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discomfort.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “But before I do that, I think you need to have some weight added to your
    balls.”
    Kael rose and picked up the ball stretcher and weight from the table. At
    Conran‟s arse, he quickly removed the cock ring. Then he grasped the ball sac in one

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    hand, pulling downward to position the testicles and leave room for the stretcher.
    He wrapped the leather stretcher around the skin above the balls and adjusted the
    snap fastener for a tight fit. “There.” He patted Conran‟s buttocks like he would a
    pony. They were deep red and heavily welted from the paddle. “How does that feel?”
    “Good. It feels good, Sir.”
    “Of course it does, Stephen. And now I‟m going to add a small weight. Are you
    ready?”
    “Yes, please, Sir.”
    His enthusiasm made Kael smile. “I‟m pleased with your behavior, boy, very
    pleased.”
    “I only want to please you, Sir,” Conran said.
    A long, deep moan rose up from Conran‟s chest and whistled out of his mouth
    as the weight descended, dragging his balls with it. The sac stretched with a
    frightening tension. Kael stroked the taut skin, tracing the seam down to the top of
    the leather ring.
    While Conran continued to whimper with the heavy weight on his balls, Kael
    went to the shelves. “Do you know how soothing arnica cream is on inflamed skin?”
    Conran did not answer. Kael continued, “I am going to rub some of this into your
    bottom. It will help you feel better.” With great care and tenderness, Kael smoothed
    the cream into Conran‟s buttocks. Between the welted, swollen buttocks and the
    ball stretcher and weight, all his attention would now be focused on his rear end.
    “Tell me how it feels back here, Stephen. What are you feeling right now?”
    “Sir, my backside feels blazing hot, like the flesh is boiling. My balls feel as if
    they are being dragged to the ground.”
    “Is it good? Do you like all those sensations?”
    “Yes, Sir, yes, Sir.”
    “I‟m going to remove the crossbar now,” Kael told him, unfastening the hooks
    and sliding the bar out. “Keep your hands flat on the floor. You would be amazed
    how much support the crossbar has been giving you.”
    Conran rocked slightly but remained where he was. With an arm around his
    waist, Kael drew him up to kneel awkwardly with his knees spaced far apart. “I‟m
    going to remove the spreader from your wrists now, Stephen; when I do, you will
    place your hands behind your back.” He removed the bar, and Conran obediently
    brought his arms around behind, stretching and bending them as he did so. Keeping
    a careful eye on him to ensure he made no attempt to remove the blindfold, Kael
    brought a pair of wrist cuffs and restrained Conran‟s hands behind his back.
    “There,” he said. “Now I am going to help you to your feet.” He walked around
    in front of Conran and took him by the waist, lifting him easily to his feet even
    though he leaned all his weight on Kael. “That‟s a good boy. Let‟s see if you have
    your equilibrium.” He released Conran, who immediately lost his balance and
    stumbled forward, unable to catch himself because of the spreader bar holding his
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    Kael caught him as he tumbled forward.
    “I‟ve got you. Let‟s get you over to the table.”
    He spoke as though his only task in the world was to secure Conran‟s comfort
    and safety, and Conran‟s response was unutterable gratitude. His chest heaved as
    Kael stood him up and pushed his upper body forward until he rested comfortably
    on the leather-topped table. His feet braced on the floor, pushing his buttocks out.
    Kael gripped the base of the butt plug and drew it out, leaving Conran‟s anus
    contracting, as if reaching out to be filled again. “That is a lovely view, Stephen.
    Your red and swollen bottom, and your pink fuck hole desperate to be filled. Your
    scrotum is hanging nice and low, feeling the effects of the weight. It‟s only six
    ounces. I have weights up to a full pound. Could you handle that?”
    “I don‟t know, Sir.”
    “Another time.” Kael spoke kindly. “Will there be another time, do you think?”
    “Yes, please, Sir.”
    Kael placed his hands on Conran‟s buttocks and began to massage, drawing a
    piercing pain from the tender flesh and making the man whimper.
    “Stephen.”
    “Yes, Sir?”
    “Tell me what you want, boy.”
    All the emotion and passion that had