Saving his balls for later- part 5/5

Week 13

Sunday

"Good morning, sunshine!" I said, throwing open the curtains in Nick's room. He groaned, sore and groggy from his brutal beating the day before. "Let's see how those little nuts are doing today.” I sat on his bed and threw his covers back. Underneath his cock, trapped in its undersized cage, Nick's balls were absurdly red and swollen. At this point, it was hard to tell if their size was from damage or from not having any release for three weeks. I took them lightly in my hands, enjoying how well they fit into my palms in this state as Nick began to breath hard, anticipating pain. I was tempted to give them a friendly squeeze, but I fought the urge and set them down again gently.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm going to go very easy on you this week. I want those balls ready to take a beating next Saturday that you've never dreamed of..." I drifted off, lost in anticipation as Nick looked anxious. "Anyway," I said, getting back to the task at hand, which was to tease Nick as much as possible while I still had the chance. "Let's take a shower." I stood up and dropped my robe.

"Together?" He asked, sounding excited, ogling my tits. It seemed that no matter how frustrated contact with my naked body made him, he was still eager for it. I nodded and helped him get gingerly out of bed. When we reached the bathroom, I knelt down to unlock his cage.

"You know the routine," I said sternly. "It's just off for a thorough wash today, then you go right back in."

"But this time you'll be in the shower with me," he said happily, stepping into it. I turned the water on and a hard jet of scalding water blasted into his ball sack, eliciting his now familiar scream of pain.

"Oops," I said, genuinely having not meant to hurt him this time. I quickly directed the stream away from him and switched it to a much gentler setting as Nick recovered, hands on his knees. I joined him in the shower, being careful to not so much as brush his cock, its desperately straining hardness eager for the slightest contact in order to finally cum. I lathered up a loofa and handed it to Nick. He took his time washing me head to toe, practically drooling with lust.

"I'd return the favor," I told him. "But I think the second I touched your cock, it would erupt." He nodded in agreement and carefully washed it himself, gasping at the sensitivity of his deprived member. As we rinsed off, I wondered out loud how we would get his cock soft again to be able to cage it. Nick seemed to answer by stepping out of the tub, slipping in some water on the floor, and falling to a sitting position on the rim of the tub, crushing his balls between his body and the unforgiving porcelain. His eyes bugged, his mouth agape in a soundless scream. He pushed himself up only to slip again and smash his balls a second time.

"Jesus," I said, "Hold on," worried that he was going to nut himself before we could have any more fun with him. I got out of the tub and helped him stand up. He immediately lied down on the floor, groaning. I locked his cock back in its cage, this fresh trauma having been pretty successful at making it limp enough for the task. Then I sighed and went about the other frequent task of making sure his balls were still intact.

"Fuuuuuck," he moaned in agony as I gently handled them.

"Do you ever think your balls have a curse on them or something?" I asked, rolling his orbs between my fingers. "I mean, you get busted even without any women involved. Seriously though, maybe you would be better off without them. Think about how much pain you would have missed out on if I had just let Emma destroy them that day, when all of this started." I tightened my grip, just a little. "If you want, I could just break them right now. I'm sure it would hurt quite a lot, but really, think about it. No more pain, no more frustration."

"No," Nick moaned weakly. "Please don't."

"Have it your way," I said, and dropped them. They hit the tile floor with a smack and Nick yelped. After what I'm going to put you through this week, I thought, you might regret that decision.

Monday

"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself," I scolded, as I unhooked the front clasp of my bra and slowly removed it, my hips rocking in his lap, rubbing my pussy against his caged cock. Nick slid his hands up my writhing body to cup my breasts.

"I'm definitely enjoying it," he said. "I just... God, I just need to cum... My balls are so blue I feel like something is going to burst down there."

"Men are so dramatic," I said. "You should be happy, I don't give striptease lap dances to just anyone." I stood up on the chair he was seated in. "Pull my panties down." He obeyed eagerly. I turned around and lowered myself back down into his lap to rub my ass against his eager cock, so close to me, but unable to respond.

"Anyway, this is nothing," I said as he gripped my hips and groaned in frustration. "Tomorrow, we're going on a field trip."

Tuesday

After driving a nervous Nick into the city, I covered his eyes and marched him into the discreet building where my friend Monica held her strip class. I sat him on a chair in the center of the room and finally let him see his surroundings, enjoying watching his jaw drop as he looked around at the room full of topless women.

"Girls," said Monica, "Meet your volunteer for the day, Nick. You'll each be practicing your lap dance skills on Nick today, as well as what to do if a patron breaks any rules." She turned to me, "You did brief him on our rules?"

"Sure," I said, distracted by hot women and the horny young man they were currently tormenting with their existence.

"Great," she said. "Lucy? You're up first." Music was turned on and a raven-haired beauty stepped up to Nick and mounted him, beginning to undulate her body against his. She had an especially large, luscious pair of breasts and Nick instinctively reached for them, cupping them with both hands.

"Well, that was quick," Monica said, amused. "You know what to do, Lucy." Lucy slammed her fist down into Nick's nuts, crunching them mercilessly against the hard chair. Nick shrieked but was not quick enough to move his hands from Lucy's tits, earning him another hard shot.

I winced, realizing I had in fact forgotten to let Nick know the rules. "You have to keep your hands to yourself here," I told him and he quickly gripped the bottom of his chair while Lucy commenced her cock-teasing dance.

"Don't feel bad," Monica told him, chuckling. "It's good for the girls to practice that, too. Actually, if you don't mind, could you touch each of the girls? It would be a great opportunity for them to try out dissuasion techniques.”

Nick looked at me, alarmed and I nodded at him. How could I deny them such a great learning experience? Once Lucy was done, a petite blonde stepped up to him. Once again, Nick was teased with grinding until he was half crazy, before grabbing her by the hips. She swiftly dropped one knee down, smashing it into his balls. The girls giggled as Nick wailed in agony.

Five more girls followed after these two, following the same pattern of teasing and busting. His balls were stepped on, squeezed, kicked, and one girl even sat on them, smashing them under her firm ass. When the last girl stepped up, a beautiful black woman with a very sweet face and a nice round butt, Nick was spent, panting from frustration and clutching his abused balls.

She climbed into his lap gently and lifted his chin up to look into his blue eyes. "You're doing so good, sweetie," she said kindly. "I'm Mitzy. I'm going to take good care of you." She turned around and began to grind her beautiful ass against his caged cock. Nick seemed especially taken with her, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair in frustration. Towards the end of the dance, as instructed, he grabbed her ass, but Mitzy just smiled and kept working on him.

"Beautiful work," Monica said when she was finished. "That would drive any man crazy. But I will need to see the rule-breaking corrected."

Mitzy looked upset. "Aw, I don't want to hurt him, he's so sweet..."

"It's important that you learn to defend yourself," Monica insisted.

Realizing that this girl wasn't going to be able to bring herself to hurt him, I piped up. "Honestly, he enjoys it, it's his fetish. He really loves it. Right, Nick?” I gave him a warning look.

“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice cracking. “I love it. Please, hurt my balls.”

“Stand up,,” I ordered him. “Let her really get some practice in.”

Mitzy looked uncertain but stepped up to Nick gave him a light kick between the legs.

“That’s not going to dissuade a drunk man from groping you,” Monica scolded. “Do it harder!” Mitzy looked uncertainly at Nick.

"Yes, please," he said, not quite convincing but I appreciated him trying. "Please kick me hard in my balls."

"Okay, if you're sure." She took a step forward and swung her muscular leg up hard, smashing his balls into his pelvis.

"That's it!" Monica shouted. "Do a few more so you really have it down."

Mitzy, smiling now, fired three more rapid kicks into Nick's groin, holding her leg up and snapping it forward at the knee. "This is kind of fun," she admitted shyly, smiling.

Nick bent over, using the back of the chair to support himself, groaning. I thought he was probably trying to appear tough in front of all these attractive women, typically he would already be on the ground by now. I decided to take his pride down a notch.

"That was great," I told Mitzy quietly, so Nick wouldn't hear over the music. "But you should really finish him off. Pretend he's a guy who's really bothering you and you need to put him out of commission for the rest of the night. He'll love it!" I added when she looked uncertain.

Mitzy took a few steps back, aiming, then took a running start to where Nick stood bent over the chair, too distracted by nut pain to realize what was going on until Mitzy had launched a field goal style kick into his sack from behind. Nick shrieked like a banshee and folded up on the ground as the girls all cheered. After giving him a moment to roll around and moan about his aching nuts, Mitzy helped me support him as we walked him back to the car.

Wednesday

"I got you a present!" I announced to Nick that evening. He looked uncertainly at the item I thrust into his arms, a strap-on dildo.

"You're going to fuck me with this?" He asked, sounding like he was going to cry.

"No, silly!" I said, though it's not like the thought hadn't crossed my mind. "You're going to fuck me with it. Who knows when your hopeless ass will actually get the opportunity to lose your virginity? But you can at least learn how to fuck so you'll be ready someday. Strip."

Nick still looked uncertain but obeyed, and I took my clothes off as well. I helped him strap the dildo on. The fake, hard cock rested just above his real, caged one. "This is humiliating," he said sadly.

"I'm doing you a favor here," I told him and he gave me a "Yes, Miss," but still sounded glum. "If it makes you feel any better, your real dick is bigger," I admitted. He did seem to perk up just a bit. That was enough ego-stroking.

I shoved him backward on the bed and mounted the dildo. As I rode him, my tits bouncing in his face, he began to respond enthusiastically, thrusting his hips up into me. "There you go," I panted to him.

I showed Nick various positions and gave him pointers on technique. I had him work on me for hours, making cum time and time again. He seemed to especially like pounding me from the back, moaning in arousal even though his dick was getting nothing. We laid back on the bed afterward, me exhausted, him in a sexual frenzy.

"I'm begging you, Miss," he panted. "Can I please cum? I'll do anything. I'll get hit 40 times. I'll-" I swatted his balls, making him end his whining with an "oof."

"Just a few more days," I reminded him.

Thursday

"Round two," I announced to Nick in the evening, entering his room and holding up his strap-on. He began to strip with a resigned expression, excited and frustrated. "I have a surprise for you this time." Mitzy stepped into the room wearing a robe like me, looking shy but excited.

Nick started, looking thoroughly embarrassed by wearing his fake cock in front of another beautiful woman. "Don't worry," I soothed. "I explained to Mitzy all about your situation, and she wanted to join in."

We dropped our robes and I pulled them both into Nick's bed where Mitzy and I began to make out and feel up each other's tits. Nick watched ravenously, unconsciously reaching for his real cock and touching only metal.

I kissed down Mitzy's neck to her tits and sucked on her nipples as I played with her clit with my fingers. I commenced my trip down her body to eat her clean-shaven pussy. She began to moan and I snapped my fingers at Nick, who sat staring uselessly as if hypnotized. He looked at me and I pointed to my pussy.

He got behind me and ate me from behind before sliding the dildo inside me. We spent the evening working on each other, Mitzy and I cumming several times each. Nick's cock began to drip pre-cum uselessly as his body simulated sex over and over again. We finally collapsed together in exhaustion.

"You were so good, Nick," Mitzy said, panting, after he removed the strap-on and lied down with us. "And don't worry, I didn't forget about what you like." She pulled his slim body over so that he was lying on top of her, facing away, then reached down to spread his legs and held them open. She began to slam her knee up into his balls repeatedly, crushing them against his body.

"Do you like that, baby?" She crooned into his ear, while Nick whimpered, too stunned to react. She readjusted and began to alternate her knees, each of them slamming into his right and left nuts over and over again. When she finally stopped, she seemed to misinterpret his anguished expression.

"Not enough for you?" She asked, and reached down to grip each of his battered nuts in her hands. She squeezed them hard as his body convulsed, rolling his squashed nuts between her fingers. After a full minute, she finally released him, proudly smiling at how well she had obliterated his balls. I was stunned by this turn of events, but I didn't even have to remind him to be polite.

"Thank you," Nick managed to squeak.

Friday

We spent the day in bed resting. Well, resting Nick's balls, anyway, after their most frequent thrashing. I was cuddled up naked in bed with him all day, teasing. I kissed him deeply and rubbed my hands all over his body. I allowed him to touch me all over freely.

Deciding to step up the torment, I spent some time between his legs, allowing him to feel my warm breath on his cock. I even touched and licked the head of it through the bars of his cage as he panted and leaked pre-cum.

"Oh, it hurts," he moaned. I didn't know if he meant his cock expanding constantly against his cage or his blue, swollen balls.

"I know it does," I said dreamily. "Just wait."

Saturday

The girls wanted to have Nick out to the lagoon for old time's sake for their final round of punishing him. As I drove us out there, Nick was nervous but also excited, able to see the light at the end of the tunnel and the end of his month of torment.

"Uh, Miss?" He said. "Once I've completed my punishment, will you be assisting me with my orgasm? If I behave myself, of course."

"You'll be a free man once your beating is done and the cage is off," I said. "I won't bust your balls ever again, but I won't be getting your rocks off either." Nick looked conflicted.

We arrived and made our winding way down the path in anticipatory silence. As we stepped into the clearing where Nick got his balls crushed for the first time, we both gasped, looking around. The space had been filled various, cruel-looking wooden furniture. There was an X-shaped cross, a bench of sorts, both affixed with shackles, and a box with open sides and a small hole in the top.

"Welcome!" Said Natalie cheerfully, jumping up in down in excitement. She and Emma had dressed up for the occasion. Both topless, they were wearing thigh high stockings, garter belts, and lacy thongs. They were both strapped into towering, dangerous-looking Mary Jane heels, a little unsteady on the sand.

"How did you manage all this?" I marveled.

"Our old shop teacher, Mr. Handy made it for us," Emma said. "Do you remember him, Nick? If he thought the stuff we requested was weird, he didn't mention it. Since Nick is always flopping and falling all over the place, we thought it would be nice if we had a little assistance holing him still."

"All we had to do was take turns blowing him," Natalie added, giggling.

Nick gulped, looking around nervously.

"Well," I said. "I have a surprise for you girls, too. I know we were all looking forward to double punishment today, but I decided that's not enough for such an occasion. You can work him over to your heart's content." Until I think his balls absolutely can't take anymore, I thought.

The girls whooped in celebration as Nick looked like he might cry, but said nothing and proceeded to undress. "We'll have to leave him in the cage today, though," I added. "If one of you misses and kicks him in the dick he would probably cum."

They began by strapping Nick onto the X, his arms and legs drawn tightly away and his bag swinging freely with absolutely no escape. His balls were still quite swollen and covered with bruises of various stages.

"This is great, we can actually start kinda slow, get them softened up before we move onto the hard stuff," Natalie said happily and began to slap his balls, Nick grunting with each moment of contact. Emma joined her, giving them flicks and little tugs as well. They began to add in little jabs with their fists, and the occasional hard upper cut. They stepped back to admire their work so far, Nick already sweating, his chest heaving.

"He's ready," Emma said and kicked him, the hard toe of her heel connecting solidly with his left testicle and slamming it against his cage. Nick yelped. After three more hard kicks, he began to scream steadily, his agonized voice echoing over the lagoon.

The restraints and unlimited kicks allowed Emma to get into a steady rhythm of firing hard kicks into his helpless nut sack. After another dozen kicks from Emma, Natalie stepped up. Her longer, stronger legs delivered even harder kicks. After taking a dozen, Nick's voice gave out, and his screams were silent, his head thrown back. His body struggled to escape the cross, his legs desperately trying to close and protect his vulnerable nuts, but he was held fast.

Natalie stepped up to him and drove her knee into his swelling balls, smashing them flat. "Ooh," she said, "This is a great height for this." She gave him a few more brutal knees, then offered Emma to take over.

"I want him over there," Emma said, pointing to the bench with shackles at its feet. They released Nick from the cross and had to drag him over to the next torture device, his legs having gone out in weakness. They bent him over it and strapped his wrists and ankles to it, his legs forced apart.

Emma grabbed him by the hips and began to drive her knee into his dangling balls several times from behind. She stepped out of the way so Natalie could launch a running kick into them, crushing them flat against his body. Nick found his voice again and screamed. The girls laughed. After several more kicks a piece Natalie felt them roughly, digging her fingers in while Nick groaned.

"They're getting awfully soft, Nick!" She giggled. "We might break them! Imagine, if we put you through all this pain all this time just to take them away before you could ever get off again!" She taunted. "We should keep you a virgin forever!"

Emma looked a little too excited by her words. She cried, "Let's try the trample board!" They unshackled Nick and allowed him to flop backward onto the ground. He seemed more than a little out of it, groggy with pain.

"What is that thing, anyway?" I asked.

"You'll see!" Natalie placed the box over Nick's groin. She lied down next to Nick, picked up his scrotum and began to force his balls through the hole in the board. "The hole's a little small," she said, giggling as she forced his swollen nuts through so that they rested on top of the board.

"It's a little tall, too," Emma noted, peering underneath it. Nick's balls were stretched rather comically from his body.

"Oh, god..." He groaned, as Natalie stepped on top of the box. She took Emma by the hand and helped her step up on it in her heels. They gripped each other's arms for stability, their breasts brushing each other's, as they took turns stomping and stepping on Nick's balls. Occasionally one of them even pressed their pointy stilleto heel deep into the center of one of his nuts.

Nick wailed endlessly, his hands gripping the box, his legs scrambling wildly in the sand. His face was a mask of agony, tears streamed from his eyes. He made weak attempts to beg for mercy was mostly beyond words.

Finally ready for their grand finale on the box, the girls managed get part of both of their shoes onto each of his grotesquely ballooned nuts. They both leaned their weight forward onto his balls, flattening them. They bounced a little, pressing even deeper into his meat. I marveled that his nuts could take the pressure, sure they would explode at any second. They finally stepped off his balls, which miraculously resumed something close to their shape as Nick sobbed.

They stepped down and Natalie tugged the box up, but his balls got firmly stuck over the hole. They laughed at his expression as she pulled, smashing his balls against the board until Emma leaned over and punched each of his nuts through it. They fell hard on the ground.

Nick gently picked them up, not wanting to look at them but determining that they were still somehow intact. Emma pulled his hands away and pulled them over his head while Natalie kicked his legs apart. "Say goodbye to Nick's balls, Nat," Emma said. Natalie crouched and took them in her hands. She gave them a long, hard squeeze, digging her nails into them. Nick was all screamed out, but he groaned gutturally.

"Goodbye, Nick. You've been a good sport. It's been a lot of fun." She finally released them and traded places with Emma. Nick was panting but looked almost relieved. One squeeze from Emma and his torture was over, his cock free.

Emma knelt between his legs and picked up his testicles, probing her fingers into them. "They're so ready to break," she said quietly. She slowly began to squeeze harder and harder, looking Nick in the eyes as he looked back in abject misery. Soon she was squeezing with all her might, digging her fingers deep into the meat of his testicles. Nick was wild with pain, digging his heels into the sand, his arms struggling against Natalie.

As much as I loved watching, after over a minute of crushing, I knew I had to step in. "Um, Emma," I tried to call her back to the present. "That's enough, now. You don't want to actually break them..."

"I do want to break them," she said. "I'm going to. I'm going to ruin him forever." She squeezed even harder and Nick wailed, looking at me in panic. Natalie released his arms but he was too weakened by pain to pry Emma's fingers off his balls.

"Emma," Natalie scolded. "Let him go! He's done everything we asked, even more than what we asked. He deserves to keep his balls."

"No, he doesn't," Emma growled. I went up to her and tried pulling her arms off of him. Natalie came to help, but we only succeeded in pulling Nick's tightly held scrotum away from his body, making him scream even louder. We let go of Emma.

"I'm sorry it's come to this," I said and reached around to her tits, grabbing her nipples and twisting them as hard as I possibly could. She cried out, and gritted her teeth, but held tight. I let go and tried to think. I noted Emma's position on her knees, bent over, and got an idea.

"Mistress," Nick managed to whisper, looking at me desperately, then passed out, his eyes rolling back.

"Give me your shoes," I ordered Natalie, knowing I had only moments to act before Nick's nuts were destroyed. She obediently pulled her shoes off and handed them to me. I quickly strapped into them. I stood, aimed, pulled my leg back, and kicked Emma's pussy from behind as hard as I possibly could.

Emma froze, her eyes going wide in shock and pain. She finally dropped Nick's balls and grabbed her pussy, screaming. Judging from her reaction, my aim had been spot on and I'd nailed her clit with the hard point of the shoe. Still, she made another lunge toward Nick's tortured nuts, but Natalie stepped in, grabbing her by her thong and hauling her to her feet by it. Emma cried out, the fabric slipping between her pussy lips and straining against her sore clit.

"You gonna calm down?" Natalie asked, and actually lifted the smaller girl off her feet by her panties. I was impressed by the strength of the scanty fabric. Emma nodded frantically, eyes huge with pain, all of her weight resting on the panties splitting her lips. Natalie set her down and firmly put her arm around her, looking apologetically at me. "I'll make sure she gets out of here," she said as she steered limping, whimpering Emma away.

I went to Nick, who was still out cold, anxious to see if his balls had finally given out. They looked gruesome, huge, red, and misshapen, but were intact. I unlocked him, and watched in fascination as his cock immediately hardened. It seemed to stir him awake, though I think he regretted it. He moaned miserably.

"Are my balls gone? Did she ruin them? It hurts so fucking bad..."

"They're still with us," I said. "You got through it, and you're officially a free man." He looked down at his hard cock, and then looked up at me, his blue eyes thoughtful.

"What if... What if I don't want to be?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

He sighed. "I want you. If that means taking the cage, the pain... So be it."

"You know what you have to do then, if you want your reward today."

Nick looked anguished but struggled to his feet and spread his legs apart. "Please," he said. "I really don't have much left to give you..."

"Hush," I said. "You can't fall down, or you go back in the cage without cumming."

He nodded and steeled himself. I snapped a hard kick into his fragile balls, making him groan. I realized I was still wearing the brutal shoes Natalie had given me.

"Just a couple more," I said, soothing. I gave him a few lighter kicks, the top of my foot smacking against his sack as he grunted with the impact. I was fascinated to see his cock remained hard. Now that he was feeling safe, I hauled my leg back and slammed my foot mercilessly into his balls, crushing them against his body. It was too much for him, and he started to collapse, but I caught him, holding him up with my arms wrapped around him.

He started to thank me, but I drove my knee hard into nuts. He grabbed me by the shoulders, struggling to stay up and I kneed him a second time, and a third, this time lifting his skinny body off the ground, his nuts crushed between my knee and his body. I looked down at them, admiringly, the flesh bulged out grotesquely, on the verge of finally giving out. His cock was still rock hard, and was dripping a little pre-cum. "Good job, baby," I told him, and let him down.

He lied down on his back, on the edge of consciousness again. I pulled my dress off over my head, wearing nothing underneath it. I mounted him, my pussy dripping wet. I gave him a little kiss, and placed the head of his cock at my entrance.

"Are you ready to not be a virgin anymore?" I asked.

"Yes, please..." He said desperately. I slowly slid my pussy onto his cock, taking him inch by inch, enjoying the feeling of his big cock stretching me. Despite the incredible pain his balls must have been in, Nick was in ecstasy, his face rapt.

"Congratulations," I said once his was completely buried in me. I could tell he was on the verge of cumming already, and trying to fight it. I squeezed my pussy on his cock and he was helplessly pushed over the edge, moaning as he came deep inside me. I continued to ride him as his hands explored by ass, hips, and breasts, and minutes later his deprived cock came a second time, twitching inside me.

I paused to towel off some of the cum and mounted him again. "I expect to cum this time," I said sternly, and rode him again, this time grinding my clit against him and having him focus on playing with my nipples. Nick managed to repress his third orgasm until I was cumming hard, the various tortures of the day and all those to come filling my mind. My spasming pussy took him over the edge yet again.

I collapsed next to him, and we both lie panting for a while. "Thank you, Miss," he said, exhausted, or so I thought. His cock was still erect, and he began to stroke it lightly again. "May I fuck you again?" He asked, hopefully. I spread my legs.

"You're doing the work this time," I told him. He got on top of me and pushed himself in, the size of him even more apparent in this position. His hard thrusting felt incredible but he still only lasted about five minutes. I laughed at him as he came again, grunting.

"Your fourth time! And you still have no stamina? What am I going to do with you?" He had collapsed next to me again.

"It's more sensitive in that position," he defended himself weakly. "Maybe if you weren't so hot, and I hadn't been wanting to do this for months." He winced suddenly. "Fuck, my balls still hurt so bad. How long do you think they'll be sore this time?"

I thought probably a month, and that jostling them around while fucking all day wasn't going to help, but I just shrugged. We lounged for while, dozing a little. I woke up to Nick spooning me, his cock hard again, rubbing against me. I smiled and got on all fours. "Last time," I told him. "I would make it count. It's going to be a while until next time, trust me."

He got into position behind me and entered me again. My pussy was sore by now and I gasped but still loved the feeling of him filling me up. Nick began to run into a problem, anytime he began to pound me, his sore balls slapping against me made him cry out in pain. Being forced to slow down, we had a long leisurely fuck. He reached under me to play with my clit and nipples, making me cum again.

Nick outlasted what my pussy could take, and I began to throw it back on him to get him to cum. When he finally did, I reached back between our legs and gave his balls a little squeeze, raising the timbre of his orgasmic moan just a little.

"Nice and empty?" I asked, retrieving his cage as he lay back, panting.

He nodded. "Thank you, Miss," he said. "I can't believe how good that was."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I told him, locking his spent cock back in its prison. "Because I'm thinking two months this time around." I looked around at the various restraints in the clearing. "And I think in a few days we're going to take another trip out here. Just you and me."