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Subject: {ASSM} Str8 Boy Forced to Take Anal Beads: Chapters 2,3,4
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 20:10:06 -0400
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2 Balls, Chapter II

Brent took a deep breath and I could sense the tension in his body. I stood
back from the table to allow the cameras to get a long unobstructed view of
my "willing" subject. With all the cameras and their various angles, I would
have enough footage to be able to splice the film and make an easy half
million.

"Remember the deal. Two full hours. If you want to stop at any time, there's
no pay off." I reminded him.

Brent licked his lips and nodded. His underarms seemed slightly damp, and I
watched as he strained his arms against the wrist restraints, his biceps
bulging slightly.

"Did you take the day off?" I asked him innocently. He took the bait
immediately and told me he had. He figured the $2000 would more than make up
for a day of lost wages.

"How long have you been married?" I made sure he couldn't see the grin on my
face. I had contacts who always paid extra for me to get that question
worked into the movie.

His face flushed. He was awkwardly balanced between casual chit-chat and the
reality of the humiliation he was about to endure. There was no way out. It
was a win-win situation on my part. "Six years," he answered automatically.
I loved his discomfort. I debated about asking him if he wanted me to remove
his wedding ring, but knew that it was delightful to see it glinting on his
hand.

I pulled out the sliding tray underneath the table and looked down at the
assortment of balls I had kept out of sight. The balls were of various
sizes, shapes, and textures. I felt like a magician with a sleight of hand
trick, the way I showed him the two red balls, only to be able to substitute
others at my own discretion.

I started with a small pink one that surprisingly matched the pink tinge of
his anus. It was soaking in a small container of fluid that was not meant
for open wounds or cuts. I gently placed it dead center to his orifice and
stood back. It was wedged in just far enough that his sphincter muscles had
grabbed it. Brent made no sound as I had placed it there. It wasn't that
big, but the effect was always the same. The pink ball was expelled quickly
and his hole actually opened and closed in an attempt to squeeze out the
irritating gel. It bounced onto the floor and I chastised him for not
keeping it in place.

He actually seemed apologetic. I knew I had a winner splayed before me.

I stood back and again admired his body. He must have been quite the stud in
high school and I wondered how many of his girlfriends ever got the view I
was now being treated to. The dark hairs circling his anus were what I could
only call adorable. His penis still pointed out from his bush, not erect,
but definitely not fully at ease. His testicles seemed heavy and I decided
to deal with them next.

"I need to lift your testicles out of the way," I told him. I will be better
able to work the balls into your hole. As you can see, you weren't able to
hold that one in, so I need to deal with these." I was fondling his heavy
sack as I was talking and I felt the tightening and constriction. I always
start my fun with the bouncing pink ball. For some reason, it's so perverse
to see it shoot from a tight hole like a BB.

Chapter III

What the hell is going on? Brent said with some concern as the gel forced
his puckered anal lips to open and close, providing an extra half inch view
up the pink, damp canal. Many of my customers liked to see the boy from the
inside, and I tried to accomodate them.

"It's a completely natural reaction to having an object placed against the
sphincter for the first time," I said calmly. "Just relax...you're doing
fine." They all needed a lot of assurance.

Using my right hand, I pressed my index and middle fingers against both
sides of his anus and parted the curly hairs to give the audience a better
view of his rectum's movements. I pressed more firmly and pulled the skin to
the sides, changing the hole from a circle to a sideways oval while it
tightened and relaxed. I'm sure the camera was in extreme close-up at this
point, and I wondered how Brent would react if he knew his hairy contorted
anus was filling the entire screen of computers and tv sets worldwide. I was
looking forward to talking to some of the boys he knew in high school to get
their reaction to his performance.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, as my fingertips held his
convulsing hole open. He twisted his hips slightly and caused my nail to
scrape the sensitive lining of his ass ring.

"Jesus!" he yelled. "Be careful! Fuck."

"Then hold still!!!" I barked, grabbing the tufts of hair on the sides of
his sphincter and tugging them away from his body. "I'm trying to be sure
you're ready for the first ball, man. It can be pretty painful if you're
not. I'm only doing this for your own good." (I loved saying that to them.)

"Ah.. ok.. thanks.. I guess..", he said half-heartedly, which I'm sure the
audience enjoyed. "Can you just be more careful? It feels like you're
pulling the hair out out of my ass." "Shit," he said shaking his head, "how
did I get myself into this?"

"Remember." I said to him in a serious voice. "No one will ever know what
things you did in this room." (That seemed to calm him down for now.)

As the gel wore off and his rectum relaxed, I moved back between his open
hairy legs. There were two hand cranks on the table. The left one moved the
ankle restraints away from each other while the right one moved them back
towards the head of the table. When I turned the right one, it would slowly
curve his back, raise his ass cheeks off the table and open them wide. With
his scrotum pulled up towards his belly, this position would bring into view
a mound of skin that was whiter than the rest of him, covered with hair and
leading down to his hole. If there was one certainty in my job, it was that
every one of these boys detested this position. There was something about
showing off that area between their balls and asshole which they couldn't
stand. They each reacted to it in different ways -- but all badly.

"What are you doing now?" he asked irritably, as I turned the right crank
and his hips began to rise. I loved all his questions, because it showed his
unhappiness and would sell more videos.

"I'm just getting you into a squatting position." I turned the left crank at
the same time as the right one so his muscular legs spread wider and wider
while his knees began pointing toward his nipples.

"Ok! That's enough!!" he yelped, as I watched several drops of sweat run
from his armpits to the table. His fleshy ballsack hung down towards his
asshole (especially the right nut which was only a few inches from it and
made me wish I could pull it down and work it up in him) while his penis
rested in his pubic bush and pointed directly at his belly button.

"I'm just about done," I reassured him. "Now, we just need to secure your
testicles so they don't get in the way."

"How...?" he asked, the fear in voice palpable.

"Excuse me for one minute," I said, ignoring his question. I stood up and
walked to a cabinet behind his head where he couldn't see me. He also didn't
see me reach down and grab the wallet out of the pocket of his crumpled
jeans. I quickly rummaged through it.

BINGO!!!! A wedding picture.

Brent wore a black tuxedo with a blue tie and cumberbun. His hair was short
and neatly trimmed, and he flashed a toothy grin at his young bride. I
glanced down at Brent's naked muscular body tied helplessly to my table and
tried to picture his meaty cock and hairy balls cradled by Fruit-of-the-Loom
underwear under those tuxedo pants. I held the picture directly up to a
camera for about twenty seconds. Most guys didn't carry wedding pictures so
I had really hit the jackpot with this boy.

"What's going on?" he asked impatiently, trying to turn his head.

"Nothing," I said, putting the picture back in the wallet and tossing it
down onto his jeans.

"I've got the perfect thing to lock your nuts in place."

"LOCK? What the fuck does that mean?"

Chapter IV

I didn't answer him right away. When I did, I lied. "This is going to allow
me to work at your hole without bumping your testicles. It will feel much
better than having them loose."

"Ohhh goddd..." he moaned.

I started unwrapping the leather-ring restraint that I had picked up in
Tokyo last summer. I slid the ring down over his penis and secured it around
the base. Still not fully erect, but definitely not straight boy limp.  (I
loved how straight boys' penises stiffened with the slightest touch of their
groins, even if they were miserable.)  The ring fit snugly as was its
intent. It would provide enough constriction to induce and maintain an
erection. The leather straps wound around each testicle. Looped and fastened
in place, the straps actually lifted his hefty balls away from his furry
hole. I stood back and admired the simple device. His cock and balls were
harnessed, what more could I ask for?

Once again, I held the two red balls up high enough for him to see. "If I
push these in now, you'll feel intense pain. I don't want to hurt you." I
said soothingly. "It's best we work up to them."

He visibly gulped and I saw his biceps flex as he struggled to get himself
comfortable in the awkward position I had placed him. "I can't believe
this," he said over and over as if to convince himself that he hadn't
willingly consented to the plan.

I decided to play with his head again. "Kids at home, too?" I asked
nonchalantly. His eyes squeezed shut and opened again, looking away from me
to the ceiling.
"Yeah, three."

"Boys, girls?" I continued to run my fingers along the straps and ring.
Everything was in place, but he didn't know that.

"Two boys, one girl." Brent said curtly.

"Lots of bills at home?" I had to subtly remind him of his payoff.
Intermittent reinforcement gets these straight guys every time, and I knew
the occasional dangling of the carrot would keep him here for the full two
hours.

"Yeah, you know it." He said it with almost a hint of annoyance. I pictured
his wife sitting on the couch most of the day, turning up the volume of the
t.v. in order to drown out the squalling kids in the background. I imagined
his sons to look like him.  I bet she frequently pestered him about overtime
hours, hoping to someday feel like they could treat themselves to carryout
Chinese.

I cranked him just a bit higher. His legs were spread wide and he was tipped
back enough to cause some discomfort, but not intense cramping or pain. The
hair on his legs ran up and trailed off, about two inches before it would
meet with his white briefs. His pubic hair fanned down in front and swirled
heavily into his crack and around his hole. It furred up his trench ending
with a small patch at his lower back, just above the tan line of his
underwear and pants.

The next ball I picked was not smooth. There was a 6 inch cord attached to
it and there were indentations on the surface, similar to a golf ball, but
the bumps were slightly more raised. I rolled it in my hand and told him it
was likely to be the only one I needed to get him a bit more dilated.

"Dilated?" he asked. Noticeable fear, again.

I answered with a simple yes. I wanted the word to sink in. Pupils become
dilated. Father of three, he likely knew a uterus becomes dilated as it
prepares to give birth. In a sense, he'd feel like that before I was
finished with him.

I positioned the ball at his hole, the cord hanging down like a balloon
string. My two thumbs were holding it to his anus. Brent tensed, but it
didn't matter to me. I pushed slowly and stood to one side so that the
cameras would capture all the angles.

I watched as his pink hole stretched. I pushed more. It stretched a bit
farther. The pink lining of the anus was becoming darker, a deeper red. I
pushed. He groaned, bit his lower lip and closed his eyes.

"Almost there," I said like a dentist finishing with the drill. His muscles
tightened, but in his position he couldn't resist it. His anus stretched
around the ball, and I watched as it disappeared slowly inside his rectum.
His hole didn't tighten immediately. Like the sun setting over a lake, I
watched as more and more of the ball was swallowed inside. The cord remained
dangling from his hairy hole.

"Ohhhhh mannn. Ohhhhhhhh mannnnn," Brent moaned, feeling the object lodge in
his bowels.

Time to soothe the savage beast.

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