Cock and ball torture

Lion spread eagle tied to bed
Large plastic clothespins on Lion’s balls. (Click to view larger)

Lion worked a long time yesterday. When he came out of his office, he said he was going for a shower. It’s a good thing. I assume he was stinky from his diaper. I told him he didn’t need to wear one after his shower. That would have defeated the purpose of getting clean.

I won’t say I had plans for him. I had no idea what I was going to do. I only knew he wanted to play earlier in the day. Eventually, I decided on clothespins. The bag right beside my bed didn’t have wooden ones. There were some small, plastic ones that aren’t as evil as the dollhouse clothespins. There were also some plastic ones the same size as wooden ones. Of course, those plastic are worse than wooden but absolutely not as bad as the tiny plastic ones.

I think the tiny ones are much worse because all of the force is concentrated in such a small area. The fact that I use them in such a sensitive area just adds to the fun. The larger the clothespin, the more area the force has to dissipate. Obviously, if I put the larger plastic ones on the head of his penis, it would be far more painful. There’s no way that sensitive spot could handle it.

Lion was reasonably hard when the clothespins were on. He was still hard when I took them off. I guess they weren’t enough to get him too excited though. It took a fairly long time to get him anywhere near the edge. As it was, I gave out before he got there. When I tried to continue, he started to get soft. This isn’t a big deal. He had fun while it lasted and he wasn’t going to have an orgasm anyway. Edging him would have just made him hornier. Edging him today will have the same effect.

Just before bed, Lion’s back started to hurt. The man who can tell me if a paddle produces a sting or a thud is generally unable to tell me the quality of pain he’s experiencing. With all of his surgeries, I’ve asked if the pain is stabbing or constant, sharp or dull, muscle or bone, etc. and he’s rarely able to tell me. His back still hurts today but, I’m guessing, not as much. I don’t know if he’ll be in the mood for play later. Whatever the case, I’ll be available for all his play or snuggling needs.

I had a leap year orgasm. Mrs. Lion joked that my next one would be on February 29 whenever that occurs next (2024). I got a great blow job. I woke up Sunday morning feeling very horny. That seems odd to me. Generally, after I’ve had an orgasm it takes a couple of days before my interest really returns. All day Sunday I had sexy thoughts. What the hell?

It’s unlikely that Mrs. Lion will give me a chance to ejaculate again on Sunday (I’m writing this on Sunday afternoon). In the past, I have been able to perform the day after. I start to get into trouble when it’s three or more days in a row that I have to perform. In the past, I was okay on the third day though it wasn’t as much fun for me. On the fourth day, I was out of gas completely. It’s been a very long time since we did anything at all sexual the day after I had an orgasm. I think Mrs. Lion considers it a well-earned day off.

I think we’re getting close to waxing time again. Hair is coming back though nowhere near as thick or abundant as last month. Waxing clearly slows down hair production. The more you do it, the less comes back. I did some research into commercial waxing salons. Many offer a 50% discount on their services if you come back after a month. I noticed that the last time Mrs. Lion waxed me it went more quickly. If she doesn’t want to do my legs again, I think there’s a place nearby that does men. I’ll have to see if she wants me to go. Who knows? She may want to outsource all of me.

Have you noticed that I write about hair removal when I’m horny? I have. There’s some part of me that associates the loss of body hair with sex. Maybe it’s the same perverse force that turns me on when I think about spanking. (I wrote about that yesterday in “The Spanking Paradox“.) Being waxed is not a pleasant process for either of us. Well, it does feel nice swhen Mrs. Lion is working around her weenie. But it isn’t a turn on to have hair pulled up by the roots. Still, I’m turned on thinking about it.

Maybe that’s a special gene that I have that also attracts me to cock and ball torture. And, as I’m sure you know, I like to be tied up too. I’m clearly not a vanilla lion. I suppose the same perversion covers being locked in a male chastity device. It turns me on to think about that too. Once locked then it doesn’t matter what I think about, I’m not going to get hard anyway.

The irony doesn’t escape me. It’s just part of who I am.

I felt better last night than the night before. Still not great but able to play with Lion. He was under the covers and snoozing but I convinced him to come out to be unlocked. He was hard as soon as the cage was off. When I commented on it he said it’s been a long time. He meant since his last orgasm. I thought he meant since he’d been unlocked which was only one extra day.

I don’t know how excited he was to have clothespins on his balls but too bad. He was even less excited to have clothespins on his boobies. Sometimes I pinch his nipples as payback for all the nipples he’s pinched over the years – including mine once. Having plain clothespins on his boobies is not too bad. I don’t think they hurt as much as my pinching. [Lion — No they don’t]

There are certain spots that hurt more than others on his balls. I didn’t go for a record number of clothespins but I got quite a few on him. They move around when I jerk him off. They hit each other and I’m sure the skin gets pinched in between. And maybe the spot an individual clothespin is on might not hurt but when it’s hitting into another and being bounced around it starts to hurt. Of course, the clothespins can hurt more coming off than going on. Sometimes I do it easy so it won’t hurt as much. Other times I yank them off. It’s supposed to hurt, right?

Once I got them all off I really started jerking him off. It still took a while to get him anywhere near the edge. I thought we lost it a few times but he soldiered on. I stopped when he wasn’t too near the edge and started right up again. I stopped again when he was very close to the edge. I’m not sure if I did it again or if I just went for the orgasm.

Seventeen days is a long time for Lion to wait. I usually don’t make him wait for more than ten. However, he was already in a wait when the new chastity device arrived. We decided he should be locked up full time and he said he really didn’t want an orgasm yet. I have no idea how long he’s been in the new cage but it’s been at least a week. High time for an orgasm!

After we were done I was off to do the dog’s medicine and ice cream. I completely forgot to have Lion put the base ring back on. I saw it when I went to do his eye drops. I decided he could be wild until tonight. He’s not going to play with himself if he just had an orgasm last night. And I didn’t want to mess with it just before bed. I don’t think he’ll be looking for attention tonight but I’ll make sure he’s locked away safely and securely.

I keep feeling like I’m getting a cold or the flu. Unfortunately, this will go on for months. I don’t tend to actually get sick, but I feel as if I’m on the verge. It’s not a fun way to live but it happens almost every winter. Last night was particularly bad. I was cold and achy and tired. I felt better after I ate but still not great. I just didn’t feel like doing anything but hunkering down under the blankets.

Poor Lion was trapped in his cage with no fun to be had. He was worried about me and the only time he grumbled was a tiny, “poor Lion” near bedtime. He was kidding, of course. Being locked up for one day is not a big deal. He knows I won’t let him languish in the cage. At the very least, my weenie will come out tonight to stretch his legs, so to speak.

Lion asked me if his being hairless meant anything to me. Honestly, the only time I notice his being hairless is when we snuggle and my nose is not tickled by chest hair. Aside from that, I only notice his hair in passing. If, for example, I’m jerking him off, I might notice a few long hairs but they don’t bother me. As a matter of fact, when I ranted about having to wax him the other day, I was envisioning tons of hair, especially on his legs. I don’t know where I thought this hair was magically going to appear because he didn’t really have much hair anywhere. I guess that shows how much I pay attention. I didn’t even notice the obvious hairs on his balls when I’ve been locking and unlocking him. Duh!

He says he’s impressed with my substantial new rule. It’s something that bothers me a lot like interrupting. It’s not a froufrou rule like eating first or spilling things on his shirt. He did comment that he must be behaving himself because he hasn’t gotten a spanking recently. I told him to wait until Thursday night when we watch “Grey’s Anatomy”. If he can’t behave himself then he’ll get himself in trouble. Of course, the rule does not apply only to “Grey’s Anatomy”. Any show we watch could have the audacity to have a soap opera component. The nerve!

When I unlock the poor Lion tonight, I think I’ll see how many clothespins I can get on my balls. It’s been a while since I loaded them up. It just feels like the right time to do it.