My ball crushing experience

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My ball crushing experienceMy ball crushing experienceby AliquisI had been contemplating testing a ball crusher – on myself. Honestly, I have wanted to experience both the method, and the effect of this dreaded torture device.Eventually, I had a chance to do this. By coincidence, I found the name of a c***dhood friend in a CBT mailing list. Since we had last met, Mark had become a doctor – a general practitioner. After a few faint-hearted mails we arranged a personal meeting.After a few shots of vodka I asked him.“You know, I’ve always wanted to try out a ball-vice. But I didn’t have the courage, and anyone to trust enough to help me.”“I see. And…you mean that I would…?”“Yes. You’re perfect for this. You’re interested in CBT, and moreover you are a doctor. What do you say?”He stayed quiet for a while. “I’ve never done such a thing before …and with a man …”“We won’t do anything like that. It would be only an experiment.”He nodded.In the next few days we planned everything. I have a house in the suburbs, with a large basement. We bought all the equipment: a large, steel armchair, leather straps, etc.He came to my place one weekend. He had his medical suitcase with him. We went down to the basement early in the morning. We agreed in that it was best for me to strip naked, because of the sweat, vomit, etc. It wasn’t cold in the basement, yet I got goosebumps as I stood stark naked in front of Mark.“Sit down,” he ordered.The chair was colder than I had expected. I put my legs across the arms of the chair, buca escort fully exposing my groin. Mark methodically roped my limbs to the chair. They were very tight – but that was the aim. When he was done, I could only move my head.After the preparations Mark took out the vice.It had taken a long time to choose the most appropriate and suitable device. Basically nothing more than two plastic plates connected by a turn-screw. The cards would be moved closer together or farther apart by turning the screw.At this point, we agreed that we would experiment only on my left testicle, so if something went wrong, I would not lose my reproductive ability.“Shall we start?” Mark asked.I nodded.Mark carefully attached the vice to my left testicle, and with a few quick turns of the screw, clamped my testicle. It felt very weird to feel another man touching my balls.“Let’s start then!” said Mark.He turned the screw again.I took a deep breath when I felt the slowly increasing grip of the vice, but I only felt a small pressure. Mark waited at least a minute before turning the screw again.When he turned it, the pressure grew definitely unpleasant. Watching me, Mark asked me, “does it hurt?”“No. Not really. But it is very unpleasant. It’s…throbbing.Mark nodded and slowly gave another turn.I gasped my breath and bit my lips. As the vice began to really press my testicle, I felt the first drops of sweat appearing on my body. At this point, the pressing feeling suddenly transformed to heavy pain.I escort buca barely managed to hold back my whimpers. The pain was worse than I imagined. It felt like torture. But the torture didn’t even started.For a few seconds I couldn’t speak, only breathe. Then Mark’s voice pulled me back to awareness. “Tell me!”“It hurts. It suddenly became much more intense.” I took a deep breath. “I can also feel it in my belly … it’s as if someone’s trying to pull my testicle away from my body.”“Anything else?”“I don’t know … it’s hard to concentrate. It hurts.”“I know it hurts. Concentrate!”I tried. “There’s a tension, a tightening feeling in my ass … my rectum.”Mark wrote everything down in his pocketbook. Then he turned the screw again. I involuntarily arched my back and tried to brace myself, starting to whimper.“That was only a half-turn” Mark said. “Now I will continue. Feel free to shout or scream. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Mark completed the turn.“Ooooh god!” I was struggling to overcome the pain, and it took almost two full minutes before I was able to speak. “My whole abdomen is throbbing … my ball … oh … it’s getting worse. I think I’m going to be sick!”I blessed Mark’s foresight that I should start this with an empty stomach; there was nothing to throw up. I felt hot all over. I could only take short gasps of breath.Mark took hold of the screw again. I watched in horror. “No! Wait! It really hurts!”“You said that you wanted this as realistic as possible, didn’t buca escort bayan you?”“Yes, but…”“Well then.” He gave the screw another turn. Even though I was expecting more pain, I began to wail.“Oh God, please, nooo, Jesus, it hurts, please!! Please take it off! TAKE IT OFF, FOR GOD’S SAKE!!!”Mark did not move. The pain whirled in my body. I strained against the ropes with all my strength but it was useless. There was no escape. I felt my bowels loosening. I was retching between every breath. I slightly had strength to beg. Suddenly, I felt something cold on my chest. As I opened my eyes, I saw through my tears that Mark had put his stethoscope over my heart. After this, he took my pulse at my neck, writing everything down in his pocketbook.“Please, Mark, I beg you, take it off, pleeease! You have no idea how much it hurts!!! Oh god!”“I think you are able to take one more turn,” Mark said, and grabbed the screw.“Noo! Don’t do it! Plee…AAAAAAAEEIII!!!” Although my ball was compressed by only a millimeter, it was pain beyond imagination. It was the purest agony. I wailed like a banshee, certain about that Mark had crushed my testicle to pulp.I think I must have pissed myself as I lost consciousness, although I can’t remember exactly. But I was crying heavily, even when Mark took the crusher off.When the crusher was removed, he injected lidocain into my groin. Even so, it was an hour before I was able to drag myself back to the house. Every step was fiendish.After the torture session, my testicle became reddish, and swollen to the twice its normal size. Even the slightest touch caused horrible pain. It took nearly four days for me to recover but my semen was pink, and later brown because of the damaged blood vessels in my ball.This was the vice: Pic1 Pic2

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