you up to it – somebody wanted Uncle Charlie hooked like you, didn’t they?”
Maybe Jon was right or maybe he was totally out in left field, but he figured there was only one way to find out.
“What the fuck …?” said Gil, trying to squirm free.
Jon flicked on the lighter til the pipe globe that he held a few inches from Gil’s balls glowed.
“It’s a shame – I really did enjoy playing with those big suckers,” said Jon in almost a whisper as he squeezed Gil’s sac with his fingers.
For more about “The Czar of Wilton Drive,” and my other books, check out my author website, rpandrewsgayfiction.com.