CBT - Canberra Bi-annual Travel

i was riding a mate's bike down to Melbourne. From Sydney (via Canberra) that's about a 900 km road trip. a little bit boring, but on a bike breaking it up over a few days is great fun. it may only be 750 cc and sounds and steers like a tank, but leaning back into that baby with your headphones on is like taking a sweet ride in your favourite armchair at 130 kms an hour

i got to stay with an old friend in their incredible house. a trip to Costco where i will never need to buy dental floss for another 2 years, dinner and Rise of the Planet of the Apes - which was freaking' awesome and not just because of James Franco, Freaks and Geeks or my monkey fetish (but those things had a lot to do with it)

riding around Canberra on a motorcycle is great fun. big wide roads, little traffic, high speed limits and hundreds of roundabouts that you can really get your knee down! but time for work. i only scored one job in Canberra. a guy who wanted a little ball torture

CBT Cock and Ball Torture is one thing i find a little strange because i don't like it myself. however, i am more than happy to crush someone else's nuts.

there's a guy in Sydney who has been on my back for years about getting jerked off and punched in the nuts. "it'll be an easy job for you." he says. remember what i said about clients who claim it will be an 'easy job' - it NEVER is.

holding firm to the belief it will be easy an easy job he thinks $50 should cover it. i refrained from going all Naomi Campbell on his ass, but, shit nigga, i ain't getting out for bed for $50! over time it increased to $80, then $100, then $120 before i eventually told him i have absolutely no interest in he should contact someone else. no only did i fear a never ending climax as i frantically jerk him of with one hand while the other fist is punching him in the nuts, but i was just so annoying by his constant bargaining over 18 months that i wouldn't do it even if he did agree to my base rate. that doesn't even include fetish stuff

this guy was not like him. this guy in Canberra was pretty cool and pleasant to deal with. it was only anew scene for him. i tugged on his balls and milked his testicles like a cow's teat - applying more pressure each time. judging how sharply he took in a breath was how i would judge the next stroke, gradually building up the pain but never pushing him too far

"you feel that? you feel me milking those bull nuts?" as i grind each nut under one knuckle in to the palm of my other hand

in between the filthy talk, at times like these i always think of the acronym CBT - Cock & Ball Torture and how commonly it appears in everyday life and how often it is said innocently only to be sniggered at by childish immature minds such as myself. the one that reduces me to tears each time was when several years ago New Idea was proudly presenting their scoop in Nicole Kidman and how she was undergoing CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy) to help her deal with her panic attacks

"c'mon Nicole. breathe deep, baby. you feel me milking those bull nuts of yours? fuck yeah, bitch. calm blue ocean. you're a calm blue ocean..." and i grind her nuts between my knuckles, "i really liked The Invasion until the Wachowski Brothers took over the final third of the film... " flicking her ball bag. she jumps and winces when she hears me smacking it with the back of my hand, " ...and you were awesome in To Die For, but i know you weren't acting... yeah, baby, calm blue ocean..."