A Fantasy Realised

The finger was removed and I waited breathlessly for his cock, but what was this! My balls were being drawn back between my spread thighs and something, string or twine was being wrpped tightly around them and around the base of my cock. My balls were split and bound seperately and then were pulled back with a sharp jerk and the string was tied off to my ankles. Oh god this wasn't part of the plan but I didn't dare move, my srotum was stretched too tightly. "What are you doing" I almost screeched but there was no reply. Instead, his hands gripped my hips and I felt his cock nudge against my hole. Fear and excitement combined, making me want it more than ever. "Yes take me, take me hard". He forced his way in. One moment there was a gentle pressure at my opening, the next he was sliding right up me. God it hurt but it was that stange kind of hurt that made me want more. It made me feel debased and humiliated and used. it made me feel a slut, a whore and a plaything as the pain and pleasure mixed, one no good without the other.

He took me hard and fast, slamming into me full depth, stretching me wide. And every time he forced it in, it rocked me forwards and the twine stretched my balls painfully. But I was begging him not to stop. I was almost incoherent as I urged him to fuck me hard, to stretch and defile me, to use me as his slut.

I'd like to say he fucked me for hours but it wouldn't, couldn't be true. I don't know how long it lasted, time was immaterial but I did feel the head of his cock swell, did feel himm push in that little bit deeper as he shot his come into me.

Finally he withdrew from me. I was till panting heavily as I heard him remove the condom and zip himself up. He untied my balls and unclamped my wrists from my ankles and I slumped down feeling totally exhausted. There were soft footfalls and a door opening. "Thanks slut" he said, just before closing the door.