Ballbusting buddy doesn’t let me back out of a couple of my horniest fantasies. Part 2 of 2: Sex and Fantasies Fulfilled

**Part 2 of 2: Sex and Fantasies Fulfilled**

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“Ok, where do you keep your ball crusher?” Candice asked.


“Um, it’s under the bed. In the black duffle.”


She slid off the bed in a hurry, within a few moments she popped back up holding my wooden ball crusher in her hand. The ball crusher consisted of two flat pieces of wood between which testicles are placed and well…crushed. One end of the crusher is made up of two pieces with a hole in the middle for the balls to pass through, two bolts with wingnuts hold the two pieces together. She loosened the wingnuts and slid the two pieces apart.


Not wasting anytime, she reached down and forced my balls through the opening, then carefully tightened the two pieces back together. Now my balls were successfully separated from my body, resting on top of the wood. On either side of the opening that my balls came through were two smaller holes that she slid two bolts through. These bolts allow the top plate to come down and crush the balls. With the bolts through the bottom plate she carefully aligned the top plate with the bolts, resting the top plate on top of my trapped nuts. She put on two wingnuts and began to fasten down the top plate. Slowly the top plate came down and began to compress my trapped nuts against the bottom plate.


She continued to tighten the wingnuts until the crushing force on my balls caused my breath to quicken. “Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned involuntarily. She saw this and smirked. She then tightened them down just a little more and my moan got louder, “mmmmmMMMMMMMMM.”


She went back to her bag of goodies and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped the condom and skillfully worked it down my rock hard shaft. She unzipped her mini skirt and danced it down to her ankles which she then stepped out of. She stood back and smiled at me, enjoying the sight of me, completely helpless and balls easily crushed without any further intervention.


She brought her hand down and began to rub her clit for a bit. Even over my uncontrollable moaning I could hear her wetness as she rubbed her clit in a circular fashion grinning at me hungrily. Eventually she got back onto the bed, straddled my hips and slowly let herself down onto my cock facing me. She paused for a moment there, with my fully engorged member deep inside of her, slightly surprised by my girth.


Once her body had become accustomed to its visitor she began to rock her hips. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Getting more into it, she began to bounce on it, careful not to let it slip out. The bouncing grew faster and faster, harder and harder. With every bounce on my pelvis the bed would groan and creak. Her gorgeous breasts would jostle each bounce as well, barely staying within the tight corset. Every now and then her butt would accidentally bump the top of the ball crusher as she came down, sending my pain (and pleasure) to new heights.


After no time at all she leaned back so that I penetrated her more deeply and sent down an eager hand to encircle her tingling clit pushing her pleasure over the top. A few more bounces and she threw back her head and screamed out in ecstasy. Moaning and gyrating on top of me, I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock, like a predator not wanting to let go of its meal. Her sounds as she came, her now glistening jostling breasts, the cold wooden press crushing my balls between its planks, and Candice’s tight pussy around my cock nearly pushed me to orgasm as well but something told me I shouldn’t cum too quick if I knew what was good for me.


With her first orgasm now dissipating she removed her hand from her clit and her bounces switched to a slow rocking of the hips once more. Her body was trembling and she was slow to catch her breath. She maintained her slow rocking rhythm until she had her breathing back under control. Once under control it was back to the races. The rocking got faster and faster and turned into bouncing. The bouncing got harder and harder, faster and faster until she reached orgasm once more - much faster this time. This time she didn’t even need to stimulate her clit to push her over the edge, she threw back her head and screamed out once more. “Ahhhh, Oh MY GOD!” she called out.


I smiled, thinking I at least had some minor role in her reactions. When her second orgasm finally subsided she looked spent. Sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at me, “Did you cum?”


“No, not yet. I figured I better hold off as long as I can.”


“Haha fair enough.”


“May I….may I cum mistress?” Ever wanting to remain a good boy in our little BDSM session.


“Yes, you may.”


Candice began rocking her hips for a third time. This time produced much more friction against the condom and my cock. The sensations felt more like they were for my benefit than for her trying to get herself off. She began to knead her breasts and call out sexy things like out of a porno. “Cum for me. I want your cum. Do it. Cum for me.”


She continued to rock and gyrate while at the same time I felt a hand creep behind her and periodically squeeze the two planks of the ball crusher together, renewing the crushing pain in my balls. Needless to say, it took no time at all. Before I knew it I was involuntarily moaning once more as one of the most powerful orgasms ever hit me and wrang throughout my entire body. My toes curled and every muscle in my body tightened as my crushed balls let loose their entire load all at once into the latex condom. The orgasm hardly felt like my own, it felt more like she was pulling it from me against my will. I felt so helpless but fulfilled all at the same time. It was incredible.


“Thata boy,” she praised and quit rocking. Pleased with her handiwork, she carefully dismounted my still rock hard cock and sat next to me on the bed. Candice looked herself up and down and then scanned me, admiring the results. When her eyes got down to my package she first noticed the extremely full condom, she reached out and shook my cock a couple times watching the semen slush around in awe. “Wow,” she exclaimed.


She glanced back up at my face and noticed that I was still grimacing in pain. “Oooooh, your balls. HAHAHA.” She said laughing after her epiphany. She quickly began to loosen the wingnuts on the ball crusher while still laughing to herself. “How fragile you men are.” She finished loosening the wingnuts so that they were no longer causing the wood pieces to crush my balls but not enough to remove the top piece. We sat there another moment in silence as we both regained ourselves. Finally, she broke the silence and got up to go to the bag. With a sly smirk on her face that seemed to grow wider and wider as she went on, she pulled out a roll of duct tape.


Nervously I asked her, “Uhh what’s that for?”


“You’ll see.” She deviously replied. She sat back down on the bed, next to my waist while facing me. “You’ve always wanted me to make you eat your own cum. Wellllll…..now is the perfect opportunity. Look at all this good specimen,” she teased while slushing the end of the condom around.


“Umm yeah, but that was TOTALLY just talk.” I was no longer in the mood for anything kinky.


“Oh hush, you need to have some follow through. You can’t blame that post nut clarity BS on this,” she said, mildly annoyed. “You need to watch what you say to me then.”


But she was right, it was 100% post nut clarity. I didn’t want any part of this.


“I can’t do it. I’m sorry,” I conceded.


“Oooh that’s cute,” she mocked. “Do you forget who’s in control here?” She moved her hand from my cock to the ball crusher and began to tighten the top wingnuts once more. This time the pain was amplified. Empty nuts + no horniness = massive pain.


“Ok ok ok ok ok…OK! Fine…I’ll do it.”


“Mmmmm that’s more like it, but I want you to beg me.” She knew she had me right where she wanted me and wanted to take a victory lap.


“Really?” It wasn’t enough that I had agreed to it, now she wants me to beg for it?!


Candice flashed a look that told me she was serious and tightened down the wingnuts a little more.


“Ahhh, Ok. Ok. Please……ahhhhhhh. Please mistress, may I eat my cum.”


“Much better!” she gloated. Without loosening the wingnuts at all, my balls continued to scream as she slowly pulled the spent condom off my now shrinking dick. She was very careful to make sure every drop of cum came with the condom, wringing out my dick and squeezing along the full length of the shaft as she pulled it the rest of the way off. She turned the condom over so nothing would drip out and made her way up to my mouth.


I was dreading it already. Why, oh why, did I ever tell Candice about this fantasy of mine and why do I only have it when I am horny to the max? I got myself into this mess and there was no backing out now so I went along with it.


Candice had the condom up to my chin and opened her mouth wide, mimicking what she wanted me to do. I hesitated a moment, but eventually opened up my mouth to receive the warm salty load. Without hesitating even a second she tilted the used condom into my mouth and wrung it out, tip to base, completely expelling its contents into my mouth. Once the condom had been completely emptied Candice tossed it aside.


The flavor of its warm contents began to register at the back of my tongue and a musk began to resonate in my nose when Candice lifted the roll of duct tape off the bed (which I had completely forgotten about) and carefully pulled a six inch strip from it, tearing it with her teeth. She pressed her lips together tightly, again mimicking to me what she wanted me to do. When I complied, she firmly pressed the strip of duct tape across my lips sealing the warm baby batter in my mouth completely.


“There we go babe….I want you to savor every drop.” She smiled intently at me, studying my every facial expression. Every wince, gag, chock, she drank up and joy. Clearly enjoying the show.


I grimaced and winced as the crushing pain was still ever present in my balls as I juggled the hot load in my tongue trying to weigh my options. Quickly I came to realize my best bet was to get it over with and just swallow. The sooner the better. So I did. I gulped it down as best I could. Oh how I wish I could breathe out of my mouth right about now. Being forced to breathe out of my nose caused me to taste every little nuanced flavor of the spunk. To make matters worse, in addition to the warm salty musk of my semen it had a chemical-like latex flavor to it, as well as a slight aroma of her vagina (which I quite enjoyed). Thank god we didn’t use a lubricated condom.


With the cum swallowed and my facial features returning to simply an expression of pain (from the crusher), Candice finally took pity on me (or so I thought) and began to remove the ball crusher. First she spun off the top wingnuts and removed the upper plate. She then slid out the two guide bolts and loosened the wingnuts holding the bottom plate together. Finally my balls slid back through the gap in the bottom plate and rested once more against my body.


Ahhh, finally some relief, I thought to myself as I laid there in the afterglow of a very fun but challenging session, an unpleasant flavor still lingered in my sealed up mouth with an ache in my balls. I really have to be careful what I say to Candice during peak horniness from now on as I laid back and reflected on the evening’s events.


We sat a little bit longer in silence before finally she got up and started to pack up her things. She got up from the bed and grabbed a piece of my clothing off the floor to pat her undercarriage dry before sliding her mini skirt back up. She put my ball crusher back into the bag under the bed and threw the duct tape back into her bag as well as a couple items that had spilled out during the fun. She looked around the room and zipped up her bag once she was sure she had everything.


She rejoined me at the bed, sat down next to me and smiled. “That was fun huh?” She asked, semi-rhetorically.


“mmmmhhHmmm,” I muffled, still gagged.


“I suppose you want to be let you huh?”


Another rhetorical question. “Mmmmhmmm.”


“Welllll…..there is one last fantasy of yours I wanted to fulfill……before I go.” She said with great pleasure.


My mind flashed wildly, quickly trying to rehash all of our past conversations. Oh god, what did I ask for?! Hopefully not to be left tied up all night or something? Fuck, what was it?


“Do you not remember?”


Sort of lying but also still sort of confused I shook my head ‘no’.


“Does the words ‘finish him’ ring a bell?” She asked with a giant smile.


I paused for a moment and then it struck me like a bag of bricks. Oh GOD, not the ‘Finish Him’ fantasy. For those of you unaware, the Finish Him ties back to the video game Mortal Kombat. Where in the game, once you win the match against your opponent they are stuck helplessly wavering on their feet. Essentially allowing you to do one final, lasting move against them. Sometimes it can be brutal, sometimes it's just funny. Either way, it is a knockout blow.


As it relates to ball busting, a Finish Him is very similar, where after a long ballbusting session, I remain still helpless, restrained or tied up in some way. The dominatrix then tells me “finish him,” so I know their intentions to deliver one last crushing blow but I am helpless to prevent it. They then perform a massive, forceful hit to my balls. Something past my pain threshold. Something very hard. Something to ‘remember them’ by. A knockout blow of sorts.


“We’ve tried to do it twice in the past. Do you remember?”


Sheepishly, I nodded my head yes.


“You always cum first and then when the time comes, you back out. Either you sweet talk me into doing it another time instead or you code out.” Candice related sternly. “Well today it’s time to pay the piper. That’s another reason I used the tape on you today. No more sweet talking”


I panicked and began to plead into the back of the duct tape. “mmmmHhhRRRRmmmm FRRRMMmmmm” But it did me no good.


Candice simply smiled at me and began to take my nuts into her fist once more. She expertly grabbed at the base of my balls in the same fashion she did when she used her crop on me early. She tightly made a fist at the base so that my balls were in a tight little package, with nowhere to hide - her ‘mushroom’ grip. With her other hand she brushed them lightly in a circle, exciting the skin.


“Because of its ties to Mortal Kombat, I thought I would give MY finishing move an appropriate name as well. I call this…the ‘Candy Crusher’.” She smiled and balled up her free hand in the shape of a fist. She leaned in to me and whispered, “Finish Him” and slowly raised her fist in the air. At about three feet (one meter) up she held her fist suspended in the air for what seemed like a lifetime. I wiggled and tensed and twisted all I could but it no use. My balls just stayed put resting on top of her strong grip.


Then without any further warning she dropped her raised fist down in a flash. It made perfect contact. Her two fists met perfectly together, their brutal contact cushioned solely by my delicate balls in the middle. The force was so direct and so pure that I hadn’t felt it immediately. She released my balls and I thought I was in the clear momentarily and then….it hit me.


For a moment, it was an out of body experience. The wind was knocked out of me and I floated above my body. I hovered there for a moment before crashing back down to earth with the pain lighting up my every fiber and my stomach knotted into a million knots. The pain hit me hard and didn’t let go. It was all I knew for what felt like an eternity. I gasped and choked and fought for air once the instinct of breathing returned to me.


I don’t know if it was because I had already cum, or it was because they were already sore but the pain was incredible and did not let go easily. I slowly began to correct my breathing when I felt my right hand had become free. I brought my right wrist into my chest briefly, like a self hug, and then shot my hand down to cradle my aching nuts. They were as hot as fire to the touch but they were both still there, thank god.


After a good ten minutes of reeling from the pain I finally glanced around the room. Candice had already left. Figures, haha. She probably didn’t want to be around for any of the aftermath. I stretched across my body and untied my left hand using my right. With both hands free I continued to lay there while quite some time had passed. Eventually I slid my butt down towards the foot of my bed so I could reach my ankles to untie them as well. As I reached down to untie them I could feel great soreness in my stomach. My abs felt like I had done three hours of ab workouts. Every little movement I made also caused great discomfort in my nuts. Looking down, they had turned a darker shade, almost purple and were quite swollen. Candy Crusher indeed, I joked to myself.


**Final remarks:**

My nuts were swollen for about three to four days after that and sore for another week and a half. Every little movement caused them pain. Every little pain made me think about that night. Every thought made me horny all over again.

Candice never apologized for doing it either - not that I would have expected her to. She would only ever say, “you’re welcome” or “just giving you what you wanted,” whenever it’s brought up. I am, however, much more careful and deliberate about the fantasies I tell Candice though.