I was lying naked next to Miss, her still in her comfy clothes, watching some trash TV before going to sleep. She looked over at me and from her angle she thought my genitals resembled a flat vagina. She laughed at the sight and comically shook my flaccid penis while commenting on its uselessness.
I hadn’t had a full orgasm in two weeks and had been teased to the brink several times since then, so I was extremely horny. Even though her attention to my penis wasn’t particularly sensual, it caused my normally 1-inch soft penis to harden to its full 4 inches. 2.5 inches, if you ask her.
She grabbed my balls lightly and gave them a bit of a squeeze, laughing at my reaction, a mix of pain and pleasure. While I don’t like the feeling of my balls being hurt, I love her hurting them; it’s a confusing experience. Whenever she asks me if I want her to hurt them, I have a hard time saying yes, but I hardly ever say no and she takes my hesitance in answering as a yes.
She stood up and commanded, “Take my clothes off.”
I obeyed, kneeling down to remove her pants. As I did, she asked playfully, “Do you think I’m going to kick your balls?”
I hesitated, then replied, “I didn’t think you would until you mentioned it.”
My cock twitched and hardened further at the thought.
“Would you like me to kick them hard?” she asked.
My cock twitched again, and I was left speechless for a moment, my mind immediately going to sub space before fumbling out the words, “I’d like you to kick them as hard as….”
But before I could finish, her foot connected with my balls, silencing me. Since I didn’t drop from the initial kick, she delivered a second one, which brought me down to my hands and knees.
She laughed and walked around me, saying, “Oh, I like that view.”
I rotated my body around so my ass pointed towards her, my cock and balls swinging vulnerably between my legs.
“Would you like me to hit them with this?” she asked, holding something I couldn’t see. I know now it was a belt.
I’m not sure how many swings she took, but I felt at least two solid hits on my right testicle, causing me to drop to my stomach.
She left the room for a minute to finish getting ready for bed, laughing as she left, while I struggled back to my hands and knees.
When she returned, she asked if I wanted the belt again.
I somehow managed to say no, but I don’t think that was true. I think I wanted her to do it anyway. I thought that was the end of things for the night, but then her foot connected again, followed by three more hard kicks to my balls.
I dropped to the ground once more, her laughter ringing in my ears.
Between grunts, I managed to say, “Oh my god, I love you so much.”
“Get up,” she said. “You’re making me feel bad.”
I got back to my knees and made it onto the bed and lay down next to her.
My cock was rock hard, and she laughed at how turned on I was, and hypothetically asked why it turned me on so much. She pointed out that my cock was leaking a lot.
“Eat it,” she ordered.
I scooped up precum and licked it off my finger.
Then, she grabbed my cock by the head and stroked it, using the rest of the leaking precum as lube.
After about 30 seconds, I moaned for her to stop, warning her that I was close to cumming, but it was too late.
I tensed up trying to hold back. “No, no, no , no, no,” I pleaded.
Despite my efforts to hold back, cum started to dribble out of my cock, dripping down its length and pooling at the base.
With disappointment in her voice, she said, “Well, better eat it then.”
I scooped up the pool of cum and slurped it off my fingers, making sure not to miss any, while she commented on how disgusting it was.
I apologized for my accident, and she said with a smirk, “Did you enjoy your orgasm?”
I tried to argue that it wasn’t an orgasm but she just laughed.
After I thanked her, she rolled over to go to sleep.
We exchanged I love yous and she drifted off, leaving me sitting there with a hard cock and aching balls.
