Zap!

Despite being exhausted after a long day of travel, we finally got around to testing a new toy out earlier this week when I found a horny M all ready to go in his spandex, the leather sleepsack, and a latex mask when I came to bed.

I quickly zipped him up. Digging around in our kinky travel case, I finally found what I was after: the Zap electro ball stretcher by Oxballs.

M had purchased the Zap sometime in the past month or two, along with a new set of rubber mittens (and a locking rubber penis prison, which will be reviewed soon!), from Los Angeles based Stockroom. We hadn’t had a chance to try it, however, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test it. I quickly wiped it clean (we had been showing it off to kinky friends during our trip) and pulled out the electro gel. M also confirmed at this time that his hands were free — something that I had to remedy with those new rubber mittens he had purchased.

Unzipping the lower part of the sleepsack encasing M, I realized he had already put two Oxballs Screwballs on — one around both his cock and balls, and the second around just his balls.

It’s important to note that the Zap is similar to 2 Screwballs stacked on top of each other, meaning it does give a nice stretch… but it also makes it more difficult to put on. Deciding to leave the Screwballs on M for now, I added both metal contacts to the toy (it can be used as a single pole as well), a liberal amount of electro gel to both it and him, and just slid the Zap down his cock. I then zipped up the sleepsack around him, but leaving him exposed.

I pulled out our 2B box and plugged him in. After a bit of a false start (problem with the cables), I finally had him beginning to moan and whimper and thrust. I eventually switched the e-stim box to my favorite mode, Training, and increased the power as much as he could stand it.

The interesting thing about the sleepsack, the Zap, and M’s thrusting is that it ended up being extra mean. The Zap would catch on the zipper of the sleepsack with each thrust, pushing it and M’s skin up and down his cock while the e-stim continued. Eventually exhaustion began to overwhelm me despite enjoying the torture session and considering my options, I added some silicone lube to the tip of his cock before wrapping my hand and mouth around him.

Now M describes the experience as “intense… both pleasurable and painful.” At the time, though, all he could do between the whimpers of pleasure was choke out “you’re so mean” and “that feels so good.”

So, despite not using the Zap exactly as originally intended, I think we’ll be using it a lot more now that we’ve given it a try. It was harder for him to get off in the end, but ultimately it seems like it was a much more intense orgasm as a result. That’s an obvious win by our measurements.

In the Moment

M and I talk about writing stories. Recounting past exploits and imagining future ones. We send each other snippets of fantasies, and talk for hours about what we plan to do to each other. Or, even more dangerously, what we want done to us. They say the largest sex organ is the brain, and we certainly don’t ignore that.

It’s difficult, though, to remember the details. It’s hard to recall and put into words exactly what was happening the night before. So many of the details blur together, only a few very specific things standing out in stark relief.The thrill as he tightened the straps on my arms, pinning them behind my back. Closing the Kali’s Teeth around his hardening cock and snapping a lock on it. The sweat dripping onto my face as he fucked me on the floor. Brushing my hand over his tender nipples, captured by clover clamps. Begging for more, begging to be punished. There’s so much between these snapshots. Lust and fear and trust and the desire to push ourselves, and to push each other.

He comes home from another business trip, this one longer than anticipated. I’m dressed up and waiting for him, restraints ready, mask over my head, on my knees. The anticipation nearly kills me as I hear the key turn in the lock, waiting for him to set his bags down and shove his hard cock in my mouth.

Another night I replicate the “science experiments” I ran while he was away. But this time he restrains me and takes the control box, tweaking the settings, adjusting the speed and intensity of the electricity. In no time he has me begging for mercy.

I do the same to him another night. Zipped up tight in the sleep sack, chained to the bed. I take the box into the other room, playing with the settings to remind him I’m still there, giving him a jolt now and then. But I want to watch him, and I want to push his buttons, so I end up sitting on the floor by the bed, adjusting the settings, eventually making him come.

For a long time, neither of us felt the need to use our safewords. We had them, but rarely uttered them. Lately, though, it’s almost as if we’re daring the other to say it. Trying to push each other into crying “red”. It’s a boundary that we need to push, but we’re pushing it together.