By pur-angst
This is my first attempt at a story. Let me know what you guys think. It came about one night while online and a girlfriend of mine asked me to tell her a story.
Once upon a time, there was a young man, about twenty or so, suffering the indignities of college. Now I know what you are thinking, "that's every twenty year old guy I know, who is in college." Yeah well, this boy wasn't right in the head. He liked different things. Forbidden things. Like all young men, he was raised on the violent life media portrays. But the classic male dominance quality is one he never accepted. Perhaps this is because he was raised by him mom, mostly, or his dad was a poor role model, either way, we'll leave that to Freud. This young man watched all the movies, and saw how women were objectified and used, and he didn't like it very much. He knew women were something much more than objects and should be worshipped, not used. Alas, women were raised watching the same films and TV shows, and were thrust into submissive roles. The young man in question was determined to make these women feel in control and free.
One of the ways that this young man showed the women that they were better than men was showing them how to hurt men. In fact, this guy liked being hurt by women. Not just a slap to the face or a punch in the gut. He liked to be kicked in the balls. He felt that allowing women to attack this most vulnerable part of his body allowed them to feel control. For the most part, it worked; however, many women would not hurt this nice young man. They had been taught by their dominated mothers and fathers that it was a bad thing to do. They were taught that it was only okay to put a man "in his place" if he were abusing or raping her. This young man's goal was to show them that violence doesn't always beget violence. Sometimes men need to be "put in their place" for simple things. Men, as a whole, this man decided, were poorly trained and thought they were God's gift to women. Women needed to be told and shown that men were not God's gift to them. Women are indeed god's gift to men. Even in the young man's formative years, the good old high school days, he had these ideas of female domination in his mind. At first he wasn't sure about these feelings. Of course they didn't seem normal, so he was quiet about them. The first few girlfriends he had were okay with his ideas of female dominance, but he never told them about how he liked to be hurt. He didn't think it was acceptable. But later on, he became more open about it, discussing it with his friends, and even some strangers.
Many of the girls he told about his ideas or asked to kick him in the groin were squeamish about it; they had all been told that it was wrong. Besides, he was a very sweet boy and they didn’t want to “hurt” him. Few women agreed to hurt him, even though they were nervous about causing serious damage. The young man was amazed by their reactions. When the girls realized that a solid kick to the balls or a strong grab and twist of the nuts didn't cause him to fall to his knees and puke like in the movies, they became fascinated by it. Some refused to do it in excess, as he had told them he "enjoyed it" to get them to do it and they didn't want to give him that sort of pleasure, a step in the right direction. The women were denying him pleasure, but it wasn’t exactly what the young man had hoped for. Others were okay with it; they liked being able to take their aggression out on a male target, without having to feel guilty about it. These women fueled the young man's fire and he was determined to find more women "practice" self-defense of sorts on him.
The young man actually did enjoy the act of being hurt, but it wasn't an immediate sexual enjoyment; it was a feeling of being controlled by women, being put in his place. The young man felt he owed the women of society the opportunity to inflict pain and control him as they had been mistreated, controlled, and dominated in the past by men. However, it got to the point where the young man could not enjoy himself with a woman unless she was dominating him. His favorite fantasy had become something that would make most men cry for their moms. He wanted to find someone to torture him, use him and ultimately… castrate him. Knowing the last part was a bit extreme; he would have to let that go. He didn’t necessarily want to; a man is more capable to serve women without his pesky balls and the ever-annoying sex-drive that comes with them.
The scene is as follows: he is tied spread eagle to a four-poster bed, naked. A woman wearing a robe and nothing else circles him and teases him for hours to the point of climax, never allowing him to orgasm. When she tires of this, she straddles him, squeezes his balls into her vagina, one by one, and places an elastic band around the base of his scrotum to prevent them from slipping out. The woman then, for a lack of a better word, fucks his balls, squeezing them with her pelvic muscles, ultimately hurting him with her pussy, her womanhood. After giving herself several orgasms with his nuts, she sits up on her knees and slowly lifts herself up, taking his balls with her. Slowly they begin to slide out, hurting the whole time, coming out with a wet *pop* sound. Then, the woman turns around in a sort of sixty-nine position, and smothers the man with her soaking pussy, ordering him to lick like he's never licked before. As an incentive, she grabs the young man by the balls and squeezes them when he's not doing his job. Finally, when she's done with him, she smacks his balls soundly and repeatedly, finally rewarding him with an amazing blowjob, snowballing him when she's done. Granted, the whole scene is a bit extravagant, but he was bound and determined to make it happen.
While in college, the young man went to various parties, looking for women who needed to be freed and allowed to control someone for the night. His one-night-stands were something different altogether and he always came prepared with his handcuffs. He preferred girls who were sober, but the intoxicated women were easier to talk to and convinced with ease. The young man and woman would find some place that was more or less private, and he would guide her, showing her how to knee a man and how to grab someone’s balls through the pants. The handcuffs were for the women to use on him, if they didn’t trust him. Quite frequently, the night ended with the two falling asleep together, the young man handcuffed and the woman holding his balls after she had forced him pleasure her for hours.
After a long while of party hopping, he met an amazing girl. She was nearly perfect, and she felt very similarly as he did. The night had been getting late, and he was just about to write this party off when he playfully smacked the ass of one of the women. The woman pulled him close and whispered, “you’d better watch yourself,” into his ear. He played innocent and asked her why, and she led him into a vacant room, and told him her story.
She had kicked men in the balls before, in high school, when they would tease her, and she didn’t feel bad about it at all. Once, in high school, when a boy grabbed her ass, she turned around, grabbed him by the balls and dragged him into the women's restroom. She pinned him up against the wall, cupped her hand over his mouth (not that he could say too much...) and whispered into his ear, "if you say anything about this, I will press sexual harassment charges, you got me?" He nodded that he understood. Then, to thoroughly teach him his lesson, she kneed him three times in the balls. Later, she told the young man, she found out she had ruptured his left testicle, which had to be removed. The young man couldn't believe his luck; he had struck gold. This woman was perfect for him. After hearing all this, he came clean with her and told her about everything.
She was very receptive, and incredibly willing. It took very little effort to get her to kick him, although she didn’t mind hurting men, she liked this young man and she was nervous after half-castrating the one boy. Still, the young man kept his fantasy to himself, the relationship was young yet; he didn't want to scare her off. Over the period of the relationship, the two bought toys off the internet, ball stretchers, chastity devices, gates of hell, etc. He was very impressed; he had bought toys before, but all the previous girlfriends freaked out when he asked them to use them. The only thing that was "universally" accepted, were his Smith and Wesson handcuffs, which are pretty standard and mild as far as kink is concerned. This girl was actually willing to shop and buy things for him. Her thoughts were that if she bought the toys then she had the right to use them, even if he did not want her to. Her favorite toy was the locking ball stretcher. Not too much of a stretcher, just a one inch band, small enough to be worn comfortably for days and kept his balls in a nice tight package, so she could hurt him with the slightest touch, which she did quite often, embarrassing the young man in public, quite frequently. And the device locked, so he was completely in her control, and constantly reminded who was superior.
As a man who worshipped women, he loved to please them. In fact he *loved* to go down on women, he even preferred eating women to getting head. His girlfriend (they were officially together now) *loved* to be eaten as well, and she loved forcing men to eat her. One day, when she was sitting on his face, he guided her hands down to his groin, hoping to live out some of his fantasy. She began stroking his cock, which was not exactly what he intended, but he wasn't about to argue. Then, out of nowhere, she slapped his locked up balls with an open hand. The young man attempted to curl up into a ball (there are just some instincts/reactions you can't get rid of...) but she was sitting on his face, so it was a failed attempt. He sort of asked her what that was about, speaking as clearly as he could with his face buried in her pussy. She replied, telling him that she was not about to please him, this was *her* time. She slapped him again, for reacting to the blow, and cuffed his hands to the corners of the bed, to prevent it from happening again. The young man was in heaven; it seemed as though his fantasy was partly coming true.
He had stopped licking on account of being so stunned and blissful and he realized she was squeezing his balls very roughly. Immediately, he began licking as best he could, while occasionally receiving a strong squeeze from the woman. Finally satisfied, she gave his balls one last slap and un-cuffed him and laid down next to him. The man was at a loss for words, he just held her close, and whispered his fantasy in her ear.
She just smiled and said, "I knew you'd like it." The young man was definitely in heaven. He got up straddled her and kissed her all over. He rubbed his cock on her thigh and belly; he was so incredibly aroused and couldn’t really control himself. Eventually, his dick found its destination and he put it inside her, hoping to get himself off. The woman reacted quickly and violently, rolling him over onto his back, removing his dick from inside her, and kneed him rather hard in his constrained balls. She told him that if he ever thought about doing that again, she would cut his balls off and fry them. She would be the only one in the relationship to initiate sex. The young man nodded meekly and she slapped his balls hard, once again mounting his face, ordering him to please her. To be fair, she finally gave him a blowjob, relieving his sexual tension. Then she kissed him and pushed his cum into his own mouth, causing him to gag. "Thank you," he said quietly.
Life went on normally for a month or so after this incident, having fucking around as usual, but nothing as amazing as what happened that night. The young man came back to his room one night after his class, and found his girlfriend sitting, waiting for him in a black and white checkered robe.
"Strip," she said, and he obeyed. He walked over to her, completely naked and she reached up and pulled him down to his knees with his balls. She spread her legs and moved his face into her lap; the young man licked happily, loving the taste of his girlfriend’s vagina. She grabbed his constrained balls and got out of her chair, pulled him to his feet and led him to the bed. Then she pushed him down onto the bed, violently slapped his balls, handcuffed him to the headboard and shackled his legs to the end of the bed. "Time to live out your fantasy, babe," she whispered in his ear.
She sat next to him on the bed and kissed him, forcing a pill of Viagra into his mouth. After watching him swallow it, she straddled him and began fucking him, slowing down when the young man's breath got shallow, a telltale sign he was about to orgasm. She kept this up for a solid half-hour, waiting for the Viagra to work its magic and, of course, not allowing him to orgasm until she had had at least three herself. Finally, she let the young man climax. She pulled herself off his cock and mounted his face, ordering him to lick up and suck out every last drop of his come. She grabbed his balls, gave them a rough twist and squeeze and said "all of it," squeezing harder for added emphasis.
She pleased him for hours, and hurt him as well… thank god for Viagra. When she was through teasing him and he had a record case of blue balls, it was her turn to be pleased. She unlocked her ball stretcher and let his balls free for a just a little bit. She applied a healthy amount of KY to his balls and slid them into her warm pussy, one at a time, as it was not large enough for both of them. When they were secure, she locked the ball stretcher in place and began fucking the hell out of his balls, bouncing up and down and contracting her vaginal muscles, squeezing the life out her captured jewels. She had given herself another two orgasms by the time she decided to stop and slowly pop the balls out of her pussy. The young man writhed in pain; the pain was incredible, and all being inflicted by her womanhood. The woman pulled her jewel case off the nightstand and placed a healthy amount of Ben-Gay in it before locking the young man's cock and balls in it. She then kissed the tip of the jewel case and the young man's forehead before turning around and pushing her pussy into his face. The young man had never seen her so wet before, it was incredible; he licked her with an amazing fervor, as if someone were holding a match under his groin, oh wait, that's just the Ben-Gay. After having three more orgasms, the woman got up and removed the jewel case. She stroked his rock-hard cock (Viagra or testosterone, you decide...) making the Ben-Gay burn even more and once again stopping when at the approach of climax. The young man usually didn't mind blue balls, but they were really starting to hurt now. Slowly the woman cleaned off his penis and "washed" it with a Handi-Wipe, careful not to let the man come.
When she was satisfied, she resumed her position on his face and squeezed the life out of his balls, encouraging him to do his job. Again, she was still amazingly wet, and she tasted incredible, he couldn't recall her ever tasting *this* good before, she was turned on like he had never seen her before. An hour later, the woman allowed him to stop; he was exhausted, and his balls hurt like hell, not being able to keep up with her needs for the last forty minutes or so. And he was still hard, god-bless Viagra. Then, she dropped the bomb.
"I am going to go down on you for twenty minutes, or until you come, whichever happens first. If you come, I *will* castrate you." the young man froze like a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car. The slightest touch could make him shoot his load; there was no way he would last twenty minutes.
He looked pleadingly into her eyes, and said, "No, please, I can't do it."
She grabbed his balls and squeezed, "I know. That’s the point." The young man was helpless. He begged, but she just said no, besides, he'd be able to devote his full attention to her needs now, she said.
"Quickly or slowly?" she asked.
"Quickly, please."
"Slowly it is," she said, with a wicked glint in her eye. The woman set the timer for twenty minutes and got down to business. Five minutes into it, the young man was gasping like a fish on land, struggling to hold it at bay. The woman slowed down, realizing she had a good ten minutes left to torment him, letting him think he might win this battle. The timer got down to four minutes, twenty seconds and the man was sighing with relief, thinking he could make it. The woman stopped and looked at him, sneering evilly. She stopped for a full minute, and then went down again. She grabbed his balls in her hands and rolled them around slowly, then squeezed them really hard. She finished him off with about twenty seconds to spare. She looked up at him, smiled evilly and kissed him, forcing him to swallow his own semen. Realizing what was going to happen, he begged her to let him keep his balls. She shut him up by straddling his face.
"I’ll let you keep one, for another time, if you can make me come in five minutes." Again, she set the timer and enjoyed the feeling of the young man's tongue on her clit. The young man was eating her out as if his life depended on it and perhaps it did. Sucking her clit, licking her lips, and sucking on them, pushing his hard tongue inside of her. The timer went off, and the young man's morals collapsed in defeat. The woman wrapped her hand around the base of his balls and punched them as hard as she could.
"Did I tell you to stop?” The young man jumped and began licking with renewed energy, thinking that it was perhaps an S&M game. The woman bent down and took the man's balls into her mouth. She sucked them and rolled them around in her mouth, softly biting them. She took his left nut between her molars and slowly increased the pressure until it was about to burst, releasing her death-grip at the last second, moving on to his right nut.
She did this for about five minutes, causing the young man to freeze every time she got close to finishing the job. She manipulated both his balls between her teeth and slowly began squeezing them, doing the same thing to both balls. It was empowering, hearing the young man sigh with relief, each time she let up on the pressure. She began closing her jaw again and stopped half way, letting up on the pressure slightly. She waited to hear him sigh in relief, and then violently bit down, popping both of the young man's testicles. The woman cried out and had an amazing orgasm, flooding the young man’s face with her vaginal fluids. The young man passed out after “drinking” her juices when the pain hit him with its full force.
The young man woke up to see her smiling, inches in front of his face. He mumbled something and she affirmed his fears by leading his uncuffed right hand down to his groin, where his balls no longer had a clear and distinct spherical shape.
"Was it good for you?" the young man smiled weakly. The woman reached behind her, grabbed his destroyed, yet still sensitive balls and squeezed his sac, twisting it slowly in her strong hands, until he passed out again. His penis, amazingly, was still hard. When he woke up, she lowered herself onto his dick. He was amazed that he could still feel the pleasure. The woman was shocked when she realized he was about to come, even without his functional testicles. She got off him, and finished him off, in her mouth. She snowballed him for the last time.
