Blue Ball Party

Years ago I was involved in a little event where making the slave blue balled was the focus. It was a simple little event at an owner's party where other owners brought their male slaves (as this doesn't work with females), and tied them to a bar along the wall. The part was actually part of a dance studio so it worked nice to have mirrors all around too.

Each slave was securely tied and able to see the other slaves. Once everyone was in place, a spreader bar was added. Some very good ear plugs were then put into each slave's ears. A test was done to see if he could hear and then a black, solid hood was added. Most ear plugs I had ever been around allowed some noise to get through, but these allowed almost none. This sensation was wild. I knew the other slaves were also done the same way, but I had no idea who was coming into the room or what they were doing. We had not been told in advance that we were part of a blue ball party.

To this day, I have no idea of the events that happened to the other slaves, but I know that within a short time I felt hands on my cock. I couldn't hear anything, but I was fairly certain that the hands were those of a female. I did not know if it was someone slave, a Domme, or who. The fact is for all I knew it could have been anybody. However, whoever this person was she had magic hands. Within seconds I was rock hard and starting to feel the urge to unload.

As you can imagine, the second my hips started moving to the stroking I felt the hands move away. I humped into the air a few times as if I was going to find those wonderful hands and then stopped. A short time passed and then the hands were back. This time they were different though, I was sure they were still female, but they were different.

Now having different hands did not mean a different outcome. I mean after all, I am a slave...not a dead dog. So, within seconds I was once again left hanging and humping the air to no good. This went on for what seemed like hours. There were male hands, female hands, lotion added, and then some dry rubs as well. This all served to simply frustrate me more.

Remember, I could not hear or see, so I had no idea what was going on in the room. After what seemed like a lifetime, someone removed the spreader bar, untied my wrist, then handcuffed my hands behind my back, and snapped a leash into my collar. Two rough hands seemed to line me up behind the tight leash lead, and then give me a push. This indication was soon clear, I was to blindly and deaf from the ear plugs, simply follow the pull of the leash.

I did follow the pull and found out quickly that I had a huge pain in my balls. I had been effectively blue balled by all the stroking without release. I stumbled a couple of times trying to keep up. I wanted so bad to grab my cock and hold it up while I walked because of the pain in my balls. I remembered only once almost falling down, but the strong hands were there to keep me straight.

Later that night I asked my owner when we were home what had been the aim of the events. I was informed that each slave was worked up to the point of frustration and then lead across the floor just as I was. A group of Dominant judges then voted on the slave most able to walk straight while blue balled. Apparently part of the party had been watching the slaves get all worked up and then walked. I asked who won and was promptly told that I was a slave and that was none of my business. Sadly, I never was allowed to relieve all the stress built up in my balls. I assumed that maybe the winner had some sort of release for the groups enjoyment.