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The mallet twirled from Amber’s dangling wrist, and she let out a huff of annoyance. “I thought you wanted to please us?” Her mouth twisted into a mocking pout that made me cackle. I kicked at the back of Derick’s knee, and he fell to the floor. His hands both clutched at his family jewels as his wide eyes pleaded with us to play a different game.
“I do, I do. Just, well …” He was naked and trembling with adrenaline. I pinched at the back of his neck and watched his gaze move to my face. “N-not like…that.” He swallowed hard and nodded toward the mallet Amber was swaying by her hip.
Your Balls On The Wall
“Oh, but good boys don’t tell their Mistresses no. Now, do they?” I reached down and pried his wrists away from his balls. Lifting them high over his head to secure them into the handcuffs that were waiting. The metal clanked together as he tested their strength. With his hands out of the way, I watched Amber’s spine straighten. Her shoulders pulled back, and she tilted her head from one side to the other like she was cracking her neck. She was more ready than ever to nail this boy’s balls to the wall.
I pushed his chest so his back was flush against the wall behind him and then pulled his knees open. His cock dripped in anticipation and waggled side to side with how hard he was trembling. “They are so small, you won’t even miss them.” I cooed in his ear and then stepped back, giving Amber the space she would need.
She didn’t hesitate. She drew her tool back and wailed, the rubber end of the mallet, squarely into our bond subs’ sack. He wailed out, trying to double over, but the cuffs held him in place as we laughed at his pain. His bulging balls bloomed red as they pulsed in pain. He was still hard, though, as Amber passed me the mallet and giggled, “Your turn.”
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