I pulled chad by the leash across the room and down the hall to my play room. He told me that he had always wanted his ass paddled so I had decided to start there. There is nothing quite like a hot slave ass under one's paddle.
When I got chad into the playroom I positioned him in the center of the room under a hook embedded in one of the ceiling beams. I took the rope I keep in the hook and tied it around chad's wrists which were still pulled up behind his back. Before I tightened the rope I put a spreader bar between chad's ankles. This spread his crotch wide open which reminded me that I still had not done anything to his balls. First I pulled the rope attached to his wrists up until it was nice and tight, making him rise up just slightly on his toes to take the strain off his arms. I tied it securely and went to pick out a suitable ball harness. As I mentioned chad's balls hung somewhat low in the sack so I chose a 2 inch ball stretcher with an attached strap to divide the balls and firmly cinch them down. I removed the cock ring he had worn over and replaced it with this one. As I pulled down on chad's balls to fit the stretcher on I got another gasp from behind his gag. I gave them a hard tug and said, "Boy this is what you wanted remember? You don't really want me to stop do you?" He nodded his head quickly to indicate he definitely did not want me to stop. After I got the ball stretcher in place I secured it on with a small padlock. I then took a rope and tied it to the d-ring in the ball stretcher. This in turn was pulled down to the spreader bar and tied off. I pulled the rope until it was nice and taught firmly pulling chad's ball away from his body. He was almost ready to start experiencing his ass being paddled. One last thing before I began. I decided his tits were probably to comfortable so I added several weights to the chain connecting the clamps. I let them drop heavily on his chest and he visibly winced but did not cry out. Good he was learning. I picked up the weights and let them dropped a couple of more times just to see how long it would take to get a gasp out of him. He actually held out longer than I thought, even better.
Now that I had chad in position I walked behind him and ran my hands over his ass cheeks. Feeling the muscle contour, the firmness. Beautiful ripe little melons just ready to be picked. I was looking forward to seeing just how red I could make these two luscious white canvases. I selected a plain long handled wooden paddle to begin. It has holes drilled in it as that increases the pain. I took the paddle and walked in front of chad. I raised the paddle so he could see it and asked, "Ready boy?" Even though he was gagged his eyes told the story. He was ready! And if his stiff cock, dripping precum like a stream, was any indication he could hardly wait. I reached out with gave his cock a couple slow massages just to increase his level of horniness then walked back behind him to those waiting ass cheeks. "Boy", I told him, "You are going to have to hold still or you will jerk your balls. Let's see how you do, boy."
His ass cheeks tensed in anticipation. He steadied himself for the first blow to fall. I pulled the paddle back and let it fly. It connected with a wonderful smack. Even though chad tried he jerked from the blow, as I had known he would. This pulled his balls, sent the weights on his tits swinging wildly, and yanked his arms. He stiffened himself as best he could but before he could settle down I pulled back the paddle and let it fly again. Before he even had a chance to do anything I let the paddle fly again. "That is three boy. Ready for more?" I let the paddle connect once more. I hit his ass with five more swats in rapid succession before I paused to give him a chance to recover. I walked around in front of him. He had tears in his eyes but his cock said he was having the time of his life. I gently stroked his cock with my hands. It responded by getting longer. I swear his 6 inches was pushing 8. This was going to be fun! He got a total of 25 more swats from the paddle then I decided it was time to move onto a little game I had devised that I thought sure he would enjoy. I knew I would!
"Slave boy, do you want to cum." He nodded his head in the affirmative vigorously and I heard what could only be a, "Sir, please, Sir," from behind his gag. "Then we are going to play a little game, boy. Are you ready?" I asked him. "For every swat I give you I will then give you one stroke on your cock." I walked around behind him and picked up my paddle. I laid 5 swats on his ass. I let him settle down and then walked around front and slowly stroked his cock 5 times. I again walloped his ass with 5 strokes and applied 5 more strokes to his throbbing cock. With each subsequent stroke he was getting nearer a climax. As I finished the 5th stroke I actually felt sorry for him. He wanted to cum so bad. But not bad enough, believe me. Once again the paddle flailed away at chad's ass. 5 more times I let him have it. This series of 5 swats followed by 5 strokes continued for a while until I had him near the edge. This time though I knew I would have to be careful giving him the 5 strokes to his cock as he was close and I had no intention of letting him cum yet. With each stroke of my hands on his penis he got closer. But I gave just enough time between to set him just that far back from actual orgasm. With the 5th one I was almost a little worried that I had miscalculated and actually gotten him to close and he might shoot. But he didn't so the game could go on. "Boy I gave you the chance to shot and you failed so I just guess you will have to wait awhile longer. Sorry boy, but remember I decide when you get to cum." As I looked in chad's eyes more tears welled up. This time not tears of pain but sexual frustration. Just the sight of those big eyes filled with tears almost made me cum right then and there.
I let chad hang there for a few moments to cool down. I returned with a new toy for his pleasure (well maybe for mine) and a couple of ice cubes. I released his balls from there confinement and pulled out the plug that he had worn for so long. I applied the ice cubes to his cock to get it soft. Why you may ask? Because the new toy was a chastity device. It is my favorite one for slave boys. It is leather and straps on at the waist. The front panel comes down and the cock and balls insert through a hole. The cock and balls are then strapped up in a upward position. The outer flap then comes up covering the cock and balls so nothing can touch them, it locks at the top to ensure no access by the slave. There is a strap that continues between the legs and up the ass crack also locking to the waist belt. "Boy, this is to ensure you stay just as hot and horny as you are right now. Because you have gotten to have you fun, I want mine."
With that I released him from the leg stretcher and untied his arms from the overhead rope. I removed his gag and gave him a long hard kiss. He responded with all the desire I had hoped for. He was mine to play with. I pushed him to his knees and grasped the back of his head guiding my cock into his mouth. He eagerly responded sucking on my cock like it was everything to him. "Good boy." I told him. "You are wearing that chastity belt to remind you that a slaves joy is derived from pleasing his Master. Please me boy!" I reached down and removed the tit clamps from his nipples. He gasped loudly but never missed a beat in servicing my cock. I massaged life back into his tits with my hands as he worked to bring me off. With each pull and twist I gave them he jerked but kept his mouth busy right were it was. As I came I pulled his head tightly to my crotch spilling my wad in his hot little mouth. After I pulled out I tipped his head up and said, "What do you say boy." SIR, thank you, SIR". Was his immediate response. I helped him stand and released his arms from his collar. I refastened his cuffs again behind his back but more comfortably at his waist than pulled up to his collar. I put my hand on his shoulder and led him toward my bedroom. "Let's get some sleep boy it is going to be a long day tomorrow." I patted his leather encased crotch and added, "Who knows maybe you might get to put this to some use. Maybe not. But we will see, we will see." What a wonderful start to the weekend. Two more days! I could hardly wait. If only he knew what I had planned for him.