Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 06:19:53 -0800 (PST)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave chad part 2

    I pulled chad by the leash across the room and down the hall to my play
room. He told me that he had always wanted his ass paddled so I had decided
to start there. There is nothing quite like a hot slave ass under one's
paddle.

    When I got chad into the playroom I positioned him in the center of the
room under a hook embedded in one of the ceiling beams. I took the rope I
keep in the hook and tied it around chad's wrists which were still pulled
up behind his back. Before I tightened the rope I put a spreader bar
between chad's ankles. This spread his crotch wide open which reminded me
that I still had not done anything to his balls. First I pulled the rope
attached to his wrists up until it was nice and tight, making him rise up
just slightly on his toes to take the strain off his arms. I tied it
securely and went to pick out a suitable ball harness. As I mentioned
chad's balls hung somewhat low in the sack so I chose a 2 inch ball
stretcher with an attached strap to divide the balls and firmly cinch them
down. I removed the cock ring he had worn over and replaced it with this
one.  As I pulled down on chad's balls to fit the stretcher on I got
another gasp from behind his gag. I gave them a hard tug and said, "Boy
this is what you wanted remember? You don't really want me to stop do you?"
He nodded his head quickly to indicate he definitely did not want me to
stop. After I got the ball stretcher in place I secured it on with a small
padlock. I then took a rope and tied it to the d-ring in the ball
stretcher.  This in turn was pulled down to the spreader bar and tied
off. I pulled the rope until it was nice and taught firmly pulling chad's
ball away from his body. He was almost ready to start experiencing his ass
being paddled. One last thing before I began. I decided his tits were
probably to comfortable so I added several weights to the chain connecting
the clamps. I let them drop heavily on his chest and he visibly winced but
did not cry out. Good he was learning. I picked up the weights and let them
dropped a couple of more times just to see how long it would take to get a
gasp out of him. He actually held out longer than I thought, even better.

    Now that I had chad in position I walked behind him and ran my hands
over his ass cheeks.  Feeling the muscle contour, the firmness. Beautiful
ripe little melons just ready to be picked. I was looking forward to seeing
just how red I could make these two luscious white canvases. I selected a
plain long handled wooden paddle to begin. It has holes drilled in it as
that increases the pain. I took the paddle and walked in front of chad. I
raised the paddle so he could see it and asked, "Ready boy?" Even though he
was gagged his eyes told the story. He was ready! And if his stiff cock,
dripping precum like a stream, was any indication he could hardly wait. I
reached out with gave his cock a couple slow massages just to increase his
level of horniness then walked back behind him to those waiting ass
cheeks. "Boy", I told him, "You are going to have to hold still or you will
jerk your balls. Let's see how you do, boy."

    His ass cheeks tensed in anticipation. He steadied himself for the
first blow to fall. I pulled the paddle back and let it fly. It connected
with a wonderful smack. Even though chad tried he jerked from the blow, as
I had known he would. This pulled his balls, sent the weights on his tits
swinging wildly, and yanked his arms. He stiffened himself as best he could
but before he could settle down I pulled back the paddle and let it fly
again. Before he even had a chance to do anything I let the paddle fly
again. "That is three boy. Ready for more?" I let the paddle connect once
more.  I hit his ass with five more swats in rapid succession before I
paused to give him a chance to recover. I walked around in front of him. He
had tears in his eyes but his cock said he was having the time of his
life. I gently stroked his cock with my hands. It responded by getting
longer. I swear his 6 inches was pushing 8. This was going to be fun! He
got a total of 25 more swats from the paddle then I decided it was time to
move onto a little game I had devised that I thought sure he would enjoy. I
knew I would!

    "Slave boy, do you want to cum." He nodded his head in the affirmative
vigorously and I heard what could only be a, "Sir, please, Sir," from
behind his gag. "Then we are going to play a little game, boy. Are you
ready?" I asked him. "For every swat I give you I will then give you one
stroke on your cock." I walked around behind him and picked up my paddle. I
laid 5 swats on his ass. I let him settle down and then walked around front
and slowly stroked his cock 5 times. I again walloped his ass with 5
strokes and applied 5 more strokes to his throbbing cock. With each
subsequent stroke he was getting nearer a climax. As I finished the 5th
stroke I actually felt sorry for him. He wanted to cum so bad. But not bad
enough, believe me. Once again the paddle flailed away at chad's ass. 5
more times I let him have it. This series of 5 swats followed by 5 strokes
continued for a while until I had him near the edge. This time though I
knew I would have to be careful giving him the 5 strokes to his cock as he
was close and I had no intention of letting him cum yet.  With each stroke
of my hands on his penis he got closer. But I gave just enough time between
to set him just that far back from actual orgasm. With the 5th one I was
almost a little worried that I had miscalculated and actually gotten him to
close and he might shoot. But he didn't so the game could go on. "Boy I
gave you the chance to shot and you failed so I just guess you will have to
wait awhile longer. Sorry boy, but remember I decide when you get to cum."
As I looked in chad's eyes more tears welled up. This time not tears of
pain but sexual frustration. Just the sight of those big eyes filled with
tears almost made me cum right then and there.

    I let chad hang there for a few moments to cool down. I returned with a
new toy for his pleasure (well maybe for mine) and a couple of ice cubes. I
released his balls from there confinement and pulled out the plug that he
had worn for so long. I applied the ice cubes to his cock to get it
soft. Why you may ask? Because the new toy was a chastity device. It is my
favorite one for slave boys. It is leather and straps on at the waist. The
front panel comes down and the cock and balls insert through a hole. The
cock and balls are then strapped up in a upward position. The outer flap
then comes up covering the cock and balls so nothing can touch them, it
locks at the top to ensure no access by the slave. There is a strap that
continues between the legs and up the ass crack also locking to the waist
belt. "Boy, this is to ensure you stay just as hot and horny as you are
right now. Because you have gotten to have you fun, I want mine."

    With that I released him from the leg stretcher and untied his arms
from the overhead rope. I removed his gag and gave him a long hard kiss. He
responded with all the desire I had hoped for.  He was mine to play with. I
pushed him to his knees and grasped the back of his head guiding my cock
into his mouth. He eagerly responded sucking on my cock like it was
everything to him.  "Good boy." I told him. "You are wearing that chastity
belt to remind you that a slaves joy is derived from pleasing his Master.
Please me boy!" I reached down and removed the tit clamps from his nipples.
He gasped loudly but never missed a beat in servicing my cock. I massaged
life back into his tits with my hands as he worked to bring me off. With
each pull and twist I gave them he jerked but kept his mouth busy right
were it was. As I came I pulled his head tightly to my crotch spilling my
wad in his hot little mouth. After I pulled out I tipped his head up and
said, "What do you say boy." SIR, thank you, SIR". Was his immediate
response. I helped him stand and released his arms from his collar. I
refastened his cuffs again behind his back but more comfortably at his
waist than pulled up to his collar. I put my hand on his shoulder and led
him toward my bedroom. "Let's get some sleep boy it is going to be a long
day tomorrow." I patted his leather encased crotch and added, "Who knows
maybe you might get to put this to some use.  Maybe not. But we will see,
we will see." What a wonderful start to the weekend. Two more days! I could
hardly wait. If only he knew what I had planned for him.