He reached down and clipped a 2 ½ pounder to the parachute. Oh God, it hurt, but he wasn’t done.
“One more little one and then we can start with the whips.” Slowly he hooked the other one onto the ring. Fifteen agonizing pounds hung on my balls. In spite of the pain I tried to remember things in my past. A few years ago I was doing some self-bondage and I hung my dad’s bowling ball on my balls for a few minutes. It weighed sixteen pounds. I had played a game with a deck of cards. When I drew the king of spades it meant that I had to do the maximum number of deep knee bends and lift the bowling ball with my nuts a total of 40 times. Then I jerked off and blew a more than pleasurable load. I remember how badly it hurt, but I did it and I knew I could do it again. The trouble now was all the
