Play wrestling with my girlfriend, and how I got manhandled and a night of ballbusting for it.

As with my other writings, these are some of my “daily life” experiences with this person I adore and love.

My partner (29 NB) is on the shorter side, slavic, dark short hair, the face of an innocent angel, tits too perky for their size and a smoking hot body with thighs and a butt out of this world. Me (29NB) as well, but the type with balls:), tall with long dark curly hair, tanned skin and an honestly pretty mid physique, a bit below average down there and overall quite androgynous.

… This particular evening started with us chilling in a big carpeted attic room, a candle lit in the middle of it and little else for lighting, we were smoking weed, chilling and talking about fantasies and game ideas, particularly sexual and kinky ones we might want to explore, many were shared but the one which had the highlight today was wrestling.

When the topic came up I asked her if she’d be down for trying to pin each other down, playfully but with real intent, I was not planning on holding back, part of me wanted to win and have them pinned down at my mercy, part of me hoped that if pushed her hard enough then she wouldn’t have any choice but to go for my balls to keep control. Either possibility drove me mad horny. Have a helpless beauty all for me or be at her mercy... of which has little of, she gets off seeing me suffer. Busting me HARD.

“You will start pinned down and have to free yourself, it is only fair” she tells me, followed by a very enticing “I will have a little surprise at the end for you”. And so I get on my back and start below her, her hips sitting on my lap and her hands pinned down… I was in my under wear, she was topless with just panties on, I had a perfect view of her tits hanging in front of me while her big butt pressed down on my lap, the “masculine pride” in me was certain that even from this position surely if I try enough, male biology and height difference would be plenty enough to get on top of her and make her mine.

… We start. I wriggle and struggle around when I soon realize her butt and hips felt planted like a tree on the floor, heavy and unnmovable, my upper body might be stronger but the only inches being moved down there were my growing erection from rubbing against her ass and pussy when I struggled around. I did not expect to feel so genuinely helpless but there I was, wholly unable to get her off me (I am a bit weak for masculine biology though still easily stronger than all my girl - friends). I tried different ideas and get pinned back down every time, at some point it was so lopsided she was kissing me all over to distract and tease me and that was enough to keep me down, at this point I am panting, feeling rather defeated and a bit humiliated that I could not even get her to go for my balls, yet I was right where I wanted to be, looking deeply into each other’s eyes with heavy breathing, both of us knowing just how manhandled I had been tonight already, how she had me under her thumb.

Thus, proclaiming victory, it was time for their little surprise… “This is going to be your participation trophy” she says as her hand slides down my skin until finally clasping my right testicle in between her fingers and slowly starts squeezing harder… Yet oddly light for what we are used to and before agony could really start setting she let’s go off her grip.

“Now this is MY prize trophy for winning”, she tells me as she pushes me on my back. spreads my legs wide and locks them with her own getting on top of me…

Now usually she would gauge my reaction and go from there, not this time, she decided her prize was going to be punching me as hard as she wants as many times as she wants without concern for anything but her own amusement and pleasure, I can safeword and that’s all we need, I WANT her so bad to let herself go on me, and so she first makes a few swings in the air a few times, a motion almost like the swing of a golf club.

I am full of tension and excitement of not knowing when her first would miss the air and go for my balls instead, and so the first comes and Fuck, I Know she means business, her aim has gotten so much better over time, a STRONG swing lands squarely in my balls I am already suppressing my body shaking and my voice from whining. Another one comes, the pain jolts from my balls and is already overwhelming my whole body, before I had time to register she swings her fist yet again right on target, each hit harder than the last, at this point normally I would be struggling a lot more but knowing this was her reward made me want to take it all with as much composure as someone whose balls are being mercilessly beaten can have, it goes on for a few more, I did not have the zen to count how many they were, my body had the single of mission of trying it’s hardest to let her have all her fun and way with me to her heart’s content.

“Last 5” she says, whenever I get a number at this point I know it means she’s going to go “for the kill”, the next punch lands and another one shortly after, FUCK, my legs want to close and they want to open, I want to wriggle my way out, I want to stay under her so bad, I want to protect my family jewels, at least some of my instincts tell me so, yet the raging boner I had and the desire for her to make a mess out of me is so much stronger. And happily I whimper and shake while trying my hardest to stay still. Third punch… Even harder than the previous ones, I am in immense pain yet also so very horny that it mixes and dissolves in the pleasure, agony feels like orgasm, that deep pain in my balls travelling through my abdomen felt like love itself. So much of me wants me to protect my precious jewels, but the LUST for her and her torture on me was so much stronger.

“Last two”, she says as she does exaggerated wind up motions making me flinch in fear in response every time until I let my guard down the tiniest bit and WHAM, her full fist dead on my testicles, I can feel her knuckles and palm crushing my balls against my pelvis and before I can fully understand whats going on her final punch lands, yet again the pain is as unbearable as it is intoxicating, endorphins rush my body from the torture, oxytocin overflows from our love, I am both agonizing and in Cloud Nine… Some people feel unlucky to have this fetish but damn if that’s not me, no vanilla sex has ever matched these feelings for me…

Triumphantly she lets go of the lock she had on my legs. Immediately I fall into fetal position, and as I am wriggling around with hands in crotch she closes onto my face and whispers softly into my ear “You did great baby”, followed by a shower of kisses on my face and her fingers delicately running through my body, rubbing my back, looking at me like a piece of art in satisfaction of what she did, she had completely manhandled me even before ballbusting and now there was, dripping wet and justly full of herself as she sees me struggling for minutes and minutes before being able to function again.

It’s getting quite literally hot in here, she says we should go downstairs for water and chill down, yet I got so fucking horny from this that I was struggling with the thought of wanting a break and wanting more, more pain, more agony, more helplessness. I wanted to feel her imposing herself onto me more, to break me. Realizing the responsible adult thing to do right now is to take care of our bodies and get hydration but also still struggling to get up from the previous busting, I plead to her (being the painslut that I am) “If I force myself up right now, could you reward me with hurting me more afterarrds?” - “...Yes, I WILL make you regret asking for it”...

And so did the first half of the night end. I struggled my way up and followed my partner’s lead downstairs to rest for a bit and what ensued later was one of the most magical, romantic and hardest ball kicks I have experienced in my life… (and a bit of her busting me with her HARD with a dildo significantly bigger than what I am packing myself)

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I’ll make part 2 if I have the time and people would like to read more of this little adventure:). Any constructive writing feedback is appreciated as well! What you would like to hear more details of, what you might want less focus on, that kind of thing.