*Hello and welcome!
This chapter includes gay BDSM, strong Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those turn you off, scram.
All characters are 18+
I accidentally forgot to use the 'Sexual intensity scale' last chapter, but this chapter is a 7.
Thank you, and please enjoy!*
When I woke up, the first thing that registered was the pain. My ass felt hot and swollen and when I moved I felt some scabs crackle.
Master was still sitting on the bed, and I wondered if he had moved. He saw me and smiled a little. "Get up and do a few stretches, I'm sure that will help."
I was not at all sure that it would help, but I got up and touched my toes. Then I did a pretzel stretch and a track stretch and to my surprise, the pain did fade a little. At the peak of each stretch the bruised muscles in my ass would shriek, but as the stretch wound down they would murmur gratefully.
Master fed me scraps of Indian food while I was on my knees. I loved the sensation of licking smears of food or sauce from his fingers, even though the food wasn't very tasty. In the old days I would have grimaced and left it alone, but now it was my only option, other then going hungry.
He wiped his wet fingers on his pants and got up. "Lie on your back on the bed."
As I crawled up onto the bed he opened the toy chest and my cock twitched. I lay obediently on the bed as he dug into the toy chest.
The first thing he took out was familiar, and it made me blush, and it made my cock perk up excitedly. It was the black cock-gag. He gave a wry smile and brushed the thick head of the cock against my nipples, and they both instantly perked up.
"You really like this toy don't you Simon?"
I nodded, afraid to speak, my eyes following that big black cock. He shoved it into my mouth, and I moaned a little, I liked the way it forced my jaws open.
He dug in the chest a little more and pulled out two long shackles. They were long braided ropes with padded shackles on one end and a metal ring on the other.
"Spread your arms."
I did and he took hold of my left wrist and fastened it with the short shackle that was already attached to the upper left bedpost. He did the same with my right hand. Then he attached the metal rings of the long shackles to the metal rings on the bedposts. He fastened each of my ankles into one of the shackles so I was lying there with my arms spread above my head and my ankles tied to the same bedposts.
That was vulnerable enough, but then he removed a long extendable metal bar from the toy chest and put it between my knees, spreading it until the awkwardness was complete. I was completely helpless to move or protect my genitals. My cock was semi-hard and resting on my stomach. I remembered the picture on the front of Master's book and I winced and swallowed hard.
He reached into the chest again and I said silent thanks when he didn't come back up with any clips. I hated nipple clips. He only had the slender red bottle of lube and a roll of thin gauze. He saw the wide-eyed expression of anxiety that I was giving him, and he smiled warmly. Just that smile was enough to make my cock dribble a little precome.
"It's your first time with cock and ball play, so we will go slow. Relax Simon."
I took a deep breath and sucked on the gag; somehow having it in my mouth comforted me.
Master slathered some clear lube on his hands and I craned my head nervously as he reached for my groin. My head arched back in a delirious moan of arousal as he began to fondle me. He slicked every inch of my smooth groin with lube, and the way that his big warm hands slid around, and the cool/hot slick feeling of the lubricant had me panting weakly with lust and trying to hump his hand.
"Stop that." Master growled, and I froze.
His attention focused on my balls then, but in a good way. His hands gently cradled the slick sensitive pouch, rubbing and kneading lightly and painlessly. It felt very good, and it felt almost like an act of trust, that I could feel so good with two of the most vulnerable and delicate objects in my body in his hand.
I craned my head up to watch again, panting breathlessly. This time I felt a cold mixture of fear and excitement crawl up my belly like tendrils of frost.
Master Anthony had torn off a length of the thin gauze and had draped it so lightly over my loose and relaxed ball sac. Then his hands moved smoothly and gracefully, wrapping up my testes into a tight swollen little pouch with the gauze.
I let out a weak cry and sucked harder as he held the tight pouch in his hand and gently ran his fingernails over it. Wrapping it up didn't hurt, it just made my sac tight and a little uncomfortable and extremely sensitive. I could feel the cold beads of sweat popping up on my forehead and chest and under my arms. His fingernails were tracing lines of static electricity over the sensitive skin.
I moaned as Master wrapped one hand firmly around my sac and the other around my slick cock, which had wilted a little from the anxiety. He gave it a few long strokes that had me arching my back and groaning through the gag.
He settled into a delicious rhythm of slow hard strokes to my lubricated cock and gently squeezing and releasing my pouch in a sensation that felt hot and heavy and pulsing and just a little painful. Soon I was on the way to a climax, dancing on the red-hot edge of it, when Master released my genitals entirely.
I groaned with frustration and squirmed a little, I could see my poor denied cock bouncing between my trembling thighs. I felt sore from the spreader bar and my ass still ached from yesterday's beating but now my pain and discomfort only fed my arousal. I could feel my pulse thump dully in my aching nuts and in the tip of my red swollen cock.
"Shh... Calm down Simon, we have more work to do."
I moaned and squirmed weakly with discomfort as he went digging in the toy chest again. I longed for his touch. He took out a long thin black case. It reminded me of the case that my father had left his reading glasses in, but it was about a foot long and even thinner then the glasses case. He had also taken out a small blue bottle of disinfectant.
