Looking down, Mike could not fathom how he had reached this point. Leaning against the shower wall, his forearms and head resting against the cool tile, Mike enjoyed the hot water running down his back, past his cheeks tickling his balls as the warm rivulets ran in a steady stream and dropped to the bottom of the shower. The steamy hot water ran down his back drawing the tension from the tight muscles in his back.
How did he get himself in this situation? He knew he should put a stop to this but he just did not know how. Besides, he enjoyed it. It turned him on. He was growing thicker just thinking about it. As Mike looked down, he could see how odd it looked.
It did seem to look bigger.
That's what they always say on the internet.
An hour earlier Jean, his wife of 22 years, tied him up at the foot of their bed. Well not exactly. He had been standing in front of the bed and she wanted to play. The bed was made of black steel rods, forming a canopy frame. It was a very popular type of bed frame. The foot end of the bed had two vertical rods, an upper rod, and lower rod forming a square. There was scrollwork on the bottom half. The bed frame was perfect for tying a victim in a human "X" in the standing position. That's why she had insisted on buying the bed.
He thought she just wanted to play today like they had done so many times before. She tied each arm to an upper corner, which in itself would leave him pretty helpless. Unbuttoning his shirt she pulled down his jeans, removed his shoes and socks and then pulled off his pants. She then tied each foot to a lower corner. That was usually enough to satisfy her and he was happy enough to comply since it usually meant she would give him a blowjob.
The best part was he did not have to reciprocate. She found this so exciting that she usually had one or two orgasms without Mike's involvement. All he had to do was act like he didn't want her to do it. Then she would untie him and they would go to sleep.
He was pretty helpless and she now started to work on him. Kissing him deeply, she raked his chest with her nails, dragging them over his nipples. That hurt, but really didn't interest him too much. It was obvious it had no effect on him, so she began working a bit lower, kissing his stomach and working her way down through the light fuzz he had on his belly just below his navel.
At this point she had not touched his penis. Instead she stopped kissing and began playing with his balls. At first she just hefted them. She seemed to like that and began hefting each one separately. That felt good. She could tell he liked it so she began lightly squeezing them.
He still seemed to like it.
She took hold of the left ball, the one that hung down further, and started squeezing harder, increasing the pressure until Mike cried out that it hurt. Jean looked up at Mike but kept squeezing harder and harder. Jean had had a lot of practice doing this and was quite an expert at slowly increasing the pain until it was almost unbearable. This was fun for Jean and Mike was feeling that he had no control over this situation and Jean could do whatever she liked. That made his dick erect and stand straight out from his body.
Jean just smiled.
Mike begged her to stop. Jean simply grasped the other ball, letting the first one loose. A sigh of relief rolled out of Mike's mouth, followed by a gasp of pain. Jean was squeezing harder and harder on his right ball and Mike was begging and squirming around.
This time was different!
Instead of giving him a blowjob, she grew tired of all this squirming and complaining. Jean left the room to come back with more ropes. She now tied one rope around his waist and through the scrollwork in the bed frame. More rope was used to tie each leg to the same frame. Mike could no longer move around and squirm at all. This was the tightest he had ever been tied and he felt particularly helpless. Jean could see this.
He just got bigger and harder.
"You know Mike", Jean said, "I have always wanted to completely own you. I know we have had fun fooling around with this game all these years, but now I think I'm getting serious about making this permanent. Playing is just not enough for me anymore."
Jean left the room again. When she came back she was not smiling any more. She had a woman's pink razor in her right hand and his Gillette shaving cream in her left. Mike was getting real nervous. " What are you doing with that?" he asked. Jean simply shook the can and squirted some out in her palm. She then spread it on his balls and began shaving. Mike didn't mind since he had shaved his balls many times for his wife's pleasure. In fact, he liked the baby soft smooth feeling his balls had. Besides, Jean would suck them more often when they were clean shaved.
What the heck, he thought, if she is careful not to nick me, it should be fun. He relaxed, feeling the cool shaving cream being spread all over his balls. She had a light practiced touch that she had developed from years of shaving her legs and he looked forward to a steamy warm washcloth to remove the excess shaving cream. After that, if he were lucky, he would get a hell of a blowjob.
Things seemed to be going as expected, no time to think now. The scissors were out and he was being trimmed.
