Getting My Balls Busted - Sex Stories

Getting My Balls Busted

... twitch. He couldn't help but to whimper and he scrunched his face in pain. The real pain came a second later when she flicked his swollen nuts harder than he had ever done to himself. He started to shout, only being silenced by a fast moving Mary slamming her hand down onto his mouth. "I hadn't wanted to do this." She sighed as she picked up a backpack that had previously been laying out of Daniel's sight and pulled out a homemade ball gag: a tightly rolled pair of socks which she forced into his mouth until he could hardly breath. Try as he might, he couldn't spit them out. At least they were clean socks. Mary knelt on the bed between Daniel's spread legs. "Now do you want to make me happy?" She asked again. Daniel nodded. A smile spread across her face. "Good." With that she calmly, but forcefully, pressed her palm into his bright red testicles, compressing them to about half their ordinary size, the rope bindings not allowing the precious testicles to push back into his body like they should. Daniel screamed into the sock gag. "Hm. Maybe we should play some music too. Just incase." It was obvious that Mary wasn't speaking to him, just thinking out loud. She got off the bed and grabbed his iPod off the dresser. She plugged it into the portable speakers that he always brought with him overseas and hit the 'Shuffle all' button. Muse started to play as she clambered back into the bed. "You know, darling," she started, "your balls being tied up makes me so wet." Her voice was ...

... loud enough that he could hear it, but he doubted anyone else could hear over the sound of Muse and the semi-soundproofed walls of the hotel room. The tone of her voice was sexy; mischievous. And then just like that, with no warning, she slammed her fist into Daniel's tender balls. He arched his back as far as he could, shouting to no avail, as the pain emanated up his body. She stood and started to kick him right in the family jewels, one kick for every bar of the music that played - about once every 2 seconds. The kicks weren't hard but they were hard enough and they were frequent. Daniel strained, screaming. He begged her to stop but she couldn't hear him. Even if she could, it was highly unlikely she spoke Muffled Sock Gag. After a dozen kicks the song ended. Daniel thought he might gain a respite. He was wrong. Mary dropped: both hands on either side of his body, her left knee on the mattress; using the momentum of the gravity forcing her body down to aid her as she swung her right knee down and crashing into Daniel's nuts. Even with the rope there, stopping them from moving around his scrotum, the sheer force of the blow flattening his balls before pressing everything - rope and all - into his body cavity. The second that Mary moved her knee his balls, with their rope constraints, popped back into place albeit significantly more damaged than before. The pain caused Daniel's body to go into shut down, as he passed out. Another sharp pain shot through his body a minute ...