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I like the way you are thinking.Originally Posted by Alec Anaconda
Have you thought about this in more detail ?
For instance:
Which woman (what is your relation to her), what are the possible circumstances where this takes place ?
And what will be the outcome / consequences of the event ?
Please continue, I like the way you are thinking
Pornography = boring.
That's hot!!
It’s been a long time since I needed to use such devious techniques.
My woman knows I need plenty of ball-work and enjoys my responses.
When I was a free agent I luxuriated in a prolonged promiscuous phase after many years of fidelity.
I found that asking a new fuck-buddy to do the things enjoyed in this forum usually resulted in unpleasant surprise and often no second date.
But a suggestion of play-wrestling, especially after an evenings mutual drinking, was either accepted or politely declined. This never produced a negative reaction!
I’ll try to find time to give more details later.
Here's a video uploaded by someone from another forum.
A variation on "The price is right" style of game, with the winner choosing a card. Card suit specifies the type of hit, card value specifies the number of hits taken by the guy.
preview video 1
preview video 2
preview video 3
Credit to the original uploader, and hopefully this isn't a repost!
a lot of the older uploads seemed dead to me...
anyways, I haven't really shared my fantasy with anyone, but my favorite solo game is something that vittoria has made up, called music beat balls. Where you tap your sac to the beat of a song.
thanks for the post moosh. i love videos where a guy's suffering is made into a game.
that game was intense!
It’s been a long time since I needed to use such devious techniques.
…
I’ll try to find time to give more details later.
One woman who was reluctant to give more than soft attention to my balls was a nurse named Janice.
She was tall, slim and strong.
We had a special and very intimate relationship.
I taught her that the female organism should be the rule, not the exception, and gave Janice her first multiple orgasm.
Although she was prim and prudish in many ways, we explored many sexual variations together.
She would happily exchange golden showers, play bondage games and nipple fights, but Janice was terrified of inadvertently inflicting a testicular torsion.
After a full day of intermittent shagging and an evening’s drinking, she wanted a naked nipple fight.
Just before I had to submit, I pushed her onto the bed, intending a sixty-nine.
She wriggled her groin away from my face and attacked my nipples once more.
In retaliation, I started to tickle her belly, wrapping an arm around one thigh to stop her escaping.
Her giggles turned to uncontrollable laughter, punctuated by her pleas for me to stop.
Janice’s hands fell from my nipples and I pinned her head to the bed with a leg.
Still I kept on tickling her lower abdomen, insanely and mercilessly.
Janice farted, not once, or twice, but three times.
I had never before heard her pass wind!
She yelled,
“Shit! You bastard! Now will you stop?”
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More later.
Did I stop? Did I fuck!
Perhaps ten minutes later, Janice was still laughing hysterically when she began to choke.
I paused while she caught her breath, for it would have been unfair to deprive her of the chance to use our safe word.
She whined,
“This is not fair, Alec. I’ve not got any means of escape.”
“Yes you have! Think about it.”
Janice giggled each time I softly touched her belly with my fingers.
I remarked,
“Hurry up, I’m about to start tickling again.”
She tossed and turned, but I had the mechanical leverage and held her flat to the bed.
I knew my balls were with her reach; I was stubbornly determined that my gonads would receive substantial punishment, before I went to sleep.
I tickled Janice again, but only until I had counted to thirty in my head.
She bargained,
“Let me go, so I can give you my special oral. I’ll even let you ejaculate in my mouth.”
‘Always so bloody medical,’ I thought, but yelled,
“Use your damn fists, woman!”
I tickled her for just thirty seconds.
As I stopped, she started punching my arse with her clenched fists, blow upon blow.
Janice was in a rage.
She cried,
“Now let me go, you bastard!”
Janice knuckle punched my arse-hole about two dozen times.
It hurt like hell, but my mind was set.
Janice interrupted her anal attack and voiced her concerns about giving me piles; I laughed and started to tickle her yet again, while she thrashed around as if demented, unable to retaliate.
When I paused again, Janice rained punches upon my lower belly.
‘Nearly there,’ I contemplated.
I refrained from tickling Janice, holding her tightly, enjoying the blows and wishing she would venture lower.
I felt the muscles in her belly contract, heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Alec! You gorgeous, devious bastard!” Janice yelled as she began to come.
Her fists continued to wallop into my lower belly, and to bounce carelessly around my rampant cock, as she rose to her climax.
As Janice relaxed, she begged,
“Please let me go now.”
Again, I started to tickle her belly, and continued for about five minutes.
I thought,
‘She must realise what I want! Janice is being more stubborn than me.’
When I stopped, she grabbed hold of my foreskin.
Using both hands, she stretched it away from my body.
Had I been dry, she would have ****** me to submit; unfortunately, for her, my lubrication was sufficient to make the sensation only arousing.
Finally, Janice grabbed my sack with both hands and crushed my balls with her full strength.
I suppressed the urge to yell out with surprise and shock, and then resumed tickling.
Janice held on tightly to my scrotum, pulling wildly as laughter contorted her body.
My pain and pleasure mixed with my pride at achieving my objective.
Gradually I stopped tickling as I entered that higher place where all the pain became pure sexual pleasure.
Without the distraction of my hands irritating her skin, Janice became more determined and aggressive, pulling, squashing and now twisting viciously.
She whispered,
“Do you submit?”
“You win, I give in.”
“Just for once, use our safe word,” Janice demanded.
“No! That only for emergencies!”
“Don’t ask me to drive you to hospital. Last change to say it!”
“Never!”
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More later.
PS. This experience is not in any of my books, at least not yet.
Releasing one hand from my tenderised testicles, Janice manoeuvred me onto my back.
She lay on top of me, slid her upper thighs around my neck and pinned down my arms, with her vulva inches from my nose.
I stuck out my tongue, as an automatic reaction to her erotic aroma, but she held its intended target just out of my reach.
Her testicular hold became softer as Janice whispered,
“This is your last chance to say our safe word, Alec, so we can enjoy a slow mutual oral. Otherwise, I’m going to do something that we will both regret. It has to be my turn to win!”
I had already achieved my objective; already enjoyed more than sufficient pain.
However, in my intoxication of alcohol, pleasure and pain, I said,
“Mutual oral sounds so clinical. Why can’t you call it sixty-nine?”
Janice slowly pushed her cunt lips against my lips, and then continued bearing down upon me.
Before my tongue could start licking, she had entrapped my face and clamped her strong thighs together.
I could hardly breathe, never mind move my lips or tongue.
I felt her hand grasp my sack more strongly, holding underneath and pulling my balls away from my body.
As her first punch powered into my left testicle, still firmly grasped by her other hand, the pain shot up my abdomen, ******* out what little air I had left in my lungs.
Janice’s arse jumped, leaving my face just long enough for me to breathe in once, before she trapped my face with the tops of her thighs.
I felt her slowly, deliberately, shutting her legs together, ******* my cheeks into my gums and my lips into a pout.
“Alec, you know it’s dangerous to blow into a vagina. Tell me the safe word!”
I attempted to say “Sorry” before an explanation that my action was involuntary, but I could not move my mouth.
‘Does she know that I cannot talk?’ I wondered.
As Janice waited silently for me to speak, I began to panic.
‘Will she damage me, thinking that I’m intransigent?’
I tried signalling with my feet, then wriggling my torso.
Her second blow caught my right ball full on, ******* a weird noise from my contorted mouth.
Before I had time to appreciate the pain, Janice started raining punches into my stretched scrotum.
My balls had no place to move, nowhere to bounce, no option but to absorb the full force of each blow.
Each time I thought that my pain could not get worse, but it did.
I stopped silently counting her punches at twenty, for I was simultaneously in hell and heaven.
I had finally achieved my long-term ambition of being completely within a woman’s power, but I was terrified of serious injury.
Janice continued punching.
I attempted to feign unconsciousness, but I could not control my bucking and squirming with each blow.
My pain continued to increase; my head began to swim and I became unbearably hot and sweaty.
Without warning, Janice jumped off and walked away.
I wanted to curl into a foetal ball, but I could not find the strength.
I heard her peeing, then her footsteps returning.
Janice asked,
“Have you had enough?”
I opened my eyes, looked up at her aroused body and deep brown eyes, then gasped,
“Yes. A little too much.”
“Say the safe word.”
I was not exactly back in reality; perhaps I should have been more circumspect.
Certainly, I should not have used the safe work from a previous relationship,
“Chrysanthemum.”
“You stubborn bastard!” yelled Janice, dragging my trunk from the bed by my ears.
She sat between my legs, spreading them as if a wishbone and pressing her heal into my balls.
Again, I was helpless, with my head and shoulders on the floor and my bum on the edge of the mattress.
I yelled as each of her dozen heal-kicks powered into my ovoids.
Janice stopped kicking and firmly massaged my balls with her foot.
In a matter of fact voice, she stated,
“You will use that word,” then she attempted to damage her foot on my balls again.
At her next pause, I tried,
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”
“Oh, no, not her! Your old friend Sue asked me how frequently I used that word. Now I understand! Let’s see if two feet will clear your brain.”
I shook as I felt her pulling back on my legs, then almost jumped free when both her heals powered into my tenderised testicles.
My cry of,
“Antidisestablishmentarianism” only seemed to enrage her further.
Each double blow shuddered through my body, ******* my balls into places balls have no right to go.
This attack seemed to go on forever.
When Janice finally stopped, she was panting as though see had finished a marathon, and my body was quivering with fatigue.
I mumbled,
“I can’t remember the word, Janice. I’m in trouble and I’m not playing a game, honestly. Please tell me the safe word.”
“Very clever, Alec,” she replied, “You will claim that I gave in first.”
“No, I won’t. You could spell it for me.”
She did, and I said it.
Janice helped me to lie flat on the bed, then pronounced the words that I did not want to hear,
“We’re not going to waste that rock hard erection. You lay back and relax, I’ll do the work.”
I won’t suggest that Janice deliberately thumped into my balls on each of her down strokes, but it sure seemed that way.
It was my most painful ejaculation of all time.
* * *
I awoke to sunlight, fresh coffee and a packet of frozen peas, wrapped in a cloth, surrounding my scrotum.
“You ****** me to dominate you last night,” insinuated Janice.
“I feel fine, thanks for asking.”
“I’ve change my mind about the nudist beach, so get up, put these on and we’ll go.”
Janice placed a vest and a tiny, thin pair of Lycra shorts on the bed.
I asked,
“Where are my other shorts, or my jeans?”
“I washed them, you grubby boy.”
These shorts were designed for lounging, not walking three miles to that beach along a well-frequented cliff-top path.
I decided that I would use my beach-bag as a shield when the friction on my swollen balls produced the inevitable hard-on.
Janice yelled out,
“Hurry up Alec, it’s a beautiful day. I’ve packed everything in the rucksack.”
As we set off, she stood far too close, in her tiny white bikini, and whispered in my ear,
“Tonight, I want you to spank my vulva as hard as you can. I want to see if I’m brave enough to ‘forget’ the safe word.”
With than, she violently struck my balls with the palm of her hand, then strode ahead.
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Gentlemen, you asked for details; I have given you details, in abundance.
No man can exist in a vacuum, so please can I have just a little feedback, good, bad or indifferent?
Did you find my account erotic or boring?
Do you think that I should I stick to the day job?
Alec Anaconda
One of the better stories I have seen. It seems reasonable and possible. Something I might really like to happen. (Unfortunately my wife has a bum knee so wrestling is out).
Pulleddown:
One of the better stories I have seen. It seems reasonable and possible. Something I might really like to happen.
Thank you for your kind words.
My story appears plausible for a reason; I was there!
Okay, it was a few years ago and I was just a little the worse for drink, but I don’t easily forget such highlights.
I did consider continuing this narrative here, describing the pains and humiliations of the remainder of that day, but I have decided not.
Instead, I shall attempt to create a novel, where I can include the pathos of that relationship along with the action.
Alec Anaconda
What is a good game for 1 guy and 2 girls. if i can find a fun game then they will both play
1. Competitive Nut Ball.
The women take turns to throw, bowl or roll a ball at your naked and unprotected balls.
Use anything from Ping-Pong to cricket, according to taste.
When you have to call a time out, the last to attack you scores a point.
Game ends only when one woman has a ten-point lead.
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