Cock & ball torture - Page 9

CHAPTER 1 “ Oh, shit, ” I thought, “ I’ m really in for it. She’ s caught me again. ” I had just showered after dinner and my hand automatically went down to my cock. I pulled my hand from my shorts and waited f...

A WILLING CUCKOLD— MY CONCLUSION I originally wrote this story for another site that will remain nameless here. Although you cannot read what came before I think I have given enough information to enable any reader to make sense of the...

Characters Bride: Disha (26) Bride’ s mother: Malaika (45) Bride’ s younger sister: Alia (25) Bride’ s younger sister: Jhanvi (21) Groom’ s mother: Mandira (46) Groo...

Adam could barely look at Jess who was sitting on the bed covered in another man' s cum. He sat on the edge of the bed wondering why he hadn' t yet fled the room as big white blobs of Jason' s juice rolled off of his girlfriend' s...

As what I thought as typical teenage behavior and still being a virgin I was obsessewith masturbation. While I used to fantasize about the girls in grade school, 5th grade was when I d started masturbating, to be exact, on into high school, I used...

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Chapter Twenty-Eight TITUS I shuffled over to Zander, every step a labor of agony. It had been two weeks since I’ d sustained the wounds, but I still felt them acutely. Solar fire and Nadi wood were not t...

This story is not true. There is no New York State. There is no Department of Correctional Services and they do not have prisons. There is no Judge John Cline and he never sat on the bench in Albany County New York

Okay this is totally fake but here it goes! I was 15 when all this happend. It was a normal day of school. But something happend in the afternoon. I was walking down the hallway until six of these dumb jocks I hate came up to me and started picking on me

The Cock Lock Carly Parker stopped in the hallway, just outside her son’s door. She heard the grunts and knew he was jacking off. She’d heard the same sounds many times, lately, and at all hours of the night and day

I hadn’t seen Julie, my wife’s best friend, since her last visit to our house. Now all being in our early twenties, the two of them had met at university and had stayed friends ever since. I met my wife, Sue, later on, but had never been keen on Julie

This happened this weekend and it all happened because of XNXX/stories. I’ve posted 3 stories on this site so far and I seem to be enjoying the idea of finally exposing all these events that have happened to me over my life and have them read by strangers

The orphanage rested about 15 miles outside of town. Unlike many stories, there were no signs of mental, physical, or sexual abuse at this particular orphanage. Though it was strict, and at times, extremely strict, this orphanage truly took care of all the disowned occupants

It was one of our high school crew weekend parties. We would chill out at our ususal spot: this club's back room and we would just fuck away. No one bothered us, they knew we were high school jocks just looking to fuck

Goodness. I guess just enjoy and leave me nice comments if you want more because trust me these two are far from done. After a quick break to eat and recover a little-during which Oren seemed to return to his normal almost shy state-I had Oren strung up to a hook on the ceiling

Ballbusted into Slavery Chapter 1 There are many who would say I had it coming. I was amused by stories of other men being subjected to cock and ball torture by sadistic women and looked at websites about it

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

PREPARATION Consciousness returned slowly. I lay on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The décor was pink and there were quantities of lace. It was warm, with subdued hidden lighting. I was naked. My arms, shoulders, back, anus and testicles ached. So did my head

Taking Ownership By Randy MacAnus NOTE: All rights are reserved by the author. If you are underage in your jurisdiction or you are offended by stories of gay sex, that includes bondage, Dominant/submissive themes, pain and humiliation, then do not read this

THE INNOCENT Chapter one Now I thought to myself, “This has now gone past the point of no return”. I wonder if I’ll survive the next couple of hours with my sanity intact