Stories by skweezme

She gave my tortured balls a hard squeeze that made me shriek in agony, and then wrapped her frighteningly strong hand around my cock.

“Remember, you’ve just got to control yourself for a minute, Brave Boy. Or else I’ll knee you in the balls again. Hard!”

Her hand began to work on me gently. I writhed with pleasure and fear. This time she took me towards the edge again as she had done so easily before, even though I was trying desperately not to let the orgasm begin.

“Oh Sandra! Please stop! Oh no…oh god…oh Sandra!”

She just grinned at me and speeded up.

“I told you what I’ll do to you if you let yourself come. And I’m sure your balls are already hurting now!” she panted excitedly.

I was desperately trying to ignore what was happening, but my body began orgasming. Sandra laughed in cruel delight and carried on milking me as I thrashed around beyond control, ejaculating all over the place.

As the peak of pleasure began to fade away, I lay there panting for breath. Post-orgasmic shudders still ebbed through my body.

Sandra knelt with knees either side of my leg and sat heavily on it. She rubbed herself against my leg gently.

“Oh you poor poor thing! Nasty Sandra made you come! Did you enjoy that?”

I could barely speak.

“It was…phew…totally…amazing!” I stammered.

Her weight was starting to hurt my leg now, as she pressed her crotch against it more firmly.

“I’m glad you liked it. Not as good as one of my blowjobs, though. But you’ll never know now, will you?” she smiled.

She raised herself off my leg then leaned over me and ****** my shoulders heavily against the carpet again. She pressed a hard knee into my aching balls. Then lifted it high.

“Oh god no! Please don’t Sandra!”

She grinned down at me.

Ouch, looks like a post-orgasm bust is coming, truly the most painful time to get it.

Great story, looking forward to the next chapter...

Thanks for your positive comments, guys! Hey, I'm assuming it's only blokes who've been reading this. Would really appreciate feedback from a woman's point of view :)

Her knee came down gently to rest against my still aching balls.

“What’s the matter? Fair’s fair. I’ve just made you have a great orgasm. Agreed?”

“Oh yeah! But…”

“Now I’m going to get mine!”

Her weight on my shoulders and her knee on my balls were really painful. But I was really terrified of the agony she was going to inflict on me.

“Can’t I…” I began, stammering and shuddering in desperation “…do something? Can I give you, you know, oral sex or something? Please?” I pleaded in panic.

She leaned her weight more heavily on me while she thought for a while. I lay under her, groaning in pain, desperate for a merciful verdict. But not really expecting to get one.

She removed her knee and suddenly launched herself onto my stomach, where she landed heavily, winding me completely. I struggled to regain my breath under her crushing weight and my wrists, which were still tied behind my back, felt like they were being mangled in a vice and were digging into my spine.

She began laughing.

“Did you really think I’d knee you in the balls again?” she giggled.

“Well…yes” I gasped, confused.

“God, you must think I’m a real sadist! It really hurt you when I did that! I hadn’t expected it to hurt you so much, though. You looked absolutely terrified when you thought I was going to do it again!”

I was bewildered.

Before I could respond she quickly and painfully shuffled up my chest and straddled my face. She held her obviously aroused genitals an inch from my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! She’d certainly had me fooled. I’d been convinced she was going to inflict more excruciating pain. I was so grateful to have the chance to pleasure her without her kneeing me in the balls. I leaned forward and licked her hungrily. She moaned a little. I carried on, desperate to please, and her moans of pleasure grew louder.

However, the position my neck was in was beginning to give me cramp. I carried on but the pain grew worse. I didn’t want to stop but I just had to pull away.

“Hmmm! Don’t stop!” murmured Sandra, and she dropped her heavy body onto my face and began grinding herself against me. I could hardly breathe and my head was being crushed under her weight. Despite this, I tried to carry on licking her. Though muffled by her thighs I could hear her groans of pleasure increase.

“Oh yes!” she panted. “That’s so good! Come on, a bit more…hmm that feels so good.”

I carried on desperately trying to lick her as she continued grinding herself on my face. Then she began to orgasm and my head was violently pounded under her as she came. I felt like I was about to pass out through lack of air and through the constant battering of my face. Eventually, her orgasms finished. She settled heavily on me, and breathing became almost impossible.

Then she rolled off and lay contentedly beside me, with one heavy leg resting across my stomach. I gradually recovered my senses.

“Hmm…that was a pretty good orgasm! You were really nice”

She removed her leg and clambered upright, towering over me and glowing in satisfaction. I gazed up at her voluptuous and powerful figure. Then she straddled one of my legs and grinned.

“Actually, I really am a complete sadist!” She placed a foot roughly on my balls.

“Oh no, Sandra! Please don’t…”I begged. I'd been feeling self-satisfied. Now I was suddenly becoming terrified again.

[…to be continued…J]

She lifted her foot and stamped it down in my balls. I noticed the way it made her breasts shake before I gagged and doubled up but she quickly put her foot on my shoulder and roughly kicked me back down. My head hurt as it hit the carpet. Then she dropped to her knees again, landing one crushingly in my aching balls. She grabbed my shoulders as I reared up, ****** me down easily, and kneed me hard in the balls as her weight kept me pinned. Then again. And once more, crying out in satisfaction.

The pain was so much worse than before. I retched and retched. Agonised though I was, I was also stunned by her physical brutality and by the surprise of her attack. She stayed leaning over me, pressing me down, as I cried tears of pain and fear.

“Wow! That was better!” she gasped. “Looked like that really hurt!”

I opened my eyes and caught a look of mischief in her expression. She was certainly enjoying herself. I was in no state to tell if I was enjoying it or not. Then she climbed off me and stood over me again. With the release of her weight I doubled up, wheezing and sobbing in agony, my head awkwardly pressed trembling against her solid thigh.

“I’ll let you recover for a bit. I might even wank you off again before I carry on working on your balls”

“No, please! Sandra! No…more” I sobbed.

I felt the muscles in her leg flex as she stepped away from me. She gazed down at me and moved a hand to her vagina. She began rubbing herself as she watched me trying to recover from the damage she’d inflicted. She enjoyed my continuing pain as I sobbed and begged her to let me go.

“No way. Not yet. I’ve not finished playing with you,” she said softly but determinedly as she continued to finger herself. I continued to moan and plead with her but she ignored me. Then she grinned broadly at me, turned away and left the room.

When she came back I was in trouble! Difficult writing this bit...

As I lay there in pain, I realised I had to persuade her that I really had had enough. But what if she just wouldn’t listen to me? But she’d have to, wouldn’t she?

The worst of the pain gradually began to ease away. She intended to “carry on working” on my balls? God, they were hurting from the “work” she’d given them already! I had tears drying on my cheeks. I really couldn’t take any more. I’d just have to get her sympathy, get her to show me mercy. But she’d be loving every second of it! If she did give me any mercy, she wouldn’t give it away easily.

I was adrift in these uneasy thoughts when the door opened and Sandra stepped in. I snapped back into focus and instant lust.

Her high-heeled shoes were red. Her stockings were dark and shiny. She filled the doorway with her imposing frame. The heels and stockings changed the shape of her legs, giving more definition to the underlying powerful musculature. The effect was exactly the one I’d described to her when she’d asked me about my fetishes. I hadn’t said anything about stockings, but she was right. My penis was straining.

But as I gazed at her I remembered what else I’d said. Something about how those heels could be used to hurt someone. I started to panic at the thought of her using those dangerous heels, her weight and her strength to do more “work” on my tenderised balls.

She sauntered towards me, those muscles clearly flexing as she slowly transferred her weight from step to step, heels digging deep into the carpet, floorboards creaking below her. Her heavy breasts swayed as she approached.

She looked down at my erection and smiled, pleased with the effect she was having there. Then she looked into my face.

Is this getting too boring and self-indulgent?

Not boring or self-indulgent at all. Please continue!

great story wish i could meet such a bad girl.

She registered my look of panic and began laughing.

“What’s the matter with you? I’m not going to knee you in the balls again or anything, you baby! That was for not controlling yourself, wasn’t it?”

“I know” I gulped. “But you said you were going to carry on…you know…hurting me!”

“Well, I might! But I don’t want to knee you in the balls again. My knee’s sore! Can’t imagine what your balls must be like” she laughed. “But I think I said I’d wank you off again. Do you still want me to do that? It certainly looks as if you’d like me to!”

My penis was drooling.

“God, Sandra, of course I do!” I was helpless. “But my balls still really hurt! I mean really! I can’t describe it!”

She looked intrigued.

“OK. Maybe I won’t hurt them too much. Just play with them a bit more. I mean, I’ll hurt you…but not too much. OK?”

“Well…” I began weakly.

“Oh for goodness sake! Look, I’m going to give you an amazing orgasm, and then I’m just going to play with your balls for a bit. Then I’ll untie you and we can…well…get back to normal!”

“But my balls really hurt!”

“I know! That’s why I want to play with them!” she grinned. “But I promise I won’t hurt you too much more. OK?”

I gulped. “But what if…what if I don’t want to?” I realised how feeble that was as soon as I said it.

She smiled. “Lets put it like this…” she ticked it off on her fingers. “What I’m going to do is I’ll wank you off, then I’ll play with your sore balls as much as I feel like. And then I’ll get you to bring me off again – didn’t I mention that? And then we’ll finish. If you don’t agree, I’ll be disappointed in you and I’ll…be rough with you. And you wouldn't want that. But if you agree, I might be more gentle with you.”

I gulped. “OK” I agreed. I really didn’t want her to be rough with me. I was scared of her as much as I was aroused by her.

She smiled, lifted one wicked heel and pressed it against the base of my erect penis. I gasped. The pain was sharp.

“Now ask me to wank you off” she said softly. I just groaned with lust as I gazed at her powerful leg. She pressed harder and I cried out.

“Oh please…please will you wank me off Sandra?” I squeaked.

“OK…I’m going to wank you off” she said slowly as she jabbed her heel. “I’m going to make you come!” she jabbed again. “Then what do you want me to do?”

I knew I had to follow the script, or things would get worse for me. Much worse.

“Could you…” I swallowed, “…play with my balls, please?”

“Hmmm…” she said, still gently prodding my erection with her heel. “Do you mean your sore balls?”

“Yes please! Will you play with my sore balls a bit, please?”

“Hmmm…OK! How rough do you want me to be?”

I gulped again and winced as she began prodding my dripping glans. The edge of the heel was rough and sharp.

“Please…please be as rough as you want to be, Sandra”. I knew this was the only thing to say. “But please don’t hurt me too much” I pleaded. She didn't like that last bit. Before I could retract it she dragged her heel down my sensitive penis, making me squeal in pain and fear. Then she leaned more weight onto the base of my erection.

“I’ll be as rough as I want to be, just like you asked, OK?”

“OK!!” I quickly agreed, eyes watering as she kept her heel pressing hard into my soft flesh.

This is like a ball busting soap opera. I just hope that it stays sexy and doesn't go on to some stupid ********** tangent. Great job!

Thanks, Velvetfog! No, she didn't ******** me. Wanted to keep me intact for another time! And she's a friend anyway.

lol wow what a day you had :)

Could you take this Tommy ?

eeek............honest answer, I doubt it........but lust can drive a man to do silly things :)

Well told story mate. I reckon if I ever did DIY for this lady I would tread very lightly...

Did your wife find out. And if she did would she be most likely to:

1. Leave you
2. ******** you
3. Give you a good kicking (in the balls, of course)
4. Give you the silent treatment
5. Tell you it's fine as long as there's no actual sex
6. Ask you if you'd like a threesome next time (2 on 1)