He labored up the three flights of stairs and came to apartment 13, and knocked. His hand, in his jacket pocket, held the envelope with “gift” written on it and $250 inside. The woman who opened the door, Missy, was wearing simple cotton shorts and a sleeveless shirt. She was petite, just over 5 feet tall, and had characteristics that could easily be described as “elfin”. She smiled and said “David?”
“Yes, that's me, I'm David.” It sounded awkward as he said it, but he was distracted. He could faintly see the outline of Missy's nipples through the thin white shirt, and he started getting an erection instantly. This was the real primary reason David was at the apartment today. It had been a very long time since someone had touched his penis and he longed for an intimate encounter. The reason his penis was so lonely was because he was too embarrassed to show it to girls due to the small size. David's penis, when completely erect, was about 3 inches long and thin. It was bigger than a tube of chapstick, but not by much.
“Well, why don't you place the gift on the table here, take off your clothes, and get on the massage table, and I'll be right back, okay sweety?” Missy gave him another smile and turned away, heading to the adjoining room. David returned her smile, awkwardly, and stared at her ass as she walked away. He was stunned; Missy really knew how to walk. Her hips swayed back and forth as she crossed the door to the next room, and David was mentally drooling at the sight. When she was no longer in his field of view, he was able to think again, and put the envelope on the table and began to disrobe. He wasn't sure exactly what she meant when she told him to take off his clothes. Did she want him completely nude? Or in his underwear? He elected to leave the underwear on, figuring it was better to err on the side of being too conservative. He lay face down on the massage table, and got comfortable, and it was only a moment later before he heard Missy's footsteps as she re-entered the room.
“Okay, ready to get started?” Missy asked.
“Yes, I'm ready. The problem area seems to be my back, I've got a nasty kink,” replied David.
“Oh? A nasty kink huh? Hehe”
“haha, right, yes. Umm… I didn't know if I should leave my underwear on or not.”
“Doesn't matter, however you are comfortable is fine with me. I need you to roll over first to get started, then we'll work on your back shortly.”
David, blushing with embarrassment, rolled over onto his back. He knew his little stiffy would be easily noticeable in this position and he wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. He just turned over and acted oblivious, hoping Missy would not make any kind of comment about his size or anything.
“Alrighty. Oh. Wait. What's this? David… is that an erection? Are you hard? Or is that a double A battery you've got in there? hehe” “Oh… I… I'm sorry… I…” David stammered, he wasn't sure what to do.
“It's okay, little guy, don't worry about it. But would you mind please making it go away? I think it is a bit rude actually.” “Yes of course! I'm so sorry, it just happened, I didn't mean it.” David was surprised. A craigslist massage where getting an erection was rude? Doesn't matter if he leaves his underwear on? What was happening here? Was this actually just a regular massage? “Seriously, stop it. Make it go away. This is so inappropriate. I'm a professional.”
“Yes Missy. I'm sorry, I'm trying.” Baseball. Cars. Golf. Dikembe Mutumbo. Missy's perfect little breasts… NO! Get back on track, nothing sexual… uhhh… Basketball. Lebron’s playoff triple double. Jason Kidd leading the Nets to the finals. Jason Kidd’s hot-ass wife. Missy's glorious butt…
Missy was glaring at him. “Make it go AWAY. We can't continue with you in this state. Do you need ME to make it go away?” Aha. Bingo. SHE was going to make it go away. Gotcha. Very clever. But before the massage? More like a happy beginning than a happy ending, but who cares? “Can you do that? You can make it go away? I do think I might need a little help.”
“hehehe,” she laughed with a hint of cruelty. “Ok, if you want me to do it, I'll just need to fasten the restraints first.” She reached under the table and took out some leather cuffs and straps that seemed to be attached to something underneath and started hooking them up. David was still confused, but at this point he just didn't want to make any waves, he'd let this wacko bitch jerk him off however she wanted and he would just be more discriminating the next time he looked on CL.
She fastened the cuffs around his wrists and drew the cord tight so his hands were brought to the table at his sides and he could only lift them an inch or two. Then straps around his ankles, knees, and thighs, pinning his legs to the table and at the same time spreading them apart, just a bit more than shoulder length. He could not move his legs at all when she was done.
She opened the fly of his boxers, and put her hand on David's little shaft and brought it out. He was pulsing with desire and already had a drop of precum visible. David closed his eyes and put his head back, he was getting ready for his little 3-incher to be lovingly stroked until he erupted in bliss. It wouldn't take long at all, he felt nearly ready to burst as it was. Before a loving stroke was administered she reached back into his boxers and caressed his little balls. She took them out and put a small circular leather strap around his balls. She then held his little penis with two fingers, pointing it in his direction, holding it away from his balls. Right as David was thinking this was the strangest handjob he'd ever gotten, the first blow came. Missy had been holding his little penis away from his balls just so when she brought her hand down in a spanking motion it would be a full-on ball slap.
“Hmmm… I think 10 spanks ought to do it.” Missy brought her cruel petite hand down again making full contact with David's tiny balls. “Two.” David's eyes were wide open, his hands and legs struggling to protect his balls, but the restraints prevented him from intercepting her blow. The pain was tremendous, he had never felt such torture before. As her hand went up to deliver the third strike, he gasped and braced himself.
SMACK! “Three.”
“Ahhhhhhhh!!”
SMACK! “Four.”
“Gaaahhhhh!!!”
SMACK! “Five.”
“Oh please please! Stop! I can make it go away! I don't need help!”
SMACK! “It's a bit late for that, tiny. Six.”
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.”
SMACK! “Seven.”
SMACK! “Eight.”
SMACK! “Nine.”
SMACK! “Ten.”
David's little penis was still rock hard. His balls ached, but Missy was still holding his tiny shaft against his body with her two fingers and her contact with his dicky was way more action than he was used to, so his erection had not faded one bit.
“Huh. What are you, some sort of pain slut?”
“No Missy, I'm not, it will go away, its just because you are so beautiful.”
SMACK! “Don't you DARE tell me this little problem is MY fault!”
“Nonono, of course Missy, this isn't your fault at all! It's not really anyone's fault, its just a natural reaction! I'm so sorry! Please release me, I don't need the massage, I'll just get up and go. Please!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Ahhhhhhh!!! PLEASE!!”
SMACK!
“I can't believe your tiny little dinkle seems to like this…”
SMACK!
“Gaaaa!! Please please, there is no need for this! Please stop! I can't take any more!”
“What do you mean you can't take any more? You're so hard! You obviously like it, I'm just not spanking them hard enough. Let me get my paddle, I'll be right back. You aren't going anywhere, little guy, until I spank that erection away.”
Missy headed back into the other room, and David's eyes and mind were once again glued to Missy's perfect ass. He looked at his balls, now swollen and blueish, and his shaft, the tip wet with precum. He tried to will his boner away, but this psycho bitch was really turning him on somehow. Football. Rugby. Rugby? I've never even WATCHED Rugby, I don't even know the rules, what the hell am I doing?
Missy returned with a small leather paddle. “I think this should do the trick. Now YOU do the counting while I beat your balls until you stop being so disrespectful of me. I'm going to spank until you are soft, so do yourself a favor and try not to think lewd thoughts.” With that she took hold of his tiny dick, not just with two fingers this time, with her whole hand, creating a lot of friction between her constantly moving fingers and the sensitive underside.
SMACK! SMACK!
With each blow from the paddle, she gave his penis a gentle little squeeze, pretty much making it impossible for his erection to go away. SMACK! SMACK!
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhooooooowwwwwww!!!!!!!”
“Oh stop it, I can feel how hard you are, stop pretending you don't love this! Now start counting bitch!”
SMACK!
“wuh-wuh-one…” whimper whimper.
SMACK!
“tuh-tuh-two… please…”
Missy was gently running her fingers over David's tiny member, ensuring that despite the cruel ball-spanking his erection was not going away, and even getting closer to the edge of an orgasm.
SMACK!
“th-th-owwww-ohhh-th-three”
SMACK!
“fuh…fuh… four… please, Missy, please”
SMACK!
“uuuhhhhhhhh” With the fifth spank by the leather paddle, David could not take any more of Missy's perfect petite hand, and he was at the point of no return. There was no way he wasn't going to cum, he couldn't hold it back. Missy recognized what was happening and wanted to make sure David would not be getting any pleasure whatsoever.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You bad little pig! You know that was not allowed!”
SMACK! SMACK! “I'm going to pound your balls for this, I can't believe what you just did piggy!”
David's orgasm was ruined and un-pleasurable, as Missy was literally beating the cum out of his tiny balls. He was writhing around on the table, unable to substantively move due to the restraints as Missy continued unmercifully paddling his balls.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“How does that feel now? Was it worth it to walk in here with your little erection being so rude? Are you happy you loser?”
SMACK! SMACK!
Tears were running down David's cheeks as he gave up and accepted his fate. He realized he had no power to make Missy stop, he was totally at her mercy. He was broken. There was nothing he could do but accept Missy's cruelty.
After 20 solid minutes of the leather paddle on David's balls (he had lost the erection quite some time ago), Missy said “Now little bitch, do you want to make another appointment? I think you have a long way to go before your treatment is totally finished.”
“Y-y-yes, Goddess.” David had no idea why he responded like that, but he did know that he would do whatever Missy asked of him. The ball abuse at her hands had reduced him completely, made him utterly servile. She owned him now, and he knew it.
- this pathetic story was contributed by lil slave david.