The House – Pay up Elias

III

Maybe it was this indignation that drove me to cross the next boundary. That, and the image of his thick, eager cock burning in my mind. An image that I kept fresh during the following mornings, picking the handle of my biggest hammer to ride on while I watched him gush.

It was not enough though, and that is how I ended up at his door that evening. Jen was playing her hippie music downstairs, and I knew she would be “vibing” for a couple of hours if no one interrupted her. That night, no one would.

Elias opened the door in his usual uniform. A t-shirt, cargo shorts, and of course that damned beanie.

“Uhh, h-hey Rosa, what’s up?” he smiled cautiously.

“You know what’s up. It’s been three months now, three months since you last paid rent.”

“Has it? Ummh, sorry. Just with the flood, it’s been hard to find work.”

“I thought you were a fisherman? Doesn’t more water mean more places to fish?”

“It doesn’t...doesn’t really work, like that…” he muttered, staring at the floor now, his head hung.

“This really can’t go on. I am going to have to give you notice.”

Elias’ head jerked up again as he blinked with something like panic in his eyes.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go, Rosa. Please, I’ll fish more, for you.”

I shook my head.

“I’ve had plenty of your fish. But, I also have a suggestion. Can I come in?”

He moved aside quickly, eying the satchel I was carrying as I stepped inside, waiting for him to close the door before I spoke again.

“It is quite simple. I will consider one month’s rent settled, for two hours of your time. Two hours, during which I can do anything I want with you.”

I was quite amazed by my own brazenness, my voice remaining cool and steady all through the indecent proposal. He was more surprised still, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Uhhh, what?”

I snorted, stepping forth and just grabbing him by that big package between his thighs, making him eep in the cutest way. Close enough to smell the fish on his breath, I stared him squarely in the eyes.

“Elias, let’s not play dumb now. You have something I could use, and for two hours of me using it, you can live here for another month. Of course, there is a backlog of three months that will need to be addressed.”

I let go of his crotch and stepped back, letting him digest the information. Watching his expressions shift, I was afraid he might actually burst into tears from being so overwhelmed. Finally though, he cleared his throat and nodded a little.

“Okay.”

Smiling, I nodded in reply.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes, and sit here,” I told him while dragging one of the simple dining chairs to the middle of the floor.

To his credit, Elias didn’t dally about, yanking off the t-shirt before sliding down his cargo shorts, revealing the lack of underpants as his dark cock swung out, already hardening. The small, embarrassed smile on his face told me that while he had been taken aback, the idea of me playing with his privates was clearly appealing. He didn’t know quite what I had planned, though.

As he sat down on the plain chair, still wearing the beanie, how else, I opened my satchel, pulling out an old scarf that I wrapped around his head, blindfolding him. I didn’t need those sad eyes watching me as I tried to get off.

He didn’t protest at first, but when I pulled his arms back and began to tie them to the back of the chair with a piece of rope, he spoke out.

“Rose, what are you doing?”

“Shh. I said ‘anything I want’, and you said ‘okay’.”

He nodded a touch, ears laid back against his head as he no doubt reconsidered the terms of our agreement, but it was too late now.

With him blindfolded and secured to the chair, I stepped back to admire the sight of him, naked, vulnerable, and hard as rock despite the anxious air about him.

“Spread out your knees. Wide.”

He obeyed withought hesitation. Good.

Licking my lips, I popped the buttons of my blouse, then my shorts, making sure to let the fabric rustle as I took them off along with my panties, letting him know that I was right there in his room, getting naked in front of him, and he couldn’t see the slightest bit of it.

I then knelt down before the chair. He jumped slightly as I rested my hands on his knees, making me chuckle.

“Easy...it’s just me,” I told him as I took in the sight of his cock, pointing up at his chin as it throbbed. Having an unhurried look at his sac now, I could see he had quite the nice pair of balls. They were pulled up from the surprise, but began to descend and rest against the seat again as I purrred and stroked on the fur of his thighs.

“Now, Elias… How old are you, really?”

He hesitated, which earned him a sharp flick of my finger against one of those nuts, his sac pulling up tight again as he gasped.

“Eighteen! I’m eighteen!”

“You told me that a year ago too, Elias. I think we’re past lying, aren’t we?”

He whimpered, squirming in his seat before replying.

“I really am… I mean, I am now, since last week. Not then.”

Smiling, I continued stroking my hands along his thighs again. They felt firm under my touch, a nice matching set to go with those buttocks that were unfortunately hidden against the seat right now.

“Last week, mmm? Did you and Jen celebrate?”

He nodded a little.

“That time I asked you to come watch tv, so you could’ve joined us. We had a cake, well, of sorts, but you were busy and--”

I grabbed my panties from the floor, balling them up and stuffing them into his mouth, silencing him. I could feel that sweet earnestness putting out the fire that his freeloading, shower-widdling ways had ignited, and I just couldn’t have that. Not if he was going to be my relief, my toy.

“Shhhh…”

He made a sound that seemed close enough to a protest that I flicked him on the balls again, making him jerk in his seat.

“Quiet, Elias.”

As he took a long, trembling breath and settled down, I went into my satchel again, pulling out a selection of thick rubber bands.

“Eighteen... Boys your age - and that is what you are, a boy - are awfully quick on the trigger, but don’t worry, I’m going to help you last all the way,” I told him while slipping the first band around the base of his balls, causing him to buck again.

“Just relax. These don’t hurt, they just feel a little odd,” I assured him, fairly sure that I knew what I was talking about. I’d once had a partner with curious tastes, and they had taught me much of what would now be bestowed onto my deadbeat lodger.

I followed the first band with another, then another, each one pushing his balls lower and tighter in their sac, the skin under the fur growing paler as it was stretched. I considered a fourth, but with the way Elias was squirming, I just snapped it around the base of his cock instead, making the already broad glans flare out beautifully.

“There we go… Now we can begin, properly,” I told him while petting his cheek gently. He pressed it to my hand, so ready to accept comfort from the same source that had pained his nuts. Maybe he was like my old partner. It would be lucky for him, if he was.

I lifted Elias’ captured balls and leaned in, rubbing my lips against them softly before extending my tongue and tracing over those bound shapes, listening to his muffled groans. He might have been young, but those were a man’s balls, just as that was a man’s cock bobbing and leaking above them.

I grasped the shaft and just dragged my tongue all the way from the base to the tip, licking up a line of his clear juice as I did. He was salty on my tongue, virile and needy, everything I had hoped for when I watched him handle himself in the shower.

Sliding a hand between my spread thighs, I began to slide my fingers along my folds, between them, working nimbly while my tongue slid all over his hard member. I tried to cover every sweet square inch of it, but became impatient, and just suckled the tip into my mouth, pushing down until it hit the back of my throat.

Elias moaned into the panties in his mouth, his hips pushing up from the chair. Unable to swallow him, I moved my head back, but then just allowed him to keep thrusting, allowed him to fuck his landlady’s mouth, just like he’d been fucking me out of the rent I deserved, the rent I needed to make the house a true home again.

I felt the anger rise in me again, and let him feel my teeth, eliciting a satisfying yelp.

Pulling back from his cock, I licked my lips.

“I think we’re forgetting who’s in charge.”

He whimpered as I took hold of the peculiar package I had made of his sac, only becoming more vocal as I began to use it like a drumstick, bouncing his tautly bound orbs against the edge of the seat,  

“You like to complain about everything falling apart...but do you put forth a single pound to fix things? No, you don’t…”

I ignored whatever excuse he was trying to mumble past his gag, only bouncing his balls more sharply.

“You will knock on my door at all hours with your demands, and then complain if I wake you up in the afternoon.”

The anger was taking over, and I let it.

“You lay about, you piss in my shower, you watch my TV, all while my house falls to pieces around you!”

I only stopped once I realized he was crying, and that I’d almost climaxed while shouting at him about the renovations.

Letting go of those no doubt aching balls, I leaned back, panting. He looked so small and miserable, chest and shoulders heaving with muffled sobs, his cock still artificially hard thanks to the rubber band squeezing its base.

Leaning close, I caressed his cheeks with both hands, calming him down.

“Shhh, shhh...I’m sorry...but it just...it gets so frustrating sometimes…” I whispered to him, petting his cheeks and the sides of his neck until his breathing evened out again. I then pulled the panties out of his mouth. 

He was starting to say something, probably an apology, when I pressed my muzzle to his, kissing him deeply on the lips as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

Clearly surprised, it took him a moment to respond, but when he did, it was honest and eager, his passion differently driven than mine, but equal to it. As our tongues wrestled slickly together, I rose, awkwardly straddling his lap. Reaching down, I grasped the achingly erect cock beneath me, holding it steady as I lowered myself down, feeling my folds spread wide apart around the tip. I had nothing in my toolbox to match his size, and it burned to have him slide inside, wet as I was, but it just made it better somehow, letting him make me ache in turn.

I broke the kiss, gasping for breath as my hips rolled their way lower, my body becoming further impaled on that thick teenaged length, filled by it. Elias was panting as well, his head tilted back as he whined.

As I settled onto him, not quite fully, something dawned on me.

“Have you...is this, your first time?”

He nodded shakily.

“Girls always said...too big.”

I had to chuckle, because those girls were not wrong.

I then began to ride him gradually, moaning as that hard, dark length shifted inside of me. He was clearly overwhelmed by it all, hands clenched into fists, tense all over as he felt his cock caressed by an actual cunt for the first time in his young life.

I kissed him again, because I needed to, our tongues playing as I built up a rhythm, riding his cock the way I had wanted to ever since I saw it, feeling it hit me deep inside each time. With him constricted by the rubbed bands, I could enjoy things at my pace, slowing down and speeding up without having to worry about him popping, though it must have felt maddening to him. I did not care though, or if I did, it only added to my pleasure.

I climaxed as I rode him, and not just once, but multiple times, moaning out in delight as I milked his swollen cock, demanding it to gush, when I had personally made sure it couldn’t. I went back for more after each time, only riding him harder as he whimpered under me.

It was the chair that ultimately gave him mercy, not me. Ill-suited for such vigorous play, it first creaked, then cracked, spilling us onto the floor with me still impaled on his prick.

As we lay there panting, Elias squirming underneath me in clear discomfort, I noticed some papers poking out from underneath the dresser. Feeling curious in this absurd moment, I reached over, pulling them out only to find that they were drawings, drawings of me!

They were very romanticized, though I should not complain, capturing me in the best light as I worked on the house, laughed with Jen, and watched TV with the both of them.

Hearing the shuffling of paper by his perked ear, Elias must have realized what I had quite literally stumbled upon.

“No, don’t…”

It was just then that I found a very differently romantic picture of myself, naked on what was very surely his bed, spreading my thighs in an open invitation.

I could only smile at that, giving Elias a small kiss before sliding off his cock and using a claw to release his parts from their cruel bondage. He let out sigh of relief before gasping again as circulation returned and his balls started to find their way back into a more natural configuration.

I was not done with him though. Cruel as I might have been to him, he had served very well, and was to be rewarded.

With the chair broken, he was only as tied down as he wanted to be, but didn’t try to get free as I lowered my head down again and kissed under his glans. Lifting his shaft, I wrapped my lips around the tip, and begun to bob my head in small, rapid motions, focusing on the most sensitive parts.

It was not long before he came, and when he did, it was like nothing I’d seen through the peephole. The way he gushed into my mouth was obscene, forcing me to swallow hurriedly as volley followed volley, filling my mouth with that hot, thick seed, a generous gift from the balls I had so angrily tortured earlier on.

Elias had no words left as I pulled my muzzle off his cock, laying there in the wreckage of the chair, panting, no doubt confused out of his young mind.

I got up slowly, picking up my things before heading to the door.

“We’ll work on your backlog some more in a few days. You can keep the scarf.”

I walked out before he could lay his eyes on me again. 

I then locked myself in my room and spent the evening wondering what the hell I had just done.