My husband's blue balls are progressing nicely. I haven't permitted him to ejaculate for 41 days now, since we switched roles, making me the dominant and him the slave. His testicles are distended with their load, hanging heavy and hard in my hand.
I give them another hard squeeze for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from the man to whom they are attached. Satisfied, I withdraw my hand and they hang pendulously between his legs again.
His penis is encased in a hard metal cage. An unforgiving stainless steel tube clamped snugly over the shaft of his penis. I had the cage custom made for him before we were married, and the corona of his circumcised cock sits precisely on the opening of the tube, bulging outwards from the metal and bulging back over it slightly. A ridged wire mesh fits over the end, precisely following the contours of the glans, the purple flesh of which is pressing through the gaps as though trying to escape.
Adam - that's my husbands name - is prevented from getting an erection by the downward curvature of the tube and the constriction of the cage. A red gem at the end of the device serves as a grip for unscrewing the plug from the end of the contraption, which currently sits in his urethra, preventing unauthorised ejaculation (if that were possible) or urination. The plug sits just a centimetre or so inside his urethra. I would use something longer and more invasive if I could but as his cock is being forced into a curve, this is the longest I can use without causing damage.
He doesn't know it yet but the plug is about to come out, and not only to allow him to empty his bladder this time. I've just found out I must go way for a couple of nights on business and Adam can't come with me. This means he'll be alone, unattended and - for safety reasons - in possession of the key to his genital prison.
I wish I could trust him not to masturbate while I'm gone, but he's only a man, and no man could withstand 6 weeks of abstinence voluntarily. Certainly not considering the level of teasing I've subjected him to. Walking around the apartment naked when it suited me or going braless in thin white T-shirt's, my large erect nipples showing through.
I can't leave his cock locked up in chastity, and I can't trust him not to relieve himself of the swollen blue balls I've spent the last month and a half cultivating, so I have to compromise. I'm going to drain him completely of every drop of cum. I'll empty him entirely, testicles, prostate and every tube and vessel in between. I'm going to extract more than his body would normally allow by manipulating the regulating mechanisms of his ejaculatory system. I'm going to render him incapable of giving himself an orgasm or ejaculating for the entire period of my absence. Fuck: he'll be lucky if his dick works at all for a week after I'm through, and he'll be back in his chastity device long before that.
Milking him of everything while inflicting the minimum amount of pleasure possible will take some skill. Ideally I want each forced ejaculation to cause anguish rather than pleasure. I have to be realistic though: some of the process will unavoidably feel good, but it will just be an overture to a series of agonising ruined orgasms. He'll be left frustrated each time I wrench a cumshot from him. More desperate for release but less able to get there.
I need his cooperation though. Everything has to be optimal. I tell him that I'm going to be milking him, and I need him to fill the cup I produce. If he manages it I'll take 2 days off his time being my slave and I'll be at his mercy two days earlier. It's an easy promise to make: there's no way I'll let him fill that cup.
I have three hours before I have to think about packing and leaving so it's time to get started. I unscrew the urethra plug and pull it out, eliciting the usual gasp from Adam. It draws out a string of precum - he's in a constant state of arousal after so long locked up. After taking him to the bathroom I lead him to the frame we have set up in the bedroom and he stands tall for me as I tie his hands above his head.
I seat myself comfortably to the side of him and pull the key to the cage out of my cleavage (a little visual trick I've been saving for the right occasion). He's virtually panting with excitement at the sight.
The key slips into the lock and I pause for a minute, weighing his testicles in my hand. They're substantially larger and heavier than normal. They must ache so much. This thought and the feeling of their weight in my hand is turning me on. I've always had a fetish for blue balls on the men I abuse - particularly in the man I chose as my husband. Such a shame to ruin them, but never mind. This is going to be fun I suppose.
The key turns with a click and the cage pops open. I pull the tube away, but leave the metal ring around his cock and balls. His dick instantly springs to life. He's nearly fully hard already. His cock is large and thick. A factor he likes to use to full advantage when his turn as dominant comes.
He made me take all 8 inches of it in my ass every day for the entire three months of my slavery last time. Some times more than once a day. My pussy was used for his amusement in other ways... No time for reminiscing about that now. I have work to do.
