Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2011 20:44:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Craig Reichel <craigr837@yahoo.ca>
Subject: craigs-life-as-a-slave-3, gay/authoritarian

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.


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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.