Gay ball torture

The machine then switched off, his body collapsed back onto the frame, and he resumed his breathing in great panting gasps, like a man surfacing from the sea.

“Christ!” exclaimed Haley, “that looks as though it hurts”.

“Evidently it hurts more than anything we can physically do to him” explained Wanda.

Next, she fitted miniature gold crocodile clips to the end of each needle through his testicles. Communication between partners is crucial, and boundaries and limits should be established beforehand. The submissive partner is encouraged to communicate their comfort level throughout, and the session ends with aftercare and nurturing.

Overall, ball torture can be a thrilling and enjoyable practice for those who are interested in BDSM and exploring new forms of sexual pleasure.

Duct tape was used to hold the cable in position. Whilst it’s a design fault to have such tender organs on the outside of the body, it is tremendously handy for torturing sadists like us. “Right”, said Wanda, “let’s get number four switched on”. They both moved towards the first prisoner whose testicles had swollen to twice their normal size since their earlier brutal squeezing.

“Let’s get stuck into the last two”. “I’m sorry sweetie, have we been ignoring you?” she smiled. We don’t want him screaming with ball agony when we drain them dry, otherwise, he will not be able to cum properly.” 

She fitted the other ends of the cables into sockets on the rear of the controller on the trolley and plugged in the main cord to the wall socket.

To overcome this, you hold the complete scrotum in both hands like this and squeeze together as though you are praying. “In their wisdom,” Wanda continued, “our masters sometimes insist that after a session on certain prisoners, there should be absolutely no evidence that he has been tortured. Your nails should be blunt otherwise there is a danger of tearing the ball bag.”.

The ball stretched man gurgled deeply behind his gag as his testicles were now the furthest from his body than they had ever been in his life. “Ah,” she said, “you’ve smashed his left nut, here – feel”. At four turns, he became rigid and silent in his incredible agony. Taking the warm plump spongy glans in her hand, she pulled his cock up his belly and pushed it firmly down onto his smooth skin.

Only she knew which man out of the five was an intelligence officer in the enemy’s land forces. This was the officer. The prisoner now realized that his manhood would not survive this onslaught.