A fresh experience with my balls and cock

The wife and I have been exploring some new things and experimenting with various types of bondage. Not necessarily “tie you to the bed” or furry handcuff style gear, but binding focused on my cock and balls specifically. It began after being uncaged for several weeks while we searched for a better fitting option that wears well. She admitted she missed seeing an adornment on her business. I tend to agree. One day she returned from town with a box of assorted O-rings ranging from tiny to huge. I was intrigued but didn’t think much because she does artsy fartsy things constantly and has half a room full of craft trinkets, so I assumed it was more of the same. Boy was I wrong… That night, we put the kiddos in bed, showered together as usual several times a week, and retired to bed. We made out like horny teenagers and she started pulling and squeezing my balls since discovering recently that I enjoy it. Not just tugging and fondling, but full-on, white knuckle grip, pulling. Borderline CBT stuff, which honestly I’m not (as far as I know) into. She instructed me to lay on my back with hands under my ass, a position that has become the new standard for intense teasing and mind-boggling edging sessions. For several nights in this same position, she used paracord to tie my balls and cock, sometimes even binding them completely together. I enjoyed the sensations; it’s apparently been fun for her too. Sometimes nylon rope or even her boot laces were involved, which gave me another level of mind-fuck since she wore those boots out just that particular evening to dinner. Anyway, it’s been a new path and has been fun. One evening this script was playing out, except I was told to sit in a kitchen chair placed in the bedroom. My hands and feet were promptly tied expertly to the chair. We always play with dim lighting so we can see what we’re doing without overriding other senses by sight; it’s a good balance of awareness. So there I sat. She walked into the closet, emerged with her box of O-rings, set them on a table next to me and opened the box. She thumbed through the selection finding different sizes. Placing one around my cock and balls like the ring of a chastity device would be placed, followed by about three more in that same spot. Then going smaller, she found two that fit tightly behind the head of my penis—a sensation I had never felt before; it was very isolated and unique feeling. Followed by several around the base of my cock, stacking them to ensure a nice snug fit. She played with my cock and balls for a while letting me relax, even allowing me to move to the edge of the chair enough for her access to my rear. It was quite an exquisite experience. Then the ball pulling started and nearly sent me over the top right then and there. She took me into her mouth using both hands to pull on my sac; it took every fiber of myself not to blow every drop of pent-up semen right there!!! It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. She stopped short of cumming, used ice to “cool me off” and removed the rings. We talked about it the next day and she told me how much fun watching me writhe and try to contain myself was. She assured me that it would not be the last time we played that way. I was hopeful to say the least.:) As nights went on, I found myself in similar scenarios, even a few of those ending in orgasms, with one night in particular featuring some of the most fantastic cumshots I’d ever seen, much less produced! I was drained completely. What I was unsure of was exactly what had set me off to that degree. I was tied, sitting in the chair, cock and balls covered in constricting O-rings; she was biting and playing with my nipples and actually turned around to sit on my balls!!! And started grinding on them and rubbing my cock between her ass and my stomach. I couldn’t hold it!! I blew! But it wasn’t a very satisfying orgasm, just tons of cum. I spent the next day confused trying to figure out what pushed me over the edge. Admittedly, there was a lot going on. It wasn’t until a week later that I knew for certain. This had become almost our only way of playing. I’d occasionally lick her to orgasm in mornings, and sometimes she would make me cum while still laying on my hands with cock and balls bound, though that was fairly rare. One particular night, it all aligned; everything made sense. We showered, played a little. Ordered to sit in the chair again, I got tied up and started playing. Only this time she got all the O-rings on my cock, behind my cock and balls, and began adding them directly onto my sac itself. It was a bit painful at times but I let her continue as if I had any choice anyway. Lol. She secured about 5-6 O-rings, then I saw her reach for some considerably smaller ones. I got nervous as hell!! She cupped my bound-up ball sac and stretched one O-ring around my right nut, then another over my left! My head was spinning!!! She grabbed yet another! Rolled it over the right nut again; I felt a sensation and thought to myself, “surely I’m not about to come from this.” And as she rolled that second O-ring over my left testicle, I shot another load of cum just as impressive as the one the week prior! Now pause there. This did two things: it connected the dots on what happened the week prior (her sitting on my balls must have done it for me), but it also forced me to get over a long-time mortifying fear of mine—my own cum going into my mouth. About half of my load ended up landing in my open mouth. Surprisingly, I was not deterred. She had a completely devious grin; after icing me down, untying me, and taking another shower, we laid in bed. It didn’t take long for us both to go soundly to sleep. I’m sorry for the winded post. I’ll admit it was partly selfish reliving of the whole thing while typing. Has anyone ever orgasmed from ball play?

I'll add that since we do not have a currently wearable device she has been having me wear a wide clear anodized aluminum cock ring in a small size just around my balls, placed as a "ball stretcher" would be. It's small enough that it takes some work to get my balls into, loose enough once they're past to not cause pain and almost an inch wide. It is pretty comfy actually. Easy to wear 24/7 since the penis isn't involved. It wouldn't stop me from punching the clown if I really wanted to but it's a constant reminder of her "grip" on my balls. It's very effective mentally.

I haven't experienced anything like this but reading your account, I really want to introduce this idea to my wife. This sounds amazing.

There is a fine line between that bit of "good pain" and plain old, "ow, that shit hurts!" We've found that approaching that line is best done very slowly and with caution. It takes me being extremely worked up in order to really enjoy it to the fullest. Otherwise, it's not near as fun for us.

@OP, well... your remembrance is a classic story of how we all perceive things. You wrote "Borderline CBT stuff... white knuckling..." - well, in my world, that sure sounds CBT to me! Though I've been told that CBT stands for Cock & Ball _____ (Teasing / Torment / Torture) - because it all depends on how your perception and pain tolerance go;)

I wouldn't call it pain, just a bit of discomfort. It's strange to her how it can double me over if one of the kids plants their knee in my crotch climbing into my lap, but I can withstand her pulling on my balls until her arm is literally sore the next day as if she had worked out lol. I can't explain it; it's just a different sensation, different scenario, and my brain is in a different mode I guess. I don't know how long this will last or where it will progress but me being tied to a chair has become her preferred way of teasing and I'm ok with that:) I got one of the best blowjobs of my life the other night after being tied and edged for almost an hour. I think it's safe to say she's enjoying herself as well!!