23 comments/ 38975 views/ 16 favorites Agony and Ecstasy By: paulsouthport "Please no, I've had enough!" I sobbed as the leather paddle crashed down hard onto my already bruised balls for the umpteenth time, but as I was gagged, blindfolded and restrained so that I could hardly move a muscle my pleas for mercy were heard only by myself. Not that I thought that my tormentor would have relented even if she could hear me. The stupid thing was that I had asked for this so I only had myself to blame. As the ache moved from my balls into my stomach I started to run through the events in my mind that had got me to this situation. -=- My name is Tom and I have been married to Kate for almost 10 years. Now in our mid-thirties we had a typical middle class suburban life - nice house, kids, good jobs, active social life etc. We also had a great sex life, doing most everything that two adults can do with each other and still had sex at least two or three times each week and often much more. We always made time every month or so to send the kids off to grandparents so that we got some quality adult time together and each year we would have a week in the sun by ourselves (which the kids were happy with as they got to be spoilt rotten by their grandparents and taken on days out to theme parks and holiday parks and such). Whilst certainly not wild by some standards, we did occasionally push our boundaries. For example, when on holiday we went to nudist beaches and once had sex in the sand dunes when some other nude sunbathers were sunbathing just over the dunes. Other times we had sex in the car where other cars were driving past. We are both fit and considered reasonably attractive, Tom 5'10 with an average build and Kate 5'7, blonde with a slim build and lovely perky boobs which allowed her to go without a bra when she wanted. A few weeks ago we were lying in bed after a very enjoyable love-making session when I confessed, "I was thinking about my fantasy again the other day." "The one where you want me to go and shag a random bloke?" This had always been a major fantasy of mine but Kate always came up with so many reasons not to whenever I brought it up that I had pretty much written that off as a non-starter. "No not that one but you know that will always be my biggest fantasy! No, it's the one where I get tied up and my balls and arse beaten." "Aw Tom we have tried that one and I just don't have it in me to hurt you so much, and I am terrified of damaging your balls - they just seem so soft and vulnerable. And I just don't see what pleasure you or anyone would get out of being tortured!" "Well I don't really understand myself - how do you justify your fantasies? I simply get turned on by the thought of it. But anyway it is something that I would like to try, even if it's just a one off, and I appreciate that it's not your thing so I was thinking how would you feel about taking me to a professional dominatrix one time?" "Oh so you can drool over a sexy little minx dressed in a basque and stockings?" Kate protested. "No not at all, I'm not bothered what she looks like. In fact if I was blindfolded it would not matter anyway! The thing is she is going to have enough of a cruel-streak to make it hurt and if she does it for a living you would think she will know enough to make it really hurt without doing any real damage." "Weirdo!" she smiled. "I'll show you just how weird I am!" I said as I rolled towards her. All of this fantasy talk had gotten me aroused again and I was ready for another session. -=- Nothing more was said on the subject for a couple of weeks until, out-of-the-blue, Kate said, "I was thinking about your fantasy when you were working away last week." My interest immediately piqued but not wanting to put her off while she had brought it up I tried to play it cool. "Go on," I said keeping my voice level as best I could. "I still don't get it, but if you really want to go through with it I suppose a dominatrix may be a fair compromise." "Wow, I wasn't expecting that!" I said, managing to keep the squeak of excitement out of my voice. "And would you be happy to - you know - source one for me?" "Don't you want to find one yourself?" I had thought about this when I was fantasising a few weeks ago so I explained, "Well first of all, it keeps you involved and I don't want to be some perv sneaking off behind his wife's back to see a 'pro'. And also I admit I could be swayed by some petite blonde in a basque rather than finding someone who will take it seriously." "Fair enough," she accepted. "I remember Michelle joking about a friend of hers who had a side-line doing something like this - maybe she can put me in contact with some people." "Hang on!" I protested. "I would not want Michelle knowing anything about this! She already hates me." Michelle was Kate's best friend, and before Kate started seeing me the two of them spent most nights out together. Of course, as Kate and I got more serious she started spending more of her time with me leaving less time for Michelle and I always suspected that Michelle resented me a little for taking away her best friend. Michelle was a psychologist and through her work she tended to mix with a lot of eccentric types of people. "Don't worry, I would not want her to know you are a perv either," she grinned. "I will think of a way to get her friend's name without her suspecting anything to do with you." "Ok, but be careful," I said. "So what do you want me to say to this dominatrix then? She is going to ask me what you want." "Well it's what we've talked about before - I want to be tied up so that I can't move and to be tortured. I don't want a safe word otherwise I will just wimp out after the first blow. You know I like my balls slapped too. Why don't you just say that I want her to inflict as much pain as possible in, say, an hour without doing any damage?" "Are you really sure? It all sounds a bit extreme." "Yes I have thought about this for years. At the end of the day I may be in severe pain for an hour but then it's over with." "Apart from the aches and bruises for the next couple of days," Kate retorted. "Yes and I may hate it but at least I will know." "Well if you're sure?" "I'm sure," I confirmed. "Ok, I'll see what I can do." Kate sat there looking at me for a few seconds and I knew there was more. "Go on," I prompted. She sat there for a few seconds more before replying quietly, "I thought about your other fantasy too." Wow! I could not believe my ears! Could this day get any better? "And?" "I don't know it just seems like cheating." This was the first time that Kate had ever brought this up so I thought that this may be my only opportunity to push the issue. "I don't know how it could be cheating if I know about it and have given my blessing. Look Kate, when we started seeing each other you had only ever slept with Pete and a bit of fumbling around at school. I think that I am a pretty decent lover but I am not so arrogant that I think that I am the best there is. I think that it would be a fantastic experience for you to sleep with some big-cocked stud where you can have some pure unadulterated fucking. And no I am not worried that you may like him better or anything like that. I think our relationship is just too strong for something like this to dent it." Pete was Kate's ex. He was a really nice guy but a bit quiet and conservative and they were seeing each other pretty much from school until they split up. I continued, "Ask yourself what you have got to lose? If you don't like it you will be a little bit wiser knowing that you have not 'missed out' on some great experience that people go on about. If you do like it and decide that you want some more that's fine too. Maybe you'll enjoy it so much that we arrange a special treat for you once a year or quarter or even more often. I'm fine with all of that as I know that whatever happens we will continue to love each other." Kate sat there in deep thought for some time. "If I did do something like this, I don't want you to think that it means that you can do the same. I'm not as secure as you in that respect - the thought of you with someone else horrifies me!" "I'm not bothered about that. I know it sounds twee but I would get more enjoyment knowing that you were getting a serious seeing-to than I would sleeping with a stranger. I did all that when I was young, free and single all of those years," I replied honestly. "Neither do I want this to be a private porn show for you. The thought of you sat at home wanking while I was with someone else I think would put me off too." "Ok, I understand that too and I am sure we could think of a way of avoiding that." Before I could continue, Kate went on, "Ok like I said I have been thinking about it and I have to admit that the thought of just being fucked by someone who had no other motives than to give and get sexual relief is a huge turn-on. So I will agree to do this but I have some conditions." "Ok," I said. "The first one is that I am not going to tell you before I do it. The first that you are likely to find out about it is when I get home, hopefully freshly fucked with a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye," she grinned. I nodded but before I could say anything she interrupted me, "Don't answer until I get through them all because there is more. I don't want some internet blind date where I will be worrying about meeting an axe murderer so I will choose my lover from somebody I know or maybe a friend of a friend or something like that. Who knows, I may choose one of your friends! Heaven knows enough of them have hit on me over the years! But don't worry it will be someone who I can be sure is discrete." She went on, "I may tell you details about it but I may not so you have to promise not to pry. I may choose to only tell you if I enjoyed it or not! Finally you have to promise not to pester me about it. Even though I have agreed to do this, I may not arrange anything for weeks or even months - I don't want to feel pressured. So those are my conditions. I have thought about this and I do not want to debate any of them so you either agree to them in full or we just keep it as a dirty fantasy." She looked at me waiting for a response. I was a little worried about some of the conditions, especially fucking someone we may both know, but I took her at her word that this was a one-time offer. I just smiled, peeled back the bedclothes to reveal my achingly hard erection and said, "Does this answer you?" "I love you," she smiled as her hand went down to grip my cock before putting it into her waiting mouth. -=- I kept to my word for the next few weeks, but the thought of coming home or of her coming home from a supposed night out with friends to find that it was a meeting with her lover had me constantly aroused so we had sex almost every night. Although I did occasionally think about my bdsm fantasy it was overshadowed by the horny thoughts of Kate being fucked by a hung young stud. After about three weeks I came home after working late and Kate said, "You'll never guess who I have been speaking to tonight?" Knowing that she sometimes set hours on the phone to her friend Michelle I answered a little sarcastically, "Let me guess, Michelle is onto her third potential husband this month?" "No not even close. On Saturday the kids are going to your parents and your new Domme is coming over to give you the thrashing you have been asking for! Her name is Mandy and I've had a good long chat with her and she sounds like she really knows what she is doing," said Kate grinning. After fantasising about this for years, knowing that this may actually become a reality suddenly had me a little nervous. With a dry mouth and butterflies in my stomach all I could manage was, "Err, really?" "Yes really and I have to say that my chat was very enlightening. I told her what you asked for and she said it was no problem. She is really professional - she went through the psychology of this kind of thing and made some additional suggestions that she thought would enhance things." "What did she suggest?" I asked. "Mandy and I agreed that it would be best to surprise you," said Kate smiling. "Your best mate Mandy eh?" I laughed. After the initial nerves of finding out that my darkest, scariest fantasy was going to be fulfilled I actually started to get excited about it all. "Ok, I asked for this so bring it on! Are you going to watch?" "No definitely not!" Kate protested. "This is your fantasy not mine and I would hate watching you being tormented. I discussed this with Mandy too and she suggested that I make myself scarce so I will give Michelle a call and see if she fancies going out for a few drinks on Saturday. I am going to make sure you are ready, tie you up, blindfold you, and then leave you to her mercy!" "Ok. I can't say I'm not scared but I am excited for this too." I wanted to ask her about the other fantasy but I had agreed not to pester her so I let that thought pass. "By the way" said Kate, "Mandy said it would be best if you were feeling a little sexually frustrated when she gets here on Saturday as it will heighten the sensations for you so she said that we were to refrain from sex until Saturday." Before adding, "And that includes masturbating!" -=- I was on edge for the next few days and eventually Saturday came. When we woke up, Kate said, "Right, you need to take the kids to your parent's this afternoon. Mandy is dropping off some gear at 4pm so you need to make sure you are out by 3.30 and don't come back until after 4.30." "No problem," I replied. "And don't go into the den when you get back." We live in a big old Victorian house that has a basement room that we have kitted out as a den with a TV, hi-fi, and games console. It was the obvious choice for what we were going to do tonight as it had no outside windows and was therefore fairly sound-proofed. That thought did give me a brief chill but I had no intentions of backing out at this stage. I returned home about 6.00 after dropping the kids off and staying at my parents for a chat. Kate had opened a bottle of wine so I poured myself a glass and chatted while she started getting ready for her night out with Michelle. Whenever I had asked her about what Mandy was like, her response was always that I will never know as I am going to be blindfolded for the entire session so I didn't ask again. "So do I need to do anything to prepare for Mandy?" I asked. "No your role is going to be entirely passive tonight!" she laughed. I took a shower, lay on the bed in my towel, and started reading a book to take my mind off things. At 7pm, Kate looked at the clock and said, "Right Mr, take off that towel and follow me to the den. Or maybe I should call it the dungeon," she laughed. "Oh I almost forgot, if you need to go to the toilet please go now as you won't get a chance later and we don't want any little accidents later do we?" After nipping to the toilet I followed her to the basement den and when I walked in I noticed a couple of new items. First of all there was a chest-type suitcase with a padlock attached but more interestingly there was what looked like a piece of equipment you would normally see in a gym. It consisted of a padded bench that had various attachments and lots of heavy-duty cuffs with buckles. Kate explained, "I'm told that this is called a whipping bench that Mandy had custom made for her. You need to lie on it face down with your face in that gap and kneel your legs on those extensions." Attached to the padded bench were a couple of smaller padded platforms each about the width of my leg at the opposite end of the bench to the gap for my face but lower than the bench by about a foot. I mounted the device as instructed and found that with my body flat on the bench with my hips on the edge, my legs were slightly bent under me with my knees about level with my belly-button. This left my cock and balls hanging straight down under me. I swallowed. "That's it," said Kate, "stay there while I fasten these buckles. Mandy said just to tie them fairly tight for now and she will adjust them when she gets here." "This is a little bit scary all of a sudden," I muttered, almost to myself. "Well it looks scary to me!" said Kate. "If you want to you still have a chance to back out, but it is your last chance. If you say you want to go through with it I am going to put on a blindfold and gag so no matter how much it hurts you are stuck until it's over." Although I was scared shitless, I had been having this fantasy for years and I knew that if I did not go through with it after coming this far I would probably never experience it. "Do it. Put the gag on," I said firmly. Without saying another word, Kate retrieved a gag and blindfold from where she had hidden them in a cupboard, put them into my mouth and over my eyes and tied them firmly. "I just have a couple of thing to finish setting up then I am going to finish getting ready and then go out. I hope you get what you want out of this she said doubtfully." I could hear her shuffling around in the room. First of all she turned on the hi-fi and tuned in to the local pop radio station playing middle of the road chart music and turned it up fairly loud but not blaring. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of her laptop starting up. This had me curious but most of my attention was on my cock and balls hanging down vulnerably between my legs. Next she put earphones on my head. Kate said, "I hope you're comfortable. This isn't me by the way it's a recording. Mandy has given me a list of messages to record that she will play from time to during your session and this is the first. When I had a long chat to her the other day she explained the psychology of this sort of thing and that the experience is as much about loss of control and humiliation as it is about pain. So some of my messages will be to torment you to help to enhance the experience. I hope this works and that you will forgive me if it doesn't but Mandy was quite convincing that it would make everything that bit more intense for you." There was a slight pause before she continued, "As you are listening to this I am on my way back upstairs to finish getting ready for my night out. The thing is, when Mandy was asking about your preferences she also asked about any other fantasies you have and I told her about the one about me fucking someone else. She suggested that if I planned to go ahead with that fantasy it would be an excellent idea to fulfil both at the same time. So I am not going out with Michelle but I am meeting another man. If all goes well, while Mandy is fucking with you, this man will be fucking me. I can tell you that it is someone that you know but I will keep his name secret until a little later in the session. I want you to think about that while you are waiting for Mandy to arrive. Enjoy!" The recording stopped there and I was stunned. She really was going through with it. Even though I was tied, gagged, blindfolded and completely vulnerable and waiting for someone I had never met to torture me, the thought of Kate with someone else filled my mind and I started to get aroused. -=- I lay there unable to move for what seemed like hours. All of that time, thoughts were going through my head about what was happening to Kate. Who was she with? Could it really be one of my mates and if so which one? Have they done anything by now? Was she naked? Had she sucked his cock? Had she cum? I hoped it was not one of my mates but just someone I knew of - was it some young stud from work? Whenever the thought was arousing I felt my cock getting hard. I remember thinking that it felt weird that my semi-hard cock was not touching anything but just hanging underneath me when THWACK! My balls had been hit so hard that they felt that they were not going to stop until they hit my throat! Agony and Ecstasy As the aching pain moved from my balls into my stomach, Kate's recorded voice started in my ears, "How was that sweetie? Mandy said that by now you would be quite aroused thinking about me and, erm, my lover. She said she would give you a little swat to your balls to get you warmed-up." "Little warm-up swat!" I thought. Mandy had introduced herself by hitting my balls about twice as hard as Kate ever had when we had experimented previously! I could feel Mandy walking around the bench checking the buckles, and fastening additional buckles around my hips, neck, and head so that I could not wriggle around in the slightest. While she did this, Kate's voice continued, "I have arranged to meet my lover in the bar in the Hilton. I doubt that there will be anyone we know there but I really hope there isn't. Do you remember the time that you made me dress up as a slut when we were on holiday? I wore that silk semi-transparent top with no bra, that short pleated mini-skirt with no nickers, those strappy high-heels, and that bright red lipstick. I am actually wearing it to try it on as I am recording this message and I have to say it is not classy at all. I look like a slut. No more, no less. Well I am wearing that to meet him. Everyone in the bar, my lover included, will know that I am going to be fucked tonight." Even with my balls still aching from the first swat I was starting to get aroused again from Kate's words. I felt Mandy take hold of my balls and wrap what felt like a piece of elastic around the top of my scrotum, holding my balls away from my body. Kate continued, "I will leave you with those images and with Mandy's full attention. I love you." As soon as the recording stopped, I felt the thwack-thwack of two slaps to my balls in quick succession. If I could move I knew I would be doubled over by now. I guessed from the feel that Mandy was hitting my balls with something like a leather paddle and each slap was harder than the first one. I screamed out in pain but I knew that it would have come out as no more than a gurgle with the gag in my mouth. Next I felt her touch my nipples and rub them gently so that they started to become firm. Although I guessed what was coming, it did not lessen the pain when she attached a clamp to each nipple. The clamps felt like they had powerful springs and pinched my nipples severely - the pain in my nipples causing the pain in my balls to ease slightly. But not for long. As soon as Mandy had walked back around from my nipples she slapped my balls three more times. My balls already felt sore by this time so each slap, even though the same force as the second set, seemed to cause even more pain. Without pausing, Mandy started hitting my arse cheeks with the paddle. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. At first I started to count but after the first ten strokes my arse felt on fire and I lost track. I knew from the force and the frequency of the strokes that she would be breathing hard by now and working up a sweat. An image briefly came into my head of a gorgeous, athletic blonde woman in one of those boxercise classes in the gym working up a sweat wearing a rubber cat-suit before the pain in my arse burned it away. By this point I was crying and could feel the tears pooling in my blindfold. "Please no, I've had enough!" I sobbed as the leather paddle crashed down hard onto my already bruised balls for the umpteenth time, but as I was gagged, blindfolded and restrained so that I could hardly move a muscle my pleas for mercy were heard only by myself. Not that I thought that my tormentor would have relented even if she could hear me. This continued for what seemed like hours. Mandy would occasionally switch from the paddle to something sharper but lighter - a riding crop I guessed - and smack my arse, balls, and occasionally the end of my cock. Every so often she would pull on the clamps attached to my nipples until, in their sore state, they felt like they were going to rip right off. Eventually the punishment stopped. Mandy gently massaged my balls and rubbed my arse. She walked around to my torso and unclipped the nipple clamps - the pain from this was even more intense as the blood rushed back into my tender nipples. The recording of Kate's voice reappeared in my ears, "Well I hope you enjoyed that and that it was everything you hoped for." I breathed out in a huge sigh. I could still feel the soreness in my cock, balls, arse, and nipples. I had cried and screamed into my gag and I was so relieved that it was over. -=- "I'm afraid I just lied, Tom. Sorry but Mandy told me to say that. It seems really cruel but Mandy said it will increase the intensity to another level for the next session. You are actually only 30 minutes into your session but no doubt it seems like longer. I really really hope you are enjoying this and the next session is at least bearable for you. To make you feel better try to think of me with my new lover, hopefully by now I will have had at least a look at his cock - it is meant to be really big and I am thinking about it while I am recording this and feel both excited and apprehensive myself. I'll probably have a play with myself before recording the next message. I have to confess I have been so horny and masturbating myself silly since you were banned from fucking me earlier this week!" At that point, the nipple clamps went straight back onto my nipples. Not only were my nipples already sore from before, but I could tell that Mandy had attached weights to them and I could feel my nipples pulling away from my body in agony. She then grabbed my balls and I could feel a sheet of something flat and hard shoved up against the front of my balls and then the back. I knew from looking at porn and various fetish websites that this was a ball-crusher. My balls were very sensitive to any touch by this point but I could tell that Mandy was tightening the screws on the device. She tightened them to the point that all I could feel was a constant dull ache. Next, even over the sound of the radio, I heard a swoosh and felt agonising pain on both of my arse cheeks at the same time. I guessed that this was a cane. I screamed and Mandy ignored me and struck me over and over again with the cane. I counted 10 strokes and I was sobbing so hard I could hardly breathe. Mandy stopped and I could feel her nudging the ball-crusher. I knew that she was tightening it as the dull ache slowly became sharper. Then she returned to whipping my sore arse with the cane. This cycle was repeated twice more - each time the pain in my balls getting sharper until by the end it was competing with the agony of the cane for my attention. Mandy stopped and released my aching nuts from the ball crusher. She gently massaged my now extremely tender balls. I could tell that Mandy was being very gentle but my balls were so sore that each touch felt like a hard squeeze. She then removed the nipple clamps and weights. I braced myself for the next torment but nothing came. I waited longer and still nothing happened. By this point I knew that there was a good chance that this respite was part of the torment and that more pain was certain to be waiting for me so I would not let myself believe that it was over. The next thing I felt was icy cold on my cock and balls. As far as I could tell she was tying a bag of some kind that was filled with ice water around my cock and balls. The feeling of relief was bliss. I still would not let myself believe that it was over but having the cold against my sore nuts was relief in itself. -=- There was what seemed like an age before I felt anything else and I could tell that she was removing the sack of ice water from my tender cock and balls and she gently dabbed them dry with a towel. By this point they were feeling a bit numb from the cold so I could not feel too many sensations but I was relieved that the pain had subsided. Mandy removed my headphones and I heard the door to the den open. "Oh my fucking god I do not believe what I am seeing here!" It was a man's voice and I recognised it as Steve Cooper. My heart sank. My already awful day just got several times worse. Steve Cooper was the nearest thing I had to a Nemesis. I met Steve when he joined the company that I worked for as a graduate recruit. I had already been at the firm for 5 years and was a junior manager and Steve was assigned to work for me. At first we got on well and Steve was an excellent addition to the team. He was hard-working, intelligent and charming. He was also very good looking and rumour had it that he had fucked practically every single woman in the office, not to mention a few of the married ones, and if the rumours were true, every one of those women only needed a snap of his fingers for them to go running back to him for another tryst. He never bragged about any of his conquests and I think that made him even more attractive to the women. During the time he was working for me we would sometimes play squash at lunchtime and I remember seeing him stripping for the shower and thinking that some guys have all the luck: intelligent, charming, good-looking and a huge cock as well! Now I always considered my cock was 'slightly above average' at 6.5 inches long and 5.5 inches around the base but, in our flaccid states after squash, his soft cock was at least half as long and wide again as mine. I groaned again as I remembered laughing and telling Kate about his endowment at the time. Her response at the time was simply to roll her eyes with a "Men!" but she had clearly remembered as I realised that this was Kate's new lover. After working for me for about a year, we were working on a particularly fraught project. There were so many problems that at one point I forgot to confirm an order for some vital parts and this caused even further delay. The correct thing to do at this point was to come clean and I would have had a stern word from my boss to get a grip on things and that would have been the end of it. Instead, I headed into my meeting with my boss and as Steve was accompanying me I reminded him not to mention me not confirming the order. I had a good relationship with the supplier and I had pushed enough business his way over the years that I knew he would not have said anything and just taken the complaint and promised it would not happen again. What I had not realised was that my boss was furious about these missing parts as there was another critical project dependent on them being in place so he said that he was going to find another supplier and blacklist the previous one for their failure. Whilst I was frantically trying to come up with an angle to calm my boss down, Steve chirped in with, "I can't let you do that sir, the thing is the project forgot to confirm the order so it would be wrong to let them take the blame." By the end of the month, I had been pushed into a dead-end project and Steve had been assigned to take over from me on the high-profile project we were delivering. For the next few years we would snipe at each other at every opportunity and try to make each other look bad. He almost always won our battles until eventually he moved onwards and upwards to a senior role at a competitor. I thought that was the last I would see of him until last year when he joined the same golf club as me. Again we both continued to snipe at each other, dropping hints of the other one cheating etc. whilst trying to put on a civilised front. I now remembered him chatting to Kate a month or two ago at a golf club event while I was at the bar and his wife was in the ladies room. "Look at your cock," he laughed, "I don't remember it being so small when we were playing squash but no doubt you kept it covered up." "No," I screamed into my gag, "it's above average! It's the ice!" Steve was clearly thrilled by what he saw, "No wonder Kate is looking for more action when that is all she's had to go at for the last 10 years. Oh wait she did tell me it was your idea, maybe you feel guilty for having such a small cock? It doesn't matter. I am going to enjoy fucking her and I will be sure to show her just what she has been missing since she took up with a wimp like you!" "Is it ok if I have a turn with this paddle? This cunt has been a twat towards me since we met and now is my chance to get my own back." I didn't hear a response from Mandy but I knew she had agreed when I felt the first sting of the paddle on my sore arse. Now when we first started playing squash all those years ago, Steve was a relative novice and I had been playing regularly since school. I beat him for the first few games but pretty soon he was competitive and before too long he would beat me more often than not. I remembered he had a fierce backhand and if I ever hit the ball to the wrong side he would smash it past me before I could move. I could tell that he was now putting his backhand to good use. Putting all of his strength into it, I could feel the bench move a tiny bit after each stroke, each stroke feeling like it was putting a new bruise onto those already there. "Hope you're enjoying that you cunt! This is for telling the vice-captain that I had deliberately missed a shot at the club open." Thwack! Square on the bottom of my balls. I thought I was going to be sick. At this point, Mandy must have signalled to him as he said, "Yeah ok I'm going." Then to me, "Your wife has already sucked me off and let me cum in her mouth but now I'm off to stretch out your wife's pussy so far that your little pencil dick won't feel a thing from now on." And with that the door closed and he was gone. I felt the headphones going back on over my ears and my wife's soft voice, "So you now know who is going to be fucking me tonight. I know it seems cruel knowing how you dislike each other so much but Mandy persuaded me that it would add to the humiliation and make your experience even more intense." Well she was right about the humiliation but she went on, "When I chatted to Mandy about your fantasy she quizzed me about potential lovers, I mentioned that Steve had tried to hit on me at the last golf club do as I had remembered about his reputation and of course his big cock. Even though I told her about your rivalry, Mandy said that he would be perfect. We know that he can be discrete and does not brag about his conquests and now that he is married he has as much to lose as anyone if his wife found out. So hopefully by now I'll have seen a bit of what the fuss is about and I'll be looking forward to the main event. Don't worry, Mandy has a few more little surprises to keep you busy while I am getting busy!" The recording trailed off as she was laughing to her own joke. Thwack, thwack, thwack went the paddle on my balls to bring me back to the here and now. "Please, I really can't take any more," I screamed to myself but as promised Mandy did have some more surprises. Next was some kind of whip that I had not felt before. It was much lighter in weight but it felt so sharp that each stroke felt like it was ripping my skin open. Almost like it was a wire of some kind. She started on my arse but covered my legs, cock, and eventually my balls. She even managed to direct a couple of strokes to my very sore nipples at the end. -=- After a few minutes she stopped and I could hear some new sounds in my headphones. It took a while before it dawned on me that it was slurping and moaning sounds coming from my bedroom. "Oh god yes that's it there," moaned Kate, "don't stop. You're going to make me cum." All of a sudden I forgot about all of the pain as I listened intently to my wife about to have an orgasm at the hands, and I guessed the tongue, of another man. In my highly emotional state I was on the one hand delighted that my wife was enjoying the fantasy that I had harboured for years, and on the other hand horrified at the humiliation that I was feeling that it was my hated rival that was giving her that pleasure and, for the first time in over 10 years, not me. "Oh yes I'm cumming!" said Kate with a long low exhalation of breath. Thwack, thwack, thwack went the paddle on my tender balls sending waves of pain into my stomach again. Kate continued to moan as Steve worked on her, every so often building to another orgasm, each one slightly stronger and louder than the last. Every time Kate had an orgasm I would get three more swats to my very sore testicles and as best as I could tell Mandy was trying to match the force of her swats to the strength of Kate's orgasms. For the most part Mandy left me alone outside of the orgasm swats although whenever there were a few moments without an orgasm I would get a few swats on my arse from a paddle or sometimes the cane. After I don't know how many orgasms, I heard Steve's voice, "You're very wet now you know. I think you're ready." "Fuck that was good," said Kate who rarely swore, "I'm dying to feel your cock in me but I am worried it is going to hurt. I mean it is so much bigger than I am used to." "Nooo," my mind was screaming, "6.5 inches is not small!" We had watched enough porn films in the past for her to know what was big and small and although I knew Steve was bigger than me I didn't think he was John Holmes size or anything. "Don't worry about a thing," said Steve, "I know you've not been worked hard since you've been with Tom but I've had my share of virgins in my time and with each one I took my time and by the end they were all taking all 10 inches." "Oh come on," I thought, "it's only 3.5 inches bigger than mine!" "You said you had some condoms," said Steve. "Oh yes, Tom bought some when I had a urinary infection last year. They are on the bedside table." I didn't remember having any condoms. After a brief pause Steve said, "I think there is something wrong with these condoms. Oh fuck I should have known - they are extra small." Extra small?! Then I realised that this was all part of the humiliation. Kate and Mandy had worked out a way to give Steve the impression that I had a tiny cock and all of this talk and the ice water and small condoms were just reinforcing this!" I just groaned, picturing his shit-eating grin next time I see him at the golf club. I knew he would not be able to say much to anyone else but just having him thinking that I had a small cock made it true between us. I mean he did have a much bigger cock than me so I could hardly get my average cock out and wave it at him saying, "See I'm not that tiny!" could I? "Oh shit," said Steve, "You said you had condoms so I didn't bring any!" "Don't worry Steve, I am on the pill. I'm not going to let you get away from here without putting that gorgeous cock into me." "Fine by me babe!" Fuck it just kept getting worse. Steve Cooper, my nemesis, was not only going to fuck my wife, but he was going to get to dump his cum deep into her pussy. "How do you want me?" said Kate. "On your back for now. I'll work it in slowly until you are used to the size." I heard some rustling around and some kissing noises. Mandy had taken hold of my very sensitive balls and was squeezing them in one of her hands. My cock betrayed me and started to get hard despite all of the pain and discomfort. "Oh god I feel so full!" "It's ok, my cock-head is in now. I'm just going to rock back and forth and push it deeper a tiny bit at a time. Let me know if it starts to hurt and I will slow down." I could just hear a series of gasps from Kate, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," as Steve was pushing his cock deeper into her. At the same time, and almost in time, Mandy was squeezing my balls a little harder with each of Steve's thrusts. Eventually, when Mandy was grinding my balls together with one hand, Steve finally said, "That's it. Balls deep! Relax and I will hold it here for a moment until you are used to it." Agony and Ecstasy All I could hear from Kate was a deep guttural moaning. After a minute or so I heard a slurping sound then a rustle then a slapping sound in my headphones. I guessed it was Steve pulling out and thrusting back in and this was confirmed by Kate, "Ooooooh!" was all she said in a high-pitched moan. Mandy released my balls and swatted my arse with what I thought was the riding crop again. Steve pulled out and thrust in again, Kate moaned again, and Mandy swatted my arse again. And again. And again. As Steve picked up the pace so did Mandy and my arse started feeling hot again where the crop was striking. Soon I heard Kate reaching yet another orgasm. "Oh yes, that feels good, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm goanna cum, yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming! Yes!" By the end she was practically screaming. I got three very hard swats to my nuts from the riding crop. I could hear Kate speaking to Steve, "Oh fucking hell that was amazing. I never knew it could feel so good." "Glad you enjoyed it," said Steve, "does that mean it's ok for me to go harder now?" "Harder?! Are you kidding? Fuck yes, fuck me hard Steve, make me cum like that again." A little bit of me was hoping that this was all put on by Kate to add to the humiliation. But I knew that she was not a good enough actress to make those sounds and those screams. I knew she was getting the seeing-to of a lifetime and those mixed feelings of both pride and shame washed over me. This went on for what seem like hours. Occasionally they would shift positions, often Kate would be shouting obscenities, "Fuck, yes, fuck me, yes, harder, yes, I'm cumming again!!" and with every one of Steve's thrusts I would get a swat with the riding crop and with every one of Kate's orgasms I would get three sharp swats to my nuts. Eventually, I could hear Steve's orgasm building. Starting with a series of grunts then, "I'm goanna cum too babe. Tell me where you want it." "Deep!" said Kate, "Fuck me hard and dump your cum deep in my belly. Deep as you can" Both of them were panting hard by now. A deep groan by Steve was immediately followed by a scream of "Yessssss!" from Kate followed by a full on swat to my balls with the cane. Steve and Kate were in ecstasy and I was in agony. -=- Eventually I stopped sobbing and I could feel Mandy manipulating my balls, wrapping something around them. Next came the nipple clamps again. After that I felt a pull on my balls like something was hanging from whatever was wrapped around them. Not only that, the pull on the wrapper pushed my already sore and swollen balls together. I felt the weight being pushed forward and released. As the weight swung back I felt an agonising pull on my nipples and balls at the same time. It was obvious that the weights on my balls had been attached to the nipple clamps so that if the weights swung backwards they would pull on my nipples too. Kate's recorded voice started up on my headphones. "Ok by now you should have heard the sounds of me being fucked. It was more than I promised to let you hear so I hope it was good. More importantly I hope it was good for me too!" she laughed. "Ok Mandy will be packing her stuff away by now and should have left you with a little discomfort to remember her." "A little?" I thought. My balls were in agony! "I will come to let you out as soon as I can but I have agreed that I will only come down when Steve has either had enough or can't get it up any more. He knows your predicament so no doubt he will try to prolong things as long as he can but I will try to finish him off asap. Sorry but Mandy said to warn you that the weights will start to feel heavier the longer you are wearing them." -=- After what seemed like ages with my nuts throbbing, I felt the headphones lifted from my ears and the real Kate speaking to me. "Sweetie I hope you are ok. Steve has to get back too so rather than prolonging things too much I have reached a compromise with him. He has promised to make himself cum within 5 minutes if we do it this way. Well you'll see." Next I felt Kate's bare breasts on my back as she lay face down on top of me. I then felt what was obviously Steve come up behind her and start fucking her from behind. Before long they both got into a rhythm and I could feel Kate breathing heavily in my ear and I heard Steve say, "Kate, grab that chain hanging between his nipples and his balls." Without any question she did so. Steve then started to fuck her as hard as he could. I could feel Kate's body pounding into me under Steve's attack and before long she was cumming again. As Kate's body was being pounded, her hands moved back and forth while she was holding the chain and the weights started to swing back and forth. My balls were in agony and with each swing it felt like my nipples were going to be torn right off. Thankfully it was not too long before Steve shouted, "I'm cumming!" as I felt Kate's body thrust into me as she was being thrust into. "Fuck that was an awesome experience," said Steve as he pulled away. Kate lay on top of me for a moment as she released the nipple clamps and removed the weights and wrapper from around my balls. "Stay there," she said, "I need to let Steve out then I will let you up. God I hope it was good for you as I loved my fucking. I love you Tom, thank you." I was so exhausted that I don't think I could have moved anyway.