Chapter Five

The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee brewing. Bill was not in the bed with me but his side was still warm. I went in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my hair, wiped my pussy with a warm cloth, pulled on last night’s thigh highs and slipped into my classic pumps. I padded into the kitchen with only that on and there was Bill, naked as a baby, getting out the makings for breakfast. I told him that I was a great cook and if he’d get the hell out of the way I’d make breakfast. When he turned around I could see that his balls were really swollen this morning. Plus, they were all black, blue and purple. His cock was also a little swollen and you could see where I had beaten him with the dowel rods. It was all discolored and it looked like welts had risen where the rod had caught it just perfect. It looked so erotic to me that I couldn’t take my eyes off of his crotch. When I finally looked at his face, he was smiling from ear to ear. He thanked me again for last night and said I was more than welcome to make some breakfast and I looked absolutely gorgeous. I curtsied and told him that he looked pretty good himself.

While I was fixing breakfast, Bill busied himself setting the table and taking every opportunity to brush up against me, nuzzle my neck, feel my breasts and pat me on the ass. I enjoyed the attention. I brought my delicious scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, toast and cut up cantaloupe to the table and sat down at the table across from him. I told him to slide his ass to the edge of the chair, spread his legs and offer his balls to my high heels. I had this insane desire to crush his balls while we ate. He, of course, immediately complied and I placed my foot on his swollen testicles and applied some pressure and that’s the way we ate breakfast. I wasn’t trying to hurt him but I liked the feeling of having his balls under my foot. I can’t describe it except as a feeling of power.

We started talking about ourselves and what this new development in both our lives meant. He told me all about himself and how much this erotic relationship with me was like a dream starting to come true. He didn’t want to screw it up but was unsure how to proceed. I told him how much I had found out about myself in a very short time. I didn’t have any idea that I would enjoy this so much. However, I still had all sorts of other issues in my life. My two children, both girls, were in their sophomore year of high school. I had them both when I was very young. One was a year older than the other but had been held back a year due to having spinal meningitis in the 5th grade. They were both planning on joining the Air Force after graduation. They were both pretty smart girls and realized that mom couldn’t afford to send them to college when they graduated and besides, they wanted a chance to see something different than their home town. I thought they were making a smart choice. They were both in the ROTC program at their school and they made good grades and stayed out of trouble. I had a small house that I’d gotten in the divorce. It wasn’t paid for but I could afford the payments and there was only 17 years left on the 30 year mortgage. I had no idea what I was going to do when I could no longer dance for a living. I had done a lot of waitressing and was good at it and supposed that’s what I would do. All I had was a high school education and no significant job experience. I did read a lot and thought I was pretty smart, though. He nodded his head and listened intently the whole time which must have been a little hard to do with my shoe pressing on his balls.

When it came time for him to talk, he reminded me of what he had told me less than 10 days ago. If this worked out to both of our satisfactions, he wanted to take care of me. I found the thought of that very exciting. I’d never been taken care of and had always taken care of myself. He said he was serious about the house and the car and all the other things. He didn’t want me to only do this because of those things, though. He was hoping and praying that it would be the real thing. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know for sure yet but, so far, this was the best thing I had ever done. I felt like I was born to be this person and do these wild, kinky, crazy things. I had never been so turned on in my life and I really liked this guy, as weird as his sexual tastes were, I guess mine might be exactly the same.

We both agreed to give it a trial period of 6 months to see if we stayed as compatible as we seemed to be. In the meanwhile, he said he would take care of my house payment, gasoline and get me a new cell phone with his carrier so we could talk and text for free and he would cover the cost. Plus, I could obviously still work and I’d have some super sexy outfits to wear because he’d buy them for me. It was the best offer I’d ever had from a guy. He wanted to get together at least 2 times a week, more if either of us wanted it. He told me that anytime I found a website I was interested in buying something from, just let him know and he’d get an open credit line with them. I was starting to think this guy had a lot of money but as long as he wasn’t a broke deadbeat, I was okay with it.

We talked further about our relationship. He said that I had shown a strong interest in his many kinks and fetishes and he wouldn’t hide anything from me concerning his desires and hoped I would do the same. Basically he said that I could do whatever I wanted to him and he would be compliant. He didn’t have any limits and trusted in me to do the right thing. There were to be no ‘safe’ words or gestures unless I set them. He said that he was not much of a submissive and described himself as a sexual masochist. However, when and if I brought other females to our sessions, he would be as compliant and submissive as I wished him to be. He knew that if I was happy that he would be happy. Quid pro quo.

I told him that the arrangement was better than anything I had hoped for and I was so glad he had came into my life. I would probably want to see him more than 2 times a week and we would stay in constant touch with each other. I said that I had found a part of my sexuality that I didn’t know was there and I was thoroughly loving every bit of it. I had so many ideas in my head, literally hundreds, that I wanted to do to him that I couldn’t even write them down. I was itching, even right this minute, to crush and beat his defenseless balls and kick and club his hard cock until all of it was swollen, mushy, bleeding and all black and blue. I did have the desire to publicly humiliate him a little bit. I wanted him to visit me at the club and let me know when he was on his way so I could meet him at the door with a glass of fresh, warm pee for him to drink. All the girls would know what I was doing and he would know that they knew. I might even have some of them fix a ‘drink’ for him and he would drink it. I’m sure that would escalate to a higher level and I would dream up all sorts of little humiliations for him. I told him that I was going to actively recruit other women to help me in his training and sexual slavery. It would just be lots easier and more fun for me and him to have another pair of hands and feet in the dungeon. I also knew that I wanted him to be my sexual slave. I wanted to own those parts of him that I enjoyed and loved abusing. He could not top from the bottom. I had read that term in a FemDom website and it made perfect sense. I was to be the one that dictated what was done and he had to comply. I really wanted to be in charge of this situation and do the things to him that I wanted to do. I would not guarantee that he wouldn’t have some damage done but I would try to not permanently harm him but it was not going to be my primary thought process. I said that I had thoroughly enjoyed the needles and wanted to expand that a lot. The feeling of putting those into his testicles was absolutely mind-blowing for me. You could feel them going thru the different layers of his testicle and into the secret inner sanctum where the beginning of life resides. It gives me a feeling that I cannot describe but I will tell you that the juices flow in abundance out of the deepest part of my pussy whenever I do it. I said that I loved it all and wanted to do more and more of it in the very near future. By now the sole of my shoe was pushing insistently on his swollen balls and he was nodding his head in agreement with everything I was saying. This was such a feeling of power and sexual dominance that I had to do something to him now. I told him that I knew he was still tender, sore and swollen from last night but I had an overpowering urge to torture him this morning and I could not be denied. I told him to follow me and led him to the dungeon. I knew he was enjoying the view of my naked behind going up the stairs.

The session wasn’t a long one. I did have to get back home and attend to some things but what it lacked in length it more than made up for in intensity. I put 4 or 5 of the rubber donuts around his swollen balls and had him get up on the bondage table with his legs tightly together and his balls perched on top of his legs. I bound him tightly to the table, climbed up on it with him, my ass and pussy inches from his face. I had grabbed some implements off the shelf and laid them to either side of his legs. The first thing I used was what he called ‘blue ball beaters’. He had gotten them at a massage store. They consisted of a blue rubber ball, about the size of a tennis ball, affixed to a piece of spring steel about 8 inches long with a wooden handle on it. They were very springy and were perfect for ball beatings. I took one in each hand and started pounding his balls. They were great to use and required virtually zero effort to produce maximum results. I could play them like a guy hitting a couple of big Bongo drums. Bill was immediately moaning loudly. I loved his moans for the first few minutes but they did get old. We’d have to work on that because I wanted his mouth available to me and didn’t want to gag him. I told him to start licking my ass and sticking his tongue inside of it. I moved back a little bit and immediately felt his hot tongue on my rosebud. Damn, it felt so good and even better as it slid inside of me, massaging the walls of my canal. Plus, it shut up all the moaning. Now, it was just pure pleasure and the ecstasy of damaging his balls. After a few minutes of beating his poor swollen nuts, I grabbed a new tool. I had taken one of the big steel sounds, the biggest one, almost an inch in diameter and started to beat his hard cock with it. It was solid stainless steel and very heavy. It felt good as it impacted him. I even tried it on his testicles and could feel him trying to buck me off it hurt so bad. He never stopped tongue-fucking my asshole, though, so it couldn’t have been that bad. I held his rigid cock tightly in my left hand and started to beat the head with the steel rod. This was making my pussy so wet that it was leaking all over his chin, down his neck and chest until I could feel it running down my thighs. I moved back just a tiny bit, until my pussy hole was over his mouth and told him to tongue fuck my pussy until I came. He went to work in earnest and I increased the beating of his cockhead. Once again, I got lost in the moment and have no idea how long this went on but it had to be at least 10-15 minutes. I came violently and, at the same time, let go with a torrent of hot piss which shot in his mouth, damn near drowning him. He wasn’t expecting it but neither was I. I think they call it squirting but we all know it’s just female urine with a sexy name. I was so spent that I sat back for a few minutes and just enjoyed his tongue gently massaging the inside of my pussy. I finally put one of the vibrators on his mangled cock so he could cum. I held my thumb and fingers over the base of his cock so that when he tried to spurt that nasty stuff out, I could stop it by squeezing very hard. I could feel him get closer and try to thrust his cock at me. When he was very close to his climax, I squeezed his urethra shut and planted my pussy and ass with all my weight on his face, cutting off his air supply until he came. Wow, did he ever have a big one. I could feel the cum try to boil up out of his cock and pulse against my fingers but I would never let that stuff out again. He finally relaxed and I lifted up off of him and allowed him some air. He thanked me and thanked me. I almost thanked him back.

Chapter Six

We couldn’t get together again for nearly two weeks. He had a meeting to attend and a previously booked trip to South America to shoot some poor, defenseless birds. I told him he would pay dearly for killing those sweet little doves. We both laughed and agreed that we would have a two solid day session when he returned. He’d be all recovered by then and I could come up with some helpers and some really devious ideas. I already knew a couple of ladies that I was going to talk to about it. One of them was a stripper at the club that I was pretty close to and she was a kink in the first degree. I was pretty sure she’d love to be a part of it. The second one was a friend of mine for a long time. She had kids about the same age as mine and all she ever talked about was sex and how she never got any. She loved talking about having her pussy ate and how she’d damn near suffocated a few guys with it when she sat on their face. She was about 45 years old, kind of pretty and a little overweight, not bad, though, with very large breasts. They must have been at least 44D’s. Maybe she could beat Bill’s balls with them….. I had some others but I was going to try these two first. I knew they would keep their mouths shut and would probably get addicted to it like I was.

The two weeks went by slowly for both of us. Bill called or texted me every day and I did the same. He missed me terribly and vice-versa. I received a notice from my bank that my house payment had been prepaid for the next 6 months and for me to not send any payments in. The new cell phone came the day he left town and a gas card came the next day. I thought to myself that he must have a secretary. I’d never met a man this organized. I ordered a few more outfits and a dozen pair of shoes. I really liked those classic pumps. They fit good and looked very sexy. I spent some serious time and money on the BDSM and FemDom toys websites. I ordered all sorts of nefarious toys to torture Bill’s balls with. I got some different types of ball crushers in clear plastic so I could see what I was doing to them. I found a number of chastity devices for cocks and balls. I did plan on going out in public with him and I wanted him to be in a little pain and misery when we went out. I might even keep him in one. Men are hard to trust. I also found a thing called an elastrator that was used by farmers to castrate animals. It is basically a device that stretches an extremely strong rubber band so you can put it on the scrotum, over the balls, to cut off circulation and, after 12 hours or so, the balls are dead and can be cut off. The pain was said to be pretty intense and I liked that a lot. The website said that it should never be left on for more than an hour but that it would be a pretty intense hour. It was easy to cut off. Just nick it with a scalpel or sharp knife and keep it up until it came apart. It said to be careful when cutting so you don’t slice the skin. Right, like that was my concern. He better not be jumping around when I did it was my thought. I figured it would be perfect for needle work and advanced ball beating, crushing, kicking and anything else I wanted to do to his balls.

I got a chance to talk to both ladies that week and they were both very enthusiastic about it, especially after I showed them some of the photos of things I’d already subjected him to. My older friend loved the idea of finally having a man she could make eat her pussy and ass for as long as she wanted it done. I told her there would be other duties but she would have pretty free access to his mouth and tongue. My stripper pal went nuts when I showed her the pictures. She wanted to do it all. She said that all that men’s balls had ever done was make her life miserable and she was really looking forward to having a pair to exact some revenge on. Plus, she wished they didn’t have cocks and they should have made their tongue their primary sex organ and given it very few nerve endings. She was going to be perfect, I thought. I told both of them that would also have to empty their bladders into his mouth all the time. They both smiled at that and the comments were funny. They could actually piss in a man’s mouth and he had to drink it. They wanted to know if they could watch and I told them they could do whatever they wanted. This was going to be big fun.

Bill had gotten in the day before and wanted one day to recuperate from his trip. We arranged for the two days starting tomorrow. I told him that I had recruited a couple of helpers and I would have one for each day. He thanked me and said he was looking forward to it. He’d had a great time shooting with his friends but now he was ready for some quality time with me. He asked if I could stay both nights and I told him I’d already taken care of it and my sister was going to watch the girls for me. We were all set and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. We agreed to meet at his place at noon.

I showed up precisely at noon and, as per my instructions, Bill was naked, in the dungeon on his back with cuffs on his wrists and ankles. I told him I was going to change into the outfit he’d laid out for me and then I was going to get him prepared for when my helper arrived at 1pm. He had laid out my black vinyl nurse’s outfit. Very sexy with its red crosses. It zipped from the bottom and the top and was very short. Combined with sheer black thigh highs and a pair of red patent leather 4” classic pumps, I looked good as I rotated in front of the mirror. This outfit would do fine and it was appropriate for all the medical procedures Bill was going to be subjected to today. When I came out of the closet he whistled his appreciation and told me how gorgeous I looked. I love the compliments. I busied myself at filling the cart with items from the shelves and then added some from the things I had purchased in his absence. I could tell he was curious but he didn’t say a word. I did show him the chastity devices and told him that he would be wearing one whenever I wasn’t with him. They had numbered locks on them made out of plastic that were pretty easy to remove in the case of an emergency but I would know if he’d taken it off and he’d better have a good story then. I finished loading the cart and told Bill to roll over and get on his knees. I pulled out the big butt plug he had in two weeks ago and lubed it up good and, after a lot of pushing, shoving and moaning, got it firmly in his ass. Next, I told him to go over to the whipping cross and I strapped him to it. I hadn’t whipped him before and it wasn’t something I was overly interested in but I wanted his backside all red and striped when my helper arrived. I picked up one of the floggers and started wailing on his back, ass and thighs. He howled a bit with each blow but I could tell it wasn’t really hurting him that bad. After about 100 blows his backside was well-striped and red as a beet. I untied him and directed him to the toilet for his first drink of the day. He scrambled over and positioned his face under the seat. I tried to pee slowly so he could get every drop of my warm urine and I could tell by the smile in his eyes that he loved it. It was time to get in the gyno chair where I secured him very very tightly. I didn’t want him to be able to move an inch. I put a couple of rubber donuts around his cock and balls and pulled out the last steel rod he’d had in his peehole. I lubed it up and, surprisingly, it went in fairly easily. He moaned a bit but I know it didn’t hurt that bad. I decided to go up one size. Now, this one he did have a problem with and I could tell it was hurting. Too bad for him. Once it was in place with about 2 inches sticking out, I taped it in place. The last thing was a pair of suction devices I’d acquired for his nipples. I made him lube them with his tongue and put them on his nipples. I squeezed the pump handle a few times and his nipples sucked right up the tubes. How sexy. I could tell he liked it but, after a couple of hours, he might change his mind and when I pulled them off his nipples would be super sensitive and easy to play with. He was ready to go and so was I. My pussy was already dripping and my nipples were as hard as thimbles. This was going to be so much fun.

I put my face close to him, kissed him a few times, dipped my fingers into my wet pussy and let him taste me as he smiled from ear to ear. Then I told him the things we were going to do and how much it was going to hurt his cock and balls. I showed him the elastrator and described how it worked and what it was designed to do. I told him that I was only going to leave it on for an hour at a time but I would probably do it 5 or 6 times before his ordeal was over today. Everything we did to his balls today would be done with the elastrator band on them. I knew it was going to be very painful and I hoped I didn’t have to gag him but I would if necessary. I showed him all the needles I had put in the cart. Over 200 of them in all sizes ranging from one-half inch up to 2 inches long. Every one of them was going into his testicles today and maybe more. I showed him all the items we were going to use to beat and crush his cock and balls with today. I also had all sorts of nipple clamps to try out when his nipples got big and sensitive. Plus, the next 2 sizes of butt plugs and the next 2 sizes of the steel rods for his peehole dilation. His eyes were as big as dinner plates and my pussy was dripping on the black carpet. I looked at the clock. Ten minutes before she arrived. I told Bill that my helper’s name was Chastity and he would recognize her from the Club. That was actually her stage name but it sounded better than Linda, her real name. I was going to go downstairs and wait for her and then tell her what we were going to do. I had already told her what to wear and to be prepared to stay until around 10 or 11 pm. With that, I shut the door and went down to wait.

She arrived right on time and, under her jacket, had on a black, open weave knit dress that showed off her breasts and shaved pussy. She was wearing black fishnet thigh thigh highs and a pair of 6” platform pumps in black patent leather. She looked stunning and said she was all ready to go and excited as hell. We decided to smoke a joint before heading up to the dungeon. We’d take a few more joints with us to get Bill high as a kite, too. I told her that everything was ready and Bill was secured in a gyno chair with his legs spread, butt plug in, steel rod in and nipples being enlarged. This was going to be serious fun for us and serious pain for him……

We entered the dungeon and I could see Bill’s eyes take in Chastity and I could tell he liked what he saw. Chastity walked right over to him and surveyed the situation. She had a big smile on her face. Without saying a word she grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze. Bill winced and said thank you Chastity to her. She really liked that. I told her that we were going to start by removing the rubber donuts and the steel rod that was fucking his peehole. Then we would put the elastrator band on his balls and start our fun from there. We ended up leaving one rubber donut on so it would be easier to put on the band. I opened it up all the way and slid it over his ballsac, close to the base of his hard cock. When I slid the band off and it snapped closed on his ballsac, his eyes widened and he gasped out loud. I could tell it really hurt but he still said thank you. I loved the look of pain and fear in his eyes. His balls immediately started turning purple and the skin of his ballsac was as shiny as a newly waxed floor. There was no way that band was coming off until I cut it off. I could do whatever I wanted to his balls and they would stay put. I was dripping with excitement.

I grabbed the blue ball beaters off the cart and handed one to Chastity and showed her how to use them. She caught right on and went at his balls with gusto. Pretty soon we had a tempo going and he was writhing in pain. The moans were still acceptable and I loved hearing all the thank you, thank you coming from his mouth so it wasn’t time for the gag yet. You could actually watch his testicles swell as we beat on them and they were turning such a pretty shade of purple. After about 10 minutes, I gave her both ball beaters and I got the big steel sound out and started beating his cock with it. I wanted his entire cock and balls purple and swollen. I reached between my legs to feel how wet I was. It was running down my thighs. I felt between Chastity’s thighs and her pussy lips were parted expectantly and dripping with her arousal juices. We were both smiling at each other as Bill moaned in pain. It just doesn’t get much better than this, I thought. I think we both got tired about the same time. This torture stuff will build up your biceps and triceps. Besides, it was time to change themes and increase the pain level for him and the fun for us.

I pulled the tray over close to Bill’s swollen nuts and told Chastity we were going to do some needle therapy on these purple testicles. She clapped her hands and giggled. First, we were going to put in the next bigger size of butt plug and steel rod. It took both hands to get the old butt plug out and it took both of us, with Bill moaning and crying all the time, to stuff the next size in him. The big baby. It was only 2 inches in diameter. I planned on having 3 inches in him by the end of the day. The next size of steel rod was just about the same size as my little finger and I knew it would be hard to get in there. I had Chastity hold his hard dick with both hands while I tried sliding the rod into his little peehole. It took about 5 minutes and a lot of lube but I finally got about half of it in. Bill could see what we were doing with his dick and his eyes were wide and dilated. Amazingly, like before, the big rod started going down his peehole all by itself. I loved watching this happen. Once again, it stopped with just about an inch sticking out. Perfect. I taped his cock to his belly so the rod couldn’t come out. We were ready for needles, my favorite thing. We laid out all the needles for the first therapy treatment, 50 of them in all sizes and gauges. I decided that we needed to get Bill high before we started. I lit up a fat joint and we took turns blowing shotguns into his lungs. In just a few minutes he was high as a kite and saying thank you incessantly. I told Chastity that I would put in the first 10 needles and she could watch. The first one was a 2 incher and it slid in effortlessly. I could feel it glide through all the different layers of his testicle until it reached the actual testis and septum, the part of the ball that actually produced the little sperms. I loved this part, when a needle from me was inside of his most precious possession. I even moved it around to hear his moans and feel the tip of the needle destroying his ability to ever make another baby. I used a few shorter ones to find the sack of fluid that surrounds the testicle and see if I could drain some of his ballsap off. It was no problem. The swelling had made that area easy to find and very quickly I had 3 needles pumping fluid for me. Chastity had been watching intently and, when I handed her 10 needles, she went right to work. It was very fascinating to watch the needles slide in when someone else was doing it and I could take in the whole picture. I told her I wanted to put in 10 more and then the last 20 were hers. By the time he had 30 in him, he was making too much noise so I got the ball gag and secured it in his mouth. It really helped with the moaning and crying. His swollen ballsac looked like a pin cushion and it was bleeding in spots which just added to the picture. I pulled the suction tubes off of his nipples while Chastity went to work. His nipples were raw looking and at least an inch long. I put a couple of nasty looking clamps on them and you could hear him howl behind the gag. This was really getting good to me. I looked down and Chastity was putting in two needles at a time, one in each testicle. Great idea, I thought. I was so horny by now that I knew it was about time to untie Bill, feed him some warm pee from both of us and get our pussies licked. Plus, it was nearly an hour and I needed to get the band off of his balls. I didn’t want them to die on me when I still had a lot of hurtful things to do to them. We pulled out the needles and sounds and you could hear his sigh of relief. I carefully got a scalpel and nicked the elastrator band. It only took about 3 little cuts and it popped off. I could see him slump in the chair. I think he was afraid that I wasn’t going to take it off. He just didn’t know how much I enjoyed causing pain to those little orbs.

As soon as we untied and ungagged him, I told him to go over to his potty and we would serve him some refreshments. He eagerly scrambled over but he was holding onto his nuts like he didn’t want them swinging about. I went first so Chastity could watch. She was fascinated that he would just hold his mouth open and, as it filled with my pee, he would swallow all of it and look like the happiest guy on the planet. When it came her turn, Bill took a good look at her pussy. She had little pussy lips and was shaved totally smooth. I could tell he liked it. It took her a few minutes to get the stream going but, meanwhile he was enjoying the view. She peed in 2 streams and he tried to get it all but quite a bit of it was all over his face. We all laughed about it and I took a paper towel and wiped him off.

We decided that he could only lick one of us at a time and it might be fun if the other one was behind him, kicking and grabbing his balls. I told her to go first and laid down on the floor with a pillow under her pussy to raise it up and I told Bill to get on his knees, legs spread for easy access to his balls. I pulled a chair up between his legs and positioned myself so it would be easy to kick his swollen balls. Chastity spread her legs and her pussy lips and told him how she liked it licked. He immediately bent to the task and very shortly the sounds of pleasure were coming from her throat. I started a rhythmic kicking of his balls. I was enjoying the view and really enjoying the feel of my shoe impacting his swollen ballsac. What a great way to spend a day, I thought. I was sure glad my shoes were patent leather so it would be easy to get the blood off that was still seeping from his many needles holes.

Finally, Chastity could take no more. She must have had a dozen orgasms and Bill’s face was slick with her juices. My turn now. I traded places with her and pulled his head to my waiting pussy. My first orgasm took about 30 seconds. Chastity was kicking him so hard that I could feel every kick in my pussy as it shoved his head forward. I wondered if the same thing had happened when I was kicking him. I hoped so. This was heaven. I was having an orgasm spasm about every 2 minutes and wave after wave of pleasure was coursing through my dripping pussy. I don’t think I lasted over about 20 minutes and had to call it quits. Bill’s face was covered in both our juices. He looked so happy. We decided to take a break for a half hour and then get Bill tied back down for the rest of the session.

For the rest of the day it was more of the same. Different places, different positions and more and more pain for Bill’s nuts. Chastity was the needle maniac. She would giggle the entire time she was piercing his testicles with needles. At one point she said that her pussy juice was running into her shoes. My favorite was hanging Bill upside down and spread-eagled using the hoisting apparatus. There was a separate little pulley in the middle of the leg spreader and we attached that to the parachute harness that was around his balls. Then, once we had him upside down and suspended we could use the small pulley to stretch his balls out with some weights. We only used 10 pounds which stretched them out perfect for our purposes. He was absolutely helpless as we tortured his ass, nipples, cock and balls. 50 needles were inserted in his testicles while he was upside down and we tried to get one size larger butt plug in but it just wouldn’t go so we put the 2 incher back in until we got him back in the gyno chair. We did increase the size of the steel rod in his cock to the next larger one. I pulled it in and out a few times and his peehole looked almost big enough to get my little finger in it. I really wanted to get my index finger in but that was going to take a lot of work, I thought.

Every time we would finish inserting 50 needles in his balls, we would let him down and we’d both pee in his mouth. Then, he would be required to lick our pussies and asses until we were finished. We would then take a short break, maybe smoke a little weed and then back to the dungeon for the next part of the session. At the start of every session we would put his balls back into the elastrator and snap the band on his ballsac. I could tell by his moans, cries and tears that it really was painful. I was so glad that I’d found that thing. It just made his balls get huge and they could not go anywhere. What a wonderful device and so user friendly.

The 4th, and last, session of the day started out with Bill back in the gyno chair, his balls constricted by the elastrator band and his arms and legs tightly secured. I’d taken out the ballgag for this last session as we both decided we wanted to hear his moans and cries. Besides, the room was pretty well soundproofed and his neighbors were quite a ways away. We still had 50 needles to go, all of them the long, 2 inch ones, the 2 ½ inch butt plug needed to go in his ass and I wanted to try and jam the next size steel rod in his peehole. By now he was thoroughly broken and that’s just the way I wanted him. I wanted him to be resigned to his fate and my sadistic ways. I was having the time of my life and Chastity was already begging to come back and do some more of this. His balls were so purple that they were almost black. He had had 150 needles stuck in them and they had been beat and crushed and kicked unmercifully until they were now swollen to at least 3 times their normal size and they were starting to feel a little mushy. I just loved squeezing them and feeling how the hardness of them was now a lot softer. His poor cock was also black, blue and swollen and the big steel rod had left his peehole dilated about ¼ inch. You could see inside of it for about an inch. I loved it. His nipples had been in the suction devices on and off all day and right now they were red, raw and at least an inch long. They looked like women’s nipples. I was hoping that, if I used the suction devices all the time, I could keep them like that. It would be fun making him wear thin T-shirts in public.

He looked so pathetic all tied down in his gyno chair. His eyes were red and raw looking. His pupils were dilated from all the weed we’d made him smoke. I asked him if he’d had enough and he shook his head and said thank you for the millionth time and that being done was always to be my decision and I’d know when he was done. I gave him a little kiss for that.

The first thing we did was remove the 2 inch butt plug and lube up the next one, a 2 ½ inch black monster. His asshole was totally dilated. It didn’t contract one bit when the plug came out. I played with it for a minute and thought about trying to put my hand in there but decided to wait until the next day’s session. It did take 4 fingers with ease, however, a good sign for the fistings tomorrow. The new butt plug went in surprisingly easy and Bill barely moaned at all. We decided to try to the biggest one, the 3 inch black butt plug. It looked obscene. We lubed it and him up real good with the boy butter and started pushing it in. He squirmed and moaned a lot but four arms and two ladies overcame one sphincter muscle and we finally got it installed in his asshole. It really did look huge. My pussy was dripping and quivering again. I just got all excited while hurting him. Next was the steel rod for his peehole. We went up to the next size and it was plenty big. I don’t understand their sizing but it was right at ½ inch in diameter. There were only 3 left in the case after that one and I’d been using the biggest one to beat his cock and balls. Once again, we lubed it up and used our tried and true method. His cock was still hard as a rock. Why and how I do not know. Chastity held his cock with one hand and used her other to pry open the head a little bit. I inserted the steel rod into his dilated peehole and started pushing It down. As usual, it was very hard to get the first 1/3rd or so in his cock but, after that, it would just slide down on its own. I loved watching it disappear into him. Very erotic. He was yelling this time and the cries were like music to my ears. Chastity was rubbing her pussy with one hand and beating his balls with the other. It was so wild and crazy that I can’t describe it. It’s like we were overcome with desire and couldn’t control what we were doing. We, once again, taped the steel rod in place on his stomach. This time we had picked out the meat tenderizers to use on his balls. They seemed so appropriate. We took turns hitting them and the lady that wasn’t hitting them was torturing his nipples. We would put the suction devices on them for 5 minutes and then pull them off and put some of the viscous clamps on his red, raw nipples and then use our hands to pinch them even harder. Some sort of yellowish, clear fluid was leaking out of his nipples and he was now continuously moaning. He had totally stopped moving and squirming about. I think the endorphins had finally taken over and he was as lost in the moment as we were. It was time for the final needle therapy of the day. We wiped his balls off with alcohol pads and I know that was stinging horrible but he never even wiggled. Chastity laid out the 50 needles and pulled them all from their packages. We were going to do this quickly. We would both get a needle and slide it in from opposite sides of his swollen ballsac. The goal was to try and get the needles to hit each other. We succeeded a few times and it was easy to tell when because the moans would go up 5 octaves when we did. The insides of his testicles had to look like raw meat after 200 needles had been inserted into them. When we finally finished with the needles we grabbed the camera and took an entire series of photos for the scrapbook. I would probably get off from just looking at them. By now he had had the elastrator band on for 30 minutes or so and we both needed to pee. We untied him and had him walk and crawl over to his toilet for some nourishment. Being the good little boy he was, he hustled over and got into position. We both filled his mouth and tummy with our warm, golden pee and he thanked both of us profusely. I told him to lay down on the floor, face up and spread eagled. One of us was going to get her dripping pussy licked while the other was going to play with his needles, maybe even tap on them a bit with a small paddle to make sure they were well seated. It was so great to be sitting on his face while his balls were being mistreated like this. Every time a needle was moved around or tapped with the paddle he would increase the tempo of his tongue in my pussy. I came and came and came. I hated for it to be Chastity’s turn. She climbed on his juice covered face and I made sure she got the same treatment I had received. By the time she was done we were at the 1 hour mark and poor Bill hadn’t came yet. We decided to make him cum with the needles still in his testicles and the big steel rod still in his cock, of course. We didn’t want any of that nasty, gooey stuff on our hands. We didn’t even want to see any of it. I undid his right hand and gave him the vibrator to put on his dick. We were going to torture his nuts, needles and all, until he came. It didn’t take long and I could feel the tremors in his thighs and balls as the cum tried to boil out of his dick and make a big mess everywhere. It got stopped and Bill just vibrated as the cum pushed against the big steel rod. A little bit of it seeped out around the edge of the rod. I even hated that little bit and vowed that I would go back to my other method from now on. I would clamp his cum tunnel down with my thumb and fingers until nothing could escape. Besides, I loved the feeling of his hot, nasty cum trying to escape and finding nowhere to go.

I cut off the elastrator band and noted that it had been on for 70 minutes this last time. I don’t think I did any permanent harm. The color seemed to be coming back pretty quickly. I didn’t care if I did him damage but, not yet. I still had hundreds of things I wanted to do to them and it would take months, if not years, to do all of them and I knew that, without his balls, he would lose interest pretty quick. Maybe after 5 or 6 years he’d allow me take them off for him. It would get to the point that I was causing them to give him so much pain that he’d be glad to be rid of them.

To be continued