Harry's punishment

Joann was not threatening his urethra with her sounds anymore, but Frank was still between Harry’s legs. He unscrewed the crusher and stretcher parts of his torture device a bit, greatly lowering Harry’s pain. His balls were still somewhat flattened but not as painfully as before, reverting to significant discomfort/light pain. Frank moved around the room, which usually wasn't a good omen, but Harry was relieved that, at least, he wasn't standing between his legs.

Harry breathed in relief, positively impressed by the rapid easing of his pain.

They removed the ball gag from his mouth, and Frank presented him with a pill and a glass of water.

Frank: “Swallow it now if you don’t want me to show you how far I can screw those wingnuts and flatten your balls until you do.”

The threat was clear. Harry didn’t have time to protest; Frank brought the glass and the pill near his mouth, and he swallowed.

His respite was short-lived. Joann pumped some lube into her hand and liberally applied it to his hard cock. She hadn’t lied; this lube was indeed very slick.

Joann said, “We’ll now play a new game called edging, denial, and cum control. You’re already familiar with it, but we’ll make it a bit more interesting. I know you desperately need and want to cum. I will now play with your cock, and it will be extremely pleasurable considering your state of arousal and the sensitivity of your cock.”

So far, the game didn’t sound bad at all.

Joann continued, “But for the next 30 minutes, your aim will be to resist this urge, and you must not cum. If you cum, Frank will have his way with your balls using the crusher. And I must tell you, he was far from the maximum flattening of your balls. But you'd probably puke and make a mess, which would be disgusting. I could also demonstrate how one of the small paddles on the wall could interact with your tender jewels.”

Harry knew it was too good to be true. He had hoped for a straightforward handjob and a satisfying release.

Joann added, “So your mission will be to fight your instinct, and Frank will assist. I'll do my best to keep you on the edge and to prevent you from cumming, but if he feels you’re too close, he might intervene. But don't worry; it will be far easier compared to what would happen to your balls if you were to cum.”

Frank checked the camera before positioning himself between Harry’s legs once more.

Harry wasn’t sure how he could hold back from cumming. Frank adjusted the crusher slightly. Harry tensed, but the pain remained at a significant discomfort level, not real pain, just more uncomfortable than before.

The weight of the stretcher/crusher made his cock stand vertically. Joann grasped his member and started to caress and pump it extremely slowly. Waves of pleasure surged through Harry, making him question how he could resist the urge to cum. She had complete control over his pleasure and was a master at denying a man his climax.

Joann announced, “The timer starts now!”

For the next 30 minutes, Joann caressed, pumped, stroked, and rubbed his cock, which became more erect and sensitive than ever. She toyed with his glans, adding lube to maintain its slickness, and Harry was completely focused on not cumming, even though his urge to release was overwhelming. Frank occasionally adjusted the pressure on his balls and seemed to enjoy Harry's reactions. However, he primarily spent his time taking numerous photos of Harry’s glistening and stretched body, capturing close-ups of his cock, balls, ass, and face.

Harry was desperate; the pain in his balls was palpable. But even if the crusher was partly to blame, the primary cause was his severe case of blue balls. He needed to cum.

He struggled with his urge to cum, but Joann’s mastery ensured he wouldn't get release. Every time he neared climax, she ceased her slow stroking, denying him release. Each denial intensified his testicular discomfort. Harry fixed his gaze on the ceiling, avoiding the sight of his gleaming cock being massaged as it would heighten his arousal.

Joann clearly relished the teasing and denial, savoring the total control she wielded. She manipulated his cock with the finesse of a maestro handling her instrument. By the end of the 30 minutes, Harry had been denied climax over 10 times, teetering on the edge repeatedly, and occasionally releasing a drop of precum that mixed with the lube.

The timer rang, and Joann congratulated him, saying, “Good job, we’ve done it!”

Harry was breathless, yet she continued to caress his rigid member.

She teased, “I have good news for you. You're desperate to cum, so we'll ensure you do. Brace yourself for your most intense climax yet!”

Harry visualized his desperate climax, not caring about the aftermath as long as he found relief from his aching blue balls. But then he noticed Frank approaching Joann, prepping with a generous amount of lube.

Joann : “I’m growing tired, Frank. Could you assist?”

Frank : “Nothing would please me more.” He addressed Harry, saying, “Apologies for the disappointment, but I'll be the one aiding your climax.”

Joann with a smile : “I find it amusing that a macho man's long-awaited release will come from another man.”

The twist was horrifying for Harry, but given his current state, he felt powerless to resist the impending climax.

Frank grasped Harry’s cock, and Harry shut his eyes, attempting to forget who was handling him.

Frank commented, “I finally get to play with it! Your cock is rock hard!” He stimulated Harry's glans, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

“Observe this swollen mushroom. I’ll tease it a bit before letting you climax.”

Frank managed to tease him for a few more minutes, focusing on his lubed glans and corona. Harry writhed against his restraints, unable to stay still under the intense sensations.

Frank said, “I enjoy your reactions, but let's proceed with the climax. Joann, is that alright?”

Joann had prepared some tissues. She remarked, “I'll try to minimize the inevitable mess.”

Frank firmly gripped Harry’s cock, employing a combination of pumps and twists. Harry instantly felt the inevitable climax approach. A few seconds later, he convulsed, experiencing the most potent orgasm of his life. The sensation was overwhelming, his body contorting under the sheer pleasure. Joann attempted to capture as much of the ejaculation as possible with the tissues, while Frank prolonged Harry’s climax.

When nothing was not coming out anymore, Frank ceased his strokes. Exhausted and overwhelmed by the hormonal surge, Harry lay motionless, his breath ragged. Frank released his grip, and Joann used tissues to clean up the remaining cum. She placed them near Harry's head, allowing him to catch the scent of his own climax.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Joann pumping some lube in her hands. He grew apprehensive, wondering what she had in mind.

Joann teased, “I promised you'd climax, but I never said it would be just once, did I? You’re a healthy young man, after all you have endured, I think there’s a lot more to take from your balls. I think you can cum again many times and there’s still a lot of ways we didn’t use to please you. But, let’s keep it for later, for your second orgasm, my hands should be enough”.

She grabbed his cock with her slick hand. It was still oversensitive from his orgasm. She rubbed his cock head, Harry trashed wildly. 

Joann “This my boy is called post-orgasm torture, when you use a male’s penis own sensitivity against him, and you’re not done riding this particular horse”.  

Gathering the lube in her hand on it, she grabbed his cock head and began rubbing it with her thumbs. Harry screamed, begging her to stop.