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Therapeutic Testicle Squeezing

This came from the AI component of Bing:

Squeezing the testes serves various purposes related to male reproductive health. Let’s explore why it’s important:

Testosterone Production:

The testes are responsible for producing the male sex hormone testosterone. Squeezing or massaging the testicles can stimulate blood flow and enhance the function of Leydig cells, which secrete testosterone1.

Adequate testosterone levels are crucial for secondary male characteristics (such as facial hair, body hair, and muscle mass), libido, sexual function, and fertility.

Sperm Production:

Squeezing the testes can indirectly impact sperm production. The testes are where sperm cells are produced through a process called spermatogenesis.

Proper blood flow and temperature regulation (which squeezing can help with) ensure optimal conditions for sperm development.

Scrotal Health:

The scrotum, which houses the testes, needs proper blood circulation and temperature control.

Squeezing or gently massaging the testicles can promote blood flow, prevent stagnation, and maintain a healthy scrotal environment.

Sensitivity Enhancement:

Squeezing the testicles can enhance sensitivity. Circular motion or gentle pressure can stimulate nerve endings in the scrotum.

Some techniques, like the stop-squeeze technique, can also be used to delay orgasm and manage premature ejaculation2.

Testicular Stretching:

Some individuals practice scrotum stretching to achieve a low-hanging appearance. While this is not a primary health concern, it can be done with caution.

Scrotum stretching involves using devices like leather straps, steel rings, or rubber rings to gradually stretch the scrotal skin over time.

Remember that maintaining healthy testicles and overall reproductive health should be the priority.

In summary, while squeezing the testes directly impacts testosterone and sperm production, it’s essential to balance any stretching or massaging practices with overall well-being and medical advice. Always consult a healthcare professional for personalized guidance.

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Trapped Cum Play

I met Shonna at a bowling alley. We got to talking among the noise of all the people and the crashing pins. She was about my age and quite good-looking, although I try not to notice such things.

Since my last girlfriend moved to Chicago, I’ve decided I don’t need a relationship just now. Too complicated.

But this woman, well, the conversation flowed nicely. It became personal. Too personal to be discussing among all those people, so we took it out into the parking lot. It was just a bit too chilly, so we jumped in her car. Weird and kind of forward, I know, but it was cold outside.

She started asking me about my masturbation habits. The funny thing is, I’d normally be way to shy, but at this point in the conversation, it was kind of OK. She told me she gets off several times a day. She said she likes it kind of rough. I admitted I like it kind rough at times also.
She admitted to having bisexual fantasies. So did I.

One thing led to another and we ended going to her apartment. When she opened the door she yelled, “James, I brought you a surprise!”

My heart leapt into my throat. Who was James? Maybe her dog or something? No, a guy came bounding down the stairs. He wasn’t bad looking. Tall and thin – and naked! And, erect!

I’m not an idiot. I realized I had been set up. Perhaps I should have been angry, or maybe afraid. I mean these were total strangers to me. But, no, I felt everything was going to be alright. More than alright. I frankly wouldn’t mind a nice threesome.

It wasn’t long until Shonna and I were as naked as James and all three of us were hugging together on their big bed. My god she was a good-looking chick!

Shonna stopped rolling around and hugging for a monent, explaining to James that I admitted liking rough sex also. He smiled in delight and asked whether I trust him. Could he do anything to me as long as it wasn’t super-painful or harmful? Just the fact that he asked somewhat assured me that these folks would be OK. Still, the whole situation was as scary as it was erotic.

While Shonna watched and kind of lightly touched herself, James had me lay on my back and then started in on me with nice gentle testicle massage. That’s something that’s not been done to me very often. In fact, I don’t think anyone ever specifically massaged my balls. I was really liking it. I had already been erect for a few minutes, but now, I felt my cock straining at it’s absolute full length. He slowly massaged harder and harder, with one ball between the thumb and first fingers of each of his hands. He was rolling my compressed balls slightly back and forth. It was starting to hurt, but I was loving it. I was loving it so much I was starting to get that ‘gonna cum’ feeling. I was about to tell him to stop, but he seems to have sensed my situation and quit on his own.

This is where it gets crazy. He explained the plan, and although it scared me so much my body was shaking a little bit, I was very excited to give it a try.

He brought out a little tube of Krazy glue. I was like, “No, that’s insane. What if I can’t get the glue off?”

Shonna explained that with a bit of coconut oil, the glue releases it’s grip. She said she has had her inner labia glued together, and they played with James having his scrotum glued in various ways. They always were able to get the glue off.

So, I let James put a little glue on my peehole, and within seconds my urethra was glued shut. He then added a second then a third layer of glue. Meanwhile, having him put the glue on my dick, and holding it this way and that as he inspected his work was feeling just wonderful. If nothing more had happened that day, I would have been happy.

But more did happen! Once the glue was all set James announced, “I want to watch as you fuck Shonna.” I was happily shocked. I knew this gluing was leading up to something, but I didn’t realize. I mean, I just felt super-lucky. I had figured maybe James or maybe Shonna give me a handjob or something leading up to me nearly ejaculating again, they’d remove the glue, then, I don’t know, maybe oral sex or something.

Instead, this is what happened. Shonna got on hands and knees presenting her pussy to me. Kneeling behind her, I also had a great view of her anus. I just love female anuses. Male too, truth be told. She then invited me to put my penis in her very wet pussy. It slipped right in. I swear I stroked back and forth in her no more than six times before I orgasmed. I was scared to death about the cum being blocked, and at the same time, as sexually exhilirated as I had ever been. The ejaculation started. It was unlike any of my life. I felt the trapped cum being compressed within my cock. That seems to have not only caused the ejaculatory contractions to be stronger, but they just kept coming. I believe they lasted twice as long as usual.

Meanwhile, Shonna had been rubbing her clit with one hand, and as my penis was still erect in her, and as the contractions were finally subsiding, she started having contractions of her own as she orgasmed. This felt a little different than usual intercourse. I could really feel her contractions. I thought it was because maybe she was orgasming harder than most women, but it was more likely because I still had cum compressed within my urethra.

I stayed hard all the way through her orgasm and for a couple of minutes afterward. She just stayed in position, and so did I. As my penis started finally wilting, Her vagina ejected me. My erection didn’t go entirely down. I think that’s due to the cum keeping my urethra expanded.

Oddly, my cock started to itch. The itch became quite noticeable. James told me that’s because the cum is a bit alkiline, while piss is acedic. The urethra isn’t used to cum being held inside and reacts slightly. In any case, I wanted that glue off – right now!

But it was not to be. Shonna wanted to play with my penis first. She pressed her fingers off and on against my urethra. I could feel the cum squishing back and forth within. Then, more forcibly, she started squeezing my penis from head to where it connects with my body, forcing the cum down, back into me. She continued pressing downward, through my ballsack, then just ahead of my anus. I felt the cum kind of going blurb, blurb, as it was forced through my sphincters and into my bladder.

James came to the rescue with his coconut oil, and sure enough the glue let go, as a little remaining cum spurted out of my peehole.

Shortly afterward I had to pee. Both of them followed me into the bathroom to watch. Normally, it’s difficult for me to pee in front of an audience, but by now I really had to go, so it was fairly easy to pee into their sink. Toward the end of the flow, I felt a kind of chunk, chunk feeling as globs of cum flowed out with the last of my urine. The two of them were delighted to see that.

As you can imagine Shonna, James and I have become the best of friends, and we have done several three-way rough and crazy sex experiments since then.

Note: We don’t know whether this may be harmful in some way. Perhaps a person could have an allergic reaction to the glue, or maybe it’s carcinogenic. Maybe one could be glued so tightly that it won’t release, or maybe one could injure their urethra with trapped cum. So recreating this experiment is not recommended. Better to enjoy this account, then devise your own harmless ways to have orgasmic delight.

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Jenelle’s Best Orgasm

Jenelle here, using my brother’s account. He thought I might like to report this, and he was right.

He and I had been talking about an experience I had recently had with a new boyfriend. I had been telling Jeremy about how this guy refused to fuck me, fearing pregnancy, or maybe STDs, so instead he put two fingers in my puss, promising he’d get me off big-time. He curled his fingers forward against the inside front wall of my cunt and just started rubbing rather firmly. It wasn’t even a minute before I was orgasming as hard as I ever had in my life. The only thing was, as much as I begged him to press even harder, he was afraid of hurting me. So, it was just one glorious orgasm, but it could have been two or more.

So, there I was telling Jeremy, and he offered to do it ‘right.’ How can a twin sister refuse that?

In moments, Jeremy was naked and sporting an erection, as was I. Well, I was naked, but no erection, of course.

However, I wasn’t going to need lube. I’m generally wet anyway, being of Filipino descent. Us girls have always literally left puddles after a good fucking, or even just a masturbation (Benefits of Wanking) session.

Well, to make a long story short, Jeremy went to town, and by God, he did press hard as he rubbed against the front wall of my vagina. It was hurting a bit, but that just made it better. I came. I came so fucking hard! It was the best orgasm, or series of orgasms actually, of my life. I swear it lasted over a minute as I was cumming in wave after wave.

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Hard Testicle Squeezing

We don’t fuck. My girlfriend, who is a nurse, is ridiculously afraid of disease. Well, maybe it’s not so crazy in this day and age. So, we don’t fuck. We’ve done it a few times in the past, but no more. Since she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with a sexless relationship, she has taken to getting me off by hand. She’s so expert that I really don’t miss the intercourse at all. In fact, I’d say a good handjob beats fucking, hands-down, so to speak.

To my amazement, she seldom wants reciprocation. When she does, it’s just some clit-licking to orgasm. Instead, she seems to enjoy our conversation as she’s working on me. Well, I’m certainly good with that!

But it’s crazier than that. One time a few months ago, I asked her to massage my balls. She had sort of done that just a little bit before, but not even really enough to understand their actual shape, or relation to the epididimis (the connecting tubes) behind them. She started with a gentle massage, and it was nice, but not spectacular.

Evidently being in a sort of crazy, I asked her to squeeze harder, so I could really feel her ministrations. She squeezed just a little harder, being afraid of hurting me. She had been holding one testicle between the thumb and the side of her forefinger in each hand. Suddenly my right ball kind of slipped around in my scrotum, out of her grip, like a wet bar of soap. That hurt a little bit, but in general was a nice surprise.

I asked her to focus on doing that with both balls. She complied. I asked her to ramp it up with more pressure. It didn’t take long to realize she had to avoid squeezing the place where the epidimis connects along the top/back of the balls. That offers an unpleasant kind of sting-pain. But squeezing anywhere else was nice. No pain, just a comfortable compression feeling.

In my crazy mood, that was nice, but not enough. I had her start squeezing harder and harder. I don’t really know how hard she eventually got, but I did see that her fingertips were turning white from pressure as the blood was squeezed out of her fingers.

Now, it was starting to hurt, but I was in this strange mood like I wanted to see just how much I could take.

Every now and then a ball would suddenly slip away. My, that hurt, but was still fun.

The pressure was building terribly, but I knew nuts are surrounded by a thick coating, and like raw chicken gizzards, you can’t really damage them just with fingertips. Now, It was hurting so badly I was wincing, moaning, and screaming a little bit, as she continued to sit on my legs squeezing ever harder. She was also laughing. So was I. I mean, it fucking hurt, but it was fun, too.

Did I mention my dick was rock hard the whole time? Suddenly, my penis started spasming as cum came tumbling out, and she hadn’t even touched my dick.

We’ve repeated the process several times. There’s something really special about cumming from ball squeezing alone. Then too, there’s a mild ache for an hour afterward. It’s not severe at all. However, there’s also an effect where my balls feel heavy for several hours. I mean, while I’d doing other things later in the day whether it’s mowing the lawn or working on the Internet, I can notice my balls, their heaviness, and it’s really pleasant.

Lately, we’ve taken that to a new level. Years ago, I read somewhere about a husband and wife who were playing with something similar. He claimed she squeezed so hard that the fluid in his balls flowed out into his blood stream, and they became flabby, soft, deflated. A moment after she let go, they reinflated. Oh my! I had to experience that, if it was even true.

So, I had her squeeze just my left ball harder than ever, and just hold it that way for five whole minutes. When she let go, she and I both felt both balls and sure enough, the left one was about 50% deflated compared to the other. It was painful to feel my ball at that point, but it was surely interesting to discover it being all flabby like that. I was slightly scared that the deflation might be permanent, or that I might have even sent a blood clot to my brain or something, but nothing of the sort happened. Within a minute, it was back to normal.

However, I don’t recommend you try this. Maybe it could literally kill you, or at least send you to a hospital. Instead, enjoy my report and get off in the normal way.

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Go-To Fantasy

In a forum someone recently asked about whether weird sexual go-to fantasies are alright.

Here is my response followed by my own crazy fantasy.

Some people have very strange fantasies. If one doesn’t act on dangerous fantasies, it’s all A-OK.

For instance, many men and women dream about genital piercing. They imagine a big bar or ring in their glans, inner labia or even clitoris. Others dream about three-way sexual encounters, orgies, sex with the gender they’re not typically interested in, or sex with family members. They can have wonderful orgasms thinking of such things, but most would never act on them.

If you do feel you’d like to actually do something dangerous, it is a good idea to seek out professional help. For best results, that probably shouldn’t be your clergy or even a general psychologist, but rather one specializing in sexual issues. Seeking help for such things shouldn’t be a matter of shame, but rather pride that you have the strength to do what you know is right.

I believe I’m living proof that one’s fantasies can be quite off-the-wall. Or, at least mine can.

Perhaps my main go-to fantasy is that I’d like to teach advanced masturbation techniques (See Advanced Male Masturbation). The main technique is multiple or continuous orgasms. For women, this might simply be a workshop to extend what many can already do. For men, this would be the technique of dry orgasming, something many men don’t even know is possible. With practice, and knowing the right technique, a man can have very powerful orgasms. Between orgasms he can stay hard and aroused and do it over and over again. Or, he can have orgasms that last five minutes or more. It’s amazing stuff!

Anyway, I picture myself in a classroom outfitted with massage tables, mattresses on the floor, sofas, any sort of cozy furnishings. Like at the Masturbate-a-thon, these could be old secondhand donated furniture. Everything is covered with sheets. My students, both men and women, but in reality probably more men than women, will all be naked, as will I.

First I lecture and demonstrate the technique, then as others practice, either solo, or mutually practicing in teams of two, I walk around the room demonstrating and perhaps helping out here and there. That’s my go-to fantasy. What’s yours?

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AAA Battery

I found that although tight, I can insert a triple A battery entirely into my urethra. It has to be sterilized with alcohol, and well-lubed. I find there is a restriction about 1 centimeter beyond the peehole, but with patience, I stretched it, and pushed past that. I felt the tightness of the battery sliding in. There was a minor stinging sensation, but very slight.

Using my fingertip, I finally pushed the battery all the way into my urethra until it entirely disappeared from sight. It felt great. I walked around with the battery in my erection for a few minutes. I could feel the extra weight. I did keep checking that the battery wasn’t sliding further down into my cock. I think it’s unlikely it would get past my sphincters, but still, it was a concern.

Finally, I jacked off with the battery still in and it delightfully blocked my cum.

After I settled down, I pushed on the bottom of my battery, through the underside of my cock. It took a moment but then the battery reaappeared, followed by the remains of my cumshot. For the next day, peeing stung a little bit.

I’m going have to do this again someday soon, maybe with two batteries next time.

For those who are interested in this sort of thing, you might enjoy Personal Experiences with Sounding

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Sara Finds a New Way For Both of Us to Cum

By Spurtz

The Sara Series:
My Wife Sara is a Real Piece of Work
Watching Sara Service Another Man’s Cock
Sara Loves Giving Handjobs
Sara Jacks Off Six Guys

After the session with six guys, Sara couldn’t stop raving about how much fun it was to have six hard pricks to play with. Seven counting mine, although she never actually serviced me. She also went on and on about how great it felt to fuck the guy with the coke can sized cock. Of course every time she went on about his dick, it just made me feel more inadequate.

She insisted that we have threesomes with the guy, whose name is Nick, at least once a week because she loved the way his monster cock felt in her cunt. These weren’t really threesomes because there wasn’t anything I could do with the guy’s big cock. It was too big around to even get in my mouth. The “threesomes” really ended up with Sara fucking the shit out of the guy’s monster cock while I watched and jerked off.

Luckily she tired of the guy after a few weeks. He had zero personality and there was no way to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. Obviously dick size isn’t everything to a woman. So he more or less faded into the sunset. Of the other five guys, only one of them really appealed to her. That was #1, whose real name was Jerry. He was the guy with the curved dick who won the award for the hardest hard-on.

She contacted him and we had a few threesomes with him. Those were fun because I got to fully participate, plus Jerry liked to suck my cock as much as he liked to fuck my wife. And I liked to suck his dick which really was super hard. We all three enjoyed masturbating both cocks.

But all things run their course. Eventually Sara needed something new. “Honey,” she said, “I’m thinking about something else we can do that we’ve never done before.”

Oh, shit, I thought, what cockamamie idea has she come up with now? Probably something that will further humiliate me. Maybe she’ll want to fuck ten guys while I watch. “What’s your idea, babe?” I ventured.

“Let’s buy a strap-on so I can fuck your ass. What do you think? Most of the stuff we’ve done is for my benefit. So I think it’s time we came up with something for your benefit,” she replied.


Sara pegging, a new way to cum

My benefit? Where does she come up with this shit? If we were going to do something for my benefit, it would be three high school cheerleaders fighting to see who could take my cum load down their throat. My benefit is not having some rubber cock shoved up my ass. But I couldn’t tell her that.

“That would be different, for sure,” I replied. “But what fun is that for you?”

“Well, I like the idea of being totally in control. Having you has my boy toy. Plus some of those strap-ons have battery operated vibrators that will stimulate my clit while I am pumping your ass full of cock. C’mon, be a sport. Give it a try.”

“Ok, I’ll go along with it but don’t buy one that has a monster cock on it. I don’t want some giant dildo shoved up my ass,” I replied.

“Why don’t we go to the local porno shop and pick one out together,” she suggested.

So we did. The one she picked out did have a smaller than usual cock on it but it was still a good 6” long. I wasn’t too concerned about the length. It was the girth that scared me. We finally agreed on one that had a very realistic looking cock on it that was about 4” in circumference which was about 1.25” in diameter. She thought that was pretty small but it looked big to me. As we were examining it in front of the clerk at the sex shop, she said, “Honey, are you sure you can’t take something bigger than this? Don’t you want your ass to be really filled up like I do when Nick fucks me with that huge cock?”

The clerk’s jaw dropped and nearly hit the floor. I’m sure he never heard any woman talk so openly. My face was burning with shame from even admitting in front of a stranger that I wanted to be fucked in the ass. The device Sara was holding was a strapless version that had a u-shaped hook on the end that went up her vagina and stayed in place. Right where it pressed against her clit was vibrating pad. It was on sale for $36. I handed the guy a fifty and told him to keep the change so we could get the hell out of there.

Sara couldn’t wait to try it out when we got home. She put the batteries in it and liberally coated it with K-Y jelly. She had me lay on my back and spread my legs. Then she lubed up my asshole and inserted the thing inside her pussy. She got down between my legs and directed the head of the dildo right at my asshole. I had my knees pulled up giving her more access to the promised spot.

“Relax, babe,” Sara said, “I’ve read up on this and if you tense up, it will hurt much worse. If you totally relax it might hurt just a bit at first but once it’s up inside you and I start pumping away, you will love it.”

I hoped she knew what she was talking about and I tried to relax. I was a bit surprised that my dick was fully hard. Based on videos I’d seen, I assumed my hard-on would go away once she started fucking me. I never understood why some guys lost their erections while being fucked.

The dildo started to penetrate my asshole. I tried to totally relax my entire body as Sara kept pushing it in. The head slid past my sphincter and although there was a bit of pain, it was starting to feel pretty good. I could even feel some of the vibrations. As she began to pump away I was shocked at how good it felt. She had both hands on my thighs and pushed my legs back just like I did when I fucked her. I could feel the coronal ridge of the dildo rubbing on the inside of my ass and it felt fantastic. I had read that the anal canal was loaded with nerve endings which was why some women actually preferred to be ass-fucked. I hadn’t fucked Sara in the ass yet but her day was coming.

I looked down at my cock and unlike many of the gay videos I had seen, my prick was rock hard and throbbing with each thrust Sara was giving me. After a good ten minutes of steady fucking, I knew she had cum at least three or four times and now it was my turn. Without even touching my rigid cock, the semen started spurting out with amazing force. The first shot just made it to my chest but the second one blasted me right in the face. I opened my mouth to try to catch any subsequent streams and was lucky to get several into my mouth.

Sara kept right on pumping as my dick kept spurting. Finally I was done and when Sara realized my orgasm was over, she pulled the dildo out of my ass. She leaned in and kissed me and licked a lot of the semen off of my face.

“How was it babe?” she wanted to know. “It was great,” I gasped, “far better than I expected. Looked like it was good for you too.”

“It was. In fact, now I want you to fuck my ass so I can experience what you did.” I needed a bit of recuperative time but after about a half hour I was ready to give Sara her first ass fucking. We went through all the same lube procedures and soon I had her legs up over my shoulders and started to penetrate her ass with my erection. My dick was somewhat bigger than the dildo so I wasn’t sure how it would go. But Sara knew how to totally relax her sphincter and my cock amazingly slid in much easier than either of us expected. My dick felt really good in her ass and I wondered why we had never done this before. She said the same thing.

As I pumped away, she had orgasm after orgasm, and finally I could take no more and unloaded another major cum load, this time in her ass. As we lay there in post-orgasm glow we talked about how great the experience had been for both of us getting ass-fucked. We agreed that this had to become a regular part of our sex lives.

“Sweetie,” she said, “whose cock does that dildo remind you of?” I knew she was talking about Jerry although his prick had a bit more curve to it, but it was close. “How would you feel about having a real dick up your ass, assuming Jerry is up for it?”

I knew Jerry would have no problem shoving his dick up my rectum and I said so. She immediately called him on the phone and asked him if he would like to fuck me in the ass and also take my cock up his back door. He was all for it and I knew she would want to fuck both of us with her new strapless strap-on dildo.

Jerry’s cock was a bit bigger around than the dildo but surprisingly, I was super curious as to what that would feel like. And I couldn’t wait to find out.

So now we had something new to look forward to. I also wondered what other ideas Sara would dream up.

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My Girlfriend the Drummer

My girlfriend the drummer, sex play with drumsticks

I sing and play guitar. My girlfriend is in the band. She’s the drummer. We’re reasonably successful, but we do have to supplement our gig income by teaching music. That’s where the real money is, at least for now. Like all musicians, we hope for greater success, although I have to say, what we have now is rather satisfying.

Anyway, one night we were fooling around in bed. We don’t fuck all that often. We’d rather do what we call ‘manual’ things to each other. Handjobs and such. Sometimes I lick her to great orgasms. And on this one night, that’s what we were doing. Specifically, I was licking her anus, and the area between her anus and vagina. Suddenly, she got up, distracted. She grabbed her drumsticks and started tapping out a new rhythm on her nightstand.

She stopped and looked at me, evidently with a new idea. Yet another rhythm maybe? No, she asked whether I might like to have her tap out the rhythm on my belly.

I said, “Sure, why not?”

She started tapping her sticks lightly on my belly. It kind of tickled, and didn’t really feel all that great. Plus it was just a bit cold in the room. I noticed that the tips of her sticks where hitting close together, like all within one square inch.

The thought came to me, that since my scrotum was currently drawn up tight due to the coldness, it might feel nice to have her tap on my balls.

She did. It was surprisingly nice. She tried some other rhythms. After a minute I came and she hadn’t even been touching my cock.

We have done it many time since. If you and your partner want to try something like this, I have only one suggestion: Make sure your scrotum is firm and tight. We tried it with loose balls once, and it kind of hurt when the tip of a stick hit right on top of a testicle. Even that was fun, however.

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My Girlfriend is Cruel

Massage table for sexual play
Get your own massage table like this one

My girlfriend is cruel, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She has a massage table at her house and these soft bandana-like things with which she can tie my ankles and wrists to the table.

She gets me hard, then she starts ever so gently fondling my balls. Slowly, she builds up the pressure until she’s squeezing them so hard that her fingertips turn white. It fucking hurts, but oddly, its pleasurable, too. For those who don’t know, testicles are in a think and firm rubbery covering that makes them very tough. It may be painful, but it’s harmless. At least I think so.

After doing that for a several minutes, while laughing sardonically, she then jerks me off. I try not to cum right away, but knowing what’s coming next, I can’t hold off very long.

Within a minute or two, cum is shooting all over the place as she continues to stroke me.

She’ll typically say something like, “Good, now that’s out of the way.”

We both laugh, although my laughter is rather nervous.

She continues to stroke me, but now it doesn’t feel so good. I want her to stop. I’m done sexually. I’ve ejaculated, and now I need to be alone. I really, really need her to let go of my cock.

But, no, that’s not going to happen. Now, after adding more oil to the palm of her hand, she starts rubbing that palm over the tip of my penis, as she holds the shaft upright with her other hand.

It’s fucking excruciating. For those who don’t know, it’s an excruciating tickle. Maybe a guy can imagine underwear being rubbed against the tip of the dick. Or a girl might imagine cloth being rubbed over her exposed clitoris.

She laughs like a maniac and continues the torment. I’m twisting and pulling at the ankle and wrist restraints. But, I can’t get away, and she continues. It’s amazingly horrible. And yet, it’s also kind of nice in a very strange way.

Eventually, the sensation dies down a little bit as my sanity starts to return. It starts to feel like I’m going to pee. And sure enough, completely out of control, I feel a single squirt escape my body. She laughs some more. So do I.

But she continues. The horrible sensation builds again. I’ve really got to get away. I’m twisting, I’m yelling, and laughing at the same time. Now it starts feeling like I’m going to release more pee. Instead, I believe I have ejaculated a second time. Or maybe it was more pee. I’m not quite sure.

It must have been five minutes since my second ejaculation, if that’s what it was, and finally, my penis softens. We both know it’s over. I swear I’ll never let her do that again.

A week later, we do it again.

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