The Bucket Game

Today is The Bucket Challenge day.

I make him play this game after teasing his cock for week, or even two, of course with no possibility of a cum. My husband hates this day. He's told me it's one of the hardest things that I make him do. Since he told me that, I'm going to do it more, and maybe even with a little more weight. Here's what I do to him. Get him standing up naked, arms and legs spread wide, like an "X" and restrain him very securely.

Wrap a soft cord around his ball sack many times, so that it can't slip off, then tie a bucket onto the other end. Start with the bucket quite high as it won't end up there!

Dress in your favorite tease outfit. Make sure you have several pieces of clothing on, not just a one piece. I wore a top that pushed my big tits up high, with low cups - they almost spilled out, which is just what I wanted for this game. Bring a supply of weights with you, to put in his bucket, a few at a time. This is what I told him:

"Honey, see my bucket loaded with lots of weights? See your empty bucket? In order for you to receive pleasure from me, each thing I do will cost you several weights. Ready to begin? I think I'll start by tickling your balls, which will only cost you 5 weights." And into his bucket they went.

"You like that? Would you like me to do something better? Would you like me to tickle your cock too? How's 5 more weights sound?"

I did that for a bit knowing the 10 little weights wouldn't be that much of a strain, but also not getting up to his cock head would get him wanting more. Sure enough, he soon asked for me to rub the head.

"Rub the head too? OK, how's 10 more weights sound for that?" I added them to his bucket 1 at a time and counted slowly, knowing that 20 weights was starting to add up. The bucket was hanging a bit lower, and I could see the cord pulling on his sack. He was enjoying it, and I watched his eyes roam all over my body lingering on my heavy tits popping out of my top.

"You're nice and hard, but you don't look like you're close to cumming yet. I could take my top off, if you want. Would that make this game more fun for you? Oh wait, there's a cost for that too you know. How does... 10 more sound? Oh, does that sound like too much? Well too bad. That's what I charge to take my top off."

10 weights later, counted into the bucket 1 at a time, my top hit the floor. What he got to see was not what he expected because I had a wonderful push up bra underneath! I loved his groan of frustration, thinking he'd get to see my full tits. Nope, just the tops bulging out of that bra that I bought a few years ago when I was a cup size smaller. Honestly, I could barely walk with it on since my tits would just burst free. But it held for my game...

"How're you doing honey? Want to keep going or do you want me to stop and remove the weights from your balls? They're starting to hang low. Does that hurt?"

He never answers me when I make him play, so I did what I wanted. Which I would have anyway! Guess that's why he learned not to answer!

"Let's ramp this up! All this light tickling isn't going to make you cum, is it? And I DO want you to cum. I really do. I know, I'll use both hands and give you a fast wank. Lots of stroking, lots of rubbing the head. For... 10 seconds? No, that's not enough. How about 30 seconds? A minute? 2 minutes?"

I could see his face change when I offered 2 minutes. He knew he had a chance to cum in that much time, so I told him 2 minutes would cost him 20 weights. His eyes got wide, but he didn't say anything. I dumped all 20 weights in at once, watching him wince from the sudden yanking on his balls. I chuckled at his pain as I enthusiastically started his hand job, 2 hands on his cock, 1 eye on the clock. I love jerking him off and have some skills so the race was on! Would he cum before time expired? Or would I get to continue his torment? He started showing signs of his upcoming orgasm, but time ran out first. I stopped completely and quickly, before he could cross the finish line. The look on his face was priceless!

"Aw, look at that throbbing cock. Were you close? (knowing full well he was!) Whew, I'm getting hot and bothered just playing with it. Would you like me to strip off my skirt?"

I could see he wanted me too but his face betrayed him. It was clear he didn't want any more weights, so I poured on the salesmanship.

"Tell you what, I'd kinda like to finger my pussy a bit so what if I make you a 2 for 1 deal? For the price of my skirt, I'll also remove my panties. Only 15 weights. Deal?"

I could see him calculating. He was up to 50 weights and 15 more would be more than he'd ever taken before. Would he take the deal and keep going or would the pain in his sack push him to quit? I watched his face carefully and saw the slightest of nods. He wanted more!

"One, two, three..." I counted slowly until all 15 were in. His face darkened as his balls took the strain. I purposely charged higher prices this time to see if I could get him to tap out. So far, so good... Off came the skirt, off came the thong. I was standing there with just my bra pushing my tits skyward. He was loving it, but I could see he was fighting against the pain building down below.

Now for those that know me, you know that around this point in my play time I usually like to switch quickly and smack his balls. I LOVE the howling sound he makes when I pummel those soft little jewels, but that wasn't on the menu today. Oh, pooh :(

So back to his pleasure. I danced around him, bending so he could see my voluptuous ass, lifting my leg to expose my lady parts, and finally because I really was getting all hot and bothered, I sank 3 fingers into my quim and frigged myself rather violently. I was so wet! The lust in his eyes showed clearly.

"How about a taste of me, huh big guy?" His lips parted as my fingers came close. "WAIT! Just 5 little weights... for each finger!" I slipped my fingers into his mouth, letting him slurp up my abundant pussy juice as I added 15 more to the bucket. He was in heaven (he can't resist the taste of my soaking snatch) yet the cords on his neck were starting to bulge from the weight and pain in his scrotum. I've asked some guy friends about this sort of thing and they all say that it hurts so bad to have anything heavy hanging on down there. My fella was valiantly holding on, since I told him that I wanted him to cum. He rarely disappoints me, but I do push him hard sometimes, and that's the fun, right ladies?

"Do you want to cum now? Do you really?" I was smiling and laughing at his discomfort, especially as I knew what was coming next and he didn't. "I'm ready to see your huge load spurting out of your hard shaft, but I can't decide how to get you there. Should I give you a 3 minute blow job that'll cost you 25, or should I turn around, bend over and let your cock slide into that soft, meaty, super wet pussy? If you choose my pussy, I wouldn't even limit your time. You can fuck me forever, and cum as hard and as often as you want. And my pussy will only cost you 1 tiny little weight. That's all - just 1. Well just 1... every 5 seconds! And with no time limit, you can fuck me as long as you want."

"What'll it be, 3 minute blowjob, or unlimited pussy?"

Who wants to guess what he picked?

Pussy, of course! I walked all around him, touching his body all over (a girl needs some fun too!) rubbing up against him as much as his restrained position allowed. With an evil glint in my eye, my knee "accidentally" poked the bucket hanging from his badly extended sack, causing it to swing freely. I could hear him softly grunt with the pain. Coming around his front side, it was time to put the poor devil out of his misery. Watching the clock carefully, my soaked pussy just swallowed up his cock, the swinging of the bucket pulling his cock in and out, in and out. The weights started flowing, 1 every 5 seconds. He thrust into me with vigor, wanting to cum quickly and attain that heavenly excitement, but to also to put a stop to the agony building, building, building.

I looked between my legs and his nuts were tight, ready to burst. Pussy feels so good! But the pain in his balls was getting worse and worse as the bucket continued getting heavier and heavier, threatening to overcome his pleasure. Could he make it? The clock showed that he'd been pumping me for almost 4 minutes - that's almost 50 more weights! On top of the 80 he already had in there!

His pained groans were coming as fast as his pleasure moans. But the pain was showing through more and more, as every hard stroke caused the bucket to swing harder, yanking over and over on those poor swollen balls, weights pouring in, one after another. What a race! I couldn't tell if he'd make it or not, and just as I thought he would quit, he came in me with a flood of pain induced, tease & denial built up cum. What a gusher! In seconds it was pouring down my legs, and his legs started shaking from his exertions and the ever increasing pain, since I was still merrily adding adding adding those nastly weights. With one last thrust back of my curvy ass, I popped off of his rapidly shrinking cock. Gone was the pleasure, to be completely replaced with that terrible ache of his now empty balls, yanked to their extreme limit. I stood up, looking him in the eye, and asked him if he'd keep the bucket on, strictly for my pleasure. The fight within him was as fierce as his pain, but a slight nod told me. He was mine. Completely.

5 weights - light tickling of his balls 5 more weights - light tickling of his shaft, but no head 10 more weights - light tickling/rubbing the head 10 more weights - removed my top 20 weights - 2 minute handjob 15 weights - skirt off free - thong removed (I'm such a softie!) 15 weights - to lick 3 pussy juice covered fingers 1 weight - each 5 seconds, thrusting into my pussy