Testing the toys-part two

When we left, Jacob had jus finished paddling my ass a second time, finishing off with three whacks on my balls with the flat of the paddle.

As I was recovering from the ache in my balls from being paddled, Jacob said, “ Just wanted you to know that I was going to tend to your balls for a while now.” With that statement he led me back to the stands where I had been before, had me step up on them, legs wide apart. He fastened my ankles, then released my wrists from the collar and once again pulled them up and out so I was like a big X, and stretched tight in that position.

I saw him pick up a cloth bag that appeared to have a drawstring. He had a refrigerator in the basement, and he went over to it with a cup and the bag and filled the cup with crushed ice, then held the bag so some ice fell into it, too. The bag seemed to have quite a bit of ice in it. He got a length of cord and brought all of it over to where I was secured. He pulled the bag up under my balls until the ice was against the bag. Oh! Damn! That’s cold! With the cord he tied the bag so it couldn’t close or fall held by the ring on my collar. Then he picked up the cup and poured the ice into the bag, making sure it went all the way around my balls. Then he pulled the drawstring closed, it packed the ice against my sac almost all the way up to my cock. The sensation was intense, so cold it hurt, and there was no escape. It wasn’t long before I felt cold water running down my legs, and it felt like my balls were trying to get up inside me. I found myself squirming to try to get relief, and none came. Jacob was sitting on the bench just watching me wiggle.

I don’t know how long it was, but it seemed like forever, before he came over to me. I thought he was going to take off the ice, but instead, he put a metal clip on the tip end of the head of my cock and hooked a wire from my shock box to it. He went behind me and I felt what I was sure was the anal electrode being pushed into my ass. It wasn’t long before I knew I was right; as he turned the crank and the shock from the end of my cock to my ass made me forget about my near frozen balls, and I howled in pain. Then he took the ice bag and the electric contacts off. My ball sac had shrunk up so the balls were tight up against my cock base. They were so cold that I didn’t even feel the first four or five hits up between my legs with the leather slapper, I didn’t feel them at first that is, all of a sudden my sac was like it was on fire and the ache in my balls went halfway up my belly. I couldn’t keep from a scream as Jacob started fondling the end of my cock, rubbing and masturbating it, which mad the ache in my balls worse.

The whipping and cock play did make my sac start to get back to normal, and Jacob kept playing with me until I was near orgasm, and then just massaged my balls. When he seemed to tire of that, he released the tension on the ropes to my wrists and had me bend forward at the waist. During all of this, the video cameras had been running. Now he brought the eye covers down so I was blindfolded. I had no way of knowing what he was up to, but the next thing I could tell by the feel was something being attached to my ball sac between my balls and the base of my cock. At first, it was just there, then I could feel it being moved and a slight pull and something against my thighs just below my ass cheeks. Then I felt the stands my feet were on being moved closer together. I suddenly realized that I had been fitted out with a Humbler. I knew then what was coming next, but was in no position to do anything about it. As Jacob retightened the ropes attached to my wrists, no matter how hard I tried to keep bent forward at the hips, I kept having to stand up more. My sac, once shriveled up to my cock by the ice bag, was now stretched so it was pulling my cock pointed straight down, my balls pulled tight against the Humbler. When he got me as upright as he figured he could, I could feel him tie off the ropes, holding me in position. I next felt something touching the humbler, and then something against my balls. Very quickly, there was pressure on my balls and the pain that only comes from having your balls squeezed began. It would tighten until I moaned a protest and stop. I became accustomed to the pressure and more was applied, each time taking longer before the pain diminished, until finally it didn’t, and the pain kept shooting up my gut on both sides.

My cock, all this time, was pointing straight down and was pulled so it almost disappeared into my body. Jacob was looking for it and at first, all he could see was the end of the foreskin. At this time he opened the eye holes in he mask so I could see. He thought my cock’s disappearing was funny and took a picture between my legs. After letting me stand with my balls stretched and squeezed for a while, he removed the pressure plate and the separated the two halves of the Humbler, releasing my balls and letting my cock reappear. The relief was immediate and very welcome, but I soon learned that it would be short lived. Releasing my wrists from the ropes that had pulled my arms up, he refastened them to my collar, this time behind my head. After fondling my balls that were recovering from their adventure with the Humbler, he picked up the end of my cock and pushed the foreskin back to expose the cock head. He found a clamp and tightened it (Ouch! Ouch!) on my cock just back of the head, released my ankles from the stands, attached a leash to my cock clamp and led me by the cock over to the table.

He had me get on the table and placed me on my back, leaving my hands where they were, behind my head, with my elbows out to the side of the table where straps were put around my upper arms, holding them down. My ankles were connected together using the ankle restraints, and strapped down. Jacob then asked, “Which do you think will be best to pick you up? The old ball crusher, or the new roller yoke?” “Pick me up? How?”, was my reply. “By the balls. What did I tell you I was going to work on?” I was sure that the old ball crusher that I had modified to stretch and squeeze would be likely to work better, if there is such a thing, for the purpose, and said so.

Without a word he went and picked up the ball crusher, brought it back and closed and tightened the two round clamping rods on my ball sac between my cock and balls. He tightened them to their minimum quarter inch separation, leaving the pressure block loose and not touching my balls. He then said, “I’m leaving the cock clamp on, I don’t want your cock to disappear again.” As he lowered a hook from a pulley attached to a floor joist, what I feared became obvious. He intended to lift my hips off the table by clamp on my balls. The hook was on a rope set up like a block and tackle, and he put the hook into the eyebolt in the pressure plate. Then, after pulling the rope tight, he attached the end to a crank operated winch mounted on a floor support post. As he turned the crank, I could hear a ratchet click as the pull on my balls increased. It didn’t take too many clicks before all the slack was gone, and my sac began to stretch as the skin slid through between the rods, pulling my balls ever tighter against them.

I could look over my chest and see the head of my cock and the clamp being pulled toward my balls that were visible tight against the crusher rods. A few more clicks and both the sharp pain of having the skin stretched and he ache from my balls being pulled into the quarter inch gap between the rods started getting pretty severe. I raised my hips as much as possible to try to relieve the strain. In the long run, that mad it worse. I couldn’t hold myself up for long and then, my butt being off the table, my balls supported all the weight centered at my waist. I wouldn’t have believed that my whole lower body could be held up by a clamp on my balls, but there I was, and there was nowhere near the pain I had imagined this would cause, at leas at first. When Jacob then started tightening the wind nuts on the pressure block, it hand the effect of lifting me higher, and as I was hung there longer, it began to hurt more, a lot more, especially when the block started to squeeze my balls that were already being pinched, hard.

All at once, Jacob released the winch and my butt hit the table and the clamps bounced around, and Oh! Wow! The relief hurt as much or more than the lift. Jacob again massaged my aching balls as he released my ankles and removed the clamp on my cock. My cock head tingled as the full blood flow returned and he masturbated it slowly as I relaxed on the table. He played with me until I was almost in orgasm, oh! that felt good. When he stopped, I really wanted him to go on and get me off, but he just released my arms and helped me sit up and get off the table so he could position me at the end of the table.

Once there, he had me bend forward over the table, unfastened my wrists from the collar and pulled them to the other end of the table and secured them there. He had m move my feet to the sides of the table end and secured them there. I couldn’t see from where I was but it sounded like he was again repositioning the video cameras. The next thing was a swat on the ass with a paddle, followed by at least twenty-five more. I was sue my butt was on fire before he finished. I don’t know what it was, maybe a rubber band, but I got three stinging snaps on each ball from something that really got my attention.

I felt something cool, like a gel being spread and rubbed into my ass cheeks that really felt good after that spanking. Then he seemed to be working the gel into my ass, and then some kind of anal toy that must have been quite large was pushed into me and a vibrator turned on as he worked it in and out. Though it stretched my ass, it still felt great. Then he stopped and pulled it out. I felt him moving closer, and then the unmistakable feel of a cock against my ass pushing in. I could feel his cock as it went in as far as he could get it, and started to fuck my ass. His cock was not overly big, and his fucking really felt good, even better than the toy. It went on for some time until I could tell he had cum and his cock came out. He wiped off my ass, released my feet and hands. Then had me get back on the table on my back, refastening my hands where they had just been, adjusted the table so he could fasten my legs wide apart.

Once again, he played with my cock and balls, and again getting me almost to orgasm before stopping and closing the eye holes on my mask. Not being able to see, I could only guess about what was next, and I’m not good at that. All at once, Jesus Christ! My left nipple burned like fury! Damn! Then the same thing on the right nipple, I didn’t have to guess any more! He had found my candles! When he knew that I had to know what was going on, he lifted the eye covers so I could see where he was going to wax, knowing that the anticipation is about as bad as the drop of wax. He moved down and let a drop fall on my belly, another Wow! The next drop hit my balls, and if loose, would have brought me off the table. He knew what he was doing, and the wax didn’t cause any burn injury, but had to be right at the edge of it.

Several more drops hit my balls, some hit my inner thighs, and then one hit my cock, and brought out a loud scream. Jacob said, “We can’t have you waking up the neighborhood.” He went and got my ball gag and got it in my mouth and secured. Now I could holler as loud as I wanted. Again, he picked up the candle, let a couple more drops fall on my balls, then on my cock again, the gag effectively quieting my howls. I felt him pushing my foreskin back to expose my cock head. My mind raced, I thought Oh! God! As he held my cock straight up and let a drop of wax fall directly on the slit. Had it not been for the gag, I would have awoken the dead. He let my cock fall to my belly and dropped another drop right on the glans. Another scream! Then came a drop on the top of my cock head, only slightly less fiery than the others.

Then it was time to pick off the wax. Other than around my nipples and belly, the wax was only on shaved or hairless areas and came off quite painlessly. He left me on the table, still gagged and went and washed his cock and balls and dried them with a towel. He then returned, removed the gag, and asked how I enjoyed the hot wax torment. After I told him it was the most intense thing I ever felt, he just smiled, climbed up on the table and shoved a now hard cock into my mouth to be sucked as he worked it to fuck my mouth. This time, it took almost fifteen minutes of sucking, licking, and gently using my teeth to stimulate his cock before I felt his cum squirt against my throat and I finished sucking him dry.

Still tied after he got off, he once again started fondling and masturbating me. This time, he used his mouth, sucking my cock, which this time got hard, and didn’t go soft until I got the most intense orgasm I ever felt. Since I lost the ability to ejaculate, my orgasms have always been more intense than they were when I actually came, but after all that had taken place, this one was wild. I didn’t quit breathing hard for almost twenty minutes.

After all that, we decided that the toys, and a whole lot more, worked just fine. He said that my roller ball stretcher/squeezer seemed unique and would see if we could either patent or just market a production model. We also agreed to meet again for a similar session when I could get away again, perhaps in a few months.