More than he asked for

A couple plays with cock & ball torture and bondage and he ends up 
with more (and less) than he expected.

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All the usual disclaimers. This is a work of fiction. Do not use 
the ideas presented in this story because somebody will get hurt. 
This story is for mature adults and is purely a work of fiction. 
Characters are not real nor meant to depict any human being living 
or dead. If you are offended by sexual and/or sadistic themes, then 
to not read the following story. I welcome comments and ideas. 

MORE THAN HE ASKED FOR
Cindy and Joe were open-minded lovers. They mostly enjoyed straight 
sex with each other and Joe enjoyed plunging his rock hard cock 
into a woman’s tight warm pussy, especially Cindy’s. Joe took great 
pride in his large manhood and his egg-sized testicles. His 
“package”, as he called it, was always proceeded by the word 
“large”. 

However, both he and Cindy enjoyed kinky sex as well. Both enjoyed 
being tied up and disciplined. They enjoyed experimenting with 
different kinds of sex and liked trying new things. One thing Joe 
insisted upon, though, was that things had to be for real. If they 
were putting one another in bondage, then the ropes and chains had 
to be real and tight and totally inescapable. If they tried 
spanking, then the spanks had to hurt and had to continue until the 
receiver got a full spanking. Nothing could be symbolic; it had to 
be real. 

So Cindy was a bit surprised when Joe said that he had been reading 
about cock and ball torture and that he wanted to try it. Cindy 
knew that most guys complained about being hit in the balls, and 
that it was supposed to really hurt. She said to Joe, “But won’t 
that really hurt?” 

“Well, duh,” he said. Joe could be so condescending. “Even a blonde 
brain like you should get that Cock and Ball Torture would hurt,” 
he said, dragging her down to the x-frame in his basement. “but the 
idea of turning my manhood over to your sweet and oh-so-sensuous 
hands is giving me a rock hard boner. Let’s just try it and see how 
it goes.” 

“Okay,” said Cindy, kind of uncertainly. She really wasn’t sure 
about what to do or how to do it. She had never really been 
comfortable asserting herself and usually preferred to follow Joe’s 
lead. But she was game for trying new things and Joe seemed really 
excited by the idea.

Cindy quickly bound him to the x-frame and put a blindfold on him. 
“Hey, what’s the idea,” he snapped. Really she didn’t want him 
seeing that she had no idea what to do, having never heard of CBT 
before, and she didn't want him putting her down for her fumbling. 
She figured that if he couldn’t see her, he wouldn’t know that she 
was unsure about how to go about torturing his cock and balls. But 
she told him that she just wanted him to be surprised.
 
She had seen guys crumble to the ground when they got hit in the 
balls, so she decided to add a lot of additional straps to the x-
frame to help hold Joe up, since she didn’t want him collapsing. 
“C’mon,” he bellowed, as she began fastening tight straps around 
the frame and his arms, elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, thighs and 
knees, “what are all these straps for? Let’s get to it!” She just 
twisted his nipple gently and kissed the end of his nose and told 
him to be patient. 

After securing him, she looked around the basement for something to 
use on him and quickly spotted a roll of duct tape. She decided 
that his cock would be in the way, so she ripped off and long piece 
and used it to hold his cock up against his belly, nicely exposing 
it’s soft underside. He was fully erect so she had the whole length 
to work with. She thought that his pubic hair might also get in the 
way, and spying the tape, she decided to remove the problem. She 
ripped off another long piece of tape and pasted it against the 
full length of his cock, down over his balls, and along his 
scrotum, all the way to his asshole. 

“Ready?” she asked. Not sure what was happening, Joe had just 
opened his mouth to ask what she meant when Cindy yanked the tape 
off, ripping out the hair from his cock and balls. Joe started 
screaming. Most of the hairs had been ripped away from his cock and 
balls and Cindy liked the way that looked. She decided the all the 
hair in Joe’s pubic region had to go. 

Cindy began pasting a fresh piece down on Joe’s cock and balls, so 
that she could get the hairs she missed the first time. “Ready?” 
she asked again. Joe started shaking his head wildly, but Cindy 
yanked off the tape and was rewarded with another howl. This is 
kinda fun, she thought to herself. This time she held the tape 
right up to his ear so that he could hear her slowly ripping off 
another piece. He knew what that meant and started telling her not 
to do that again, “Cindy!” he said as she was pasting down another 
piece, “don’t do that, again! You can’t!” “Try and stop me,” she 
said, yanking on the tape. Joe screamed. The pasting and ripping 
was repeated several more times, despite Joe’s protests, until his 
entire pubic region was smooth and perfectly hairless.

“That’s the last of it,” Cindy announced to a much relieved Joe, 
who was still recovering from the impromptu hair removal.
 
Seeing his hairless balls lying low in their sack seemed strange to 
Cindy. She gave them a little push with her finger and was pleased 
to see them swing back and forth. She thought it was funny was she 
pushed a little harder and was delighted to see that they swung 
more than before. In fact, the harder she pushed the more they 
swung. Joe was beginning to squirm, but fastened the way he was he 
couldn’t really move at all. She began to swat Joe’s balls with her 
open hand and they really began to swing and jiggle. 

“Cindy!” Joe said, “Stop that, it really hurts!” “’Well, duh!’”she 
mimicked, as she swung her fist with all her might right into the 
side of Joe ball sack! His balls were really moving now! And she 
did it again and again! But Joe was really moaning and crying and 
pleading and sobbing, and she knew that it really wasn’t fair to 
keep pounding away with her fist, so she stepped up close to him 
and drove her knee right up through his balls before walking away. 
Joe was hysterical so Cindy just smoked a cigarette and waited for 
him to calm down a bit. 

“Hey, Joe,” said Cindy, approaching Joe with a lighter that he 
could not see, “how do you like your nuts?” She was teasing him, 
but Cindy’s teases had become menacing just now. “I like them just 
fine,” he retorted, on edge. “Well I like mine roasted” and with a 
flick of her lighter she began heating his balls. Holding the tip 
of the flame below his balls and moving it around she once again 
had him screaming. 

She extinguished the flame but asked, “How do you like eggs, Joe? 
Scrambled?” She began jiggling his balls roughly with her fingers, 
enjoying the game. “How do you like your potatos? Mashed?” She once 
again slammed her fist into his balls. Running out of questions, 
she ended that torment simply by driving her knee up through his 
gonads. She walked away and resuming smoking her cigarette, leaving 
him to recover.

She had just finished her butt and was testing the flex of a light 
cane when Joe moaned, “Cindy, oh, Cindy. How could you?” “Hey,” she 
said, “why do you think they call it torture”. She began swishing 
the cane menacingly. From behind his blindfold, Joe heard the swish 
and, fearing the answer, said, “What was that? What are you doing?” 
“Why, Joe,” Cindy said innocently, “even a blonde brain like you 
should know what a cane sounds like.” And quick as a cat she 
whipped it down across his cock. Please with the welt it left 
behind, she did it again. And again. Five more times. “After all, 
Joe, you did say Cock and ball torture!” For good measure she 
whipped the cane down across his balls, but just once. 

She lit up another cigarette because Joe had to regain his senses a 
bit, having just about passed out from the pain of the cane to his 
balls.. Had it not been for the straps Cindy was sure he would be 
sagging against his bounds by now. 
“Hey, Joe,” said Cindy when he had regained some composure, a smile 
coming to her face, “tell me that I’m better than you. Ya know…
smarter, physically superior, that kind of stuff.” She had not even 
smoked half of the cigarette yet. 

“Cindy, you cunt,” whispered Joe, ignoring her demand and barely 
able to speak, “let me go.” 

Cindy smiled some more, put down her cig, and strode up to Joe. She 
used the fingers of her left hand to surround his left testicle and 
to draw it down to the bottom of the sack, stretching the skin 
tightly. She wrapped her other hand around that testicle lightly. 
“C’mon Joe,” she said, “you heard me. Tell me I’m smarter, 
stronger, better looking and so on, than you are. Tell me what I 
want to hear.” “Fuck you,” rasped Joe. 

“Not smart,” said Cindy as she clamped her right hand down hard on 
his testicle for about a minute while he screamed and cried. She 
released the pressure then whispered into his ear, “Hey Joe, guess 
what? You’ve got another ball and I’ve got all day.” With that she 
once again squeezed his left nut for a long time and then left him 
a simpering mess as he quickly began telling her through his sobs 
everything she wanted to hear, and making up a few things that she 
had left out. She smoked the rest of the cigarette, enjoying the 
praise and basking in her power. 

After a while she interrupted his whimpering. “Jo-ey,” she said in 
a sing-song voice,  “Call me “’Ma’am’. Since I’m your superior, you 
should show always show deference when addressing your betters. Try 
it. Say ‘Yes, Ma’am’”. 

“Cindy, now. C’mon. Hasn’t this gone far enough?” 

“Ahh, ahh, ahh”, said Cindy, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. 
She started stroking a fingernail across one of the cane welts on 
his penis, re-igniting that fire. “Say ‘Yes, Ma’am’”. 

“Y,y,yes,…Mistress,” said Joe, referring to the name he called her 
when they played dominance games. Cindy was having none of it.
 
Pinching his scrotum sharply between two of her claw-like nails, 
she said menacingly, “Let’s try that again, Joey.” 
“Yes, Ma’am!” cried Joe “Oh, shit, Yes, Ma’am!” Joe was desperately 
trying to wriggle away from the pain but the bounds held much too 
tightly. Finally she relented. 

“Joey,” she said, “all this work has made me horny, so I’m going to 
go upstairs and frig myself to a couple of giant orgasms. Do you 
understand?” 

“Yes,” said Joe, hoping that some orgasms would mellow her out. 

“Joey…” she said disapprovingly, “what have you forgotten?” 

“Yes….Ma’am,” he said reluctantly. 

“For that mistake, young man, you have earned some punishment. I 
was going to leave you as you are to recover, but now you must pay. 
Since your mouth can’t seem to do what it is supposed to, I’ll just 
have to make sure it doesn’t do anything at all.” With that she 
picked up a nearby mousetrap, the spring loaded kind, and told him 
to stick out his tongue. He protested by keeping his mouth firmly 
shut, not knowing what she was going to do but not liking the idea 
of having to stick out his tongue to his unexpectently cruel and 
full-of-surprises girlfriend. 

“Joey,” she said, “I have a cane at my fingertips and your balls in 
my sights. I’m horny and desperate and need some relief. I’m in no 
mood to fuck around, so open your mouth and stick out your tongue! 
Now!” And when he did she snapped the bar down on his tongue. She 
ripped off his blindfold and walked over to the bench to retrieve 
her cigarettes. Just before she went upstairs she gently kissed the 
end of his nose and patted his right ball, promising to come back 
for that later. He tried to plead with her to let him go but the 
mousetrap on his tongue made intelligible speech impossible. “I’ll 
assume you were saying Yes, Ma’am,” she laughed as she went up the 
stairs.
 
Part II 
Cindy laid in bed thinking of what fun she had torturing her 
arrogant boyfriend Joe. Replaying the events she stroked herself to 
two wonderful orgasms and was just enjoying a post orgasmic 
cigarette when she heard some footsteps on the wooden floor. “What 
the…?” she thought, knowing that Joe was secured in the basement 
with no way of getting out. She was sure he could not escape 
because if he could get loose, he would have done so when she was 
beating his balls. She got dressed and went down to see who was 
around. 

Who was there was a burglar named Joy. Joy was a tall, striking 
black woman with a great figure and a lithe body. She carried 
herself with the grace of a ballet dancer, which was helpful in her 
line of work. Normally she could walk around a victim’s home 
without ever being detected. But Joe’s floors were worn and the 
wood squeaked. She wasn’t dressed like a burglar. She was actually 
dressed in a cute jumpsuit that showed off her legs, a dark crop 
top that was obscured by the jumpsuit bib, and steel toe fashion 
boots that all the kids are wearing. If discovered, she could claim 
she was in the wrong house or something and her disarming looks 
would let her get away with it. 

She had been going along Joe’s block when she found that his door 
was unlocked, and she let herself in. She made it a practice to 
always look for the victim’s mail first, so that if caught she 
could claim that she was looking for that person. Both women were 
surprised to see the other one there. “Who the hell are you?” said 
Cindy. Joy recovered quickly and seeing no wedding ring and sensing 
that this was Joe’s girlfriend, decided to pray upon the jealousy 
that all women have toward their boyfriends. “I’m Joe’s new 
girlfriend,” Joy said confidently, “who are you?” Cindy became 
enraged! That bastard, she thought, I’ll fix him! 

“If you want him, he’s all yours! Wrapped up and packaged for you 
in the basement! Tell him Cindy said to go fuck himself!” screamed 
Cindy as she stormed out of the house. “Wait!” yelled Joy, “did you 
say wrapped up in the basement?” “Yes,” said Cindy over her 
shoulder visciously, hoping the neighbors would hear, “screwed, 
black and blued, and tied up to boot!” 

“Tied up?”, thought Joy, now in command of the house. Just to be 
safe against possibly being recognized in the future, she put on a 
large pair of dark glasses and a dark scarf that hid the upper 
portion of her face and head. Cautiously she went into the basement 
and burst out laughing at the bound sight of Joe, who still had the 
mousetrap pinching his tongue. He almost shit himself to see Joy 
standing there, with Cindy no where in sight. She laughed all the 
harder. 

“Cindy has a message for you and your new girlfriend – she thinks 
that’s me by the way – she said that you are all mine!” Joy laughed 
again as the color drained from Joe’s face. He renewed his struggle 
to free himself, but the bounds were much too tight and he was 
pretty exhausted already. 

“Joe…may I call you Joe?” Joy mocked as she looked around the 
basement and the various tools and implements that were laying 
around, “we are going to get to know each other very well. You 
could say that I am going to become the center of your universe 
over the next couple of days. I will be your whole world. Your 
Mama, your Pappy, your light, your dark, everything. Nothing else 
will exist for you except me, and the awful things I am going to do 
to your dick. Eventually you are going to tell me were you keep all 
your valuables and what all your PIN numbers are.” 

Joy shrugged and seizing an old electrical cord from a workshop 
shelf, began stripping insulation off the ends of the wires. “I’ll 
tell you right now that I am going to clean you out. Every last 
cent. Everything you own. But you’re gonna tell me, I promise you 
that. You are going to tell me. In fact, do you want to save 
yourself some trouble and tell me now?” she said, glancing over her 
shoulder, knife poised in her hand. But she quickly went back to 
her work, “Yes? Well too bad! First I want to make sure that you 
are properly softened up. Can’t have you telling lies to me now.” 

“Oh, yes,” she said thoughtfully, stuffing one of the raw wires a 
couple inches down his piss hole, “you’re tell me every little 
thing I want to know.” 

Epilogue 
Jossie-boy now works nights down in the meat packing district, 
giving $10 blow jobs to whichever guy has the money and the time. 
Joy ended up staying and never leaving. After a couple of weeks of 
severe conditioning, Joe’s mind accepted that Joy was his owner and 
pledged to serve and obey her. His cock and balls no longer 
function. 

Actually, he no longer has balls, just some left over mush that 
used to be balls. One was inadvertently ruptured during one of 
Joy’s “training” sessions, and other was auctioned off. The highest 
bidder got to squeeze the remaining nut until it popped. A recently 
divorced socialite was more than eager to take out her frustrations 
on poor Joe. Joy earned almost $1,000 for that. 

Joe’s cock is horribly scarred and it hurts to piss. But he learned 
his lessons well and trembles at the thought of his owner’s 
displeasure, so he works very hard for her. He hasn’t had an 
erection in a very long time, and never will again. Joy invited 
some of her friends over to help with the conditioning and 
discipline. Most of those friends are ex-cons. The women friends 
are very nasty and he shakes whenever he thinks about the things 
they are capable of. The guys just wanted blow jobs and to screw 
his ass and beat him senseless. The women took their time and made 
sure to draw out every last bit of torment they could. He doesn’t 
think about leaving or running away, such is the nature of his 
conditioned state. 

Joy now owns his house and Jossie-boy officially has a lower status 
than her dog. Jossie-boy sometimes remembers a girl named Cindy, 
but can’t really remember who she was or why she was important. 
Cindy, on the other hand, was transformed by what she did to Joe. 
And uses CBT on her husband every chance she gets, though not as 
severe as she did to poor Joe. She tells her husband that day 
she’ll cut his balls off, but he so far he doesn’t really believe 
her.