Then he stops. I am breathing as hard as I can through my nose and the small breathing hose in the mask. I am sweating. The pain in my balls is so bad I feel like I might puke. But I know I must not due that. I try to breathe through it. I just try and relax
“Don’t worry, we aren’t doing this today. I just wanted to warm you up. We came here today for something else.”
I can see that John’s dick is rock hard. Mine has gone flaccid from the intense beating.
John picked up some small cords from his bag. He clearly had this all planned out. He wrapped the cord around my balls, getting them contained tightly. He then fastened a leather strap around my balls. It looks like there are some metal rings attached. He clinches it tight. I can feel more the see him start to attach the pipe. He is using a string to lace the pipe to the leather strap around my balls. When he is done I lift my head and look down. I see my balls pulled tight with the piped tied to them. The pipe stem is pointed straight down towards my feet.
While he was doing this I couldn’t help myself. I was getting hard again.
John then pulled the pipe stem out of the pipe and replaced it with a hose. It looked like something out of a hookah.
“Ok you little fuck, it is time for some big boys fun. I am going to smoke your balls.”
John pulled a tobacco pouch out of his bag and started filling the pipe. I could feel him pushing the tobacco into the pipe. I could feel it pushing against my balls. My heart was racing.
John finished filling the pipe and sat down in the chair facing me. He started to jerk himself off. After 15 or 20 seconds his dick was huge. It was time.
John lit the lighter and put it to the top of the pipe. He started puffing on the hookah hose. I could see the flame from the lighter being pulled into the pipe with each puff he made. Then I felt it. The heat of the flame. I could see smoke rising from the pipe. This was it.
John put the lighter down and started stroking his cock again. He took a deep drag and my balls were burning, it was much worse then I had imagined it would be. Much more intense than the light taps of cigarettes I had expected before. I tried screaming into the gag. John just smiled at me and took another drag. He was clearly having a good time as he continued to stroke his huge fat cock.
John slowly blew out a cloud of smoke and said, “I can taste your balls you little fagot.”
He laid back smiling and took another drag.
I screamed and fought against the ropes for what seemed like forever. I could feel the tobacco slowly burning down deeper and deeper into the pipe. Every time he took a drag on the pipe the tobacco coals would flare to life bringing intense heat and pain. Between puffs the tobacco coals would cool and smoke would gently rise up. My balls were still burning.
I have never experienced anything this painful before. It never stopped. My balls were just on fire. I had fantasized about this experience, but it was more than I bargained for. I was no longer screaming, I was just crying out in pain. I would spasm in pain after every drag. Every time a new flash of pain and heat. John just kept stroking his cock. He would just smile and laugh at me every time I tried to cry out in pain.
Finally John started stroking himself faster, he took one last very deep drag and shot his load. He started grunting as he jerked his full load out. When he was done he just lay back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling.
“Oh man. What a rush. The taste of you balls and all that nicotine. I am flying”
The pipe was still burning, slowly. He had had a monster load, and I was still on fire. He didn’t care.
John untied one of my hands then sat back to watch. I tried to pull the pipe off with one hand but couldn’t. John just laughed as he watched me struggle. I untied my other hand and was finally able to unlace the pipe off my balls. I spilled hot coals all over my leg and the bead. I then took the gauge out and laid back shaking.
“Well boy. What do you have to say to me?”
I wanted to tell him he was a sadistic fuck that I was going to see put in jail. But after a few seconds of thought I grabbed my dick and started frantically trying to cum. I had been hard through most of the ordeal. I said. “Thank you sir. Can we do this again sometime.”
John smiled and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his bag. Give me an hour and we can try some of these.
John lay next to me in the bead. He held my burned balls while I shot my load. We cuddled for a while. But true to his sadistic word he wasn’t done for the night. He would burn me with an entire pack of cigarettes. Not as intensely as before, but laughing and making fun of my cries of pain the whole evening long.