Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Hairdresser

By MsBoots69

I started working for CC last July at her hair salon which is attached to her house in a small town in Ohio. CC is the kindest and caring friend I have ever known. She is the perfect mother of her four year old little girl and works hard for her family. The problem she has is her husband, a lazy, rude obnoxious ass named Jake. He is off work due to a work injury and all he does now is sit around and drink all day and drive CC crazy.

Well after he was off work about four months, he really turned into a jerk. He was always yelling at CC, always embarrassing her in front of her customers by coming into the shop and yelling at her for stupid reasons. Well finally he crossed the line and started to hit her. He was 6' 2", 210 lbs and she was 5’1" and 90 lbs so this is a really fair match, right?

I tried to mind my own business but one day she came into the shop after lunch crying her eyes out and holding her stomach. The bastard was lying on the couch and she tried to cuddle up with him for some unknown reason and he punched her in the crotch three times. I thought she was going to die the way she was acting in so much pain. Well enough was enough!!!

The best part was CC had enough too and wanted him to feel her pain in any way possible so she happily agreed to my plan. We waited until Friday and started our plan of revenge!!!! I showed up to work with only one thing in mind, to be the biggest prick teaser I could ever be and Jake was the receptionist!!!! I wore a short blue mini-skirt with a matching blue tank top vest that buttoned up the front with a white waist length sweater when the customers were around, but when Jake was around I teased him with all I had.

During lunch CC took her daughter over to her mom’s and I started to really tease Jake. I almost felt sorry for the jerk but NOT!!!!! We finished our schedule and after we locked up I put on a pair of silver ankle boots with a short three inch heel but with a very hard and pointy toe!!

Jake must of been really horny because he was even hanging around in the shop so CC talked him into a shampoo and a haircut which made my job even easier!!!

CC positioned Jake into the shampoo chair at the low sink and started to wash his hair. She deliberately let some shampoo into his eyes and when he complained she wiped his eyes with a towel and when the towel was around his neck she sat on the floor and about strangled him while she pulled him tighter into the chair. And BINGO he was lifting his butt up while fighting the choking and I stepped into it and blasted him with all I had with the top of my boot toe right into his balls!!! He grunted loud but CC kept pulling tighter and even I couldn't tell you how many times I kept kicking his crotch, each time harder and harder after thinking about what this jerk did to this sweet little girl!!!

He finally stopped moving off of the shampoo chair and I thought CC HAD CHOKED HIM TO DEATH BUT HE WAS STILL BREATHING AND I WOUND UP AND LET HIM HAVE ONE MORE POINTY TOE PERFECTLY LANDED IN HIS NUTS AND HE JUST SLUMPED OUT OF THE CHAIR WHEN CC LET HIM LOOSE. I don't think he was totally unconscious but when I stomped on his balls with all my weight all he was muttering was, “I am sorry CC…”

I guess we will see??? I hope so for his sake because I still have my thigh high stilettos if he really wasn't!!!!

The Bouncer

by MsBoots69

I was broke and running out of gas and had no place to go as I pulled into this small Texas town and parked my car and looked for a place to get a cup of coffee. I took the last 20 bucks out of the ATM and found a little cafe and went in to rest awhile.

I was reading the local paper and when I got to the classifieds I saw an ad that called for a bouncer for a local night spot. The ad said a position was available for a man who could handle any situation and had brass balls for the occasionally unwanted situation which meant it was probably a dive and I would earn every penny, but I needed the money and the ad said it paid 200 bucks cash nightly!!!!!!!! I served six years in the army and knew I could take care of myself so off I went to clean up and go for this job.

I got to "The Hot Spot" and asked for the manager and after a lengthy talk, got the job. I started at 7 pm and was supposed to work until 3 am and then I would get paid.

The place was dead quiet??? The couples were just sitting around talking, slow dancing and the place was deader than a nursing home?? Around 1130 pm all the guys were slowly leaving and nothing but girls were arriving... and I mean knockouts, all dressed with bells on, each trying to out dress the other. By 1 am there were no men at all but about 200 of the hottest woman I have ever seen.

Then BB showed up!!!!!!!!!!! The owner of the club. After saying her hellos she finally walked up to me and introduced herself. She was a babe. She towered above me with those 6 inch heeled platform boots that went all the way up to just below her crotch and was wearing a leather bikini bottom with a matching leather vest and gloves!!! I am 6'2" and I was looking into her chin because of those boots!!

She handed me a drink and grabbed one herself and toasted to me, “Welcome to my club,” and we both downed the drinks and as she walked away her ass was driving my sexual drive to the limits, By the time I turned around to check on the dance floor... the room started spinning faster and faster... the girls were all becoming blurry... my eyes were slowly shutting closed... and my legs turned to Jell-O... damn, the drink... the bitch!!!!!!!!!

When I woke up I was feeling really queasy and was not sure where I was but I straightened out quickly when I realized I was tied up spread eagle to this machine that would turn me any which way possible!!!!

Then I saw BB!!! She was laying on a throne-like Cleopatra type couch with all these girls rubbing her boots and arms and shoulders as she was sipping on a drink and said, "Welcome back" and told one of the girls to welcome me back properly and the girl got up on her red pumps and brushed off her red spandex dress and slowly walked up to me and put her arms on my shoulders and kneed me as hard as she could right in my balls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All I could do was cough and choke back the pain because this damn machine would not let me move at all!!!!!!

All I heard was giggling from all of these girls and BB asked, “Who is next??”

Well the next girl was wearing cowboy boots with a big cowboy hat with skintight jeans and a skin tight white tank top walked up and kicked the toe of her boots into both balls at once, I thought I was going to pass out! But all I saw next was a white platform sandal with a seven inch heel and a three inch toe slamming into my nuts!!!!!!!! It would have hurt less with a 2x4, but I still was awake!!

The next girl turned the machine so I was upside down with my legs spread and balled up both fist and raised them over her head and down they came catching only my right ball but it felt on fire!!!!

Next two blondes walked up and they turned me right side up again and one stood in front of me wearing a loose pink dress with low pink heeled shoes but she had to be 6'4" tall and her girlfriend walked behind me and was much shorter but had on blue ankle boots with a rounded toe and was wearing a blue lacy skirt and dress combo. Well, the Amazon stepped back with her right leg and rammed her knee into my burning balls and before I felt the full effect the other blonde kicked me from behind in those blue boots and all I could do was glance down and see the top of her booted foot crash into both balls and the rounded toe catch my dick at the same time!!!!!!!

After three rounds of this they laughed their ass off and walked off watching me finally vomit but I was still awake!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They were applauded for their efforts but BB just sat there smiling and enjoying the show!!

The next girl turned me on my side with the machine and did three super-hard roundhouse kicks with the back of her black pump and spiked heels hitting me square on my dick and balls, she had on a short loose black skirt and when she kicked it flew back showing that was all she had on!! Normally that would make me explode in my pants but under the circumstances all I could do now was pray the indescribable pain I had in my crotch would let off!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally BB must have seen enough because she rose from the couch and slowly walked around me strapped to that machine and when she got back in front of me she stopped and put her hands on her hips and ripped off the fastest, hardest snap kick that felt the full force of her platformed pointy toed boot!!!!!

I really was fading out now but I was out of vomit and the pain now spread into my entire stomach and I was almost to the point of begging for someone to castrate me to stop this fire in my balls!!!!

BB nodded to a girl and she walked up and stuck a smelling salt under my nose and I jerked awake!!! She then lowered the machine so I was flat on the floor and walked up and just put her tall spiked heel against my balls and I screamed even louder!!!!!!!!!

She then started to twist and grind that spike into my crotch causing me to pass out only to be awakened by the salts again... then she stomped her boot into my balls over and over, not caring if her heel or bottom of her boots were crushing my balls just as long as something was....She then raised me up on the machine and put a envelope in my pocket and thanked me for being a really good bouncer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She then rammed her knee into my nutsack over and over until I finally passed out from the burning pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up in Arkansas in the backseat of my car with an envelope stuffed into the zipper of my jeans. Inside it was $200 cash and a picture of those thigh high boots with a red lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the photo and a note on the back to remember the Hot Spot!!!!!!!!!!!

AS I LIVED IT....

By mrballs

Last night I was driving off in my car looking for a good blowjob at a moderate price. There were a lot of hot looking girls I've never seen before. My eyes ran over beautiful legs, my thoughts were about what those legs are capable to do in a self defense scenario... if pointed straight hard into the balls. I was continuously repeating in my mind this cool English expression - "Crush the attacker’s balls! Crush! Crush!” In Italian it doesn't sound as good!

I saw a beautiful blonde girl, but dressed in a normal way, jeans and black leather jacket. I stopped my car and asked for the price, while my eyes were staring at her body...I noted that she had good legs and well shaped flanks, was about 170 cm tall and 60/62 kg of weight, so she wasn't very slim but had a hard body. I noted a vague resemblance with Kim Basinger and she had what I was looking for: a great mouth, beautiful lips. Anyway I turned my car and took another turn around.

After a minute or two I returned and asked, "Where?"

She replied, "In the car!"

MrBalls: "Come on!" She entered my car.

MrBalls: "What is your name?"

She: "Angela." I drove to a nearby deserted parking lot while I was thinking of the pleasure she was to give me!

MrBalls: "Where are you from?"

Angela: "Bulgaria." I stopped the car.

MrBalls: "How old are you?"

Angela: "What do you think about it?"

MrBalls: "Twenty!" (lie!)

Angela: "ahahhaha...I am 24! And you?"

MrBalls: "I am 29!"

Angela: "No, it is not possible you look younger...a teenager! Turn the light on!" She observed my face, with an incredulous expression on her face.

MrBalls: "Thank you!"

I paid her; touched her big (!) hard tits and then I put my pants down and exposed my small cock and my vulnerable balls to her, while she put the condom on it. She was clever and after a moment I was enjoying her mouth on my cock. Angela then said something about her ability to do a man, to make a cock hard and to finish it into her vagina.

Okay, my hands were on her hot legs and ass while my cock was only at its 70% of erection, when I decided to ask her the QUESTION.....my obsessive QUESTION...

MrBalls: "Go only with the hand...can I ask a question to you?"

Angela: "Ok...Do you want to touch my naked tits?" (She had her dress on)

MrBalls: "No, no...I want only to talk about it...have you ever kicked a man in the balls?"

Angela: "No." (Damn, I knew it!!)

MrBalls: "I mean have you ever kicked a man in the balls for self defense?"

Angela: "Yes! Some time ago!" She continued to massage my cock...

MrBalls: "What? Tell me about it! I like it!" (frozen)

Angela: "I am good until a certain point! This guy, there were two guys, was about to stole my bag...I wasn't working yet and I keep the money into the car, so I kicked him in the balls with my boots, now he is probably in HOSPITAL carried by his friend!"

My cock soon reached the maximum of is dilatation, still in her right hand! She showed me her right boot: Black, 9 cm heel, with a large heel and flat point. I couldn't resist this female any more. I was immediately about to cum. I felt the sperm was reaching my glans, just before the explosion.

MrBalls: "I am coming! Put it in your mouth!” She did it and I came with long wet pulsations in her sweet mouth!!!!

I soon felt empty with my soul overpowered by her femininity. How is it possible? How can it be that a weak woman can really "CRUSH" the testicles of a stupid male? How can those beautiful eyes aim at his crotch, without fear, simply "go for the nuts" and completely humiliate a much stronger male?

She had completely disabled him using her lovely feet, knowing that her "1/2 kg boot", she said to me, was more than sufficient to DESTROY a male. She knew it; she wanted it.

And, after an hour or two, she completely disabled my balls giving me the maximum of pleasure, with extremely sweetness!

The contrast is too strong for me. I've always the same reaction when a girl tells a similar story to me.

After a moment she was about to leave and I asked for some details and she insisted on the hospitalization. I'll surely return to her to know how was the attacker like, if he was bigger, etc.

She left my car and went to her post by feet. I put my pants on and passed along watching her great looking ass.

If it is all fictitious? Is it possible she invented this story for me? I don't think so because she had no time to construct the situation, she gave me the details with a calm speaking. I am sure this story is true! (I've collected a least a dozen similar stories from whores...) But when I'll return to her, searching for more details, I could verify it with well done questions.

I turned home, washed my groin, entered the bed and masturbated again! I felt asleep very late last night...

Castration Fun

By Monique_vB

Hi my friends!

In reaction to my former contributions to this forum, I've received several nice reactions. One of the reactions I received came from an Aussie medical doctor. He wrote a very nice fantasy for me, which really turned me on! In his fantasy, he described how I was torturing him so terribly in the eggs, that he BEGGED me to castrate him! Since he is the author of this fantasy, I don't want to publish it here at this forum without his permission. But I have written another fantasy in return for him, and that one I can of course publish here for you! In the fantasy below, I'm describing the castration procedure.

Have fun! And of course... watch your balls! *smile*

Monique.

Dear James,

Your fantasy was incredibly hot! I liked it a lot! I have read it over and over again, and I will be honest enough to you, to admit that I have had serious difficulties to keep away my fingers from my pussy, while reading. In fact… well… I guess you know what I mean??? These confessions aren’t much ladylike, and therefore, I’ll leave what happened to your fantasy, and I’m sure you will manage to come very close to reality! As a medical doctor you are supposed to be able to come up with a correct diagnoses almost always, and I do have complete confidence in your ability to do so, not only in medical matters, but in lots of other matters as well… *smile*

In your fantasy, you begged your tormenting girls to CASTRATE you!!! What a bizarre wish!!! Did we hurt you SO very much??? *smile* Be honest, James, wouldn’t this be a terrible mistake… to castrate our Aussie friend???? I mean… of course it would be quite an arousing experience to learn to perform this little medical operation conform the rules of the art. (Dutch expression translated directly in English: to do something conform the rules of the art means: to do it in the right way. Do you have a similar expression in English?) But… granting your request would make you unsuitable for further ball torture. That would be a most undesirable side effect of fulfilling your longing and it would be a terrible loss!

Well, I’m no doctor, but of course I do have some idea about how to perform a castration. The patient should be tied up properly first. Naked, with his legs spread out widely. His ballbag should be in perfect reach of my cruel fingers. I would require a little razor sharp knife. I suppose a Stanley knife would do?? I would also need some decontamination fluid, in order to disinfect the knife, before using it… I would need a piece of disinfecting soap and some fresh water, in order to be able to wash and clean my hands. I would of course not want to cause a post-operative infection to my patient… I’m a perfectionist, you know! I would try to do things as precise and as safe as possible! I would also need a needle and some ligature thread, to close the incision in the sack, after the removal of the eggs. I think I would also need something to make any bleeding stop??? Maybe a little and fine pointed electric soldering iron would do???

Let’s suppose YOU were the patient! *smile* Would you like that? I think you would? Although… now that the dramatic and very painful effects of my friends and my ballgames have disappeared, I would not at all be surprised if you would have second thoughts on this castration request of yours? I think you would not persist in your request anymore, now that your Aussie ovals have had the time to recover from all the mean and wicked things we made them go through?

Let’s assume that you still do persist in your remarkable request? Let’s assume that you still want me to take away your very manhood from you! Let’s assume that you consider this as your last very intense sexual and erotic experience in life while being a man: your Belgian friend Monique, robbing you from your Aussie eggs… castrating you as a veterinary surgeon would castrate a male pig… Sounds great to me!

I think I will grant your request to perform this little erotic operation for you! And to tell you the truth: I’m quite excited that I of all people will be the one, having the privilege to do so! Even thinking of what will happen, is enough to make me leak some pee! I know this is not at all a civilized expression to use for a lady… but just the thought that I’m about to castrate a man, makes me so very exited and aroused, that I can’t keep myself properly dry. Just thinking of this unique and once only chance to take away a mans eggs is enough to make me stain my skirt… I’m pretty much sure that the actual performance of the operation will make me even juicier, and that I might indeed lose some pee then, while making the sharp and cold steel of the Stanley knife sink away in your scrotal skin. As a medical doctor you probably know that we girls sometimes do have those little problems keeping our panties dry… I’m sure you will have some understanding for this little inconvenience, if it might occur? I know that you are gentlemen enough not to blame me for that, especially given the remarkable and special circumstances we will be in? *smile*

Suppose that you are tied up properly, on a metal frame that’s especially designed and constructed for this remarkable occasion. You are naked. Your flabby loose sack, still containing your full sized heavy Aussie balls, is unaware of what is going to happen. But you… you are obviously very afraid! You can’t move, because you are tied up. You are handed down to me completely. I can do with you whatever I like to do, and you can’t do anything about that. You realize that you are spending your last hour as a man. The moment I will have finished my special job… you will be an eunuch… you are going to lose your eggs in only a short time!

You must be feeling like an American criminal at death row, immediately facing his last dramatic trip that will end in the execution chamber, desperately watching the clock ticking the seconds away, waiting for the guards to open his cell for the last time, while saying “It’s time”. Can you imagine how such a criminal is feeling at the moment he is visually confronted with the electric chair, as soon as the door of the execution chamber is opened for him? Can you sense his fear… his going crazy, because there is nothing he can do to change the situation? Can you imagine his wondering how it will be… the moment that those 2400 volts will hit his body with the speed of the light and will destroy his brains and his internal organs in their annihilating one minute lasting journey through his body? Can you imagine how he is fantasizing about how those 2400 volts are going to make his blood boil in his veins? Can you feel his paralyzing fear, the moment he is wired for the execution and while he is robbed from daylight by a black leather cap? Can you sense how he is going crazy in his despair, during those torturing seconds everyone is waiting for the warden’s nod? Can you see how his sweat of terror is moistening his prison t-shirt? Can you see how he is breathing very fast?

A similar strong fear is capturing your mind, while watching me preparing the operation. You see me lie out and expose my horrible instruments on a little table. The razor sharp Stanley knife. The soldering iron. The bottle containing decontamination fluid. The needle and the ligature thread. A little cardboard box with an unknown content. A tin opener equipped with grips covered by white plastic. An empty marmalade glass. You know that there is nothing you can do to prevent me from cutting out the balls out of your sack anymore. You are sweating like a marathon runner. You are looking at the little table… and… you seem to miss something… You miss something indeed! You miss an injection device and a bottle of Novocain or another anesthetic fluid. You realize now, that you will have to go through the procedure without anaesthetization! You start to beg me to untie you and to stop the planned castration. But you know me better than that… I’m always loyal to my promises! I hate to disappoint people who I made a promise to! Promises are sacred to me! You know that it’s no game anymore. You realize that it’s very serious now! You start to cry like a little baby.

Of course I won’t neuter you before I have given you the chance to squirt out your load for the very last time. Before I will make an end to you being a man, I want to give you the orgasm of your life. I want to make your body get drowned in this overwhelming and dominating feeling of sexual pleasure for the very last time. I want to empty your prostate to the last drop. I want to make your cock sing its slimy song of love one more time, before I’m going to disable your reproductive system for ever.

I take off my miniskirt. I take of my t-shirt. I’m naked now. You are typical male! Despite the remarkable and helpless situation you got yourself in, you are staring at my naked body, like a hungry lion is staring at its prey after a long period of having had no food at all. Your fear has prevented your cock to rise, but I’m about to change that! I’m walking in your direction. I see your big loose sack hanging unprotected between your legs. Your cock is dull, and it’s covering up your sack partly. I lay my right hand upon your genitals. They are soft and warm. The gentle stimulation of this touching your sensitive parts brings life in your Aussie tail at once. I can feel how your eggs are moving in their sack. I can feel how your cock is stiffening. I take your cock in my right hand, and I start to stroke it. I do it slowly and gently. In only an instant it gets hard as a rock. I bring the fingers of my left hand together, and I put them behind your dangling sack. Then I’m bending down my fingers in the direction of the palm of my left hand. I can feel your lovely balls resting on the palm of my hand. I’m gently playing with them, while I’m jerking you off rhythmically with my other hand.

Few things can get me more aroused than having a pair of those wonderful male balls in my hands! Few things can get me more aroused than playing with those male jewels, and causing some male agony to their owner. But… this playing with you… this bringing you to your last orgasm… well… it’s making me horny as I have never been before. It’s of course so very special, because I know that I’m going to castrate you afterwards. That’s what’s making me so very much aroused now! I hear you moaning softly. Your shaft is pointing upwards like a sky scraper. I’m standing up and I squat down right above you. I move downwards until my wet cunt is very close to your cock. I take your cock in my right hand, and I move it until its right under my cunt. I move myself downwards some more. I can feel how the hot purple top of your cock is touching my lips now. I'm moving downwards some more. My weight, combined with the stiffness of your dick, forces my moist lips to open up and your dick is entering my love tunnel now with great avidity. The twinkling and the pleasure you are sensing in your cock now, are so intense that you forget about what is going to happen in only a few minutes. I move downwards further slowly, until my ass touches your thighs. Your cock is in me until its very base now. I’m slowly moving upwards again. My lips are enclosing your cock in a tender and erotic grip, and you feel it as if it’s being sucked by an angel’s mouth. You are a lucky boy that I’m in a perfect physical condition. I’m a regular runner. My legs and my thighs are pretty strong. Each time I’m going up and down, my moist pussy takes your foreskin with it. I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you tenderly… I’m milking you! I’m milking your last load out of your system. I want to get it to the very last drop! Your eyes are closed. You are aroused like you were never before. You make moaning sounds. I feel that you are close to an orgasm. I stop my fucking movements and I wait a few moments, in order to stop a premature orgasm.

A short time later I restart. I’m doing it gently and very slowly. I’m moving my lower body a bit around, while going up and going down. I bet you have never had a fuck like this one! Oh… there is your orgasm approaching again… I take a short break… And again… I start to perform my milking movements for you… It’s making you crazy. You want to squirt your load in me right away… but I don’t allow you to do so… I don’t want you to squirt your last sperm in my pussy. I want to have it in my mouth, in my face. I get off of you. I’m squatting next to you, and I take your almost exploding dick in my mouth. I start to suck you. I love to suck a man. It’s one of the most erotic and hot things to do! While closing my lips around your cock, I take your big balls in my left hand, and I give them a gentle massage. I lick your little pee hole with my tongue. Then I’m closing my lips around your cock again. Little spasms in your body tell me that you are close to an orgasm again. I take a little pause, in which I continue to play with your heavy balls. I’m pushing them upwards in their sack with my fingertips, and I let them fall down again. With my other hand, I fondle the inner side of your thighs… I’m taking your cock in my mouth again, in order to bring you to the grand finale. I concentrate my mouth stimulation on the top of your cock, while I’m supporting these movements with my right hand. The same time I squeeze your right ball softly. Hard enough to make you feel its sensitivity, but not hard enough to cause real pain. You start shaking your body, as far as your position is allowing you to. You start moaning and gasping for breath…. I increase the speed of my moving upwards and downwards my mouth that’s around the top of your cock… I sense pre-orgasm spasms…. I go on sucking… I go on squeezing your right ball….You are gasping louder and quicker…. There it is… your last load… you are pumping it out of your system while you are shocking… Your cock is jumping in my mouth like a kangaroo. Your load is thick, and you are delivering a huge amount of it. Because I can’t swallow it that quickly, it’s slowly dripping out of my mouth and falling on the floor…

As soon as you recover from your majestic orgasm, you realize again what we are together for. I see how you are looking afraid at the tools I’ve exposed on the little table. “It’s time, James”, I say to you. “Enjoy your last minutes of being a man. Soon you will have lost your eggs.”

I have decided to perform the castration naked. I pull the little table as close to you as possible, so that my tools are within my range. I connect the soldering iron to the electrical socket. I wash my hands with disinfecting soap and warm water.

You are watching my preparations in fear. “Don’t do it, Monique… please… don’t do it. I wasn’t serious when asking you.”

I’m listening to your words, but I’m determined that I will castrate you, no matter what you say. It’s too much fun to do so. I won’t let it go! I just have to do it! Surely you can understand that? We agreed that I would castrate you, and there is nothing that can prevent me from doing so anymore. I take the Stanley knife and I open the bottle filled with decontamination fluid. The sharp and cold steel of the knife is glistening in the electric light. I’m pouring some of the fluid upon the top of the knife. The big moment is there! I’m going to do it now!

You are sweating out of fear. Your forehead is white. The drops of your sweat are falling on the floor. I bet your heart is beating twice as fast as it should!

I take the upper side of your loose sack in my left hand, and I force your eggs to go to the bottom of the sack. In order to make a proper incision in the sack, I have to stretch the scrotal skin. This forcing the balls to go to the bottom of the sack seems to be a good method. I take a closer look to the scrotal skin, and I notice some thin veins. I have to avoid cutting through those veins, because I don’t want the castration to turn out to be a bloody event. I decide to make an incision in the bottom of your sack of about 1.5 centimeter. I’m putting the sharp point of the Stanley knife right between your two pressed down balls. As soon as I’m adding some pressure on the knife, it sinks away in your sack and it starts eating its way through the skin very smoothly. I’m surprised how easy it is to cut your sack open! The knife is of course incredibly sharp. I’ve taken a fresh one for this job, as you probably can imagine!

You are crying now. You know that I’m not joking. You realize that I’m very serious and that it’s really going to happen. I will neuter you! I will castrate you! I will take away your eggs of you! I will cut them out of your sack!

In order to avoid cutting through a vein, I make a little curve while pulling the smoothly gliding knife backwards. I’m doing well! There is almost no loss of blood, just a little drop. There is no need to use the soldering iron so far. I have made the necessary opening of about 1.5 centimeters in the bottom of your sack. You are still crying and begging me to stop the procedure. But I have made my decision. You asked for a castration, and a castration is what you are going to get! I’m very curious to see how bare testicles are looking like! So far, I have only seen male eggs when they were safely hidden in a ballbag. But in only a few seconds, I will see real naked balls! The thought of that is making me drip between my legs. I lay down the Stanley knife on the table. I push your left ball upwards in the sack, because I want to remove the right one first. As soon as the left one is out of the way, I start to maneuver the left one in the direction of the opening in the ballbag that I just created. It’s not too easy, because it’s a fact that male eggs are pretty slippery, when the bag is loose. The little bastard even manages to escape several times! But I can be pretty persistent sometimes, especially while maneuvering a male ball in a direction I want it to move in… At a certain moment, the ball gives up it’s resistance against my pushing fingers, and only seconds later it is curiously sticking out it’s pale head out of the opening in the sack.

“Hi little baby, welcome in the real world! I’m Monique, your tormenting fairy!” You are still crying out of fear. I have no clue whether the operation is painful or not. I suppose it’s just the fear that’s making you cry? Maybe the notice that you won’t be a man anymore in a few minutes? I’m pushing the ball some more in the direction of the opening in the sack, and all of a sudden, it slips out of the sack completely. It’s only connected to your body by its cords now. Your ball is indeed like a little baby. Its cords are like an umbilical cord, connected to a baby in a mother’s uterus. Right at this very moment, I’m holding a completely naked male ball in my fingers. It indeed resembles an egg! I’m about to disconnect it from the male body by cutting through the cords, but I’m so horny and so aroused, that I want to play a little game first!

As much as I wanted you to have your last majestic orgasm, I want you to feel some nice male agony before I cut away your right ball! You are looking me in the eyes, in complete terror! You seem to know what I’m about to do! You know me better than I thought you did! I’m pulling out the ball of the sack very carefully, in order not to break down the cords. But the cords seem to be longer than I thought. I’m holding your naked right ball between the thumb and two fingers of my right hand. I start squeezing. First softly… but steadily harder and harder… I can see how your ball is actually flattening and distorting under the power of my pressing fingers.

You are trying to stretch out your body in order to try to make the ball pain more bearable. You seem to suffer from severe spasms in your belly. You are screaming out loudly now. Just like a pig would do, on the moment of its dramatic meeting with the veterinal surgeon! This is so funny! *smile*

I’m squeezing the hell out of a completely naked and unprotected testicle that I have taken out of its sack! I’m moving my body closer to your sack. I’m opening my pussy lips with my left hand, and I start stimulating my wet clit with your ball, while I’m still squeezing it between my fingers. This is great! I’m masturbating, and I’m using a naked male egg, taken out of its sack as a tool! I’m so aroused that I’m orgasming after only a very short time. Your egg is very slippery now. It’s covered with my female juice. I want to have another orgasm. I continue stimulating my clit with your ball, which I’m squeezing very hard the same time.

You aren’t aware of the fun I’m having. You are going crazy because of the ball pain I’m causing to you. You are sweating like a farmer collecting his crop in the hot and burning summer sun.

After my second orgasm I decide to play another game. I take the tin opener from the table. I’m holding your right ball in my left hand now, and I’m having the tin opener in my right hand. I’m going to use the back side of this tin opener as a ball vice. I’m opening the white handles of the opener far enough to make it possible to hold the ball in it. I’m putting the ball between the opened white handles. As soon as I captured it between the handles, I’m closing the handles, and I start pressing them together. Thanks to the leverage effect I can compress the ball far more than I could do with my fingers. This is a moment that I’m thinking back of what Le Chiffre told Bond about how easy it is to cause the worst pain possible to a man, and that every simple object is in fact suitable to do so. With this simple tin opener I could squeeze your ball until it’s flat like a coin, and this would not require a lot of power. I don’t want to destroy your ball however, because I like to keep it in one piece, and I’m no expert in the matter of what a ball can have before braking down. Therefore it seems wise to be careful. That’s why I don’t take the risk to compress your egg until the middle of it is indeed flat like a coin. But I’m compressing it a lot. I’m surprised to notice how little force is required to do so!

Your boy pain has turned to be unbearable. I’m sure you think that you are in hell, rather than on earth. You are screaming so loudly, that I’m afraid you will damage your voice. Your screaming sounds to me like a heavenly symphony and it’s making me even more horny than I already am. You are desperately trying to escape from the metal frame you are on, but I tied you up very well. You can’t move.

“James, do you still realize that the earth is a globe, and that it’s turning around? Do you still know that 1+1=2? I bet you don’t? I bet you are only aware of one thing right now? I bet your very world, your very being alive is nothing but this horrible male agony?” You don’t answer me. I don’t think that I have ever caused this level of ball pain to any man before.

“It’s time to liberate you of this little devil now James. After all… it’s only bringing you this intense pain, isn’t it?” I loosen my grip on the tin opener. I lay the tin opener on the table, and I take the Stanley knife again in my right hand, while still holding your tormented right egg in my left hand. I’m holding the top of the knife very close to the cords of your ball now. Because I’m no longer squeezing the ball, you are able to “relax” a bit, as far as the circumstances are allowing you to do. I’m looking into your eyes. I see an incredible fear in them. I see how your lips are pronouncing the word “no”, in a last attempt to try to prevent me from actually doing what I promised you. I’m pulling out the ball out of the sack as far as possible now, because I need to get the cords stretched. As soon as I managed to get the cords stretched, I’m putting the knife on it very close to the end of the ball, and only a little pressure appears to be enough to separate you from what has been your right oval! You have been accompanying this sacred moment of the separation with a very loud Aussie yell. I’m putting down the knife on the table.

I’m holding your former right egg in my left hand, like a hunting trophy. I’m showing it to you, with a wicked smile on my face. “Have a look, James… this is the little bastard that has given you so much agony only seconds ago. Now tell me… aren’t you happy that I removed it for you?” You are shocked completely. You are only crying like a little baby, and you aren’t able to say anything. I put your egg at the table too. I take the empty marmalade glass, I open it, and then I put your egg in it.

“Let’s take out the other one now”. You are shaking “no” with your head, and you are still crying. But I’m determined to finish the job. I want to complete this arousing castration as planned. The cord of your right one is still hanging out of the sack. I’m taking your sack in my right hand. It’s a funny feeling, a male ball bag containing only one ball! It’s as if the bag is far too large for it’s now modest content. I use my left hand to search for your left ball, and as soon as I have found it, I move it in the direction of the opening in the sack. Just like your right one did, it’s trying to escape all the time. It’s very slippery, and it’s indeed difficult to catch now that there is obviously more space in the sack. I assume that I would be able to do this faster if I would have had the opportunity to perform a similar job more often. My skills would certainly improve the more I could practice. At last, my searching and pushing fingers manage to maneuver your left one to the opening in your sack. Like the first one, it’s only sticking out its head at first. But my insisting fingers make it slip out of the opening pretty soon. This one is obviously a bit smaller than the first one! But it’s still pretty large, like a real large bird’s egg. I pull out your left ball as far as possible, without risking tearing it loose from the cords.

“James, this is your last chance to feel male agony. You are now only seconds away from not being a man anymore. I like to make you remember well how it’s like, this mysterious male agony, and this time I’m going to do it with my mouth.” Your face is showing an expression of total terror and complete fear. I’m squatting down close in front of you. I apologize for not having my legs properly closed. I know that you can peek right in my naked wet cunt now, but I also realize that you have other things on your mind! I take your left ball in my mouth now. I have always been curious how a testicle tastes! It’s really a wonderful feeling to have your last connection to manhood in my mouth. I’m making it roll around in my mouth, and I’m moving it around by using my tongue. I take care not to bite on the cords. I’m pushing your ball against the upper side of my mouth now, and I start using my tongue to put some pressure on it. It’s amazing to see how this little pressure is enough to cause ball pain to you! I mean… I can’t possibly push very hard with my tongue, and the upper side of my mouth is not very hard, so it must absorb the power at least for the smaller part? I can’t say that a testicle is tasting “haute cuisine” like! At least unboiled and unprepared it isn’t! *smile* I let my tongue go, and I move your left ball between my teeth. I start biting on it. First very softly, but steadily harder and harder. I see how this is causing an intense pain to you.

You are trying to move like a curling worm, but the fact that you are tied up properly is preventing from doing so. You are singing your nice song of ball pain again for me, and you do it in a convincing way!

I see terror in your eyes again. Biting on a male ball is indeed an efficient way to cause pain to its owner! As soon as I bite a bit harder, you faint. I take your left one out of my mouth, and I decide to complete the castration right now, without waiting for your waking up again. I take the Stanley knife again, and I simply cut the ball loose from the cords, like I did with the right one. I put the left egg in the marmalade glass, where it’s joyfully re-united with its brother.

As soon as you wake up, I’m asking you, “Tell me James… how does it feel not to be a man anymore? Isn’t that a relief? Isn’t it nice to know that we females can’t do you in the nuts anymore? Isn’t it nice to know that in only a short time… when your last molecules of testosterone will be used… we can’t even make you horny again by showing you our female assets?”

You must be still in severe pain, because you don’t answer me. You are just softly crying and you have an expression of terror on your face. Your sack is looking rather strange now. It’s nothing more but a piece of wrinkled skin, and the two sets of cords are hanging out of it. Your sack resembles the chin of an old woman, and the comb of a turkey. It’s really a very funny thing to look at!

“James, I have a surprise for you”, I say to you. “I’m a decent woman, and I don’t like you to leave this room with this funny empty sack. I am going to give you a nice pair of artificial eggs, and I will attach them to your body very thoroughly, with German “gr├╝ndlichkeit” *smile* Yes, James, I will equip you with two wonderful prostheses, so that you will be able to leave this room as if nothing has happened”.

While talking to you, I’m opening the little cardboard box, and I’m taking out two artificial testicles out of this box. “Have a look James. Aren’t these two little babies cute? They are made of a special sort of plastic. The plastic is not very hard. It’s possible to squeeze it, and to flatten it, just like a real egg can be flattened. It’s also able to adapt immediately to different temperatures. And… have a look… the right testicle is a bit larger than the left one! I have thought of everything, as you can see! Even the weight of the prostheses is conforming the weight of average male balls.” I’m taking the left artificial egg in my right hand. There is a small cord attached to it. I connect the artificial cord with the cords of the original left testicle with a double knot. I search the opening in this pitiful piece of wrinkled skin that has been left after your castration. I’m pushing the artificial testicle through the opening right in your sack. You are still in so much pain, that you don’t really seem to realize what is happening.

I take the right artificial egg out of the cardboard box. “This one is a bit larger and heavier, so that it will hang down a bit lower in your sack, just like the original right one did,” I say to you. I attach the right prostheses to the cords of the original right ball with a double knot, and I push it in the sack through the opening I made. The effect is amazing!!! Your ballbag is looking as if your own balls are still in it! The artificial balls are hanging down in a completely natural way! Because the incision is made in the bottom of your sack, it’s out of view as the sack hangs down. You really do have a gorgeous ballbag again! It looks very erotic, very cute, very hot indeed! Only you and I know that it’s fake! Funny huh? *smile*

I start playing with your sack. I make it swing from the left to the right and vice versa. It’s really great! There is not a single difference visible! I’m taking the needle and the ligature thread in my hands now. I put the beginning of the thread through the eye of the needle. I disinfect the needle with some decontamination fluid. I squat down in front of you. I take your ballbag in my left hand, and I turn in upside down. I’m forcing the artificial balls in the direction of the bottom of the sack, so that the skin is getting stretched again. With my right hand, I start sewing, to close the incision. I’m pretty much trained in needle pointing, because I loved to do that as a child. I’m sure you won’t need plastic surgery afterwards, to hide the scar. I think that the incision will cure completely and practically invisible.

As soon as I have finished closing the incision, I lay down the needle again, and I’m starting some experiments. First of all, I’m just taking your sack in my hands, and I start playing with the artificial eggs. I can’t feel any difference with the original eggs. The prosthesis has adapted your body temperature, and they react on my playing fingers as your original balls did before. I’m separating your left one, and I start squeezing it between the thumb and two fingers of my right hand. It’s perfect! If I didn’t know better, I would say that I was squeezing a real ball rather than a prosthesis!

“James, isn’t this comfortable? I can squeeze these artificial eggs, but you can’t feel any pain, can you?” You are still so much shocked by what happened, that you don’t answer my question. I kick you in the sack with my bare right foot. It’s amazing! There is absolutely no difference to notice between these artificial eggs, and the original ones! There is of course one thing… you don’t react on this kick in the way you would have reacted if you were still having your original eggs! *smile* But the feeling of your sack on my foot is completely normal! I can feel your eggs as before, and I can feel them go upwards and making contact with your pelvic bone! It’s really great! I think I did a great job! You are a man again… at least… you seem to be a man again! Of course… you and I know that you aren’t really a man anymore! You won’t be able to ejaculate again… you won’t be able to perform your duty as a man again… but at least… the suggestion is still real! You could even wear shorts, and expose your plastic eggs to the world by sitting down with your legs spread out… No woman on this earth, would ever think that she’s watching plastic eggs while voyeuring you by peeking in your shorts! Your sack seems to have become even more beautiful than it was before the operation, I would say!

I untie you from the metal frame. You are still in pain, and you are having difficulties to walk. You are standing in front of me. Still naked. Your sack is really beautiful! I knee you in your sack suddenly. I can feel the artificial eggs on my knee. The feeling is indeed quite natural. You don’t double! That’s of course a big difference compared to what a knee in your sack would have caused before the operation!

“Isn’t it great that I have made you immune for further genital torturing James?” I ask. “Well, of course you realize that there is still a cock that could be tormented, for example by applying electricity to the top of it! You still seem to be a man, but you aren’t anymore. You are an eunuch. I have sort of reconstructed you!

“I’ll take your original balls with me James”, I say to you. “I like to keep the memory of this remarkable meeting of ours alive! I’ll save your eggs in some conservative fluid and I’ll give them a nice place in my house! I’ll keep them in this marmalade glass, so that I can have a look at them any moment I like to have a look!”

One of the benefits of your little operation is that you will not ever be able to feel this wonderful male agony again. That’s what you think at least! But… as a medical doctor, you must have heard of these so called phantom pains that one can still sense in removed body parts, as if they weren’t removed at all! You must have heard of people suffering a severe pain in a leg that isn’t there anymore?? It happens when the weather is bad for example! Strange huh? Well, I think that you still will feel some real ball pain in the future! Can you imagine how you are laying in your bed, and how, all of a sudden you start feeling this intense boy pain in your body again? Can you imagine how you are walking on the streets, and how all of a sudden you need to bend down and to curl up nicely, as if someone kneed you square in the sack? What do you think James: will it only be a matter of those post operative phantom pains… will it be nothing more than that? Or… might it be me… playing with your original eggs one way or another… squeezing them again for you, beating them up with a rubber hammer, sticking needles in them??? Might it be me… your tormenting voodoo priest at the other end of the world, playing with your good old real balls? You will never know for sure… but… you will wonder about that, won’t you? *smile*

Monique

Ballbusting Correspondence with Don, part 1-3

By Monique_vB

Hi Don,

Here is my answer to your latest letter, as promised. I'm back from a trip to Germany, and I have some time to reply to you now.

You said that it is hard to find females who are willing to hurt you in the balls for free. That is strange. I mean: it is easy to knee a man in the balls. It is no effort at all. Maybe those females are afraid to damage your manhood? You said you must pay to get what you like. Are you visiting a hooker or a dominatrix or something, to get what you want? Did you never meet a woman who likes to hurt a man’s balls?

Well, I like to hurt a man in the balls! I love it. It's a big thrill! It always makes my pussy tingle. Not only if I'm doing it myself, but also as I see some other woman do it to a man. Most men are stronger than women. (More muscled). But females have the big advantage that men are having these vulnerable nuts dangling unprotected between their legs. Females just have to pull up their knee in the nuts, to disable any man. It's so great! I love it!

I have a friend, called Joannie. She likes to hurt a man in the balls as well. She is as wicked as I am. She gets wet if she is watching a man being kicked in the balls, just like I am. But she loves to do it herself as well. We are talking a lot about it, and we are always fantasizing about it. Of course we both have quite a lot of real life experience on this subject. If you know what I mean!!

You say that you like to get hurt in your nuts. Well, let me do it to you, together with Joannie.

Joannie and I possess a special room, where we are going to torment your balls. This room is well isolated against sounds going out. Screaming it out, won't help you! The temperature in our torture room is rather high. We want you to have a loose sack. This is nicer to watch and it makes it easier to get a good grip on both of you nuts or on one of them. In our room we have facilities to tie you up in various positions. We can fixate your feet on the floor. We can fixate your hands to ropes hanging down from the ceiling. We have some interesting toys and tools available in this room. We have a cane chair without a bottom in it. We did cut out the bottom of this chair. We have a carpet-beater. We have some thin wooden sticks. We have different types of ropes and leather straps. We have some nice rubber hammers, not too heavy of course. We have different types of screwed boards. We have an old field telephone, with different electrical wires, copper needles and electrodes. We also have a medieval ball crushing pincer. This is a dangerous thing, because it's easy to destroy a man’s balls with this toy! You press down too hard very quickly with this device. We wouldn't want to really destroy your balls, because in that case they will not available for further torture. That would be a pity! We also have two sound barriers for ourselves. They look like headphones. We do not want to have our ears damaged if you are screaming it out too loudly.

Joannie and I are dressed in a short white miniskirt and a thin t-shirt, with a nice deep decollate. We are wearing no panties and no bra. A miniskirt is a perfect piece of clothing for a ball busting woman. It ensures maximum freedom of movement. I mean: While wearing a longer skirt, it is not that comfortable to knee a man in the balls. Joannie and I both are exposers. We like to flash. In return for the privilege to hurt your balls, we like to take care that you can peek under our skirts and down our shirts. We always are getting horny like hell, while we are doing a man's nuts. We want to be able to finger ourselves without having troubles with clothes. That's another reason to dress ourselves this way. We are both looking very sexy. Joannie has beautiful titties. Mine are not bad either. I'm larger then Joannie, but be wise enough to mind her very well, because she is a real sadist, just like me.

You enter the room in a short. We order you to take it off. We order you to lie down on a bed, with your legs spread. Joannie is going to shave your nuts. She is doing it gently. I can see you peeking under her skirt, while she is squatting down next to the bed, while shaving your private parts. Your dick is hard. You seem to like what she is doing. I can see your nuts move in their loose sack if she touches it with her fingertips. After all the hair is removed, Joannie gives your nutsack a massage, with some oil. She asks me to feel how soft it is now. It feels like the ass of a little baby, so soft.

Now it's party time. We order you to sit down on the cane chair. Because there is no bottom in it, your ass is coming out downwards. We tie you up on this chair. The chair itself is connected to the floor, so that it cannot fall down if you would try to move. You are sitting naked and defenseless in this chair. The thought of what is going to happen, makes me horny and wet. Joannie and I have read a very arousing story when we were a child. Casino Royal, by Ian Fleming. We are going to do to you what Le Chiffre did to James Bond.

We are sitting down in front of you, each of us on a chair. Our legs are spread a little bit. Just enough to give you the chance to peek under our skirts. You are enjoying what is happening. Your cock is stiff like a baseball stick. Your balls are hanging down under the bottomless chair. I'm squatting down and I take your loose dangling sack in my right hand.

"These two little bastards are going to suffer now, Don," I say to you with a sweet smile on my face. Joannie is giggling. I do not squeeze. I'm sitting down again. Joannie takes the carpet-beater in her right hand. She brings it under the chair. She is looking you in the eyes. You are frightened now. I can see it on your face. You are breathing quicker. Suddenly Joannie brings up the carpet-beater with force. The effect is astonishing! The moment the carpet-beater hits your nutsack, spasms start flowing through your whole body. You try not to scream, but you do not succeed. This is great!

"It sucks having nuts, doesn't it Don?" Joannie asks with a smile on her face. "Do you understand now, what it is that you got yourself in?" she continues. You are really becoming frightened now. Joannie strikes again. The carpet-beater jumps up like an angry snake and makes a horrible contact with your eggs.

"We will continue hurting the sensitive parts of your body until you will be crazy,” she says. You are gasping and trying not to scream, but you are in bad pain now. Drops of sweat are appearing on your head.

"Pain is a terrible thing," Joannie says to you. "But for the torturer it's an easy thing to cause, especially if the patient is a man." While using the word "patient" she is giggling. I don't believe what is happening. This makes me soooo horny!

"To a man it's possible to cause the most severe pain that is possible or necessary." Again the carpet-beater strikes. Your balls are getting more sensitive each time Joannie makes the carpet-beater dance. I can see tears in your eyes now.

"This is the worst thing that can happen to you," Joannie continues. "Don't believe what is written in all those books about the war and so on. This is the worst. It's not just the pain. It's also the knowledge that your manhood is being slowly destroyed, and that in the end you will no longer be a man.”

You are screaming it out now. I'm spreading my legs, and I start fingering myself, watching this arousing spectacle. I'm wet. After a short time I have my first orgasm.

"Monique, you lazy girl, don't let me do the job alone," Joannie says to me. We change places. It's my turn to torment your poor ovals. I take the carpet-beater in my hand and I launch it with force upwards. I can hear the impact on your nut sack. You scream again in complete agony. You are sweating all over your body now.

"I'm curious how long a man can stand this special treatment,” I say to you. Another attack of this carpet-beater on your manhood. And another one. I can see blood in your eyes now, as if you had some drinks to many.

"I want to have look to what is going on under that chair," Joannie says. She is sitting down on the floor like a tailor, with her legs spread. You do not seem to notice that.

"Let him have it another time Monique," Joannie says. I see that she is fingering herself now. Smash... the carpet-beater hits your eggs again. Your sweat is dropping on the floor now. You are in absolute agony. These spasms in your body are making you slowly crazy.

"This is great Monique, I can see his balls fly high the moment the carpet-beater hits them. Ohhh, I'm coming..." You are begging us to stop. But we refuse. Your cock is stiff, so you must be enjoying what we are doing to you. Anyway, for us it’s just getting funny! We will make you suffer like you never did before.

"Stop beating Monique, I'm having another surprise for this poor man," Joannie says. She is bringing her face under the chair. She is taking one of your tormented eggs in her mouth. First she sucks it gently. This hurts you a lot though, while your eggs are more sensitive then ever before, due to our beating party. Suddenly Joannie takes your nut between her teeth and she bites in it very hard. You are having difficulties breathing and then you are screaming like a pig. It's a long and loud scream and it hurts our ears. This bite of Joannie seems to hurt you even a lot more then the beating did.

"Joannie, let's play another game," I say. "Let us take a broomstick and let us try to hit one of his nuts each time or both of his nuts. You are first. I say left, right or both and you have to hit his left egg, his right one or both of them. If you are hitting the wrong one, you lose, and I take over." I see complete terror in your eyes the moment you understand what is going to happen.

"Yes, a great idea," Joannie says. She takes a broomstick in her right hand and brings it under the chair. I'm squatting down, to watch if Joannie is hitting the ball I'm telling her to hit.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yeah," she replies.

"Left." She moves the stick a little bit to the left and she hits with force. I see your left ball move upwards in its sack. You are leaking pee now. And you are crying like a baby.

"Both!" The stick is moving back rightwards a bit. The moment Joannie beats, I see the stick land in the middle of your sack and it's lifting up both of your eggs. While the sack is so loose, each egg is resting on one side of the stick for a very short moment. Your sweat is falling on the floor. You are screaming non stop now.

"Right!" Joannie moves the stick a bit to the right again, but not enough! She hits both of your balls again.

"My turn," I say. I take the stick and Joannie is squatting down next to me to watch my hits.

"Right!" she commands.

My merciless hit of your right ball makes you produce your loudest scream so far. "Please stop this,” you are whispering. But your dick tells us that you want more.

Joannie can't keep her fingers from her pussy. "Left,” she says. The moment the stick hits your left nut, Joannie has an orgasm. You are not aware of it.

"Both!" While the stick bites its way through the middle of your sack and separate your ovals for a short but extremely pain causing moment, you faint. Joannie and I decide to leave you in piece for a moment. Your sack is red and swollen. We are fingering ourselves to a next orgasm.

"This is fun, hurting these balls,” I say.

"Yes, it's a thrill," Joannie replies. "Did you see how he reacted when I did bite in one of his nuts?" she asks me.

I confirmed. "I did that to my husband recently, only I had some clemency for his nut of course. But I thought he could fly the moment I pressed my teeth together in his nut. He told me that it felt as if I had connected his nutsack to an electricity socket."

You are waking up now and while remembering what happened, you are looking to us in fear!

More to follow soon.

Well Don, do you really like to play games with Joannie and me? We will torment your testicles so badly and so long, that you will pray to us to cut them off in the end, just to prevent further ball agony.

Smiles,

Monique

PART 2

Hi Don,

We are back for our next torture session. You are still tied up in our bottomless cane chair. Naked. Defenseless. Joannie and I are enjoying this special party very much.

Joannie says to you: "Most women think it's a giggle to see a man getting hurt in the nuts. It always makes my pussy tingle. Monique told me that you have been having a difficult time, finding women to do you in the nuts for free. I'm glad you have consulted us. We are more then happy to please you in this very special way. And we won't charge you for that!"

I say to you, "But you have made a serious mistake by consulting us of all people to help you fulfill your desires. You should know that most women are no sadists. OK, they find it a giggle if a man is being hurt in his balls, and sometimes they may find it arousing to explore the small margin between pleasure and pain while playing with a mans eggs. But we will go much further. We are true sadists. We don't want to explore this small margin. We want to go beyond this margin, and we like to cause severe pain in the nuts. The more pain our victim suffers, the more pleasure we enjoy! No, you have not been very clever in your choice, coming to Joannie and me! You are the type of man that likes to experience a light pain in the balls. But we don't stop at that point. We will make you suffer like a political prisoner in the hands of the cruelest torturer. If we are finished with you, you won’t be able to ejaculate anymore. You will be neutered properly but in a very uncomfortable way. "

Joannie says to you, "I'm married. My husband likes to feel some pain in the balls as well. Not too much though. I have pinched his nuts often. I did even bite in his nuts once. I have kicked him in the balls. I have toed him in his nuts. But you have to understand that I love my husband very dearly. So I do not want to hurt him too much. And of course it's not in my own interest to destroy his sweet nuts. He has to fuck me over and over again. Without this fucking of his, I cannot be happy. But to tell you the truth: I have always been wondering what a man can have. To what point a woman can go, while doing a man in the nuts. I'm very happy to have the opportunity to go as far as I like with you. And it's great that I do not have to worry whether your balls will be destroyed in the end, or not. Monique and I will show no mercy to you at all. We will bring the worst possible pain to you. The more you suffer and the more you scream, the hornier and wet we will get."

I say to you, “Enjoy the feeling of having balls while you still can. If we are finished with you, you can join a boy’s choir as a nice soprano. Your balls may have died by then, by our mean little games."

There is a true fear in your eyes. You obviously are aware of the fact that we are prepared to do anything to bring you the worst possible pain in your balls.

We untie you now from the cane chair. Your sack is still very loose and I can see that the weight of your heavy balls is pulling the skin of your sack several inches downwards. While you are moving in the direction we tell you, your sack makes little dangling movements between your legs. I always find it very arousing to see a man's nuts hanging defenseless between his legs. It's such a great feeling taking this vulnerable meet in the hands and feel how soft it is. Especially when the man is properly shaved, like Joannie did to you.

I say to you, "Have you ever heard of rodeo driving on a horse? Did you ever see it on television? A male horse gets some leather strap around its balls, and when the horse rider is sitting on its back, he tightens up this strap so that the horse is suffering a severe pain in the balls. This makes it jump and the horse rider has to try not to fall down from the back of the horse. We are going to play a game like that now with you. But we do not want you to jump. We will perform some nice training exercises with you. Of course we will tie up your balls with some leather strap, in a way that as soon as the horse rider will pull, you will suffer a terrible pain in your eggs. Now, as you can see, I'm much larger then Joannie. We are decent girls. We would not want to hurt your back. For that reason, Joannie will be the horse driver. She is not as heavy as I am. Now bend down like a horse, so that you can walk on your hands and your feet."

You are bending down now and you are standing on your hands and your feet, like an animal. It's a very arousing sight, you standing on four feet, like an animal. I'm standing behind you, and I still can see your large loose nutsack continuously swinging to the left and back to the right. I can see your meaty nuts hanging down and I can see your scrotum perform a great job by preventing your nuts to fall down on the floor. This combination of the looseness of your sack and gravity pulling your nuts down in the direction of the floor is very arousing. I love the sight of your vulnerable male meat. You look like some kind of a bull. But you are our stallion now.

"Spread your legs some more,” Joannie commands. She attaches a leather strap to your dangling nutsack and she tightens it up to a point that only a little further tightening is enough to hurt your balls. Joannie pulls up her miniskirt and she stretches out one of her legs to sit down on your back. In this short moment I can peek under her skirt and I can see her pussy. It looks a bit like the head of a turkey. She is obviously very aroused, like I am. She takes the end of the leather strap in her right hand, and she pulls. The effect is great. I can see the strap getting more tightened around your nutsack and you are feeling some sharp pain in your eggs now.

I'm standing behind you. I've got a little whip in my hands. I hit you with this whip against your right thigh. I say to you, "I'm standing behind you Don, and if you are not performing our commands as you should perform them, I will beat your balls with the backside of this whip. They seem to be tied up very nicely by Joannie. So I won't have to beat very hard to make you scream like a pig. After all, your balls can't possibly slip away to a safer place in their sack. Now move! We are going to make a nice little tour around this room.”

You start walking on your hands and your feet, while Joannie is sitting on your back. Her skirt is pulled up very high.

I command you to start stepping forwards and to move to the right side of the room. Joannie is giggling all the time. She pulls the strap tighter. I can see how this causes severe pain in your balls. "You are a real rodeo horse now Don,” she says. "Isn't this wonderful, driving around with me on your back while suffering this nice male agony?" She pulls again. I say to you: "Don, you are still a stallion, but listen very carefully to our commands, and perform them very well; otherwise you will be a gelding even before Joannie gets of your back. Remember that we can destroy your malehood any time we like to!"

It's a bizarre and arousing sight, you walking on four feet, like a real horse and having your balls in this painful grip of the leather strap. I can see drops of your sweat dropping down on the floor again. I'm walking behind you and I make the whip whistle again against your thighs. You scream.

"This can't hurt that much Don, don't scream. Wait, I'll make you feel some real pain.” I turn around the whip and with the hard backside of it. I beat you in the balls very hard. Now you are screaming it out loudly. Joannie is still giggling.

"Are you enjoying this little ride Joannie?" I ask.

"Yes, it's a big thrill Monique,” she says. "But I wonder if this hot stallion can do better, if it can trot like a real horse. Well, I'll try to motivate it a bit." She pulls the strap still tighter around your suffering scrotum. You scream again.

"You heard her Don, come on, we want to see you trotting,” I say to you. I beat your balls again, with my whip turned around. You are crying it out again. You have made one tour around the room now. I'm beginning to like this more and more.

"You can do better Don,” Joannie says. "Maybe you should kick him in his nutsack from behind Monique, because I don't believe I can get the strap any tighter." I'm barefoot. I kick you from behind in the nuts. My big toe makes a painful contact with your suffering testicles. Your agony is becoming worse. I can see how the strap is pressing the hell out of your balls. The skin of your scrotum is pulled very tight around them. The blood veins in your scrotum are visible and they seem to be stretched out very much. I can see that you are trying to develop more speed, but you are having a difficult time with Joannie on your back.

"Come on Don, you can do better,” Joannie says. "Your physical condition seems to be not that good,” she continues. "You should train a bit more instead of jerking yourself of all the time while thinking of us." I kick again in your nutsack. You scream it out again. I realize that my kicks must hurt more then they would normally do. Your testicles are captured in the leather strap and they can't possibly slip away. This means that they have to absorb all energy that I direct to them with my foot.

"Let's try to gallop, Don," Joannie says. "I love this little ride, but I want more speed. Make him sing Monique, let him feel that he is a man". To my surprise, one of your nuts has been able to pop out of the leather strap after all and is bulging out now. I can see its beautiful oval form, and I can see that it is in fact a very nice large testicle.

"Pull again Joannie,” I say, "One of his nuts is bulging out of the strap; maybe you can cause some extra pain now after all." Joannie pulls again with force, and you start weeping like a little boy. That hurts! Joannie is taking all the space away around this nut that is bulging out and she is increasing the pressure on it more and more. I can see how the leather is almost cutting in your flesh. The scrotal skin is becoming pale now, while your blood cannot reach it anymore. Wow, this is hot! You are trying to gallop, but you don't succeed. I can see how Joannie’s bare titties are dancing upon the rhythm of your trotting under her sexy t-shirt.

"Remember Don, if you are lazy, we will turn you into a gelding. You won't be a proud stallion again then!" Joannie says. She pulls again and again. You scream it out very loudly now. It's so great, to see how Joannie is tormenting your testicles with this simple leather strap.

"This Le Chiffre in Ian Flemings Casino Royale, is in fact very right" I say. "It is possible to cause the most severe possible pain to a man with any simple object. This is so great!" I'm fingering myself now, while walking behind you. My pussy is wet and I have an orgasm. Never before have I orgasmed while walking. This is so hot!

You have been making several tours around the room now. We could not make you gallop. You are not strong enough. Joannie is pulling and pulling, and your belly must explode almost now, while your balls are tormented so merciless.

"You are no good as a horse Don,” Joannie says. "Maybe we can better pretend that you are a pig. Come on, scream like a pig, make some nice music for us girls." I cannot hold my laughter. Joannie has such a strong sense of humor. She always makes me laugh out loudly. You as a screaming pig! I like that idea!

"I'll make him sing a nice song for us, Joannie,” I say. And then I beat your with force on your balls with my whip. I can see the supple leather biting merciless in your scrotal skin. The energy of this beat is obviously nicely absorbed by your nuts. It brings you still more agony. You scream it out and it seems that you cannot stop screaming now.

You don't manage to stand on your feet and your hands anymore. You fall down on the floor. You land on your stomach. Joannie is getting of your back. What I see now, is SOOOOOO hot! Your back is covered up by the fluid Joannie’s pussy produced. It is as if some huge snail has been crawling upon your back and has left its slimy trace up there. You are all covered up by this hot female honey Joannie produced. I always knew that she gets very wet if she is aroused by something. But I never realized that it could be like this! It's amazing!

"Let me clean up your back a little Don. Joannie here has been leaking some cream out of her pussy." Joannie is giggling. I start licking her horny fluid from your back. It tastes wonderful.

Joannie is taking the strap of your balls now. You are still lying on your stomach. I can see how your balls fall down on the floor as soon as the strap is removed. Your sack is still very loose. What an arousing panorama. Your vulnerable tormented mail meat lying defenseless on the floor. I squat down and I take your tortured balls in my hand. Oohh, I love this feeling of your soft male balls in my hands. It's so great! I maneuver your testicles around in their sack with my fingertips. Even this gentle touching of your manhood is causing pain to you now.

"Oh, does this hurt you Don,” I ask. "Well, we got you right then, don't you think so?" I keep on playing gently with your soft nutsack. I bring two of my fingers under your nutsack and I push it up with my fingers stretched out. Each of your balls is hanging on one side of my fingers now. My God, you've got some nice heavy nuts! I pull back my fingers and I can see your balls falling down on the floor again.

"Let's give him some rest now Monique,” Joannie says.

"OK Joannie,” I reply. "But don't think we are ready with you Don! We just started this fun. Remember that."

PART 3

Hi Don,

It's time for another torturing session of your lovely British balls, don't you think so? You have had some time to recover from Joannie’s rodeo-like horse-driving at your back. We can't allow you to get used to NOT feeling any pain in your balls at all. Personally I LOVED to watch this horse-driving adventure and it made me incredibly wet. I also liked to lick up the traces of female honey Joannie left on your back when she got off of it!

We are back in our special torture room. Joannie and I are dressed in some nice miniskirts again. Since we don't like wearing bra's and panties while doing a man in the nuts, we left those at home. A miniskirt is a perfect piece of clothing for a ballbusting woman. It guarantees her maximum freedom of movement. Kneeing and kicking a man in his ballbag can be done the best with this maximum of freedom. A longer skirt would not be that comfortable. Even trousers wouldn't be that comfortable. OK, trousers are better than a long dress. But they have the disadvantage that it's not possible to feel the balls making contact with the bare skin of the knee, while kneeing. One of the nice things while kneeing is of course to feel the defenseless male hangers being squeezed between the knee and the lower part of the male body.

You are standing on your feet, in front of me. You are naked again. Joannie and I like to torture NAKED balls. We love to see the effects of what we are doing to them. I know that you prefer to wear underwear, but... you consulted us for doing you in your eggs, and you should realize that we accepted the job and that we are doing it OUR way! We will go far beyond what you might like! For us sadists, the fun only starts where you are beginning to suffer a really BAD pain in your sensitive male ovals. And we want to be able to watch those two cute eggs of your RIGHT in the face while we are hurting them.

So you are naked again. The temperature in our special torture room is high. We want your sack to be as loose as possible. A loose sack is one of the most erotic things to watch. Especially when the owner’s movements are making the sack swing a bit from one side to the other one. Well, YOUR nutbag is REEEAAAALLLLY loose today.

"Joannie, come closer, and watch how lovely his big low hangers are looking for us today". Joannie comes closer. She smiles. I can see on her face how aroused she gets, just by looking at your male glands, who are trying to land on the floor but who are prevented to reach it by the soft skin of your sack. Joannie is putting two fingers of her right hand under your sack. She pulls them upwards a bit. Both of your balls are going upwards at first, but only a second later, I see how your left ball is falling down to the bottom of your sack again, while your right one still is resting on Joannie’s fingers.

"They really are nice balls. Heavy, meaty, big... I love them", Joannie says. As soon as Joannie pulls back her fingers, I can see how your right ball is falling down to the bottom of your sack as well. And immediately after your right balls safe landing, your sack is making these HOT swinging movements between your legs again. I'm squatting down to have a closer look to your balls.

You are having a huge erection, because of the things Joannie said, and because of the arousing feeling of her fingers having lifted up your eggs a bit for you. I like this erection, because this way I can have a complete view of your sack. Your dick is not hanging down in my way. I can see how your right ball is hanging down a bit lower than your left one. On the upper side, your sack is somewhat smaller than on the lower side, where the eggs are resting on their bed of soft skin flesh. This of course is caused by the fact that your eggs are large. They need enough space to be able to lay down in peace next to one another. So your eggs are demanding enough sack skin to be able to lie down comfortably. On the upper side, the sack skin is wrinkled a bit. The sack is slightly darker colored than the skin of your thighs. I'm very interested in sack mechanics as you may notice! I know that Joannie likes this a lot as well. She has told me over and over again, how wet she becomes if she is watching a naked loose nutsack doing some gymnastics between the owners legs.

"Monique, he is peeking in your t-shirt,” Joannie says. I smile. The front side of my t-shirt is cut out deeply. I realize you must be able to watch my bra-less tits almost completely from your position. You might even be able to see my stiff nipples! You naughty boy! You like to watch my boobies, don't you! Well, I don't blame you for that. I like it to be watched as a matter of fact. And I know Joannie likes it too, to be watched. But of course I have to punish you for peeking in my t-shirt. That's what we are here for! I take your warm sack in my right hand. I'm not squeezing yet. I can feel how your eggs are trying to find a new comfortable position. I can feel them lying down on my hand. It's a wonderful feeling, this soft and vulnerable male flesh captured in my hand. I'm playing a bit with your eggs now, by moving my curled fingers. This is making your eggs slip from one side of the sack to the other and back again. Your sack is so large that I can't hold it in one hand without having a part of it bulging out somewhere between my fingers. I can hear that you are starting to breathe quicker. I'm wondering if this is because of your being aroused by my gently playing with your loose sack or if this is because of the fear from what will be coming. After all, you must realize that you are going to SUFFER some NICE MALE AGONY again!

Your stiff dick tells me that you are aroused very much. I can smell the wet top of it. I'm afraid I'm getting wet again even before hurting your malehood even the slightest bit, but just by this smell of your stiff dick, this powerful feeling of your big warm nutsack captured in my playing hand and the thought of the fun that we are going to experience by hurting you in your most sensitive body parts. Suddenly, I press down my fingers very hard in the direction of the palm of my hand, while pulling my hand downwards, and while turning it around. This is all happening in one powerful movement. Your balls are forced to be intimate with each other and with the inner side of my hand FAR MORE than they would ever like! I'm strongly compressing your eggs together to each other and to the inner side of my hand. And by turning my hand around and pulling it downwards, I prevent your balls from slipping away out of my pain causing iron grip. The effect is dramatic!

You scream it out loudly, and you are bending down immediately. This bending down is making your sack going backwards between your thighs. But I'm not losing my grip. I'm squeezing even harder. Your face is close to mine now, because you are bending down. I can see how little drops of sweat are appearing on your forehead. I can see how your eyes are looking in my eyes. I smile at you.

"Don't you think that I'm having your balls in my hand in a most effective way, dear Don,” I ask to you. You are in such an agony, that you aren't able to speak anymore. The pain I'm causing to you by this simple but powerful grip on your sensitive stones is astonishing! I'm always surprised again to discover how easy it is to bring a man close to hell. Causing pain to a man is so very simple! And there are so many possibilities to do so! I personally like this squeezing method a lot. It really is a big thrill to have a man by the balls and to look him in the eyes while squeezing and increasing the power of the squeezing grip slowly but steadily! It's just awesome to watch how you can make the man rise in his incredible agony again and again, just by pushing a tiny little bit harder every time. OK, I like kicking and kneeing a man in the balls as well. But this squeezing is SOOO great! While squeezing you are in complete control of things. You can control exactly the amount of pain you want to cause. From a slight inconvenience in the balls and in the abdomen to the most terrible and overwhelming pain. And as long as you are squeezing, the pain will stay. Oh my, I must have stained my skirt already! I'm wet all over! I'm looking to Joannie. Of course... I could have guessed.... she is watching us and she is fingering herself off again! I love Joannie. She is a good friend. But she has this bad habit of letting me do the dirty work all the time! She is some kind of a voyeur. While I'm doing you in the nuts, she likes to masturbate, watching the fun! But I won't let her get away with THAT! Not this time! She'll have to work today! I want her to do you in the nuts as well!

I let your balls go now. I must have done a good job! You are lying down on the floor, performing this wonderful embryo act for us! That's what you ball pain suffering males are ALWAYS doing, aren't you? Lying down and curling up nicely for us girls, after we did you in your poor eggs! What a GIGGLE!!!!

"Don, we like you to jerk yourself off for us girls,” Joannie says to you. "Monique and I are finding it a big thrill to watch a man who is masturbating. This is a most wonderful and arousing thing to look at! We have been fantasizing about trapping a man doing this lots of times. And now you are going to do it for us. We like you to jerk off yourself to a point that you will be shooting your load high up in the sky, with the force of a machine gun. And we want you to empty your prostate for us to the bottom of it. You understand? You will have to milk your reproductive system for us, until you have given us the very last drop of your male juice." You are looking a bit surprised to us, as if you would say that this is not what you are here for.

I say to you, "Well Don, I'm afraid that maybe at the moment you won't be able to show us the nice ejaculation Joannie and I are having in mind. After all, your balls weren't exactly liking the way I was playing with them only seconds ago, weren't they? For that reason, Joannie and I have decided to help you a bit. We are not that bad, you know! We are always willing to help a man who is having difficulties to squirt his male juice out of his tiny pee hole, especially, if we are the ones causing the difficulties to occur by having been a bit unfriendly to the mans eggs. Joannie and I have been intrigued by the thought of an electro-ejaculating show. We are going to support your efforts to milk your genitals, by using electricity on them. We'll attach electrodes to your balls and the moment that we are doubting if you can come to an orgasm on your own, this field telephone you are seeing here, will be delivering as much electricity to your tender eggs as necessary to make it possible for you to electro-ejaculate for us." I can see real fear in your eyes now. You start sweating by the thought of electrical jolts traveling to your vulnerable ball meat.

We order you to stand on your feet and to bend down deeply. Joannie is standing behind you. "Spread your legs,” she says to you. You are obeying her like a good boy. Joannie separates your butt-cheeks and she has taken a stave of copper in her hands. Its measures are like the measures of an adult finger. She is inserting this copper bar carefully right into your ass. She takes care to insert it into your ass almost completely. Less than half an inch of copper is sticking out of your ass now. We order you to sit down on the floor now with your back against the wall, and with your legs pulled up and spread out. I tie you up with some leather belts to the wall and to some special metal connections on the floor. We have a majestic view on your private parts this way. We not only are able to watch your stiff dick and your swinging low hangers, but we can also see your wrinkled ass, with the bar of copper in it. You almost pushed the copper fully in your ass, while sitting down, but I'm squatting down between your legs, and I'm pulling back the thing a bit back again. I can see how you are peeking under my skirt. While working I'm not always careful enough to squat down in a ladylike manner. I'm sorry! You can't be having any difficulties at all watching my wet cunt smiling in your direction! But I bet you don't mind! I'm connecting an electrical wire to the top of the copper bar that is coming out of your ass.

"How do you like your new tail Don?" I ask to you. Joannie starts laughing out loudly. But you don't answer. You are realizing obviously that we are really going to send electricity through your most sensitive body parts and this is going far beyond your desires. I'm standing up now, and Joannie is squatting down between your legs. I hand over two thin and sharp pointed copper needles to her. These needles are 2.5 inch of length each.

"I think you'd best stick the needles in his balls in the length of them. That way, we make sure that as much copper as possible is making contact with the inside of the balls. The more contact between the copper and the ball flesh, the more nerve endings will be reached by the electricity." I can see how you are staring at Joannie’s cunt. Like me she did not care to keep her legs closed while squatting in front of you. I bet she is leaking pee, by the thought of what we are going to do! You like Joannie. I can see that! I don't blame you. She is a very pretty woman and she must be a thrill to any man! Joannie separates your right ball in her left hand and she pulls it to the bottom of your sack. I can see how the scrotal skin is pulled around the ball. Joannie takes one of the copper needles in her right hand and she places it against the top of the ball. I can see a growing fear in your eyes. Then Joannie starts to add pressure to the needle. But it is not enough. She obviously hasn't done this before. There is no risk that she could make the needle disappear completely in your ball, because we took care to buy needles longer than most male eggs. I can see how the flesh of your scrotum is turning pale around the area where the point of the needle is making contact. You are looking down on your ball in total fear now.

You start screaming, "Nooooo, nooooo, please..... nooooo!!!"

"Push a bit harder Joannie,” I say. And then, suddenly, at the moment she is adding some more pressure on the needle, I can see how it is entering your ball, and how it is kind of eaten up slowly by your ball, while Joannie is pushing the thing inside the ball. I can see a tiny drop of blood, coming out of your scrotal skin. I wonder how this must be feeling, having a needle pressed in a male egg! It must hurt, because you look as if you are in agony.

"Push further until the point of the needle reaches the other end of the ball,” I say to Joannie. I see how she is slowly pushing the needle further and further in the ball.

"I guess this will do,” Joannie says. She lets your ball go and it falls down immediately in its loose sack. What a funny sight this is, a needle buried in your ball and sticking out only a little out of it! What a giggle!

"Now the other one,” I say to Joannie. She separates your other ball and she pushes in the other needle in a similar way. You are screaming it out loudly, while the sharp copper is entering your vulnerable testicle meat. I think this is caused more by your fear than by real pain. I think that inserting a very sharp pointed thin needle can't hurt THAT much?? But I'm not sure. Maybe it hurts like hell?

"Now you have to connect the electrical wires to the needles Joannie,” I say. Joannie giggles. She connects the needles with two electrical wires. I connect the other side of the wires with our field telephone, and I don't forget to connect the wire coming from your copper ass bar as well.

"The fun can begin now,” Joannie says, and she seems not to be able to stop giggling.

We are each sitting down on a chair, placed in front of you. We place the field telephone on a very small table. It's some kind of an antique and black colored device. On the front side of it, there are two metal connection points for the wires.

"OK Don, we will help you in two ways to jerk off yourself successfully for us. First of all we will spread our legs for you, so that you can watch our pussies. Joannie has brought her vibrator with her and we are going to use this thing to stimulate our pussies, while watching your jerking off show. And if this is not enough to bring you to an orgasm, we will apply some nice electricity to your balls. Don't forget this copper bar in your ass. That bar will make sure that the electricity can reach your ass and your prostate as well. And do you know what the nice thing of a field telephone is? The quicker you are moving the generator around, the more the voltage will rise. We can apply a low voltage to your sensitive parts, but we also can apply high voltages if necessary. But I think that a continue-variable voltage might bring us the most fun!" Joannie has to operate the field telephone first. It has happened too much that she is leaving the dirty work to me and that she is only voyeuring me and my victim, while masturbating herself. But NOT THIS TIME, SHE ISN'T! I ask her to hand me over her vibrator. I'm switching it on, to examine if the batteries are in order. And the soft buzzing sound of the device tells us that they are.

"It's party time Don! Start jerking yourself off for us!" I see how your eyes are filled with fear.

You keep saying, "Please, don't do this. This is not what I wanted. Please..." Your dick isn't stiff anymore now. I see how you are taking it in your right hand, and how you start to jerk off yourself. I can hear the sound of your slimy foreskin going up and down on the top of your wet cock. This jerking of is kind of making your balls dance a Samba for us girls. What a giggle! I can hear the wires connected to your ball needles being lifted up a bit and falling down again on the floor again... tick, tick, tick, tick... I'm finding this panorama hot!

You are tied up. You are defenseless, you are jerking off for us, and we have prepared your balls in a way that we can send electricity to the heart of each of them any time we like! "This isn't exactly what I'm finding a hard one, Don! You can do better. I know you can. How many times have you been masturbating while thinking of us? Don't let yourself disturb by the two of us watching you! Peek under our skirts. We have spread out our legs for you. It's just impossible not to see our wet cunts!"

I bring Joannie’s vibrator to my nose. Ohhh, her musky smell is still present at the top of the vibrator. I like that. Joannie is as bad as a man. She must be masturbating all the time! I start the vibrator. While it is softly singing its buzzing song for me, I'm bringing it to my pussy, and I'm holding it against my clit. Ohh, this is a wonderful feeling, this vibrator making love to my clit!

"Monique, this dick of his, is still like a little worm. I think we should make some nice electricity flow through his nuts and through his ass now!"

You are begging her not to do so. But I say, "Let him have it, Joannie." I see how she is taking the generator handle in her right hand. The fear in your eyes is awesome! I'm so incredible horny now! This is such a thrill what we are doing to you!

"Joannie wait, I'll explain something to you first. We should let him experience some short low voltage jolts at first. As soon as he adapts to those jolts, we will increase the length and the voltage of them. Now, have you ever felt these points of resistance, while turning a generator around? For example, this little dynamo, this generator on a bicycle, that is providing electricity for your illumination in the dark? Have you ever turned the little wheel of such a thing around? Have you noticed these points of resistance? Well, you should try to turn the thing around as slowly as possible now, so that you can feel each point of resistance. And each time you will be going beyond this point, our Don here, will feel a little jolt in his eggies!"

You are still jerking off and trying to transform your little British rainworm to a stiff dick. But you are too frightened to be able to get a hard one. Joannie moves the handle of the generator very slowly. "I'm near to a resistance point now" she says. The moment she goes beyond it.

You are pulling your tied up feet upwards some more and I hear how you make a sound like "FFFSSSSSJJJ."

"Isn't that a pleasant feeling in your ovals, Don? I ask, while I'm entering the buzzing vibrator deep into my love tunnel.

"Again Joannie. Give the thing a full slow turn now." You are pulling your legs up harder now. But you can't get rid of the leather straps holding them to the floor.

"Oehhhhhhssssjjjj," you say. I wonder how this must be - feeling electricity travel through your balls with the speed of light and searching to bite merciless in every nerve ending that can be found in them! It must be hot! And no nerve ending can escape. The needles are inserted in your nuts in the most efficient way, namely in the length direction of them! I bet your balls are on fire to every last cell of them, the moment Joannie is turning the generator around. And she only did it very slowly! I'm curious what will be the effect if she will be doing it with some more speed. I'm also wondering how it must feel in your ass. That must be a big thrill as well! Ohhhh, there is my orgasm.... I'm shaking on my chair, moving my legs to one another a bit and spreading them again, while rotating my ass on the bottom of the chair. AHHHHHHH, this is GREAT! I never thought that electrical games could be THIS funny! As soon as I have enjoyed my orgasm to the last contraction, I tell Joannie to give the generator two turns at once, and to do it a little bit quicker. She is GIGGLING all the time! I can see on her face that she is enjoying the party as well.

"Let your ball lightning Goddess serve you again," she says. And I see how she is turning around the generator two rounds.

"Noooohhhh, please…” you scream. I can see tears in your eyes. Is this really causing so much pain?? Oh you poor males! What a danger to have such vulnerable organs dangling defenseless between your legs! Your cock is still small and an erection is further away then ever.

"I think Don is forcing us to get serious now, Joannie. His cock resembles the cock of a little baby. He is doing no effort at all for us, while we are flashing for him. That's not fair. So turn around the thing some rounds and do it with more speed.”

You are trying to make your cock grow, by jerking of quicker. You are doing an effort to avoid the next series of jolts cutting their painful way through your malehood. But you don't succeed. You are stressed too much and you are too frightened. What a giggle to see you so helpless and to see you suffer! Isn't this amazing, Joannie is turning around a little handle on a field telephone and that is enough to bring you in an indescribable agony! The moment Joannie is starting a series of 15 rounds, I have another orgasm. The vibrator is digging itself deeper and deeper in my cunt. What I see now is just unbelievable! While another arrow of electricity is entering your sensitive Samba dancing stones, I can see spasms in the lower part of your body.

Your face is looking as if you are trying to get rid of some hard shit out of your ass without success. You are pulling your legs all the time. And the electricity is making your knees going inside and outside again, in a strange and speedy repetitive way. You are acting as if you were having a fever. You are trying to soften up the pain by turning your ass around and by trying to sit in another position. But you can't move that much, because we tied up you well. You are screaming it out. There seems to come no end to this torturing series of 15 generator rounds! She is not even turning the handle around fast yet! It is still going rather slowly!

Joannie is giggling. "I can't hold my pee any longer" she says. The moment I'm looking to her, I can see how she starts peeing. I can hear the yellow fluid falling down on the floor.

"Oh you filthy girl, look what you are doing. You are messing up the whole place and your skirt is wet" I say to her!

"I'm sorry, but watching this electrical game is so hot. I couldn't help it. But it's great to let your pee go, while being aroused as I am. You should try it for yourself!" she replies with a smile on her face. I always knew Joannie is NAUGHTY, but in reality she always turns out to be WORSE than you thought that was possible, even in your wildest fantasies.

The whole thing is SOOO arousing - watching you suffer ball pain, watching Joannie pee right where she is sitting... The vibrator brings me another orgasm. And again I'm enjoying the pleasure to the very last contraction, while moving my ass around at the bottom of my chair. I want to try to turn the handle of the field telephone myself now. I'm curious how that is like!

"Let's change places, Joannie,” I say, while handing over the vibrator to her. "But be kind enough to take your own chair with you. You don't expect me to land down with my clean ass in your pee, do you?" Joannie giggles again. We both take our chair and change places. I see how Joannie is sitting down again, and how she spreads her legs wide open. The lower part of her pussy hair is still a bit wet because she has been peeing. She didn't have the chance to clean it up with some toilet paper. Oh my, she is SOOO WICKED!!

"What did you do with my vibrator Monique,” she asks. "It has a smell on it that I'm not recognizing as my own smell." I giggle. She turns the motor on, and she is entering the thing in her cunt. I can hear how the vibrator is making love to her cunt and how it is moaning like a satisfied little cat.

"Don, you should realize that Joannie here is in fact nothing more than a BIG chicken! She has a big mouth, but she is not bold at all, as a matter of fact. No, she is just a chicken. She probably didn't even dare to turn this generator around for you with a decent speed. She did only dare to do is slowly for you. Now you had better be aware of the fact that I'm DIFFERENT! You should know that I'm the bold one of us and that I won't show any mercy. Either you are going to ejaculate for us NOW or I'm going to fry your eggs with the help of this wonderful device here. I will turn around the thing on and on. I won't stop. I will develop as much speed as I can, to make the electric tension increase to a point that it becomes unbearable in your balls! And I'm having no problems at all if this will be making me sweat like an American plantation slave on a hot summer day. I'm not lazy, and I love to take a bath!

Joannie is finding my words arousing. She is laughing out loudly. And she says to me, "No Monique, YOU are a chicken! You are even afraid to show yourself naked in front of an open window in your hotel room, if you are on vacation in Germany. You don't dare to flash for all those cute German guys! THAT's what I'm calling a chicken!"

My turn to laugh out loudly! "Take your cock, or what’s left of it, in your hand again Don, and start jerking off again for us,” I say to you. Even before I have finished speaking I hear Joannie having an orgasm. I see how you are trying to get a hard one again. I can hear the "tick, tick, tick, tick" sound again, which is caused by the electric wires lifted up and falling down on the rhythm of your jerking movements. But you still are too afraid and too stressed to get a hard one.

"Be prepared for it Don,” I say to you. I'm holding the handle of the field telephone in my right hand, and I'm putting my left hand on the device itself. I'm turning the handle around slowly beyond the first point of resistance. I can see on your face that the telephone has delivered a tiny little electric jolt to your eggs again. And it's so amazing that even this very low voltage jolt seems to be very painful for you already.

"Monique, don't act like a chicken. Turn this thing around properly," Joannie says. Suddenly I start to turn around the thing with some real speed and I'm turning it around several times, while watching your reaction. You are squealing now. A high smart sound is coming out of your mouth. Your eyes are closed, and your body seems to suffer an amazing series of spasms.

"Ejaculate for us, Don, or you will leave this room as an enough," I say to you. I'm giving you a little break. Not because I'm kind, but only to prevent you from kind of adapting to the electricity flowing through your balls. The wires are still "ticking" on the floor. You are still trying to jerk off. But it's impossible under these circumstances to get an erection again. While I'm starting another series of torturing rounds with the handle, I hear how Joannie is having another orgasm. You are spasming again and you are producing this high voiced scream of smart again. I don't stop turning the thing around this time. I'm increasing the speed for you. I see how you throw your head backwards in your neck, and how your face is in a cramping grimace. Your thighs are making little spasming movements. I got you so well this time that it's as if you can't breathe anymore. Your cock is still very small.

"Maybe we should connect an electrode to the top of his cock as well,” Joannie says.

"Good thinking, Joannie,” I reply. I take another piece of wire, and I connect it to the field telephone. I walk towards you. I squat down in front of you. I take your flabby dick in my hand, and I pull down your foreskin to be able to connect the wire to the naked purple top of your cock.

"Maybe Joannie is right, Don... Maybe we should stimulate your cock with electricity, to make you electro-ejaculate for us girls!" You look into my eyes and you seem to be too frightened and too tormented to say anything at all. I make sure the copper of the electric wire is attached very tight to the top of your cock. Then I return to the field telephone. I'm very curious about what is going to happen now. I start to turn around the handle of the field telephone again. I do it slowly. It hurts you like before. And you are moaning in grief. But after a few rounds with the handle... I see how your cock is swelling up to a real proud and stiff big monster! It's indeed working this suggestion of Joannie. I've always known she's a smart girl, you know! I wonder whether we will be able to empty your prostate for you. Joannie is giggling loudly know.

"See Monique, his shaft is rising to enormous proportions. I'm sure he will launch his load for us in only a short time now." I keep on turning the handle around.... It's so funny to see how you really are suffering a terrible pain in your balls, and how, simultaneously, the electricity that's now flowing through your cock as well, is forcing your cock to get stiff... I hear you gasping for breath. I hear you moaning... you are breathing faster, faster… I turn the thing around faster, faster, still faster, and then.... all of a sudden.... there it is... your silver-like male juice.... erupting out of your cock... like a big fountain... In quick spasming contractions... your cock is vomiting your sperm out of your body!

"You did it, Monique, you did it,” Joannie shouts with enthusiasm. She is laughing out loudly. "Oh my... what an amount of juice he produces! I've never seen a man deliver such a big amount at once,” she says. I keep on turning the handle... I want all of your juice! No drop of it is allowed to remain in your prostate! You keep on contracting and the amount of sperm that is coming out of your cock is now decreasing. I have the feeling I'm wringing the water out of a wheat towel... As soon as you don't have any sperm left to ejaculate... the electricity starts to get even more hurtful. The moment you faint... I stop turning around the handle.

I'm sweating all over my body now. I'm afraid I need a shower! Joannie and I leave the room to get a shower. While the warm water is fondling our bodies, we finger each other off. While enjoying the pleasure we give each other this way, we keep on giggling about what we just did to you. We both travel from one orgasm to the other one and to the next... and the next!

"It was great, Monique,” Joannie says. "But to tell you the truth, I prefer to cause male agony directly, with my hands, with my knee, with my feet. Electric games are fun, but the feeling of soft testicle meeting in your hands, the moment you are inflicting boy pain... that's even more fun." I think Joannie is right. But there is no other way to force a man to ejaculate in the process of torturing his balls. For that purpose electricity is required.

"Well Joannie, the next time we will pamper Dons balls in a more old fashioned way, all right?"

She doesn't reply directly. Oh.... she's having another orgasm...