Fooled

OMG!!! OMG!!! What an exciting story... My dick is rock-hard...
It would be so nice of you to cut these two off in the end?

Hey beople can anyone bet she'll cut his balls off in the end?

This is a dynamite story! re. a previous post: if she cuts his balls off, she can't have any more fun with them!

Iguana

Aww you're right, that's sure. But if the game remains the same there's no fun in it, so she has to make the rules more various. For exemple she could invite her friend and these two girls could be a different chances... And of course there sould be a pussy chance.


And of course should be some grand-prix alike 6+6+6= some crazy blows inside her cunt + mind-blasting ********** without any doubts.

Then again.

Harder.

I’d caught his balls really nicely with that second punch, smashed one ball right against his pubic bone. Cushioned the blow for me, luckily. I could have hurt my knuckles. I was glad I’d cut my fingernails back so I could make a hard fist. Though I’d let my thumbnails grow a bit longer, as he’d found out earlier.

That punch was quite good. And a bit sneaky. I know I was only supposed to punch him once according to the instructions. But what the hell!

As I said, I’d been preparing for this for a while. As well as squeezing the rubber ball to improve my grip, I’d been working out in the gym. Getting myself generally stronger. Using heavier weights. I felt more powerful. I felt wonderful watching him groan and gasp.

I was patient.

Eventually he got his voice back and began begging me to let him go. I just smiled down at him and began touching myself.

I could have come there and then, watching his fear, his wretched anticipation of more pain.

He had no idea.

“Ready for the next dice, then, sunbeam?”

“No! Please oh god no please don’t oh god please…” etcetera

I think he really wanted me to stop. I wasn’t going to. Not now.

I was moist and hot and needed his pain, relished it. My body was glowing. I felt so alive! So sexual, sensuous, stong.

I almost felt sorry for him again. But that made it more delicious! I could really feel for him. Poor sod!

I took up the dice and rolled it in my hand then let it drop between his legs.

“It’s a six, sunbeam! What’s that one again? Let’s see…”

I looked at the rules of our little game.

“Ah yes…a bit of nice slow wanking…if you’re up to it, of course!…” I smiled down at him, at his softer cock. I could see my last punch had really hurt him “…then some ball-slapping and finishing off with some hard squeezing!…I wonder if I’d be able to make you come by slapping your balls? Hmmm? What do you think?”

I slapped his thigh hard. He jolted in his bonds and cried out again.

Good stuff, very intense.

Thanks for the story, Skweezme.

Your writing is fantastic. Really enjoying it.

I took hold of his cock with my fingers and thumb, and was surprised and pleased that it responded so readily. I soon had it hard again. Then I wrapped my hand around the glans, the top end, the most sensitive part. I knew what this was doing to him. I could feel it, see it in his desperate face.

I smiled down at him.

I slowly wanked him a couple of times, counting. Very slowly. He was groaning but starting to smile. His cock was getting really hard. I slowed it down more and he groaned more. Then I gradually speeded up, still counting. 30 strokes wasn’’t enough to make him come. But close to, by the look of it!

I laughed.

I touched my nipples. They felt so hard on my fingertips, so hard from outside but so sensitive from the inside. I shuddered and gasped. I so wanted this orgasm!

But not just yet.

“So…ready for some slapping?” I asked, still playing with my nipples.

He was staring at me, at what I was doing, drooling and dribbling with lust.

“And then some hard squeezing?”

I suddenly grabbed his balls hard.

He arched his back and screamed. I held on tight as he thrashed around. My cunt was throbbing and sending waves of distracting pleasure through my body.

I didn’t want to come yet.

I focused on squeezing harder, concentrating on hurting him.

He was begging me to stop when he could draw breath. I held on hard, grinning at his pain.

Eventually I let go.

“Sorry! Got carried away there! OK, 10 slaps next. Ready?”

He was still moaning, even though I’d let go of his balls.

“I said are you ready?”

I slapped his thigh really hard. My hand was tingling nicely.

He began pleading for me to stop. He was sobbing.

And I hadn’t really started!

I began slapping his balls hard. My hand was stinging. But I carried on to ten.

Treated it like a workout of my slapping-muscles. Arms. Shoulders. Even waist. Focused. Using my strength and weight.

Each one of my slaps made him cry out in pain or cry out for mercy. His balls were looking bright red after the tenth slap.

I hoped I’d bruised them nicely inside, making them ready for a good vicious squeezing.

I grabbed hold of them and he screamed.

awesome find, thanks

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Originally Posted by gemmsemm

awesome find, thanks

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Are you not paying attention? this isn't a "find", this is a story from skweezme.

This story is perfect!!!!!!! Please don't stop!!!!!!!

I was looking at the clock. Kneaded his poor balls hard for 30 long seconds. I loved the way they squidged around and compressed in my brutal single-handed mangling. In fact I ignored the clock and kept on squeezing.

He was still groaning after I let go. I gave him a little while to cool off, to get his breath back.

I was enjoying this more than I’d ever fantasized! Doing it for real was so bad! Really breaking the rules. Transgressing. Actually being physically and mentally sadistic with a victim I’d tricked and manipulated. For real. I did feel sorry for him in a way. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

He shouldn’t have let me get him into this situation. It was, really, his own fault. He was a fool. Shouldn’t have messed around with me. I suppose he thought he was enjoying a bit of transgressing himself. Cheating on his wife. Playing kinky games.

But he hadn’t expected this! To be captured and tortured.

It wasn’t his game any more.

It was mine. And I was so enjoying it.

I picked up the dice and rolled again.

“Ah! A two this time! What’s this one. Lets see? Wow! OK!”

I could still feel myself glowing, pulsing, hot and wet. Maybe this time…

“Two minutes of whatever ball-torture I feel like! You poor poor thing, Kevin! What have you done to deserve this, eh? Maybe cheating on your wife? Maybe I’ll send her the photo anyway!”

I laughed at the expression on his face.

I think it suddenly dawned on him, lying spread-eagled and tied to the bedposts, his balls battered and crushed, and me smiling down at him, clearly enjoying myself, that he was totally at my mercy.

I love this shit I've been jerking my dick off to it. Thanks.

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I climbed onto the bed and clambered over him carelessly, enjoying his agonised gasps as my weight bore down. I finally straddled his chest with my back to him.

Shuffled back so that my cunt was covering his mouth.

Bless him! He tried to pleasure me with his tongue. Thought I wanted his expertise. I crushed my cunt down onto his mouth, felt him gasp and gag as I settled on him. I ground down from side to side, backwards and forwards, concentrating on my growing pleasure and enjoying his desperate attempts to breathe, to cry out, to beg for my mercy.

I came.

It was one of the nicest orgasms I’d ever had. I could feel myself gushing into his mouth, could feel him gagging, spluttering, choking. I just sat back on him, gently rocking, teasing a few more delicious sensations out of my vicious cunt.

Eventually I climbed off him and stood up by the bed, fingering myself and watching as he slowly recovered from my battering.

“Thank you Kevin! That was nice! And now I get to do two minutes off whatever ball-torture I feel like, don’t I? Hmmm?”

He tried to start saying something, but I wasn’t waiting to listen. I just smiled and knelt by him on the bed. Placed one knee between his outstretched thighs and leaned over on his shoulders. Raised my knee and smashed it down into his balls. The bed bounced under us.

At first he looked shocked. Then the pain hit him. I laughed as his shoulders bucked under my hands, my weight holding him down easily. He screwed his eyes shut tight and cried out, began groaning.

I probed his aching balls with my knee until I found the right angle of attack and kneed him harder.

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As my knee smashed into him, I could feel I’d caught one ball particularly hard. Couldn’t tell which one, though.

But just out of sadistic curiosity I thought I’d find out.

I took my knee from between his legs and released his shoulders. Sat on the edge of the bed. I took his balls in one hand. He started going on again, pleading with me to stop. He was beginning to annoy me. OK, I was hurting him and everything but he still seemed to think he could stop me if he begged enough.

No way.

I started squeezing one ball, then the other. His left ball was really tender. He almost screamed when I touched it. Gentle pressure and he was squealing. Lovely!

I went to work on that one ball with both hands. Thumbs and nails and everything. Digging in. Grinding. Crushing.

Left the other ball alone.

For now.

I carried on working on that single ball, the sorest one. Sometimes I took the pressure off a bit, then piled it back on. It was a good workout.

And I was hurting him so much!

My cunt was throbbing again.