As his subincision healed They moved onto his balls. Alice wanted to stretch them down to his knees. Gertrude wanted to see how much weight he could be made to carry or pull with them. So they did both.

His ball collar started out 2 inch leather but then was 2 inch steel then another inch of collar added above it. It had 2 eye-hooks to hang weight from.

To make some money off him they added a webcam to his dungeon and sold viewing rights. 24/7 anyone who paid could watch him. No privacy ever for him. A light was always on. To pee he sat and wiped himself facing the camera. And if he played with himself the world saw that too. They wore masks when with him. When they peed into his funnel gag the camera watched him swallow, then beg for water or his liquid diet. They set this up with help from the local BDSM club, who also were invited to play with him sometimes.

he stood, legs to a spreader bar and hands cuffed above him to the ceiling hook. his gauze wrapped dick was as erect as it could get. Gert brought in a gallon jug of water, tied it to the ball collar eyes and dropped it. The little pussy! he wretched as it reached the end and pulled sharply on his balls. Only 8 lbs.! She did it again and again. The third time he did vomit from pain. Clearly this was a bad, messy habit They needed to break him of.

They tied him face down on a sawhorse covered only by an old wool blanket--his bedding. Knees up, ass out. his balls hung free and They could sit on stools comfortably. They brought in a Dom they had met to work with Them. They sat on either side of Him and watched in fascination as he took twine and separated each ball. dicky grunted and wretched a bit. Once each ball was tied off tight they were purple and dicky was moaning softly and nonstop. He put the fingers of one hand behind each ball (the ball between middle and ring fingers) and pulled ball with a sharp tug. Louder moan. The He took his thumbnails and pressed them into the balls. Hard.

dicky had a tarp and basin under his face and he was tightly bound. he squirmed hard but the pain made him vomit. The pain seemed endless and he wretched and wretched. he brought up his last feeding and their golden nectar and dry heaved for what seemed like forever. Tears streamed down his face. but the pain seemed to improve and he felt less sick. It seemed like hours passed as his balls were squeezed and crushed and pulled but he got less sick. They were breaking his vomiting reaction, just like breaking a gag reflex. So long as they kept him in some pain it would stick. But it still was agonizing for him.

When They finished he was in a 5 inch steel collar set. They hauled him exhausted to his feet with a ceiling pulley roped to his wristcuffs. he stood weakly on his spread legs. If not held up he would have collapsed. Alice brought two gallons, tied them on and dropped them.

he was never blindfolded--They wanted him to see and dread what was coming. Now he saw not just the Dom but 3 others watching him there. Naked and in agony in public. When the gallons fell he wretched weakly but mostly screamed in agony. Alice did it over and over and then went to 4 gallons--still less than 30lbs, "you fucking pussy wimp!" She yelled to his face. he was crying so she slapped him. Each time he cried someone slapped him. Finally he heard the visitors--he was never introduced or even allowed to address them--congratulate Alice and Gert on their breaking of him. They had never seen anything like it. One Domme said, "If dicky can handle some more weight, You should bring him to the Club so You can hang him by his balls. I've never seen a ball hang. They might tear off, you know, but it would be great. Right now I'm so horny I've got to get back to my slave so he can pleasure me. Good night."

Over the following days dumbells of varying weight hung from his aching balls. When not attached to the ceiling and the weight, they actually encouraged him to touch and fondle his own balls and pleasure himself in this way. They wanted him to worry about them and keep them sensitive as they would stay if he fondled them. Then one visit they announced he was going out of his dungeon to be hung by his balls.

A ball hang, he thought. What worse could they do to me?