Kolby

Author: fuego
Title: Kolby
Date: 16 July 2007

Jason pulled up to the valet stand in his black Range Rover third in line on Friday night. Reservations were for 9 pm, but he knew they wouldn’t give his table away. Damn, there was a new valet guy tonight….fuckin hot….probably in his early 20s, short black hair, 6’ tall, thin, goatee with the hint of a tat, mostly covered by the parking company’s white polo. Jason’s eyes stayed riveted on him and his dick lurched a bit in his jeans and he could feel the slime at the end against his abdomen. There was no room in these jeans for underwear and even less for a hard cock. Great, hot boy grabbed the Lexus in front of him so who did he get--- fucking fatty – his stale fat boy sweat would probably rank up the Rover. Dammit.

Dinner was typical – Tina met him there and probably drank 1 ½ bottles of the two red zins they ordered. Feeling a little buzzed, Jason headed out to the valet stand and turned in his ticket. It was mostly deserted since most everyone had left by midnight…..this dinner had turned into a goddam event. The Rovers lights swung across the porte cochere and Jason walked towards the drivers side door extending a five to the driver. Lucky day, goatee boy was driving instead of fattie. “You can keep your money faggot, have a nice night.” What the fuck thought Jason. The back of his neck got hot, but he knew he was a little drunk and got in and slammed the Rover into drive. At the light, he looked over onto the passenger seat, to see a bottle of lube, the lube he bought at that bookstore on the way to the restaurant sitting accusingly next to the “I guess you’ve been found out” big ass dildo he couldn’t resist. Shit shit shit. No wonder goatee boy was such a lttle bitch. He scrutinized the valet tag when he saw the big red letters. “Dear Rich Cunt” was splashed across it in a printed scrawl. “Nice ride-thanks for loaning it to me. I hope you had as much fun at the restaurant as me and my bitch bois did riding around. Come by any time you’d like to loan it to me again…..by the way, we figured out how to use the DVD player….and I kept the unmarked one you had stashed in the dash. I was really charmed by your pathetic ‘please fuck me harder’ yells and I wanted to make a few copies. Thanks again, Kolby 813-555-1212.”

Jason couldn’t stand it any more by Tuesday and finally dialed the number only to hear the standard greeting…”you have reached…” “Umm, I am the guy with the Rover, you left me a note last Friday and … ummm… I think you have my DVD. Gimme a call.” Not bad, he wasn’t completely capitulating to this punk. This was all a bunch of bull shit anyway. Fuck it. Jason’s phone vibrated. He tugged it out of his suit jacket. It wouldn’t be too obvious to view one little text message during the staff meeting, after all, he was only here to support the HR dude, who everyone lovingly referred to as Dogbert.
“u r not getting your DVD back”
“c mon man that’s pretty low taking my shit I can have u fired for what u did”
“why didnt u already do that bitch and who gives a shit I fuckin quit the day u came by and gave me your dvd”
“what r u talking about”
“u can call the cops or whoever u want bitch and 50 copies of your acting debut will appear at mosaic tomorrow”
Dammit. Goatee boy had not only taken this but totally gone through his car and of course, found his business cards and who knows what else. Jason tried to think if he had any mail in there that day.
“listen u cant do this shit to me man”
“you got your laptop in front of u”
“yes”
“log on to your AMEX account”
Jason remembered what else was in the car Friday as he scanned the charges. ABC Liquor $238, Abercrombie $589, Neiman Marcus $1,107, Nordstroms $258, Cheesecake Factory $462 (must’ve been a big group), Pulse $776, Arrghhh!
“listen you little fuck, I’m canceling this card right now asshole”
“hahahaha first of all you need to speak to me with some respect and I would not suggest that you compromise my extended shopping spree I really don’t think you’re prepared to handle the repercussions of that”
“Don’t you agree Jason,” Dogbert’s voice cut into his thoughts.
“Excuse me gentlemen, but something has come up.” Jason shut his laptop and headed out of the conference room.
Back in his office and somewhat calmer, texting “okay, you win, what do you want”
No response.

By Thursday Jason was so edgy he almost dropped a 40 lb weight when his phone finally vibrated. Answering “yes” he heard Goatee boy’s voice, “how ya doin?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“I need a place to crash tonight man, leave your key under the mat.”
Trying to stay calm, “listen tonight is not good, let’s meet up and talk.”
“You don’t get it do you? I am staying at your place tonight. You leave the key under the mat and the keys to the Porsche on the counter. You got it cunt.”
Jason took a deep breath. “Okay.” Of course Kolby had the address.
Click.

Jason raced home from the gym and trick proofed the loft. Mail, bank statements, financial stuff, all went into his briefcase and he password protected his PC and then rushed off to the office. At 6:30 pm he pulled into his garage seeing the Porsche parked where he left it and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. He walked inside. All looked totally in order. He headed upstairs pulling off his tie and taking the stairs two at a time, opening the door to the master suite to see spread out across the floor, the unused contents of his secret drawer – which basically amounted to every conceivable fetish toy he had purchased to use on his pain pig ex, Carlos. Leather harnesses, dildos, ball gag, cock gag, tit clamps, rope, leather shackles, chain, tape, hoods, ball stretcher, weights, sounds, the whole nine yards. And there in the leather wing chair by the fireplace sat Kolby, with a sardonic grin, shirtless, poured into some hot ass distressed jeans in a halo of smoke sucking on a joint. Dammit this punk was totally fucking up his life and his stupid cock couldn’t help but lurch in his suit pants.

“Nice little collection of shit you got here.”
“You can’t go through my stuff and you can’t stay here.”
Kolby touched the remote and the flat screen clicked on to the sound of Jason’s moans and a great view of his tongue swiping across a pink asshole.

“Take off your fuckin clothes and come over here.”
Jason pulled out his cuff links and put them on the dresser, pulling his shirt off and reached down to get rid of his loafers. His fucking cock betrayed him though as it plopped out half hard and he yanked down his slacks. He crossed the room as Kolby stood and walked to him. Kolby leaned in and whispered into his ear, “now you listen to me cunt, you don’t walk over here like you own the place, cause you don’t anymore got it and although I am not as tall as you, never fucking look down at me.” Kolby’s hands locked onto his biceps and he moved really fast taking Jason completely by surprise. One second he was processing this whole thing and the next he was writhing on the floor clutching his nuts as raw pain seared up into his gut. “On your belly.” Jason rolled over his arms beneath him, both hands still clutching his ball bag. With a knee in his back, Kolby yanked one arm behind him, then the other, crossing them and winding gray duct tape tightly around his wrists, on down to his hands, completely encasing them and totally immobilizing his new toy.

I felt completely helpless and vulnerable as Kolby roughly flipped me over onto my back and placed his knees on either side of my head. I clamped my mouth closed and turned my head staring defiantly at his sly smiling face. He got up off me and left the room. Well that worked. I just lay there sweating ‘til the gleaming tips of a pair of new boots, still having that nice leathery smell appeared next to my head. I heard some rustling as Mr. Cocky seated himself flat on the floor, his crotch and thighs framing my head with his legs extending down either side of me. He pulled my head up so the back of it was resting on his hard cock and I felt the huge belt buckle and heard him tearing off a long strip of tape. He lifted my head and I relaxed as I felt him fumbling to get a hood over me. Oh fuck no, it’s not a hood but a goddam garbage bag. I jerked myself upward and twisted but he was too quick as I felt the tightness of the tape around my neck. I took a deep breath so I could yell sucking the thin plastic into my nostrils and open mouth. Kolby stood up over me and I stared at him, chest heaving, and rolled over to the night stand, pushing my head against the sharp corner. I snagged the thin plastic on the intricate carving and yanked, tearing a hole in it and gasping a deep breath. “Now would be a good time for you to get my cock down your throat. In fact I would highly recommend that you do that immediately.” Kolby sat down and leaned against the wall and I rolled back and planted my face onto his dick jamming it deep into my hot wet mouth, tonguing him good like my life depended on it. And it did.

I lost track of time but energetically continued the sucking encouraged occasionally by some hard pinches on my nipples. It was difficult to move my head since I didn’t have the use of my hands but my new ruler was very helpful in that respect, perhaps forgetting himself in the heat of the moment and graciously using my hair as a handle to pull me up, and off and tug me back down on what I had to admit was his beautiful, sweaty, tasty uncut cock, slimy now with my spit and pulsing with need. I was rock hard and humping the floor ready to beg to eat his cum and working hard in anxious anticipation of getting my first taste of this man’s hot funky spunk. He pulled me totally off and I whimpered a little bit, sticking out my tongue and looking up at him. “Please, please, sir let me taste it more, please I need it, don’t take it away.” Again the grin. Still on the floor, he moved around behind me, pulling me to a kneeling position. I angled my ass as best I could as his hot meat slid between my cheeks and he pushed down on the back of my neck ‘til my left cheek was flat on the floor, arms still locked behind me, and his hands gripping my hips tightly. I felt his slick head wedge my hole open and with some in out motions and a few slaps on my ass I soon felt the delicious tap of his balls on my taint and he rocked himself closer to filling me up with his spunk. Goddam this dude was hot and fuck yea, he can have the car, just fuck me like this every day. He sped up and the rock hard cock got impossibly hard pistoning in and out, and then there was a deep hard thrust which I felt in my ribs and the wet warmth of his cum inside me. I couldn’t help myself and without a touch, or a tongue or mouth my cock started spurting into the air, as the delicious sensations in my hole totally overcame me. Kolby yanked his cock out of me, “what was that all about whore. I don’t really recall telling you to cum. Did I fuckin tell you to cum? No. You don’t get to cum you stupid bitch. I guess I forgot to tell you, but you need to be on edge for me, and you need to hold that nasty shit back and keep it inside you. I’m not here to entertain you am I?” He grabbed my hair and spun my entire body 360 degrees pulling me towards the four poster. Then pulling my ankles he positioned my legs on each side of the leg of the bed. Using some cord that was laying in the pile of toys Kolby worked on my balls, tieing each one separately pulling the sack skin really tightly so one was pointing far right and one far left. Then he looped the cord pulling them back together, leaving a couple feet . This fuckin really hurt. “I really would like for you to remember the Bitch Doesn’t Get to Cum Rule, because its very important so I’m going to help you to never forget it.” My legs were straight out in front of me, the bedpost in between them. “Dig your heels into the floor and arch your back upwards,” he said as he pulled me up by my hips ‘til my ass was about a foot off the floor and I tensed my washboard to hold the position. He tied the dangling ball cord to one of the carved recesses in the post and stepped away. I wished I hadn’t worked my calves yesterday cause I already felt the strain there as I tried to maintain a perfect bridge to keep my balls from getting yanked off. I saw him come back into my range of vision with the black lube bottle. Well maybe he was gonna edge me for a while or something and make this bearable. He knelt down by my left ankle, pulling it off the floor as I struggled to shift my weight to the right to keep the pressure off my nuts. I looked at him questioningly as he massaged generous amounts of lube onto my foot and then I realized why as he let my foot down and it skidded across the hard wood, making me lose my balance and drop six inches. Pain ripped thru me and my eyes bugged as I stared at my stretched boy nuts amazed that they could extend this far from my body. “Beg me to lube your right foot.” Fuck that. I didn’t say a word. Kolby reached for my balls in slow motion, placing his thumb and index finger around the narrowest string encased part and slowly squeezed inward and upward.
“Please put some on my right one.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
“Please put some on the right.”
“Please what?”
“Please sir.”
“What do you want me to do again?”
Agony.
“Please sir, put some lube on my right foot too, sir”
“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”
“Yes sir, I’m sure, please do it right away, please sir, please put some lube on it, I’m begging you.”
“Well okay if that’s what you want but you know its gonna be real hard to keep your weight off your balls.”
”Yes sir that’s what I want.”
He finally stopped the squeezing and moved down to fulfill my request.
Shit shit shit fuck dammit.
I found that if I moved my feet in towards my body one at a time, then tried to apply pressure to them, that they would slide forward slowly, dropping me slowly down ‘til I felt like the skin around my purple balls was gonna break, but just as it got to be too much I could move one foot inward and hoist myself back up. Only this was getting more and more difficult because my sweaty back started sliding at the same time and beads of sweat were dripping into my eyes. Kolby sat on the bed casually flipping through Details while my playing the DVD of me begging for some black dude to fuck me in between sucking out some hairy hole.
“So, do you think you’ll remember not to cum next time?”
I remained silent, eyes closed focused on shifting my feet.
I opened my eyes to see Kolby laying his side on the bed aiming his semi limp cock at me. A hot stream shot out hitting me right in the middle of my chest as he adjusted his aim into my nose and mouth.
“Answer me when I ask you a question you little cunt.”