Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 09:41:45 -0800 (PST)
From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com>
Subject: LIMOUSINE II

LIMOUSINE II


The fantasy continues..............
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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.