Getting My Balls Busted - Sex Stories

Getting My Balls Busted

... later, jolting him back to the waking world. Daniel could hear the sounds of Sonata Arctica playing. Mary was using the steady beat of the double bass kick drum as a metronome for her next torture: turning his balls into a punching bag. The blows came down one after another, in a blur of pain. He was tensed from head to toe and he could feel veins in his forehead start to burst. There was no respite, no relief. He couldn't even black out again. All he could hear now was the constant slapping sounds of Mary's fists striking him in the most sensitive of places nonstop. To his relief this only lasted a couple of minutes as the relentless pace of the symphonic metal wore out Mary, her arms obviously tired. She got off the bed and sat back in the chair. For a bit, Daniel thought that maybe she was done and he started to wriggle, fighting the restraints. Mary got up and picked up her backpack again. "I don't think that rope is tight enough." Daniel decided not to try to respond, rather just let her do whatever. She took a rolling pizza cutter - the sort that is literally just a sharp, steel wheel and started to roll it over the rope on his scrotum. The pressure she used wasn't hard, but Daniel could feel the blade pressing against his balls; which were surely about three times their ordinary size. And probably purple or black. Or both. Quickly the rope was cut and she pulled it off. Daniel sighed into the socks in a mixture of pain and relief as blood flowed back into his scrotum, ...

... filling his battered and slightly flattened swollen testicles with essential oxygenated blood. As Mary lifted the white rope away he noted a few spots of blood. She must has nicked him. Luckily after all the battering he hadn't felt it. Unfortunately the relief was short lived as Mary grabbed them tight; her grip like a vice; her nails digging into the soft fleshy testicles as she yanked them away from his body as fast and as hard as she could. Daniel felt sick as he felt the skin of his already stretched ballsack start to stretch and thin out. She pulled until they popped out of her fist, his skin not allowing her to pull them any further away. By now, Daniel had closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sick smile on Mary's face as she tortured him. For years he imagined that if this ever happened it would be fair: she would bust his balls until he couldn't take it anymore, and then maybe if he was lucky he would get to feel her up or see her naked. On his more unrealistic fantasies he pretended that she even let him fuck her. What he was going through now though was nothing like anything he had ever dreamt about it. It was hell. Mary grabbed his balls again, pulling them away from him slightly as she looped a large zip tie around his nuts - right where all the squishy tubes are. She dropped his balls to hold the main lock of the zip tie as she snapped it closed as tight as she could. Suddenly every single part of his scrotum at that point: all the tubes, the veins, the skin, ...