# Trying to Cum From Pain "Tones of times!" Mocha said enthusiastically. "The best is when Vix ties me to his punching bag and just goes crazy with it." He swooned. "I cum so hard from it, and it hurts so bad!" The fox finished stripping down in the boundary locker room. Like any question asked to the fox, the answers he got revealed too much about the odd maybe abuse relationship between the fox and his bully of a 'boyfriend'. Really he should have expected that the fox had cum from his balls being crushed. In general he was really quick to cum. He probably could have from a nasty look. Myst nodded and stripped down himself. "I guess I'm going to try it more. I like ball taps but don't think I want full power punches to my bits." He said, "He knows what he is doing, but can't blame me for being a bit nervous?" Mocha just shrugged. Then got distracted rubbing his balls. The otter stepped out of his pants and was as naked as he could he. Down to nothing except the tiny black plastic chastity cage he had agreed to be in. Locked only a week, His dick had been locked away until he came from either his balls being hit or his prostate being pounded. Knowing what the easier path was, Hunter had kept far away from his butt. The nerve of him. Stupid past Myst. He didn't have to plead to be caged. But now he was finding out how quickly the madness overtook him. Sitting down on one of the benches, the fox spread his legs wide and showed off what was still the most pathetically small package. His balls barely registered as more then a little bump under his nub, and yet he looked at it as a sense of pride. It fit how much he loved being pushed around. It was good that he enjoyed the emotional pain of being degraded as much as he did all the physical stuff otherwise Mocha would have needed lots of therapy. Mocha grabbed his balls and squeezed. "Ohhhhhh owowowow. Mmm that's the good stuff." He wrapped his other paw around the first. Maw agape, yelling a silent scream or enjoying himself. Probably both. He let go and made a fist which he sent right back in. That time he really yelped. Jumping, and almost falling backward before readying up for another hit. Hunter's big gray paws wrapped around Myst's waist. "So, what's he doing now?" The wolf whispered. His paws made Myst's cage tighten. He melted with need. "Putting on a show?" Myst said back quietly, failing to hide how his boyfriend's paws were effecting him. "So, how bad is it gonna be?" "Not that bad, I want you to enjoy it. Lots of rubs and a good time after." He said tightening his grip into a hug. Mocha kept pounding his fist down and then did fall of of the bench. Dribbling out of his crotch was a messy thick white fluid. The otter's balls were currently suffering from empathy. He was impressed with the foxes little show but it gave him hope. He turned to kiss the wolf. Cumming from getting ball busted. How hard could it be? --- His old friend the cross. Hands and feet wide apart, letting his otter bits hang defenseless. Tonight they were in a private room. So intimate, as far as the couple was concerned, it was the height of romantic. Hunters lips met with his. Sucking and licking each other. They moved, his cheeks, his chin, his neck. Down they went. His paw casually flicking across his nipples, only for his maw to suck and bite them. It was the best way for him to share his love. "Ok, leaker." Hunter said, nudging his cage. "We are starting off nice and slow." Wanting to ask if he was actually leaking went away as soon as the ball taps started. Nothing too strong, but the light abuse of his needy full balls was replacing thought with a long deep moan. He needed this. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Hunter's paw, open faced repeatedly hitting him was soothing, almost. There was a build up as slowly the buzzy pain was starting to feel uncomfortable. Not yet but it was building. A stronger one, and Myst yelped. "Have to keep you on your toes." Hunter said, not stopping his light taps. "You looked so peaceful." Opening his mouth to reply, another stronger hit caught his reply in his throat again. "Aaaaahhhhhh" Came out instead. He didn't want to know how much he was blushing. The wolf just smiled as he slowly turned up the intensity. "I'm not sure I can hear you squealing." He said and shifted his tactics. He kneaded the otter's balls. Sensitive and stinging, the rolling just rolled over him. He had done the same thing to himself before, but this was far more intense. It not being his hands turned the simple movement into one that caused him discomfort. Pleasurable pain on his sensitive bits. Struggling(and failing), to keep himself quiet, Myst let out a constant whine for a while. It went straight into his ottery moan when his boyfriend rubbed his big gray paws around his belly. Now it was gone, he kind of missed the pain. "Wanna try the crusher?" Hunter said, looking at him directly with his beautiful eyes. Powered by the horny buildup inside him, Myst nodded his head. Two plates of clear acrylic with thumbscrews at four corners. It was one of the first things that intrigued him about CBT and now here he was, getting one used on him. He was craving it. Having his purple fuzzy nuts between the panes made his heart race. Sweat dripped off him as Hunter screwed it tight enough for the pressure to start. Stronger than he expected, it was such a different pain. Flat, unyielding, and constant. Every little turn, it attacked him. One clawed finger just tapping the outside sent sent full body shivers across him. He rattled the restraints binding his arms. It was perfect. "I'm close, keep doing that." He said. Part of him knew what pain he was inflicting on himself, but it wasn't enough of him to care. He needed it. Tap, tap tap. Each hit echoing across the top of the crusher. It hurt like mad, but yes! He was feeling close to coming. Hunter didn't let up. He kept doing exactly what he was doing and kept tapping, each knocking him closer. Slowly, he increased in power. Just a bit, just enough. Then he lost it. He could feel that pressure that need to cum inside him and it wasn't coming through. Wherever it was, it wasn't coming. Things felt different. The same pain but processed differently. He lost it somewhere and had to find it. It must be somewhere. Mentally he searched, looking within and tried to find that build up again. Meditating, as his balls were crushed, slowly. --- "Did you enjoy it?" Hunter asked as he soothingly touched the otter's sensitive balls. He needed the aftercare. "Ya. Just hate that I kind of edged myself." Myst said, more horny and frustrated than ever. "It will happen." The wolf said quietly and stroked his back. His head turned quickly to the creaking door. "Hey Mocha, not a great time." As much as he liked the fox, Myst didn't want to go over everything again and if the fox was there he was probably expecting a play by play. He needed the company. Blurting out the first thing he thought of, he gave a light smile to the fox and said "I could use a good rim," and raised his tail. Mocha nodded and smiled excitedly as he pushed his muzzle deep into the otter's tailhole and started eating with enthusiasm. It felt soothing. He was happy to get out of his balls for a bit, but not enough. "AAAA, I need to cum so bad!" The otter yelled. Hunter chucked. "You will, you will."