My balls ache for Master Tom

Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was astonishing how quickly he broke me. In just a few days, I was following orders like I had done it all my life. It simply became part of my routine. When I woke up, the first thing I did was take a nude for Master. Full body, including face. After that, I’d carry on with my day.

The rest of the day was typically uneventful. It wasn’t until I got back from practice in the evening that things really picked up. Then it was time to serve. Upon returning to my room, I was ordered to strip and send another nude. It was a sort of check-in, letting Master know I was ready for him. And so, sweaty and exhausted after another hard practice, I locked the door to my room and began to strip.

I really enjoyed being Tom’s boy. It made me hot and bothered in a way I couldn’t quite describe. I craved that feeling, and I looked forward to serving him every evening. In the last couple days, he had already forced me to shave my pubes, ass, and armpits. “A good boy doesn’t have body hair,” he had said. My sweaty dick was already growing hard as I got ready to take the picture. I propped my phone up on my desk, set a timer, then got into position. On my knees, hands behind my head, baring it all for him.

Tom responded almost immediately. “Looking gorgeous, boy. Love that smooth body.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.

“Spread those cheeks for me.”

I did exactly that, turning around and pulling my asscheeks apart for another photo. Discovering the timer function was huge for me; I was able to take all kinds of photos now that I didn’t need to be holding my phone the whole time. After a few seconds, I crawled back over to check the shot. Satisfied with it, I sent it to Tom.

“Fuuuck, boy. I wanna pound that ass of yours.”

“Mmmm. I wish you were here, Sir.”

“Today we’re gonna try something different. It’s gonna be tough, but if you do well then I’ll let you see Master’s big cock. Understood?”

Oh fuck. Another thing I’d come to learn recently is that pictures of Master Tom’s cock were few and far between. I was cheap and pathetic; my nudes were a dime a dozen, all meant to satisfy him. His nudes, on the other hand… they were a scarce resource. A reward for going above and beyond, not for doing the minimum. I had only seen his dick twice so far, and I’d do just about anything for more.

“Yes, Master, absolutely,” I said.

“Good. Don’t worry, we’ll start off easy. Record a video for me. I want to see you slap your balls. Just give them a nice tap for me, that’s all. You can do that for me, right, boy?”

“Yes, of course.” I could see where this was going. I propped up the phone once more, then started a video. Back in position on my knees, I spread my legs slightly and looked directly at the camera. I took a deep breath, then struck myself in the balls. “Fuck!” I yelped. I crawled back over and quickly sent the video.

“Mmmmm. Love seeing you wince like that. How does it feel?”

“It hurts, Sir.” The pain was already beginning to fade, though, and a second later I was fine.

“Good. Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything I don’t think you can handle. Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“Let’s see five more spanks, then. And make sure to do it harder this time. I don’t want to see you skimping out like that last video.”

This was insane. I was spanking myself in the nuts for a total stranger. And worse, I was kind of liking it. So I set up my phone once more, hit record, and set to it. I spread my legs wide, leaving my nuts hanging in perfect view. Then I swatted them. Hard.

“Ow!” I shouted. Then I hit them again. And again. I did my best to maintain eye contact with the camera as I continued slapping myself. But after the fifth strike, I doubled over in pain. Then again, despite the pain (or perhaps because of it), I was still rock-hard.

“Ohhh fuck,” Tom replied. “You really are a dirty little whore. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?”

My dick throbbed as I read his message. “Yes, Sir.” I was dripping precum like a leaky faucet.

“You must want to cum so badly. Am I right?”

I squeezed my dick, watching the precum ooze out. I snapped a pic as it ran down the tip, then sent it to Tom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum soon. I just need you to do one more thing for me.”

“What is it, Master?” I asked.

“You said you play baseball, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“I want you to tie your cleats so that they’re hanging from your balls. Do that for me, then I might let you cum.”

Fuck, that sounded hot. Given how horny I was, anything he told me to do would sound hot to me. I immediately scrambled to my duffel bag and dug out my cleats. I grabbed one shoe and eagerly untied the laces, then wrapped them around my sac and tied them back together. Then I untied the second shoe and attached the strings to the first one.

The weight pulled down on my balls once I stood. It wasn’t painful; it was more of a constant pressure, yanking on them and stretching my scrotum out. I snapped a new pic, face and all, and sent it back to Master.

It took him longer than usual to respond. I was getting antsy, waiting around with a pair of cleats tied to my balls, when my phone finally buzzed.

It was a picture. My reward. I quickly opened it to see an incredible shot of Tom’s cock. Massive. Hairy. Fully hard. The caption read, “Go ahead and cum for me, boy.” I stared at the photo until the timer ran out, practically drooling over it.

Once the photo faded, I leaned my phone against a book on my desk and started a new video. I began furiously jacking off, stroking my cock and causing the heavy shoes to swing back and forth between my legs. It only took a minute for me to get close.

“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna- ah!” I shouted out as my cock exploded, spraying cum across the floor. My balls ached as my dick continued to throb, shooting the rest of my load. Easily in the top five orgasms of my life.

Without hesitating, I stumbled over to my phone and hit send. My boner was starting to fade, but the cleats still hung from my aching balls. I was beginning to love this new arrangement.