You sure know how to keep ‘em waiting, Mr Squeeze.
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You sure know how to keep ‘em waiting, Mr Squeeze.
It was a 4. I looked at the list. 20 quick strokes. Then a slap.
OK.
It’d be a very hard slap. I was feeling ready to be physical again.
But I didn’t want to make him come. With the quick strokes. I wanted him tense. Frustrated. Teased.
The 20 strokes didn’t last long. Not for him.
But he was still excited, hard.
I slapped him in the balls.
He screamed.
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You are an excellent story teller. Maybe throw in some kicks or stomps for Vittoria :) maybe some biting also :)
He screamed really loud.
Screamed louder when I slapped his balls again, harder.
“How many’s that then? Hmmm?”
I couldn’t help touching myself again.
“About three throws so far? Hmmm? What do you reckon? ”
I picked up the dice. He groaned.
“I…oh…please don’t…oh god please…please stop!”
“Oh I don’t think so, Kevin! Not yet!”
I rolled the dice.
“And it’s a…Five! That’d be… Squeezing Both Balls In Both Hands For One Minute, Varying…hmmm! They must be quite sore, you poor thing! Are your balls hurting?” I punched them. He gagged on a cry of pain.
“So, just a minute or so of some nice hard squeezing, sunbeam! Are you ready?”
He wasn’t.
I began.
I made him scream and beg.
He started crying.
I squeezed his balls harder.
He was thrashing around but I’d tied him tight to the bedposts. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was totally at my mercy. And I was feeling cruel.
I worked on his balls. All that gym-time. I knew I was strong.
His screams of pain just encouraged me. I wanted to hurt him more.
So I did.
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Very good story...
I am instantly fully hard when starting reading your posts !! Congratulations.
I presume that with all Your gym training, You are able to flatten seriously his balls when squeezing them ?
Thank You, and please keep writing.
Nice story... what nice.. excelent.. :)
He was crying.
I watched the tears welling out of his clenched eyes, running down his cheeks as I squeezed.
I wondered what this must feel like, to be bound immobile, naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Realising you really aren’t in control at all. You’re helpless in the strong hands of a woman you fancy like mad, but she just keeps on hurting you. It must have been really scary!
Maybe at first he didn’t realise what I was capable of, how cruel I really wanted to be.
Now he was getting the idea.
The dice had said one minute of squeezing.
I ignored it.
It was just a game, and it was me in charge.
And I was enjoying it so much! Much more than my fantasies when I was planning it, thinking about it. About seducing him, tricking him. And hurting him.
I’d been worried about how it might be afterwards, back at work. I must admit the thought crossed my mind as I made him scream again, louder. I realised I didn’t care. I’d do what I wanted to him then and there, hurt him as cruelly as I liked. There’d be no comeback. I had the photo of him tied to my bed from my phone. I’d sent it on to a trusted friend. I’d blackmail him into silence and submission if I had to. I knew I wanted to do this again. I knew I could. Secretly, I’m sure he wanted me to. His cock was still rock hard as I ground his balls in my strong grip. His cock was so hard, but he was sobbing and screaming as I squeezed. I squeezed harder, enjoying my strength, my power over him.
Eventually I stopped.
Threw the dice again, ignoring his writhing attempts at recovering. He could hardly breathe, gasping in pain.
I felt so good! Orgasmic but…not wanting to climax just yet. I’d make myself wait again. And I’d make him suffer for it!
“And…it’s a…Two! Ah yes! We’ve had this before, haven’t we sunbeam? Remember? Two minutes! Hmmm! What shall I do with you for two whole minutes, eh? Two minutes of ball torture, the dice says. What do you want me to do, hmmm?”
He was getting his breath back. I waited. Smiling. Panting a little from my exertions and excitement. Still warm and wet.
“Hmmm? You’d better tell me what you’d like me to do, sunbeam, or else I’m just going to think up something really nasty all on my own! Hmmm? What ball torture would you like for two minutes?”
He swallowed hard as I watched and waited. I was going to make him choose.
“Please…please don’t…”
“I said what do you want me to do to you, sunbeam?”
“…No! Please! I’m sorry! Please don’t...” he managed to gasp out. Totally humiliated, afraid of me. That look in his eyes – imploring, terrified – really turned me on.
“Do you want two minutes of…getting your balls squeezed? Hmmm? Or do you want me to punch them for two minutes? I will if you want me to, but I expect my knuckles might get a bit sore. But if that’s what you want instead of letting me squeeze them again that’s OK!”
He saw the look in my eyes. He knew I was going to hurt him more and that there was nothing he could do about it. But he tried.
“Oh no god please…!”
But I raised my voice, interrupting him
“…or how about if I put my boots on and kicked your balls for two minutes? Would you like that, sunbeam? Or if I stamped on them? Hmmm?”
“I…oh god! I…I’m sorry…please…”
“Please punch them? Stamp on them?”
I had to laugh. At his expression. At my power. My delicious cruelty.
“Hmmm?”
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