Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 15:05:36 +0000 From: j t Subject: nutball-game (installment 2) It was cold in the car, but I was still sweating as I pulled into Ryan's driveway. What had I gotten myself into? It was three weeks ago that I had lost a nutball game to Ryan. I had paid a penalty that day, but part of that bet had been that I would serve as his slave for 5 different sessions after that day. He and I had chatted since then, but he hadn't brought it up or tried to schedule it so I thought that maybe he hadn't really wanted to go through with it. I mean, we'd be been friends for years and had never tried anything remotely sexual so maybe the slave things was too much. And then, two days ago we texted a bit and he asked what I was doing on the weekend. I told him that I didn't have any plans and his response was: `Remember that bet you made?' `Yes.' `Prepared to go through with it or need to chicken out?' I hesitated before I typed: `I'll honor my bet.' `Saturday. My place. 9:30am. Don't be late. You'll be home by Sunday at 11am.' My heart sort of dropped with that text. More than 24 hours? `Should I bring anything? What are we going to do?' I texted a number of questions and received no responses, which added to my anxiety. I had subbed for people before, but this really was a whole new dynamic with Ryan. I didn't know what to expect as his slave. So here I was, parking in front of his house. The clock on my car said 9:25, so I had a couple of minutes to calm myself down. I could feel the wetness in my pits. What did I get myself into? I took a deep breath, got out of the car, and walked up to the house. Normally, I'd give a knock and walk in, but today that seemed a bit too forward so I knocked and waited. I pulled my phone out and glanced at the time. 9:30. At least that was starting out on a good note. And as I looked down, a text flashed up. Ryan. `Come inside, get naked, and get on your hands and knees.' Deep breath. I opened the door, walked in and immediately began stripping my clothes off. It was only the second time I had been naked with him, so it was a bit nerve-wracking to get started. Ryan was on the couch in his living room looking at his phone. He didn't even move as I got myself naked and then got onto the floor. Once I was down, though, he was out of sight behind a piece of furniture. I heard him call out, "come over here." On all fours, I walked into the other room and faced him. "Turn around." I turned my body so that my ass was facing him, my balls hanging down. I was looking ahead at a wall on all fours, naked in the middle of his living room. "Stay like that while I finish some things." And with that command, I just kept my position, thinking back to how I got here. After losing the bet last time, things started quickly but they didn't escalate too far. I had lost another 60 spankings, house cleaning and serving as his slave. Right after claiming his victory, with my balls still aching from the nutball, he had me get into position, bent over the back of his couch, and gave me a quick, hard, stinging set of 30 spankings and then had me get to work in his kitchen. I did the dishes, scrubbed the stove top, washed down the counters. Ryan isn't the neatest of people so that job took me almost an hour and a half to complete. He sat just outside the kitchen, played on his phone and watched me the whole time. When I let him know that I finished the kitchen, he walked in to evaluate it. He grabbed me by my balls, and just casually walked around the counters, pulling me behind him. He touched the counters and checked the empty sink. He even opened the cabinets to see that everything was put away correctly, squeezing and tugging on my nuts the whole time. "How are your balls feeling?" "They are sore- sort of a dull ache." He released and then backhanded them hard, causing me to clench my legs and double up. "Would you like to answer that question again?" He asked coolly. "They are sore, Sir." "That's better. Thirty spankings to go. Position." I cradled my nuts as I walked into the other room and bent over the couch. He smacked the inside of my thighs to get me to spread my legs out farther. I stood there, head down over the couch, legs spread, and he proceeded to rub my ass and my nuts. He reached up under me and grabbed my cock, stroking it down a couple times. He released it and then rubbed my ass again, sliding a finger slowly down my crack. Then he took his hands off me and took a step back. "You know. I'm really enjoying this victory. I didn't expect it and I didn't think you'd agree to it, but I like how this is turning out." It felt weird not to respond to that comment. "I'm glad, Sir, " was all I could think to say in that position. With that, Ryan proceeded to smack out the last spankings. He broke up the pacing and the placement a bit this time. After the first ten, he stopped and rubbed my red ass. He removed his hand as I braced for another round of spankings, but instead his palm slammed up into my nuts. "Unhhhh." I clenched my legs and bent my knees as much from the surprise as from the pain that radiated into my stomach. "Get back in position, now." I struggled back into place, taking some deep breaths to try to normalize things. "Remember. I don't have to win access to those anymore. " He laughed as he cupped my nuts to emphasize the point. Then he began another round of spankings. Ten more and then another SMACK to my nuts. I expected it that time so I fought back into position quickly. He finished the last ten spankings and then finished with 5 rapid smacks to my nuts. By the time he was finished, my knees were bent and I was hanging off the back of the couch rather than leaning on it. "Get on your knees." I managed to pull myself off the couch and got on my knees in front of him, my ass glowing red and my balls pulled up and aching. "Aren't you going to thank me?" "Thank you, Sir." "What are you thanking me for?" I blushed and bristled a bit at being pushed, I took a deep breath. "Thank you for spanking me and slapping my balls, Sir." He laughed. "You're very welcome. Well, the day is getting on and you have a lot more house to clean." At this point, it had been a couple hours of being there in this state. Being this exposed with Ryan was less awkward, but still not quite natural and I think we were both trying to figure out the tone. We didn't talk much- I had done a lot of my work in silence, with him just keeping an eye on me when he wasn't actually smacking me. "Sir. May I have some water?" I asked, realizing that my mouth and throat were dry from the moaning and yelping. He looked at me and said, "Ok." I stood in front of him and he grabbed hold of my nuts, leading me into the kitchen again. He reached for a shallow mixing bowl, filled it water from the sink, and- looking into my eyes- spit into a couple of times. He placed the bowl on the floor and said, "Here you go." I got down on all fours, took a breath and then lapped and sucked water and his spit from the bowl. I could feel him looking down at me as I did it. All I could think was that this was not how I thought the day would progress. When I had enough, I stood up again. He immediately grabbed my sore nuts, squeezed and pulled me into his bathroom. "There are two bathrooms in the house. They should both be spotless when you're done. If they're not, we may use your tongue to get them extra clean." With that, he laughed and walked out and left me to clean the bathrooms. It had clearly been several weeks since they'd be cleaned so I had my work cut out for me and it took me another hour and a half of scrubbing to get them both to a state that I thought was reasonable. I walked out of the bathroom and let him know that I was finished. Ryan walked over to inspect them both, then said, "Dusting and vacuuming" I got to work dusting every surface in the house. At one point, about 40 minutes in, he said, "Position." I walked into the living room to see him standing next to the couch. I resumed my position leaning over the back of the couch, with my legs spread out. He rubbed his hand across my stretched out back, and down my ass, drifting across it before sliding a finger down my crack. I felt him brush across my hole, but that was all he did. He reached under me to pull and stroke my cock, then let it go and delivered a solid SMACK to my sore nuts. I buckled, but forced myself back into position. "I know you're still cleaning, but I wanted a bit of entertainment." He laughed and gave my nuts three more hits before moving on to my tender ass. After 15 hits, he stopped beating my ass and just rubbed it. Finally he moved away and said, "Finish the cleaning." From the time nutball started to the time my sore body finished vacuuming Ryan's house, it had been nearly 6 hours, with me fully naked for most of it. It was nearly 7pm when I kneeled I front of him to let him know I was done. Ryan looked down and me, then looked at his phone. "That was a good start to things. I've got to go meet someone for dinner, though. Kiss my feet and then you can get dressed." I bent down to kiss the top of his shoe, but he lifted it up, clearly presenting the dirty sole to my face. I kissed the one shoe and then the other, then went to put my clothes on. Once I was dressed, we said our good-byes, a bit awkwardly. We hadn't talked about it for three weeks until this weekend. And now, here I was, naked, on all fours in his house for the first of five sessions.