Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 18:52:11 +0200 From: Kinky DEV Subject: Becoming his property - Chapter 1: Balls (Please mail your comments or suggestions to kinkydev@live.nl) Becoming his property Chapter 1: Balls I trembled as I approached the front door. Since I was 5 minutes early, I decided to wait before I rang the doorbell. My mind wondered away as I waited... I saw his profile on Recon. A normal looking guy, dressed in full leathers. Not extremely handsome but somehow very interesting and with a face that had character. In the pictures in his profile he was wearing a leather army DBU jeans, black 20 hole boots with white laces and a leather uniform shirt with white accents. To finish the outfit he had cuffs dangling from his belt, he wore a Sam Brown belt and tight fitting leather police gloves. He was 35 years old and the profile stated that he liked leather, bondage, sm and humiliation. I was intrigued so I decided to send him a message. I got a short reply in which he asked for my MSN address and a recent picture of me. After a few chats he decided that he would like to meet me and made arrangements for me to visit this Friday evening for what he called "an exciting session". I came back to reality and pressed the doorbell. A light came on behind the door and he opened the door. He was wearing the exact same outfit as in his pictures and I was kindly greeted as I entered his house. I was extremely nervous since this was my first time that I visited a guy into leather and BDSM. He guided me into his living room and pointed me to the sofa to sit down and sat down opposite of me in a comfortable chair. He noted my nervousness and asked me if I wanted something to drink to which I answered with a polite "yes please." I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he said "Next time you answer a question you address me as Sir or Master but I will teach you that tonight, boy." My dick reacted to his remark by getting hard. He got himself a coffee and gave me a glass of water. I drank the water as he asked me a few questions and chatted a bit about everyday topics. Slowly, I started to relax and feel comfortable with this guy. During the conversation I kept looking at his leather outfit and those horny 20 hole boots which caused my dick to get even harder. Apparently he noticed me looking at his boots since he suddenly asked me "Do you like my boots, boy?" "Yes Sir, they are very horny" I answered. "Then get down on your knees and lick them, boy!" he ordered. I was a bit confused by his unexpected order but I did as he said and got down on my knees. I had never licked boots before so I started somewhat clumsy. As I licked his left boot he placed his right boot on my neck and pressed me down. He switched the TV on via the remote and started watching while I licked his boot. After I licked his left boot for 30 minutes or so, he ordered me to lick the right one. Again he placed the other boot in my neck to keep me down on the floor. My tongue was getting a bit sore after all that licking but I did as instructed while this horny guy in leather completely ignored me and watched the TV. Suddenly, he instructed me to lick the sole as well. I pulled away when he said that. The soles were dirty, a lot of mud and other dirt was present between the threads of the sole and I did not want to lick that. He took the handcuffs of his belt and roughly twisted my arms on my back. He cuffed me and then took a riding whip with which he gave me 10 heavy lashes on my ass. Even though I was still wearing my jeans, it hurt a lot. He looked down at me and said "Boy, when I tell you to do something, you do it without hesitation. You will lick those soles clean or I will give you 100 lashes with the whip on your bare ass." I did not want to feel that whip on my ass again, especially without the protection of my jeans, so I stuck my tongue out and tasted the mud and dirt. It was gross but before I could react he pressed the sole into my face and forced me down on the ground. I had no other choice then to lick the soles of his boots. As I licked, he watched the TV again and completely ignored me. After a long time of cleaning the soles of his boots, my tongue really started to hurt and my mouth was getting really dry so I stopped licking and asked for a glass of water. To my surprise he removed the cuffs and told me to get a glass of water in the kitchen and bring him a beer. When I returned, I gave him the beer and he inspected his boots. He was pleased with the result and allowed me to sit on my knees between his boots as he drank his beer. I had a nice view of his leather covered crotch which got me hard again. He saw me looking at his crotch and started rubbing it with his leather gloved hands to tease me. When he finished his beer he got up and ordered me to strip. I took my clothes of as quickly as I could to please him. He walked around me and he placed the cuffs on my wrists behind my back again so all I could do was stand there. He inspected me and I felt his gloved hands all over my body which caused my dick to leak some precum. He scooped some of it up with his fingers. "Lick, boy" was all he said as he brought his finger to my mouth. I had never tasted my own precum so I hesitated to open my mouth. He grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. He continued to build up the pressure and I started begging him to stop. As soon as I opened my mouth to beg, he pushed his finger with my precum on it in my mouth. "Never make me repeat an order or you will suffer, boy" he said as he squeezed even harder. I was in serious pain already as he started pulling my balls down as well which caused me even more pain. I felt like I would almost burst into tears when he somewhat released the pressure and said "I hope you learned a lesson, boy." He opened his leather pants and took out his rock hard cock. While still holding my balls tightly in his hand, he started stroking his cock slowly. As he stroked his cock he slowly started to squeeze harder. Obviously he enjoyed seeing me in pain. The pain was getting unbearable when he said "boy, I will squeeze your balls until I shoot my load." I felt him increase the pressure again. I knew I was in for trouble... He continued to squeeze my balls and as I started to make grunting noises from the pain, he started kissing me. I felt his tongue penetrate deeply into my mouth. His kissing muffled any sound I made when he pulled my balls down even more. To relieve the pain I bent my knees slightly but I was swiftly corrected by a hard tug on my balls. Even though I was in serious pain my cock got rock hard. He stopped kissing and retrieved a small flask with poppers from his pocket. He took a few big sniffs and then offered me some as well. I inhaled deeply and as I started to feel the rush, he started kissing me again. It was a very intense and intimate feeling. He increased the pressure on my balls and started stroking his cock faster. I was in great pain but the poppers and the kissing made me so horny that my dick leaked precum continuously. He took another hit of poppers and gave me some as well. "Prepare to suffer, boy" he said as he squeezed even harder. Just when I wanted to scream he kissed me deeply and looked right into my eyes. He kept looking straight at me with a very sadistic smile on his face as he shot his load without even touching his cock. He seemed to cum for ages as shot after shot of cum splattered on the floor. Only when he was finished he let my balls go. "That was very hot, boy" he said as he stroked my cock slowly. It did not take much to get me to shoot my load as well. After being squeezed and pulled for such a long time, the release of cum from my balls felt extremely intense and I felt the heat of my orgasm spread throughout my body. I literally had difficulties standing up as wave after wave of pleasure spread through my body. Some of my cum landed on his boots and after he removed the handcuffs he ordered me to lick his boots clean. I got down on my knees and licked all my cum. When I finished I looked up at him. He ordered me to get him a beer and a glass of water for myself. He sat in his chair again and pointed to the floor between his boots. I sat down and looked up at him. He smiled contently as he sipped from his beer. The fact that this hot guy in leather caused me a lot of pain went through my mind. Why would a sane person allow himself to be hurt that much? But then I remembered the very intense orgasm and decided it was all worth it. I would do anything for this guy to experience such an orgasm again...