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The bed was comfortable. Handcuffed to the bedposts and face down in soft pillows, I couldn’t help but think how helpless I was. Of course, my ass lifted high into the air by a harness from the ceiling didn’t help much. I moaned as the warm shaving cream was smeared around my balls, up and down my throbbing cock, and playfully slid across my ass cheeks. She was truly a professional. With one hand, she shaved my groin and with the other, milked my pulsing rod. I didn’t last long. Half the sac was done when I bit the pillow and fired my man milk into the metal bowl between my legs. She never missed a stroke, just kept shaving and massaging.
“All nice and clean,” she announced. Looking between my legs, I admired my low hanging balls and swaying prick. I had stretched and pumped both for hours everyday. I knew every curve of that package and could stare at them glowing in the lamplight forever. The steaming towel thrust between my legs pulled my mind from the haze. I squirmed and tried to escape the hot towel burning my precious friends. After a few moments, however, my squirms turned to grinds and thrusts as I attacked the now cooling soft towel. With a victory moan, I fired my cannon at the enemy and watched the towel retreat from our short battle.
Heated from battle, my balls hung even lower, and block my view between my legs. Panting, I swung my hips to swing my balls like a pendulum of a large grandfather clock. The little blonde girl was watching the video again. Holding the device already loaded with a fresh rubber ring, she studied the video closely. The cowboy approached the bull from behind. He squeezed the large balls to the bottom of the sac. Finally, he positioned the device at the very top of the sac and pulled the trigger. The camera zoomed in on the green ring strangling the life from the soon to be steer’s balls.
I had used the bander on my balls hundreds of times. Once I discovered my orgasm was stronger with the bands crushing my tender cords, I never stroked with out choke. Lately, however, it had gotten old. So, here I was. The cathouse had no rules and very little supervision. I simply picked the girl from the line up and went to a room. She was a little surprised when I opened the briefcase, but I have to admit the bander does look like a gun. I showed her the video and we discussed the events to fulfill my fantasy. So far, I was very pleased.
A hand gripped my sac just beneath the base of my cock and slowly pulled down. The device was a little cold as the prongs touched my inner thighs. A cold metal prong scrapped my pulsing cock to one side as the device slid to the very top of my sac. Even when I know the trigger is being pulled, I still jerk when the band snaps into place and the cords are compressed.
“Mmmmm, how does that feel Suga?”
I moaned into the pillow and thrust at the air with my hips.
“Well, if one is that good, why stop there?”
I had tried up to three bands in my private sessions, but never got to a fourth. By the time I had loaded and positioned three, my balls were cold and discolored. I had brought a pack of twenty rings. I jerked and thrust even harder with my hips when the second band was placed. When the third band snapped around my sac, I desperately needed her to rub my cock. I said so and she laughed as the fourth band produced a jerk and renewed hip thrusts. By the seventh band, I was running out of sac to trap. My balls looked like two plums glued at the end of a green striped pencil and I was certain I was going to go insane if I didn’t get my cock touched. I would have rubbed my cock against sandpaper or shards of glass if it were placed near my thrusting hips.
“Suga, I must say, this has been a fun hour, but your time is almost up. Where would you like to spend your last load?”
I moaned into the pillow and with a foggy mind, tried to make sense of her words. She kept talking. She squeezed her breasts together. She bent over. She made a wanking motion with her hand.
“Well, since you can’t decide, I guess it is house choice. I choose, a blowjob.”
She slid between my thighs and sucked my plums. At first, I was frustrated that she had missed the obvious target. Then she licked up the rings, flicking each with her tongue. Tracing the veins on my cock with her moist tongue, she arrived at the head and swallowed my shaft whole. I thrust into the warm throat. Her tongue ring was compressed between her chin and the first ring on my sac as I coated her tonsils with cream. The springs in the bed beneath her head creaked as I jack hammered her skull with an orgasm Ill never forget. I grew soft in her mouth and she spat me out.
“Now lets finish up,” she said as she grabbed the small curved scissors from the briefcase. I had often used them to get underneath the bands and carefully remove them without cutting the sensitive sac. I begged her to hurry and cut them off. I had never had the bands on this long, or this many.
“Don’t worry Suga, I know, I know.”
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They bounced slightly as they hit the spring mattress. I remember that. One small green band remained at the top of my sac, just under my soft cock. The other bands followed my plums as they bounced from the bed to the floor. It was at that moment, I realized that I had picked the stupidest working girl from the line up.