This Is Why I Like Men & Sonny Gets More Than He Bargained For

This Is Why I Like Men, by nutcracker sweet

Although boots are much more intimidating to the man I prefer to kick balls with my bare feet so that I can feel my guy's testicles squishing on my foot when it connects with his bound balls. When I slam your nuts it is a sexual turn-on for me! My juices really get flowing when I'm controlling you through your little "love fruits"!

You know what? I picture you on your knees, naked with a raging hard-on and your nuts screwed up tight, leaning backwards with your wrists duct-taped to your ankles so that your balls are hanging right out in the open. Me, wearing only a pair of panties (cotton, to better absorb all the wetness that is going to start gushing) and a bandana around my forehead because I intend to work up a sweat.

I squat down, capture your eyes with my own "baby-blues" and slowly start to crawl towards you, like a predatory cat slinking in for the kill. Once face-to-face, I stare into your eyes and whisper for you to remain silent. Then I slowly lower my raven-haired head until I take just the head of your dick into my mouth, while one hand starts to knead your tight scrotum. When I swirl my tongue around the glans of your penis you moan in pleasure, but when I tighten my grip on your nuts you moan in pain and when I roll your nuts against each other you groan loudly in pain! I drop your loose ball-bag, spit out your dribbling dick, stand up, draw my bare foot back and deliver a solid kick to your balls!

You scream! Your eyes rolling around in pain and fear as I strut around you giving you about a minute to recover and then... BOOM! Another explosion of pain as I kick your nuts again! Now you are retching and gasping for breath like a fish out of water. See, with you trussed up like the Christmas turkey I'm free to kick your balls at my leisure and as often as I like and there is nothing that you can do but flop around, crying, screaming and begging for mercy.

Mercy? HAH! You're the one who asked for this; now take it like a man! Because only a man can suffer this particular agony. I have one small hand down the front of my panties, diddling myself while watching you thrash around on the floor. I laugh when you flop onto your belly in the pathetic attempt to cover your nuts with your body. I flip you over onto your back so that I can kick your balls again as punishment for trying to defy me.

I order you to your knees. You must struggle to get upright onto your knees. I peel off my panties and slap you in your face with my soppin' wet underwear.

"Now you are going to mount me and fuck me hard and if you can't make me cum, well..." I tap your swollen balls with my toes. I get on my hands and knees in front of you and giggle as you struggle into position. Knowing that you are suffering great pain, fear and humiliation makes me hot, hot, hot!

Once you find the right hole, I reach back between my legs and grab your balls, yanking on them to control the depth and rhythm of your thrusts until I cum in waves.

I collapse with you still in me. I push you off of me and retrieve a knife from the nightstand, squat down, grab you around the neck of your nuts with one hand as I tell you, "I'm going to go use the bathroom now, when I come out you had best be gone!" With that I punch your balls, cut the duct-tape loose and disappear behind the door to the bathroom.

Sonny Gets More Than He Bargained For

by nutcracker sweet

Here's a little something to help you take your mind off of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

It has been so long that I've shared any real life ballbusting experiences with y'all, but here goes. (I can feel my face flush just thinking about what I'm about to tell y'all.)

Always one to test the limits of a man's endurance and threshold for pain in the pursuit of finding that metaphysical plain where pain and pleasure dwell together in orgiastic bliss and being horny as usual, I ravished Sonny the other day. And while on top of him, riding him with the wanton abandon of a drunken barrel racer, I had him spread his legs just a wee bit. I was able tell by the feel of his testicles and other body language that he was on the verge of ejaculating so I raised up and slammed a knee into his balls!

My timing must have been impeccable because when I did, his whole body convulsed, shuddered, his knees trembled, he bucked, yelped and his testicles spewed forth his manly juices with some force - and quite copiously too! His throbbing cock pulsed like it had a life of its own and Sonny laughed giddily - when he wasn't gasping for air or crying my name! I sat alongside him, wide-eyed and stroking his cock while he enjoyed what he claimed was the most intense orgasm of his life!

He was like a man possessed!

He claimed that we had finally found that perfect combination of pleasure and pain and that even though his balls were sore, the intensity of the orgasm was well worth it. He wanted to revisit that place where the wall between agony and ecstasy was torn down.

Hesitant at first (yeah, right), I finally relented and we hopped into the sack for some more dirty lovin'.

With his legs spread and electricity in his eyes he had me mount him again and ride him to the brink of another explosive orgasm, when he cried out for me to slam his nuts again. So I did, grinding his nuts between my knee and his body!

Only this time there was no pleasure, just pain! The intense, crippling, gut wrenching pain that a man knows when his most sensitive orbs have been brutalized!

So... I reckon timing IS everything!

I must admit that I did relish seeing him suffer, curled into a ball and clutching himself. It's that power that turns me on! YUM!

There it is (I blush), pretty low-key compared to our fantasies but it is the real deal.

Later gator,