Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 13:35:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Craigslist S&M

As with all of my stories, this takes place in a world where protection is
not needed.  We don't live in that world, so play safe.

Comments and suggestions are always welcome - harryrod575@yahoo.com.

You can find all of my stories if you click Authors at the top of the home
page and select Prolific Authors.  Then look under H for harry rod.

have fun

harry

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Craigslist S&M

The key was in the location he had indicated, and he was on the bed as
promised. The music was on, and loud, and it was the correct type of
music. He had managed the gag, blindfold, and restraining of every thing
except one wrist.  I quickly fastened that restraint to the post, and set
about examining the man.

He had posted an ad on Craigslist, asking for someone to use him.  He
listed things like whipping, hot wax, clamps, cutting, binding, to name a
few.

I had answered, and provided him with a list of questions to answer.  They
were very detailed, intimate questions about him and his sexual experiences
and desires.  Also, he had to include pictures of himself naked, from all
angles, hard and soft.

I could see his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, showing his
nervousness.  And glancing at the artery in his throat, his pulse was
pounding.

As soon as I touched his wrist, his dick had sprung to attention, and it
throbbed in counterpoint to his pulse.  His balls were already tightening
up against the base of his dick.

He was a fit 46 year-old grocery store manager.  He also had a smattering
of hair on his chest, under his arms, and at his crotch.  I knew his ass
crack was hairy as well.

With his arms and legs stretched out, spread eagle, it was easy to see the
definition of the muscles in his arms and legs.  He wasn't an Olympic
athlete for sure, but he wasn't a putty couch potato either; he obviously
got some sort of exercise.

I reached out and pinched one of his nipples very hard, and he gasped
through the gag, and tried to twist in his restraints, but they didn't
provide him much room to move.

I laughed at his response as his dick jerked, and a pearl of precum formed
at the head.  Oh, he was eager, alright!

I brought out my iPod and headphones, and placed the headphones over his
ears, and started up the playlist.  It wasn't anything particular at this
point . . . just loud music (classical) so he couldn't hear what I was
doing.

I wanted every touch, every smell, every taste to come at him unexpectedly.
He would not know when to expect something, or be able to anticipate what
was going to happen next.

I took a firm grip of his balls, and he again gasped through his gag.  I
gently squeezed them, and slowly began to build the pressure.  As I
increased the pressure, his whole body tensed, and he tried to move his
body away from my hand, which was, of course, not possible.

I continued on until I saw tears in his eyes, and then I gave one final
squeeze and released his balls.  His dick had deflated, and I knew he felt
like he had been kicked in the nuts.

I ran my hand along his ass crack, and forced a finger into his hole.  It
came out clean.  He had followed instructions, and had cleaned himself out
with several enemas.

I patted his upper thigh, to let him know that he had done well.  He nodded
his head.

I brought out some wooden clothespins and laid them on the bed; I wanted to
have them readily available as I needed them.

I took one and applied it to his left nipple, and he inhaled sharply
through his gag.  That made me wonder if he had been truthful when he said
he had had lots of experience with nipple clamps.

I knew that if a man was new to it, you had to get the skin behind the
nipple while you were toughening them up; otherwise, you could be seriously
injured.

I applied one to the other nipple, and he went through the same process of
panting around the gag.

I touched his dick, and it sprang up again; he had a nice flare to the head
of his dick.  I took another clothespin and clamped it on the left hand
side of that flare.  The panting became more intense.  As long as he was
enjoying it, I applied another to the other side.

He could twist his head, and he began to thrash about.  We had established
trust, though we had no safe word.  He was totally at this stranger's
mercy, and accepted that I would not harm him.

I took one more clothespin and placed it right across the piss slit of his
dick.  He really tried to move his legs then, and tightened up his arms as
much as possible, but it didn't result in any lessening of the pain.

In my experience, if you got all tensed up and fought the pain, it was
worse.  But if you went with it and kept your cool about it, it wasn't
nearly as bad.

Reaching up, I batted the clothespin off of his left nipple.  I knew how
much that would hurt . . . more than the application of the clip, as the
blood rushed back into the nipple.

I let him respond to that before batting one off the side of his dick.  His
body convulsed on the bed.  I saw a sheen of sweat break out on his upper
lip.  I wanted his body drenched in sweat by the time we finished.

I swatted the one off the head of his dick, and waited before doing the one
on the other nipple.  He was left with only one on the flare of his dick
head.  I let that stay longer than I had the others, so he couldn't time
when I would flick it off.

Finally, I did, and he jerked on the bed.  It seems the last one is always
the worst.

I took out some clothesline and tied a loop of it around the based of his
cock and balls, like a cock ring.

I laid out the butt plug and salve, because I wanted the next part to go
quickly.  I liberally applied the salve to the butt plug and pushed it in,
all in one quick thrust.  While he was dealing with the shock and pain of
that, I quickly applied a thick coating of the salve to his balls and dick,
and then began to tightly wrap the rope around the whole thing, first the
balls and then the dick; I wound it very tightly before tying it off.

When the heat of the Bengay hit, it overwhelmed him.  The gasping and
pleading through the gag was intense, as was the struggle with the bonds.
Bengay on the dick, balls, and, to a lesser degree, the hole, make them
feel like they are on fire; that they are blistering, and that irreparable
damage is being done to them.  And a man will do anything, and promise
anything, to make it stop.

And the fun part is that there is nothing you can do to make it stop!
Wiping it off doesn't get rid of what's already burning, and washing it off
only seems to make it worse.

So the only thing to do is to last through it.  And there isn't any damage
at all; it just feels like everything is blistering.

I saw the tears streaming down his face, as he fought the restraints and
the pain.  I watched as his body and mind fought with the sensations that
were overloading his nerve endings.

Just as I knew the heat would be reducing, I untied the rope and pulled it
off in one fast pull.  This only caused the heat to activate again.  But
his dick never lost its rigidity.

I pulled the butt plug out (it was a nice thick one, shaped like an 8"
dick, but with a nice narrowing at the base, and then the flair to keep it
from getting lost inside), applied some more salve, and pushed it back in.

After untying the loop from his balls and dick, as I knew the heat would be
subsiding, I batted his dick around, not so much to hurt, but to keep the
heat going.

I put on a pair of leather gloves and used them to caress his balls.  This
sensation of the leather, and the warmth from my hand, would be new and
different, and would make him wonder what it was.

After fondling his balls until a pearl of precum again formed in the piss
slit of his dick, I stopped and removed the butt plug from his ass.

His dick was swelling and throbbing.  I took just a dab of Bengay and
applied it to the shaft below the head, and began to slowly masturbate him
while the salve went to work.  The mixture of pain and pleasure would
confuse his mind. It would also get him to associate pain with pleasure.

This was just the first step in the process to get him desiring pain so he
could feel the pleasure.

As I saw his dick swell and his nuts tighten up, I stopped.  To edge so
close, and then be denied, was very frustrating.  It would only be the
first of many times that it would happen.

He would be crying and begging for me to let him cum before we were done.

I took his balls and encircled them with one hand and, with the other,
flicked one finger out, popping his balls with a quick shot.  I heard the
gasp, saw the stomach pull in, and his dick soften.  I smiled.

I used the gloved hand to play with his dick until it was hard again.

Next, I got out the candle he had requested I use, lit it, and watched his
face as he caught the whiff of sulfur from the match.  His whole body
tensed then.

I let the first drop of hot wax fall right on the piss slit of his cock.
Unlike the Bengay, if this was done incorrectly, it could cause a blister.
But I had held it about six inches above his dick.  It was hot, but it
didn't burn.  Then I proceeded, drop by drop, to coat his whole dick, pubic
hair and balls, with wax, until there was a nice waxy sheath over it all.

I watched his dick bob and swell, while I dripped some on his sensitive
nipples.  It had turned him on, and it was pushing his buttons.  I saw his
cheeks puffing in and out, and he fought to get air in his lungs after
hyperventilating through the application of the wax.

I let him set like that for a bit.  Then I brought out my mini flogger.  It
was just perfect for whipping the wax off.  The point wasn't to create
pain, so much as it was to get the wax off in a unique manner.

Of course, he flinched, especially with the first few applications.  He
couldn't help but flinch when it came into contact with his balls.  And
getting the wax out of the pubic hair was always fun, as well!

One thing I would do at another point was to use a ruler and do a constant
soft tapping to his balls.  If you continue this for several minutes, the
pain builds up equal to getting kneed.

I let his dick rest for a couple of minutes while I stripped.  I watched as
he waited.  I knew it would be going through his mind that I might have
left . . . and left him restrained, and possibly left the door unlocked,
and maybe even open.

I could tell, as his breathing quickened and his hands twisted, that the
possibility was running through his mind.  Maybe I had called the fire
department or the police, and they would come and find him this way.  I
knew that the panic could set in, based on our prior discussions.

But I had promised not to do that, and wanted him to trust me.  I did let
him wrestle with the idea for a bit longer, before climbing onto the bed to
straddle him.  I could hear him sigh, through the gag, with relief.

I held the headphones away from one ear and said, "I am going to remove the
gag; don't say a word. Understand?" He nodded.

I reached around and undid the gag.  He licked his lips and swallowed
several times.  I knew he was working the dryness out of his mouth; he
wouldn't have to do that long.

I placed the head of my semi-hard dick on his lips, and he sucked the head
in, and went to work on it.  He had said he loved sucking cocks and
swallowing up the cum.  So I figured he would slurp it right in.

But I relaxed and let the flow start, and began pissing in his mouth.  I
held on to his nose, causing him to keep his mouth open and swallow, if he
wanted to breathe.  Once he started swallowing, I released his nose and
just fed him the piss.

When I was done, I leaned forward and let him really work on my dick, until
he had it nice and hard.  It is cut and seven inches, but thick.

Once he had begun working on the head, I leaned all the way over and pushed
my dick all the way down his throat, until he began to thrash to get it
out, to be able to breathe.

I pulled out and he gasped for air, and mucus clung to my dick.  I leaned
in and forced it all the way down again, continuing to push his limits.

After that, I just let him work on my dick until he was able to drink down
all of my hot cum.  He was slurping and oohing and awwing as he got every
last drop.

I raised the earphone and leaned down, and whispered, "Good boy."  He
smiled, and I was sure that he probably had tears in his eyes from the
praise.

I fastened the gag again, and climbed off of him. I let him stew with the
inactivity for a while, so he could again wonder if I was still there, or
what I was planning next.

I took an elastic contraption I had made, and attached it to his balls.  It
started with a ball parachute that pulled the balls to the bottom of the
sack; then I had an elastic cord attached to the parachute.  This I used to
stretch out his balls, as I attached it to the bottom of the bed frame.  It
wasn't as tight as it could go, but he would definitely know that it was
there.  I strummed the line a couple of times, increasing tension and
causing vibrations as well.

While he dealt with that, I brought out a set of Asian nipple clamps.  They
were the kind that the more you pulled on them, the tighter they got.

I attached them one at a time, and pulled up on the chain, so he could feel
the increase in pressure.  I left the chain lying on his chest while I
prepared for the next step.

I took out a clear plastic sleeve, lubed it up, and slid it over his rigid
cock.  Then I began to slowly stroke him with the sleeve.  I knew that he
would be dealing with the desire to cum, and the pain of the ball
stretching.

His balls would not be allowed to draw up to the base of his dick, as they
had before.  And I only used gentle pressure on the sleeve, so that it was
not as intense as he liked it.  He had told me that he used a very tight
grip and fast stroking to get off.

He arched his back up into my ministrations, attempting to get more
stimulation.  In the process, he increased the tension on the ball
stretcher.

I kept up the slow gentle stroking for at least five minutes.  He was
thrashing his head back and forth and pulling on the restraints.  He wanted
release, and fought to get it; but he was not to have it at this point.

This was just another edging session.  During the session, I would pull on
the chain on his nipples, increasing the pressure and pain.  So, once
again, I was mixing pleasure with pain.

When his precum was flowing copiously, and the head flaring, I stopped; and
that was even more frustrating for him.  He was begging me through the gag
to let him cum.

I jerked the clamps off his nipples, which gave him something else to deal
with, while he fought the pain.

While he did, I got the next step ready.  I used alcohol swabs on his
nipples, and I knew the evaporation of the alcohol would send chills across
his chest.  The smell of it would hit his nose, as well, and he would be
wondering what was going to happen next.

I had practiced the next step several times, before doing it on a guy for
the first time.  I had done it now on several men, and had the process down
well.

I took out the sterile pack and opened it . . . all the while he was trying
to anticipate what was coming next.

Quickly, I took hold of his left nipple with my left hand and squeezed it
tightly, and then pushed the needle through.  The pain would be intense,
and while he dealt with that, I readied and did the same on the right
nipple.

Now he thrashed even more, and that would, of course, increase the tension
on his balls.

Once he had become accustomed to the pain, I flicked each needle so that
the pain would reinitialize.  Again, I could tell that the gibberish coming
around his gag was pleading that it would stop . . . but his dick was still
rock hard.

I gripped his cock and stroked it with a tight grip, and a couple of fast
strokes.  The pleasure washed through his body, mingling with the pain.  I
knew that he would be crying in frustration, as he struggled with the
pain/pleasure conflict.

I released his cock and it throbbed, and precum leaked down the shaft.  I
smiled.  He was getting so sexually frustrated.

I released his balls from the stretcher, watching his cheeks puff in and
out again, as he fought to restore balance in his body.

After letting him sit for a bit, I moved down to his feet.  I ran my finger
along the sole of one foot, setting off the ticklish refex.  He tried to
jerk his foot away, but I was on to the other one, repeating the process.

I unhooked his feet and he wiggled them to stimulate circulation.  Then I
pulled his feet up, and brought his knees to his armpits.  I used the ropes
I had precut, to run one behind his knee and up to the headboard.

Once I had finished, his ass and balls were totally on display.  I saw his
hyperventilating, as he fought his fear of the next thing that was going to
happen.

I used a different butt plug, and just slightly larger. I lubed it up, and
again rammed it in.  He drew breaths in rapid succession, as he dealt with
the pain.

I brought out a stiff leather paddle.  It was about two inches wide, and
very firm.  I used it to begin tapping his balls, all in a gentle tap, tap,
tap. After a minute or two, the constant tapping had built up to an intense
pain for him.  He tried to move his ass left or right to get out of the way
of the paddle; but, of course, that didn't help in any way.

I let it build up for a while.

Then I started using the paddle on his ass with stronger swats . . . ones
that caused his ass cheeks to jiggle until he tightened them up.  Now he
would have to keep them tense for as long as I used the paddle; this would
tire him out faster.

I looked over and saw the sweat beading on his brow now.  His arm pits were
now wet, as well.  He was well into the session, and it was getting him hot
in more ways than one; his dick had gone soft from the ball batting.

I stopped paddling him, to fondle him and bring him back to his rigid
state.  Then I gave him a tight-gripped set of strokes, that brought him
back to wanting release.

When his precum began to flow again, I went back to applying the paddle
with nice, intense swats.  I moved up and down the back of his thighs, and
alternating cheeks.  His dick stayed nice and hard, and he reveled in the
pain and punishment.

I started swatting the flared end of his butt plug, causing nice jolts to
his ass and prostate.  He grunted through the gag, as this happened.

And completely without warning, I gave a nice pop to his balls.  He gasped,
and raised his ass up off of the bed.  That took a great deal of strength,
with the way he was bound.

His dick rapidly deflated, once again.

I pulled out the butt plug with a quick tug.  His hole gaped open, and,
while it was, I quickly inserted a cold, steel dildo into his ass.  He
clinched tightly around it.

I attached the lead, that came out from the dildo, to the machine I had
pulled out.  Then I turned the dial, and the dildo began to vibrate in his
ass.  I watched as the vibrations stimulated his prostate, and his dick
began to respond.

If I increased the vibrations, and continued them long enough, I could make
him cum.  Right now it was just edging him, and pushing him closer to the
brink.

Once his dick began to leak, I turned off the machine, and pulled out the
dildo.  I let him sit like that while I went into the kitchen.  I came back
with a bowl of ice cubes and began pushing them into his ass.  His ass
trembled, as I forced them in.  He was clinching his hole tight, but I
continued to force the cubes through the stricture and into his gut.

The cold would be attacking his prostate now, providing a whole new
sensation.  His dick throbbed and bobbed . . . his body would be trying to
work between pain and pleasure, once again.

I moved up on the bed behind him, and slid my rigid dick into his hole in
one quick thrust.  I let him adjust to that, before proceeding to quickly
begin fucking his ass.  This was not for his pleasure . . . it was for
mine.  I didn't care if he got off on it or not; I wanted a quick cum.  His
hole was nice and tight, from clenching down on the ice cubes.  The ice in
his ass added additional stimulation for me, as well as pushing them deeper
into his gut.

I pumped fast and furiously in his ass, before delivering five or six
blasts of hot cum into his ass.  I pulled out, and, again, his hole was
gaping, as he gasped and sputtered, recovering from the rape of his ass.

I removed the needles from his nipples now, to bring a new set of
sensations to his body.  I applied alcohol and then some Neosporin to the
nipples, and then applied a small bandaid.  This ministration would cause
its own set of sensations.

With his ass still exposed, I now went to work on it with a fervor. I was
making serious red marks on his ass, and he was trying to get out of the
way.  It didn't matter, and I really tanned his ass and his hole.  I left
his balls alone this time.

He was breathing raggedly through his gag, again, but his dick was still
hard!

After his butt was giving off a nice, warm glow, I stopped.  I released his
legs, and brought them down and restrained them again in the spread-eagle
position. I didn't give him a chance to uncramp his legs, and he fought me,
as I restrained him.

At this point, I wrapped my hand around his balls, and began to work on his
dick again.  I alternated between taking him to the brink, and applying
pressure to his balls.

It got to a point where he was staying hard while I punished his balls.
His mind was now completely fucked up, and got him to where he needed pain
to achieve pleasure.  After several sessions like this, he would not be
able to cum without the application of some kind of pain.

After 10 minutes of this process, I took him past the point of no return,
and let him shoot.  His blasts shot up in the air to two to three feet
above him, and then splattered back on his chest and stomach.  It was
probably one of the greatest orgasms he had had in a long time.

I kept stroking, though, taking him past the point where his dick became
super sensitive, and got him, once again, thrashing to get away from my
hands.

Finally, I released his dick and began packing up everything.  He was
gasping around his gag, as he came down from the orgasm.  There was now a
nice sheen of sweat across his body.  I knew that the evaporating would
again bring a new set of sensations to his body.

Once I had everything packed up and ready to go, I released one hand and
quickly left, before he could remove his gag and say something.  I wanted
it to be totally anonymous.  As far as he was concerned, it could have been
some stranger who found the key and came in and used his body.

I smiled as I got into my car.  I would be eager to see his e-mail after
this was all over, and see if I had met his desires that he had listed in
the ad on Craigslist.