Blue Balls

A young French exhibitionist loses all

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Blue Balls
By
Bernie
I had known Yann and Kyle for quite some time. Yann, was a slim 
Frenchman, who’d allowed the sun to turn his hairless chest and 
skin a deep golden tan, and bleach his naturally light brown hair 
almost gold, which set off his emerald green eyes. A man whose 
ample uncut seven-inch cock backed up by his large smooth shaved 
balls coupled with a very pert ass were the envy of many. While he 
was pushing 40 at age 39, his looks and demeanor made him look a 
good ten years younger. Yann's undoing was that he was not afraid 
to show off his assets to their best. He loved going unclothed and 
exhibiting his body to all who wanted to look, or feel. Kyle on the 
other hand was my tattoo artist. He was well built, six feet two of 
solid muscle, dark brown eyes, a mop of unruly black hair, and the 
classic Irish cream complexion that burned as soon as the sun 
touched him. Kyle had a mean streak, which never showed itself in 
his parlor, but it sure did in the back rooms he liked to visit. It 
was in one of these secluded spots that Kyle met Yann, and where he 
decided that he would at last be able to hold the world in his 
hands. Yann liked to show off his equipment while offering it to 
any whom would take it away from him. Kyle was bound to first 
tattoo the earth on Yann’s sack, then remove it from him for a coin 
purse which, so he could always hold the world in his hands.
The session was a publicly staged event at the Iron Cross several 
weeks ago. A crowd of about twenty heavily pierced and tattooed men 
showed up for the show. Yann had never had a tattoo before and he 
really didn't know what he was getting into with this one on one of 
the most sensitive areas on the male body. That didn't bother Kyle 
at all. He knew what he was going to inflict that night, and he 
knew what he was going to inflict on Yann four weeks later when the 
tat had healed.
The room was very warm so that Yann's balls would hang nice and 
low. Yann was firmly attached by his wrists, ankles, waist, and 
thighs to the "X" shaped iron cross for which the bar was named. 
While he always kept his balls shaved, Kyle made certain that there 
wasn't a hair left to mar his artwork this evening. Using warm, 
almost hot water, Kyle first soaked Yann's balls, thoroughly 
wetting them. Then he swirled on the shaving cream. Yann of course 
was completely hard and had started dripping precum from the 
attentions he was receiving. Using a straight razor, Kyle carefully 
and lovingly removed what little hair Yann had missed in his 
ministrations. Once the balls were completely denuded Kyle taped 
Yann's throbbing cock to his abdomen to keep it out of the way 
while he prepared to start the tattoo.
Yann and I met at the Coffee Trader about a week before his "event" 
for some morning coffee. He asked, "Why is Kyle interested in me?"
My reply was to the point, "One, you are exactly his type. Two, you 
like to show off your very nice equipment. Three, he knows you're 
interested in what he wants to do. And four, he knows you are going 
to agree. I wish you the best because I know that once you sign up 
with Kyle, you won't be around for long, and I'm going to miss you."
Yann of course did agree, and yes I miss him. At one time we were a 
bit more than friends, but less than lovers. Once the shaving was 
done Kyle completely coated Yann's ball sac with stick deodorant 
and then applied his specially designed template. He carefully 
patted the tissue bearing the outline of his work into place and 
allowed the ink to transfer to the skin. Then he removed the 
template and prepared his tools. The transfer outlined the 
continents, some salient features of the earth and areas of 
swirling clouds. Once the template was transferred only someone who 
knew what to look for would recognize what was to be done. But Kyle 
had already visualized his finished product in his head, and the 
transferred design was only like a musical score to the symphony of 
color he was to produce.
Milking the orbs to the bottom of the sack, Kyle picked up his 
electric engraver, fitted with the narrowest outlining needle, and 
dipped it in the black ink. The buzz it produced reminded me of a 
dentist's chair as he was about to drill out a cavity, and at the 
same time, brought a tingle to both of my arms which bore examples 
of Kyle's work. The right arm bears a Chinese dragon done in greens 
highlighted with yellow that only took an hour's work. My left arm 
bears a Celtic griffin in metallic hues, which required two and 
half hours in the chair. Two and half hours which felt like fire 
before he was finished. What Yann was about to face would take even 
longer and on a much more sensitive area of the body. Kyle started 
outlining the continent of Antarctica at the very bottom of Yann's 
sack. A tattoo needle only penetrates the first three sections of 
skin. However, where Kyle was working the skin was very thin. 
As soon as the needle started to outline the area, Yann's body 
tensed. The effect of the rapidly moving needle was immediately 
translated to his testicles. The pain built as long as Kyle kept 
the tool moving over the outline. Only when he stopped to refill 
the well of the tool did the pain dull. Yann did not have much time 
to recover, as Kyle was a fast worker. Yann's whimpers soon became 
full moans of pain as his body tried to pull away from his 
attacker. But his bonds held him place halting any attempt to 
remove himself from the onslaught. Yann's only respite came when 
Kyle finished each continent and cloud mass to be delineated on his 
jewels. After about an hour the outlining was completed, and Yann 
was left panting and quietly crying in pain. Little did he know 
that the worst was yet to come.
With the outlining done, the fill work was about to commence. The 
Earth is a complex geometry of blues, whites, and browns when seen 
from space. This is what Kyle was about to recreate on Yann's ball 
sack. The first colors to go on were the dark browns of the 
continents. The fill needles are a cluster ranging from as few as 
three needles to as many as 10 needles fused together at their 
bases but allowing the heads to run free. While the fill doesn't 
hurt as much as the outlining, because the areas would be traveled 
over several times in close succession, the effect on Yann's balls 
was even more painful. Kyle first applied the dark browns of the 
mountain areas, to be followed with yellow highlights in the same 
areas. Then he moved on to the lighter browns of the lowlands. All 
the while Yann convulsed in his bounds, his screams mingling with 
the cheers of the audience as the design progressed. Once the 
landmasses were done Kyle moved on to the oceans. First the dark 
blues, then the light blues, and finally the turquoises of the 
Caribbean and Mediterranean seas, and Indian Ocean. Then he started 
to apply the white highlights of the cloud elements of the planet. 
Unfortunately Yann was not with us to witness this miracle as he 
had passed out when Kyle applied the final colors to the Great 
Barrier Reef. After four hours of work, Kyle was coated with sweat. 
But his masterpiece was complete. Now he only had to wait for 
Yann's ball sack to heal before he would have what he wanted.
Yann was to spend the next four weeks with Kyle. He was led naked 
from the club to Kyle's waiting car and then on to Kyle's 
studio/home. A fresh tattoo weeps lymph and excess ink for the 
first couple of days. During that period the tat should be exposed 
to as much air as possible and it should be gently coated with an 
antibacterial salve. Kyle followed this regimen quite rigidly with 
Yann, applying A and D ointment on a regular basis. For these first 
two days all Yann had to do was lay about the house and rest. This 
was hardly a difficult assignment as his balls were quite too sore 
to do much else anyway. After the first couple of days, the tattoo 
undergoes a change as it begins to scab or scale over. At this 
point the inexperienced will wonder why they got one as its 
appearance is anything but pretty. The third and fourth days tend 
to be the sorest as the area around the tattoo feels extremely 
bruised. However, applications of a hand cream such as Intensive 
Care helps to keep the scales moist and allows the skin to slowly 
heal. Kyle's attentions to Yann during this period were truly 
heartwarming. Yann was feeling better day by day and as Kyle 
applied the cream to his sack he of course started to react 
sexually. Now Kyle was never one to let a good thing pass unnoticed 
and returned the attention. Having Yann on all fours afforded Kyle 
a good approach to the balls, which he coated with a thin coat of 
lotion stroking the excess up along Yann's engorged cock. And of 
course while he had the bottle in hand massaging a bit into Yann's 
asshole wouldn't hurt either. Then gently stroking Yann's sack to 
help the scales start to fall away, Kyle gently nudged the head of 
his cock into Yann's waiting hole. The fuck went on and on as Kyle 
had great control, but he finally dumped into his waiting 
receptacle. Now just to show that he really was a good guy after 
all, he sucked Yann's prick into his mouth. Slicking back the 
foreskin with his tongue he started a tongue and throat massage of 
Yann's cock, bringing the horny Frenchman to a mind-blowing climax. 
The weeks passed quickly for Yann. The unsightly tattoo suddenly 
shed all of its scales in the second week and revealed itself in 
all of its glory. It was as if the earth itself was suspended just 
below his cock. The clouds almost appeared to move across the face 
of the earth as his testicles moved and jiggled in their 
illuminated sack. Kyle continued to tend to his prize giving him 
pleasure as he took it himself. But all good things must come to an 
end and last Saturday was the end of the fourth week and the day 
that Yann returned to the Iron Cross.
Once again Yann found himself bound to the iron cross, firmly 
secured at wrists, ankles, waist and thighs so that he could not 
move. The same crowd of men who watched the tattooing was there to 
witness the next act of Yann's submission. Once again the room was 
heated to allow Yann's balls to hang as low as possible. But this 
time Kyle did not have his tattoo equipment with him, only a very 
sharp scalpel.
Kyle took Yann's cock in hand and gently starting masturbating him. 
Yann readily responded. His seven-inch cock expanded and its head 
poked up and out of its restraining and protective sleeve. Kyle 
engulfed the cock working his head up and down the shaft bringing 
forth moans of pleasure from Yann. Kyle continued as we watched 
Yann's balls draw upwards, preparing for their final release. As 
Yann was about to cum, Kyle pulled off and finished him by hand. 
Yann cried out in relief as we watched his cum fly out of his piss 
slit to land on the floor. Kyle sat back on his haunches and waited 
for Yann's balls to relax and stretch out in their confines once 
again. 
Kyle gently pulled the tender orbs downward and picked up the 
scalpel. He inserted the tip just below Yann's cock and started his 
cut. Pulling the skin away he slowly cut around the attachment of 
Yann's scrotum to his body. Yann was going out of his mind now with 
pain as his sack, but not the contents, was slowly severed from his 
body. When Kyle had completed the cut he pulled down on the sack, 
cutting it away from the now denuded orbs which were feeling air 
for the first time. Kyle set his prize aside and returned his 
attention to Yann. 
Yann's balls were dancing on their cords, attempting to reestablish 
their comfort as they pulled first up towards his body and then 
lowered again on the cords. The initial pain had lessened, but the 
greater pain was still to come. Kyle took the left ball into his 
hand and pulled it away from Yann's body. He slit the cords holding 
the ball causing Yann to let out a scream. Kyle paused in his work 
to run his hands over Yann's pain racked body. As Yann's breathing 
quieted, he repeated the action on the right orb. This time it was 
too much for Yann and he passed out from the pain. While Yann was 
out, Kyle cauterized the wound stopping the bleeding, and using 
some of the slackened skin from Yann's now flaccid cock sewed the 
wound shut. 
Kyle was now done with Yann. He turned to his old friend Hill and 
said, "He's all yours now."
Hill's reply was, "Thanks, my freezer is pretty empty right now. 
He'll do nicely."
Hill retrieved Yann from the iron cross and led him out of the 
club. That was the last I saw of Yann. Once Hill had fresh 
livestock they didn't last for long. I vividly remember hearing 
about Hill and Dale and Dale's search for a violent end. I knew 
what was to become of Yann. However, though Yann was gone he was 
not forgotten. Every time Kyle went out his very special coin purse 
accompanied him. A purse of leather, which looked, like the earth. 
And every day Kyle held the earth in his hands. An earth made of 
Yann.

Bernie
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