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Eventually Friday "ball busting" day! My first moments of conscientiousness were incredible. I'd finally dozed off the previous night with the excitement of what the morning would bring and my cock was as hard as ever. I decided to make coffee and toast and take it back to my bed to eat it. I noticed the slight tremble in me fingers whenever I used them. It was Jesse the night before (Rohan's girlfriend) who had passed me the form that I had to complete to give to the parlour operators. She actually took it in as it was on her way through the city. She was a lovely sweet girl with tightly curled hair that perfectly framed her face. They would then send it to the customers they thought would be most interested and arrange the "meeting". I had also added a photograph of me in some hugging jeans that gave a hint of swelling where the balls rested. I was proud of that touch. It did not show my face as that was the confidentially rule. I let my mind drift before I added any ticks to the boxes or words in the appropriate blank spaces. My mind went straight to those days before the first time I got my nuts crushed. That feeling again arose within me and stirred my guts in a good way and gave me a slight bile taste in my mouth. Then the glorious events of that day, accidentally running into her in that busy hallway. She looked so fresh and her beautiful thighs had that shape that men love. The swelling towards the top of the thighs that showed her coming maturity. Her face had already tightened to match her cold purposefulness and the brutal manner that would be of its execution. It was barely moments before she reached me, and delivered the strike. I caught the flip of her light dress and the devastating pain that hit like a thunderbolt. Then after the first strike she evaluated the look on my face and realized more had to be done, then she gripped my shoulders but not in a comforting way to stop me falling over but to steady me to get her aim right , then this time her thigh going deeper to deliver a crushing blow that caught not only my balls but even crushed my dick and caused me to feel light on my feet . It was brutal. I took to the form again and put what I thought in it by the strongest words possible that I was only interested in getting my balls busted. I wanted that feeling again. I also added that it had been tried before but unsuccessfully, so I needed a women who meant business and could deliver. Busting those balls in a the most cruel and callous way. It added some zest to the day by doing that and knowing what I had set up. Each question was answered in the same way so my intentions would not be missed. There would also be the odd "wild card" I thought who would come in and who really knew what their intentions were? I got up and showered and shaved myself clean to that little b oy look as I was quite thin and could easily look younger than my real age. Once I'd dressed I went out to enjoy the town and bought a sandwich and a cola to put in my pocket to have later on. The smell of the city air was pure joy to me and a small bustle began to build. I went for a walk through the parks and just kidded myself that I was just filling in time. The glorious feeling of wild excitement filled my insides and soon I would have that glorious pain in my balls again that I loved. That feeling of having my balls the object of her hatred. The brutal intent of her actions! Maybe even the devastation and realization that they could not be saved and then it would be a pityfull ride in an ambulance to the hospital, admitted to the ward to have them removed. This outcome would in its way be something that I would cherish later on. I eventually arrived a little early for my shift and was greeted warmly. We went over a few things and I was curious about some sounds that I could pick up. They were already opened up for the evening and he took me in to a room to see how it all worked. A guy was in there intently studying the monitors that showed what was going on. A young guy could be seen taking it on his behind by a girl with a bull whip. The way his little buttocks shook with strokes were truly magnificent and took me to another place as a and being treated by my drunken father. My mother had left him and it was left up to me where I wanted to go. I would often be at the mercy of his drunken rage being rudely chucked onto my bed to have my pants taken down to reveal my bare little bottom that was given a thrashing. He would sometimes show up at my bed at night full of remorse at what he had done and the next day I got given money. I got used to it and learned that awesome delight in being used in that way and even thought it could have been better. I thought I should give him a cane for his birthday.  But back to my story I could feel the pain he felt in his little ass and had a longing for it myself. Her anger crossed her face as she gave out that beating with the bullwhip. The operator noticed the look in my face and despite my strict motives decided to give me a pleasant surprise .       |
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9/19/2021 4:38 pm |
You know that rawness in your ass feeling. 
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