Dimly lit room

I enter a dimly lit, richly furnished room where an 18-year-old muscular guy is lying, hand and foot bound to the bed.

It is very convenient that the author missed the attraction of this stallion to his lair. An introduction in a nightclub, sparks in the eyes, promises of the most powerful orgasm of his life, the author left out all these details so that readers can enjoy the icing on the cake.

So, in front of me was a hot muscular body, a gagged mouth, cute brown eyes that still do not know what he will have to go through today. Naked, he lay on a black bed, wearing only tight swimming trunks, comfortably fitting his strong legs. Through their fabric, the imposing silhouette of his genitals was visible. Fantasy drew a long penis and large juicy eggs, which were securely pressed to the groin with tight underwear, but at the same time they still protruded vulgarly forward. A barely noticeable path of hair led to the groin, the chest calmly heaved, still not knowing about the impending storm. He was strong, young and hot. I licked my lips in anticipation, looking at such a guy.

I wanted to please this stud who had already fucked so much that he was tired of regular sex and wanted "thrills". Well, we can. He himself offered to tie himself up, and told me to do whatever I wanted with him.

I approached him closer and announced the rules of the game:

- You will moan, scream, beg me to finish, but here I control everything. And you'll only come when I've played enough with you. Do you understand?

He nodded in agreement, mockery in his eyes. "Soon you won't be so funny," I thought.

I went down to him and began to caress his body. Kissing his neck, biting his nipples, so I went down to the groin, kissing his hot, strong torso on the way. Of course, he began to get excited, his swimming trunks became more voluminous, a steel rod formed in them, which wanted to jump out from under the elastic band. I sat astride his legs so that I had his crotch in front of me. Since his cock was already up and lying on its side, his balls were defenseless and stood out clearly from under tight shorts. I aimed and hit them with my fist, not very hard, after which I checked the reaction of my stallion. He tensed up, but since I didn't hit hard, there was no visible change. I tuned in, once again admired his huge balls, and entered them with a quick series of blows, several from both hands. His knees buckled and cramped, he reflexively wanted to cover his balls but couldn't. His breathing quickened, blood rushed to his face.

- Are you in pain? I asked him.

He nodded. Of course it hurts. This is the calculation. Let him enjoy through the pain. Let him crave this pleasure with every cell. He always got everything very easily. The sexiest guys and girls almost jumped on his juicy cock themselves, so over time he lost the excitement, the sense of achievement or victory, the pleasure after he came. Everything has become a routine. But it’s not scary, I’ll take you out of the routine, you will beg to finish, but I won’t give it to you so easily.

After a few more of these series of blows, I decided to change tactics: I pulled off his underpants, and his boner straightened to its full height. He was exactly 20 centimeters. After my surprise had passed, I squeezed his balls in a tight ring of thumb and forefinger, and with the other hand began to strike: first, second, fifth ... I was pleased to realize that now my fingers with such simple movements bring my the guy is in such pain. In my thoughts, I forget to stop, but I am pulled out of them by his animal roar, which speaks of how much it hurts him. His balls turned into the epicenter of his sensations, everything else ceased to exist, no extra thoughts. Heavy ragged breathing, wide-open cute eyes looked at me imploringly.

He deserves some fun. I take his surprisingly stone cock in my mouth and swallow all of its 20 centimeters. He moans heavily. I skillfully bring him to the peak of pleasure, at the same time caressing his excited nipples with my hands and stroking his relief hot body. But without bringing him to orgasm, I take his meaty balls in my hands and press my thumbs into them. I feel what a cocktail of pain and pleasure he is now experiencing. Probably, I manage to bring him out of the everyday bustle of carefree fucking. He had never wanted to finish like he did now.

I take his dick out of my mouth and begin to masturbate skillfully, driving him to the brink of orgasm. Periodically, I get distracted by his juicy balls and beat them with my fists. When I look at him during the blows, he closes his eyes, bites his lips, suppresses screams, but cannot help the groans escaping from his chest, throws his head back so that I can enjoy its contours, protruding Adam's apple, the refined features of his face. When I masturbate to him, he begins to move his pelvis to the beat of my movements, as if fucking my fist.

His penis grows even more, under it two fleshy spheres flaunt, already reddened and enlarged from my blows and his arousal.

“And now I’ll bite off your balls,” I tell him in the most firm voice.

His eyes widen, his breath hitches. I take his balls in my mouth, start gritting my teeth and look at his reaction: in his eyes I see a plea not to deprive him of his main source of masculinity and pleasure. A source without which a man is not a man. Horror is reflected in his eyes. I glare at him and clench my teeth even more, pull my head back to pull on his balls before finally closing my teeth, but he follows me as much as his bound limbs allow so that I don’t rip his balls out. But then I start licking his balls and gently sucking on each one. Fear disappears in his eyes, I feel how he relaxed, but still in excited tension. Now he is eager to finish with a triple desire. I again take his juicy dick in my mouth, speed up the pace, deeper and more often sitting on him with my head. His breathing quickens, moans of pleasure come from his chest, he is about to have an orgasm, and at that moment I again take his balls and press my fingers into them with force. His body arches, and a fountain of sperm escapes from his cock, which hits my palate, filling my throat. I continue to break his testicles, "squeezing" all the sperm out of them. I felt how long and profusely he finished. I saw how he had a lot of sperm. I squeezed his balls until his cock stopped spewing cum and his moans turned into an animal roar. I liked the idea that I milked his balls.

I then untied him and left the room, leaving him alone. The next day he told me that he had never experienced such a strong orgasm. I asked if his balls were aching, but he assured me that everything was fine with them, and that he would very much like to try this again, but now he wants to squeeze my balls. I could not refuse this offer, especially from such an attractive guy.

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Thanks for reading! Forgive me if I made any inaccuracies somewhere. English is not my native language. 
Author - Mykola Kuznets.
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