Part 10 the bourbon temptation

I got a text from Leonie saying she'd really like to do something tonight. Well, it was Friday, my fiancée was away on business again, and I had nothing to do. I agreed. She wrote, "I'm looking forward to it. I'll be there at 7 p.m., you can be there earlier and prepare something to eat." Leonie gave me a key to her apartment, so I went there early. She's a doctor at the city hospital, and I know that sometimes she has to work late at short notice. She still wasn't there by 9 p.m. I was already tired and thought, what the heck, tomorrow is a new day. I looked in her living room cupboard and found a bottle of bourbon. Hello, I thought, perfect for falling asleep. I went into the living room and took a few sips. Then I thought I'd watch a porn and then sleep. I connected my smartphone to the big screen TV and browsed Pornhub. Boring, I thought. I looked on another site and found a pretty hardcore deepthroat porn where a petite, tied-up woman had a long, thick dildo repeatedly rammed down her throat, and she kept vomiting. Awesome. Then I jerked off and drank the bottle of bourbon, which, of course, completely knocked me out.

The next morning, I woke up completely hungover, with a headache like an air raid. I immediately noticed something was wrong. I was lying on my stomach on a kind of massage table, completely naked and unable to move, wrapped in foil, which was also wrapped around the tabletop. My head was looking down through an opening in the table. I moved my eyes to the sides, but I couldn't see anything. The table was in Leonie's living room, and my balls were sticking out of the underside of the table opposite my ass. Great, I thought, this is going to end badly. I had no idea how badly. The more I looked, the more details I noticed. My balls were guided through the table by a sleeve that looked like hard plastic. The underside of the table around my balls was made of thicker stainless steel or reinforced with it, with individual threads embedded here. The table seemed to be height-adjustable; I could see drives like those on a height-adjustable desk. Apparently, it was also possible to rotate the tabletop so that I was lying on the bottom and my balls were on top... all in all, a well-thought-out design, I thought.

I thought for a while about what to do. I called for Leonie. "Ah, our champ is awake," she said from another room. I heard a second woman giggle. "We'll be right over. Don't run away from us. Haha," she said. The table was quite low, so I couldn't see the faces of the two people who entered the room shortly after. One was Leonie, but I quickly recognized the other woman by the way she walked, even before she said anything. A chill immediately ran down my spine; it was Emily, a friend of Leonie's. She's a urologist at the same hospital as Leonie. The last time I saw her, she and Leonie almost castrated me.

Leonie is a very slim brunette who is about 155 cm tall and has long hair that reaches down to her butt. She's very athletic and weighs about 42 kg and has a B cup. She wears contact lenses, but sometimes glasses. She looks like an angel. Emily is much taller; she weighs about 55 kg, is blonde and 175 cm tall, has fake breasts and a D cup. She has a well-trained body, but I think she's crazy.

"So, my dear. We actually wanted to spend a nice evening together with you last night after our shift. You ruined that. When we got here, you were lying on my couch with your pants down, completely drunk, jerking off on the couch and not even cleaning up the mess. Then I turned on the TV and saw a tied-up woman vomiting," said Leonie. I tried to talk my way out of it, saying it wasn't what it looked like, it wasn't that dramatic. Meanwhile, the two of them raised the table to a higher position, about 160cm above the floor. I could see more. Both were wearing their pajamas and looked angry. "To make up for our naughty evening, we're going to try out my new toy, the massage table, on you. Well, we're going to beat your balls until they're soft. And then there's the matter of the bestial porn. That requires an extra punishment before we begin the compensation session," explained Leonie. "In short and simple terms, since you find vomiting so hot, I will, while Leonie is shopping for the weekend, work on your balls until you vomit, after which we will both continue to hit your balls together until we are satisfied." Emily laughed. I protested, saying they couldn't do that. "10 warm-up strokes for me before you can start. I'll change and go shopping, maybe then he'll learn to keep his mouth shut," Leonie says to Emily. She grabs my balls with her left hand and places them in her hand like an open bowl. With her right hand, she swings.

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It hurt a lot. Leonie hit me angrily and very hard, then she left the room. "Please Leonie, don't leave me alone here with this witch," I called after her in panic. No answer. "The witch is going to give you a small injection now," Emily whispered in my ear, and I felt a sting in my neck. "This will temporarily paralyze your vocal cords. I'm doing this for the following reason: so you don't scream your head off while I beat the shit out of your nuts. Because of course I can't close your mouth because you'll want to vomit," she said to me, then came closer and whispered, "Don't tell Leonie, but I've added an anti-nausea medication so we can have fun longer, haha, this is going to be so fun." My vocal cords were already paralyzed and I couldn't say anything else. Leonie came into the room briefly and said goodbye to go shopping. She said it would probably take about an hour. She wished us lots of fun and then left the apartment.

"First, I'll use your balls like a speed bag in boxing. I think 20 punches per fist, so left and right, should be enough to start with. Then I'll take the empty bourbon bottle and hit you in the balls 20 times on each side. Then we'll bring out the big guns. Let's not waste any time," Emily laughed. I thought I was hearing things; she was about to hit me in the balls with the hard bourbon bottle. I shake my head wildly, but Emily just laughs and gets into position. Then she starts hitting my balls with quick, precise double punches.

Bam, bam Bam, bam

It hurts like hell. Emily is much stronger than Leonie. "My pajamas aren't right for our session. I'll quickly change into my workout outfit," she said and disappeared. I thought, I hope she breaks her neck on the way. My nuts ached like crazy. She came back, wearing sneakers, a sports bra, and short workout leggings. She looked fantastic, of course, and she knew it. "Let's go on," she huffs and continues.

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My balls are hit by her fist and then slam onto the hard metal underside of the table. It's extremely painful, I scream in pain, my mouth open, and no sound comes out because my vocal cords are numb.

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"Those were the first 20 hits, with my left hand, my weak hand. Now comes the right. Let's go."

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I wish I were dead. The pain spreads throughout my entire stomach.

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Incredible pain radiates from my balls. I cry and writhe in agony. I can't stand it. "Now, now, who's going to fight back? You'll never get out of your bonds. I'm going to hurt you so much today you'll wish you weren't born," Emily said calmly to me. "This is just the beginning. Your grandchildren will benefit from what I'm planning. Because you won't have any. That's why we have to hurry a bit before Leonie comes back. She'll probably defend you then. Let's step on the gas." She fetched the empty bourbon bottle and hit me with all her might.

Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam

Hell broke loose. I started sweating, and cold sweat ran down my face. I was shaking all over. A grinning Emily hit me even faster and harder.

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"Your balls look cool. A mix of red, blue, and purple. I'd like them all purple. Let's move on quickly," she commented.

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I think I fainted for a moment. Then I got palpitations and was wide awake again. "You must have gotten a bit bored and fell asleep. I did the last set while you were sleeping. Then I woke you up with a little adrenaline injection. Since you slept through the last five beats, I'll just repeat them." Emily laughed.

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I was completely exhausted. I felt sick to my stomach. But that also means I'm free from Emily's torture for the time being, since it will stop if I vomit, or at least that's what I hoped. "I have two billiard balls here. I'm going to put them in a long sock and make a replica of your balls. Then I'm going to hit your balls with them. Haha. Let's try 10 hits."

Bam Bam Bam Bam

"Hmm, not as effective as I thought. Let's try something else." Emily left the room, leaving me with the worst pain ever. A short time later, she came back with a cast iron pan. "That's probably causing more damage to your gonads. So, today it's fried eggs. Haha." She quickly approached me and hit me.

Baff Baff Baff Baff Baff

I vomited into a bucket that was right under my head opening. I was in the worst pain imaginable, shaking all over, and crying. "Haha, look at him throwing up. How cool is that? I'm going to give you a few more hits with the pan, then we'll wait for Leonie. Haha," Emily laughs.

Baff Baff Baff Baff Baff Baff

I vomit again. "Your balls have turned completely blue. Five more will do." Emily continues hitting me.

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"Now, you piece of shit, I'm going to take the pan away and examine you," Emily said, and then did just that. She took my huge, swollen balls in her hands and kneaded them lightly. Then she placed her open hand behind my scrotum and slapped them.

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"Too bad, nothing's seriously damaged yet. The organs are swollen and much softer than normal, which indicates micro-tears, but that's not a big problem yet," she said, then moved closer to my head and bit my ear. "Let's make it worse. Haha," she whispered.

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My balls are now completely dark purple, but the severe swelling of my scrotum is also inhibiting the blows to my gonads, but it still hurts like hell. "Are you having fun?" Emily asks. "I used to do kickboxing, and now I'm going to try to kick your balls from a standing position. Let's see if I can do it."

Bam

She succeeded. With deadly precision, she repeatedly kicked me in the balls with her sneakers.

Bam Bam Bam

I started to vomit again. It hurt like hell. The pain was now at a higher level than before. My circulation was slowing down, and I was shaking again. Emily kicked again and again.

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I heard the door lock unlock between the kicks.

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"Hello everyone," Leonie called into the room. Emily, drenched in sweat and a little out of breath, greeted Leonie. "Oh, man, that bag looks good, Em, it's as big as a real punching bag and completely blue. I'm just going to put on my workout clothes and then I'll come over," said Leonie. "Okay, take your time. I'll do a little more here, it's a lot of fun," replied Emily.

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Emily kicked again and again. I was taking it all in stride by now. My body was about to collapse. Then Leonie came in, her long hair tied back in a braid, also wearing sneakers, a sports bra, and short leggings. "That looks great. I see he's already filled the vomit bucket. I don't like that so much though; it stinks and I find it disgusting. I'm going to give him an injection to counteract the nausea and quickly examine his testicles, and then we'll continue together," said Leonie, and then did everything as announced. "You really worked on those nuts, Em. Not only is the scrotum extremely swollen, the gonads themselves are also greatly enlarged. I can hardly get my hands on them when I rummage around in here. Then they've become softer, which indicates structural changes. That needs to be checked out urgently. Haha," laughed Leonie. "However, we should change something in the setup before we continue. The swelling of the scrotum and the tissue around the gonads themselves is absorbing too much of our applied energy. If we want to inflict more effective damage, we need to push the testicles to the edge of the scrotum so they can absorb more force. I have an idea. Wait a minute," said Leonie, disappearing briefly. "I have some kitchen rubber bands here. We'll press the testicles down in the scrotum and then secure them with the rubber bands. I also have a rope and a 5-liter water bottle here. Once we've isolated the testicles, we'll tie the rope around the new base and hang the water bottle on the other end. Then we'll put the whole thing under tension. When we hit the testicles, we'll hit them directly and they won't be able to swing away, so they should absorb much more energy," explained Leonie. "You're brilliant, Leo," said Emily. Then they put Leonie's plan into action. I barely noticed the whole thing, as I was trapped in the world of pain. Only when Leonie started delivering precise blows to my testicles did I remember what was going on. "The trick is to always hit the knuckles with your hands," I heard Leonie say.

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She hit me mercilessly. My balls absorbed every blow completely. My body trembled again, it kept going.

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"Perfect, you carry on for a moment, Em. I want to get something," Leonie said and walked away. "With pleasure," Emily replied.

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Hell continues.

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"Look here, Em, I found some interesting equipment. A police baton and my brass knuckles." I heard Leonie say when she came back. "I want to hit me a bit with the brass knuckles and then we'll continue with the baton together," she added. "Sounds fun," said Emily. Leonie came over to me with the brass knuckles and hit me with a smile.

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I'm cold. I wish I were dead.

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Again and again she hits my tied-up balls with the hard brass knuckles.

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"Look, the organs are swelling more. Haha. It looks like the scrotum has a scrotum. Haha," laughs Emily. "Yeah, cool, isn't it?" replied Leonie. "Ten more hits with the brass knuckles, then we'll get to the finale. Although I could do this all day. Haha," she giggles.

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"I'm so hot, I'm going to take my clothes off now," says Leonie. "So am I," comments Emily. Then they both undressed completely. Emily took the baton and rubbed it between Leonie's legs. She immediately started moaning and bent over, then she grabbed my balls and buried her fingers in my balls as she came. It hurt a lot, of course, and she came again and again. The two of them were clearly having fun. Afterwards, Leonie sank her hand between Emily's legs and fingered her while Emily swung the baton and hit her.

Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam

I faint again.

I wake up in bed in Leonie's bedroom. I feel great, but I'm a little dazed. The two women are naked, cuddled up to me, Emily on my left and Leonie on my right. Phew, I thought, it was all just a dream. I lifted the covers a little and was startled when I saw my melon-sized black balls. "Sleep a little longer," Leonie whispered. "I gave you a shot of morphine for the pain. I'll deal with your testicles later."

Fuck