I rooted through the toys David had brought from the leather shop for me to use on him. It was a rather eclectic collection. There was a cheap pair of handcuffs (I'd have to warn David that he should always use only double-locking cuffs. These weren't, so I went and got a pair of mine to use on him). There were a couple of candles. "David's into hot wax?" I mused.
David had included some leather thongs, maybe six feet long. There was a leather hood that would cover David's eyes and strap over and around his head, with room for optional ear pieces. There was a small whip, too small to be used on much besides David's cock and balls, which I would use it on. David had brought a butt plug-rather large, so I expected he was used to having things up his ass.
The last item David had brought was the ball press I'd threatened to use on Greg. It was a rather nice one; clear acrylic, so you could see the balls being squashed. There were metal plugs at various points for attaching electrodes. There was even a small ring on the bottom for attaching a rope to pull on the press as it was doing its work. Extra fun! At least for the guy on the OTHER end of the rope!
I'd stacked a couple of MY toys that I planned to use on David near the door. I picked up a parachute ball stretcher and attached a couple of weights. I opened the door, and listened for a moment. I heard someone stirring on the porch, so I guessed David was still there. Not that I'm sure how far he'd have gotten with no clothes on.
I grabbed the black sheets covering the doorway about waist high, and held them together. I called out to David, "David, take hold of the sheets above my hand, and hold them together." I felt his hand grabbing the sheets.
I said, "You were six minutes late getting here. Usually I'd hang six pounds of weight from your nuts, one for each minute. I don't think you have much experience with ball weights, so I'll be nice and only hang THREE pounds, half a pound for each minute. You can show your appreciation later." After a pause I added, "Now, spread your legs and take a couple of steps forward, so you're pressing against the sheets. And you'd better not let go with your hand."
The sheets moved as David pressed against them. Then they started spreading, and I was suddenly facing David's cock and balls. David had a soft, 4" cock, with maybe a 4-guage PA nicely piercing the head. His cock looked good enough to suck on, were I in a sucking mood. Well, not tonight.
David's cock and balls were both covered with hair-I'd soon be ridding him of that. The tuft above and around his cock would soon be gone, too.
I took hold of David's balls and started playing with them, then stretching them away from his cock. There was not much play there; a one-inch stretcher would fit easily, but David would not be very happy if I put a two-incher on him. If I decided to keep playing with him, stretching his ball sac would probably be the first thing I'd do.
I snapped the parachute stretcher around David's balls, then slowly lowered the weights. Had he more experience with weights I'd have just dropped them. But I'm a nice master, and I take care of my boys. David naturally bowed his legs, trying to adjust to the heavy tug on his sac. "Stand up straight!" I ordered. David did.
"I forgot to bring in the mail tonight," I said. "I want you to go and get it. The mailbox is at the street along the driveway." Actually, it was even farther, since it was on the OTHER side of the driveway. "And you'd better not touch your balls, or the weights, or I'll put on some more lead. Now, go!"
David's cock and balls disappeared from between the sheets, and his hand stopped holding them together. I waited a few seconds, then spread the sheets and looked out. I saw David's cute butt as he walked gingerly-so that the weights wouldn't swing-down the driveway. God, did he look adorable. I thought I saw him reach for his balls-I'd have to punish him if he had.
I stepped back inside before David could see me. After a minute or so, I heard the slight jangle from the weights as David stepped back on the porch.
"Here's your mail, Sir," he said. I stuck my hand out between the sheets and took hold of my mail. I guess NOW he expected to be invited in. He was wrong again.