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By Blue Balls (Address withheld by request)


Back in the stone ages, when I was an college undergraduate, I had the great misfortune of being duped into an rather humiliating performance, compliments of a sexy coed named Stephanie, who I mistakenly thought cared for me.

I had met Stephanie as a freshman, and we became lovers before the first semester was over. While not exclusively dating, Stephanie became a frequent sexual companion, who intrigued me with her kinkiness and aggressiveness. Stephanie was not model material, but held her own, with short blonde hair and a body that could turn heads.

I was not considered an unattractive male in my day, who came to know more than my fair share of women biblically. At 6'1" and shaving by eighth grade, you won't be surprised to learn I became sexually active at a young age, and by the age of nineteen, considered myself quite the ladies man. Ironically, I consider myself an amateur Dom to this day, making what Stephanie managed to make me do all the more surprising.

From our very first coupling, Stephanie took an unusual interest in the size of my balls, the strength of my orgasms, and the copious amount of sperm I was capable of ejaculating. While proud of my handsome cock, even though it measures only slightly over six inches, no other woman had ever made me feel there was anything abnormal about my balls.

Stephanie just couldn't get enough of them. While giving me blowjobs, she would spend more time with my balls than my cock. While never denying me a fuck, Stephanie always preferred to masturbate me first. Eventually, she and I had developed some rather strange rituals, concerning my balls and our sexual escapades.

Among the most memorable was Stephanie's insistence on vigorously masturbating me prior to fucking. Our usual routine was for me to strip and lay flat on my back in bed. Stephanie would sit on my legs, while massaging my cock and balls with both hands. Once erect, she would use an old shoestring from a pair of my basketball shoes, and proceed to tie off my balls very tightly.

For your information, once my balls were tied off, I could maintain my erection for an considerable length of time, and ejaculation was near impossible. Having my balls tied off was not necessarily painful, and I quickly came to enjoy the intense pressure within my ball sac, as well as the overly sensitive condition of my stretched ball sac skin. Stephanie loved to lick, suck, massage, tickle, scratch, squeeze, pull, and lovingly slap my balls until I screamed for her to stop, and then made me beg her to let me cum.

Before going any further, Stephanie would always ask me when I had last orgasmed, how I had achieved my orgasm, who was involved with my orgasm, and how much sperm I had ejaculated. She was not the jealous type, but made it quite clear that I was to answer her questions honestly and completely. Failure to do so always resulted in a quick slap to my tied off balls, which was definitely intended to get my attention and cause considerable pain.

Needless to say, I learned to answer her questions honestly, completely, and quickly. She never would tell me why she asked all these questions, but by the end of sophomore year, you could say she knew just about everything there was to know about my sex life.

When satisfied with my answers, Stephanie would grab a bottle of baby lotion and liberally coat my cock and balls. With great concentration and skill, Stephanie would rapidly stroke my cock with her right hand, while firmly holding my balls with her left. As my orgasm approached, she quickly released the shoestring and pumped my cock as fast as she could. My cum would shoot straight up out of me, often reaching heights of three feet, and then drop down on my stomach and chest, eventually forming pools of sperm all over me.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you what Stephanie did with my balls right as I started to ejaculate. You guessed it, she would firmly squeeze them, almost forcing the cum to shoot out of me. To say I became addicted to these masturbation sessions would be an understatement.

Afterwards, Stephanie would allow me to shower and return to her, for my reward. Namely, a nice long leisurely fuck. Earlier in this story, I stated that having my balls tied off did not hurt. This was true, but I must warn you, having them tied off for too long eventually makes the ball sac skin directly in contact with the shoestring sting like hell.

It didn't take long for me to realize that while I thoroughly enjoyed fucking Stephanie, the pleasure experienced by my cock, as always accompanied by considerable discomfort from my balls. Nevertheless, this was a trade off I was willing to endure.

In fact, after a session with Stephanie, my balls would ache for three days, serving as a constant reminder of our unusual relationship and the rituals we performed. Surprisingly, Stephanie kept our relationship a complete secret, and not once did I ever have reason to suspect she had confided in anyone what went on between us, or the size of my balls, or the amount of my ejaculate.