Ballbusted into thraldom

Chapter 1

There are many who would say I had it coming. I was amused by stories of former men being subjected to sashay and ball anguish by sadistic fair sex and looked at web site about it. I giggled at flick where some guy took it in the testicle and made a lot of barnyard joke about some bitch"having him by the balls"or saying person should jam some jerk's nuts.

By myself, I imagined a adult female squeezing my nude orchis while I writhed in pain but never thought anything like that could happen to me or that there were woman who would really do such a thing. I imagined being a slave to fair sex who owned my nuts. I guess I wanted all that in some way but would never have admitted it even to myself.

Of course of action, I imagined that it would be some beautiful woman with Brobdingnagian tit that would enslave me. That's not quite what happened.

Even before what happened, I was in pretty expert shape, about 6 feet, and pretty well endowed although not a freak. I have a tumid than average peter, about 7 inches when rock hard, and kind of large lump.

My aliveness hasn't gone so gravid. 37 when this story began, I was an English John Roy Major in a DoS college before dropping out and starting to take a lot of jobs that weren't too intriguing. For the cobbler's last couple class, I had been working in the mail room of a big account firm. I kept the copier running, mete out mail, watered plants, carried shit to the parking lot, and did a gang of early menial dogshit.

I played games and looked at porn on the computer in the chain armour room that we were supposed to just use for company e-mail and ordering supplies, but I thought I'd been pretty careful to delete the porno I looked at when things were slow.

I was married two old age. My ex-wife said I did not satisfy her want and was too egoistic. She had worked for the Sami company as me but got another job in a nearby city after the divorce.

I don't think I'm stupid, but genial job much more perplex than ordering more copy paper seem boring. My attention duet got shorter and shorter. On the weekend, I liked playing game, drinking beer, looking at porn sites, and jerking off to a wide variety of porn. But that has all changed.

One Friday night after work, I went out to work to a local bar down the road. With me were a few guy wire and Debbie from the business office. Debbie was the assistant post director and my honcho. Debbie had not really paid much attention to me as far as I knew. I did what she said. She did not ask for much but got what she asked for.

Debbie is no beauty queen but kind of hot for a lady about 40. Average height, fuzz dyed blonde, A tad overweight maybe but not gross and the big depreciator give her a pretty unspoilt bod even if her abdomen could be vapid and her thigh diluent. Anyway, nearly men would fuck her. I may have looked a bit too much at her boobs when she leaned forward to use the copying car.

In the bar, we started out talking about employment gab. Debbie suggested she might know some interesting facts about me but never elaborated on it. Over time, woman I did not make out sat down with us who were admirer of other people in our party. Mainly, they were Friend of Debbie and Quaker of protagonist of Debbie.

Eventually, all the people I knew, including Debbie, had left to be with their families, girlfriends, beau or televisions. Being a one guy in my late 30s with nix to do but go family to the computer to trifle games, I just kept drinking as long as there were people at the table. About 10:30, it was just me and four woman there who I had not met before that Night. Two of them I'd definitely like to fuck and the other two I'd be volition to have sex after a few beers. I did not beguile all of their names at first except one had a great digit and big boobs I wanted to squash like loony. She was named Sheila. Another adult female was a variety of lowly Asiatic charwoman with a pretty good figure and a name I couldn't pronounce and a grudge against White men who thought they should own her. I've learned her name is Nguyet.

The other two it developed were divorcees in their 40s working somewhere boring. These two had grudges against their ex-husbands and their current bosses. The two blonde were a footling overweight, taller than average, had pretty big knocker and seemed to be somewhere from the Dixieland. One, Marilyn, was a bleach blond and the former one, Jane, a dishwater blond. Most of the night I could not commend their gens. I did not really give a SOB about their name calling but thought I'd be will to fuck them on a span beers.

There was a lot of talk about male son of a bitch at their workplaces. I did not say much but thought about what it would be like to know each of them. Then one of the divorcee said, something about how she'd really like to go after the nuts of the dickhead who ran the office she was working for. She told story of how he'd made her make copies all through her lunch hour but would not let her entrust piece of work early. Generally, the women were acting like I was not there. They got crude about what they've like to do to various assholes in their biography and how they'd like to make them pay. The Asiatic char, apparently the most bitter of all, said something about how she sure had some clump in mind to squash. I kind of mockingly spoke up at that point to say that I did not think woman really were into that kind of tinker's damn and that none of them would really need to smart a guy in his balls.

I should stimulate gone habitation after I saw the look that Sheila and Nguyet gave me and then each early.

The subject eventually changed to where to go from the bar. Sheila of the juicy tits, said that we should get out of the dive, go to a property where she had some beer and former provision and get senior high school. I did not cognise whether I was invited or not but she looked at me and said that I should come by and learn more about life and my place.

It turned out the apartment wasn't far from the bar. It was in an old motel that had been converted to apartments. Only a few flat had been leased. The one we went to was at the end of the row with a few untenanted rooms between it and the nearest occupied apartment.

There was not much to the apartment, just one way with a sitting surface area of chairs arranged around a kind of strange burnt umber table that was a torso, a metal physique bed against the wall, a kitchen area and a toilet. I was pretty loaded and went in and helped myself to a beer and sat in the biggest electric chair in the sitting expanse. I should accept noticed the picture on the refrigerator of a nude guy tied down screaming with a cleaning woman squeezing of his Lucille Ball but I only saw that later.

The Host put on some Weird jazz music I'd not heard. I mainly listen to land. She rolled a joint that was passed around the 5 of us. Sitting on the story because there were only four chairs in the low apartment, Sheila returned to the subject of men. She suggested they were all jerks and slovenly person and not good for much. I was again thinking that maybe I ought to be going after I finished my beer and offered her my chairwoman. I sat on the"coffee table"that was actually a big trunk in the middle of the room.

The conversation went to some soap opera I did not watch and how a great deal they hated one guy in the display. Dishwasher blond Jane said he needed a lot of astute scissure to his junk but blanching agent blonde Marilyn said that there were a lot of ways to hurt a guy that do not involve his prick or nut. Nguyet agreed with Marilyn but said that hurting balls was best. I finished my beer and went to use the toilet. I did not see the picture on the door facing the toilet because I pissed facing the toilet and left quickly because the Nguyet was in a hurriedness to get in there.

When I got back in the living room, there has been some lecture about something and Sheila is playing with a face pack of card on the trunk. I suggested maybe I should go but Nguyet had gotten back and lighted another joint. Sheila said the company was just getting started."How about some poker ?"I said I really have only about 10 bucks cash left on me so the stakes would have to be pretty small unless they all intended to let me win. Sheila said that we could have proficient stake than that ; how about strip show poker ?

Obviously, looking back, I should let run, but I was pretty interested in Sheila and Nguyet and the other two ladies would also be amusing nude. Marilyn said she did not really know how to encounter poker. Sheila said we should ready it easy. The high wag lost an article of clothing. In caseful of a tie, both took something off.



The odds looked pretty good that a woman would lose. I said,"surely but we only spiel to the first person loses all their clothes."Nguyet said,"okey but we're all adults who have seen cocks and snatch before, what happens to the loser ? Dishwasher blond Jane stretched pushing her big boobs towards my cheek and said,"how about we do what we want to him."Sheila corrected,"him or her"and said that if she lost that I could do whatever I wanted with her.

Sounded like I got to jazz the also-ran, which would be nice way to end the eve. But Sheila added that, with four women and one man, the betting odds were really too practically against women. She suggested that a woman could ingest off an article for another charwoman if she wanted ? I should have realized that this drastically changed the odds, but Sheila also stretched in a way that pushed out her tits and I said,"okay, what the fuck, but we all have to start with the like amount of clothes."We agreed to count down from ten and that no one left until there was a loser.

I don't know how to do the maths on the odds so I don't know if I was ill-omened or they cheated, but I soon was in difficulty. Nguyet would have gone down quickly except that others started taking her losings and when the Jane got down to eight Sheila still had 7 in reserve to keep her from going out.

After another joint and I don't acknowledge how much time had gone by, I'm down to my underdrawers, while two of the women are in their bra and scanty and the others have two or three piece of wear that they could lead off if necessary. I said,"Boy, it is getting pretty late, what do you say we call it a night."Nguyet says"no way."I am as scar, put up and excited as can be. The next deal, I get the Ace of Clubs with the adjacent mellow calling card being Sheila's Jack.

The magnitude of the situation only now really hit me. Each of the divorcee takes one of my limb and Nguyet grabbed the elastic on my shorts. Out of reverence and a reflex I start to say something or yell or babble but Sheila has gotten behind me and neatly somehow puts a ball gag in my mouth. I then realized that some of them had done this before, started to panic and began to kick. That doesn't shoemaker's last long though because Nguyet grabbed my clod very hard, squeezed and said she'd crush my nuts if I did not settle down. I realized I was beat and, in a few seconds, I am strapped over the top of the trunk with my head hanging over one side, my raging hard-on just even with the opposite bound, and my testicle hanging right over the edge. My legs are put in rophy and secured so that they are pulled back and a pillow is put under my ass which makes my dick and balls jut out so they are still more scupper.

The lady are all trading in high spirits fives and they open a drawer in the trunk that I had not noticed before. From the drawer emerges a bunch of items that Nguyet made a point of showing me including tongs like you use for turning sum on a fire, safety pin tumbler, clamps, pinking shears, plier, paddles, riding crops, hat pins, knives, needle and a thing that looks like a strange hedging pruner that I later learned was a burdizzo.

Sheila looked at the two divorcees and said, we've only just met you tonight but I think you should have the honor of starting the ceremony. Try not to do any permanent equipment casualty, but I guess we could forgive you if you make a little misunderstanding on your first time. With that, the Marilyn immediately took a pair of plier to my give nipple and closed it hard. It hurt. I would have screamed but that wasn't an option with my mouth gagged. I did get going bumping my nates against the pillow on the proboscis, which accomplished nil, particularly after Jane punched my allow for nut.

It is a sort of marvelous thing the way that nut can kind of slide away for a blow. Jane's fist was to a greater extent of a mental pain in the ass than real agony, but I knew that was just the start of what was to come in. When Jane grabbed each nut and started to compact it like a marble, I was praying I'd pass out. No such luck. I realized that I had never been in so much botheration in my life-time and that this could go on a very prospicient time. All the prison term I'd joked about Guy getting their testicle in a vice came back to ghost me, but I was not really thinking so often as just registering pain in the neck like a mindless fauna.

Sheila advised,"If you squeeze this also-ran like that much Sir Thomas More, he'll probably cum all over the place."Although I somehow was still my full 7 inch hard, cumming was not really on my mind as my former nipple was put in an alligator cartridge clip. Sheila had decided to seize with teeth the nipple that had been in the pliers and the Nguyet was picking up the tongs and one of the whips. I was very silently praying that Sheila had to sour on Saturday as the one woman released my ball so that they could be beaten and the tongs were used on the tip of my prick.

Chapter 2

Sheila then said, `` You know I think we should get some food and Thomas More supplies. I think we have found fun for the unharmed weekend or maybe more. '' She winked at me and slapped my testicle like flies that had landed on a kitchen table. I felt the sharpest pain, gasped through my gag and thought, Oh shit. Then Sheila took my wallet out of my knickers and said,"Our generous admirer is buying pizza and whatever else we need for a while. Also, I know somebody who knows this guy. Let's see if we can keep him."

Then, they just left me there, tied to the box for what seemed like eternity but was probably more like 45 mo. They returned triumphant with wine, pizza and news.

Sheila and Nguyet untied me from the trunk, walked me to the toilet, gave me a pill to bury and said I'd had my utmost beer. I did what I was told as Nguyet twisted my egg bag. Sheila explained that they did not desire alcohol to intervene with them using me completely. They tied me to the bed with my implements of war and branch forming an X and put a couple big cushions under my seat so my cock was higher than my head and my glob were up for the grabbing. For good bill, Nyuget squeezed my testis again.

Sheila said that she'd talked to her champion Debbie and she would be coming over soon. Sheila added that Debbie had said on the phone that I was a complete loser and no one would kvetch if I disappeared. My botch had gone down while they were out and they'd had me piss but it came back after Nguyet grabbed my sack and Sheila ran her fingernails over my mammilla. Nguyet let go but Jane started lightly whacking my Ball with a small whip that had come out of the trunk. I was as hard as a rock.

"You see, he likes it,"Sheila said.

"He'll spirt a sea mile when he finally cums,"the Marilyn said.

Debbie walked into the flat and looked down on my raw body."I was pretty sure he was well hung. I see I was right. He's not the slothful jagoff at the office, but he's not going anywhere gravid either. His best use at work is for shit work but I am sure we can learn him a few More useful tricks."

Debbie then pulled down her pants and said,"This also-ran's ex said he doesn't eat cunt, but I'm surely we can teach him to do it and do it well."She lowered her cunt to my face, grabbed my nuts and said that I should start slowly before gently licking her button directly and I would jazz from the level of pain in my balls whether I was doing it right.

I reached back into my memory and tried to remember everything I'd ever been told as to how to eat snatch. I gently licked around and variety of tickled her clit. She held my chunk firmly but did not crush. I sensed that she must have got off from her quivering and little suspiration. She got off my facial expression.

"I've had a lot better, mainly from women, but loser can do the job if he's forced to concentrate. Anyone else want to savor this asshole's tongue."

Nguyet got on me and squeezed my balls to the point in time of annoyance even before I'd made a fault. I did my best but it seemed to pack forever before she got off my face.

"Let's start squeezing the juice out of the loser,"Sheila said before grabbing my ballock and pulling them up and down. I just knew she must have done this many times before. I could palpate I was as erect as I'd even been. I passed the peak of no return. My cock sprayed into the air like a fount. I was relieved and expected they'd let me repose. I don't know why I thought this as It should have been damn clear that did not have me come just for pleasure.

Now, Sheila said,"This is where affair get really approximate. The failure thinks he's done his job and had his going so the game is. But we're going to see how many prison term he can help us cum and be forced to cum."

It had been a foresightful time since I'd cum more than once in a day and I'd not cum twice without having a geological fault since I was about 17. But with Jane's twat in my nerve and Sheila expertly working my cock, I came again. I guess it was whatever pill it was they gave me. They got me hard not long after the second sexual climax.

Over the next 6 hours, they took turns working my peter until my tongue felt like putty and I'd come about 8 times. Having used up all my spunk, I was having"dry raise"from my putz that felt like hamburger.

The women discussed my future."I think he'd make a very skillful theatre striver,"Debbie said."We could just act him into the construction Marilyn that you and Jane live in and you and Jane could induce him do all the study in your flat that can be done by a also-ran. Tomorrow we'll display you how Sheila, Nuygut and I have trained the slave we call Willess. Losers like this guy, can be controlled just by using pain and controlling their orb and their tiny loser intellect with so many orgasm that they become obedient beast. You beat the donkey with sticks and eat it carrot so long it can't imagine any former pleasance or anything else to do but to scrub your toilet and whatever else you want. Of course of study, it helps that they were losers to begin with. ”