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I happen to get involved with a young, attractive woman in her twenties, who has me come to a certain abandoned building by the waterfront once a week. She takes me to the large room in the basement, which is adapted as a sort of torture chamber, obviously serving no other purpose. I have to strip naked and what follows is a close examination of my cock and balls. She then ties me to a special kind of scaffolding, made up in the center of the room, consisting of several horizontal and vertical bars. My wrists are strapped to one of the horizontal bars above my head; my ankles to the vertical bars, my legs are spread, my cock and ballsack are easily accessible from both sides. She starts pulling and squeezing my balls, gradually increasing the pressure. Then she strangulates them by means of a rubber band, saying they ought to hang much lower and that she does not really appreciate the balls being so close to the body. Besides I ought to have my pubic hair removed before our next meeting. I promise to do so. She attaches a one pound weight to my scrotum, mentioning that she has thought of having me castrated in a month or so. She says she is quite optimistic about making me consent and that having my balls regularly weighted will make the cutting procedure much easier. She hopes that one of her friends who is a doctor will do the cutting for her. After some 20 minutes the weight is removed again. She is satisfied with the effect, again pulls and squeezes my balls, not so gently this time, waiting for my reaction, From time to time she lays hold of my cock, pushing it around, punching it a little, then again tickling my captured balls, finally going down and licking them. Then without any warning she pushes her knee against my balls, in a playful way, but strong enough to make them hurt even more...
On some occasions she invites a slim young girl of 15 to our meetings in the basement and teaches her how to treat a male servant's balls, and how to enjoy it. The girl soon proves a talented student and develops a special passion for using my strangulated scrotum and its contents as a punching ball. She also loves to set her heels on my balls in a playful manner, joking about crushing them. To my surprise I begin to like that kind of game, feeling the girl's heel and some of her weight on my vulnerable parts. One evening, after hours of the girl's having fun with me, I am allowed to lick her feet. I enjoy running my tongue over her toes and soles and from that day on it becomes a regular exercise whenever the girl participates in our meetings. More and more the torturing of my balls and the method of proceeding is left to the girl's discretion, the woman watching the scene from a sofa, without paying much attention. (to be continued)
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