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Dangerous Liaison

... moved away and then back. I jumped when my balls were taken, and then held as still as I could, although trembling, as I felt the cold metal of a ball stretcher being placed.

For a few moments I could just feel a slight tugging and movement, but then I realized this stretcher must have two bars, and they were widening.

I dragged in a shaky breath. Flinching when my balls were flicked. "Okay, Sub?" I nodded. "Green?"

I nodded again and whispered, "Green, Master." Then concentrated on breathing as slowly as possible as the pressure on my delicate skin increased.

Finally, "That should do it. I'm going to add some weights."

I braced, but unlike some masters, this one didn't let the weight drop and laugh as I cried out and struggled.

Instead he steadily added weight after weight, letting my balls take the strain gradually. In between weights he stroked my cock a few times, which was hard and throbbing. No doubt red and angry looking, I must have been hard for well over an hour by now.

The intensity increased until I whimpered. I swear my balls felt like they had been stretched to my ankles. I shifted slightly and the weight swayed ponderously between my legs, forcing a sob out.

I breathed through my gritted teeth. Harder when Master pressed himself against my ass again, his hands caressing my chest, tugging and twisting my nipples as he watched us in the mirror.

"Don't be scared to scream. I want you to scream." I pressed my lips together. "You think ...

... you can resist me?" Master asked, and fisted my cock, making a short tunnel.

"Fuck my hand," he growled near my ear. "Fuck my hand if you want me to make you scream."

I started to move. Whimpering and shuddering as the motion caused my balls to be pulled and stretched.

"Faster." I started to sob and shake as I thrust faster. The pressure unbearable, but the feel of my cock sliding in Master's tight fist, lubricated by my own pre-cum, was heaven.

Even as I moved my hips, as hard as my restraints would allow, Master continued to tease and punish my nipples. I edged closer, my breath coming out in violent shudders, and then, my balls tightening in near agony, I got ready to release and literally screamed as Master removed his fist.

He laughed when I screamed again in frustration. Teasing, "Not yet, be patient."

I pulled myself back, shivering with excitement at being so helpless over my own body. Biting my lip to hide a grin when I felt the leather of a small crop brush against my swollen balls.

"Do you want a gag, Sub?"

I nodded, clearly and obviously, then waited, my lips parted until I felt silicone against my bottom lip. It was a penis gag. I let my tongue slip under as it filled my mouth.

I tested as Master secured the gag at the back of my hood. It had air holes, breathing wouldn't be a problem, but drool would. All being well (and so far it was amazing) I would be a muffled, dripping mess in the very near future.

A fast firm tapping began on my ...