A call I had last night was a bit extreme, taboo phone sex, even for me. This caller was into cock and ball torture. I’ve certainly done many of those types of calls before, lots of guys are into pain I have found. At least they prefer to hurt themselves rather than others. He had a whole kit of stuff he used to hurt his cock and balls with, from bedroom slippers he’d smack them with, to a knitting needle he’d insert down his cock. Ouch! He kept himself in chastity most of the time and then when he let himself out, it was mainly for torturing purposes.

He said his main goal was to one day actually be castrated, either by himself or a trained Mistress. I said well, that’s pretty final, no going back from that one. I don’t think he grasped the finality of actually slicing them off. Torture you can heal from, but not this. Then he said he’d likely never do it, he liked to orgasm too much to end that forever. He was pretty hardcore though and I could hear him whipping his balls on a wooden chair with the slipper bottoms. He wanted me to count as he did it to keep track of how many whacks he was giving them.

I told him to imagine me kicking him in the balls so hard he’d fall to the floor in pain as I kept delivering blow after blow to them and he was whimpering like a little girl. He loved it and said he was about to cum even though he was making himself hurt. Pain and pleasure were intricately intertwined in his head, and he couldn’t allow the pleasure unless he was also experiencing pain. He loved for a woman to instruct him just how to hurt himself, so I did my best to come up with creative ways for him to hurt himself. I told him to get some lemon juice and dribble it into his cock and he felt the sting and was howling away, silly guys.