Long time lurker, first time poster.

This occurred some 8 or so years ago. I was in my mid-late twenties, nothing impressive physically, 6’, 230lbs, white nerdy guy with glasses.

This was back in the heyday of Craigslist. You ever get so horny and desperate you think the most depraved and irresponsible things? This my story of following that instinct and finding out the difference between fantasy and reality.

It was a Friday night I been edging for probably an hour and was incredibly horny. At this point I had probably met with 10 different people from CL and had some decent but mostly disappointing busting sessions where they just weren’t into causing pain…everyone wanted to please me and not hurt me. So I decided to make a post that would really bring out the “real” ballbusters.

Subject: Use my nut$ like a punching bag

Post: Looking for a women that’s not afraid to hurt a guy. I want you to punch me in the nuts and make me scream. I can travel and looking for tonight.

For context the $ sign meant I was willing to pay. Within about 5min I get a response from Kate: “ur an idiot, how much?”

Me: “Depends on what you look like and how hard you’d be willing to do it”

Kate, 28, 6’1”, 250lbs on the pretty chubby side, maybe 5/10. But she had this don’t give a fuck look that I’ll never forget: “Pic attached, I’m not going to hold shit back”

Me: “Deal but I don’t want to tap out, so can you tie me up? Set a timer for 30min and don’t stop until it goes off”

Kate: “when can you be here? Address”

Me: “I’ll be there in an hour”

I look up the address it’s about 40min away, I don’t have a lot of time to reconsider my plan…she didn’t really even acknowledge what I asked for though…oh well I’m horny and nothing better had come in.

I get there about 5min early, e-mail her I’m here and get the apartment #. For context this is not a nice place. Pretty run down, the type of place you don’t want to spend a lot of time in. (How many red flags are we up to?)

Kate: “103, knock three times, you’re not a cop right?”

Me: “nope, be right over”

Knock, knock, knock

Door opens she’s got her hair up, leggings and a tight fitting graphic tee, nothing special but again she just had this dgaf attitude that I can’t put into words.

Me: “where do you want to do this?”

Her: “on that ottoman over there, I couldn’t find any rope but I have this crafting string that’s pretty strong, take off your pants, underwear on and lay down”

I follow the orders and she ties my wrists and legs in this string I can only describe as thick ribbon to the legs of the ottoman. She gets her phone out and says “last chance, you still want to do this?”

Hard as a rock in my boxer briefs, I can feel my balls framed for her. “Yup”

Without saying a word she starts the timer gets on her knees and I see a closed first raise up above her head and come slamming down.

My balls erupt in pain, both were hit so evenly and harder than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m writhing against these shitty restraints but with no pause her fist comes back up and drops down again. This time the pain is even worse and panic sets in.

I tell her ”please that’s too hard”.

“You asked for this, we’re not even a minute in”

Her fist goes up without missing a beat and down again. I am sweating begging her to stop.

She ignores me, the fist goes up again and back down. The pain is explosive, the restraints are way too tight to get out of and my wrist is going numb from struggling against a material wholly inappropriate for bondage.

She pauses briefly, I think my only chance out of this is to somehow break free. I try with ankles/legs but no leverage there.

She starts speed bagging my balls, not super hard surprisingly but it’s still excruciating. And I’m still NEEDING to get out of this situation

“This is a fucking workout”

And stops speedbagging and instead a pulls her arm back and punches me dead in the balls (from a lower angle) I am sweating and thrashing, “please stop, I made a mistake, I’ll pay you to stop”

“You get what you asked for”

Punch

“Please I don’t want to go to the hospital”

Fist goes back up, I think she noticed that angle hurt me more, crashing back down on my nuts.

My body jerks violently against the ribbons and finally my left arm breaks through.

I cup my nuts immediately. And she gets up and stops the timer.

Kate: “Well shit that was only 7 minutes. You want to keep going?”

Me (who has gotten the other hand free and checking my balls): “absolutely not”

Kate: “that’s too bad that was fun, I would have kept going. You should have seen your face though, I considered stoping but thought you might not pay me”

Me: “money is all yours im going to get some ice and head home”

Kate: “let me know if you want to do it again soon”

I was sore for a week straight, tons of bruising but I would see her again. Several more times, just this time with safe words and no ribbon.

To this day I still have a little numbness in my left hand pinky. Thank god it was shitty craft ribbon or I might have lost my balls that night.