Suspended Massage Table

You're lifting up by both the mum and daughter and assisted to the massage table, your still very groggy from the hits to your balls but they lay you face down on the table.

Unlike a normal massage table your head doesn't have a spot to rest through, and then the daughter places your right hand in a cuff and before you can react the mother does your left hand.

You begin to protest but the mum then moves to hold your leg still while the daughter places each one separately into leather binds. Your limbs and bound and you can't move them, the daughter then gets a wide belt and tightens it over your hips pushing your cock and balls firmly against the table.

The mother then moves around to a mechanical box, which she presses the green button to raise the table to nearly 6 feet in the air. The daughter then goes under the table and moves a circular panel around and removes a section of it, your balls pop out under the table. You get immediate relief from your body pressing down on them, but this relief is now filled with fear of what your new situation has become.

The daughter pulls with all her weight to the point where you feel that your ball cords have been torn off. "arggggggg" you groan as she continues to pull, after 30 seconds she finally stops.

"Wow Dee, his balls must be hanging at least 3 inches from his body" The mum goes as she walks under the table for a closer look. She begins to tap your sack gentling as your balls sway side to side. Even these taps are causing slight pain as your tender balls swing. All of a sudden one of them squeezes your balls to the limit, pressing their thumbs into the meat of your testicles, "ahhhhhhhhhh" you scream. The let go, but the pain transitions into your stomach and you continue to grunt in pain.

You hear some murmuring coming from under the table, "Ok Dee this guy is at our mercy now. he will pay for trying to steal from us. Let's have some fun at his expense though, we'll play a game where he can guess who's hitting his balls with what. If he gets it wrong, we add an extra hit to the next round. To keep him invested if he survives to say round 20, he gets a reward before we finish him off. Dee why don't you tell him the good news?" "Sure mum!" Dee said excitedly.

"Listen up buddy, we are going to play a game with your manhood... you have to guess who's hurting you and how if you get it wrong, we add an extra hit for the next round. If you manage to survive to the end, you'll get a final reward." Hearing this you try and move but it's useless, "let me go, when I get out, you'll both pay" you say. You hope this will scare them enough to let you go but it doesn't, and the games begin.

"OK Dee get down here let the game begin."