First, I unpacked the Victoria Secret shipment, and wouldn’t you know-there was box-after-box of lace panties, thong panties, and sheer, bikini panties. I swear, my prick was stiff for three-straight-hours.
When lunch-time finally arrived, my balls ached, and my head was spinning in a fog of sex-crazed, passion and desire. My briefs, which had dried from Danny’s semen, were now soaked with my own pre-cum.
Twice, I almost lost my fight with self-control and gave in to my urges to masturbate. The only thing that stopped me was the sales ladies were taking inventory, and were in-and-out of the stockroom too often to allow enough time for me to relieve myself.
The afternoon was no better: a shipment of Dreamgirl babydolls and chemises arrived. My prick was hard and dribbling pre-cum for another three hours. I convinced myself this was a test from God, and that I needed to be strong, and vigilant against my urges.
Luckily, I worked the last couple of hours unpacking and stocking perfumes and cosmetics; keeping my mind and body occupied with something besides lingerie.
I’d never been so happy to see a workday come to an end.
“Did you enjoy work today, Sweetheart?” Danny asked as soon as I climbed into his car.
“I-um…it was okay,” I answered. It still bothered me when he called me ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Sweetie.’
He didn’t make a move to start the car so when I glanced at him, and saw ‘that look’ in his eyes; I became fearful and immediately tried to rectify my mistake.
“Oh, uh, yes, Darling-work was fine, Darling,” I said.
He continued glaring at me.
NOW WHAT? screamed my mind. WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME? Oh, yeah…
I slid over on the seat until I was close beside him. He smiled and kissed me on the lips.
“I missed you, Sweetie-did you miss me?” he asked.
Oh my God, this guy is relentless…why is he doing this to me?
“Yes, Darling-I missed you very much,” I said to appease him.
“Did you think about my hard penis today?” he asked; his eyes boring into my skull.
My face flushed red. “I—uh, yes, Darling-I thought about your hard penis today.”
I read the expression on his face to mean: Well?
“Yes, Darling,” I continued. “I thought about holding your hard cock-stroking it, holding your balls and stroking your hard cock until you came…I love the feel of your penis and balls in my hands, Darling.”
And there it was-I wasn’t just saying it…I realized I meant what I said-it was the truth!
He smiled and kissed me again. I felt relieved and happy when he started the car, and put his arm around me.
“Sweetie, perhaps you’d like to hold my balls on the drive home?”
HUH? IS HE SERIOUS?
“…if you ask me nicely, maybe I’ll let you do it.”
OH MY GOD-THIS IS CRAZY-WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?
It was all-too apparent he wasn’t going to start driving until I did what he wanted.
“D-Darling,” I said; my voice quivering and small. “May I please hold your balls for you?”
I couldn’t believe his response.
“Now why on earth would you want to do a thing like that?”
Tears filled my eyes; they stung. My face burned a glowing-red. My prick was hard as a rock inside my briefs, but worst of all, I knew I had to answer his question.
“I—I love the feel of your balls in my hand, Darling-please let me hold your balls for you-please?”
“You may,” he said. “Be quick about it!”
“Thank you, Darling,” I said as my trembling fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper.
When his slacks were open wide enough, I slid my right-hand past his erection, found his scrotum, and balanced and held his heavy balls in my small hand.
He kissed my lips. He smiled then kissed me again. He put the car in gear and we were finally moving.
“Sweetheart,” he said. “Think about this on the ride home: what kind of boy would willingly hold another man’s balls?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I was exhausted. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I was in such an awkward position, all I could do was lean my head on his chest and sigh.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at his hard cock. I didn’t look away. I watched the pre-cum slowly leak from his big and beautiful, purple glans. My prick throbbed and my balls hurt like hell. I’d never felt such confusion in my life.
“Are those ‘your friends’ over there?” he asked.
What is he talking about? I wondered.
I had to lift my head to look out the window. At first I was surprised Danny was driving the bus route, I figured he’d be taking the interstate.
Then I saw them! My heart stopped and a cold chill ran up my spine. Scarface and his two friends were standing at the same bus stop as before.
“Do you want to stop and say hi-should I offer them a ride?”
“Oh God, Danny-NO—PLEASE NO-I, uh, oh God…” I said, shivering with fear.
He stroked my hair and spoke in a serious tone.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry-it was cruel of me to tease you like that…I want you to know, I will always protect you…I want you to feel safe and secure when we’re together.”
“Thank you, Darling…” was all I could say.
I spent the remainder of the ride home with my head against his chest staring at his lovely cock; fighting the urge to lick the pre-cum from his oozing slit, but wondering the whole time what it tasted like.
I knew now that it wouldn’t be long until he had me take it in my mouth. The thought of it wasn’t as repugnant as it was yesterday. I was really beginning to like this man, and I enjoyed pleasing him.
Truth-be-told, I loved the feel of his balls in my hand. I knew the answer to his question, but whether I could admit to myself ‘what-kind-of-boy-I-am’, well, that was another matter all-together.
After work tomorrow, I would be his for three days. I closed my eyes and imagined the things he’d have me do for him. I wasn’t naïve-I knew what men wanted from their ‘boys,’ but I wondered if I could go thru with it.
My inhibitions were deeply ingrained, and I was ashamed of my personal feelings and thoughts.
I always assumed I would lead two different lives: one where I worked and interacted with people on superficial levels, and then my private life, where I could fantasize and satisfy my dirty and unnatural urges myself, with no one knowing, and no one mocking or humiliating me.
I was prepared to live a solitary life…I expected it.
The next morning I surprised Danny when I climbed into the car and sat close to him.
“Darling,” I said, “…may I please open your slacks and hold your balls for you?”
With a bemused smile, he said, “Yes, you may!”
I kissed him and thanked him.
At every stop light we’d kiss, then I’d say: “Darling, thank you for letting me hold your balls and kiss you.”
Even though I’d masturbated him to climax just a few minutes earlier, it didn’t take long for his beautiful cock to get hard.
At one point, I kissed him and made a Freudian-slip when I said, “Darling, thank you for letting me kiss your balls.”
I flushed red-he laughed out loud.
I was busy fastening his slacks when he said, “Sweetheart, when you get in the car after work you will belong to me…I’ll own you for three whole days! You will obey me without question or protest no matter what I have you do-you will do it immediately and thank me for it! Do you understand?”