Sub-O toughens his nuts (Tales of Sub-O, No. 52)

Sub-O has a meet coming up soon with a Dom he’s already served a couple of times. This time he has some homework to do. “Toughen up your nuts”, the Dom has commanded him.

That figures. This Dom is very keen on CBT, and doesn’t stint on the B aspect. Although O isn’t totally lacking in experience in that department, and certainly has form as a pain slut, that particular part of his body hasn’t received a lot of attention in his own training. I mean, which guy isn’t squeamish about having that item of his anatomy abused? And it takes a particular kind of determination (or maybe perversity) to administer the abuse yourself.

As O has been finding: his earlier attempts were a bit half hearted, he had to admit to himself. But over the last couple of days he’s at last made some progress. How come? Well, as Mary Poppins once said, In every job that’s to be done there is an element of fun. So O’s got some hard dance music playing at high volume through the sound system and is sexing himself up, dancing naked except for his collar and cock cage. Robert Armani’s HIt Hard is the perfect track for his mood and needs (the clue is in the title). He lets the unremitting rhythms impose a percussive discipline his body. He keeps time with the gutsy beat and orchestrates the different sounds with assorted kinds of impact on his body. He matches a ride-cymbal riff with the same rhythm on his ass and thighs – hard enough to smart. Sometimes the music is baseless and floaty – a cue to caress his torso and stroke his ever hard-wired nips. Then the bass drum comes back in, hard – a call to show his own bass region some action: toughen those nuts, O, in time to the beat.

He makes himself do it. Before, without the music, he had to steel himself to strike down there, but now he lets the beat decide for him, and before he knows it he’s stuck into CBT at 120 bpm. At first he slaps his balls with his hand – not too hard, but just enough to make him wince. Then gradually, as his balls warm up, he gets used to the sensations and he’s able to take it a bit harder. And then a bit harder still. Oh, wow, it’s actually starting to feel good now. Those endorphins must be doing their stuff, O thinks to himself.

He’s starting to get high on the energy of the music and the rush of sensations up through his body. He wants more (push those fuckin limits O). He makes a fist, takes a breath and makes impact down below. Again he tries it not too hard to begin with, but surprises himself at how quickly he’s able to increase the force.

He keeps going like this till the end of the track, and then stops. He feels jangled but also exhilarated. He checks his nuts – a bit blue, but nothing that won’t mend in a day or so. “How crazy is this”, he thinks. Anyone from muggleworld watching this would probably be appalled at the obscene perversity of it. Ha, maybe they should give it a go, he muses. Yeah, maybe this is what kink’s about. Pushing beyond the limits of what normalsville permits as pleasurable. Pushing beyond his own limits. Pushing beyond into freedom and joy.