Daniel slowly wakes up, his eyes still heavy and his mind foggy. It takes a moment, but he realises that he is restrained to the bed of his hotel room; feet tied to the end of the bed, hands to the head. In a panic he lifts his head as far as he can, seeing Mary sitting on the chair in the corner near the TV. He looks down at his body in all his nakedness suddenly wishing he didn't sleep naked.
"How'd you get in?" He asked, trying to sound cool and calm. Confident. Somehow he felt he had failed.
"I simply told the front desk that I was your girlfriend and that you had asked me to come around because you weren't feeling the best. They offered to call a doctor, of course, but I assured them that you weren't too bad and you just wanted me to sit with you. Seeing as they have seen me here several times with you they believed me and let me in."
Daniel was visiting Mary from Australia and they had spent a considerable amount of time together, including at the hotel. He could see how the staff might have thought they were together, although he wished they had tried to call or something to confirm.
"Why am I tied up?" Why he asked he wasn't too sure, he was fairly sure he knew why. Surprised, but he thought he knew.
"Well you know that I love your balls." Mary grinned devilishly in a way that made Daniel feel uneasy.
At the mention of his testicles he became aware of a tight throbbing pain emanating from them. He could feel a rope of some sort tied around them, forcing his precious balls tight against the end of their protective home. He figured it was probably similar to what he had done to himself at home a thousand times. It wasn't too bad, slight enough that he hadn't noticed in the brief panic of waking up to find himself restrained by the love of his life, but now he was thinking about it, it was hurting quite considerably.
"I'll just shout for help." He warned her.
She tsked, "You don't want to make me happy?"
"I'd much rather you asked!" His voice was rising in anger and frustration.
Mary stood. "I'm taking that as a no then." It wasn't a question. She undid the button and zipper on her jeans, revealing the top of her blue underwear.
Unwillingly Daniel could feel his dick slightly harden. Thankfully it wasn't enough that it was noticeable to Mary. What she did next, however, made his dick jump up, nearly fully erect. She pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it onto his chest. He inhaled her scent and cast his eyes onto her beautiful body. He bra, which was black, hugged her gorgeous tits perfectly. Never in his most realistic of dreams had he envisioned this happening.
Mary had noticed his erection and took the three steps to stand at the side of his bed.
"Obviously you do want to make me happy." The smirk she wore infused her voice with an almost venom-like sound. Without warning she backhanded his throbbing cock, sending it smashing into his thigh before wobbling around until it steadied - only the beat of his heart causing it to twitch. He couldn't help but to whimper and he scrunched his face in pain.
The real pain came a second later when she flicked his swollen nuts harder than he had ever done to himself. He started to shout, only being silenced by a fast moving Mary slamming her hand down onto his mouth.
"I hadn't wanted to do this." She sighed as she picked up a backpack that had previously been laying out of Daniel's sight and pulled out a homemade ball gag: a tightly rolled pair of socks which she forced into his mouth until he could hardly breath. Try as he might, he couldn't spit them out. At least they were clean socks.
Mary knelt on the bed between Daniel's spread legs.
"Now do you want to make me happy?" She asked again. Daniel nodded. A smile spread across her face. "Good." With that she calmly, but forcefully, pressed her palm into his bright red testicles, compressing them to about half their ordinary size, the rope bindings not allowing the precious testicles to push back into his body like they should. Daniel screamed into the sock gag.
"Hm. Maybe we should play some music too. Just incase." It was obvious that Mary wasn't speaking to him, just thinking out loud.
She got off the bed and grabbed his iPod off the dresser. She plugged it into the portable speakers that he always brought with him overseas and hit the 'Shuffle all' button. Muse started to play as she clambered back into the bed.
"You know, darling," she started, "your balls being tied up makes me so wet." Her voice was loud enough that he could hear it, but he doubted anyone else could hear over the sound of Muse and the semi-soundproofed walls of the hotel room. The tone of her voice was sexy; mischievous.
And then just like that, with no warning, she slammed her fist into Daniel's tender balls. He arched his back as far as he could, shouting to no avail, as the pain emanated up his body. She stood and started to kick him right in the family jewels, one kick for every bar of the music that played - about once every 2 seconds. The kicks weren't hard but they were hard enough and they were frequent. Daniel strained, screaming. He begged her to stop but she couldn't hear him. Even if she could, it was highly unlikely she spoke Muffled Sock Gag.
After a dozen kicks the song ended. Daniel thought he might gain a respite. He was wrong. Mary dropped: both hands on either side of his body, her left knee on the mattress; using the momentum of the gravity forcing her body down to aid her as she swung her right knee down and crashing into Daniel's nuts. Even with the rope there, stopping them from moving around his scrotum, the sheer force of the blow flattening his balls before pressing everything - rope and all - into his body cavity. The second that Mary moved her knee his balls, with their rope constraints, popped back into place albeit significantly more damaged than before. The pain caused Daniel's body to go into shut down, as he passed out.
Another sharp pain shot through his body a minute later, jolting him back to the waking world. Daniel could hear the sounds of Sonata Arctica playing. Mary was using the steady beat of the double bass kick drum as a metronome for her next torture: turning his balls into a punching bag. The blows came down one after another, in a blur of pain. He was tensed from head to toe and he could feel veins in his forehead start to burst. There was no respite, no relief. He couldn't even black out again. All he could hear now was the constant slapping sounds of Mary's fists striking him in the most sensitive of places nonstop.
To his relief this only lasted a couple of minutes as the relentless pace of the symphonic metal wore out Mary, her arms obviously tired. She got off the bed and sat back in the chair. For a bit, Daniel thought that maybe she was done and he started to wriggle, fighting the restraints.
Mary got up and picked up her backpack again.
"I don't think that rope is tight enough."
Daniel decided not to try to respond, rather just let her do whatever. She took a rolling pizza cutter - the sort that is literally just a sharp, steel wheel and started to roll it over the rope on his scrotum. The pressure she used wasn't hard, but Daniel could feel the blade pressing against his balls; which were surely about three times their ordinary size. And probably purple or black. Or both. Quickly the rope was cut and she pulled it off. Daniel sighed into the socks in a mixture of pain and relief as blood flowed back into his scrotum, filling his battered and slightly flattened swollen testicles with essential oxygenated blood. As Mary lifted the white rope away he noted a few spots of blood. She must has nicked him. Luckily after all the battering he hadn't felt it.
Unfortunately the relief was short lived as Mary grabbed them tight; her grip like a vice; her nails digging into the soft fleshy testicles as she yanked them away from his body as fast and as hard as she could. Daniel felt sick as he felt the skin of his already stretched ballsack start to stretch and thin out. She pulled until they popped out of her fist, his skin not allowing her to pull them any further away.
By now, Daniel had closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sick smile on Mary's face as she tortured him. For years he imagined that if this ever happened it would be fair: she would bust his balls until he couldn't take it anymore, and then maybe if he was lucky he would get to feel her up or see her naked. On his more unrealistic fantasies he pretended that she even let him fuck her. What he was going through now though was nothing like anything he had ever dreamt about it. It was hell.
Mary grabbed his balls again, pulling them away from him slightly as she looped a large zip tie around his nuts - right where all the squishy tubes are. She dropped his balls to hold the main lock of the zip tie as she snapped it closed as tight as she could. Suddenly every single part of his scrotum at that point: all the tubes, the veins, the skin, was compressed into a space that was about half a centimetre across. Immediately he felt the pressure rising in his busted balls as the blood flow stopped, and whatever blood there had been was trapped, the pain shooting into his stomach.
She stood next to the bed, right up near his head. "You want to make me happy, don't you?" She said again, as she took the socks out of his mouth. Daniel was too exhausted to speak, or make a noise other than faint gurgling sound. Mary trailed her left hand from her collar bone, down her cleavage and between her boobs; across her stomach; letting her finger tips glide under the waistband of her panties as she dipped her middle finger into her hot, wet sex. She took it out and slid it into Daniel's mouth, letting him taste her.
As she did that she took her right hand out from behind her back and brought the 9 pound reinforced and hardened steel mallet down onto his balls.
Her aim was true. The centre of the flat face of the mallet hit the tip of his balls. In an instant, Daniel's vision went white, and then black. His mouth sprung open. The force of the mallet caused the tight industrial zip tie to cut into the base of his mangled nuts. His right ball - the bigger one - burst under the pressure. Daniel passed out. When Mary removed the mallet from his crotch she had to look. She gasped as his balls didn't spring back to their place outside his body. There was a red smear just below Daniel's dick - which was no longer hard. The face of the mallet was also coated in a thin red sheen. Curiously, she poked where his nuts should have been. She could feel them - or what was left of them - inside his body. She pried them out. His right ball was deflated; clear and pale white liquid slowly dripping onto the bed. Both of his severely damaged balls were cut thanks to the zip tie (which had fallen off onto the mattress; she had hit them that hard she had forced both of his tenderised, but still meaty balls through the half centimetre gap). A thick red ooze slowly made its way to the bed as well. Both testes were skinned due to the zip tie, his scrotum on the sheets as well.
She pulled her jeans and underwear off, stepping out of them to climb on the bed between his legs. She lowered her hand to her clit and started to rub it hard.
