ReleaseIsAPrivilege - A birthday to Remember

Jasmine filled the empty living room with the pitter-patter of her hands slapping her thighs. Her eyes bounced up to the clock. It was the same time it had been the last two times she checked. She shifted on the couch, taking a breath to try to calm her excitement.

Savannah would be home soon. But soon couldn't come quick enough. It was Savannah's birthday today, and Jasmine had been planning her gift for quite some time. 

Their bedroom was anything but dead. It was more apt to call it a lively, bucking animal. But even so, there was something Savannah had always talked about, yet they had never tried before. Jasmine started at the gift bag resting on the coffee table.

Jasmine felt a pulse of arousal wet her panties. She softly groaned with impatience. She grabbed her glass of water from the coffee table and took another sip. Even though she had taken the pill hours ago, it still felt like it was in her throat. That, or a knot of excitement. 

Jasmine heard a click from the front door lock.

“I'm home!” Savannah gleamed as she opened the door. Jasmine quickly jumped up from the couch. 

“Hey sweetie!” She walked up to her partner, holding her cheeks while she pressed her lips deeply against hers before she even had time to put her keys away. Savannah happily kissed back. 

“Wow, that's the kind of welcome I like,” Savannah giggled, a subtle pink in her cheeks. 

“Happy birthday,” Jasmine whispered, grinning wide as she kissed her again. 

“Thank you,” Savannah grinned, their lips barely separated. “You want a donut?”

Jasmine pulled her head back enough to look down at Savannah's hands. She was holding a pink cardboard box.

“You do realize other people are supposed to get you gifts, right?” Savannah walked into their kitchen, placing the box on the counter and tossing her keys alongside it. 

“They are for me. You only get one. As for the other 5…?” Savannah shot Jasmine a mischievous smile. 

“Ahh, now it all makes sense,” Jasmine laughed. Savannah pulled off her jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. She was wearing a thin white shirt, with her bra straps barely visible through the fabric. Jasmine tingled in her panties. 

The tingle returned her attention to her gift. 

“I got you something, too.” Jasmine walked to the living room.

“Oh?” Intrigue pierced Savannah's voice as she followed her partner. 

They sat on the couch together. Jasmine's face reddened as she grabbed the bag off the coffee table and handed it to her. 

“Aww, thank you,” Savannah smiled, taking the bag. She slipped a finger inside to pop the tape holding the bag closed, and removed the bright red tissue paper. She reached into the bag, giddily rummaging around with her hand. Her brow creased as she found a piece of paper.

She pulled it out and began reading it silently. Her eyes widened as she did.

On the paper it read.

Thank you for your purchase of Bottled Pleasure! We are so glad to have you! Your current add-ons are as follows:

-Another hand only - preventing orgasm by masturbation, requiring another’s touch in order to climax

-Precum/cum production - Increase your body’s natural production rate of sexual fluids

-Regenerative compound - Safely enhances healing capabilities, making permanent physical damage impossible

-Masochist Enhancer - Increases pleasure received from pain, while making it more difficult to climax without it.

If you would like to increase the number of add-ons you have selected, we will be happy to accommodate you! We here at Bottled Pleasure wish you a wonderful experience with your heightened sex life!

“Does this… does this mean…?” Savannah murmured as she read. Jasmine could already see the excitement creeping across her face. It made her smile.

“Mhmm.” Jasmine grinned.

“Seriously? Seriously seriously?!” Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh from Savannah’s excited disbelief.

“Seriously seriously.”

“Naked. Now.” Jasmine obeyed on a dime. She pulled off her shirt while Savannah yanked her shorts and panties down, too impatient to wait for her partner to do it herself. Savannah pressed her back against the couch, climbing over her as her lips attacked their way up Jasmine’s neck. Jasmine moaned, running her hands under Savannah’s shirt, unlatching her bra, body tingling from her partner's lips all the while. 

Savannah’s hand reached between Jasmine’s legs. Jasmine tensed, expecting it to go straight for her balls. But it didn’t. It gripped her throbbing cock, completely soaking it in a few quick strokes. Jasmine already leaked quite a bit, but the precum production add-on was no joke. 

“Fff-yess,” Jasmine moaned, barely able to get it out before Savannah’s lips pressed against hers. She whimpered against them as the stroking grew faster. Her hand was euphoric. Melting her like butter between those skillful fingers.

“Mm-too fast–too fast I’ll cum,” Jasmine could barely speak, Savannah kissing her between every word. Her hips arched off the couch as the edge rushed towards her. Savannah pulled her hand away. Before Jasmine had the chance to protest, Savannah grabbed her hand, pulling it towards her cock, and guiding her to grip it.

“Then cum,” Savannah whispered, before returning to her lips. That was all Jasmine needed to hear. Her hand began frantically stroking, audibly slick with every movement. She moaned into Savannah’s lips as the edge came barreling towards her.

But just as she was about to slip over it, it pulled just a hint further away. As if the edge would arrive just a single second delayed. But once that second past, it took another step back, requiring another. 

Jasmine groaned. Her frustration leaked through her voice as she stroked faster. Harder. And Savannah could hear it. She moaned herself as her kissing only deepened in its greediness. Yet another motivator for Jasmine to stroke faster.

“You really can’t cum, can you?” Savannah moaned, an almost hopeful gleam to her voice. Her hips had already begun grinding against Jasmine’s thigh. She could feel how wet she had become.

Jasmine whimpered, rolling her head back across the couch with a mixture of begging and pouting. And without words, Savannah knew the answer. Her thighs clenched around Jasmine’s.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Savannah cooed, grinning as she nuzzled her nose teasingly into Jasmine’s neck.

“Please,” Jasmine begged. Savannah’s grin widened. She pushed off Jasmine’s chest and stood up off the couch. She quickly tore off the rest of the clothes while Jasmine watched, still frantically stroking her cock. She couldn’t stop.

Savannah grabbed the gift bag, removing one of the two remaining items inside.

“If I am going to be touching you, I want to be the only one touching you.” She turned to face Jasmine, holding a pair of padded cuffs, held together by a longer, heavy duty leather strap. Jasmine blushed at the excitement grew across Savannah’s face.

Savannah grabbed Jasmine’s hand, pulling it free from her cock and leading her into the kitchen. She stopped in front of a set of over the counter cabinets. She threaded the leather strap through the handles and reattached it to the cuffs.

“Your wrists, please,” Savannah grinned wide. Jasmine obeyed. She turned her back to the counter and lifted her arms. Savannah worked a padded cuff around her wrist, tightening it with the belt straps and latching it snuggly. Then she moved on to the other. Jasmine felt a bubbling excitement boil in her stomach as the bindings pulled snug. With her arms bound above her head, she felt a tingling wave of vulnerability. Especially knowing what her gift had signaled to her partner: Her balls were fair game.

Savannah stepped back to admire her work for a moment. Jasmine bound naked, arms pulled overhead. She could barely contain her arousal.

Savannah rushed against Jasmine, kissing her passionately as her hands started around her bound wrists, running their way all the way down her arms, her sides, and eventually wrapping behind her back. She was careful to avoid rubbing against Jasmine’s throbbing cock, which had already begun leaking to the tiles below. 

She pulled off Jasmine’s lips, taking her sweet time as she kissed down her face, then her neck, and eventually making her way down to her chest. She swirled her partner's nipple in her mouth while her hands rubbed across Jasmine’s stomach, chest, back and thighs. As if her hands couldn’t get enough of her skin's sensation.

“Please,” Jasmine whimpered under her breath. Partly a plea to Savannah, but partly a plea to no one. Just searching for an escape for the pressure cooker of arousal bubbling inside her. 

Savannah finally moved off her nipples, kissing her way down her stomach. Jasmine’s back arched, angling her cock towards the approaching lips, but Savannah avoided it. 

Finally, finally Savannah’s hand reached towards her cock. It wrapped around it, but before touching her skin, it stopped, as if the air around it had become solid. Savannah grinned wickedly as she began stroking the air around Jasmine’s cock. 

Jasmine groaned, thrusting her hips forwards as precum dripped from her aching cock. She eyed her hand with such intensity, one would almost believe she could control it with her thoughts. But it disobeyed, continuing to stroke the air instead.

“You seem about ready,” Savannah teased. But instead of gripping down on her cock, Savannah moved her hand slowly down her shaft in the air, then down and around to softly grab her balls.

Jasmine moaned as her fingers wrapped around her balls. Being achingly full of cum, her balls felt heavy as they slid around within Savannah’s hand. She massaged them gently. Slowly. Coaxing them further out from her body.

With her cock aching for attention, her body quickly learned to draw its pleasure from her balls instead. It was the closest it could get to stroking, and her body had every intention of taking advantage of it.

The longer she massaged, the better it felt. Precum had leaked down across Savannah’s arm, dribbling down it on its way to the floor. Jasmine’s cock was throbbing, growing impossibly harder and greedier as the massage wet her appetite. Before long, her balls had dropped fully into Savannah’s wondrous hands. And that was when she pounced.

Savannah wrapped her thumb and pointer finger around the base of Jasmine’s balls, slowly tightening down until she had sealed off their escape. And with Jasmine’s balls firmly trapped in the palm of her hand, her other three fingers wrapped around them, and slowly began to squeeze.

Jasmine moaned as the pressure slowly grew around her balls. The soft, warm intoxicating hands slowly became tighter, and tighter. Until it a weak, gentle ache began radiating through her balls. 

“Mmff,” Jasmine grunted as the ache continued to grow. Her hips shifted as the thought of escape seeped into them. And then Savannah released the pressure. Jasmine sighed with relief. And as quickly as the relief came, a buzz of arousal came too. Her cock throbbed, dripping a thick drop to the floor. Savannah smiled deeply, and began squeezing again.

Over and over again, Savannah squeezed Jasmine’s balls, then released them just as she began to wince. And each time, that moment came just a fraction later. She began to pull down gently on her balls as she squeezed, stretching the skin of Jasmine’s cock in a tantalizing wave of phantom pleasure.

Jasmine had never been so hard. Her ball’s aching paled in comparison to her cock’s ache for attention. Each wave of pain cascaded into an ever growing wave of pleasure after. And then the squeeze would start again, while she was still basking in the pleasurable afterglow. Over, and over again. The pain and pleasure began to overlap, blurring the line between them as a pool of need grew on the floor and her body clawed its way towards the edge.

Savannah opened up her three fingers, only leaving her thumb and pointer finger sealed around the top of Jasmine’s balls. Then without warning, her other hand slapped down against them.

“Fff-ooh,” Jasmine grunted. Her thighs clenched softly as they instinctively closed for protection. A gentle pain radiated out into her core, and then like she was plunged into a hot tub, a warm, tingling rush of pleasure filled her.

Savannah slapped them again.

“Mfff-mmm,” Jasmine squirmed, but her grunt morphed into a subtle moan as the pleasure returned even stronger.

“Oh fuck,” Savannah moaned herself. Jasmine peeled her eyes open and looked down. Savannah’s face was hot with lust, smiling with a drowning intoxication. Jasmine was about to comment on how gorgeous she was when Savannah slapped again. 

Each slap grew ever so slightly harder. The hesitation Savannah had was slowly crumbling to her affection for each grunt and whimper from her partner. And as the strength of each hit grew, so too did the rush of pleasure they pumped through Jasmine.

“Ffff-I think I might a-actually–” Savannah stood up, cutting Jasmine off.

“If you think you’re gonna cum, then I think I could make use of it,” She smiled, grabbing her box of donuts off the counter and putting one on a plate. She kneeled back into place.

Savannah’s hand swung up, slapping the underside of Jasmine’s balls.

“Unggg–UFFFG,” Jasmine's groan was quickly interrupted by another as another slap came moments after the first. Then another. And another. Without even a second between slaps, Savannah let out an assault on Jasmine’s balls, bouncing them with every audible plap!

“Fffuckingggg-mfff,” Jasmine’s knees weakened, knocking for protection as her hips wiggled side to side to avoid the onslaught, but with her arms held high above, she couldn’t move far. And Savannah had no issue tracking her. Each wave of pain and pleasure took longer than the break between the next slap, stacking on top of each other over and over like a growing avalanche. 

Jasmine groaned as she writhed, unable to tell if she wanted to shield her balls or thrust them out for Savannah to bust them easier. Beg for mercy or beg for it harder. Her cock throbbed ravenously as the edge rushed towards her, then quickly into her rear view.

“Mngggfff!!” Jasmine wailed as cum sprayed striped ropes across the donut and onto the floor. Savannah didn’t slow. Instead she slapped harder. Faster. Jasmine’s body buzzed with pleasure and pain like an angry hive, each rope of cum, each slap, only poking it with a stick again. Jasmine couldn’t tell if she was moaning or whimpering by the end, but the donut, Savannah, and the floor, were all covered in cum.

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Every slap Savannah delivered made her clit tingle. Watching Jasmine throb and ache and leak all over with each hit only made her want to hit harder. And once she began cumming, her desires only grew.

Savannah clenched her thighs tight, nearly pushing herself over the edge simply from the sight of her partner cumming from her slaps. A fantasy she had always dreamt of unfolding right in front of her. Each whimpered moan extracted a moan of her own. 

As Jasmine’s orgasm began to fade, Savannah could no longer contain herself. Her slaps paused as her mind tried to debate her clit, but it had no chance of winning. Savannah slowly curled her fingers into a fist, and in the same motion as before, quickly snapped up, knocking against Jasmine’s balls.

“Ooffffng,” Jasmine’s knees nearly buckled, creaking the cabinet as her binds helped hold her standing. A tidal wave of pain radiated out from her balls. Through her core, up into her stomach and down her legs. But like the water receding before a tsunami, it quickly rushed back in overwhelming pleasure.

Her cock, slowly deflating, quickly stiffened again as it bounced with renewed need, and a clear stream of precum dripped from her in an already growing anticipation for more.

“Oh god,” Savannah moaned, seeing Jasmine’s cock’s reaction. It wanted more. And she needed more. “Y-you know what goes great with donuts?” Savannah was flustered, arousal trembling her voice. She stood up, rushing over to grab a mug and pouring a cup of coffee from pot, still hot from Jasmine’s morning cup. She stopped by the gift bag on her way back, pulling out the last item in there. A clear, plexiglass ball crusher. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, but she couldn’t tell from excitement or dread.

“Oh goddd, Savannah,” Jasmine whimpered, resting on her binds. Her cock was rock hard again.

“You’ve got a little more cum in there, don’t you? I just want to make sure it’s all squeezed out.” The unbridled arousal oozing from Savannah made Jasmine ache even more for it.

Savannah slid the crusher around Jasmine’s balls, slowly working them into place with a focus that would put surgeons to shame. Once they were situated between the two pieces of plexiglass, she tightened down the knobs on each side until it was just snug enough to stay on.

And then she started turning them. Slowly. Bit by bit. Quarter of a turn each time. Jasmine stared at her balls, watching them slowly squish between the unforgiving plexiglass. The portion of her balls pressing against the glass growing larger and larger.

Savannah put the mug on the ground, smack dab in the middle of the pool of precum on the floor.

“You can aim this time. Just dribble the rest of the cum we squeeze out right in there.” Savannah’s now free hand quickly slid between her legs. She frantically rubbed her soaked clit as her other hand continued slowly ratcheting the crusher closed.

Jasmine whined with every turn of the knobs. Each time she began to get used to it, or thought it was as tight as it’d get, Savannah would tighten it another quarter turn. Each time she thought  the pleasure couldn’t overwhelm the pain, another quarter turn proved her wrong. Her hips shifted in sporadic jerks as they tried to free her balls, but the crusher trailed along with her. Her eyes bounced between her squished balls and Savannah, absolutely glowing on the floor with moans of pleasure she could hardly handle. 

Tighter. Tighter still. Until finally her body couldn’t resist any longer. Waves of convulsions rush through her. Her balls, crushed between the plexiglass, wanted equally to spurt the cum and trap it inside, resulting in a weak dribble from a frantically thrashing cock. Cum dribbled down her shaft and across her squished balls, leaking down to the floor as Jasmine tried to aim for the mug through shaking legs.

It was all too much for Savannah. The build up of massaging her balls, squeezing them, slapping them, and even punching the cum out of them, and then using a crusher to milk out the final drops. The sight of Jasmine’s balls between the glass. The sounds of her moaning whimpers. She couldn’t.

“Mggff!!” Savannah moaned, her thighs twitching closed and open as her entire body convulsed with pleasure. Wave after wave after wave rushed over her in a seemingly endless loop of ecstasy. An orgasm so powerful her vision blurred and everything tingled.

Savannah collapsed back on the cold tile, panting as the aftershocks worked their way through her. A blissful smile crept across her face.

“Oh fuckkk, Savannahhhh,” Jasmine groveled, shaking slightly on her weakened knees, as if trying to wiggle the crushed free, her hips shifting side to side in fruitless retreat.

“I got you,” Savannah giggled, pushing herself up off the floor. Even after such a powerful orgasm, the sight of Jasmine wiggling with her balls trapped in the crusher sparked a fresh wave of arousal. But she ignored it. 

She twisted the knobs, making sure to go looser as she slowly released the pressure.

“Agggh,” Jasmine sighed as her balls slipped free from the device. Savannah took them in her hands. They were hot to the touch. She ever so softly massaged them, before leaning in and kissing them gently. A sensual acknowledgement of their hardships.

Savannah rested her head against Jasmine’s thigh, peering up at her partner. A shared thought went through both their heads. A wonder if either of them had ever been so beautiful.

“Best. Birthday gift. Ever.”

Thank you to the patron who commissioned this! This was my first time really writing ballbusting, and it was a lot of fun! I've drawn it a couple times, but not very much, so overall this was out of my norm! Makes me want to do more in the future though haha. Hope you all enjoy it!