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He had asked for it. He knew that. And now he was standing naked, yet bound between the two columns. The columns he had installed in Jennifer's basement, just for this. He felt the wonderful helplessness and vulnerability of it all. Here he was, wrists and ankles cuffed, and the cuffs chained to the columns. Every piece was stronger than he was, he'd made sure of that. And this time he wore the gag. It looked like a ball gag, but inside his mouth it was different, a protrusion kept his tongue pressed down. That way he couldn't swallow it. Yes, he had asked for all this, built it himself, and even stepped into it and locked most of it himself. With the gag there could be no safeword spoken, and there was no rubber ball in his hand for him to drop as a signal either. This time would be it. Mark was terribly aroused, and only now realizing just how scared he was as well. But it was too late. He was helpless, by his own design. Jennifer grinned a sly, wicked grin. "Foolish, foolish little man. You built all this. You asked for this. You volunteered, even. And now.. you will feel the most horrible pain. And there's not a thing you can do about it. Having second thoughts? Don't bother. All your decisions have been made." She slapped his exposed scrotum and watched in amusement as he struggled in vain. She stepped around behind Mark and stripped out of her regular clothes. Keeping things to jeans and t-shirts had been her way. It made sense. It was all for her amusement, after all. But this time she would change. The leather bikini was silly and impractical, but she knew he liked the idea and it was the least she could do for him. He was giving her this chance.. and he could only give it once. Well, maybe twice, but she had no intentions of doing only half a job. Mark felt Jennifer approach behind him. The feel of her breasts pressing at his back. This was new. A last gift? Then he felt her hands running down his body, just avoiding his erect shaft, and finding his testicles. He felt her grip them. Her thumbs pushing down as each ball was trapped with the first finger and pressed against the second. So far Jennifer was being gentle. Just teasing. She started humming. He blinked. A Christmas tune? Then he realized, just as she gave a sudden hard squeeze, that it was the Nutcracker Suite. How apt. And the pain shot up his sides as she held tight. Then release. He relaxed, if only for the moment. Jennifer stepped back around and showed off her outfit. "Very silly and rather useless, but I know you like skimpy leather. I hope the view is worth it to you. Well, actually I don't care. I'm going to squeeze your balls to oblivion. I'll enjoy that. And from the look of things, you enjoy the idea. At least so far." She flicked her fingers teasingly close to his erection. She still didn't see how anyone, well, any man, could enjoy the idea of what she had planned. Yet the evidence was irrefutable. The gag muffled the scream when she kneed him. The cuffs and columns kept him from doubling over. He really wanted to curl up. And to stop this. He was having second thoughts, after all. The rape had been years ago. She remembered the pain and humiliation clearly. She wished she had seen the scum's face, but he'd worn a mask. She kept wondering why she hadn't ripped it off. It haunted her dreams even these years later. The dreams were missing logic. She hadn't ripped off his maskbecause of the weapon he held. She thought of this and gave Mark's nutsanother squeeze. Not the full squish, not yet. She was going to drag this out and enjoy it. Mark hadn't been the rapist. If anything he was the opposite. The meeting had been odd. The supermarket, produce section. She had picked up a squash.. or was it something else? That didn't matter, it was nicely long and had a good mass. It was something to swing absently as she walked. That's what it looked like. It always looked like an accident. It never was. And there was Mark walking along with no cart or shopping basket. His jeans fit well, and had made his package a target too tempting to pass up. As she walked by, supposedly absentmindly swinging the fruit, she managed to nail his fruits. She feigned an apology and oddly Mark hadn't been too upset. Even more oddly he seemed to walk by her again when he spotted her, giving her more chances at him. She didn't always take them. Sometime she couldn't. But wouldn't a guy stay away after that? Especially after she got him the second, then third time? He was actually enjoying this? Mark felt the pain flare up his insides again. He marveled, for a moment, at how a couple bits of flesh the size of large grapes could set so much of his insides on fire. Then the pain took over. He didn't notice when Jennifer released his balls again. He just sagged in the restraints as she fondled a bit more gently. "Oh, in time, in time." he heard her say. How they got to actually talking was something neither could remember. Yet they had, eventually. He learned of the rape, and would likely have mauled the scum if he only knew who it was. He also learned how Jennifer had fantasized about ballbusting since then. She wanted to punish the rapist, or any man, in the way so unique to men as the rape was, she thought, so unique to women. She learned of his interest in ball torture, and even hearing him try to explain it, it made no sense. Who would want such pain as it so obviously produced? But he was willing to help her live out her fantasies, at least partially. Her hands were suddenly around Mark's head rather than his nuts. He then found his face pressed into Jennifer's cleavage. She held him there so long he wondered if he'd faint. She'd never let him touch her at all, now this. She really was being nice..for a bitch who would soon mash his nuts into goo. She kneed him again, then looked him in the eyes. "Ready? Oh right, it doesn't matter if YOU are or not." She gripped and squeezed. The look of utter helplessness was wonderful. The look of horror and pain was better. She had seen it before. They had played so many games, simulations of this. But always with a signal or safeword. She stared into his eyes and grinned. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to see how much I'm enjoying ruining you." Squeezing ever so slightly harder, Jennifer thought back on all those games. She'd never offered sex, and Mark had never asked for it. It was clear enough he found her attractive. Not like he could hide his arousal when he was naked. He was quite the gentleman, though with the strangest kink. At first she had wondered if he was gay, but then why seek her out? Surely some man could be found.. or was that it? Was it that no other man would dare inflict that pain? No, there were far too many willing to cause any pain. He was straight, or at least hetero, but with a very strange kink. By comparison, whippings seemed sensible. Muffled screaming escaped from the gag again as Jennifer squeezed just past the point at which she knew Mark would safeword if he could. She grinned at him. "No escape for you. No escape for your grapes. We'll just crush them and make you some whine." Reflecting on the games, the treatment, Jennifer started having her own second thoughts. Yes, she wanted to ruin a man. She wanted to see the horror and pain and helplessness in a man's eyes as she turned him into a eunuch. Bull to steer. Stallion to gelding. They had joked about such things. A steering committee would be a council of women who decided how a bull-human would be castrated. One of the toys was the accordion, since another name for the musical instrument was squeezebox, and this box did squeeze. Nutcracker was also obvious. He'd bought a wooden soldier nutcracker for Christmas. The note read, "He has no nuts, but will help you crack nuts. P.S. Not mine. He's too fast." That had her giggling far too long. The roses sent to her workplace. Even the building of all the toys and her dungeon. Yet he never pushed for sex of any sort. No asking or suggesting of even a handjob, and not a hint of a blowjob, nor missionary sex, or anything. The closest he'd gotten was to say once, when she asked what a woman's place was and he'd answered "On top of a man, if she wants." She made him give her a pony ride after that. Then the gelding jokes started. But that was all. The pair looked into each other's eyes. Mark looked through the foggy haze of pain as Jennifer asked, "Can't take any more, can you?" He nodded no, he couldn't. She replied, "I think you can." and gave a sharply harder squeeze. Mark writhed in the restraints. Jennifer suddenly let go. I must be hallucinating, Mark thought. In front of him was Jennifer, stripping naked. The last gift before his nuts were cracked once and for all? Then she disappeared upstairs for a moment, returning with a sandwich bag. "No condoms." she explained as she slipped it over his shaft, not quite as erect as it had been when this had started. She stroked and squeezed his member. Was this really it? One last.. very last? The idea, horrible as it now was to him, made Mark incredibly horny. Jennifer even bent down, letting him see her breasts hanging down as she bent, then dragged her teeth across his penis, letting him feel that through the plastic. She slapped his scrotum, then grabbed and squeezed. He spurted before he realized what was happing. Mark felt the pressure, the squeeze, and thought "this is it" and then felt... nothing? Looking up at the confused Mark, Jennifer backed away, then carefully removed the sandwich bag and cleaned up him up with a few paper towels, gingerly dropping the lot into a wastebasket. "Couldn't let that get on me. Not after.. you know." Mark understood. That scum had forced it on her and now she'd probably never... which was one reason he'd never asked. "I'm done, Mark. Yes, I loved seeing the fear in your eyes. And the helplessness, the struggling, the look of horror. And I really did mean to crush your nuts into nutbutter. But not anymore. I still want to crush someone's, but you aren't that someone. You've been everything that.. scum.." she used his word for the rapist "..wasn't. I know you wanted me, but you never made a move. Ruining you would be another crime, and I won't do it." The look of relief that swept over Mark was immediate. "I'm still not quite ready for some things.. but I know you'll let me have the time I need. And we can still play our games, but with a safeword." Jennifer began to undo the chains and cuffs. She was hugged, with Mark keeping his hands to her upper back, before the gag was removed. Unlocking the gag and tossing it aside, Jennifer grinned and pulled Mark across the room and then pushed his shoulders down. "I think though, I am ready for one thing, if you are." She reclined on the couch and guided Mark's head between her legs and then his hands to her breasts. "You can safeword, you know." Mark didn't say a thing, but excersized his tongue quite well. --- Author's Note: I wish to maintain my anonymity, but I do skim the message board from time time. I hope you enjoyed the above. I rather like the painful crushing idea, as if you could not tell by my pseudonym, so it will likely appear in any future stories with which I might come up. -- MainSqueeze
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