Matt likes to fuck around on Gary, until Gary teaches him a lesson he'll never forget.
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I’m not sure what hurts worse right now, my wrists or my balls. My hands have been tied to the bedposts for over an hour, and these bands have been around my balls almost as long. At first they didn’t hurt too much, but now they hurt like a motherfucker. I thought Gary was just going to play some bondage games with me. He likes tying me up and doing stuff to me, like dripping hot wax on my tits or my cock. So I didn’t think anything of it when he told me to lie down and put my hands over my head, even when he tied my wrists too tight. Gary likes to put straps around my balls, too. But I should have guessed something was up when he got that weird looking thing out of the closet. I’d never seen anything like it, and Gary had this strange look on his face when he kneeled on the foot of the bed and started squeezing my balls down into the bottom of my scrotum. “Shit, what are you doing?” I yelled when he snapped the first band around the base of my balls. “Shut up, Matt!” he yelled back. I didn’t like the feel of that band, so I started kicking him. “Bastard!” he said when I got him in the chest, knocking him off the bed. That’s when he got the ropes and tied my ankles to the foot of the bed. Now I was spreadeagled and getting pretty scared. “Okay, Matt,” he said, getting ready to put a second band around my scrotum. “Let’s talk.” Before I knew it, my balls were squeezed even tighter into my sack, and they were really throbbing now. “I thought we had an understanding – no fucking around!” Yeah, Gary and me had talked a few times about my habit of sleeping with other guys. We’ve been together a couple of years now, and at first we were monogamous. But then it started getting harder to keep my dick in my pants. Gary is almost 10 years older than me, and he’s slowed down a little in the sex department. I’m only 22 though, and I need to get laid a lot more often than Gary wants to. There was this time I met this gorgeous guy Terry in a bar. He had the hottest body I’d ever seen. It didn’t take much to persuade me to bring him home , and we fucked all night. I had my legs around his waist and he was ramming his cock in and out of me, when Gary came back early from a business trip. Boy, was he pissed. Poor Terry barely had time to grab his clothes and get out the front door before Gary started throwing things. “I told you the day I caught you with Terry that I wouldn’t give you another chance, Matt,” said Gary. He was sitting on a chair next to the bed, talking in a calm voice as if nothing with unusual. But I wasn’t calm, because I was tied up and my balls were hurting bad. “Shit, let me go, Gary!” I yelled at him. “I have to take these bands off me!” “No, it’s a little too soon for that,” he said, getting up from his chair. “I’ve got some errands to run, then I’ll be back.” I started screaming and cursing at him, but Gary put on his leather jacket and headed out the door. I don’t know how long he was gone, but it gave me plenty of time to think about my other little adventures. Terry was the only guy I brought home, but he wasn’t the only guy I was fucking around with. I liked to cruise the bars and the sex clubs, and the boys seemed to like me. I never had any trouble finding sex, usually just a quick blow job in the bathroom with some stud. But then I met Jeremy. He was this beautiful college student at NYU, with blond hair and blue eyes. I was crazy for this boy the second I saw him, and Jeremy liked me too. After a few drinks, we were back in his dorm room, and I had his cock in my mouth. He was a total bottom, though, and his legs were in the air pretty damn quick. It was a tight ass, too, and before too long I was cumming inside him. After I pulled out, he peeled the condom off my dick and emptied the cum on my chest. Then he licked it up with this real big grin on his face. Shit, I liked this boy. I headed off to Jeremy’s room every chance I could, and before long Gary became suspicious. A couple times Gary answered the phone when Jeremy called. I denied anything was going on, but Gary isn’t stupid and figured out what was going on. The throbbing in my balls was getting really bad, and I was sweating bullets when I heard Gary come in the front door. “Shit, it’s about time! Let me up, dammit!” But Gary didn’t come into the bedroom. I heard him switch the TV on, open the refrigerator and pop open a beer. The fucker wasn’t going to let me go! I started screaming and jerking the bed around as much as I could. After a few minutes of that, Gary came into the room and yelled, “Shut the fuck up, Matt! I warned you something bad would happen if you didn’t stop fucking around, but you didn’t wanna listen.” He inspected my balls, and a slight smile came over his face. “Now, if you behave yourself and stop screaming, I’ll think about letting you go in awhile. But not yet.” “Fuck, Gary, please let me go,” I started begging, tears in my eyes. I never felt such pain in my balls before. “No, Matt. This is your punishment for having sex with other guys. Now you’re just gonna have to put up with it.” Then he walked out of the room again. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he snapped those bands on. I looked down at my crotch, and saw that my balls were a deep purple. The pain was a constant throbbing, like somebody was kicking me in the balls every couple of seconds. Gradually, the pain began to ease, and a feeling of numbness set in. It must have been another hour before I heard a knock at the front door. Gary let some guy in, and I heard them talking in the front room. “It’s been almost 3 hours now,” I heard Gary said. “That should be long enough,” the other voice said. “Let’s take a look.” Gary brought the guy in. He must have been around 40, with a bald head and beard, wearing a leather jacket and leather pants. “Hi Matt. Gary tells me you’ve been a bad boy,” he said with a stupid smile. I wanted to kick him in the nuts, but I had to just watch as he inspected my crotch. “Yep, it’s time,” the guys said, my balls in the palm of his hand. I looked down and couldn’t believe it – my sack was almost black. But at least the pain inside had pretty much gone away. “Okay, Matt, here’s the deal,” the guys said. “Gary has castrated you. Your balls are dead.” I looked up at him in disbelief. “Fuck you, that’s bullshit,” I screamed at him. “I’m afraid not, Matt. Those bands choked off the blood supply to your balls, and they’re useless now,” he said, a tone of pity in his voice. I looked down at the blackened sack, and suddenly realized I couldn’t feel anything inside of it. “Get those bands off me now!” I shouted, tears in my eyes. “I could, but there would be no point, Matt,” the guy said. “Your balls were dead about an hour ago. There’s nothing to do now but cut them off.” I started sobbing loudly. Gary was standing at the foot of the bed, with a cold look on his face. “You just couldn’t stop fucking around, Matt,” he said. “So I had to do something to make you stop.” The other guy got out a black bag and started taking some instruments out of it. “I’m gonna remove your nuts now, Matt. But don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt too much. After I’m done, I’ll put a couple of fake balls in your sack.” He took out a pair of shears and cut the bands off my scrotum. Then he took a small knife and made a couple of slits in the side of my sack, and squeezed until both of my dead balls popped out, dangling from their stalks. A couple of snips later, and they were released from my body. He handed them to Gary, who cradled them in the palm of his band. “These babies won’t be causing me any more trouble,” he said with a smile. The guy put a pair of artificial nuts into my sack, and sewed me up. Then he gave me a shot with a hypodermic. “This will help you sleep, Matt. When you wake up, we can talk,” he said. Hours later, I learned what my new life would be like. I could still function sexually, but only when Gary wanted. He would call his friend over, and this guy would give me hormone shots so I could still get erections. But no more fucking around, because my dick would just lie there, limp and useless, except when Gary wanted me. I had to admit it was a smart way to control me. So now it’s just Gary and me. It took me a long time to stop being angry with him, but gradually I got over it. And it’s not too bad, really. We still have sex a lot, and I don’t prowl the sex clubs anymore. Once in awhile Jeremy calls me, but I keep saying no. “I just don’t have the balls anymore,” I tell him.