Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 14:38:51 GMT
From: A. Burl <sxuldev8@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Hot Afternoon

Another in a series of true stories, even if this is a compilation of guys
I've played with.  This one has one focus   balls.  Yes, I'm into that also.

You're supposed to be of legal age to read this.  But I won't tell if you
don't.  This story can be reproduced anywhere anyone wants to.  But you
can't sell this story, and you can't edit it.  The author, me, would also
appreciate it if you do post this somewhere else, that I continue to get the
credit (or the blame) for it.

Comments are always welcome.  And, if you're in Boston and into it, I'd be
glad to hook up with you. I can be reached at Sxuldev8@hotmail.com) Enjoy.

A Hot Afternoon (M/M, True, CBT, W/S)
by Sxuldev8

Working the web.  I know what I'm looking for.  I know the kind of guy I
want.  But it's really tough, not only finding someone who's into what I
am, but finding someone who's within one hundred miles of me.  I'm not
looking for plain 'ole fucking and sucking.  Or even looking for a bit more
exotic like watersports or dildo action.  I'm looking for a guy who is into
balls.  Nuts.  Stones.  Sperm tanks. Globes.  Or for the purists,
testicles.

And here's what makes it even tougher to find someone.  I'm looking for
someone who's into mutual ball play.  Someone who gives as good as he gets.
It's surprisingly easy, on a relative scale, to find someone who wants his
nuts brutalized.  Or to find someone who wants to use yours as a way to
torture you.  But to find someone who administers as well as receives, its
damn difficult.  So, here I am, trolling the web, seeing what's out there.

My ID is "Ballplay."  My description is, "Ballplay.  And a bunch of other
kinks, but ballplay is #1."  And I'm hanging out in Cyber, Leather, and Wet
and Messy, just hoping.  Then I see someone pop into one of the rooms with
the name, "Nuts."  His bio line says, "I'm into it, are you?"

I don't waste a second.  I double click and private him.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," he responds.

"Mutual?"

"Fuck yes.  You?"

"Definately," I respond.  "Nothing like balls tug-of-war with another guy.
Tie our two sets together and pull.  See who gives in first."

"Hot damn man.  That sounds hot."

"You want to win or lose?"

"As long as the loser has to do what the winner says, no limits, I want to
win."

"Me too.  Sounds like it could be a hot competition.  Where are you?" I
type, holding my breath.

"Boston man.  You?"

"Oh fuck.  Boston too ."

"South End?"

"Nope.  But not too far away.  Can drive to meet you."

"Terrific.  Got toys?"

"Yup.  2 metal parachutes.  Great for weighting.  Big bucket.  Leather
laces.  Chrome stretchers.  Crusher.  Paddles.  Electro. You?"

"You sound better equipped than me."

How tough you like it?" I ask.

"Until I'm begging for someone to stop, but they don't.  Very tough dude.
Want to get together?  How about you?"

"I want to hang onto mine, no permanent damage, but right up to that limit.
And yes, let's set it up."

We send a few more lines through cyberspace and agree that we'll get
together tomorrow afternoon at his place.  I'm hot to trot.  Finally,
someone who's into it and seems willing to push limits.

Next afternoon, I've got my gym bag stuffed full of my stuff.  All the ball
toys I have, poppers, and a few sounds, just in case he's into that as
well.
  I love to see a metal rod slide down inside a cock and disappear.

Knocking at Mark's door.  He opens it, wearing only a ratty old pair of gym
shorts.  And a smile.  We shake hands.  I step inside.

"This way."  He leads me up a staircase and into a room that has had the
furniture shoved around to make room for us to play.  Two straight back
chairs facing each other.  A mat on the floor.  And a sofa.

I moved closer to Mark and reached a hand out, grabbing onto his nuts.
They were wonderful.  Big low hangers.  Not quite a total handful, but
close.  I started to squeeze down on them, watching his facial reaction.

He was smiling.  He reached a hand out himself and groped me through my
Levis.  He couldn't get as good of a grab as me, but he was definitely
feeling around to test mine for size.  I was smiling also.

"Strip," he said.  He quickly removed his clothes and while I took mine
off, he opened up the gym bag to see what I'd brought to play with.

"I really like these parachutes," he commented, holding up one of the metal
parachutes.  They look just right for weighting balls.

"Let's get them on then."  I showed him how it worked, reminding him to
make sure that his balls were lubed up well and that the inside of the
parachute was lubed also.  We lubed each other's nuts.  A first opportunity
to feel them, roll them around in our hands, and squeeze down hard on
them. I loved hurting his nuts, almost as much as he enjoyed hurting mine.
That first taste of nut pain.

Once the parachutes were locked on, we began tugging on the chain connected
to the bottom of each one of them.  Starting the process of serious ball
stretching.  Seeing how low we can pull our sack down.

"Want to have a contest?  Balls tug-of-war?"  I asked.

"Sure.  How's it work?"

"We tie our two sets together with that bucket in the middle.  Stretch the
rope tight.  Then add water to the bucket.  Winner gets to control the
loser for a half hour.  Game?"

"Sure, let's do it."

We moved into the bathroom.  He grabbed the hose from the shower and got
ready to turn on the water.  I finished making sure that the link between
us was secure.

He turned on the water.  A gallon of water weighs about eleven pounds.
This was a five gallon bucket.  There wasn't much ache during the first
gallon of water, just the sensation of my balls getting pulled down some.
But I knew, and my dick knew what was on the horizon.  Gut ache.  Big time
gut ache.

As the ache started to build, we kept our eyes locked on each other.
Watching, waiting to see when the smile would turn to a bit of a grimace.
Two gallons.  We were both feeling it now.  I reached out a hand and
grabbed the poppers.  Big hits.  His turn to sniff.

He slowed the flow of the water, extending the time we were going to be
feeling it.  I reached out and started tweaking his nips.  He returned the
favor.  Still smiling.  About two and a half gallons now.

"I love it, dude," he said.  "I can really start to feel it now.  It's
starting to ache good."

"I know.  But my cock is loving it." I reached down and gave my rock hard
dick a few strokes.  "Let's sniff some more, then give us a big burst,
man."

"Yah fucker.  Let's make it really ache."  He huffed poppers and so did I.
"Ready?"

I nodded a yes to him.  He reached to the handle and gave it a big turn.
Water poured into the bucket really fast now.  When another gallon had been
added, he slowed the tap again to a slow trickle.

"Fuck!!!!!!!"  We both hollered at the same time.  Now it was hurting.
That blast of water had really done its work in adding serious weight to
our nuts.  We were at about close to four gallons now.  And I knew that I
wasn't going to last much longer.  I snorted some more poppers.  That
helped.  Now I was starting to make the pain sexy.  It hurt big time, but
at least it was keeping my cock hard.

I looked over at him.  He was sweating some.  And the water kept flowing
out of the hose and into the bucket.  Constantly adding more and more
weight to our stretched out balls.  Fuck it hurt.  But it hurt so good.  It
began to feel like my nuts were going to be ripped from my body.  I
couldn't take much more.

"I give," he moaned.  As he said it, he reached out and grabbed the bucket
from between our balls, taking the weight off both of our nuts.  I smiled.
His nuts were mine for a half hour.  If he thought they were hurting with
the weight, he'd only begun to hurt.

We untied the rope and set the bucket on the scale in the bathroom.  Almost
fifty pounds.  That meant we were each hanging about twenty five.  I was
close to my upper limit.  I was grinning.

As we removed the parachutes, we were both looking at each other's nuts.
They were a little red, but nicely stretched out.  I took his in my hand.
"They're mine," I said.  My cock jumped at the thought of what I was going
to do to his balls.

"I know," he responded.  "Don't hurt me too much, man.  They really ache
right now."

We walked back into the playroom.  I pointed at a chair for him to sit on.
"Sit forward.  I want your balls hanging over the edge of the chair."  He
did as he was told.  I reached into the gym bag and pulled out a ping pong
paddle.  Sandpaper on one side, rubber surface on the other.  I sat down in
the chair facing him.  His eyes got wide.

I didn't say a word, but brought the paddle up so that his nuts were
resting on the surface.  I started to flick the paddle up and down a bit,
bouncing his balls on the surface.  At first, they could keep up with the
paddle.  But as I started increasing the distance I moved it, and as I
started to pick up the pace, his nuts started to get paddled, but just
using gravity as the force.

He started to moan a little.  This was feeling good.  Nothing too rough,
but he was definitely knowing that his balls were the focus of attention.
I turned up the volume on my paddling a bit.  Now his nuts were starting to
get smacked.  And the paddle was slapping his nuts up so that they were
starting to hit his body.  It was getting tougher.

I handed him the poppers.  He took a hit of them, and so did I.  I reached
my other hand down and grabbed his ball bag.  I tilted his nuts upward so
that I would have a clear shot with the paddle.  I started hitting harder.
And harder.

I stopped for a bit.  Holding onto his nuts with one hand, I took two
fingertips and started pressing down onto the surface of his balls.  Like I
was trying to press my fingers into his nuts.  He quickly went from smile,
to look of terror, to look of pain.  I kept pressing down into them,
telling him, "Take the pain you fucker.  Take it."  When I saw him start to
deep sweat from the pain, I let up.  When his breathing started to return
to normal, I pressed down again, harder.  "Shittttttt!!!!!!!!!." was about
all he could say to me. Then I went back to paddling.

I love the feeling of balls held in my hand that are being paddled.  You
can feel the nut compress a bit with the stroke of the paddle, then return
to its normal shape.  Every once in a while, I'd stop paddling and just rub
the smooth skin of his sack with the sandpaper surface of the paddle.  I
wanted them red and tender for what was going to happen next.

He was doing his best to take it.  But I could watch his legs start to try
to close down with the harder whacks.  And he was having a tough time
holding his hands steady and not reaching down to try to stop me.  I loved
it.  A hot man taking abuse on his balls from another man.  And still
twenty minutes to go.

I could feel his balls swell a bit.  The paddling was making them tender.
It was about time for the banger.  I told him that he was ready.  He looked
confused and worried.  The word banger made him nervous.  I told him that
he should be nervous.

I like to make things, especially things that can be used to abuse balls or
cock or body.  So, after realizing that I still pulled my punches a bit
when beating my own balls or beating someone else's, I decided to make a
device that would be mechanical for ball abuse.  I call it my banger.

It's a flat piece of wood with a C cut out of it.  The balls go into a
stretcher and go into the C portion of the wood.  There is another piece of
wood, hinged to the first piece.  The end of the second piece is covered in
soft leather.  Without balls in the C, the two pieces rest together.  WITH
balls in the C portion, the balls are in between the two pieces of wood
that has been hinged.

I've also added pegs along the edges of the two pieces.  With the pegs, I
can add different strengths and lengths of rubber bands.  The more rubber
bands, the harder the paddle part of the banger smacks into what's sticking
up through the C.  In this case, it's Mark's balls that are sticking up.

Before I add any bands to the two halves of the banger, I hold his nuts in
position and just let the top part of the banger fall down on his nuts.
Mark smiles and relaxes.  "This isn't going to be too bad," he's thinking.

Then he sees me reach into my travel bag and bring out the rubber bands.
He quickly figures out what the pegs in the sides are for.  He looks
nervous.  Tense.  I hook a few lightly to the banger.  Pull it open.  And
let go.  Smack.  I get a soft "Oof" from Mark.  A few more smacks at that
tension.  Each time it hits down onto his balls, his body tenses, just a
bit.

"Ready?"  I ask.  "Ready for a real workout?"

"Oh man.  Yeah, I guess so," he replies.

I tighten up the bands that are on the banger already.  And add a few more.
Thick ones this time.  I pull the banger open about eight inches away from
his balls.  And I look right into his eyes.  Locking them with me.  I let
go.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack.

"Arghhhhhhhh" is what I hear.  His mouth opens half way as the pain of
being banged flows up into his body.

Whack.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack. I'm opening the
banger wider each time, so that it hits down harder and harder each time on
his nuts.  He's hurting now.  His hands are clamped to the side of the
chair.  He's having a hard time not reaching down to stop me.  I add a few
more bands.

"No man.  No.  Enough," he says.

"Remember when you told me that you wanted it hard so that you were begging
me to stop, but I don't?  Well, here we are dude."

I open the banger wide.  And let go.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  He's sweating
big time.  But now instead of moaning, I see a smile come onto his face.
Hot damn.  He's crossed that pain/pleasure line.  Now the pain feels good.
He wants more of it.

WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  I can see his cock throbbing.  I'm going to
be beating the cum out of him, without him ever touching his dick.  WHACK!
WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!

WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  He's starting to scream.  "I'm cumming!
Oh, God I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!"

I watch as sperm shoots out of the head of his cock and over his shoulder.
He never had his dick touched, but he came.  I love it.  I'm smiling big
time as I release his nuts from the banger.  I'm proudof him and of me for
being able to get him there.

He's wiped out.  Laying back, hands cupping his nuts.  "Man.  That was the
best.  Your turn?"

I pull on my nutsack and fist my balls.  I point them at him.  "Yes.  My
turn."  I wonder what I'm in for. I know I hurt him good.  And I have a
feeling that I'm going to be feeling at least as much pain, if not more
than he did.  Especially when I see that evil grin on his face.

"You and those balls are mine, dude.  Come here.  Lay back on the sofa,
with your legs spread wide. Get your dick SOFT man."

I do as I'm told.  I know what's coming.  He reaches into the bag and pulls
out a VanBuren sound.  He heads into the bathroom, and I can hear him
cleaning it and preparing it for me.  In case you're unfamiliar with
sounds, they're metal rods about 12" long.  VanBurens have a 90 degree bend
in them at the last three inches.  They're graded in size, the bigger the
number, the bigger the diameter.

He comes back in, wiping the surface with an alcohol swab, then waving the
sound in the air to let it finish drying.  He takes a small syringe and
pumps KY down inside my soft cock.  I look at the handle of the sound.
He's got a 28fr.  That's about my upper diameter to take comfortably.

He takes my soft prick and rests the tip of the sound against it.  My dick
lips open up as it slides down. Slowly sinking into my cock.  When he gets
to the passageway into my body, he stops and changes the angle of my dick.
It drops in deeper.

I'm watching the sound disappear into me.  I've always loved the look of
that shiny steel rod descending into me.  Only about three inches to go
before it's buried.  The tip of the sound is now right inside my prostate.
He knows it.

He starts to move the sound back and forth.  The tip grazes my prostate.
My cock is hardening fast. He turns it a little, keeping the fucking motion
going.  I can feel it.  The inside of my gland is getting massaged.  I'm
loving it.  My cock is solid as the steel that's inside me.

"Here.  Hold this." he says to me, handing me the end of the sound.  I look
at him with a question on my face.  "Lift your legs up and rest them on my
thighs."  I do as I'm told.  "Close your eyes."  I do it.

I feel something metal pressing against my asshole.  "Oh damn," I think.  I
feel the metal egg pushed in to my ass, resting against the outside of my
prostate.  I'm keeping my eyes closed, but I think I know what's coming
next.

Now I feel my balls being set into the ball crusher.  I love this thing.
It's clear plexiglas so that you can see the effect of turning the screws
down.  He's put lots of lube on my balls first, then set the crusher right
down snug.

Silence in the room.  I'm getting really fucking nervous.

The next thing I know is I'm rising up out of the sofa in pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"  I scream. I just felt that first jolt of
electricity down inside my body.  He's hooked one lead to the metal egg and
the other lead to the sound.  When he pressed the button, there was an
electrical connection inside my prostate.  And it HURT.

Again, lifting off the sofa.  This time the pain is centered only on my
nuts.  He's wired the crusher too.  Fuck.  "Noooooooooooooooo," I scream.

"Shut up you fucker.  You beat my nuts senseless.  I'm going to fry yours."
He pressed the pulse button on the crusher again.  I felt the electric flow
through them.  Pain.  Pain.  Pain.  He's zapping my balls harder and
harder, turning up the intensity meter on the control device.

With each zap, I'm rising off the sofa.  Then he switches to the prostate
again.  Oh fuck.  Higher and higher he sets the gain.  Agony.  Excruciating
pain.  I can barely feel him reach down and tighten the crusher one more
turn.

Back to the balls.  Zap.  "Shitttttttttttttttttttt," I'm screaming now.
"Fuck man, stop it!"  I moan.  I open my eyes and look at him.  He's
smiling sadistically at me.  I see him set the controls.

"Both at once man.  Let's see how much you can take."  He presses both of
the buttons at once.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" is about all that
comes out of my mouth.

He changes the frequency higher.  And then, suddenly I can feel it.  The
pain feels good.  My cock is rock hard.  I can feel the cum boiling.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss," I moan.  He takes that as his cue. He stands
up, leaving the electro tool pulsing its current through my body.  He
points his dick at my cock and balls.  And then he starts to piss.

The piss hits my body.  He cuts off the flow so he won't get shocked too.
But the urine hitting my body is conductive.  It about doubles the
intensity of the electro pain.  "Shittttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!" I scream. He
starts pissing into my wide open screaming mouth.  I drink.  I'm in so much
pain and agony.  But damn it feels so fucking good.  The pain and the
piss. I'm in heaven.

And I shoot.  Well, I don't actually shoot.  With a metal rod in my dick,
the cum has to fight its way out.  But I'm cumming.  Major big time.  Huge
orgasm.  Like nothing I've experienced in years.  Oh God, so good.

He turns the intensity down, then off.  I can't hardly breathe.  I'm
panting.  Limp.  Smiling.  He undoes the ball crusher.  Pulls the egg out.
After my cock goes limp, I slide the sound back out of me.  I'm still in
heaven.

"When do you want to do this again, dude?"

"Why don't you spend the night with me?  And how about in a few hours?"  he
says.

Smiling, I say, "Sounds good to me."

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