Balls on the Line contest 2
It?s been a while since I wrote about my experiences as a wealthy London businessman but recently a reader reminded me of my silence. So here?s an update on what happened after the evening I reported in part 1. Let me know what you think at suitedmike2@hotmail.co.uk and as a reward I?ll send you a pic of Mario to get your juices flowing. More to follow shortly.
As expected, I didn?t hear from Ken again. He was obviously too humiliated ? and his balls too bruised ? to want to repeat the experience. Pete joined my company as a salesman, and did pretty well at it, but when I suggested he might want to come down to my house and estate outside London for a weekend he politely declined. I guess once was enough for a straight lad like him, and he?d got the job position he wanted out of it.
But it was Mario I most wanted to lure back. He?d taken the evening in good spirit, and he?d done well by it to judge by his smile and the cash he was holding when he left. So when I went back to the restaurant where he worked a week later I was hoping he wouldn't also be reluctant to repeat the experience.
I needn?t have worried. As soon as I entered he came over to me, eyes twinkling and with a broad grin on his sexy Italian face that immediately made my cock start to stiffen in my suit pants.
?Hey, how are you doing, Sir??, he asked as he ushered me to a quiet table at the back of the restaurant.
?All the better for seeing you?, I replied. ?And how are your balls feeling??
Mario blushed a little. Fuck he was sexy. It was a warm summer?s day and he had his jacket off, revealing a tight white starched shirt that left little to the imagination, outlining his muscular chest. I stared hard at him, admiring how the sweat was showing under his armpits, and edging round the front of his shirt. I could even make out his dark nipples under the shirt material. I knew only too well how they were surrounded with curly dark hair that matted his chest and made a trail that extended down to his meaty cock and balls.
Then I rested my eyes purposefully on his crotch. Mario grinned again. ?My balls are recovered, thanks. It wasn?t so bad, though you gave me a hard punch that night. But some of your friends made up for it afterwards.?
?Yes, I saw you disappear into the bedroom with them?, I replied. ?So what was a straight stud like you doing in there, eh??
Mario laughed. ?Hey, you know we Italian guys are so virile. Sure, I like pussy, but when you get offered hundreds of pounds, well, I?m ?up? for it, if you know what I mean!?.
?Sure, Mario, I know what you mean?, I winked. I was thinking how I could suggest that he repeat the experience when he took the words out of my mouth.
?So, when do I get a chance to make some more bucks??, he asked. ?I need to go and see my girlfriend back in Naples but I don?t earn enough here to do more than pay the rent and eat. Nothing saved. It?s the same with all my Italian friends here, we love London but we don?t earn much ?
My cock, already tumescent at the sight of him, stiffened immediately at the thought of having Mario in my power again. Clearly he was game ? desperate even, to offer himself. So I took a gamble that he would go even further than before. His last words particularly excited me.
?Really, Mario? So how about you persuade some of your friends to join you for another evening at my place? Provided of course they are all as handsome and willing as you!?
Mario laughed loudly. ?Handsome? I guess they are, though I don?t think about guys in that way. But willing, I don?t know. And I?m not sure I like the idea of them all finding out what kind of things I was doing at your place?.
?OK?, I said. ?I leave it to you. But just as a little encouragement, I?ll give you 500 pounds for every guy you bring along, provided he?s as sexy as you. It?s up to you to tell them as much or as little as you like.?
Mario groaned. ?Hey, I don?t know, Sir. I mean would I end up having to do what I did last time, with my friends all watching as well??
?It depends, Mario? I smiled. ?Maybe you will be the one watching while they have to submit to me and my guests.?
Mario laughed again. ?Could be fun, eh Sir??
?Sure could?, I replied. ?So let?s make a deal. And just to make sure you don?t forget, rest your legs around the corner of this table.?
?What?? said Mario. But he complied. No-one could see what was happening ?we were in a corner and Mario had his back to the rest of the restaurant. He widened his legs a little and rested his crotch on the table top. His pants were a snug fit and I could clearly see the rounded mound of his balls underneath the zipper.
Just what I wanted. I picked up an empty wine glass form the table and pressed it down on his visible mound. Gently at first. Mario gasped, mainly with surprise. But he know what was coming. I pressed harder and harder, slowly flattening out the mound as I pressed the glass down on his balls.
?So, we have a deal??
Mario grimaced. Fuck he looked hot, and I could smell the sweet scent of his natural body mixed with his deodorant as I leaned in towards him, pressing on the wine glass with my whole weight.
?Fuck, stop, Sir, stop! Yes, yes, we have a deal?.
I smiled as I slowly released the pressure on his nuts. ?Good. Find me at least five guys- hot guys mind you - and we?ll set it up.
Mario was trying to look composed as he recovered. He was desperate to rub his aching balls but he couldn?t do that in the middle of the restaurant.
?You sure know how to be persuasive, Sir?, he answered. But he was smiling now. ?This could be fun.?
?Indeed?, I replied. ?And profitable for you. OK, I?ll come in for lunch on Friday and you can tell me how your recruiting is going.?
When I went back to work, I locked my office door and it took only about 10 strokes of my hard cock to cum at the thought of what had happened ? and what was hopefully to come in the near future. Hey, would you like to join us? Let me know?.
Mike