Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:16:52 -0700
From: Sirsballslv@aol.com
Subject: Sirs Ball Slave Part One

	My current Master, Lenny, has asked me to report on some of the
development of my mental and physical steps toward the current state of
near obsession with being controlled and physically abused by younger men.
Here is the first installment. This story is a mix of truth and
imagination.  It is up to the reader to sort out which is which.
	We were at TRAXX, a bar in an old part of Phoenix.  Todd had been
building up my hopes all week.  He would not normally take me anywhere else
and seldom out at all.  But, he liked to show off at TRAXX.  He was in his
early 20s and me in my 30s.  He really liked the idea that he had a boy who
was older.  I would do anything for him and he knew it. No self respecting
boy could ask for a better master.  Todd was tall and thin, all muscle and
sinew.  He was extremely handsome and carried himself like the powerful man
that he was.  His short black hair and brown eyes would take your breath
away. His crooked sort of smile grabbed you, especially, when he would
start to get aroused by my being a being totally submissive for him.  He
had total control and he knew how to use it.  He had a small patch of short
black hair on his chest with little twirls around his prominent nipples.  A
beautiful, sexy trail of thin black fur led from his rock hard abs, past
his naval and on down to the place I thought of almost all the time.  He
had a nicely trimmed bush around a truly magnificent cock.  It was every
bit of 9 inches long with a big prominent head.  There was a large piss
hole on top that I loved to work my tongue into. His big cock had a slight
curve as it reached its thick part in the middle. (I could not near get my
hand around it.)  It tapered off, thinning slightly as it neared the root.
Below hung the two most beautiful balls I had ever seen.  They hung low,
and he would often drop them in my mouth, as I lay beneath him, and force
me to try to swallow them. He loved the pressure that my throat muscles
would apply to his nuts.  It was nothing, however, compared to the pressure
he would put on mine, but more about that later.  As I would suck on his
balls he would entertain himself with my nipples.  He would rub them with
his strong leather clad fingers, pinching and twisting them in the process.
It was not long before he would make the connection between my tits and my
balls.  I would feel like I was close to cumming as he twisted and
pulled. Somehow he always knew just when to stop, leaving me gasping for
air.
	But, getting back to that November night at TRAXX, shortly after we
arrived our attention was called to the back room.  As Todd and I made our
way toward the back, he made sure that everyone saw how he controlled me.
I had a heavy leather collar around my neck, very short torn off jeans, big
engineer boots (matching his), and a chain of half inch links attached to
clamps tightly cinched to my nipples with heavy alligator clips.  As he led
me through the crowd he would intentionally drag me into people so that
they would see the control he held over me.  Some of the guys would reach
out and slap the nipple clamps while others would grab my balls that were
hanging out of my shorts.  One of them grabbed particularly hard causing me
to cry out.  Todd turned angrily looking at me.  I thought he was angry
with the guy that grabbed me.
	"What happened? he asked me.  I pointed to the guy and told Todd
what had happened.  "Stand here? he told me.  Todd walked over to the guy
and was speaking quietly with him.  After a couple of minutes they both
came back to where I was standing. I was feeling quite smug I might add.
	"Is this the guy who made you cry out?"  Todd asked.
	"Yes Sir? I answered.  I felt so glad that Todd seemed to be
sticking up for me.  Todd turned to the guy. He reached out his hand to
shake with the guy.  "What the fuck is this?" I thought.
	"Hi, I'm Todd and this is Ballslave", he said, pointing in my
direction.
	"Steve," the short muscular stranger answered, shaking Master?s
hand.
	"Steve," Todd said, "a few minutes ago you made Ballslave holler
when you grabbed his nuts, didn't you?"  Steve replied that he had but he
did mean to disrespect Todd, not realizing that I was not necessarily fair
game for all.  "Let me explain", Todd said turning his back on me.  I could
not hear what they were talking about, with the loud music in the bar, but
I could see an evil smile start to spread across Steve?s handsome rugged
face.
	Todd turned back to me and said, "listen, you stay right here?.  Do
not move a muscle or you will answer to me later.  I am going back to the
dungeon to watch a demonstration. I expect you to make me proud of you."
And he turned and left me standing there, more than a little be confused as
to what he expected.  No sooner had Todd left, when Steve walked back over
to me. He grabbed the chain between my nipples and pulled my face down to
his.
	"Your master asked me why I had grabbed your balls? he said.  "You
know what I told him?"
	"No, I don't have any idea", I replied as he twisted the chain even
harder.
	"SIR, is what you will call me according to your Master. Is that
understood?"
	"Yes Sir? I responded trying to get some relief for my tits."
	"I told your master that I had a fascination with balls and he told
me that you should not have cried out when I grabbed you. Is that true?"
	"I am not supposed to Sir.  When Master grabs my nuts or does
anything to me I am supposed to be quiet, Sir, unless he tells me that it
is ok to scream Sir."
	Steve grinned as he told me, "Todd said that the reason that you
cried out is that I did not squeeze your pathetic little balls hard enough.
Is that true boy?"  I was trying to think of what might be the right answer
for this question when Steve reached down and slowly wrapped his thumb and
forefinger around the top of my sack where it hung out of my shorts.  He
began to wrap his other fingers around my balls and then start to pull out
toward him as he started to squeeze. Tighter and tighter he squeezed,
crushing my poor balls into the bottom of their sack.  When I started to
let out a moan Steve closed his grip even tighter.  The pain was starting
to creep up into my gut as he pulled and crushed my balls. "Not a sound" he
said.  He handed his beer to his friend.  "Lorrie, Hold this? he asked the
guy.  Lorrie was even hotter than Steve.  A little taller than Steve and
dressed in cowboy cut jeans and black engineer boots.  He had no shirt on
but did wear a heavily studded black leather harness.  He topped that off
with a form fitted black leather jacket, open down the front that
accentuated his muscular shoulders and biceps.  A black leather cap was on
his head.  Lorrie was obviously Italian with close cut black hair and dark
brown eyes. His jeans showed a formidable package as well.  Lorrie took the
beer from Steve and Steve now took his newly freed hand and wrapped in
around the one that was already mashing my balls.  A small crowd was
starting to gather and Steve looked around, seeming to like the attention.
?What do you think?" he asked one particularly hot guy who seemed unable to
take his eyes off of my balls.
	"I like those balls? the hot new stranger replied.
	Steve laughed and gave me a very hard two-handed squeeze.  I nearly
collapsed but was able to keep upright.  Steve let go, again with a cruel
kind of laugh. The new guy kept staring at my now swollen balls.  "You want
some of these balls?" asked Steve, slapping them several times.  "His
master is in the back room so he gave the boy to me to use as I wanted
until he comes back.  "Grab 'em and mash down on them if you want.  Go
ahead!"
	"I don't want to touch them? the new guy said.  "I don't touch any
slave boy with my bare hands?.
	"I don't blame you? Steve replied. "That?s why I always wear these
riding gloves.  The new guy told Steve that he didn't bring his gloves but
he just had to do something to my balls.  Steve laughed with his evil laugh
again and said ?well, are you opposed to him touching your boots?"
	The guy replied that he would be ok with that.  I am thinking that
there is no way I am going to lick this bastard?s boots in this dirty dark
bar.
	"How about you give them a good kick?" Steve suggested.
	The new guy said that he didn't really think a kick was worth the
effort as the small crowd around start to egg him on.  "Kick ?em -- kick
?em they chanted.  Steve said ?come on, how about I let you give him 5 good
kicks.  The guy thought for a minute. The crowd was getting worse.  The
sweat was pouring off me.  This was not going to be good.  Lorrie put the
beers on a table and then he and Steve grabbed my arms.  They held me
tight.
	The new guy came in close and kicked my ankles apart as far as they
would go.  Steve and Lorrie were now holding me up.  My balls hung low out
of my shorts from the recent stretching. I couldn't take my eyes off this
guy. Staring into his eyes, I found my self wanting to beg him to hurt
me. The guy stepped back.  The crowd was screaming now.  He pulled his foot
back and let it fly right square into my nuts.  I tried not to but a grunt
of agony came from deep in my gut as my balls were brutally smashed into my
body.  I tried to double over, but Steve and Lorrie had a tight grip on my
arms.  The guy let go with another kick and crowd went wild as I fell from
the guys? arms and collapsed on the dirty floor clutching my aching gonads.
	"We are not finished? Steve said as he kicked me onto my stomach.
One of the guys from the crowd kneeled down and clamped my head between his
denim wrapped thighs. Steve grabbed my belt and pulled me to my knees with
my head still on the filthy floor.  Lorrie kicked my knees as far apart as
he could causing my heavy and sore nuts to hang down low between my legs.
	The new guy stepped up and landed the last 3 kicks right square on
the back of my balls.  I couldn't help it.  I screamed in agony. As I lay
on the floor holding my balls I saw Todd returning.  I knew I was in some
deep shit now.
	"I thought that was you screaming you useless piece of shit.  I
told you no noise?. We will deal with this later you can be sure.  For now
I want you to see what is going on in the back room.?  Todd introduced
himself to the new guy and actually congratulated him on the accuracy of
his kick.  He told the new guy - Justin - to ?stick with us? if he wanted
to have some more fun with the balls. I got up from the floor still holding
onto my poor nads, now swollen to the size of small eggs.! Todd grabbed my
tit chain and dragged me toward the back room.
	People seemed to open a path for us.  Todd was so hot looking in
his tight leather pants and vest. The vest made the muscles on his arms and
shoulders stand out. The open vest allowed a premium view to his solid 8
pack and then down to where is love trail disappeared into the tight black
leather pants.  As we approached the center of the dungeon, I could see
what the commotion was all about.
	A very hot middle aged guy, maybe late forties, was laying on a
table with another great looking young master standing over him. The master
held a thick black candle in his hand.  The man on the table was completely
naked except for two « dollar coins laying on his nipples and a dollar bill
folded so it would lay covering his balls and his small cock.  Todd told me
they had him like this for nearly an hour and the guy had been able to stay
still enough not to lose the protective coverings while his master dripped
hot wax all around his body but never directly on his tits of genitals.
Todd asked me what I thought.
	We had never played around with hot wax but I had seen videos where
it was done.  "I think it must not hurt too badly or the guy could not lie
that still", I said.
	"Good point", Todd replied.  "I suppose you think you could do
better, smart ass?"  I have always been able to control myself pretty well,
or I certainly would not have been able to keep quiet when Todd would go
nuts on my balls.
	"I don't know why not", I replied. He turned away.
	"Wait here? he ordered.  Todd went over to the other master and
talked quietly in his ear.  The master grinned and nodded.  Taking his
slaves hand he pulled him from the table and ordered him to ?stand and
watch?.  Todd pointed to me and then to the table.  I knew at once what he
wanted.  I moved through the crowd and sat on the table. Todd pointed to my
shorts.  I removed them.  Again he pointed to the table and I knew that it
was time for me to lie down.  The room was dead quiet.  Everyone marveled
at the control Todd had over me.  It was as though I was a very obedient
dog.  I lay down on my back with my hands by my sides.  Someone tossed some
leather straps to Todd.  He tossed two to Steve and then pointed to my
feet.  Then two more went to Lorrie as he stepped over to my head, pulling
my arms straight back. A third and wider strap was tossed to Justin who
proceeded to pass it over my middle and under the table.  All the straps
were secured tightly so that I could barely move. My cock had started to
swell as soon as the straps were tightened.  My dick was now rock hard and
throbbing with anticipation. I knew that Todd was at his happiest when he
was showing his ?Ballslave? off to other people.
	I was still totally naked except for my boots, when Todd asked for
some bar towels.  He then took them and started covering my body with them.
Confusion again set in as I was trying to figure out his plan. I suddenly
realized that he had covered me completely, with the towels, EXCEPT for my
cock, my balls and my nipples.
	"Would someone light the candle for me please" asked Todd.

To be continued?...

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