Stories about ballbusting, cbt and castration fantasies

It is now one week later, a beautiful Saturday. Max woke up alone in his bed. Clem was home by her parents. With one hand, Max grabbed his balls to stand up. He went into the bath and carefully sat down onto the toilet, again grabbing his balls and holding them up, so they won't reach the toilet's water.  The last week was really hard for his balls: The weather was beautiful and Clem wanted to go hiking and they also made a cycling tour. Clem also took Max to a newly opened trampoline park. Max knew that would hurt, he negotiated, that afterwards, he was allowed to remove one of the four weights hanging above his balls. If he knew how much jumping on trampolines with weights on his hanging balls would hurt him, he would have declined. After showering, he checked how low his balls were hanging today. Clem asked him to do so. Since wearing the first weight, more then 10 days have past and Max was sure, that if the exam results would not be ready soon, his balls will hang around h...

On Saturday morning, Clem woke up first and cuddled up to Max. They were both still naked from last night and Clem started to play with his nipples. As Max was still sleeping and refused to wake up, she got up and prepared some breakfast in the kitchen. When she came back to Max, she brought some pancakes, a hot chocolate with a spoon and a canned whipped cream with her.  Max was still asleep, but the blanket half dropped and revealed his privates: a half erect penis and two obvious swelled balls. He was moving a bit and moaned sometimes as if he was in big pleasure. Clem watched him for some moments and grinned. It was clear to her, that he was having some kind of erotic dream. She placed the dinner tray to the nightstand and then grabbed his half erect penis and his balls and started slowly to play with them. Max did not woke up, but his penis grew further and his breathing got faster. Clem took the canned whipped cream, sprayed some on the tip of his dick and then moved...