Cock and ball torture story

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Stefan and Marcy loved camping more than the average person. All of their friends knew that during the summer, they were always tied up with camping trips and excursions. They loved taking their camper van and driving into the wilderness to find a new place to sleep for the night.

“How could someone not want to live like this?” said Marcy, as Stefan was driving the van to a new mountain for the day. Her hand was out the window as the sun poured through the windshield on them both. “The trees, the quiet. . . I love it.”

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Stefan grinned. He had a baseball cap over his scruffy brown hair. “I know. It’s a dream.”

“But I was thinking,” said Marcy, placing her hand dangerously close to Stefan’s crotch, “what if we had a little fun tonight?”

“You wanna fuck?” said Stefan, nodding along.

“No, I want to do more than that. What if we took what we did at home and brought it to the woods?”
“Do you mean. . .”
Marcy bit down on her bottom lip. “Yes.”

This excited Stefan, and he pressed on the gas pedal a little harder.

They pulled up the rocky dirt road that led them up a remote part of the woods. The place was surrounded by brushy trails that led the way to various overlooks and rocks. The couple spent the afternoon on a hike before returning to the campsite to make a fire and set up their bed in the back of the van.

The sun had just started to set as they sat together on a blanket beside the fire, listening to the flames and the surrounding nature. Marcy rolled on top of Stefan, smiling down at him with her short red bob tucked behind her ears. 

She leaned over and kissed him, their mouths connecting as the fire blazed beside them. It felt like they were the only two people in the world.

“Are you ready?” she asked, undoing her boyfriend’s shorts. She pulled them and his boxers down over his legs.

Stefan let out a low, grumbling groan as Marcy began to massage his balls. She started off gentle at first, but she quickly began to get rougher and rougher, digging her fingers deep into his sensitive skin.

“Fuuuck,” growled Stefan, as the pain began to swell inside him.

They had never done anything like this on one of their camping trips. They often had sex, but rarely did they indulge in anything else. It felt almost too risky, having someone stumble upon them while Stefan was having his balls tortured. But right now, they were definitely very much alone. 

Marcy loved alternating pain and pleasure. She let up her grip on Stefan’s poor nuts and began to suck his cock instead. It was already half-hard but got even harder once it was in between her lips. Marcy bobbed her head up and down while Stefan rested his head back against the pillow and looked up at the stars that were peeking out through the trees. 

“This is fucking perfect,” he thought to himself. 

Marcy sat up and pulled her tank top off over her head. Her small breasts gently bounced as they were freed from her bra, and Stefan watched as Marcy stood up and shimmied her way out of her yoga pants, leaving her totally naked.

She stood over top of her boyfriend, her face covered in shadows, and began to gently massage her foot against Stefan’s cock. It turned her on to see his face soften and relax, knowing that the pleasure was soon going to turn back to pain.

“OOF, FUCK!” Stefan grunted, as Marcy stepped down on his cock. She grinded her foot against his shaft, laughing internally as Stefan began to convulse underneath her. “Holy shit!”

Stefan’s normally calm face had twisted up with obvious pain and discomfort. A layer of sweat had broken out on his forehead.

It only got worse when Marcy started to dig her toes into her boyfriend’s sensitive balls. She pressed them hard against his nuts and then began to kick him back and forth, gaining more momentum each time.

Then suddenly, she was back on her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth with more enthusiasm than before.

“Fuck,” groaned Stefan, his emotions going a million different directions. His heart was pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. “That feels amazing, baby.”

Marcy mumbled a response against his cock, her big blue eyes looking upwards to watch his face finally relax. As she sucked him off, she gently massaged his balls, restoring the sensation there.

Stefan had almost forgotten about the pain he had just experienced when suddenly, Marcy’s nails were painfully digging into the thin, sensitive skin of his balls once again. The pain was intense, making tears instantly spring to his eyes.

He watched as Marcy sat up with a huge grin on her face and began to squeeze his nuts like they were stress toys.

“You like that, don’t you?” she said teasingly, her eyes never leaving Stefan’s. “Tell me how much you like it, baby. Say you like the pain.”
“Ahh,” breathed Stefan, his voice more like a shudder as Marcy tightened her grip. “I love when you torture my balls.”
Marcy smirked at him. “That’s what I like to hear.”
She stretched and jiggled his balls over and over, treating them like playthings. Stefan’s reactions to being tortured like this never got old. His breath came out in shallow gasps, and his face had turned bright red. 

Finally, Marcy stopped again. She began to stroke his cock with one hand before sliding her pussy down onto him.

“Holy shit,” Stefan cried out. His voice seemed to echo in the emptiness. “Your pussy. . . fuck!”
Marcy giggled as she rode him back and forth. She grinded against him, having her way with his cock, while she rubbed her clit. Stefan loved the view from down here, and loved the way she always fucked the pain out of him. 

Marcy made herself cum while Stefan held onto the soft curves of her hips. She threw her head back and howled like a wild animal as her orgasm took over. 

No sooner had she finally raised herself up off of Stefan’s cock, her pussy dripping wet now, than she began to slap him. She slapped each side of his shaft, making Stefan’s whole body curl up on itself.

“Stop blocking your cock,” said Marcy, reaching down to pull Stefan’s protective hands away from his junk. “You know better.”

A pathetic whimper escaped Stefan’s lips. The combination of pain and pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear. Each slap of her hands made him wince, but it also felt incredible. If anything, the smell of the fire and the open atmosphere turned him on more. It felt primal and animalistic to be out here like this, with his groans bouncing off the trees.

“Stand up,” said Marcy, getting to her feet. “Let’s finish this.”

Stefan knew what that meant, so he slowly rose to his feet and instinctively covered his balls. He loved the torment, but his body wanted to protect itself from Marcy’s inflictions.

Marcy geared up. She brought her foot back and then kicked it upwards so it smashed right against Stefan’s balls. He let out his loudest groan yet, bending over at the waist as he massaged himself.

“Stand up!” Marcy snapped.

She laid a few more hard blows against Stefan, over and over. Stefan could hardly stand. He stumbled over to the van and leaned up against it as Marcy stood in front of him and twisted his throbbing nuts in her hands. 

“Good job,” she said quietly, gently kissing Stefan’s lips through the last wave of pain that was surging through him.

Finally, Stefan watched his girlfriend get onto the ground and began to suck his cock for the final time. Her mouth moved sloppy and fast on his sore shaft. She reached one hand underneath to massage his balls again. They felt warm to the touch, and he gasped with pain when she first squeezed them. But, as usual, the pain gave way to bliss, and Stefan finally let himself relax against the side of the van.

“I’m so close, baby,” he said, looking down at Marcy. Her eyes were big and wide as they stared at him. “Yes, keep going!”

The cum shot straight down Marcy’s throat. She moaned happily as she swallowed it all down. For some reason, having his balls tortured seemed to give Stefan the biggest loads of cum. It seemed to never end. 

When there was no more cum left to flood her mouth with, Stefan pulled Marcy up to standing and wrapped her up in a big hug.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“Should we roast hot dogs?”

Stefan snickered. “Yeah, a hot dog being burned over top of a fire is a good example of what I’m feeling right now.”

They broke into a fit of laughter as they headed over to the cooler, pulling out the hot dogs and a six pack.

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