ball busting

Please note, this is a cuckold story



I had stupidly made a pass at my wife’s friend, Claire, the week before when she was round at our house for drinks with my wife. When I say ‘stupidly,’ I mean it was both drunkenly clumsy as I’d been out the dating game for quite a while and it was never going to happen, especially when my wife was only in the bathroom upstairs. When she’d told me to get lost I’d begged her not to tell my wife. Thankfully, she hadn’t said anything that night but I was worried she would say something and I had fretted about it all week although if she had, my wife hadn’t let on. Claire was coming up again tonight as they were both going out for a few drinks at a nearby club.



I’d had the hots for Claire from the second I’d set eyes on her. I think every guy did. She was one of those women who knows she’s hot — sexy as hell, with a fabulous body and even more fabulous tits. On top of that, she was stunningly gorgeous. Completely out of my league but a guy can dream. Not that my wife was ugly by any means. She wasn’t. She could pull just about any guy she wanted if she tried. It’s just that Claire was super hot and very, very sexy.



I could hear the usual pleasantries when she arrived as her and my wife complimented one another on how they looked.



“Hiya!” Claire said as she entered the living room.



“Hi,” I replied, feeling embarrassed.



My wife followed Claire into the room. “We’re heading down the club. Shouldn’t be too late.” She came over to give me a kiss goodbye. “Want to have a threesome with me and Claire tonight?” she whispered in my ear.



I thought I was hearing things.



“Sorry? What?!”



“Want to have a threesome with me and Claire tonight?” she said louder.



I stared at my wife, then at Claire, shocked. Claire nodded.



“Really,” Claire said.



“Really,” my wife said as well.



“What? For real? A threesome? With you and Claire?” I tried to disguise my rabid excitment.



“Uh. Yeah.” was all I could say. “Are you sure?”



“Oh, we’re sure,” they replied in unison.



“Great!” I said, stunned, “After the club?”



“Yep. When we get back,” my wife said. “To make sure it goes as smoothly as possible I’ll text you as we’re leaving. I want you to be naked when we get here so there’s no silly awkwardness. It’ll be strange enough but I think that’ll kick things off better. Okay?”



“Okay!” I replied, a hard-on growing in my pants.



My wife leant forward to kiss me and patted my growing stiffy through my trousers. “See you later.”



With that, they left.



I was flabbergasted. I wondered if my wife was simply fullfilling my fantasies having taken pity on me or if Claire actually fancied me and just wanted to fuck me without doing it behind my wife’s back. I wondered which one had suggested it. My hard-on had fully developed.



The evening seemed to drag on forever. It didn’t help that I kept checking the clock every five minutes wondering when they would get back from the club. Nervously, I knocked back several shots of rum to try to calm myself. The last thing I wanted to do was let nerves get the better of me and miss out on my chance to fuck Claire!



Eventually my phoned beeped at 11.30pm and my heart skipped a beat. This was it! I was getting to fuck Claire and have a threesome with her and my wife! I checked the text I had received from Kate. “Cumn soon.” was all it said.



“Did that mean they would be here soon or did that mean they were going to leave the club soon?” I wondered. As it was only a ten minute walk from the club to our house I decided not to take any chances and immediately set about taking my clothes off. Not that I had much on in the first place. I’d had two showers during the evening just to try and distract myself for a while, so I wasn’t wearing much. Twenty minutes went by, then thirty. Finally, around forty five minutes after the text I heard keys in the front door. “Please be a threesome, please be a threesome,” I chanted to myself, afraid that one or both of them had chickened out.



To my relief, excitement and a little embarrassment because I was naked, I heard both my wife’s voice and Claire’s. “Oh God, don’t be a joke, don’t be a joke, don’t be a joke,” I continued my internal chanting. Claire came through to the living room first, clearly on the tipsy side. My wife tumbled after her.



“Haha!” Claire said. “He’s naked!”



My wife burst out laughing.



“Aw god,” I thought, “they were winding me up. They just wanted me to be naked for giggles when they got here.”



I picked up my underwear.



“What’re you doing?” asked my wife, slurring her words slightly, “I thought you were up for a threesome with me and Claire?”



“You mean it’s for real? I thought you’d been winding me up when you both burst out laughing.”



“If you’re up for it, we are,” Kate said.



“Yup!” said Claire, laughing.



Kate cupped Claire’s left breast and began massaging it. “See.”



My cock suddenly forgot its nervousness and sprang into life. By the time Claire began stroking my wife’s tits in return, my cock was rock hard.



“Haha! Oh look! He likes that,” Claire said to Kate, nodding in the direction of my hardon.



I stood up to join in, my cock bouncing as I did so. They both stopped what they were doing.



“What’re you doing?” Kate asked.



“Uh, I was going to join in.”



“He’s so impatient!” snapped Claire.



“Patience, dear, patience. We have to set some ground rules first,” Kate said.



“Uh, like what?” I said, immediately backing off, afraid of upsetting either of them and unwilling to wreck my chances.



“We’re going to do everything,” Kate said, smiling.



“Great!” I replied.



“No. I mean, everything,” she repeated, emphasising the last word.



“Okay,” I said, clearly unsure of where this was going.



“I mean, I told Claire she could shove a dildo up your arse. That kind of everything. She’s never done it before.”



“I’ve wanted to try that on a guy for years just to see what it’s like,” Claire added, “but I’ve never dated anyone that was up for it.”



“You told her?!” I asked, incredulous that my wife had broken our confidence. My cock immediately headed southwards.



“We tell each other everything,” she replied, unconcerned. “Don’t worry, she wont tell anyone.”



“Not a word,” Claire slurred slightly, “Your secret’s safe with me,” she continued, tapping her nose with her finger.



“I told her the first time we did it,” Kate stated, matter-of-factly.



Claire nodded. “Yup.”



“You mean you’ve known all this time?” I asked her, my jaw dropping.



“Yup,” she nodded again.



“Um, okay… um, um, I guess, I think, I…”



“She knows all about your pervy dominatrix fetishes as well,” Kate added.



“She what?!”



Claire nodded again. “Yup, I do. Bad boy.”



Both of them fell into peels of laughter.



“Oh, come on. If you’re going to take the piss…”



“Oh, don’t be like that. It was funny, that was all,” Kate admonished.



I smiled. “Yeah, I suppose it was.”



“She also knows about your little ‘pussy worship’ fetish.”



“Can’t wait to try that one out!” Claire said, “Hardly any of the guys I go out with will even go down on me never mind do it right! From what Kate tells me, you’re very, very good at it.”



“I do my best,” I replied, flattered, already really looking forward to eating Claire out. My dick began to stiffen again.



“Are you getting a hardon at the thought of licking me out?” asked Claire.



My cock surged upwards.



“Em, yes.”



“Bad boy.”



Both of them laughed again.



“Right! I’ll get the mood set,” Kate said. At that, she headed through to the kitchen and began getting drinks organised. “Light some candles!” she shouted through. Once everything was arranged to her liking, Kate sat down beside Claire on the sofa leaving me to return to my armchair.



“You’re not allowed to kiss Claire,” she said. “And you can only touch one of us if we give permission first. Basically, you’re our slave and you have to obey everything we say!”



My cock really jumped at hearing aloud that I would be dominated by two women at the same time. I’d fantasised about it for years, even more than I’d fantasised about an ordinary threesome with two women. My heart pounded in my chest.



Both of them were wearing matching thigh-length high-heeled boots, similar short skirts and sexy tight tops. Claire’s fabulous tits stretched the material of her white top really, really tight and I could see her nipples poke through from underneath her bra.



“So, slave,” Kate said, “on your knees and crawl over here.”



My heart leapt in my chest as I slid off the chair and crawled over towards them both.



“Kiss my feet!” Kate commanded.



I did as she instructed and began to kiss the toes of her high-heeled boots.



“Kiss MY feet!” Claire barked.



I switched to kissing her feet, savouring the moment. It was my every fantasy. I was looking forwards to fucking Claire after she had dominated me. I’d fantasised about doing just this for a long, long time and now it was coming true! I couldn’t believe my luck! Kate got up from the sofa while I was kissing Claire’s feet and walked behind me.



“Get up on your knees and open your legs. I want to see your balls dangling.”



I did as she instructed, never once removing my lips from the delicious task of kissing Claire’s high-heeled boots. Suddenly, an explosion of pain erupted from between my legs as Kate kicked me hard in the balls. I dropped to the floor like a stone, crumpled.



“Like I said, we’re going to do everything. That means anything we want, slave. Your balls are ours to do with as we please.”



“Owww!” I groaned, “What the fuck?!”



Kate and I had experimented with different types of female domination scenarios before, including ball busting to try it out after seeing it on the internet but to be honest it was way too fucking painful and I wasn’t keen to ever repeat it. I did however, get the impression Kate had quite enjoyed it.



“We can stop if you want,” Kate said.



“Oh yeah, stop. Too sore,” I said, relieved this wasn’t going to be part of the evening.



“No, I mean stop everything. Claire goes home and I go to bed type stop. You either let me kick you in the balls again or it’s over for the evening.”



“Fuck! What a dilemma!” I thought, “Getting my balls kicked into next week or give up on the chance to fuck Claire and wave goodbye to the threesome!”



“Well? What’s it to be? Stop? Or keep going? If we keep going, you just have to take it and not complain. Your choice.”



“Keep going, but not so hard,” I groaned, “and don’t forget those things are really sensitive.”



Kate laughed. “I know. Get back on your knees and open your legs.”



I did as she ordered.



“Kiss my feet!” Claire said.



Claire kept one foot on the floor while I kissed it and ground the pointed heel of her boot into my back as I bent over to do as she said.



Another explosion of pain erupted between my legs as Kate kicked me in the balls again. Once more, I fell to the ground. By the time I had regained some of my composure they had swapped places. Now Claire was behind me and Kate was instructing me to kiss her feet. She too, drove one of her pointed heels into my flesh.



“Open your legs!” Claire commanded from behind me.



“Oh my God! Claire’s about to kick me in the balls!” I thought. Almost before the thought was fully formed and certainly before I was ready for it, Claire thudded her pointed toe between my thighs and into my scrotum and I collapsed to the floor for a third time.



“Bullseye!” Claire laughed.



“Get up, loser!” Kate sneered.



“I can’t take any more of that,” I groaned earnestly.



“Geeze, you’re no fun,” Kate said. “Okay, we’ll have to have some fun with you another way. Get up on your hands and knees so Claire can kick you in the balls again. Just once more. Claire has had one less kick than me.”



It was my absolute fantasy to be dominated, especially by Claire, indeed just being naked in front of her gave me a rush, but I wasn’t sure I could take another kick in the nuts.



“Get on your hands and knees so I can kick you in the balls again. And don’t keep me waiting!” Claire said sharply.



Hesitantly, I got onto my hands and knees, my nutsack dangling between my legs and felt the gentle brush of her suede boots as she teased me with her toe. I steeled myself against the inevitable pain-fire that was about to erupt from my groin. A few seconds went by and then I felt it — a sickening thud as she kicked me really, really hard in the balls and I instantly fell to the ground in a crumpled mess, clutching my groin and groaning loudly.



“That was fun,” Claire said. “I’ve often felt like kicking guys in the balls but I’ve never done it for real,” she added with a smile. “You really get a feeling of power seeing them hanging there just before you kick them, don’t you?” she said to Kate.



“Yeah, it’s all he deserves anyway,” Kate said. “I’ll pour you a drink, slave. You can have it when you’re feeling better.”



Some ten minutes later I was just well enough to have my drink, a very large one. Desire had long since deserted my dick.



“Don’t keep us waiting too long,” Kate said, “I don’t care if it was sore. We’re not going to hang around all night.”



“Are you horny yet, Claire?” Kate asked her friend.



“Oh yeah,” she replied. “I could do with some attention.”



“Well slave, are you feeling well enough to give head?” Kate asked.



“Yes,” I replied, desire instantly returning to my cock at the thought of eating Claire out.



“Lay on the floor.”



I did as I was told and lay flat on the floor, my dick quickly stiffening despite the constant dull throb still coming from my balls.



“Does he always get a hard-on at the thought of licking you out?” Claire asked.



“Mostly,” Kate replied, “I hadn’t really thought about it. You can go first,” she offered, generously.



Kate beckoned Claire to straddle my face. Claire had at some stage removed her knickers and I could see her neatly trimmed snatch under her short skirt as she knelt over me with her back to my lower half. Above me I was utterly captivated by the huge mounds of her breasts and seeing her beautiful minge, all of which were in my line of sight all at once, as she positioned herself to sit on my face. Her firm, perfectly shaped legs disappeared under her short skirt to meet with her broad, generous hips. I reached up and gently grasped one of her beautiful tits. It felt like I’d always imagined it would – fantastic, and much bigger than my wife’s.



“Hands off!” she snapped.



“Did he touch you without asking?” Kate asked. “Kneel on his arms so he can’t move them.”



Claire quickly shuffled first one arm and then the other under her legs so I was pinned beneath her. Anticipation flooded my mind at the thought of driving my tongue into Claire’s pussy and giving her a proper seeing to. Secretly, I hoped it would be so good that she would want to come back for more in the future.



“You want to eat my pussy?” Claire asked, teasing.



I nodded eagerly.



“Fuck, he really does seem to like the idea, doesn’t he?” Claire said.



“Wait until he gets going,” Kate laughed.



I was almost delirious with excitment and anticipation.



“Oh, before you get busy,” Kate said, “I need to show you something.”



A short distance from my face, she held up her iphone which was playing a video. I struggled to get it into focus. On the small screen was what was clearly a toilet cubicle in some type of licenced premises. Within it, a guy was pumping for all he was worth at a girl perched on the cistern shelf. I noticed Kate and Claire staring at me to see my reaction.



“That was just before we left the club,” Kate stated.



“Not my best side,” Claire laughed.



Suddenly, the penny dropped. Claire was the girl in the video!



The guy on the small screen began grunting as it became obvious he was climaxing.



“We didn’t use a condom,” Claire said, “Still want to lick me out?”



I was utterly torn! Before me, ready to drop her pussy onto my face, was a woman who had been the forbidden object of my desire for a very long time and yet some guy had shot his load into her about an hour before. If I wanted to even try to make an impression on her so she would come back for more I would have to lick out her used vagina, with some guy’s spunk still swimming about in it!



“Looks like someone is having second thoughts,” Kate said. “Maybe better get off him, Claire.”



“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I thought to myself.



“No. I’ll do it,” I said aloud.



Claire must’ve been really horny because she didn’t waste any time in lowering her pussy towards my mouth. She pulled her short skirt up so she could watch as I mouthed her pussy lips. I was hesitant at first but having the glorious Claire’s pussy to eat out was not an opportunity I was going to pass up on, spunk-soaked or not and I pushed that part of things to the very back of my mind, trying to ignore it.



I began nibbling at her clit and darting my tongue into her. Frankly, I didn’t care if someone had just fucked her I wanted to eat her out so bad. After a few minutes I had settled into a nice rythmn, having noted the signals from Claire’s body as I probed her with my tongue, and she began to groan as an orgasm built inside her. I worked harder to bring her off, driving my tongue deep inside her and alternately working her clit. She ground herself down on my mouth as her climax rushed to fruition, grabbing my hair with her hands and working my head like a sex toy as she came. I felt the muscles of her vagina tense then, to my surprise and delight, felt her squirt into my mouth. I greedily gulped the liquid down and kept licking, eager to press home my advantage from her heightened state of arousal. Before long, she came a second time, squirting even harder into my mouth.



She rolled off, catching her breath. “Wow! That was good,” she said to Kate, sounding surprised.



Before I had time to draw breath Kate had mounted me in the same way as Claire had. She held up an iphone again.



“This is Claire’s iphone,” she said.



On the screen, what appeared to be a different guy, was also pounding away at a girl in a toilet.



“Did Claire do it with more than one guy?” I asked from my pinned position beneath Kate.



“Look again. Closer,” Kate said.



I strained to see who it was. A woman, being fucked by a guy in a toilet cubicle, appeared to be either trying to video herself or read a text message or something.



“Can’t you make it out? I’ll tell you. That’s me getting fucked in the toilets at the club. That’s when I sent you the text message. “Now you know what I meant by ‘Cumn soon,‘” she laughed.



I was horrified! Before I could say anything, Claire straddled my groin, grabbed my cock, and inserted the tip into her hot pussy.



Kate spoke to me, “We can stop now if you like?”



“But you cheated on me with another guy,” I protested, utterly torn by the knowledge my wife had just screwed another guy but also aware of the contradiction of what I was saying and what I was doing.



“You shouldn’t hit on my friends then, should you? Now you know why we kicked you in the balls. You so deserved that.”



“Fuck!” I thought, “Claire had told her after all!”



Claire had begun gently and rythmically moving herself on my cock; a little up and down with a simultaneous gyrating motion. I could hardly stand it such was my desire. My choice was to get to fuck Claire, or more precisely, lie there while Claire fucked me, but also eat out my wife who had just been fucked by another guy, or stop altogether. The bitches had played me well. They knew there was no way I would be able to stop at this stage. Kate dropped herself onto my mouth.



“Oh, and I didn’t use a condom either,” she said, grinding herself against my mouth.



I drove my tongue into my wife and licked for all I was worth, lapping furiously at her clit and driving my tongue inside her. A strange sensation overtook me as I realised I was actually enjoying the feel of her cum-soaked, used pussy on my mouth. I had thought when I was licking Claire out that the strange, unexpected enjoyment I felt was because I was licking her out specifically but now I realised I actually enjoyed licking used pussies!

The interview was the best I had ever had. The woman I was talking with was the Most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Her breasts were enormous, and she wore a tight dress, and choker necklace.



“Let me be clear, Pete, you are a perfect fit for this position!”



“Thank you Ms Friday, I must agree with you.”



“You will report directly to me,”



“Okay,”



“Okay? Okay what?”



“That I will be reporting directly to you.” I replied nervously.



“No, Pete. You do not understand, I demand total respect from my subordinates, Your answer was unacceptable. Yes Ma’am or Yes Madam, not just Okay! Do you understand?”



“Yes Ma’am!”



“Better, but I’ll still have to make a note of your offense.”



“But I do not work here yet?”



“Another unacceptable response, But you will. You do not want to see the consequences for not accepting my very very generous offer to you!”



“Yes Ma’am.”



“Don’t worry too much about my note taking, every Friday is retribution day.”



“Retribution day?”



“Yes, a day of atonement, so that every Monday your slate is clear and free. Now, sign here on your employment contract, and we can get started!”



Peter leaned forward looked and the multi page document on her desk. She spun it around and flipped to the last page, and pointed to where his signature belonged.



“May I be permitted to read this?”



“That’s three in less than 15 minutes, Peter; not a good start indeed! And to answer your question, NO! I have made you a VERY Fair offer! You will sign this document and begin your employment as my personal Slave ‘er assistant immediately!” She barked back in a very angry voice.



“Yes Ma’am,” Peter meekly responded and scrawled his name.



She immediately snatched up the contract, countersigned it then placed it inside her safe.



“Good. You are now my employee for the next 365 days, we will review your contract each year on your anniversary, now for your uniform. Please stand and remove your trousers.”



“What? My pants?” He replied aghast by her demand.



“That is 4, from this second forward you will refer to me properly, Yes Ma’am or Yes Madam, but I prefer Yes Mistress – you are allowed NO other response! Now strip off those pants before I must take punitive action with you!”



Pete was a little freaked out to say the least, but he dropped his trousers as commanded.



“Underwear too!”



“But….” he started, then “Yes Ma’am”.



“Much better see you can learn!”



She reached out and looped a length of rope about his testicles and tied it tightly, then placed his protruding testicles in a metallic mesh sock and synched it it snugly about them. Next, she put a metal band about the base of his hardening penis, and then another metallic mesh sack type bag that covered the head of his penis, and he could distinctly feel something entering his penis about 1.5 inches deep.



“There that should do it!” She clipped on several locking chains to keep everything secure then fastened several wires, then she fixed a belt around his waist, and locked it too about him.



“Now step out of your pants and remove your shirt, you are wearing all the clothing you will ever wear in this office!



“What is this? I demand that you remove this at….” His voice trailed off into a scream she she pushed a button a remote control. Peter screamed and dropped to the floor as the electrical current brutally coursed through his genitals.



“You WILL learn, Pete, or I can promise you that you will have the most painful genitals in all of Houston! This is the medium setting, there are 5 more above this.



“Please make it stop!” Pete begged rolling on the floor clutching his genitals.



“I cannot, you will receive the full 60 seconds of electricity, its clear to me that you will need a LOT of correction!”



Finally the pain subsided.



“Get up, and I will show you to your desk. And let me tell you that every woman in this office has a similar remote control, all of them are here to assist me in making you the Best Man you can be! Today is Monday, any time you feel this; she pressed another button which sent a pulse of electricity into only his testicles, you will know I want you. You will come immediately or suffer dyer consequences, I do NOT like to be made to wait! Do you understand?”



“Yes, Yes Ma’am”



“Here we are at your new desk.” She pointed to small table in the middle of the room. She pulled out the chair, and there was a dildo protruding from the center of the chair.



“What is that?” he said pointing to the dildo.



“This is your chair, now SIT!”



“I cannot sit on that!” His sentence trailed off into screams as his genitals erupted again in agony.



When it finally stopped, She said “Now are you ready to sit?”



“But I ….” again his balls lit up in pain….



Once more it eventually stopped, he heard snickering from all around the room…a crowd of women now gathered about him and his desk to watch.



He could feel himself turn bright red in embarrassment, he could also feel his cock hardening. His embarrassment was complete.



“Now SIT!” She commanded her finger poised over her remote control.



Several of the women began to laugh…



“It’s the smallest one we have!! It won’t hurt much!” Hahaha….



Peter positioned himself over the dildo, he could feel its bulbous head pressing against his anus.



“SIT! SIT! SIT!!” the office girls were chanting..



Pete, slowly began to lower himself onto the dildo, impaling his virgin anus. He felt someone’s hands on his shoulders and suddenly his butt cheeks impacted the the chair cushion, the dildo rammed home inside him.



“Look!!” One of the women screamed and pointed at Peter’s crotch…he likes it…he is hard as a rock!!” The crowed burst into laughter at his expense again.



A seat belt was thrown about his hips and clipped behind him, he was securely fastened into this torture device!



“One more little treat for you, my darling” Ms Friday said, as she turned on a switch at the back of the chair. Pete’s eyes widened, “Oh GOD!” he screamed as the dildo came to life stroking and spinning inside his asshole….his cock pulsed as his prostate was struck over and over again.



“One word of caution, my love, you had better not cum, that will cause a full force shock into your precious testicles that lasts 5 minutes!” She patted his head, Now get to work! This month you will be reviewing our office training videos, she flipped on the Monitor in front of him, and pushed the video button. The Movie began, it was a hard core training video teaching the Art of Fellatio! Peter could feel his cock pulse again! When was his last orgasm? He could feel his lust building, as the dildo continuously reamed his asshole, occasionally striking his prostate. As Ms Friday walked away. His eyes trailed after her, staring intently at her beautiful ass.



Scarcely 15 minutes later he felt a deep electrical pulse in his testicles, he knew this was Friday calling him. His first impulse was to stand which resulted in him falling back onto the chair seat ramming the dildo deeply into his body! Another pulse hit his balls, this one lasted almost twice as long as the other. Peter then began pulling himself along rolling his chair as he went. Then it hit him, he had NO idea where she was!! Another longer pulse hit his balls…an shriek jumped from his lips. He tried to hurry, the faster he tried to go the more brutal the dildo was inside his asshole…finally he reached her office door, turning the door handle he burst into the room.



“Who the FUCK gave you permission to enter my office!” Ms Friday scream at him.



She hit a button on the remote and his genitals lit up like never before, this time additional current was being emitted from deep inside his asshole!



“Get out of hear and wait til I ask you to come in!”



He tried to back paddle the chair out of the room as the electrical shocks were wrecking havoc on his genitals! Finally he reached the door and got to the other side and closed it behind him.



The Electrical pulses and shocks kept coming for another 15 minutes, finally she opened her door and invited him in.



“I can see you will be needing intense correction.”



“But Ms Friday?”



“What have I told you is your proper response to me?!” She screamed as she mashed another punitive button on the remote…lighting up his genitals…causing him to thrash about in the chair.



When it eventually stopped there were two other women in the room. In a flash, he was removed from the chair and bound arms and legs spread wide.



Mistress Friday stepped in front of him wearing a black and read leather corset, black gloves and a black mask, only her luscious eyes glowing through…In an instant the electrical devices were removed from this genitals, and they now swung free in the cool air, his cock involuntarily hardened.



“I can see you are enjoying your work here, Pete.” She said as she reached out her hand and gripped his testicles.



“Yes Ma’am”



Her grip tightened, when I am in leather its MISTRESS!” She said accenting the word with a brutal crushing squeeze and vicious pulling to his balls.



“Yes Mistress!” He screamed.



“Better…but you have MUCH to atone for today!” She Took a small cord and wrapped it about the neck of his scrotum, then wound it up his rock hard cock and tied it about his stomach pinning his rock hard cock to his belly, and thrusting his testicles forward.



She felt his bound balls, massaging them and mauling them, pulling them and twisting them extracting gasps of pain over and over and over….his rock hard cock never faulted, in fact a large glob of precum oosed from its opening.



“And I do enjoy men who like my work!” She said wiping the precum off his cock with her finger and depositing it onto his tongue.



Her first hit was head on…striking his swinging testicles sending them slapping up against his ass cheeks.



He moaned.



Another leather clad punch landed as they swung back forward adding their swing to the next hit.



The rhythm began…a slow and steady punching bag routine, never hitting so hard as to break him, but hard enough and consistently enough that his pain levels was rising up higher and higher, hit after hit her knuckles crashing into his exposed and vulnerable defenseless testicles.



He could do nothing to stop her, again and again her hits rained down on his helpless testicles…he could feel the pain level filling up his body, his stomach filled with it, he had to concentrate on releasing his muscles letting the pain waives flow through his body, then they reached his ribs…cramping in his ribs…then higher still, the strength of her hits began to increase steadily as the pain waives flowed into his shoulders and he let out a terrible scream of agony, but she did not stop, instead she slowed the rate of the hits, and slightly decreased the blows allowing his pain level to lower just slightly.



Sweat poured off his body, and the waives of pain flowed through him…through it all his cock stayed hard occasionally even throbbed. It was one of these throbs that caught her eye…



“My God he’s going to cum from these hits!” she thought to herself in total disbelief!



She began to cycle her hits rhythmically, and his cock began to throb almost on queue! She cycled the hits harder and harder…she then noticed his breathing change…deeper…holding his breadth as the hits would crescendo and then back down….again she increased the level of crescendo…closer to release he came….and finally the cycle of hits were off the scale he cock throbbed and then erupted sending a rope of cum four feet into the air and landed on the floor as another traced path and then still another….she stopped punching and gripped his balls with the first eruption, crushing his balls with all her might virtually forcing the cum from them with each of the pulses of orgasm.



Finally the cum stopped, she released her grip.



“CUT!” she cried out.



Peter opened his eyes, and it was then that he noticed the four video cameras aimed at his body..



“That should make us a fortune!” She sighed….as she strapped the electrical devices back onto this genitals.



A moment later Peter was released from the X frame device on the wall and he was placed back onto his phallic chair, the seat belt securely fastened about him, the dildo fully activated once more. A leaver was pulled on the chair and it was lowered almost to the floor. Mistress Friday was pushing him around to the back side of her desk, and then backing him into the Leg opening hole. A moment later Mistress Friday was resting her legs onto his back, and forcing his face into her hot wet sex.



“That simply HAD to be the hottest video I have ever made!!” She announced to the room full of co-workers. She leaned her head back sliding her chair slightly, “You will NOW show you undying appreciation for me and this Job…I do not need to tell you that failure is NOT an OPTION!”



The room erupted in laughter, as she slid forward into is face.



He tried to remember the video he was watching, he did NOT want to get punished!! After her third orgasm, she let him up for air, and looked in on him again. His cock was rock hard, and face covered in her scent.



“I need to pee, don’t you dare spill a drop!”



“Yes Mistress” he replied as she slid back forward toward him.



He latched onto her pussy as if his life depended on it, as she slowly released her golden fluid for his digestion. When she was finished, and he had licked her clean, she slid back once more..



“And what do you say?” She asked.



“Thank you Mistress” He replied.



“Very good, you will now be rewarded! But DON’T stop licking!”



He had no clue what she meant, but went back at his job with all the energy he could muster…slowly he could feel the electricity tingling up and down his cock and balls, small jolts into his prostate, slowly they increased…his cock throbbed and throbbed with the thousands of electric tongues that teased his swollen genitals. For a solid hour, he was rewarded as she was brought to orgasm after orgasm by his expert tongue.



When she was finished with him she hit the Medium Punishment button twice, he would receive a full 2 minutes of frying to calm him back down! After all she did not want him to cum until their next filming on Friday…yes this would be a very “hard” week for her new employee…

For amusement of the court, and to appall his foes, Prince Christian of Chrisylvania had required to be built a device of the devil that came to be called, “The Box.” More aptly, it might have been called “The Coffin,” for it took that shape, though standing on end and bolted to the floor. By opening a door at its back, the prisoner could be entered, and, when the door closed, almost immobile.



At the box’s front, at the level of man’s fork, was a hole of just two inches diameter. The padding within the box was so arranged that the prisoner’s body was held pressed forward, back arched, and hips thrusting. Out of hole jutted his private parts, the inner contours of the box being such that he was unable to withdraw those parts or move them to the slightest degree.



The prisoner, putting panic aside, perhaps, breathed easily, there being a current of air rising from holes in the box’s base and the floor below. The prisoner, however, stood in complete darkness, unseen, except for those parts energetically thrust into the room before him—his only representation to the world outside his prison. The privileged visitors to the inner palace room looked immediately to “see” the latest prisoner, although that was but his penis, testicles, and the hair surrounding them.



It was a cruel device, withal, and of a psychological refinement, leaving the most sensitive and private parts of a prisoner entirely vulnerable and at the whim of those he could not see and scarcely hear.



Deneen had come to appreciate this. In a wild mood, one evening. After carousing about the town with companions, he declared that he would put this notorious box to the test and so experience for himself, in some small way, what prisoners must feel. There was no denying wishes of the head of the prince’s personal guard and so, dismissing the remonstrance and jokes of his companions, all—both gentlemen and ladies—set off for the room, with many a jest and jeering threat.



Once there, his companions stripped him bare and inserted him into the box, so that, the door closing, he no longer heard the excited tittering of the ladies of the court or the ribald jokes of the gentlemen. Indeed, his sensations focused on the slight coolness of that one part of his body not enclosed in the box.



Deneen, a man of the fiercest bravery and valor, reported later the most terrifying sensations (and this from a man securely among friends) as, with all else in darkness, his body immobile, his every attention became focused on the parts now beyond his reach and control. These parts felt at once enormous, in being singled out and exposed, losing all proportion to the rest of his body, but also supremely vulnerable as he could neither protect himself, even by look or word, nor brace for a blow that he could not anticipate.



And yet, he stood in perfect physical comfort, his arched back supported at every point and even much of the weight taken off his feet as he stood in a frozen gesture of thrusting his hips forward.



Deneen had warned his companions against taking advantage of his position, and with much good humor they had made their pledges; but he realized, now, that he could not know who might set aside that pledge and have their way with him. Many there were in court who envied him, not least the reputation of his manhood’s size and virility; among many women there was a yearning, he knew, to experience that manhood.



The strange apprehension, near panic, that he felt caused him, after a few moments, to call for his release. This he did, but heard no reply from the world outside The Box. He began to imagine he had been deserted—or could it be that his voice could not be heard? Perhaps his companions, thinking it a fine jest, had gone off to continue their reveling, intending to return after Deneen had gotten a good fright? He began to sweat all over his body and to call out more loudly. Did they not realize that other visitors to the room, finding the box, would think it but the latest enemy of the prince and have their will of him? Or the palace guard, on its rounds, thinking it but a prisoner, amuse themselves?



With these imaginings, he felt his emotions escaping his legendary discipline. He thrashed his body to no avail, seeking to withdraw his dangling manhood into the box, when he heard, quite distinctly, the sound of people entering the room outside the box. In a moment, his body became rigid, braced for some unseen, unknown attack.



His companions gone, had some band of revelers come to see what misery they could inflict on the latest prisoner in The Box? Deneen ached now in every limb from the bow-string tension of every muscle. He felt his penis and testicles a huge and provocative excrescence in the outside world, dominating the room outside and all attention. He groaned inwardly. He longed from freedom of his hand to fly downward to cover himself.



At that instant, he cried out as he had not since childhood. A firm hand, he could not say if a man’s or a woman’s, had closed over his testicles. He suppressed yet another scream. The anonymous hand pulled his testicles downward, causing the head of his penis to emerge from its cowl of flesh, for he was uncircumcised. The pressure slowly continued and increased, so that his testicles were drawn right down, which had the effect of lengthening his already admirably long penis and exposing the head outside of the foreskin.



It was a gentle enough, but this manipulation of his privates by unknown hands caused Deneen’s stomach and thighs to quiver as though with a will of their own. He could imagine, outside the box, the young royal roustabouts and their girls grinning at his poor exposed parts and deciding, among themselves, what must be done to cause the prisoner the most acute grief.



Suddenly, though, the door at his back swung open, hands took his shoulders, and he was eased out of the box by laughing, chattering friends, who assured him he had been in the box for only several minutes, none had heard his cries, and certainly they had not left the room. But to his inquiry as to who had taken hold of his testicles, caused his moments of terror, his companions replied only with a knowing laughter. Nor did Deneen even discover whether the hand that “stripped” him of the very last garment over the private meat had been man or woman.



Deneen had not forgotten this experience when, most of a year later, a rumor went round the palace that the expeditionary force to Feroe, returning from its engagements with the barbarian tribes, had brought as prisoner a huge wild man, a chieftain, black as the depths but brave and terrible in battle, who had caused many casualties before his tribe was defeated and their leader marched away in chains.



In anger at this barbarian’s successes against his legions, but also to amuse the court, the prince had ordered the prisoner stripped naked and inserted into The Box. To do so, it was said, had cost five strong soldiers bruises and left one in care of the bone-setter. For the prisoner, seeing what his fate was to be, had fought like a mountain bear, laying about him with maiming kicks and butting with his huge head.



He had fought all naked, arms bound behind him, and the soldiers had summoned half a squadron to their aid before they laid him down, the captain’s hands in a murderous grip on his great black testicles. They then had lifted him bodily, three hundred or more pounds of muscle, and thrust him into the box, taking care—but with no gentleness—that his pubis thrust neatly and tightly through the display hole.



The bruised and battered soldiers would have taken a coward’s revenge on him, then, but for the discipline imposed by the captain, who himself sported a badly discolored eye.



The tale then swept about the palace of all the had occurred, gathering exaggerations as it went, till the lords and ladies in the entourage of the Prince clamored to see for themselves. Thus, after dining, that evening, more than a dozen ladies and gentlemen, all bedecked in finery, hastened to that private sector of the palace where The Box stood in a locked room. Deneen was not among them, being on duty that night, but later was regaled, and in much lascivious detail, with the tale of what occurred.



They entered all as a group, talking excitedly, laughing, the women blushing and protesting lack of interest. Led by Count Darcy, they clustered round the box and at once fell silent. Several moments passed, thus, until one of the ladies gave a shrill giggle, tinged with hysteria, and quickly clapped her hand over her mouth. Above the hand, her face flushed the deepest red. For out of the box, like some weird growth, projected genitals of truly heroic size, black as ebony, set in a riotous garden of black hair in tight small curls. The ample hole scarcely could accommodate the huge member, which hung in a great arc, fully 12 inches long and thick around as an eel. Below was the crinkled black basket of the testicles, bulging, and much to be envied by the horses in the prince’s stable.



All casually, and with great aplomb, the young Count Darcy stepped to the box and took hold of the defenseless parts, hefting them. He turned with a grin at the flesh that far more than filled his hand. More than one lady of the court turned away, perhaps in modesty, perhaps to bear no longer an imagining of what this manhood must do to any female body ravished by the barbarian chieftain.



From within The Box came a roar as of a beast awakened, so all the party recoiled; but the stout box did not move, for all the violent exertion within it, and the great penis and testicles remained placid, testifying to the helplessness of the occupant.



Count Darcy stood aside with a grin to display the prize he held in his hand, as though it were some perfect fruit in the marketplace. They crowded round, now, examining the hefty meat. “For once,” said Count Darcy, “the soldiers do not exaggerate! The man is an ox. I hold full two pounds in my hand. I have never seen its like.



Just then, the prisoner roared again his fury from within the box, some threat in an unknown tongue against his tormentors. So terrible was the cry, that Lady Errard stepped back and her face paled.



“Secure in The Box,” said Count Darcy easily. “But he does not take well to fingering,” he grinned and raised his eyebrows, “his prick…” a wild giggle from ladies of the court, “or these gigantic balls.” He went on, “The savages are possessed of every superstition and taboo as regards these matters. All of their intimacy is conducted in accordance with the most elaborate rules. You may not touch your lady but beneath the full moon…”



The lords and ladies all laughed at this, and seemed more at ease. Having delivered himself of this wisdom, the Count let drop the prisoner’s privates from his hand.



The Lady Bildoe, with the group that evening, as she often was, stared with a more than natural intensity at what protruded from the box. By then almost 50, she had the reputation at court of an old jade. No man of the court, from 18 to 70, lacked acquaintance with her arts. Most respected them; some had tired of them; but at almost 50 Lady Bildoe was handsome. Too many sins were recorded on her face, too many years of powders and waxes, but nothing could conceal the bones that lent the face its unequaled beauty and power. And, though marked with every excess, her large and pure blue eyes had not dimmed. She had taken care to grow more slender with each year, so that now her body seemed too thin, like the figure of a girl at 17, but her big bosom, strapped in place with the greatest finesse, yet stood forth with too much prominence.



Lady Bildoe had the sad reputation of hating every man who had made love to her and few ladies of the court could claim she did not share with them a knowledge of their husband. Thus, although her wealth and rank assured her a high place at court, she spent her days among those who had scant affection for her. This she knew, and grew bitter.



On this evening, she boldly approached The Box and, as she did, unclasped from her neck a string of exquisite pearls, as dazzlingly bright as the poor captive parts were dusky. With cocked head and frown of appraisal, as though judging an arrangement of spring posies, Lady Bildoe carefully wrapped the pearls around the whole affair that protruded from The Box, making several tight loops, her long fingers traveling through the thicket of curled black hair. The prisoner’s whole penis and testicles were grotesquely adorned in the pearl choker like the slender neck of a lady. At the same time, the bands caused the ample sac, squeezed at its base, to bulge and the skin stretch smooth. This made the great prick itself bulge and thrust off at a jaunty angle.



Thus satisfied, Lady Bildoe retreated a few steps to view her handiwork. The lords and ladies all clapped their approval. But Count Darcy nodded only slightly, gazing at the bejeweled flesh. At last he said, with a tone of approbation, that Lady Bildoe was clever indeed, and now that she had dressed her “little man” must make love to him.



“My Lady Bildoe,” he said, with a cordial smile, but no warmth, “I will make you a wager.”



The others glanced at Lady Bildoe with smiles that mingled apprehension but also gloating. For no one, for any reason, declined the sporting wagers of Count Darcy and remained at court. Nor was there one among them who would not risk life itself to avoid such exclusion.



Smiling broadly, with a glance at the gathered lords and ladies, Count Darcy said, “You will employ all your wonderful…arts,” and with this, he paused and grinned at the others, “to keep this manly engine in a state of the greatest tumescence for a full hour.”



Now wild giggles, quickly suppressed, arose from the ladies, who glanced not at all kindly at Lady Bildoe, who had begun to scowl in indignation. She would return not their glances nor the suddenly intense glances of the men, for it was deemed base indeed for a lady of the court to consort with a man of the barbarian races—though many a man of the court quite freely enjoyed the women prisoners of those same races.



“But,” said the count, holding up a forefinger, “on no account shall you cause us all to be showered with an eruption of…” he waved at the giant penis…”this engine. You will employ your arts to walk this line between the greatest arousal and…actual relief. If you succeed, for one hour, your reward will be munificent. If you fail, your punishment will be…suitable. What say you?”



Lady Bildoe had been an intimate of the court, and Count Darcy, too long to hope for reprieve. A ready and sporting assent, without demurrer, to any proposition, however appalling, was reckoned to one’s great credit with the count. So, with a face masked in utter indifference, and avoiding the curious stares of the others, Lady Bildoe nodded once to the count, saying, “It is a most amusing wager.”



She curtseyed once, to the count, and stepped forward, never more admirable in her self control.



“But wait,” added the count, “we must ready ourselves.” Chairs quickly were arranged in a semi-circle close around The Box. The lords and ladies then seated themselves, the count at their center, and servants brought drinks and delicacies to be set close at hand.



Lady Bildoe stood impassively, just to the side the box. She was erect, chin lifted, hands clasped behind her, gazing neither at the audience nor the subject that soon would require all her attention. She might have been a saint at the stake.



“Lady Bildoe,” said the count, now, “you should set about your work with no sense of impropriety. I am familiar with the conception that the barbarian male is beneath a woman of birth, but I hold that to be a superstition without merit. It is without foundation. The pursuit of sensual pleasure by civilized persons should be hedged about with no prejudices. It should be guided only by their untrammeled desires. Nowhere in reason is written a rule that we must deny ourselves pleasure. For what evidence could be adduced for such a rule? What but fears or the narrowest bias? Where is it written that to ply this magnificent cock is base, and yet…” he smiled broadly, “to ply mine is noble?” I reject such a distinction as unworthy of a people guided by reason. With this, he scowled quite terribly around the room as though accusing his listeners of the offense of which he spoke. Not a head failed to nod assent to his argument. The count finished with “I shall hear no more of it at this court.”



The court settled himself in his chair and said, as though to brush away the topic, “and so begin, loveliest Lady Bildoe.”



With the grace of her years at court, Lady Bildoe took a cushion from one of the chairs and set it at the base of the box. With her slender hands, she swept back her magnificent red hair, taking from her purse a pin or two to fasten it back. For one moment, she stood, head flung back, wonderful hair pulled cleanly from her face, so every man present recalled why he had longed to take her to his bed and every woman recalled her jealousy of Lady Bildoe in her prime.



Sensing their lust, their envy, and their pleasure at her humiliation, Lady Bildoe smiled around the circle, but most particularly at the men, whose eyes fastened upon her in mockery. With the most graceful turn, she settled her knees on the pillow, as though a devotee at the foot of an idol.



Unhurriedly, as though moved only by curiosity, she took the huge penis in her long, pale fingers. A great roar of anger came from within The Box, more the sound of a lion than a man. Lady Bildoe seemed not to notice. She went on inspecting the great cock, lifting it, turning it. It was indeed a full 12 inches long. In girth it was almost too large to enclose within her hand, her little fist squeezing it. Its color it was a glistening black, with a scroll of dark veins on its surface. Below hung a sac large as a purse, all crinkled and gently conforming to the shape of the two massive testicles.



With the gingerly fingering of Lady Bildoe, performed with seeming detachment, the dangling cock swelled and rose. The barking threats within the box continued, but with less vehemence.



The savage races do no circumcise, so a thick cowl of skin covered the huge head. With two slim fingers, Lady Bildoe now drew back this cowl as far as it would go, revealing a berry of satiny flesh, which formed a knob still larger than its stock. Lady Bildoe turned to her audience with a smile, displaying this great fleshy prize.



The men nodded, although an eyebrow or two lifted, and it was not difficult to guess that each made a quick comparison, which did not cheer him. The women took in the display without changing expression, nor could one guess their feelings at that moment.



Now, taking a good grip at the base of the shaft, Lady Bildoe shook it gently, as though she were waving at the attentive circle. As she did so, the growls from The Box subsided still further. In her hand, as she caused it to bow and rise, the penis swelled and grew. Indeed, it seemed to lengthen with each nod and the great black head seemed to glisten. Lady Bildoe watched the captive penis attentively; the profile of her face, as she did, had the purity of a girl, an impression enhanced by the long, luxurious red ponytail down her back.



Slowly, as though a miracle of levitation, the defenseless penis rose and grew rigid till it pointed upward from its nest of ebony hair. Lady Bildoe’s exquisite long fingers now traveled in long strokes from its thick base in the undergrowth of hair to its glistening head, all along the shaft, and down across the dangling great testicles. Her fingers then would repeat the caress, now on one side, now on the other, smoothing and shaping the shaft as though it were clay subject that she molded by her artistry. Her audience gazed with astonishment that it made no attempt to conceal. The lips of more than one lady parted unconsciously and were idly traveled by the tip of her tongue. But none noticed, for all eyes were on the spectacle that Lady Bildoe created. The rod stood so stiffly that it arched back toward the box, standing at attention with rigidity of any soldier at inspection.

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