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One of my fantasies at the moment is to go back to a guy's room,
and he's not very tidy, leaves his dirty clothes all over the floor.
I can see a cast off pair of underpants, and just can't take my eyes off
them - I wonder if he's spotted this. I'm wondering what they're like,
how many days has he been wearing them, do they smell of his sweaty body?
He sees what I'm doing, and picks the pants up, and holds them in front
of my face, so I can get a good look at them, and gently hits me with them.
He's taunting me, going on about what a dirty boy I am to fancy another
guy's dirty pants, how only he can decide what happens to them. It just
sends me to heaven when the pants hit my face.
He asks if I'd like to be kinky and wear them (if only he knew how
much), how a dirty boy like me should be wearing dirty pants. OK, he says,
you can wear them if you do something for me. Yes, I say, wondering whether
he'll want me to play with his body, massage him, or even do something
menial like cleaning and tidying (on my knees even). I was really hoping
that he'd want me to sort his clothes out, going through all the dirty
pants, sweaty T shirts, smelly socks, well worn jeans and so on. I would
gladly have done that.
Completely out of the blue, he says "I want you to blow up some balloons
for me". I'm startled, more because of the surprise than anything else.
I would of course gladly blow up balloons for him, all night if possible.
To have a hunky guy instruct me to blow up balloons is my idea of delight.
But, I wasn't going to let him know how much of a pleasure the balloons
themselves would be for me. I figured I might as well get as much out of
this scene for myself as I could. After all, there was the prospect of
wearing a hunky guy's pants, and if I played my cards right (let him get
me to blow up yet more) I might get to keep the pants as well.
So, I looked at him, rather non-plussed, as if I didn't know what he
wanted with the balloons, and he started to get impatient, and annoyed.
"You must know what balloons are, you must have played with them when you
were a kid" he growled. I could see that he had to be really careful, if
he pushed it too far, he wouldn't get his balloons (if only he knew how
much I was looking forward to it). But he knew I wanted to try on the pants,
so he carried on. "If you want to wear these pants" (hitting me on the
face with them - and they did feel good) "you'll have to blow up some balloons
for me. Ten balloons, and you can put my pants on". The words 'you can
put my pants on' aroused me. I just love putting another guy's pants on.
I gave the appearance of reluctantly agreeing, so that he thought he was
getting value out of the situation.
I was wondering what he was going to do with the balloons, when he
produced a bag of them, quite a large bag, he obviously took his fetish
seriously (mmmm.....) and pulled out a handful, and then a few more to
make up the prescribed ten. "Now get blowing" he barked. As if I needed
any encouragement. I picked up the first one - a red balloon. They looked
like 12 inch ones, not the ones that you get in any high street shop, he
must have gone out specially for them. "What's up, have you forgotten how
to blow up a balloon, a puny little kiddies' balloon? Get blowing at once!!"
So, I started slowly, wondering if my twitching cock was giving me away.
After a few breaths, the balloon was about half size, and I could see a
big smile appearing on his face - he was really enjoying it - I wonder
how often he got another guy to blow up balloons for him. He had that really
pleasured look of erotic satisfaction on his face: I realised how much
he really wanted this. Now I was in charge of the situation - he desperately
wanted something from me!
I leaned forward so that the surface of the balloon was nearly touching
his face and gave it a big breath of air. He must have felt it touch his
face as it grew bigger, because he backed away slightly. He must be smelling
the latex, it was so close to his nose, the tension of the rubber was matching
the sudden tension in his expression. Now who's scared, I thought to myself.
So I blew up the balloon a bit more, a few more breaths as big and long
as I could manage. He couldn't take his eyes off the ever expanding balloon,
that was so close to his face. I wondered what he was going to do next;
I wondered if he'd gone off the idea of ten balloons. I certainly hadn't
gone off the idea of wearing his pants!!
Suddenly he regained his composure; he stood up and lorded it over me. "Don't
forget, dirty little balloon boy, you're blowing up these to get my
pants. Just you do as you're told!" I found it such a turn on being called
a dirty little balloon boy. He was right of course, but what he didn't
know, was that I was proud of it. He picked up the pants, and flung them
at my nearly fully inflated balloon. I caught a brief sight of the white
fabric of the pants as they collided with the balloon, with a so satisfying
'boink'. The force nearly knocked the balloon out of my my mouth and hands,
a sight that clearly delighted him. "don't you let go of that balloon,
ot there'll be trouble!" I wondered what form this 'trouble' might take,
though I desperately didn't want to lose hold of this balloon; I was enjoying
it too much. I had this red balloon that a hunky guy was forcing me to
blow up, I was going to get to wear his pants; and I could see that the
balloon was starting to get to him. I reckoned that I could get a lot out
of this situation, and it's one that we should both do again and again.
I carried on blowing; once again, I wondered to myself what he was
going to do with the balloons when I had finished blowing up the ten of
them. (I was wondering whether to offer to do fifty balloons to keep the
pants - it'd take a while, but the reward for me would be well worth it!).
I'd blown up the balloon until I thought it was ready. The neck well inflated,
but still enough of it left to tie. I figured that I'd tie the end off,
and proudly present it to him, as a gesture of my subordinance, a job (hopefully)
well carried out by his 'dirty little balloon boy'. I still couldn't fathom
out what he was going to do next.
I didn't have to wait long. I was just about to take it out of my
mouth, and hold it in front of me to tie the neck, when he commanded forcefully
"keep that balloon right there, don't move at all. I mean it, don't move
at all." He got up from his chair opposite me, picked up the pants, held
them up and stretched them out for me to see, and remarked "only another
nine more". Dropping them disdainfully to the floor, he came and sat down
beside me on the couch where I had been sitting ever since we'd made the
agreement of balloons versus pants.
He had such a menacing look in his eyes that I didn't dare do anything
else except sit absolutely still, balloon still in my mouth. I really thought
that he was going to be mean, pull it out of my mouth, let it fly across
the room, and say that it didn't count towards the quota. Yes, that'd be
how he got his kicks, that'd be how he'd control me, and prolong his pleasure,
making me perform endlessly to reach my goal. Mind you, I didn't let on,
I'd happily blow up balloons for this guy all night long!!
I still didn't dare move. He remained sitting near me for a while,
me still wondering. Then he reached behind him, and turned round with something
between his finger and thumb. I'd guessed it now. It was a pin. This guy
was going to burst my balloon. (I so wanted him to that I nearly smiled
in anticipation. He sat there, with this pin a distance away from my tight
red balloon. He'd finally given his secret away. This was how he got his
final pleasure - to rapidly destroy all my hard work in an instant. I'm
sure I saw his cock quiver in anticipation. So this guy had a balloon fetish
the same as me. He had a pants fetish the same as me. He loved being in
charge and telling me what to do. What more could I want??!!
He was trying to wind me up "Yes, I'm going to burst your balloon with
this pin; there's nothing that you can do about it. You've just got to
stay still and watch me do it". He really had me under his spell now. The
thought of this butch guy sitting beside me, holding a pin close to my
hard red balloon was sending me wild. I just knew that he was going to
bust that balloon, right in front of my face; that hard red balloon was
going to go bang, and my hunky man was going to do it. He started to move
the pin towards the tight round surface of the balloon, slowly, but very
decisively. I wondered if I sensed a shudder in his movement, as he anticipated
the sudden bang. Oh, it seemed to take so long, his hand moving slowly
towards the balloon, slowly but continuously. I knew he was getting close;
my cock was trapped inside my underpants, as hard as a rock. Normally,
I'd reach in and rearrange it, but I couldn't move now. Partly, I'd been
ordered to stay still, and also I was absolutely transfixed by what was
going to happen.
I could see his face get screwed up as he held the pin very close
to my balloon. He was scared of what he was going to do. But he couldn't
back out now. He'd made it plain what he was going to do, and couldn't
lose face. I was scared too, but I knew how much I was going to enjoy it.
Really enjoy it!! Suddenly, he pushed the pin into the balloon, and it
burst with a loud and pleasureable bang. I was left with the neck of the
balloon still in my mouth, and he looked partly relieved, and also very
happy. He said " Well done, dirty little balloon boy, you and me are going
to get on just fine". I'd realised that somewhat earlier, but it was nice
to hear him say it out loud. "Only another nine to go, and you get to wear
these pants", he said picking them up and showing them to me yet again.
I would happily go through that another nine times!! "Good boy, ", he said
"now let's see you in your pants, get your fucking clothes off right now".
So there was me sitting in this guy's house, only wearing my pants,
blowing up balloons for him to burst."Now you know that you're not going
to tie them off, you can blow them up even harder for me!!" Those words were music to my ears,
and an invitation to my cock!
If you enjoyed this story, let me know!
And if you have an idea how chapter two should run, give me your suggestion!
