Busting Brad's Balls

by Malicia Paine

  "I know," I smiled. "So do you, but you don't see me losing control."

  "That's really not the same. I didn't expect you to answer the door in a bikini."

  "I know," I smiled. "I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?"

  "Yeah, of course! I really like it," he said.

  He tried to touch me again and I smacked his hand away.

  "First things first, Brad. We've got a score to settle."

  "Do we really have to do that first?"

  I looked at the bulge in his pants again, then back up at him.

  "Something tells me that we do. Let's just say that right now you seem to have a lot of extra motivation to win. And I think you're going to need it."

  "Oh, am I?"

  "Uh-huh."

  I turned and retrieved the pair of handcuffs I'd left on the couch behind me, and then dangled them on one finger by the chain.

  "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" I said.

  "You've made it pretty interesting already," he said, unable to take his eyes off my body.

  I smiled. "Whoever manages to handcuff the other person first wins. You can do this by any means necessary, but you don't necessarily have to pin me for ten seconds. You just have to get my hands cuffed."

  "This is going to be over pretty fast then," he said. "Who starts with the handcuffs? You?"

  "If you want. We can also each start with a hand on one cuff."

  "Okay," he said. "And you remember, you said no kicking, right?"

  "No kicking," I said with a smile. "No striking of any kind. Just my strength against yours."

  "You really do want to lose don't you?" he said.

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Well I'm far stronger than you are. I weigh twice what you weigh. How do you expect to win?"

  "You'll have to try me and see. You don't think I can?"

  "No, I don't."

  "Okay, mister smarty pants. Then why don't we make this even more interesting. In addition to the winner getting to chose the movie, having to pay for dinner, and be handcuffed all night, the winner also gets to decide what the loser eats, and the loser has to sleep in the handcuffs until tomorrow morning, and doesn't get any orgasms at all, all night, no matter how much he or she begs."

  "Fine," he sneered, "but you're going to regret agreeing to that," he said.

  One of us certainly is, I thought.

  "Okay, but you're a bit overdressed for this."

  "Am I now?"

  "Uh-huh. Lose the shirt."

  He doffed his muscle shirt, revealing his exquisite chiseled muscular chest. For a moment I got lost in the sigh of it, and then realized that maybe getting him to lose his top would be a distraction for me. Sexy torso distraction was a two-way street, after all. I needed a real advantage.

  "Lose the shoes and pants too," I said.

  He eyed me suspiciously.

  "Why do you need me to take off my pants?" he asked.

  Because I need easy access to your balls for this to work, I thought.

  "Look at what I'm wearing," I said.

  Of course I didn't need to tell him to look; he was already staring.

  "Fair enough," he said, and pulled off shoes, socks, and then his pants.

  Now he was in nothing but his briefs.

  Perfect, I thought. Now this match truly would be brief, so to speak.

  "Ready?" I said, dangling the cuffs enticingly.

  "Ready," he said, and then reached for the cuffs.

  "On three," I said.

  "One… two… three…"

  Brad immediately yanked the handcuffs hard towards himself, trying to grab me in the process. I tried to hold onto the cuffs with both hands, but he was just so powerful. And if he pulled me in completely, and if he caught both my hands there, I was finished. And we couldn't have that. I had every intention of having numerous orgasms tonight, so for now, I needed to be smart if I wanted to win.

  So as he pulled toward himself, I squealed as though I was desperately trying to match his strength, and losing. Of course, I knew I couldn't really win a match of raw strength, and what I was really doing was trying to wait for the right moment to simply let go and try to throw him off balance.

  I let go of the cuffs, and to my chagrin, he just pulled them into one hand without losing any balance at all. That was no problem, I thought, since it now meant that I'd be on the pure defensive, and he'd be trying to think of how to force both of my hands into those cuffs with one hand.

  Then he came at me, and quickly, I found him easily taking control of my body like some kind of rag doll. But I had one final move. He pinned one hand with his one free hand, and then tried to adjust the cuffs in the other hand to a position from which he could close the cuff on me. But I had one free hand, and his balls were right there, unprotected. So I grabbed them and squeezed hard.

  "Ow, ow, ow," he said, letting go of my other hand so he could try to pry his balls free.

  But my hand just squeezed harder.

  "Hey you said you wouldn't…"

  "I said no strikes of any kind. I never said anything about squeezing."

  "Ow, ow, ow, okay, let go. Please. Wait."

  "Why should I let go?" I said.

  "It's not like you can cuff me like this anyway," he said.

  "I can squeeze far harder than this, Brad. And I will, too. Unless you handcuff yourself."

  "Not likely," he said.

  So I squeezed hard.

  "Ow! Oh god, okay. Stop, stop, stop."

  "Are you going to do as you're told then?"

  "Okay," he whimpered. "Okay."

  "Handcuffs on, Brad."

  He closed one around his first wrist, and then went to lock the second.

  "Behind, Brad. I want your hands locked behind you tonight."

  Brad reluctantly put his hands behind his back, and then locked the other cuff.

  "You can let go of me now," he said.

  "Hold on," I said, and reached around behind him to make sure they were good and tight, and that he couldn't get out. Then, finally, I gave his balls another playful squeeze, eliciting a yelp before I let him go.

  Then I stood up and ran my fingers along his delicious, muscular chest.

  "Mmm," I purred. "I'm going to have some fun with you tonight."

  "You cheated," he said. "Again."

  "You're only saying that because I won again," I said. "Who's to say you're not the one cheating, Brad? Look at the size difference between us. How else am I supposed to beat you?"

  "That's not the point," he grumbled. "You tricked me."

  "And you fell for it. Again," I said, lowering my hand to rub at the throbbing cock that bulged in his underwear. "And now you're all mine."

  "Oh," he moaned, when my hand reached his cock.

  "Don't worry," I said. "It won't be all bad. You just won't get to cum, that's all."

  "God, were you serious about that?"

  "Absolutely," I said.

  "God. God damn it. Why did I agree to this?"

  "Because you were thinking with this," I said, rubbing his cock. Then I grabbed his balls and gave them a playful squeeze. "And these. But don't beat yourself up about it. That's my job tonight."

  "Jess," he gasped. "Jess, please."

  "Please what?"

  "Please go easy on my balls tonight?"

  "I can't promise anything," I said, and pulled down his underwear roughly, and lowered them to the ground. He gasped fearfully.

  I stayed there on my knees, and looked up at him with mischief in my eyes. I grabbed his naked balls in my hand, and then played with them like a pair of Baoding balls. He looked down at me apprehensively. But his cock was halfway hard already.

  "Ooo, what have we here?" I said, and then I stroked it with my other hand. His cock began to grow even bigger and stiffer immediately. I leaned in close, my lips just centimeters from the tip of his cock. "You can't come tonight. But maybe…" I whispered, and then took his glans into my mouth, and sucked
it slowly and sensually.

  "Oh," he moaned, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, his hands tugging at the chain locking his hands behind his back, making a metallic clack sound.

  "That doesn't mean I don't still want you to enjoy yourself."

  I sucked his cock while stroking with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. He made the most delightful whimpering noises while I did so. I looked up at him. He was flexing his muscles and chest, perhaps involuntarily. Staring at him like that, seeing him so strong and yet so vulnerable, made my pussy so very wet down below. My pussy ached for his cock. But I didn't want to risk letting him cum. In fact, I thought. I should stop. That's enough.

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