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Saturday, 1 March 2003 Jennifer and Mark's relationship was quite strong, but I hadn't known just how strong. Nor had I known just how.. odd. It was a surprise when they got together. I had known Jennifer was rather a man-hater and got along only rather grudgingly with many, despite appearances. So when she and Mark became an item, it was a bit of a shock. And Mark spent a lot of time with her. This seemed to have a bit of a calming effect on Jennifer. There was a hushed joke going around that he must be a masochist and like having her work out her aggressions on him. Well, turns out it wasn't entirely a joke... I had some odd fantasies from time to time about giving a guy what-for. Never really did anything, though. Partly I didn't want to hurt someone too much. I'm not a bitch. Well, not most of the time. And that is a sensitive area... I know as I could just mention it and watch most guys cringe. Sometimes they got more cooperative, sometimes they kept their distance. Either way worked out. But I still had that fantasy. And I noticed something. Mark didn't get distant when I said something. And while he did act nice, he didn't act... fearful. Last night Jennifer and I went out on a bit of a girls night out. We ate, we talked, we drank, we watched the show. Male strippers. Jennifer showed me something. She'd stopped by the bank and gotten a couple rolls of coins. Some of the dollar coins that were supposed to be a big thing a couple years back, and some of the half dollar coins. Those huge things almost nobody uses. She put a few in her drink -- in her heavily iced drink. In a few minutes they were quite cold. Fun with male strippers. Male strippers in nothing but tight G-strings. She held up a folded bill, with a couple of the cold coins hidden in the fold. When one guy got close she stuffed the money in, making sure the coins fell out of the fold and onto bare skin. The look was amusing as the poor guy tried to keep his composure and go on with the show all smiles while he had a sudden chill. We were both amused and the next time I just had to do the same cold coin trick. I told Jennifer what a bitch she was and how I envied that, at least some. Did I mention we'd been drinking? She must've had more than usual, as she told me that that was nothing and then began to tell me about having Mark by the balls. And hitting and squeezing them and causing him pain... and how he liked it. "Do you two give lessons in ballbusting?" I asked. She said no, they didn't, and then thought about it some. (The taxi driver's look as we talked about ballbusting was priceless!) Wednesday, 5 March 2003 Jennifer asked me if I was serious. I was surprised. Seems she and Mark had talked it over and decided if I really wanted to learn more... they were willing to teach. Or rather, willing to let Mark teach, and Jennifer be amused. And I'd get some "hands on" experience. There were conditions, of course. No sex. Fine with me. No permanent damage, also fine. And I learned about safewords. I never knew kink was quite that formalized, but thinking about it, it has to be. Also, no booze or anything, to keep judgment clear. Also, I was told to dress with a swimsuit under my clothes, so I could strip to them - unless I didn't mind being naked. I'll go with the swimsuit. Pants or shorts recommended, or a short skirt, but not a long one. Well, obviously. This Saturday should be an experience! Saturday, 8 March 2003 Well, today was the big day. Jennifer greeted me at the door and the three of us talked, getting acquainted and relaxed. It felt awkward. How do you say, "Thanks for inviting me, now, can you show me how to cause you great pain?" But eventually we got to it. Mark asked if I had a target in mind. He didn't want to know who, just if there was a specific one, or I would be "hunting for a target of opportunity." I didn't have anyone in mind, but wanted to know more and get in some experience. Mark started by standing up and asking me what I thought of how he was dressed. It wasn't bad, a bit loose and comfortable. He explained that he was not an ideal target and let me feel why. His pants were such that the crotch wasn't at his and they made a bit of a shock absorber. He had me slap, open handed, and while he twitched, it was clear that if I'd hit anything, it wasn't much of a blow. And I didn't feel anything. He stripped down to Bermuda shorts and asked if I minded if he stripped farther. I didn't. Fun with a naked man, and me still dressed! But he didn't strip. Instead he pointed out that loose clothing, even without the shock absorbing effect, wasn't ideal for hitting. He had me feel him up a bit (he was already aroused, which I had known he would be, but it was still odd) and go through a slow motion slap and sure enough, there's enough play in the scrotum and balls to let them be pushed out of harms way. "Ok, now do it again, but not slow." I did. And then again, harder, at his request. He flinched and I knew he felt something, as I had felt his balls when I hit. But it was clear, he was right. Not an ideal target. He stripped, and then had me knee him in slow motion. Same thing. And then knee him faster, but not too hard. That was more effective, but still the point was made. Loose clothes or nudity just don't make for a really good target. Next he put on some tight bikini briefs and we did the swat and knee slow motion again. That was better. Then he did something I didn't expect. (Oh, like I expected any of this, really.) He spread his legs and left a nice open target area. And I slapped. I punched. And I kneed. And while all affected him, it wasn't as I'd expected it. Even with the tight briefs there was enough play for his nuts to move rather than be squished. But they did take a split-second to move and that was when things hurt him. Mark stood up and brought his feet and legs close and we did it all over again. This time the slap hurt enough he needed several seconds tp recover. The punch took longer. And I couldn't bring myself to knee him too hard, knowing he'd get it good - or bad. This amused Jennifer, who was watching. Evidently she would hit him harder. I will, later. Jennifer commented that I was being far too nice and not following through. Mark explained that. I had been slapping or punching or kneeing and then pulling back right away. He told me not to pull back. "If you're going to be a ballbusting bitch, be a ballbusting bitch. Don't pull back, instead, hold, or even push more. Grind in a bit. Imagine there's a fence right behind me, about up to my shoulderblades. Don't just knee me. Knee me like you're trying to push me over the fence... by my balls. Also, grip my shoulders or arms to make sure I don't go anywhere - or curl up protectively." I giggled a lot. And told him I'd remember that but not try it just now. I wonder what other guys would think if they knew what Mark was telling women. They might do some busting themselves. Hey, allow hitting below the belt and "illegal holds" and there might finally be a sport that'd be fun to watch. "Ok, that all works well for when you're going after just anyone. But if you have a willing lover, or an unwilling captive, then you can do a bit more." continued Mark as he again stripped. He took a odd thing, it looked to be a sort of leather ring, like a bracelet but too small. He asked me if I wanted to put it on him or if I rather he did it himself. I guessed where it went but told him this time he should do it himself. He slipped it on, snapped it closed, and then the only thing he wore was the band that held his balls away from his body. "If you can get your victim to wear something like this, you have him. Not just because you can add a leash, but because now the balls can't escape. But you also have to be more careful. There's more sensitivity, and a greater risk of damage from a blow." explained Mark. "Also, you don't have to just hit, this makes it easy to grab and squeeze." I tried a light slap. Then a somewhat harder slap. Amazing how much more vulnerable he was. I started to really feel power over him. It wouldn't take much to have him on the floor if wanted. And I started to want. I grabbed and squeezed. Mark winced and groaned. I squeezed harder... and finally let go when I heard him say "Safeword!" Mmmm.. power. Jennifer suggested a real power trip. She had me take off my shoes and had Mark lie down near a chair. I sat down... and could play with his ball with a foot. It was so easy to make him squirm. It would have been so easy to push him too far. I think I could have popped his balls if I'd stood up. Amazing that he was so trusting. And damn, what a feeling of power! Too bad there was only one Mark. I have two feet, I could double my torture, double my fun! He got dressed again, leaving the ring on, and washed up. We all went out to lunch. Fun knowing how vulnerable he was. Jennifer and I both had fun 'accidently' nudging him below the belt. The Ring of Vulnerability, I call it now. The world might be a better place if all men wore one... and really tight briefs. On the way to lunch, Jennifer told me how they'd met. She was swinging some fruit, probably a small squash or zuchinni, and he was just too tempting a target to let go by, so she added the fruit to his breadbasket, as it were. And this happened a few times, then.. well they're not sure. But they got together. We were going to do more after lunch, but I think Jen wanted some time alone with Mark. *smirk* So the lessons ended early. Maybe tomorrow. Mark seems to want to be sure I know more. It'd be simply unladylike to refuse... Tuesday, 11 March 2003 Just a short session after work, today, but a neat one. Just grabbing and squeezing a guy's nuts isn't as simple as it would seem. Sure, it seems all effective, but there are a couple tricks. One is that one hand can't quite hold both and keep them captive, at least not without the Ring of Vulnerability. Two hands work better, but even then it isn't just grab and squeeze. They're kinda round (duh! "balls" are round!) and pop out of your grip. Mark had me make a "gun" with my hand, like a kid playing cowboy. The trick is to get the ball into the opening part of the hand and then wrap the "barrel" of the gun around to hold it in place as the thumb "trigger" squeezes. I did that from behind him and in front. I think he liked behind better (my breasts pressing at his back) but it was more fun from the front where I could watch his face. Jennifer had a zuchinni handy and so got Mark to wear tight briefs again. (It's odd how normal it seems to see him naked and, well, abuse him. Wonder where I can find another one like him...) We walked past each other a few times and eventually I nailed him. Not too hard, the first time. By the third or fourth, though, I was really getting into it. Then Jennifer had something else: an apple. But this went into one of Mark's socks. I could really swing that sucker! I wasn't so sure, but they both insisted I try it, and not lightly. As a joke I said I wasn't mad enough and Mark would have to earn it. Mark obliged, just as jokingly, saying that if I wasn't up to it, maybe we should trade places, and that after all the pain I've caused him so far, maybe I needed to spanked. Well, nobody is spanking me, not even as a joke. I swung and swung hard. I think Mark enjoyed looking up the two of us standing over him as he caught his breath. Pervert. Fun pervert, though. That was it for the ballbusting lesson tonight, but they did let me see the basement. Wow! Nice strong beams. Two hefty pillars to hold a victim between. Or tie two victims, one to each pillar. And there's this table.. so many ways someone could be strapped down to it. I could just imagine Mark bound up and vulnerable to Jen's.. or my.. whims. Mmmm! Wish I owned a house and didn't just rent an apartment. I want a dungeon! And a victim.. or maybe a couple. Be fun to see one react to what I did to the other. Maybe someday. Oh well, I'll get play with (work over!) Mark this Saturday again. Oh, one more thing. If the balls do pop out of grip, that isn't all bad - if pain is what you want to cause. Sometimes they have to squeeze some to escape, and the sudden change (both ways! squeeze and release) causes additional pain. A fairly sharp pain it seems. I think Mark might not even like it. Must remember that. I could pretend to be kind.. and be such a bitch. Julie Jewelbuster? Saturday, 15 March 2003 Today was different. We went right to the basement and Mark stripped, put on a ball gag (first I'd seen one. Guess I don't get out much).. and got onto all fours on the table, then Jennifer strapped him into place. We both teased him a bit and slapped and squeezed his balls. But I'd done that before, though without him bound. Jennifer showed me a few odd things.. and they all looked fascinatingly neat and nasty. Jen explained how cattle could be castrated. I never knew there were so many methods. One method would be a fairly clean surgical technique, an incision into the scrotum, pop out a ball, cut it off - or bite the cords. Supposedly some old timers say that's the best way to make sure things are sealed. We didn't do that, of course, but it was fun to talk about it with Mark stuck there with his balls hanging free and seeming to just beg for removal. Another would be to band. Jennifer had two gadgets. One used a sort of rubber band and extended it into a big square. Then this was slipped around the scrotum and when it lets go... it leaves the band around the scrotum, with the balls below. The band is so tight that it chokes off the blood supply and the balls die. Not sure how long it take, but probably not all that long. The band is left on though, and the bull (or stallion, or...) eventually heals over and his balls just fall off. At least I think that's how it goes. We did use this gadget. Mark sure felt it when the band snapped into place! But we cut the band off right away. I didn't have a good grip on it (Jen and I each had pliers we carefully used to hold the band as she cut it) and it was good Mark was tied down. He really felt that, and so did I, when it flew off. I'm not sure if it bounced off something first, but damn that stung. Good thing we took it off right quick. After all, if we broke this toy we couldn't get it fixed (unfixed, really!) again. We let Mark recover a bit - but didn't free him - and Jen showed me a different bander. This used what looked like some tubing that fit in a sort of open triangle. And there was a metal clip to hold the tubing in place. After a while we used this, too. We both practiced on a little leather pouch sort of thing. Did that in front of Mark so he could see it. I got it right a few times in a row and then we want back behind him, after letting him see me load it one more time... and put it in place, Marks balls hanging through the Bermuda Triangle of Manhood. I waited and savored the sight. (And the feeling. Mmmm. Power is fun!) Then worked the bander and the tubing closed around his scrotum, and then the metal clip was in place.. and then crimped. And I released the band and looked at my work. Mark didn't seem to jump quite so much, but we sure knew he felt something! Again, we cut the band off after several seconds. There are other methods, like something called a "Burdizzo" that just crushes the cords but leaves the balls in the scrotum and the scrotum attached. We didn't use it at all, but Jan has one. Just for show, she says. I wonder. But Mark isn't a eunuch (eunich?) yet. Of course, if you take a man's balls away, then what can you have him by? I did, however feel around and found the cords. Neat to know. I suppose I couldn't take them out bare-handed, but I wonder.. maybe a really hard pinch with strong fingers would at least.. well, give a guy something to remember for a while? What, me a bitch? Yep! Hrmm.. dominatrix might not be a bad job... with the right clientele. Oooh.. whipped nuts? Jen did have one more surprise. A miniature "cattle prod" that had been modified. I'll never think of the term "Hot-shot" the same way. This one had been modified to not have quite as much kick as a regular version, but... well, wow. Very effective. And guess where? Of course. After all that, though, I did feel a bit guilty. I did something I really hadn't expected. It didn't take too much, but I did give Mark (still bound!) a hand-job - after getting a condom on him. He can clean that up himself. He did. We let him out so he could clean himself up, of course. I should have known... once he spurted, he felt his aching nuts more. Would it be evil to have a guy jack off and then sock it to his 'nads? Something to try sometime. Get the sex of his system, humiliate and degrade him, and make him feel pain more. -- Julie, Evil Bitch. Saturday, 22 March 2003 More fun with Mark. Basement again. This time he was bound upright. Kinda like spread-eagle, but standing. He had some briefs on, thong type. Just fun slapping and squeezing and teasing for a while. Then Jen and I took turns hitting him, quickly, not letting him recover. Oh, but first there was something else. Did I mention that a light slap isn't bad, but several are? If you sort of vibrate your hand and hit over and over, each slap isn't much, but the effect of it over time (only a few seconds!)... well, wow. Mark safeworded after not very long, but then said he shouldn't have. It seems like it's a "I can't take it anymore.. but don't stop" sort of things. So I did it again. That could get fun. Imagine a wheel with heavyish leather flaps attached, the flaps set to slap a guy's nuts. I wonder if it could be rigged with an exercise bike? And would be better to face away, so he feels ignored and tortured? Or face toward him so you could enjoy seeing him suffer? What a bitch I'm turning into, huh? After we (me & Jen) tired of that, she handed me a scissors! I wasn't sure for moment, then I got it. I snipped the sides of the band around his waist and let the thong briefs fall. More fun with naked Mark. Jen got a bowl of water and some soap and we washed his scrotum, and the surroundings. He'd shaved them (Well, he used Nair, actually.. even Jen doesn't take a razor there). I never thought I'd do it, but I took his balls in my mouth. They're suddenly very big - I could really only get one at a time. The escaping ball feeling pain thing works a lot with this. And the feel of my teeth on his ball(s) had quite an effect on Mark. I had him on the edge of safewording for several minutes. Yes, I sucked his balls. So I suck. He's lucky I didn't swallow. Or even chew. Well, not much... That was about it. Jen might let me visit and torture Mark some more, but not so often. She wants more time alone with him and I can't blame her. And maybe he needs to recover. I mentioned how nice it was to have Mark, and a house. Jen said it would be probably not be too hard to find guys to tease and even torture, but the trick would be to find the right ones. Ones that wouldn't demand sex, and wouldn't be looking for a real castration. As much fun as that might be, it's best left to surgeons. Though I bet they don't have near as much fun as I could. And a house isn't needed, they said. The apartment would probably do. Just have to make entrance and exits look respectable, and use silent signals and gags.. and maybe a sorta loud stereo for cover. I thanked Jen, and also thanked Mark. I wasn't wearing a swim top or bra this time and raised my shirt for him. I told him he could touch, but there'd be a price. He did as expected, and touched, nice and gently. Then I grabbed him by the upper arms, just below the shoulders, held on and planted my knee in his groin, and held it there, grinding a bit for a few seconds. When I let go he collapsed on the floor. Then I got down and grabbed his nuts in one hand and slapped them hard with the other, before holding one ball in each hand and squeezing.. hard. He choked out his safeword. I left him on the floor, crying -- and grinning. Probably the best thank-you I could I give him, strange as it seems. Wednesday, 26 March 2003 Mark stopped by at work, dropping off a gift from Jennifer. A nice coin purse. A nice leather coin purse. With no seams. Yep, a scrotum. Not Marks. Some unlucky kangaroo is no longer jumping the same. (Probably not jumping at all.. use all the bits.. wonder what kangaroo dick is used for.. besides making more kangaroos.) Oh, and I found neat site on the net. Not sure what I think of the war. Nasty, maybe needed, maybe not, and... well, the site is www.americanbrassballs.com but they aren't the 'real thing' (hard to get... though I kinda like the idea of using the real thing.. oh well) but some nice earrings and other jewelry. Don't know how many guys would know it was a hawkish thing, but it might scare a few into line. And maybe I'll find my "Mark" with them. I wonder. How many guys are there out there who'd let me torture their nuts? Of course I'd like to be able to go farther than that... but I'm no surgeon and I don't want to need a lawyer. Still, it'd be neat to band.. and leave the band on until the job was done. Real earrings? But how to get them.. coated.. treated? And to see some guy as I popped his balls... the look in his eyes. Maybe someone who deserved it.. hear him beg? Or gag him so he couldn't? I guess I'll have to settle for "mild" torture of.. someone, when I find him. Or he finds me. Too bad there isn't someplace I could live out all of my deliciously wicked fantasies. I know, I'm terribly slow at getting new stories out. But slow is the right way to crush nuts, isn't it? Take your time and savior the agony. This was a rather quick knock-off and I hope it doesn't show too badly. I have a couple more ideas, but they'll be a little while. And yes, Julie here will find a place to live her "deliciously wicked fantasies" eventually. The kangaroo scrotum coin purse and the brass balls jewelry are real, by the way. -- MainSqueeze.
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