Busting Brad's Balls

by Malicia Paine

  "Mot weawwy," he said through the gag.

  I looked down at him. His hands and feet locked together behind his back beneath him, pushing his beautifully sculpted, muscular wrestler's torso outwards, not to mention how vulnerable it made his privates look.

  "Well, I'd like to say things will get better for you tonight. But I don't think they will. I'm certainly going to have a good time. You, I'm not so sure."

  He made a pathetic whimpering sound. A kind of combination of fear and desperate horniness. This really wasn't going to be terribly fair. But my inner pervert was ready to take what she wanted now, and I wanted to ride his face. And he'd agreed to this after all. But strangely, there was a part of me that wanted to please him too. Even now. Even when I clearly didn't have to.

  I slid down my dripping wet pussy onto the penis gag on his face, and slowly rode it. God, it felt so good! Like I said earlier, I'd played like this on my own before, but always on my own. Having a real man under there, squirming and moaning…well…it made the whole experience so much better. I rode his face, letting the penis gag get me in all the right spots, building, building towards a climax. I could feel the first twinge of an orgasm coming on.

  Could I cum quietly, I wondered? I should. Because there was one last thing I wanted to do. So I rode his face, and rode it until I came, convulsively.

  "Oh god," I moaned. "Oh god this is so good. God, Brad, I've never done this before. This is so good!"

  And for his part, Brad made muffled noises beneath me, and certainly didn't sound like he wasn't enjoying this somewhat too. And to look at his cock, well, Brad's cock looked like it was about to burst.

  "You want me to pleasure you too, don't you, Brad?"

  "Mmm-hmm," he moaned.

  "Well, how about this?" I said, continuing to enjoy riding his face. "I'll make you one last offer. One last game. I can't promise you what I promised before, because really, Brad, I'm enjoying this so much now. You lost, and I plan on cashing in on my prize. But one last game, Brad. And if you win, I'll suck your cock, and I'll let you come in my mouth. Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?"

  "Yeff! Mmm-hmm!" he sputtered.

  "Good. I think I'd enjoy that too. But you're going to have to earn it, Brad, okay?"

  "Okemph," he muffled through his gag.

  "Okay." But this means you're going to have to experience a little more ball pain, okay? But you'll be doing it for me. Because I really like this, Brad. I like where you are, and all I want to do is beat your vulnerable little balls there while I ride you. Now, I've got my riding crop here from my box of toys. For every four times I pump my crotch up and down on your face, I whip you once. Like this."

  I let him feel the sting as I whipped his balls with it. He let out a moan.

  "How was that Brad? Was that too hard?"

  "Unh…mo," he said.

  I whipped his balls harder. Quite a bit harder, and felt a wave of excitement come over me.

  "Ahahooow…" he moaned.

  I think I'm about to come again, I realized.

  "Too hard?" I said.

  "Yeff," he whimpered.

  And just the sound of his suffering made me come again. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I didn't want him to know how easily all of this was making me come. I didn't speak again until I know I could do so without giving away that I was coming already.

  "If you make me come just once, Brad. Just once, and I'll stop whipping your balls, and I'll suck your cock dry," I said directly over his cock as I said this, as if speaking into it, and then I gave it one good suck with my mouth for good measure. Then I stopped. "Deal?"

  "Yeff," he said, and so I proceeded to ride his face hard. And every four pumps or so, I gave his nuts a smack with the riding crop. He would yelp, and I would try not to make any noise while I experienced orgasm after orgasm on top of him.

  Yes; I admit it. I was cheating. Again. I was cheating horribly, but I wanted to win. And really, how was he ever to know? It's not like I have to stop when I come, and it's not like there's any discharge. Well, not any more discharge than all the secretions I was already making. I wondered if it was possible to dehydrate oneself through loss of vaginal secretions alone. Though we may both have been well on our way to dehydration, perhaps him more so than me.

  ****

  By half an hour in—half an hour of riding his face, and whipping his balls—not hard enough to really injure him—but hard enough to make sure he was in pretty much constant pain—he was getting pretty sweaty. I admired the contours of his well chiseled chest and stomach muscles.

  "Fuck, you're so hot, Brad. You make me so fucking horny, I don't even know what to… oh… god…" realized there was no disguising it this time, and that choosing to speak just then had been a mistake. Now even Brad, in his position could tell I was in the throes of a huge orgasm. So I just went with it. "I'm coming Brad. I'm coming," I shouted.

  Beneath me, I heard him laugh in delight and relief, and a dark part of me didn't want him getting away with that, so I whipped him in the nuts really hard, and then he let out a cry and then a whimper.

  I leaned forward toward his cock, not letting the penis gag out of my pussy just yet, still wanting more. But I knew I owed Brad by this point. A promise was a promise after all. And anyway, it's not like I'd really planned on cheating him out of his orgasm…had I? I smiled to myself wickedly. Of course I had! But another part of me just adored Brad, and wanted him to feel what I'd been feeling for the past half hour, so I took his cock into my mouth. Just the head at first. The moment I did, I heard a moan of pleasure come from beneath me.

  "Hmm, let me see," I said. "My pussy is being entertained. My mouth is entertaining your cock…but what to do with my hands…?" And then I looked eagerly at his balls. He must, at this point, have had some sense of where I was going with this.

  "Mo," he blubbered, "mo, mo, mo…"

  I grabbed his balls in my hand and gently squeezed, and he let out a whimper.

  "Shh," I said, between pumps with my mouth on his cock. "This isn't so bad, is it? I think this is very much the way it should be between a man and a woman. You could come at any time and it's all over. But me, I can just come again…and again…and again…" and I said this I was experiencing an orgasm, and though it was probably mean, I'd stopped his blowjob for the time being to selfishly enjoy it. "And sure, you're big and muscular, and you should be able to take what you want. But Brad, doesn't it make you happy knowing just how much you can satisfy me like this?"

  "Mmm-hmm," he moaned.

  "I thought so. Good boy," I said, and continued to suck his cock.

  ****

  Having Brad in my mouth, while still cruelly squeezing his balls was such a delight! I began to learn more and more about his pain threshold. It wasn’t very high, but he would get there. With a little practice and time. But also, I was learning more and more about his pleasure threshold too. And call me crazy, but I could swear that the closer he got to his own orgasm, the larger he felt in my mouth. Like he was swelling. I could feel him getting more and more engorged. And it wasn’t long until it felt like he was ready to burst.

  Finally, he did, and I felt his warm semen fill my mouth while his cock pulsated and kept pumping it out. There was a lot of it too, I thought. A lot more than I was expecting. But still, I wanted it to be good for him, so I gulped it all down.

  Fuck, he must really be enjoying this too! I thought. Maybe almost as much as me!

  And then I began to come again too, and we enjoyed the last of our orgasms together.

  Then, finally, I climbed off him and took out the penis gag. Then I touched his face as the two of us continued to gasp for our breaths.

  "Did you have a good time, Brad?" I asked.

  "Yeah," he said. "You?"

  "I came, didn't I?"

  I kissed him, and it was a sweet kiss. I was very satisfied now, and didn't feel the urge to cause him any more ball pain. For now.

  "How would yo
u like to make this a regular thing?" I asked.

  "Are you going to hurt my balls again if I don't answer correctly?" he asked.

  "I'm going to hurt your balls again no matter what," I said with a wicked grin.

  "Jess, please, that's not funny," he said. "I don't think I can take any more."

  "Of course you can," I said. "We just have to build up your tolerance a little is all."

  "I'm not sure I could ever tolerate what you have to give me."

  "Of course you can. You just need motivation. That's all."

  I kissed him again. He kissed back eagerly.

  "I like you, Brad," I said.

  "I like you too, Jess."

  "Maybe we can make this a regular thing?" I asked. "I'll always make it worth your while…"

  "Do you have to hurt my balls?"

  "Yes," I said. "But only sometimes. We can always make a game of it," I said. "And sometimes you might even win. And then think about all the fun you could be having with me."

  "I don't know…" he said.

  "Are you scared I'll hurt you too badly?"

  "Yeah, a little," he admitted.

  "Well…I promise not to, okay? I'll never hurt you too much, Brad. I promise."

  "You really hurt me earlier, you know. That first kick—"

  "I know," I giggled, remembering it fondly. "But I'll never do that again, I swear. Never that hard."

  Not unless I have to.

  "Okay," he said.

  "Good," I said. I smiled. It was a lie of course. He had no idea, but it was a lie. I had so many more torturous games in store in the future for poor naïve Brad. But deep down, I knew that in the end, we'd both come really hard, and that he'd always be coming back for more…

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  About the Author

  Malicia Paine is a shy, reclusive, sultry nerd who lives in a little suburban house with a couple of cats and a sexy husband who loves and supports her. She holds a master's degree in English literature, and has a rather unhealthy fascination with BDSM, romance, the paranormal, and crime fiction. She is also on Patreon, a wonderful website where, for as little as $1 per month, you can show your support for her craft while simultaneously being included in her creative process! For more information, please visit her Patreon page, her author website, or stay up-to-date on her latest titles by subscribing to her newsletter!

  Bonus Material

  (Excerpt from: Busting Brad's Balls 2)

  It was another long night of dancing at the strip club. I'd been having kind of a rough night. I'd given only ten dances that night, and made about two hundred dollars for my efforts. So part of it was that I'd hoped to make more money that night, and part of it was that I didn't get to spend enough time teasing the boys. You see, I don't just think of stripping and giving private dances as a job—something I do—because I have to. I chose this job, because I can earn a lot of money doing it, and because I like doing it. There's something about being able to arouse a man and make him so eager for you after just a few minutes of lap dancing. But some nights are slow nights, and sometimes I just can't get enough. And after one or two dances, I started getting into it myself. I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe it's the pheromones my clients give off. By the fifth or sixth, I'm really horny myself, and when I get aroused, I think of my hunky boyfriend, Brad.

  Well, Brad isn't exactly my boyfriend, I realize. Not yet. We'd only just started seeing one another, so it was perhaps too early to use that label. But just the knowledge that he was out there, and the memory of all the steamy things we did on our last date got me all hot and bothered. But Brad hasn't called me at all that day, and I was starting to worry he may have found himself another girl who doesn't demand…well, what I demand. I suppose I don't really demand it, per se, but I like torturing Brad. But I also think I might be falling in love with him, so it's a very weird place for me right now.

  My roommate tells me that I should just call him myself, but that changes the power dynamic in the relationship. If I'm calling him, or texting him, he'll know I probably want him as badly as I want him to want me. But now my resolve is wavering, and I'm wondering if maybe I really do want him more than he wants me. Or that I need him more than he needs me.

  I could probably have any guy I want. God knows I get lots of offers in a night. And some of them are kinda cute. And most of them are passable, and I know I could get them to behave if I wanted them to. But the heart wants what the heart wants, as they say. And my heart wanted Brad. And I'd been torturing myself about it for three days already, and what I really wanted to be doing was torturing him!

  I gave my eleventh and final dance for the night, and this time the guy got a bit frisky with me. I half just wanted to let him touch me out of spite for Brad, but I knew I shouldn't. So I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. So, of course, I employed a hard, swift kick to his nutsack and he toppled like a tower of Jenga blocks. He spent the next ten minutes on the floor in the back room of the club. When he could stand, I had him thrown out, and fed-up, I went to get my things at leave.

  That's when I realized my phone had actually been off for the whole shift. So I turned it on, and then waited to see if there were any texts, and I realized to my relief and delight that Brad had actually left me about half a dozen.

  Brad: Hey, Jess. Would you like to go see a movie tomorrow night, and then maybe get some dinner?

  Brad: You can pick the movie.

  Brad: Just let me know.

  Brad: Hey, is everything all right?

  Brad: Or is your phone just off?

  Brad: Well, anyway, call me when you get this. Or just text me. Even if it's late.

  I beamed. He still wanted me. Of course he did! I knew I should never have doubted him. And now I didn't even have to wait and seem like I wasn't so eager myself because I'd already made him wait.

  Jess: Do you care about the movie, or are you just eager for a rematch in the bedroom?

  He replied almost right away.

  Brad: We can do a rematch if you promise not to kick me in the balls again.

  I smiled.

  Jess: No kicks this time. I promise.

  Brad: Then you have yourself a deal, missy. Do you still want to do dinner and the movie?

  Jess: Sure, but why don't we make it interesting. Why don't you come over early, and we'll have our wrestling match before our date. I'll have the apartment all to myself again, so maybe we can order in and watch something on Netflix. But let's make it interesting. The winner chooses dinner and the movie. And the loser spends the night in handcuffs.

  Brad: Sounds like you have our date all planned out already. ;)

  Jess: Maybe I do ;)

  Brad: Should I be concerned?

  Jess: Only if you lose. :p

  Brad: Oh, I won't lose this time.

  Jess: You'd better hope you don't. ;)

  Brad: Winner gets to demand sexual favors too, right? Just like last time?

  Jess: Of course! If you win, I'll be yours to do whatever you want with all night! ;)

  Brad: What if I want your hands from for some of that?

  Jess: I guess that's your choice, Brad. But there are an awful lot of wonderful things I could do to you using just my mouth.

  Brad: Okay, stop it, you're making me hard.

  Jess: You could make me use my mouth on you all night. Is that something you think you'd like, Brad? Me on my knees, pleasing you with my mouth?

  Brad: God, yes.

  Jess: Well then, it's up to you. But you know I can get a little naughty when my hands are free and your balls are right there. You remember what happened last time.

  Brad: You make two really good points.

  Brad: If I didn't know better, I'd say it sounds like you don't even want to win.

  Jess: Maybe I don't. ;)

  Brad: Hmmm... I still don't know quite what to make of you, Jess.

  Jess: Good. Let's keep it that way for now.

  Brad: Well, it's late. I should sleep if I don't want to be a
vegetable at school tomorrow. Good night, Jess.

  Jess: Good night, Brad. xo

  ****

  The next night, Brad came straight over after class, and I was ready to entertain him for the night. I stripped down for the occasion, and put on my favorite black sports bikini, and evaluated myself in the mirror. I liked this one because of the playful design. It offered all the support I needed up top, bit still showed a little cleavage in the criss-cross top of the bra. Perfect for distracting my horny boy-toy. The bottoms were very low cut, and I figured Brad would have a hard time concentrating tonight seeing it. And a very hard time saying no to me. Of course, I was going to make it very hard for him to say no to me in other ways, too.

  Brad showed up in a muscle shirt and track pants. Typical Brad attire, I thought. But he did look really hot. From the look on Brad's face when I answered the door, he hadn't been expecting me to be dressed like this.

  I struck sultry pose.

  "Hello Brad," I said. "Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand in the doorway and stare at me?"

  "If I come in, can I still stare at you?" he said cracking a smile.

  "Oh, I think you can do a great deal more than that," I said

  Brad came in and closed the door behind him, and I learned back against the back of the couch with my hands behind my back. I tilted my head sideways and bit my lip and looked at him.

  Brad put down his gym bag and came up to me and kissed me. I couldn't help but kiss him back, letting my lips dance on his. His hands began to explore my body—my breasts and my bare stomach. I had to take my hands from behind me and grab him by the wrists and pull away to calm down.

  I took a few deep breaths. So did he. I felt so ready for him right now, and from the looks of the growing bulge in his track pants, so did he.

  "Not so fast, Brad. We have a score to settle first."

  "I know, I know," he said. "You just look so hot though."