Sarah and her three friends had a thing for control. They met guys online who begged for it, brought them back to the apartment, and got straight to work. No small talk, no romance bullshit. Just raw need and rubber bands.
Tonight it was Mark’s turn. He stripped fast, cock already hard, balls hanging low and full. “Tie me up,” he said. Lisa laughed and pushed him onto the bed. “We don’t tie hands. We tie these.” She flicked his sac. Mark groaned.
Rachel grabbed the thick black bands from the drawer. They were the heavy kind, meant for livestock but perfect for this. She stretched one wide and snapped it around the base of his balls, right against the body. Mark’s breath caught. The band bit deep, trapping everything below it. His balls swelled instantly, turning darker.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he hissed.
“Shut up and take it,” Sarah told him. She straddled his face, grinding her wet cunt on his mouth while the others worked. Jen looped a second band higher, just under the first, then a third. Three bands stacked tight. His balls looked obscene now, shiny and purple, stretched out like they might burst. Mark’s cock jerked and leaked pre-cum onto his stomach.
Lisa wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked hard. “Look how much they’re swelling. You like your balls banded like a fucking animal?” Mark moaned into Sarah’s pussy, tongue working faster. The girls took turns riding his face while they played with the bands. Every tug made his balls throb harder. Blood couldn’t get out, so they got hotter, tighter, more sensitive.
Jen climbed on his cock next. She sank down slow, letting him feel every inch while his banded balls slapped against her ass. “God, they’re so big now,” she said, reaching back to squeeze them. Mark bucked. The pressure was brutal and perfect. His balls felt like they were on fire, every nerve screaming while his dick stayed rock hard inside her.
Sarah took the next turn. She faced away so she could watch the bands while she rode him. She bounced hard, cunt gripping him, and every time she dropped she slapped his swollen balls with her ass. “You’re not coming until we say,” she warned. Mark’s hands fisted the sheets. His balls were nearly black now, shiny with sweat, the skin stretched shiny. The girls kept adding pressure, rolling the bands tighter with their fingers, pinching the trapped flesh.
They made him edge for an hour. Every time he got close, one of them yanked the bands or squeezed his balls until the urge backed off. His cock stayed purple and dripping, balls huge and aching. When they finally let him finish, Lisa ripped the bands off fast. Blood rushed back in a burning wave. Mark screamed into Rachel’s cunt as he came, thick ropes shooting across his own chest while the girls laughed and kept grinding on his face and cock.
Afterward they left him there, balls sore and bruised, cock still twitching. The girls showered together, talking about who they’d band next. They always had more stories to make.
