I quickly went inside and locked the door. My heart pounded as I tore open the package. There it was - a stainless steel beauty. I held it in my hand, feeling its weight. I squeezed the handles, observing how it worked. My cock was rigid, anticipating the tightness of the band around my balls.

Opening the small plastic bag, I took out a green band. It was so tiny - can this possibly fit around my sack?

I placed the band around the four prongs, and began squeezing the elastrator's handles. The band stretched, forming a square opening. Is that is big as it gets? My heart sank - there was no way I could fit my balls through that small space.

I picked up the phone and called Mike. He was my buddy from Eunuch Archive who encouraged me to pursue my fantasy. Mike had been playing with elastrators for a few years, always with the idea of one day leaving a band on his sack long enough to finish the job.

"Relax," he told me. "I know it looks really small, but you can get your nuts through it. Trust me - if I can do it, so can you."

Mike talked me through my fears, explaining just how to work it. I thanked him and hung up the phone, relieved that my balls would soon feel the bite of this lovely tool.

After stripping off my clothes, I ran a hot bath. Soaking in the tub, I watched my sack loosen up. I smiled as I grabbed my nuts, squeezing them to the bottom of my scrotum. "If only you guys knew what was ahead for you," I thought.

Next I took the safety razor from the floor and carefully began scraping my pubic hairs away. I gently shaved my balls, careful not to nick the sensitive skin. Soon, my crotch looked like a pre-pubescent teenager - except for my full-sized cock and balls, of course.

After drying off, I massaged some KY jelly into my sack to help it slip through the elastrator band. By this time, my cock was rigid and dripping pre-cum from the anticipation, but I was determined not to jerk off until my balls were banded.

At last, I was ready. My hand was shaking slightly as I slipped the green ring over the tines of the elastrator. After several squeezes of the handle, the band was stretched as far as it would go.

I sat on the edge of the bed, using my left hand to squeeze my balls to the bottom of my sack. I moved the elastrator into position, pushing my right ball against the loop. It took a few second of pressure before the ball passed through the opening. I was glad I had used the KY jelly.

I paused and took a deep breath before continuing. I pulled as much loose scrotum through the opening as I could, and then began pushing my other ball through. It took some work before I felt the second nut pop though. There was some discomfort from all the pushing and squeezing, but now my scrotum was all the way through.

Mike had told me to take my time before snapping the band into place. I followed his advice, carefully feeling around for the cords to make sure they weren't twisted. I made sure the band was close to my body so that it wouldn't snap off onto the soft spongy tissue at the top of my balls.

Finally, the big moment arrived. I closed the elastrator slightly, adjusted everything once more, closed the elastrator a bit further, took a deep breath, and slipped the band off.

I wish I could describe the feeling of having the band suddenly squeezing around my sack. I had played with rubber bands and leather straps many times, but nothing prepared me for this sensation. There was pain, but not nearly as bad as I feared. And the pain was far outweighed by the sexual thrill of finally being banded after all these years of fantasizing about it!

I pushed the band closer to my balls so I could begin masturbating. My cock was harder than I can ever remember it being. It throbbed with every heartbeat, pre-cum leaking copiously. I was lightheaded from the excitement, and from the endorphins that started kicking in as the pain slowly grew in my balls.

I lie on my back, slowly jacking my cock. About 5 minutes had passed, and the ache had spread into my abdomen. I felt perspiration on my forehead. With my free hand I touched my captive sack, feeling the tight skin, my finger circling the band that was slowly strangling my balls. Was it my imagination, or did my sack suddenly feel cold?

This was the most intense experience of my life. I could feel my climax slowly approaching. I didn't want to cum just yet, but I didn't want to wait too long, either. I felt I was in a race between pleasure and pain. Before too long, the dull ache might grow too strong, swamping my sexual excitement.

By now, my back was starting to hurt as well. No more than 10 minutes had passed, but I knew I couldn't take much more of being banded. I jacked my cock faster, feeling my cum ready to explode.

I looked down and saw my sack had turned a deep red, almost purple. The sight pushed me over the edge. A ribbon of jizz shot across my stomach as I shouted in pleasure/pain. Two more spurts landed my chest as I arched my back, trying to prolong the wonderful release, knowing that when it was over I would be left with only the deep pain from the banding.

I gasped, suddenly frantic to free my balls from their imprisonment. Following Mike's instructions, I had kept a small nail clipper handy, used for trimming the nails of cats. The ache was really bad now, and I desperately worked the clipper underneath the band.

Snap! My balls were free, but a sharp pain quickly followed as the band snapped loose. I cried out, waiting for the deep ache inside to subside.

Gradually, the pain eased. I felt my sack, which felt slightly numb. My breathing slowed. I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

As my body returned to normal, I looked down at my cum-covered stomach and my shriveled cock below. Smiling, I scooped up some of my jizz and dropped it onto my tongue.

I knew I would be banding my balls again, real soon.