Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2001 17:28:29 -0700
From: East Bay Barber <ebaybarber@hotmail.com>
Subject: David, Chapter 2

I rooted through the toys David had brought from the leather shop for me to
use on him.  It was a rather eclectic collection.  There was a cheap pair of
handcuffs (I'd have to warn David that he should always use only
double-locking cuffs.  These weren't, so I went and got a pair of mine to
use on him).  There were a couple of candles.  "David's into hot wax?" I
mused.

David had included some leather thongs, maybe six feet long.  There was a
leather hood that would cover David's eyes and strap over and around his
head, with room for optional ear pieces.  There was a small whip, too small
to be used on much besides David's cock and balls, which I would use it on.
David had brought a butt plug-rather large, so I expected he was used to
having things up his ass.

The last item David had brought was the ball press I'd threatened to use on
Greg.  It was a rather nice one; clear acrylic, so you could see the balls
being squashed.  There were metal plugs at various points for attaching
electrodes.  There was even a small ring on the bottom for attaching a rope
to pull on the press as it was doing its work.  Extra fun!  At least for the
guy on the OTHER end of the rope!

I'd stacked a couple of MY toys that I planned to use on David near the
door.  I picked up a parachute ball stretcher and attached a couple of
weights.  I opened the door, and listened for a moment.  I heard someone
stirring on the porch, so I guessed David was still there.  Not that I'm
sure how far he'd have gotten with no clothes on.

I grabbed the black sheets covering the doorway about waist high, and held
them together.  I called out to David, "David, take hold of the sheets above
my hand, and hold them together."  I felt his hand grabbing the sheets.

I said, "You were six minutes late getting here.  Usually I'd hang six
pounds of weight from your nuts, one for each minute.  I don't think you
have much experience with ball weights, so I'll be nice and only hang THREE
pounds, half a pound for each minute.  You can show your appreciation
later."  After a pause I added, "Now, spread your legs and take a couple of
steps forward, so you're pressing against the sheets.  And you'd better not
let go with your hand."

The sheets moved as David pressed against them.  Then they started
spreading, and I was suddenly facing David's cock and balls.   David had a
soft, 4" cock,  with maybe a 4-guage PA nicely piercing the head.  His cock
looked good enough to suck on, were I in a sucking mood.  Well, not tonight.
  David's cock and balls were both covered with hair-I'd soon be ridding him
of that.  The tuft above and around his cock would soon be gone, too.

I took hold of David's balls and started playing with them, then stretching
them away from his cock.  There was not much play there; a one-inch
stretcher would fit easily, but David would not be very happy if I put a
two-incher on him.  If I decided to keep playing with him, stretching his
ball sac would probably be the first thing I'd do.

I snapped the parachute stretcher around David's balls, then slowly lowered
the weights.  Had he more experience with weights I'd have just dropped
them.  But I'm a nice master, and I take care of my boys.  David naturally
bowed his legs, trying to adjust to the heavy tug on his sac.  "Stand up
straight!" I ordered.  David did.

"I forgot to bring in the mail tonight," I said.  "I want you to go and get
it.  The mailbox is at the street along the driveway."  Actually, it was
even farther, since it was on the OTHER side of the driveway.  "And you'd
better not touch your balls, or the weights, or I'll put on some more lead.
Now, go!"

David's cock and balls disappeared from between the sheets, and his hand
stopped holding them together.  I waited a few seconds, then spread the
sheets and looked out.  I saw David's cute butt as he walked gingerly-so
that the weights wouldn't swing-down the driveway.  God, did he look
adorable.  I thought I saw him reach for his balls-I'd have to punish him if
he had.

I stepped back inside before David could see me.  After a minute or so, I
heard the slight jangle from the weights as David stepped back on the porch.
  "Here's your mail, Sir," he said.  I stuck my hand out between the sheets
and took hold of my mail.  I guess NOW he expected to be invited in.  He was
wrong again.