Erotic fiction for adults aged 18 and over. Everyone depicted is an adult; intimate or dominant scenes require freely given and revocable consent.
Gay Story: Private Party Behind the Counter
After closing time, a flirtatious guest and a bartender plan a private, consensual BDSM encounter with a ball stretcher and clear limits.
Contents
Behind the counter
I work in a busy club and know the difference between a guest who wants another cocktail and one who wants to keep flirting. One Friday a confident man stayed until the room was almost empty. He had spent the evening meeting my eyes, smiling and respecting the line that only staff crossed.
When the last guests left, he asked whether I ever met men after work. I liked his directness, but I did not make assumptions. We were both adults and sober, so I invited him to sit with me in the quiet lounge while the cleaning team worked in another part of the club.
A private invitation
He told me that he was curious about gay BDSM and had read about ball stretchers, but had never used one. I explained that curiosity was not the same as consent and asked what he actually wanted to try. He wanted firm guidance, oral play and a carefully controlled introduction to the toy.
We agreed on the safeword “red” and on two taps as a non-verbal stop signal. Either signal would end the action immediately. We also set a maximum weight, made testicular pain a hard limit, and agreed that every increase in weight required fresh, explicit consent. Penetration would happen only with a condom, plenty of lubricant and another explicit confirmation.
Ball-stretcher basics
I showed him a clean leather ball stretcher without weight and a small stainless-steel model. He inspected both, chose the softer leather version and asked me to fasten it. I checked the fit with a finger, made sure nothing pinched and asked how it felt after a minute. “Comfortable and exciting,” he said.
Only after he requested it did I attach the lightest weight. We stood still and watched for a pulling sensation, numbness or a change in colour. At the first warning sign I would have removed it immediately. He felt no discomfort, but I removed the weight after a short test anyway. A toy should heighten anticipation, not prove endurance.
The scene
He knelt because he wanted to, and I let him set the rhythm. Before holding his hair, I asked; he answered yes and guided my hand. Later I helped him stand, checked his breathing and asked whether he wanted to continue. His clear answer was yes.
We used protection and lubricant before taking the scene further. I began slowly, paused when his body tightened and continued only after he relaxed and asked for more. When we changed roles, he offered the same care. The ball stretcher remained unweighted, and we checked it between every change of position.
The encounter became intense, but never uncontrolled. A whispered “slower” changed the pace immediately; a hand on my wrist prompted another check-in. That attention made the dominance feel stronger, not weaker, because both of us knew exactly where the boundaries were.
Aftercare and next time
When we finished, I removed the toy, checked his skin and brought water, a warm towel and something to eat. We sat together until our breathing settled and talked about what had felt good. He liked the leather model and the careful weight test; neither of us wanted to increase the weight that night.
I later gave him a new, unused stainless-steel ball stretcher so he could inspect it at home without pressure. We agreed to message the next day and made no promise beyond that. The next day he confirmed that he felt well, and a week later we planned another private meeting—with the same rules, fresh negotiation and enough time for aftercare.
This story is fictional. In real life, discuss fantasies first, use clean equipment, start with minimal tension, check circulation and agree a safeword, a non-verbal stop signal and suitable aftercare.
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Ich steh auf harten Sex
Ja, endlich mal ein Mann, der ordentlich anpackt und harten Sex bevorzugt. Ich bin selber auch schwul und liebe harten, wilden Sex. Einfach loslegen, Alltagsfrust abbauen und den Partner "gebrauchen". Weicheier sind bei mir so gar nicht willkommen. Mein Partner hatte anfangs schwer zu schlucken, was den Sex angeht. Aber inzwischen hat er sich gut angepasst und macht ordentlich mit. Es ist schwer einen Mann zu finden, der es rabiat mag. Leider ist es nicht nur ein Gerücht, das die meisten Homosexuellen Männer totale Softies sind. Aber es gibt eben doch ausnahmen. Zum Glück!
Ich wollte auch mal Barkeeper werden
Oh wow, vielleicht sollte ich doch Barkeeper werden. Ungelogen, das war früher mein absoluter Traumjob. Ich wollte das immer machen, aber irgendwann tritt man dann doch in die Realität ein, macht eine normale Ausbildung und lebt ein glanzloses, einfaches Leben. Inzwischen bin ich zu alt, um noch mal umzuschulen. Einen alten Barkeeper möchte ja auch nicht wirklich jemand hinterm Tresen sehen. Aber wer weiß, vielleicht kann ich ja mal einen Barkeeper hinterm Tresen besuchen! ;)