Testicle speedbag

Tags: fiction, consensual, ball boxing, F2M busting, nude woman, description of pain, male author, male perspective, attempt at realism

About 1700 words; 7 minutes of reading

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Smack! Thud.

"Fuck!"

My balls rocked off her knuckles and slammed against the thin sheet of wood separating us. I'm regretting agreeing to this already.

That first hit was *supposed* to be lighter. We had agreed to start off easy and slowly ramp things up, but apparently she had different plans. This felt like, what I had imagined was as hard as she could hit. I was wrong about that, but this was the first time we had done this, so what did I know.

Waves of pain ran through me, causing me to lose my train of thought. What was the safety word we had agreed to? I didn't want to use it, but that first hit shook me to my core, and this isn't what we had talked about. All I could muster was non-word vocalizations.

I heard a small chuckle from below me but it was a bit muffled, like she wanted to bust out laughing, but felt she shouldn't. Like she knew it would be inappropriate to take so much joy in what she was doing.

Smack! Thud.

Another hit I wasn't ready for, and another moan escaped without conscious thought.

"God damn!"

"Ouch! That sounds painful!" Annie said. She sounded pleased with herself. "I didn't expect them to make so much noise."

I'd say that I don't know why I agreed to this, but I'd be lying. I agreed because I wanted this. Annie and I shared this fetish. We had talked about indulging each other before, but had never actually acted. That, and Annie is hot. Really hot. Among the top Only fans earners, with an athletic build, perky breasts, and an ass that says, "yeah, I squat," she deserves every subscriber. I jumped at this opportunity as soon as she suggested it.

Smack! Thud. Smack! Thud.

Pain ringing out, pulsing throughout my body; overwhelming my senses. The odd, dull-yet-sharp pain in my balls was the only thing I could think about. Before I could even register what was happening, I had received five devastating, rapid-fire punches to my fully exposed testicles. Maybe it was only four hits, but who's counting? I really need to remember that safety word.

Smack! Thud.

Another stiffled chuckle. At least five now.

This whole venture started because Annie earned a new sponsor, and they wanted her to demo a new device - this contraption I am in now- at an upcoming sex convention. They call it their ballbusting speed bag table, and it allows a dom to use a mans testicles, as the name implies, in place of a punching bag. Oddly enough, it's designed to be very comfortable and raises and lowers to accommodate women of different heights. In order to demo this device, Annie needs a man to volunteer to be in this thing all weekend, for a three day convention. That's where I come in.

Despite the pain assaulting my cognition, my cock was throbbing, rock hard. It always blows my mind how this fetish allows me to stay erect despite the pain. The table's design had a rubber gasket that held my testicles tightly in place, a belt to keep my natural reflexes from pulling myself out, and luckily, a channel carved out to house my now-erect penis.

Penis. "Peanuts!!"

I finally managed to remember the safety word and blurted it out.

Smack! No thud.

All I could manage was a whimper, as I felt two hands clap together on either side of my scrotum, smashing my already-tender balls together, leaving nowhere for them to escape. She must have been mid-swing by the time I started squeaking out the safety word. At least that's what I told myself. My walnut-sized balls took up the sensory-space of bowling balls; the pain emanating from them was not contained by their actual physical space.

A moment later, Annie poked her head over the edge of the table -- this demo table we received is really rudimentary; not like the one we will be using at the show. Where the actual table will have me completely walled-off, this table has me in the open and able to see out.

Annie gave a cute smile, and a quick apology.

"Sorry about that last one, I didn't register what you said until it was too late. How are you? Too hard?"

"I'm ok. It's just a lot harder, more painful than I'd expected. I thought we were going to go easy at first?" I asked.

I was hoping she would address her change of plans. Neither of us had ever done this before, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Testicle pain is weird. It's so intense that it's easy to always assume permanent damage is being done. Through time, and practice we can learn they're not as fragile as they feel. That's the trick with this. I either need to not care, or learn exactly how much they can handle before they rupture.

Instead of answering my question, Annie stepped back away from the table, revealing her bare breasts. Annie is an exhibitionist, and loves exposing herself. It's another thing I love about her, and why she got into online sex work.

A perfect set of breasts won't make the pain stop throbbing through my groin, but it sure makes me happier about it. My dick pulsed, reminding me how turned on I was from the whole situation.

"I can put my clothes back on, if you want to be done."

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