Stories by skweezme

[skweezme]

My wife’s friend, Sandra, had asked me if I could help her with some DIY. We’d been friends for years, and I’d always fancied her and had masochistic fantasies about her. She’s average height, sturdily built with broad shoulders and large breasts. She’s a strong girl, brought up on a farm. She’s quite pretty and has an infectious grin. Some people find her readiness to talk about sex a bit off-putting, especially other people’s kinks and ways. I’d often fantasised about what it’d be like to have my balls in her strong hands. I was about to find out in a most unexpected way.

We’d just finished the DIY and were having coffee. We were chatting about this and that and I was conscious, as always, of her voluptuous frame and probably had an undercurrent of masochistic thoughts running on in the background. Then she said

“Did you see that programme about sadomasochistic sex the other night?”

I tried to be nonchalant. I hadn’t, but I’d wanted to. But I’d have been embarrassed to suggest it for the evening’s viewing at our house.

“No. Any good?”

“They’re weird. I don’t understand it. All that…leather and fetish stuff”

“Yeah!” I agreed

“I don’t understand how people could get off on pain. I suppose I could understand someone enjoying hurting someone else if it was…you know…a mutual thing, if the person wants pain. But I don’t understand how anyone can actually enjoy being whipped”.

“No” I agreed. Did she just say something about enjoying hurting someone?

“Ages ago Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed. Doesn’t that hurt? Or is it pleasurable?” My wife Julie and Sandra had been friends for years. Julie used to indulge my kink a bit earlier in our marriage. She still gave my balls a good squeeze in foreplay, but wasn’t trying to hurt me. I wished she would. But now here was Sandra asking about it. Where might this end up? I began to get excited but embarrassed.

“Well, sort of both. I’m sure it would hurt if Julie tried to hurt me, but she doesn’t want to”.

“But do you want her to hurt you?”

“Well…I sort of fantasize about having my balls…tortured, but only by a woman. I don’t know what it’s about really!”

She looked thoughtful.

“What about being whipped?”

“No, never been interested. Except that a girl who liked to whip men might like to torture their balls”

“And does all the fetish stuff turn you on?”

“Well…” I tried to be honest and reasonable “…only a bit. I mean, high heels make legs look sexy and can make them look muscleier. And they could be used to hurt someone. But I’m not really into fetish stuff”

“But you’d enjoy having your balls tortured?”

“Enjoy’s the wrong word. I mean, it’s a turn-on but it’s still pain!”

“Do you mean turned on sexually?”

“Well…yes, I suppose!”

“Do you get an erection if you think about it?” This was one of those typical Sandra questions that people found difficult.

“…errm…yeah!”

“When Julie told me you liked having your balls squeezed I used to fantasise about squeezing them and I was a bit turned-on myself!”

My heart was hammering and I was beginning to get aroused.

“How much do you like them being squeezed?” she asked, genuinely interested.

“Well…so that it really hurts”

“Does Julie do it like that?”

“Not as hard as I’d like. She doesn’t want to hurt me, really”

Unconsciously, she pulled her shoulders back and her big breasts jutted forward.

“I don’t want this to sound pervy, but would you like me to I squeeze them?”

“Wow, Sandra! Do you want to” I stuttered. This was a dream coming true? Could I really be open with her here?

“Yes! But in my fantasies I squeeze and slap your balls until it’s getting uncomfortable for you and you ask me to stop. But it turns me on more if I fantasise that I carry on and make you cry and beg me to stop”

“Yes! That’s my fantasy too!”

“What? You’d enjoy it if I made you beg and cry?”

“Well, no. I wouldn’t actually enjoy it at the time I don’t think. But I’d enjoy remembering about it. If that makes sense?”

“So you wouldn’t enjoy it? But you wouldn’t mind if I did what I wanted to you even if you weren’t enjoying it?”

“Exactly! That’s it! But you could also give me something to enjoy as well as the pain” I was scared of being so honest with her.

“What do you mean?” she asked but I was pretty sure she knew what I meant, because she grinned.

“Well…I fantasise that you’d…you know…masturbate me but don’t let me come, in between working on my balls”

There was a gleam in her eyes. Her next words frightened me.

“Shall we do it?”

They frightened me for two reasons. The first was that she might be less sadistic than in my fantasies. Would I be disappointed and embarrassed? The second was that she might actually enjoy being sadistic with a begging but willing victim…

[skweezme]

Part two coming soon!

[FreeBallz]

Part two coming soon!

no doubt ! You really are a sadistic man
You're so cruel with us !!!

[skweezme]

I had good reason to be frightened, as it turns out...

[gary198]

How are you going to make us wait? Looking for new ideas, naybe she has some,

[skweezme]

“OK then!” I found myself saying.

Sandra moved next to me and placed her hand on my groin, rubbed gently with her knuckles. Then she pulled open my fly and roughly ****** her hand into my jeans. I squirmed a little. She closed her hand around my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you ready?” she grinned.

“Yes” I gulped.

She immediately squeezed my balls hard and held them tight in an agonising vice. I doubled over and grabbed her punishing arm but she kept hold and I began to cry out for her to stop. She released the pressure but kept my balls firmly in her hand.

“Let go of my arm,” she said. I did, embarrassed by my vulnerability. But it went against my natural instincts for self-protection. I fought to move my hands away. I fought to relax.

“Good! Now keep your hands to yourself…” She slowly and relentlessly began squeezing. My penis was swollen in the confined space of my trousers, and Sandra was well aware of it and pressed against it. She suddenly bore down on my balls with a tremendous grip and I was crying out again, doubled over and clawing at her arm. She crushed my balls for a few moments more, despite my pleas and my desperate attempts to prise her hand off them. Then suddenly she released her grip and pulled her hand out of my trousers. She was panting a little and looking at me hungrily. Then suddenly her expression changed, a concerned mask went up.

“I’m sorry…are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you OK?” and she put an arm around me. I couldn’t find a mask to put on.

“No, I’m…phew!” I tried to cope with the throbbing ache of my balls. “No I’m OK thanks”

We were silent for a few moments. I was in pain, but was astounded that this had actually happened! A dream come painfully true! Sandra broke the spell in an apologetic and little-girly voice

“Oh…I’m sorry! I forgot to do the…you know…wank you!”

My heart almost stopped. I was in pain, but I was also painfully aroused.

“I bet you’d love me to wank you off now, wouldn’t you?” she grinned. “But what if I didn’t let you come…I mean, that’s what you fantasise about isn’t it?”

Would Sandra really do this? Might she go along with it but really wank me to orgasm unintentionally or out of sympathy? My body was throbbing for an orgasm and she knew it.

“Yeah! Do you mean...? Would you..you know...wank me for a bit" I tried innocently.

She seemed to calculate for a moment.

“OK” she smiled. “But I’ll have to tie you up”

[Magnum]

Wow! I was on the egde of my seat and heart pounding hard. Good story, I hope its true.

[skweezme]

Hi Magnum

Of course it's true! It's just that I'm wondering how to tell it. Never tried writing before. Trying to make the story come to life. She turned out to be a bit of a sadist and really hurt me. Mixed feelings about this!

[pecs]

good story.... thanx.... keep it comming!

[pecs]

had a few women squeeze my balls in fore play but never to a point where I couldn't take any more.... like to find out how it feels one day.

[skweezme]

She put her hand on my leg and slid it up to my crotch and my open fly. I flinched, but she just looked at the bulge in my jeans and rubbed her open hand against it.

“What do you think?” she asked, still looking at my crotch and rubbing. “Shall I tie you up for a bit?”

I gulped.

“If you want to,” I stammered.

“OK. You’d better take your clothes off then” she moved her hand back down my thigh and gave my leg a gentle squeeze.

“…err…take my clothes off?”

“Yeah!” she grinned. “I might take some of mine off later. You’re always having sneaky glances at my tits. I’ll get them out for you if you strip off and let me tie you up”

So many thoughts flashed through my mind then – the thought of seeing more of her powerful but plumpish body, her big tits, the thought of her strong hand pumping me to orgasm, that same strong hand crushing my testicles again when I’d be defenceless.

Well, what would you do?

So I was lying naked on the carpet, ankles tied to the legs of a big old dining table, stretching my legs apart. Sandra finished tying my wrists behind my back and made me lie down. She knelt beside me and took hold of my erect cock. I made an involuntary groan of pleasure a she slowly began to move her hand up and down. She looked into my face with an expression of amused curiosity and kept up a slow but steady pace. I kept glancing from her hand working at me so methodically and to her big breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. My balls had forgotten the punishment they’d recently received. I started to lose myself as waves of orgasm begun building up. I began panting and groaning a she carried on the same steady rhythm, grinning widely now. She could see what was happening but she just carried on. She watched my face as I started to reach orgasm then suddenly took her hot hand off my throbbing and dribbling cock.

“There! Was that nice?” she asked

I was breathless and writhing with frustration against my bonds. The orgasmic feeling was ebbing away but I was panting and my heart was racing with frustration.

“Oh Sandra…oh god! Could you…you know…please just let me…come?” I blurted out.

“No. Not yet. Maybe in a bit. I’m enjoying myself too much! Do you want to see my tits now?”

Of course I was desperate to see her tits, but would this just add another level to my frustration or would it mean it’d be a step closer to her actually making me come?

She didn’t wait for my reply but began unbuttoning her shirt. Then she drew her shirt aside and gave me a view of her magnificent full breasts straining against her bra. My cock stiffened even more painfully, which she noticed. She lightly traced a finger around the dribbling glans and I doubled up in frustration. She laughed as I groaned.

“Don’t you want me to touch it, then?”

“Oh god, of course I do! But you’re just teasing me!” I complained

She wrapped her hot hand around my cock again and began to slowly masturbate me.

“Sorry. That must be really frustrating! Shall I let you come this time?”

I managed a small “Yes please!” as she carried on gently pumping. I relaxed and began to ride the rising orgasmic rush. Her hand kept on pumping. I stared at her softly bouncing breasts as an incredible orgasm began to peak.

She suddenly stopped and laughed as I again doubled up and groaned with frustration.

“Not just yet! I think that’s enough pleasure for now. I really want to hurt your balls a bit more”. Without another word she stood up and pulled off her shirt. Then she unfastened her bra and looked down at me with a grin over her full breasts. My hard cock twitched painfully. Then she stepped out of her jeans and panties and stood over me. She began fingering herself as she stared at my naked and bound body, still painfully aroused.

“Oh you poor thing! I’m really going to hurt your balls now!”

“Oh Sandra! You don’t have to do this…” I began pleading

“I know. But I want to…” she fingered herself a bit more vigorously “…and I’m going to!” she smiled down at me.

[Tommy]

wow, where does she live and does she need any more DIY doing ??

[skweezme]

Her magnificent breasts jiggled over me as she fingered herself a little more, smiling in pleasure and anticipation.

Then she straddled one of my legs and dropped suddenly to her knees, dropping one heavily into my balls. I screamed out at the impact and the welling pain, and doubled up against her. But she pushed me down again so that I was pinned painfully to the floor with her hands on my shoulders, her breasts hanging over me. One plump but solid knee was still wedged against my balls, amplifying the nauseating waves of pain just about beginning to subside. Then mercifully she lifted her knee away, only to slam it powerfully back down. I began to scream then retched in pain, but her solid weight held me down remorselessly. Whatever happened next was a blur. I might have blacked out.

[jabby]

Whoa, I like this forum! Great story, love the suspense...

Oh, and a big hi to everyone on the forums! Great to finally find somewhere like this, its getting impossible to find like-minded people on the net...

[skweezme]

Gradually I began to come to, and Sandra had climbed off me and was now gently stroking my cheek. My balls were aching nauseously and there were tears running down my face. I’d never been in such pain. It was excruciating.

I found it hard to hear what Sandra was saying, but managed to focus…

“I said are you OK now? I’m sorry I had to do that…well, I’m not sorry really! I had a really nice orgasm when I kneed you. But that was a lesson for you – you’d better behave or else I’ll knee you in the balls again!”

“Oh god! Please don’t” I managed to squeak.

This seemed to amuse her, then she was quiet for a few moments. I twisted around as much as I could to ease the pain.

“OK, I’ve thought of a good little game we can play. You really don’t want a knee in the balls again do you? So I promise I won’t knee you in the balls…if you can take five minutes of teasing and squeezing without submitting or coming. What do you think?”

I gulped.

“I…err…don’t really want to…” I began but she interrupted and leaned close to me.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to… you said I could do anything I liked, even if you didn’t enjoy it. So tough luck! But I’m not a complete sadist. Well I am, but not all the time. If you can’t take five minutes without giving-in or ejaculating, I’m going to knee you in the balls. Harder than I did it before! But if you’re brave and can take the pain and if you can control yourself, I’ll suck you off. I’ve been told my blowjobs are pretty amazing. That sounds fair to me”

I was bound with legs apart, wrists tied behind my back. There was nothing I could do when she lay across my legs and began sucking my cock to get it back to an erection.

“That’s better! Now we’re back in business!”

Her mouth had felt totally amazing. But she lost no time in getting her hands on my balls. She roughly grabbed them and began squeezing. And she just wasn’t stopping.

“Aaargh! No!”

“Don’t submit! You know what the punishment will be!”

I gritted my teeth as she applied more pressure. I just couldn’t take another of those knees in the balls from her strong and heavy leg. But I couldn’t take much more of this vicious squeezing.

I was so relieved when she let go of my balls and started using both hands on my cock. But soon she’d easily got me on the verge of coming several times, even though I was trying desperately to resist. She could have easily pushed me over.

But she went back to my balls again.

I knew she was strong, but couldn’t believe how strong. I was in absolute agony, but had to endure it. Just had to.

She kept on going between hurting my balls and playing with my cock. I was on the verge of submitting or coming so many times but she’d just switch between them. It was agonising, but the alternative was worse.

“You’re being very brave, I’m impressed,” she said as she squeezed really hard. I doubled over gagging and begged her to stop.

“Don’t submit yet! I want to suck you off!”

Then her hands went back to my throbbing and too-sensitive penis.

“One minute left, and then I’ll suck your cock. OK?”

“OK” I gulped.

“But you’ve got to control yourself. For just one minute. But I bet you won’t be able to.”

She grinned.

“You’re going to miss the blowjob of your life!”