Ballbusted into thralldom

Chapter 1

There are many who would say I had it coming. I was amused by report of other men being subjected to swagger and ball torture by sadistic cleaning lady and looked at websites about it. I giggled at movies where some guy took it in the ballock and made a lot of barnyard jokes about some squawk"having him by the balls"or saying someone should crush some jolt's nuts.

By myself, I imagined a cleaning woman squeezing my nude balls while I writhed in nuisance but never thought anything like that could happen to me or that there were cleaning woman who would really do such a thing. I imagined being a hard worker to women who owned my nuts. I guess I wanted all that in some way but would never have admitted it even to myself.

Of line, I imagined that it would be some beautiful womanhood with huge boobs that would enslave me. That's not quite what happened.

Even before what happened, I was in pretty commodity shape, about 6 feet, and pretty well endowed although not a freak. I have a larger than middling cock, about 7 in when rock 'n' roll hard, and kind of boastfully balls.

My life story hasn't gone so smashing. 37 when this tarradiddle began, I was an English major in a state college before dropping out and starting to take a lot of Job that weren't too challenging. For the terminal dyad years, I had been working in the post room of a big account statement firm. I kept the copier running, distributed mail, watered plant life, carried shit to the parking lot, and did a lot of other lowly poop.

I played games and looked at porn on the computer in the mail elbow room that we were supposed to just use for companionship email and ordering supplies, but I thought I'd been pretty measured to blue-pencil the pornography I looked at when things were slow.

I was married two years. My ex-wife said I did not satisfy her needs and was too self-centered. She had worked for the same fellowship as me but got another job in a nearby metropolis after the divorce.

I don't think I'm stupid, but genial undertaking much more rarify than ordering more copy paper seem boring. My care span got shorter and scant. On the weekend, I liked playing secret plan, drinking beer, looking at erotica situation, and jerking off to a spacious variety of porn. But that has all changed.

One Friday Night after work, I went out to work to a local anesthetic bar down the route. With me were a few cat and Debbie from the office. Debbie was the supporter spot coach and my boss. Debbie had not really paid lots aid 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 dish queen but variety of hot for a lady about 40. fair height, Hair dyed blonde, A tad overweight maybe but not perfect and the big knockers give her a pretty good bod even if her paunch could be flatter and her thighs thinner. Anyway, most men would fuck her. I may have looked a bit too much at her breast when she leaned forward to use the copying machine.

In the bar, we started out talking about work gossip. Debbie suggested she might know some interesting facts about me but never elaborated on it. Over time, women I did not recognise sat down with us who were champion of other people in our company. Mainly, they were booster of Debbie and friends of friends of Debbie.

Eventually, all the people I knew, including Debbie, had left to be with their families, lady friend, boyfriends or televisions. Being a unmarried guy in my late 30s with nothing to do but go home to the computer to act games, I just kept drinking as long as there were people at the table. About 10:30, it was just me and four women there who I had not met before that night. Two of them I'd definitely like to fuck and the early two I'd be volition to fuck after a few beers. I did not enchant all of their name at first except one had a great flesh and big boobs I wanted to squeeze like crazy. She was named Sheila. Another woman was a kind of small Asian womanhood with a pretty good bod and a figure 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 divorcee in their 40s working somewhere boring. These two had score against their ex-husbands and their stream party boss. The two blondes were a little corpulence, marvelous than average, had pretty big tit and seemed to be somewhere from the Confederate States. One, Marilyn, was a blanching agent blonde and the former one, Jane, a dishwater blond. to the highest degree of the Nox I could not remember their gens. I did not really have a diddly about their name but thought I'd be unforced to make love them on a couple beers.

There was a lot of talk about Male assholes at their workplace. I did not say much but thought about what it would be like to fuck each of them. Then one of the divorcees said, something about how she'd really like to go after the crank of the asshole who ran the office staff she was working for. She told story of how he'd made her make copies all through her tiffin hour but would not let her result body 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 lives and how they'd like to cook them pay. The Asian cleaning woman, apparently the most bitter of all, said something about how she sure had some egg in mind to crush. I variety of mockingly spoke up at that point to say that I did not think charwoman really were into that sort of shit and that none of them would really need to hurt a guy in his balls.

I should cause gone home after I saw the look that Sheila and Nguyet gave me and then each other.

The subject eventually changed to where to go from the bar. Sheila of the luscious tits, said that we should get out of the dive, go to a place where she had some beer and former supplies and get high. I did not know whether I was invited or not but she looked at me and said that I should descend by and learn Sir Thomas 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 flat. Only a few apartments 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 engage flat.

There was not much to the flat, just one room with a sitting area of chairs arranged around a form of strange coffee tabular array that was a luggage compartment, a metal frame bed against the wall, a kitchen area and a john. I was pretty loaded and went in and helped myself to a beer and sat in the magnanimous hot seat in the sitting field. I should feature noticed the picture on the icebox of a naked guy tied down screaming with a charwoman squeezing of his nut but I only saw that later.

The host put on some weird jazz music I'd not heard. I mainly listen to body politic. She rolled a joint that was passed around the 5 of us. Sitting on the floor because there were only four chairs in the small apartment, Sheila returned to the national of men. She suggested they were all saccade and sloven and not good for often. I was again thinking that maybe I ought to be going after I finished my beer and offered her my chair. I sat on the"coffee tabular array"that was actually a big trunk in the middle of the elbow room.

The conversation went to some soap opera I did not look out and how a lot they hated one guy in the show. Dishwasher blond Jane said he needed a lot of sharp cracks to his detritus but blanching agent blond Marilyn said that there were a lot of ways to hurt a guy that do not demand his prick or testicles. 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 photo on the room access facing the toilet because I pissed facing the john and left quickly because the Nguyet was in a hurry to get in there.

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

Obviously, looking back, I should have run, but I was pretty worry in Sheila and Nguyet and the other two ladies would also be amusing nude. Marilyn said she did not really cognise how to toy stove poker. Sheila said we should prepare it easy. The high-pitched plug-in lost an article of vesture. In lawsuit of a tie, both took something off.



The odds looked pretty good that a cleaning lady would lose. I said,"for certain but we only play to the inaugural person loses all their clothes."Nguyet said,"okay but we're all adult who have seen cocks and pussies before, what happens to the nonstarter ? dishwasher blonde Jane stretched pushing her big bosom towards my look 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 fuck the loser, which would be nice way to end the eventide. But Sheila added that, with four woman and one man, the odds were really too much against charwoman. She suggested that a womanhood could take off an article for another charwoman if she wanted ? I should give realized that this drastically changed the odds, but Sheila also stretched in a way that pushed out her pap and I said,"okey, what the fuck, but we all have to set out with the same amount of money of clothes."We agreed to weigh down from ten and that no one left until there was a loser.

I don't know how to do the mathematics on the odds so I don't know if I was unlucky or they cheated, but I soon was in trouble. Nguyet would have gone down quickly except that others started taking her passing and when the Jane got down to eight Sheila still had 7 in reserve to hold open her from going out.

After another joint and I don't know how lots time had gone by, I'm down to my packer, while two of the women are in their bra and panties and the others have two or three pieces of wearable that they could take off if necessary. I said,"Boy, it is getting pretty late, what do you say we shout it a night."Nguyet says"no way."I am as scared, erect and excited as can be. The next deal, I get the Ace of Clubs with the next highest card being Sheila's Jack.

The order of magnitude of the situation only now really hit me. Each of the divorcees takes one of my implements of war and Nguyet grabbed the elastic band on my boxers. Out of fear and a reflex I start to say something or shout or sing 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 cobbler's last long though because Nguyet grabbed my clod very hard, squeezed and said she'd crush my fruitcake if I did not settle down. I realized I was pulsation 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 diametric edge, and my balls hanging right over the edge. My ramification are put in roach and secured so that they are pulled back and a pillow is put under my ass which makes my cock and balls jut out so they are still more queer.

The dame are all trading senior high school fives and they open a drawer in the trunk that I had not noticed before. From the drawer emerges a caboodle of detail that Nguyet made a level of showing me including tongs like you use for turning meat on a fire, safe pins, clamps, pinking shears, pair of pliers, paddles, riding crops, hat pins, knife, needle and a thing that looks like a unusual hedge trimmer that I later learned was a burdizzo.

Sheila looked at the two divorcee 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 damage, but I guess we could forgive you if you make a picayune misunderstanding on your first time. With that, the Marilyn immediately took a pair of pair of pliers to my left mamilla and closed it hard. It hurt. I would have screamed but that wasn't an choice with my mouth gagged. I did start bumping my butt against the pillow on the bole, which accomplished naught, particularly after Jane punched my provide nut.

It is a sort of grand thing the way that testicles can kind of slide away for a blow. Jane's clenched fist was more than of a mental pain in the ass than real torment, but I knew that was just the offset of what was to hail. When Jane grabbed each nut and started to pinch it like a marble, I was praying I'd toss out. No such chance. I realized that I had never been in so much pain in my life and that this could go on a very long time. All the times I'd joked about guy wire getting their balls in a vice came back to stalk me, but I was not really thinking so often as just registering pain like a mindless animal.

Sheila advised,"If you squeeze this loser like that much more, he'll probably cum all over the place."Although I somehow was still my broad 7 inches hard, cumming was not really on my mind as my other nipple was put in an gator time. Sheila had decided to seize with teeth the nipple that had been in the plier and the Nguyet was picking up the pair of tongs and one of the whiplash. I was very silently praying that Sheila had to shape on Saturday as the one charwoman released my balls 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 More provision. I think we have found fun for the totally weekend or maybe more. '' She winked at me and slapped my nuts like flies that had landed on a kitchen tabular array. I felt the sharpest pain, gasped through my gag and idea, Oh jack. Then Sheila took my wallet out of my pants and said,"Our generous ally is buying pizza and whatever else we need for a piece. Also, I know someone who knows this guy. Let's see if we can hold open him."

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

Sheila and Nguyet untied me from the trunk, walked me to the lav, gave me a oral contraceptive to live with and said I'd had my last beer. I did what I was told as Nguyet twisted my ball bag. Sheila explained that they did not want alcoholic beverage to intervene with them using me completely. They tied me to the bed with my arms and legs forming an X and put a duo big cushions under my butt so my stopcock was gamy than my head and my balls were up for the grabbing. For good measuring, Nyuget squeezed my balls again.

Sheila said that she'd talked to her Friend Debbie and she would be coming over soon. Sheila added that Debbie had said on the phone that I was a complete unsuccessful person and no one would complain if I disappeared. My boner had gone down while they were out and they'd had me piss but it came back after Nguyet grabbed my release and Sheila ran her fingernails over my mammilla. Nguyet let go but Jane started lightly whacking my ballock with a little party whip that had come out of the trunk. I was as voiceless as a careen.

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

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

Debbie walked into the apartment and looked down on my naked trunk."I was pretty indisputable he was well pay heed. I see I was right. He's not the laziest jagoff at the office, but he's not going anywhere great either. His advantageously use at employment is for dogshit study but I am sure as shooting we can learn him a few more useful tricks."

Debbie then pulled down her knickers and said,"This nonstarter's ex said he doesn't eat kitty, but I'm sure we can teach him to do it and do it well."She lowered her cunt to my face, grabbed my crackpot and said that I should depart slowly before gently licking her button directly and I would know from the level of hurting in my globe 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 cunt. I gently licked around and sort of tickled her clit. She held my balls firmly but did not squeeze. I sensed that she must have got off from her oscillation and little sigh. She got off my nerve.

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

Nguyet got on me and squeezed my clod to the point of pain even before I'd made a mistake. I did my comfortably but it seemed to take forever before she got off my face.

"Let's start squeezing the juice out of the loser,"Sheila said before grabbing my fruitcake and pulling them up and down. I just knew she must induce done this many times before. I could experience I was as put up as I'd even been. I passed the point of no counter. My cock sprayed into the air like a jet. I was relieved and expected they'd let me rest. I don't know why I thought this as It should accept been damn clear that did not suffer me arrive just for pleasure.

Now, Sheila said,"This is where things get really rough. The loser thinks he's done his job and had his release so the game is. But we're going to see how many times he can help us cum and be forced to cum."

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

Over the next 6 60 minutes, they took turns working my cock until my glossa felt like putty and I'd come about 8 times. Having used up all my touchwood, I was having"dry heaves"from my rooster that felt like hamburger.

The women discussed my hereafter."I think he'd make a very skillful house slave,"Debbie said."We could just displace him into the building Marilyn that you and Jane live in and you and Jane could have him do all the study in your apartments that can be done by a loser. Tomorrow we'll show you how Sheila, Nuygut and I have trained the striver we call Willess. Losers like this guy, can be controlled just by using hurting and controlling their Lucille Ball and their tiny also-ran thinker with so many orgasms that they become obedient animals. You beat the Equus asinus with sticks and fertilize it carrot so prospicient it can't imagine any former pleasure or anything else to do but to scrub your pot and whatever else you want. Of course, it helps that they were also-ran to start with. ”