Claire's Machine

by Dylan

Claire was a sweet girl, a year younger than me, about 5'6", long hair and soft-skinned. She also happened to be insanely rich!

Then you have me, a nobody who could only dream about getting a shot with Claire. But, one day I got a text from an unidentified number. It read "hey Dylan, it's Claire! Do you wanna hang out at my place? I wanna try something with you!" She included her address.

Well... This just about made me cream in my shorts on the spot! I quickly replied "yeah! I'll be there in 10 minutes!" To which she relied, "can't wait ;)"

I quickly drive to her house, knocked on the door, and Claire invited me into her home. "I have everything set up in the back room...you can take your clothes off in the bathroom first. Sound good?" My massive erection made her giggle and say "that looks like a yes! Go get undressed!"

I quickly got undressed in her bathroom, and walked to the back room she was talking about. As soon as I opened the door, Claire came up to me in just her bra and panties. "Close your eyes," she said, "you'll love this!" I closed my eyes and she led me by the hand through the room until we stopped about 30 feet in.

"Lay down on this" she said. Eyes still closed, my hand was directed to what felt like a recliner. I laid down in it, and she said "you'll be able to open your eyes in just a minute." I felt something circle around my arms and legs, and got a bit worried.

"Okay Dylan, open them!" Claire said as another bar circled my torso. "This machine is currently the best testicular torture machine on the market! And I'm going to test it out on you!"

Something probed my junk, separated my balls, and clamped down on them just enough to have a grip. I squirmed a bit, but then the slight ache from the clamp made me stop.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked her.

"I'm testing it on you, and I plan to use it on a few of the douchebags at school." (She was a high-school senior) "I'll simply lure them here like I just lured you, and get them into this contraption. Then I make them promise to do whatever I want or pay the price."

I dared not ask what the price was, but she kinda read my mind.

"What is the price, you ask?" she said. "Well, you're about to find out!" She pushed a button and the machine clamped down on my balls at a frightening pressure. I started screaming in agony and Claire just laughed at me. "Aww..." she said, "my machine is too much for your little balls?" She laughed again as waves of horrible ball pain shot through my body. Eventually, she pushed another button that made the clamps let up. I started sobbing quietly and Claire clapped happily. "This is great!" She said.

"Claire...please..." I managed to spit out, "let me go! It hurts so bad! I just wanna die when you do that to me!"

"Oh, you mean when I do this?" She said as she hit another button. The clamps tightened again and I screamed bloody murder. My nuts were on fire, and there was nothing I could do to make it stop! All I could do was sit there and endure whatever she did to me. I was completely at her mercy. Or the lack thereof. Claire turned the machine off again and I kept blubbering like a whiny child.

"I'll let you go on one condition," she said, "I'm going to strap this little contraption onto your junk, just as a little insurance package. Pardon the pun. I want to test this thing out, plus I don't want you blabbing your mouth off to anybody about my little machine. Got it?"

I nodded my head 'yes,' still sobbing from the unbearable ache in my balls. Claire released me from the machine, but promptly snapped a little metal gadget onto my junk. She pulled out her iPhone, pressed a few buttons, and the pain shot up my abdomen again. I dropped to the ground, and the pressure stopped.

"Just had to make sure it works. And for your information, I really don't care how much pain I put you in. I could pop your worthless testicles with this little thing and think nothing of it!" Wow...I was terrified! This sweet girl had just completely dominated me, and didn't care at all if she castrated me! For some reason, I couldn't help but be just a little bit turned on...

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The next week, (I'd been laying around at home to recover) I decided to drive by Claire's house again, just to see what she was up to, and hope for maybe a soft squeeze to my balls. I parked on the side of the curb, turned my car off, and son of a bitch if the gadget didn't start squeezing the life out of my balls. I was floored in my own car, screaming in agony. After about 20 seconds of unbearable torment, the pressure stopped. I looked over to the house and saw Claire looking out a window smiling mischievously at me. I started my car and started to drive away when the pain returned again, worse than anything Claire had ever done to me before! I lost control of my car, and it drove up onto the neighbors lawn where I managed to fight through the pain and hit the brake.

Claire walked out of her house and shouted "don't try to run away from me again. This thing has a nice long range." The pressure stopped and she dragged me out of my car. "You have five minutes to get into my house. I have a little surprise for you."

The last thing I needed was another surprise from Claire. What if she was planning to pop my balls? To take my means of being a father away from me? All just for her mere entertainment? I didn't want to go in, but at this point I knew I had no choice.

I walked in to the house and Claire led me to a guest bedroom. She sat me down on the bed and started stripping me. Once I was completely naked in front of her, she pressed a button on her iPhone and the device released itself completely from my balls. 

Freedom! I started to get up from the bed, but she pushed me back down gently and began stripping herself.

"This is part of the surprise!" Claire whispered to me as she got into the bed with me. She pulled the covers over us and hit a couple buttons on her iPhone to shut the lights off and close the curtains. After all, we didn't need to see. She grabbed my dick softly and directed it into her amazing pussy. The minutes that followed turned out to be the best sex of my life! I'd never had such an explosive orgasm! 

Immediately after I came, Claire reached down and squeezed my balls with all her girly might. "Now," she said, "you're going to come back into that other room again. Your balls will be more subject to pain in the time after you cum."

Claire led me to the room with the machine and locked me into it. "He's locked in!" She shouted. A sound came from the corner of the room. Oh my God... it was Natalie. The room was dark, but I could tell it was her by her medium-length blonde hair, her amazing blue eyes, and her 5'2" slim figure.

"So," Natalie said "I guess I get to play with your balls again. Too bad for you!" She pressed the button and the clamps came down on my precious fruits. What followed was the worst ball pain I'd ever experienced in my life! I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but soon I could barely make noise come out of my mouth. I looked into Natalie's beautiful eyes, begging for mercy, but she just smiled mischievously as I spiraled down into unconsciousness.

I woke up in the guest bed again, balls still aching like a bitch. Wait... I felt something else on the bed. I looked to the other side of the bed and found Natalie there, wide awake and looking at me. She was naked, as was I.

"Hey Dylan," she said, "you've been passed out for hours. It's almost 11:00! Do you want to... maybe... I don't know... have some fun?" She started stroking my dick, making it spring into action within seconds. She looked at me with her pretty blue eyes, and said "you know what to do!" I grabbed her hips and thrusted my dick into her pussy, which resulted in a feeling of ecstasy! "Harder!" She shouted, and I went harder than I ever had in my life! I exploded all over her pussy, and she grabbed me by the balls. "Glad you're enjoying yourself," she said, "now I need you to help me cum. Don't worry, I'll be nice!" She squeezed a little more, and I moaned in complete agony. But then he surprised me when she went down to my crotch with her face. Was she going to give me a blowjob? She started locking my dick, but soon concentrated on my balls. She took one in her mouth and positioned it between her teeth. "Don't worry, I won't try to pop it!" She said before she clamped her teeth on my helpless testicle. Rubbing herself sensually, she moaned in pleasure as she dealt out punishment on my right ball. 

About ten seconds later, her pussy flooded with cum and she shook in orgasm. Her teeth clamped down uncontrollably, and I screamed in agony. I think she may have ruptured it. She let up, and began apologizing for hurting me so badly. 

I just laid there and moaned in pain. "It's alright I guess," I replied, but inside I wasn't sure if it was alright. "You know," she said, "I kinda want to be more than friends." She began kissing me gently, and I realized everything will be alright...