Ballbusting dream

It’s been a looooong time since I busted someone in real life, and I guess I’m a little pent up because I had a ballbusting dream last night!  

My victim was a criminal I had caught in the act.  He was tied spread-eagle on the wall awaiting punishment, chains tying his wrists and ankles.  His package dangled limp between his legs; his cock swung to the side, so I had easy access to my targets.

I grabbed his balls in one hand and squeezed, not hard but just enough to start to feel them compress.  Then I pulled those meaty nodules down to the bottom of his thick sack and tightened my grip until he finally started to crack.

He tried to be strong at first: he set his jaw and planted his feet.  I tightened my grip.  He pretended not to notice when his legs started to quiver.  I tugged his sack until the skin screamed at the stretch.  The first time one of his knees buckled, it was a defeat.  He straightened quickly, but I saw his grimace deepen.  I showed no mercy - I squeezed even harder.  The next time he broke was in slow motion - a slow squat as deep as he could go with his hands tied above him.  When he reached the lowest point and realized the pressure was inescapable, he whimpered and swayed, balls stretched absurdly between his open thighs.

That was when I knew I had him.

I added a second hand and smashed his balls into each other, crushing them back and forth against themselves.  He shrieked and bucked, but his struggles only hurt himself as he pulled his scrotum tighter into my grip.  I tugged sharply downward a few times in quick succession.  He howled like an animal and breathed hard and loud.  I tested each ball individually, pressing each one with a finger until it felt like it might pop.  His noises faded to high-pitched whimpers that increased in volume with the pressure of my hand.  He thrust his hips forward as if begging when the pressure reached its pinnacle, but he was otherwise still except for his ankles, which clanked the chains from his quivering.

All the while, I maintained the never-ending squeeze, tugging and compressing until his nuts were tenderized inside their meat sack.

When I was done, his cock was semi-hard but incredibly drippy.  I stroked it, still iron-fisted on his balls, and he moaned immediately.  In just a few strokes, he came a bucket-load, all of his limbs twitching and his eyes wide.  I could feel his balls tense up and try to contract into his body to cum, but my tight grip wouldn’t let them.

I woke up at that point, but I like to imagine that he became my nice little live-in ballbust boy to play with whenever I wanted.  He did seem to enjoy it, after all ;)