Anthony's message about testicle torture reminded me about a night that Mistress Carol and I decided to play a little game with our husband slaves. Names are changed to protect the innocent!
While eating lunch together in Central Park on a trip to New York City one day we saw a supervised group of school children having a tug of war. It gave me an idea!
We talked on the train on the trip back from New York about what we could do to our slaves two weekends later. We decided to not let either slave cum for two weeks, so that their balls would be really full and very sensitive, if not a little blue! We both love to tease our slaves until they beg us to cum. Both of us have very virile husbands, and they suffer a lot if we do not allow them release when they are very, very turned on. But, they know from experience that we will punish them severely for disobedience!
On Saturday night a couple of weekends later Carol and her husband, Slave Don, came over for dinner. We made Don and my hubby, Slave C, prepare and serve us our dinner. We insisted that they be completely nude, but Carol and I wore skirts and frilly white blouses with our high heels. Neither of us wore any underwear, because we wanted the slaves to get little flashes and be kept really horny. We made them prepare and serve the dinner on their knees, and during dinner we took turns with each slave in making them kneel under the table and service our pussies with their mouths.
After the dishes were cleared, we took them into the living room and made them put on their blindfolds while we set up the room. Then we bent them over the back of the couch and put onto each of them their leather "parachute" ball collars over their dangling testicles. A parachute ball collar gets its name from the fact that it looks like a miniature leather parachute, with a hole cut into the top of the part that looks like a canopy, and three short chains that lead down from the bottom edge of the canopy to a large metal ring. The sides of the canopy part open up, and then fasten together with two very sturdy snaps. This allows it to be put on with the testicles sticking down through the center hole, trapping them inside of the canopy in the inverted cone. When the ring on the ends of the chains is pulled, the cone slips down and tightens. The harder it is pulled the more the balls are squeezed together, crushing each other, but they can't get out because the small hole at the top will not let them slip through.
While we left them lying bent over the back of the couch, we moved some of the other living-room furniture out of the way. In the center of the living room carpet we took a 4' long piece of masking tape and made a line parallel to the end wall. Then, parallel to this and on each side of it, we put another 4' piece of tape about 5' away. Thus the outside tapes were 10' apart, with the center tape up the middle. We then went downstairs to my "toy" closet and brought up some additional equipment that we would need, and hid it in the dining room.
Carol and I decided to remove our skirts and blouses so that we would have more freedom of movement. She put on a white garter belt with white fish-net stockings, which looks really sexy with her darker complexion and her coal-black hair. I put on my black garter belt with sheer black stockings, which beautifully offsets the color of my long Norwegian blond hair and light skin. We then each got back into our high heeled shoes. The only other thing that Carol wore was a gold chain around her neck. I had on white pearls. By then our exposed nipples were hard as rocks in anticipation of what was about to happen!
When we were ready, we guided each of the two slaves to kneel down on the living room floor on top of one of the outside tapes, with one at each end of the room, and with their asses facing each other. We then tied a 10' bungee rope tightly between the rings on their respective ball collars, and to the exact center of the rope tied a red bandanna to make a "flag". Carol then went over to C and I went over to Don, and we sat down on the floor to talk quietly to our respective slaves for the evening (the other’s husband). It was time to build some deep fear and dread into each of these slaves.
As Carol did the same for C, I began to lightly rub Don's body all over as I very softly explained to him that we were going to have a tug of war, and that the object was for him to pull C by the balls a full 5' over the tape mark on which he, Don, was kneeling. I explained to him that it was very important to me for him to win, because the loser was going to have to experience a lot of very heavy punishment for the rest of the night. I threatened him with things like making him masturbate in front of us with his hands coated with Icy Hot; making him take a very long, large enema with water containing a lot of peppermint oil soap, oil of clove, and glycerine; making him give Slave C a blow-job and swallow his cum; and making him endure a very severe caning that would slightly break the skin and then have ten coats of Heet Liniment applied to his sore cheeks. As I talked I made sure to get my wet pussy close enough to his face that he could smell the aroma of my excitement.
As I was explaining this to Don, Carol was threatening C with similar dire and extremely painful punishments. I told Don that he must win at all costs, no matter how much it hurt his tender balls, for this would be a fitting tribute to me. I told him that I wanted him to really stretch that bungee cord and make it impossible for C to stay in place or move forward. I indicated that I wanted to see how much real pain he could take for me, and told him that the more he hurt the more I could get off. While I was talking to him I could see and feel his masochistic cock twitch as he knelt there wondering if he could endure such torture. I could see the sweat bead up on his brow. He knew from past experience with me that I do not make idle threats! I mentioned to him that if he won, not only could he participate in C's punishment, but that I would let him sleep with me for the rest of the night and cum in me as many times and as many ways as he wanted. But I stressed that he must win at all costs, and ignore any pain he was feeling. We also mentioned to each slave that neither one could use his hands or feet to touch his balls, cock, parachute, or the bungee rope for the rest of the evening, with dire consequences to follow if they disobeyed.
When I was finished, I looked over and saw that Carol was still talking to C, so I just kept quietly rubbing Don's body and stimulating him. His poor cock was being pulled back between his legs by the tension on the ball parachute, and as I rubbed the head of it with my finger it began to drip pre-cum. He was very turned on. My aroma was driving him crazy! I waited until Carol was finished, and then we were ready to begin. First, however, we removed each of their blindfolds so that they could see how much progress they were making toward their end of the room goal. At the sight of our nude pussies squatting so close to their respective faces we noticed that their cocks were trying to get hard, but were held back by the tension on the rope pulling on their balls, and Carol and I looked at one another and smiled our cruelest smiles.
We had them each move forward on their knees one step to tighten the rope more. Carol said, "ready, get set, GO!" C immediately lunged ahead, stretching the bungee cord and Don let out a scream and just stayed in place. For almost three minutes they kept pulling as hard as they dared, but neither made any headway. I got a riding crop, and gave Don a very hard one across the crown of his ass; he jerked forward, pulling C about one foot toward him. Carol took a 1/2" leather strap about 2' long and stood off to the side of C and gave his anus a hard slap with its tip, using all of her strength. C jumped forward, and pulled Don back almost three feet. As Don strained to prevent himself from moving farther, I looked at his large balls and noticed that they were very red and had swollen up to almost twice their normal size. C's were in a similar state.
She kept working with her strap on the valley between C's cheeks, and I started aiming my crop for similar territory on Don. Both of them had deep welts starting at the tip of their cheeks and leading down into the valley on each side. A couple of times Carol and I “accidentally” hit their stretched balls, eliciting loud screams of pain. Then, for the next few minutes Carol and I just watched, as the slaves each pulled harder and harder in an attempt to pull the other back over the line. Sweat was dripping off of their foreheads onto the carpet, and the muscle tension in each of their bodies showed us how hard they were each trying to win for their Mistress of the evening. The deep bluish-tinged red of their balls told us that they were suffering a lot and each trying hard to win, and Carol’s pussy and mine were each becoming very wet and engorged from watching the intense pain with which they were honoring us.
I whispered to Carol that it was about time to make them get off the dime, so we each put on latex gloves and lubricated our middle fingers with Ben Gay Extra-Strength Linament. Simultaneously we each shoved our fingers hard all the way up the ass of our respective slave and then slowly pulled them out. Then we rubbed the burning ointment up and down the valley of their asses, liberally coating the welts that we had made there. There was a pause of about 15 seconds and suddenly each slave began to beg us to let him go and to cry out to us that his tender rectum was burning. All of this time they kept pulling as hard as they could, and made small movements back and forth to try to cool their flaming assholes. They would go two feet forward and then two feet back. This went on for almost ten minutes, with neither of the slaves quite able to get the better of the other.
Carol and I then each armed ourselves with thin, very whippy 3' long rattan canes, and began brutally caning our slaves vulnerable asses. We started out slowly, and then increased the pace and the force of each blow. We hit both over and under the rope, catching their upper thighs as well as their cheeks. Every time that we would land a particularly hard stroke, or a brutal stroke to a particularly sensitive area, our slave would reflexively jerk forward, yanking hard on the stretchy cord connecting their balls to the other slave. After a while our strokes were crossing welts made earlier, which we knew was particularly painful. I could feel my pussy lubrication beginning to run down my thighs, and I could see that Carol was equally turned on. Each of us slipped on purpose a couple of times and hit the rope connecting their balls, and laughed as we heard the simultaneous cry from each slave.
By now the slaves were crying real tears. Don was sobbing at the top of his lungs, and begging to be released from the tug of war. What a turn-on it was for us! Yet neither one of the slaves wanted to give up and lose, for fear of the consequences. Carol and I have often talked about how lucky we are to have such masochistic husbands, for it allows us to give free reign to our most cruel sadistic erotic impulses.
I decided that the slaves each deserved to have a long, hard prod in his defenseless rectum, so I got a dildo that was about one foot long and 1 1/2" in diameter for C's ass and Carol went to her bag and got a similar one for me to use on Don. However, the one she gave me for Don was almost 1 3/4" in diameter, so I knew it would really stretch him. He has really tight asshole, and Carol delights in forcing him to stretch to take really large, long cocks. We lubricated the dildos with KY Jelly, and simultaneously shoved them into the asses of our respective slaves. We like KY because it wears off so quickly, increasing the friction.
At first they seemed to like it, for the cool KY helped temper the burning of the Ben Gay which we had put in earlier. We pushed the dildos in as far as they could go, making them jump forward when the tip prodded against the depths of their asses. Then we withdrew them all of the way out, so that we could shove them in again past the tight muscles there. We did this a several times, and each slave screamed that it was too big, and too long, and they begged us to take these hard rods out of their asses, but we refused. We knew that they would feel the head prodding deep inside them with every movement of their legs, and that we were going to make their legs do a lot of moving. By now their prostates must have been very swollen from the tension on their balls, so I am sure that the dildos were getting squeezed really tightly inside of them.
The tug of war continued for almost 45 minutes, and the slaves asses were covered with deep and very painful welts from the canes. Several times the dildos would start to slide out of each ass, only to be shoved by us rapidly back in all of the way. After about 1/2 hour we snapped onto their nipples little clamps with very sharp teeth. We had planned to weight these down after a few minutes, but decided to have mercy on them as we listened to their screams and sobbing. We didn't want to distract them from the pain in their balls by giving too much agony to their tender nipples. We knew that they each wanted to win badly (or rather to not lose), so it was exciting to see them forced to comDon with each other. We also knew that these two could take a lot, and I mean a lot, of pain. That's one of the reasons that we love them so much!
At long last Slave C gave a fast, hard lunge forward, and with a shout dragged a screaming Don way back over to C’s side of the room. We announced that the game was over, and that Slave C was the winner. The slaves both fell to the floor and just lay there moaning about their sore balls. They begged us to allow them to rub their aching sacks, and we refused. It took us almost five minutes to get the slacked bungee rope untied from their ball parachutes, for the knots had really tightened up a lot from all of the hard pulling.
Each one of them jumped and screamed when we unsnapped open the parachutes, and I am sure that the feeling of the circulation returning to their tender parts made their aching testicles really throb. I said to Carol, "Maybe I should take the thin leather paddle and give Don a hard ball spanking for losing." Don began to crawl rapidly away from me, but I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and held him back. I knew, however, that a ball spanking was out of the question right then; however, Don didn't realize I knew it! So the four of us came together in the middle of the living-room floor and we each hugged our own own husband and quieted his sobbing for a while.
We then made Don get up on his knees and go over to C and take C's cock into his mouth. Since neither he nor C are gay, and in fact were very virile, macho men, we knew the humiliation that he would feel. We love to force our husbands to be intimate with another man while we watch, for we know how they hate it; they will only do it for us, because they know we get off on watching it.
We stood watching as he was forced to give C a blow job, and insisted that he make C cum. Every time his chin hit C's sore balls we saw C jump. We encouraged Don to go faster, suck harder, take it way back in his throat, and so on. Since C hadn't cum for two weeks, when he did it was a big one and we made Don swallow every single drop, making fun of him all the time by calling him a pansy and a sissy.
C kept cumming for a long time, and we made Don keep his cock in his mouth for every second. Don's face was scarlet when he finished, and he couldn't bear to look any of the rest of us in the eye to share his humiliation. Carol and I have sexually shared one another's husbands many times, and had already decided that we would switch them that night. She decided that she would sleep with C in the upstairs guest room and give him his hard-earned reward, and I would take Don downstairs to continue his punishment. That was fine with me, but poor Don was shaking like a leaf with abject fear.
First, however, Carol wanted Don to suffer some more in front of all of us. She ordered C to fill the one-gallon enema bag to the top with very cold water and add Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Oil Soap to it. When he didn't add enough, Carol made him go back to the bathroom and add a full 4 ounces more of the stinging soap. She had him attach to the hose a hard rubber dildo-like nozzle about 1" in diameter and 8" long. Then, as we all watched, I made Don kneel in the center of the floor, with his ass up in the air and his nipples (still clamped) on the floor, and insert the nozzle deeply into his own asshole. I put the hose-clamp in his hand, and ordered him to take the enema himself in front of us. His face turned scarlet, but we insisted that he do it.
When he began to scream that the cramps were really bad, we allowed him to shut it off and wait for them to subside. Then we made him start it flowing again. It was so much fun watching his striped, welted ass wiggle as he tried to adjust to the torment inside!
We decided that the three of us would all take a vote on when Don was full enough, and that as soon as all three agreed we would allow him to go to the bathroom and expel the fluid privately. Carol and I had sympathy for him and were ready to allow him to stop after taking only half of the bag, because his cramps seemed so severe. We didn't think that he could take any more. But C, however, insisted that he had to take more as punishment for the pain he had inflicted on C's balls. He let Don turn it off several times, but then insisted that he turn it back on after a few seconds. I think that C was really getting off on being dominant to Don, who he had conquered in the game. He seemed to really want to humiliate Don to the maximum degree. C was merciless, and wouldn't let Don stop until he had taken just over 3/4 of the huge bag.
He then made Don kneel there with his striped ass high in the air as we made fun of his struggles with the cramps and threatened to make him take more. C threatened that when the one-gallon bag was empty he was going to give him some bulb enemas for good measure, but he was only kidding.
Finally we let him remove the nozzle, and insisted that he come over and kiss each of our assholes deeply before we would vote to allow him to go downstairs to the bathroom. He could hardly crawl, for fear of losing some of the solution. I am sure that the peppermint soap was greatly increasing the agony that he was feeling by the cramps irritating the sensitive inner lining of this rectum.
He had to go to the bathroom really badly, so we couldn't delay it any longer. Watching him crawl down the carDond stairs on his knees was exciting to all three of us, especially seeing his ass cheeks open and then squeeze together fast for each step. Slave C stayed two steps ahead of him all the way down, prepared to catch him if he started to fall downstairs on his head. I knew, and I am sure that he suspected, that I would have to rinse him out several times later to get rid of all of the soap.
I kissed Carol and C goodnight, and went downstairs to continue Don's punishment. I won't bore you with what I did to him, but suffice it to say that he was thoroughly punished over the course of the next three or four hours with some of my cruelest and most vicious toys. He was made to worship every part of my body repeatedly with his mouth and hands, and after I tightened a tiny leather strap around the base of his swollen and purple cock so that he couldn't ejaculate I used him as a live dildo until he gave me several shattering orgasms. The next day he was as limp as a dishrag, and his ass and nipples were almost black and blue. Carol mentioned later that his balls were very sore for almost three weeks. Aw, poor Don! He will not soon forget that session!!
Carol told me on Sunday morning that C was so horny when he got to the bedroom that they wound up fucking almost all night and got very little sleep! She teased him for a while, but finally his very high state of arousal got her so horny that she couldn't wait. They took four showers together during the night, and then kept going back for more sex in every manner and position possible. She looked exhausted and "fucked out", and she guaranteed me that she had emptied him out and that he wouldn't be able to cum again for days. She was mistaken, and I made him stand up and jerk off twice in front of all of us to prove it on Sunday afternoon after brunch!
Carol, by the way, said she has been fantasizing for a long time about getting a pair of some kind of buggies with well-lubricated ball bearing wheels, and attaching our slaves to them by the parachute ball collar. Then we could arm ourselves with long canes or dressage whips and get in the buggies and have a race outdoors in the bumpy field in back of their house in Guilderland. I wonder if this would be possible and if it could be done with no permanent damage to our slaves? We want it to be very, very, very painful, but not dangerous. Have any of you on this site ever tried something like that? What kind of buggy did you use?