The following is one of my fantasy's, although I would like it to become reality one day (if any masters are reading this). I guess I don't know the meaning of the saying "be careful what you wish for"! Feel free to let me know what you think at cur_ious_66@yahoo.co.uk
I rang the doorbell to let him know that I had arrived. The door was to have been left off the latch so when I gently pushed it, it opened. I went in and closed the door. There was a chair and table in the hallway. A blindfold and some instructions lay on the table.
Following the instructions, I stripped off and placed my clothes on the chair. I put the blindfold on and stood in the middle of the hallway. This was my first time in this sort of situation and I was shaking like a leaf.
I heard someone come into the hall and, taking my hand, he led me through another room, up some stairs, into another room and then we stopped. I was turned around and gently pushed back. The back of my legs touched a bed and I instinctively lay down on it. I was pushed and pulled into a spreadeagled position on the bed. My wrists and ankles were then bound to the four corners of the bed. Above my own heartbeat I could hear him breathing.
I flinched as his hand touched my balls. As requested, I'd shaved them that morning. He rolled round one of my balls, then the other, gently squeezing them in the process. He then lifted my cock away from my body and held it in his hand. Slowly he massaged it until I was completely hard. My foreskin still covers the head when I'm hard and he'd been careful not to expose the head.
He left the room. Everything went quiet. My erection kept subsiding then growing again at thoughts of the "main event" to come, the reason why I was here. I was getting more nervous each time I thought about it. To fantasise is one thing but here I was, stretched out, blindfolded, tied and helpless in a total strangers house and the fantasy was about to come true.
I could hear some movement downstairs then eventually heard him coming upstairs and back into the room. I could sense him standing by the bed then suddenly some stinging nettles were pushed onto my balls, rubbed in then taken off. It took a few seconds for the pain to kick in but when it did I yelled out in agony. I had never felt anything like that before. Never did I envisage that nettles would be that painful. Why did I agree to this? My whole body started to sweat. He repeated the process. This time he rubbed them in for longer. I was writhing around and crying out long before he took them off me.
After a few minutes I had calmed down. He picked up the tip of my cock in his gloved hand, and held it away from my body. It was then that I realised how hard I was. My erection actually ached. With the other hand he ran some nettles up and down the shaft. The stinging sensation was unbearable. The most intense pain I've ever felt. He kept pausing for a few seconds, obviously changing the nettles before resuming the torture. Eventually, he let go of my cock and left me writhing around in agony, soaked in sweat and my heart beating the fastest I think it ever had.
After a few minutes he repeated the whole process, concentrating on my balls first then my cock. Then he stopped for a while, then started again. I lost count of the number of times he did this but eventually he stopped then left the room, leaving me time to calm down.
Things were getting worse now. The initial stinging had gone, but I felt raw and very itchy, which isn't good when you can't move your arms. I knew that I'd be itching for days after this.
He'd left me on my own for quite a while and I'd calmed right down (as calm as I could be) before he re-entered the room. That was the most intense session I'd ever had (the worst and the best at the same time) so I was glad the worst was over and I'd soon be untied.
He ran his hands over my cock and balls, squeezing, feeling his handiwork then began to stroke up and down, massaging my cock. Well, after tha pain has to come the pleasure. I was rock hard again.
He slowly peeled my foreskin right back to totally expose the head. The cool air on it was a welcome relief. Picking up the pace, he was Stroking faster and faster and I was on my way to exploding.
All of a sudden, he stopped stroking, kept my foreskin held back tight and with the other hand crushed some nettles right into my exposed head. Oh my god. I really wasn't expecting that and if I hadn't been tied down I would have been climbing up the wall. The pain was intense, excrutiating. I was thrashing around and crying out loud. All to no avail.
After a few seconds more he took the nettles away. Then they were back. This time he squeezed tightly and rubbed them all over the head. As before, he repeated this process a few times. I was in absolute agony. Then he let go of my cock completely. After letting me take a few seconds breather, he used one hand to crush some nettles back into my balls, rubbing them all over while with the other hand he wrapped some nettles around my shaft and began stroking again. The nettles kept hitting the exposed head. Faster and faster he stroked, more and more I was thrashing away until I felt an orgasm rise up from deep down inside and I erupted. Spurt after spurt came out and he kept stroking until he'd milked every last drop out of me. Then he let go, leaving the nettles wrapped round me. My whole cock and balls were on fire.
After a short while, he removed the nettles then used a towel to clean me up. He untied my ankles then my wrists and helped me up. Standing there, he ran the towel all over me, soaking up the sweat. I was then guided back downstairs to the hallway. I heard him leave the hallway and close a door. That was the cue for me to remove the blindfold, get dressed and leave. Taking the blindfold off I looked down. My cock and balls were swollen, very red, covered in bumps and as itchy as hell. I couldn't wait to put a hand down there to give myself a comforting rub. Unfortunately that wasn't the best move. As soon as I touched my balls it only made the pain worse. I got dressed (pulling up my underpants was certainly no fun), opened the door and left, walking down the street like John Wayne.
The whole walk home was agony and I was glad that I could spend the rest of the weekend at home, naked, so that my cock and balls weren't constantly being rubbed by underpants.