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alquis2

My ball crushing experience

by Aliquis



I 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 childhood friend in a CBT mailing list.  Since we had last
met, Mark had become a doctor � a general practitioner.  After a fe
w
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 exper
iment.�

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 sto
od
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, 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�t
hrobbing.

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 barely managed to hold back my whimpers.  The pain was worse than I
imagined.  It felt like torture.  But the torture didn�t even start
ed.

For a few seconds I couldn�t speak, only breathe.  Then
Markï¿
½s 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 hur
ts.�

�I know it hurts. Concentrate!�

I tried.  �There�s a tension, a tightening
feeling in my as
s ... 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 abdo
men
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,
didnï¿
½t 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 h
ow
much it hurts!!! Oh god!�

�I think you are able to take one more turn,�
Mark said, an
d grabbed
the screw.

�Noo! Don�t do it!
Plee�AAAAAAAEEIII!!!�  A
lthough 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 t
ook
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.

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