Bet You Can't Make Me Cum 2: The Tutorial

This is a continuation of Bet You Can't Make Me Cum. It might be helpful to revisit that entry but not required.

There was a modest spread of finger sandwiches, cheese, and wine laid out on Zelda and Greg's coffee table and smooth jazz was playing from their bookshelf stereo. Zelda had set the color temperature of all of the lamps to candlelight and the whole seemed quite cozy as if they were preparing for a casual party.

"Whose idea was this again?" Greg laughed as he pecked his wife on the cheek.

"Yours," she answered definitively as she set out napkins on the table.

"Actually," she paused, "I think it was Connor's idea. We were chatting about it at Tesco..."

Greg furled his eyebrows.

"You talked about this at the supermarket? Might as well just hang a banner on the house."

Zelda chuckled and ran a hand through her husband's perfectly styled hair.

A few minutes later, as Greg was still fussing with his hair in the hall mirror, the doorbell rang and Zelda greeted Jared and Connor with a welcoming hug.  Greg came from around the corner and smiled broadly at the sight of his two friends.

"Greg!" Jared greeted as he gave his friends a welcoming bear hug.

As the welcoming continued - and whilst Zelda and Connor were prattling on - Jared slipped a small envelope addressed to Greg on the entryway table and winked at his old friend.

"Don't open it until we're gone, okay?"

Greg nodded.

For more than an hour the thirty-something couples - Zelda, Greg, Connor, and his husband Jared - chatted, enjoyed Zelda's outstanding hors d'oeuvre, and found the bottom of nearly three exquisite bottles of wine Greg had purchased just for the occasion.  After a rousing quasi debate over the future of the Torry government, Jared decided to abruptly shift the topic of conversation to the matter at hand.

"So, I've heard you two are looking for some... instruction on the finer points of ballbusting?" he asked motioning his wine glass like a conductors baton toward Zelda and Greg.

Zelda chuckled and gave Jared a wink.

"Damn you, Borris Johnson!" Greg laughed, shaking his fist in the air in faux anger.

"I feel like the last time we were talking about Downing Street my balls ended up in a pickle," he joked.

Connor cleared his throat and put down his half-eaten sandwich before continuing.

"Well, I've heard someone in the room also found he likes having his balls manhandled and would like to continue the practice."

He gave Zelda a nod as she smiled back at him.

Greg sighed to draw in breath to say something snarky, but before he could get a word in edgewise Jared interrupted.

"Luckily for you, your lovely wife had the good sense to not just rely on Googling 'ballbusting' and instead asked two of Cradley Heath's finest aficionados on the subject,"

"To Zelda!" Connor shouted as he rose his glass in a toast.

"To Zelda!"

All three men cheered and toasted, clapping at their hostess as Zelda smiled simply bursting at the genuine comradery and love in the room; people who might not otherwise agree, coming together in friendship and good-humored resolve. It had only been a few weeks since Jared and Connor had introduced Zelda and Greg to the taboo world of male domination but Zelda had approached it with the same scholastic vigor as she had taken since the first night she had been made aware of the topic. However, nothing she was able to find, and none of the - experiments - she had tried with Greg were able to replicate the give-and-take, mutually beneficial relationship Connor and Jared had been able to establish around the subject. Everything was either too extreme and bordered on violence and degradation or too vanilla, resembling something ladies might joke about after one-too-many brunch mimosas in Westminster.

"Well then, first things first,"  Jared said matter of factly as he stood up and motioned the others to do the same.

Jared and Zelda shifted the coffee table and couch of the way to make a large clearing in the center of the room whilst Connor and Jared took their impromptu positions standing with their feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped obediently behind their backs. Once the stage was set Jared took his place in front of his husband and Zelda stood in front of Greg, her eyes carefully trained on Jared for any subtle clues he might give next.

Jared shook his head in mocking disapproval as he eyed Connor.

"First order of business, these need to come off," he started tugging at the waistband of Connor's slacks.

"You too, Greg."

Greg shrugged and soon he and Connor were standing with their legs spread sans pants.  As agreed, both were wearing somewhat baggy boxers that didn't overtly flaunt their ample equipment though both Connor and Greg's large packages made obvious bulges even in the loose-fitting garments.  Fittingly, Greg's white boxers were covered in little bullseye symbols that made Jared snort with laughter at the sight of them.

Greg's face flushed red as he tried to portray a Devil-may-care attitude about being presented as a piece of meat up for auction yet Zelda, Connor and Jared seemed totally unphased by what was happening.  Zelda had taken on a somewhat studious demeanor, eager to learn, and no one would have been surprised if she had whipped out a writing pad to take notes.

"So, the first thing we're going to work on is what I like to call reading the guy," Jared began, talking directly to Zelda as if Greg and Connor were merely props.

Jared cupped the outline of his husband's balls and held them nodding for Zelda to do the same, which she quickly obliged.  Next, Jared slowly started squeezing and lightly tugging Connor's large nuggets, increasing the pressure until Connor let out a soft involuntary gasp.  Jared let go and instructed Zelda to do the same with Greg.

Zelda struggled to cup Greg's extremely large balls in a single hand comfortably but soon she was emulating what Jared had just shown.  Greg's testicles were so massive that Zelda's grip was mostly focused on the right one which she was beginning to squeeze and tug quite hard, increasing the pressure with every passing second.

"That's it, nice and slow.  You're just trying to get an initial reading of..."

"Ow!" Greg yelped and Zelda quickly withdrew her hand.

Jared and Connor chuckled.

"You're just trying to get an initial feel for where Greg's at to start.  Some days his balls will be extra sensitive, and some days you could whack 'em with a bat and he'd hardly flinch."

Jared instructed Zelda to take Greg's balls in her hands again and softly squeeze.

"That's it. Slowly, slowly. You're just getting a feel right now, slowly..."

Jared's instruction acted as a kind of metronome for Zelda until she was correctly applying imperceptively more pressure on Greg's nuggets instead of the instant family-dynasty-ending squeeze she had started with.  Greg was breathing in deeply, his face in a half grimace in anticipation of a sharp pain that never came.  Instead, quite to his surprise, he suddenly let out a soft moan.  Zelda had found the sweet spot yet, being a novice, she just kept going.  Greg moaned again and Jared instructed her to stop.

"Good job!"

Zelda released Greg's balls and the group laughed.

"See, it's like an art. You gotta' learn how to slowly, precisely, feel him up so subtly that it doesn't even register until... Bam! You get that sigh." Jared began as he took Connor's balls in his hands and started to squeeze.

Zelda followed suit and soon - with Jared's careful verbal guidance - Zelda was able to take Greg over and over to the point of moaning, letting go, and repeating.  Occasionally, Greg would let out a sharp yelp or try to back away if Zelda squeezed too quickly, but Jared was a master. What Zelda didn't realize is that Jared was reading Greg's body language and face like a well-read book, noticing the beginning of a grimace or an uncomfortable shift in his weight that let him know Zelda was either going too hard or too soft.  He was able to do all of this without being distracted by the fact he was doing the same with Connor's balls.  Jared explained that this 'feeling up' phase was a matter of mastering the speed, not the intensity, of the squeeze.  You could squeeze a man's balls to the same overall level of pressure, but if done too quickly it registers instantly as pain. Done just right, the gradual buildup registers as pleasure and...

"Ah," Greg moaned as he licked his lips.

"Oooh," Connor joined him.

Jared and Zelda spent several minutes practicing the maneuver until Zelda was able to read Greg's reactions and body language with much more precision than before. She noticed that he gave a little half inhale whenever she was going too slowly and his eyes would widen almost imperceptibly just before the speed of the squeeze got too hard.  He'd lick his lips when the pressure was in the sweet spot and grind his molars slightly at the first sign things were getting too hard; a tell that manifested as an extremely subtle movement of Greg's chiseled jaw.  Soon Zelda and Jared were playing Greg and Connor like well-tuned instruments, straddling the exquisite line between pain and pleasure. At Jared's guidance Zelda started slowly increasing the maximum pressure she squeezed before backing down and this took her several tries to get right, making Greg moan instead of grinding his teeth. In the end, even though Zelda was ultimately squeezing much harder than she had started, the rhythm was such that all Greg could do was moan softly.

"Very nice," Jared said as he let go of his husband's balls and Zelda followed.

Connor and Greg's faces were both lightly flush and Zelda, finding her groove, looked toward Connor attentively for more direction.

"Next, I call this 'the Las Vegas',"

Zelda and Greg looked puzzled but it soon became obvious why Jared had nick-named this particular maneuver after a city known for dice rolling and debauchery. Jared stood behind Connor and reached his hand around, clutching Connor's bag through the fabric and began to gently roll his hands causing the heavy orbs to roll in his sack like giant round dice.

Zelda took a space behind Greg and soon was mimicking the technique, each of Greg's massive, heavy testicles rolling in her hands.  The sensation was pleasant and almost ticklish and Greg wouldn't help but smile at it. After a few minutes of this Connor nodded at Zelda nonverbally instructing her to watch his hands as he mixed in mild squeezing into the rolling action.  As with the first exercise, the maintenance of a steady, increasing rhythm was critical instead of just going for broke immediately and soon Zelda was kneading and rolling Greg's balls quite hard though he only responded with moans and smiles.

"Oh honey... ahh," the handsome brunette moaned as Zelda's petite hand was compressing as hard as she could, holding for a fraction of a second, and then slowly backing off.

Greg and Connor's balls were being rolled and flattened expertly with hardly a sign any pain was being encountered even though all four of the rather large testicles were being roughly fondled for nearly ten minutes.  By the time Jared motioned to stop, Zelda's face flush with effort, and her bicep literally ached from the effort of compression Greg's tough nuts, but Greg seemed hardly phased.  Instead, his thick cock was starting to stir and creating a small tent in his shorts.

"Sorry about that," he laughed nervously.

Jared gave him a shit-face wink.

"Looks like someone liked that, though you'll probably want to settle down a bit before the next exercise."

Both couples took a seat on the couch, chatting casually and sipping wine until Connor and Greg had calmed down enough for their tent poles to disappear back into their crotches.  Even though the mood was still lighthearted, Jared and Connor couldn't help but admire their half-naked straight friend as he casually rubbed Zelda's thigh - an innocuous movement in any other context - though his mind was obviously excited for the wild fucking that was going to happen later that night.  The usually straight-laced Greg was much more laid back than normal, but even that didn't prepare them for Greg's next statement.

"Is it hot in here? It's hot in here," Greg declared before pulling off his shirt and casting it aside.

Greg's absolutely washboard abs were mostly hairless except for a well-groomed trail of jet black hair that lead into his shorts and there was a thin sheen of sweat that made every ripple glisten.

"Oh come on, Connor, you too!"  Zelda laughed.

Connor reluctantly pulled off his sweater to reveal a toned midsection that wasn't nearly as Adonis-like as Greg's and his self-consciousness was obvious on his face. Sensing this, Greg playfully slapped Connor's pecs and smiled.

"Someone's been hitting the gym I see. You look great," Greg said genuinely as he gave Connor a warm smile that seemed to put him at ease.

"Well the wine is gone," Zelda lamented with an exaggerated tone of faux-annoyance as she held the empty bottle upside down.

"Guess that means it's on to the next lesson, Professor Jared,"

Greg bellowed as he sprang to his feet and obediently clasped his hands behind his back. Connor followed and Jared wasted no time proceeding with the evening. After a long, rough recap round of the previous activities that elicited no end of moans and the occasional falsetto squeal from Greg, Jared gave Zelda the signal that it was time to move on the next round of exercise. Greg and Connor's balls both felt like they had gone through a wringer but neither one was ready to call it quits. If anything, they were anxious to see what would come next.

"Next, we're gonna' try some light impact play," Jared began.

"Impact play?" Zelda asked puzzled.

Jared gave her a broad grin as he swatted the bulge in his husband's shorts with the back of his hand, eliciting a throaty gasp from Connor and a reflexive leg cross by Greg.  The loud impact seemed so hard Zelda was surprised Connor hadn't simply collapsed into a heap.

"I mean, obviously, Connor's a pro. You aren't gonna' try anything like that out of the gate,"

Soon Greg and Connor were standing shoulder to shoulder, legs spread and hands behind their backs.  At Jared's direction, Zelda had tied Greg's hands together with a length of silk ribbon.  The material was delicate and the knot wasn't particularly well done but immobilization wasn't the actual point of the ribbon-cuffs.  Greg could easily break free and send his hands nursing his soon-to-be-battered crotch but if things went according to plan he wouldn't want to break free; his trust in his wife, his friends and the beautiful delirium of straddling the edge of popping off would make him cede all control of the situation to a petite woman who - in any other circumstance - he could have easily overpowered.

Jared stood in front of Connor and rapidly rose his knee toward Connor's crotch.  Greg winced in anticipation of a sickening thud but Jared's knee stopped just shy of the target.  The double lump of Connor's nuts were resting on Jared's knee and they both locked eyes with each other and held the pose for several long moments. Despite the mortal danger his bollocks were in, Connor subconsciously licked his lips as if we were going to lunge toward Jared and make out with him right in the living room.

"Do you trust me?"

Jared asked in a stern, yet somehow sensual voice.

"Yes," Connor replied, his cock obviously starting to stir in his shorts.

Jared grasped both of Connor's shoulders for leverage as if he was about to ram his knee full-force into his tender nuggets, but he only pressed into them gently before putting his foot back on the ground.

"Trust is hot, isn't it?"

Jared asked, giving Greg a wink. Greg swallowed and answered Jared with a sly grin before leaning in to give his wife a kiss on the cheek.

The first volley started off with Zelda rhythmically slapping the bulges in her husband's underwear with the back of her hand, robotically following along with Jared who was doing the same to Connor.  The impacts were quite light and the pace was slow but it increased in speed, if not necessarily force, faster and faster until her hand was a blur - like Jareds - and her eyes were fixated on his mimicking his every move with stunning precision.  She could feel Greg's fat nuts deform slightly under each blow and soon there was a dull thud with each of her impacts - just like Jared - who had nearly tripled the impacting force.  Both Connor and Greg's bulges were being methodically beaten down but each man stood with their hands firmly behind their backs and their legs spread.

Jared pulled his hand much further away from his targets than before, smiled at Zelda, then sent it sailing full force into Connor's crotch. Connor gasped and Greg let out a high short high pitch squeal after Zelda mimicked the maneuver like an automaton.  She reared back her delicate hand and was about to strike again when Jared stopped and nodded toward Greg.

"You're doing a great job following along but, um, you might wanna' have a look at your husband,"

Zelda had been so caught up in trying to expertly mimic the motions she was being shown he had hardly glanced at poor Greg.  His face was turning red and his studly jaw was locked in place as he consciously kept it clenched to avoid shouting out.  His dick, unlike Connors, was totally soft and his deep dark eyes were welling tears.  Zelda was confused.  She had gotten in a good strike or two, but nothing that would have bought a nearly two-meter tall, fit bloke to the point of crying.

"Greg, what's wrong?"

Greg batted his eyes and swallowed before he spoke.

"You weren't lookin' at me..."

His tone was so sheepish that Zelda couldn't help but laugh, awkwardly transitioning it into a fake cough when she noticed his eyes narrow into slats.  She'd never quite seen that look on him before; it was a mix between irritation and sadness with a bit of sexual angst thrown in for extra confusion.

"Do you look at him? When he's shaggin' you, do you look at him?" Jared asked Zelda in a professorial tone.

Zelda looked flustered but, realizing she was in her living room busting her husband's balls in front of their best friends, realized the time of being shy had passed.  Instead, she nodded affirmatively.

"And why do you do that?"

Zelda was struck by the question. She had never thought about it before, or if she had, it was buried in her subconscious thoughts, never having gone through the bother of being translated into words in response to such a blunt query.

Jared stood in front of Connor, locking eyes with him, but still addressing Zelda and Greg. He took Connor's right nut in his hand and began to squeeze - hard.  Greg could see the muscles in Connor's arm flex and tighten and was both frightened and aroused for what that meant for the meaty bollock on the receiving end.  In a deep recess of his mind, he actually wanted to switch places with Connor and experience the raw unbridled pain of a man's strong hand around his nuts... but that would be another time.

"You do it because, when you're intimate with your lover, his eyes are a window into his soul..."

"Aaah..." Connor gasped and his knees started to quiver though Connor kept on squeezing.

He began to twist his hand, still not breaking eye contact with his husband as he continued.

"It's a window like none other.  I mean you're totally connected to another person. All of the love, affection, even anger..."

Jarden gave Connor's nut a devastating squeeze and Zelda was afraid he was going to collapse from his shaking knees, but Connor stood resolute and gave Jared a longing puppy-dog eye look.

"...communication without words, without guessing and that's why you look him in the eyes."

"I love you!"  Connor blurted out as his eyes crossed from the pain at the precise moment Jared finally let go of his now beet-red nut.

Even whilst he was talking to Zelda, Jared was able to communicate seamlessly - without words - to Connor through the entire, brutal nut squeeze and knew precisely when to stop before erotic pain rolled into actual torture.

"So, in a nutshell, when you were just going through the motions, yeah you had the mechanics down, but it was basically like giving him a lazy blowjob whilst you're more interested in watching the tele out of the corner of your eye. No connection at all and it probably..."

"...hurt my feelings." Greg surprised everyone, himself included, as he finished Jared's though.

"Exactly. This, what we're doing, this is foreplay. You can't just be a robot. You gotta' watch his reactions, his face.  I know you're the Queen of Spreadsheets and PowerPoint but this isn't the time for analytics. Feel 'em out. You need to really get to know your balls and the guy they are attached to."

Everyone chuckled.

"It's also a trust and safety thing.  The better you can read the situation, the less likely you'll be calling 999 and having a very awkward conversation at hospital." Connor chimed in, fully recovered from his own brutal squeezing.

Connor was being mostly seriously in his advice though the implication was enough for Greg to cross his legs as he visualized his big, beautiful balls getting flattered and flatter until they actually... he shuddered, unable to even finish the thought though to his surprise his cock stirred in his shorts.

Zelda gave Jared a nod indicating that she was prepared to begin this round again, only this time instead of methodically watching and mimicking all of Jared's motions, her violet eyes locked onto her husband's as she started slowly back-handing his balls.

Within minutes, Zelda and Greg were locked in a highly passionate, wordless detente as she slapped his nuts with increasing speed and strength.  At first, she was reliant on Jared's verbal ques and the sound of Jared slapping his own partner's nuts but soon her world became just her Greg. Greg's tells were subtle yet might as well have been screamed at the top of his lungs.

Greg's jaw would clench and hold. The blows were too hard.

Greg's eyes would roll slightly into his head. The rhythm was perfect.

Greg would roll his head back ever so slightly, barely perceivable. He was ready for her to increase the strength but not the pace.

Greg would lick his bottom lip.  He was ready for the pace to increase but not the power.

Greg would moan.  What happened next was entirely Zelda's choice.

Zelda had been going to town on his boys for nearly an hour and his huge organs were throbbing and red inside of his shorts. His massive cock was forming a formidable tent and he was leaking precum like a sieve, throbbing with every impact.  By now, Jared and Connor were just watching and offering stoic commentary and suggestions in an attempt to stop them from openly lusting over their best friend's pre-cum stained boxers and sweat-glistened abs.

"That's it, girl. You're getting it!"

Zelda was slamming her fist into Greg's package literally as hard as she could muster. It wasn't anything near as hard as Jared's gym-sculpted arms could unleash on Connor, but it was still nothing to be trifled with. When she realized her fist wasn't quite large enough to capture both of them, he adjusted her aim to focus on just one at a time for maximum impact. Greg couldn't believe the unbelievable pain and pleasure radiating from his loins as his wife summarily lowered any chance of them having kids with each punch.  His huge bollocks were compressed against his pelvic bone and she had now started to grind after each punch to compensate for her lack of overall strength.  Jared, for his part, was fixated on the sheer size of Greg's balls. He knew they were big, but up close - even through fabric - they were absolutely enormous and his mind started racing with depraved thoughts on what he would do to them if he ever got the chance.  With Connor ballbusting was an expression of love. With his hapless, ripped, straight buddy tied to a chair, it might devolve into a gene pool reduction exercise...

"Oh honey," he moaned.

Zelda positioned her knee between Greg's legs. He inhaled and nodded yes tentatively, the gesture barely complete before she slammed her knee into his crotch so hard that Jared and Connor both winced in sympathy.

WAM

SPLOTCH

"Oh fuck! Oh shit!"

In one rapid motion, Greg tore free of his ribbon constraints and at first, Jared was afraid he might push the petite Zelda away out of instinct. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss while she continued to smash her knee into his crotch.

"Mmmph! Mmmmph!"

Greg moaned in pain yet refused to unlock lips and Zelda continued to pound his fleshy orbs into a paste.  Jared was genuinely surprised at how much abuse Greg was taking without calling for a time out but it was obvious Greg was on another level of pleasure, offering up his progeny to this beautiful, amazing woman.  As Greg's plums were juiced, the jostling caused his cock to spring upward and get stuck under the waistband of his boxers. A few more devastating kicks caused it to swell even more.

Jared and Connor were awestruck at the sight of Greg's cock - the head was resting at least 3 centimeters beyond his belly button, and the rock hard monster was locked in place by the elastic band. Greg was crying, though Jared was sure it was from ecstasy more than pain, and he tapped Zelda on the shoulder - a sign for her to slow down.

"Babe, you gotta' stop. I'm gonna'..."

THUNK

"...I'm gonna'...."

TH-U-NK

"Jesus! Mary! Fuck!"

Greg screamed and his eyes rolled into his head as the first spurt of cum came rocketing out of his cock.  His knees nearly gave out as Zelda continued to knee his busy balls, feeling his firm, broad pelvic bone under each strike.  Greg actually felt like his balls were going to explode but he was too distracted by his spewing cock to care. His right nut had been especially battered and if he had seen the hideous welts that had formed on it he might have actually panicked, but that didn't matter now.

Jared gasped and Connor looked on slack-jawed as at least twenty ropes of cum festooned Zelda's blouse, his abs, the floor, and even his own face.  Greg's abs were literally dripping with cum and it was all Connor could do not to ask Zelda to step aside while he licked him clean.  When it was over Zelda guided a still-wobbly Greg to the couch where he took a seat.  Ordinarily, his hands would have gone straight to his crotch to comfort his black-and-bruised balls but instead, he reached out to Zelda and pulled her onto him.  Her knee rammed into his lap but he didn't care.  He smiled as he proceeded to make out with her.  He lifted her gently with her legs wrapped around his torso as he carried her toward the bedroom.

Connor and Jared, both throbbing, waved goodnight.

"We'll see ourselves out," Jared grinned.

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The next morning, in an unusual turn, Greg woke up before Zelda and was in the process of brewing coffee and making her breakfast when he remembered the envelope Jared had slipped onto the entryway table.  He was in a remarkably chipper mood and was curious what parting jewels of wisdom Jared had left him.

Greg sipped his coffee as he opened the envelope. It was a brochure for a local sperm bank with a handsome model on the front with a big red marker 'X" drawn over his crotch.  Greg chuckled as he opened the pamphlet to see a brief handwritten note in Jared's unmistakable handwriting;

Hey Mate, 

You may want to consider making a deposit here. Don't say I didn't warn you.

LYA (Love Ya Always)

-  Jared

Greg smiled to himself.

"That cheeky wanker!"

He turned and nearly spilled his coffee in surprise. Zelda was standing in the hallway naked- somehow looking absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous despite the fact she had literally just gotten out of bed - and she was holding the small wire whisk Greg had been using on the eggs.

"Morning honey," he said brightly.

"Up for breaking some eggs?" she said with a wink and motioned as she disappeared toward the kitchen.

Greg felt his cock getting hard and his scrotum tighten as a huge dopey grin filled his face. 

"Absolutely!"

He left a trail of pajamas on his way into the kitchen.

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The story continues in Part 3 here.