By Candy Kross

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© 2014 by Candy Kross

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ISBN: 978-1499500073

Chapter 1. Not So Mr. Tough Guy

The machismo in men has always been a fascination of mine. They tend to try to portray their toughness and roughness to us women, but when it really comes down to it, they are just overgrown babies when it comes to pain.

Take my husband, Roy, for instance. When I was in the hospital in labor with our only son, I wanted a natural childbirth, no meds, nothing. Roy was in the room with me, the minute he saw the blood coming from my vagina when our son was being born, PLOP! Right onto the floor. I was the one in pain, yet he was the one who passed out! And he was supposed to be my labor coach!

Of course, I teased him about it for years to come after that. One night, we were watching a television show and we got into the discussion of the difference between men and women and their pain endurance. Roy went on and on about how men are built to take pain, go to war, defend their families and country… yada, yada, yada.

To call him on his bluff, I brought up an idea. “Why don’t we test that pain theory that you keep insisting and persisting upon?” I said to him.

“Okay, you have yourself a deal. I bet I can take anything you give me. And when I do, you will never bring up the labor room incident again in front of me or anyone else, agreed?” He said with a smug smile.

“You have yourself a deal!” I said grinning.

We made a date a week from that night. I wanted to do some research and I found the perfect way to win this bet. I was going to give my husband, a good dose of torturing his cock and balls. That should wake his ass up to reality and what men can’t take. I will reduce him to a crying little ball of man flesh.

I went online and ordered some devices, including a pair of six inch stiletto boots. I wanted to get into the role of being the pain administrator that night. So, I bought a leather dress to go with my leather boots. He isn’t going to know what hit him! Literally!

So, date night had arrived. It was a cool, crisp Saturday night. Around 7:00 p.m. I went to get ready. Hair, make-up, outfit, boots, devices in order and black silk ropes tied to each bedpost waiting for him. When 8:00 p.m. came around, date time, my husband swaggered upstairs to our bedroom.

“Honey, Romeo is here for some fun!” He sang out standing in the bedroom door.

My mother had taken our son for the weekend, so we were all alone in the house. I was in our walk-in closet when he had entered our bedroom. I walked out in my outfit.

“Holy shit!” Roy shouted out. “You look fucking hot!” His cock immediately got hard. “Where did you get all of this stuff?” He asked.

I stuck to my role. “Never mind that. Get undressed.” I ordered him.

Roy began to strip naked. Once he was completely nude, I told him to lie on the bed on his back. He did what I had told him to do. I then took the silk rope ties and tied each of his wrists to the bedposts by the headboard and then his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

Once he was completely secured, I went up to his head and leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You are going to experience what real pain is tonight.”

“Bring it on bitch!” He said in his cocky voice.

“Oh I plan on it.” I whispered back in his ear. My husband was going to be in for one hell of an eye opening experience, I thought to myself. He has no idea of what I have in store for him. I will be giving him an education in pain.

“Ohhh… you’re tying me up.” Roy said as I finished. “I can take whatever you give me, my sweet Rebecca.” I remained silent. Keep talking cocky boy, I thought to myself. Keep talking. We shall see who gets the last say tonight.

I decided that week that my husband needed to be taught a lesson. I was tired of him mouthing off of how women are inferior when it comes to pain threshold and how much more macho men are built.

Tonight was going to be about me humiliating him to the point where he will never speak of his thoughts about men and woman’s differences again in a negative light.

I grabbed the ball gag out of the dresser drawer. One of the many things I found on the website I bought my things from. I went to place the blue ball gag, with the black straps behind his head, in his mouth. Blue ball. How appropriate, I thought. Because that is exactly what is going to happen by the time I am done with him. His balls will be black and blue.

Roy clenched his teeth so I couldn’t get the ball in his mouth. I reached down and wrapped one hand around his nut sack and squeezed. He opened his mouth wide and said, “Ahhhh!”

“Good boy.” I said and pushed the blue ball into his mouth and fastened the straps behind his head.

There. Now everything was in place. Did he really think those squishy balls of his and his “man muscle” as he likes to call it, really had a chance against me? The thought actually made me smile and laugh wickedly. Roy looked at me with fear in his eyes for the first time that night. “Not so cocky now are we?” I laughed out loud.

I pulled out a square piece of sandpaper and started to gently rub his balls with it in a circular motion. Now, some women would prefer to shave the balls or use hair removal cream. I read somewhere that sandpaper, when used gently in a circular motion, can take off pubic hair, or any hair for that matter, very nicely.

His skin began to turn a pinkish color, most likely from the rubbing, but I was really impressed with the results. It actually works!

After removing his public hairs with the sandpaper, I took a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol and began to wipe his balls with it. The stinging sensation made him squirm and moan a little.

Next, I took a good amount of cayenne red pepper mixed with enough water to create a paste. Once the paste was mixed together, I began to apply it on his freshly sandpapered balls. I covered his balls with the paste.

When the burn set in he began screaming under his ball gag. “What honey? What’s that?” I asked. “Does it hurt? Does it burn?” I grinned. “But, I thought you could take a lot of pain honey? Where’s your machismo now?” I laughed.

I wrapped his balls with some medical gauze to keep the cayenne red pepper paste in tact on his balls. Can’t have that coming off now, can we?

His balls were now all gauzed up and the ends of the gauze were tied at the base of his balls.

I then took out some kite string and began to wrap it around the base of his cock and balls tightly together, not missing an inch of skin. I could see his balls begin to turn a blue purplish color as I wrapped them tightly into their cocoon.

He wiggled a little, because I knew he felt pain. “Don’t give up on me now darling, we have just begun.” I grinned my wicked smile that I had been practicing all week for added effect.

Once I reached under his cockhead, I tied the two kite string ends together. His cock and balls were now combined together in a kite string cocoon, with only the head peering out above, at which point I slapped his cock and balls for good measure. His body jolted and he let out a grunt. I checked out my handiwork and was very pleased with myself. Not bad for a beginner, I thought to myself.

I pulled out a small wooden paddle that looked similar to a wooden spoon. I lifted the paddle and smacked his cockhead a few times, watching the expression in his eyes turn to utter fear. Then I smacked his balls a few times too, just for good measure. Can’t ignore the balls and let the cock have all the fun now, can I?

The noises that were trying to come out of his mouth from his vocal chords were like music to my ears. I was actually enjoying his high pitched muffled screams. It meant I was doing my job and doing it well I was.

I had some cayenne red pepper paste leftover and decided that his cock needed some too. Oh, did I tell you that I went and had my nails done today? I had acrylic nails put on. Nice long ones with red nail polish. The tips were perfect for what I was about to do next.

I pinched the head of his cock open, put the top of my nail inside his pee hole and opened it up as far as I could. I then took my nail on my other hand and dipped it into the cayenne red pepper paste and scooped some out. I placed the paste inside his pee hole and pushed it down as far as it could go with my nail. I took some more paste and repeated the process. Then I waited a moment and watched his face turn a bright red as he tried to scream out in agony. Wow! I bet that burned like hell!

So much for men being able to endure pain very well. My sweet ass! My husband was red all over his face and body. I think the cayenne red pepper was really doing the trick! He was reduced to a whimpering, pathetic little boy who couldn’t have the ice cream flavor he wanted. No, at least the little boy had reason to cry. Men are supposed to be tough, right?

I then proceeded with the cock and ball torture. Wait? You thought I was already doing that? Nope. I was just getting him prepared for what was to come next. Building up his endurance, so to speak.

I stood up on our bed over his crotch area. I took my stiletto heel and placed it over his nut sack and began to apply 130 pounds of weight on it. I weigh 130, so I figured that’s what was being applied to his balls when I was applying pressure and force upon them.

His face began to turn bright red and then beads of sweat began to form on his face. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I applied more and more pressure to his balls with my stiletto. Then the son of a bitch passed out! Yeah, can you believe that? He passed out during our little game. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I got off the bed and went over and pulled the ball gag out of his mouth. I took our digital camera and took some photos of him. I wanted to document this date of pain we had for tonight. I wanted to show him that men are not built for pain.

If I can go through child labor forcing a baby out of my vagina without any meds and not even passing out, then I do believe that I have won this bet of women being able to endure pain more than men.

I knew that my husband’s frail male pride had been destroyed this evening and I wasn’t going to let him live it down. Tonight, I taught my husband, Roy, a lesson. Never get too cocky with a woman who was in labor for eight hours trying to push something the size of a watermelon through a hole the size of an apple.

Lesson learned.

Chapter 2. My Wife, My Tormenter

“Where have you been? You are late.” My wife Rachel said with a scowl on her face as I entered our beautiful two story house in the suburbs. She was standing at the door tapping her high heeled foot.

Rachel was a homemaker while I worked at my advertising company that I had built from the ground up. We had been married for twelve years. We were married just out of high school, where I then went off and joined the military then used the G.I. Bill to pay for my college with my major being in Art and my minor in Business.

Even though she was a homemaker, she never looked the role. She always wore a nice dress and heels and I have never once found her “lounging” around in her robe, well, unless she was sick, but then she would just stay in bed. No, my wife was the model housewife. She took care of our home and our children, who were now school age, so she had more time on her hands during the day.

“You were supposed to be home over an hour ago!” She was angry, I could tell. “My mother has the children for the weekend and I have been here waiting patiently for you. Where have you been?”

She was wearing the red patent leather dress she had bought from the fetish store on the internet. We had decided to explore different ways to make our sex life a lot more interesting. Rachel had done a lot of research and was putting in a lot of effort on this part of our life. She didn’t want our sex life to go dull. And even after twelve years of marriage, it hadn’t, because of her, which I was thankful for and I loved her even more for it.

Once a month, her parents would take our children for the weekend and we would have a “sex weekend” from Friday night to Sunday afternoon, of which then the children would come home and we would have to resume our normal life.

But, it was one of those weekends and it was Friday night and she was standing at the door in her red patent leather dress with matching red stiletto heels. Rachel was looking as hot as ever.

“Ummm… err… I… I…” I stammered. I hadn’t seen this dominant side to Rachel before, but I was actually liking it! “I’m sorry sweetie.”

“Sorry nothing! Get upstairs now mister!” She ordered me. “And take your clothes off!”

I knew better than to disobey my wife when it came to these sex games she liked to organize and play. I scuffled up the stairs to our bedroom and quickly began to undress. Rachel had followed me up the stairs and was standing in the doorway watching me. As I undressed, I felt her eyes piercing at me sternly from across the bedroom.

Rachel noticed me looking at her and started to move slowly towards me, as I was almost naked. For some reason, my body froze, like I was paralyzed. She had this look in her eyes that told me that tonight we weren’t going to just play our normal games. No, tonight, there was something different in her eyes.

“Don’t stop undressing!” She ordered.

I continued to remove the rest of my clothing and soon I was completely naked. Rachel went over and sat on the bed at the headboard. “Come here.” She said as she patted the bed.

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She then grabbed my right hand and slapped a handcuff on it and handcuffed me to the bed. Before I knew it she had jumped over me and slapped the other handcuff on my left hand and attached me to the bed as well!

My legs were free, but my wrists were restrained. She hadn’t done this to me before, so I was curious as to what she had in store for us tonight.

She took out a metal device and attached it to my cock and around my balls. Since my cock was hard, it was a bit tight when she locked it on me. “There, that will do.” She said. “That’s a chastity device. If your cock gets any harder than it is, it will hurt.” She was smiling.

Rachel then stood on the bed and over my head. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pussy was clean shaven without any hair. I love her pussy hairless and she knew that. Sometimes she would leave a strip of hair above her clit, but if she wanted to get me aroused and turned on, she would shave it completely.

I could feel my cock start to get harder and that device she put on me start to get tighter. She was right, it did hurt! I couldn’t help myself though. Her pussy turned me on so much!

She squatted over my face so that her pussy was right above my nose. I tried sticking my tongue out to taste her, but I was too far away. I could smell her sweet aroma though. I knew that smell and it drove me wild. I wanted nothing more right now than to taste her.

Rachel reached down and slid her finger between her pussy lips and gathered some pussy juices on her finger. She then took her wet fingertip and smeared her vaginal nectar right under my nose. Her sent was strong. I tried to lick it with the tip of my tongue, but my tongue wouldn’t reach.

“You want my pussy, don’t you?” She taunted and she touched herself in front of me.

“Oh god, you know I do.” I pleaded.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?” She taunted me more.

“Yes, baby, yes, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Please, please can I taste your sweet pussy?” I pleaded with her more.

She took her finger again and wiped it across her pussy lips and rubbed it over my lips. “Oh god! She tasted so good and sweet! I licked my lips over and over again until her taste was gone. My cock was aching, not only from being hard, but also from the device being so tight around my cock and balls. My cock had grown at least another inch or two and my balls were soon filling up with my semen and were getting bigger and tighter.

Rachel was smiling. My wife, the siren, knew exactly what she was doing and she was doing it well. “You are all mine tonight to do with whatever I please, do you understand that?” She asked and grinned.

“Yes. Yes. I understand.” I agreed with her.

“Excellent.” She said. Then she lifted her dress up to show me her pussy entirely. God! It was so beautiful! She began to dance very sexily and move her hips while rubbing her pussy right in front of me. She turned around on the bed and bent over my face again, showing me her ass and pussy and shaking it.

Then she got off the bed and walked over to the corner of our bedroom. I then noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before in our bedroom. There, in our bedroom was a stripper pole going from the floor to the ceiling. “When did you get a stripper pole?” I asked curiously.

“Shhh…” Rachel replied as she walked over to the pole. She wrapped her leg around it and began to do a pole dance for me. My cock had never been harder before in my life. I was getting a pole dance from my wife and she was amazing at it!

She pulled herself up high on the pole, wrapped both her legs around it and spun around on it upside down with her dress up to her tits. I could hear the squeakiness of her wet pussy lips rubbing up against the pole as she came down the pole. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen my wife do for me, and my cock was aching even more.

I would have done anything to be able to reach down and stroke my cock and watch her. This was indeed torture, not letting me enjoy the fruits of her sexual labor right now.

When she was done dancing on the pole, she came back over to me and took off my chastity device. It felt so good as my cock sprung out and my balls felt free again. She set the device on the nightstand.

Rachel took out a bottle of lube and squirted some onto the palm of her hand. She then wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke it. “You like that don’t you baby?” She cooed.

“Yeah, that’s it.. stroke my cock… yeah…” I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch. About five minutes into her stroking me I heard a CRACK! A sharp pain shoot up through my cock and balls. I opened my eyes and to my horror my wife had a small whip and she was whipping my cock and balls!

“This is called a cock whip.” She explained proudly.

“Wh.. why… wha… What the fuck Rachel?!” I managed to finally get out.

“Isn’t this fun?” She grinned at me.

I quickly brought my legs up to protect my cock and balls.

“Oh no, we can’t have you doing that now, can we?” She said with a frown. Rachel got up and went over and picked up a spreader bar and attached it to my ankles. I was now spread eagle on our bed. Then she grabbed some rope and tied it the middle of the spreader bar, which had a ring on it and tied the other end to the foot bar at the end of our bed.

“There, now that will keep you from hindering my mission.” She said proudly.

“Rachel.. please.” I pleaded with her. I didn’t like this game anymore. I didn’t like the pain she was giving me. “For fuck’s sake, stop your goddamn whining!” She then got up and walked over to her drawer with her panties in it and pulled out a pair of red lace panties and walked over to me and shoved them in my mouth. “There, maybe now that will shut you up.” She then left the room.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing or why she had left the room, but she was gone for a while. I was afraid of what she would come back with. I had no idea what had gotten into my wife. I had never seen her this dominant before or pain inflicting. She was usually very loving and caring and our sex time together was always enjoyable for the both of us. I hope that this wasn’t a sign of things to come for our sex life.

For what seemed like an eternity that she was gone, Rachel came back. She was carrying something in her hand. I wasn’t sure what it was. She sat back on the bed and I saw for the first time what was in her hand. It was a whip, but it had nine strands hanging from it. She raised her hand up and brought it down across my cock and balls.

“Argh!” I yelled out in pain. Because, believe me, that is exactly what I felt throughout my whole groin area!

She held it up in front of me to show me what she had. “Do you like my cat o' nine tails?” She was proudly showing it to me.

She brought the cat o' nine tails up again several more times and landed it across my cock and balls giving the most intense pain I had ever felt in my entire life. I seriously thought I was going to pass out.

I knew I was crying, because I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. My pride hurt, my ego and more so, my cock and balls. My wife remained silent as she got up and put the cat o' nine tails away in her drawer. I was truly terrified as to what was going to come next.

She stood back up on the bed looking down at me. She began to unzip her dress and then toss it to the floor. She only had on her six inch stiletto heels and her red lace bra. Even through all the pain I was feeling, she was beautiful. She then took her bra off and tossed it to the ground. She was now completely naked standing up on the bed in front of me. I could feel my cock get hard once again, it hurt a little, but, I was more focused on my hot, gorgeous and sexy wife that was standing in front of me.

“Do you think I am sexy?” She asked me.

“Mhm.” I managed to get out and nod my head, I still had the panties stuffed in my mouth.

“I bet you would love more than anything to fuck me right now, wouldn’t you?” She asked me.

“Mhm.” I said once again through the panties in my mouth.

“I heard something the other day about you.” She said as she was rubbing the bottom of her heel on my cock, stroking it with the bottom of her shoe.

I wondered what she was talking about.

“Amanda told me that her husband informed her that he saw you at a strip club last month. Is this true?” She asked still stroking my cock.

Fuck! I thought to myself, it was true. I had gone there for a business meeting with some clients and things got a little carried away.

“I also heard that you went to the back room and had a private dance, didn’t you?” She asked me still stroking my cock.

That was also true too. The girl had even given me a blowjob. I had too many drinks at lunch that day and things got too carried away. I never thought Rachel would find out. I didn’t have sex with the girl, but I could understand Rachel’s anger about it. I had no other choice but to nod my head and grunt through the panties in my mouth, “Mhm.”

Then, without warning, Rachel swung her foot back and kicked me in my groin with the toe of her shoe! I yelled so loud that I almost choked on the panties in my mouth.

She kicked me again and again until I passed out. When I came to about fifteen minutes later, she had taken the panties out of my mouth and was sitting on the bed next to me.

“I can forget your indiscretion at the strip club, if you can forget about tonight, my darling.” She said as she caressed my face.

“Okay.” I agreed with her. After all, I did serve out my punishment. It could have been worse, I suppose.

Chapter 3. My Wife the Ball Crusher

Most guys don’t sit around thinking about their girlfriends or wives kicking them in the balls for fun. It’s just not something we are born with and crave. When we’re little boys, we do our best to protect the family jewels from getting hurt, especially in sports. Nothing hurts more than a cleat to our groin area without a protector cup.

The mere thought of any woman kicking me or hitting me in my crotch terrifies the hell out of me, as I am sure it scares the hell out of most guys. Nothing possibly good could come from it.

Then when you get into the biting, whipping, torture devises and all the other stuff that comes with cock and ball torture, you have to think that if there are so many sites out there that sell these things and fetish sites with thousands of members who are into this sort of thing, then maybe there are some guys out there who are into feeling pain in their groin.

I was laying in bed one night imagining myself being totally helpless. Having my legs secured and my arms stretched up over my head restrained so that I couldn’t move. That part, I wouldn’t mind at all. I trust my wife enough to let her do that to me and she did.

I got a bug up my ass and asked my wife to tie me up one night after fantasizing about it for some time. I had gone on the internet and bought some leather restraints for my wrists and ankles. They had come in that day and I was excited.

My wife, Sarah, always goes along with kinky things I suggest in bed and she has had some good ideas too. We like to keep our sex life alive and kinky. We enjoy sex and love to have fun and we are always looking to take it to the next level.

So, there I was. Sarah had restrained me with the leather straps to our bed. I was lying there naked and my cock and balls were fully vulnerable and exposed. What was to happen to me that night was to the extreme of kinkiness and there was nothing I could do about it.

You see, Sarah had been doing some research as well and had ordered some things off the internet on her own and was biding her time for when I would put myself in this vulnerable position. Somehow she knew I would. Was I that predictable?

I don’t consider myself a masochist, but I do find certain levels of vulnerability rather alluring and somewhat exciting on different levels. Some might call it insanity, others call it a fetish and then others just call it a way of life. Torture and humiliation on different levels can invoke an orgasm, enhance an orgasm or just get a cock hard. I guess it all depends on who you are and what floats your boat.

Letting one’s self get to that level of vulnerability and humiliation, takes a man’s power away instantly. When a woman kicks you in the balls or tortures your cock and balls and leaves you writhing in pain and humility, all your pride and honor are stripped from you right at that moment.

I got a taste of that one night from my wife.

Sarah had tied me up to our bed, at my request. I told her that she could do with me as she pleased and that I trusted her. I was turned on by the unknowing and vulnerability and having my wife in charge of me sexually that night. My cock was hard instantly as she tightened the last strap around my ankle.

Sarah looked sexy and beautiful. She had on a black see-through teddy. I could see her pink nipples poking through on her perky and round tits. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a candle with a lighter. She lit the candle and gently dripped the hot wax on my nipples. I loved having my nipples played with, so it felt nice. Sarah held the candle far enough from my nipples so that the wax was warm when it hit my nipples.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the wax. She trickeled the hot wax on my stomach and back up to my nipples again. My eyes were still closed when I felt the warm wax on my balls. It stung a little, but not too bad. Then I felt it hotter and hotter and suddenly, as I looked down, Sarah was ripping the wax from my balls! It wouldn’t have been so bad if my pubic hairs weren’t attached to the wax!

“Ahhhh!” I yelled out. “What the hell. Sarah?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

“Shhhh.” Was her reply.

She continued with the hot wax covering my cock with it. My cock felt like it was on fire! “Sarah!” I yelled out.

She stopped for a moment and looked at me. “If you don’t be quiet, I am going to gag you.” She said as she reached over and held up a red ball gag.

Where the hell did she get that? I thought to myself. She went back to working on covering my cock with hot wax and my already sore balls with the hot wax too.

When she was done covering my groin area in hot wax, she blew out the candle and put it away. She reached over into her drawer and pulled out a steel cylinder object with a metal ring attached. She put the ring around my balls and then the cylinder device around my balls. I thought maybe it was one of those penis pumps or something.

She then locked the ring onto the end of the chamber and my balls were now enclosed in the steel cylinder. I then saw for the first time a T-handle at the top of the cylinder that was also made of steel. I then knew that this was no penis pump.

Sarah looked at me and thought for a moment. “I think you are going to need the ball gag for this.” She grabbed the red ball gag and shoved it into my mouth and fastened the straps behind my head. Once it was secure to her satisfaction, she went back to the cylinder device she had placed on my balls, which was now starting to terrify me.

Sarah then took the T-handle and began to twist the handle. Then it hit me hard as to what the device was! Before I could yell out through my ball gag, she paused and said, “This is my new ball press chamber. Do you like it?” She was grinning wickedly.

She went back to twisting the T-handle and the more she turned it, the tighter my balls got. This torture device was made to crush balls with a simple twist of the T-handle. She kept turning the handle until she realized that I was in a lot of pain.

“Oh, but sweetie, I thought you liked trying new things?” She taunted me.

I started to feel light headed and I think she knew that, so she loosened the device a little. But, I still felt like my balls were about to pop. In fact, I was sure they would if she had turned the handle the opposite direction one more time.

She let go of the ball pressing device and pulled out a black leather case. “As you know, sweetie, part of working at a beauty salon is knowing how to give piercings. So, tonight, I am going to give you a Prince Albert.” She unzipped her black leather case and began setting items on top of the nightstand.

“This will hurt tonight and for a few days, probably more, but in the end, it will make your orgasms and fucking me a lot more enjoyable.” She said as she was pulling stuff out of her bag.

“I need to make sure the needle is sterilized. I would use the piercing gun, but this is so much better using a piercing needle.” She said as she sanitized the needle.

Once she had sanitized the needle, she held up a ring with a ball on it and showed it to me and smiled. As if she needed my approval? She was already going through with this whether I wanted her to or not.

“Normally, I would use ice to numb the piercing area, but I think to fully appreciate the piercing process, that won’t be necessary.” She then took the needle and stuck it through my penis through my urethra, right under the head of my cock.

I felt a shooting pain and I just closed my eyes. She then slid the ring with the ball on it inside the piercing and wipes the blood away.

“There, all done.” She said as she cleaned the needle and began to put everything away. I could feel my cock throbbing in pain. I don’t know what pain hurt the most, the pain from my new Prince Albert, or the pain from my balls being a crushing device.

She reached down and loosened the handle on the ball crusher. If I find out where she hides that thing, I am going to throw it out with the trash. That thing was the epitome of humiliation and pain and I want nothing more to do with it.

Sarah untied me and kissed me. “Now that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she asked smiling at me.

I looked at her and for the most part, I should be angry with her, but I wasn’t. In fact, I think I had a great time, the rush I got from the pain and the fear was intense and in a way, I loved it!