Banded

	The band dug in harder ,I could feel the blood trying to make its way past, stopped by the small rubber. My hand twitched as I lightly pulled against the bonds that held them to the bed post. My balls hurt more now than ever, both wanting release and panic as they died the sack that was supposed to keep them safe, my tongue flopping from my muzzle as I panted. The pain blinded me into a hot, horny fury. I knew that this night would come, one night it would go from nothing but a fantasy to reality, the band cut the blood to my balls, and all I could do was watch as they died, everything that made me a man despairing right in front of me.
	
I wanted to break from the bond that held me tight, to take the band from my jewels and to bring myself to the orgasm that my body so craved, my throat was dry as I sucked in breaths, wanting to do nothing but moan with every breath as my hard cock drip precum. It pulsed with every heart beat, as it tried desperately to send blood down my nether region, blood that didn't make it.

	My cock pulsed in time as I felt the precum run down my shaft in solid beads, my cock was hard as iron as my balls below were dying. I thrusted slightly fucking the air as my mind begged to cum. This was gonna be it wasn't it, my balls dying as I dreamed of an orgasm that was never to come. It was then that the door opened.

	A female voice called out over my panting, called out over my pained moan. At first I could hear what she was saying until her cold metal hand touched my balls, what little I could feel was sent to my brain as pleasure. I thrusted forward into the hand, wanting that little bit of sensation to throw me over the edge.

	The hand pulled away as fast as it had come the sweet voice sounding through the room again “no my sweet, your fruit aren't ready to harvest quite yet” somehow the voice was both promising and cold at the same time. The room spun as my blurred vision tried to see the person that had done this to me, only for my vision to go back as I moaned at the feeling of a tongue slide over my shaft and down to my banded balls.

	Tongue turned to teeth, as she nipped at my orbs, I wanted to scream to beg her to stop to let me keep what made me a man, but all that came out of my mouth was a deep guttural moan as pain and pleasure mixed into a very unkind mistress. Teeth caught on the band as she pulled the cords of my balls even tighter, this time I did scream as what little pain I could feel flooded up my body in a hot fire.

	I thrusted, trying to pull away from the sharpness, watching in horror as she closed her mouth around them, stopping the movement as soon as I started, her fangs clamping down, putting pressure on my already explosive balls. My clock stiffened even more, I could feel it, the all consuming pressure behind my shaft as the world came into one all consuming feeling. This was what I wanted, I could almost feel the relief, until it was stolen with a simple tug, my balls ripped down.

	The orgasm was stopped in its tracks, I whined loudly, my voice coming out as a horse cry for my “please” . I don't know how I managed to talk, but the fangs that moved to my neck told me all that I needed to know. I had my capturers attention. She bit down leaving a mark as she made her way up her tongue marking the side of my face as she stopped at my ear, ending her path of travel with a nibble that I was sure drew blood at the tip of my ear.

	Her voice was husky yet so sweet, a mixture of devil and angel that I had only faced in the best of dreams and worst of nightmares “what was that, dear” her metal arm rested over my chest as she moved into bed next to me, laying down on my chest as she made herself at home.

	“Please” i managed to repeat after choking on my own courage, I felt her metal arm slide lower teasing my mid section as she drew a circle over my belly button.

	“Please what” she asked, letting her breath linger against my sensitive ears, her finger walking ever so lower as she waited for me to speak, to tell her what she wanted to hear, what I wanted to hear. My brain was frozen as I stared at the band on my balls, I could still feel the tug that ended my last orgasm before it even had the chance to start.

	I wanted this to be over and I would beg if I had to, my mind came to the thought so fast that my mouth didn't have time to figure out what to say “finish” I let out a half hearted beg. My felt the metal hand grip my balls like vice “you want me to finish it” she asked in a sultry tone, it made my skin crawl. It felt like I had ants under my fur.

	My pleasure, pained barin hadn't caught on to the context as I rolled my head in the affirmative. I barely noticed the predatory smile that crossed her muzzle, tongue sliding over glossy sharp fangs as she kissed her way down my chest. I let out a shutter as he stopped at the head of my shaft letting her muzzle linger at the tip, lapping at it like the fountain that it was, precum leaking from the tip as if from an open faucet. 

She took from me greedily as her mouth worked its way down until her whole muzzle was around my cock. It was both heaven and hell. Her steel fingers working away at what was left of my banned balls and her tongue coating what I thought might be my last orgasm, and it probably would be. Time used to slow as the building climax, the pressure and heat going from my balls to my mid section as all the while a long slender tongue pulled away at my cock.

She was edging me, keeping me right at the moment, my pants came out a ragged breath, my body racked with shivers, my balls quivering with want “please…” I managed to whimper out, the last part of it coming out as a whine. She stopped licking, her muzzle still on my cock her hot breath coming out as steam, her eyes locked with mine, her metal arm forced my legs open as her other hand came to rest where my balls were.

A claw came from one finger and rested at the top of the band, it scratched slightly drawing the slightest amount of blood. I could see the want in her eyes, the bloodlust was palpable, that need to take. She wanted what was hers, and I was going to give them to her. “Please” I called out again. She leaned in strongly, her wetness from her own nethers reached my nose and my instincts went wild.

She worked my throbbing shaft, I felt it hit the back of her throat as she held me down the bed, my aching arms fought against the bonds that still held me to the post. I wanted to thrust, I wanted to cum, to end the buildup that had been going on for what seemed like hours, every movement we made dug her claw into my sack making me whimper with the moans that seemed to drown out the sounds of her own pleasure.

It came to a head as my back arched, the dam that for so long held back the wave that was in me broke, my cock harder than I ever thought possible tensed I could feel the first wave pass through me and into the waiting maw that greeted it, she felt it too, for as soon as my orgasm started, and I thought it was over, did the pain of my balls despair into a new all encompassing fire, and the orgasm that I was just starting redoubled.

The female muzzle moved away from my cock as white and red shot from its head, my once closed eyes now opened, tears streamed down my face, my blurry vision focusing on the sack that was in her right hand as her other fingered herself through the jeans that she wore. I watched dazed, and in pain as I looked at my balls, or well hers now. They looked so big when not attached to me.

I wanted to scream, cry or beg but I couldn't, the band that had been slowly killing them was now the only thing that was keeping them in the sack. They bounced in ways I knew they shouldn't as she juggled them between her fingers, using them as stress balls as her hand went into her pants finger sliding over her opening as she drew out a powerful orgasm for herself.

I watched and and breathed the scent of sex clinging to the air as she fell on top of me her own orgasm leaving her breathless as we laid in a mix of sweat and seed. I looked down at the face that just unmade me, she had what could only be described as doe eyes, but I could see the fire that still burned in the background. She raised her hand that held my balls and brought them to my own muzzle.

“Would you like to kiss them goodbye”