Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 12:51:29 -0400
From: Benjamin K <benjamin70251@gmail.com>
Subject: Ball Busting Boyfriend, Part Five

Ball Busting Boyfriend, Part Five


Waking up in a strange bedroom is always a little disorienting. As I opened
my eyes on Saturday morning my still half asleep brain dimly registered two
things. One, I was alone in a strange bed in a strange room that I didn't
immediately recognize, and Two, my balls ached. Though this, naturally, was
not an unusual experience for me.

Thinking I would try to fall back asleep and solve the mystery of my
whereabouts later I started to turn over onto my stomach, but as I shifted
my weight onto my side the pressure of my thigh against my balls jolted me
with an agonizing stab of pain that instantly flipped me back into my
previous, face-up posture, suddenly very wide awake. Now I remembered where
I was.

Looking around me I noticed once again, as I had upon arriving the previous
afternoon, what a lovely and elegantly decorated space this was - the guest
bedroom in the oceanfront Ft. Lauderdale mansion that belonged to Alec and
Lee, old friends of my boyfriend Mark. Sunlight poured in through the tall,
arched windows, and I could hear the crashing of waves in the distance.

And now I remembered why my balls hurt so much. Last night's after-dinner
entertainment consisted of having me securely tied to a large wooden X in
the home's dungeon, while at Mark's direction our two hosts kicked me
brutally and repeatedly in the balls until I almost went insane from the
searing, unending pain. Ah, yes, I remember it well.

The clock on the bedside table read 11:15 AM, much later than I ordinarily
sleep, even on weekends, but last night's beating took a lot out of me. It
was no wonder I needed the extra sleep. Very carefully, I pulled myself up
into a sitting position, propping myself up against the large, soft pillows
trimmed in white eyelet. That's when I noticed the note on the pillow next
to me, penned in Mark's careful handwriting.

"God morning Babe," the note read. "We all thought you needed to sleep, so
when I got up I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could. I hope I
didn't disturb you. Why don't you join us down by the pool whenever you
feel up to it. I think you'll find the water soothing. I love you to bits.
Mark."

I adore that man, I really do. Reading his sweet note flooded my whole body
with waves of unconditional love for the person I hope to spend the rest of
my life with. I would do anything for him.

After getting cleaned up, moving about very gingerly so as not to
unnecessarily jostle my hugely swollen and badly bruised scrotum, I threw
on one of the lightweight terrycloth robes that our hosts had considerately
hung on the bathroom door for us. My nuts were much too sore to even think
of putting on a bathing suit. It was a luxurious feeling robe, super soft
and beautifully tailored, and cut very short. It was barely long enough to
conceal my dangling cock and heavy low-hangers - which, granted, hang lower
than on most guys. I like short robes like that. I've always been kind of
an exhibitionist.

Coming downstairs, I walked through the open French doors at the back of
the stair hall, out onto the terrace where we had drinks the night before,
and turned left to enter the pool area, which was shielded by a tall hedge
of bougainvillea, creating a spacious outdoor room, open to the sun and the
breezes, but out of view of anyone who might happen to be walking on the
beach.

Alec greeted me warmly and said, "We're going to have lunch out here in a
little while, but how about a Bloody Mary to start off with. Or would you
rather have coffee?"

"No," I said, "a Bloody Mary sounds divine. Thank you."

The pool was a work of art, lined with mosaics designed to recall ancient
Roman baths. Arranged around the pool were several comfortable looking
lounge chairs, with blue and white stripped cushions. It was on one of
these lounges that I now spotted Mark, laying face up with a baseball cap
over his face, shielding his eyes from the bright Florida sun. He was
wearing a very small pair of red Speedos, made of a thin, stretchy material
that closely hugged his genitals, resulting in a very ample bulge that left
nothing at all to the imagination. I love it when he wears things like
that. I'm really into bulges, and Mark had a gorgeous one that I can never
keep my eyes, or hands, off of for very long. Laying there with the sun
beating down on his magnificent body he looked like a god. He sat up as he
heard me approach.

"Well, good morning Sleeping Beauty. Did you have a good rest?"

"Yes," I said. "I can't believe how late I slept."

"After last night you needed it. I'm glad you slept so long."

Now Alec walked over and handed me my drink, with Lee right behind him,
dripping water from the pool, and with a towel around his neck. They both
looked a little sheepish.

"I hope we didn't go too overboard last night," Lee said. "I hope we didn't
hurt you too, too much."

"Well, that was kind of the idea, wasn't it?" I said.

Our hosts both looked terrific, with nearly every inch of their tanned,
worked-out bodies on display. Alec was wearing a tiny pair of black
square-cut trunks that bulged with the suggestion of something large and
heavy and wonderful inside. Lee wore a pair of skimpy white Speedos that,
still wet from the pool, were practically transparent, showing off the
inviting pinkness of a long, thick, uncircumcised cock, which the material
strained to cover. I want some of that, I thought to myself.

I took my drink and settled myself carefully into the lounge chair next to
Mark's, setting my glass on the low table between the two chairs. I was
aware that my dick must be partly exposed, but the robe was too short to
pull its hem down any lower. I didn't care. I like it when guys stare at my
big package, and I don't usually try too hard to conceal it.

With our hosts standing next to us Mark said, "Let's see what kind of
damage we did last night Babe. Why don't you open up your robe so we can
see how your balls are looking this morning.

Without hesitation I untied the belt and let the robe fall open. As I've
said, I'm not shy.

"Oh, fuck!" Lee said when he saw the evidence of last night's kick-fest.

"My god," said Alec. "It looks like you've got a grapefruit inside your
sack for Christ's sake, and the skin is all purple and black and blue. That
must hurt like hell. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," I said. "I really don't mind. Yeah, I'm extremely sore, but
that's part of my gift to Mark - my offering, if you will. I just need to
move very carefully today because they're so tender."

"Mark beamed at me. "I love you Babe," he said."

"I love you, too," I said, and I really meant it.

"Why don't you get in the pool while I get lunch ready," Lee said. I think
the cool water will feel really good on those sore balls. You don't need to
wear a suit. It's completely private here. We often swim nude when we're
alone."

"Sometimes when we have company, too," Alec said with a sly smile.

The water felt like heaven against my aching nuts as I lowered myself into
the pool. I was too sore to move around very much, though, and at Alec's
suggestion I settled into his floating lounge chair, which kept my balls
just submerged.

"Thanks Alec," I said. "This is perfect.

Alec sat on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water. His
legs were spread wide, giving me a tantalizing view of that heavy-looking
package of his - intentionally, I have no doubt. Mark laid on a bright blue
foam mat and paddled over to me, resting one hand on the arm of my float to
keep us from drifting apart.

"I'll bet you'd like to get your lips around that," he said, tilting his
head in the direction of Alec's crotch. "Wouldn't you?"

"Mmmm," I said laughing. "Looks delicious. Lee's, too. I'm starting to chub
up a little, just from looking at that big basket."

"Well, you might just get your wish," he said. "I'm almost positive. And
we'll be here all week. I wouldn't be surprised if you were fed a few
protein snacks before we head home."

I laughed, hoping he might be proven correct.

"Are you happy Babe?" he said.

"I am," I told him. "I feel completely comfortable around your friends.
They're really nice - if a little kinky. Well, okay, a lot kinky. You know,
our kind of people." Mark laughed, and I reached over and laid my hand on
his bulging swim trunks. Alec looked on smiling as I gently massaged my
boyfriends balls, the stretchy red material plastered even more tightly
against his package now that it was wet. It looked like it was painted on.

A while later Lee walked over and said, "No hurry, but whenever you guys
are hungry lunch is ready." I was definitely feeling a little peckish, but
I wanted an appetizer first. I slipped my fingers into the leg opening of
Marks Speedo and lifted the hem as high as it would stretch. Marks big cock
and balls flopped out and rested temptingly on his thigh. I fondled him for
a minute - it felt so good in my hand, then slipped off my lounge into the
water and, hanging onto the edge of Mark's mat I sucked his beautiful cock
into my mouth. Alec watched with obvious interest from his perch on the
pool's coping.

Later, after a delicious poolside lunch, we all reclined on adjacent lounge
chairs to enjoy the sun.

Then Mark said, "To thank you guys for being such terrific hosts I have a
special treat for you."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I figured I'd find out soon
enough.

"It's a very rare treat," he continued, "almost a once-in-a-lifetime
experience. Well, not for me, necessarily, but it might be for you. I don't
think Benjamin will mind."

Oh, fuck, I thought. Not that. Please, not that.

"Well, actually, he might mind," Mark went on. "He'll probably mind quite a
lot, in fact. But that's part of what makes it so special."

"Oh, no," I said. "Please, Mark. I'm in such pain already. I don't think I
can handle that today."

"But that's precisely what makes it so irresistible," he said.

My heart dropped. Now I knew exactly what he had in mind. We had only done
it once before, and the pain was unbelievably terrible - even for a
masochist like me.

"Please Mark," I said. Not now. I'm just way too sore. I really need a
break from this. Please don't make me."

"Baby, I would never make you, or force you in any way. You know that. I
would never do anything to you that you didn't agree to, that you didn't
ask me to do. And you know that, too. But thinking about it excites me so
much. And you know how much it would blow everyone's mind."

My eyes began to flood, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I did not want to
do this. It would simply be too painful. I couldn't handle it.

"I know it's going to hurt," he continued. "I know it's going to hurt a
lot. And I know that you know exactly how much it's going to hurt. That's
part of what's so exciting about it, though. Even for you, I think. And you
know that, too. This is a level of pain that sends you into a new place,
another state of consciousness. And while it's hard to get there, very
hard, I know, and very painful, it puts you into this euphoric state
afterwards that is something I can only imagine. But last time we did this
you seemed - I don't know - transformed - like you had been through a kind
of life-altering spiritual experience."

Now I sat there crying. Softly, at first, but little by little, as it began
to sink in that I was actually about to agree to this, ask for it even, my
crying turned into quiet, mournful, sobbing.

Alec and Lee looked at each other in complete perplexity. The couldn't seem
to imagine what Mark and I could possibly be talking about. But they looked
intrigued, and they looked at Mark for some explanation.

"Here's the thing," Mark said. I've already told you what an incredibly
gifted cocksucker Benjamin is. And how much he loves sucking cock. You
can't be that good at it unless you really and truly just absolutely
fucking love doing it. And he really and truly does. And no doubt you guys
will have a chance to experience that for yourselves before we go home - a
few times, probably. You both have fantastic looking packages, and I
wouldn't deny Benjamin the pleasure of exploring them to his heart's
content."

Alec and Lee both nodded, smiling eagerly at this enticing prospect.

"But let me show you something," Mark said. He turned to me and opened my
robe, placing my big cock and hugely swollen, black and blue balls on full
view. I did nothing to stop him. Very carefully, he placed both his hands
under my swollen testicles and gently cradled them. I winced slightly, even
at this light touch.

"You see how swollen and bruised these are?"

Lee and Alec both acknowledged that they could see that.

"Well, you can probably imagine how sore they must feel after all the abuse
they suffered last night."

Again, our hosts nodded. A shiver of fear ran through my body as tears
continued rolling down my wet cheeks.

"And you've noticed how gingerly Benjamin has been moving around all
morning. Even jostling them a little, or touching them in any way is
extremely painful," he said. "So you can imagine that giving them even a
little squeeze would really hurt a lot."

Then, to demonstrate, he gave my sore nuts a very slight, quick squeeze,
and I practically flew into the air shouting, "FUCK!!!! Oh shit. Oh fuck.
Jesus fucking Christ. Oh fuuuuuck!!!!"

"Okay Babe," he said, gently letting setting my balls back down, and then
stroking my hair. "It's all right. That's all for right now. You can
relax." I was panting hard, little whimpers of pain escaped my lips, and
tears streaked my face.

"So you see," Mark continued, addressing Lee and Alec, "how incredibly
tender his balls are now, and how much even a very gentle squeeze hurts. It
doesn't take much imagination to understand how painful squeezing them much
harder would be."

Our hosts nodded, but looked as if they still couldn't see where Mark was
going with this.

"The thing is," he continued, "you have absolutely no idea, no idea at all,
how totally, incredibly amazing it feels to have your cock down someone's
throat while he is shrieking from pain, over and over. It's something I
have only experienced once, but I will never forget what a totally
mind-bending, volcanic orgasm it produced. I've never felt anything like it
in my life, before or since."

As he spoke, he kept looking back and forth from our hosts to me, trying to
gauge reactions.

"So, if Benjamin agrees, and I think he might, this is what we would like
to offer you to show our gratitude for your incredible hospitality. And as
a mark of true friendship, which I hope will continue for a long time.

"I don't know," said Lee. "I mean, you know we are both really into S&M,
but even to me this seems kind of extreme. What do you think, Alec?"

"I agree. I don't think it's something we should accept. I just don't know
if I want to feel responsible for causing Benjamin that degree of pain. It
sounds a whole lot worse than what we put him through last night."

Lee nodded in agreement.

"I thought you guys said you were sadists," Mark said, with an evil grin.
We all broke into laughter at that, even me. We laughed for a long time,
breaking the tension that had been steadily building.

"What do you say Benjamin? It's going to be bad, I won't try to minimize
it. It's going to be very, very bad. But think about where it takes you.
Think about the kind of euphoria that such extreme pain produces in you.
Think about that."

Everyone could see the sheer terror on my face. My whole body shook from
fear. I knew it would be bad. It would be unbelievably bad. And I knew I
was going to do it. I think Mark could see the exact moment when I resigned
myself to the ordeal. I closed my eyes and nodded my head, no longer
sobbing, but with tears still running down my cheeks.

"Good boy," Mark said quietly, patting my head. "Good boy. But I think our
hosts are now the ones who need a little coaxing."

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, looked at our hosts, and
quietly said, "I want to do this. I want to do this for you because I know
how amazing it will feel, and I want to give you that experience. And I
want to do it for Mark because i know he wants me to. But as frightened as
I am of this, and I am really scared shitless, believe me, I also want to
do it for myself. Because Mark was right about the euphoria it produces.
Not at first. At first, and for a long while, it is the purest hell. Just
sheer mind-bending torture. But after a while it's like this switch gets
flipped inside my head, like my brain is suddenly flooded with endorphins,
and serotonin, and oxytocin - all of the brain chemicals that produce real
euphoria, and in quantities that we don't ordinarily have access to. It's
almost like being on acid."

"Fuck," Lee said, looking at Alec. "I might need to try that myself
sometime."

"So let's do it," I said, "now, before I change my mind. I am so totally
fucking scared right now, you have no idea. But I want to do this. Let's go
inside before I chicken out."

A few minutes later were in Lee and Alec's lavish bedroom. I asked Lee to
lie down on the bed. As he did he started pulling off his little white
speedos.

"No," I said. "Let me do that." So he leaned back against the pillows and I
began fondling his package. I get so turned on from doing that. Soon I had
my face buried between his legs, pressing my face into the warm, soft mound
of his manhood. I lifted the edge of one of the leg openings and began
licking the place where his balls meet his inner thigh. It acted on me like
a drug. Lee moaned. Then I stretched the leg opening farther so I could get
my mouth around his whole sack. He moaned louder. Soon I pulled off his
suit entirely and took the engorged head of his cock in my mouth, gently
nibbling my way down his shaft until it was all the way down my throat.

"Oh, fuck that's good," he said. "That's so fucking good."

I moved up and down, letting his long cock slide in and out of my throat
for what must have been five or ten minutes. I don't know how long for sure
- I got lost in what I was doing, in the pleasure I was receiving from
swallowing this delicious piece of meat. Then Mark said,

"Why don't you lie on your back now and let him fuck your throat from
above." He was not asking me - he was telling me.

Pow! That brought me back to reality - back to remembering what was about
to happen. I did as he asked, though I began shaking with fear as the
knowledge of what Mark was about to do came flooding back to me.

Lee straddled my face with his knees as he slid his dripping cock back down
my throat until his big soft balls rested against my nose. He fucked my
throat in that position with long, slow strokes for some time. All the
while I was making small adjustments to my position in order to allow him
to slide all the way in. Despite my fear, the more comfortable I got the
more I could enjoy the sensation of having my throat filled with that warm,
hard cock. Once it was fully embedded I began massaging it with my throat
muscles. I could hear Lee moan from somewhere up above, but I was lost in
my own world. Then it began.

Mark positioned himself between my legs and gently slipped his hands
beneath my heavy balls, swollen, bruised, and incredibly tender, and he
lifted them slightly, till they were completely cradled in his hands. I
tried to mentally prepare myself for what I knew was coming next, tried to
brace myself, but nothing can prepare you, really, for that level of pain
because it's impossible to imagine. You can't remember pain exactly. You
can remember that something was painful, but you can't actually recall the
sensation itself.

Then Mark began squeezing, pressing his thumbs into my testicles as hard as
he could. The pain was instantaneous, immense, overwhelming. It was like
being skewered by a white hot poker. It was so overpowering that at first I
couldn't even make a sound. My back arched, and my eyes rolled back in my
head as if I were being electrocuted. I was now only dimly aware that I
still had a cock down my throat, barely aware than anyone or anything other
than this pain even existed. It filled every corner of my brain,
overloading all my circuits. Somewhere in the far distance I could hear
what sounded like a person screaming in agony, and it seemed to go on and
on, getting louder and louder. Only after many minutes of this continuous
screaming did I realize that the sound was coming from me.

Then it stopped. I had no awareness of anything except a bright white
light, and a high-pitched white noise filling my head. Nothing else
existed. And then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, it started again.
Mark had briefly released the pressure on my balls. But then he once again
dug his thumbs into them, and the white light inside my head exploded like
fireworks, the white noise became a high, piercing whine, almost like that
of a jet engine. And, once again, I became aware of someone screaming in
agony, far in the distance.

And then there was another sound. I couldn't make it out at first, but
gradually it came into focus and it sounded like a human voice, shouting
loudly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" the voice said. "I'm going to cum. Oh
my god! I'm going to . . . oh my god . . . Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!

And then I felt a rush of warm liquid squirting into my throat, spurt after
spurt after spurt after spurt.

And then nothing. Silence. I seemed to be floating, weightless, in a vast,
empty nothingness. But with that pure bright white light infusing every
corner of my mind, every molecule of my being. There was no time, no space,
no sensation of temperature or taste or touch, no sense of pain or
pleasure. Just pure nothingness, pure Being.

I don't know how long I lingered in that state. Probably not long, but it
could have been an eternity. Then, slowly, I became aware of Lee's body
laying next to mine. He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving, sucking
in big gulps of air in between murmuring, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my
god," over and over.

Then I felt Mark's arms around me, his breath on my face. His nose was
pressed lightly against mine, and he kissed me tenderly on the lips. We
looked into each other's eyes. I could feel his love for me like a physical
sensation, like a warm, moist, comforting presence enveloping my entire
body. I felt completely safe in his arms like that, completely fulfilled.
There was a powerful, heavy, dull ache coming from my balls, like an
enormous lead weight was pressing down on them. But most of all, there was
Mark.

"Are you okay Babe?" he said. You drifted off for a while. I don't know
where you were, but it was like you had temporarily left your body. Are you
back now?"

I nodded.

"What can I do for you baby?" he asked. "Can I get you anything? Is there
anything you need? Anything you want?"

Again, I nodded.

"What, Baby? Tell me what you need."

"More," I said, my voice barely audible, looking straight into his
beautiful blue eyes. "I need more."

 . . . to be continued.

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