Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 5 of 5): Release Day (Chunk 2 of 3) The Main Event [Femdom][Chastity][CBT]

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**Phase #1**


Emily and Veronica both picked up their glasses of wine, took a sip, returned the glasses to the end table and got to their places. Veronica sat down on the couch and kicked up her legs to rest them on my back. Emily went to the folding table and squirted a couple drops of lube into her palm. She grabbed the glass off the coffee table and took her place behind me, beside my open legs. With her lubed up hand she reached around my thigh and began to slowly stroke my cock. I can’t even describe how amazing it felt. It was like my cock was all nerve endings, alive and firing all at once. It was incredible. Instantly, all feelings of pain from my testicles were gone although as they bounced around freely while she stroked I could still feel their tenderness.


“Emily, don’t forget what I taught you.”


“I won’t.”


I couldn’t help but moan, the feeling was just unreal. My breathing quickened and after probably only 30 seconds I was ready to pop. My moaning increased both in volume and tone. I could feel Emily slow her pace a bit as she got the glass into place at the head of my cock with her other hand, momentarily distracted. The coldness of the glass was a little bit of a shock to the edges of my cock head but it didn’t take me out of it.


Now I was past the point of no return. AAAHHHH. The stroking stops all at once. Emily instead formed a circle with her thumb and first two fingers and held my cock at its base. Nooooo, all the orgasmic feelings were all of a sudden gone as my cock just sat there and danced, held in place by Emily’s three fingers and tossing stream after stream of pent up man juice into the cold glass. Pumping away on its own like a mindless zombie with no pleasure whatsoever for me. I tried to rock my hips so I could get the sensation of her fingers to grant me that much needed orgasm sensation, but I was bound too tight. I couldn’t believe it. All that waiting and for what? Nothing! No orgasm. Nothing. Fuck! So much frustration despite having just came. “Why? Why did you do that?”


“This isn’t all fun and gamesss. Some of this is just business.”


Veronica laughed at Emily’s comments. She took her legs off my back and walked over to Emily to get a better look. “Did you catch it all?”


“Suuuure did!”


“Impressive, especially for how much his cock was trying to jump.”


“I knooooww. It wasn’t easy.”


“Did you squeeze out the rest of it yet?”


“Noooope, not yet.”


“Ok, well you don’t have to hold his cock anymore. It’s not going to be dancing anymore.”


“Ooook.”


“Go ahead and massage his taint. Start there just below his butthole, press firmly, and rub all the way down towards his cock. Move your fingers down along, almost through his scrotum. Do you feel the base of his erection through his scrotum?”


“Yuuup.”


“Good, rub up the base of his erection until his balls get in the way. Now you can wring his cock out like you would a wet towel or milking a cow’s teat. Get every last drop,” Veronica instructed with surgical accuracy. “That looks great. You can wring it a couple of times to make sure you get it all.”


“I think that's it.” Emily pulled the shot glass away but before she did she was sure to wipe any cum still left on the head of my cock onto the inside rim of the glass. She held up the glass to Veronica for approval.


“Wow, that’s almost a record. I can’t believe it. Almost half an ounce! Mike, you are already almost halfway there!” Veronica teased.


“So just one more and we are done? That’s noooo fun,” Emily pouted.


“Actually it’s going to take a lot more than one. In fact the average man cums anywhere from half to a full teaspoon of giz each time. On the low end, that means six more times to fill the glass and on the high end, just three more times. I think, with my help, it will only take another two,” Veronica said boastfully. “We….well, I guess HE, just got lucky on his first one because he had been backed up for a full week. The next ones won’t come so easy.”


“I see.”




**Phase #2**


“So Emily, why don’t you set down the glass for now and put the humbler on him. Just like I showed you,” Veronica instructed.


“OooK!” Emily stood up and thought for a moment on where to set the cup as her eyes glanced around the room until they settled on me. A big smile came over her face. She bent over and set the glass on the coffee table just inches in front of my face. Great, now I have to sit here and smell it, this tiny little glass filled halfway up with my milky juices in it. Some of it still clung to the sides and was slowly sliding down. The smell was too much so I lifted my head up and switched it to look at the other side.


“No no, little puppy. Turn your head and think about what you just did,” Veronica jested.


So I turned my head back to face the glass and as I did I felt Emily pull my balls back behind me and flopped them over the side of a cold piece of wood. I heard a metal on wood sliding sound and felt another cold piece of wood on top of the scrotum skin. The wood was cold and my balls wanted to retract but Emily was able to hold up the two wood pieces and keep my balls back tightly between them.


“Cooould I get a little help Veronica? I need someone to put the wingnuts on the humbler while I make sure his balls stay in the small gap.”


“Sure honey, say no more.” Veronica grabbed the wingnuts off the floor and spun them onto what I can only assume were the bolts that aligned the first wood piece to the second. I have never used a humbler before but I have seen them. They are like a stockade for your nuts. They keep the nuts pulled back tightly behind the body. It’s typically two lengths of wood with a gap between them to hold the nuts. The wood pieces go behind your thighs and make it so you cannot stand up. I imagine if I were to try and stand that it would pull on my nuts too hard. As it stands right now, they already feel stretched out to their max.


Veronica finishes tightening the wingnuts and Emily lets go of the humbler. It drops maybe an inch or two but doesn’t go far. For the most part, it stays right in place. My poor helpless nuts are prominently on display completely behind the rest of my body.


“Whoooaaa, I can see why you recommended this toooy Veronica,” Emily says with awe and wonder.


“Right? It’s one of my favorites. So for the next one we are going to have to wait at least 20 minutes. The average man has a refractory period, or recovery time, of about 20 minutes, less if properly motivated. So we have some time to kill,” Veronica explained.


“Ahh ooook. I think I remember you telling me that.”


“Yup. But that also works to our advantage. Remember, we need to abuse his testicles for a little bit anyways?”


“Yes, I vaguely remember yooouu saying that,” Emily replied hazily.


“It’s the body’s survival technique,” Veronica went on to explain. “If the body fears that its ability to reproduce is under attack or it’s at its end it will go into overdrive producing more sperm. Like one last final hurrah! Its last chance to procreate. So it puts all its men out onto the field. Gives it everything it has to try and make that one last baby,” she explained with great confidence and joy.


“We aren’t gooooing to cause permanent damage are weeeee?”


“No, no. We just have to make the body think we are going to. Catch my drift?”


“Hahaha. Yeeees!”


“Mike, we are going to beat on your balls now. Do you understand?” Veronica explained slowly and condescendingly.


“Please no. I can fill up the cup. I don’t need anymore pain down there!! Really! Please don’t. I give up. No more. I can’t do it.” SLAP. “ooooooooooooffff.” A powerful slap to my balls. Before I could react. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. “ooooooooooofff” Veronica was still standing in front of me. It’s Emily slapping my trapped balls. “What? Why?”


“I got siiickk of listening to yooou beg. You made your bed now lay in it. Take it like a man or we will gag yooou,” Emily commanded fiercely.


“HAHA nicely done Emily!” Veronica cheered on with pride.


SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP-SLAP-SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP-SLAP. Holy hell this is awful. Every slap hurts like hell on my aching balls. The one nice thing about the humbler pulling my balls tight like this is that I don’t have hardly any of the stomach side effects. The pain seems to be localized to just my balls. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. It still hurts like hell though. SLAP SLAP SLAP. She is like a kitten back there, aggressively batting a ball of yarn. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. “ooooooooooooooooh, please. Oooooooooh.” SLAAAP SLAAP SLAP SLAP SLAP


“I told yoooooou. No begging.” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP “Oh Veronica, they are turning such a pretty shade of red.” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.


“Oh, you are right. Wonderful!. Here..” Veronica grabs something off the table of toys. “...Try this out.” It appears to be a paddle of some kind. It’s black and covered in leather but it appears to have some padding to it.


Emily grabs the paddle from Veronica. THUMP……THUMP THUMP THUMP.


“Oooooooooooooooooohhh.” This hurts way more in my balls than what her hand was doing. With each thump I can feel my balls compress briefly between the leather paddle and the wooden backstop of the humbler. THUMP…THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP…..THUMP THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP…THUMP….THUMP…THUMP THUMP.


“OMG this is soooo much funnnnnn. I love the sound it makes!!!”


THUMP THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP THUMP.


“I know! It’s great for tenderizing a pair of captive balls,” Veronica agreed.


THUMP THUMP….THUMP THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP THUMP. I can’t take much more of this. There are tears in my eyes. Her lack of any rhythm is making it difficult for my testicles to even try to adapt to the pain or recover whatsoever in between impacts. “ooooooooooooooooh.” THUMP….THUMP THUMP….THUMP…THUMP THUMP…THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.


“Whew, my wrist is getting a little tired. What other toys do yooooou have up there Veronica?”


Veronica smiled. “Go check it out, there should be some others up there.”


“OK”


Emily got up and put the paddle down on the table and went rummaging around for her next tool of testicle torment. Meanwhile, I finally had a moment to breathe while the pain fully set in from her barrage of attacks. The stomach pain was still quite minimal luckily, but my balls ached and throbbed like there was no tomorrow. The pain was almost surreal. It felt like my balls were throbbing, then squeezing?


I look behind me over my shoulder, careful not to knock over the half-filled shot glass of spunk, to see what is going on. Sure enough, it’s Veronica standing behind me with her foot up on the humbler. She is pressing the bottom of her foot down onto my balls, twisting and grinding her foot like she is putting out a cigarette. She has a large devilish grin on her face and is holding her wine as well. She really is a pro. The squeezing, crushing pain is incredibly intense. What makes it worse is how the pressure rotates from one spot on my testicles to another. I can’t breathe. They feel like they are going through some sort of meat tenderizer.


“I think I found a good ooooone,” Emily exclaimed.


Veronica nonchalantly took her foot off my testicles like nothing ever happened. “Yes, that will be fun although it may be a little light to cause a ton of pain.”


Emily was holding a yellow plastic toy baseball bat. “Ehhh, I will give it a try.”


TWANG TWANG TWANG miss TWANG. UGGGH, it didn’t seem to cause any new heights of pain but it did seem to prolong the deep dull pain caused by Veronica’s foot. What hurt the most was the sting. That bat stung like crazy. I began to pray that she wouldn’t split me open. TWANG TWANG miss TWANG miss miss TWANG.


“You’re right, this one doesn’t seem to be dooooing enough,” Emily complained and threw the bat onto the table. It bounced when it landed but somehow didn’t roll off.


“Yeah, I was afraid of that. Listen, I love watching you go to town on Mike’s nuts like that but perhaps we better see if his little peepee is ready for round two. I am sure his battered balls have had enough time to stockpile some more baby batter by now.”


“OK!” Emily said excitedly. She went back to the table and put some more lube into her strong hand then went back to her previous position behind me off and off to the side, grabbing the glass of cum as she did. Due to the pulling from the humbler my dick pointed straight down now. She placed the glass below the tip of my dick on the floor and began to gently tug on my cock. My balls throbbed and ached like crazy so I was flaccid to begin with, but it didn’t take long for me to get hard with her warm and soothing touch. She slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft, twisting her wrist as she did to increase the sensation. She knows what I like.


It took a bit longer this time, but sure enough, after just five minutes I was ready to pop for a second time. “Hhaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa.” My breathing labored and I tried not to let it show. I didn’t want her ruining this orgasm too. I didn’t care if it didn’t fill the glass, I needed to orgasm. “Hhhhaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” I couldn’t help myself, I let it show. She reached down, grabbed the glass and held it up to the tip of my dick. Her stroking hand once again became a ring, holding my shaft near the base. God damnit. She’s gotten better at this. Perhaps she has sobered up a bit or gotten the hang of it. Past the point of no return, my dick begins to pulsate on its own and spew more milky white fluid. BAM, a massive thump to my nuts. I feel the impact but initially there is no pain.


“Shit, I missed a gob of cum Veronica. When you hit him it made his cock jump ooooout of the glass,” Emily said quite miffed, still actively trying to catch the remaining ropes of semen erupting from my cock.


“Sorry about that, I forgot to mention that a big impact to the testicles during orgasm will force more cum out of the balls,” Veronica stated matter of factly.


“It’s fine, but I think whatever extra you just produced ended up in the caaarpet.”


“Oooooooooooh” the pain! Every time I think it can’t get any worse Veronica manages to bring it to new heights. This time the heavy impact has traveled into my stomach. My stomach is tied up and in knots and I quickly try to breath and swallow, anything to keep my dinner down. “Heeee heee hoooo hooo heee hee hoooo.”


“Did I get you pretty good with that one Mike?” Veronica asked.


“Heeee heee hoooo hooo heee hee hoooo.”


“Hahaha I suppose I did” Veronica chuckled. “I was just trying to help.”


“Hoooooo hooooooooo hooooooo.” I bet you were.


Emily began to massage my taint once more, down to the underside of the balls. Then gripped my penis and pulled down like she was milking a cow, determined to get every last drop.


“How did we do Emily?” Veronica inquired.


“Noooot great. It’s only about two thirds full, maybe almost three quarters,” she estimated.




**Phase #3**


“Well that’s ok. For round three I will bring out the big guns. Go ahead and set down the glass Emily.” Emily set the glass on the table again, just an inch from my nose. “Mike, don’t you dare move your head away.”


“Hoooooooo hooooooo.” The smell of cum was so strong I could almost taste it. Especially with my deep labored breathing from Veronica’s strike. “Hoooooooo hooooooo.”


“Our third and hopefully final round will be electro-shock ‘therapy’,” Veronica said with air quotes around ‘therapy.’


“Please…….No……..” I pleaded.


“Oh huusshhh you big baby,” Emily snapped.


“As I was saying. Electro: is a fun, fascinating and very effective tool for stimulating sperm production. Here is how it's going to work. I have already trimmed these two TENS unit sticky pads to roughly the size of Mike’s testicles. We stick one to the left side of Mike’s left testicle and one to the right side of Mike’s right testicle. They are already nice and tight in the humbler so we don’t have to worry about having good contact. Let’s put them on like so…” Veronica knelt down behind me and I could feel a cool soothing feeling on the left side of my balls, then a cool soothing feeling on the right side.


“Notice how I placed them evenly on each side?”


“Ooooh, yup. Yes I doooo.”


“I do that because I want the flow of electricity to be evenly distributed. I don’t want the pads to be closer together on one side versus the other.”


“Ahhhhh.”


“Next, for good measure, I lightly wrap his balls with a bit of electrical tape. This helps maintain full contact with the pads to the balls. I’ve learned to use electrical because it is non-conductive, basically the electricity will only go from one pad, through the balls, into the other pad, nothing on the outside of the scrotum. We want him to get the full experience don’t we?’


“Sure do!”


“Pleeeeassseee….” I whimper weakly. Once again I feel more cooling getting wrapped around my balls, undeterred by my pleas.


“See, we only need about two loops around to cover the pads completely. We want to keep it tight enough to hold the pads on but loose enough for his balls to grow in response to the stimulus,” Veronica instructed. “Now that the pads are securely in place, let's wire him up.”


“OK!”


Veronica made her way back to the table and picked up a small cardboard box. The cool tape and pads were no longer cool and had already warmed up to my body temp. Now, I just felt a gentle warm cupping sensation.


Veronica knelt down on the floor and went through the contents of the box on the floor. “Ok we need this cable here. I plug this into channel one on my control box. We only need one channel for his balls because each channel has a positive and a negative, I have been assured multiple times that both positive and negative hurt equally.” Veronica chuckled to herself as if remembering a humorous past experience.


“Please.”


“SHUT UUUP MIKE! I won’t say it again,” Emily yelled.


“Where were we….oh yes, we only need one channel. Ok, I am going to hook up the red, positive terminal to his left testicle.” Click. “..and hook up the black, negative terminal to his right.” Click. “With this, the electricity will enter his balls on the left, cause a little bit of a raucous, and exit through the right.”


“Mmmmmm yummy.”


“Now let’s give the box some power. With this particular box we can use 9v batteries or plug it into the wall. For me, I ALWAYS plug it into the wall. I don’t want it to lose intensity or for it to die in the middle of a session. Catch my drift?”


“Oooh yes.”


“Ok, now before we set a program we need to dial in the intensity first. You hear that Mike?”


“Yes.”


“OK good. I am going to put a test program on, mostly just low static. I need you to talk to me here. You need to be direct and completely honest with me for this to work properly. You got it?”


“Yes Veronica.”


“Good, I will know if you are being untruthful too. I’ve done this test many times and I know the typical range of men’s testicle sensitivity. If you lie to me I will just set the baseline for your session at the top of my range. Ok?”


“OK, I got it.”


“The static program is set. Now I am going to turn on the device and slowly turn up the intensity. Mike I need you to be very descriptive about what you are feeling. Let me know the moment you feel something.”


“OK.”


Veronica slowly begins to turn the dial and carefully studies my face while Emily is enamored by the flashing lights on the control box. Eventually I begin to feel a tickle on the outside of my balls. “Ha ok, that tickles.”


“Good Mike, very good. I am going to continue to turn up the dial, talk me through it as the sensation varies.”


“Ok……………….Ok, that feels a little scratchy, like fingernails………..oooh, harder fingernail scratches…………..OOOOOOWWWW THAT FEELS LIKE NAILS, ACTUAL NAILS DRIVEN INTO MY BALLS.”


“Perfect! Thank you Mike.” Veronica spins the intensity knob back down to zero.


“Hhaaaa ahaaaaaa haaaa.” Yeow that fucking hurt. I’m doomed.


“Ok Emily, that gave us some very good results. He first experienced the tickles around level 40, the scratches were in the 50 level range and his deadstop at around a level of 60. Since we are setting the intensity for the LOWEST the program will go we want to set it around level 40 where he just started to feel it, his minimum, but maybe we go a touch higher for good measure. Now if he is a bad boy, we know that just a short amount of time on a program at level 60 or so and he will likely be crying.”


“Ok.”


“Let’s put a gag on him for this next step. If he gets too rowdy I don’t want the neighbors getting called.”


What? How bad is this going to be compared to what I have already experienced thus far? “Neighbors?” I ask cautiously.


“Oh just you hush and don’t worry about a thing Mike,” Veronica attempted to comfort me. “Emily, you do the gag and I will set up the program.”


Emily got up and grabbed an orange ball gag with black strap from the folding table. She grabbed the glass from in front of my face and moved it out of harm's way down the table. “Open up Mike.”


I paused a moment, “AHHHHH-OPPE.” The orange ball was shoved into my mouth. I lifted my head to assist Emily in putting on the gag. I wanted to protest but there was no way I was in any position so I might as well speed things along. She pulled the straps around my head and fastened them together at the back. While she was doing this, Veronica was messing around on her phone.


“I have the perfect program created. It’s exactly thirty minutes. Well I actually have two programs. The short program and the long program, but I think we only need the short today. Plus his balls have already been in the humbler for over 20 minutes and I don’t want to keep them in there longer than an hour.”


“Oook,” Emily said and listened intently.


“Now that Mike is gagged, let me tell you about this program real quick. I worked with and commissioned a sound engineer who’s a master in the CBT field to help me create it. He’s a real sadistic son of a bitch, plus he has testicles so he was able to test all of these sound patterns directly to understand their full effect. The program is designed to be used in its entirety. You don’t just play one part for a short while and quit. It’s really fun. I call it my ‘set it and forget it’ routine, because once I start playing the thirty minute audio file from my phone, the hardware does all the rest. I don’t have to lift a finger and there they are, bound helpless and in complete misery for half an hour… or an hour for the bad boys.”


“Whoooa,” Emily was stunned.


“The program’s routine is filled with many highs and lows. It varies the sensations throughout to keep the pain fresh but also provides cool downs and short lulls so that the balls can have a little bit of relief. There are even a couple sensations that I am told are quite pleasurable. The cool downs serve two purposes. One, it prevents sensory overload and two, after every recovery the next wave of pain can reach new heights.”


“As far as the waves go it’s roughly as follows: it climbs to a low pain, hovers, then slowly back down, then up to a medium pain then slowly back down, medium high then down to low, high then down to medium-low,” All the while Veronica was explaining how the program’s intensity varied she waved her hand up and down to illustrate her point. “High, medium, ultra high, low, medium-high, low, with a couple surprises mixed in.”


She’s done this a lot. Or maybe she was just kind of guessing at it, either way I was scared shitless.


“So there it is. My phone is already wired up to the control box and the audio file is open in the music app. All I need to do is set the voltage level on the control box and hit play. As for the level, let’s be a little naughty and set it at level 45, what do you think?”


“I don’t knooow, what do yoooou think?”


“I think level 45 should be fine for him. It may be a little more intense for him than most, because I usually just set it at a slave’s minimum but we are on a mission here. Scare those balls into producing sperm like their lives depended on it. Zap the sperm right out of them,” Veronica said with a chuckle. “Oh! Speaking of which. Men have been known to leak A LOT of precum during this. The electricity often teases it right out of them. We better save what we extract from him during the program and add it to the glass.”


“OK!”


“Can you grab a plate and set it under his cock? I doubt you want to stay under him for thirty minutes holding the glass up to his cock head. I also don’t want to tape or strap the glass to his cock in case it dances from the pain and spills some. We don’t want to make this any harder on poor Mike than it has to be.”


“Suurre!” Emily ran into the kitchen and came back with a thin ceramic dinner place which she set on the ground between my legs. Or at least I think she did, I couldn’t see it but I could feel the cold edges on the insides of my knees. “The plate is allll set.”


“Ok. Just going to turn on the control box now…..Check. Make sure the input is set to use the auxiliary jack i.e. my phone….Check. Now turning the voltage up to level for…ty…..five…..Check. You ready Emily?”


“YUUUP!!”


“Mike, you ready?”


“Hmmmmpffffff.”


“Good enough. And away…we…go.” Veronica taps her phone screen and watches the screen for a moment, probably to make sure that time is elapsing. She sets her phone and the control box down on the coffee table above my head within view of the couch, careful not to knock over the glass of my semen. “This is my favorite part. I love to watch the pain climb and see them struggle. Should we make ourselves more comfortable?”


“Suuure!”


The lights on the control box begin to flicker, the front of the box is not visible to me but I can see the reflection of the lights off the shine of the sturdy wooden table. I feel a gentle tracing around both of my balls, like someone is touching the surface with their finger. “mmmmmmm.”


“How are you doing on wine, Emily?”


“I’m a little looow.”


“Ok, let me top you off. I’m low too.” Veronica grabs the half full bottle of wine off the end table and empties it into their glasses. She hands one of the glasses to Emily and motions for her to sit on the couch. Emily takes her glass and sits at the end of the couch directly in front of the control box. Veronica sits in the middle of the couch and puts her legs up on my upper back as she had before.


“Thank yooou.” Emily continued, “The lights are soo pretty.”


“I know right? Just think, every little flicker of the red light represents lots of little electrons surging through your hubby’s testicles. The waves and patterns dictate how they affect those balls. Some patterns attack the surface and some attack deep within.”


“That’s craaaaazy.”


The right light begins to flicker more brightly. “hhhhhhhhhhhRRRRMMMFFF.”


“Oh, look at him wince with pain, you can see the strain in his eyes.”


“Ooooh.”


“This first high is a doozy, it kind of sets the pace for the rest of the routine.”


The tracing has turned into a kneading feeling. It feels like my balls are getting rolled around and mashed between two hard plates. The crushing kneading feeling continues to intensify until it’s peak which it seems to hold for an eternity but in reality was probably only 30 seconds before it slowly crept back down to a light tracing feeling once more. Whew, I survived the first wave. How long has it been I wonder? An hour?


“That was the warm up wave. We are about a minute in,” Veronica said with pride for both of us to hear. “You having fun there Mike?”


“Hrrrmppfff..”


“You haven’t seen anything yet. You better buckle up. Haha”


The red light begins to flash again more strongly and the next wave approaches……and so it goes on for the next 29 more minutes. It was a very intricate and elaborate program I will say. I would love to give you the exact play by play but honestly I kind of blacked out at times from the intense pain. I will tell you what I can remember though.


There were anywhere from eight to twelve waves of intense pain. Each wave seemed to be a slightly different sensation although there seemed to be a lot that penetrated deep within the testicles. There were sensations that felt like nails being driven through my balls, some that were like an intense buzzing where my balls felt like they were being speedbagged at an incredible rate, some that felt like a crushing feeling, and others that just fucking stung, like I touched my balls to an electric fence or zapper toy. Oh, and there were definitely some surprises mixed in. It didn’t always transition smoothly from one wave to the next. Sometimes there would be a medium to large jolt from out of the blue that felt like a giant slap to the balls, sometimes multiple jolts, those were rough.


All in all, I would say the first 15 minutes I think I handled like a trooper. I moaned and bit the gag heavily as my body clenched from the pain, panting deeply into the mouthpiece. The next ten minutes were above my tolerance, essentially pure torture. I am sure I was thrashing about like a madman with the women just chit chatting on the couch, drinking their wine and enjoying the show. Those ten minutes were absolute hell. Had they taken off my mouth piece I would have told them anything they wanted to know. During the peak of that ten minutes, I would have confessed to crimes I hadn’t even committed!


The five minutes at the end was more of a cool down with a couple flicks of pain mixed in. By the end of it all I was whimpering like a wounded puppy and had a large pool of drool next to my mouth on the table. I was a broken man, at least I thought I might still be a man, I hoped I was. I really wouldn’t want to ever be on Veronica’s bad side. Especially with such an effective torture device at her disposal.


The red light finally stopped flashing.


“Awww is thaaat it?” Emily asked disappointedly. “I only got through one glass of winnnne. I was too busy chatting and watching the flashing light.”


“We can do it again if you want?” Veronica asked genuinely.


“Naaaaw, let’s see hoooow weeee did.”


“Ok, it’s up to you.”


Emily set down her empty glass onto the end table and got up off the couch to walk around to my backside. She made a sniffing sound in the air just above my balls. “They don’t smelllll fried,” she mocked. She poked and prodded at the exposed portion of my balls not covered by pads or electrical tape. “They are verrrrry cold though.”


“Oh ok, we better move this along then,” Veronica said, displaying some concern.


“Ok.”


“For his next milking his nerves are likely pretty fried at this point, so we are going to have to increase the sensation on his cock if we are going to extract any more cum from it. Especially after having cum twice already.”


“Surrre.”


Veronica continued on, “For this lets use my Hitachi Magic wand with a silicone cock sleeve.”


“Oooh that sounds cool!”


“It is, guys typically can’t last more than a minute or two without blowing their load. Hahaha. Ok, so I need you to remove his gag, then grab the big white and blue vibrator, the one with the plug in cord (I also don’t like that one running out of juice mid-session) and the clear silicone cock sleeve with it. I am going to undo the electrodes.”


Emily did as she was told and first removed my gag. It felt good to take deep breaths again. She set the gag on the table and picked up a massive vibrator along with the sleeve. Veronica went around behind me and pushed the precum catching plate from between my legs to under the middle of the table out of the way. She began removing the tape and the sticky TENS unit pads, quite aggressively I might add. It didn’t sting too bad because my balls were pretty numb but she still could have been a little more gentle about it. SLAP SLAP. Two quick slaps assured me that my balls were still back there and fully functional.


“Wakey wakey little balls,” Veronica mocked. “Welcome back to the real world.”


I wanted to voice a snide remark but the end was in sight. I just bit my tongue and tried to vent the pain through my breathing.


“Ok, I have the vibrator and sleeeeeve.”


“Good, go ahead and stretch the sleeve as much as you can and bring it up around Mike’s cock. It might be a little tricky to get his flaccid penis to fill the full tube but don’t be bashful. You can grab the head of his cock to pull it through the rest of the way. We want his head sticking out the top, like a really long turtleneck.”


Emily laughed at the thought but did exactly that. She stretched the sleeve out and brought it up around my cock and let it go with a SNAP. It stung a bit but nothing I couldn’t handle. Then she fished her fingers into the top of the sleeve and found my cock head which she pinched tightly and pulled the rest of the way through. Veronica plugged the vibrator into the same extension cord that the control box had been previously plugged into. She then attached the sleeve to the head of the vibrator.


“Ok, it looks like we are ready for extraction!,” Veronica enthusiastically called out. “Grab the glass, this will come out quick. Prepare to catch it. I will work the vibrator.”


“Alllllrighty” Emily got the glass and sat behind me, next to my spread legs as she had the previous two times. Veronica knelt behind me, between my legs, and held the large vibrator.


“Ready Emily?”


“Reaaaady!”


“Here we go!”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ My cock quickly stiffened at the vibrations and filled the sleeve more fully. BUUZZZZZZZZZZ. I was hard as a ROCK. BZZZZZZZZZ.

I began to breathe deeply, rapidly approaching a powerful orgasm. BZZZZ.


“Now Emily this tool is very powerful at generating orgasms but it’s very difficult to get the sleeve off of him in time to ruin his orgasm. As many times as I have tried in the past, men are still able to enjoy it even when I shut the vibrator off at climax, it’s the damn sleeve. So for this orgasm, we are not actually going to ruin it for him.”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“Ooooh?”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“Yeah, we are going to let him have this one…..but we are going to punish him for it afterwards. You just be ready for that cum. His orgasm will likely come quicker than usual and often without warning.”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“OOook.”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ “haaaaaaa haaaaa.” My breathing rapidly increases in speed and sharpness. BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZ I. Can’t. Hold. It. Any. Longer…. BOOOM. One of the most intense orgasms I have ever felt in my entire life. I came so hard I began to tremble and shake. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed over me, it flooded my mind and consumed my everything. It kept going and going until….I was done and then I was REALLY done. Yet the vibrator kept on going. The vibration train ran off the rails at the end of the pleasure track and kept right on at full steam ahead. “Hhhhhaaaaa AhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OMG OMG OMG OMG PLLEEEEAASSSE VVVERRRRONNICCA STOOPPP.”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“Hahahaha you like that Mike? Dance for me!”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“AAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG” I thrashed like a crazy man in my bindings. I thought I might even break the leather straps but they held tight. Crazy to think that in mere seconds I could go from pure heaven straight down to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. “PLEASE PLEAAAASSEE AAAAHHHH”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ


“No such luck there Mike. I told you we were going to give you an orgasm and you were going to pay for it.”


BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZ

After roughly a minute of the most sensory overload I have ever experienced, my cock had finally had enough and went numb. I slowly stopped thrashing and returned to my breathing.