Hortensio
09-14-2006, 07:39 PM
There are many who would say I had it coming. I was amused by stories of other men being subjected to cbt by sadistic women and looked at websites that dealt with the subject. I giggled at movies where some guy took it in the eggs and made a lot of barnyard jokes about some bitch “having him by the balls” or saying some lady should crush some jerk’s nuts. I imagined a women squeezing my naked balls while I writhed in pain but never thought anything like that could happen to me or that there were women who would really do such a thing. I guess I wanted it but would never have admitted it even to myself. I’m in pretty good shape, about 6 feet, and pretty well endowed although not a freak.
One Friday night after work, I went out to work with a few guys and women from the plant to a local bar down the road. Over time, women I did not know sat down with us who were friends of other people in our party. Eventually, all the people I knew had left, but being a single guy in my late 30s with nothing to do but go home to the TV, I just kept drinking as long as there were people at the table. About 10:30, it was just me and four women there who I had not met before that night. None of them was a great beauty but they were all okay. I don’t even remember all their names except one had a great figure and big boobs I wanted to squeeze like crazy. She was named Sheila, One was a kind of small asian woman with a pretty good figure and a name I couldn’t pronounce and the other two it developed were divorcees working as temps in their 40s with grudges against their ex-husbands and their current bosses. They both were a little overweight taller than average and seemed to be somewhere from the south. One was a bleach blond and the other one a dishwater blond.
There was a lot of talk but I did not say much. Then one of the divorcees said, something about how she’d really like to go after the nuts of the asshole who ran the office she was working for and proceeded to tell a story of how he’d made her make copies all through her lunch hour but would not let her leave early to compensate. Generally, the women apparently oblivious to my drunken presence, got crude about what they’ve like to do to various assholes in their lives and how they’d like to make them pay. The asian woman, apparently the most bitter of all, said something about how she sure had some balls in mind to crush. I said that I did not think woman really were into that kind of shit and that none of them would have the nerve if it meant controlling a guy enough to get him by the short and curlies.
The subject eventually changed to where to go from the bar and the women with the luscious tits said that we should get out of the dive, go to her place where she had some beer and other supplies and get high. I did not know whether I was invited or not but she looked at me and said that I should come by learn more about life.
It turned out the apartment wasn’t far from the plant where I work and was in an old motel that had been converted. Only a few apartments had been leased and the one we were going to was at the end of the row and a few apartments away from the others. I was pretty loaded and went in and helped myself to a beer and sat in the biggest chair in the living room. I should have noticed the picture on the refrigerator of a naked guy tied down screaming with a woman squeezing of his balls.
The host put on some weird music I’d not heard and rolled a joint that was passed around the 5 of us. Sitting on the floor because there were only four chairs in the small apartment, Sheila returned to the subject of men. She suggested they were all jerks and slobs and needed to be put in their place. I was thinking that maybe I ought to be going after I finished my beer and immediately offered her my chair and I sat on the “coffee table” that was actually a big old trunk in the middle of the room.
The conversation went to some soap opera I did not watch and how much they hated one guy in the show. Dishwasher blond said he needed a lot of sharp cracks to the nuts but bleach blond said that there were a lot of ways to hurt a guy that do not involve his testicles. I finished my beer and went to use the toilet. I did not see the picture on the door facing the toilet because I pissed facing the john and left quickly because the asian woman was in a hurry to get in.
When I got back in the living room, there has been some talk about something and Sheila is playing with a pack of cards on the trunk. I suggest maybe I should go but the asian woman has gotten back and lighted another joint and Sheila says the party is just getting started. How about some poker? I said I really have only about 10 bucks cash left on me so the stakes would have to be pretty small unless they all intended to let me win. Bleach blonde said that we could have better stakes than that; how about strip poker?
Obviously, looking back, I should have run, but I was pretty interested in both Sheila and the asian and the other two ladies would also be amusing nude. The odds looked pretty good that a woman would lose. So I said, “sure but we only play to the first person loses all their clothes.” Asian said, okay but we’re all adults who have seen body parts before, what happens to the loser? Dishwasher says, “how about we do what we want to him.” Sheila corrected, “him or probably her” and said that if she lost the that I could do whatever I wanted with her. Sounded like I got to fuck the loser which would be nice way to end the evening. But Sheila added that the odds were really too much against women, how about if the high card lost but that a woman could take off an article for another woman if she wanted? I should have realized that this drastically changed the odds, but Sheila stretched in a way that pushed out her tits and I said, “okay, what the fuck, but we all have to start with the same amount of clothes.” We agreed to count down from ten and that no one left until there was a loser.
I don’t know how to do the math on the odds so I don’t know if I was unlucky or they cheated, but I soon was in trouble. The asian woman would have gone down quickly except that others started taking her losses and when the Dishwater Blond got down to eight Sheila still had 7 in reserve to keep her from going out.
So after another beer, another joint and I don’t know how much time has gone by, I am down to my boxers, while two of the women are in their bra and panties and the others have two or three hits that they could take if necessary. I say, “boy, it is getting pretty late, what do you say we call it a night.” Asia says “no way” and I am as scared, erect and excited as can be. The next deal, I get the Ace of Clubs with the next highest card being Sheila’s Jack.
The magnitude of the situation only now really hit me. Each of the divorcees takes one of my arms and the asian woman grabs the elastic on my boxers. Out of fear and a reflex I start to say something or shout or babble but Sheila has gotten behind me and neatly somehow puts ball gab in my mouth. I then realized that some of them had done this before, started to panic and began to kick. That doesn’t last long though because the asian woman grabs my balls very hard and says that if I don’t relax things could get real painful real fast. I realize I’m beat and, in a few seconds I am strapped over the top of the trunks with my head hanging over one side and my raging hard on just even with the opposite edge and my balls right on the edge. My legs are put in ropes and secured so that they are pulled back and my cock and balls are jutted out and rendered still more vulnerable.
The ladies are all trading high fives and they open a drawer in the trunk that I had not noticed before. From the drawer emerges a bunch of items that the Asian woman makes a point of showing me including tongs like you use for turning meat on a fire, safety pins, clamps, pinking shears, pliers, paddles, riding crops, hat pins, knives and a bunch of other items they did not show me.
Sheila looked at the two divorcees and said, we’ve only just met you tonight but I think you should have the honor of starting the ceremony. Try not to do any permanent damage yet, but I guess we could forgive you if you make a little mistake on your first time. With that, the bleach blonde immediately took a pair of pliers to my left nipple and closed it hard. It hurt. I would have screamed but that wasn’t an option. I did start bumping my butt against the trunk which accomplished nothing, particularly after the dishwater blond slap her fist into my left nut.
It is a sort of wonderful thing the way that testicles can king of slide away for a blow so the fist was more of a mental pain than real agony but I knew that was just the start of what was to come. When she grabbed each nut and started to squeeze it like a marble, I was praying I’d pass out but no such luck. I realized that I had never been in so much pain in my life and that this could go on a very long time. All the times I’d joked about guys getting their balls in a vice came back to haunt me, but I was not really thinking so much as just registering pain like a mindless animal.
Sheila advised, “if you squeeze this jerk like that much more, he’ll probably cum all over the place.” Cumming was not really on my mind right then, as my other nipple was now in an alligator clip, Sheila had decided to bite the nipple that had been in the pliers and the Asian woman was picking up the tongs and one of the whips. I was very silently praying that Sheila had to work on Saturday as the one woman released my balls so that they could be beaten and the tongs were used on the tip of my prick.
One Friday night after work, I went out to work with a few guys and women from the plant to a local bar down the road. Over time, women I did not know sat down with us who were friends of other people in our party. Eventually, all the people I knew had left, but being a single guy in my late 30s with nothing to do but go home to the TV, I just kept drinking as long as there were people at the table. About 10:30, it was just me and four women there who I had not met before that night. None of them was a great beauty but they were all okay. I don’t even remember all their names except one had a great figure and big boobs I wanted to squeeze like crazy. She was named Sheila, One was a kind of small asian woman with a pretty good figure and a name I couldn’t pronounce and the other two it developed were divorcees working as temps in their 40s with grudges against their ex-husbands and their current bosses. They both were a little overweight taller than average and seemed to be somewhere from the south. One was a bleach blond and the other one a dishwater blond.
There was a lot of talk but I did not say much. Then one of the divorcees said, something about how she’d really like to go after the nuts of the asshole who ran the office she was working for and proceeded to tell a story of how he’d made her make copies all through her lunch hour but would not let her leave early to compensate. Generally, the women apparently oblivious to my drunken presence, got crude about what they’ve like to do to various assholes in their lives and how they’d like to make them pay. The asian woman, apparently the most bitter of all, said something about how she sure had some balls in mind to crush. I said that I did not think woman really were into that kind of shit and that none of them would have the nerve if it meant controlling a guy enough to get him by the short and curlies.
The subject eventually changed to where to go from the bar and the women with the luscious tits said that we should get out of the dive, go to her place where she had some beer and other supplies and get high. I did not know whether I was invited or not but she looked at me and said that I should come by learn more about life.
It turned out the apartment wasn’t far from the plant where I work and was in an old motel that had been converted. Only a few apartments had been leased and the one we were going to was at the end of the row and a few apartments away from the others. I was pretty loaded and went in and helped myself to a beer and sat in the biggest chair in the living room. I should have noticed the picture on the refrigerator of a naked guy tied down screaming with a woman squeezing of his balls.
The host put on some weird music I’d not heard and rolled a joint that was passed around the 5 of us. Sitting on the floor because there were only four chairs in the small apartment, Sheila returned to the subject of men. She suggested they were all jerks and slobs and needed to be put in their place. I was thinking that maybe I ought to be going after I finished my beer and immediately offered her my chair and I sat on the “coffee table” that was actually a big old trunk in the middle of the room.
The conversation went to some soap opera I did not watch and how much they hated one guy in the show. Dishwasher blond said he needed a lot of sharp cracks to the nuts but bleach blond said that there were a lot of ways to hurt a guy that do not involve his testicles. I finished my beer and went to use the toilet. I did not see the picture on the door facing the toilet because I pissed facing the john and left quickly because the asian woman was in a hurry to get in.
When I got back in the living room, there has been some talk about something and Sheila is playing with a pack of cards on the trunk. I suggest maybe I should go but the asian woman has gotten back and lighted another joint and Sheila says the party is just getting started. How about some poker? I said I really have only about 10 bucks cash left on me so the stakes would have to be pretty small unless they all intended to let me win. Bleach blonde said that we could have better stakes than that; how about strip poker?
Obviously, looking back, I should have run, but I was pretty interested in both Sheila and the asian and the other two ladies would also be amusing nude. The odds looked pretty good that a woman would lose. So I said, “sure but we only play to the first person loses all their clothes.” Asian said, okay but we’re all adults who have seen body parts before, what happens to the loser? Dishwasher says, “how about we do what we want to him.” Sheila corrected, “him or probably her” and said that if she lost the that I could do whatever I wanted with her. Sounded like I got to fuck the loser which would be nice way to end the evening. But Sheila added that the odds were really too much against women, how about if the high card lost but that a woman could take off an article for another woman if she wanted? I should have realized that this drastically changed the odds, but Sheila stretched in a way that pushed out her tits and I said, “okay, what the fuck, but we all have to start with the same amount of clothes.” We agreed to count down from ten and that no one left until there was a loser.
I don’t know how to do the math on the odds so I don’t know if I was unlucky or they cheated, but I soon was in trouble. The asian woman would have gone down quickly except that others started taking her losses and when the Dishwater Blond got down to eight Sheila still had 7 in reserve to keep her from going out.
So after another beer, another joint and I don’t know how much time has gone by, I am down to my boxers, while two of the women are in their bra and panties and the others have two or three hits that they could take if necessary. I say, “boy, it is getting pretty late, what do you say we call it a night.” Asia says “no way” and I am as scared, erect and excited as can be. The next deal, I get the Ace of Clubs with the next highest card being Sheila’s Jack.
The magnitude of the situation only now really hit me. Each of the divorcees takes one of my arms and the asian woman grabs the elastic on my boxers. Out of fear and a reflex I start to say something or shout or babble but Sheila has gotten behind me and neatly somehow puts ball gab in my mouth. I then realized that some of them had done this before, started to panic and began to kick. That doesn’t last long though because the asian woman grabs my balls very hard and says that if I don’t relax things could get real painful real fast. I realize I’m beat and, in a few seconds I am strapped over the top of the trunks with my head hanging over one side and my raging hard on just even with the opposite edge and my balls right on the edge. My legs are put in ropes and secured so that they are pulled back and my cock and balls are jutted out and rendered still more vulnerable.
The ladies are all trading high fives and they open a drawer in the trunk that I had not noticed before. From the drawer emerges a bunch of items that the Asian woman makes a point of showing me including tongs like you use for turning meat on a fire, safety pins, clamps, pinking shears, pliers, paddles, riding crops, hat pins, knives and a bunch of other items they did not show me.
Sheila looked at the two divorcees and said, we’ve only just met you tonight but I think you should have the honor of starting the ceremony. Try not to do any permanent damage yet, but I guess we could forgive you if you make a little mistake on your first time. With that, the bleach blonde immediately took a pair of pliers to my left nipple and closed it hard. It hurt. I would have screamed but that wasn’t an option. I did start bumping my butt against the trunk which accomplished nothing, particularly after the dishwater blond slap her fist into my left nut.
It is a sort of wonderful thing the way that testicles can king of slide away for a blow so the fist was more of a mental pain than real agony but I knew that was just the start of what was to come. When she grabbed each nut and started to squeeze it like a marble, I was praying I’d pass out but no such luck. I realized that I had never been in so much pain in my life and that this could go on a very long time. All the times I’d joked about guys getting their balls in a vice came back to haunt me, but I was not really thinking so much as just registering pain like a mindless animal.
Sheila advised, “if you squeeze this jerk like that much more, he’ll probably cum all over the place.” Cumming was not really on my mind right then, as my other nipple was now in an alligator clip, Sheila had decided to bite the nipple that had been in the pliers and the Asian woman was picking up the tongs and one of the whips. I was very silently praying that Sheila had to work on Saturday as the one woman released my balls so that they could be beaten and the tongs were used on the tip of my prick.