Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of pain, humiliation, and sex between consenting adults. If you are not interested in gay sex, domination, submission, or sadomasochism, please do not read the following.
Chapter 3: Ball Stretching and Punching
I was doing the dishes when my Master walked by and told me to follow him. I obediently put down the dish I was washing and followed him as he headed towards the basement. As usual I was naked but for the ankle and wrist cuffs he always has me wear. I know the basement means that we will probably be heading to the dungeon, and that Master must be horny. I follow him down the steps, across the basement, and into the dungeon, and then assume position 1 as I wait for him to close the door and give me further instructions. As I stand there with my feet and legs together, shoulders back, arms straight at my sides, looking straight ahead I wonder what new pain awaits me for my Masters pleasure.
I am quick to find out as Master orders me to stand between two wooden pillars facing one of them. He takes my balls and ties a rope to them. Then attaches a rope to my arms pulling them straight back toward the pillar behind me. Next he attaches the rope from my balls to the pillar in front of me. Then he begins to tighten both ropes, one at a time, a few inches at a time. My balls begin to hurt as they are pulled painfully away from my body. And my arms ache being stretched behind me. It begins to get hard to keep my balance but the way the ropes are I cannot fall down. Soon my balls are being pulled so far forward that I am in agonizing pain.
Master stands back leaving me in this position and admiring how it stretches my body. I am slowly being covered in sweat from the strain and my arms feel like they are going to be torn out of the sockets. There is no way for me to move to reduce the pain in my arms or my balls. Soon Master gets his camera and begins to take photos of me, straining, in pain, covered in sweat, and stretched out to the limit. I can see him grope his crotch as he moves between photos. Finally he puts down the camera and starts to stroke his cock which he has pulled out of his shorts. I hope to myself that this will be enough for him while knowing that he will need to give me more pain to get off.
Master strips off what remains of his clothing and moves around to one side of me, playing with his hard cock. I can see pre-cum on the tip of it glowing in the pale lights. I have no idea what will happen next and am terrified of what might be coming. Standing there, exposed and helpless, stretched out, in extreme pain. I do not have to wait long to find out what is next.
Suddenly Masters fist plows into my ribs on my left side, just below my pecs. Before I can recover he lands 3 more hard blows. My body contorts in pain at this assault, but there is no way I can move to protect myself. He then moves in front of me and begins to punch my exposed and stretched balls, as well as my cock. I am screaming in pain as his attack on my cock and balls continues. Each time he punches my balls it stretches them more against the rope, making waves of pain shoot up into my chest and guts. I want to double over in pain but I cannot move against the ropes. I feel as though I will collapse or fall over but even as my feet leave the floor I do not. I am on my tiptoes in pain, desperately trying to survive what is happening to me, as my Master moves around to my right side and begins to punch me in the ribs again. I am screaming and on the verge of tears as my muscles tense and my body drips beads of sweat. Only the ropes are keeping me standing at this point and the pain feels like it is coming from everywhere.
Finally Master cums shooting his load into his hand, then raising it to my mouth so I can lick it clean. His cum tastes wonderful and I am grateful for being allowed to make him cum and for being allowed to eat it. Pain continues to rack my body but my cock is rock hard and dripping. Master begins to loosen the ropes giving me enough slack to stand comfortably on the floor. He leaves the rope tied to my balls but unties it from the pillar. He also unties my arms so that I may return them to my. Even doing that is painful as they have been stretched behind me so hard, and for so long. It takes me a minute before I am able to get my arms straight to my sides again. Master then lays me down on the matt on the dungeon floor and lies down behind me, holding me close, pressing his now spent cock against my ass. He begins to rub my head and my body, slowly caressing me, telling me how wonderful it was and what a brave boy I am. I snuggle myself up against my Master needing to feel his warmth, my body still stiff and sore, but my need for Masters affection and approval overpowering. I know I am just a piece of slave meat to him, and he is only cuddling with me because he wants to. But I would endure anything if it meant that he would just hold me a few minutes longer.
But unfortunately after a couple of minutes it is over. He gives me a slap on the ass and tells me to get back to the dishes. I get up and scamper off to do as I have been told, but knowing I made my Master happy.
These events did not actually happen but are based on real events. If you liked this story of would like to get in contact with myself you may e-mail me at craigr837@yahoo.ca. If you are a young sub in the USA or Canada and are looking to play my Master is always looking for new boys to play with.