TW: FxM, Dubcon ballbusting.
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Devon knew he should not have expected her to be kind. Or, at least, not hurt him him. He heaved out a sob, and she reached forward and stroked his cheek. “Shh, it’s okay. Do you want me to touch your cock?”
“Yes,” he groaned. She moved her hand around it, firm, tight, fast. He remembered that he was allowed to touch her and put his hands on her thighs, thrusting with vigor. Then, as his body started tightening, she let go.
“I’ll keep touching you if you let me tighten it. Do you want me to tighten it?”
“Yes,” he begged.
“How many?” she asked.
He paused, knowing very well that this might be a trick. “One.”
“It would make me really happy if you chose two,” she said. “I’m not going to force you, but I’d be proud of you for taking it like a good boy. Can you do two for me?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Good boy. Two full turns, each side, each hand.”
“Four?”
“You can be my brave, strong man and take it for me, can’t you?” she stroked up and down his chest.
“Yes,” he whimpered.
“Fast or slow?”
He squeezed his eyes tight, deciding. “Fast.”
She then turned the screws with a quick strength, the pain on his balls a fast throb.
When she got two done, she giggled at his groaning, and leaned down, licking his cock once from base to tip. “You can do it my little pet. You can handle that for me, right babe? We agreed, and I want to be able to depend on you.”
“Yes,” he croaked, throat raw.
She switched her hands. “These ones are going to have to be slower, with my arms crossed.” He couldn’t answer but to whimper, and this time it wasn’t a shower of pain, but a literal feeling of his testicle skin stretched thin and the delicate meat inside being formed like playdough, turning into a fat, thick snake. He tried to breath through the pain, but the groaning and sobbing overtook each time she got a good part of the spin in.
“Good boy,” she said when she was done. “My beautiful little pet. You earned two strokes.”
“Two?” he whispered, crying. He knew he should be thankful she was being so kind, but it killed him to know this would continue for hours, likely him getting a few strokes at a time. And he thought this might be the things that finally popped her balls. And he was pretty sure he would thank her for it.
“I know, two is almost none. If you’re willing to give up your two, which is basically none, I’ll give you a special prize when the vice is tight enough that my finger can’t go through.”
Devon swallowed. Have his balls flatten thinner than a finger? But would it happen either way? Was he allowed to ask?
“Okay Patty,” he whispered. “If that’s what will make you happy.”
“But I want you to want it honey. Can you say it? Say, please don’t stroke me, crush my balls instead.”
“Please don’t stroke me, crush my balls instead.”
“Good boy,” she said. “I know this is going to hurt, my pet, so I need proof you want to do it. I want you to be the one that twists the knobs. I’ll tell you as soon as you can stop.”
He wasn’t sure he could, but he saw her sweet, innocent smile and knew he had to. He grabbed both knobs and started slowly spinning them, not being able to go fast with how much more strength it took with his balls already flattened. He swore he could feel the testicle meat breaking into chunks, though he wasn’t sure it actually worked that way.
“Is that far enough?” he asked in a shaking voice, tear streaming down his face.
“Oh, honey,” she said softly. “I said I would tell you. That you could trust me. If you want to learn to obey me long-term, then I need to punish you. Do you want to learn to obey me long-term?”
He paused. He wanted her forever, possible, what was the punishment? Still, somehow, he wanted to obey her even in that. “Please punish me.”
“Oh, poor boy, I’m so thankful I have you, but you’re not going to like what I’m going to have to do.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to need to pop one of your balls.”
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