It has been a few days since I posted. I need to catch up a little bit. Not that there is a lot to say, but I suppose someone wants to know.
My last full orgasm was last Thursday. I have had two ruined orgasms, in that time. One was accidental. One was intentional. When I will have my next full orgasm, I don’t know. Right now, NW does not seem interested in denying me. So, I have been denying myself. I think the main drive behind it is the want of arousal…intense arousal.
A good bit of this, honestly, is because I have rekindled my relationship with fantasy and self-edging. Since last week, I have returned to my normal routine of ‘masturbation’. As a rule, every morning, afternoon and evening (assuming time permits for the latter), I will enjoy some porn, play with myself, edge myself (repeatedly) and leave myself frustrated and fully charged. Any release is reserved for NW. All the while, I am able to view the naughtiness on my computer and use the images there to drift into all sorts of enlivening fantasies.
The ability to pleasure myself, even short of orgasm, keeps me wound up, sated (mentally) and ready to try new things and pleasure NW. In fact, NW really reaped the benefits, on Sunday morning. We started fooling around and I let my want get a bit out of hand. After making her orgasm until she was actually trying to get away, she found herself with all four fingers, on my right hand, as deep in her pussy as they would go. Not to be outdone, my thumb dug into her asshole. I violently thrusted in and out, tried to push deeper and even used my grip to push her down into the mattress and lift her off of it. She was still sore yesterday…but had immense…uh…fun?
Back to the title, though. My poor testicle? Well, you see, after playing with NW, Sunday morning, I was more than a little worked up. She did not get me there, and I didn’t want to get there. I was hungering for something more intense and a mere orgasm wasn’t going to cut it. So, I retired to the bathroom.
I broke out the laptop and started the fantasy wind up. Not that I needed it to wind me up. NW had already done that. But I needed something to keep it going, for what I was going to do.
Long story short, a one and a half inch hypodermic needle was pushed into, and then all the way through, my left testicle. I was skewered! Did it hurt? Yes…but not a badly as you would think. Going slow really helps. Of course, going through the skin is only mildly painful. It is a sharp pain, but brief, and most of you have experienced it in some form.
It is the second barrier, the sheath around the testicle that is actually the most painful. As the needle presses against it, you get a sense that a nerve is being hit. I am not sure how to explain it. It is almost like being shocked with electricity. Going slow, though, helps to minimize it. Of course, there is also the ‘pop’, as the needle pierces/tears through it. The sheath must be thick and strong.
The interior of the testicle is almost a non-event. Once you get through the sheath, the needle glides through the meat of the testicle with little resistance and, oddly, not a lot of sensation.
In any case, there I sit…my left nut skewered on a hypodermic needle. I noticed that the sheath and skin, at that exit point, are really squeezing the needle tightly. I begin to fumble with my cock, to get it out of the way, and start twisting the needle, to see if I can loosen the grip on it. I was really concerned that pulling it out would be excruciating, given how tight I was around it.
Then it happened. Between the thoughtless pressure I was putting on my cock, just to keep it out of the way, and the wondrous feeling of the needle twisting, through the whole of my testicle, there arose a slight sense of rising pressure/urgency. All of the sensation, though, was centered in the testicle. I released my cock and the needle. It kept rising, though. Fully ten to fifteen seconds later, my scrotum drawn up tight (which increased the sensation in my testicle), my half erect cock erupted. The first spurt actually hit me in the upper chest. Despite the potential for a mind-blowing orgasm, I let it ruin. More out of fear than anything.
While it was obviously pleasure that caused all of it to happen, there was also almost an auto response to what I was experiencing. Not necessarily born of pleasure, but of sensation. Mentally, it was not pleasurable, at the time. Fear killed that. I didn’t know what would happen when I came this way. My scrotum had drawn up, sperm was pumping, contractions were occurring. What if it caused real damage? What if the needle broke? It didn’t.
In retrospect, it was cool as hell! I had just skewered my left testicle. And with only the sensation of pushing my cock out of the way and twisting the needle running through my testicle, a flicker of an orgasm was born. And orgasm that came alive and gave fruition to itself feeding only off the sensations created by my pierced testicle.
This wasn’t the only needle play, though. More to follow…