My desire to bust other men is something that has grown over many years and another time I might tell you more about i. But today I want to tell you about last week. Last week was the culmination of months of plotting and planning and I’m going to have to work really hard to top it.

My current partner is a guy called Rob. He’s 5’8” and skinny / athletic. He likes to have his nuts worked over but it’s not top of his pain threshold is quite low and he knows that we don’t go far enough to get me off as much as I’d like. He’s a smart cookie though and he aims to please. So one day we’re talking about busting and he says that he’s been thinking and has a plan to satisfy my growing need to really punish a guys balls. After more talking and a considerable amount of wine I was as hard as a rock. We fucked like animals and later agreed to put the plan into action.

Step one was to find a guy checked into a hotel where he was the only occupant of a floor. Not an easy task you may think but then Rob works reception at the Marriott off Edgware Road. He’s also a wiz with computers and he has a gaydar that is second to none. It took him about 2 months to find our man but it felt like a whole lot longer. Rob knew he was the one as soon as he walked through the revolving door into reception. A smart guy in his early thirties travelling on business (sharp suit), newly married (shiny new ring on his finger) but Rob could tell he had a bi side from 30 feet. He also had a considerable bulge in the right place. Rob kept out of sight and let the other receptionist check him in. As soon as he went for the lift Rob checked the computer, he was in a busy part of the hotel. Thinking quickly Rob cancelled his room key and changed his booking for a larger room in a quiet corner of the 12th floor. After 10 minutes the guy returned to reception and he wasn’t happy. The receptionist couldn’t explain what had happened but put it down to an admin error and calmed the guy down by pointing out that he was booked into a superior room at the standard rate.

When Rob came in from his shift early next morning he was beaming ear to ear. The guy being married was a huge turn on. And Rob’s description of his package made me eager to get on with it. But there were still days to wait. We were to move on Thursday night, well early Friday morning, then there were only 3 other occupied rooms on the 12th floor and they were separated by at least 2 fire-doors from our guy.

On Thursday Rob and I arrived at the hotel just before 1AM. Rob let us in through a service door at the back and we went up the service elevator to the 12th floor. Rob had arranged for the surveillance cameras on our route to be facing the wrong way or to be out of order we arrived near the guys room completely unobserved. Rob checked a local terminal and could see that the guy had let himself into his room at 23:25 and that he was currently watching channel 4. So chances were that he’d had a few drinks and he was still awake, we couldn’t hope for much better.

The next part of the plan was to get us into the guys room. I was sceptical about this but Rob with his degree in psychology reckoned he could get the guy to open the door invite us in and be putty in our hands. We acted drunk in the corridor outside his room making enough noise so he’d know we were there but not enough to alert others of our presence. We started out with some light petting but it got more serious with Rob pulling out my big cock and masturbating me in the corridor in full sight of the spy hole in the guy’s door. After a few minutes Rob lurched towards the door in a drunken fashion and slurred that he could see him watching us. Why didn’t he open the door and get a better view. After some more coaxing and the offer of the ‘best blow job he’d ever have’ the door opened. Rob was right, he was definitely my type, slim, fit and from the tenting in the towel that he had pulled around him, well hung.

I picked up the small bag that we had with us and lurched through the door after Rob. Once inside Rob pushed the guy onto the bed and started working his dick. Cupping his balls and sucking enthusiastically on his cock head. As the towel was discarded I could see that the guy was truly well endowed, his cock was at least 8” and his balls were eggs hanging low in a loose scrotum. After a short while Rob whispered in the guy’s ear and I saw him nod enthusiastically. That was my cue. Rob had just told the guy that he wanted to ride his cock while he was tied to the bed. It only occurred to me afterwards that there should have been some suspicion at this point. Here he was being tied to a hotel bed by two guys he didn’t know, who appeared outside his hotel room drunk but now appeared to be sober. There was no sign of suspicion though, well his solid cock showed no sign of suspicion anyway.

I eagerly tied him to the bed with some cotton rope from the bag and when I’d finished doing it Rob, now stripped naked and lubed up, lowered himself onto the guys cock. I can be the jealous sort but somehow knowing how this was going to end the sight of this guys cock stretching Rob’s ass just turned me on. I stood at the bottom of the bed rubbing my hard cock through my jogging pants. It didn’t take long before the guys thrusting got more serious and his face contorted. I put 2 fingers between his ass and balls and pressed hard. It was just in time to feel the pulsing as the guy shot his load deep into Rob’s ass.

As the guys cock slipped out of Rob’s ass it was my turn to take centre stage. I explained to the guy that I wanted from him a ‘Platinum Load’. That I was going to suck him, fuck him, squeeze his balls and give him sensations that he’d never felt before and would never feel again. Now suspicion started to creep across his face. I explained that I was going to have to gag him before we continued. His look of relaxation induced by cumming in Rob had all but evaporated. He started to ask why but all I told him was that it would become clear. I pulled a ball gag from the bag. It was a big gag, built for effectiveness not comfort. The guy struggled against his bounds as I fitted it. Rob sat back on the sofa and waited for the show to start for real.

I sucked on the guys cock, I could almost feel the guys reluctance for it to get hard. But he had no choice and after a minute or so it was solid. I massaged his balls, keeping them low in his sack. My squeezing was gradually getting harder and harder. I could feel the muscles in my arm move and my biceps tense as I pulled down but so far I was barely trying. As my squeezing and pulling got harder the guy struggled more and became more vocal but he knew his situation was hopeless. Each time he came close to cumming I upped the pain and reduced the stimulation of his cock. Then I slowed the stimulation right down, I needed to explain to him what a ‘platinum load’ was and I didn’t want him ejaculating at the news. I told him that soon it would be time for him to give me his ‘platinum load’, this would be the last load that he ever shot that contained any sperm. For it was my intention to destroy his nuts before surise. He lay surprisingly still but his cock stood up to attention, after it stood rigid for a few seconds it pulsed a couple of times and some pre-cum dripped. Then realisation hit him and he started struggling frantically and trying to shout. I thought he was going to break free but Rob eventually sat on his chest and he was subdued.

I went over to the bag and got out an elastrator. I explained to the guy how it worked and what was going to happen to him next. I would cut off the blood to his balls and then fuck him till he gave up his ‘platinum load’. We would then leave him tied to the bed with his nuts dying to be discovered by the maid in the morning.

I put the band on the elastrator and opened the jaws wide. The band went over his nuts which I pulled down as low as I could. I then slid the band off at the top of his scrotum. He tensed up and pulled continuously at his bounds in obvious pain. I wrapped my hand around his nuts and squeezed hard but still not full power, I didn’t want him to cum until my cock was buried in his ass. I put on a condom and lubed him up. Cock was obviously something new for his ass as he was incredibly tight. I rammed deep into him. I’m sure he was thrashing and struggling at this point but to be honest I was oblivious to it. The thought of destroying his balls, the thought of destroying the closet fags balls and denying his wife the fuckings she enjoyed. The thought of shooting my load in his virgin ass. It was all too much, as I started to cum I increased the pressure on his balls to my full power. I became conscious of the guy’s writhing and his cock shooting gobs of spunk into the air before they spatted down onto his body. Then I felt his nuts give way in the palm of my hand first one, I then had to readjust my grip to trap the second. I squeezed it hard between my fingers and it went with an almost audible squelch. His ‘platinum load’ was huge there was spunk everywhere.

Rob and I cleared our traces from the room and slipped out without being observed. Rob quit his job at the hotel and we kept a low profile. The story never made it into the papers but I wondered how he explained it to his wife?