Dom Gets Done

Dom Gets Done Copyright 1998

I'd been in London for almost a week, so the jet lag had worn off. The weather was actually nice, high 70s during the day, 50s at night, and no rain or fog. I was looking forward to the weekend and my appointment with "Dom," a lad I'd corresponded with over the past few months. I'd posted a few stories on the Web; he'd written that he liked them, and one thing had led to another.

Here I was, getting ready to meet him, and to spend the evening working on him. Luckily, since I was going to be in London for a few weeks, I'd been able to talk my boss into springing for an apartment for me. That way Dom and I would have privacy, and there'd be fewer people to hear his groans-or screams.

Dom was a bit younger than me, 19 or 20 to my 40, so we'd decided that a daddy scene might be appropriate. I'm not really a daddy, but I can look the part. I'm kind of stocky, but muscular, have a goatee, commanding eyes (or so I've been told), and am old enough to look like I know how to take care of boys who need it. I had on a pair of jeans (with a leather jock underneath), a work shirt, a nice motorcycle jacket-nicer than any I'd seen here in England-and a pair of heavy black motorcycle boots.

I took a taxi (only crazy people actually drive in London), and got to the bar around 10:30, just as things were starting to happen. For a gay pub it was pretty nice, a lot nicer than some of the bars I've been in. I stopped a moment after I entered, to let my eyes adjust to the low light. I looked around and spotted Dom talking with a few of his friends.

Dom looked like the gif he'd sent me-- His body was in quite good shape with nice muscular definition from swimming and kickboxing. He was about 6' tall, maybe 160 pounds, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He had said he was very hairy 'round his tool, but was otherwise pretty smooth-the gif only showed him from the waist up, so I didn't know-yet-about the hairy belly. Dom was dressed, as expected, in a shirt and vest, worn 501s, and heavy black boots. And he looked as hot as I'd imagined he would.

I saw Dom checking out the crowd, looking for me. I'd told him I'd be in around 10:00, and that he'd better not be late; better he should wait than I should. I glanced his way, and we made brief eye contact. I looked back at him and silently commanded him to come to me. After a brief hesitation, he looked down, then slowly started working his way through the crowd to me. When he got close to me, he looked up and said, not very originally, "Hi."

After we had made brief small talk, I handed Dom a five pound note and said, "Get me a pint of lager. Get yourself one too, if you want. He turned away, and mumbled something like, "Yes, sir." I barked, "What did you say?" He turned to me and replied, almost sneering, "Yes, Sir." That one was going to cost him.

I decided to get right to the point. I asked Dom where his collar was, the one he had worn in the picture he'd sent me, and he said, "In my bag." I told him, "Go and put it on. And leave your shirt there. Dom looked at me, as if to say, "Maybe they take off their shirts in America, but here in England?" So I added, "Unless you want to get it ripped off, later."

Without a word, Dom turned and went to the bar. I saw the bartender give him a gym bag-I'd told Dom to pack a change of clothes and "whatever toys you want me to use on you." Dom took off his vest, then took off his shirt and put it into the bag. He then got out a slave collar and carefully fastened it around his neck. He then put the vest back on. He zipped up the gym bag and handed it back to the bartender. A couple of guys nearby watched him, and watched me as Dom walked back, to find out what fate-and I-had in store for him.

Dom came back a couple of minutes later, sans shirt, and looking almost cocky in his collar. And as hot as I had remembered from his picture. I ran an appreciative hand down his chest, almost stroking it. He closed his eyes and purred happily. Hey, a daddy's got to be nice to his boys, too; he only has to be mean when they need it.

After a couple of minutes of stroking, and pulling lightly at the small tufts of hair around his tits and lower chest, I asked Dom, "Do you shave your balls?" "No," he replied. He sounded like he thought I'd be pleased that he was "natural." I was pleased, but not for that reason; if I'd turned around he'd have seen the red and white striped hanky in my back pocket. "Cock?" I asked. "No." "Ass?" "No." "Good," I said, "You saved them for me to do. But don't worry. I never shave off more than the hair.

I made Dom get us a couple of more drinks. When he came back I asked him if he was wearing underwear. He said he was. I asked if it was a new pair, and he said, "No, it's an old pair. But clean, Sir." I said, "Lucky for you that they're clean, they'll make a good gag if you get too loud." With my left hand I reached down the right side of his 501s and pulled up on his underwear until I could curl my fingers under and through the leg hole. I held my fist high enough that I could tell the underwear was pressing tightly on his balls. Good; show him who's boss.

With my right hand I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folding knife. I flicked it open one-handedly, and without further ado I cut through the cloth in my fist. He eyes kind of goggled, but he stood there taking it like a man. Or boy. I pulled up on the underwear on Dom's left side, and quickly cut the material. I then reached down Dom's front, took a good hold of his underwear and gave it a good yank. Dom had been smart enough to stand kind of spread- legged, so the underwear came right off. Light blue bikinis, clean except for a small wet spot in front, about the place wear pre-cum would have dripped. I shoved the tattered cloth into Dom's hip pocket and told him, "Save these. We might need them later."

I told Dom to give me the thong of leather he was wearing knotted around his neck. He handed it to me quietly, almost quivering with anticipation. I handed it back to him and ordered, "Go into the men's room and tie this around your balls. Not your cock, just your balls. When we get back to my place I'm going to hang some weights from it. And if the leather falls off, or the knot comes untied, then I'M going to tie it around your balls. And then I'M going to hang TWICE as much weight on them. So if it falls off with 5 pounds, it isn't going to fall off with 10 pounds." Dom stared at me a moment, then said, "Yes, Sir." He turned around and walked slowly toward the men's room.

When Dom came back, we walked a bit, and I absent-mindedly played with his tits. "That reminds me," I exclaimed. "I have a present for you!" I pulled a small wrapped box out of my pocket. "This is for you," I said.

"Thanks," said Dom, as he unwrapped his gift. He opened the box and pulled out a fine set of tit clamps. Unlike most clamps, which just have small nubs on either jaw, these clamps had flat ends, maybe a quarter of an inch wide, with very fine teeth, perfect for getting a good grip.

"Here," I said, reaching for them, "Let me help put them on." Dom handed the clamps to me, then stood there obediently as I opened his vest and fastened a clamp around his right tit. He sucked in his breath as the teeth bit into his skin. "The teeth will loosen up a little, with time," I remarked, "Or else you'll get used to them. Tonight, for example, you'll have the rest of the evening to get used to them." With that I fastened the other clamp onto Dom's left tit. I then slowly pulled on the chain connecting the clamps. Dom's tits pulled out from his chest, and the teeth held. I pulled further, and Dom started thrusting his chest toward me. I put my other palm on his chest, to prevent him from moving, and pulled again. "They'll do," I said, releasing the chain. The vest swung back in place, exposing only a few inches of the chain connecting the clamps.

"Come with me," I said, suddenly. "I have to go to the bathroom." Dom followed me, but seem surprised when I led him not toward the men's room but toward a back corner of the bar. I shoved one hand down the front of Dom's jeans and asked, "Where's the leather thong?" When I found the thong circling Dom's balls, I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed, rolling them between my thumb and palm. Dom gasped with pain, but I could feel his cock starting to harden. I released his balls, and took hold of the leather thong and pulled it up along his cock I then worked the thong along Dom's sac, taking out most of the slack for when I pulled upward on it.

As I pulled my hand out of Dom's jeans, I pulled Dom's balls upward, in front of his now mostly-hard cock. I kept a grip on the thong, then wrapped it around my fist a slowly pulled upward. As expected, Dom's balls followed. When they were pulled as far as they could comfortably be pulled, Dom tried raising himself by standing on his toes, no mean feat in the heavy boots he had on. I pulled him closer to the bar, noting the height of the edge of the bar against the leather thong. "Good," I thought, "It has a sharp edge, perfect for what I have in mind." I stopped pulling upward on the thong, and made a knot in the leather about half an inch shorter than where I'd measured. I knew the leather would stretch, or else Dom's balls would.

I took hold of the thong again, and pulled Dom against the bar. I pulled upward, so the knot in the leather just cleared the edge of the bar. Dom stood there on tiptoes, straining a little at the tug on his balls. I handed him the thong and said, "I'm going to take a piss. You'd better keep the knot ON the bar." I turned to the guy sitting on a barstool nearby, who'd been watching us the whole time, and asked, "Would you mind watching my boy here to make sure he keeps the knot on the bar?" The guy, who looked like he might of trained a boy or two in his time, agreed, so off I went. I would swear I'd seen Dom's chest swell with pride when I had said, "MY boy."

I took my time in the men's room, doing my business, combing my hair, checking out the action, before I slowly made my way back to Dom and his guard. "How'd he do?" I asked his watcher. "Fine," the guy said; I think he was a little disappointed; now there'd be no show.

I turned to Dom and said, "Good boy." He smiled, proud, I guess, that he'd passed another test. I left the knot in the leather; in the future Dom could look at it and remember its significance. I shoved it most of the back down the front of his jeans, leaving just enough for me to grab. I asked Dom if he was ready to go. He said he was, so I asked him if he had taken a shower before coming to the bar. He said he had, so I asked if he had cleaned himself inside AND OUT. Dom said, "No," but that he had "stuff to do the job" in his gym bag. I told him to get his bag, and we left the bar, me walking in front, of course.

I hailed a cab, and we got in. I gave the driver the address of my apartment as we got in. The driver didn't give us a second glance; I guess he'd seen guys in leather before. I told Dom I wanted to see what was in his bag, and he handed it to me. I unzipped it, and looked in. Underneath the shirt Dom had taken off earlier was a change of underwear and socks. Beneath that I found an assortment of dildoes, an enema bag with tube attached, a parachute ball stretcher (I guess Dom was no stranger to weights), and a couple of lengths of leather, like the thong Dom has worn around his neck, only longer. Good; I had a good use for those. Including the toys I had brought with me from the States, we now had enough for hours of fun!

The driver dropped us off in front of my apartment building. Instead of heading right in, I announced, "I'm a bit hungry. Let's go get a bite." Dom looked at me. "You have a good body," I said, "Let's show it off." I took hold of the chain connecting Dom's tits and gave a gentle tug to get Dom to follow me. Well, maybe not so gentle; Dom gave a slight shout. I turned and glared at him. "Sorry, Sir," he said, meekly, and hung his head in shame. I told him to follow me and headed down the street to a late-night fish and chips place.

The shop was a bit crowded, but I managed to find us a small table. A couple of people had given us strange looks when we had come in, and I could see a couple others pointing at us and talking. After we were settled, I got out a ten-pound note and told Dom to get me an order of fish and chips, and a Coke, and to get himself whatever he wanted. Dom started whining about being seen with just his vest on, so I stuck out my hand and told him, "So you don't like wearing your vest? Give it here." Dom looked at me in horror. I repeated, "Give me the vest. You don't like it, so I'll take it." Dom hesitated, so I repeated, "NOW. GIVE ME THE VEST." Dom slowly took of the vest and handed it to me. He then slowly stood up. Now even more people were looking at him, standing there with no shirt on and a set of tit clamps biting into his tits.

Dom walked over to stand in line to order. I will say that I was proud of him; he could tell people were talking about him, but he completely ignored it. He had whined to his Daddy, and had to be punished. And he took his punishment like a man. While he was waiting to order, I saw someone stop to ask him something. He turned and gestured to me, and said something. Shortly thereafter, Dom came back carrying our food. I asked him what had happened. Dom said, "The guy asked me why I didn't have a shirt on. I told him I had complained about my vest, so my Daddy had made me take it off." I told Dom that he'd still have to be punished when we got back to the apartment for whining at me. Dom looked contrite, but I still decided he needed to be punished.

We finished out food and got up to leave. I handed the vest to Dom and said, "Here, put this on. It's cold out." Dom thanked me, then put on the vest, picked up the gym bag, and followed me out of the shop. We walked the half block to the apartment building and went in. As we rode the elevator, I began rubbing Dom's chest, and he began purring. He stood in the hallway, waiting patiently as I dug out the key to the apartment. I unlocked and opened the door, and Dom followed me in. I closed the door, turned to Dom, and told him to put down the gym bag. I then put my arms around him and started hugging him. I then pressed my lips against his, and his mouth opened as I thrust my tongue forward. After we had kissed I released him and bade him, "Welcome."

I told Dom to strip, as I left him to use the bathroom. When I came back in a few minutes, I was not wearing my jacket, and, unbeknownst to Dom, I had put a top harness on under my shirt. I'd also turned on the radio to a cool station I'd found earlier in the week, good background music for the kind of fun I had planned. Dom stood there, naked and obediently waiting. I noticed that his socks had been neatly rolled and stuffed into his boots, and that his jeans and vest had been neatly folded and placed out of the way. Someone had trained Dom well. I had carried a five-pound weight back into the room with me and said, "Now it's time to see how good a knot you tied. I 'borrowed' this weight from the gym. It's only five pounds, you can handle that, can't you?"

Dom said, "Sure," and I remember that he had said he could handle pain in one of his emails to me. We'd see. I took the thong hanging from Dom's balls, and tied the weight to it. When I released it, I let it down slowly, then started it swinging back and forth between Dom's legs. He winced a little, but didn't say anything; either he DID have experience with weights, or he had learned not to complain.

Only then did I start to examine my catch for the night. Dom WAS pretty good- looking, and it was obvious he exercised. He did not have the bulk of a body- builder; he had the real muscles of someone who was active, who played sports, like kickboxing and swimming. His arms were nicely muscled-I really like a good set of arms-and his legs were "to die for," so to speak. I walked behind him. Dom had a nice, tight butt, further evidence of the demands of a sport like kickboxing.

In front again, I noted that Dom's cock was uncut, not unexpected given he was English. His balls hung down nicely, especially with the weight hanging from it. I sat down, facing Dom, and told him, "Take off my boots and socks. And the weight had better not hit the ground." I'd tied it quite close to Dom's balls, so it would be pretty easy for Dom to obey that command. Dom knelt, and carefully untied my boots and slipped them off my feet. He took off my socks, carefully rolling up each one and putting them neatly into my boots.

I stood up and told Dom to take my shirt off. He unbuttoned it, and carefully pulled it off, exposing the harness. I guess he liked what he saw. Dom looked at me for permission, which of course I gave, and he began nuzzling my chest hair with his nose. He was purring as I held his head against my chest and played with his hair. After a couple of minutes of cuddling, I released Dom's head, and slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid them off. I handed them to Dom, who carefully folded them and set them down neatly. He then stood up and faced me, waiting for my next command.

"Now it's time to give it the real test," I said. "Give me one hundred jumping jacks," I commanded. Dom looked at me dumbly, so I asked, "Don't they call them jumping jacks in England?"

Dom answered, "Excuse me, Sir. I don't know what jumping jacks are." So I showed him. I stood at attention, legs together, arms flat at my side, chest out, head upright, eyes looking straight ahead. I then jumped straight up, pressing off of both feet, and landing with my feet spread roughly shoulder- width apart. At the same time I brought my arms out and swung them over my head, fingers touching. I gave another jump, reversing the motion, bringing my feet together again, and swinging my arms back to my sides.

I told Dom, "That's ONE jumping jack. You're in good shape, so give me a hundred." Dom looked at me, realizing, I guess, the effect as he jumped up and down with a five-pound weight hanging from his balls. "Go," I said. Dom jumped, spreading his legs and landing with slightly-bent knees, cushioning the shock on his balls. "Keep your legs straight!" I roared. Dom jumped again, bringing his feet together, this time landing without bending his knees. I watched his balls stretch as the weight pulled downward.

"That one doesn't count," I told Dom. "And if you bend your knees again, I'll make you start over at 'one.' Now give me one hundred jumping jacks, and count them out as you do them."

Dom jumped, landing on straight legs. He winced slightly from the pain on his balls. He jumped again, bringing his legs together, and called out, "One." Jump, legs apart. Jump, legs together, "Two." I stood there, hands on hips, watching. Dom soon got into the rhythm, and I guess his balls started numbing, or else they were getting used to the weight. By "thirty" or so, Dom looked like he was almost enjoying it. I could also here him thinking, "I'll make him proud of me." By sixty I could see a different thought on his face, "Only forty to go." By eighty his face showed, "God, I hope my balls last." The last five or so jumping jacks looked like they were done on pure willpower.

Dom called out, "One hundred," and stood there, waiting. His balls were visibly hanging lower, and I commented, "Good boy!" Dom beamed. I added, "You do that every day for a couple of months, and your balls'll be hanging down to your knees!" I reached over, and unfastened the weight, then untied the leather thong. "It's a good thing the knot held," I commented. "You probably wouldn't want to do the jumping jacks with ten pounds hanging from your balls!" Dom looked at me in horror. I grabbed his balls, and bounced them up and down a couple of times, just for fun.

I told Dom, "Wait right here," and went into my bedroom to get something I'd brought from the States, a three-inch ball stretcher. Dom's balls were hanging so low from the weight that it was no stretch-pun intended-for me to fasten the leather band around Dom's balls. The stretcher also had a detachable strap which could be used to separate the balls and also to attach weight to, and I ran it between Dom's balls and snapped it into place.

I then turned and got some things out of Dom's gym bag. "Come with me," I said. "It's time to clean you out." I led Dom into the bathroom. I told him, "Bend over and brace yourself on the tub." Dom turned and bent over, bracing himself as instructed. "Spread your legs further apart," I commanded.

I took some lubricant and spread it around the nozzle of the enema tube I'd taken from Dom's bag. Slowly I inserted into Dom's ass, twisting it into place. I then squeezed the pump, inflating the ring inside Dom's sphincter. The tube was the kind with a double seal, so I then inflated the ring outside Dom's ass. I wiggled the tube to make sure it was secure. It wasn't going any place until the rings were deflated. I asked Dom if it was comfortable, and he said it was.

Since I didn't have an enema tube attachment for the shower, I had to use the bag from Dom's gym bag. I filled it up with warm water, and turned to Dom. "Assume the position!" I told him. Dom got into a crawl position, then raised his ass into the air. I attached the enema bag to the tube up his ass, and let the water flow. Since the bag was not very large, I decided Dom could hold a lot more. I filled the bag again, and let it flow. I didn't want it to be too uncomfortable for what I had in mind, so I stopped at two bags.

I released the bag from the tube, and made sure the valve was securely closed. I didn't want any accidents! I told Dom to follow me, and led him back to the living room. I then said to him, "You do warm up exercises and practice kicks when kickboxing, don't you?" Dom said that he did. "Well, show me!" I commanded. I figured ten or fifteen minutes of hard exercise would really churn the water in Dom's gut, really clean him out.

Dom decided to put on a good show, and immediately pirouetted, extended his foot and kicked quite high. He turned and did another fancy move. After five minutes or so, I decided I was thirsty. "Keep going," I said, as I went to the kitchen for a beer. I could see Dom from the kitchen as he lunged, pivoted, and did some stuff with his arms. "Good," I thought, "He's still working hard even though I'm not watching."

After about fifteen minutes, Dom was panting a little; the combination of the workout and the enema were starting to get to him. After twenty minutes I told him he could stop. We went back to the bathroom and I told him to squat over the toilet. I released the valve on the enema tube, and let the water flow. When Dom was drained, I filled him up for a second round. This time I used almost three bags full of water.

I told Dom to follow me into the living room. This time I pulled out a couple of chairs from the dining room, and turned them towards the middle of the room, maybe two feet apart. I then took the five-pound weight, and fastened it to Dom's balls stretcher. "Lie face down on the floor in front of the chairs," I told Dom. "Now get in a position to do push ups," I said, "It's time to work on your arms." Dom moved his hands next to his shoulders, and got his feet into position. He looked up at me, waiting for the signal to go. Instead, I knelt by his feet, and got hold of his ankles. I lifted them, and rested his toes on the seats of the two dining room chairs. I figured the angle would make the water run deep into his belly, doing a good job of cleaning him out. I now told him, "Give me, say, fifty pushups. And count them out as you do them. And if you bend your back, or knees, or the weight touches the floor, you'll start over."

I stood behind the dining room chairs, admiring the view of Dom's ass, stuffed with the tube, balls hanging down, as Dom did his first pushup and called out, "One!" Just try doing pushups in that tilted position, with a five-pound weight attached to your balls and a half-gallon or so of water in your gut! Dom gave it a good try; he reached twenty-seven before his knees first bent. "Start over," I commanded.

This time Dom lasted to thirty-eight, before bending his knees. I told him, "Since you didn't let the weight hit the ground, I'll be nice. Give me twenty more and we'll call it quits, but only if they're perfect. Get up on your fingertips." Dom raised himself on the tips of his fingers, and counted out twenty perfect pushups. In fact, he counted out ten more, before stopping! He then waited, until I told him he could get up.

By then the water must have been churning something fierce, but Dom was not complaining. I undid the weights and the ball stretcher, then led him back to the bathroom, and we emptied him out. I asked him how he felt, and he grinned at me and said, "Drained!" I laughed, and hugged him, and told him it was time to clean our outsides. I let the air out of the rings holding the enema tube up Dom's ass, and slowly pulled it out. I handed it to Dom and told him to clean it up while I got the shower ready.

One thing I'll say for the apartment is that it had a large bathtub-shower combination. The thing had to be four feet wide and close to eight feet long. I turned on the water, and let it come up to temperature. I took off my harness and jock, giving Dom his first look. My cock and balls were shaved, and my pubic hair was neatly trimmed. My balls hung low; they naturally do. My cock is nothing to brag about, four inches soft and just over seven inches hard; it does the job. I unfastened the ball stretcher from around Dom's sac, and we got into the shower. I pulled the door closed, then turned and faced Dom. I hugged him close to me and we kissed deeply as the warm water sprayed over us.

I took out a bath brush, and handed it to Dom. I told him to soap it up and to scrub me clean. I leaned against the wall of the shower with arms outspread as he ran the brush across my back. My cock started stiffening as the brush scraped and caressed my body. I told Dom to do my arms next, then work his way down my body.

I turned around so Dom could do my chest, the work his ways down my torso. As he knelt in front of me scrubbing my thighs, his face was but inches from my cock. I could sense that he was leaning forward, closing in, and quickly cuffed him on the side of the head. "Sorry, Sir," he said, eyes downcast, as he continued scrubbing. "There's time for that later," I told him.

When I was satisfied that I was clean, I told Dom to stand up. "It's your turn," I said. This time I picked up a scrub brush, like the kind you use to scrub floors, hard, pointy bristles sunk into a wooden handle. "Turn around and face the wall," I said to Dom. I soaped up the brush, then ran it lightly across Dom's back. I started rubbing it in circles, then started pressing harder. Dom's skin reddened as I scrubbed.

I worked my way down Dom's back, concentrating on his ass for a couple of minutes. It, too, took on a nice blush as I scrubbed. I continued around Dom's body, scrubbing one side, working my way up his arm, then turning him to face me. I ran the hard bristles across his chest, carefully avoiding the tit clamps and the chain which still hung from Dom's by now very sore tits. I felt him wince. He was good, though; he did not complain. Lucky for him! I finished with his chest, and worked my way up and down his other arm.

As I scrubbed, I could sense Dom letting go, feeling the pain but taking it in. His cock even started with the intensity of the sensations. When I took hold of the tip and ran the brush along the length of it, it started softening. I scrubbed more quickly, and harder, making sure Dom's cock was thoroughly cleaned before it softened completely. I continued down Dom's legs, even lifting each leg to run the brush oh so lightly over the bottoms of each foot. At last I was satisfied that Dom was clean, and set down the brush.

I reached for a razor blade and shaving cream. Dom looked at me in confusion as I handed them to him. I turned to face the wall and braced myself as I told him, "I have trouble doing a good job on my ass. So now I want YOU to do a good job."

"I've never shaved anyone, Sir," Dom said.

"Well, it's time you learned how, then" I replied. "I won't always be around to shave you!" As he knelt behind me I told him, "Spread a thin layer of shaving cream on and around my asshole. Don't spread it to thick." I felt Dom's tentative touch as he started rubbing the cream on me.

"Now scrape gently, top to bottom," I told him. I felt as he started scraping. After a minute or so, I told him, "Now spread my hole with one hand and hold it open to get the last hairs." I felt Dom's hands-they were gentle hands-as he complied with my order. When I felt him stop, I turned and stood under the shower, cleaning off all traces of shaving cream. I then reached behind, and felt that Dom had done a good job. I turned to where he still lay kneeling, waiting for a sign from me. I motioned, and he stood up and moved closer. I put my arms around him, lightly hugging him. I ran my fingers lightly over his still sore back, and could tell by Dom's movements that it was still very sensitive. Good.

"It's now time to shave you," I told Dom. I reached out of the shower, and grabbed a thick towel that I'd conveniently put in arm's reach. I folded it into a thick pillow, and laid it on the floor of the shower, maybe a foot from the wall. "I want you to do a headstand, with your chest facing the wall," I said to Dom. "Brace your feet on the wall." Dom stood there a moment, trying to figure out how to comply. Then he bent over, spread his hands on the floor, and carefully raised his feet into a handstand. I steadied his feet as he turned to face the wall. He then lowered his head, neatly centering it in the pillow of towel I'd provided. He then spread his feet against the wall.

I picked up a razor and shaving cream, and quickly shaved Dom's ass. I couldn't help inserting a couple of fingers into Dom's ass, now clean inside and out. I spread my fingers, judging the tightness. "He's had a few things up here," I thought.

I told Dom it was time to turn around, and carefully helped as he worked his still upside-down body around. I found a cock pointing straight at me, probably hard from my ass play. Still, it was hard without permission. I curled my fingers around Dom's ball sac, forcing his balls up and away from his body. I made a fist with my other hand, and started pounding on his balls, first lightly, then harder as Dom's cock stayed hard. Finally I must have pounded hard enough, or hit the right spot, because Dom gave a sudden cry and his cock got limp. "That's better," I told him.

As long as I had Dom's balls trapped, I shaved them first. I then did the underside, cleaning the skin between Dom's balls and asshole. This time I let his cock harder; it's easier to shave when it's hard. I then worked the razor across Dom's bush, which quickly smooth "as the day he was born."

"We're done cleaning up," I said to Dom. "Now it's time for fun, so don't go away." I quickly stepped out of the shower and grabbed a couple of things, then got back in. Dom, of course, stayed upside-down, head resting on the towel, feet braced against the wall, cock pointing out at me, balls hanging down. I showed Dom what I had gotten; it was one of the larger dildoes Dom had had in his gym back. He looked at it in horror, and tried to gulp, not an easy feat when you're upside-down. "You're nice and clean, and nice and loose, so this should slip right in."

"I've never had it in," Dom said. "It's bigger than anything I'm used to" he added.

"I'm happy you've chosen me to help you do it the first time," I said, as I started greasing up the dildo with the lubricant which I had also brought back into the shower. I ran a bit of lubricant around and into Dom's hole. I then rinsed off my greasy hand, and took hold of Dom's balls, once again making a fist around his stretched sac. With the other hand I positioned the dildo above Dom's hole. "Spread your legs," I told him. Dom sort of walked his legs wider along the shower wall.

I place the head of the dildo against Dom's hole and pressed. Dom's asshole resisted. I pressed harder, but still Dom wasn't relaxing. I tightened my grip on Dom's ball sac, and placed my thumb over one of his balls. I started pulling upward, stretching Dom's sac. At the same time I pressed hard with my thumb. Dom gasped in pain, but suddenly the head of the dildo worked its way in. I continued tugging on Dom's balls and pressing the dildo downward. By now there were some four inches of dildo tightly held in Dom's ass, so I let go of the dildo.

I made a fist, and started pounding on the base of the dildo, forcing it deeper into Dom's ass. At the same time I kept the pressure on Dom's trapped ball. When there were only a couple of inches of dildo left sticking out of Dom's ass, I stopped pounding, and stood there admiring my work. I did not let go of Dom's sac, though.

After a bit I took hold of the dildo, and started easing it upward and outward. When only an inch or two remained inside, I started pressing downward again, forcing the dildo back in. As I pushed, I pulled upward on Dom's ball sac. Again I stopped, then slowly withdrew the dildo. Again I forced it back in, pulling upward on Dom's sac. "Tell me before you cum," I commanded; "It's not time yet."

In and out, in and out when the dildo, first slowly, then faster as Dom's sphincter tired and relaxed. I felt some tension in Dom's ball sac, even as I stretched it. Dom gasped, "Please, Sir. Stop, Sir. I'm getting close; real close." I stopped suddenly, the dildo most of the way out. I slowly pushed downward, pressing it deep into Dom's gut. This time I pressed until the base was almost flush with Dom's skin, leaving just enough to put it out. At the same time I let got of Dom's balls. "You can get down now," I said. "Clean yourself up," I added.

Dom pressed away from the wall, and I helped as he lowered his feet to the ground. He struggled to get up, as anyone would with a giant log up his ass! Dom put his ass to the shower and cleaned off all traces of lubricant. He turned to face the shower and cleaned his cock and balls also. At last he was done, and he turned to face me, awaiting my next order.

I turned off the water, and we got out of the shower. I handed Dom a towel, and took one for myself. After we were both dry, I turned to Dom and said, "Come with me. You said you enjoyed pain. Not it's time to give you some enjoyment!" Actually, he'd said he could STAND pain, not that he enjoyed it, but, who's quibbling?

I led Dom into the living room and to a bare patch of wall. There was a light attached to the wall high up near the ceiling. I told Dom to wait for me, and went to get a couple of things. As I came back, I grabbed one of the dining room chairs and wheeled it closer.

I told Dom to "assume the position." He stood just below the light and put his palms flat on the wall, a little above shoulder height. His legs were back a ways. Just like in the cop movies, I hooked his ankles with my foot and kicked them back further from the wall, so he was at more of an angle.

I then turned to Dom and said, "The essence of a good scene is not what is real, but what you think is real. I then picked up a spool of thread-ordinary black sewing thread, not even heavy coat thread, and continued, "For example, I'm telling you that this thread is unbreakable. Therefore, so long as we're in this scene, it is. In fact, if things get too much, you simply break the thread and the scene ends." With that I tied the thread to one of Dom's wrists. I reached up and wound the thread a couple of times around the post supporting the light, then quickly tied it to his other wrist. I easily tore the thread, leaving Dom "tied" to the light.

I set down the spool and picked up something else. I showed it to Dom and said, "This looks like an extra long pancake flipper, like the kind you'd use on a non-stick pan." That's what it had been in its former life. "I discovered that if you heat it in the oven, it loses some-- but not all-- of its stiffness. That makes it perfect for using on a certain part of your anatomy." With that I looked at Dom's balls and grinned wickedly. "But before that," I continued, "I want to soften up you back and backside just a little bit more. The scrubbing I gave you has probably worn off by now."

I picked up a small whip which I'd taken from Dom's gym bag. It had a short handle, only six inches long or so, attached to maybe a dozen strands of leather, each about fifteen inches long. It was perfect for giving a good whipping without much chance of breaking the skin. It looked new, so I asked Dom if he'd used it before. "No, Sir," he said, "I bought it special as a gift for you."

I moved closer to Dom and gave him a kiss. "Thank, you," I said, "I'll try to make good use of it!" I then stood behind and beside Dom and swished the whip through the air experimentally. The whip was well balanced, the handle comfortable and nicely weighted. With a twitch of the wrist I brought the strands across Dom's back. It made a satisfying noise. Dom flinched, but did not say anything.

I flicked the whip against Dom's back again, in the same spot. I saw Dom tense up, so I moved the whip lower for the next hit. The whip lashed his back and left a trace of red lines. I spent the next couple of minutes working the lash up and down Dom's upper back, until it was covered with a moir patter of red. I started aiming lower, carefully avoided Dom's kidneys.

I bent my arm and shoulder and got my weight into it as the whip lashed across Dom's ass. Again and again I criss-crossed Dom's ass. A few wayward strands of the whip wrapped delicately between Dom's thigh's, one or two just barely tickling his balls, making him wince and even wriggle. I started playing a game, aiming to just brush Dom's balls. Evidently I was not very good at this game; Dom was bouncing on his feet and sucking in his breath as again and again the thongs of the whip landed solidly on his balls.

I stepped back just a bit, and with considerable practice-- much to Dom's discomfort-- got to the point where I could lay the whip exactly where I wanted it, the tips of the thongs snapping sharply, but accurately, on the back of Dom's balls, or the top of his asshole, or across his shoulders, exactly where I was aiming.

The nice thing about the whip was that it was too soft to break the skin, but hard enough to raise a nice pattern of red from just below Dom's hairline to the tops of his thighs. Finally my arm tired, and I laid the whip down. Dom started hanging down, then must have realized that he could break the thread, and stood up, leaning against the wall and catching his breath. I asked him how he felt, and he gasped out, "Fine, Sir. I can take more, Sir."

I went and got the dining room chair, and set it behind and just a little off to the side of where Dom leaned against the wall. I had picked up something in my hand, something I was careful to hide from Dom as I sat down and positioned myself. I took a good look at Dom's reddened back and buttocks, and noted that Dom's balls still hung loosely from beneath his cock. I'd noticed, incidentally, that his cock was somewhat hard from the whipping he'd received, I guess he really DID like pain!

I sat on the edge of the chair, my arm hanging down, aimed between Dom's spread legs. Suddenly I bent my arm, raising the wrist which held the kitchen spatula. The flat of the blade struck Dom's balls solidly, forcing him onto his toes. He let out a hoarse yell, then gasped, "Sorry, Sir," as he stood there catching his breath from the pain.

"Was that too much?" I asked.

"No, Sir," Dom replied, "It was just unexpected."

I stood up and went into the other room. I changed the station on the radio, finding one playing music with a heavier beat. I came back into the room where Dom waited, carrying the pair of underwear which he had brought to change into. "Open your mouth," I commanded. I shoved the underwear into Dom's open mouth. I took a long piece of leather thong and wrapped it a couple of times around Dom's head, securing the gag in place. "Remember," I said, "If it gets to be too much, simply break the thread and I'll stop. And you'd better stop me before you come-if you come without permission then I'll keep beating your balls until you come a second time. Do you understand?" With this last question I was standing behind Dom, holding his balls in one hand, pulling them downward and working them, not softly, with my thumb and fingers,

Dom said what I took to be, "Yes, Sir," through the gag, and shook his head up and down.

I sat down again, and go my wrist ready, then waited. I could see Dom tensing up as he awaiting the first blow. Finally he exhaled, and seemed to relax. I struck! Dom shouted through the gag, but the muffled noise could hardly be heard in the next room. I struck again, driving his balls upward against the base of his penis.

Again and again I struck. I knew the pain must be intense, but not unbearable. Through trial and error I had found a spatula whose plastic blade had just the right amount of give to offer a severe, but not insufferable beating.

I got into a steady rhythm, crashing the spatula blade into Dom's balls in time to the music coming from the other room. Dom also got into the rhythm, rocking on his knees and the balls of his feet in a circular motion, almost like he was air-fucking, the blows on his balls propelling his hips forward. Dom's cock was rock hard as he thrust his hips forward. I looked down at the floor, and saw a couple of drops of pre-cum. I knew Dom was getting close, but I wanted him to tell me to stop. And if he didn't, and he came, well, he'd learn a lesson. Beating an orgasm out of someone takes a lot longer the second time!

I could feel a subtle change in Dom's movement, and could even tell that his balls were tightening, no longer hanging so low when they rebounded from being hit. Dom was close, real close. At last he gave a loud, albeit muffled, shout, and pulled his arms downward, breaking the threads which "bound" him to the wall. I stopped my pounding at once, as promised.

I quickly undid the leather tied around Dom's head, then pulled the gag from his mouth. He stood there gasping, trying to catch his breath from his near- orgasm, trying to ease the pain between his legs. I took hold of the threads still tied around Dom's wrists, easily snapping them. Dom just stood there, leaning against the wall, glassy-eyed. I stood behind him, then reached for and began massaging his shoulders. Dom winced as I touched them, then relaxed a little under my ministrations.

Finally Dom seemed to be breathing almost normally, so I asked him how he felt. "Fine, Sir, he gasped-maybe he wasn't back to normal. "That was intense, Sir. Another minute and I'd have lost it," he continued.

"You did lose some," I said, somewhat severely, pointing at the pre-cum which had dripped onto the floor between Dom's legs. "Why don't you clean it up? Then you can lie down and we can have some more fun," I added.

Dom looked around for a rag or something with which to wipe up his mess. "Your tongue will do," I suggested. Dom gingerly got to his knees, crying out as he caught his swollen balls between his thighs. He bent forward and quickly licked up his mess. He then stood up, facing me, awaiting my next order.

I reached down and hefted Dom's balls in my hand. Don winced, but said nothing. They were visibly larger than before his beating. There were also some traces of red from the whipping they'd also gotten. "I know just the thing to make you forget about the beating," I said. "Even more pain," I thought, but did not say. Taking hold of the chain still attached to Dom's chest these two hours I said, "And we still have to work on these."

I pulled on the chain, and Dom followed me into the bedroom. I told Dom to get into bed, face down. I then climbed into the bed, and laid a couple of bottles by Dom's side. I straddled Dom about mid-thigh, being careful not to set any weight on his sore, red thighs. I opened one of the bottles and poured some olive oil onto the middle of Dom's back. I don't care what they say, I think olive oil is the best cure-all for a good whipping. I delicately massaged the oil into the raw skin of Dom's back. I could feel him relaxing beneath my touch, and he even started purring as I worked my way across the red areas. He gave only an occasional gasp as his weight pressed on his still-sore balls.

Working my way downward, I reached Dom's ass. I picked up a small towel, and took a tight grip on the dildo which still protruded. My whippings and ball- work had not dislodged it, nor driven it deeper into Dom's gut. Dom's sphincter was unwilling to give up its treasure until I smacked him right on his bright-red ass. The pain made him gasp, and his muscles loosed. With an audible sound the dildo slid out of Dom's hole.

I set the dildo aside and poured a generous handful of oil onto Dom's ass. I massage it in, working my hands over his reddened cheeks. My fingers slid along the crack, and soon reached Dom's now-empty hole. I easily slid first one, then a second finger into Dom's hole. I wriggled them around, then pushed deeper, searching for that magical spot. I worked on it for a couple of minutes, watching as Dom wriggled and thrust backward onto my fingers, and forward as he fucked the mattress. I assumed he knew better than to come without permission.

At last I tired of that game, so I pulled my fingers from Dom's hole, and wiped them off. I then reached for another bottle which I'd brought into bed. This time I poured a generous handful of Ben Gay between Dom's shoulder blades. Dom gasped as I rubbed the lotion around and the liquid heat spread fire down his recently-tormented back. I reached his ass, and did not stop.

Dom gasped again as the lotion ran down his crack and into his hole. I ran my fingers lightly around his ass, swirling them closer and closer. Another generous squirt of lotion made sure my fingers were well coated with fire as they entered Dom's asshole. He shouted and thrust his hips upward, which merely forced my fingers deeper into the soft tissues of his ass. I ran my fingers in and out, spreading the lotion around. Finally I decided I had done enough, so I pulled my fingers out.

I put a palm flat on Dom's ass and pressed off it, pushing his balls into the mattress and eliciting another howl. "Don't go away," I said, as I left the room to wash the Ben Gay from my hands. Hot, soapy water and alcohol soon had my fingers clean, although a slight tingle indicated that even the tough skin on my hands had absorbed some of the liquid fire.

I stopped at the kitchen on my way back from the bathroom. I came back into the bedroom to find Dom lying there moaning and wiggling his hips. I stood by his side, looking at him for a minute. "Turn over," I commanded, "It's time to work on your front." Reluctantly, Dom turned over, exposing his tits-- still in clamps, a rock-hard cock, and two magnificently swollen balls.

I set down the bowl I was holding, and pulled a chair next to the bed. I told Dom to move closer to the edge. I told him to put his hands behind his neck and to keep them there. I then reached over and slowly wiggled one of the tit clamps. It was secure. I reached over and wiggled the other one. Its teeth, too, gripped Dom's tit tightly.

I took hold of the chain connecting the clamps, and slowly pulled upward. Dom arched his back as he tried to relieve the pain. I put one hand on his chest and pressed him back to the bed. I then started pulling on the chain again. Dom's tits pulled out from his chest. I pulled further, and Dom started whimpering. I stopped pulling, but did not release the pressure.

I picked up a piece of ice from a bowl I'd brought back with me. I put in on Dom's tit, next to the chain. I started rubbing it around. Dom grunted; the ice eased the pain but he could still feel the pressure of my pulling. I told Dom to hold the ice in place. I then slid my hand along the chain, closer to his other tit. I pulled steadily on the chain. Again Dom cried out. I got another piece of ice and had Dom hold it in place on that sore tit.

Finally I'd decided I'd had enough of that game. I told Dom to take his hands-- and the ice-- away as I release the chain. Then I reached over to one of his tits. Slowly I released the pressure of the clamp; once it was free I set it down on Dom's chest. Dom cried out as the blood flowed. I slapped his hand away as he reached for his sore tit.

After a moment of watching his agony I bent over and slowly flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over the bright red point of Dom's tit. Dom writhed, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. I reached over and slowly unclamped his other tit. Again he cried out as the blood flowed for the first time in a couple of hours. I reached over and took hold of that tit between my thumb and middle-finger nails. I slowly pressed my fingers together, holding and stretching the tit. Then I took the nail of my index finger and slowly scraped it across the tip.

Don screamed and tried to wriggle. I pulled my head up and said, "Be still or I'll put the clamps back on." Dom stopped writhing, but still cried out-in pain but also pleasure as I scrape my fingernail across his swollen tit. I bent back to the tit I'd been licking. This time I moved closer and slowly sucked on Dom's tit. As soon as I had it stretched well away from his chest, I bit. Not hard, but enough to get his attention. It did. Dom bent his chest off the bed, trying to relieve the pressure. I, of course, picked my head up.

I then started grinding my teeth back and forth. All the while my finger nails bit into Dom's other tit and scraped the tip. Looking down Dom's body, I could see his cock was still rock-hard. Whatever pain I was causing to Dom's chest, he was certainly enjoying it!

I then looked at the clock on the headboard and said, "It's getting late. It's time for us to get off." Dom looked at me, hopefully. Instead, I got up and went into the other room. I came back with a few more toys.

First I snapped a rather small parachute harness around Dom's balls. It was a tight fit around Dom's swollen balls. I could tell that the leather was putting pressure on Dom's swollen balls without my even pulling on the chain. I pushed down on his belly with one hand, and pulled slowly and steadily upward with the other. Dom winced as the pressure built on his balls and his sac tried to stretch. At last I stopped.

I showed Dom the next toy. It was an extra long dildo with what looked like a leather handle. Actually I'd drilled out the dildo and inserted a still metal rod almost to the tip. I'd then wrapped the rod in black bicycle handle tape to give me a firm grip. I'd also drilled a hole through the rod, close to where it entered the dildo. If Dom had looked harder, he'd have noticed that the dildo was conical in cross-section. The base was considerably larger around than the head of the dildo.

"Turn around and put your head over the edge of the bed," I commanded. Since I had a hold of the harness around Dom's balls, and was pulling, Dom followed my command. "Now, give me your legs," I told him.

Dom lifted his legs, and I soon had him bent double, one leg on either side of me as I faced him, my cock at mouth height. I picked up the dildo and held it against Dom's asshole. "Aren't you going to grease it up, Sir?" Dom asked.

"If you insist," I told him. Dom looked at me in horror as I picked up the bottle of Ben Gay and liberally doused the dildo, then Dom's asshole. Dom sucked in his breath as I pushed the tip of the dildo against his asshole and started pressing. The pain may have been great but his hunger for the dildo was greater. I pushed down steadily and his hungry ass ate up the length of the dildo. As the dildo pressed in further, Dom's asshole opened up wider and wider, until Dom was whimpering a little with the pain. When it was fully inserted, I paused.

I then picked up a piece of leather thong and threaded it through the hole in the handle of the dildo. I then tied the other end to the ring at the end of the parachute harness around Dom's balls. I tested the knot; it was secure. "Now, watch," I told Dom.

I slowly withdrew the dildo from Dom's ass. Inch by inch the dildo came out; inch by inch the parachute harness stretched Dom's swollen balls away from his body. I held the dildo with just the tip inside Dom's ass. Dom's poor, tormented balls were stretched close to their limit. At last I thrust the dildo inward, relieving the pressure on Dom's balls, but spreading wide his ass cheeks. Stretch his balls, stretch his asshole, as I worked the dildo into and out of his ass. He may have been in pain, but his cock, judging by how hard it was, was enjoying my every move.

At that point I was ready to get off. My cock had been hard while we'd been playing, and was harder still as our scene reached its climax. "Here's the deal," I told Dom. "You're going to suck me off. And you're going to beat off yourself. And I'm going to work on your balls and ass. And I'd better come first. If you feel yourself getting ready to come, you'd better tell me. I'll stop it."

With that I aimed my cock at Dom's mouth. His eager lips opened wide and drew me in. At the same time I took hold of his ball sac below his balls with one hand, and the dildo handle with the other. Dom braced himself with one hand on my cock and the other on his own cock, ready to jerk himself off.

I started thrusting in and out of his mouth. At the same time I pulled upward on the dildo, and Dom started working his own cock back and forth. It was awkward at first, but at last we got a rhythm going. I felt my cock sliding more easily in and out of Dom's mouth, until at last I was flush against his chin with every thrust.

I was really getting into it; I could feel the pre-cum as it seeped out of my cock tip and down Dom's throat. I could almost see Dom's balls tighten up and his cock starting to thicken. Would he say something or disobey me?

Dom started whining and wiggling. I guess he was trying to tell me he was really close. It's kind of hard to speak intelligibly when your mouth is full of cock. I waited until the last possible second, then let go of the dildo and slammed my fist into Dom's stretched balls.

Dom screeched, as best he could, and started to get soft. I rammed the dildo downward, back into his ass and his cock popped back up, hard again. All the while I'd been thrusting my own cock in and out of Dom's mouth, getting closer and closer. But at least Dom hadn't come first.

I slowed down to more even thrusts, pausing with just the head of my cock in Dom's mouth, pausing with my smooth belly firmly against Dom's face. At the same time I did not slow down my work with the dildo, nor did Dom slow down his own work. I could see that he was getting close once again. I waited and waited. I could see Dom sweating. Closer and closer, then frantic cries. Again I slammed my fist into Dom's balls. Again his orgasm subsided. I started chuckling. "This is fun," I said, "I could keep this up all night. How about you?" With that I pulled the dildo extra hard, stretching his balls to the max. Dom looked at me, whimpering.

I decided to take pity. Or maybe I was just tired and wanted to get to sleep. "Okay, this time I'll let you come." With that I started thrusting my cock faster and deeper into Dom's sore throat. I worked the dildo in and out faster. Dom worked his cock back and forth. At last my cock stiffened, and I felt the first spasms of jism erupting. I held my body flush with Dom's face, my cock deeply down his throat as again and again I spurted.

Just as I finished cumming, I could see Dom was ready. I quickly pulled back, freeing Dom's mouth. "Swallow it all!" I yelled. Dom opened his mouth and looked upward as his cock started spraying white goo into his mouth. I worked the dildo faster and faster as Dom worked the last drops of cum from his sorely-worked organ. At last he stopped, balls empty.

I pulled the dildo from his ass. Since I had forgotten to untie it from his balls, it stretched them yet farther. Dom yelled, then quickly said, "Sorry, Sir." Good thing I hadn't said I was sorry for forgetting to untie the dildo. Not that I was very sorry. I did untie the dildo so I could put it down, but left the harness on.

Dom lay there, trying to catch his breath. "It's time to get cleaned up," I said, pointing my cock in Dom's general direction. Dom got the hint; he got off the bed and knelt in front of me. He took careful hold of my cock and started licking what few drops of cum I was still leaking. When my cock was clean, I pointed at the floor where I'd been standing. Dom bent over and licked at the floor where I'd dripped when I pulled my cock out of his mouth to make room for him to catch his own spunk. When the floor was clean, he sat there, looking up at me, almost in adoration.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up and clean up the toys while I get ready for bed?" I suggested. Dom picked up the dildo and tit clamps and leather thongs. I reached for the harness, unsnapped it and handed it to Dom. Dom's balls were still visibly larger than when we'd started. I took hold of them and started bouncing them in my hand. Dom winced, but said nothing. I gave them a final squeeze, then said, "Go."

Dom went off to clean up while I remade the bed with a clean sheet. I heard the shower going and assumed Dom was cleaning the Ben Gay from his body and, in particular, his ass.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth just as Dom was coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped modestly around his waist.

"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked. "I don't have to go into work until noon or so."

"If you'll let me, Sir," Dom said. "And if you promise as good a time as tonight," he added, grinning.

I moved up against him, chest to chest. I put one arm around Dom's back and pulled him closer. The other hand reached downward, my fingers wrapping around his balls, starting to squeeze. Just before my lips pressed against his, I murmured, "I still need to see if the 240-volt adapter I got for my electrical toys work." My lips pushed against his and we kissed deeply.

THE END