Manhandled by Austin Foxxe

plate. He was about to have my balls on a platter.
     The adrenaline seemed to be swimming inside them. They were swollen with anticipation. But within a second, they felt like
     one of those balls that’s tied by a rubber band to a small wooden paddle: they were being lightly bounced along this flat
     surface. I was extremely concerned for their well-being. Any harder of a tap, and they’d be screaming in agony. Right now,
     they were just being harassed enough to be curious as to their fate.
    There was an ever-so-soft pat on my ass cheek. Then my other ass cheek. Then both at once. Then the pattern was repeated.
     And once more, only with a little more pressure. And again. More pressure. And then steadily, in a distinct rhythm, like a
     metronome keeping time on a piano. With each contact, there was more strength put behind the swing, so slight an increase
     that it would have been unrealistic to suddenly yell “Ow!” So I took it…and liked it. Heat rushed to the domes of my ass,
     and I could feel them turning red.
    Steady and continuous: thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. The
     sound bounced off the walls.
    My buns couldn’t take the assault. Too much stimulation. Overload. Some of the excitement had to be rechanneled. My left leg
     began shaking uncontrollably as the intensity grew. The entire coffee table was vibrating along with it. My ass was on fire;
     my throat was letting out a long, continuous “Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
    Suddenly, nothing. Silence. I hitchily inhaled some air. My head was spinning. The darkness behind my lids was filled with
     colored spots of light.
    THWACK!!!
    The room echoed at the sound, precum poured from my piss hole, my ass must have gotten far redder, and I did scream…
    … and then I heard it. A quiet, short giggle, almost boyish. He was enjoying this, enjoying making me melt … enjoying bringing
     me a sick sort of joy—making me give in to something I had so long denied.
    THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
    The friction was like lava between the surface of the paddle and my ass. My bark was more controlled this time. Now, the pounding
     was more evenly spaced and less frequent, but HARD. At the tops of my cheeks. Near the bottom. Dead center. Left cheek. Right
     cheek. My entire bottom was scorched. Behind the blackness of my blindfold, I envisioned the paddle gripped firmly in his
     huge hands, swatting my ass with the strength of his bulging arms, perhaps a bit of sweat dripping down his stony features
     as he inflicted the punishment. All the times I had smiled so coyly at him, egging him on, testing to see if he would want
     me if he could have me. I deserved this. I was a cock tease.
    “I deserve it!” I yapped, appalled at my admission. “Teach me a lesson!”
    “That’s right, my little bitch whore. This’ll keep you in line.”
    That was the last thing he said. He administered my punishment until I was sure my butt was about to begin bruising. I wondered
     what it looked like right now. I was guaranteed to have nasty welts tomorrow. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to
     be treated this way…as if I had a choice in the matter. OK. I could’ve stopped it sooner. But I didn’t know it was going to
     come to this… really.
    The paddling stopped, at last. I needed relief. It burned. Burned so bad. It was beyond me how someone could enjoy making
     another person feel such pain…and how he could do it so well.
    I became restless. I unconsciously tugged at my bonds. I needed to squelch the fire on my ass. Then I heard the sound of a
     refrigerator door opening behind me. What was he doing?
    My nerves jumped, my balls shrank, my nipples sharpened into points, and a shiver ran through every fiber of my body at the
     freezing-cold temperature of whatever touched my ass next. The contact was soft, but the shock to my system was unbearable.
     This subzero object was run smoothly over my flaming