Cock and ball torture (CBT) involves a variety of activities, some directly painful like spanking, ball busting, wax play, flogging, and bondage, or painless tickle torture. Some people like to use cock harnesses and testicle cuffs, metal cages, cock rings, ball stretchers, chastity devices and even ball locks.
Masochists derive pleasure strictly from the level of pain that torture of their genitals provides them. Sadists also derive pleasure not from the recipient’s enjoyment of the practice but rather from the pain they cause the recipient to experience.
My man enjoys me holding onto his balls tightly during our sex play and, although I’m careful not to cause him unwanted pain, I do derive a certain amount of pleasure from the feeling of empowerment having him at my mercy!
To better my role as a potential torturer, I can certainly take a few tips from the following article:
The torturer and her assistant entered the soundproof chamber, and locked the door behind them. The stone walled room was semicircular with a concrete floor, and bright fluorescent lights were positioned over the five cross frames. On each, a naked prisoner was firmly bound with leather straps, and the frames were tilted at a 45 degree angle, positioning their genitals at hand height. Each was fitted with a large ball gag.
“My name is Wanda, and this is my assistant, Haley” the torturer announced.
Five terrified pairs of eyes watched her as she walked slowly around, inspecting their tightly spread out young bodies and vulnerable sex organs.
“My job is to soften you all up by indescribable pain and agony, so that our inquisitors can extract from you the information we want.” Wanda continued. “I am regarded as an expert in genital torture, and my treatment will be mainly centred on your testicles. My assistant is learning my trade, and I shall be instructing her with the various procedures I employ. She will now inject each of you with a special cocktail of drugs. This will give you the biggest hard-on of your life irrespective of the agonies you will endure, and also will prevent you from fainting from the pain.”
As Haley dispensed the drugs into the prisoners’ thighs, Wanda continued to eye up the prisoners. Only she knew which man out of the five was an intelligence officer in the enemy’s land forces. The other four knew nothing of any significance, but were there to be treated to such terrifying mutilations, that the officer would tell everything he knew in order to prevent getting similar treatment. A crafty trick, but it always worked.
The other four were also chosen because of the size of their balls. Wanda had an arrangement with a doctor in the prisoners processing room. After each man had showered, he was inspector by the doctor, who selected young slim smooth-skinned men with the biggest testicles, ready for Wanda’s treatment. It was just the way she liked them.
“Oh, and there’s just one more thing,” Wanda said, looking around at the men, “Both I and Haley are sadists. We thoroughly enjoy our work. In fact, seeing a man in the throws of ball torture can give us enormous orgasms, so the longer you hold out, the better we like it.”
Wanda turned to Haley and said quietly “Leave number four to me, he’s special”. This was the officer.
Lying on the first cross was a young man of around 20. He was slim and tall, and because he arms were pulled out above his head on the frame, his concave stomach was tight and his ribs showed under his smooth skin. Wanda looked at his genitals. The doctor has chosen well. His long slim penis was rigid with the effects of the drug, and lay up his stomach, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, and two enormous balls were pulling the hairless scrotum down several inches below his legs. The humidity and heat in the chamber always provided the loosest of sacs.
Wanda walked between his legs and lifted his heavy balls in her hand. She was always surprised by the amazing differences in the size of men’s testicles. Most were average, some were pretty tiny, and a very few were huge, like these. Being a devotee of ball-busting, Wanda had read many stories on the internet. Balls were
often described as being the size of lemons, or even grapefruit. In real life, she thought, they don’t come much bigger than this - around the size of large hens’ eggs. Mind you, she could get them to swell to grapefruit size after a good beating.
“Haley, have a look at this”, Wanda said. She separated one ball and squeezed it down to the bottom of his scrotum. The gossamer skin was tight and shiny, and every detail of his testis showed through. “A testicle has a sort of fibrous outer surface which has millions of nerve endings which register two different types of
pain. The first is pressure, or simple squeezing, and the other is impact. The art of prolonging the torture is to prevent rupture or broken blood vessels which will cause the scrotum to fill with liquid.” She turned the ball sideways so that the plump flatter surface was uppermost in her cupped hand. “Now most of the cords and pipes attaching this to his body are on the top edge and away from the area we will attack. By putting my thumb on the side of his ball, I can press down and cause indescribably agony without any lasting damage”. [more, via The Torturer’s Apprentice].