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“It isn’t my intention to make you puke today,” I told him. “Usually, intense ball torture will happen on an empty stomach. If you’re nauseated to the point you’re in danger of puking, I expect you to let me know with ayellow. I’ll check in with you if you say it, so if there’s another reason to say it, that’s fine, too. A red means I release your bondage and check back in with you in an hour to see where we are. You know the word to use if you want to leave my home as soon as you can get dressed, and then never come back.”

“I do, Sir. Thank you for being clear.” His voice was strained because the bondage was a lot before I even began torturing him, and he knew it was about to get a whole helluva lot worse.

I want my play-toys to use a safeword if they are truly in dire pain, but I don’t want them using it willy-nilly for just a great big OUCH. I find that my way makes them use their safewords more judiciously. Everything stops for ared, and then there’s some time to think before the action starts again. If they immediately tell me a problem that makes sense, we can sometimes forego the hour, but that’s extremely rare because I’m quite careful not to do anything that can injure them.

I wasn’t too rough on his balls, but he still had a really hard time with it — though his dick stayed mostly hard throughout. I ended the CBT session with the rubber flogger, going at his dick and balls with it until he was frantic from the pain, and then I caressed the little welts and told him, “Your dick is hard as a rock, boy. Be honest. Did you truly hate it? Or was there some enjoyment in there?”

“The first, Sir. I don’t get any good pain, any enjoyment, from having my balls tortured.” He sighed. “I can’t explain my dick. Sometimes it gets hard when I hate stuff, sometimes it goes soft. I think the power exchange keeps it hard, and the fact I could tell how much you enjoyed hurting me, Sir.”

I’d heard that from s-types before, that if they knew something turned me on, it turned them on for me to do it even when it was something they hated. Only the hard-core s-types usually feel that way, so this was one more point in little Davy’s favor.

I couldn’t believe I’d called him sweetheart earlier, but it came out again while I unwrapped the rope from around his balls and his gasps of pain came one after another. “I know, sweetheart. Sometimes the process of freeing them hurts worse than having them bound, but it’ll get better once the ropes are off.”

I’d put clamps on his nipples about ten minutes earlier, and I reached up and pulled them off rather than opening them and removing them properly, and Davy jumped and yelped as much as he could manage.

“Thank me for waiting until your balls were free to do that.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He said it like he meant it, and I couldn’t help my smile. “You’re welcome, sweet boy.”

I released his ankle cuffs next, but then unlocked the door and went into the cage to release his hands, so I could support him until he got his balance.

During punishment, I’m not opposed to releasing them and watching them struggle to stand, or even fall, but that has no place during playtime.

And now it wasfinallytime to fuck my new boy.

Damn, he wasn’t mine yet — not for more than the night. I needed to watch my inner thoughts because they kept coming out and becoming vocal. I’d called himmy sweet boyearlier, and that didn’t need to happen on our first night together.

I turned him towards me and met his gaze a few seconds, and was once again struck by his pale-blue eyes. There was a slightly darker ring surrounding them, but his eyes were so pale they seemed a little otherworldly, like maybe they’d glow in the dark or something. I cupped his cheek and told him, “I’m pleased, little Davy.”

I walked him to the fucking station, stood him before it, and connected his ankle cuffs to it so his feet were as wide apart as his flexibility allowed. If he became mine, there’d be some stretching in his future because I wanted his legs wider apart, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad about his abilities so I didn’t mention it.

I gave his ass a gentle pat. “Good boy. Lean over, weight on your chest.”

He leaned over with his chest on the support cushion, and I lowered it until he was angled down slightly, but not too much. I usually connect the wrist cuffs out in front of the fuckee, so it lengthens their spine, but I wanted to hold Davy’s arms and use them for leverage, today. More contact and a rougher fuck, since I had a feeling that was what my new boy needed.

I used a six-inch-wide band to secure Davy to the chest cushion and then had my boy grab his elbows behind his back. Two more bands, three-inch ones this time, to secure each wrist to the other forearm, and that left all the room between for me to grab and be skin-on-skin.

“Relax and let me get the plug started on the way out, and then you can push and help.”

Most boys start pushing right away, but I don’t like to give them that much power over what is happening. I want them to relax and let me do it at first, before I order them to help.

Chapter 6

Davy

It was hard not to push the plug out when my new Sir started pulling it, but I forced myself to not react until Master ordered, “Push, slave.”

It was so big, I grunted when the biggest part held me open. I’d been squeezing it so damned tight to keep it in, my asshole muscles were tired. I’d very nearly lost it when Master had made me spread my legs to put me on this device. The only reason I kept it in during the CBT was because my legs were together and I could squeeze my ass around it easier.

And relaxing my ass on command before the cane strikes? It’d taken some coordination to tighten my rectum and relax the cheeks.

“I have a five pound one,” my new Sir said. “We’ll work up. You did well holding this one in. Not everyone would’ve managed. I’m pleased.”

I was horrified that he wanted to work me up to heavier, and beyond happy that I’d pleased him. I had no idea what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

Master walked around in front of me so I could watch him put the condom on. It was one I’d bought, though I didn’t remember him bringing the bag in.