We had a lot of fun kicking our meat bag around in the pillory, but we want more ease of access. Down he goes, on his back, so helpless. Funny enough he tries to recoil from some of our kicks, and gets reprimanded harshly to lay still and take our shiny high heeled stomps and kicks. Eventually we grow bored of kicking his little tomato sack and decide to lock him in the ball vice. Tied, clamped, squeezed tight, he groans and writhes in pain as we turn the knob again and again, flattening his balls until they are white from the pressure. If only they weren't so full of filth they could get ...

We had a lot of fun kicking our meat bag around in the pillory, but we want more ease of access. Down he goes, on his back, so helpless. Funny enough he tries to recoil from some of our kicks, and gets reprimanded harshly to lay still and take our shiny high heeled stomps and kicks. Eventually we grow bored of kicking his little tomato sack and decide to lock him in the ball vice. Tied, clamped, squeezed tight, he groans and writhes in pain as we turn the knob again and again, flattening his balls until they are white from the pressure. If only they weren't so full of filth they could get even flatter for us. We will just both have to step on them hard and see where it goes.