BB Games

I was in agony. I needed time to recover. “Err…?” I gasped.

She threw the dice again before I could begin to reply.

“You’re not going to believe this!” she laughed.

She roughly grabbed my balls again. I cried out. She smiled, looking at the clock (which I couldn’t see from my position, though I tried) and waited, concentrating.

Then she turned her attention to my balls, gently and teasingly kneading them, making me squirm beneath her even though she was hardly squeezing hard. I was soon begging her to stop.

“Oh no! Not yet!” she clenched both hands around my balls and leaned back. Then she began crushing and tugging them with all her strength and weight. I was screaming for mercy but she had her eye on the clock as she ignored my begging.

She gave me one last almighty pull, ******* the most nauseous pain. Then she stopped and looked at the clock. As I was retching for breath she squeezed both my balls in a grip that sent me towards oblivion on waves of agony.

After the time was up, she stopped and sat back on my thighs.

She leaned to her side and picked up the dice again. She looked at my throbbing cock.

“You OK? You want me to wank you off? Do you need an orgasm, babe? Ah well! Never mind! Only four more throws to go! ”

Thanks DarkX! Wouldn't go as far as Luke Rheinhart, though!

Anyone interested in four more falls of the dice?

Um, alright, twist my arm...

Absolutely would enjoy reading as many more rolls as you can write!

As always, keep up the good work.

hell yes, go on

of course, plz go on :)

She rolled the dice again and consulted her list.

“Hmmm…ok. It might be your lucky day!” She wrapped her hand round my penis and squeezed gently. Then she began to masturbate me. She knew exactly what she was doing, concentrating her friction on the head and making me groan with pleasure. I dared to hope that this was one of the options that allowed me an orgasm

“Or it might not!” She slowed down then released my dribbling penis. I groaned with frustration. She could have easily made me come.

Then she grinned and slapped my balls once.

Hard.

The initial impact made me cry out, but the welling agony from my balls strangled any further screams and I choked in pain.

She laughed at my reaction, and folded her arms under her breasts, taunting me with them.

“Just three more to go, and then we’ll see if you’re up to shagging me. Or maybe I’ll just give myself an orgasm while you’re still tied up”. She began massaging her breasts, the nipples standing hard against her fingers that had just left my cock. I couldn’t reply. I was till trying to catch my breath. There were tears in my eyes.

She threw the dice again.

“Oh!” she laughed. “This must be my lucky day!” She slammed a fist into her other hand a couple of times, smiling.

I began begging with her.

She grinned wickedly and reached for my penis again. “Only kidding!” She held it gently and began giving it slow strokes along the shaft, not touching the head. I could see she didn’t want to make it too pleasurable for me, but I strained in her grasp. She began to speed up her strokes and to give the head some attention. Then as the orgasm began to take hold she suddenly stopped and took her hand away. As I groaned in frustration she repositioned herself, her full breasts swinging and their sight just prolonging the unfulfilled desire.

She settled, kneeling, to my side, raised a hand and softly slapped my balls. It still made me wince. Then she slapped again, slightly more sharply. The blows began to increase in painful punishing power, the ball-pain becoming nauseous. I cried out with each blow.

“…9…10! And one for good luck!”

Then she looked at the clock, took hold of my balls in both hands, paused, then began squeezing, kneading and stretching them to her own sadistically-sensitive rhythm. She built up to a crescendo of utter agony. My already-aching balls were her perfect instrument and I was her captive and enraptured audience. I was ****** into surrendering to her savage sexuality.

Are you ready?

well i hope so

She stopped. I was hoping for some respite but she threw the dice again.

She looked at me in some consternation and amusement. “Same again! It really is your unlucky day! Hmmm…”

She took my penis in hand once more and rapidly brought it back to full attention. Then she slowed down and down to a totally tantalizing and frustrating series of jerks, denying me the release I so urgently needed.

She smiled at my renewed begging, gave me one more slow stroke, then stopped. She folded her arms under her breasts again, mocking my frustrated desire.

“You know what happens next, don’t you?”

Before I could answer she unfolded her arms and raised a hand, her breasts jutting provocatively. Then she began slapping my balls. I screamed in agony as each blow fell, varying in force and speed, as she played with my pain in sadistic delight.

She eventually stopped, leaving me gasping and crying in testicular torment. As the room began to come into focus she took my balls in her hands gently, and began softly caressing them.

“Your poor balls! Do they hurt? Have I hurt them?”

I began to answer but she started squeezing hard, kneading my balls in her strong hands, fingers and thumbs digging in relentlessly, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing beneath her soft skin. I screamed, sobbed and begged but she laughed and carried on relentlessly.

It's gone a bit quiet on these boards. Are you ready for the next bit yet?

i am also begging for her to continue

She looked at the clock and gave my balls one last long squeeze. I cried for mercy. She just gripped even harder. I couldn’t believe she was ignoring my real cries of pain. She’d never hurt me this much before. She’d never been into ballbusting really, but she’d agreed to indulge me once a month. We decided on the dice idea because she just wanted it to be a game – she didn’t want to genuinely hurt me. But she didn’t mind giving me pain if I was enjoying it. But I wasn’t enjoying this. That was obvious.

“Right then! Last one, OK?” She reached for the dice.

I was grateful that the end of my torment was imminent. Just one more throw. It must be something a bit less brutal. Law of averages. She threw the dice.

She laughed as she consulted her list.

“It says here ‘doing whatever ball torture you feel like for two minutes’. Do you remember agreeing to this list?”

I began to protest, but her next words chilled me.

“I went on the Internet today and you’d been looking at a site called something like FemaleDom, hadn’t you? Looking at some stuff about ballbusting. Does this mean I’m not enough for you?”

Before I could gather my thoughts for a reply she leaned over and sent a knee crashing into my aching balls.

“I’m going to give you more than two minutes. You deserve more. And you know what? I’m really enjoying this! It’s about time I beat you up” She slapped my face, punched me in the stomach, pushed me down and kneed me in the balls again.

Really enjoying the story so far, hope you continue soon.

wow, i hope you contiue this story

Woodpecker, DarkX -

Thanks for your encouragement! The dice will fall again soon!

After a while I was just groaning in agony and embarrassment. She was still panting with pleasure and anticipation. She waited for my agony to begin to subside, then she raised herself and let loose a tremendously heavy slap into my balls. I screamed in pain, then choked as it became even worse as my balls’ nerves finally got their latest update to my brain. The pain eventually began to recede and I gasped for breath. She waited patiently, a small cruel smile, eager eyes, hand raised.

I started to try to speak…so I could apologise, to get her to stop. I drew breath. Another hard slap to my balls brought another choked and desperate scream. I was frightened as well as being in tremendous ball-pain. She was just going to go ahead with the throw of the dice - ball torture. But for as long as she felt like.

She slapped me again, then again.

The blows stopped. I looked at her pleadingly with tearful eyes. But I realized her head was turned and she seemed to be listening. Then I heard it myself. The doorbell was ringing.

"Shit!” she exclaimed, climbing off me and going to the window from where we could see the front door. At first she looked puzzled, then turned to me in amazement.

“You’re not going to believe this! It’s Eve from the gym!”

I probably looked blank and baffled.

“You know? Eve! The muscle-girl?" She seemed annoyed at me for not knowing. "I told you about that girl who's incredibly strong?”

I began to remember…

“I wonder if she’d be...interested in something kinky?” She grinned.

The doorbell rang again and my wife suddenly burst into action, grabbing a robe and running out, calling “I’m coming!” She left the bedroom door open. For some reason this made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed. But I didn't feel embarrased about the possibility of being seen naked by a stranger, tied down on my own bed. I felt frightened.

I heard the door open and they greeted each other. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed pleased to see each other. The door closed as the visitor stepped into our house.

This Eve had really impressed my wife with her physique and strength, I now began to remember. But she wouldn't dare ask her to hurt me, would she? She wouldn't want her new friend to think she was a pervert or anything, surely? But I hadn't met this friend. Didn't know what they'd talked about. Perhaps she'd already confided in her about the purvy games I talked her into going along with. No, she couldn’t have.

These thoughts were rushing through my pain-battered brain as I tried to hear what was going on downstairs.

I could hear Eve’s heeled shoes clattering on the floorboards as they both went into the front room, still chatting away. Perhaps she’d just do whatever she came for, gossip about the gym or something, and go. She could surely see my wife was…busy.

The chattering died down. Perhaps she was going now.

But then my ears picked up a murmured conversation going on. Why were they talking quietly?

There was a loud laugh, quickly suppressed. I couldn’t tell if it was my wife or her friend.

Then a chilling voice that clearly wasn’t my wife’s called out loudly.

“I know you’re listening! I’m coming for your balls!” They both burst out in hysterical laughter.

I pulled against my bonds. They just dug in tighter. As I tried pointlessly to escape, Eve and my wife came into the room.

Eve was in high heels and skirt and towered over my wife who was grinning, watching my reaction. Eve was very attractive and very big. Her stockinged calf muscles were thick, and her short-sleeved fully-filled blouse revealed muscular arms and big hands.

“Jill told me she was in the middle of torturing your balls. She asked if I wanted to join in. So here I am!” Her voice was deep, and held an edge of excitement.

“No!” I cried, looking towards my wife. “We were just…finishing!” I gulped, realising how desperate and frightened I sounded. Jill looked at Eve, who caught her eye. Jill nodded at her and smiled. She took off her robe and hung it back on the door. Naked next to Eve she looked almost puny. But Eve still deferred to her.

“Shall I take something off? Is that OK?” she asked. Jill smiled at me and nodded. I stared with fascinated fear and desire as Eve unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing suspenders with her stockings, and her legs were big and muscular. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, hanging it with my wife’s robe. She picked up her skirt from the floor and hung that as well. With every movement her imposing muscular body flexed and the floor beneath her creaked with her shifting weight. Then she turned to me, just wearing shoes, stockings, briefs, suspenders and well-filled bra.

“What do you want me to do to him?”

“Jill!” I yelled in fear “No! Please don’t…don’t let her…do anything to me!”

She smiled at me, looked over to Eve and back at me.

“What’s the matter? You like having your balls hurt, don’t you? And Eve really wants to hurt them, don’t you Eve?”

Eve nodded, intrigued by this exchange.

“No! Please! You’ve…you’ve already hurt my balls enough!” I was still in pain from the slaps she’d been giving me before Eve arrived. “It’s OK…it was… amazing! But please don’t hurt me any more! I’m sorry Eve, we’ve sort of…there’s sort of been a misunderstanding” They both looked at each other and I began to feel relief that some sanity was beginning to descend.

“Do you want to squeeze his balls, Eve?”

She still looked intrigued, as though she wondered how far this little game was going to go. She looked me in the eyes.

“Oh yes! I’d love to squeeze has balls!” she said with an amused gleam.

I turned to my wife in confusion.

“No, please…Jill…?”

“Go ahead then! But don’t go…you know…full on just yet”

I began to protest but Eve just strode over to me and put one knee on the edge of the bed, her weight pulling my tied body towards her uncomfortably. She looked at Jill, who nodded encouragingly, one hand straying to her own groin. Eve took my aching balls in one big hand and started squeezing.

It was like having my balls in a vice. There was no need to knead and roll my balls to intensify the pain, like Jill did - finding the most sensitive spots and sadistically exploiting them. This was just brutal crushing strength. I imploded into a world of pain, screaming.

“Oh! Am I hurting you?” She tugged my balls, putting her substantial weight into it, dragging me towards the side of the mattress and hauling on my bound arm and leg on the other side of the bed. Then she raised herself and lifted me up one-handed from the bed as far as my bonds would allow. Her strength was awesome. Then she let me drop.

For a while I lost awareness of my surroundings, overwhelmed by her brutal display of power and cruelty.

I slowly began to come to again. I became aware that Jill and Eve were talking and laughing. Jill noticed my return to consciousness.

“Aha! You’re back with us! Eve’s just been telling me about something she wants to try out on you. Ballscissors! But I thought we’d make it more interesting by playing your dice-game a bit more. We’re going to go through each list, taking it in turns. Six rolls for each list. Eve might get a chance to practice her ballscissors, but she might not. But whatever happens…you’re going to suffer, sweetie! Now which order do you want us to do the lists in? Save the hardest till last, or get it over and done with first?”

I was only slowly taking in what was in store for me. The game had turned serious. They were going to torture me. Jill grabbed my aching balls and kneaded them, finding those parts still hurting most from Eve’s punishment. I cried out.

“I said what order do you want us to do the lists in?”

“But I don’t want you to…” I cried out again as her hand tightened.

“What order?” she demanded.

“The hardest…last!” I gasped. I needed some respite. That last list was going to be absolutely agonising. I couldn’t handle it just now.

“Ha! Wimp!” she laughed.

Jill let go and arranged the lists. She handed the dice to Eve.

“Guests first!”

Eve grinned and threw the dice. It settled.

“A two!”

She looked at the list Jill held out to her, finger on one line. “2. 20 quick strokes, one slap” She sauntered to the bed and stood looking down at me over her full breasts.

“A lucky start for you! Have to make that slap count, won’t I?” she said as she crouched down by me and took my penis in her fingers. It was aroused, but not fully erect. She began playing with it, teasing it. Soon it was at full attention, despite my fear and throbbing pain. I couldn’t help but look at her awesome breasts.

“OK!” she smiled. “20 quick strokes and one really hard slap! You’re getting off lightly!” The twenty quick strokes began to set my nerves tingling. Then she stopped.

“Was that nice?” she asked, smiling down at me. “Cos this won’t be…” she stood up, her muscles shifting as she rose, and leaned over me. The slap had her weight and power behind it and was seriously intended to hurt. It did.

Jill and Eve gave me time to recover. I was crying and begging them to stop, trying to tell them I’d really had enough. Jill ignored me and took the dice. Rolled it.

“OK…a One! 1. 20 slow strokes, one punch. You’re being a bit lucky at the moment, aren’t you? Don’t worry…it won’t last!” She looked at Eve and they laughed.

Jill wrapped her hand round my penis and gave it twenty slow and sensual strokes, taking her time, making that tantalising feeling grow. She wanted it to feel good. It did. Then she stopped and I groaned.

She laughed, shifted her position, and tapped me in the balls with her fist. I was expecting something more vicious, and though it hurt I was grateful for her restraint.

Eve was rolling the dice again. This was unrelenting.

“A Three! Let’s have a look…hmmmm…3. Play with penis for 30 seconds. Does this mean doing nice stuff, Jill?”

Jill looked at me.

“Yeah. For now…I suppose…” I was grateful for her mercy

Eve sighed, but began working on my penis gently.

“Do you think I’m attractive? I think muscular girls with big tits turn you on, don’t they?”

She had my answer in her hands. I glanced guiltily at Jill. Her expression was unreadable. Her finger was between her legs. It was her turn next. She was looking like she was going to hurt me, if the dice allowed it. Eve carried on teasing me with her strong, capable fingers, then stopped, leaving my penis dribbling in unfulfillment.

Jill took the dice.

“Four! 4. Be rough with penis for 30 seconds. I think I’d better wait til you’ve calmed down a bit. Don’t want you coming, do we, sweetie?”

They laughed. Jill waited. Then she flexed her fingers and dug her nails into my penis, pinching and clawing it. I squirmed in pain. Then she grabbed the base of my penis tightly and began slapping it hard with her other hand. She stopped. My penis felt like it was burning.

“OK Eve! Your turn again!”

Eve rolled the dice.

“A One again! Make the most of it while you can!”

She took my sore penis in her big hand and massaged it to full erection again. The she counted off twenty excruciatingly slow strokes, increasing my arousal. She smiled and balled her hand into a large fist, positioning herself to strike.

“Jill, you might need to cover his mouth. He’s going to scream!!”

My wife laughed and covered my mouth with her hands, pressing down. I could just breathe through my nose.

Eve pulled her arm back, muscles bunching, then unleashed the blow. It felt like being hit by a cannonball. The impact drove me down into the mattress with its force, and the pain was sharp and shocking. Then the gut-wrenching ball-ache welled up. My screams were muffled by Jill’s hands. They both climbed off me, laughing.

“OK! Last one off this list coming up. Then it gets a bit more fun! For us!”

She rolled the dice. I was still retching in pain.

“Two again! Ah well. Your luck won’t last, you know!

She took my penis and gave it twenty perfunctory strokes, then slapped my balls hard. She quickly covered my mouth again as I screamed in pain, my balls already throbbing from Eve’s punch.

“OK, Eve, let’s see what’s next!” She rearranged the lists. I knew the next list upped the ante. They were going to enjoy hurting me more. I begged for mercy, but they ignored me.

“I’ll go first this time” Jill rolled the dice.

“A One!” She consulted the list. “Hmm…your luck’s still holding out. In a way!” Eve looked puzzled, so Jill showed her the list. Eve looked at me and smiled as she thought of something.

“How about if I give him something special to look at while you do it?” She looked at me seductively.

“I think you’re a cruel bitch, Eve! Wonderful!” They laughed together.

Jill took my scratched and sore penis in hand again. I had no idea what was on the list, what she was going to do to me. She began caressing it gently. It responded under her soft touch. Despite my predicament, I felt an orgasm growing. I tried to hide the signs, hoping to get the release my body needed. But then Eve began unfastening her bra and I couldn’t hide a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

Jill laughed and stopped stroking, still holding me, leaving me trembling on the edge of orgasm.

“Shall we make him come?”

Eve released her breasts and threw the bra to one side.

“Hmmm…maybe! Maybe not! It’s up to you…”

Jill gave my penis a couple of slow strokes that had me straining at my bonds. She looked at the clock and smiled. She nodded to Eve who began playing with her engorged nipples, causing them to harden even more. Jill continued to play with my penis, keeping me on the edge of sexual desire and sexual frustration. Eve began lifting and fondling her breasts, moaning with pleasure.

I was groaning in frustration and was thrashing in Jill’s hands. Sometimes she’d let go and wait for me to settle down a bit. Then she’d start teasing me again, while Eve continued playing with her heavy breasts and big nipples.

Jill glanced at the clock, smiled at me and released my penis.

“Would you like me to make you come now?” she asked

“Oh god, Jill! Yes please!” I begged, still staring at Eve’s breasts.

Jill took me in hand again and began stroking me firmly and steadily. I gasped as the orgasm began building, and relaxed into the delicious sensation as it began to peak.

Jill stopped and took her hand away. “Time’s up! Sorry!” They both burst out laughing. My penis was throbbing, but the orgasm was edging away.

She picked up the dice and passed it to Eve.

“I hope you get a chance to really hurt him now!”

“Me, too!” said Eve as she rolled the next number.

“It’s a Three!”

Jill showed her the list.

“3. 20 slow strokes, one punch, again? Boring!”

I sighed with relief. I was expecting worse.

Eve carried out the instructions mechanically but the orgasm began to return. Then the punch was like a piston driving into me. Jill danced to my side and covered my scream again.

When I was partly recovered, she took the dice and rolled it for her turn.

“Shit! It’s a one again! You bastard!”

Eve sidled up to her.

“Why don’t we just…forget about the dice stuff and just… have some fun?”

The enthusiastic and sadistic gleam in her eyes terrified me.

Jill laughed. “Steady on, Eve! We’re only halfway through the second list. We’re going to have lots of fun in a minute, aren’t we, sweetie?”

For another few minutes I endured Jill bringing me to the edge of orgasm, then back down, again and again. But there was no teasing game this time. It was just physical. It left my body shuddering.

Then it was Eve’s turn. She looked pissed off at the result.

“Oh come on! A Three again!”

Jill laughed. “Better give him another good punch, then! Looks like they really hurt. I’m so glad I’ve not got balls when you’re around!” Her hand moved to her groin again.

Eve smiled and took hold of my penis. Her twenty slow strokes this time were sensual, and had me bobbing on the peak of orgasm. She stopped, satisfied, and waited again for my denied orgasm to subside. Then before I could prepare myself she unleashed a vicious punch to my belly, then one to my balls. Both of them rocked me with their power and weight.

Jill laughed in delight.

“Nice one. Eve!”

I was still sobbing in agony when Jill rolled her next turn.

“You really are a lucky bastard, aren’t you? It’s a one again!

She began fondling my penis, but I was still in agony. Eventually the pleasure registered over the pain, but she stopped. Time was up.

Eve took the dice.

“A Two. What’s that one, Jill?

Jill read from the list.

“2. Doing whatever ball torture you feel like for two minutes. What do you feel like doing, then, Eve?”

“Well…” she began, raising her high-heeled shoe to the bottom of the bed and stroking her muscular thighs with her big hands “…I think it’s time for the ballscissors, don’t you?”

Are you ready for the ballscissors? How's it going so far :) ?

I didn’t know exactly what she meant to do, but the thought of my brutalised balls being crushed by those powerful legs sent me into a panic of desperate pleading.

“Calm down!” Eve commanded, leaning her leg heavily on the mattress. “It’ll all be over in two minutes! You’ll be alright!”

She seemed almost concerned, and I hoped beyond hope that she’d show some mercy.

Jill stepped up and slapped my balls.

“I’m really looking forward to this! How are you going to scissor his balls, Eve? What are you going to do?” She moved her hand to her groin again and began pleasuring herself. I was retching in agony.

Great story, as always. Love the suspense of trying to imagine what the leg scissors will be. I have a few ideas rolling thru my head, but I am sure the truth will surprise me. Keep up the good work.

absolutely awesome twist to the story! i can't wait to see what happens next. It would make a great script for a short movie!

Who would you cast for the part of Eve? Bunny Glamazon, Skytriss, Thea Bennington, Nicole Bass? :)

Eve watched me writhing in pain after Jill’s slap. She moved a hand up her thigh, caressing her muscles, then her thick fingers went inside her panties and slowly began rubbing.

After a while, the pain began to die down. Eve smiled and took her hand away from her crotch. She stared thoughtfully at mine.

“Hmm…I’ll need to stop them…slipping around. Tie them with something…”

“What about the belt from my robe? That should do the trick!”

“Great!”

Jill eagerly strode to the door and removed the belt. She handed it to Eve.

Eve smiled, took her foot off the bed and approached my balls, her legs flexing with each step, the floorboards creaking under her weight. She tied one end of the belt around my balls – not tightly, but firmly enough to keep them in place. She gave the belt a few sharp tugs to test it. The belt twanged taut with each pull and my balls felt like they were about to part from my body. She seemed satisfied with her handicraft and amused by my sobbing agony.

“You think that was bad? Wait til I’ve got your balls between my knees!!” she growled.

They laughed.

I couldn’t see the funny side of it.

My balls were throbbing in pain, but they were going to be crushed by the power of those big muscled legs. Power exerted by a woman who enjoyed being sadistic.

hmmm i can picture a duo from ballbustingbibabes.