LIMOUSINE II
The fantasy continues.............. _______________________________________________________________________
I'm living a life of luxury; endless parties with fabulous super model ingenues on each arm and enough Dom Perignon to drown in. I especially love debutant parties at Rosecliff, the magnificent Gaslight Era mansion in Newport that was the setting for movies like The Great Gatsby and most recently, True Lies. It is a magnificent white ocean front mansion that is built around a huge chandaliered ballroom. Anyone would feel special attending a party at this palace, where I've had my share of slutty debutants. All I need do is express a little interest and their social climbing "mumsies and daddys" get them to put out for me. Could it be the billions of dollars that clouds their judgement?
The days are blending together in a blur of luxury cars, designer clothes, workout sessions, riding lessons, and the attentions of my personal valet, Aaron. The evening ritual of bathing and massage is much anticipated each day, but there's another activity that I'd like to share with you.
It seems that Master Jeremy was a fitness buff. He worked out religiously with Aaron in the fully equipped gym adjacent to his bedroom in the Master's wing. I chose to continue this tradition because I admire bodybuilders and have always wished to look like one. On one particular occasion, after a strenuous workout with free weights, Aaron decided that a period of stretching was in order. I pictured some yoga positions or pilates, but he had something else in mind. We were both wearing lose fitting, fleece lined gray workout shorts with those white "second skin" spandex muscle tank tops that Aaron looks so good in. After several months I began to notice my physique taking shape. My shoulders grew broader, my pectorals thicker, and the large vein began to appear on the front of my much larger biceps. I was beginning to develop the tapered "V" shape of a bodybuilder. I liked what I saw. This particular evening I didn't notice Aaron coming towards me with some towels, some aromatic oil, and a wooden box.
He requested that I face the mirror and remove my shorts; a task that I'm getting quite good at! I did so as he came up behind me and knelt down. I continued to admire my reflection, paying particular attention to my total lack of body hair. Aaron told me that Master Jeremy disliked pubic hair, or any body hair below the chin for that matter, so the night before, I asked him to shave my entire body in the steam shower room. It was quite erotic, and I am now as bald as a newborn. "If you are ready for the stretching session, sir", he said, "please spread your legs slightly". I stood there with my legs slightly spread, facing the mirror, as Aaron gently grasped my balls and cupped them with his right index finger and thumb. He had oiled his hands and then began gently "milking" my scrotum, hand over hand. "Just relax, sir", he whispered. One's first reaction is to suck one's nuts back into the body, especially when you're cold or nervous. Gradually, my cremaster muscle, the abdominal muscle that draws your balls up towards your body for temperature control or protection, began to relax. As Aaron gently continued to milk my scrotum from behind, my balls began to droop down below my semi erect penis. I've never seen them dangle so low. I began to moan as my dick stood at attention. Suddenly, I felt Aaron bury his face into my ass as he continued his rythmic milking action. His long slender tongue found my asshole and poked at it asking to be let in. I relaxed and he immediately plunged his tongue into my anus. He rimmed my spinchter and sucked at my hole with abandon, all the time methodically pulling at my ballsac. My testicles felt as though they were going to touch the floor and my ass was getting the rimming of it's life!
I took my throbbing uncut cock into my right hand and began to pump it feverishly. Suddenly, Aaron stopped milking and rimming. I looked in the mirror and could see him handling what appeared to be chrome steel rings about one inch thick. He opened one up, stretched my ballsac downwards and carefully closed the weight around my stretched scrotum, then secured it with a hex key. My ballsac sagged from the weight but it wasn't uncomfortable. I continued pumping my meat furiously as he attached another ring to my now dangling scrotum. The double weights and gravity had drawn my nuts down nearly to my knees. It was an incredible sight to see; my rosy red nuts peeking out from under these two gleaming weights, swinging to and fro as I masterbated frantically in front of the mirror. Aaron carefully prevented my weighted nuts from swinging too far and causing pain as I pumped my foreskin back and forth over the head of my throbbing penis. Suddenly, he inserted his oiled right index finger into my asshole and began to gently massage my prostate gland from the inside. That action, combined with my furious masterbating brought me to an explosive orgasm. With each ejaculation Aaron pressed down hard on my gland, causing me to shoot my load like a teenager at the mirror, which was at least four feet away. Gobs of milky white cum shot against the glass, then ran down in rivers to the floor. I quietly speculated how many billions of sperm cells were running down the mirrored wall. I was proud of my ability to produce so much.
Aaron cleaned things up as I stood there, balls dangling down towards the floor. He explained that I needed to keep the weights on for at least an hour each session, with a minimum of three sessions each week. He explained how over time the scrotum and my spermatic cords would eventually stretch to the desired length, then stay that way permanently. We spent the hour talking about his plans for sculpting my pyhsique as I stood naked in front of the mirrors and the weights did their work. Aaron showed me what areas of my body needed additional work. In future stretching sessions, Aaron added a third weight to my sac.
As the weeks passed, my ballsac continued to droop lower to the floor. I now have a swinging set of shaved balls that hang at least four inches when warm and relaxed. They are so low they swing and slap against the person I'm servicing, just like Aaron's slap against my butt when he's pumping my ass. My genitals and my physique now closely resemble that of my manservant. Life is good.