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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 his 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 both 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; her enormous biceps and shoulder muscles bulged fantastically under her tanned skin. 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. Very 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, and then stopped, leaving my penis dribbling in un-fulfilment.
Jill took the dice.
“Four! 4. Be rough with penis for 30 seconds. I think I’d better wait till 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, but was still fully hard.
“OK Eve! Your turn again!”
Eve rolled the dice.
to be continued...