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May your balls be blue and flat 🔵🔵💥
I want…
to edge him till every single muscle is taught, his cock couldn’t get any harder, his balls are right up inside him and he needs one more stroke to tip over into a delicious, mind blowing orgasm. Then I want to stop - gently squeeze his balls once and count till I see 2 months worth of pent up need literally dribble from his aching, solid, taught cock head. I will smile at his moan of pure frustration as he is milked with no enjoyment at all. The longer the count between that last squeeze and his release, the less pleasure he’ll get. Then I’ll lick it all up, move up his body and share his cum with him before he brings me to a shuddering orgasm with his tongue… Then we’ll sleep.
I watch. I watch as he takes his aching cock in his hands and uses gentle strokes to bring himself to the edge of what would be his first orgasm in 3 months. 93 days to be precise. I'm sitting next to him, running a finger over his sensitive balls, feeling them shrink into his body as it gets ready to shoot all of his pent up frustration from the tip of his pulsing, throbbing cock. "Stop". Poor boy, his face shows his pain - so much harder when it's your own hand you have to remove, to stop the basic human desire to relieve the ache, to continue the slow wanking sensation he's been used to since puberty. I lean in and kiss him, hard nipples grazing his chest. A long, deep kiss full of passion and promise and my hand moves down to take over his pleasure. He groans, I stroke firmly and watch for the signs he's close enough, it takes seconds! I stop. I sit back, slip my fingers into my pussy, so wet, thick musky juices flow over them as I push them in and out, teasing myself a little then I feed them to him. He licks my juices as if it's his life nectar and I use the wetness from me and his tongue to continue bringing him to the edge, over, and over, and over again. He's lost - no words can form, just groans and quiet growls, panting, his head moving side to side to side each time I stop him from cumming. I may have heard him beg... not hard enough though.
She was a Psychology major who had just learned about hypnotism, and she had been playing around with you a little. She had given you funny triggers, like getting an insanely hard erection upon seeing cute little puppies. She made you crave anal once, then shoved a massive dildo in there, then left it there and had you put your clothes back on. Then she hypnotized you again and erased the suggestion, just so she could laugh when you came out of it and freaked the fuck out.
Her worst was when she implanted the suggestion that you would feel like you were getting kicked in the nutz every time you got horny. You came out of it to the sight of her wearing this. It only took a couple seconds for the first imaginary kick to hit, and that was when things went terribly wrong.
You had never told her about your secret ballbusting fetish. That first blow landed and you got even more excited. That, in turn, caused a second blow, which made it even worse. She had created a feedback loop in your mind. Every phantom kick got you more and more excited, which brought on more (and harder) kicks. In under a minute you were laying on the floor screaming in pain, but you couldn't stop the ghost kicks....and you couldn't control your reaction to them either....
“After only 3 weeks of teasing, you tell me that you can’t take any more. After a pitiful 3 hours of ballbusting, you say you can’t take any more of that either. I’m feeling generous. You can pick one. Option A) For the next 3 weeks, you can cum as often as you want, but I get to destroy your balls as often as I wish, including during your orgasms. Option B) I’ll promise not to beat your balls for the next 3 weeks, but every day will be a marathon edge session and I will NOT let you cum. Choose now or both deals are off the table.”
“Lemme keep edging the fuck out of you while you decide.”
Ball torture specialist. Could you ever deny her? How would you prefer her to drain your balls?
“You’ll take every bit of my teasing and be happy about it; you’ll even thank me for it. Because if I get even the slightest idea that you want me to make you cum, I’ll do it. I’ll make you cum. First, I’ll bust your balls so hard that you’re crying, literally crying. Then I’ll keep hurting you while I bring you to the edge. And then I’ll kneel on your balls while I stroke you to a thoroughly ruined orgasm. Just remember, if you truly feel that you NEED to cum, all you have to do is ask.”
She was showing off her amazing body for you, and you were having the most miserable time of your life. She was going slow; showing off every curve, running her hands all over her body (and occasionally yours). In the last 45 minutes she had only taken off her skirt. She had almost shown you her breasts a few times, but every time, at the last moment, she had pulled her shirt back in place. You had never seen anyone look so sexy. She had you mesmerized.
You were so caught up in her beauty that you could almost forget the gut-wrenching, white-hot agony in your balls. She must have noticed that you almost looked comfortable, because she sensually came up to you....leaned in close.....reached down to your groin.....
......and tightened the jaws on the cold, hard shop vice clamped down on your nuts. Your balls had been in vices and clamps before, but nothing had ever felt like this. The tempered steel was unforgiving, uncaring of the soft, tender orbs trapped in its jaws. Those jaws closed a fraction of an inch and your balls had no choice but to give in. You could feel the flesh in your sack squish as it was forced to acclimate to its new, narrower prison. Renewed pain flooded your body, bringing with it a stream of tears and a scream that was only partially silenced by the skirt stuffed in your mouth (it suddenly occurred to you that silencing your screams might be the only reason she had even taken it off). You desperately hoped that your balls would still function when this was all through, but you knew that you had no control over how far she was going to take this.
You felt a moment of comfort as she coaxed an erection out of your cock; a brief reprieve in the midst of a hurricane of pain. She stroked a moment longer, enough to fully reawaken your sexual desire, then she stopped. She took one nail and ran it up your stomach. Her nail continued gently traveling up your chest, your neck, your chin. She used it to raise your chin and look you in the eyes as she said, "eyes on me." Then she retreated to her doorway and continued the show.
You had no idea how long she would want to keep this going. She seemed to truly enjoy being looked at with lust and longing, but she clearly wanted to make it severely unpleasant for you. Half an hour later, she still had not removed any more clothes, but she must have reached a critical point. She pulled over a chair, sat down, and started to masturbate.
Again you were mesmerized, again you started to forget the pain in your balls, and again she seemed to know it. She clearly hadn't finished, but she stopped anyway. You were screaming into your gag and straining against your bonds the instant she started moving your way. You would gladly have submitted to any of her other tortures, if only you could beg her not to crush your balls any more. But nothing could stop her. She reached down and tightened the vice.
The resilience of your testicles astounded you, but that didn't stop the red haze of pain that became your entire world. The red haze started to fade to black, and the pain became muted and dull for a moment. Then you felt the sharp sting of a slap to your face and you came back around. The pain was back, as strong as ever. She grabbed your chin, turned your head back, and said "eyes on me." She didn't waste any time on your pleasure this time; she had an orgasm to return to.
It didn't take her long at all once she started back up. Before you knew it she was moaning and clenching her thighs. You were particularly interested in the way her breasts were heaving with every breath once she finished. It was an amazing sight.
Once she came down off her high, she got up and headed your way. You were instantly terrified that she was going to tighten the vice again, but she didn't reach for it. She got on her knees in front of you and started using one finger to idly play with your cock. Once you were fully hard, she leaned in and took it in her mouth. You began to wonder what an orgasm would feel like, coming from balls that were still being flattened. You needn't had worried about that.....
Only a few seconds after she started you felt another explosion of pain. While you were busy staring at the top of her head, she had reached up and tightened the vice. Not much, but enough to get you screaming again.
"There. That was fun for you, right?"
That was most certainly NOT fun for you, but you only hesitated for a long as it took her to reach towards the handle on the vice.
"I thought so. It was definitely a blowjob that you'll NEVER forget." (5 seconds of dick-sucking at the end of an hour and a half of torture did NOT make the entire experience "a blowjob", but you promised yourself to never mention that to her; you had no desire to make this woman angry.)
She calmly rested her hand on the handle of the vice. She didn't turn it, but the nervous anticipation was somehow worse.
"You'd like to do this again, wouldn't you?"
Was this chick fucking crazy?! Of course you didn't want to do it again. NEVER again! Your balls were almost as flat as pancakes and none of her other tortures had ever come close to causing this much pain.
"Let's put it this way: You can agree to go back in chastity, and we can do this again very soon, or...." She tightened the vice another fraction of an inch. "....I can just finish the job and find another boy to play with."
“I’m going to hurt you so bad. Your balls are going to cry little desperate tears of precum. If you’re really lucky, maybe I’ll crush a full orgasm out of you. Wouldn’t that be fun? I mean, it’ll be ruined, because I’m not going to touch your cock, but you would finally get to cum.”
“This weekend we’re going to find out if your balls can burst from having too much unreleased cum in them. Ready?”
"I told you I'd kick you in the nuts if you kept staring. Now, you have a choice. Let me kick you 5 more times, right now, or we can go have a chat with your girlfriend when she gets back from the bathroom."
The first kick had been brutal, but 5 more just like it would be nothing compared to what your girlfriend would do to you. You couldn't stand, or even come up off of all fours right now, but you turned around and spread your legs. Turns out that was a big mistake. Every kick smashed your balls against your pelvis in just the wrong way. Each kick hurt so much worse than that first one had, and she gave all 5 in a row. You were barely able to keep your knees spread until the end. When she was done you collapsed onto your side, groaning in agony........just in time for your girlfriend to walk up and ask about what was going on.
"Oh, nothing. Just a lesson in manners. He walked up behind me, grabbed my ass with one hand, and reached around for a handful of boob with the other."
It was a total lie. All you had done was stare. But right then you couldn't draw enough breath to argue.
"He did WHAT!?!?"
.....you were fucked now.....
When she sack taps your balls for fun…
One of the simple reasons why I love making men go without cumming for periods of time is that I love a fat sack, so seeing their balls grow heavy and extra full of their unspent cum is just so aesthetically attractive to me. *swoons*
I love focusing my attention on fondling, licking, and sucking those balls, because I just love them, period. But then, in some instances, there’s the added fun of ignoring the cock — my mouth being so close to it, and yet...so far. I love having a mouthful of sack and looking up at them, giving them a reminder of where my mouth isn’t...and hearing their moans and whimpers from the mindfuck of it all.
The first time you complained about the pain of your blue balls from your cage, she told you to strip down and lay on the floor. She gently placed the heel of her boot against one of your trapped balls. It took very little pressure before she had you howling in pain…..then she pressed harder. She made you scream for an hour. Then she whispered in your ear “Now, thank me for giving you some perspective, and beg me to let your balls stay blue for another month.”
