A night of romantic hard ballbusting: just another anecdote of what daily life can be like when you are in a long term relationship with a women who loves to bust balls.

I put a bit more love into the writing of the this one so I hope you guys and gals enjoy!

For those who care my parter is slavic, white brunette, short, tits surprisingly perky for their size, a healthy weight leaning towards the thicker side, a waist you can easily envelop in your arms, and a lovely big pear shaped butt that you just love to spoon.

I am on the taller for someone in my country at least, curly long hair, asian/latin/european mix, kind of a skinny fat build, people seem to like my smile and hands eh! We are both on our late 20s.

And talking about spooning... little innocent cuddles... when you are young and horny they can easily get heated up and when you realize it, lust has overtaken thought.

This particular quiet afternoon the subject of my adoration laid fully naked in bed, she was relaxing on her back right next to me, naked too, we were spooning just a moment ago, but with my hand firmly on her breast and my stiff dick pressing on her butt after having been denied an orgasm the previous night I was only getting hornier and hornier so I asked her if I could get shower her body with kisses some (often gets her in the mood for more), which she happily agreed to.

So there she was, her curves flattered by the little bits light entering through the window blinds, waiting for the soft touch of my fingers, calling to me like an invisible scent that overwhelms the senses, I am horny as fuck as I approach my entire body closer as to get on top of her, my lips grazing her curves as I travels down and up in playful exploration, my thighs sliding between her own finding a resting place there... My hands casually and briefly visiting the spots that I already know can make her shiver… I am on top of her, we are eye to eye, Desire, Love, Lust, a silent proclamation written in that exchange… Silent at least non counting brief moans and the increasedly quick breathing that would have given up our passionate agitation away regardless.

I lean down for a kiss in which I could have easily melted but an even stronger urge was felt in my whole body, a yearning desperation for me to express all this adoration intermingled with lustful love and so much more. And so entranced with her lovely shapes, my lips move swiftly away from hers, they visit up for a little bit, they go for that deliciously sensitive neck which I kiss with the appetite of what I imagine a starved vampire is like, I nibble on her ear which always drives her crazy before I set for my journey back down... 

As if I had a map of her whole body which smoothly drove me around all the spots I wanted to visit and the ones she wants me to visit... and all the detours in between, I sensually kiss my way down her body while in the meantime I feel a pressure rising between my legs, not the one coming from my rising excitement...
She had softly but firmly lifted her thigh and pressed it between my legs, as my lips are reaching the middle of her collar bone, her thigh once again rises, this time with a lot more speed she rams her thigh between my legs, teasing a soft blow, painful as any impact in that very sensitive area is, but only a sliver of the assault that awaited my privates that night.

My kisses circle the peripheries of her round pale breasts, delicately dancing around her nipples hoping to rile up her desire, only to bite down and suck on them eagerly after enough teasing, her moans in response giving me rhythm, and with the rhythm of her pleasure so does she start to ram her thigh harder and harder between my legs, I stay there on her breats for a while, appreciating her softness, nibbling on her now-hard nipples, all the while she keeps pushing her thigh into my balls over and over.

Eventually the desire to continue my exploration leads on... I spread kisses all over her belly, the sides of her waist, the corners of her hips… her mound of venus, her inner thigh, getting a taste of her other lips… kisses of worship all over the very skin that loves to hurt me so much, a ritual of adoration. I let my hands and lips travel around like the brush of a painter in a canvas, filled with inspiration yet formless and constantly shifting, always loosely following that precious map of pleasure roads that our mutual experiences has gifted me with. 

I go back up, longing to see those same eyes which beamed with reciprocal lust just a moment ago, we lose ourselves in each other's eyes for the longest few seconds, "I want you so badly", both our faces sent the same message- with my lips long to meet hers in a passionate kiss once again, I approach, I can feel her breathe, we make out and as we do I can feel her hand running through down through my torse, then tenderly exploring my thighs… or so I would have thought if I didn’t know any better…

Her fingers caress me with the most loving of malicious intents, swiftly wrapping themselves around my testicles, with my eyes still closed in the long kiss we are sharing I can feel her grip on my balls get firmer and firmer, almost as if she had sworn that for every bit of passion we poured into our kiss, twice as much pain will be inflicted on sensitive balls… I quickly find myself squirming and struggling to stay on that intoxicating kiss, the pain between my legs quickly going from a mild tightness to an agonizing death grip. Yet staying rock hard through almost the entire ordeal as it tends to be when I get busted.

The sheer arousal motivates to not escape but instead lean into that sublime agony, yet inevitably my body start slipping out of the kiss to gasp and whimper in desperation, her hand only grasping harder and harder until the concept of a kiss is forgotten and I can only double over into her hand now crushing my testicles, trying to appreciate and embrace every single jolt of pain, every single impulse of sadism born from her passion that's being given to me as the most precious of gifts…

That thought… this thought in particular always seemed to help me get through those times when my body’s self preservation instincts are screaming to protect what we men are taught must never be harmed… yet here I always find myself, like a water mirage in the thirsty desert I run towards the pain. It's pure ecstasy. 

My perception of time is biased by the excruciating pain making every second an eternity and so it feels like the squeeze just goes on and on... yet this is far from our first time and we have our habits… as she leads to me ever increasing desperation I start expecting for her hand to loosen up as she often does in reaction to my physical cues of agony, well… she didn't.

I panic a little for a couple of seconds, “how far is she going to take me this time?”, I think as our safeword crosses my mind for half a second, yet the answer didn't matter for more than that half of a second, a swift realization leads to a single desire, brace for it, gasp, grunt, bite on her shoulder, suck on her breasts, dig your fingers on her back "do all it takes to let her sadistic desires have her way with you as much as she wants" pushing limits is one of our favorite shared experiences after all. With pain… with kink… there’s always something novel to explore and right now all I could do was graciously accept this slightly new experience as gracefully as one can do when your testicles are being crushed by small deft hands that already know their way around your most sensitive pain points. 

At this point I don’t know much time has passed… 5 minutes? 10 minutes? How long have I been bathing in this rush of endorphins? It’s impossible to tell, all I know is that today my longing for pain seems to stand stronger than any sense of self preservation. It is not until I am completely overwhelmed that I… think of using our safe word but I do not… “Yellow” comes out instead, our little check up signal for saying “I am in genuinely agonizing pain right now, but I ain't saying stop” and it is always up to her how much she wants to play try out my limits.

After that eternity, she savors my pain some more with a final rush of strength which only gets me to desperately squirm and whimper even more in response before finally loosening her grip.

And as if that grip was all that was holding me together I immediately crumble to her side, after this almost ethereal experience I am back in my body, I recognize my breathing completely out of control, my mouth dry after panting and panting, a phantom pain in between my legs as if her hand was still loosely held down there, pain travelling towards my abdomen which is currently in a biological panic. I close my eyes, I get into fetal position and with what little strength I have, I approach her soft skin to seek warmth while I recover from the ordeal.

I have not caught up with my breath when I feel her hands gently but firmly shoving me on my back and then spreading my legs wide open, one of her legs wraps around mine, preventing it from closing back up, the other leg she holds with her arm, in between all this my eyes remain mostly closed, still trying to regain composure and control my breath.

Despite the clear warning signs I don’t think much of her forcing my legs open, as most of the time I get a bit of a break after receiving the amount of pain that I had just done, yet I had not gotten fully back to reality when her hand had already closed into a fist, I am not a third into recovering when she swings it very firmly between my legs, accurately hitting both of my already very tender balls with her palm and knuckles… “FUCK!”, that word flashes in my mind like an internal scream, my eyes roll up my head, my entire body jolts from the newly registered pain, my grunts are starting to sound closer to cries… it is always the unexpected ones that get you the most... 

I turn to her, in her expression I feel in her a primal desire to have her way with me, to make me squirm and whimper at her whims, to let her aggression free in the form of a loving torture session and how could I possibly put a halt to such a perfect picture?

I am overcome with desire yet again, how lucky of me that the person I love so enjoys my agony? I sure am not interested in having children and neither does my partner so what better use then do I have for these balls if not this? Such a vulnerable and sensitive spot, emotionally almost as much as physically, all for my partner to play and use without inhibition.

And so this time it is my own leg which spreads open willingly, inviting her aggression and lust to take over and use me to her heart's desire. A smirk in satisfaction at my show of subservience can be seen in her face, time dilated by passion and chemical reactions… the pain from the previous punch still throbbing in between my legs when soon I see her fist swinging at me, I flinch, yet her fist ends up only playfully grazing me, she's adjusting her aim, she's enjoying how much her every movement causes my body to react in fear…

An even harder punch that last arrives dead on target, overwhelming pain going all the way from my testicles towards my stomach, I curl up, I squirm, she doesn’t care... well she does but only in that she fucking loves to see it, and so another merciless first meets my balls. I swing my legs around wildly, in a constant conflict between closing my legs shut and keeping them open for her.

I could not recall you neither the amount of time nor how many times I got punched because at a certain mental threshold it becomes more of a fever dream than a lucid experience, for a while longer she played with my fear reflex and punched me multiple more times with very small breaks until I all but short circuit, at this point I can't help but to strongly try get my vitals out of her reach, now with all the genuine strength I could muster I force shut my legs and curl up on all fours, clutching myself, finally a breath, finally respite…

…Not. While still lost in the ecstasy and agony, I feel her hand forcing it’s way from behind between my legs, opening them just enough to find her target, she squeezez down hard again! “FUCK”, once again my respite is cut short by surprise, yet despite how much pain I am experiencing we were so high fucking off each other’s hunger for each other that common sense had taken a step back, any man not on this fetish would surely think us insane at the sight, but I? I only wanted more, I wanted all she wanted to give, at the very least all I wanted to take all I could take for her.

Curled up with my face half burying on the pillows and my butt up, presented for her pleasure and convenience, she starts squeezing my left testicle again as quickly I start whimpering once again from my already very tender balls, a second hand slips, her fingers deftly isolating my right side too, with one testicle on each hand she squeezes harder and harder, at this point we are almost worried what the neighbors will think of what sounded more like torture than sex. A short lived worry as my partner sensually approached my neck and started kissing me while still firmly squeezing the life out of my balls. 

And so it goes on, I am going so fucking crazy from pleasure and pain that I can’t even check up on how my partner is doing anymore, I can only assume she’s enjoying herself from how eagerly she seemed on the torturing my balls, and so for a third time that night I was being brought to my limits again, this squeeze felt like the longest of the night, I was starting to feel OUT of it, the external world ceased to exist, I had never felt my mental pain tolerance higher than that night up until that point, it was genuine agony yet I felt I could just lose myself in it, completely let go of inhibition and worry, I trust my partner would never intentionally harm me, so I could trust her to hurt me as much as she wants, knowing full well how much love was poured into every bit of pain I happily melted into it.

At some point I have a moment of lucidity and more out of a mixed concern for the literal safety of my anatomy because I was so horny and full of endorphins that I couldn’t tell anymore how hard she was squeezing my balls anymore, in between whimpering and gasping I struggled to barely get the words "Please" "mercy" out in between... As I do I can hear her signature mischievous smirk of satisfaction once again... "5 more" she goes. Whenever I feel like I have reached my limit? She fucking loves to have a little extra countdown of hell. She proceeds to squeeze my balls with full strength for those last few seconds and as soon as she lets go I completely crumble, as if every ounce of strength had been literally squeezed out of me.

And so, for real this time we softly cuddle while I continue squirming trying to find a soothing position from the painful aftermath… 

And cuddle we did for a little while, a short break for what ended up being a night of at least 3 hours mixing ball kicks, punches, squeezes, little soothing pain breaks and multiple intermissions to inevitably fuck from the immense arousal built up with all the ballbusting.