One Hundred Knots - Sex Stories

One Hundred Knots

... woman’s skirt reached her panty crotch, I pressed the “Pause” button on the DVD player. I reached down, picked up the lace and slipped the loop over my cock and balls. I pulled on the lace at either side of the loop, drawing the loop down snugly around my sex. The effect was much like that of a cock ring, letting blood flow easily into the cock but restricting its passage backward. I looked up at the screen and pushed “Play”. Immersed in the scene unfolding before me, I slowly stroked my cock, every so often adjusting the rawhide loop, tightening it and pushing it closer to my body. I felt my arousal build and my cock begin to stiffen. I pulled the loop tighter and pushed it firmly against my pubic bone. The loop was now in that sweet spot at the very base of the cock. Tying a member off in that location binds it permanently erect, making it incredibly sensitive and a fine conductor of electricity. It also puts it in grave danger. Tightly binding an erect cock (and the swollen balls beneath it) effectively cuts off the circulation. Left bound that way for too long, a slut could incur serious damage and perhaps altogether lose his precious genitals. I was aware of that but remained undaunted. To be honest, I personally find it incredibly compelling and, yes, highly erotic to put myself in a situation where through my own folly I might actually lose my genitals. You see, the risk of disaster, with its accompanying adrenaline rush, is part of the overall draw. In a way, it’s a ...

... little like rock climbing or race car driving, with the added benefit that the whole process is sexually charged. I figure that if I do end up one day castrating myself, it will likely be at the end of a long and very wild ride, one comprising elements of both extreme pleasure and intolerable pain. I continued looking at the woman on the screen, while ever-so-gently running my fingers up and down the length of my cock, striving to reach maximum hardness without pushing myself over the edge. Just as the woman’s skirt reached her waist, I had the cock just how I wanted it—firm and throbbing but in no danger of spewing its juice. Again I pressed “Pause”. I riveted my eyes on that telling indentation in the front of her panties and viciously jerked the loop closed around my cock and balls. I then passed the free ends of the lace underneath my balls, did another overhand loop and jerked that one tight. Working quickly, I followed that with four more overhand loops—one on top of the balls, one on top of the cock, one underneath the cock and another on top of the cock. Over this last one I tied a square knot, sealing the deal. I then brought the ends of the cord around my waist and tied them together at the small of my back. The visual effect was impressive. My cock was perfectly rigid and, like a teenager’s, stood proudly out from my body. My balls, too, were firm, the pair almost a single sphere in their bondage. It was time. I reached for the ball electrode, a roughly six-inch by ...