Gloryhole Doesn't Go As Expected 2 - Another trip to the Bondage Barn. [Femdom] [Fm] [CNC] [Ballbusting] [Bondage] [CBT] [Chastity] [Milking]

Roughly nine months had gone by since I had originally visited Trixie and her glory hole at the Bondage Barn just outside of city limits on that fateful business trip.  Not a day had gone by where I hadn’t thought about it at least to some degree.  The fact is, the whole experience haunted me.  I had never experienced such sweet agonizing pain nor an orgasm nearly as strong as I had that day.  The fear of the unknown, the pain, the pleasure, it was excruciating in the best of ways looking back.  Ever since then, I have been trying to reach that “high” again, but to no avail.



I had never been into pain at all before that visit, and I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t into it now, but it’s hard to argue with the results.  I did a fair share of research over the passing months trying to make some sense of it all.  I came across search terms like ‘ballbusting’, ‘cbt’, ‘femdom’, ‘testicle torture’, etc.  I found the material to be exhilarating at times but porn was no substitute for the real thing.  



I tried to do a little light ballbusting with casual (and professional i.e. prostitutes) encounters both in my area and on business trips, but telling the women what I wanted didn’t have nearly the same effect.  It might as well have been me slapping my own testicles.  Not only that, but my balls are very sensitive, and I found myself stopping them before too much pain was doled out (despite deep down craving more).



The time had eventually come when enough was enough, I was ready to make a return visit to see Trixie.  So when a visit to the crappy city with no name came up in the weekly roundtable with management and my fellow install/repair techs, I was the first to volunteer to go.  The work was only set to take place Tuesday through Thursday but I made sure to book the whole week.



Sunday night.  I touch down in ‘crappy city’, get my rental, check into the hotel and I am in my room, laying on my bed, wide awake.  I could not be any more nervous and excited.  So many questions running through my mind.  What if the place is closed?  What if they got rid of the glory hole?  What if Trixie doesn’t work there anymore?  What if she doesn’t do that kind of thing anymore?  The more questions I had, the more I realized that I hadn’t really thought any of this through.  Had I made a giant mistake?  Was it foolish to try and recreate the magic of the first visit?  Do I actually want the pain I am about to sign up for?  The excitement slowly turned to dread and doubt.  Finally, I told myself whatever happens tomorrow, happens.  I drank a couple shooters from the minibar and drifted into an anxious sleep.



The morning light came and began to peek through the crack in the room’s blackout curtains and shine a warm stripe across my arm.  9am, I must have slept in.  I wipe the sleep from my eyes and take a long and thorough shower, the kind you take before a date when you know you are going to get lucky.  I trimmed my pubic hair, shaved my balls, you know the kind of shower.  I shut off the water and towel off.  Nervously, I walk over to the nightstand where my phone is still on the charger.  I pickup my phone and open the web browser, sure enough, the hours for Bondage Barn was my last viewed page and it comes right up.

  

*11am - 8pm Monday -Thursday.* 

*10am - 9pm Friday - Saturday.*  

*Closed Sundays.*  



Same hours as the last time I checked.  (I didn’t really need to check the hours but the nervousness got the better of me)  



I got dressed and caught the tail end of the hotel’s breakfast service.  I went back to my room and dicked around on my phone until the time had finally come, 11:02.  I tucked my phone into my pants, went downstairs and hopped in the rental.  I navigated to Bondage Barn and rolled into the parking lot around 11:23 (didn’t want to seem too desperate).  A mixture of joy, nervousness, and excitement washed over me as I found a spot to park.  At the back of the lot was a white Toyota….Trixie’s Toyota.  SHE WAS HERE!!! She still works here!!  I was so excited because this may actually happen but at the same time a case of the nerves began to wash over me.  I’ve already come this far, now I have to follow through.  No backing out now.  



My heart started to pump and my pants began to tighten. Crap, not yet boy, not yet.  We still have to walk in there, I don’t need you poking out.  I reached down into my pants and tucked my cock up into my waistband. I looked out my car door and saw a newer black sedan parked in the front row with me as well.  Crap, I am not alone.  Looks like another customer.  Oh well, I will just have to wait them out.  After all, she cannot close the store to be at the glory hole if there are other customers.  



I listened to a couple songs on the radio but the customers didn’t leave.  Curiosity and impatience got the better of me, I decided I could wait outside no longer.  I had to at least see Trixie and get a lay of the land.  I got out of my car, my initial erection had deflated but I left my now flaccid penis tucked into my waistband as a precaution.  I enter the store and hear the same **DIIING DOOOONG** as the one that now haunted my dreams.  My eyes dart to the left, hoping to gaze upon my goddess Trixie but the counter was empty.  



Slightly disappointed, I scan the shelves of the store.  Near the middle I see two college-aged (and very attractive) young women in the female toys aisle, giggling to themselves.  On an adjacent aisle, a beautiful (yet familiar) dirty blonde head pokes up over the shelves, like a prairie dog peeking up out of her hole, and says to me in a flat tone, “Welcome to Bondage Barn.  Let me know if you need help finding anything.  I am Trixie.” 



A lump forms in my throat, and I quickly try to swallow it down.  It was her, it was really her. “Uh, uh, thank you,” I stammer.  Trixie nods at me but hesitates a moment.  She stares at me for longer than a comfortable amount of time - working something out in her head, I then see a glimmer of recognition in her eye which triggers a giant smile that she fails to conceal.  She sinks back down behind the shelves and resumes her duties stocking the shelves.  



My heart is once again pounding but my cock stays soft for now.  That’s good at least.  I decide to bide my time while the customers are still present.  I walk around the store and linger a moment at the cock and ball toys.  I figure while I am here I may find a fun toy or two for some self play.  You never know.  I see a large wooden humbler.  I’ve seen one or two of those used in the porn videos I had watched recently.  There were also all sorts of silicon cock and ball stretchers and separators with all sorts of clever names, ‘Spartacus’, Bull Balls’, ‘The Stud’, etc.  Some would maybe be fun to try some time, I’ve never really put my manhood in anything like that. 



My thought process was disrupted by the two women now sword fighting with two of the larger floppy dildoes two aisles over.  



“On guard,” one called out.  



“Hazzzaaa,” the other retorted.



Back and forth they went for a few slashes before one poked the other in the chest.  “Got you!”  To which they both reared their heads back and laughed. They returned the dildoes to the shelf and resumed their browsing.  Trixie hadn’t moved far from the pair and had peaked up to view the commotion.  After a quick eye roll, she sunk back down and continued working. 



After what seemed like an eternity the women finally settled on a dildo.  It was purple and shaped like a curved ‘Y’, in a box with a little rabbit on the front.  They began walking up front to the counter with it when Trixie popped up again and asked, “Are you two ready to checkout?”



“Yup,” the girl holding the box replied.



All three women arrived at the counter and Trixie processed the sale.  The women told Trixie that they were buying it for a girlfriend’s bachelorette party.  Trixie smiled and made with pleasantries but you could tell that she had heard that bit about 100 times before.  She bagged up their purchase in a simple brown paper bag, put the receipt in the bag and handed the bag to the woman who had paid.  Trixie thanked them for their business and the two women made their way out the door.  After another **DIIING DOOOONG**, I shuttered to myself.  We were now all alone.



I returned my focus to the male sex toys in front of me but it was no use.  I couldn’t focus now that there was nothing in the way of me approaching Trixie about a second romp in the glory hole.  I slowly made my way up to the front counter where Trixie remained after the sale.  I got within ten feet of the counter when Trixie looked up from her paperwork and flashed me a knowing grin, “Well hello there stranger.  And what might I be able to do for you?”



“Ha,” I laughed nervously.  “I was a……wondering.  I was wondering….if…..a…”  Yes?, she asked with her eyes.  Knowing full well what I was going to ask but wanted me to explicitly say it.  She wasn’t going to help me out.  She loved seeing me flustered and every little bit of distress it was causing me.  “I was wondering if you still have that……uhhh…:”  I paused.  “Glory hole,” I said softly.



She chuckled to herself, not knowing if I was ever going to choke the words out.  “Why yes, yes we do,” she said, her grin widening further.  “Are you interested?  I think we have a little time here.”  She said looking around the store carefully.



“Ahhh.” I thought a moment more.  Do I really want to do this?  Yes, yes I do.  Fuck it.  “Yes,” I said meekly, my face turning bright red.



“What was that?  Not sure I heard you,” she teased.



“Yes, yes please,” I responded with a bit more confidence.



“All right then.  You know the drill.  Head back and make yourself comfortable.  I will lock up and see you back there.”  She got up from the counter and walked towards the door.  



She was even more stunning than I remembered and the confidence she carried pushed it over the top for me.  On a normal street if you saw her, in normal attire, you would probably rate her a six or a seven out of ten, but with her punk clothes, cocky/sexy attitude (and her…ahem……abilities), she was easily an 11.  She had on clunky, black go-go boots, black tights, torn pink denim shorts and a black lace corset with ample breasts barely contained within.  She still had the nose piercing from before - a stud through the side of her nostril and her dark dirty blonde hair that went down just past her shoulders.  She no longer had her dark rimmed glasses however, likely wearing contacts or had lasik done.  She also looked like she had slimmed down a little bit although she was still not skinny, but just a touch more than average build.  It looked good on her.  



I quickly turned and headed back to the hallway harboring the infamous glory hole rooms.  I was nervous and shaky. My legs wobbled a bit but I found my footing and made my way back as best I could.  I went down the short hallway at the back of the store and found the two rooms were largely unchanged from my last visit.  The left room had the word DICKS (and RECEIVER in small letters) spelled out in cuttings and scraps with the pictures of various euphemisms for penises adorning it (cocks, dicks, shafts, schlong, etc) and the right had MYSTERY (and GIVER) with various pictures of women and other funny clips (mouths, lips, tongues, dragons, my little pony, etc).



I opened the door to the left and the low, motion-activated light came on, showing me the way.  I closed the door behind me and stripped down to my socks and undershirt.  For some reason I felt that if I were completely naked it would make me feel too vulnerable.  There I waited for a couple minutes until I heard the squeak of the other door open and shut behind the wall with the hole.  Instead of putting her hand through the hole as she had done last time, she loudly cleared her throat.  *Aaahhhheeem*.



I stepped up to the hole, barely able to breathe from excitement and nervousness, my cock not quite at full attention yet.  Finally, I was doing the thing I had been thinking about non-stop for the last nine months.  I put my hand around my full package, cock and balls (no use in beating around the bush, I knew she wanted my balls too), and guided it all through the hole under which the phrase “Insert Ye Sword Here. A Good Time Draws Near” was written.  Once they were completely through the hole and on the other side, I reached up and grabbed onto the metal handles in preparation for the pain.



She gladly took my balls into her hand, forming a ring with her thumb and forefinger at the base of my scrotum, securing my balls in her grip.  She stretched and pulled them down with her thumb and forefinger while she gently squeezed and massaged with her other three fingers.  She pulled and squeezed lightly for a few sweet moments before I heard the squeak of the hinged metal strap on the other side of the wall swing around, the cold metal pressed snuggly against my scrotum and pinned it to the wall.  A low mechanical *CLICK* was heard (some sort of lock or retainer) and Trixie released my balls from her grip.  There I was, my ticket had been punched.  Locked and loaded, my balls were now locked in place on the other side of that wall, held at the base by the cold metal shackle.  Like it or not, I was on the ride, and not getting off until Trixie said so.  Everything was playing out similarly to the way it had before.



There was a brief pause, Trixie seemed to like to take her time with things, never in any big rush.  That gave my mind plenty of time to run away.  The gravity of the situation began to weigh heavily on me.  I was stuck there, pinned by my balls, with nowhere to go. I couldn’t protect them in any way, and on the other side of this wall was a fiery little ballbuster named Trixie, with all the power, and all the time in the world to sit around in a sex shop, practicing her ballbusting skills and thinking of devious ways to torture her ‘clients.’  My breathing began to get erratic and my cock began to wither.  



She must have sensed my fear and hesitation because just then I felt a soft, warm, wetness envelop my shrinking member.  A low suction and an in and out motion quickly put me at ease and got my blood rushing again.  In no time at all my cock was rock hard and throbbing from her rhythmic sucking.  I tried to curb my enthusiasm a bit.  I knew full well that her sessions involved a little bit of pleasure, followed by a lot of pain.  I knew she wouldn’t get me off right away, she had to tease me first.



Soon, I felt one of her hands grip at the base of my cock and began twisting in unison with her sucking.  Her second hand also joined in and applied some light pressure on my balls, squeezing them against the wall they were pinned to.  I tried to remain calm, knowing that pain was just around the corner but I was in complete bliss.  Very quickly I began to feel an orgasm build up within me and threaten to surface.  



Not wanting to stop the fun too soon I began to knock on the wall to warn her about my pending ejaculation.  It seemed to only make her suck harder, twist faster, and apply more light pressure to my balls.  Helpless to fight it, I let go and came harder than I have in months.  I shot rope after rope of pent up jizz into her mouth, yet she didn’t seem to slow or lose focus at all.  My orgasm climbed higher and higher as she continued to work on my erupting member.  She seemed focused on getting every last little drop out of me.  Finally, when the sensation crossed over from bliss to overstimulation I began to pound on the wall.  She continued for two or three more thrusts and then stopped.  Thank god.  



I was out of breath, trembling, and weak in the knees.  I had forgotten how awkward it was to orgasm with your face pressed against a wall.  Still, just a small price to pay for such an amazing orgasm.  As I continued to stand there in the afterglow of my orgasm it began to dawn on me.  We never actually did any ballbusting… Maybe she wasn’t going to bust my balls this time?  Frankly, that was totally fine with me.  My post nut clarity, no longer needed or wanted any kind of ballbusting.  I was content with my BJ and ready to go back to the hotel.  But one thought still lingered….If we weren’t going to do any ballbusting, then why are my balls still locked up on the other side?  



Soon I had my answer when a massive **THUD** echoed from the other room.  For a moment I tried to think of what the sound could have been and then it hit me (literally and figuratively).  My balls, the thud was on my balls.  The pain was delayed but hit me like a ton of bricks nonetheless.  The pain was like no other I had experienced.  All my sessions before this one had been when my balls were full, when I was horny and somewhat craving and expecting the pain.  This pain was completely new to me and for the most part unwanted.  It was fresh and I felt every bit of it. It washed over my body and landed in my stomach.  I braced myself from falling over as best I could by tightening my grip on the metal bars above me, although the pain had made me weak and staying upright was a challenge. 



I heard another **THUD** as the pain registered far more quickly this time.  Like a distant thunderstorm where the thunder comes seconds after the flash of lightning, the storm was closer now.  Another wave of pain reverberated through my body and ended up in knots in my stomach.  My balls began to ache.  **THUD THUD THUD**.  The storm was just overhead now.  Balls hardwired directly to brain.  The pain registered immediately and began to build and build as the thuds continued.  **THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD**.  A brief pause and I gasped for breath and then **THUD THUD THUD THUD**.  Tears formed in my eyes.  The pain was intense and had nowhere to hide. **THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD**  



With the last thud, I hadn’t felt the object lift back up.  In fact, not only did the pressure remain after the impact but it seemed to now increase slightly.  The object began twisting back and forth on my helpless trapped testicles.  I felt bumps and ridges on the object, then it dawned on me, it was her big clunky boot.  She was stomping my balls with her boot.  Well now she was applying pressure and twisting it like one puts out a cigarette.  Squeezing and twisting I felt my testicles contorting under her unforgiving boot.  Every little twist sent new waves of pain throughout my body.  I began to squeal and whimper as the pain became too much for my empty balls.  Finally she took pity on me and lifted up her boot, but not before crashing it back down one last time in defiance.  **THUUDDDDD**.



I let out a large, “Ooooof,” closed my eyes, and tried to get back my breath that had just escaped.  



A couple minutes went by as I reeled.  Once things calmed a bit, I took a quick inventory.  My face felt warm, a small dribble of drool had run down my chin, my balls were on fire, my stomach clenched up good, and my legs and arms had a slight tremble.  But aside from all of that I was good. Not sure how much more of that kind of treatment I can take before screaming bloody murder though. 



I hadn’t heard much from Trixie’s side of things but then again I wasn’t really focused on her.  The silence was soon broken by the distant sound of a doorbell.  That sound was followed up by some fumbling around on Trixie’s side.  A few moments passed and then a *SQUEAK*.  Soon a cold metal strap was pressed directly on top of my testicles this time.  CLICK CLICK CLICK.  With every click, the metal strap pressed more and more tightly, squeezing my testicles more and more against the wall.  



I felt Trixie’s fingers poke and prod the exposed part of my testicles from underneath, likely gauging how tight the squeeze was and making sure my testicles were trapped neatly in place.  Three more clicks, CLICK CLICK CLICK and the true squeeze was on.  The pain was incredible.  It wasn’t more than I could handle, but it was very strong.  I would put it at a 7 or 8 out of 10.  I hoped and prayed there wouldn’t be any more clicks, and thankfully there weren’t. 



I heard the door from Trixie’s room open and shut, then suddenly the door from my room opened up and in flooded the fluorescent lighting from the store.  I suddenly felt super embarrassed (and stupid), stuck here, in the back of some store, with my dick (and balls) in a hole, with a stranger behind me.  Thankfully it was only Trixie.  She giggled to herself for a moment and then whispered to me, “I just got a customer I need to attend to.  I locked the clamp on you, it should keep you busy for a while.  It’s not too tight is it?”



“Actually, it's pretty ti-”



“Good,” she cut me off, showing little remorse.  “You just sit here and think about all your life choices that led you to this predicament.  Now keep quiet or things will get rather embarrassing…for you.  I will be back as soon as I can.”



“Oh ka-” cut off again before I could even finish saying Okay.  She closed the door and I could hear her locking the door behind her.  That’s good at least, some stranger won’t walk in on me like this…but at the same time, what if some time passes and I need some help?  The whole situation made me feel a little uneasy.  Especially since I don’t think she locked the other door.  **DIIING DOOOONG**  What if some psycho walks into the other room and sees my balls there?  What if they tighten the metal strap down further?  Three or four more clicks and I could be singing soprano.



My thoughts didn’t wander too far from that since the pain was still so great.  For most of the time that passed I focused on my breathing, and tried not to think about the crushing pain in my balls.  For the first couple minutes, the pain was so intense.  I had no idea how I was going to withstand this much pain for more than a couple minutes, but after a while I actually started to get used to it. The pain calmed from a seven or an eight down to a five or a six with some light meditation. 



After maybe ten minutes I had almost gotten used to the pain when I heard Trixie’s voice from down the hallway getting louder and louder.  It sounded like she was talking to a customer on her way back.  The door to her room opened up and I felt the cool air on my warm and withered cock.  Her cool hand stroked my cock a couple times and then one more CLICK pressed down on the squeezing metal strap.  The crushing pain in my balls returned once more to its former glory and took the pain a little further still.  She gave my cock a playful slap and her door opened and closed once more. 



Great, just great.  The pain was fresh once again and up to a solid eight this time.  This time around, trying to push the pain out of my head was not happening.  The crushing, squeezing pain continued to emanate from my testicles despite my best efforts.  I was stuck, and the only thing I could do was to sit there and endure it.  The seconds ticked by slower than before, can this customer fucking leave already?  How hard is it to buy a dildo?!  Gaaaah, the pain.  It just won’t quit.  Fucking Trixie, thanks for keeping the pain fresh for me.  Fuuuuccccck.  My breathing remained erratic.  Slow, even breaths were just out of reach with this constant and unrelenting pain.  Get out of the store.  GET OUT OF THE STORE NOW.  Get out.  Get OOOOUUTTT.  I was sending all the telepathy I could muster between ragged breaths.  



Finally, after what felt like an hour had passed but all in all it was probably just another 10min or so after she tightened the crushing strap a second time, I heard another faint **DIIING DOOOONG**.  Soon I heard my door unlocking.  Thank god.  Please be Trixie.  Please be Trixie.  The door opened up and Trixie popped her head inside.  Our eyes met and she flashed a giant smile and began laughing.  Without uttering a single word, she let the door close and opened the door to the other room.  I heard a different kind of mechanical **CLICK** from the other side of the wall and suddenly all pressure lifted off my testicles, another **SQUEAK** was then heard (she must have released the crushing bar and swung it back into place).  Her door opens and closes once more and I feel the cool air sweep over my cock and balls this time.



The blood slowly begins to return to my recently flattened balls.  It doesn’t all flow in at once though.  They are still being held firmly in place by the first metal strap but at least there is nothing applying direct pressure to the balls themselves.  The pain is dull, but more of a soreness than anything.  It feels good to have them hanging at least sort of freely.  I started to feel better about my balls and my thoughts turned back to the situation.  I made it through the longest crushing squeeze of my life.  Now what?  Where did she go this time?  How much more does she have in store for me?  I don’t think I can take any more of this.  



Five whole minutes or so pass and she finally returns to her side of the wall.  The door opens and closes briefly accompanied by a cool breeze.  I am extremely nervous.  What could she have been doing for all that time?  What does she have left in store for me?  



Moments later I feel my cock once again enter her warm and inviting mouth.  My balls are sore as all hell but that doesn’t prevent my cock from growing hard in response to her mouth.  The sucking continues and I begin to involuntarily moan with pleasure.  After my first orgasm at the beginning of the session I had lost all sexual desire, but now, not only was I physically ready and wanting another orgasm, now I was mentally wanting it as well.  Every fiber of my being had given into the pleasure and my head was floating.  Orgasm drew nearer and nearer, closer and closer.  When suddenly, **SLAP**.  



A massive slap lands across my balls jolting my brain from pleasure to pain mode in an instant.  As I try to comprehend what just happened, I soon remembered.  She is back to her old playbook that I warned myself about earlier.  (How quickly I forget)  Pain then pleasure, pain then pleasure.  A little good cop, bad cop routine if you will.  But I am already spent, my balls can take no more.  I may be able to orgasm one more time, but that’s all I have left in the tank.  I don’t think I can take any more testicular abuse.  But then.  **SLAP SLAP SLAP.**  Oh god, no.  **SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**.  Rapid fire slaps pummel my balls like a speed bag.  **SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**.  This is it.  I’m going to cry.  I may actually cry.  Maybe I will throw up.  I’m going to scream for whatever good that does me.  I don’t know what to do but this pain is indescribable and I don’t think I can take it.



I remain quiet but the intensity of the slaps increases.   **SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**.  “Please stop.” I whimper meekly.



**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**



“Trixie.  Trixie please.  I can’t,” I whimper a little louder.



**SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**



This is it, final push.  I gather my strength and shout, “STOOOOP.”



**SLAP SLAP SLAP**.  Finally, she stops.  I am shaking.  My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears.  My balls are on fire.  My stomach is knotted up tight and feeling queasy.  I can barely hold myself up.  I start to catch my breath and listen carefully.  Trying to figure out what is going to happen next.  Will she bust my balls some more?  Will she get me off?  Will she write her calling card on my balls and set me free?  



I’m in over my head.  These types of experiences live their best lives in the past.  Not in the present.  In the present, they can be torture.  I really resent myself for signing up for this again.  I was so foolish to think I could handle this.  I bit off more than I can chew.  Trixie is a level 10 ballbuster and I have level 2 balls.  I’m spent. 



The next sensation caught me by surprise.  I felt her warm, wet mouth on my even warmer balls.  She took my full, stinging ball sack into her mouth and rolled my balls around on her tongue.  Every little movement and jostle of my balls sent little pangs of pain through my body, but I knew that wasn’t her intent.  She let my balls out of her mouth and traced my sack with her tongue some more.  The skin of my scrotum was insanely sensitive but her touch felt very nice.  



While she tongued my balls she overhand gripped my cock with a wet and slippery hand and began twisting and pulling on it.  Once again, my foolish cock rose to the occasion, holding zero hard feelings towards her.  After I became fully erect and throbbing, she let off with her hand and pressed something large and smooth against the head of my cock, pinning it up and against the wall.  All at once it began to vibrate aggressively.  It was some sort of large dildo or massager.  The sensation was intense but felt great against the head of my cock.  It didn’t take long until an orgasm was knocking at the door.  This time, I didn’t knock on the wall to warn her.  Partially because the orgasm came up so fast with the powerful vibrations and partially because I didn’t want her to quit abruptly again and start beating my broken and battered balls.  



I came and I came hard.  Harder than I ever have.  Yes, harder than the first session with Trixie nine months ago and harder than earlier today.  I came so hard that I cried out in euphoria and felt like I shook the walls with my screams.  I moaned and moaned as my orgasm went on and on for what seemed like forever.  I trembled and shook and gave myself over to the orgasm entirely.  



My cum finally began to slow down and she mercifully pulled the vibrator away to give me some reprieve.  Out of breath and panting once more, I was really starting to loathe being pinned to this wall through all these incredible experiences (both good and bad).



When my mind finally returned to me, it started to occur to me how much trouble I was in.  I hadn’t warned her about my orgasm.  She always followed pleasure with pain (although today the script was a little different).  And my balls could take no more.  My cock quickly began to shrivel with fear although the other side of the wall remained quiet.  I gave my hips a jerk, just to test it out and sure enough, my balls were still locked on the other side, pinned to the wall by the large metal strap at their base.  



I heard what might have been a muffled giggle and then a curious sensation came across my scrotum.  Something cold and slim was being slid at the back of my scrotum, between the scrotum and the wall, just above the locked strap. Similarly I felt something cold slip over the top half of my shriveled cock and push in towards me, towards the hole in the wall.  I next felt a very light **CLICK** and suddenly felt very constricted and stuffy, like my cock was being squished.  Again I heard laughter, this time it wasn’t very muffled.  A cold and wet sensation was now on my balls, first my right one, it scratched away, and then my left ball.  This sensation was all too familiar.  She was writing her famous calling card on my balls.  Thank goodness, we are almost done. My balls got super cold as she presumably blew on them to dry the ink.  



**SLAAAAAAAPPPPP** 



“Oooooof.” One last giant slap completely caught me by surprise and knocked the wind out of me.  I hit my head against the wall as I hunched over in reflex.  I hadn’t heard the metal strap unlock or swing open, likely due to her final ‘goodbye,’ but shortly after her slap I was free.  I could actually move my hips and my balls moved with me, they were no longer stuck on the other side of the wall.  



Funny enough, even though I no longer felt pinned to the wall I still had the cold feeling of metal against my skin down there.  I carefully pulled my package back through the wall and was shocked to see my cock covered in a metal cage attached to a metal ring around the base of my scrotum.  The cock cage had a gap at the tip for my pee hole, and various metal rings and bars connected together, bigger at the head of the cock, and fitting tighter down the shaft of my cock, spanning only one or two inches long.  A slightly larger ring was around the base of my entire package at the base of my balls, with a hinge in it so that the ring could open up (that must be how she was able to slip it around the back of my scrotum while I was still locked up).  Where the metal hinged ring closes together it connects to the cock portion of the cage, which conveniently has a little locking mechanism inside it.  My cock was stuffed tight inside this unforgiving metal cage with no room to spare.



I am a fairly mechanical person so inspect the device carefully.  It seems they have thought of everything.  I try to slide the cock cage up and off but the ring at the back of my scrotum pulls my balls up with it.  The ring around the base of my scrotum is loose enough to allow enough blood flow but far too tight to squeeze a testicle though no matter how hard I would try to force it.  What the fuck am I going to do about this thing?  That’s when I noticed Trixie’s calling card, the writing on my balls this time says, ‘Caged By….Trixie.’  Cute Trixie, very cute.



I fumble with the cage a bit more but it's quite evident that it's going nowhere.  My now soft dick is jammed inside, pressed snuggly against the bars, my large and swollen balls sticking out the bottom between the cock cage and the ring at the base.  I sigh and conclude that I might as well get dressed.  Maybe I can figure out a way to get the cage off later with a clear head.  I carefully put on my clothes and once I have fully regained my composure I slowly emerge from my small room of torment, at the back of the Bondage Barn.  My eyes slowly adjust to the buzzing fluorescent lights above and I carefully begin my walk of shame to the front of the store.  



Along my way out I notice that I am not alone.  There is a gentleman browsing the erotic magazines along the wall.  I wonder how long he had been there.  I hope he didn’t hear my screams, or worse yet, my orgasm.  I continued my labored trek as carefully (and quietly) as I could, I didn’t want to call any attention to myself.  My tender balls stuck out in front of me now because of the cage and even the slightest pressure and contact from my pants was causing me discomfort.  



I’m almost at the door now.  My pace quickens as I am eager to rest and put this day behind me.  I reach out for the door but before I can reach for it I hear, “Excuse me sir!  Just where do you think you’re going?” in a loud authoritative voice.  It was Trixie, and her face meant all business.  Sitting next to her was another woman.  She was stunning.  Pale white complexion, dark, jet-black hair, heavy eyeliner, black lipstick, a black short sleeve shirt with some band on it, a couple nose, lip, and eyebrow piercings, and an intricate black tattoo up the side of her neck. 



“Ex- excuse me?” I ask Trixie, trying not to stare at her knockout friend.



“You cannot leave the store with unpaid merchandise.”  The two women begin to chuckle to themselves. 



I scan her expression closely for meaning and notice her shift her gaze to my crotch and back up again. Then it occurred to me.  Fuck, she means this cage she stuck on me.  Adding insult to injury, not only do I have to figure out a way to get this stupid thing off me, but she wants me to pay for the trouble.  She doubles down and confirms, “You have not yet paid for that…”  The two women continue giggling while Trixie tries to maintain a stern look.  Oh great, the friend knows too.



“Ok!  Ok, I’m coming.”  I turn and continue to slowly shuffle my way over to her counter.  The two women are barely able to stifle their laughter at the sight of my discomfort.  I reach the counter and Trixie reaches behind the counter and pulls out some empty plastic, clamshell packaging.  The label on the package reads, ‘The Enforcer.’ 



“Wise choice selecting ‘The Enforcer’ today sir,” Trixie says smuggley.  “It’s one of our best chastity cages.  They say it’s inescapable without the key.  Made from solid titanium.  The same metal used on the spaceship!” 



“Ooooh, very nice.” her goth friend jokingly affirmed.



“Great.  How much do I owe you?” I said gritting my teeth.



She pressed a couple buttons on her cash register, “Comes to $82.57 with tax.”



I handed her my credit card and picked up the empty packaging to read it over while she processed the transaction.  



*The world’s most secure male chastity device.  Each device comes with only one key and every key is unique to that device.*



“You aren’t from around here, are you?”  Trixie asked knowingly.



“Nope.”



*Replacement keys can be ordered by request.  Please allow 4-6 weeks for processing.*  Four to six weeks?  Yikes, I better not lose the key.



“How long are you here for?”



“I fly home Friday evening.”



I began to get a little flustered.  I flip the package over to find the key.  Sure enough, I see a cutout for where the key is supposed to be but it is empty.  I look back up at Trixie.



“Oh well, if you get sick of wearing your new….toy.”  More giggles from the two of them.  “Feel free to stop back Thursday after 8pm.”  Trixie pulls at her chain necklace around her neck using her thumb, the bottom of which had been tucked in between her large breasts.  Dangling at the bottom of the chain she reveals a tiny, yet very intricate, little steel key.  A huge grin comes across her face as realization comes across mine.  “I am sure we can work something out.”



The receipt prints out of the register and she puts the empty packaging and receipt into a brown paper bag as I had seen her done before.  She hands me the bag and smiles at me with the most confident and satisfied smirk.  “Have a great day sir.”



“Thanks.”  I reply begrudgingly.  



I waddle my way out the store. **DIIING DOOOONG** and the door closes behind me.  I can hear roaring laughter from behind the glass.  This is going to be a long 4 days.