This is great, keep up the good work!
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This is great, keep up the good work!
It didn’t take long before we’d lifted him back onto the bed. Untied his hands (no resistance this time) then re-tied him spread-eagled, stretched, to the bedposts. He was begging and sobbing for mercy. But Maggie wanted to carry on. And I didn’t want to let her down.
So we sat either side of him on the bed.
I took hold of his cock. Began giving it a friendly rub. He responded. It got harder. I slowed down.
Maggie looked on, fascinated.
“Can I…?”
I let go. He groaned in frustration again.
“Be my guest!”
She took his cock in her big hand. Wrapped her hot hard fingers round it. Began stroking him. He was still hard. He got harder.
He began writhing and bucking as she worked on him. I really thought she was going to make him come.
But she didn’t.
She let go of his dribbling and frustrated cock. Sat back and ran her fingers through her hair. The way her breasts swayed made me hot. Didn’t know what it was like for poor Kevin, but he groaned.
“OK then. I’ll have this one!” She moved both hands, grabbed one ball.
I grinned. Grabbed the other.
We were just holding on, not hard. But he was already screaming.
“You ready, Lieb?”
I was ready. I nodded to her, smiling. We started squeezing.
had a look at Literotica, thanks for the idea. Seems a bit tame - not much if any F/M as far as I could see. Nothing about ballbusting, even. Think they need spicing up :D ?Quote:
Originally Posted by justjon
Definitley!Quote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
there is a section on BDSM stories featuring T&D and some pretty harsh bondge, but everybody could always use a little spicing up now and then. ;)
It was a bit tricky at first, with both of us competing for a good grip.
One ball or another sometimes popped out of our grasp. That made him yell!
It made us laugh!
We were both enjoying this, working on him together. Falling into a rhythm. Sometimes we’d both be squeezing as hard as we could, when we got a really firm grip.
Sometimes we’d alternate squeezes on one ball then the other. Harder or softer. We just played around, trying to amuse and surprise each other. OK, it got a bit competitive.
He screamed and begged us to stop.
We sometimes let him take a little breather, a break, until he settled down a bit.
Then one of us would start on his balls again, and the other would join in with relish.
I was pleased and surprised that I seemed to be causing just as much pain as Maggie. His balls must have been really sore!
I dug my thumbnails into the one I was holding.
Maggie smiled and did the same with the one she had in her powerful grip.
His screams reached a new pitch.
I was seriously tingling again! The excitement made me squeeze and dig in harder, deeper.
Maggie laughed when she saw what I was doing, the effort I was putting into it.
“Hey, Lieb! You don’t want to…do yourself an injury OK? Steady on!”
She let go of her ball and sat back, smiling at me.
I let go of his ball, grinning, a bit sort of embarrassed. Shook my arms out. My muscles were getting a bit cramped, to be honest, now she’d mentioned it.
“Hey! Look at him Lieb! Look at that wet face. He’s crying! Look what you’ve done to him, you cruel thing! Is she being too…horrible to you, Kevin, you poor thing?”
He couldn’t speak. It was just groans by now. Raspy groans. From the screaming.
OK. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time we finished. For now. Let him go before we went too far. Had to stop somewhere. Didn’t want to injure him. Not really. Hurt him and torture him, yes. But we had to draw the line somewhere. Had to be reasonable and everything.
And we just had to do this again!
“OK Maggie, I guess you’re right”
“Really, Lieb? OK. But…I still bet I can squeeze harder than you! Just watch!”
She grinned, mischievously. Sat upright. Gave her own solid arms a quick shake, making her muscles ripple, flexed her hands and forearms and grabbed his ball again.
I watched. Mesmerised. Panting. Getting hotter and hotter as she squeezed harder and harder.
I'm feeling the same way...panting and getting hotter and hotter! lolQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
I kind of hope they let him go, only to force him to come back for more of the same at a later date!
Thanks for the next part of the story, Skweezme. Can't wait for the next section.
Then she began popping his ball again, crushing it until it agonizingly shot out of her grip. Again and again.
He was screaming.
I felt every brutal pop myself, throbbing with each one.
I started groaning.
My orgasm was building up in increasing waves. I used my fingers to surf the swell, riding it as she carried on torturing him.
Then I came and came and tumbled into delicious swirling waters of ecstasy, his screams ringing in my ears like blasphemous church bells. Or something. Phew! It was a bit like that.
Maggie was grinning at me. She’d let go of him. Her hand was between her legs.
“Was that good, Lieb?” her eyes twinkled.
I nodded, smiling.
“Yes! Thank you! Quite nice!”
We both laughed.
Then she stood up from the bed, one hand still between her legs.
“My turn now, Lieb!”
I didn’t know what she meant, just smiled back at her encouragingly. My cunt was still tingling.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sat down on his stomach facing him. She smiled down at him as she let her weight settle, knees either side.
His breath was pressed out of him under her weight. He was struggling to breathe now. She started rocking on him, pressing her cunt down on his gasping stomach.
She began panting a little. She spread her thighs more and ground down harder, rocking herself with more abandon.
She was a magnificent sight!
Then she stopped. Laughed. Raised herself up on her knees, towering over him on the bed. He gulped in air, relieved of her crushing weight.
I thought she was just going to drop back down on him or something, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped forwards onto her arms so that she was completely over him, dwarfing his puny body beneath her.
Then she clambered forwards over his arms until her cunt was over his face. He drew in enough breath to begin sobbing and begging for mercy.
She just settled down on him, smothering his cries, bringing her thighs together to make sure he kept his face up. She just sat there as he struggled and cried beneath her.
“Lieb?”
I realised Maggie had been saying something. She’d turned to look at me.
“I…what?”
She laughed.
“I was wondering if you could…if you could make him scream, Lieb? Make him scream into my cunt? I’d love to feel that!”
I came out of my daze.
“Yes! OK! Sure, Lieb!” I grinned. Flexed my arms and hands. They felt fine.
I took a deep breath, savouring the moment. His spread-eagled legs, his vulnerable and bruised balls. Maggie.
I drew my arm back, then punched him hard in the balls again.
Kevin is never going to escape the torment from these oh so cruel girls is he?
Good! because if he did I would have nothing exciting to read :D
Still loving this story, i do feel a little sorry for poor Kevin...but not that sorry!
I think they're going to let him go soon. But who knows? I can never tell what they'll do next! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by justjon
Maybe they should invite his wife around to see what he loves, then she could have a go at ruining his poor, already battered testicles :DQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
He bucked and shuddered violently, but his screams were muffled under Maggie’s weight.
“Hmmm! Lovely! Carry on, Lieb!”
So I did. Kept on punching his tenderised balls. Maggie kept grinding away on his engulfed face.
“Oh yes, Lieb!” she panted. “Yes! Come on! Harder!”
I laughed, then began punching with more force, putting my weight into it.
“Oh, Lieb, yes…Yes…YESSS! Ohhhh! Oh yes! Oh…” Now she was just bouncing on his face, dropping her cunt down again and again as he tried to breathe and scream and beg all at the same time in the moments his mouth was free of her pulverizing weight. I carried on punching, matching my rhythm to hers, as she satisfied herself.
Eventually she slowed, then just settled down on him with a deeply blissful sigh.
“Phew!”
I punched his balls one last time. The hardest.
It hurt.
I rubbed my knuckles.
“So…was that good, then, Maggie?”
“Good? Yes, it was…quite nice, thank you!”
When we’d finished laughing, Maggie reluctantly climbed off her smothered victim
He was a bit of a mess. He’d had a nosebleed and it was smeared all over his face. He was still gagging after my last punch. Or the several before it. Whatever. Gasping desperately for air.
Maggie looked down at her thick thighs. There was blood on them.
For some reason, that really made me tingle. Her power. My power. His suffering. His balls didn’t look too good, either. They’d gone a sort of purpley-red and looked a bit swollen.
The three of us were certainly going to remember this little session! My knuckles still hurt.
Maggie looked at me. We grinned at each other.
“Do you think we should…should untie him now, Lieb?”
I gave a mock sigh.
“I suppose so!”
We had another fit of giggles, and began loosening his bonds.
Good for our poor sunbeam (I love this name) but bad for us. A great story ends :(
:ibow4u:Thank you skweezme:ibow4u:
Thank you! And everyone else for encouraging me! :) I enjoyed writing it knowing others were enjoying it as well. Espacially amazed and grateful for feedback from the Mistresses :iluvu:
A wonderful story, thank you for writing it, and my balls thank you for finishing it!
I don't know how much longer they could have lasted, being constantly emptied like that! :D
so when's the next story coming up? ;)
Next story :wooow ? Continuation or something different? We'd be interested in all replies :) .
I think a continuation of this story would be excellent, just maybe with a little more T&D as well as all the bruised and beaten balls you also can't beat a good helping of sexual frustration :DQuote:
Originally Posted by skweezme
plus, we have already gotten to know and love/feel sorry for these characters ;)
hmmm would have like to have read about more kicking and kneeing myself.
BBfun
“Hang on a minute, Lieb!” We hadn’t finished untying him.
“What?”
“I just want to…”
Maggie wrapped her fingers and thumb around his cock. Gently massaged it. Got it hard, straining.
Began wanking him off.
He groaned with pleasure, despite his crushed balls, his battered face.
“I’m just going to make him come, Lieb…is that OK?”
Nevermind...settled in for another round! :D
“I suppose so, Mags! If you really want to! But you don’t have to…you know?”
“I know, but…but we’ve been a bit…cruel…haven’t we, sunbeam?”
He was groaning and panting as she built up his orgasm.
Then she slowed down, grinning, keeping him teetering on the edge. Just held his dribbling cock.
“Hmmm? Were we a bit too nasty to you?”
“I…oh…please!” he gasped.
“Aha! It speaks!”
“…please…?”
She began rubbing his cock up and down again, the muscles in her arms flexing and bunching.
“Do you want me to make you come, Kevin?” her arm carrying on pumping, his cock glistening.
Then she stopped, holding the skin back tight on his throbbing cock. He thrashed around a bit.
“Hmmm? You want me to make you come?”
“I…oh…oh yes! Oh please…!”
She looked at me, still holding his skin taut.
“Lieb?”
I laughed.
“If you want to!”
keep writing pleeeeaaaase !
Yes! More, more! This story is absolutely amazing
“OK!”
Her hand began working on him again. She was gentle. But relentless. Soon she had him groaning and panting, his whole body shuddering with the orgasm she was building.
“You sure you want me to make him come, Lieb?” she grinned, slowing down carefully.
I let out a gasp, not realising I’d been holding my breath. And playing with myself.
“Oh come on Maggie!”
“What?” she slowed down a little more. Kevin was writhing, moaning, begging, pleading, sobbing.
“Just…just finish the poor sod off! Let him come, for good sake!” I laughed. “Just look at him!”
We looked at him. Blood and tears on his face. Hope and pain in his eyes as they implored Maggie to continue, to let his pent-up orgasm unfold in all its power in her hands.
But i can see poor sunbeam having to wait in agony a little longer for his orgasm...if he gets one at all! :D
Brilliant skweezme, keep going ;)
Just wondering if they know how much more sensitive balls get after cumming, or will they be intrigued by the new levels of pleasures they can bring themselves thru his pain?