The Torture Board

Bill came in the back door with a leather covered piece of plywood, a bunch of chain, some nuts and bolts and his small toolbox. He said he'd finished what we'd asked for and was going to try and make it work. He was wondering if we'd give him a hand with it. Of course we would, we were excited to see it in action. He had added an inch of padding for his comfort and also a chin rest. He installed the eyebolts and connected the chains together at the top. The chains were connected to a thin steel cable that ran through one of the ceiling pulleys. The cable was attached to an electric winch that had a 1 ton capacity. He climbed on it, face down and I ran the winch up. It worked great except it swayed too much when he moved even a little. He said he could solve that with a couple of rods that would hold it secure once it was at the top. Trudy wanted to give it a test drive right now, so Bill got naked, we secured his elbows and knees to the corners and hoisted him up.

Trudy pulled his cock and huge balls through the opening he'd made. It was very tight and she had to work to get them through the hole. She put a parachute harness around his balls that I'd had custom made to fit his huge nuts. They were almost the size of baseballs now. We'd been stretching them every day and they were hanging 7 to 8 inches now. We both loved how they looked but we wanted them a lot longer. We'd ordered some custom-made chrome ball stretchers but they hadn't came yet. They were 2 piece and you placed them around his sack and screwed them together. We had 2 of the 4 inch ones and 2 of the 3 inchers. Once we could get them all on, he'd be stretched 14 inches and we could leave them on for days at a time. Dr. Nancy said that was the best and easiest method she'd ever heard about. Sounded good to me. We should be able to start with the 2 big ones and add the others as we went along. The side benefit was, they were heavy as hell. The 4 inchers were nearly 2 pounds each. I had a feeling these things would only come off for sessions.

Trudy grabbed some weights and started him off with 40 pounds. His balls immediately stretched out to over a foot. I liked it. The holes for his puffy nipples were perfect. Each titty had about a 4 inch opening and I put a couple of nasty clamps on them and added a small, 1 pound, weight to each one. They looked like girl's titties now, cute. Trudy added another 20 pounds to his testicles. They dropped another couple of inches. I wondered what his limit was. She thought it could continuously be increased and we might get to over 150 pounds. I bet his balls would be 2 feet long if we did that. I just hoped we didn't snap any of the cords attaching his balls to his body but Dr. Nancy said that was very unlikely and, if we did, she could reattach them. Most of them were nerve bundles and I definitely wanted him to keep them. What would be the point if he didn't feel the pain? Trudy grabbed another 20 pounds and added it to the stack to bring the total to 80 pounds pulling on his ballsac. It was really getting long, probably 15-16 inches now. The skin was so thin it looked like parchment paper. He was moaning loudly but I could tell he was, in his kinky way, enjoying Trudy stretching his swollen balls. His nipples looked a little lonely so I added another 1 pound weight to each of them. That really made him wince and brought tears to his eyes. His puffy nipples were really stretched now, maybe 2 inches. I grabbed the camera to get some pictures of his nipples and stretched nuts. Trudy had a good idea. She said that we needed to start with no weight on his balls, take pictures and then start with 20, take pictures, add 20, take more, all the way to 100 pounds. I liked that idea. I told her to remove the weights while I got a yardstick we could hold next to his swollen and stretched ballsac as we added the weight.

We decided to add the weight in 10 pound increments. With no weights at all his balls hung just over 7 inches from the opening they were pulled through. Trudy held the yardstick while I snapped the photos. The first 10 pounds stretched his ballsac nearly 3 inches and the next 10 added another 2. Wow, only 20 pounds and his balls were stretched to 12 inches. After that, the going got a little slower. At 50 pounds he was stretched about 14 inches and at 80 pounds his distance had only increased to 16 inches. His balls were so compressed by then that they felt like baseballs. They were so hard and the skin encasing then was so translucent that you could virtually see every vein and artery. When we reached our goal of 100 pounds, his distended gonads were 17 & 1/2 inches from his body and poor Bill was moaning terribly. If this wasn't giving me so much pleasure I would have felt a little sorry for him.

We decided to leave the weight on him for an hour and see if they would continue to stretch. Trudy was hoping we could get them to 24 inches by the time Amber came home on leave but I told her that was probably a little bit ambitious. It would be pretty neat if they were.

While we were waiting we decided to insert some needles into Bill's compressed balls and work on dilating his peehole some more. It was nearly impossible to stick a needle in his testicles. They were as hard as a bowling ball and the needles were bending when you tried to push them in him. We finally figured out that jabbing them in quickly worked the best. We were using short, 1 inch by 25 gauge needles and virtually every one produced ballsap. They were dripping yellow fluid all over the floor. Trudy put a small pan under him to see how much accumulated in an hour. I'd removed the nasty clamps from his raw and puffy nipples and had replaced them with vacuum tubes. His titties were now being rythmically pumped by a pre-programmed vacuum pump that was sucking greedily at them as they grew beneath the clear tubes. Both nipples were producing copious amounts of fluid, man-milk, that was collecting in the lexan tubes.

Bill was making a continuous moaning sound, not loud but deep. It was music to my ears. His eyes were closed tightly and I could see tears tracks on his cheeks. This was making me so hot. Trudy must have noticed because she stepped in front of me and gently pinched my engorged nipples. The shock wave went right to my pussy and my arousal juices flowed out of me and covered the inside of my thighs with my sticky honey. She dropped to her knees and gently parted my slick lips, then buried her face in my wetness, her hot tongue darting through my folds and finding my blood-filled clitoris. Waves of pure pleasure coursed through my body. Orgasm after orgasm rippled inside me. I held Trudy's head and pressed it into my wet womanhood. After 10 or so intense orgasms I needed to return the favor. I led Trudy over to one of the padded benches. I laid on the bench, face up, and motioned for Trudy to straddle my face. She quickly moved into position, her pretty, shaved, teenage pussy just inches from my open mouth. I could see the golden honey coating her dangling labia. It was hypnotizing. She lowered her crotch slowly onto my face. I sucked her into my hot mouth, my tongue searching for her hard love button. I flicked it lightly with my tongue and could feel her shudder with pleasure. I licked eagerly then and Trudy settled her vagina on my open mouth. Looking up, I could see her firm breasts and hard-tipped nipples. We stayed locked in this sexual embrace as she rocked and moaned through a dozen powerful orgasms. She moved off my face and laid on top of me, her breathing fast and shallow. Damn, she was so sexy and so much like Amber. It was like incest. Maybe that would come later, I secretly hoped.

Time to check on Bill. He was still moaning softly but his dick was still very much alive and erect. It looked so fat with the super tampon stuffed in it. Trudy grabbed the yardstick, 21 inches from the board to the bottom of his balls. She was right. It would be easy to get another 3 inches of stretch. She asked me if it was time to let Bill cum? I nodded my head yes but told her that we needed to add a little codicil to give him some incentive to cum quickly.

We mulled over a couple of ideas until Trudy said we could put the vibrator on his swollen dick and every 60 seconds we would add 5 pounds of weight to his already distended balls. That sounded like the perfect incentive to me. I whispered the terms in Bill's ear and he nodded his head like he had some choice in the decision. Trudy grabbed one of the Accu-Vibes from its docking station, turned it on high speed and applied it to Bill's cock, right beneath the head. It immediately started twitching in anticipation of cumming. He was so wired up that he could have came in 30 seconds but, as soon as he got close, Trudy would move the vibrator away. We drug this little game out for 5 minutes, adding an additional 25 pounds to Bill's obscenely stretched ballsac. Trudy held the yardstick next to his balls, 24.5 inches. Wow, I was amazed. One session and we got a 2 foot stretch. Time for Bill to get a well-deserved O. We loved his new torture rack. It would get a lot of use. I held the vibrator against his cockhead while Trudy squeezed the base of his dick. She loved to feel the contractions as his glands tried to pump the cum out of his balls and send it pulsing through his cock, spreading babies and diseases all over the world. He started bucking and moaning as the cum boiled out of his prostate, only to be met by Trudy's grip. As he reached the apex of his orgasm, she released his dick and the cum flew against the unyielding tampom planted deep in his peehole. The spasms shook him from his nose to his toes as his violent orgasm finally shuddered to a close. He opened his eyes, looked at me, smiled and mouthed 'thanks Shelley'. He always amazed me. We started undoing the weights as we lowered his newest torture device to the floor. It took a few minutes to get him extricated from the contraption. As soon as we got him to his feet, trudy pointed him to one of the potty chairs. We both needed to use him to relieve ourselves and he was always the willing supplicant for that. Trudy loved this and always watched between her legs as her hot pee splashed in his mouth and then down his throat. Hell, I liked to watch him do it, too. I found it oddly sexy. How could you not like a man who, without asking a question, would drink your warm pee, in fact relish it like fine wine. He would do the same for any woman I told him to do it for. No questions, just on his back with his mouth open.

Amber was going to love all of this and she'd be here in just a few days. I couldn't wait and neither could Trudy.