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[skweezme]

He was naked. Tied spread-eagled to the bedposts.

My cunt was tingling in anticipation.

The camcorder was on a tripod. I focused it on his animated expression as he was trying to say something through the gag and recorded him for a while. Then I zoomed back, to frame his balls and where I was going to be at the end of the bed. Left it recording.

I picked up the heavy metal ball-crusher, moved to the end of the bed and sat down by his outstretched leg.

I explained what I was going to do next. His reaction was priceless. All caught on video.

[skweezme]

I demonstrated how the two halves of the cylinder would fasten round his balls, and how the clamping device fits into the end. And how I’d be turning the handle, screwing the metal plate down on his balls.

I’d bought this off the Internet, but hadn’t used it yet. I was looking forward to seeing how much pain I could make him suffer. It felt like a serious bit of equipment.

I began assembling the heavy cylinder around his balls, taking care to avoid trapping delicate skin.

Then I remembered the video, and repositioned myself so the camcorder could get a better view of my tits. I’m proud of my body and wanted to make the most of it.

Posing, I then attached the clamping device part at the top of the cylinder.

I smiled wickedly to camera.

[skweezme]

This was great! Just the third guy I’d tried!

They’d paid me for tease-and-release session after I put my website up. The first two had chickened out, even after some serious and wicked teasing, when I’d insisted on bondage before letting them come.

The first two weren’t into that. I gave them their money back and sent them off with hard-ons and unfulfilled orgasms. They were probably nice guys.

This one probably was, too.

Still, that didn’t really matter now, did it?

I really needed to have the bloke tied up. So I could see what it would be like to torture him, to crush his balls.

And here he was.

He looked frightened, I suppose. Frightened that I’d tricked him into this. He must have really wanted me to let him come, to agree to bondage. He didn’t look comfortable. I did feel sorry for him. Sort of. Whoever he was.

But still! It was all working out! I was grinning at his terrified expression. Couldn’t help it.

The poor sod!

What had he done to deserve this? I didn’t care what it was. It didn’t matter. Maybe nothing. Just unlucky to have encountered me?

Poor, poor sod!

I smiled down at him as I spun the well-oiled lever, sending the crusher-plate down into the cylinder, towards his balls that were trapped at the bottom.

I felt contact.

So did he. I imagined he felt the cold steel plate just touching the skin of his stretched scrotum, locked in the bottom of the heavy torture device. No way out.

[skweezme]

My cunt was throbbing at that point.

I just sat grinning at him, playing with my nipples for the camera as he struggled in his bonds, trying to protest through the gag, shaking his head from side to side desperately.

I began massaging my firm heavy breasts and was thrilled to see that, despite his predicament, his cock grew hard again. I touched it. Squeezed it gently. He moaned and relaxed a bit. I began to stroke it, feeling the hard veins. Teasing him. Telling him I was just joking about his balls, wasn’t really going to hurt them. Just wanted to see what it’d be like to scare him. Apologised for being a psycho bitch.

I could tell he didn’t know whether or not to believe me. But there was a look of desperate hope in his pleading eyes.

I apologised again and told him I was going to take the toy off his balls and then give him a proper orgasm, the orgasm of his life.

I took up the heavy cylinder in one hand and took hold of the crusher handle in the other. Unscrewed it a couple of turns until I could sense it was completely free of his balls. Then I let the cylinder down gently and went back to his cock.

I slowly ****** him closer and closer to coming. I loved this. Loved my own erotic power, my cruelty. He couldn’t help himself.

He was beginning to get out of control so I quickly took took my hand away, letting his cock bob and drip in frustration.

My cunt was wet and glowing. I touched my clitoris. The touch sent delicious ripples through my body. He was panting through his gag. I was panting too. But I was in total control. He was just there for my pleasure. I was just using his own pleasure to hurt him, because I was enjoying it.

[Tballs]

Another great start. Clockwise is best.

[skweezme]

I took his cock in hand and began moving it slowly, rubbing, feeling the soft skin and the ropey veins sliding over the throbbing shaft until he was almost coming once more. Almost, but not quite.

I waited until he’d calmed down a bit, stopped thrashing about so much.

Then I teased him a bit more.

A few more times.

He was in a right state. Trembling. Crying. Cock dribbling away. Rock hard, and nowhere to go. It was really funny!

I teased him some more for while, each time telling him I was really going to let him come, trying to be really convincing. Each time I didn’t.

My power over him was thrilling. Total.

I could let him come before I crushed his balls. I wondered what the pain would be like on top of post-orgasmic relief? It would be fantastic!

Or I could crush his balls while he was still uptight and frustrated. That might be pretty amazing, too!

[crushee]

As usual, we are desperately waiting for your new posts...

[gary198]

Or I could crush his balls while he was still uptight and frustrated. That might be pretty amazing, too!

Your stories are pretty amazing.

[skweezme]

Thanx! I'm flattered! But...which cruel decision are you hoping she makes?

[skweezme]

Originally, I’d just intended to crush his balls once he was tied up. Hadn’t really intended to play this teasing game. It just happened. I surprise myself sometimes!

But now what to do? Which would hurt him most?

That was the question.

[skweezme]

Originally, I’d just intended to crush his balls once he was tied up. Hadn’t really intended to play this teasing game. It just happened. I surprise myself sometimes!

But now what to do? Which would hurt him most?

That was the question.

[skweezme]

He was sobbing in frustration, desperate to come. His cock was still hard and tight, precum pooling on his stomach. He was so desperate. I'd turned him on so much I was getting quite warm and wet.

I made my decision…

[Paddy]

CRUSH 'EM


Nice writing dude

[skweezme]

He didn’t even know I’d just made a decision.

I stood up from the end of the bed and stretched my legs and shoulders, displaying my body to him. His cock was so hard. I smiled down at him.

I told him I was going to wank him off properly now, just like he’d paid for. The naughty teasing was over. Don’t know if he believed me. Told him I was so turned on by making men come. Told him he had a really nice cock and that I loved the feel of it.

Then I turned towards the camera and posed a bit more, showing off my sexy and strong body.

He was panting hard again.

I walked over to the camera and adjusted it, zooming in a bit closer to his genitals – balls still caught in the heavy cylinder, cock still throbbing, glistening. I wanted to capture what was coming in a bit more detail.

After fiddling with the camera I stood up and smiled at him, then sauntered back to the bed and sat back down by his tied legs, my eyes on his cock.

I took hold of it again and he gasped in lust. Under my control.

I began wanking him again, paying more attention to the end of his knob. Gently. Letting it build and surge. He began moaning, sobs of delight, panting harder, uncontrolled.

[skweezme]

Then I stopped. Let go.

It was so funny! When he realised I wasn’t going to let him come. The look on his face. The sounds he made. So pathetic. But amusing!

I lifted the heavy cylinder on one hand, and began to turn the handle clockwise until I felt contact. Then I tightened it up a little. Then a bit more.

He was trying to scream through the gag. It must have been hurting a bit.

I wanted it to hurt a lot.

I tightened the handle a bit more.

And again.

I let the cylinder down gently. Then turning my cunt to the camera, I touched my clitoris and squealed as waves of pleasure erupted. Took me by surprise!

Then I had an idea for the most amazing orgasm. For me, of course.