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I've always been fascinated with men's bits, especially testicles. Growing up in New Jersey, I was exposed to gridiron probably more than a normal little girl, and I always wondered if my Daddy would've preferred a son. As a junior I began to play, and continued to do so until I was well into junior high. Until this time I was always bigger and stronger than the boys, though they were much more aggressive and competive. One game at school, when I was 12, sticks in my mind to this day. I tackled a boy called Billie-Joe and dropped him hard onto his back, he responded with a sharp elbow to my thigh, I winced at the pain and leaned over and karate-chopped him from above, straight between the legs. I would never have predicted what happened next... Billie-Joe crumpled up, clutching his crotch and vomited over the pitch. Our teacher/umpire Ms. Ryan came running over and one of the boys told her, laughing: "Shelley chopped him in the nuts, miss." I couldn't tell if Ms. Ryan was angry or about to bust out laughing, but she sent me off the Feild for the rest of the game. She ushered the teams away, and examined Billie-Joe. Eventually he was o.k. and one of the other boys helped him to walk off the field. He came to sit with me for the rest of the game. He said he had sore balls but wasn't angry. From that time on he seemed a different person toward me, all through junior high.
Eventually I married Hogan who turned out a good man and a good provider, and we had two girls. Our sex life waned a little with him working and me tending the relentless needs of two young women. I still retained my fascination for testicles and one night over a couple of glasses of Vermouth, made a confession to Hogan blabbing about Billie-Joe and how it made me hot just thinking about karate-chopping a man in the crutch. He said he wouldn't let me do that, but became very amorous toward me all the same, I took control, brazened with Vermouth, and holding his nuts tightly in my hand made him have sex with me. To my disappointment, Hogan came very quickly. I felt his powerful orgasm though, maybe for the first time ever - he just kept coming as I hung onto his nuts for dear life. Well... this opened some unamaginable doors for me. I began to play games with my poor man. I started tying a rope around his nuts before I would let him inside of me. Eventually it got to the point where whenever I got the old rope out he would get hard, very hard. One night, after a party, the girls were at moms, we were having a shower together, I got the rope and secured Hogans balls tightly - he was instantly hard. I don't know why but I got the mop bucket and tied it so that it was hanging a few inches below his balls. I started to masturbate him, laughing as the bucket slowly filled with water. He cheated by squatted down allowing the bucket to rest on the shower floor, so I stopped masturbating him. Hogan was drunk and in a very difficult situation, I knew what he wanted but he had to play my game. Fascinated, I watched him painfully lift the bucket, now about 1/3 full off the ground suspended by his balls. I was very impressed and jerked him off. By the time he came, the mop bucket must have been half full! I thought his balls were going to come off - they turned a fabulous purple color! He squatted again as soon as he started to squirt! My games started to get more serious after this revelation. Hogan was getting off on the pain, and I loved watching his balls suffer. I don't know why, but I get wet just thinking about the things I did to him! Often I spent all day thinking about new games. Hogan would always co-operate until I let him come, then the game was always over. One night he showed me some things on the internet, including Euncuch Archives and I was absolutely fascinated. I did some looking myself and secretly masturbated over the stories and pictures of men's balls being tortured or removed. One night I had Hogan tied to the bed, including his nuts. They were very tight and purple and he was begging me to jerk him off. I got a pin and as I masturbated him slowly to the 'edge' I told him I wanted to jab it into his ball like he had shown me on the WWW. Hogan was trying to come so hard - but he didn't object. I slowly stuck the pin right through his ball, rubbing him with my other hand, and he came so hard I thought he would pass out. I untied his hands and showed him what I had done. He pulled the pin out and kissed me. He said it was alright. I was so horny just thinking about it I made him go down on me, his expert tongue quickly relieved me. I bought an elastrator and bands from the local Stockfeed merchant. I wasn't sure, but eventually mustered enough courage to show my husband my new toy. I asked if he would let me put one on him. Hogan wanted to know if I could get it off, or he'd be castrated for sure. I told him that I could get it off the same way I put it on. Well, it didn't really go as planned. I put the ring on him, and let him have sex with me (I was sooooo horny and came straight away),his wobbly little balls banging on my ass. It took Hogan a little longer to come, but when he did - boy! He said his balls hurt and wanted me to take the ring off. I tried but couldn't. Eventually I cut it off. Hogan swore pretty loud when I did that. "Oh well," I told him "I couldv'e left it on". He's a bit of a nancy sometimes, but I now I won't let him come unless he's got a 'ring' on. And now the sight of the elastrator gets him instantly hard. No viagra neccessary for my hubby. My latest little game has been to make him beg me to castate him before I let him come. I know he's still not too sure, but I've been doing a bit of research and want to cut one of his balls. Apparently it won't affect him at all and I would love to keep it in a jar. I know how to do it and now I've been requiring him to beg me to cut off one of his balls before I let him come. He seems to get off on the idea as much as I do, and I think it won't be too long. I can't wait for him to read my story! I hope my darling hubby lets me have one of his balls for real!! - I'm wet and waiting dear.
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