Does anyone have any good mother son stories. The idea of an older woman crushing a young man’s balls is so hot. Do y’all have any ideas to write about?

If it's not too much of a trouble, is anyone willing to write a story about and group of researchers/reporters (maybe 3 girls and 1 guy) conducting a study on why women aim for the testicles or why women find humor in testicular related pain

It could about them watching trendy nutshot challenges/pranks done by women

Or researching why in mixed sports, women aim for lowblows more often

Perhaps have them interview women who either busted guys before or witnessed public busting

Or interview men on their most painful and embarrassing experiences. For eg. How a lazy son would often get punished by his mother.

It's early morning in Washington DC as Federal Agent Murphy Steel steps out of a yellow cab with a half eaten apple and his shoes clicking against the cool sidewalk as he stretches his legs. The sun is still low in the sky, casting a warm glow that softens the city's sharp angles.

The air is crisp and smells faintly of rain-washed concrete. He runs a hand through his curly cherry brown hair, brushing it out of his eyes, and adjusts his skinny black tie.

His reflection in a nearby storefront shows a man who has seen too many late nights and too much coffee, but his doughy brown eyes remain sharp, scanning the area.

Murphy walks into the FBI headquarters, a towering bastion of order and authority. The lobby is bustling with agents in various stages of readiness for the day ahead. He nods to a few familiar faces and makes his way to the elevator, flashing his badge at the security guard. Inside, the walls are stark and white, with the occasional splash of color from a framed motivational poster.

The elevator doors open with a soft ding, and he steps out into the bullpen. The hum of activity reaches his ears, a mix of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and muffled conversations.

Home sweet home.

He hears his name called out over the din. "Steel! Get your tiny balls In my office, now!"

It's Captain Laura Stone, her grey bob bobbing as she strides towards him. She's a short woman, but her presence is commanding, and her sharp blue eyes miss nothing. She's known for her no-nonsense attitude and her dedication to the job.

They've worked together before, and Murphy respects her tenacity. He quickened his pace to keep up with her.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful.”

Murphy tries to flash a charming smile, but Laura Stone’s smirk is sharp enough to slice through his flirty greeting. She’s not one to be swayed by his boyish charm, and she’s got more important things on her mind than his banter. The look in her eye tells him that she’s not playing around today. They reach her office, and she opens the door, gesturing for him to enter.

As he steps inside, his gaze falls upon the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. She’s 5’6, with a milk chocolate skin that seems to glow against the harshness of the room. Her wavy black hair cascades down to her shoulders, framing a face that’s equal parts fierce and alluring.

She’s dressed in a tan blazer that’s tailored to perfection, with a white button-up shirt peeking out from underneath, outlining her top heavy bust with the crisp collar sharp against her neck.

He can’t help but feel a jolt of something he hasn’t felt in a long time—nervous excitement.

"Murphy, this is Agent Mel Armstrong, our newest recruit. She's fresh out of the academy with a degree in psychology from Stanford." Captain Stone says, her voice as serious as a heart attack. "Mel, this is Agent Murphy Steel. He's a seasoned pro, and he'll be helping you with the Ravenwood case."

Mel looks up from her paperwork, a hint of curiosity in her lighter brown eyes. They shake hands firmly, her grip surprisingly strong for someone who looks so delicate.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Steel," she says, her voice smooth as velvet.

Murphy nods, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turns back to Captain Stone.

"Ravenwood, huh?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

The name hangs in the air like a bad omen. Ravenwood isn't just any small town; it has a reputation for being a hotbed of unexplained events and eerie happenings.

The thought of returning to such a place sends a shiver up his sack, but he quickly shakes it off. He's seen bad things in the last nine years but he’s heard worse stories about that damn town….

"So, what's the deal with Ravenwood?" Mel asks, her curiosity piqued. Captain Stone's expression turns grim as she leans back in her chair, her arms folded across her chest.

"Ravenwood is what we call a black zone," she replies, her voice low and serious. "It's a place where the lines between reality and the supernatural blur. Strange things happen there that can't be explained by science or belief. People go missing, and when they're found, they're not the same."

“Especially the men…” Murphy adds under his breath but remains calm.

Captain Stone slaps a file down on her desk with a thud, the sound echoing through the small office.

“This is Kendrick,” she says, her finger pointing to the photo of a young dark skinned man with a nice smile clipped on the front. “A sophomore at Moonlight University in Riverside Moon Bay. Bright, smart, apparently was popular with the girls. Hung like a horse.”

Murphy tries to keep a straight face at her candid remark, but he can feel a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Mel’s blush deepens, and he can’t help but wonder if she’s heard the rumors about his own legendary endowment. It’s a juvenile thought, but it’s moments like these that cut through the tension of their grim task.

“But let me guess, he’s dead now?” He said.

“Worse. Hes Ball-less.”

The words hit Murphy like a sledgehammer, and all amusement drains from the room. Laura Stone’s expression is as cold as the steel in her voice, and Mel’s eyes widen in horror. The photos in the folder reveal a grisly scene: Kendrick’s dorm room, a place of study and solace, now a grim tableau of blood and chaos. The carpet floor is stained in crimson, and the walls are spattered with it.

But what draws their attention are the medical photos—a close-up of a young man’s crotch, the skin bruised and torn, the once mighty round testicles now flattened to mush.

“Oh no…”

Murphy’s heavy balls clench in fear when he sees an evidence photo of a colorful jack in a box in the folder Captain Stone slides across her desk. The sight of the innocent toy, now a macabre trophy of this psycho’s twisted game, sends a cold shiver down his spine.

Mel's gaze darts to the photo, her eyes narrowing. She picks up the folder, her hand trembling slightly as she starts to analyze the gruesome details and summary reports.

Captain Stone’s voice is steady as she recounts the grim discovery. "Kendrick was found by his roommate, unconscious and bleeding out in a pool of his own fluids. The perp had left that box next to him, along with a message that was clearly taunting us."

Mel's eyes never leave the photos as she absorbs the information, her mind racing. "The medical reports indicate that the injuries are consistent with repeated blunt force trauma," she says, her voice tight with the effort of keeping her emotions in check.

"…Something big and heavy. Multiple fractures were formed along the testicle shells before they were fully…uh, wow this is tense but wait, it says here he was 6 '3 and very fit. How was he taken by surprise? Was this a crew job?”

Murphy nods gravely, his thoughts drifting to the sheer brutality of the attack. "Had to be, right? It Says Kendrick was a wrestler," he says, his voice gruff. "There's no way someone didn't hear something. He would have put up a fight unless—”

“The attacker was a woman.” Mel finished, causing him to smile for a moment. Stone did say she’s smart.

“But what freaking woman can cause blood splatter like that?” Murphy questions, his dark curiosity giving him a poor play by play in his head. He subconsciously covered his bulge with his large hand.

“The angle of the blows, the precision, and the lack of defensive wounds on the body suggest someone smaller and quicker, perhaps more adept at navigating the space without making a sound. Plus, the way the testicles were flattened—it's almost like they knew where to hit to cause maximum pain without alerting others." Mel's voice is professional, but the gravity of what she's saying hangs in the air.

Captain Stone nods. "Good catch, Mel. That's why we need fresh eyes on this. We've got an agent already tracking down leads on the perp, but we need you two to dig into the next door town's recent cold cases."

She pulls out a map of Ravenwood and slaps it onto the desk, pointing to a series of red dots.

"These are the unexplained deaths and brutal castrations over the past decade. We think they're connected and now it’s yours Steel. Armstrong, take notes on everything because this is going to be big. You're dismissed."

With that, Captain Stone stands, indicating the meeting is over. Murphy and Mel exchange a look—part dread, part excitement. They both know the gravity of what they’re about to dive into.

— - —

“So this is a test right? A creative string of pranks for the new rookie? To see if I can…ugh, hey! This thing is heavy, why am I the one carrying it?!”

An hour later, they’re both at the airport with the smell of stale coffee and recycled air filling their nostrils as they navigate the bustling terminal. The air is thick with the tension of a thousand travelers, all eager to reach their destinations.

And Mel was not happy about it one bit.

Murphy can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia—it’s been too long since he’s been on a plane, too long since he’s had a case that didn’t keep him cooped up in the city.

"Look, it's not a prank," Murphy says, his voice gentle as he sets his lighter duffle bag down on the floor. "It's tradition. The rookie always carries the heavy equipment, gets you initiated into the field."

“And the phantom ballbuster case? You’re going to tell me that’s not a part of this stupid tradition? I’m not just an egghead, I know a bad joke when I see one coming. I went to Harvard and there we don’t believe in made up stories about clowns and rumored demons.”

She’d gone through the file to learn that there had been a few more cases similar to Kendrick’s. Small notes but all apparently surrounded around one core reoccurrence:

Busted Balls.

Murphy laughs, “Harvard, That’s funny. Sorry to burst your bubble Armstrong, but Harvard stopped being a big deal since the social network came out.”

Mel’s top two buttons unbuttoned as she struggled with the heavy case she carried, her shirt gaping slightly to reveal a hint of her lacy purple bra. She had a way of wearing clothes that looked both professional and somehow, just a touch too small for her.

The sight of her bare skin made Murphy’s blood rush to his thick soft cock, but he quickly pushed the thought away.

“And uhh—Unfortunately this case is real and we’re stuck with it. It’ll make some sense when we get there I promise.” Looking away he adjusted his slowly growing erection to his right side and away from Mel’s offbeat skipping body.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor, because just as Murphy was about to elaborate on their grim mission, Mel stumbled over a small dip in the floor, her high heels catching the edge. She lets out a small yelp, her arms flailing like a damsel in distress, and before Murphy can react, she’s kneeing him right in his sensitive nuts.

His eyes widen as he hunches over, the air expelled from his lungs in a painful wheeze. “ohhh Mel!”

The suitcase hits the ground with a heavy thud, echoing through the terminal.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Mel exclaims, her hands shooting to her face in horror. Her eyes are wide with shock, and Murphy can see genuine concern in them, even as his balls feel like they're trying to crawl up inside of him.

Smooth Armstrong. First time getting a partner and I’m already busting his balls on the job…

The sound of two airport security girls chuckling at a distance pierces the tension, their laughter bouncing off the gleaming floor tiles. Murphy's cheeks burn redder than a maraschino cherry, and he tries to straighten up, gritting his teeth against the pain.

The girls are in their mid-twenties, one blonde and the other brunette, both with the stern look of authority on their faces, but the smiles playing on their lips give them away.

They're not laughing with them, they're laughing at them—or rather, at Murphy's unfortunate predicament.

"Don't worry, sir," the blonde security guard calls out with a wink. "We've got plenty of spare peanuts on the plane if you need a new pair."

Murphy forces a smile and brushes his hair out of his face as Mel's hand finds the small of his back, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the situation.

"Thanks…I'll keep that in mind." he says, his voice strained and a little cracked.

They collect their things and make their way to the boarding gate, the pain slowly subsiding as they hurry. The airport is a symphony of noises—announcements echoing, the murmur of passengers, the roar of engines in the distance—but all Murphy can hear is the rhythmic throb of his bruised testicles.

The boarding gate is a sea of impatient faces, all waiting to escape the confines of the airport. The digital display flashes the words 'Final Call' in bold red letters. Murphy’s heart skips a beat.

He can't remember the last time he's felt this rushed, this alive. It's more painful compared to the slow, methodical pace of his desk job.

But maybe it’ll be worth it.

"Come on, Steel, move it! We're going to miss our flight!" Mel says, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she practically runs ahead of him, her heels clicking on the floor as she drags the heavy equipment.

Her boobs jiggling underneath her faded 70’s agent look.

Damn she’s hot. his blue, full, balls churned with cum. God please let this go well.

Murphy tries to ignore the pain in his balls and the sting of embarrassment, pushing himself to keep up.

The digital clock above the boarding gate reads 09:45 AM, with the words 'Final Call' flashing next to their flight number.

His pace quickens despite the protest from his aching nether region.

Next stop. Ravenwood…

— - —

Heyyy so with this special story it’s actually a fun little crossover with another series on this subreddit called “Pop Goes A Weasel” written by an amazing author @AskAromatic428

If you love the x-files then you’ll love these two :) give ur thoughts if y’all have any!

On a frosty Christmas morning, the sun peeked through the frosted windows of the Miller household, illuminating the living room with a warm, golden glow. Jason and Mason, fraternal twins with a striking resemblance that stopped just short of identical, stirred from their sleep, wrapped in a cozy blanket fort they had constructed the night before.

The faint aroma of cinnamon and pine hung in the air, remnants of the festive decorations they had put up together just a few days earlier.

Jason, the more athletic of the two, stretched his long limbs, messy brown hair flopping over his forehead. At 6'3", he towered over his twin, his muscular frame a testament to countless hours on the basketball court. He rubbed the sleep from his dark brown eyes, his heart racing at the thought of Christmas morning. As he throws his fuzzy covers off of his body, he’s revealed to be wearing a loose tank top that barely covered his large pink nipples with a pinup drawing of Mrs. Claus seductively holding a plate of cookies, while his underwear which seem to be a size smaller than usual have a drawing of two bells that say “Jingle Bells”.

In the room beside him, Mason was still nestled in the warm embrace of sleep, his long brown hair cascading like a curtain across his freckled face. Though slightly chubby, his semi-muscular build reflected the hours he spent strumming his guitar, crafting melodies that floated through their home. The peaceful sound of his soft breathing was interrupted by Jason’s excitement.

“Mason, wake up!! It’s Christmas!” Jason shouted, a grin spreading across his face.

Mason stirred, blinking up at his brother, momentarily dazed. “What time is it?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Early! Come on!” Jason insisted, banging at the door. “Mom and Mama left a note!”

With a grunt, Mason finally sat up, pulling the covers off of his body, wearing pajamas that didn’t scream holly jolly christmas, maybe something you’d see in a christmas horror film, wearing a baggy t-shirt that has a pretty gory image of a zombie Santa Claus holding a present filled with bloodied guts and organs, while wearing loose boxers that has a candy cane where his flaccid cock is and two red ornaments right where his large testicles are.

“They’re not home?” he asked, half a yawn escaping him as he opened his bedroom door to face his twin brother.

“Yeah, they’re out of town for the week,” Jason replied, flipping over the note.

He read aloud, his voice infused with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

“’Merry Christmas! We hope you enjoy your gifts! Love, Mom and Mama.”

“Did they leave us anything special?” Mason asked finally waking up completely.

“Only one way to find out!” Jason beamed, rushing downstairs, over to the piles of presents.

The sight was a treasure trove of colorful packages, each with their names written in bold, glittery letters. The twins wasted no time diving into the festivities, their laughter ringing through the house as they tore into their gifts. There were video games, clothes, and even a new guitar strap for Mason, which made him beam with delight. Each gift unwrapped brought a new wave of joy, and soon they were surrounded by a chaotic sea of crumpled wrapping paper. But then, nestled behind the smaller presents, they discovered it—a gigantic box that dwarfed everything else in the room. It was wrapped in shimmering rainbow paper with cartoon clowns, adorned with an oversized red bow that seemed to twinkle under the soft light. Both boys froze, staring at the present in awe.

“What is that?” Mason asked, his freckled face lighting up a bit with curiosity.

“I don’t know, but it has our names on it,” Jason replied, a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice.

“Should we open it together?” Mason suggested, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hmm…. I mean we could buttt….” Jason says as he looks at his brother with a smirk.

“But what??” Mason says getting a bit impatient with his brother’s response.

“Buttttt…. SACK TAP!!!” Jason shouts as his strong hand backhands his brothers large dangling sack with a loud—

WHACK

Causing Mason’s eyes to widen in shock from the sudden assault to his poor unprotected balls, as he doubled over in pain letting out a loud groan. Jason laughs at his brother’s nut pain as he approaches the colossal gift. He kneels beside it, with Mason following behind him 15 seconds later rubbing his nuts. Jason gingerly tugged at the ribbon, while Mason peeled back the corners of the wrapping paper. With a collective effort, they unwrapped it, their hearts racing as the sound of tearing paper filled the air.

After unwrapping the giant present, they’re rewarded with what seems to be a gigantic jack-in-the-box with vibrant colors that blended pretty well with all the colorful christmas wrapping they tore apart. Jason tries his to crawl closer to the jack-in-the-box, but Mason grabs his wrist feeling a bit nervous about what’s inside.

“Bro come on let go!!” Jason says as he tries to pull out of his brother’s grip.

“Dude!! We don’t know what’s inside this damn thing!! It could be a bomb!!” Mason says trying to convince his brother not to open it.

“You’re being a bitch! Let me GO!!” Jason says as he finally pulls away from his brother’s grip.

Jason crawls closer to the colorful jack-in-the-box and turns the crank, as “Pop Goes The Weasel” starts playing, Mason couldn’t help but also crawl closer to the jack-in-the-box. The music finally stops and with a few seconds of silence, the top finally pops open as a huge explosion of confetti flies around causing Jason and Mason to stumble back on the ground. As they’re recovering from the sudden explosion, Jason sees a head rising from the jack-in-the-box, as his eyes widen he frantically pokes at Mason who’s still recovering from a piece of confetti getting into his eye.

“BRO!! LOOK!!” Jason says panicking as the figure rises up more and more.

“I can’t fucking see man!! What’s going on?!” Mason says as he tries rubbing the confetti out his eye.

The figure finally stands up and Jason notices that it’s a female elf(?), by looking at her very adorable yet seductive face that was covered in festive makeup, his gaze lowers to her plump glossy lips that were a nice cherry red, as his gaze lowers again to see her giant boobs and noticing a bra that barely covered her areola’s, as she wore a miniskirt that rises up with each movement she made showing her thin green thong. As the figure steps out the jack-in-the-box, Jason sees that she’s wearing thigh high socks that have a tiny candy cane pattern all over it.

“Woahh Mason I think you’ll enjoy this gift” Jason says as his jaw is practically on the floor from seeing this beautiful woman.

The confetti finally finds its way out of Mason’s eye, as he looks to see what his twin brother was nagging him about. He sees the beautiful elf girl with clown makeup and his jaw instantly drops as he feels his cock get a bit erect.

“Oooou~ Twins? And you both are handsome too~…” Luna says as she sashays a bit closer to the still shocked twins.

“Yo.. Do you think Mama got us this??” Mason asks his brother as his cock gets even more erect.

Jason doesn’t respond as he’s practically drooling out of the mouth, without a second thought he immediately stands up and holds his hand out offering a handshake. Mason sees this and immediately does the same, forgetting about his boner in his loose boxers.

“Aww you two are too cute~.. My name is Luna!!” She introduces herself as she shakes both of the twins hands, purposely making her boobs bounce.

“S-So… Did our Mama pay you to…uh..y’know.?” Mason says stuttering still a bit surprised from the sudden gift.

“Oh my~… You boys must be DYINGGGG to let those….delici— I mean… big cocks out of those underwear~..” Luna says in a seductive growl as she gives the twins a playful wink.

Without a second wasted both twins started taking their clothes off, Jason a bit more quick than Mason as he’s been in the gym nonstop, letting his muscles flex a bit, pulling down his tight underwear to show an 8 inch cock with a smooth set of low hanging balls that weren’t the biggest but his cock made up for it. While Mason was more hesitant to get undressed in front of such a beautiful woman, as he reluctantly took off his shirt showing his pecs and more softer belly than his twin brother, before taking off his loose boxers revealing his 6.5 inch cock but revealing the biggest and hairiest balls Luna had ever seen in her entire life, they were practically the size of juicy plums.

“So uh… Do you start right now? Or…” Jason says as his cock starts leaking a bit of precum begging to be sucked.

Luna doesn’t respond as she turns around playfully, and walking back to her jack-in-the-box, and bends over reaching in it purposefully wiggling her large ass, getting Jason’s cock hard as a rock. After a few seconds of rummaging through her jack-in-the-box she finally comes back up with a pretty big nutcracker toy that looked more like a pinup doll. As she walks back over to them, she kneels down and asks the twins for a request.

“Mind holding your juicy cocks up real quick~?” Luna says as a sparkle flashes in her eye.

Without a second wasted both of the twins held their cocks up to their bellies as Luna let out a satisfied moan. After a few seconds of admiring the delicious balls, Luna starts sucking on Jason’s nutsack, as her warm and wet tongue licks around each testicle, making Jason let out loud moans from all the pleasure his most valuable organs are getting. Mason couldn’t help but get a bit jealous as his brother was getting all the attention on his balls, but Luna starts stroking his cock with her free hand, catching Mason a bit off guard but he’s still enjoying it nonetheless, as her soft gloved hand went up and down his shaft, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

After a few minutes of sucking Jason’s balls and stroking Mason’s cock, they both were very close to climaxing, Luna lets out a giggle as she grabs the nutcracker on the ground and holds it just below Mason’s now tightening sack.

“Mmm~ Let me know when boys are gonna pop— I mean… Blow~…” Luna says as she continues to stroke and suck on the twins cocks and balls.

“F-fuck..Jason… I’m gonna cum!” Mason says as his breath starts getting more heavier.

“Me too… Her mouth is so fucking good!!” Jason says as his breathing is similar to his brothers.

Hearing both brothers say they were close to climaxing made Luna’s pussy soak as she was about to ruin their whole morning and maybe their future generations. As she opened the jaws of the nutcracker doll just wide enough where it would fit Mason’s fat balls, and brought it closer to him, letting it graze the bottom of his hairy sack. As both twins let out a loud moan as they feel their cum reading to spurt out their cocks, Luna bites down as hard she can on Jason’s balls, while at the same time she closes the nutcrackers jaws down as tight as it can on Mason’s balls and with a loud sickening—

POP SQUELCH

Both of Jason’s testicles turn right into a mushy substance as his cum which is now a shade of red spurts out of his giant cock, splashing right onto Luna’s breasts while some even lands on her clown nose. As Jason lets out a blood curdling scream feeling the sudden pleasure turn into an unbearable amount of pain. Luna sees Jason spasming from the sudden ball popping and can’t help but let out a loud cackle, as he finally falls down to the ground unconscious but his body still spasming.

His brother is having the same fate as him as he feels the jaws of the nutcracker slam down on his nutsack, there was a loud sickening—

CRUNCH

As the nutcrackers mouth tightened more and more on Masons huge balls, he couldn’t help but let out a choked scream feeling the wooden jaws clamp tighter and tighter around his nut meat. Feeling the excruciating pain in his delicate jewels he shoves Luna away from him, causing her to crash into her jack-in-the-box with a loud thud, and tries prying the jaws off of him, but it’s no use as the more he tries pulling it of, the tighter the jaws clench on his babymakers.

Mason lets out a pained tell as he continues pulling the nutcracker off of his now swollen balls, with a few more painful pulls he manages to free his right testicle as he lets out a pained sigh of relief, but his mini victory is short lived as Luna uses her magic to slam the jaws shut on his remaining testicle that was still trapped into the nutcrackers mouth and with a loud—

CHOMP POP

Mason’s left seed factory flattens and pops under the strong wooden teeth of the nutcracker as he lets out a choked scream, from the devastating and stomach churning pain he felt in his delicate jewel. Mason didn’t know what else to do other than run away, trying to save the remaining testicle he had left. But Luna wasn’t quite done with him yet as she used her magic to trip him up with a loud thud. But Mason didn’t wanna give up just yet as he desperately crawled away trying to reach the front door, but Luna was right behind him skipping and humming as she inched closer and closer to her next victim.

With a flick of her wrist she stopped Mason in his tracks, before flicking her wrist again and slowly making him move back towards her. In a panicked attempt to escape he tried clawing away at the ground but it was no use as her magic was too strong, as he was slowly dragged closer and closer to her, Luna raised her heel up just a bit as his giant hairy testicle was just below her foot.

“Sooo~ Mason… What’s your favorite thing about Christmas?” Luna asks trying to keep her happy tone but is clearly angry.

“S-S-Staying ALIVE!!!” Mason says feeling his heart practically pounding out of his chest.

“Aww… That’s cute… Wanna know my favorite thing about Christmas?” Luna says as her voice gets a bit more demonic.

“W-W-What…? What is your favorite thing…about Christmas…? Mason says as his tears pour down his cheeks.

“I love the…..NUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE!!!” Luna shouts as her pointy heel stomps down on his remaining nut with a sickening—

POP SQUELCH

Mason’s remaining testicle had been popped, as he lets out a loud scream echoing throughout the house, before his eyes cross and roll into the back of his head. To make sure his remaining testicle is actually finished she stomps down again and grinds her foot on it to make sure there was no chance of Mason reproducing ever again.

“Have a Merry Christmas boys~!!” Luna says as she walks back to and jumps inside her jack-in-the-box.

All characters are at least 18.

Tonight would be my first Christmas party at this office, and I was horny out of my mind. My beautiful boss, Carly, who was a former stripper, had set up a Christmas party tradition. When I first heard what it was, I thought it was a joke.

They played a game where each female staff would take turns giving one male staff a one minute long lap dance, and the first one to make him "pop like a champagne bottle" wins a cash prize. Fucken insane I know. Carly would say that it's such a fun way to let off steam and bond. She set the prize this year at $5,000, so everyone seemed competitive but in a friendly kind of way.

Several woman had been priming me up all month. They'd bend over and wiggle their butts at me in their skintight pants. They'd wear shirts with lots of cleavage and jiggle their tits at me. Carly had even briefly wiggled her butt into my crotch a few random times. She'd smirk at me as she knew I then had to go hide my erection.

The office was filled with the sound of stiletto heels clicking as my female colleagues bustled about, preparing for the night's festivities. Each one of them was more stunning than the last.

Thankfully, I somehow happened to be the only male working in the whole office. Last year, the men had to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would be the one to get the lap dances. Each year, the game has a twist, and last year it was that the man was blindfolded. He had to guess who was giving him a lap dance each time, and for each one he got right, Carly would give him $100. They say he got each one right, but disappointed everyone by splooging after only a few lap dances. That was the main thing I was nervous about.

The party kicked off with the usual small talk and mingling, the clinking of glasses filled with eggnog and the sound of Christmas tunes playing in the background. Carly called for everyone's attention. She had a wicked glint in her eye as she announced the twist to the game this year.

"This twist is meant to keep the game from ending too quick like last year. After each lap dance, the lap dancer gets to attack Jon's balls to try to keep someone from winning during the next lap dance."

My mouth formed an 'O' as most of the women cackled, cheered, and turned their head to me. The thought of my colleagues hurting my balls made my stomach drop. I regained my composure and it took all my effort to hide my fury at Carly. I couldn't back down now—not when they seemed so excited, and I couldn't let them label me as a wimp. Plus, I was desperate for those lap dances. I swallowed hard and put on an amused face.

Carly said, "Alright Jon, gonna need you to only be wearing this." She picked up a speedo from a desk, which was red with a white wait band. The crowd giggled at the sight of it. I overcame my reservations by reminding myself that it would make the lap dances feel better.

I crouched behind a desk, stripped down, then put on the speedo. I presented myself to the crowd with a red-faced smile. They went nuts. I even heard some comments about my six-pack and my "huge bulge". I took my seat as everyone crowded around me.

Carly showed me a pair of pink handcuffs. "You're okay with these right? Can't have you losing control and grabbing everyone."

I'd already gone this far. "No problem at all."

"You must know you're about to have the time off your life." She cuffed my hands behind the chair's backrest.

The first name Carly pulled out of a jar was Trina, a young blond who I'd fantasized about many times. We were good work friends. I'd once shared some beers with Trina and her husband after work. What would he think of this?

Trina bent forward, binging her adorable face close to mine. She said, "You ready, bud?"

I eagerly nodded.

She touched her luscious lips against my ear as she said, "Remember, what happens at the office Christmas Party stays at the office Christmas party." She then kissed my ear, which made my cock start to harden. It's shape became even more obvious. The women's eyes were eating it up.

Trina turned around and grabbed her ankles. Her plan must have been to make my balls ache for her body, and it was working. I was mesmerized by her perfect ass and pussy in skintight black pants. No way she was wearing panties. My fully hard cock flexed, causing it to aim straight up. The women reacted to its every movement.

"The clock starts now!" Carly shouted.

Trina sat right on the underside of my cock. Her softness yielded to my hardness. Her ass moved in sync with the music, grinding against me in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Her hands reached back to play with my hair. I ogled her jiggling cleavage.

Sensing the time getting low, her tempo sped up. As her ass went wild on my cock, I felt the pressure in my manhood grow nearly to its limit. My muscles tightened. She looked over her shoulder at me, and her open-mouthed smile just about sent me over. I was so incredibly close, and at that point, I didn't care about lasting. I needed to fucken cum.

Like waking me out of a dream, Carly shouted, "Time's up!"

Trina stood up off my jittering cock. I mumbled, "No, no, please."

With a mix of joy and pity, Trina said, "Sorry Jon, time's up." She then swung her hand between our legs, slapping my overfilled balls.

It was just a slap, but I could not believe the devastating nut pain it caused, like her hand was made of metal. She laughed at my shocked face. Much to the women's amusement, I writhed in the chair and failed to break my cuffs. The lap dance put me in such a trance that I forgot all about the ballbusting that comes after.

Trina said, "Wow Jon, I barely touched your nutties, and you look like you're about to pass out from the pain." The women laughed even harder. I could feel my cheeks burning.

The next name Carly pulled out was Katie, an eighteen-year-old intern who was still in high school. She was dressed as a sexy elf with green stockings up to her knees and a flowy short skirt. I'd lost sleep thinking about her, especially her thick ass for such a slim body. She'd bounce around the office, happily bringing everyone coffee. Even before December, she often found excuses to bend over in front of me.

Katie shouted, "Wahoo!"

Katie playfully kicked off her high heals. She twirled toward me like a skilled ballerina, her skirt lifting up and revealing her green thong. Her perfect ass leaned right by my face and twerked. My cock flexed, desperate for her to sit. The crowd giggled at that, along with my lustful expression.

Carly shouted, "Ready! Set! Go!"

Katie accidentally slammed her ass onto my balls. "Aaaahhhh fuck!" The crowd thought that was hilarious. Despite her softness, it hurt like hell.

A bit embarrassed, Katie looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Whoops, sorry."

She readjusted, nestling my cock between her cheeks. They felt so good I couldn't help but thrust at them. To my horror, this caused my cock to slide through my fly. Her naked cheeks were heaven, riding up and down on my naked cock. She looked over her shoulder at me and seemed ecstatic.

Katie began shouting a word with each gyration, "Now- I- Know- I'll- Win!" I was so close to cumming, and I certainly would've if my balls weren't in such pain.

Carly shouted, "Ten seconds left!"

Katie's cheeks tightened even more around my cock as she shook her whole body. The pressure in my manhood was so intense that I thought cumming was inevitable.

Carly shouted, "Time's up!" as she pulled Katie off me. Katie's tightened cheeks tried to hold on, but they lost their grip just before I could cum.

I whimpered, "No, no," as my need to cum now felt agonizing.

Seeing that my cock was exposed, the crowd just about lost it with laughter and applause.

Katie turned to me and looked at my crotch with frustration. "No guy at school ever lasted more than a minute with me. You must have some really sensitive balls."

Katie lifted her knee to her chest, showing her thong-clad pussy. She then slammed her bare foot onto my balls with a thud. Pain shot through my balls like nothing I'd felt before. Gutteral moans escaped me. Shivers and agony rippled outward from my nuts.

Many women winced and moaned. Some even reflexively grabbed their pussies in sympathy, as if they had any idea what I was feeling. Many others had the most devilish smiles.

Katie began twisting her foot on my balls. It felt like a jack-hammer digging into them. My muscular body writhed, dominated by the little foot of a high school girl. The top half of her foot twisted on my cock, and the pleasure of it seemed to be the only thing that kept me from passing out.

With her foot continuing to grind my balls into the leather seat, She lifted up her skirt. My eyes aimed right at her crotch as she said, "Bet you wish you had this instead now, don't you?"

I scowled at her weakness free pussy with envy. My teeth clenched as I desperately tried to breathe through the agony.

Katie smirked and said, "Good luck cumming after all this."

Using more of her weight, she pressed down into my balls. I felt my swollen nuts flattening as I silently screamed in agony. Her foot went wild into my nuts like a bull in a China shop.

She then finally lifted away her foot. I breathed in rapid gasps as the nut-pain pooled into my torso.

This 18-year-old girl squeezed my cheek and mockingly said, "Aww, poor baby." I felt the humiliation as the crowd laughed hard.

Katie walked off as she high-fived several sadistic women. There was so much nut-pain that it seemed to block out most of my hearing. Carly seemed muted as she called the next name.

It turned out to be Carly herself. "Let me show you all how it's done," the former stripper said. "On a busy night, I'd finish guys in less than half a minute." She swing her hips as she stepped over to me. "Since Katie got to use her thong, I get to use my thong too." She stripped out of her stilettos and pinstripe pants like a pro.

I gasped at the sight of her luscious thighs and big round ass in a plaid thong. She sensually danced, letting her soft butt graze my face. My cock was jittering, begging for her.

Carly crouched with her face achingly close to my manhood. She looked up at me as she said, "You've been a good boy all year. It's time I give you your reward.

Katie shouted, "I started the timer!"

Carly nudged my cock with her face as she stood up, giving me wonderful sparks of pleasure. Carly took a seat as I thrust my cock into her cheeks. It disappeared into their thickness. Those big tanned mounds began to clench around my cock, taking my breath away as if they clenched around my neck. It was a warm, delicious embrace.

She began to sway her ass to the music, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. My upper body leaned back. I began compulsively thrusting deeper and deeper into her. Each time, she quietly whimpered. My nut-pain was mostly blocked out as I made it my mission to keep pounding in as deep as I could. Eventually, I slid past her thong and penetrated.

In that moment, I knew how I'd reclaim some of my dignity and get revenge on Carly. Instead of her winning by making me cum, I'd dominate her with my cock and make her cum.

I started ramming her as hard as I could, making her whimper louder. An intense smile formed on my face. The crowd seemed shocked by this turn of events. I fucked and fucked and her body began to shudder as she breathed in rapid gasps. I knew she was right on the edge. Lost in the moment, I shouted, "Who's the boss now?!"

There were lots of raised eyebrows and women shouting, "Oooohhh!"

Carly took a deep breath into her tightened throat. I knew it would only take one more hard thrust for me to finish her, and she would moan out all the air from her lungs.

Suddenly, she reached between our legs. I felt one of her fingers press into both my balls, devastating me.

It was as if she used my manhood as an off button for my whole body. It made me freeze in place, stopping my cock form delivering the knock-out blow. My victorious smile instantly shifted into a look of shock. I couldn't believe how easy it was for her to take control. It became clearer than ever how pathetic my sex was.

"Oooffff!" I groaned, "My balls."

Her movements stopped and she looked over her shoulder and yelled, "I'm the fucken boss!"

The women triumphantly cheered. Her lap dance grew far wilder, more intense as she gyrated even harder than I had, harder than I ever could. Carly absolutely dominated my cock. I pathetically whimpered as my body flopped about. The women cackled at me so hard that some struggled to stand. Carly brought me right to the brink.

Katie shouted, "Ten seconds left!"

I knew that was more than enough time for Carly to finish me. Even though by making me cum she'd further humiliate and defeat me, I found solace in that I'd finally have release, and the ballbusting would end.

But it seemed that I'd annoyed Carly enough for her to have no mercy. Instead of using her last 10 seconds to make me cum, she lifted her ass off my cock and and began twerking it hard into my face. At the same time, she grabbed my balls and brutally shook them.

"Sorry Jon, I didn't wanna spoil the fun!" The women cheered her, thankful that the game would continue.

My agonized moans muffled into her ass. I begged her to stop.

She squeezed and shook my balls harder as she playfully said, "Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?"

I screamed into her big perfect ass, "Please! Please! Mercy!"

Her grip only tightened as she said, "No idea what you said. You really need to work on your communication skills."

I could feel the shape of my balls yielding to her hand. How could such pain be possible? It consumed me like my whole body was being crushed.

Carly said, "Oh yeah, let's go open the Secret Santa gifts, and then we'll come back to this." She finally released my balls.

They all headed over to the gifts under the tree, all except one.

Our newest staff, a young woman named Sarah, came over to me. She has that girl next door beauty with black hair and blue eyes. I'd had a crush on her for weeks, and I was pretty sure she had a crush on me too. I'd planned on asking her out after this lap-dance game, but I didn't see how I could go through with that now.

Sarah winced at my obviously swelling balls. She was the only one who didn't seem to enjoy any of the ballbusting, and was always so kind to me.

Sarah put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I know you want to prove your manhood and all that, but you really should call this game off.

I groaned, "No, no, I'm fine."

"I figured you'd say that. Well, once it's my turn, I'll do my best to end it."

I mustered up a smile for Sarah, my only ally.

By the time everyone came back to me, the hell within my sack had barely receded. I was determined to cum before my balls were damaged beyond repair. Plus, I just desperately needed release. One by one, Carly kept calling the names.

There was Franny, a chubby MILF. She had the biggest ass in the office, but no coordination, and my freakishly swollen balls were now harder to avoid. Her huge round ass in a leopard print thong wonderfully worked my cock, but it also fucked my nuts. That pillow ass felt like a sledgehammer grinding my pathetic manhood. I moaned from both the pain and pleasure the entire lapdance. Afterwards, she ballbusted me with a half-hearted finger flick, which was still excruciating.

Then there was Nicole, a stunning super model type who was Carly's right hand woman. We turned off some lights for her lap dance as she wore a glow-in-the-dark thong. Nicole had always been such a cunt to me, and I always had to take it. Same thing here. Instead of trying to win, Nicole used her cunt to slam and grind on my balls. Her glowing cunt would occasionally tease my cock, only to then slam and grind on my balls even harder. I just had to take it as she smirked at me and eventually even had an orgasm.

She joyfully shouted, "Wow, mine is so much better than yours!" The women loved that.

Once her time ran up, she mockingly said, "Oops, sorry, I think I missed your dick." She then lifted her cunt right into my face, and then slammed it down into my balls. The crowd hooted and hollered. Meanwhile the agony in my balls made my body shake as primal noises came out of me.

After that was our receptionist, a country girl named Jenna who had the best rack I'd ever seen. She took my cock under her blouse and bra and nestled it between her tits.

She brought her tits together, creating a tight, welcoming cocoon for me. The feel of her smooth skin against my sensitive flesh was already making me start to forget the nut-pain. She began to move them up and down, squeezing gently as she went. The pleasure forced me to moan.

Her rhythm was slow at first. My breath grew ragged. My hips instinctively thrust forward into the warm embrace of her breasts. The friction was incredible, each stroke sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

Her tit pressure tightened just enough to make me gasp. She leaned in, her hot breath fanning over my cock as she said, "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?"

I could feel the muscles in my thighs tensing, my toes curling. Her eyes locked on mine, her adorable face, a picture of pure joyful determination.

She was relentless, her perfect breasts gliding over my shaft with an impressive finesse. I could feel it building, the pressure in my balls growing with every pump through her tits. My cock throbbed as I was so very close.

Carly shouted, "Time's up!"

Visibly annoyed, Jenna stood up, leaving my cock more in need of cumming than ever. She said "Your balls must be too broken to cum."

To my horror, it seemed she was right. It seemed I would never cum, and they would just keep filling my balls with more cum as they kept damaging my poor balls more and more.

Jenna said, "Since you got to fuck my tits," she held up her forefinger, "I get to fuck your balls."

Jenna rammed her finger in between my balls. It felt like she had stabbed them. She then began grinding her finger up and down, fingerfucking my balls. It hurt even more since my overly stretched speedo pressed my balls together. My massively swollen nuts enveloped her finger as it fucked them over and over. Of everything that happened that night, the crowd seemed to laugh the hardest at this.

My extremely stupid male pride kept me from calling the game off. I could only sit there as I whimpered over and over, "My balls- my balls. . ."

So many more women had their turn, with several only a second away from making me cum. Their ballbusts mostly got worse and more creative. My balls had become absolute units of agony, both from abuse and the need to cum. They'd swollen beyond what I thought was possible. Any more and it looked like my speedo would rip.

Eventually, there was only one name left, my crush, my only ally, Sarah. If she didn't make me cum, then they'd put all the names back in the jar and keep going.

Carly said, "Remember, you can take off your pants."

Sarah shyly took off her pants, revealing her tight white panties. I leaned forward at the sight of her, a vision of feminine perfection. The crowd cheered for her, which seemed to give her some confidence.

Sarah stepped over to me with a serene smile. "Let me make you feel better," she said.

Carly shouted, "Three, two, one, go!"

Sarah slid onto my lap with the grace of a cat, pressing her pussy against my cock. I was eye-level with her ample cleavage. She pressed my face into her perky tits and lovingly said, "Kiss and lick them, okay?"

I did just that, and I knew I was in love. The world around us faded into a blur as she began to sway, her body moving in perfect harmony with the pulse of the music. My breath hitched from the pleasure of her pussy dancing on my cock. She whispered sweetly in my ear, "Your dick feels amazing, and it's so big."

I wanted to compliment her back, but all I could moan was, "Oh god." That at least made her giggle.

Sarah leaned back, and I felt the unmistakable sensation of my shaft going deep into her cameltoe. Her legs swung up and the backs of her knees hung on my shoulders. Her thighs pressed together, squeezing my cock in between them. She smothered my cock with her legs and pussy at the same time. Her hands grabbed my knees for leverage.

My breath caught in my throat as she began to move. Her thighs and cameltoe fucked my cock up and down. Her wetness coated my cock, acting as a lubricant. Her movements grew more deliberate, more urgent, as she rode me with an animalistic passion. The sensation was exquisite, an intensity that began to rival my nut-pain. The room was a haze of color and sound, and all that mattered was the connection between us, the raw, primal need for us to cum.

Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I could feel the tension building, the storm approaching, and I knew that when it broke, it would be glorious. Our breath grew ragged, our moans a sweet symphony that only we could hear over the cacophony of the crowd.

Sarah said, "I love you."

I said, "I love you."

Carly shouted, "Ten seconds left!"

With several final powerful thrusts, her pussy and thighs clenched even tighter, and it was too much for either of us to bear. Our eyes locked as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, the intensity of her climax reflected in the dazzling Christmas lights that danced around us. She kept bucking up and down sending shudders through my body.

Ending 1:

I could feel my cum pushing against the edge harder and harder, and then- the dam broke. My euphoric cock shot a massive pleasure-soaked spurt into her panties.

Carly begrudgingly said, "We have a winner."

Sarah, the best person who's ever lived, pulled her panties to the side and took me into her. The room fell away as we rode the peak of our mutual release. We both just kept cumming. Time seemed to stand still, the world outside the bubble of our victory was nothing but a faint echo. Our hearts pounded in unison. It was the only sound that mattered as we reveled and kissed in the explosive love.

Ending 2:

I could feel my cum pushing against the edge harder and harder, and then-

"Sorry Jon," Sarah said, "This is just too much fun."

Her hand reached back and viciously clamped down my balls, preventing my cum from escaping.

My eyes and mouth jolted open in shock as she faced me with an orgasmic smile. Her betrayal stung just as much as my balls. I desperately thrust my cock into her thighs and pussy, and all of a sudden, it seemed like nothing could stop my cumshot.

I moaned "Fuck you! I'm gonna cum!"

Sarah said, "Aww, he thinks he's gonna cum." She began squeezing my balls even harder and cranked them left and right.

As my cock kept thrusting in vain, the mind-shattering nut-pain took away any hope of cumming.

I moaned, and groaned, and whimpered, "It's not fair."

Sarah giggled and said, "Of course it's not fair. You have balls."

The crowd cheered and thanked Sarah for keeping the game going.

Carly shouted, "New rule for round two! We all take another turn, and whoever busts those balls in the funniest way gets the 5,000 dollars!"

Yesterday we went to a Christmas market with friends and had a few drinks. After that I decided to take a shower and my girl was in our bathroom too and brushed her teeth. We have an open shower without a door and we joked around, I made her shirt a little wet and suddenly she started slapping my balls with her open hand and laughed about my reaction because the slaps were quiet hard. I have to mention that my girl is why and normally total into vanilla sex. So my cock was rocking hard and I wanted to know what she was willing to do as well. So I asked her if she wanted to kick my balls with her feet and her knee. She did both and had so much fun seeing my reaction after her slaps and kicks. She asked if I like this and I agreed and said it’s so hot when you are dominant like this. We went to the bedroom and changed our clothes, but nothing more happened because my girl was quiet tired. But she slapped my hard cock a few times (I was still naked, standing in front of her while she was undressing) and asked if I liked pain and I nodded. I couldn’t stop thinking about this because this was one of the hottest experience in my life and I am quiet excited what will happen when we are drunk the next time.

Based on the whole controversy around Lily Phillips wanting to have sex with 1000 guys (and doing a test run with 100), I had the idea of a potential ballbusting spin. Like a fictional BB content creator that makes it big in the porn-mainstream and does something analogous, seeing how many of her fans balls she can break in a day :)

The moon had barely crested the horizon, casting a cold, pale glow over the sleepy town of Ravenwood. A soft hush of snowfall filled the air, muffling the usual sounds of the night. It was a Tuesday in the heart of winter, a night that should have been as quiet as the snowflakes themselves.

Officer Mitch Hood, a man in his early thirties with short blonde hair and piercing green eyes, leaned out of his cruiser window into the frosty night. His breath formed little clouds that danced in the yellowish red lights of the Check’s Chips drive-thru. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the radio's static as he awaited his order.

The neon sign above the fast-food joint flickered erratically, throwing shadows across his tense face. Check’s Chips was the only place in town that stayed open this late, and it was a beacon of warmth and grease in the cold, dark sea of the winter night.

"Come on, Hood," his partner, Officer Lilly Patterson, said with a shivering grunt, her voice carrying the hint of a chilly breeze. "You're letting all the heat out, dick."

Mitch rolled his eyes and took a sip of his cold coffee from earlier that afternoon, his breath fogging up the windshield. "Alright, alright," he grumbled, pulling his head back inside.

Lilly, with her brunette locks tucked under a navy-blue beanie, leaned closer to the dashboard heater. She tugged at the fur collar of her windbreaker, the plush material offering a modest barrier against the icy air seeping into the car.

Her blue eyes were on the clock, counting down the minutes until their shift ended. "It's almost time to head back. These chip fries better be as hot as balls when we open the bag" she said, trying to keep hope from her voice.

“Don’t freeze your tits off. They’re taking their time. Rushed food is the worst.”

His partner scrunched her nose out as she looked at him like he was stupid, “Isn’t that the whole point of it being called Fast Food numb nuts?”

Mitch chuckled, "Well, if you want fast, you're gonna get half-baked and cold food. But if you want good, you gotta wait."

Their banter was abruptly cut short by the squawk of the radio. The urgent voice of the dispatcher pierced through the static, jolting them both straight. "Unit 3, we have a 10-33 at the east side park. Report of a male, mid-twenties, in distress, unable to move. Potential exposure situation. Please respond with haste.”

“Ah shit.” Mitch groaned as Lilly stared daggers into their radio.

“What the fuck does she mean by potential exposure?” she demanded, her voice tight with annoyance.

Mitch keyed the radio back to life, his thumb hovering over the button. “10-4, dispatch. What kind of exposure are we looking at here?”

The crackle of the radio was the only sound in the car for a beat before the dispatcher replied, her voice strained. “It appears the individual is, uh, stuck to a bench in the park. His, uh, jewelry are... frozen in place.”

Lilly snarled under her breath as the window to the fast-food joint opened. The acrid scent of greasy fries and burnt meat filled the car. The busty blonde on the other side handed them their food, the warmth briefly battling the frigid air.

Lilly snatched the bag with a grimace. “Figures. Just when we thought we could grab a bite and warm up.”

Mitch nodded grimly, tossing the food on the back seat. He put the car into gear, the engine protesting with a guttural growl. They peeled out of the parking lot, the tires spinning briefly before finding their grip on the fresh snow.

The dashboard clock read 2:34 AM as they approached the east side park. The headlights of their cruiser cut through the dense veil of darkness, painting the towering trees and frost-covered benches in a stark, eerie light. The silence was deafening, only broken by the crunch of their tires against the packed snow.

They found the park manager, an older woman named Chloe, pacing nervously outside the park's gates. She was a wide hipped grouch with a face that could curdle milk, and she looked as if she hadn’t slept in a week.

The college student with glasses was a young brunette with a nose so red it looked like it could light the way back to the station. She had her arms folded tightly across her chest, her teeth chattering violently as she leaned into her winter coat.

"Officers!" Chloe exclaimed, her voice cutting through the night like a knife. She waved her flashlight at them, the beam dancing wildly across the snow-covered path. "Thank God you're here!"

Mitch and Lilly climbed out of the cruiser, their boots sinking into the fresh powder with a muffled thud. They approached the trembling college student, who was standing a few feet away from Chloe, her eyes wide with shock.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Lilly asked, her voice gentle but firm.

The girl's teeth clattered together as she spoke, "It's... it's Sam. Sam Taylor."

Mitch took the lead, "Okay, Sam, tell us what happened."

"Well," Sam began, her voice shaking, "my boyfriend, Steve, and I were just hanging out in the park. It's our spot, you know?" She looked away, her cheeks flushing red. "But we weren't doing anything, I swear! This crazy lady just…found us sitting on the bench making out a l-little and…"

Lilly raised an eyebrow, "Where is Steve?"

"That hooligan? He's still on the bench," Chloe said, her voice shaking with a mix of disgust and concern. She pointed the beam of her flashlight down the path, illuminating a figure hunched over in the distance.

"Couldn't get him out, not without damaging... well, you’ll see."

Mitch's stomach churned, and not from the anticipation of his probably now cold fast food. He nodded to Chloe and Sam, and the four of them trudged through the snow down the path, the beam of Chloe's flashlight guiding them. His instincts told him that this was going to be a night he'd never forget, and not in a good way.

As they approached the bench, the figure of Steve grew more distinct, a human silhouette against the stark white of the snow. Lilly squinted, "Is that...?"

“Yup. His frozen balls.” Chloe angrily huffed as Mitch's eyes widened in disbelief as they reached the scene.

Steve was indeed stuck, his pants pulled down around his ankles, his bare pale ass shivering and lengthy scrotum frozen to the cold, metal surface. His skin was a ghastly shade of blue, and the bench had a frosty sheen, a testament to the extreme temperature of the metal against his skin.

Lilly couldn't help but wince in sympathy as she took in the sight. The two large orbs of Steve's testicles squirmed and bulged grotesquely, trapped in the icy embrace of the bench. She'd seen some odd cases in her time on the force, but this was a first.

She glanced over at Sam, who looked like she might pass out at any second, her eyes glued to the grim spectacle. “Oh baby, we have help! Don’t worry.”

“Hurry!” Steve’s nose was also just as red as Sam’s and his shaggy blonde hair reminded Mitch of his academy years. “They’re going numb! I can’t feel my balls!!!”

Mitch tried to keep a straight face but failed, his eyes darting to Lilly whose own expression was a mix of amusement and horror. "Alright, let's get you some help," he said, his voice strained.

Lilly crouched down next to Steve, her hand hovering on his shoulder as if to comfort him but she was just getting a better look at his stuck nuts.

"Sam, can you tell us what happened here?"

Sam's teeth chattered so hard they could've cracked as she recounted the events.

"W-we were just s-sitting here, and then Chloe, she c-came out of nowhere with a flashlight. She s-s-screamed and Steve j-just jumped up, and when he tried to get away, h-his... his..." she gestured feebly towards Steve's crotch, her voice trailing off.

Lilly's mind raced, piecing the puzzle together. It was clear now. The poor kid had gotten sweaty, cold, and excited in all the wrong ways. When they were caught in the act, the sudden shock and cold must have caused his loose testicles to stick to the bench.

The thought was both hilarious and horrifying. Ball sweat, of all things, had been the culprit. She bit her lip to keep from smirking, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.

Mitch, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he surveyed the scene. "Well, that's definitely one for the books." he murmured, shaking his head.

Poor guy. He may have nightmares of this for the rest of his life.

Lilly’s eyes were drawn to Steve's exposed cock, which lay thick but limp against his thigh, shivering in the cold. The whole situation was absurd, yet there was something undeniably tragic about the poor kid's predicament. The cold had made his member shrink to a fraction of its usual size, the skin a bluish hue that was alarmingly unnatural.

“Do either of you have any garden tools?” Lilly asked, her voice steady despite the absurdity of the situation. “Maybe we can pry him off without causing too much damage.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up with hope. “Yes, yes, I have a shed with some tools. I’ll grab something!” She took off at a brisk pace, her heavy boots leaving a trail of crunching snow in her wake.

Mitch turned to Sam, his voice queasy but kind, “Look, why don’t you come with me to the car? We can talk there, get you warm, and sort this out without...” he gestured awkwardly towards Steve’s shivering groans, “without this distraction.”

Sam nodded, looking relieved at the prospect of escaping the mortifying situation. She trudged through the snow behind Mitch, her eyes downcast.

Meanwhile, Lilly remained with Steve, her mind racing with the gravity of the situation. "Alright, Steve," she said, her voice calm and steady, "we're gonna get you out of this, but I need you to stay calm, okay? And answer a few questions."

"A-alright," Steve managed through chattering teeth. His eyes were watering from the pain, and his skin was paling by the second.

“Tell me if you can feel this.”

Lilly took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what she had to do. She approached the bench, her eyes focused on the unfortunate appendage frozen to the metal. Carefully, she placed her gloved hand on Steve's waist, feeling the pulse hammering in him. With a gentle but firm grip, she grabbed the neck of his scrotum, her eyes locked onto his. She gave a tentative pull, her muscles tense with anticipation.

The cold metal met her gloved hand with a sticky resistance. Steve's eyes watered even more, and a muffled sound of pain escaped his clenched teeth. The testicles didn't budge, stuck fast to the bench. Lilly tried again, a little harder this time, her heart racing with the urgency of the situation.

"Stop! STOPPP! It feels like you're ripping my nuts off!" Steve howled as Lilly applied more pressure.

Lilly quickly released her grip, her eyes wide. "Alright, okay, we're gonna need to be more careful. Damn your nuts are stuck real good…" she murmured, her mind racing.

Just as she was about to try another approach, Chloe huffed her way back, her cheeks flushed from the exertion. In her hand, she brandished a pair of rusty garden shears, their blades glinting ominously in the flashlight beam.

"Best I could find," she panted, her breath steaming in the frigid air.

Lilly took the shears with a nod of gratitude, feeling their weight in her hand. They were going to have to be careful with these, not just for Steve's sake but for the sake of his future sperm count.

"Alright, Steve, this might pinch a bit.." she warned, gripping the shears firmly.

With a deep breath, she brought the cold metal blades close to his skin, feeling him tense up in anticipation. She gently tried to wiggle one side of the blade beneath his bloated testicles, looking for any give, but they remained stubbornly attached.

Steve's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut in fear. "Don't cut me, please!" he whimpered, his voice shaking.

Chloe, who had been standing off to the side, watching the whole ordeal with a mix of concern and fascination, spoke up. "Why don't you just cut his whole sack off? It'd make it easier to get him loose. Plus it’ll be a life lesson. He may already have hyperthermia in those blue balls.”

Lilly's eyes shot to her in horror. "That's a last resort!" she snapped, her voice tight with anxiety. She knew the potential damage they could cause, and she didn’t want to traumatize the poor kid more than he already was.

Mitch, who had just gotten in the car with Sam in tow, overheard the comment and winced. He knew that was a question that had likely been playing on Sam's mind the whole time.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and watery from the cold. "Is he going to be okay?"

Mitch sighed and turned the heater up full blast, "Yeah, he'll be fine. Just a little... cold. And embarrassed, so don’t worry. My partner is a ballbuster but she doesn’t break every pair she comes across." he said, trying to keep the smirk from his voice.

Sam's eyes grew even wider as she realized the implication of the situation. "But he needs those for our future family!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking. "I love Steve's balls!"

Mitch put the car in park and turned to Sam, his expression serious. "What happened here, Sam? Tell me everything that actually happened."

Sam's cheeks flamed redder than a stop sign at midnight. She stuttered out the words, "We were... we were just sitting on the bench and I…well I gave my f-first blowjob and he said he wanted his nuts washed and…”

Mitch nodded solemnly. “Ah, I see. And that’s when the manager showed up with her flashlight?”

Sam nodded, her teeth chattering. “Y-yes. He panicked and stood up too fast. I didn’t know his big balls could get stuck so easily!” she wailed, her voice cracking with emotion. Tears froze to her eyelashes as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

Back at the bench, Lilly's heart sank as she took in Steve's shaking legs, his bare skin now an alarming shade of deep blue. She knew they didn't have much time. "Hold on, Steve," she said, her voice steady. "We're gonna get you out of this, I promise."

Mitch looked over from the car, his eyes wide as he saw Lilly kneeling next to Steve, the garden shears in her hand. He knew she was good under pressure, but this was pushing it even for her.

"Just be careful, Patty," he called out, using her nickname. "Don’t turn this into a damn castration show, yeah?"

Lilly shot him a glare over her shoulder, but he could see the tension in her shoulders. She knew it was a delicate situation. "I'll do my best," she called back, her voice tight.

Mitch nodded and turned back to Sam, his expression gentle but he saw how angry she looked. “Thats not funny! He’s not a dog getting fixed!”

“Hey, it’s alright, Sam. We’re gonna get him out of this mess without any permanent damage. Trust me, I know it’s not a joke, but we gotta keep it light or we’ll all go crazy. Now, let’s focus on getting Steve some help, okay?” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she nodded, her eyes still wide with fear.

Back at the bench, Lilly's hands were steady as she worked the shears under Steve's first testicle. The cold had made the skin tight and leathery, but with a gentle twist and a bit of brute strength, she felt the ice give way. The testicle popped free with a wet, sickening sound that made her stomach turn. Steve let out a gasp, his eyes flying open, and Lilly couldn’t help but feel a small sense of victory.

“Whoa, that's one!”

Steve however screams as his numb nut hangs coldly in the night air, momentarily free from its icy prison. The sound was like a siren in the quiet night, echoing off the surrounding trees and piercing the calmness of the snowfall. Lilly quickly covered his crotch with her winter hat, not because of modesty but because the sight of his shrivelled, blue-tinged testicle made her stomach twist with nausea.

She had seen some strange things in her time on the Ravenwood PD, but nothing quite like this.

Her brown hair had fallen from its usual tight bun and now cascaded down her shoulders in a messy halo around her face. The snowflakes that had settled on her locks melted into the warmth of her skin, sending a cold trickle down her neck. She took another deep breath and set her jaw, ready to tackle the last one.

"Steve, I need you to stay really still for me, okay?" she instructed, her voice firm but gentle. "This is the last one. We're almost there."

Steve's teeth chattered in response, his eyes squeezed shut. Lilly took a deep breath and positioned the shears beneath the last frozen testicle. The cold metal of the tool felt almost hot against her skin, a contrast to the frigid temperature of the bench beneath her knees. With a silent prayer to the gods of male genitalia, she applied a slow, steady pressure.

The ice crackled and groaned, Steve's breath hissing through his teeth as she worked. His entire body was a canvas of goosebumps, his skin a ghastly palette of white and blue. The third time she tried, she felt the ice give a little more. She could see the fear in his eyes, the pain etched in every line on his face, and she knew she had to be swift.

“Ohhh Oh! My balls, My BALLS!”

Gritting her teeth, Lilly wrapped her gloved hand around Steve's popsicle scrotum, her grip firm but careful. The skin felt like a block of ice in her palm, but she knew she had to be quick. With a swift, decisive motion, she yanked upwards, her arm muscles straining.

The sound of the ice breaking free was a mix of relief and horror, and she could see Steve's eyes widen as the last of his testicles popped off the bench with a wet snap.

"Gotcha," she murmured, her voice tight with the effort. “It’s a freakin Christmas miracle. Your chestnuts are free.”

Note: All characters are 18+. Mentions castration. I guided AI to generate this step by step

In the throbbing heart of the city, a boy named Alex approached the sprawling music festival grounds, his excitement pulsing through every nerve ending. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, the neon lights from the distant Ferris wheel reflecting off his round-framed glasses as he clutched his ticket in a sweaty palm. The bass from the main stage thumped through the air like a giant's heartbeat, setting the rhythm for the throngs of festivalgoers already immersed in the night's revelry.

Alex was a loner, the kind who found refuge in the anonymity of crowded spaces. He'd come to the festival alone, eager to lose himself in the pulsing waves of sound and the sea of humanity. The air had the smell of popcorn, beer, and the faint hint of marijuana as he made his way through the bustling avenues of food stalls and merchandise tents, his sneakers sticking slightly to the spilled soda-soaked grass.

A wild, unruly mosh pit formed in the shadow of the colossal stage, a chaotic dance of flailing limbs and sweat-drenched faces. Alex hovered at the edge, his heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He watched as the crowd surged forward, a tide of bodies propelled by the raw energy of the music. The barricade groaned under the pressure, and he felt a sudden, irrational urge to be part of the chaos, to feel the beat of the music in his very bones.

SUMMARY^(1:) Alex, a solitary teen, arrives at a bustling music festival, feeling the excitement of the night and the distant bass from the main stage. He navigates the crowded pathways, savoring the festival ambiance, and contemplates joining the intense mosh pit, where the music's energy is most palpable.

Before he could think better of it, he found himself caught in the relentless tide. His sneakers scraped against the concrete as the crowd pushed him closer and closer to the unforgiving metal barricade. He tried to dig his feet in, to resist the flow, but it was like trying to swim against a waterfall. The crush grew tighter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the electric tang of adrenaline.

And then, with a sickening crunch, Alex felt his body slam into the fence. His glasses fell from his face, forgotten in the frenzy. The chain links dug into his abdomen, and he realized with a start that his testicles had found their way through the gaps. He cried out in pain, but his voice was lost in the roar of the music and the cacophony of the crowd. The barricade had him in a vice-like grip, his tender flesh trapped in the unforgiving metal lattice.

Panic set in as he tried to free himself, his hands grasping futilely at the fence. The pressure grew unbearable, each breath a struggle. The crowd surged again, and his body was lifted off the ground, his legs kicking wildly. The world around him was a blur of color and noise, a cacophony of pain and fear. He could feel his balls stretching, straining under the weight of the crowd, the fabric of his shorts now the only barrier between his vulnerable flesh and the unforgiving metal.

SUMMARY^(1:) Alex, unable to resist the crowd's force, is pushed into the barricade during a mosh pit incident. His glasses break, and he's trapped with his testicles painfully caught in the fence, unable to be heard over the festival's din.

Through the tumult, a girl's face swam into focus, her eyes gleaming with the same desperation to be closer to the music. She was petite, with a fiery mane of red hair and a glint of mischief in her eyes. Her gaze fell on Alex, and she saw his prime position at the barricade. Determined to claim it for herself, she shoved into him with surprising force. Alex's eyes bulged with horror as he realized she had no idea about his predicament.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stand his ground, but she was insistent. With a look of irritation, she leaned in, her body pressing into his. He could feel the heat of her breath on his neck, the sharpness of her elbows digging into his ribs. She didn't understand that every push brought him closer to the brink of agony, that the barricade had become his torture device. He could see the cords connecting his balls stretching taut, the skin around them turning a sickly shade of white.

The pressure grew to an excruciating crescendo, and Alex felt like his testicles were being slowly torn from his body. His vision blurred with pain, and a high-pitched ringing filled his ears. The girl's face contorted with effort, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She was so close now that he could see the freckles across the bridge of her nose, the determination in her green eyes. And then, just as it felt like his cords were about to snap, she paused.

SUMMARY^(1:) Amidst the chaos, a red-haired girl, driven by her desire to be near the stage, unknowingly exacerbates Alex's pain by pushing him harder against the barricade. Her actions increase the pressure on his trapped testicles, causing him immense distress and fear of injury.

The girl's eyes searched his, and for a moment, he saw something flicker there. Perhaps it was the realization that his resistance was more than just the typical festival jockeying for position. Maybe it was the desperation in his gaze, the silent plea for mercy. Whatever it was, she took a step back, and the pressure eased just enough for Alex to suck in a gasping breath. She looked at him quizzically, then at the barricade, then back at him. She decided to try somewhere else and moved away.

Alex's relief was short-lived. The crowd's momentum had not abated, and his body was still pinned against the fence, his testicles trapped in the unforgiving metal. His eyes darted around, searching for help, but all he saw were faces lost in the music, oblivious to his pain. The band on stage played on, their energetic rhythms driving the crowd into a frenzy.

At the center of it all, the female lead singer, a vision of dark beauty, emerged from the shadows. Her midnight skin gleamed with a hint of sweat, her raven hair streaked with vibrant neon colors that matched her fishnet stockings. She was an Indian goth goddess, her kohl-rimmed eyes piercing through the strobe lights, her crimson lips curled in a snarl as she sang into the microphone. Her fingers danced over the strings of her electric guitar, the sound of which echoed through the festival like the wails of a banshee.

SUMMARY^(1:) The red-haired girl, recognizing Alex's distress, stops pushing against him and moves away, offering a brief respite. However, Alex remains trapped against the barricade as the festival rages on, with the dark beauty of the Indian goth lead singer on stage captivating the audience and contributing to the intense atmosphere.

As if the universe had conspired to add another layer of torment to his ordeal, Alex found her eyes on him. Her gaze was sharp, almost predatory, and as she took in the sight of his trapped genitals, a twisted smile played on her lips. It was a smile that spoke of sadistic amusement, of a person who had seen the darker side of human nature and reveled in it. The crowd roared around her, the music a cacophony of distraction as she leaned into the microphone and whispered, "You like it rough, don't you?"

The singer, whose name was Luna Nightshade, announced to the rapt audience that she had a new song to share, one that spoke to the raw, visceral pain of a breakup that had left her feeling... emasculated. The crowd cheered, not realizing the depth of the metaphor she was about to explore. The song was titled "Nutcracker Nightmare," and it began with a slow, haunting melody that sent a shiver down Alex's spine.

As the intro grew louder, Luna descended the steps of the stage, her platform boots stomping down with purpose before stopping at the barricade. She leaned over, her eyes locking onto Alex's, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "This one's for you," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver of dread through him. The crowd, caught in the thrall of her dark charm, had no clue of the horror she had planned.

SUMMARY^(1:) Luna Nightshade, the enigmatic lead singer, notices Alex's predicament and uses it as inspiration for her new song, "Nutcracker Nightmare." She interacts with him in a taunting manner, hinting at her sadistic enjoyment of his pain and foreshadowing a terrible act during her performance.

SUMMARY^(2:) Alex is caught in a mosh pit and trapped against the barricade at a music festival. His testicles are injured by a red-haired girl's pressure and then noticed by Luna Nightshade, the lead singer, who finds twisted amusement in his pain and incorporates it into her performance.

Reaching through the barricade, she wrapped her slender hand around Alex's right testicle, the chain link pressing into her palm. He gasped as she began to roll it in a gentle, almost hypnotic motion, her gaze never leaving his. The music swelled, the bass thumping in time with his racing heart as she sang the first line of her new song, "Your touch was like a serpent's kiss, but your venom left me cold and broken." Alex felt a strange sense of relief, the pressure of the crowd momentarily forgotten as the coolness of her hand sent waves of unexpected pleasure through his body.

But that illusion shattered as she sang the next line, "You squeezed my heart until it bled, now watch as I crush your soul instead." Her grip tightened, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh as she squeezed with all her might. Alex's eyes rolled back in his head, a scream torn from his lips as his testicle deformed under the force of her hand. The crowd, mistaking his pain for part of the performance, roared with approval, their cheers adding to the chaos in his mind.

The ball grew taut in her grasp, the skin stretching like a balloon filled with water, threatening to burst at any moment. Luna's grip tightened with the line, "Your love was like a vice, so tight, so cruel." Alex's vision swam with stars as the pressure grew, each twist of her hand a new verse in the symphony of agony.

SUMMARY^(1:) Luna Nightshade, the singer, finds Alex in the crowd and takes a sadistic interest in his trapped testicle, wrapping her hand around it and squeezing it in time with the lyrics of her song "Nutcracker Nightmare." The crowd, mistaking his pain for part of the show, cheers her on as she causes him excruciating pain.

With a wrenching motion, she released the tortured orb, only to clamp down again with the next line, "In the end, it's just a bloody mess." The sudden release was almost as painful as the squeeze, leaving Alex's testicle feeling like it was floating in a void before the inevitable crushing weight returned.

Her grip grew more punishing with each line, the lyrics a twisted mantra that mirrored the rhythm of his suffering. "I'll rip the life right out of you," she sang, and with it, she yanked the chain of his trapped testicle, the metal links biting into his skin. The crowd, entranced by the raw power of her performance, had no inkling of the real-life horror unfolding before their eyes.

Alex felt his world shrinking to the confines of Luna's hand, her every movement sending shockwaves of pain through his body. His vision blurred as she squeezed in time with the chorus, "You're just a nutcracker, breaking me in two." The music grew more intense, the lights flashed brighter, and the crowd surged forward, pushing him closer to her, making escape impossible. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind a tornado of pain and panic.

SUMMARY^(1:) Luna's performance becomes increasingly violent as she continues to manipulate Alex's trapped testicle in time with her song, the crowd mistaking his agony for part of the show. Her actions grow more severe, including yanking the chain connected to the fence, making escape impossible and escalating his suffering.

The crowd, now a sea of faces contorted by the throes of the music, swelled around him, their collective energy feeding into Luna's performance. Each squeeze grew more deliberate, more malicious, as if she could feel the crowd's hunger for the macabre. "You're nothing but a memory, a painful reminder," she crooned, her eyes never leaving his as she twisted the trapped organ. The agony was so intense, it was as if she had plucked the strings of his soul and was playing a symphony of suffering.

With a sudden release, she sang, "And now, my dear, you're just a piece of me," and as the music paused for a brief, taunting moment, Alex felt a glimmer of hope that she had finished. But the silence was shattered as she slammed her hand down again, her grip tightening around his left testicle, which was now also ensnared in the barricade. The crowd roared as if on cue, mistaking his scream for one of ecstasy.

The pain was unrelenting, each line of her song a new twist in the knife. "I'll take what's mine, leave you nothing but a shell," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. The crowd, enthralled by the spectacle, pushed and shoved him closer to the stage, the barricade now a prison of pain. He felt his left testicle bulging under the pressure, the skin tight and shiny with fear-induced sweat.

SUMMARY^(1:) Luna escalates her torment to include Alex's left testicle, continuing to manipulate them both in a twisted performance that the crowd interprets as part of the show. The intensity of the pain is matched by the crowd's enthusiasm, trapping him further in his agonizing situation.

The music grew to a crescendo, and with it, Luna's grip tightened. "You're just a toy, a plaything for my wrath," she belted out, her eyes flashing with a wild, feral light. The crowd responded with a deafening roar, the vibrations from their cheers resonating through the metal fence and into his bones. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of the music's ferocity and his own impending doom.

As she sang the final, haunting line, "Beneath the moon's cold gaze, your reign is over," Alex felt his right testicle begin to give way. It grew larger, more swollen than any fruit, the skin taught and shimmering with a sickly sheen. Her eyes gleamed with victory as she watched the horror unfold before her, her fingers poised like a conductor's baton, orchestrating the destruction.

But just as the first testicle reached the brink of rupture, she released it with a dramatic flourish. The crowd, thinking it part of the show, erupted in cheers. Alex could feel her warm fingers roll his tortured ball gently, almost tenderly, between her fingertips. The sensation was a bizarre mix of pain and relief that made him light-headed.

Luna's gaze flickered with something akin to satisfaction as she took stock of her handiwork. She knew she couldn't go through with it—not here, not like this. Her anger at her ex was not Alex's fault. Plus, she enjoyed the power she had over him, the way he writhed under her touch, his eyes wide with a mix of pain and terror. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a long time. She chuckled to herself, the sound lost in the thunderous applause.

The right testicle had gone from rock hard to a pliable mass, and she could feel the difference. It was less firm, less... defiant. Releasing it, she announced the next song with a flourish of her hand, her voice cutting through the cheers like a knife, "Ladies and gentlemen, this next number is for all of you who've ever felt trapped. 'Free Me'!"

The crowd's anticipation grew palpable as the opening chords of "Free Me" began to play. The music was slower, more deliberate, the bass a steady heartbeat that matched the throb of Alex's pulse in his ears. Luna leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a newfound mischief. With the first beat, she threw a punch at Alex's left testicle. It was a swift, precise strike, and Alex felt his body jerk in response. The crowd, still unsuspecting, roared their approval, mistaking his pain for a part of the performance.

The testicle flattened with each punch she delivered, the skin stretching and reforming in time with the music. The pain was a living, pulsing entity, each beat a new wave of agony. "Free me from your chains," she sang, her voice a siren's call, "let me breathe your sweetest pain." With every lyric, she punctuated her words with a hit, her knuckles colliding with his trapped flesh with a sickening sound that made him want to retch.

The left testicle took the brunt of her anger now, the right one still tender from her earlier ministrations. Each punch sent a jolt of pain through Alex's body, making him feel like a marionette dancing on the strings of her rage. He could see the crowd's silhouettes moving in rhythm with the music, their hands in the air, oblivious to the horror happening mere feet away. The neon lights painted her in stark relief, a dark avenger with a taste for the extreme.

"I'm the storm that will break your walls," she sang, her voice a mix of sweetness and venom. Each word was a dagger in his soul, and with each punch, she drove home her message. The left testicle, now the focus of her ire, grew larger with every hit, the skin darkening to an angry shade of purple. The crowd, caught in the frenzy of the moment, didn't notice the grimace on Alex's face or the tears streaming down his cheeks. They were lost in the music, in the spectacle before them, while Alex was wondering if his testicle's walls would break.

Her fist connected with his trapped flesh, the sound echoing through the night air like a drum. The crowd, now chanting the chorus, had no clue that the beating they were urging on was real. The left testicle flattened with each blow, the skin stretching like a balloon filled with too much air. "I'll take your pain and make it mine," she crooned, her eyes locked on his contorted face, feeding off his suffering. The crowd roared their approval, thinking it was all part of the act.

The beat grew heavier, the strobe lights flashing in time with her fist. "Break the chains, let the beast within me out," she screamed into the microphone, her hand moving in a blur of motion. Alex's body jerked with each impact, his knees buckling. The barricade was all that kept him upright, his legs useless beneath him. He could feel his left testicle swelling to the point of rupture, the pressure unbearable. Her knuckles were bruised from the punches, but she showed no sign of stopping.

The crowd, lost in the rhythm of the music, didn't notice the change in his expression, the way his eyes rolled back in his head, the way he was grinding his teeth to keep from screaming. They were too busy jumping in time with the bass drop, too busy singing along to the chorus, "Free me, let me go!"

Alex felt his left testicle flattening with each hit, the pain becoming a white-hot brand seared into his very soul. The music swelled around him, a living creature feeding off his agony. The line she sang was a taunt, a challenge to the universe: "You can't hold me down, I'll break free," and with it, she delivered a final, punishing blow. His body convulsed, his vision going black for a split second, and then, with a wet pop, his left testicle was released from the barricade's grip.

The crowd roared, thinking it was all part of the show, as the music reached a crescendo. The barricade shuddered, the metal links groaning in protest as it held firm. Luna stepped back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the thrill of the performance mingling with the exertion of the dance. She leaned over the barricade, her breath hot on Alex's ear, and whispered, "Looks like you're still got one left."

Alex's eyes snapped open, the imprint of Luna's knuckles stark on his left testicle, a grim reminder of the pain she had inflicted. He could feel the throbbing ache, the tender flesh bruised and swollen. His right testicle, still trapped, felt like it was about to pop.

And then, the music shifted. The band launched into a new song, the opening chords a thunderous call to action. The strobe lights switched to a staccato pattern, flashing in time with the beat. Luna's eyes gleamed as she announced, "This is my final jam for the night, 'Stomp the Stress Away'!" The crowd erupted in cheers, eager for more of the dark energy that fueled her performance.

The first line of the song was a light toe poke from her boot to Alex's right testicle, "Let's get this party started, leave your worries behind!" The crowd surged, a bubbly blonde girl with large breasts leaning over the barricade to get a better view. She giggled, watching in shocked fascination as the testicle bulged against the fence with every beat of the music.

The girl, whose name was Destiny, nudged her friend Becky, who was equally stunned by the scene. "Look, it's like she's playing soccer with that poor guy's balls!" she whispered, a note of mirth in her voice. Becky couldn't help but snicker as they watched the macabre dance unfold.

Luna's kicks grew bolder with the next line, her heel coming down with a thud that resonated through Alex's body, "Dance like nobody's watching, let your troubles fall away!" Destiny's laugh grew louder, her breasts bobbing as she pointed and jeered, "Look at it jiggle! It's like a water balloon at a summer bash!"

The song picked up tempo, Luna spinning around to deliver a donkey kick that connected with a sickening thud, "Stomp the stress away, let the night lead the way!" Destiny's giggles turned into full-blown laughter as she watched the trapped testicle pulse with every blow.

Rapid kicks followed, a flurry of motion that had Alex's body trembling against the fence, "Kick out your fears, let your spirit fly!" The crowd was in a frenzy now, not understanding the real-life pain behind the lyrics. Destiny leaned in closer, her voice rising above the din, "It's gonna pop any second, I bet you a beer!" she shouted to Becky, who couldn't tear her eyes away from the grim spectacle.

A roundhouse kick, executed with the grace of a ballet dancer but the force of a tornado, sent a new spike of agony through Alex. The crowd gasped as the metal links of the barricade groaned in protest, the testicle bulging alarmingly. "Bounce to the rhythm, let the night set you free!" Luna's voice was a siren's call, urging the crowd to match her every move. Destiny's laughter was infectious, the sound of it ringing in Alex's ears as she shouted, "It's like a pinata, just one more hit!"

The crowd surged, the music swelling around them like a living beast demanding sacrifice. A flying kick sent Alex's body jolting upwards, his testicle smacking painfully against the barricade. The bubbly blonde leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, "C'mon, pop that cherry!" she whispered, her giggles mixing with the cheers of the crowd. Becky looked horrified but fascinated, her eyes wide as she watched the brutal dance unfold before her.

The beat grew faster, Luna's legs a blur of motion as she sang, "Let the music be your guide, leave your worries far behind." Her kicks grew more varied: a swift punt, a sharp knee to the side, a punt with the side of her boot that had Alex's trapped testicle bobbing and weaving like a boxer dodging punches. Destiny leaned over the barricade, her breasts threatening to spill out of her tight tank top, "I bet you didn't think you'd be part of the show!" she chuckled, nudging Becky.

The final chorus approached, Luna's voice reaching a fever pitch as she sang, "Stomp the stress away, let the night lead the way!" She paused for dramatic effect, the crowd holding their breath. With the last line, she delivered a powerful dropkick, the force of it reverberating through the fence. Alex felt his right testicle deform under the impact, the pain so intense it was almost beautiful. The crowd exploded in applause, thinking it was the grand finale of the performance.

Destiny's eyes shone with excitement, "One more, come on, one more!" she shouted. But Luna stepped back, her boot hovering in the air, a question in her eyes. Alex's body was a tapestry of pain, his right testicle a swollen mess. He could feel the barricade cutting into his skin, the metal links digging into his flesh. He managed a weak nod, the crowd's cheers a distant echo in his mind.

With a smirk, she delivered the final blow, a punt that had Alex's body convulsing. The crowd lost their minds, jumping and screaming, mistaking his agony for the ultimate expression of fan devotion. Destiny leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, "It's not over until it pops, right?" she giggled, her words a twisted whisper in the chaos.

As the final notes of the song faded, she reached over the barricade, her hand wrapping around his bruised and swollen testicle. Alex's eyes grew wide with terror, his teeth gritted against the pain. He could feel the pressure building, the skin stretched to its limits. The crowd had no clue that this wasn't part of the act. To them, it was just another wild festival moment.

Destiny's grip was firm, her thumb and forefinger squeezing the testicle like a sadistic game of 'hot potato'. "It's like a balloon animal," she giggled, rolling the abused flesh in her hand. Alex's vision swam, his knees threatening to give way, but the barricade held him upright, a silent sentinel to his suffering. She was so close to popping it, her nails digging into his skin, her laughter the sweetest sound of torment.

Her grip tightened, the pressure building until Alex was sure that this was the end. His left testicle felt like it was being crushed in a vice, the pain so intense it was almost a separate entity. But just as the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch, she released her hold with a dramatic flourish. "Almost had you there, buddy," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The crowd, still caught up in the moment, had no idea of the real horror they had just witnessed. Destiny turned to Becky, her grin wide and wicked. "It's like playing with a water balloon," she exclaimed, "But it's so much more fun when it's attached to a live person!" Becky looked at her friend, a mix of shock and admiration in her eyes.

Luna took a dramatic bow, the stage lights casting a heavenly glow around her. She strutted back over to Alex, her booted foot landing firmly on his right testicle. "Thank you all for a magical night," she purred into the microphone, her weight pressing down on him like a hot iron. The crowd cheered, oblivious to the pain she was causing. Alex's eyes watered, his teeth clenched, but he remained silent, trapped between the barricade and her sadistic amusement.

Her speech grew more elaborate, each line a twisted play on the tragedy happening before the audience's eyes. "You've all been amazing," she said, her heel rolling slightly to the left, sending a fresh wave of pain through his body. The crowd roared, their cheers mixing with Destiny and Becky's laughter. "Your energy has been... intense," she added, her eyes gleaming down at him.

Alex felt the fence biting into his back, the pressure on his testicle unbearable. Luna leaned in closer, her lips curled in a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Remember, when life gives you lemons," she whispered, her heel pressing down harder, "squeeze them until you get all the juice." Destiny and Becky cackled, understanding the dark humor of her words.

As Luna continued her speech, her boot never left Alex's testicle, a silent declaration of her power. "Your love has been... overwhelming," she said, her weight shifting slightly, the pressure increasing until Alex thought he would pass out. But then, with a final, "Thank you, and goodnight," she leaned back, putting all her weight on her heel.

The crowd went wild, thinking they were in on some grand finale, while Alex felt the metal give way, the barricade's cruel grip releasing his testicle. He slumped forward, gasping for air, his legs buckling under him. The testicle slipped through the gap in the fence, leaving him in a crumpled heap, his face a mask of agony and relief.

Luna stepped away, the crowd still cheering, their eyes glued to the stage. She shot Destiny a knowing wink, the two sharing a secret, twisted moment of camaraderie. The bubbly blonde's laughter was like a siren's call, a sound that would haunt Alex's nightmares for weeks to come.

Destiny leaned over the barricade, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic glee, "Looks like you're one step closer to being a uni-ball, buddy!" Becky couldn't help but snicker, the absurdity of the situation breaking through the horror. "Yeah," she chimed in, "maybe you'll start a new trend, 'The One-Ball Wonder'!" Their laughter was infectious, a stark contrast to the throbbing pain in Alex's groin.

"I bet it's like a deflated beach ball now," Destiny said, her voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. Becky leaned in closer, her eyes wide with morbid fascination. "Or a squished grape," she offered, giggling into her hand. They were lost in their own little world of twisted humor, while Alex was trapped in a hellish symphony of agony and embarrassment.

Destiny's gaze grew thoughtful. "You know," she began, her voice suddenly serious, "I'm actually a doctor. I could take a look if you want." Alex looked up at her, his vision swimming with pain. "What? Really?" he croaked. Becky's eyes went wide, her laughter dying in her throat.

"Yeah," Destiny said with a nod, her voice still carrying the same sweetness that had been laced with cruelty only moments ago. "A doctor of... hm, let's just say, I know a thing or two about... anatomy." She winked at Becky, who stifled another giggle.

"Come on," Becky said, hooking her arm around his waist, "Let's get you out of here." They helped him to his feet, and with the music still pounding around them, they made their way through the crowd. Each step sent a fresh wave of agony through Alex's body, his testicles feeling like tender, bruised fruits.

As they walked to a secluded corner of the festival, Becky leans over to Destiny and sadistically whispers "Are you going to tell him you aren't a real doctor and have a Ph.D. in english?"

Destiny laughs and whispers back, "Why would I? Let him believe it's part of the show. Besides, it's not like he's in any condition to argue." The two exchange a knowing grin, the cruel sparkle in their eyes hinting at the fun they're about to have with the unsuspecting Alex. His world is spinning from the pain and confusion, but he's relieved to be out of the spotlight.

 “Can’t we go any faster?” 

“No ma’am,” the Valet answered. “This is as fast as this thing can go.”

“The vehicle isn’t the problem,” Minnie said, unruffling her lavender dress as she moved to the other end of the elegant horse carriage. “It is the useless beast pulling us.”

“I’m running as fast as I can ma’am,” the Valet panted. 

“I don’t think that’s true.” Minnie replied. His knees were wobbly with strain. Every move was a struggle. Even the roller-skates Minnie had given him did little to help him pull the carriage fast enough for the owner of Gelding Stables. “Apple would be there by now.”

“Apple is a horse,” the Valet complained.

“And if you hadn’t let the almost-weds run off with her, you wouldn’t have to fill the her superior shoes.” She walked up to the reins, which were on autopilot.

Sweat soaked the Valet’s silver blonde hair. “I’m worth more than a horse, ma’am.”

“Well I pay more to take care of her than I do you. She’s certainly more intelligent than you.”

“I’m smarter than a horse.”

“Apple was smart enough not to be born with balls,” Minnie tugged the reins, pulling on what tied to the other end: the Valet’s testicles.

Valet yelled, collapsing to the ground, crying into the dirt. “I can’t do it, ma’am. My balls are killing me. I can’t pull us all the way to South Webs.”

“You can and you will, sweetie. That is what I expect from my servants.”

“Why can’t I drive us there? You have three cars.”

“I’m an old fashioned gal,” Minnie shrugged.

“I can’t go on.”

“Has anyone told you what I do to boys who can’t follow orders?”

“They disappear. Nobody has said anymore. I didn’t ask.”

“Smart boys. Better to stay quiet than say too much. But I’m curious what you think I do?”

The question lingered in the air until Valet pulled himself to his feet. “I’ll bring us to South Webs ma’am.” He forced himself forward, tugging his own balls against Minnie’s reins in the process. Once he got moving, the rollerskates helped him forward, the ache in his nuts became dull but persistent. “Please don’t castrate me.”

“Oh not you, honey,” Minnie pouted. “I’d never castrate you. In fact, when we get to South Webs, I will release you from your servitude.”

“You mean-?”

“Yep,” Minnie interrupted. “Bring me to the Webs, and you’ll be a free man.”

“Thank you ma’am,” the Valet teared up, “how can I ever repay you? YELP,” he shrieked at the feeling of a whip on his left nut. 

“Thank me by getting me there by sundown.”

“Yes ma’am,” the Valet forced himself forward, coughing as Minnie tugged at his balls. Every stride hurt. That whip left his left nut throbbing, and constant tugging and jostling as Minnie steered added to his hardships. 

But he kept moving forward, awaiting the moment he was free from Minnie’s grasp. Free from servitude. From being whipped in the balls, wearing this humiliating pink outfit that made all the women want to pick on him, and eating her pussy as she pinched his balls.

Minnie put a hand under her dress. “Down south,” she shook in anticipation. “Where I’ll finally get to greet the lovebirds,” Minnie took out her phone, and looked at a picture of Angie and Colin at their wedding, taken at the exact moment Angie struck Colin’s plums for their wedding kick.

***

“How does this one look?” Angie asked. She stepped out of the dressing room wearing a green top that showed off her abs, and tight dark green pants that clung to her butt.

“Damn girl,” Cleets said. “those look great.”

“I still prefer the red dress. It makes you look fierce,” Heels answered. She was wearing a red top herself. One that covered her entire stomach, but left much cleavage exposed beneath her shoulder length brown hair. She also wore tan pants, and red heels that matched both her top and her nickname. Her redheaded friend friend, Cleets, was wearing a similar pink top, and a pink skirt that stopped at her knees.

“Oh I’m getting the red dress,” Angie replied, heading back to the changing room. “But I wore red yesterday, I want to mix it up for a bit.”

“If you really want to change it up, you should let me dye your hair blonde,” Cleets said.

“For the last time, no. I’m a married woman now. I’m well past dying my hair.” She hung the green top over the door of the changing room.

“You’re a fugitive now,” Cleets reminded her. “Dying your hair could help you lay low.”

“Also, you’re not technically married. Not until you two… you know.” Heels said. “And is that even what you really want? Ow!” Heels seethed as Cleets flicked her in the nipple. 

“You’re being rude,” Cleets responded. “She’ll talk about it when she’s ready. She’s clearly still mad at . You heard him screaming last night. Yow!” Cleets recoiled as Heels flicked her nipple right back. 

“Now you’re being rude.” Heels stuck out her tongue.

“What I want,” Angie said silencing them both without raising her voice, “is to look so good that people are afraid to look me in the eye.” She stepped out of the changing room in yellow heels and a short yellow tennis skirt with ruffles that twirled as she moved. The yellow top she wore clung to her chest, but it really highlighted her back, as it left a large portion of it exposed. “Well?”

“Girl, ain’t nobody gonna be looking at your eyes.” Heels commented.

“It looks great,” Cleets admitted. “And it does draw attention away from your face.”

“Thanks girls, but there’s one opinion I care about most. What do you think, dear?” Angie asked, with some bite in her tone.

Cleets and Heels turned to the naked man facing the wall. “Can I look now?” Colin asked, not turning his head. Cleets and Heels both giggled, but Angie remained unamused.

“Yes, baby,” Angie said in a mocking tone. “But only at me.” Colin turned around and looked at Angie, who was showing off her new outfit. “So,” she walked up to him so his back was against the wall. “What do you think?”

Just the sight of Angie’s smiling face made his tongue dry, but looking down at her boobs and the way the skirt hugged her butt turned him on almost instantly. “You look great honey.”

“You’re not just saying that?” Angie asked.

“No, I mean it. You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole store. I mean in the whole Fempire.” He stammered.

“Good boy,” Angie said, “but you’d be saying that about me anyway…. If you know whats best for you. What about the outfit itself?”

“Oh it’s stunning. Perfect for a goddess like yourself.”

“You don’t think the skirt is too low?” She asked.

“No. You picked it, it’s perfect for you. Your ass looks perfect in that skirt.”

“Then why are you trying to lift it?” Angie giggled.

“Lift it?“

“Oh my god he has a boner!” Heels yelled. Colin looked down and saw that he had indeed gotten an erection, and it was brushing against the bottom of Angie’s skirt, lifting it up.

“I’m sorry,” Colin said, pulling his dick down. “It was an accident I swear.”

“Oooh, you’re gonna get it now,” Cleets said, swaying her feet as she sat on the shoe bench.

“There, there, baby,” Angie said in a nurturing tone. “It’s alright.” She hugged him, pushing her tits into his face. “You only got hard because you were looking at me, didn’t you?”

“Yes. I swear.”

“There you go. You’re just attracted to me. And of course I’m not gonna punish you for that. That’s what I want.” She reached and and gently stroked Colin’s penis. It felt amazing to feel her loving touch again. 

Last night, Colin was almost castrated by Hornyt, a member of the Yellow Jacket police force of the Fempire. She offered him one last blowjob before castrating him, and in his desperation he agreed to it. Fortunately, he and Angie were able to escape. Unfortunately, it left Angie feeling jealous and betrayed. But after hours of intimate and vulnerable conversation (meaning Angie got intimately angry on Colin’s vulnerable balls), they came to an understanding.

“I’ve got one more outfit I want to try on. You’ll just love it.”

“So you’re not getting the yellow one?” Colin asked, looking at the price tag.

“Oh no, we still are. Did you see my back in that thing?”

Colin gushed as Angie stepped back into the changing room.

“You’re buying me a whole bunch of new outfits today, right?”

“Yes, baby” Colin frowned.

“Worried about the price tag?” Heels asked.

“He better not be,” Cleets answered for him, before turning to Colin. “You should be thankful that Angie is giving you another chance after you tried to hook up with that Yellow Jacket.”

“That’s not what happened,” Colin pushed back.

“Angie, Colin says he didn’t do anything wrong,” Cleets said loudly.

“That’s not what I-“

“What! Kick him!” Angie demanded.

Cleets rocketed her shoe into his nuts. He melted to his knees in front of the two girls. “Fucking spikes,” he cried. “Goddess I wish we had gotten married before Hornyt showed up so none of this would have happened.”

“Now he’s saying you should’ve let him cum right away at your wedding instead of taking any time to focus on your own pleasure,” Heels added

“Kick him again,” Angie said.

“I’ll do more than that,” Heels gleefully stomped her pointy heel in between Colin’s legs. She pushed hard on his balls, pinning them to the floor. “Bad boys need to respect their women.”

Colin hung his head in defeat. “I just wanted to be married.”

Cleets whispered something into Heels’s ear. Heels held her own mouth to keep from laughing before nodding. Colin was in too much pain to even notice. “That’s enough, Heels,” Cleets said as she brushed her friends foot off Colin’s crotch, though Heels was sure to twist on his right nut before she removed her foot completely, making Colin cough. Cleets helped Colin to his feet and offered him a hug, which he needed now more than ever.  

Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her. The warmth felt good, not just in a sexual way, but also in an emotional way: it felt like ages since anyone held him in such a caring way, and Angie didn’t seem ready to do it any time soon either. “Angie thinks I’m a pig.”

“There, there,” Cleets said, as he cried on her shoulder “let it all out.” While he was crying, he didn’t notice Cleets move his head in between her boobs. It didn’t matter to him, he just kept crying all over Cleet’s tits. Cleets didn’t mind, she just held his head between her boobs and cooed softly, which did calm him down some.

At this moment that Angie opened the door. “Tada!” She said, as she leaned against the wall and did a little kick. She was wearing a sparkly bright blue summer dress that flowed nicely in the bottom skirt, but hugged her tits tight at the top. She wore matching blue pumps. But when nobody was paid attention to her, she looked up. “COLIN WHAT THE HELL?”

Colin noticed Angie for the first time. He lifted his head up, realizing his position, but before he could explain, Cleets fired her knee into his balls, and his head collapsed right back into her cleavage. Cleets let go, so Colin slid down her body, unintentionally motor boating Cleets all the way to the floor. He even managed to catch a tooth on her top button and pull it off, giving Cleets an even deeper valley of titmeat. Cleets didn’t mind, but acted insulted all the same.

“Oh my goddess, you came just in time,” Cleets said. “I was just trying to be nice to him because he was crying like a little boy, and then he dove headfirst into my tits, saying that it didn’t matter since you think he’s a pig anyway.”

“That’s not what happened,” Colin jumped up. He fought the pain clustering in his stomach because he knew he only had to explain the truth to Angie before she was overcome with rage. “Cleets is twisting my words babe. She’s twisting my-“ Angie latched her fingers around Colin’s balls, and this time she did clamp down. Hard. 

“I’ll twist your balls, see what you like more.”

Colin’s words turned to gravel in his mouth. Last night, Colin had never seen Angie so upset with him. Her eyes and her cheeks were red from tears. There were no tears in Angie’s eyes now: only fury.

“Well this has been fun,” Cleets said, wiping Colin’s saliva off her boobs, “but we should go.”

Angie turned to them, her eyes melting as she looked at her new friends. “Leaving so soon?” She asked, her grip on Colin’s balls never weakening. “Come with us. It would nice to have some company. Clearly one set of eyes isn’t enough to keep him in line,” Angie said. Colin’s eyes bulged as Angie’s grip tightened slightly.

“Sounds fun,” Heels giggled, “but we should split up, it’s the best way to keep the cops off our trail. We just learned about this in class… feels weird using it as a criminal but it’s still useful”

“I guess that makes sense,” Angie sighed. “Thank you both for everything. We never would’ve escaped Hornyt without you. I wish there was something we could do to make it up for you. Tell you what, you girls can buy anything you’d like before you leave. My treat.”

Colin’s eyes bulged wider. “Angie, we don’t have that much-“

“Well… Colin’s treat,” Angie laughed, applying more pressure to shut Colin up. He collapsed into Angie’s boobs. The blue dress left his face quite the opening.

“Really Colin?” Heels twinkled.

Colin lifted his head and, with a little help from Angie’s pinching fingers on his left nut said “GET WHATEVER YOU WANT!.”

“Aw thanks Colin,” Cleets hugged Colin, forcing his face into her rack again. “I have an idea I’m just itching to try.”

Cleets walked away. Colin caught Angie’s eye and noticed an annoyed look on her face, as she kept his balls pulled tight at the bottom of his sack and exposed outside of her fist. Before either of them could say anything, Heels chipperly said “thanks guys,” as she fired two flicks into Colin’s balls (one to each nut). Colin gasped, and Heels skipped away, an impressive feat in high heels.

That left Colin in the loving hands of his fiancé. “You look beautiful honey.”

“Aw thanks sweetie,” Angie blushes and does a little twirl in her blue dress, never letting go of Colin’s nuts. “I’m gonna wear this one out, but I can’t wait til you see the others I got.”

“Others?”

“Of course, I’ve got to step up my game, since you’ll look at any girl who offers to blow you. This is the least you can do to apologize. Besides, when was the last time you spent a lot of money on me?”

“Our wedding,” Colin gulped before Angie tugged him down. He should’ve known better than to bring that up. “It’s not about the money, Angie,” although it is a lot, he thought to himself. “Its just, well, should we really be making big purchases on our cards right now? With you know who after us?”

“Well, figure it out. I’m tired of the crying baby Colin who lets Hornyt blow him. Bring back the Colin from Giblets who was able to steal Aubrey’s keys. He wouldn’t have buried his face in Cleet’s cleavage.”

“Is that what you’re on about?” Colin sucked in air as Angie twisted his balls around each other. Those damn stinger cadets taught her about controlled torsion. “I wasn’t looking. She kneed me into them. I’m in love with you, not her.”

“Men don’t have to be in love to go after women, it’s one of the many reasons you had to be overthrown.”

“I’m not going after her, Angie.”

“Or Hornyt?” She dug her fingernails into righty.

“NO HORNYT. I HOPE I NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. PLEASE STOP WITH THE NAILS!”

“If you really love me Colin, then devote yourself to me. FULLY!” She yanked on his nuts. “You are mine, and I am the only woman for you. Understand? If I so much as see your penis twitch in front of another woman-“

“Are you two finding everything ok?” Asked a chipper blonde voice.

Angie and Colin turned and saw a young retail worker dressed in a pink and white dress. Her blonde hair was tied behind her head in a loose bun with pink ribbons that matched the lace of her white stockings. She kept her eyes firmly on the faces of the couple. “Don’t worry, we’ve found every thing we need.” Colin said, not wanting to draw attention to his current predicament.

“Oh come now,” the woman chuckled, taking a long look at his naked body. “Surely even a good looking man like you could use some modesty. Less is more dear.”

Colin felt a single pump of warm blood sink into his penis, and he prayed Angie didn't notice. He suddenly felt very naked. Sure, he’d been naked for some time now, but he had grown somewhat numb to it by the they arrived at the Stinger Academy. Now, in front of this young blonde girl crouching so he could see right down her dress to a mound of cleavage, and in front of Angie who was eyeing him for any sign of lust, he felt even more naked than he felt in front of the entire congregation at the Temple.

“Actually, I could use some new clothes.”

“I don’t know if you deserve new clothes,” Angie said, eyeing him carefully.

“I’m only for you right? Shouldn’t seeing me naked be a privilege only given to my wife?” Colin pleaded.

“Privilege?” Angie laughed. “I don’t care if other girls see your peepee. You’re the only one whose embarrassed by it, so I’m happy to keep your little fella in the spotlight where he can shrivel in fear. Besides, I gotta keep my eyes on him so he doesn’t get too excited by the employees of the month over here,” Angie nudged the stewardess’s boobs with her elbow, causing them to jiggle. “You like looking at that you horny fuck?” Angie squeezed Colin tight.

“So you’re looking for an outfit that covers him some, but still displays his package so you can see if he has an erection? Is that right?”

Colin and Angie made surprised eye contact with each other before Angie said “yes.”

“I have just the thing,” the retail woman said, “follow me.” 

The blonde woman walked towards the front of the store. Before Colin could object, Angie followed the woman, taking Colin with her whether he wanted to go or not. Colin felt his penis shrivel as they walked around the store and tons of beautiful women in very fashionable outfits laughed. Still, he supposed it was better that the attention make him shrivel, Angie would be furious if he got hard.

“My name’s Jessica, by the way,” the blonde said as she walked past the front door. She took them back towards the changing rooms and into a room marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY.” Colin realized she had just made them go around in a circle to parade him around the store.

Jessica brought them to a store room with several boxes shelves. She rummaged through one of them before saying “ah-hah,” and pulling out a white button down shirt. “This will look great on you.” Jessica went to put the shirt on Colin, but as she touched his shoulders he let out a sharp yelp.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Asked Angie

Jessica realized Angie’s nails were digging into Colin’s balls. “I’m just putting the shirt on him.”

“He can do that himself,” Angie said.

“Of course, ma’am,” Jessica held out the shirt for Colin. “Here you are.”

“Well Colin?” Angie said, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Angie… my balls.”

Angie loosened her grip but didn't let go. The sharp pain became a familiar dull ache, and Colin regained enough composure to put on the shirt.

“See? He looks great,” Jessica beamed.

Angie looked Colin up and down. The shirt did look good on him. Jessica managed to guess Colin’s measurements perfectly. It outlined his chest well so it looked broad. It made his waist look slim but hid his lack of abs. It gave his shoulders a nice triangular shape. It was cut so that it didn’t need to be tucked into his pants… if he were wearing pants.

“Colin. You look… good.” Angie said, surprised to feel so attracted to Colin despite her rage.

“Thanks,” Colin said, savoring this moment of sweetness. Angie unconsciously grazed the underside of his shaft with her thumb. It felt great, but it also reminded Colin that he was naked from the waist down. “D-do you have any pants?” He asked Jessica.

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” Jessica skipped off to a box full of men’s pants. She gave the couple a great look at her butt as she bent over the box. She returned with a long pair of blue jeans. “These pants will make his butt look great, and it will let you see if he gets an erection… although you don’t need special pants for that right now,” Jessica giggled.

“What are you- COLIN,” Angie gasped as she saw that she had given Colin a huge erection. “Colin, were you staring at that woman’s ass?”

“NO! I SWEAR!”

“I should probably mention that these pants are so tight that you wont be able to get them on if you already have a boner,” Jessica explained.

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Angie said through gritted teeth. “We’ll get rid of it right now.” She repositioned her hand so her fingers were firmly holding his balls low in the bottom of his sack.

“Just wait a second and it’ll go down on it’s own,” Colin pleaded, planting his eyes firmly on Angie rather than the blonde worker who pushed her cleavage up as she held out the jeans.

Angie rolled her eyes, and then her fist. “I’m getting rid of it now.”

“AngiEEE!”

Angie twisted her wrist back and forth. Alternating pressure from his left nut to his right nut. Her thumb left an imprint each time she twisted it away from one ball into the other. At first not much changed in Colin’s year-denied erection, but slowly it lilted down as the pain ate away at his boner. Colin tried to think of unsexy thoughts so his torment would and faster, but when he did that he felt a hand cup his chin and point his face down.

“Look at me Colin. You look me in the eye.” Colin looked at the beautiful woman scowling up to him. “These are my cock and balls, Colin. Understand? I decide what happens to them. Not you. You only get hard for me. Get that through your thick cock head or I will take it away from you. Why isn’t your dick going down? I’m squeezing as hard as I can!”

“LET ME LOOK AWAY FROM YOU!” Colin yelled.

Angie somehow managed to squeeze Colin’s left nut harder. Colin forced himself to stay standing, but couldn’t keep from screaming. “What do you mean you don’t want to look at me? You’re supposed to love me!”

“Because we ARE trying to get RID of my erection. And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” Angie froze. Her grip didn’t change, she just stood there with no expression on her face. So he kept talking. “Your eyes, your hair, your lips. How am I supposed to soften up looking at them. And from this angle, I can even see right down the top of that outrageous new outfit.”

“Oh Colin,” Angie’s fingers slowly peeled off his balls. “You really do love me.” 

She melted into his arms. He forget about the pain and just enjoyed the pleasure of the moment. The smell of her hair. The closeness he felt as his entire body was rubbed against hers… his entire body. Colin’s genitals were lined up perfectly with Angie’s, and Angie couldn’t help but make a small sound as she felt his penis brush against her new skirt, making him even harder. It was a wonderful moment for Colin. And then it was gone.

WHAM!

Jessica slammed her foot between both of their legs. All it did to Angie was make her feel Colin’s penis jump under her for a moment. In fact, feeling his penis fly up against her panties (which were already wet) gave her a tremor of pleasure. But for Colin the sensation was anything but pleasant. The kick was dead on, sending the pointy tip of Jessica’s heel directly into the sensitive bottom of Colin’s right nut. Her foot had launched in a neat arc so she sent righty on a collision course with his pelvic bone. Jessica had even managed to graze the left nut leaving it feeling quite sore too. But that was only a bonus of Jessica’s kick. Her goal was to trigger a total shut down of his reproductive area. And judging by the wail coming out of Colin’s mouth, Jessica knew she succeeded. She sent a shockwave of pure pain into his entire midsection. As he crumpled to the ground his erection crumpled with him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Angie said to Jessica.

“I’m sorry, miss, but the way you were holding him, we’d never get his cock down. And I do have other customers. Don’t touch them,” Jessica said to Colin. “It’ll only make you go down slower.” By the time Colin felt ready to stand up again, his erection was gone.

“Let me help you into your pants,” Angie offered, hoping to get at her man before Jessica.

“It’s ok. I can do it myself,” Colin insisted. He didn't want to risk another erection right now. Colin stepped into the pants. They were a sharp dark blue that looked really good as they hung around his ankles. “No underwear?” He asked.

Jessica shook her head. “You won’t need them.”

“But it’s denim…” Colin said.

“Come on Colin,” Angie walked towards him. “Jessica doesn’t have all day and neither do we" Angie pulled Colin’s pants up in one fluid motion. On the one hand it felt good to feel fabric on his legs again. On the other hand the fabric was so tight, everything was constricted. Angie pulled the jeans up so they felt high and raw on his hips and butt. But the worst was the way the jeans made everything bunch up in the front. Colin felt his cock and balls hanging directly on top of his unzipped zipper. Angie’s delicate fingers found it and she looked up at him with a wink.

“Angie…” Colin said, “I’m getting a boner. Give me a second to cool down.”

“No way, then you’ll only get harder. I’ll just zip you up real quick.”

“Be careful,” Colin pleaded. But Angie didn't hear him. She grabbed his cock and balls and shoved them against his pelvis. She zipped his pants so quickly he barely had time to be afraid as the zipper went smoothly up his balls, grazing them but not catching them in its teeth. Then, Angie shoved her hands down his pants and pushed his cock and balls down as deep as she could push them. This was harsh enough on its own, but it also caused his nuts to scrape against the zipper. And the jeans were so tight, that when Angie moved to pull her hand out she accidentally twisted his nuts, leaving his balls on the wrong side of the sack and compressed against his pants. “GAW!” Colin mewled. He touched his balls over his pants, and he could feel that they were twisted.

“Keep your hands up here so the nice lady can take a look at you.” Jessica held his wrists behind his back.

Angie let out a quick sharp laugh right into his face. She covered her mouth in embarrassment, but not before she spit right on Colin’s cheek. “I’m sorry Colin,” she said, trying and failing to keep the laughter out of her voice. “You look great. You really do.“ Jessica at an angle that Angie could take in the whole view. “And it really shows off your butt,” she swallowed.  “I just wasn’t expecting-“ Angie couldn’t finish her through before another fit of laughter took over.

“The fruit platter?” Jessica asked.

“Ya,’’ Angie said.

Colin looked down and saw that on the crotch of his pants there was a banana. And below it were two grapes. As he looked at them he could see that that were molding onto his genitals. “What the hell? Grapes really?”

“Grapes are just the default setting for these pants. Once they morph around your balls they will take the appropriate form.” As Jessica said that, Colin felt the material cup his balls and the grapes slowly grew in size and became rounder. “See? Plums. That better little boy? Nobody is trying to short change your big bad banana.”

“It’s a little silly isn't it?” Angie asks.

“The design may be a little suggestive, but don’t be shy. You can admit you like seeing a little fruit in a guy’s loom. Besides, they’re exactly what you need. Just look what happens when he gets an erection.” Jessica reached over and rubbed Colin’s cock over the pants. Thanks to the banana, she had no problem finding it.

“If you can’t stop touching my man I’m going to take your hand away from you.” 

“Whoops, sorry,” Jessica said, moving her hand. “Do you want to-“ Angie launched her foot forward before Jessica could say more. Jessica moved her hand out of the way just in time. Unfortunately that left Colin’s twisted plums defenseless. This kick took Colin’s feet off the ground.

“Going down,” Colin sunk to the floor.

“Colin, no!” Angie gasped as her fiancé lay on his back. She crouched down and cradled his head in her lap. “I’m sorry Colin. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just couldn’t let Jessica make you hard.”

“Is he ok?” Jessica said, leaning over the two of them.

“He’s taken worse. Haven’t you?” Colin didn’t respond, so Angie laughed. “Here, let me make it feel better.”

Angie reached for Colin’s zipper, but Jessica commented “you might not want to take those off. They can be tough to put back on.”

“Fine,” Angie rubbed Colin over his pants. “There Colin, is the pain going away?” Colin gasped as Angies fingers traced over his banana.

“That’s his dick. His balls are the plums,” Jessica pointed out.

“Duh,” Angie responded. “I’m not an idiot, but there’s more than one way to make a guy feel better. Besides, we want him to get hard don’t we?” She motioned down to Colin who was shaking with need. Between Angie’s tits in his face, her hand stroking his cock, and her sweet words in his ear, his banana had become rock hard. It felt good, but it was so tight that it also caused him more pain.

Jessica gasped. “He’s got a pretty big banana once you let it grow. I thought you had a wee little thing,” Jessica said, wiggling her pinky finger. “But no, you’re packing a python.” Jessica noticed Angie’s glare, so she quickly added, “Satisfied? These pants are so tight, that even a slight movement will be visible if you just watch the banana.”

“That is what I want. And he looks so adorable in these pants,” Angie said as the pants squeezed painfully against Colin’s package. “We’ll take em. Now I’ll see all your boners, and what causes them. That’ll help us get past this right Colin?” Angie saw Colin was staring blankly and noticed that the way Jessica was leaning gave Colin a great view of her cleavage. She raised her leg back. “Why you-“

Jessica interrupted her. “Now there’s just the matter of your payment.”

Colin sighed as Angie lowered her foot, “of course. How much do we owe you?”

“Between the jeans, the shirt, your outfits, and the shopping spree your two friends went on…” Jessica did some calculations, “you owe the store $874.”

“$874 for clothes?” Colin yelled.

“Would you rather stay naked?” Angie asked. “It’s not a big deal, Colin. And you can’t really afford to be cheap with me right now.”

“But how are we- how am I supposed to pay for all of this?”

“We have the money. At least, I do.”

“They’re monitoring our credit cards,” Colin whispered.

“If money is tight, we have other ways four you to pay. You’d be surprised how many broke men come in here desperate to get an angry woman off their back… or rather off their balls.”

“But what about the paper trail?” Colin asked. “An installment plan would still mean we need to find a way to send them money even after we leave.”

“There will be no paper trail,” Jessica reassured. "Just a one time payment and then you’re done. In fact we won’t be charging you any money. Think of it more as a one time work requirement.”

“I just have to help out in the store until the clothes are paid off?”

“That’s all,” Jessica promised. “If you start now, your debt will be paid off by the end of business hours today.”

“I’m loving this new trend of stores letting men pay for things without using money. Looks like keeping you around will be good for my bank account,” Angie laughed.

“At least this is just work,” Colin said. Unlike Giblets where they shocked my balls the whole meal, Colin thought to himself.

“Wonderful. You’ll be working in the shoe department,” Jessica said, before pulling Colin’s pants all the way off in one fluid motion.

“Why did you do that?” Angie asked.

“Well you don’t want him to ruin his pants on his shift.”

“Why would working in the shoe department ruin my pants?” Colin covered his crotch.

“Well most of the time, when women buy shoes there, they’re thinking about all the men they’re going to be kicking with those shoes, so they like to test them out first.”

“What!” Colin shouted.

“Hmmm,” Angie thought. “Then you should probably take off his shirt too.”

“Good point,” Jessica pulled the shirt over Colin’s head.

“Angie!” But it was too late, Jessica was already pushing Colin towards the shoe department.

“Could you show me around the shoe department while Colin finishes his shift?”

“Sure,” Jessica smiled. “We’ll just add it to Colin’s tab.”

***

The sun began to set as Minnie’s carriage pulled up to the walls of South Webs. When the Valet opened Minnie’s door, he was on his hands and knees. “What a good Valet, bowing for his mistress,” Minnie said as she got out of the carriage, using her Valet’s back as a step.

Actually, the Valet was so relieved to have made, that he got on his knees in gratitude to the goddess for giving him strength. Only then did the pain from seven hours worth of tension sink in fully. “I did it ma’am,” the Valet said in a voice so high he barely recognized it. “I got you here by sundown.”

“Yes sweetie, your balls made it the whole way,” she crouched to inspect his balls. They were purple and tight in his sack. “Actually, did they make it all the way?” Minnie gave each ball a flick producing two yelps from the Valet. “I though your balls would burst two hours ago. It appears I underestimated you.”

“You’re still letting me go, right?” He pleaded.

“I did say that didn’t I? I didn’t mean it, and I’m under no obligation to follow through,” she ate up the anguish in the Valet’s eyes. “But, that’s on me for being cocky right? A deal is a deal.” Minnie wrapped her hand around the Valet’s balls and twisted a latch behind them, freeing his balls. “You are free to go?”

“You mean it?” The Valet asked.

“I’m afraid I do,” Minnie sighed. The Valet stood and pulled her in for the warmest embrace she had felt in years. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” the Valet cried. “I will never forget this kindness.” Suddenly the air was knocked out of him and the Valet crumpled into his crotch from the devastating kneecap Minnie launched into him.

“How dare you presume to touch me in such a manner!” Minnie said.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Relax,” Minnie said. “I got my anger out in that one knee. Tell you what, you carry my bags through the gate for me, and your free to go.”

“Yes, ma’am. Right away ma’am,” the Valet smiled. He picked up Minnie’s purple luggage and followed her to the entrance.

The walls of South Webs were a marvel to behold. The white walls sprawled farther than the Valet could see in either direction. Large golden double doors signified the entrance with one guard on either side. Though these women didn’t look like guards. They appeared to be Polynesian twins. They wore bright blue bikini tops, long green sarong skirts, and pink high heeled shoes.

“Welcome to South Webs,” both girls said in unison.

“I’m Hallie,” said the girl on the left.

“And I’m Callie,” said the girl on the right. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No need for one,” Minnie said, pulling a card from her purse. “I’m Minnie Winnifred. I own one of the villas.”

“What brings the two of you to South Webs?” Hallie asked.

“It will just be the one of me,” Minnie corrected.

“Ya,” the Valet said. “I’ve heard what happens to men who enter South Webs.”

“Aw, he’s afraid of having his balls popped.” Callie pouted.

“I’d be scared too if I was this close to the land of the eunuchs. But why is he scared now?” Hallie asked. “Doesn’t he know that we aren’t neutering every boy who comes to South Webs right now, on account of the Coronation Contest?”

“That’s right,” Callie said. “The Webs are about to crown a new king, and all boys here for the contest will be allowed to keep their balls… at least for now.”

“Well I am here for the contest,” Minnie said. “Open the doors.”

“Yes ma’am,” the girls said in unison. They pressed a button simultaneously, and the golden doors opened.

The Valet followed Minnie through the doors and was blown away by what he saw: the most luxurious resort he had ever seen. “My villa is near the top of that hill,” Minnie pointed to a hill with a long windy road up to the top. She was pointing to the largest group of villas. The only thing above them was a castle at the top of the hill.

“I’ll call you a shuttle,” Callie darted off.

“And I’ll register you for the coronation contests. What did you say your name was?” Hallie asked the Valet. 

Minnie made a perplexed face before the Valet responded, “I’m not competing. I’m just helping the mistress with her bags.”

“So you’re not here for the contest?” Hallie asked.

Callie returned and told Minnie, “your shuttle is on it’s way, Mrs. Winnifred.”

“Callie,” Hallie said, “this boy isn’t competing.”

“Oh dear,” Callie pursed her lips.

“Is something wrong?” The Valet asked.

“Well if you’re not here for the contest then that means we have to treat you like every other man who comes here…”

The words sunk in. “I’m just dropping off her bags, and now I’m leaving.” The Valet dropped Minnie’s bags. Callie closed the doors before he could step through.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” Hallie said. “Once a man as crossed through these doors he must join the staff.”

Hallie spoke into her phone. “Can I get a maid down here? We’ve got a new man here who needs to receive his orientation.”

“Orientation?”

Callie smiled, “time to say good bye to those balls. We can’t let our employees have those. All these rich beautiful women around. You’d start to get ideas.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll enter the contest. Please just let me keep my balls,” the Valet pleaded.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Callie asked just as a shuttle arrived.

Out of the shuttle came a woman with short blond hair and a very revealing black and white maid outfit. In her hands appeared to be a very powerful vacuum. “Is he the one?” She asked.

“Not anymore, Rose,” Hallie said. “He says he’s gonna compete after all.”

“No can do,” said Rose. “There can only be 100 contestants each year, and we’ve already got 100 people enrolled.”

Hallie said. “Looks like you’re gonna lose your balls after all. But on the plus side, your shuttle is here Mrs. Winnifred.”

“Thank you, girls. Please put take my luggage? My old Valet won't be joining me at my villa.”

“Wait, Winnifred? Minnie Winnifred?” Rose asked.

“Yes,” Minnie said.

“You’re one of the three members of our Petal Club. You have one reserved spot for the coronation competition. Do you wish to give it to this man?” Rose asked.

The Valet looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, but I already know who I’m giving that spot too. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to castrate him.”

“But ma’am!” The Valet asked.

“It’s funny,” Minnie said coolly, “when they asked us your name, and I didn’t have an answer. I guess I never cared enough to ask.”

“You said you’d never castrate me.”

“And I’m not. Enjoy your freedom.” Minnie boarded the shuttle.

Hallie and Callie grabbed the Valet’s arms and stretched out his legs. Rose reached into his pants and pulled out his balls. 

“No. You can’t!” The Valet pleaded.

“Keep him quiet for me,” Rose said. Callie put her hand over the Valet’s mouth and the Valet stared in horror as Rose turned on her vacuum. He moaned into Callie’s hand as his left ball was sucked into the vacuum, then the right. Rose pulled and twisted the vacuum. “Come on.” She pulled the Valet’s balls, twisting tighter and tighter in the vacuum until finally: POP.

I was looking for stories where the guy was innocent and has fake allegations on his head and got busted/ castrated.

I'm looking for a Christmas story about someone that opens a gift and inside is broken baubles and when they see it their sister kicks him in nuts and the mother laughs and lets them do it again.

Hi everyone. Part III.

I'd love to hear any/all feedback from readers.
I obv hope some of you enjoy this and hearing that makes me feel good.

And in pursuit of that, I'd love to know what I can do to improve and/or accommodate :)

Contains: BB && CB && non-con

link to part II

Stars

--pt III--

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I'd say my body had betrayed my mind, except... my mind had betrayed me too.

The feelings inside of me swirled tumultuosly, matching my nausea... fear, arousal, pain, pleasure, concern, longing... as this lady-cop slowly stroked my boyfriend's engorged cock.

I couldn't tell if it had sprung up like this out of self-preservation or if he was enjoying it to some extent. We were not new to the kink lifestyle so I new it wasn't outside the realm... But... this was different... this was also... terrifying.

The officer began pulling on Alan's swollen nuts as her other hand delivered her cruel ministrations. He was breathing heavily and groaning as she stretched his sensitive sack. I could see them like two big plums beneath her fist as she formed a ring above with her fingers.

She thumped his heavy balls against the hood of the car like an orange in a sock. Slowly picking up speed with both her hands.

My body had become extra sensitive from all the stimulation. I could feel the hum of the engine against my battered pussy. It's discomfort made me squirm which in turn aroused me more... I could feel it... and I wanted more of it. I felt the heat of the engine warming up the damp cloth between my legs... The terror-pleasure was a new high I had never known before...

"How's he doing, sweet pea?" the cop asked me.

"I--I-H--He's.."

She banged the sensitive bottoms of his balls down harder into the hood.

THUNK

"G-G-Good!... good I think..."

"Oh... just good..." she muttered.

Her demeanor shifted as she latched a hand down onto each of his nuts and pressed her thumbs into them.

"Just good?" she prodded as she drove her thumbs in deeper. Alan's groans turned into howls.

"N-n-no! G-Great! H-h-he's loving-g-g thi--"

She let go of his aching balls and stepped back towards me.

"...Don't lie to me, sweetheart..." she said to me in a low voice, "Do I need to teach you another lesson?" she asked as she dragged her finger nails up against my clothed cunt.

"I-I-I--Ghhh" I moaned as she began patting my pussy with light backhands.

She kept whacking her fingers against my delicate body part, harder and harder, until I could hear the snapping sound of latex against my wetness. The blunt trauma mounted with my pleasure, climbing towards an unknown ecstasy. I could feel my heart and my breathing in sympathetic rhythm to her blows.

"Oh--oh--hh--h--hh--"

She curled her hand into a fist and I felt her knuckle driving into my vulva. Slower now--with twisting motions, her sharp bone pressing and grinding my clitoris to punctuate each strike.

My mouth dropped open again and I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head... I was bucking my hips gingerly towards her when she grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. I could feel her face draw near mine without being able to see it as she continued pummeling my little pussy, rubbing and twisting her fist into it.

I felt her long, hot breath on my skin; the air chilling its tiny, moisture-droplets--the sharp pangs from pulling my hair, the pulses of her beating me--She slid her teeth down the surface of my cheek--I shuddered and moaned.

Thud... Thud... Thud... squeak... Thud

I was so close...

...She pulled away dramatically and left me panting. I was so lightheaded when my vision returned.

"Now listen here, big boy!" she emphasized his pet-name with a club to the balls, "I wanna see you fully erect... and I wanna see it quickly... or else... " In his queasiness, she slipped him out of his cuffs, momentarily, to bring his hands to the front and lock him back up.

When, surprisingly, she stepped back to me, whacking her baton against her open palm. She moved my hands to the front like Alan's then she pushed back against my shoulder softly. I was too weak to even resist--as I fell backwards, supine against the car. She spread my legs and placed one hand on top of my pussy.

"...For every five seconds that you are not extremely hard..." she said as she started bouncing her baton between my legs, causing me to whimper; "I'm gonna smash your girlfriend's little pussy."

She emboldened the end of her sentence with a little knock, sending a tendril of nausea into my stomach again.

"Aughh..." I groaned, barely flinching.

"N-no... don't do this to her--"

THUMP

"Ohhwww!..."

"Better start workin it, boy!"

THUMP

"Owwwaugh!! Oh--Alan!..."

I could feel him start pumping his dick--the energy crystallizing in the air between the three of us--my eyes rolling around between the stars and the darkness as this fierce woman massaged my clit with her thumb before pounding my lips with her firm baton.

"Three... Four... Five!"

THUMP

"Ohhh!! Nnngh..." I cried, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"No crying, bitch!" she scolded me with another slap to the face. It stung but it also turned me on immensely.

"Y-Yes Ma'am..." I moaned.

"Three... Four..."

I could hear Alan feverishly tugging his thick shaft and the thuds of his swollen balls against the metal. I turned my face so I could look at him. He looked so sexy in his fear and desperation--fight or flight--primal...

"Five!"

THWACK THWACK

"Ohh! Nnnghhh! Hh-hh-hh-hh--" I twisted and my moaning turned to vigorous panting. I bucked and reached up, grabbing one of my own breasts with my cuffed hands, twisting and pinching at its tender little nipple, "Hh-hh-hh-p-p-please--Please--NnnghHhn" I moaned and gasped for air as this demon started rubbing my clit in circles with her thumb.

Squirming, she pressed down on my pubic mound with her free hand. I tried to turn and failed while her rubbing continued harder.

"Four--"

Alan growled as the sound of his balls hitting his hand then hitting the car intensified.

As she hung on the number four, the officer took her baton and pressed the end of it against my opening like it was a dildo--jamming the material of my leggings partially inside... She swiveled it around, crushing my soft labia.

"FIVE!" she shouted as she slapped the top of my pussy with the hand she was pinning me with before.

"Gahh! Ughh--NNnngghh!! Nnghh!!"

My hips wildly bucked as she again pinned my pelvis down to the car hood, continuing to jab me with her stiff weapon. I could feel it penetrating me as I stared at Alan with tear stained cheeks. I was soaking now, as I felt her gyrate, push, and pull this club against my entrance and just slightly inside...

"three... four... fi--" the cop whispered.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

She slapped the top of my pussy three times and Alan growled louder.

"Nnggh ngnghh Nnnnghhh," through my gritted teeth, "P-p-p-please d-d-don-t--please don't stop--" I begged, staring into Alan's eyes... He thought I was talking to him.

"There!! There, you sick bitch!!" Alan roared as he stood up--his now throbbing member swaying in the night air. I could see the veins on it pulsing and reddening.

"Let's see it," the cop ordered, monotonously, "Set it on the hood of the car..."

Alan complied and turned his body, flattening his engorged cock down against the metal.

Without even another blink the cop slammed the now partially damp baton down on his dick in a sickening sonic mixture of flesh, metal and pure force.

"OWHH FUCKKKK!!!" Alan howled as he lurched forward, his face pressing against the car.

The cop stepped towards him, winding up, and swung her club up between his legs; clobbering his heavy, dangling balls. I watched his eyes roll back as he grimaced and I bit my lip--clenching my ass cheeks--my pussy throbbing and buzzing. Hot air rapidly shot from my nostrils as I watched in erotic-paralysis of what the lady-cop was doing next.

I felt twisted and gnarled, my stomach in knots, my leggings soaked, my pussy yearning and aching...

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-ck-ck

As she locked another set of cuffs around Alan's massive balls, my heart was ready to jump out of my skin. I wanted to touch myself so badly... what the fuck was wrong with me... how did this happen...

"Well, young man, " she began, "I still wanna see that load that you got... in these... big... cum tanks... " she purred as she played with his nuts; patting them and weighing them in her hand as she stood behind him.

She slowly lifted the other end of the cuffs around his balls, heaving them up in the air. Then with the club, she rolled them side to side and pressed in between each pendulous ball, separating them around it. She reached down and pinched one and Alan flinched against the hood. I could feel him breathing against it. It made me long for him... I needed him...

to be continued...

I was out for a walk in midtown down fifth ave and the most beautiful girl walked by. She had this form fitting skirt on, an incredible ass, with high heel shoes. Dressed to the nines. I had to stare. I couldn't stop myself. Then my spider sense started tingling. A plank from a construction area was about to fall on her.

"Watch out!" I pulled her by the arm.

"What the hell," she said, dropping her packages. Then the plank slammed down right in front of ther "Oh my god!" She looked me in the face. Drop dead gorgeous. The kind that makes it hard to think. "You saved my life!"

"Well,"  I said, trying not to stare. She was looking right at me. Her eyes were a hypnotic green. Lush black hair.  I couldn't think of anything to say. I just wanted to stare. "You... uh... dropped your things," I said, bending down to pick them up so I would have a reason not to stare. But she took a step towards me, giving me a closer view of black sharp shiny high heels. I was staring. Stop it, Peter!  

I busied myself putting them back orderly and stood up. She had a lot of packages. My arms were full. How was she carrying all this?

As I was standing up she crouched down to grab the last package which was a long and thin box. It had opened and inside it I saw a riding whip. Who was this girl?

Now I was standing and I could see straight down her blouse.Her cleavage was amazing.  I could see the edges of her lace bra. I became lost in it. What was she doing down there for so long? Oh shit, she is looking right at me. My mouth was open. Am I drooling? Please don't let me be drooling. Get a hold of yourself Parker.  

She looked away as she put the box lid on the whip, stood up ass first. Oh my god is this actually happening?

Then very quickly brought her top half up driving the box directly into my balls. I grunted. She held it there while looking at me with those incredible eyes. I maintained eye contact. In her heels she was a couple of inches taller than me so I had to look slightly up. My balls began to ache but I could handle it. I mean I'm Spider-Man. And if I'm being honest, I kind of liked it. There was this strange sensation shooting up my body, part spider-sense, part pain. But I wasn't about to back away from this girl. She was too hot. And I couldn't just drop her packages. So I did the only thing I could do. I stood there and took it.

"You know," she said, raising the thin box putting more pressure on my balls.  "Just because you saved my life," she said, lowering the box and bringing it back up hard. I grunted but held my ground. "Doesn't give you the right to perv on me,"

My face got extremely red. "I..um..I'm really..."

She raised the box, giving my balls a smack and making me yelp. My cock was definitely getting hard.

"Ha! You're cute," she said, smacking me in the balls one more time then dragging the box along my cock before pulling away. "I'm just messing with you. Maybe I can buy you lunch to show you my appreciation?"

 "Well, I have to... " What Parker? What do you have to do?

She began poking my ever-hardening cock. Good thing I had all these packages to hide it.  

"Don't... say... no...to... me."  With each word she alternated poking my cock and my balls. She was really good at this. I stood there barely flinching, (Spider-Man, here) but inside she was driving me crazy. Of course I said, "Yes."  

"Good. I like a boy who can take a little pain." My face got even redder, if that was possible. I stood gaping. Luckily, she spoke first.

"You'll hold my packages." She brought the box up into my balls again and looked me dead in the eyes. Man, my balls were hurting but when she stared at me with those eyes, it felt like I would let her do anything to me. I instinctively knew she wanted an answer. "Okay... I mean...Yes."

Again she Smacked me with the box in my balls. The pain was starting to get real now. But as forementioned, I am Spider-Man!

"Yes what?"

"Yes... ma'am?"

"That will do. For now." I anticipated another smack but it didn't come and I was actually disappointed. I can't believe I wanted this woman to hit me in the balls.  

"Follow," she said. And I did as if she had a string pulling me by my cock and balls. The continuous and steady tick tock of her heels lulling me into a trance.

We were walking for a while. It took every ounce of energy to not be totally absorbed by her tight ass. I willed myself to calm down using my highly trained mind. I am a superhero after all and I didn't want to turn into some slobbering fool. Little did I know what she had in store for me.  

We sat at a secluded table on the outside of a restaurant I've never been to and honestly I couldn't tell you where it was. She is really the only thing I remember. I put her packages down. Good thing I was able to control myself otherwise I would have no more cover. By now I only had a moderate chubby. She placed the long thin package and placed it on the table where we sat.

"Did you see what's in here?" She asked.  

"Uh...yes..."

She looked me in the eyes and I swear it felt like a smack in the nuts. "Yes, ma'am." 

"Good boy. Hands on the table and spread your legs," she commanded. This was definitely not how I thought this was going to go.

"I'm sorry what?"

She removed the whip, brought it  under the table and smacked the inside of my thigh " You heard me."

"Ahh," that was a sensitive area, "okay."

She smacked my thigh again.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy. You'll learn quickly."

What the hell was happening?

"Do you like my nails?" she asked, holding up her hand close to my face. They were exquisite, colored a dark sensuous mauve, and they fit her long fingers perfectly. I greedily stared at them. "They can give pleasure," she slowly dragged them up my arm and I felt a chill through my entire body. "Or pain." When she reached my upper arm she dug them into my skin on the underside. My spider-sense went off just before she did it and my cock was rock hard. I couldn't think at all other than I wanted this to continue.

"We already know you like my breasts," she said, removing her hand making me wince for the absence of it but drawing her fingernails over her shapely bosom using them to slightly open her blouse. I tried to think of something witty to say. "Yeahhhhh..."

Smack! Right on my hard cock.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"But somehow you managed not to become a drooling zombie after walking behind my incredible ass. Why is that?"

"I have great will-power, Ma'am"

"Hmmm," she smiled and it was everything. "Looks like I will have to break you." Then she leaned forward cooing sexily in my ear, while tracing her fingers up my arm and gently flicking my cock up and down with the riding whip. "Would you like that?" She smelled amazing.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy," she said, leaning away and moving her fingers towards her lips making me miss her touch again. "Do you like my lips?" Her lips were a smoky purple. She slowly traced her tongue over them.  

"yesssss, Ma'am." What was happening to me? Something isn't right. I have to-

"I bet you can imagine," she put her fingernails back on my arm. "All... types ....of ...things..." with each word she dug her fingernails into my skin and smacked my cock and balls with her riding whip.  Was I moaning? "That I can do to you with them, can't you?"  

She traced her riding whip over my hard as a rock cock. Then she smacked the whip with amazing precision right on the tip. "Naughty boy." Her tone changed drastically. It was so harsh it sent a shiver of fear up my spine. Fear that I upset her.  "Shame on you," she said, smacking my cock head back and forth, "we are in public, you amazing pervert!"  -

What have I done? I couldn't believe it. My body started burning with shame. My face turned hot red.I would do anything to fix this.I wanted to cover my erection, but I couldn't move my hands from the tables. Why can't I move my hands from the table? Why am I acting like this? Something is wr-

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," she said sweetly now, tracing her fingernails up my arm again. I felt a sense of calm. I knew that I would do anything to please her. "I want you this way." She ran her fingers through my hair. It felt amazing. Then she pulled hard, yanking my head forward so close to hers that our lips were almost touching. "And you want it too. Isn't that right," she asked, then gave a quick lick to my lips. I inhaled deeply. She let go of my hair.

"yesss, Ma'am."

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and you are going to tell me everything I want to know, right, Peter?"

"How,,, do you... know... name?"  Have to.. leave..

"You told me silly boy. You might," she said, fingernails up my arm again, "be having trouble thinking." She dug her nails into my flesh and slapped the riding whip on my balls. "And you're not going anywhere. And I wasn't. I didn't want to. I was right where I wanted to be. She was so beautiful. She was in control of my entire mind and body and that was exactly what I wanted.

Things become fuzzy after that. I don't know how long that it lasted but when I came out of it my spider sense was going crazy. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes.

She was still there, looking as beautiful as ever and she was laughing. "Oh Petey, you're so funny!"

"I am? haha." Spider-sense going wild. "Uh...Miss Tiffanie?" When did she tell me her name? And why was I adding a Miss in front of it. But her name was right there in my head and it said, Miss TIffanie, that was how I thought of her.

"Yes, dear," she said. Spider-sense! I caught a glimpse out of the window. The Vulture! That motherfucker. Of all the possible times. I was going to get lucky with this girl. I could feel it.

"I'm terribly sorry but I have to go."

"Oh? You have someone else's life to save, hero?"

Oh my god, did she know? Then she laughed.

"Haha, look at you." Oh wait I did save her life.

"Oh ha, no nothing like that but I do have a uh...a work emergency.  But can I see you again?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way but next time," she said, poking my erect cock  with her riding whip.  "I won't be as nice. And next time will be tonight." She said, putting the whip on my balls and pressing them into the seat. "Miss Tiffanie," I moaned.

"Say you like it."  

"I...I like it." How did she make me do that?

"Good boy. Now let me have your phone."

Without hesitation I handed it to her. She dialed in her number and recorded a ring. "Stop what you are doing and serve me."

I laughed nervously. Spider-sense is still going crazy. I knew I had to go but I still felt the need for her to release me.

"Better hide this," she said, giving me three slaps to my cock and then one to each of my nuts. "Hopefully that will help, but knowing what I now know about you, it will probably just make it worse. Run along," she said, holding her hand out.

I instinctively went and kissed it. Since when do I do that? Her fingers were so soft and I had trouble pulling away. Parker what has gotten into you.

"Next time," she said, staring me straight in the eyes, paralyzing me, "you'll be kissing my feet."

Luckily, my spider-sense was going nuts otherwise I wouldn't have been able to break her spell. I took off before I did something else stupid.

Miss Tiffanie watched him go with a smirk. She took out her phone and began texting. He's on his way to you, Bastion, all warmed up and ready for you to finish off. Followed by a hot red lips emoji 

Continued in Spide-Slave Part 2: Spider-Man meets Bastion (M/m)

Adam blinked, his vision blurred by the fog of unconsciousness. He tried to move his arms, but they remained firmly in place, tied above his head. He looked down to find himself stark naked, his body trembling slightly from the cold. The smell of freshly cut pine and a faint scent of gingerbread filled his nostrils, and he realized with a jolt that he was tied to a shelf in an unfamiliar place. His mind raced to piece together the events that had led him here, but all he could recall was the last moments of his drunken escapade the night before. He'd been walking home from the bar when something had slammed into him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Now, he found himself in a small, dimly lit room that looked like an empty workshop.

The door swung open with a creak, and a figure emerged from the shadows. Adam's heart skipped a beat as he took in the vision before him. A woman strode towards him. Her voluminous silver hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of molten metal. Her body was a symphony of curves that defied description. She was dressed in a way that made his pulse race. Her tight red stockings clung to her legs like a second skin, ending at the apex of her thighs. Her short dress, also red, was so snug that it barely contained her ample breasts, which threatened to spill out from the deep neckline that displayed an expanse of creamy, flawless skin. The fabric was pulled tight across her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure and leaving no doubt about the perfection of her body. The dress ended in a flirty way, showcasing the shapely contours of her thighs and hinting at the red panties that barely covered her sex. On her head, she wore a Santa hat, tilted at a seductive angle that made her seem both naughty and nice. Adam felt a stirring in his loins as he took in her massive cleavage. Her attire was a tantalizing mix of holiday cheer and dominatrix flair, leaving him both intimidated and aroused. The dress was trimmed with white fur that matched the cuffs of her sleeves. Adam's gaze traveled down her body, and his erection grew even more pronounced as he took in the sight of her. The way the fur brushed against her skin, the way the dress hugged her hips, and the promise of what lay beneath her panties had his mind reeling. The anticipation was maddening, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run his hands over her body, especially her breasts, which were practically begging to be freed from their crimson confines. The material was so tight that he could see the outline of her nipples.

She noticed his arousal and smirked. She stopped just before him, her eyes lingering on his crotch. "My, my, what have we here? Are you going to explode from just looking at me, dear?" she asked with a blend of sugar and sarcasm.

"I'm Mrs. Claus," she announced. "But you can call me Mery, with an E. I've been waiting for you, Adam. I know everything about you, every little naughty deed. You've been chosen, and now you're going to find out why. You see, I've made it my personal mission to help those who still have a chance to be good. Twelve boys a year, one for each day of Christmas, get the special treatment from me. And you, my dear, are lucky number seven."

Adam's mind reeled with confusion. "Wait, if you're real, and you're immortal, then you'd be..."

Mery's smirk grew wider, revealing a set of teeth so perfect they had to be fangs. "Exactly, darling. I've been around a few centuries, but thanks to a little Christmas magic, I still look fabulous. Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're here because you need to be taught a lesson, and I'm the perfect woman for the job."

Adam swallowed hard, his mind racing. "What...what kind of lesson?"

Mery's eyes gleamed with mischief as she stepped closer, her voluptuous chest pressing against the tight fabric of her dress. "Let's start with a little warm-up, shall we? I'm going to jingle your bells," she said with a wink, and before Adam could react, she reared her fist back and swung it with surprising force into his testicles.

The pain was immediate and intense, and his body convulsed in a desperate effort to escape the torment. But there was nowhere to go. His arms were bound tightly, and the shelf above him only allowed for the slightest movement.

"You're going to be my little toy for the night," Mery purred, her fist poised to strike again. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget the feeling of my hand on your naughty little balls."

With a wicked grin, she proceeded to pummel Adam's testicles in a rhythmic fashion, using them like a speed bag. Each hit was precisely placed and calculated to maximize pain, and she varied the force to keep him guessing. Adam's eyes watered and he bit his lip to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his throat. His entire body felt like it was on fire, the agony radiating from his groin to every nerve ending. He squirmed and writhed, his bound form a desperate dance of suffering.

"Oh, you poor thing," she mocked. "Do those bells hurt? Do they remind you of the naughty things you've done?" She watched his erection bounce with each impact, her smile widening as she enjoyed his torment. "Let's see if you can handle a little more jingle," she said with a chuckle, her fists flying again to land more stinging blows on his swollen balls. Her strikes grew faster and harder, her fists moving like pistons, punishing his testicles without mercy.

"You know, I've always loved the sound of bells at Christmas," she said. "And these ones are ringing so nicely for me." Adam could feel his balls swelling with each hit, turning a deep shade of purple, and he knew he grew closer to passing out. But Mery wasn't done with him yet.

With a sudden, swift movement, she delivered a final, vicious hook to his penis. The blow was so precise and powerful that it sent a spurt of precum shooting through the air like a miniature geyser, landing on the cold, stone floor with a pathetic plop.

"Now, let's try something a bit more... festive," she announced. "I call this next move... the 'Missle Toe'."

With those words, Adam's fear spiked. He had no idea what a 'Missle Toe' was, but he had a sinking feeling that it wasn't going to be pleasant. Mery flexed her foot, the shiny red stiletto of her shoe glinting in the low light. Adam's eyes widened as he realized she was about to kick him.

Mery's leg shot up with surprising agility, her toe aimed straight at Adam's crotch. He gasped as the shoe connected with his testicles. The force of the impact lifted him up slightly before gravity brought him crashing back down. "One," she whispered. Her leg swung back again, and he braced for the next hit. This time, she hit him slightly lower, the pointed toe of her stiletto digging into the tender flesh beneath his balls. "Two," she said.

She lined up her third kick, taking her time, watching his face contort in anticipation. When the kick came, it was brutal, nailing him right in the center of his scrotum. "Three," she announced with triumph.

"How are your little ornaments feeling now?" Mery asked sweetly. "Tell me, do your balls feel like they're going to burst like Christmas baubles?"

Adam could feel his testicles swelling to the point of rupture, the pain so intense that it was almost a relief when the next kick didn't come immediately. But Mery was just getting started. She leaned in close. "The 'Missle Toe' is a classic," she whispered. "But I have other tricks up my sleeve."

Mery took a step back. "Looks like we're both feeling the heat," she said. "Even though it's cold outside, it sure seems hot in here, don't you think?" She paused. "Now that we're both warmed up, let's get down to the real fun, shall we?"

Adam could barely get the words out. "Please," he begged. "Not the balls."

Mery just chuckled darkly. "Oh, but the balls are so much fun to play with," she said, reaching out to grab his bruised and swollen testicles gently with her hand. "But since you've asked so nicely, let's move on to the 'Real Nutcracker'. It's one of my favorites, and I think you'll find it... quite memorable."

Her grip tightened, and Adam's eyes popped out as she began to squeeze his gonads with a strength that belied her delicate appearance. The pain was unbearable, and he could feel the pressure building within his scrotum like a vice slowly being cranked tighter and tighter. "You see, Adam... This is how you crack a nut, or in this case, your nuts."

Mery's hand didn't just squeeze; it crushed. Adam felt his testicles compacting like a pair of grapes in a wine press, the pain shooting up his spine and making him see stars. "I'm not going to crush them, darling," Mery reassured, her grip unyielding. "But I will squeeze until you think I might."

"Please," Adam managed to croak through clenched teeth, his body rigid with agony. "Let... go... of... my... balls."

Mery's grip tightened even more, but she did not crush them entirely. Instead, she gave them a final squeeze before releasing her hold, watching them bounce back into their original position. "You know, Adam, I must admit, I'm quite impressed. Not many men can maintain an erection while I give their balls the workout of a lifetime. You must be made of sterner stuff."

Her eyes raked over his body, lingering on his still-erect cock. "Now, since you've been such a dear and managed to stay hard for me, I think it's time for a big present." With a swift movement, she leaned forward, pressing her voluminous breasts against his face, effectively muffling any sounds of protest or pain he might make.

The fur trim of her dress tickled his skin as she buried his face in her cleavage. Her breasts were hot and heavy. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled his nose, a heady mix that seemed to amplify his arousal even as he struggled to breathe through the pain.

Mery felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection growing even more rigid against her stomach. "Oh, Adam," she laughed, "your candy cane is so hard. It's like it's trying to poke its way through the fabric of my dress. You're just like a little boy with a new toy, aren't you? But we're not here to play with candy canes. We're here to learn a lesson."

Her grip on his head tightened as she whispered. "Now, let's move on to 'Deck the Balls'." Before he could react, she swung her leg up, her knee connecting with his swollen testicles. Adam's muffled scream was smothered by the soft pillows of her breasts.

"Hah, right in the sugar plums," Mery taunted as she held his face in place.

Adam's body writhed, his muffled screams vibrating against her soft flesh as she delivered another knee to his balls. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that had him on the edge of sanity. Yet, the feeling of her breasts against his face, the smell of her skin, and the way she enjoyed his torment was doing something strange to him. Despite the agony, his erection remained firm.

Mery chuckled, her grip on his head never loosening. "You know, Adam, I've seen so many pairs of balls in my time, and they're all so fragile. Like two little Christmas ornaments hanging by a thread. It's quite amusing, really. Men think they're so tough, but in the end, it's always the same. Just a little squeeze or a well-placed kick, and they're begging for mercy." She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing her breasts further into his face.

As she talked, her knee came up again, connecting with his testicles with brutal force. The pain was so intense that Adam's entire body spasmed, his erection bobbing against her stomach. But she didn't stop there. Her knee began to move in a rapid, pulsing motion, slamming into his balls over and over again. The pressure was unbearable, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. Yet, with every hit, his cock remained stubbornly erect, a silent testament to his arousal amidst the torment.

Mery's amusement grew with each muffled scream. The sound of his pain, muffled by her breasts, was music to her ears. She reveled in his agony, feeling his body squirm and jerk with every blow. Her grip on his head tightened, ensuring that he couldn't escape the sweet embrace of her chest, even as his own body fought to protect itself from her knee's merciless assault on his testicles.

With one final, brutal thrust, she delivered a knee to the base of his cock, and Adam's body went limp, save for the iron-hard erection that still pointed at her. She stepped back, allowing him to fall forward, his head crashing against her chest once more.

"Oh, you poor thing," she murmured. "You need a little break?" She reached up and untied the ropes that bound his wrists. He crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll, his knees giving out from under him.

Mery stepped closer as she gazed down at his bruised and swollen testicles. They hung low between his legs, looking like two sad Christmas ornaments that had fallen from their tree. She licked her lips. "Now, it's time to roast your chestnuts, darling," she murmured.

With a swift, powerful stomp of her shiny red stiletto, she brought her foot down on his gonads, the pointed tip digging into the tender flesh of his left orb while her toes flattened his right nut. The pain was so intense that it overwhelmed Adam's senses. His body convulsed and bucked, his legs kicking out wildly as he struggled to escape the crushing weight of her shoe.

The pressure grew until it was unbearable, and with a guttural groan, a jet of cum shot from his cock, painting Mery's shoe and the floor in a display of pure agony. Adam's body spasmed, his legs kicking out involuntarily as the last of his strength drained from him.

"Looks like somebody's cumming to town," Mery quipped, watching with a twisted smile as his cum spurted over her shoe. She ground her stiletto into his testicles, enjoying the way they squished beneath her foot. His erection finally wilted, the head brushing against her ankle as his orgasm subsided while her foot remained firmly planted on his balls.

"Merry Christmas, Adam," she said sweetly, her smile never fading as she delivered one last, firm press before lifting her foot. "Remember this feeling, because if I ever find you on the naughty list again, I won't be so gentle. I'll crush these little ornaments of yours until you're singing 'Silent Night' all year long."

Adam lay there, panting and defeated. "I-I'll be good," he stuttered. "I promise. I'll never be naughty again."

Mery stepped back, her shoe still smeared with his cum. She chuckled darkly. "That's what they all say. But I'll keep an eye on you, Adam. And if you're ever naughty again, you'll be back here faster than Santa can say 'Ho, ho, ho'." She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Now, let's get you home. I've got some more boys to handle before Christmas."

Hi everyone. Part II.
Contains: BB && CB && non-con

I'd love to hear any/all feedback from readers.
I obv hope some of you enjoy this and hearing that makes me feel good.

And in pursuit of that, I'd love to know what I can do to improve and/or accommodate :)

link to part I

Stars

--pt II--

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The sound of Alan's zipper felt like it made my heart freeze--it was beating in my throat.

"C'mon, big boy, I wanna see what you got for me," she growled as she shoved her gloved hand inside his fly.

I felt my legs quivering; the adrenaline rushing, the nausea starting to dissipate... But, I was scared. I could hear Alan's groans as she probed around inside his pants; the rustling of fabric, the squeaking of latex against skin...

The cop squeezed a swollen nut out through the fly; "Ah-ha! Oh!" she professed--and then a moment of quiet. So quiet out here in the country-night I could hear my heart beat in my ears.

Then I heard more latex and clamped my eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn't happening. More squeezing and rubbing and groaning... I felt my sweat again, this time on my scalp--dripping down the side of my face.

When I opened my eyes again I saw both of his nuts, her hands sizing them up; they were actually my favorite physical thing about him... I love Alan, I really do, and all his parts but... those things did something different to me... and I had never seen them like this...

"Well--Well--Young man... " she paused as she pinched and rolled, patting and shaking his sack, "You... are gifted."

SMACK

"OHHhhhhh..." Alan moaned, biting his lip to try to be quiet.

"I could really do some things to these..." she whispered, "do some... damage..."

"D-DAMAGE??? Ackk!!"

She squeezed his big right ball.

That was enough. I wouldn't let her hurt him like that! I couldn't!! We had just been talking about us, about conceiving--at the festival... and... there was... just no way I'd let her put that at risk!

"HiYAHH!" I belted as I launched my body at her, shoulder-first... but it was like hitting a wall.

She turned to me and shoved me with one hand and I slid. Unable to use my hands to catch myself, my feet slid under my weight and I fell to one knee.

WHAM

I caught the toe of her boot right up the center, crashing into my already battered, little flower.

"Gck!" was all I could get out.

I saw stars for a second, vision basically black, chemicals rushing through my body that I never knew I even had... like electricity. Hot waves of pain radiated from head to toe and I felt a cramping in my lower abdomen. Tears welling in my eyes, I fell forward into a ball.

She picked me back up and leaned me against the car, slouched, my warm butt pressing against the grill. I felt her slide my feet apart with her own.

"You're gonna learn your place, lil Miss--"

WHAM

She swung back and threw a massive uppercut right into my cunt. It felt like a wrecking ball straight up through the searing pain and into my aching belly. Images flashed through my head as my ovaries felt the shockwave, my little fertile organs getting blasted by this wicked dominatrix--dolling out sterility by the dosage.

I couldn't see. It was just black and I couldn't tell if my eyes were open. But, then I felt something... different... it was... soft... I still couldn't see but the first feeling that wasn't pain or terror curled its way up my body.

"Nnghh... hhhh..." I moaned involuntarily.

"That's right... " the officer purred in my ear with hot, wet breaths; "You can be my... good girl, too, mmm?"

I couldn't believe what was happening. My body felt stunned and forfeit to her; she controlled everything I felt. Her pervasive attacks penetrated deeper than just my corpus... my mind was under her thumb.

Then I felt her digits, separating my lower-lips through my leggings just barely, and vibrating.

"Ohh..." I quietly whimpered, again by accident.

My senses wanted to come back but all I knew was pain and pleasure--every sense funneled down into dark kinesthesia. I only knew where I ended and she began.

"Now!" she barked as I snapped out of it and she grabbed my face, "You're gonna be a good little girl and sit here, quietly..."

We stared into each other's eyes in silence for a moment; all I could hear were crickets and Alan's wheezing...

SMACK

She slapped me across the face.

"Mmngh..." I whimpered like a dog.

"You are going to speak when spoken to," she grabbed my hot face again, "and address me as Ma'am, got it?"

"..Yes, Ma'am."

"Good girl."

She stepped back over to Alan and I was completely enraptured. I couldn't even think, let alone move. My heart thumped loudly in my chest... so fast that I could only feel half the beats. My knees trembled and my pussy quivered... my hips bucking in tiny sporadic movements.

"Okay, buster, where were we?" She growled, reaching down to Alan's swollen testicles. He jumped when her glove landed on one of them, "Ah... see... hm... Do they always look like this, sweet girl?" she asked me.

I didn't respond. I was frozen emotionally and physically.

"I ASKED you a question, my little pearl..."

"Uh-uhm..." I looked at his poor balls. They admittedly were always big, but... not this big... his floppy, twin weights looked engorged--almost like two pinkesh-red lemons... "Uhm--no Ma'am I... I think you... beat them... they're swollen..."

"Mhm. And is this one always the bigger one?" she asked, jabbing her index finger into his right nut.

"Uhm--no Ma'am, actually... I don't think so..." I whispered.

"I see..."

PLAP PLAP PLAP PALP

"Yeeooowwwww!! AuugghhhHHHH!" Alan began to yelp.

"Well then, we have some work to do! Ha ha ha" she laughed nearly maniacally, "I like symmetry, young man! Balance and Order!!" she growled.

She balled her hand into a fist and started slamming the side of it down onto his nut.

"Pleaseee! Please! S-s-s-top..."

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

"Oh--come now--you can take a little more, I know you can..." she continued pounding his ball, "I just gotta gettem even!"

I felt my pussy clenching, like I was doing Kegel exercises. When I tried to look away my eyes crossed. I felt drool forming at the edges of my plump lips. I felt...

THUD

"Aug--"

And Alan's voice stopped abruptly. My eyes snapped to her other hand as it grabbed onto his dick. She started rubbing it with her thumb, right under his head was my guess...

"Ohh... n-n-n--" he moaned.

She spread his legs open with her ball-beating hand as she massaged his swelling cock. Then, she scooped his huge nuts up with it and pulled them down--all while groping which turned to stroking through his pants.

She yanked on his plums and reached her spare hand into his fly again--pulling out his now semi-hard cock. I saw his balls bounce as she began thumping them against the hood of the car as he got harder and harder. I could feel my pulse in my cunt now--so hard that it hurt... my bruised labia feeling the moisture on it now... my clitoris buzzing. My mouth fell open.

"Good boy," she purred, now jerking him off entirely, "You know what you're gonna do for me, right?" she asked.

"Guhh... nnghh..." he didn't want to say it.

She slammed her fist down into both balls rapidly, pinning them against the car.

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK

"AGHHGHH!!! Oka-- AH--OKAY!"

"SAY IT!!"

THUNK! THUNK! SQUELCH! THUNK! THUNK!

"AHH!! I'M GONNA CUM FOR YOU!" he cried.

...

"Good boy..."

to be continued...

Recently I had to have inguinal hernia surgery. The doctor said it was one of the worst he'd seen recently and that if I hadn't gotten it repaired, it could have been a real danger.

I was told to take it easy for a week or so, to rest, not do chores or labor, and no sex.

I, as well as my fiancé, Jess, had ignored doctors orders. She had still demanded I did most of the chores as usual.

If I complained about pain, she'd brush it off and say something like, "you can take it" or "you're fine stop crying".

She is a demanding woman, to put it mildly. But she's also very beautiful and sexy, with radiant dark hair and bright blue eyes and a curvy but firm body. I'm totally smitten with her and she knows it. She flaunts the fact that my residence is around her finger.

So, withing 48 hours of being home, my testicles swelled up to the size of two grapefruits and my scrotum, now the size of a melon, turned black.

On my third day post surgery I was on the couch. I couldn't even where pants. I had on underwear that I had cut the front crotch out of and a long nightshirt. This was late fall in a northern state and it had snowed the night before. Jess walked into the room.

She looked amazing. She was wearing a tight black sweater, black leather leggings and grey, thigh-high, high-heeled boots.

My penis stirred and spasmed and immediately started to swell, increasing the pain in my groin.

I said "Whoa what are you doing to me Gorgeous?"

She smirked and did a little turn as she asked me, a little mockingly, "Do I look nice?"

She was such an incredible tease.

"Ohhhh baby please....." I whined as I slid down off the couch onto my knees at her feet.

She walked over and put her foot on my bare thigh, her bootheel digging into my skin. She looked down into my loving eyes, touched my face with her manicured hand and said, "Poooor baby.....how's your balls?"

I pulled up my shirt, exposing the black ball of flesh between my legs that my naked penis was laying on. "Not real good Honey,"

She looked down with wide eyes and covered her open mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Wow look at that!" she said.

"Do they hurt?" she asked as she lightly bounced the toe of her boot off of my ballooned up balls in a light kicking motion.

I slumped my shoulders down even further in total surrender. " A little bit honey," I answered in a semi-moan.

In my position on my knees, legs spread, torso leaned back and slumped against the couch. My balls, in their current state, were actually touching the floor.

She smiled down at me with a bit of mischief in her eyes and said, "I just want to grind my heel right into them!"

She put her heel on my extremely vulnerable scrotum and started twisting it slightly back and forth, with just light pressure.

She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

My arms were limp at my sides. i was totally helpless to her. "Oh baby please..." is all I could say.

"Please what?" Jess mocked.

"Do you mean, 'Please Jess, please step on my balls if it makes you happy, I can take it'?" she continued.

She was obviously enjoying my predicament. She increased the pressure and was actually stepping on my extremely compromised balls with her high heeled boots!

"Oh baby you're so beautiful you can do whatever you want" I managed to answer in a strained voice.

As she was grinding her heel into my balls the toe of her boot was brushing against and prodding my penis, which now was throbbing hard and leaking like crazy.

"That's a good boy" she said.

"Now go shovel that walkway. My friends and my sister are coming over to have some drinks since its so nasty out" she commanded.

She took her foot off of my scrotum and gave me a fairly robust kick in the balls which made me jump and then roll onto my side moaning in pain. She walked into the kitchen, presumably to prepare for her visitors.

I took a minute, then hauled myself up to go do her bidding.

The colorful lights of Moonlight Burgers flickered with a tired hum as Rowen wiped down the counter for the hundredth time. The clock above the service window read 2:38 AM, and the din of the deep fryer was the only company he had.

Rowen was a pretty scary yet attractive looking guy, he was a 6’4 beast with long black curly hair that reached the middle of his muscular back, nice light brown skin, with his muscular arms covered in intricate tattoos—dragons entwined with cherry blossoms—he looked more like a fighter than a fast-food worker, but the solitude of the night shift often felt like a cage.

“Man…This job is so boring without nobody to talk to.” Rowen says as he continues wiping the counters, his deep voice echoing through the entire kitchen.

Moonlight Burgers was a 24-hour joint with neon signs buzzing faintly in the dew-soaked night. It prided itself on serving greasy comfort food to late-night patrons, from restless college students to delivery drivers. Rowen hated the graveyard shift, where the silence was as thick as the sizzling burgers. He longed for company, but at this hour, the regular customers were few and far between. Just as Rowen finished his ritual of re-stacking the ketchup bottles, a tune started to play from outside the drive thru window.

Startled, Rowen shifted his gaze to the drive-thru window. There, to his astonishment, was a clown girl with the largest breasts he had ever seen in his life. His jaw drops in an instant as he wasn’t expecting to see someone so curvy and voluptuous. She straddled her unicycle, a bizarre sight under the flickering lights, as circus music continued to play as she got closer and closer. Dressed in neon polka dots, wearing a bra that barely covered her nipples, and a face smeared in garish makeup, her smile creased into a sinister grin that sent a small shiver down his spine. But he immediately snaps out of it and asks the usual question.

“What can I get for you tonight?” He asked, trying to keep his gaze from lowering down to her boobs.

“I want something sweet!” she chirped, her voice a dissonant mix of excitement and menace.

“We uh..Have loads of desserts and pastries like brownies, ice cream, pies, and much more!” He says trying to sound enthusiastic.

Luna looks back at the menu and puts her finger on her chin and lets out a hum as she scans the menu for a good while, before finally getting interrupted by Rowen.

“You find anything yet ma’am?” Rowen asks as he peeks his head out the drive thru window to see what’s taking so long.

“Uh huh!! Yup I did!!” Luna says as she cycles back to the window to say her order.

“I’d like a vanilla ice cream…..with NUTS!!” She says with a childlike excitement as her boobs bounce around from her excessive moving.

Rowen couldn’t help but look down at her boobs again, feeling his cock harden against his tight work pants. But he quickly looks back up at her face to reply to her order.

“I’m s-sorry ma’am, the ice cream machine has been broken for a few days now and we won’t be able to get it fixed until tomorrow.” He says trying to sound as professional as possible.

“And what about the nuts?” Luna says with a pout as her eye makeup transforms into a teardrop to show her sadness.

“O-oh uh… We actually had to stop selling nuts due to several people on campus having allergic reactions, so those have been taken off the menu permanently…” Rowen says with a soft smile.

Rowen’s heart sank at her sudden mood change. The dread of dealing with her disappointment crept in. Her expression shifted instantaneously. The gleeful sparkle in her eyes turned into something darker.

“Broken?” Luna laughed, the sound echoing like a mad cackle. “Or is that just the excuse you tell all the late-night grubbers who come through here??”

With a loud and frustrated sigh, Rowen leaned slightly out of the window, his posture imposing, as he tries to convince Luna that the machine really is broken and there’s nothing he could do about it.

“It’s really broken, I swear. The last customer nearly burnt it out. I could offer you a burger or fries instead?” Rowen says trying to deescalate the situation and lighten her mood.

“Well you guys technically still have the nuts I’m looking for..~” Luna says with a predatory grin as Rowen looks at her confused.

“E-Excuse me? Ma’am I already told you we don’t hav—“ Rowen’s sentence is immediately cut off as Luna tackles him through the window and lands on top of his chest.

Without a second wasted Luna rips open his tight work pants with her sharp nails, and to her surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear which made her job a lot easier.

“H-Hey!! Ma’am?! What the FUCK are you doing??” Rowen says slightly panicked as he feels his semi hard cock and low hanging balls in the warm air.

“Hush darling… I’m just getting the last nuts you guys have left!!” Luna says as her hand grips Rowen’s scrotum with a ton of pressure.

Rowen lets out a choked groan as he feels his balls being squeezed and flattened like pancakes. In a desperate attempt to stop her, he grabs her left boob and starts squeezing it with all his strength, but to his dismay the only thing that happens is a comedic HONK HONK as Luna lets out a chuckle before squeezing his testicles harder than any pain he’s ever felt before.

“Let…Me….G-GOOOOO!!!” Rowen says as he grabs a tray and whacks Luna across the face with it, seemingly knocking her out.

Rowen gets up and tries to escape out the drive thru window as the pain in his babymakers is unbearable, but he manages to reach the window halfway through before Luna uses her magic to close it shut, trapping his upper body outside while his lower body is still in the restaurant. As Luna finally gets up to her feet she sees Rowen’s legs flailing around trying to escape but it’s no use. Through all his flailing around she sees his fat sperm tanks slapping against his thighs, though they are hairier than she’d prefer, she still desperately craved some nuts.

So she walked closer and closer before holding out her hand and letting her giant hunting knife appear out of thin air and gently drop into her hands. With a few knife tosses in the air she finally reaches Rowen’s flailing lower half and grabs his sack giving it a few tugs and squeezes that made him yelp and moan.

“You know… I would’ve let you keep one if you didn’t whack me across the fast with a metal tray!” She says in a frustrated tone as her makeup turns into a broken heart, showing her discontent with the sudden attack.

After her sentence Luna pulls Rowen’s sack, so that it can stretch long enough for her to cut. She continues to stretch out his sack until it feels like his cords are finally about to snap, before letting go and letting his stretched out sack smack the wall with a loud—

SMACK CRUNCH

Rowen lets out a shrill as his balls feel like they’ve been punched by a professional boxer. Luna then picks up his sack and throws it back into the wall making his eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a choked gasp. She picks his nutsack up again but instead of slamming it against the wall, she grabs her knife and starts cutting into his sack, as his screams echo through the silent night, it feels like his cords are being pinched and poked at as he continues to scream and beg for help.

And after what felt like hours of pain Rowen’s nutsack had finally been cut off, Luna holds his sack in the air for a few seconds before dropping it down with a comedic—

PLAP

As Rowen’s severed hairy sack bounce a bit before lying there and tipping over letting his bare testicles spill out. Luna picks up the bare testicles with one hand and starts drooling as she’s been craving a nice pair of meaty testicles. After a few seconds of admiring her new snack she holds out her free hand and lets a vanilla ice cream cone appear out of thin air, before gently placing each testicle on the ice cream. As she looks at her new masterpiece, she couldn’t help but lick her plump lips before taking a giant bite out of the ice cream, making sure she got a taste of nut meat.

“Mmmmm~ DEE-FUCKING-LICOUS” She says with a satisfied grin, as she turns over to Rowen’s now unconscious body and gives his hairy muscular butt a slap.

"What's going on? Why are you and I alone?" I asked Hope.

"We have something special planned for you, I'm just keeping you company until we get it together," she answered. I knew something was up, my girlfriend Amy and her BFF Hope had been talking about something behind my back. They were making some kind of plan to punish me, they decided that beating on my balls wasn't enough because I came. Obviously, to them, if I had an orgasm, then I liked it.

Okay, I did kind of like it. It's hot to have these angry women squeezing my balls. Amy made me eat Hope's pussy, that was really fun, Hope is hot as fuck. I mean, so is Amy, but it was hot to get my hands on a hot woman like Hope.

"So what are you going to do to me?" I asked. Curiosity was getting the best of me, we had been waiting in my bedroom for nearly fifteen minutes.

"You'll find out soon enough, I'll go check how things are going. Wait right here." I watched Hope's ass swing as she walked out of the room, I could hear Amy and Sean talking before Hope closed the door behind her. After a minute or two Hope came back into my bedroom.

"Alright, Matt, everything is ready. Take off your clothes," she ordered. Hope was already naked, what the fuck were these crazy women up to? I glanced at Hope's big breasts, I've seen them a few times on this couple's retreat, they are just so big and full. I stood there confused by the whole situation, but now my cock was hard. I felt a little embarrassed again.

"Come on Matt! Get moving, and don't give me any shit. You have to accept your punishment or Amy will dump your cheating ass and we'll both crush your balls."

I began to argue that I never cheated, but then I decided to shut up and go along with it. I've gone this far, so I finished taking off my clothes and stood naked in front of Hope.

"Come this way," Hope said as she grabbed my balls and tugged me into the living room. I could hear noises coming from Hope's bedroom. Hope dragged me across the living room by the balls and then into the doorway of her bedroom, Sean and Amy were in there naked. Sean was sitting in a chair next to the bed and Amy was sucking his cock. I didn't expect that, it was weird seeing my pretty Amy sucking someone else's cock, especially when my balls were in Hope's hands.

Hope pulled me over to a chair next to Sean, and Hope sat in the chair and yanked me by the balls so that I stood facing her. I had a front-row seat to Amy sucking Sean's cock, his head leaning back in ecstasy. My cock was getting harder watching them. I thought maybe Hope would suck my cock too, but I was wrong. Very wrong. Instead, she squeezed my balls.

I moaned as Hope worked over my balls, but my eyes never left Amy's mouth as it slid up and down on Sean's cock. As she took his cock out of her mouth and began to lick and suck on his balls, the unfairness of the whole situation really weighed on me. I mean why does Sean get his balls sucked while mine are being tortured? All this because I happened to walk by Hope's open door when she was getting changed. Un-fucking-believeable. Amy gave Sean head for a good five minutes, then she stood up and took his hand, she led him over to the bed.

Amy lay on her back and spread her legs for Sean, he climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. They both gasped in pleasure as he pushed deep into her and began slowly fucking her. As Sean slid his cock into Amy I felt Hope increase the pressure on my balls, I gasped too. Sean began to increase the pace, fucking Amy faster and harder, she quietly whispered in his ear as they fuck.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me," she said just loud enough for me to hear. I remembered her saying it to me just a few days ago, Sean did as she asked. He fucked her. I was beginning to hate this, I didn't want to see my girlfriend fucked, and Hope squeezing my balls sucked too. I wondered if Hope was really enjoying this, I guess she likes busting my balls, but does she want to see her boyfriend fuck Amy? I looked at Hope for a moment, she was staring at Sean banging her best friend.

Something in me snapped, I had enough of this shit, I took Hope's hand and lifted her up from the chair.

"What do you think you're doing, I'm going to crush your balls."

"Go ahead." I didn't care anymore, I pushed Hope onto the bed next to Amy and climbed up on top of her. Before I could get my cock into her, she managed to grab my balls.

"FUCK!" I groaned loudly as her fingers tightened around my balls, squashing them flat. A week ago I would have been given up, but I've spent the last week having my balls busted, I'm getting used to it. I roughly pushed Hope's legs apart and pushed my cock into her wet pussy. It slid in easily, Hope moaned as I pushed deep into her.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked.

"Fucking Hope, what are you doing?"

Amy looked up at Sean, then back at me, she had no answer. I pulled Hope close to me and began fucking her in earnest. I watched as her breasts swung with each stroke, she really does have an amazing pair of tits. I looked over to see Amy's breasts doing the same, this is fucked up, but I won't forget it soon. I was getting close to cumming, I looked forward to filling Hope's pussy with cum, she's been abusing me all week, it would be the perfect ending.

Sean cried out as his cock began to throb and spurt cum into Amy. With each stroke, he moaned loudly as Amy's eyes rolled back in her head and the two of them orgasmed together. It must have gotten to Hope because she began to orgasm too. That encouraged me to fuck even harder and faster, I hammered her pussy with abandon.

"FUCK YES!" I groaned as my cock began spurting cum into Hope's tight pussy, it throbbed with each stroke as I unloaded more and more cum. Hope's legs wrapped around me, she pulled me close to her and kissed my neck as we got off together. Soon we were done and I collapsed on top of Hope, trying to catch my breath again.

"This certainly turned into the craziest couples retreat ever," Hope said.

"I think you planned it all along," I replied.

"Who me? Never," Hope replied.

I knew right then, the two of them planned this all.

Fucking awesome.

Certain life events caused me to get into ball busting and have me browsing here. I was married at a very young age. I was 18 when we first meet at Community College. I’m a short woman, 5’ and weighed about 110 then, about 15 pounds lighter than I weight now. I wasn’t nearly as strong; I didn’t weightlift back then. The first time I tried a deadlift, I could do only 80 pounds, a third of what I can do today.

My husband had this really queer turn on. He liked forceful strip me of my clothes before sex, and then he’d force himself on me. He wanted me to resist, but he never let me win. I indulged him, and for months I never expressed this, but I absolutely hated that he could just strip me and force himself on me.

I remember the first time he did it. It was after we were married. We were trading kinky favors, I had this certain thing I wanted him to do for me, which he did, it wasn’t degrading. Then he asked me to allow this.

Well, I didn’t think I could say no after he performed for me, and I honestly thought I could keep myself from being subdued by him. But I quickly learned a man’s strength was so much greater than mine. I wanted to cry as he stripped and forced himself on me. He’d always strip and had this massive hard on as he was stripping me. He was so strong he would bruise me by forcing me.

This happened several times after he asked my consent the first time. I did finally tell him I didn’t like it or didn’t want to be forced. He stopped for a bit and apologized even. But then I wore the wrong thing, dressed to sexy and the mood hit him, and he went back to forcing me.

I hurt and I felt humiliated. I sometimes cried about it when alone in bed. I even had nightmares about being forced. One morning after waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, I decided I had to do something about it.

I remembered the College had a course in self-defense. It started in the fall, and I decided I would take that course to try to get life and my confidence back.

It was early summer, and I decided I needed to get stronger and fitter also. I had never been athletic in my life, had never run, but I started running 3 times per week or so. I went to a track and when I first started, I couldn’t even run once around the track without walking, but I soon got to where I could run 3 miles in 24 minutes.

I also started weightlifting, and when I started I could do only 50 pounds max on the bench machine. By the time the fall started, I could do 100 pounds max, fully doubling my max in about 3 months.

I started the class, and I was excited. It sounded like it would be really good. We practiced avoidance, learned some techniques, practiced doing a little bit of striking, ground fighting, and learned to go after vital targets. The one that stuck out the most in my mind was the testicles. Mrs. Collins said in an assault as soon as you can, get your hands on those balls and get them right off your attacker!

While causing a lot of giggles, I’m sure I turned red when I first thought of doing this, I figured if I could just get my hands on my husband’s balls the next time he tried his little play rape session, he’d be forced to admit defeat. I didn’t want to actually remove them, just hurt them a bit and humble him like he humbled me.

I had a little bit of confidence and by early October I thought maybe things would go differently the next time he tried his little rape thing.

It was a cold Thursday afternoon in early November, the first after Halloween. Tom, my husband, got me a little bit mad. He said something that irked me, without really thinking I threw my fist down towards his nuts. I stopped short but yelled “Bam!”

Well, for whatever reason that kind of set Tom off. One thing led to another, and the next think I knew, we were at it again, with me just trying to push him off me and hold his arms at bay.

After about 10 seconds I really thought I’d made a mistake, Tom was way too strong for me, and I was just going to get fucked roughly again. I tried to twist his arm behind his back, but he just chuckled and did the same to me. Tom told me he was going to pin me against the wall “With his dick!”

My stomach and face were against pinned hard against the wall, and he had my right arm pinned behind my back. I felt his massive cock in my back, and it was already wet.

Feeling desperate, I did the one thing the course so far had really drilled into my head, I reached for his balls with my left hand. I think this surprised him as he backed off a bit freeing me from the wall. I was able to face him and started reaching my hand for his balls again multiple times, but he blocked my arms hard, hurting them, and attempted to control my body and strip me. I fought though with all the extra strength I’d gained in the last several months, with more success than I’d had previously, but he ripped my shirt off, tearing it in the process.

I had started only in my shirt and shorts, and he had stripped nude and had a raging hard on. Now my chest was bare. He kept evading my grabs, punches, and knees to his balls and several times got behind me, fondling my breasts as we fought, pinching my nipples painfully. However he hadn’t been able to just hold me down and just fuck me. As we continued to struggle, he seemed more frustrated, but also angrier and more determined than he had previously. I was not easy as I had been before.

He almost got my pants off. I curled up in a tight ball a couple times in an effort to keep them on. We went on for many minutes. I became really tired. I wanted to cry and felt like giving up but continued to resist.

After a few second lull, he again tried to wrap his arms around me, this time calling me a “Bitch!” I pushed him back and without even thinking about it, I performed a move we had practiced in class, I balled my fist up and brought it down on the bridge of his nose hard like a hammer.

There was a slight crunching sound, like a single, followed by a howl of pain from Tom as he brought his hands up to his nose and held it there. I felt shocked for a moment at the damage I had just done, and we both stopped. I saw a small amount blood begin to trickle between his fingers and down his arm.

“You bitch!” he shouted. He quickly tried to bring his fist down onto my nose in a similar manner a couple of times, but I blocked each, however his heavy fist struck my cheek. He slapped me hard in the side of the head, I felt and heard a cracking sound in my jaw and it felt my like my jaw was knocked off kilter. Pain emanated from it and I fell to the floor.

“See how you like it,” he said, standing right by my feet, legs wide, still fully erect. Well, I didn’t like it, and I decided I needed to hurt him so he could not hurt me.

“You want to quit?” he asked. I remember this vividly.

I was to mad to quit now.

“You’re going to wish I quit!” I threatened.

Moving as fast as I could, I cocked my leg and kicked him hard in his in his right knee with the bottom of my foot. I got him good with my heel, bending it back.

“Oh you fuckin bitch,” he shouted, with a pained expression in his face.

Rather than making him quit though, the latest injury just seemed to make him more determined to get me, and I balled up again as he jump right on me and tried to pry me open, smacking me several times in the side of my face.

After about two minutes he gave up, he couldn’t pry me open, and I got to my knees and we faced each other and kind of circled each other a bit. His nose was still trickled blood and looked a little swollen. I felt a rush of pride looking at his nose and thinking I had done that to him. He seemed a little tired and was favoring his knee. He limped now visibly with his damaged knee. I was now quicker on my feet. I perceived his eyes were on my breasts, which bounced a little as I moved. It was the odd feeling that he still looked at me sexually, even when we were physically fighting. I decided though to use my nudity and sexual assets to my advantage and change my strategy a bit.

My husband is 6’4” and back then he probably weighed 200 pounds, 90 more than me, and very muscular.

I took a risk and pressed my body into his as he grabbed me, putting my arms around the back of his neck as he did the same to me, rubbing my boobs against his bare chest. I then stepped back slightly, creating some space. I suddenly let go of his neck with my right hand, and in a windmill style action moved my open hand down and slapped hard into his balls, making good contact with my open hand and sending them flying.

He winced and grunted, letting go of me and moving back slightly. This was a great feeling and the first time I had made contact with his testicles. But I had kind of let him off the hook. I could have grabbed and squeezed, but I did not.

I thought for a moment perhaps he would quit, hunched over cradling his testicles. I had gone easy on him just striking him the one time. But he did not, he rushed at me with renewed vigor, attempting to get behind me and push me into the wall. He seemed to be getting frustrated. I don’t think he was thinking quite as clearly as he had been earlier.

His hands gripped my breasts, again twisting them painfully, but he had left himself open. I again balled my right fist and struck backwards, sharply smacking his balls. His hands immediately left my breasts. Instinctively this time I tried to grab them. I started to curl my fingers around them and felt them momentarily in my grasp. I started to squeeze them in my fist, but suddenly I felt a sharp smack against my forearm. I turned to smack them again, but he had retreated a step back.

He hunched over slightly. I looked at him and saw something that made me feel absolutely wonderful. For the first time ever, I saw fear and hesitation in his eyes. I saw pain in his face as he clutched his testicles. I thought I may have compressed them a bit before he pulled back.

I remember thinking very briefly it’s a lot harder to grab a guys nuts than they made it seem in our class. Usually by now my instructor would have called the fight.

“You should probably quit,” I advised. His hard on was now gone, his penis flaccid.

He looked confused for a moment. Then suddenly he rushed at me screaming and yelling. It terrified me at first, but Tom was slower now, more hesitant. I had hurt him. He was not the same Tom I had started wrestling 10 minutes earlier. I continued to aim for his balls, throwing knees and punches towards them.

After probably 30 seconds, I felt my knuckles strike them solidly. This seemed to stun him and I really wanted to get ahold of him so I could grab his balls. I knew victory was mine if I could just get them. While he was still from the pain I caused, I maneuvered around the back of him and I got my left arm around his chest. As he was taller than me, I was pulling him downward, bending back towards me and getting him off balance.

I was going to throw him down, as my training fights normally ended on the ground, but I noticed He spread his legs out some so he could maintain his balance. My right knee was in perfect position, so I lifted it up hard between his legs a couple of times, feeling his balls bounce off my knee.

He howled in pain which started to make me wet between the legs. I was now having my way with him. His muscular body wanted to just drop. It took effort to hold him up and I leaned my body into his. I reached my right hand around his side and in front of him. Then I once again brought my hammer fist into his balls as I held his strong but now damaged body captive, which caused him to moan.

I pounded on his balls several more times and I began to hear him whimper like a little child. I was totally defeating him, as I had been defeated and it felt wonderful. My pussy was literally getting wet.

Finally, I triumphantly grabbed ahold of his now loose hanging ball sack. I shouted in triumph. His balls were so large in my hand, it was like holding a couple of small mandarin oranges. I cupped them and enveloped them in my hand. I yanked on them once, pulling them sharply away from his body.

This caused a scream in pain I’ve never heard in my life. My ears rang from the piercing sound he made!

Still holding them, I pondered what to do for a moment. I almost just flattened them out. It would have been so easy just to squish them or just yank them off. I suddenly though felt tears drip onto my left forearm I had over his chest, and he didn’t move at all as I held his balls. I think he was petrified. Suddenly my natural merciful nature took over.

“Do you give?” I asked.

Like a baby he whimpered “Yes,” and I immediately released him.

He immediately slumped to the floor and rolled back and forth for some time. I stood near his head, watching him suspiciously for a while. I wasn’t completely sure he was going to quit, and I was going to finish him if he started at me again. After a couple minutes though I realized he was completely defeated and was helpless at my feet. I felt as proud as I ever had in my young life. I looked in the mirror and my face was bruised, so were my forearms.

I put some make up on and after he was able to stand back up after about a half hour, I took him to the hospital to get his broken nose, strained ligaments, and badly bruised balls looked it. We were their all night, he made up a story about being in a fight at a bar. At the time I never told anyone what happened, it was our little secret so to speak.

I finished my fall course, and you’d think that would be the end of it. The dynamic in our relationship changed quite a bit. I became more aggressive. Anyone who is married will probably know sometimes your spouse really pisses you off. Once in a while then, he’d really piss me off, and I started to just send a fist in the general direction of his balls. I usually missed on purpose. Sometimes I don’t. He is fairly adept at blocking. He took karate when he was younger and is pretty athletic. Even when I’d strike him though, I’d never hit him real hard. I don’t want to really hurt him.

Anyway, when I started throwing my fist towards his balls, he’d get tentative, often completely stopping, like he was intimidated. It kind of felt good and a little funny, but I didn’t do it to often and never really out of control.

Then one day about a year later in our bedroom, I sent a fist in his direction, and suddenly he started attacking me again. It wasn’t like he was trying to pummel me, just a sexual kind of assault. It went a lot like it had the year before, he was fondling my breasts and kind of throwing me around. Trying to pin me and grab me sexually.

It was a frightening situation because he at first had me pinned against the wall, with my arms behind my back, and I was quite scared for a short time because I really thought after the first time he wouldn’t try this again. One hand held me wrists, and his other hand pinched my the nipples of my breast. I felt his penis poking my back. I told him to stop but he wouldn’t.  Then I guess muscle memory kicked in and I started resisting hard. I grabbed at his nuts hard, and while I didn’t get them, I was able to get an arm free, which allowed me to squirt free. I remember looking at him and he’d already taken off his shorts, and he was standing there nude from the shirt down, with this raging hard on. Seeing him nude like that, I decided just to go after his nuts, so I tried to just grab at them, also punching and kicking or kneeing at them. However, he continued to get behind and he would throw me again up against the wall. At some point he started to finger me as I was just in my underwear, and my ribs and face were hurting from getting shoved into the wall.

I suddenly came to the realization I was going to actually need to hurt him again to make sure he stopped. I went after his balls hard, with all my might, but no matter how much I tried though, or what I tried, I just could not seem get those little danglers I was after! I knew I’d struck them, at least grazed them a couple of times. I felt them against the back of my knuckles I’m sure once. I figured I’d grazed them with knee. But I hadn’t caused enough pain, he was just too fast and or strong for me this time.

The couple times a got free from the wall, I’d reach out but he’d dodge me. He’s over a foot taller than me, so his arms are longer. He could sometimes just block my grabbing attempts and knees, block my kicks. The longer we went, the better and more in control he seemed to get.

I really got the idea he was playing with me, and I could see he was really enjoying this. He had a massive erection and a smile on his face. I remember being very angry wanting to wipe that smile of his face, but I just couldn’t do it. I remember also being tempted to just give in, let him do what he wanted to me. But he just seemed to want to squeeze my nipples painful of my breasts roughly and painfully.

I came to a point where I wanted to cry. My calls to stop were unheeded. I think I was crying a little bit. I also still didn’t have quite the endurance of my muscular husband. He is a daily runner, whereas I had quit running and focused only on weight lifting.

I became rather resigned myself to whatever he wanted to do. His hands painfully squeezed my breasts, him safely behind me, erect penis poking me. It suddenly occurred to me my immediate problem was my massive husband was just too fast for me, and I was allowing him to much room to move. If I wanted those big juicy balls of his, I had to freeze his body first, stop him from moving or getting away.

I did something a little different. I stepped back onto him and reached my left hand around the back of his thigh. I bent way over, pushing my rotund behind into his thighs and getting him off balance and off his feet, so my body was supporting his weight. I think he thought I’d just fall over, but by then I could squat and deadlift over 200 pounds! I’m not sure what I could lift today, but I think he underestimated my strength.

I suddenly had a more stationary and trapped target. I quickly half turned and pinned his body to the wall with mine. I reached my hand back probing for his balls. I couldn’t see them of course so I was just grabbing. I was so close and I was beginning to get moist below! I felt his thick penis in my palm and I grabbed it, intending to follow it down to my prize. I stretched myself against him with all my might, steeling myself as if squatting, my body flexing to keep him against the wall.

Suddenly I felt his strong hand on my wrist, grabbing it. I closed my hand around his penis, squeezing it with all of my might.

“Ow!” he yelled as my small hand rendered him flacid; his massive erection, which he’d time and again poked into, now squeezed right off of him! I’m not sure I couldn’t have pinched his penis right off!

Whatever pain I’d causing in flattening his erect penis had caused him to relax his grip on my hand.

Releasing his penis, I dropped my hand. His sack now hung down loosely. He started to shift and I felt his sack against the back of my hand. Oh how I wanted to control those balls! I was struggling to get it in my grip, and I knew I just had a couple of seconds before my massive husband freed himself.

Balling my fist, I drew my hand back slightly and quicky smacked it back into his balls.

“Oww!” he shouted painfully. It suddenly occurred to me his balls were almost right against the wall. I reared my fist back again farther this time and crashed it back into his low hanging sack and into the wall, pinning and flattening his balls like some insect against the drywall. Keeping my fist there, I moved it back and forth slightly, causing flattening pressure against as much of the delicate orbs as I could.

“Ohh!” my husband moaned after that thunderous hit! I was really wet now and feeling suddenly wonderful. I now felt confident, released myself from against him and quickly spun around to look at him.

Pain registered on his face. The smile he once had I had pounded clean off. He wanted to bend over, but I put my left hand against his chest to keep him upright. His eyes were closed and both hands now clutched his testicles.

Seeing my husband totally defeated like this, and he was, I could have done anything to him at this moment, I was on the edge of an orgasm once again. “Is this how he felt when he was fondling me?” I wondered.

I reached my right hand down towards my elusive prize, taking his hand in mine. His hands weren’t really touching his balls, they were just shielding them. I reached underneath and behind his hands and grabbed his balls. His grimaced painfully at my touch. I looped my thumb and forefinger together above the balls, trapping them in my fist and pulled down slightly.

Upon feeling my control, he put his hands to his face. “No,” he moaned softly.

I had now completely won again! My massive husband was completely defeated and at my mercy!

 I could have totally flattened them right out. During the summer I bent up old metal rods from our garden for easy disposal in the trash. If I could bend steel, I could flatten a testicle.

I stood there for a moment just holding his balls, pondering what I should do with him. My pussy started to become wet seeing him so helpless and defeated.

I made a snap decision to teach him a lesson. My hand closed painfully around his orbs as I squeezed them.

“Ohhh!” he shouted in pain. “No!” he said in true agony which made me wetter. After a few seconds of hard firm squeezing, I gave them a yank before releasing them. He slouched over in pain, his head at my stomach level. I quickly brought my knee up into his face while bringing my hands down onto the back of his neck, snapping his neck back. He crashed to the ground face first flat on his stomach.

I quickly jumped on his back. I pulled both his arms up behind his back, and I reached behind myself grabbing his testicles. I now had him completely under my control, but there was no need. My knee to the chin had completely rendered him unconscious. I looked at the wall, and the drywall was caved in where he’d forced me up against the wall, but was also bowed in where I’d pounded his balls against the wall.

I took him to the hospital for the second time in less than a year, and it was the last time he ever came after me like this. I didn’t lie for him a second time, and I went back to the self-defense class to tell Mrs. Collins, and she had me come back I tell my success story to the whole class.

Hi everyone.

It's been a long long time since I have put a story up here.
I like where this one is going and I hope you do too :)

Contains: BB && CB

link to part II

Stars

--pt I--

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"I'm still glowing so hard--" Alan said as his fingers bounced on the steering wheel to the sounds of the radio, "what a vibe~"

I nodded softly as I played with my hair, staring over at him in love. The warm air from the AC of the car felt tingly and almost erotic against my post-festival skin.

We were pretty fried and still grungy from camping--it felt good to be in the quiet car and cruising together as we came down. I reached over and stroked Alan's leg, feeling residual effects of the drugs and messy tent sex we had the past couple of days.

"Ohh, still a lil playful--eh, Star?".

I loved when he called me that.

I rolled up a tiny spliff that we burned down together and I was on cloud nine. I remembered we still had one ecstasy tablet;

"Hey Alan... wanna split that pill?" I looked over at him with an exaggerated visage of innocence and bashfulness, "You know... for a nice ride home."

We were in the middle of bumble-fuck-nowhere anyway and had several more hours to go till we were home.

When out of nowhere, the red and blue lights cut through our car like laser beams. My heart dropped like a stone.

"Shit..." I whispered.

"Don't worry, it'll be cool..." he said as he slowly pulled over and parked.

"Alan, the pill!" I whispered to him and patted his leg on the pocket and I felt it.

He panicked and tried pulling it out to stash in the backseat in our mess. He fumbled nervously and my heart began to race.

Before he could retrieve it, the cop was at our window--how she got there so quick--I still have no idea...

tap tap tap ("licenses and registration" we heard muffled through the glass)

Alan still had his fingers trapped in his pocket and he super awkwardly tried to reach his left hand into his back right pocket to pull out his wallet, looking like an absolute loon...

It was dark and I could barely make out the figure outside our car. She was tall and thin, face shrouded in darkness:

"Roll down the window, chief." She said.

Alan was so nervous he looked like a tangled pretzel of a human and I foolishly reached over to try to lower his window...

"Hey! Stay put, princess! I'll deal with you next!" The officer barked. The latent violence in her voice rising to its tonal surface. "Whaddya got in that pocket there, chief?"

Alan froze, he looked over at me, partially afraid... but mostly just glazed over. Even his "panic" state was never really too excited...

"Uhh, what pocket?" He asked her coyly...

"Don't give me that shit..." she muttered back, "in your front pocket numb nuts!"

Alan didn't budge.

"You know I smell your grass, right?" the officer claimed. "You know what, let's quit the foreplay--step out of the vehicle--both of you!"

We complied.

We circled to the front of our car, lit up by headlights; Alan still with one hand in his front pocket... sheesh...

"Pull it out, chief, and I don't mean your hog..." she ordered.

He pulled out a small, clear baggie with a single blue tablet inside of it.

"Oh, what a surprise..." she prodded, "... don't tell me that's your E.D. meds?" she continued.

Slowly seeing the humor of it all I snapped back at her; "Oh--He doesn't need meds for that, Mama--" when suddenly I felt a jab in my back and she pushed me over onto the hood. All the humor of the moment evaporated, when my chest smashed down on the hood under my weight and some of hers.

THUNK

"Hey!" Alan yelped as the cop pressed her nightstick into my back and I let out a cry, "You're hurting her!"

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it hot shot?" she taunted as she twisted the baton and I whimpered.

Alan twisted his body out of defensive reflex and that was enough to set her off. Instantly, she released me and her hand shot down right into Alan's groin and stayed there.

"Ough!! What the--" and before he could let out another word her hand clenched down onto one of Alan's nuts; I could see it through his cheap, lightweight festie pants; my head, eye-level against the hood.

"Yeeooowwweeeee!!" Alan squealed as she tightened her grip around one of his testicles.

"Hey!! What the fu--" she backhanded me across the face without even turning around and I landed back down on the hood.

THUNK

"Don't even think about it, toots. I'll crush these things if you even budge." she said in an eerily calm voice.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... " Alan danced on his tip toes as he moaned, "Well... you only got one... aaaaEeeEEEyyyyOOOWwWW"

"...What's that wise-guy?"

"Ooohhhhh FFFFfffuuuu--"

She squeezed harder into his nut. I could see her knuckles getting white.

"No--tell me what you said..." she commanded as she twisted her wrist.

"Ahhhh AuGHH!!!"

"TELL ME!!"

"Ah- ah- ah- I said-- ah-- you-- you only got one..."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"

"Uuggghhh Auhhh fuuck... you're squeezing... one... "

"YEAH??" She squeezed harder.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!! YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO CRUSH MY... THINGS..."

...Alan are you fucking serious... I thought to myself.

THUD

The cop swung her baton down between Alan's legs with a dull thunk and he collapsed at her feet; apparently she couldn't hold his entire body weight up by his, albeit ample, left ball. He groaned as he lied in a heap, hands clutching and nursing his aching balls.

The cop slid over to me and whispered in my ear:

"Listen, peach, this--" she swept the pill-baggie across my cheek, "--is a controlled substance. I'm taking you both in."

"He--Hey-- we're not bad folks, we're just-- we're just coming from the festiv--"

CLANK

She slammed the baton down on the hood.

"I know exactly where you punks are coming from. It's the same thing every year..."

click-click-click-click...

"Hey! What the hell!?" I yelped as she cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Well... there's obviously one more thing I gotta do before I put you in my cruiser..."

And the familiar snap of latex gloves rang in my ears like echoes...

"You know--just a quick pat-down, sweet cheeks." She said through a wicked grin that I could feel...

She stood me up and before I could even take a breath I felt the baton between my legs, pushing and grinding against my vulva.

"Nngh!" I whimpered...

"Don't act like you don't like it, bitch..." she whispered into my ear as she lifted the long part of the baton up between my legs.

"Ngh! Wh--" and I felt a cold, leathery hand cover my mouth.

"The more you fight... " her hot breath dripping onto my hear, "...the worse..." as she craned her wrist and pulled, dragging the tip of the baton from the front of my pussy to the back, and up between... "...It'll be, sweet cheeks".

She flicked her wrist twice, bouncing me up from the strikes.

I let out muffled cries into her gloved-hand as she continued tapping the baton against my snatch when Alan stirred.

"H-Hey... what the fuck is wron--"

WHUD

She sent her boot flying into Alan's prone body.

WHUD

"Auughhh!"

I didn't see where her blows landed, but I'm guessing his balls--at least once.

WHUD

"Augh! Ughh!!"

"You shut the fuck up, plums!! I'll be dealing with you next!"

By this point, I could see her; standing over him, digging and grinding the toe of her boot into his groin.

"Ya-know what? Actually..."

And she grabbed him by his poncho and hoisted him up onto his feet, cuffing his hands behind his back and shoving him onto his ass atop the hood of our car.

"There. Now you can watch!" as she jabbed the end of the baton into his nuts again.

"Stop! You're gonna hurt him--" when she grabbed me around the throat and shut me up.

"Listen, sweet thing, if I want you to make sound..." and I felt her hand glide down the small of my back, grab a fist full of ass meat and squeeze... "I'll make you make sound... now spread em!"

"NNnNnngghh!!"

I felt her club slam up between my legs and crush against my pussy. I dry-heaved as she bent me over the hood.

"Mmm... what a lovely view..." she purred, menacingly. I felt her hands groping me and sliding around my inner thighs; my leggings doing little against her probes and attacks.

"Well... I don't see anymore drugs... " she said with a loud CLAP as she spanked me.

"EEep!!" I yelped involuntarily.

"Aww, wasn't that adorable."

My stomach still hurt from her low blows and I couldn't move with my hands locked behind my back. My eyes teary as I faced toward Alan. He mouthed the words, It'll be okay... as my bottom lip quivered.

The cop stepped over to Alan as she gripped the baton with both hands like a crowbar. Before I could blink she was jamming it down into his crotch, over and over.

THUD THUD SQUELCH THUD THUD

"AAaauuUUaaAAuUUuUGJH!!"

"There ya go, Champ!! You're gonna take it!!..."

THUD THUD THUD

"Like a man..."

THUD... THUD... SQUELCH...

Alan groaned and gagged and sputtered as she reached her hand down and placed it in his lap. She slowed down.

"That's it... how ya doin down here, big boy?..." she teased as she massaged and rolled his swollen balls around through his thin trousers.

I could feel my face getting hot. My wrists burned. My pussy throbbed... I watched as this woman groped my man after crushing his testicles with a club repeatedly... My stomach swirled and I felt my asshole clenching involuntarily... I shivered...

"Yeah..." she whispered slowly, "You got a nice set... you can take it for me, right, big guy?" she continued as she leaned her face in closer to his.

I could see his jaw clenching and eyes squeeze shut in a grimace as what I imagine was her squeezing down on his big sore balls.

"Good boy..." she nearly moaned as she patted his thinly clothed nutsack with her gloved hand; the plapping sound of latex reverberating in my mind. I could see the waves of fabric rippling out from his crotch with each strike--his swollen balls compressing and expanding almost rhythmically.

I felt myself in my sweat. Beads running down the backs of my thighs under my leggings. My pelvis still twitching and clenching as she tormented Alan's testicles, like toying with her food.

"Mmmm... yeah... let's see em." She said with the snap of his waist button. The sound of his zipper descending tingling down my spine as I squirmed.

to be continued...

I recently went to a strip club and had three strippers ball bust me separately they each said they have had people ask for it before and it’s not even the weirdest thing they hear one of the girls really liked it she was having fun and even gave me some extra knees as we left the private curtained area. Another one of the dancers was giving me some good squeezes but not nearly as hard as I would’ve liked.

i'm looking for ff1242 user's stories on deviantart (he posted something also on pixiv as ff up user name). They were stories about trampling, shrinking and torture. For example i remember a story of a boy who was mistreated by all the girls of the school for having talked to a popular girl. When she graduate she shrinked the boy and uses him as an insole and tortures him together with sister and mom. One evening she put his balls under her heels so when she step she burst the balls repeatedly.
Another story was about a little brother who was shrinked with a remote control and he was tortured by the sisters and her friends.
I really like to read the stories of this user again, if someone have saved, pls repost or share with me.

When the strong pick on the weak it’s considered to be nature’s universal law proving itself to be real.

When you’re weak, you’re vulnerable. And when you’re vulnerable, you become a target.

But when you’re strong…sometime that leads down a dark path of becoming a numb monster. One who has no mercy.

Itō considerd herself to be one of the cruelest monsters…

"You're not going anywhere, scumbags." The voice was unmistakable—sharp, authoritative, and laced with the promise of a swift end to any trouble that dared to cross her path.

Alessia Itō, known to the LA streets as "Angel Killer," stepped out from the shadows of the alleyway, her piercing red eyes scanning the scene before her.

Two burly thugs had backed a frail-looking man against a dumpster, their fists poised to rain down on his trembling form. Antonio and Vick. Meatheads. Cruel monsters staining mankind.

“Shit! It’s her vick!” Antonio’s brown eyes went wide as his stomach dropped and his heavy hangers clenched in worry.

Her outfit was a blend of urban stealth and practicality—baggy blue jeans that allowed for unrestricted movement, and a tight white long-sleeve shirt with crimson lines snaking down the arms, hugging her athletic frame. The shirt, seemingly innocuous at first glance, was tailored to showcase her ample C-cup breasts, a subtle hint of the fiery spirit that burned within her.

The crimson streaks on her sleeves matched the fiery aura that surrounded her as she walked slowly towards them. Her left hand resting on the hilt of one of her katanas.

"I suggest you walk away," she said, her voice a mix of calmness and steel, "and I won't have to make an example of you two."

The smaller of the two, Antonio, took a step back, sweat beading on his brow. But Vick, the larger and more brazen, sneered and balled his fist, "Why should we? This is our playground, not yours."

The man at the receiving end of their malice cowered, his eyes pleading for salvation. "P-please, I don't have anything," he stuttered, holding up his hands in a feeble attempt to ward them off.

Vick, the larger and crueler of the two, took a sadistic pleasure in his fear. He leaned in close, his hot breath reeking of cheap whiskey. "You should've thought of that before you stepped into our territory," he jeered, his fist flying out like a piston.

But before his knuckles could connect with the man's face, there was a flash of silver and a sudden scream. It was a sight that seemed to defy reality—Alessia's sword, Seraph, had whipped through the air in a graceful arc, cutting Vick's arm cleanly at the elbow. The thug's eyes rolled back in shock and sudden pain, his body convulsing in place he clutched the stump, crimson blood spurting between his trembling fingers.

“W-Wha—!” Vick’s cocky grin was abruptly wiped off his face, replaced by a twisted mask of agony. He stumbled back, his only hand reflexively reaching towards the severed arm on the ground, but Itō didn’t give him a moment to recover.

She spun on the ball of her foot and drove her heel into his parted legs to slam into his hairy nuts with the force of a sledgehammer, the crunch echoing through the alleyway.

“MY BALLLSSS!!!” He screamed, a high-pitched wail that seemed to shatter the very air around them, and crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain.

“Holy shit!!!” Antonio took a step back, his eyes wide with shock and fear. The aura around Itō grew brighter, the red of her eyes seeming to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the night itself.

With a swift and almost casual motion, Itō returned Seraph to its sheath across her back, the crimson light dimming slightly as the blade was hidden from view. But as she did so, something strange happened—Victor’s stump began to glow a faint green, the ragged end sealing over as if it had been a healed scar for years.

The severed arm however remained dead along with his broken balls.

Antonio, seeing his companion’s fate, realized that this wasn’t a typical alleyway scuffle. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a switchblade, its chrome glinting malevolently under the sickly glow of the street lights. He snapped it open with a metallic click that seemed to echo a sound that made the very air tense and heavy.

Itō gaze never wavered from Antonio’s eyes, her expression cold and unyielding. "If you value your puny testicles," she said, her voice like a serrated blade, "you'll drop the knife and leave."

Antonio’s fear was palpable, but his pride was stronger. He sneered and called her a bitch, the words leaving a foul taste in the air. He lunged forward with his switchblade, aiming for her face—the same face that had haunted his dreams since she had first started patrolling these streets.

Since he’s heard the wild insane stories.

The horrible stories of men changed forever…a ballbusting crazy witch.

“DIE!”

But she was faster, much faster.

Her hand shot out like a lightning bolt, catching Antonio’s wrist mid-air. Her grip was like a vice, unyielding and unforgiving, halting the knife just a fraction of an inch from her skin. The blade hovered there, trembling with the effort of his desperate thrust, but it was no match for her superior strength.

She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his soul, and whispered, "Call me that again and I'll make sure you're the one who never has to worry about being called a man."

Antonio’s bravado crumbled under her gaze. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. His eyes darted to Vick, still writhing in agony on the ground, and then back to Itō, searching for a way out.

But Itō wasn’t about to give him one. She tightened her grip on his wrist, twisting his arm and bringing him down to her level. He was forced to look her in the eye, and she could see the flicker of doubt in his gaze. The knife in his hand was forgotten, all his attention on the pain in his trapped limb.

Then with a swift, brutal kick to his fragile nuts, Antonio's knees buckled and he dropped to the ground, his knife clattering against the concrete. The sound of his whimpers was music to her ears, a symphony of sweet victory that resonated through the alley like a bell of justice.

He clutched at his aching orbs , his face a twisted mask of pain, and she stepped back, watching him writhe.

“Thank you Angel!” The victim took that as his cue to escape. He stumbled away, his eyes never leaving her, until he was a distant shadow disappearing into the night.

Only then did she turn her attention back to Antonio, who was now trying to crawl away on all fours.

She crouched down beside him, her voice low and dangerous. "Tell your friends to leave the innocents alone," she warned. "Or I'll be back for more than just a little chat." Her fingers pried between his to grab his left nut outside of his jeans. She pinched and rolled it painfully as he shuddered and kicked. “Nod if you understand.”

“I doooo!!”

“Good. Then I don’t have to break this to help you get it.” She lets his hands take his abused nad back.

As she rose to leave, a sound reached her—Vick's pained laughter, the kind that sent a dark chill up Itō's spine. It was a twisted sound, one that didn't belong in the throes of such pain, and it spoke of a mind that took pleasure in the suffering of others. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing, and he met her gaze with a crazed grin that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

His eyes were a blinding orange and his shadow began to slither up his limp body to force him into a twisted standing stance.

"You think you can just take us down?" Vick's voice was a raspy hiss that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

The shadows coiled around his limbs and grew longer and thinner, its claws stretching out like the tentacles of a malevolent octopus. It wrapped around Vick's severed limb, the claws digging into the flesh with a sickening sound of tearing meat.

The crimson scar from Seraph grew brighter, pulsing in time with the shadowy appendage as it began to pull the arm back towards his body. The flesh on his stump stretched and reformed, knitting itself back into place with a speed that was almost too gruesome to watch.

“That’s not great.” Itō scrunched her nose at the forced merger.

Antonio's eyes were wide with horror as he took in the sight. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but nothing like this. The dark magic that was now coursing through Vick's body was something out of a nightmare, a power that didn't belong in their world of concrete and steel.

It was a force that could only be born in the blackest pits of hell.

“V-Vick?! What the f-fuck is happening?!”

It was a question that was left unanswered as Vick's laughter grew louder, echoing off the alley walls like a demonic choir. It was a sound that made Antonio’s blood run cold.

He knew that he had to get out of here, that he had to warn the others about what had happened to his friend.

But his legs were shaking too much to move.

“You can see that? Welcome to the unveil then,” Itō says with fake enthusiasm, “He’s a curse user. And I’m going to sever his bond with it.”

Smirking at the end It was in that moment of horror that Itō saw an opportunity.

She drew her second katana from her hip, Leonardo, and the alley was suddenly bathed in an eerie blue glow. The air around her crackled with energy, and the shadows grew darker as the sword's fiery aura pushed back the night.

Antonio’s eyes went wide with terror as he watched the blade burn with an otherworldly light. He had heard wild rumors annd stupid whispers of her abilities, but seeing it with his own eyes was something entirely different.

“Tell me Curse, are you hiding in his left nut or the lower hanging right one? I’m pretty sure that’s the one I felt pop first earlier. But if you make it easy for me to kill you then your host won’t have to lose both of them, how does that sound?”

The flames that danced along the edge of the blade were not of this world, and they seemed to speak of a power that could purge even the darkest of souls.

“You sorcerers are nasty flies. Always buzzing around where they’re not wanted. We’ll devour your fat tits after squeezing your soul from your body.”

It was a moment of unparalleled horror for Antonio as he realized what was happening to Vick. The bulge in his shorts grew back, the fabric stretching to contain something that was not of this world. The shadows around them grew denser, seeming to coalesce into a single, malevolent force that was now manifesting in the most primal and terrifying way.

“Hm. Castration it is then.”

It was in this heart-stopping moment that Itō made her move. With a swiftness that seemed to leave no sound, she sprinted towards the monstrous form that was once a man, her eyes locked on the crimson scar where Seraph had once cleaved.

Her legs propelled her off the ground and she soared over a dumpster, a figure of divine retribution in the grimy, neon-lit alley.

As she arced through the air, Leonardo’s blade of pure blue fire roared to life in her hand. The flames licked hungrily at the shadows that surrounded Vick, a stark contrast to the sickly black green aura that emanated from his twisted body.

Her target was clear—the curses most effeced areas, such as the scar where Seraph had once tasted his blood. As she descended, she brought the blade down in a swift, precise motion.

The shadowy fingers that had reattached themselves to Vick’s arm with a disturbing ease were no match for the purifying flame.

They sizzled and retreated as if burnt by holy fire.

But Vick was not as defenseless as he had been moments ago. With a snarl that seemed to shake the very air, he swung his newly reattached arm at her with inhuman speed. The fist, now grotesque and elongated by the curse, connected with a sound that was a cross between a wet smack and a bone-crunching impact.

It sent her flying backward, the wind knocked out of her.

Her chest took the brunt of the blow, the air leaving her lungs in a painful rush as she slammed into the alley wall. The world spun around her, stars exploding in her vision.

The impact sent a shockwave down her spine, and she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder as it dislocated from its socket with a sickening pop.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed away from the wall, her right hand tightening around Leonardo’s hilt. The blade’s blue flames danced and crackled in the air, the light flickering over her face as she glared down at Vick.

The bastard had her leg in his iron tendril grip, his grin widening as he pulled her closer, his eyes alight with the dark power that had consumed him.

Itō’s left hand shot up, swiping Leonardo through the shadowy tendril that connected his arm to his body. The curse shrieked as the flames sliced through the unnatural bond, the shadow retreating with a hiss like a serpent burned by a hot poker.

But it was only a temporary victory—the curse was resilient, its power not easily vanquished.

Her right leg coiled back, the muscles in her thigh tightening as she readied for a strike. It was a move she had practiced countless times, a move that had brought many a man to his knees.

With all the strength she could muster, she SLAMS her sneaker’s toe into Vick’s hanging scrotum, aiming for the very center of his malformed bulge.

CRUNCH The impact was explosive, the sound of crunching nuts echoing through the alley.

”AHHHhhhHhh!!” Vick’s high-pitched scream was like nails on a chalkboard, a shriek that pierced the air and sent the local rats scurrying. His eyes bulged as his grip on her leg loosened, the shadows around his body retreating like a wave pulling back from the shore.

The smell of burning flesh filled the alley as the purifying fire from Leonardo’s blade seared the curse that had taken hold of him.

But Itō wasn’t done yet. With a fluid motion, she tossed the sword high into the night sky, the blue flames trailing after it like a fiery comet. Vick’s gaze followed it, his grin fading into a look of confusion and fear as she took advantage of his distraction.

Her left arm snapped back into place with a satisfying crack, the pain fueling her anger as she threw herself forward. Her fists curled into tight hooks, she slammed into Vick’s ribs with the force of a freight train. Two swift jabs, one after the other, cracked against his side.

The impact was like hitting a brick wall, but she felt something give under the pressure—his ribs, she hoped.

Anticipating his counter, she ducked under the wild swing he threw, her body moving with a liquid grace that belied her bruises and scrapes. He was strong, but she was fast. And she had something he didn’t—the power of being born ball-less.

Her forearm shot up to meet his, the impact jarring but not enough to stop her. She twisted, using his momentum against him, and slammed her elbow into his throat. The sound of cartilage crunching was music to her ears.

He choked and staggered back, giving her the opening she needed.

With a fiery snarl, Itō caught and brought Leonardo down in a swift, two handed, diagonal arc. The blade met with a sound that was half-sizzle, half-scream as it sliced through Vick’s enlarged testicles, the purifying flames devouring the curse that had taken hold of him.

Two large black orbs fell from the gaping wound in his shorts, hitting the ground with a wet thud. The shadows that had been coiling around his body recoiled, the curse's grip on him weakening as the dark magic was purged.

The slimey orbs bounced once before coming to rest in a puddle of shadow and blood, their malevolent energy covered them like steam.

Itō watched the scene unfold with a grim satisfaction. The curse was defeated, for now. She didn’t revel in the gore like other more twisted sorcerers, but she knew that sometimes, justice had to be served with a side of brutality.

She sheathed Leonardo with a practiced ease, the blue flames fading away as the sword returned to its dormant state. Vick passed out as hd toppled over, so Walking over to the twitching orbs on the ground, she felt a strange pull—a remnant of the dark power that had once inhabited them.

“I tried to give your owner a chance guys. Goodbye cursed Nuts…and I’m sorry.” With a firm step, she crushed the first one under her shoe, the shadowy essence seeping fully into the concrete.

The second followed with a similar destructive fate.

POP

The flicker of the TV cast an eerie glow over Darius’s living room, its shadows dancing on the walls like specters summoned from the depths of forgotten nightmares. As one of the cheesy 80’s slasher films blasted, echoing through the living room. Darius, a towering figure with a muscular frame and warm milk chocolate skin, he grabs a handful of popcorn, before chomping down on its buttery goodness. As he chewed his goatee accentuated his chiseled jaw, giving him an air of rugged charm. But it seems as though he wasn’t paying attention to the movie as his legs were spread open letting his large 9.5 inch cock pulse and twitch with each passing second.

Knelt before him, was Peach as she radiated elegance with her dark chocolate skin and striking platinum blonde box braids. The plumpness of her lips formed into a disappointed frown as she looked up at Darius’ twitching and erect cock, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she poked his cock a few times, watching it twitch before moving his cock to the side to look him in the eyes. Darius notices this and lets out a pissed off groan before finally speaking.

“Come on Peach!! We had a deal!” Darius says as he sits up a bit to look back at Peach’s mopey face.

“Yeah… I know bu—“ Peach’s sentence is cut off as Darius grabs her head and forces her down to throat his cock.

The sudden wave of pleasure washed over Darius as Peach’s soft glossy lips bobbed up and down on his cock, making the most sexiest slurping noises any man could hear. But after 15 seconds of getting his cock sucked Peach forces his hands off her head and stops sucking his cock.

“UGH!! Stop with the goddamn hands!! I can suck it mys—“ Peach’s frustration is cut off as Darius quickly claps back.

“Yea yea you can do it yourself blah blah!! Now can you get to sucking or do I have to call an uber?” Darius asks as he starts getting annoyed with Peach’s complaints.

“Ugh…Paul never used his hands when I suc—“ Peach’s sentence is cut off yet again as Darius claps back with another rude remark.

“Well Paul is a fucking loser whose balls got popped!! Now can you PLEASE get to sucking?!” Darius says as he leans back down waiting for Peach’s soft lips to touch his throbbing hard cock.

With a few seconds of silence Peach finally starts sucking his cock again, as she cups his full low hanging balls in one hand, bobbing her head up and down and even swirling her tongue around Darius’ cock head, sending tremors of pleasure through his cock. After 45 seconds of sucking his cock Peach feels Darius large veiny hands grab her head and forced it down, making her deepthroat his cock, a few seconds go by and Peach feels like she’s losing air as he still hasn’t let her head go, so in the heat of the moment she grabs his balls and gives them a flattening squeeze, with a loud—

CRUNCH

Darius lets out a loud scream comedically screaming the same time the jock in the horror movie does as he’s getting murdered. But Darius’ scream is like music to Peach’s ears as her vice like grip tightens more and more, and after 20 seconds of painful squeezing she finally lets his testicles go and storms off outside and slams the door.

“W-Wait… P-Peach!! Oof~ my balls….. GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!!” Darius shouts feeling a wave of emotions but most of all feeling an aching pain in his babymakers.

After 5 seconds of painful silence Darius leans his head back on his couch and lets out a deep breath, now that he’s been blue balled after he was so close to cumming. He couldn’t help but curse himself out for letting his horniness ruin his chances of cumming, it’s been 4 days since he last came because he was specifically waiting for Peach to suck him off until he blew a huge load down her throat.

After a few minutes of reminiscing, Darius dozes off feels to sleep, but an hour later he feels a warm and wet texture around his cock, as he slowly starts to wake up, he can see a figure bobbing up and down on his cock sending pleasure through his barely conscious body.

“P-Peach…? Is that you?” He says as his voice is a little more deeper from now waking up.

The figure doesn’t reply but instead lets out a feminine moan as it stops sucking his cock and starts stroking it before moving down to start sucking his low hanging sperm tanks. Darius had never had his balls so feeling this new tsunami of pleasure made Darius’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a loud moan. But the figure keeps sucking his balls and rolling its tongue around them, feeling the large egg shaped organs, Darius’ vision finally clears and he sees that it’s not Peach that’s sucking his cock, it’s Luna The Sadistic Clown. Fear finally sets in as Darius try’s to get up and escape but he notices his arms and legs are cuffed by a magical force.

Darius feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. But at the same time he’s feeling an intense amount of pleasure from Luna sucking on his balls, with comedic and exaggerated slurping noises, as her hand continues to stroke his leaking cock, and before he knows it he’s about to cum

“A-Ah~ I’m gonna…c-CUMMMMM!!!” Daryl shouts out as Luna continues sucking on his babymakers.

As Darius finishes his sentence Luna looks up at his face and sees his mouth wide open with drool coming from his mouth, his eyes going crossed, and his large restrained hands gripping the couch tighter and tighter. Luna couldn’t help but feel her pussy get drenched as she’s never seen someone so sexy. But as she takes in the sexy view of a boy who’s having the time of his life right now, she immediately stops sucking on his balls and opens her mouth revealing razor sharp teeth with dried blood stains and tiny bits of testicle flesh from her last meal, she bites down on Darius’ balls like they were chocolate easter eggs with a sickening—

CHOMP SQUELCH POP

Darius’ left testicle quickly gives into the nut-crunching bite while his right one still has a bit of fight in it, but feeling the sharp pain in his now mushy testicle Darius lets out a blood curdling scream as he feels his left sperm tank pop in the jaws of Luna, as bloody cum starts spurting out his cock, landing onto her large boobs, but she’s not done just yet as she bites down hard again on his remaining sperm tank with a—

CHOMP CRUNCH

It still doesn’t pop, but she can feel it getting weaker as Darius continues to beg her to stop but all she does is brush her finger across his lips making a shushing noise, as her elongated tongue licks off the bloody cum that landed on her boobs. She looks up at Darius’ face and sees that tears are pouring down his cheeks as the pain is just unbearable to him. But she doesn’t care as she takes his sack out her mouth and says—

“Hm this is one tough NUT to crack~!!” She lets out a maniacal laugh as Darius knows his balls are screwed.

She grabs a sharpening tool and puts it in her mouth as she moves it back and forth against her teeth making them sharper and sharper. After 20 seconds of sharpening them she throws the tool behind her and a loud crash is heard with the comedic cat screeching, to test how sharp her teeth were she pokes them with her finger, drawing a bead of blood.

“Mmmm~ Perfect!!” Luna says in a loud moan as she crouches back down to Darius’ remaining ball.

Feeling her warm breath on his testicle Darius just lays his head back and accepts fate. Seeing him give up so easily makes Luna frown a bit so instead of biting his remaining nut into a mushy mess, she just sends a hard punch into it with a—

CRUNCH

Darius’ eyes widen from the blunt hit as he lets out a choked grunt, before cupping his ball groaning in pain, he then realizes that he isn’t restrained anymore and Luna is nowhere to be seen, the only thing that’s left is a sticky note that says—

“You’re in luck!! I was feeling full!! ;))”

Christmas season was in full swing and Courtney couldn’t be any more thrilled. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she danced to the festive tunes blasting on the speaker. This time of year had always been her favorite filled with joy, cheer, and the warm glow of twinkling lights. This year was no exception, especially since she had convinced Alex to let her go all out on decorating the house, even the outfit she wore was Christmas-themed. 

She was wearing a tiny red velvet dress that had a white fluffy fur trim. The neckline plunged downward showing off Courtney’s full breasts as they jiggled with every happy bounce she made. The way the white fur caressed her cleavage made it impossible not to want to rest your face in her soft and inviting pillows. The dress’s skirt had the same white edging that ended just below her thighs. She wore red and white striped stockings that spiraled up her toned legs turning them into candy canes. To top off the ensemble a tiny Santa’s hat rested on her head with her blonde hair falling in loose curls framing her delicate face

Alex on the other hand had opted for a much more comfortable look by wearing a pair of loose green Sweatpants and an ugly Knitted Christmas sweater. The knitted sweater was slightly on the tight side showing off his skinny but muscular frame. His messy brown hair was hidden under a Santa hat that he had been made to wear.

“Can you help me, Alex?”

Alex saw Courtney stretched out trying to place the star on top of the tree. She was trying to keep balance with her red platform as the chair wobbled beneath her. As she reached higher her skirt rode up giving Alex an excellent view of her red lace panties.

“Sure thing.”

Not missing a opportunity he reached out and firmly grab Courtney’s ass as a way to help support her. She let out a little surprised yelp as his cold hands tightly squeezed her ass cheeks. Courtney continued to do little bunny hops to try to reach but was still unsuccessful. 

“If only these shoes were a few centimeters taller,” Courtney said frustratedly as she jumped up one more time.

Her skirt fully flew up revealing her toned ass peaking out the side of  her tight little panties. Alex leaned closer to her ass as if in a trance. As Courtney landed her sharp heel slammed down on Alex’s balls which were now resting on the chair. HE lurched forward as his scream was muffled between her plump cheeks.

“Whatever you're doing is working Alex.” Said Courtney. She balanced up on her toes causing all her weight pushed down flattening his nuts against the chair as she put the star on the tree. “Wow! It looks beautiful.”

She jumped with joy sending another jolt of pain as she landed on his balls. Alex’s knees buckled as he fell backward taking Courtney with him. She fell backward her thighs straddled around his face while she face-planted straight into Alex’s groin. The vibrations of Alex’s scream tickled Courtney’s pussy.

“Oh! An early Christmas Gift for me.” She said as she rubbed her crotch against Alex’s face. “I might as well give you yours early as well.”

Courtney rubbed Alex’s penis through his sweatpants. Alex’s penis began to twitch as he fought through the throbbing pain. With one swift motion, she pulled down the elastic band of his sweatpants and caught his dick in her mouth as it sprung up.

He began to reciprocate the favor as his hand pulled her panties aside so his tongue had access to her clit. Courtney let out a soft moan as her tongue darted around his tip.

He closed his eyes as her tongue swirled around his cock like a dance. He felt his balls tighten as he was already on the edge. It had now been months since he had finish. He had come close a few weeks ago but the encounter had only left his balls now with a constant ache. All he wanted this year for Christmas was to finally blow his load and as her tongue licked his penis like a candy cane he thought he might finally get his wish.

A knock on the door snapped both of them back to reality.

“Oh, that must be Amber and Brooke.” Courtney said as she disconnected her mouth from his penis with a pop. She let go of Alex’s waistband as it snapped back into his balls with a loud thwack. 

Courtney gracefully climbed off him as her skirt fell back down covering her ass. Alex’s face scrunched up in pain as the pleasure left his body. The ache in his balls was now becoming unbearable and it wasn’t just from the constant walloping they took but also from the denial of release.

“We will have to open out presents later,” she said looking down at him as she licked her lips clean of his precum unaware of his plight. She took a moment to fix her hair and adjust her cleavage in her dress before heading to the door.

 “Merry fucking Christmas to me.” He mumbled through gritted teeth as he rolled over to his side. He couldn’t believe his luck; after months of edging and denial, he was so close to finally releasing his pent-up cum. His testicles felt like two overfilled water balloons ready to burst at any moment. He adjusted his still semi hard dick so it wouldn’t be to noticeable for the guests.

Courtney swung open the door with a cheerful flourish before letting out an excited scream at the sight of her two friends.

“Oh my god! You both look amazing!”

Alex stumbled up behind Courtney still groggy from the whiplash of pleasure to pain. As Alex’s vision cleared he was treated to the sight of Courtney’s two best friends who had both gone all out on their Christmas outfits.

Amber was wearing a brown Swede mini skirt which clung tightly to her ass and a long-sleeved brown button-up crop top. The top 3 buttons had already popped open while the remaining two strained to keep her perky rack contained. Amber had done up her red vibrant hair into a bun with a pair of antlers sitting on top.

Amber bounced into the house giving Courtney a massive hug. Alex watched as the two girls' racks squeezed together. If anyone could rival Courtney’s perfect huge tits it would be Amber. 

Alex turned to Brooke, who was watching the two girls hugging with the same look that Alex had. She had on a white dress that sparkled when it hit a certain light. The top of the dress had a cross-crossing of silky ribbon that formed a corseting effect which pushed her breasts into a perfect display of cleavage. Her long Olive legs popped between the contrast of her pleated skirt and the white furry Ugg boots she was wearing. Her brown hair was braided into two pigtails that bobbed against her shoulders.

Courtney turned to Brooke with another scream as she jumped before giving her a hug

“It’s been too long since I have seen you guys,” Courtney said as she made a pouty face.

“I brought some goodies for both of you.” Said Amber who motioned to Brooke.

Brooke smiled as she lifted a container of gingerbread cookies and passed them to Courtney.

“Wow these smell amazing,” said Alex as he leaned forward to grab one.

Amber quickly slapped his hand away from the cookies with a devilish smile.

“Those aren’t for you but don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you.” 

Amber pulled out a wooden-looking doll from a bag. It was dressed in a short blue Russian dress with large carved breasts. It had a blue drummer's hat on its head and high-heeled clogs on it feet. Its face looked a bit blocky as it looked like it had a large mouth carved into it. 

“Thanks?” Said Alex looking at the doll. “What exactly is it sorry?”

Amber’s eyes light up as if she was waiting for Alex to ask that question.

“It’s a nutcracker!”

Before it clicked in Alex’s brain Amber swung the busty doll straight up into his un expecting crotch. As she slammed down the lever on its back there was a loud sickly crunching sound as the doll's mouth closed around Alex’s soft scrotum. His scream caught in his mouth as his eyes nearly jumped out of his head.

The three girls burst into laughter. Alex jumped trying to pull the feminine nutcracker from his testicles but the mouth had seized up locking tightly around his nuts like a vice.

Realizing it was stuck caused the three girls to go even deeper into hysterics, their laughter echoing off the walls as they watched him hop around like a madman. Courtney was unable to hold it in she had slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles as her eyes watering with delight. Brooke, on the other hand, had to sit down on the couch as her shoulders shook with silent giggles as she tried to keep her composure.

“I can’t get it off!”

With panic in his eyes, he tried to pry it off with his trembling fingers. Alex looked down as if to plead with the inanimate object but The nutcracker remained steadfast only its carved smile gleamed back at him. 

“Come on Alex can’t you take a joke,” Amber said in a mocking tone.

Courtney came to Alex’s aid as she kneeled to inspect Alex’s crotch. She gave the lever a wiggle causing Alex to wince.

“That’s the wrong direction!” Alex shrieked as his voice instantly turned falsetto as the vice tightened around his tender nuts.

“Oops,” Courtney said with a soft chuckle. She leaned closer to have a better look. It was hard to tell but to her, it looked like his sweatpants had been lodged in the nutcracker's teeth. “I think it’s just your pants that are caught in the gears.”

“If you pull down his pants fast enough they might become untangled.” Brooke Piped up who instantly got a death stare from Amber. 

Courtney nodded and quickly yanked down Alex's pants. With one quick motion, Alex’s pants were down by his ankles but the nutcracker stayed securely lodged on his dangling balls. It was like the magic trick where you pull the table cloth but the glasses stay standing.

Courtney leaned closer again to see why the doll didn’t move.

“Oh my god girls, you need to see this.”

Courtney pointed to Alex’s crotch as her voice quivered on the verge of hysterics. Alex’s right testicle was being held tightly between the doll's wooden teeth while his left testicle had been lodged between the gears that opened and closed the nutcracker. The girls all looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

“Wow, Amber you have good aim.” Brooke giggled.

“That nutcracker is good at its job.” Amber chuckled.

“Please can you get it off,” Alex said too afraid to look down. 

“Can’t it just slip off?” Brooke pulled down hard on the nutcracker. Her eyes went wide with surprise as she watched Alex’s ballsack stretch to the limit. 

“Keep pulling Brooke. I think they are about to come off.” Amber said with a smile plastered across her face. 

Brooke looked nervously at Alex as she put all her weight on it. Alex’s voice cracked as he let out a long falsetto note as his knees buckled underneath him.

“You’d be perfect at Christmas caroling now,” Courtney said with a smile. 

Alex’s balls were throbbing now it almost felt like the pain was in his throat. He looked up at the girls with pleading eyes as they circled him. 

“Umm… we might have a problem,” Brooke said as she pointed down at his crotch. Alex's balls were now a very angry red color as they began to swell. His testicles misshaping around the confines of his wooden prison. 

“What if we put something wet on them to loosen them up?” Brooke said.

“That’s a great idea, Brooke. I have some eggnog just over there in a pitcher.” Courtney said pointing over to the coffee table. Brooke bounced away as she came back with a metal pitcher.

Brooke was about to pour the contents over his balls when Alex noticed steam coming from the pitcher.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I don’t think that is eggnog.” Shouted Alex

Brooke abruptly stopped causing a bit of the liquid to splash out onto her hands and Alex's balls. He clenched his teeth in pain as just a tiny splash from the boiling liquid caused him excruciating agony. Alex had to let out a sigh thankful that it was just a tiny bit of the molten beverage against to his sensitive skin rather then the whole pitcher.

“Ouch that really hurt.” Brooke said as she sucked on her burnt finger.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry Brooke but that must have been the coco.” Said Courtney who tended to her friend with concern.

“Well I’m glad I didn’t spill more of it. I love coco.”

“I’ll go get the Eggnog.”

Courtney ran off and returned with another pitcher. Just before  she was about to throw its contents Alex threw up his hands in protest.

“Wait..wait…is that the eggnog this time?” 

Courtney looked into the pitcher to double-check that was indeed the eggnog. With a nod to Alex , she poured the liquid over his balls. Alex let out a sigh of release as the cool liquid soothed his balls. 

“Ok girls I think this will be a 3 way effort. Think all of us need to pull.” Courtney said with authority.

“I want a testicle!” Amber piped up. 

“Ok, you and Brooke each take a ball and I’ll take the nutcracker.” Courtney nodded.

"Do i have to take a testicle." said Brooke. Her face contorted in disgust but she reached down tentatively taking hold of one of Alex’s swollen testicles while Amber grabbed the other one with surprising enthusiasm.

“Ok on the count of…” Courtney was interrupted by Alex letting out a scream as Amber twisted his right testicle. Courtney gave her a quick glare before continuing. “3….2…1… pull!”

The three of them heaved on their respective ends. Courtney pulled on the nutcracker handle while Amber and Brooke tugged at Alex’s swollen balls. The wood of the doll was slick from the eggnog and his skin was hot and tender to their touch. Alex tried to to keep any sense of dignitary he had left as he watched his friends treat his genitals like a tug-of-war rope. With each tug, the wooden teeth dug deeper into his flesh and the gears of the nutcracker seemed to clench tighter around his left nut.

“Come on, girls, just get me out of here” He gritted through clenched teeth.

Amber and Brooke paused their tug-of-war, looking at Courtney for guidance. Courtney’s eyes twinkled as she tried to keep her laughter in check but the sight of Alex’s red swollen balls being squeezed was almost too much to handle, but she managed to compose herself.

“Amber and Brooke you need to pull in the same direction not against each other."

Courtney's voice was filled with mirth as she tried to guide them. With a nod the girls pulled in unison this time. With a loud pop, the nutcracker finally released its grip. Alex fell backward as he lost his balance but was stopped from hitting the floor by both Amber and Brooke. Who had both kept ahold of his balls tightly in his hand. Alex's mouth was wide in a silent scream but nothing came out as he was suspended above the floor by his balls. Brooke looked down at her hand as Alex’s inflated testicle stared back at her.

“Eww!” Brooke said as she quickly dropped Alex’s right ball. Alex's eyes went wide as all his weight was now being put on his left testicle. 

“Oh my God!” Courtney screamed in surprise. “It’s snowing outside.”

The attention instantly withdrew from Alex as the three girls ran outside. Amber still had Alex’s left testicle gripped tightly so he was dragged along as all three girls ran outside. 

The girls Looked out over the porch as the soft snow fell into the backyard. The freezing weather hit the girls' skin causing their nipples to instantly poke through their skimpy clothing. Alex’s scrotum instantly began to shrink with the contact from the cold wind whipping against his exposed neither region. 

“Can you please let go now?” Said Alex his voice horse as his breath was visible. 

Amber smiled as she gave Alex’s testicle a hard squeeze before letting go. Alex crumbled against the cold deck as he felt the chill of the cold surface sting his skin. The pain was so great he just lay on the ground the cold surface somewhat soothing his exposed flesh. 

“Stop being so lazy Alex. You’re missing the beautiful snow,” Courtney said as she grabbed Alex’s shoulder lifting him and causing him to let out a high-pitched yelp. Courtney rolled her eyes at his reaction. “What now?”

“You know how your tongue when it’s wet and cold can stick to things. Well, I think…you know…his.” Brooke said as she pointed down at Alex.

“His nuts are frozen to the porch!!” Said Amber with glee.

Courtney looked down at the sight of Alex’s scrotum stretched to the max. His balls looked blue as there was a thin sheet of ice holding them firmly to the ground.

“Wow, your little guys are really getting in the way today.” Said Courtney with a chuckle.

“Please! Just get them free.” Said Alex completely defeated to have his balls stuck again just moments later.

“I have an idea.” Said Amber as she ran off to the tool shed. 

Brooke and Courtney shrugged wondering why Amber was being so helpful and out of character. A few moments later Amber returned with a pair of garden shears.

“How about these?” Amber said her toothy grin gleaming almost as much as the shears as she snipped them in the air.

“Good thinking Amber,” Brooke said giving her a thumbs up.

“No way!” Alex cried in horror.

“Maybe that’s a Plan B. What if we just try to dislodge them first,” Courtney said as she kicked her pointed shoe into Alex’s balls He let out a cry. 

“Maybe a bit harder!” Said Amber still eagerly holding the shears.

Courtney stomped down with her heeled stiletto trying to chip away at the ice but only bludgeoned Alex’s scrotum.

“Wow, they really are frozen. Brooke your boots are bigger than my shoes. Give them a good kick.” 

Brooke bounced over as she eyed her target. She threw her foot back pointing them at his balls as if she were about to kick a field goal. Her foot swang at lightning-fast speed as it hit its target dead on. Alex’s body convulsed as his balls almost felt like they were going to rip off. 

“Wow, they are really stuck.” Courtney reached down grabbing his balls. As she yanked them up it caused them to stretch like an elastic band. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop! That’s not working.” He said whimpering trying to protect his balls and at the same time wanting them free. 

“Maybe it’s time for Plan B?” Said Brooke.

Before Brooke had finished her sentence Amber was already holding the shears up with excitement.

“What about some warm water or something?” Alex quickly started pitching ideas. Grimacing every time Courtney pulled up on his ballsack.

“We used up all the hot cocoa already?” Brooke said with a shrug. 

Amber made a clipping sound with the shears as she stepped closer.

“Everyone stop!” Said Alex with panic as he tried to stand up but was forced back to his knees as his nuts stopped him.

The three girls paused as they all stared at him watching and waiting.

“I mean they do seem to just get in the way all the time. Why do you need them anyway?” Asked Courtney as she tilted her head. 

“Courtney?” He looked at his girlfriend shocked. “They are a really important part of me. You know that.”

“I mean they look pretty gross to me.” Said Brooke as she pointed at his Balls that had gone a sickly purple. 

“Let’s just cut his snow globes free.” Said Amber taking a step closer.

“Courtney they help me make you feel good. Remember a few weeks ago.”

Courtney smiled and nodded as she bit her lips.

“Can we make a decision either way I’m getting cold.” Said Brooke squeezing her arms together causes her C cups to mound up.

“Ok let’s keep my Boyfriend intact.” Courtney nodded. 

“Thank God!” Alex sighed with relief.

 “They’re turning so many colors, it’s like a Christmas light show down there!” Courtney knelt down beside him, her cold fingers gently probing the icy cage that held his testicles captive.

“Maybe we should just let them thaw out naturally?” Brooke suggested as her teeth chattered from the cold.

“But what if they get frostbite?” Alex exclaimed.

“Wouldn’t that be a festive twist?” Amber smirked under her breath.

“It is getting pretty cold. Maybe we should go inside and think of a plan.” Said Courtney standing up with determination.

“Don’t go anywhere, Alex.” Laughed Amber

Alex looked longingly as the three girls turned their back on  him as the swayed into the house.

“Oh I’ll reheat that coco so we can get warm.” Said Courtney to the girls before closing the door.

Alex sat there on the cold porch with his skin exposed to the elements. His breath was coming in short bursts and his teeth chattered as the cold wind hit his exposed flesh. He looked longingly through the window as the three girls sat around the fireplace cheerfully chatting. Courtney brought them fresh hot coco as they began to sip it as they giggled about something that had nothing to do with his current predicament. It was like they had forgotten about him entirely.

Alex’s mind raced as the cold seeped into his bones. He knew he had to do something, and fast. He tried to inch his way closer to the door, his eyes never leaving the warm glow of the fireplace. With every movement he felt the cold sting of the ice sending a jolt of pain up his spine.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he heard the door creak open and Courtney’s face appeared in the doorway holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"I figured this might help," she said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Alex took a deep breath knowing what had to be done. Giving Courtney a knowing nodded he braced himself.

Without a second thought, Courtney leaned over and gently tipped the steaming cup over his icy testicles. The contrast between the burning liquid and the frigid ice was more than Alex could bear. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a guttural scream ripped from his throat. The hot cocoa instantly melted the ice, freeing his balls, but the pain was indescribable. The searing heat of the liquid seared his skin and the sudden warmth caused his balls to feel like they were on fire.

"All better," Courtney said sweetly  as she stepped aside, allowing him to stumble into the house. 

His eye were on the brink of tears as his breaths came in ragged gasps. Amber and Brooke looked up from their cocoas their faces sparkling with amusement at the sight of his red testicles bouncing as he hobbled into the living room.  Alex’s vision went blurry as he collapsed to the ground motionless.

“Oh, I didn't get finish giving him his Christmas present." Said Courtney sadly as she pouted her soft lips.

She sat at her desk looking over the latest earnings report when she heard a loud knock on the door.

“Come in!” She said.

The door swung open and a young handsome man in an expensive suit swaggered into her office.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked.

“Sit!” She replied.

She gestured to a plush chair located across from her desk. He sauntered over to the chair and sat down.

“So what’s this about Cheryl?” He asked.

She opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a stack of papers and then tapped them with her index finger.

“These are complaints about your behavior from most of the female staff,” she replied.

He scoffed.

“They should feel lucky I pay them any attention at all,” he said.

She slammed her fist on her desk causing him to jump.

“You stupid bastard! Do you realize what you’ve done? You opened this firm up to a dozen lawsuits! I should have you dragged out of here and tossed out on your ass!” She snapped.

The cocky look fell from his face, and he shifted in the chair uncomfortably.

“Look I uh may have gone a little overboard…” he replied.

“A little overboard! You cornered Ms. Oswald and groped her in front of the fucking security camera!” She said.

She stood and stalked over to him he held his hands up as she neared.

“Look I’ll apologize, and I’ll do it in front of everyone will that be enough for you?” He asked.

“Not even close!” She replied.

“Then what do you want from me?” He asked.

“Stand up!” She replied.

“What?” He asked.

“Stand the fuck up!” She replied.

He stood up from the chair standing a full foot taller than her. She looked up at him for a moment before grabbing him by the collar and then slamming her knee into his groin with all her might. He let out a pained whine and doubled over. She took a step back as he clutched his battered manhood.

“If you ever want to work in this town again, you’re going to drop your hands and take it like a man, do you understand me?!” She asked.

He nodded.

“I asked you a fucking question!” She added.

“Yes Ma’am!” He replied.

He took a breath and then stood up straight letting go of his crotch. She took a calming breath and then lashed out slamming the toe of her designer shoes directly into his groin, the impact sending a shock through her leg. He crumpled to the ground clutching himself again. She kicked his legs apart and then jabbed the heel of her shoe into his hands until he let go of himself. Once his crotch was exposed, she landed a few more powerful blows before stomping down on his genitals and grinding the tip of her shoe into his scrotum. He screamed and writhed on the ground though oddly he became erect his member straining the expensive fabric of his suit.

“You really are a degenerate you know that?” She asked.

She lifted her leg and then stomped down on his stiff member with the heel of her shoe. He howled in pain, the dark stain of his sticky seed soaked through his pants near the head of his member. The sight of his foul emission enraged her, her face twisted in rage and started to viciously kick him pummeling his already abused manhood with all over her might. After several minutes she stopped stumbling away and breathing hard sweat dripping from her face.

“Get out!” She said.

He lay on the floor whimpering for a moment before rolling on his side and crawling out of her office. Once the door closed behind her she took another deep breath before returning to her desk and sitting down. She ignored the dampness between her legs as she went back to her reports.

Long time no see! TL;DR - Here's a short story about CB & BB! I recently saw some others discussing the topic and it occurred to me that I'd never written a story involving CB, despite having dabbled with it in real life. I'm no expert. Obviously my interests are more on the BB side of things, but I figured maybe I could try my hand at doing a fun story between a couple who partakes in both. Hope everyone has a good holiday season and happy new year, cheers!

The morning sun poured through the kitchen windows like drizzled honey filling those little squares on waffles. Light caught the sheer, wispy curtains casting a soft glow over the shared laughter of a young couple. Marissa leaned back in her chair, legs stretching lazily under the table, a mischievous glint in her eye as she watched Jesse clear the breakfast dishes. They had only just finished and her boyfriend of three years was quick to clear up any messes.

His broad shoulders flexed as he moved, the loose basketball shorts barely clinging to his hips, each step causing the fabric to shift and outline the generous length beneath. She bit her lip at the sight; not out of shyness, but hunger, desire. “Careful. You keep waltzing around like that, and I might start thinking you’re asking for it," she teased, leaning her chin on her hand.

Jesse glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Asking for-" he paused and looked down before returning his eyes to hers with a smirk. Marissa was insatiable at times, her libido always keeping things charged and fresh between them. "Uh-huh, is that right?” he quipped, stacking the dishes. “Maybe I'll show you a good time, if you stop ogling me long enough to h-!"

Before he could finish, Marissa’s hand lashed out, her knuckles landing a cheeky, backhanded slap to his balls. It wasn’t a full-force shot, but the smack was enough to make Jesse jolt, sucking in a sharp breath as he reflexively leaned forward, the dishes in his hands rattling. "Oough..Fffuck!"

“Oops,” Marissa giggled, her sapphire eyes twinkling with mock innocence as she stood up. She stretched her arms over her head, the hem of Jesse’s oversized shirt riding up to tease the curve of her thighs. “Sorry, babe. Reflex.”

Jesse turned slowly, setting the bowls down on the counter with deliberate care. His expression shifted, a cocky grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened. “Oh, you're going to pay for that one.”

Marissa snorted, sauntering toward the door. “Please, you wouldn’t dare—"

His punch came out of nowhere. Not a full-blown swing, but a quick, precise jab with just enough momentum to smack square against her pussy lips through the thin fabric of the shirt. Marissa froze mid-step, her eyes widening as the sharp sting radiated through her core. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly before she spun around to face him. “Oh, you bastard!”

Jesse leaned against the counter, his grin widening. “What? It was a reflex.”

Marissa narrowed her eyes, the flush in her cheeks giving away more than just irritation. “Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?”

“Clever enough to know you can’t take a hit like I can."

“Oh, is that so?”

The challenge in his voice ignited something in her. Marissa’s lips curled into a slow, devious smile as she stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his.

“Well, if you’re so confident, how about we settle this?”

“Settle what, exactly?”

“A game. You versus me. Toe-to-toe. Mano y mano."

"I don't think that means what you think it means."

"Hush, don't interrupt. It's rude," Marissa shot him a glare. "Let’s see who can take a hit better.” She poked a finger at his chest. “Roshambo.”

Jesse blinked, then let out a low chuckle. “Roshambo? You know that's not what you're thinking it means, right? Unless you actually mean you want to play rock, paper, scissors?"

Marissa's brow furrowed in frustration. “Keep it up and I'll be playing and you'll be spectating from the floor. Are you going to play or not?”

"Alright, fine. But don’t come crying to me when you’re curled up on the floor, begging for mercy.”

“Oh, trust me, babe. I won’t be the one begging.”

As they moved to the living room where they had the most open space, both of them started rearranging the furniture in a way that gave them plenty of room to play. Their playful banter only intensified as they smack-talked one another, the stakes unspoken but palpable. This was a game of bragging rights, after all. He bounced in place as he offered her a cocky smirk. Jesse’s lips quirked in a smirk as his towering body loomed over her, his loose basketball shorts swaying slightly with his shifting stance. Marissa mirrored his grin, her blonde hair falling messily over one shoulder as she adjusted the oversized shirt she wore; his shirt. Jesse rolled his shoulders, his confidence unwavering as he prepared himself for whatever she had in store.

“Ladies first. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” Marissa said with a wicked smile, her leg already sliding back in preparation for the opening strike. She flexed her toes against the carpet, getting a feel for the distance as she eyed him up and down. She took a slow step back, her bare feet curling against the cool carpeted floor. Her eyes flicked down briefly, noting the subtle bounce of his balls beneath the thin material.

Jesse raised a brow, the challenge clear in her voice. “You think you can break me?” He stepped closer, his loose shorts doing little to hide the outline of his cock as it stirred beneath the fabric. Jesse spread his legs slightly, giving her an inviting target as he placed his hands on his hips. “You’re welcome to try.”

“Oh, I plan to. You sure you're ready?”

“Give me your best shot.”

Marissa didn’t hesitate. Having already drawn he leg back, she swung her leg forward, the tops of her toes colliding squarely with Jesse’s balls. The sound cut through the room like those party snappers kids use in the summer, followed immediately by a guttural groan from Jesse.

The pain hit him in waves, radiating outward from his fat nuts and clawing up into his stomach like icy tendrils. The length of his cock had draped over her ankle for a brief moment before she withdrew her foot. His knees buckled slightly, thighs trembling as his cock twitched involuntarily in response. He doubled over just enough to meet Marissa’s gaze, his face pale and glistening with sweat.

“Fuck,” he managed, his voice tight. “You weren’t kidding.”

Marissa giggled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and superiority. She felt a tingle rush through her body, pooling low in her abdomen as her bare toes wiggled slightly, still tingling from the strike. “You’re tougher than I thought,” she admitted, stepping back to give him room. “Your turn.”

Jesse straightened slowly, his breath coming in measured gasps. The lingering ache in his balls sent a shiver up his spine, but beneath the pain, there was a flicker of something else. He shifted, his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his shorts, as her busting of his balls had given him an intoxicating high. The pain serving as twisted fuel for his arousal.

“Alright, let’s see how you handle it.”

Marissa squared her shoulders, spreading her legs slightly in preparation. She kept her eyes on his face, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as anticipation coiled tightly in her core.

Jesse stepped closer, his eyes locking onto the space between her thighs and raised his leg. He thrust his calf forward with a snapping motion, the bridge of his foot striking her mound squarely through the thin material of his shirt. She had tucked the confines of his shirt between her legs to help soften the blow with the cotton, but it did little to avail her of the ache that followed.

Marissa’s gasp was sharp and immediate, her body jolting from the force of the blow. A deep, throbbing ache bloomed between her thighs. The lips of her cunt had felt pinched between his foot and her body, the pain radiating outward in pulsating waves that left her trembling. Marissa's knees buckled slightly as she pressed her thighs together. Her hand instinctively reaching out to steady herself against his chest.

“Shit,” she hissed, her breath shaky as she leaned against him. “That...that was something.”

“Too much?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with genuine care.

Marissa shook her head, her blonde hair brushing against her flushed cheeks. “Not even close.” Her voice was softer now, tinged with a mix of challenge and something deeper. She shifted slightly, her thighs rubbing together as a damp warmth spread between them. Trying to hide the dampening hem of his shirt, she focused herself on something that excited her even further. "It's my turn~!"

She stepped back, her smirk returning as she adjusted her stance. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy.”

Jesse chuckled, though the strain in his voice was evident. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Marissa swung her leg again, this time with more force. Her bare toes crashed into his balls with a dull thud, flattening them against his pelvis. The impact sent a shockwave through his body while his cock twitched violently. He doubled over with a strained groan. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it was a growing heat. His cock throbbed against the confines of his shorts, the fabric dampening slightly as pre-cum leaked from the tip.

Marissa watched him closely, her heart pounding as her arousal built. She felt a rush of power, a heady mix of control and intense desire. She took in his trembling form as if she was watching him strip naked, the sensation of seeing him struggle and remain vulnerable filled her with a warm lust.

“How’s that for a warm-up?” she teased, her voice husky.

“I’d say it’s my turn,” he said, straightening himself up with noticable effort.

Marissa braced herself, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her thighs tense in preparation of Jesse’s retaliation. She smirked, but the quick rise and fall of her chest betrayed her anticipation. Beneath the hem of the oversized shirt, her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, hardened from both the cool air and the surge of pleasure and excitement coursing through her.

Jesse stepped forward, his loose shorts swaying slightly as he positioned himself. His eyes flickered down to Marissa’s legs, catching the subtle sheen of sweat on her inner thighs, a telling sign of her arousal. His cock twitched again, painfully stiff and almost begging for release, but he forced himself to focus.

“What are you waiting for? You scared?”

“You’re the one who’s going to regret this.” He raised his foot deliberately, his big toe brushing lightly against her thigh before thrusting upward with precision.

The flat of his toes collided with her pussy lips, the impact landing hard and flush against her unmistakibly wet mound with a fleshy slap. His big toe dug in a little deep causing Marissa let out a sharp cry. Her hips jerking backward instinctively as the shock of the blow tore through her. The thin material of the shirt offering no real protection, and the force sent a deep, resonating ache radiating to her core.

Her knees trembled, her legs nearly buckling as she pressed her thighs together tightly. A soft whimper escaped her lips, though her hand shot out to steady herself on the back of a nearby chair before she could collapse entirely.

The pain was sharp and throbbing, a fiery pulse that seemed to grip her entire lower half. But beneath the sting, Marissa felt a wave of heat that made her thighs clench tighter. The ache blended with her arousal, each throb amplifying the growing wetness between her legs.

She exhaled shakily, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before reopening to meet Jesse’s. “Not bad, but you’ll have to try harder-.” she began, but was cut off by Jesse slapping the underside of her left tit. She squeaked and scowled at him before turning away. "You little shit!" came her voice, slightly breathless. She straightened slowly, her movements deliberate as she reached down to brush her fingertips over her throbbing mound. Her lips quirked into a small smile.

Jesse raised an eyebrow, noting the way her fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary. He could see the growing wet spot forming on the fabric of his shirt which she wore and felt his own arousal surge in response.

Marissa grinned, her confidence returning as she repositioned herself. Her bare feet felt warm against the floor as she balanced her weight, her eyes fixed on the inviting bulge in his shorts. She could see the outline of his cock pressing insistently against the fabric, the head glistening faintly with pre-cum. "You're going to pay for that one."

She took a deep breath, swinging her leg back before rocketing it forward with all her strength. Her instep crashed into his balls, flattening them against his pelvis with a sickening crunch.

Jesse’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open as a guttural groan escaped him. His entire body tensed, his hands instinctively shooting between his legs over his nuts as he doubled over. The pain was overwhelming, a deep, throbbing ache that spread from his groin up into his stomach, twisting his insides into knots.

His legs quivered, barely able to hold him upright as his cock pulsed wildly, a bead of pre-cum dripping down the tip. The ache was searing, but the sensation of Marissa’s foot connecting with his balls brought with it an electric charge that made his cock throb harder.

Marissa stepped back, watching him intently. Her own body buzzed with energy, her arousal spiking as she saw the raw, visceral reaction she had drawn out of him. She could feel the wetness pooling in her loins, the fabric of his tee clinging to her slick folds as her thighs rubbed together.

“Hot fucking damn... didn’t think I’d get you that good,” she said, her voice laced with sexually-charged satisfaction.

Before Jesse could respond, Marissa surged forward, her movements fueled by lustful desire. She placed her hands on his chest, shoving him back into a sitting position before crawling over him. Her thighs straddled his hips as she pushed him down onto his back, her wet pussy pressing against his abdomen.

Jesse’s eyes widened as Marissa’s hand reached for his waistband. With a boldness fueled by their escalating game, she tugged his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, freeing his throbbing cock and swollen balls.

The sight of his aching, engorged length made her stomach flutter. A fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs, the urge to put his length inside her was strong but she resisted. “Let’s see if these can take another hit,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. She adjusted her position to sit with her back facing him and her legs tracing across his thighs. Lying back and gripping the sides of his thighs for support, she reached up with one hand to squeeze her tit that he'd unceremoniously bapped before.

Jesse swallowed hard, his body tense as he witnessed Marissa maneuvering her feet, her toes brushing lightly against his cock. The teasing touch sent shivers up his spine, his erection twitching in response. “Marissa,” he started, his voice unsteady, “are you—”

His words were cut off as Marissa thrust both her feet skyward before throwing them back down into his lap. Her heels connected with his balls in a perfect, crushing blow that sent Jesse arching off the floor. He nearly bucked her off him, but her grip on his thighs was strong. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain exploded through him, his entire body convulsing from the intensity.

His cock twitched violently, the sensation of her heels grinding into his testicles sounded off alarm bells that signaled RETREAT! to his brain. Yet, the masochistic lust ignited something else, something primal deep within him. Marissa didn’t relent, delivering another heel drop kick that landed with a sharp, wet slap, causing his balls to flatten momentarily against her soles.

Jesse’s head fell back against the floor, his vision swimming as his body succumbed to the overwhelming mix of agony and ecstasy. His cock pulsed hard, a bead of precum spilling from the tip and pooling on his stomach. She slid her body forward just enough to mingle her mound against the slick stream of precum he oozed, allowing their juices to dance together on his well-defined abs.

Marissa let out a low, husky moan, her own body trembling as she felt the impact resonate through her feet. She squeezed her breasts through the fabric of the shirt, her free hand slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to rub furiously at her soaked folds. Marissa whimpered, her toes curling against his thighs as she felt him writhe, reveling in the sight of him beneath her.

“Fuck, Jesse~ I can’t..stop...”

Jesse groaned, his hips bucking slightly as another surge of pain and arousal coursed through him. His balls felt like they were on fire, the dull, throbbing ache consuming him, yet his cock remained rigid, desperate for release. She took her fingers out just long enough to wet his stiff prick in her juices, lathering it up with her pleasure.

“Marissa,” he choked out, his voice strained and desperate. The sides of her feet brushed against his shaft, the soft skin creating a maddening friction that pushed Jesse to the brink. “I—I’m...”

Before he could finish his words of warning, Marissa lifted her feet upward again, this time bringing them back down with enough force to make his eyes bulge out like some comicbook character. Jesse's body tensed, and a powerful, uncontrollable spasm wracked him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, the first shot hitting Marissa squarely on the chest. She gasped, her own orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave as she ground her hips against her hand.

Their cries of pleasure mingled, echoing through the room as they reached their climaxes together. Marissa collapsed back onto the floor, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Jesse lay sprawled beneath her, his body trembling from the aftershocks of release. For several moments, neither of them spoke, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Finally, Marissa broke the silence with a breathless laugh.

“Looks like... we both win."

“Yeah... we might need a rematch, though.”

Marissa smirked, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the sticky mess on her chest. “Oh, definitely.”