"Welcome back to another episode of Ballbusting Encyclopedia," Mia announced with a wicked smile, her voice echoing through the dimly lit studio. "Today, I've decided to go with a classic look," she began. The camera panned down to show her dressed in a sexy schoolgirl uniform, her legs bare and her toenails painted a glossy red. The pleated skirt was short, the kind that would make any teacher's heart race and their hand reach for the ruler.

Mia turned around, giving the audience a full view of her attire. The white blouse was tucked tightly into the pleated skirt, emphasizing her slender waist. She had rolled the sleeves up. "This getup brings out the inner dominatrix in me," she purred. "But enough about me. Let's talk about them," she said, gesturing to the line of men behind her.

"Today's episode is all about versatility," she began, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We're going to explore the art of ballbusting with various types of footwear. From bare feet to high-heeled boots, we'll see which one gives the ultimate kick!" She winked at the camera, a hint of mischief playing on her lips.

The first man stepped forward nervously, his eyes fixed on Mia's bare feet. She took a step closer, the muscles in her thighs flexing slightly. "Ready?" she asked. He nodded. Mia's foot shot up, her toes curling as they connected with his vulnerable package. He grunted, his eyes squeezing shut and his knees buckling slightly. She laughed, the sound sharp and delighted. "Looks like we're starting off with a bang," she quipped, glancing at the camera.

"Good job not falling," she said, patting his shoulder. "Most men don't last that long." She turned to the audience. "Now, let's see what a little padding does." She slipped on a pair of white ankle socks, the fabric stretching over her feet. The men in the line shifted uncomfortably.

The second kick came swift and precise, the sock providing a slight cushion but not enough to dull the impact. He crumpled to the floor, letting out a low moan. Mia's smile grew wider as she stepped over him. She addressed the camera. "Some say socks are a no-go for ballbusting, but as you can see, even with this extra layer, the men still feel the power of a well-placed kick."

Moving on to the next man, Mia slipped her socks off and revealed her bare feet once more. She stepped into a pair of flip flops, the sound of the plastic slapping against the floor echoing through the studio. She gave the audience a sly look. "But let's not forget about the summer staple, the flip flop."

The man in front of her braced himself, his eyes darting from Mia's smirk to the flip flops. He took a deep breath as her foot swung back. The flip flop made a sharp snap as it made contact with his balls, sending a jolt of pain through his body. Despite the agony, he managed to keep his balance, his teeth clenched tightly together. Mia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"Well, aren't you the strong one," she said with sarcasm. "But let's see how you handle these," she continued, pointing to a pair of sandals sitting on a stool beside her. She slid her feet into them, the leather straps wrapping around her ankles. "Now, let's see how your balls fare against the might of sandals," she taunted.

Her leg shot out again, the sandal making a sharp sound as it connected with his groin. This time, he didn't stand a chance. He crumpled to the ground, his hands cupped over his bruised testicles. Mia stepped over him. She bent down, her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse, "How do your balls feel now?" she asked with mock concern.

The man could only whimper in response.

Mia straightened up. "You know, in ancient Greece, women were said to use sandals to floor men in the wrestling pits," she shared with a smirk. "They'd kick their opponents right in the nuts, and the crowd would go wild. It's like a lost art, but I'm bringing it back!"

With the sandals still on her feet, she walked over to the next man in line, a twinkle in her eye as she eyed the next pair of shoes: a set of sleek white sneakers. She sat down on the stool, her skirt riding up to expose even more of her toned thighs, and slipped the sandals off, replacing them with the sneakers. She laced them up tightly, bouncing slightly as she stood to test the feel. "Ah, these are more like it," she murmured.

Turning to the audience, she began to recount a story from her past. "Ever see a jogging bombshell with a gaggle of men following her? It's like a pack of hungry hyenas chasing after a gazelle," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Well, I once saw this gorgeous woman in the park, and she had all the attention. But she didn't like it," Mia continued, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, she turned around and floored the closest guy with a kick to the jewels. I watched from afar, impressed, and knew right then that sneakers were a powerful tool in the ballbusting arsenal."

The man before her was trembling slightly, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. Mia took a step closer, her sneakered foot hovering just below his crotch.

"Now, let's see what these babies can do," she said, tapping her foot against the floor. She took a deep breath, her chest pushing against the fabric of her blouse. Her leg swung back and then shot forward, the toe of the sneaker connecting with his balls with a solid thump.

The man gasped, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, but he remained standing, his hands reflexively reaching for his groin. Mia's eyes lit up with a competitive spark. "Impressive," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine surprise. "But let's not get too comfortable," she added, her smile turning predatory.

Moving on to the next pair of footwear, she slid off the sneakers and revealed a pair of black slip-on shoes. The line of men behind her collectively held their breath. These shoes had a harder, more pointed toe than the sneakers, which could mean even more excruciating pain.

The next kick came swift and deadly, the pointed toe of the slip-on shoe digging into the man's testicles. He let out a high-pitched squeal, his legs giving out beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain, his hands cupping his bruised genitals. Mia looked down at him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. "Hmm, interesting," she said, tilting her head to the side. "It seems the slip-ons pack a bit more punch than the sneakers."

Moving on to the next man, she slipped her feet into a pair of flat shoes, the kind that could be worn with a pencil skirt to the office or out for a night on the town. The men in line exchanged nervous glances. They were all too aware that flats could be almost as painful as heels because they allowed for a more precise and direct hit.

Mia's leg swung back with the grace of a ballet dancer, and she delivered a swift, hard kick. The man before her gritted his teeth, his eyes watering, but he remained standing, his legs wobbling slightly. "Not bad," she said, a hint of admiration in her tone. "But let's see if these can knock you off your feet."

With that, she slipped off the flats and revealed a pair of platform shoes. The men in the line visibly swallowed, their eyes widening at the sight of the thick soles. Platforms could deliver a surprising amount of force, especially with Mia's expertise.

The man took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to come. Mia stepped closer, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how to inflict pain to a pair of testicles. She looked him dead in the eyes, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she wound her leg back, her foot in the platform shoe aimed squarely at his groin.

Her kick was mean and powerful, the platform sole making contact with his balls with a sickening thud that echoed through the studio. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching in agony as he collapsed to the floor, his hands flying to his crotch to protect his bruised manhood. Mia chuckled darkly, watching him squirm before she moved on to the next victim.

"Now, let's try something a bit more... elegant," she said, slipping off the platforms. She reached for a pair of low-heeled shoes that looked deceptively harmless. They were black patent leather with a small, pointed toe, the kind of shoes that could easily be worn under a business skirt or a short dress to a party.

The next man took a step forward, his eyes locked on Mia's new weapon of choice. He was a bit more muscular than the others. Mia stepped closer, her skirt swishing around her thighs as she positioned herself.

"Let's see if your balls can handle a little sophistication," Mia said as she pointed the toe of the low-heeled shoe at the man's crotch. Mia's leg swung back, the leather of her shoe glinting in the studio lights. She took aim and, with a swift and precise motion, brought her foot up, the pointed toe of the shoe connecting with his testicles. The man's eyes widened, and his body stiffened like a board before crumpling to the ground.

"Well, that was disappointing," she said, feigning boredom. "I thought you'd last longer than that." The man groaned, curled into a fetal position. Mia's smile grew wider. She bent down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Don't worry, I've got something special for you," she whispered.

She placed the man's testicles under the heel of her right shoe, digging into the sensitive skin. She pressed down, increasing the pressure slowly, watching as his face contorted in pain.

"Please," he gasped, his voice strained and desperate. "No more." His eyes were watering, and his cheeks had gone pale.

Mia just chuckled, her grip on his chin tightening. "What's the point of wearing heels if I can't use them to their full potential?" she asked with sarcasm. She wiggled her foot, the leather of her low-heeled shoe pressing deeper into his balls. "Besides, it's like they were made for this."

She turned to the camera. "What's the point of heels if we don't get to crush a man's balls under them?" Her question was met with a mix of pained moans from the man on the floor. Mia loved it. She lived for this, the power to reduce grown men to quivering wrecks with nothing but her foot and the right pair of shoes.

Her heel ground into his balls, the pressure increasing steadily. The man's face grew redder, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a silent plea for mercy.

"You know what's great about these low heels?" Mia asked. "They're like a gateway to pain. Just enough to get you started before we move on to the big guns." She cranked up the pressure, watching the veins in his neck bulge as he tried to withstand the agony.

The man's body tensed. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a strangled scream. Mia felt the power rushing through her, her heart beating faster as she watched him struggle beneath her shoe. With a final grunt, she applied enough force to make him pass out cold. His body went limp, and she stepped away, her shoe leaving a red imprint on his bruised and swollen testicles.

"Looks like I've found his limit," she said to the camera. "But fear not, there's always more to explore." She stepped away from the unconscious man, her skirt swaying as she strutted over to the next pair of shoes.

The anticipation in the room grew palpable as Mia revealed a pair of towering black high heels. The stilettos looked like they could skewer a man's soul, let alone his testicles. The remaining four men trembled visibly, their fear potent with arousal and dread.

Mia took her time slipping her feet into the heels, enjoying the way they hugged her arches and elongated her legs. She stood up, her posture impeccable, and took a few steps to test their comfort. Each step was a promise of pain, the sharp stiletto tips tapping against the floor like the ticking of a doomsday clock.

"Now, these are the real deal," she said. "These are the kind of shoes that say 'Your balls are in serious trouble.'" She twirled around, the skirt of her schoolgirl uniform fluttering around her thighs. "But the best part is, no matter how much I enjoy this, I'll never truly understand the agony they're about to feel," Mia said with malicious glee. "You see, I'm just a girl. And no matter how much I kick, I'll never know the full extent of the pain because I don't have a pair of balls."

The man at the front of the line took a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on the deadly heels. Mia stepped closer, her stiletto heels clicking menacingly.

"Let's see how these babies feel," she murmured, raising her foot. The man's eyes grew wide as saucers, his gaze locked on the foot that was about to bust him. With a swift, powerful motion, Mia brought her foot up and slammed it into his groin.

The impact was explosive, the toe of her shoe driving into his tender flesh. He let out a scream that could shatter glass, his body convulsing as the pain ripped through him like a lightning bolt.

"Oh, that's a good one," Mia cooed, watching with delight as he writhed on the floor. "Look at you, writing in agony," she said with a chuckle. She stepped closer, her heel digging into the hardwood floor. "You know, it's quite fascinating how much pain the male body can endure down there. It's like a never-ending source of entertainment for me," she mused.

The next man in line took a step forward, his eyes glued to Mia's stilettos.

"Ready for your turn?" Mia asked with smile. But the glint in her eye betrayed the sadistic intent behind her words. Without waiting for his response, she kicked him swiftly, the pointed toe of her shoe sinking into his balls with the precision of a knife plunging into a watermelon. The man's face went from anticipation to agony in a heartbeat. He crumpled to the ground, his hands immediately flying to his crotch as he rolled into a fetal position.

Mia chuckled at his plight, watching with sadistic amusement as the color drained from his cheeks. "Don't worry, boys," she addressed the camera, winking. "I haven't forgotten about the heel." She stepped back, giving the audience a moment to absorb the scene before her.

Turning to the two men on the floor, she announced, "Alright, I've got a little challenge for you two." She tapped the tip of her stiletto on the ground, the sharp click resonating through the studio. "The first one of you to finish... by sliding your little friend between the heel and the sole of these babies," she said, pointing to her shoes, "is free and safe from any further pain. But," she added with a wicked smile, "the one who finishes last... well, gets a special prize."

With surprising speed, they both crawled to Mia's feet, their eyes never leaving her shoes. They peeled off their boxer briefs, their soft cocks already beginning to stir as they slid them under her shoes. Mia's eyes danced with excitement as she watched them, her breath hitching slightly as they began to move their hips, humping her shoes in a desperate bid to claim victory.

Both men, still groaning from the initial assault of the stilettos, wrapped their arms around her thighs, their cheeks pressed against her skin. Their cocks, now half-hard, slid between the heels and the soles of her shoes. They gritted their teeth, pushing through the pain as they thrust upward. Despite the agony, they were driven by a strange mix of desperation and arousal.

Mia looked down at them, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched their pathetic display. "It's like watching a pair of slugs race," she said with amusement. She leaned back slightly, allowing them more access, her hands on her hips.

The two men on the floor were grimacing with each movement, their eyes tightly shut as they tried to ignore the pain in their balls. The sound of their desperate gasps filled the air, mingling with the occasional whimpers and grunts.

"Oh, you're both so eager," Mia said with sarcasm. "It's like watching a pair of dogs fighting for the same bone, except the bone is my shoe and the prize is the sweet release from pain." She laughed, watching them squirm and thrust against her heels. "But remember, only one of you gets to win this round. The other will get to experience the full force of my high-heeled wrath."

The sound of skin sliding against leather filled the room as they both increased their pace. Mia saw the first man's cock start to pulse and twitch under her right shoe, his body tensing. "Looks like someone's about to make a mess," she said with a wink. "Better hurry up, the race is almost over."

Her words seemed to spur him on, and with a final, desperate thrust, he let out a muffled groan, his hot seed spurting out to cover the floor. He collapsed back, his eyes glazed over, a look of both relief and defeat etched on his face. Mia raised an eyebrow at his performance, then turned her attention to the man under her left shoe.

The second contestant's breathing grew more ragged as he watched his competitor's victory. He tried to push harder, his cock slipping and sliding against the unforgiving leather of Mia's stiletto. But she wasn't going to make it that easy for him. With a sudden, brutal movement, she pushed him away with her leg, sending him sprawling onto his back.

His testicles, already bruised and swollen from the earlier kick, were now fully exposed, resting on the cold, hard floor. Mia looked down at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Looks like you're going to get that special prize after all," she said, her voice a sweet blend of amusement and sadism. She took a step closer, placing the heel of her left shoe directly over his left testicle.

The man's eyes widened in horror as he felt the pressure of the stiletto pressing into his already tender flesh. Mia leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against her blouse, the buttons straining to hold. She ground her heel down, the sharp point digging into his orb. He bit his lip, trying to muffle his screams, but a strangled cry still escaped his mouth. His cock, still fully erected, throbbed in time with his racing heartbeat, the pain and humiliation turning his arousal into a twisted masochistic delight.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't crush it. I'll do anything."

Mia's smile grew even wider as she heard his plea. She loved it when they begged. It made the power she had over them all the more delicious. "Oh, you want me to spare your left nut?" she cooed.

The man nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving the heel of her shoe.

"Okay, I'll spare it," Mia said with mock sweetness. "But only if you can manage to cum for me while I give it a little... squeeze," she added, pressing down slightly on his left testicle.

The man's eyes went wild with panic and pain, but he knew he had no choice. With a trembling hand, he started to jerk off his erect cock, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on anything but the pressure beneath Mia's shoe. His hand moved rapidly, a blur of motion as he desperately sought relief from the agony in his balls.

Mia watched him with a mix of amusement and disgust, her heel pressing down harder with every passing second. "Faster," she urged. "I don't have all day to wait for you to spray your pathetic seed."

The man's strokes grew more frantic, and with a final, agonized groan, he shot his load, the hot spurts of cum landing on his own chest. She couldn't help but laugh, the sound cold and cruel, as she finally removed her heel from his testicle.

"That was fast," Mia said as she looked down at the man. "But let's not get too excited. You're not off the hook just yet." With that, she delivered one last kick, her high-heeled shoe connecting with his balls with a sickening squelch. The man's body jerked violently, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lost consciousness.

Mia turned to the last two men, who were both standing with their cocks rock hard from the display before them. She took a moment to appreciate the sight, the thrill of power coursing through her veins. These men were putty in her hands, their bodies responding to her every whim, no matter how much pain she inflicted.

"Alright, you two," she said, her voice like a whip crack. "Lose the underwear. Let's see what you're really packing." The men exchanged nervous glances but complied, their hands trembling as they pushed the tight fabric down their legs.

Mia's eyes scanned over their naked forms. She bit her lower lip at the sight of their erections, noticing that one of them had balls the size of oranges. Her stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and cruel anticipation. "You," she pointed at the man with the larger package. "Step up. I think I've found my next challenge."

The man looked at her with a mix of fear and arousal, his cock bobbing slightly as he took his place. She turned to the audience, her hands on her hips, and announced, "It's time to bring out the big guns. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the grand finale of today's episode: the high-heeled boots."

Mia strutted over to the rack, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew she held all the power. She reached for the last pair of shoes, a set of black boots that hugged her legs all the way up to her knees. She took her sweet time pulling them on, savoring the feeling of the leather against her skin. The boots had a stiletto heel that was at least five inches tall, the ultimate weapon in her ballbusting collection.

The man with the large testicles took a step back, his eyes darting from the boots to Mia's face. He knew what was coming, and the fear was written all over his expression. Mia stepped closer, her boots clicking against the floor like the approach of doom. She raised her leg, her foot aimed directly at his crotch.

The kick was brutal and merciless, the pointed toe of her boot driving into his testicles like a piston. The man's knees buckled, and he let out a guttural roar that echoed through the studio. Mia didn't miss a beat. As he crumpled to his knees, she took the opportunity to push him down, making sure he landed on his back, his legs splayed out in front of her like a sacrificial offering.

With a grace that belied her sadistic intentions, Mia straddled his chest, her skirt riding up to expose her firm, toned thighs. She lowered herself down, the leather of her high-heeled boots grazing the sensitive skin of his crotch. The man's eyes widened in horror as he realized she wasn't done with him yet.

"Remember the Trample Kick from episode 1?" she asked the camera with excitement. "Where I crushed a man's balls under my feet while wearing my sexy yoga shorts and blue sports bra? That was quite the fan favorite, wasn't it?" She looked back down at the man beneath her, his face twisted with fear. "Well, I thought we'd give it another go today, but with heels instead of my soles," she said with a wink.

Without further warning, Mia began to slam her heels into his balls, one after the other, with a rhythm that was almost musical. The man's body jerked with each impact, his face jeering with  pain. She started slowly, enjoying the way his penis bounced as she kicked, and gradually picked up the pace.

The sound of leather on skin filled the room, punctuated by the man's increasingly desperate moans. His cock grew softer with every kick.

"Look at it shrink," Mia taunted, her eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure as she observed his penis. "It's like watching a balloon lose air. What's the matter, sweetie? Can't take a few kicks to the nuts?" She paused her relentless assault, allowing him a brief respite to process her words.

"Don't worry, I'll keep going until it's as soft as a baby's cheek," she murmured. She brought her heel down again, and he screamed, his back arching off the floor. His cock bobbed with the force of the kick, visibly losing its erection.

Mia's eyes gleamed as she watched his body's response. She kicked him a few more times, her boot connecting with a wet thud each time. She could feel the give of his testicles beneath the leather, a reminder of their fragility. His penis grew limper with every impact, and she took a twisted delight in watching his arousal turn to agony.

"Almost there," she cooed, her voice a mix of sweetness and sadism. "Just a few more." She slammed her heel down again, and again, her heels moving like a piston, driving into his groin with calculated precision. His cock jerked with each blow, but the hardness drained from it like the life from a dying flame.

The man's moans grew weaker, his body trembling beneath her. Mia's eyes gleamed with triumph as she watched the once-proud erection wither to nothing. "That's it," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Your manhood has met its match in the form of my stiletto." She kicked him one more time, the force behind it causing his penis to flop to the side like a limp ragdoll.

Breathing heavily, she climbed off him, her own arousal building with every second of his pain. She took a moment to appreciate the view: his cock, now a sad, flaccid mess, and his balls, which she'd turned from oranges to grapefruits.

"It's a shame I wasn't able to squeeze the juice out of these bad boys," she quipped. "But, oh well, there's always next time." She stepped over to the final contestant, who was sweating and visibly shaking, his erection still standing tall despite the horror he'd just witnessed.

Without warning, she slammed her left knee into the man's groin with the force of a cannonball.

The man's eyes bulged, his mouth opening wide in a silent scream as the air was driven from his lungs. His legs gave out from under him, and he crumpled to his knees, his hands flying to his crotch. Mia felt the impact reverberate through her own body, the thud of flesh on bone echoing in her ears. The power was exhilarating, and she reveled in it.

"Now, now," she chided. "Let's not ruin the moment." She stepped closer to him, her high-heeled boots clicking against the floor. "Take your hands away," she ordered. The man looked up at her with a mix of pain and desperation, his eyes pleading.

Slowly, he did as he was told, revealing his swollen testicles and stiff erection. Mia's eyes sparkled with glee as she took in the sight, her hand instinctively moving to her chest to caress her breasts through the tight fabric of her blouse. She could feel her nipples stiffening against the lacy confines of her bra, a direct response to the power she had over these men.

"Good boy," she cooed, her pointed toe coming to rest at the base of his cock. With a wicked smirk, she pressed down slightly, the tip of her stiletto touching his sensitive cockhead. He let out a whimper, his body jolting with the sudden pressure.

Mia began to grind her heel into the floor, the friction causing the man's cock to slide back and forth over the cool, hard surface. His eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to process the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his body. Each movement was deliberate and calculated, her sadistic intent clear as she watched his reactions.

"You like that?" she taunted. "You want more?" The man's hands shot up to her ankle, his fingers digging in desperately as he tried to control the motion. Mia just chuckled and stepped harder, the heel of her boot pressing harder into his cockhead.

His erection pulsed and throbbed, the veins standing out in stark relief against the pale flesh. Each grind of her heel sent shockwaves of sensation through his body, the pain in his balls only serving to heighten the pleasure. Mia could see his cock jerking under her shoe, the warmth of his precum coating the floor.

With a cruel smile, she ground her heel harder, her eyes locked on his face as she watched him struggle not to pass out from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes met hers, his mouth open in a silent scream. He was so close, she could almost taste his desperation.

Mia felt a rush of excitement, her own breath quickening. She knew he was going to cum soon, and the thought of it had her own sex soaking wet.

With a final, brutal grind, she pushed him over the edge. His cock swelled and pulsed, and she watched in satisfaction as the first rope of cum shot out from the tip, landing on the floor with a wet splat. She didn't ease up, keeping the pressure firm on his cockhead as he continued to spurt, his entire body shaking with the intensity of his climax.

As the last drops fell from his now-softening cock, Mia couldn't help but laugh. "What a performance," she said with a smirk. She stepped away, her boots coming down hard on the puddle of semen on the floor. She twisted her foot, smearing it around with a sadistic glee. "But what's this?" she feigned surprise. "It seems like you've made a bit of a mess."

Without warning, she grabbed the man by the hair and yanked him to his feet. He swayed, his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm she'd forced upon him.

"Look what you've done," she said, gesturing to the mess on the floor. "You've gotten my boots all dirty." She raised her foot, the heel gleaming with the sticky remnants of his release.

With a cruel laugh, she brought her boot back and slammed it into his crotch, the cum acting as a lubricant as the boot sliced through the air and connected with his already bruised and swollen balls.

The man's legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, his balls now covered with a sticky mess of his own making. The pain was so intense that he could barely see straight, his vision swimming with stars. His entire body was one giant cramp, every muscle clenched in agony.

Mia stepped away, the slickness of his cum on the floor making her boots squelch with every step. She took a moment to survey her handiwork, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern. "It seems like you've had quite the... messy experience." She chuckled to herself, watching the defeated man on the ground, his hands still clutching his bruised balls. "I guess I really know how to ruin a good orgasm, huh?"

With grace, she spun on her heel, her skirt flaring out to reveal even more of her toned thighs. She turned to the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But before we wrap up today's episode of Ballbusting Encyclopedia," she said. "I just wanted to remind you all to hit that like button, subscribe to my channel, and don't forget to turn on notifications so you never miss a single second of the action."

Her gaze swept over the defeated men scattered across the floor, each one in various stages of recovery. Some were still unconscious, while others were slowly pushing themselves into sitting positions, cradling their wounded groins. The sight brought a fresh wave of satisfaction to Mia. She'd proven once again that she was the queen of ballbusting, leaving a trail of bruised and broken men in her wake.

Thank you to everyone who has commented so far, it’s really encouraging and hopefully my writing is improving. In case you missed out on the story so far:

Part 1 - Femboi busted by two chav girls: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/iec71k0kCB

Part 2 - Femboi busted by friends Mum: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/3TYyPxq1rX

The door burst open and I tore my lips away from hers to see who was there.

It was Tom, my best friend. My mind raced as to an excuse of why I would be sat there fingering his Mum while she was massaging my balls, but understandably it was exactly what it looked like.

"No no no...." Tom cried, "Not my Mum!". Mrs Wilde screeched "What are you doing home?!" "I came back to get my power bank" he peeved. He looked like an absolute rockstar in his festival outfit: big goth books, some shiny black pvc trousers and a see through black fishnet top, which showed off his abs. He was way taller than me at about 6ft, and had long dyed black hair. He was wearing thick guyliner and eyeshadow to complete his look. He dragged me off of her and into his room "We need to have a talk Zac" Once in his room he shut the door before aggressively pushing me against it. "You b*stard!" he growled, tears starting to well in his eyes. I've been friends with him for years but never seen him this mad before. His hands were at my throat, his body pressed hard against mine. I wasn't sure how to react or what to say, then I felt it. The worst pain I've ever felt in my nads. He slammed his knee hard up into my sensitive nuts. It was way harder than any of the girls had done it. I actually felt them go back inside my body, then 'plop' back down. I tried to fall to the floor but he was holding me up bu my throat. Bam! Another knee, hard up into my bollocks. I started to cry in pain.

"She's my Mum!" he snarled, kneeing me again. I couldn't take this, I just wanted to pass out. "plea..." I started to beg "I hate you!" he said as he slammed his rock hard knee into my crotch for a fourth time. It was such an odd sensation, his knee was rock hard, but the shiny latex trousers felt soft on my bare balls. I was so numb down there I hadn't realised that I'd actually grown a boner from his knees. I was so close to cumming when Mrs Wilde was massaging my balls, I'd been on edge since.

"If I go back to the festival now, I know you're just going to fuck my Mum aren't you?" I was in too much pain to actually respond. "Won't you!" he screamed, driving his knee hard into my soft balls once again. This time holding his knee there, grinding my balls into my abdomen. "Well I'm going to make sure you cant" he announced. Shit, is he actually gonna destroy my balls?

With his shiny knee still pulverising my tender eggs, I couldn't believe what I felt next. His soft fingers gently traced over the head of my rock hard dick and then sensually all over my shaft. "What? What are you doing mate?" I asked, totally confused. "I'm making sure you won't fuck my Mum" he said smugly as his soft hand completely enveloped my hard on, and he started softly wanking me off. "But, but we're friends" I gasped. He didn't respond, he was concentrating deeply on sensually octopussing his fingers over my tip. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna...." I squeaked. A smile grew across his black lipstick lined lips, and he started vibrating his knee hard into my bollocks.

It was too late. I'd been so close for so long. My body started to convulse in the most insensive orgasm I'd ever felt. My balls tightened as every last drop was drained from them. As they tightened, his thigh pushed them fully inside me with a little 'pop'.

I fell to the floor, my hands cupping my empty sack. Toms black trousers were completely covered in my white cum, which was streaked with traces of blood. "You won't be fucking anyone anytime soon" he laughed, walking out and purposefully wiping his cum covered thigh against my hair as he sauntered past.

[it's been so much fun writing these three parts this weekend, let me know if you want more! I know @TeddyBearSubby want to see a return of the chav girls!

Contains: >!castration threat, sph, chastity, public nudity!<

“Alright, here’s your key, you two lovebirds. Have fun and remember, boy,” the stern clerk said to the man, “just because she’s about to unlock your weewee doesn’t mean you can just ignore her needs, understood? Make sure your fiancé is satisfied before you ever put that puny thing near her.”

“Of course, thank you so much!”

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment more but when he didn’t argue, she turned to his fiancé. “He’s had his orientation, right?”

“Yes, everything is like we stated in the form about his precoital training.” She was nervously fingering the key she’d just been handed. “He’s been reviewing why penile control is necessary and good, he’s been rehearsing how to make me cum with his tongue, uhm, I kneed him in the balls a lot to decrease chances of him spurting prematurely…”

“Alright, alright, just checking one last time. Gaining ownership of a new dick is a lot of responsibility, after all. Well, head off then, dear. Have fun and try not to make a mess!”

The clerk watched the young couple hurry out of the Government Penile Agency – or the cockcentre, as people informally called it – whispering to each other excitedly. She shook her head and smiled, giving the information on their application one last glance. “Ten and a half inches, eh… lucky girl…” Then, she pressed a button, and a bell rang somewhere. The counter on the wall behind her ticked up by one.

Kevin’s number had finally come up.

He quickly walked up to the clerk’s booth. On the wall behind her, one poster showed a cat hanging from a branch with the caption ‘Hang in there!’ written underneath it. The other was a typical PSA poster that the Ministry of Penile Control handed out like candy. It showed a cartoon woman dressed as a teacher stepping on the balls of a comically large, disembodied penis that was crying. It said ‘Prevent male hysteria! Keep peenie locked and ballsy busted!’

The clerk looked him over dismissively. She was kind of hot, in a stern teacher sort of way. Her blond hair was tied back in a bun, and she peered at him over smart half-moon glasses. On her chest, right next to her cleavage, was a name tag that said he was talking to Rachel.

“What are you here for, boy?”

Kevin came prepared. He wordlessly handed over a yellow form. Rachel took it, barely glanced at it and started laughing. People all around him frowned and smirked at Kevin, not sure what was so funny but naturally being amused by the clerk’s mirth.

From one of the booths next to her, a colleague looked over. “What’s got you in such a good mood, Rachel?” In lieu of an answer, Rachel just held up Kevin’s form. Immediately, the other woman started laughing as well. “Aaah, been a while since you’ve had a wanker’s application!”

“E-excuse me?” Kevin asked. People around him were now tittering along with Rachel.

“A wanker’s application! You know, form 32-F/1? ‘Application for temporary penile release for the purpose of ejaculation due to poor outlook of short- to medium-term vaginal entry’. People also call it the ‘pussyfree loser’ application, if you prefer that?” Rachel’s colleague was having a grand old time teasing Kevin.

“T-that’s not…! I mean, I’m not a-”

“Oh please, we all know if you were getting any, you wouldn’t be applying to have your wiener unlocked. Men that get pussy don’t stroke their dicks – they just fuck pussy. Let me guess, you hid a lingerie catalogue under your pillow so you can go home and finger your willy the minute we unlock it?”

“N-no! I need to be released for, uh, medical reasons and I don’t appreciate how-”

This time, Rachel interrupted him. “Swimsuit catalogue then. Lots of busty bikini babes, hm?”

Kevin gasped. “H-how did you…?”

Rachel just smiled. “It was either one of those two or pornographic contraband from before women started controlling penises the world over. You’re lucky it wasn’t that, little pervert. If I suspected you had porn at home, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting to rub your little mushroom ever again.”

Kevin swallowed audibly. He could have got snipped just for that? Maybe doing this the day after his 23rd birthday wasn’t such a good idea after all.

He had lied to his mother and told her he would go out and get a new game with his birthday money when he actually wanted to get unlocked for one whole, blissful day. Now that he was 23, he could apply without his mother’s or his girlfriend’s consent – if he had one.

“Very well, present your appendage, boy, so I can log your application and start the process.”

“H-here?”

“Of course, here. Don’t be daft, you know full well I have to scan the code on your peenie. Not to mention,” Rachel said with a smirk, “all these people already heard you’re here so you can get your penis out and rub it all day. They already know you aren’t getting any pussy. Seeing your chastity cage is hardly any worse, now, is it?”

Giggling from behind him told Kevin the clerk was spot on. With blushing cheeks, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled up his shirt and walked forward. The edges of his chastity cage clicked into place as he pressed it against the inspection port in the glass, right in front of the clerk. Until she unlocked him, he was now stuck here, his chastity cage and balls ready to be inspected while he was mooning the entire room.

“Mhmm, let’s see here…” Rachel said. “Freshly shaved and cleaned as well. Mummy made sure you leave the house with a clean willy this morning, huh?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Kevin asked and closed his eyes, not daring to look at the clerk or anyone else in the room.

He felt Rachel seize his right nut with two fingers, pinching it. “Balls are… very full, my goodness. You’ve been really looking forward to this, haven’t you? You little wanker. How long has it been since mummy last let you spurt?” Kevin mumbled something that was impossible to understand. “Speak up, boy, you haven’t been allowed to cum in how long?”

“Eight months…”

Rachel whistled. “Eight months without getting to cum, huh? That’s a long time, especially for a young man like you. I couldn’t imagine going even a whole week without.”

“Neither could I,” Rachel’s colleague shouted from her booth. “No wonder the boy is desperate enough to walk in here with a wanker’s application. Your balls must be overflowing. Mind you don’t drip on the floor, darling!”

Kevin was almost about to be offended again when Rachel squeezed her fingers together, Kevin’s poor gonad getting squished in-between. He quickly nodded.

“I bet mummy doesn’t know her son woke up bright and early so he can get his wiener unlocked… Can you believe this, Martha? 23 years old and lining up at a Penile Agency, hoping we allow him to play with this little worm.”

Her colleague poked her head out of her cubicle again, sharing a commiserating look with Rachel. “You know what they say about today’s youth. Nothing on their mind but the next time they get to spank the monkey. And the girls can’t get any proper dick because of it because they’re busy teaching their balls a lesson all day and night.”

“They do? Well, maybe they deserve it if they’re all obsessed with their willies like this one. Maybe boys these days need to get their goolies smashed harder,” Rachel said.

“U-uhm, do you need anything else from me? Or c-could you at least let go of my ball?” Kevin asked, face scrunched up in pain.

Rachel turned back to Kevin with agonizingly slow movements, her fingers still pinching his right testicle. Her hand shook slightly with the effort of squashing the gonad, knocking over a row of rubber stamps on her desk doing so. “Just a moment, boy. Your chastity cage has your ID number, I need to note down the number on your little penis prison. If I hurry and make a mistake, we’re going to have to start again.” She put his gonad against the table, pressing two fingers into it with real force now. Nut pain made Kevin spasm, and stars started dancing in his vision. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want that, right?”

“N-no! No!”

“Good. Then hold still while I write the number down.” Rachel put the stamps back in their place, then took out a pen and another form and slowly transferred the number on his chastity device onto the paper. The whole time she pressed his nut against the table. After what felt like ten minutes, she finally put the pen down and then looked up his ID in her computer. She typed excruciatingly slow with just one hand.

A giggle let Kevin know she had found him. “Ooh, three and a half inches, huh? Yeah, a wanker is all you’ll ever be… Alright, there we go, everything is nice and orderly. I double and triple-checked your number to make sure it is absolutely right. Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes! Please let go!” Sweat stood on Kevin’s forehead. He tried really hard not to shout at the clerk for trying to spear his right nut on her fingernails.

“Let go? Of what, boy?”

“Of my ball! Please, please!”

Rachel smiled. “Oooh, this ball? The ball that I’m currently crushing against the table?”

“Yes, that one!”

“Fine.” She let go and Kevin breathed an audible sigh of relief, only to then groan because a dull ache remained in his ball even now. “Alright, now I’ll just stamp and sign you, and then you can head upstairs.”

“I-is that where my penis will be released?” Kevin asked hopefully.

Rachel snorted. “No, boy, that’s where they’ll put these two,” she said and flicked his right ball, making Kevin groan louder, “through the wringer to determine if you do really need to have a wank, or if you’re just being a horny little perv.”

“B-but, I’m 23 now… I don’t need permission to masturbate…”

“Nooo, you don’t need a female guardian’s permission any more if you want to apply for a wank. But that doesn’t mean you get to stroke your little worm whenever you want. We need to thoroughly test if you really do need to masturbate. Boys always get so hysteric once their balls get a bit full, thinking only with their willies.”

Rachel reached for one of the rubber stamps she had knocked over. Her hand hovered over two identically looking ones – had she put them back in the right order? She shook her head. Of course she had. Her hand closed around the one closer to her.

The stamp seemed a bit strange – it looked like a typical self-inking one, except the plastic that would touch the paper before the stamp, to show you where it was aimed at, was oval. She placed it directly on top of Kevin’s right testicle, the one she had squeezed so much it was starting to swell.

When she slammed it down really hard, flattening his nut with the stamp, Kevin cried out.

Then she grabbed the pen again and started signing his stamped testicle, the point of the pen digging deeply into Kevin’s nut. “So they’re going to see if your balls really need to be emptied, or if you can make do without wanking. Really, Martha, what are they teaching boys in schools these days,” Rachel asked and finished her signature by jabbing the pen into his testicle, the point sinking deep into the meat of his ball.

They had him deposit his pants and briefs before at Rachel’s booth before sending him upstairs, so Kevin’s cheeks were glowing with humiliation as he tottered through the agency’s first floor. Of course, the stairway was all the way back at the entrance. Laughter from the women working at the agency or just visiting it followed him as they watched Kevin press his hands over his locked-up penis and aching balls, one of which now bore a stamp and a signature.

The stairway to the upper floors was to the right of the entrance – which, unfortunately, consisted of a large double door with glass panes to see out of. At the moment Kevin walked past it, a group of twenty-something girls walked past outside. They spotted him and immediately began laughing, pointing at him with his caged penis and swollen nut. Several of the girls held up two fingers pinched together or wiggled their pinkies at him to make sure Kevin understood they were laughing at the miniscule size of his penis, while a few others held their crotches and mimed Kevin’s stupid, pained expression.

He hurried up the stairs, looking at the ground the whole time. That resulted in him running head-first into two large, soft pillows.

Surprised, he looked up. In front of him were two massive tits. Kevin stared at them with a slight, gaping smile. The tits were not just large, but so soft looking. They formed a plush, tear-shaped pair that was still slightly wobbling from Kevin having stuck his face in-between them. The deep cleavage showed husky skin that was completely unblemished. Kevin wanted nothing more than to sink his face back into those puppies, give them a good feel with his hands and then rub his cock all over-

“I said, eyes up here, dickless!”

Kevin’s surprise at the tits speaking was only momentary, as it was quickly replaced by the dreadful feeling of a clenched fist uppercutting his balls so hard that they deformed into the contours of a woman’s knuckles.

With a pitiful squeak, Kevin turned to putty around the fist in his bollocks and fell to the ground.

“This is why I hate Mondays, you always get a flood of desperate virgins that went crazy from lack of pussy over the weekend… Oi, dickless, you here for a nut test, right? Or did I just accidentally solve that problem for you,” she said, smiling at her own joke.

Peering down at him was a woman with dark skin and short, glossy black hair. She had sable eyes with long, seductive eyelashes and a cute, little button nose – despite being built like a bouncer. Her tits and her glossy lips must've been the only soft things about her, seeing how muscles rippled under her skin. Stuck to her massive boobs was a name tag that read, ‘Hello! I’m Alice!’

Alice picked him up by his wrists, forcing them away from his aching testicles. She put his arms together so she could hold Kevin up with one hand, while leaving him completely exposed. “Are you just going to ignore me?” She grabbed his right testicle between two fingers, much like Rachel had done downstairs. It seemed the agency’s staff were trained in this move. “I said, are you here for a nut test?” Alice asked again, squeezing the lone gonad.

Everything inside Kevin’s stomach convulsed as the awful pain erupted in his ball. “Y-yes! I’m here for a wanker’s application, please let go!”

Alice looked surprisingly sympathetic at that. “Can’t get any pussy, huh? Yeah, I know a lot of boys like you at my wrestling club. They were always so desperate to try and let me fuck them, even though I was the club’s most infamous ballbuster. I’d usually wrestle them after hours, then let them eat me out while they’re pinned under me. And after I came, I’d squeeze their nuts so hard that they pis-”

“Please, my ball! Let go!”

“-this one boy, I forget his name, I think I actually broke one of his nuts. We were wrestling and I ‘accidentally’ smashed my knee into his goolies like always. And I felt it pop against my knee like a grape! Must have been all the leg days I did at the time, I-”

“Ms. Montague!” a different female voice called from behind.

“Ah crap…” Alice slowly set Kevin down, but even as his feet touched the ground, she refused to stop squeezing his right ball.

“This is highly unprofessional!” A slightly older East Asian woman, somewhere around her thirties or forties, stopped in front of them. She was wearing a secretary’s suit in pastel green. “I am very sorry, sir. Ms. Montague is a new hire and as such hasn’t yet learned how to professionally greet applicants… or how to separate her private and work life.”

“It’s fine! Just please tell her to let go of my bal-”

“She always wastes people’s time on those stories of hers. That is incredibly unprofessional and she really needs to learn to stop doing that. Isn’t that right, Ms. Montague?”

“Sorry, ma’am…” Alice had the good sense to look sheepish while holding Kevin by wrists and testicle.

“It’s fine. That is what the orientation period here at the agency is for, right? Now, why don’t we try to help this citizen, he looks rather distressed. Do you remember how to proceed?”

“Uh, yes, I… check the nut?” Alice asked. Her supervisor nodded and Alice lifted Kevin by his testicle. The gonad was now starting to turn blue from getting squeezed so much. Kevin yelled in pain, of course, but none of the woman seemed to be bothered by that. By the time Alice had brought Kevin’s balls to her head level, he was completely horizontal, almost his entire weight suspended by his testicle.

Alice frowned. “34-G/1? But he said he was here for a wanker’s ap-”

“Ah, that’s definitely Rachel’s handiwork. See that deep puncture into the testicle after the department code? She always makes sure to hit the ball extra hard so it puffs up a bit. Makes it easier to read.”

“OK, but what about-”

Alice’s manager looked at her with a stern expression. “You have the nut code and confirmed it holds the appropriate signature, right? You should be proceeding to the next step.”

“Understood, ma’am.” Under the watchful eyes of her supervisor, Alice carried Kevin along by wrists and ball. The testicle looked decidedly less healthy now, mottled with blue spots. To Kevin’s relief, his torture at the hands of this brawny chick came to an end when she carried him into a separate room with some stuff hanging from the walls and cabinets at the side.

She shut padded restrains around his wrists and ankles and then pressed a button. The restraints moved, until Kevin was lifted into the air, dangling from the ceiling. His legs were spread to allow Alice easy access to his genitals.

“Alright, let’s get started then!”

“M-my ball… you hurt it so baaad!” Kevin cried.

“Oh boy, so you’re a screamer, then, huh? Look, I can get a gag for you, but the form for that is super complicated, I haven’t really had time to learn how to fill that out yet. Can’t you just try to be quiet while I work on your nuts?”

“You’re going to gag me?” Kevin asked fearfully.

“Only if you don’t stop yelling about your balls. C’mon, you’re a big boy, aren’t you? You applied for such a grown-up procedure! I bet lots of girls will be very impressed with you if you tell them what you’ve had done at the cockcentre.”

“They will be?” That sounded weird to Kevin. All the girls he knew had always commented very snidely on boys getting let out of their cages for their masturbation days.

“You can take it, yeah? Not getting gagged will be comfier for you too!”

Kevin nodded, silently praying this would be over soon. He didn’t know the process for getting a day to jerk off was so involved.

“Wonderful!” Alice beamed at him while pulling leather gloves over her hand that didn’t cover her fingers.

“Uh, what are those for?”

“For beating your nuts, of course.”

“I thought you were just testing the-”

“Alright, warm-up, here we go! Remember, this is a collaborative effort. So try not to cry, OK?” She gave Kevin a thumbs up. “Now let’s make these balls wish they were never born!”

“Wait, I- HMPH!”

Alice’s fist crashed into his defenceless balls like a freight train. A freight train that was breaking speed records. And someone had placed his testicles on the track.

“Ha! Cha!” Alice was wasting no time at all in making Kevin’s balls feel like they were getting used as a sandbag.

Kevin wanted to scream, but the nut punches were coming so fast, he couldn’t draw breath to do so. He could only stare at Alice’s pillowy tits sway hypnotically as she smashed her knuckles into his testicles over and over again.

Her focus on his most vulnerable parts scared Kevin. While Alice had inflicted immense pain on his nuts the moment he stepped onto the second floor, she seemed very relaxed while she hurt his balls. Now, though, she was glowering at his balls like they belonged to a sex offender and it was her job to make sure they never worked again.

Punch after punch smashed his balls, rocking Kevin to the core with testicular agony. Alice methodically placed strike after strike on his testicles, as if she was working on breaking them down with her fists. If she wanted, he knew, she could just keep going until his balls were just a smear on her gloves.

Finally, after what felt like thirty minutes of relentless ballbusting without pause, Alice stopped. She was sweating but smiled at Kevin like she had just won an award. “Whew, that was fun! A good workout, too, don’t you think?”

Kevin finally managed to cry out in a shrill voice. Alice slammed her hands over her ears.

“Ouch, dude, are you trying to make me go deaf?! Why are you yelling like that, I thought you were a big boy! Alright, I’m not going to get a gag now, so…”

Without hesitation, Alice unbuttoned her tight jeans and quickly shimmied out of them. She was wearing a pair of low rise, peach-coloured panties that barely covered her puffy little mound. At any other time, the sight would’ve driven Kevin into frothing, horny madness. It was the first time he had seen a real girl in underwear, not just in photos. But Kevin was currently trying to comprehend the raging agony in his testicles, so the fact that he had just lost his panty-seeing virginity didn’t register.

And Alice wasn’t done yet. She slipped out of her little panties and quickly bunched them up into a pastel bundle, then stuffed them into Kevin’s mouth. “There, that’s almost as good as a gag, right?”

The panties in his mouth were a wake-up call for him. When he realized why the piece of cloth in his mouth was so fragrant, his eyes went wide with shock. But when he turned his head towards Alice, she had already turned her back to him and stepped back into her jeans lying on the ground.

The sight was mouth-watering, but Kevin lamented that the pain in his stupid nuts had kept him from glimpsing his first ever pussy. At least, that’s what he thought. And then, Alice bent down to pick up her jeans.

It was like Kevin had died and gone to heaven. There, between this girl’s legs was the object of all of his desires. A beautiful, pink slit that opened towards him like the petals of a rose. It shimmered with a faint wetness, like a lush fruit begging to be tasted. He had only ever read descriptions of that soft, wet hole girls had between their legs. It was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined.

When Alice turned back around, Kevin was staring wildly at her crotch, huffing and thrusting his hips back and forth like a horny monkey. His little chastity cage jingled and flopped around, making Alice laugh.

“Pffhaha, what’s got into you all of a sudden? Are you that eager for me to start kicking your balls?” The boy in front of her could only grunt and thrust his hips vainly. The sight of her divine pussy, a sight Kevin had doubted he would ever get to see in his life, put him right on the edge of a climax. His caged dick was twitching and leaking precum like a faulty tap, ready to shoot his load at the mere sight of Alice’s glistening quim. Only the pain in his nuts kept him from cumming in his cage at the sight. “Well, alright then. Guess I should kick them extra hard if you’re that eager!”

Alice stepped back and took aim. With a running start, her leg whistled through the air as it crashed into Kevin’s groin with deadly, almost ball-killing force.

Kevin stopped thrusting his hips and wailed around the panties in his mouth, convinced that his manhood would soon be reduced to a faint memory of painful, failed erections and overfull balls begging to be emptied. It did not stop Alice at all.

“HMMPH! PHH!”

“Haha, yeah! That’s what I always say, kicking balls is so fun! It’s like kicking two pillows that look like weird, wrinkly eggs! Hiyah!” Her second kick managed to be even harder. From inside his right nut, a faint crack could be heard.

“Oh look, the right one is swelling even more now, I think it’s the size of an actual chicken egg now. Think I can make the other one match?”

“MMMHH!”

“I agree, we can’t say until I try. Ready to have your left egg scrambled? HAH!”

True to her word, Alice managed to hit only his left testicle. She hit the nut with the toe of her shoe, pinning the ball against his body and warping it into a grotesque, flattened half-moon shape. It, too, produced an audible crackle as something inside the testicle gave in under the kick.

“Whew, that was a good one,” Alice said and bent towards Kevin’s busted sack. Bruises were blooming all over his scrotum and his balls were swelling rapidly. She poked the left one curiously. “Hey, I think I put a dent in this one. Right in the middle. Heh, still got it…”

The touch made Kevin throw himself against his restraints. Alice ignored the boy’s struggling and went to pick up a small towel that hung discreetly over a rack in the corner. She wiped off the sweat on her forehead, then, after confirming Kevin was much too preoccupied with his now concave testicles, she stuck the towel down her cleavage and wiped the underside of her boobs.

Taking it out, she twirled the towel around until it was coiled tightly and whipped it into Kevin’s balls. She was rewarded with another muffled scream.

“Hehehe, I used to chase the boys in my athletics club around like that. Their yelps were sooo funny whenever I smacked their little nuts with a towel. Anyway, now that your boys are nice and swollen, all I have to do is clamp the measuring device on them and then you’re good to go!”

Alice went to a cabinet and took out what looked like two thick boards of clear, hard plastic screwed together, with some sort of motor attached. She slipped Kevin’s testicles in-between the two boards and then pushed some buttons. A small display lit up.

“OK, now I just push this button and the measuring device will squeeze down on your balls and measure the resistance your nuts provide. Once it beeps, I’ll know they passed the minimum resistance level and then I can take it off again. Easy, right?”

Alice pushed the button and immediately, the motor started whirring. The two boards slowly closed in on each other. At that moment, the door to the nut testing room opened and the same supervisor from before walked in. Her secretary dress was now stained with big, wet splotches of a thick, white substance.

“Ms. Montague, do you have a moment? A couple has used coital joining room B and they left an absolute mess in there. I’m talking cum stalactites hanging from the ceiling and jizz puddles on the floor. We can’t wait for clean-up, this needs to be addressed immediately.”

“Someone really used a government-provided fuck room? I always fucked at home, or in a park when I bothered to get a dick unlocked for myself… right, not relevant, sorry, boss. Yeah, I have got some time, consider it done,” Alice said and saluted.

She and her supervisor walked out. “Good, we can’t let the HoD see this. I’ve already slipped once in there. If we have to have a workplace safety meeting because of some pearl jam, she’ll find a way to stitch balls to us and crush them between her…” The voice of the woman faded away as she led Alice out of the room, leaving Kevin all alone with the measuring device.

It was buzzing diligently and started to put pressure on his balls now. Kevin moaned in nut ache. Slowly, he felt the plastic tighten around his testicles, squishing them together. If it wasn’t for the damage Alice had already done to his balls, it would just be a light little squeeze. Kevin hoped that didn’t mean Alice hadn’t kicked permanent indentations into his balls.

Then, the machine beeped loudly and Kevin sighed in relief, almost accidentally swallowing Alice’s panties. Thank God that was over and done with, Kevin wasn’t sure if he could’ve taken even more abuse to his testicles.

Then, the machine beeped again, and the motor set into motion again. The boards were constricting even tighter, the device beeping the whole time.

“Hmmph! Mhmm!” Kevin tried to shout but all he managed were muffled cries. The device squeezed the entirety of his balls now, squishing them flat against the plastic. The pain quickly ramped up.

The door to the nut test room had a small pane of glass at head level. Kevin saw several women walk by and in his desperation to get this device off of his nuts, he wiggled and thrust his hips at them, hoping to catch their attention. Most walked by without even noticing him, but one woman turned her head and spotted Kevin. He thrust harder at her, hoping she would get what he meant and help.

But she just smiled and wiggled her pinky at him, then walked away. The pain was blinding now, his balls were getting the life squished out of them. Even if Alice hadn’t busted his nuts before, Kevin would be in immense pain now. His testicles were squeezed down to a third of their normal size, splaying out like grotesque pancakes between the plastic. And the motor still wasn’t done.

It struggled to compress his balls even tighter, but so did his nuts. Kevin could swear he heard them creaking, as if they were about to burst. Just a few minutes earlier, he thought the worst that could happen to him was getting his nuts popped by Alice’s kicks. Now, Kevin felt that having his nuts burst by a woman was at least more personal than getting castrated by a heartless machine.

The door swung open. “… some even dripped into my mouth. Urgh, I bet I’ll find cum in my hair for the next few- oh?”

“It seems the measuring device has reached the resistance threshold.” Alice and her supervisor had just entered. They both stared at Kevin’s nuts, squished completely flat between the boards of the measuring device, looking like they’re about to pop. Incessant beeping filled the room.

“Oh, uhh, it seems I misjudged how long it would take…” Alice turned to her boss, hand scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry…”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Montague. It happens. The important part is that you applied the device to the testicles correctly and it managed to correctly test the resistance of his balls. Leaving it on for a bit after that is maybe not ideal, but hardly worthy getting upset over.”

“Oh, really?” Alice said, clearly not expecting such leniency from her boss.

“MHHH!!” Kevin was crying, tears flowing down his cheeks. Neither of the women moved to turn the machine off.

“But what if the device went so far that it compromised his testicular integrity? These things can go until the balls we slip inside them split and rupture, right?”

“True, we also use them for castrating incorrigible males. But don’t worry, no woman in the history of the Ministry of Penile Control has ever been reprimanded for accidentally rupturing a pair of testicles.”

“MHHHM! HMHMHHHH!” Kevin couldn’t believe it. They were standing right in front of him and instead of taking this castrating thing off of his balls, they were having a pleasant chat!

“Oh, phew! I know people don’t make a big deal out of a boy losing his goolies most of the time, but I felt we were supposed to be…” Alice said, searching for words.

“Better than the average citizen?” her supervisor said.

“Yeah…” Another few cracks and crunches came from Kevin’s balls.

Alice’s supervisor smiled. “We are only human, Ms. Montague. A few testicles here and there, what’s the big deal. We don’t need to be holier than the pope.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m really glad I started working here.” Alice seemed genuinely touched. “OK, let’s see what’s left of these nuts, then, shall we?” she said as she turned to Kevin.

She pushed a button and the measuring device stopped trying to explode his balls. Instead, it held the current pressure it had put on Kevin’s nuts. It felt like every woman at the cockcentre was standing on his balls at the same time.

Alice tried to yank the device off of his balls, which barely moved it at all. Kevin cried out, of course, feeling his abused testicles get yanked on, but Alice didn’t let that trouble her. She grasped the top of his nutsack and brutally pulled on the plastic. The flattened testicles stretched down very far, further than Kevin could have ever pulled them by himself. It was on Alice’s sixth tug on his nut cords, gonads pulled down towards Kevin’s knees, that his nuts finally popped free.

“Ooh, these don’t look healthy…” Alice said. Both women inspected the squished ballbag. It remained as flat as it had been in the measuring device.

“It should be fine, the blood has to rush back into them first. They’ll reinflate eventually… I think. Just stamp and sign them, and then the girls downstairs can take it from there.”

Alice took another stamp like the one Rachel had used on his right ball and lined it up with Kevin’s left nut. She slammed the stamp into the gonad, drawing a pained howl from its owner. Then she wrote some sort of code on the testicle and signed it. “OK, all done! That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Kevin weeped.

Kevin’s chastity cage clicked into the inspection port of the booth downstairs.

“Good afternoon, sir, what can I do for you today?” The woman at the counter wasn’t Rachel. It seemed her shift had ended. Instead, Kevin was greeted by a dainty girl with long, flown hazel hair that looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly. Her name tag said she was called Sam.

“B-balls…” Kevin stammered. “Wanker appli… cation…”

“Oh, have you had your nuts tested, sir? Very good! I’ll confirm that right away,” Sam said happily. She took a small form from the side and quickly copied the codes signed onto his balls over. Then, she seemed to cross-reference a calendar on the wall. When she looked up at him, she smiled warmly. “Alright, thank you for waiting, sir. Your next appointment for a ball beating will be on Saturday the fifth. There is no need to bring any forms, as the stamps on your nuts will be visible for at least the next three months. And while not forbidden, the agency recommends not putting any undue stress on your testicles for at least 24 hours before the next treatment.”

“B-but… my cock?”

“Excuse me?” she said, her smile faltering.

“My cock, y-you need to unlock my cock! So I can cum!” Kevin was getting angry now, slapping the counter with his palm.

Sam winced and then grabbed hold of his right nut. She was barely squeezing it, but his balls were so busted up, Kevin immediately lost all strength. “Sir, there is no need to shout! You are experiencing a bout of male hysteria. I’m going to have to calm you with a ball crimping!”

She squeezed his right testicle in her small hand, easily smushing the nut down to a fraction of its bloated size. If the nut pain didn’t make Kevin nearly frantic, attempting to pull his cock and balls away from the clerk, he would most likely be disturbed by how little resistance his balls put up against a girl’s small fist. It was like Alice’s kicks and crushing had softened his balls up.

“Alright, now that you have calmed down, I can confirm that stamped on your balls is the code 34-G/1. That is the application code for weekly testicle treatments with the aim of fertility control. You must have accidentally used the wrong form, sir. Both of your testicles are signed up to receive a weekly beating here to render all of your cum infertile, so I cannot unlock your penis, sir.”

“N-no, I definitely used the right one! The lady that was here before, she must have made a mistake – she must have used the wrong stamp! I swear I applied to masturbate! Please, I need to cum!”

“Well, that is what is stamped on this testicle here, sir, so that is what is going to happen,” Sam informed him with an air of finality. “But that is very nice as well, isn’t it? You will get to have your balls worked on by one of our agents for the next,” she looked at her calender again, “twelve months at least! If you think about it, that’s way better than a single day without a locked-up willy. For a whole year, you get to see one of our beautiful testicle agents once a week. And the whole time, you will be ‘shooting blanks’, so to speak, because she will destroy all the little spermies in your balls. It’s the most advanced and responsible way to ensure safer sex! In my opinion, that is well worth not getting to rub your penis for a whole year.” The way Sam rattled off the supposed advantages of this application, Kevin knew it was a rehearsed speech.

“But- I-” It was clear she was not going to unlock his chastity cage for him. Kevin had got his balls kicked for nothing. “OK… I retract my application for… for the…”

“For weekly testicle treatment with the aim of fertility control,” Sam said, resuming her friendly demeanour now that Kevin had calmed down. “Very good, though I need to inform you that will incur a penalty.”

“Penalty?” Kevin asked. “What kind of penalty?”

The friendly girl smiled sincerely. “As every man can only file a single application at a time, the Ministry of Penile Control decrees that each application must be heartfelt, to avoid overworking the agency’s staff. Terefore, the penalty for a misfiled application is rupture of both of your testicles, or in other words, castration. But the good news is that you can choose which of our agents you wish to crush your nuts. Do you still wish to retract your application so you can file a wanker’s application instead? Or will you proceed with your weekly ball smashings?”

Alex sat on his bed, flipping through his Instagram, only pausing for a few seconds whenever a busty model popped up on his feed. He was in a loose-fitting shirt and boxers with his legs spread apart, trying to release the the faint throbbing in his testicles caused by his encounter with Mrs. Brost earlier that night. 

“Whatcha doing?”

Alex quickly clicked out of the app as his eyes darted up to see Courtney standing in the doorframe looking like one of the models he was just ogling. She had on a skimpy black lace lingerie set that barely contained her enormous breasts. The black lace bra was a stark contrast against her smooth milky skin. It pushed her breasts together to create an incredible view of her cleavage with her tiny pink nipples just becoming visible along the lace trim. She had on a pair of tiny Panties that hugged her toned ass. To complete her outfit she had on black thigh-high stockings which were held up by a garter belt that was cinched around her tiny waist drawing Alex’s eyes to her flat stomach. The stockings themselves hugged her long legs tightly cutting into her soft thighs.

“Nothing just scrolling.”

“My Mom just left. She said she had lots of fun tonight and wants to get together soon.” 

Courtney took a playful step into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing in the quiet space. She had a knowing smile on her lips as she approached Alex, swaying her hips with each step.

“Well, I’m glad she had a good night. I knew it was important to you that your mom liked me.”

Courtney smiled as she stopped at the edge of the bed. 

“Come closer.” 

Alex scooted towards the edge of his bed so his legs hung off.

“I made a promise to you earlier didn’t I.”

Alex only nodded so he didn’t jinx anything by speaking the words aloud.

“Well, my mom loved you so you fulfilled your end of the deal. So it looks like it's my turn to fulfill mine. Are you ready to take my Virginity?”

Alex's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he gulped audibly. She had never been so direct before. He had thought that his day would never come. Since they had been living together every day Courtney had been an unintentional tease as she flaunted her perfect body around the house. Every time he had tried to find some privacy to release his aching balls Courtney would somehow walk in on him. Alex had now been living months with the worst blue balls of his life, but now she was actually willing to go through with it, it was almost too much for him to bear. He could feel his cock growing in his boxers at the thought of finally feeling her tight pussy around it. 

Courtney noticed his reaction as her smile grew wider. She placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in to whisper in his ear as her warm breath tickled his skin.

"I know you've been waiting for this," she murmured, her hand trailing down to grip his hardening shaft through the fabric. "You will have to tell me what to do.”

Courtney knelt so she was between Alex’s legs so her massive, soft breasts rested heavily on his thighs. Her warmth and softness made his cock throb even more. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, full of curiosity and excitement. Alex felt his heart racing as Courtney playfully tugged at the waistband of his boxers.  He watched as she pulled the elastic down with a giggle, freeing his erection. It sprung up slapping her between her breasts as the swollen tip brushed a bit of pre-cum against the lace of her bra. Courtney let out a little yelp of surprise as she let go of the elastic band of his boxers. The band snapped back striking him in his already red and swollen balls. Alex lurched causing his penis to bounce back and forth like a bobblehead. Courtney’s eyes were bright with curiosity and excitement as they followed his penis

“Your penis is so funny.  It’s like it has a mind of its own!” Courtney giggled softly.  

She pulled down on his dick as she watched it spring back to attention. Her fingertips glided over the smooth skin of his shaft before flicking it causing Alex to shiver. Courtney’s eyes darted down as she saw his testicles hanging over the edge of his boxers. Without warning she reached down gripping his balls with a surprisingly firm grasp for such delicate hands. Her nails dug in slightly as she played with the sensitive skin. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she felt the weight of his testicles roll around in her hand. She looked like a kitten who had just gotten ahold of a new toy.

“Those are very sensitive.”

"Really? But they're so squishy!" Courtney exclaimed with a grin, continuing to squeeze and tug on them playfully. Alex couldn’t help but flinch, as she giggled at his reaction. “It’s like playing with stress balls but only better because they’re attached to you!”

Alex winced, trying to hide his pain with a forced chuckle. He knew Courtney didn’t mean any harm, she was just so clueless when it came to male anatomy making her innocence both charming and infuriating at the same time. 

“Courtney, please, that really hurts.”

"Like does it tickle?" Courtney asked not registering his discomfort. She gave his right testicle a little poke as Alex jerked back, his hand shooting down to protect his sensitive area. 

As he went to speak she gave his nuts a sharp tug catching his words in his throat. Her laughter filled the room, it was a sweet sound that was unfortunately paired with the pain she had just inflicted. He tried to sit up, but she playfully pushed him back down onto the bed, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Her eyes were wide with excitement as began to gently tug on his testicles watching them stretch and retract as she played with them. Alex's face contorted in pain with each pull as Her laughter grew louder.  She continued her exploration, completely oblivious to the agony she was causing him. Alex’s hands clenched the bedsheets as his teeth gritted in an attempt to maintain a stoic facade. 

“It’s like a little water balloon. I wonder if I could pop one?”

Alex’s eyes went wide with horror, his breath catching in his throat. He didn’t know if she was joking or not, but the thought of such a thing happening was more than he could bear. He knew Courtney meant well, but her innocent curiosity might be the end of him and his manhood. He knew he needed to act fast and redirect her playful energy to something less painful.  Alex took a deep breath trying to speak through the pain as his words came out as a high-pitched squeak. 

“No!” He saw the look of shock on her face as he snapped at her. He quickly mustered a smile so she didn’t think he was mad at her. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave before finishing her promise. “It’s just that would be incredibly painful for me. I know you are just curious about it,  but  there are other ways to have fun with it. Let’s just go gently.”

 Alex took a deep breath and placed his hand over hers as he guided her hand away from his balls and to his cock, showing her how to stroke it gently. Courtney's touch became soft as it sent a shiver of pleasure through Alex. Her curiosity grew as she watched Alex’s face contort in pleasure with each different movement. She smiled to herself as she began to move faster causing Alex to let out a moan. As her hand glided faster along the length of his cock her hand slipped smacking her palm against his sensitive testicles. The sudden sting caught Alex off guard as his eyes shot open and a surprised grunt escaped his lips.

Courtney looked up at him with a puzzled expression, her hand suddenly stopping and letting go of his cock, not quite understanding why his reaction changed so abruptly. The sudden stopping of her strokes caused his balls to lurch with an aching pain as they released a tiny dribble of pre-cum  from his penis.

“Gross! What’s that?” Courtney said as another dribble came from his cock.

“That’s pre-cum.  It's like... a little taste of what's to come.” Alex was trying to keep his cool, but it was proving difficult her breasts pressing against his legs and penis.

“Oh, does it taste good?” Courtney leaned closer to inspect the clear liquid that clung to the tip of Alex’s dick. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked it off, her eyes never leaving Alex’s. He watched her as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head savoring the salty flavor. “Is like a warm popsicle!” 

Courtney excitedly opened her mouth as she caught his dick in her mouth with an innocent enthusiasm. Alex’s eyes opened wide as he felt the wetness of her mouth enveloping him. Her bright blue eyes looked back at him waiting for confirmation that she was doing a good job. Alex tried to form words but the way her tongue darted around the head of his penis rendered him speechless. Courtney took Alex’s moan as a positive reassurance as she licked his penis collecting the salty pre-cum.  She pulled back with a pop as a trail of saliva connected her mouth to the tip of his dick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Keep going, you’re doing great.” The words came out just above a whisper as Alex tried to hide the anticipation and pleasure he was feeling at this moment. Courtney’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned back in going deeper this time. Her eyes would close with pure bliss, savoring the taste and the sensation of his cock filling her mouth as she reached the base.

As she bobbed her head up and down causing her breasts to sway in a rhythmic pattern. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off her as she worked his cock with surprising skill for a first-timer. Courtney's hand had found its way to her chest, and she began to squeeze her own nipple through the lace. Her eyes never left him, she seemed to be lost in the thrill of the new sensations. As she pulled up her teeth grazed the tip of him lightly making Alex’s body tighten as he gripped the bedsheets trying not to blow his load instantly.

“Mmm, your cock feels so good in my mouth, Alex,” Courtney murmured, her voice muffled around his dick.  Alex felt his orgasm building and knew it wouldn’t be long before he would erupt. He reached down and gently grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, guiding her movements slightly to match his pace. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he was close. 

“I’m going to cum!" moaned Alex.

"Oh no, I'll stop then" Courtney pulled off his cock with a pout. Her eyes were wide with concern as she stood up. 

Alex’s eyes went wide with panic as he felt his orgasm slip away.

“No, it's a good thing.”

Alex grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her onto him. Her legs straddled him as he felt her plump ass rub against his erection. 

“I want this to be special for you. I want it to feel good for you too.” Alex said as he unclasped her bra with his hand. Her breasts bounced free as they pressed against his face.

With his other hand, he pushed her panties to one side and slid his penis into her. She let out a little gasp as she felt him enter her. He grabbed her hips moving them to give her the correct motion. She began to pump her hips faster. Grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them against the bed as she began to take the lead. Her breasts bounced smacking Alex in the face. Courtney bit her lip as she felt a warming sensation growing in her pussy and thighs.

Alex could feel the tightness of her pussy around him as it felt unlike anything he had ever felt. He knew he couldn’t last much longer but he was determined to make sure Courtney enjoyed her first time. He reached down and began to rub her clit in slow circles as he felt her hips buck against his hand. Courtney’s eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned louder and faster. Her breathing was coming in short gasps. Alex knew she was close and so was he. He closed his eyes as he let the sensations wash over him.

Just about as he was going to cum he felt her soft hand grab onto his testicles. With a final push, he felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she climaxed as well as feeling of her hand grabbing his balls. He nails dug into his scrotum as she screamed out his name. She continued  ride out her orgasm on his dick while she kept his balls in a vice-like grip. He tried to call out but she could not hear him over her own screams. The pain was too much for him to cum as he watched longingly as her body collapsed onto him. Her breasts smothering his face.

“Oh my god, Alex. That was amazing!” she exclaimed as she got off his penis.

"But Courtney I ….."

Courtney's phone let out the ring of an obnoxious pop song interrupting Alex's words. She leaned over with excitement to grab it as her knee connected with Alex's balls with a sickening thud. Alex's eyes watered in pain as the weight shifted to her knee squishing his manhood underneath it.

"It's Amber!"  Said Courtney cheerily. "Say Hi."

Courtney shoved the phone into Alex's face. He could feel the ache in his balls spreading to his stomach as he tried to form words.

"Hello," His voice quivered before Courtney took the phone back. 

"One second Amber, Alex was saying something." Courtney pressed the phone to her breast, looking down at Alex with a waiting expression.

"I didn't cum." 

Alex’s voice was weak, his body trembling from the intense pain of Courtney’s knee still on his balls. Courtney looked down at him with confusion before realizing what she needed to do.

"Ok but I'll make it quick," Courtney whispered as she scooted back and off his legs to grab his penis in her hand. Alex looked up with shock as she picked back up her phone and started chatting with Amber as she beginning to stroke it.

“What were you saying, Amber?" Courtney’s voice was filled with glee as she babbled. Alex lay there, his body still recovering from the mix of pleasure and pain. He watched in disbelief as Courtney’s hand worked him with surprising enthusiasm, her attention split between her friend on the phone and the task at hand. He wanted the feeling to be nice but it felt rough from the lack of lubrication and the pain was still present in his balls.

“Hay Courtney I think I might need a bit of Lube.” He called up to Courtney.

She rolled her eyes and leaned over to her bedside table as she once again sending a knee into Alex’s balls. She leaned back with a smile as she squirted the white liquid out of a tube rubbing it all over his dick and balls before she began stroking his penis again. Alex closed his eyes as her hand easily glided over his shaft before she would play with the head. Alex soon felt a warm sensation on his penis and balls beginning to grow. He knew the feeling of an incoming orgasm and this wasn’t it. The heat began to grow hotter. Alex let out a yelp as his penis began to sting and feel like it was on fire.  His balls instantly shriveled up like dried dates as they tried to escape the burning pain. His hands quickly shot down trying to protect his junk but the feeling was unavoidable.

“Ow, it feels really hot.” He said as he tried to get his penis in a soothing position. 

“Oh My God! I’m so sorry that happened to you!” Courtney exclaimed with genuine concern. 

Alex smiled through the pain seeing she cared about his inflamed manhood, but soon the smile was wiped from his face as he realized Courtney was still engrossed in the conversation with amber. She looked down at him seeing him looking at here with his puppy dog eyes.

“I bet that feels really nice. I used some Heating Gel to relax your muscles.” Courtney said to Alex as she paused  her conversation.

“It really burns.”

“You're overreacting that stuff feels so nice. I put it on myself all the time after yoga.”  

Courtney just continued to stroke his penis with the same enthusiasm she had before as the gel turned into a burning inferno on his sensitive testicles. Each stroke was like a hot knife sliding across his skin. Alex’s hips bucked as he tried to escape the pain, but Courtney’s grip remained firm, mistaking his squirms for pleasure.

The burning sensation grew more intense with each passing moment, radiating from his balls up to the base of his cock. He felt like the gel was sizzling against his skin as if someone was holding a lighter to his most sensitive bits. The room felt spun around him as he tried to focus on Courtney, her words a distant echo through the haze of agony. She was once again chattering away to Amber, completely oblivious to the torture she was inflicting on him. The skin of his scrotum was tight and red as the pain grew to a crescendo. Alex had finally had enough as he grabbed Courtney's hand throwing it off of him as he went into the fetal position unable to stop the intense feeling. He looked at Courtney pleadingly just hoping she would realize the gravity of the situation this time. He moved his hands to show her his penis and balls but Courtney only giggled at the sight of his throbbing shriveled red junk. 

“It seems like you don’t even want to cum.” Said Courtney as she stood up frustrated turning around and storming out. "Yay, Sorry Amber. Alex is just being weird again.”

Alex watched in despair as Courtney’s perfect ass swayed away from him, her panties clinging to her teasing him with the promise of pleasure that had been snatched away once again. 

Stacy and Bree refilled their cups from the keg and returned to the party.

“Look, Bree, Jake’s staring at you again.”

The girls looked across the crowded frat party, Jake was awkwardly leaning up against a doorframe, dressed in his trademark loose basketball shorts and jersey. He tried to look away when the girls caught him staring, but he was too late.

“Can you blame him, Stacy?” Bree smiled, folding her arms under her tight breasts and pressing them up so they strained against the thin fabric of her shirt.

“I guess not,” Stacy murmured, looking down at her girlfriend's hard little tits, “But those are mine. And isn't Jake with Anna now anyway?”

“Yeah, but we're her friends. Isn't it our job to make sure he's being faithful?”

“Well what did you have in mind?”

“Let's go over there and see if we can't get him to try and cop a feel.”

“And if he does?” Stacy laughed.

“Then I want to try out what we learned in Sensei Alice's class.”

“No way,” Stacy giggled softly, “you mean, like crush his nuts?”

The girls laughed and threaded between the other people at the party. Bree made a beeline straight for Jake. She wasn't going to fuck around.

“You're just desperate to touch these, Jake, aren't you?” Bree grinned, thrusting her chest out so her hard nipples brushed Jake's arm as she spoke.

“I… uhh…” Jake stammered.

“Well what are you waiting for, big boy?”

Against his better judgment, Jake reached out, gingerly placing his large hands on her chest, his palms feeling the warm mounds of her small breasts.

“Get your hands off my tits you pervert!” Bree screamed in mock outrage, drawing stares and gasps from everyone around them.”

“Wait,” Jake mewled, “no, you… you told me…”

Bree grinned and launched her leg up between Jake's thighs, his billowy shorts offering zero protection as she savaged his gonads with the point of her knee.

Crack!

Jake looked down in horror as his world ended. Bree’s knee was buried deep in his crotch.

The conversation around them stopped completely, everyone was staring right at him as she withdrew her thigh from between his legs. Various voices reached Jake's ears above the sound of the music as the agony in his testicles overwhelmed him.

“She kneed his nuts!”

“Oh shit, bro, Jake got his balls busted.”

Most of the guys around then winced, Jake’s agony a familiar feeling for any man. The girls, however, could barely contain their mirth and excitement.

“Looks like he deserved it.”

“Fuck, that's gotta hurt.”

“I hope you can still have kids!”

Jake began to whine, a quiet high pitched noise that leaked from the corner of his mouth as he felt his damaged balls swell in his pants. His hands, large and masculine, slipped down to his groin, delicately cupping the bulge in his shorts like he was guarding a basket of eggs.

“Bree!” Stacy giggled, “I think you popped his nuts!”

Bree smiled as Jake sank to his knees on the thick carpet, his eyes bulging as he clutched at his cracked stones.

“Oh god, Jake, no!” Anna cried, having just returned from the kitchen with a fresh cup of beer, which she dropped to the floor as she dashed to her boyfriend’s side. “Step back everyone, I'm a medic!”

“First year medical student!” Bree laughed.

“Shut up, Bree, now move your hands, Jake.” Anna ordered, prising Jake's hands away from his crotch as her warm, dainty fingers slipped into the loose waistband of his basketball shorts. As soon as her fingers found his scrotum and felt across the surface of his balls, she knew something was wrong. They were already much bigger than she remembered, swollen and bulging.

“I need to take a proper look, Jake.” Anna whispered softly. Jake tried to object, to cover himself, but he was too weak, too dazed from the horrific ache in his gonads.

Anna yanked down Jake's shorts to his ankles, drawing gasps and subdued laughter from the crowd.

“Fuck, look at his balls!”

“He's got a big cock, do you think it still works?”

“Looks like someone scrambled his eggs.”

“Shit, he'll definitely not be able to have kids now.”

Most of the guys in the room were openly holding their own crotches now, though whether it was in sympathy for Jake's plight or to conceal their growing arousal at his humiliation was unclear.

For Jake, his embarrassment was complete. He'd been taken down by a small, beautiful woman in front of all his friends. It would have been awful enough, but now his girlfriend had exposed him in front of everyone, and was prodding at his aching junk like she was checking ripe fruit at the farmer’s market.

“Please, Anna, stop!” Jake whispered.

“I need to check them,” Anna said loudly, “they could be twisted, or even ruptured.”

Jake's eyes widened at her words, but his body was betraying him. She squeezed and poked at his swollen balls, but her hands were small, and it just made his cock and balls look so damn big. The color drained from his face, but found his cock, which began to stiffen and throb. Incredulous laughter filled the room.

“Jesus, he's got a boner!”

“Looks like it still works at least!”

“Fuck, it's huge!”

Anna smiled down at Jake, “Don't worry, baby. That's a good sign!”

Jake groaned, closing his eyes as a premature orgasm washed over him, his tortured balls pumping out thick ropes of cum which splattered over his bare thighs and Anna’s hands and forearms.

The laughter around him was the last thing he heard as he passed out…

"Wake up, Diego," a voice called to me from outside my cage. It wasn't a voice I recognized, at least not from earlier today when Ana and Maya came to see me.

"I'm Diego, who are you?"

"I'm Ana's sister, Rosa, not that you need to know." She seemed angry at me, she let herself into the cage, I was still bound to the cot in the middle of the cage.

"So, you're the fool who ran into the women's village. You must be a real dipshit," she said with contempt in her voice. I decided not to answer her, but I suppose she was correct. She let herself into the cage, she was obviously one of Ana's sisters, but much heavier. Like all the women I had seen, she was wearing a medium length skirt and nothing else but a necklace and some jewelry. Her big breasts immediately caught my attention, and even with her extra weight, she had some very nice curves.

"We own you now, you're going to wish you stayed in your village by the time we're done with you."

"Can't you just set me free, it was an accident, I don't want to cause any trouble," I begged.

"No, we can't. We don't want to set a precedent of allowing men into the women's village. If you come here, then you need to pay with your balls."

"With my balls?"

"Yes, we're going to use your balls to cause you pain, that's what we do to men who come into Nyango Mujeres. Your balls are a symbol of the repression we women suffered when men controlled our village, they need to be beaten."

What a horrible mistake I made, my brother and I were chasing a deer in the woods. I thought we weren't very far from the men's village, Nyagno Hombres, but there was no fence. No signs. Still, I was taught since I was a young child to stay far away from the women's village.

"Look, I'm sorry, just let me go and I'll tell everyone how horrible the women were."

"Nope. Besides, many of us enjoy beating on the balls of the fools who enter our village without being invited. First, my sisters and I will have your balls, then my mother and her sisters, and then the whole village."

Rosa sat down next to me on the cot, she put her fingers around my balls and cradled them. She moved them around in their sack, all the while looking into my eyes. Maybe looking for fear, or trying to read how I reacted to the pain. I felt my cock getting harder, it began to point straight up. Why does my cock get hard when these women hurt my balls? It seems to have a mind of its own.

"You know what I like to do to balls?" she asked. She paused a moment. "I like to smash them with my knee, to just flatten them into your body until you scream out in pain. That's my favorite." As she spoke she took her other hand and ran it up and down my cock,

"You're the third young man who entered the village in my memory, I caught the first one. I played with his balls for a week, it was great fun." Her hand moved from my cock to my balls, she kneaded them between her fingers. "I love to slowly increase the pressure on your balls, and to watch your face as pleasure gives way to pain." Her hand got tighter and tighter on my balls, and soon that pain caused me to squirm in my restraints, I felt sweat break out on my forehead. I tried to stay silent, I didn't want to give her any satisfaction for hurting me, but then it was too much.

"PLEASE STOP! MY BALLS!" I cried out, she laughed as I begged for mercy. "FUCK! MY BALLS!" More laughter and she only squeezed harder. Then she abruptly let go, the relief was as intense as the pain.

"You men are so fucking weak." Her hand ran along the underside of my cock, then she played with the head of my cock, tracing her finger around the edges. "Still, as weak as you are, this is a nice cock. Nice and big too."

To my surprise she leaned over and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue worked its way down my shaft, then her head started bobbing up and down on my cock. Her big breasts swung as she sucked me off, I was trying not to get into it because I figured she had evil plans for me, but it was hard not to just give in and think about cumming into her soft warm mouth.

I was getting closer and closer, she was good at giving head. She sucked hard on my cock. My breathing picked up and just as I was about to let go her hand punched my balls and she took her mouth off my cock.

"SHIT! MY BALLS!" My cock twitched in anticipation of cumming, but it was not going to happen. It throbbed with the desire to unload, my whole body wanted it. At the same time, the pain from getting punched in the balls was almost overwhelming. I was a hot mess.

Rosa climbed up over me, she was on all fours, and she positioned herself so she could drive her knee into my balls. I watched in horror as she pulled her leg back, and then it felt like a ton of bricks smashed into my balls.

"OOOOOOOOOOF!" I groaned loudly as her knee connected, smashing my balls into my pelvis. Before I could catch a breath she did it again, and then again and again. She was relentlessly pounding on my balls. I struggled to breathe. I closed my eyes and waited for it to end as the pain in my balls built and built, just overwhelming me.

I could hear Rosa breathing hard above me, it wasn't easy beating on my balls for her, she's a big woman. I opened my eyes to see how she was doing, her big breasts were right above my face, and suddenly I felt a twinge in my cock.

"OOOOH SHIT!" I cried out as her knee connected with my balls, my cock blasted cum onto her stomach and breasts from below. "FUCK!" I groaned, more cum and another knee to the balls. Her leg rested against my cock and balls as she got ready to give me the next knee, I pushed my cock into her leg and more cum blasted out, then she kneed my balls again and the last of the cum dribbled onto my stomach.

"Fucking men, I can't believe you came."

"Sorry," I groaned.

"You're such fucking pigs."

"Maybe, but I'm the one tied up while you women beat my innocent balls to a pulp. Maybe you shouldn't be too proud."

Fuck, that was the wrong thing to say. Me and my big fucking mouth. I saw a look of determination cross her face, she pulled her leg way back, then blasted my balls with her knee. Everything was a blur after that, just a blur of agony and confusion. She got herself together and cleaned up and just left me on the cot in agony, she unlocked the cage and let herself out.

"Wait until my sister Sofia gets to you, she'll fuck you up!"

Great.

"My balls,! my balls: oh goddess my nuts! not my nuuuts!" I whimpered, hands clutching my scrotum, feelling the sofft, jelly-like contents of my nutsack squish around my fingers.

"ugh, ugh for goddess sake," I walked over to my brother, closed my eyes and chanted, "goddess of mine know my need, repair the destruction of lilith's greed. Be it mush, a bruise or fracture, please make it hole so my brother will not distract me."

Vicky never imagined her life taking any drastic turns. She knew she was cruel in her younger years and had found a way to get away from the bad crowd. Even became a protector of sorts. But when she clumsily, and meanly, tried to flirt her way into an old classmates pants…well, everything went wild.

And not in the fun way…

“TIM?!” Screaming, Vicky’s blonde hair whipped upwards as cold air rushed past them with so much force she felt her nipples turn hard from fear and from the chills.

Tim, wearing his Superman shirt and jean jacket, looked equally as shocked, his brown hair flailing around him like he was stuck in a tornado. He squinted to keep his glasses on his face. The wind was too strong for the flimsy plastic frame.

"Vickyl!? Of shit! It works! IT WORKS!" He screamed over the deafening roar of the cosmic winds. His heart was racing so fast he could feel it in his throat, his mind trying to process the unthinkable.

Her eyes wide with wonderful terror, Vicky's hand still clung to the skinny boy’s crotch, her fingers curling around the unmistakable bulge of his pulsing dick. She hadn't meant to, but the panic had made her cling to the first solid thing she found. And in that moment, she realized just how much she had changed since their school days. The fear had turned into something else, something she hadn't anticipated.

Her thump and pointer finger accidentally squeezed down on Tim’s left Nut.

“Ohhh FUCK!” Tim's scream pierced the void, a sound she never thought she'd hear from him again. It was a mix of shock and unsettling pleasure, and it was all too much for her to handle. She had always seen him as the nerdy outcast, never the object of her desire. But here they were, in a situation so absurd that reality felt more like a fever dream.

The pressure of her grip on his cock grew stronger, and she could feel it pulse against her palm.

“I’m s-sorry!”

Vicky’s words were torn away from her mouth as she let go of Tim’s crotch. The winds of the multiverse played with her body, making her float away from him. Her heart hammered in her chest, the gravity of the situation finally setting in. They were falling through dimensions, with no safety net, no guide, and no way back to their own reality.

No no this isn’t real! This isn’t happening! This is…

Swirling abyss of the multiverse as she watched in horror as her favorite hat – a grungy, oversized number with a cartoonish logo of a devil on it – was ripped from her head. The hat disappeared into the kaleidoscope of colors surrounding them, a tiny speck against the vast tapestry of the infinite. The sight of the yellow beams of light streaking across the cosmic canvas was like nothing she had ever seen. They danced and twirled, creating a mesmerizing pattern that was at once terrifying and dazzling.

“Beautiful…” Vicky gasps and turns to look at her wrist as a cute peeping comes from the silver and blue watching she’d seen earlier on Tim’s desk.

The dial head on the MultiWatch flashes a vibrant purple and pops open, revealing an intricate tapestry of numbers and symbols that looked like an alien language. She stares at it, her heart racing even faster. The symbols and numbers seem to pulse and dance in time with the rhythm of the multiverse around them, as if they were alive.

“Timmy!”

Tim’s face is a mix of terror and elation as he grabs the watch and fiddles with it. He’s trying to get a grip on the situation, his mind racing with the science that had brought them here and the science that would hopefully get them out. The winds of the multiverse swirl around them, tossing them like ragdolls, but his hand is steady as he works the controls.

It actually works. The algorithm must have synced when I wasn’t paying attention.

In the midst of the chaos, Tim’s hand brushes against Vicky’s double D boobs as he tries to stabilize her. He feels a jolt of electricity run through his body, and not just from the watch. She’s soft, and he’s hard, and the reality of their situation crashes over him like a wave. Please god let this work! he thinks before slamming down on the dial.

The world around them turns into a swirling vortex of purple light, the colors so vivid they could taste them. The winds die down to a gentle breeze, and the cold becomes a warm embrace. Their bodies press together, Tim’s arms around Vicky’s waist, her breasts smooshed against his chest, as they plummet through dimensions. The light consumes them, wrapping them in a blanket of pure potential.

They land with a jarring thud, the cold, hard floor of the lab replacing the infinite void. The purple glow dissipates, revealing the familiar steel walls and lab equipment around them. Vicky’s legs give out, and Tim holds her tightly, keeping her from collapsing. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her face is wet with tears that have been torn from her by the sheer terror and beauty of what they’ve just experienced.

Shaking, she lifts her head and sees they’re back in the lab, and Tim lets out a relieved laugh that’s equal parts shock and amazement. The watch on her wrist has stopped flickering, its dial now a calm blue, the same shade as his eyes that are staring back at her with a mix of triumph and fear.

“Vicky…”

Her breath hitches in her throat as she looks into those eyes, the same ones that had always been filled with intelligence and kindness. But now, they held something else. Something that made her heart race and her pussy throb. She could feel her cheeks redden as she leaned into him, her plump, inviting lips so close to his that she could almost taste the sweetness of his breath.

Tim’s eyes widen as he realizes where they’ve landed. Her knee is pressing firmly against his thick, hard cock, sending waves of pleasure through him that he tries to ignore. He’s never felt anything so intense, not even when he was lost in his most secret fantasies about her. He clears his throat, trying to find his voice, which has been stolen by the situation.

“Tim I…” Her voice trails off as she abruptly knees him in the balls, the action a reflex from the tension building up inside her.

“Ughh Vic…my ballsss…!” He moans as his cock softens sadly. Tim’s face contorts in pain, his body folds over, but she doesn’t dare to linger on his reaction. Vicky scrambles to her feet, her cheeks burning with an embarrassment that could rival a supernova.

“Sorry! I gotta go! Shifts over!” She had to get away, to put some distance between them before he realized the truth. Before she did something she’d regret.

Vicky bolts out of the lab, her chubby legs moving surprisingly fast for someone her size. The hallway stretches out in front of her, a blur of sterile white as she runs. She can feel the weight of the MultiWatch bouncing against her wrist, a constant reminder of the chaos they’ve just experienced. The things she couldn’t forget.

Oh man oh man he was throbbing underneath me! Her boobs bounce with every step, a sensation that’s both jarring and oddly comforting. It’s like her body’s trying to shake off the residual thrill of the insane fucking multiverse trip, the rush of the fall.

And Tim’s hard…

Ugh shut up, shut up! That wasn’t real! Vicky yells in her own head while turning the corner and pausing as she see’s a naked man standing still underneath a flickering light.

Her eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat. The man looked like he’d been carved from marble, his muscles defined and his cock thick and hard. She blinks, rubbing her eyes, sure she’s hallucinating from the trauma of their cosmic escapade.

But no, he’s still there, his melon-sized balls swinging with an eerie grace that seemed to defy gravity.

“Fuck dude! What the…uhh, you’re butt ass naked.” Her winded breath hitched as she saw his fingers twitch. The zombie-like movements of his body sent chills down her spine. His eyes, though, were the most unnerving. They were a piercing blue, so intense they almost glowed in the dim light of the hallway. They locked onto hers, and she felt a strange pull, like he could see right through her.

The naked man took a step forward, his cock pointing straight at her like an accusatory finger. Vicky took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. “Whoa, whoa, buddy, I don’t know what kind of universe you’re from, but here, we tend to wear clothes in the hallway, o-okay?”

Her hand shot to her pocket, searching for the comforting weight of her pepper spray. But as she touched the canister, the MultiWatch on her wrist glowed a deep, pulsing purple. She paused, looking down at the device with a mix of dread and fascination. The glow washed over her hand, sending a tingling sensation up her arm. She could feel it, a strange energy pulsating in sync with her heartbeat, whispering secrets that only it and she could understand.

The blue-eyed zombie man took another step, his grin widening, revealing teeth that looked more like sharpened rocks than the pearly whites of the living. He let out a low, guttural groan that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the building. His eyes never left the watch, his hunger palpable as his tongue darted out to lick the drool that trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Vicky’s hand froze around the pepper spray, her mind racing. She had sorta glanced at Tim’s blueprints for the MultiWatch and knew it was designed to harness the power of the multiverse and to jump between realities or something like that? She had his cock on the mind when he explained but she never expected to encounter a creature like this, not here in their own reality…

Was this even their reality?

The zombie’s grin grew wider, the corners of his mouth stretching until it seemed they would split apart. He took off at a sprint, his muscular body moving with a speed that defied his undead nature.

“Fuck no!”

Vicky’s brain screamed at her to move as the naked zombie sprinted towards her. She turned on her heels and dashed down the hallway, her legs pumping as fast as they could manage. The echo of her footsteps was the only thing that drowned out the grunts and heavy breathing of the creature behind her. She could feel the heat of its breath on the back of her neck, smell the stench of decay as it closed the distance between them. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her veins like liquid fire.

Tim was oblivious to the horror unfolding in the hallway. His eyes were glued to the computer screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed in a frenzy. The lab was a mess, papers scattered across the floor and equipment knocked over, remnants of their chaotic return.

His eyes widened as he saw the data from another MultiWatch’s upload, his mind racing to understand what it all meant

This data. These dates. They’re not ours at all! He fixed his glasses as he compared the notes in his head with the ones he’s scanning on the screen. Blue digital keys typed along the monitor as information from the future told him that a virus had leaked a year ago and that certain Dead zones in the world were domed off from the rest of civilization.

“Oh shit…”

Vicky’s world spun as the blue-eyed creature slammed into her back, sending her sprawling through the air. The lab’s heavy doors burst open with a metallic bang as she flew through them, the wind knocked out of her in a painful exhale. She landed hard, her chest hitting the floor with a thud that she felt in her teeth. The cold steel was unforgiving, and she groaned as the air was pushed from her lungs.

So much for titty cushions.

Tim's eyes snapped to the doorway as he heard Vicky's scream and the thud of her body colliding with the floor. He saw the creature's blue eyes lock onto the MultiWatch, and the realization hit him like a knee to the boys.

"VICKY, THE WATCH!" He screamed, pushing himself up from his chair, his cock still at half-mast from gentle soothing to his sore nuts, forgotten in the face of the horror unfolding before him.

Vicky rolled onto her back, panting heavily, and slammed her hand over the MultiWatch. The display popped open, and she watched in horror as an image of a hunched over figure materialized in a purple silhouette. It was a creature that looked like it had been born from the darkest corners of a nightmare, a twisted amalgamation of flesh and metal.

Her eyes widened as the watch emitted a high-pitched whine, the purple light growing brighter, more intense. The air around them crackled with power, and she felt something within her shift and change. Suddenly, her vision was split. One eye remained her own, the other now glowed a vibrant, pulsing blue. The creature before her stumbled back, his eyes widening in terror as his hands instinctively moved to cover his crotch. The change was happening, she could feel it.

Her skin began to itch, a sensation that grew more intense by the second. It felt like she was being invaded by a million tiny needles, each one reshaping her very essence. The watch was doing something to her, something she hadn’t anticipated.

The zombie's breath grew ragged, and his cock shrank before their eyes as he took in the new Vicky. The one that was becoming more than human, more than a mere mortal plaything in this twisted game of cosmic pinball.

Tim watched, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination as Vicky’s body transformed. The purple light enveloped her, leaving a trail of sparks that danced on her skin like a living tattoo. Her hair grew darker, her eyes changing to match the piercing blue of the creature’s, but the pupil of her right eye remained the same, a stark contrast to the glowing blue of the left. Her body tightened, muscles rippling under her shirt as if she had been sculpted by the gods of the gym themselves.

With elongated, sharp limbs, she rushed the zombie, moving with a grace that seemed unnatural. The creature's grin faltered as she threw an uppercut with a strength that seemed impossible, catching its shriveled sack with the precision of a seasoned fighter. The zombie's eyes rolled back in its head, and it let out a high-pitched squeal that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. It staggered backward, clutching at its ruined genitals, its body convulsing as it tried to process the pain.

Vicky felt a surge of power from the MultiWatch, her body responding to the alien commands. She took a leap that seemed to defy gravity, landing with both feet on the creature’s chest. The zombie's ribs crunched beneath her bare sharp feet, and she felt a perverse satisfaction as she heard the snap of bone and the crunch of its sternum giving way. Its eyes bulged, and it opened its mouth to scream, but the only sound that came out was a wet gurgle as its lungs collapsed under her weight.

Then backflipping off him like he was a spring board she lands on all fours and slowly rises above the twitching ghoul of a man. Her twisted body twitched as she grabbed it’s open jaw and reached down with her free long hand to grab the neck of his blue scrotum.

“Eat up, you sick fuck!” She roars with the power of a hundred Vickys as she rips his balls off and shoves them into his gaping mouth, forcing his teeth to close around the squishy flesh.

The zombie’s jaw snaps shut with a sickening crunch, and his eyes flicker back to their original brown, the blue glow vanishing like it had never been there. His body spasms, his muscles seizing up in agony.

Vicky watches, her own eyes wide with a mix of horror and exhilaration, as the creature that had been chasing her just moments ago slumps to the ground, unconscious and normal once again.

Normal and nut-less…

Vicky staggered back, her heart racing like a wild horse as she stared at the creature she’d just bested. Her new hands, a mix of pulsing toxic waste and flesh, glinted in the harsh lab lights. The MultiWatch on her wrist pulsed with a seductive purple light, whispering to her, taunting her with the power it had granted. She could feel it, a force that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

Tim gaped at her, his mouth hanging open, his cock at full attention again. The sight of Vicky, transformed into a creature of power and beauty, had his geeky brain short-circuiting. The reality of the situation was setting in, and it was like a punch to the gut. “V-Vicky?” He stuttered, his voice trembling.

Her eyes met his, the blue one still pulsing with the power of the MultiWatch. It was a stark contrast to her natural brown, and she could see the fear and confusion in his gaze. The watch on her wrist turned a deep, cobalt blue, and the display changed. Numbers flashed across the screen, a blinking countdown from what could only be infinity and from where they’re originally from…

Vicky’s eyes followed his to the watch, her own massive new heart racing. “What’s happening?” She whispered, her voice a trembling rumble.

Tim’s voice was nerdy but also cold, and hard fact as he spoke. “We’re in a random Verse, Vicky. Far from home. The countdown is from infinity to a very large number. We’re in a place where the laws of physics are...different. This isn’t our world anymore. This isn’t even a world I know how to navigate. That watch is keeping us tethered to the multiverse, but we can’t stay here for long. We need to get out of here before we’re stuck forever, or worse, become like…him.”

He gestured to the naked zombie-like creature on the floor, now unconscious and seemingly human again, minus two very important bits of anatomy. Vicky’s stomach churned, and she realized that the thing she’d just done was inhuman.

But it had felt right, like the watch had made her into something more than she ever could have been. She looked down at the poor man as his jaw unclenched and hung slack, releasing two blue, toxin-dipped testicles from his mouth like a macabre fruit.

Her strange zombie body still shuddered as her pussy throbbed again. “Fuck this is going to suck…”

It was the summer after senior year, and a lot of us were at the beach, drinking.  An old girlfriend and I were messing around, teasing each other.   We walked into the dunes and Katie laid down on her back. I went to lie down on top of her, but she grabbed my hands with hers.

“How about we see if you can fly?” she said, putting her foot on my lower stomach.  I knew that she wanted to lift me up with her leg and balance me with her arms.

“I’m too heavy,” I said, “I’ll wind up falling on you.”

“I can do it,” she said.

“Alright,” I said, “but keep your foot on my stomach, I want to have kids one day.” 

She nodded in agreement and laughed.

I leaned over and she put her foot on my stomach, but at the last moment before I was aloft she quickly slid her foot down to my groin and then immediately straightened her leg, lifting me off the ground, foot on my junk.

“Augghhhh,” I groaned.  There was no pain at first, just my involuntary audible reaction.

“Ha, ha, ha,” she laughed.

Then the pain hit, and I closed my eyes.   I expected her to immediately put me down, figuring it was a quick joke and I was too heavy for her, but to my surprise, she kept me up there.  I don’t know how she did it. 

Then, like any nut shot aftermath, the pain started spreading up my body. At the same time, the pain in my nuts increased since the weight of my body was crushing them.

I opened my eyes and tried to say, “My nuts,” but I was out of breath and nothing came out.

I sucked in some air and with effort croaked, “You’re crushing my nuts,” thinking that would get her to put me down.

“I know,” Katie laughed with ease.  “They feel so soft against my foot.”

“They really hurt.” I said. She didn't seem to care.

“My fucking NUTS,” I said, trying to communicate my pain.  .

Another groan came out of me.  I saw a huge grin on Katie. 

“Your face,” Katie said.  “It looks so funny.”

I then realized that she was really enjoying this, and I got scared.  

“I think I’m going to bounce you,” she said.  “I want to hear you groan again.”

“Please don’t,” I begged, but then she began to move her leg and I groaned, as if on cue.  With each bounce, the pain in my nuts increased even more. Then I realized with each bounce a spasm racked my body.

“I can feel you shivering,” Katie said.

“Please stop,” I begged again. 

But she bounced me again.  I groaned.  She laughed.

“Please,” another bounce, “Uggh. Please put me down.  You're destroying my junk.”

“I know,” Katie said.  “I’ve just wanted to bust your balls ever since you broke up with me.”

Katie gave one final shove with her leg and let my hands go.  I fell down in a heap, put my hand under my boxers which were under my boardshots to directly touch my testicles to see if they were still intact.

“You broke my heart,” Katie said as she stood over me, triumphant.  “But I broke your balls.”

She took out her phone and started taking pictures.  “I want to remember you like this.”

I covered my face with one hand and kept the other on my nuts as she snapped away.

"Let's get one of us together," she said. "Take your hand off your face," she commanded and took a selfie with me.

"It's perfect." She said. "I'll text it to you,"

I have to admit, it was pretty perfect. Me incapacitated, down in the sand, face in agony, wet with sweat, muscles visible but obviously they did not help. Katie in a bikini, lithe muscles, kneeling under her own power, face aglow with a triumphant smile, and pointing at my hand down my boardshorts.

"Got you gooodddddd."

Ty lay sprawled across his bed, the soft glow of his TV illuminating his muscular silhouette. His long dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail cascaded over his shoulder, contrasting against his darker skin marked with patches of vitiligo, an intricate pattern celebrated rather than hidden.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the rhythmic sounds of an anime episode played in the background, he clutched the remote, occasionally pausing to snack on chips, his focus only breaking for dramatic scenes that made him laugh or yell. The chaotic energy of the show drowned out the world, until suddenly, there came a loud knock at his door.

"Ty!" Jess's voice burst in unceremoniously.

She didn’t wait for a reply as she pushed the door open, her long box braids bouncing as she entered, she wore a bright yellow sundress, with a cropped denim jacket, and a sunflower in her hair.

“What?” Ty grumbled, trying to keep his annoyance in check. He loved Jess, but sometimes her energy felt excessive.

“Get up! We’re going out!” she exclaimed, already pulling at his muscular arm.

“Where?” he asked, still half-absorbed in the on-screen chaos.

“On a date! With my boyfriend, Carlos! He’s taking us to that burger joint down the street. You’re coming,” she declared with authority.

“Do I have to?” Ty says letting out a loud dramatic sigh.

“Yes!” Jess said emphatically, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, if you don’t like him, you can at least eat the burgers!”

Ty rolled his eyes but felt a tug of guilt. Looking at her, he could see a flicker of excitement mixed with nervousness in her eyes. As his stepsister, he had a responsibility to support her, even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

“Fine, fine, I’ll come. But only if you promise the burgers are worth it,” he said, finally getting up.

“Deal!” she replied, beaming. “And you know what? Bring Garret. He won’t want to miss this!” Jess says in a teasing yet sincere tone.

“G-Garret?! He’s probably busy! I don’t wanna bother him!!” Ty says letting out a nervous yet panicked laugh at his stepsister’s offer.

Ty then picks up his phone and calls Garret, with a few rings Garret finally answers the phone.

“Hello?” Garret says in his usual upbeat and happy voice.

“H-Hey Garret! Uh it’s me Ty, I was wondering if you’d wanna go out to a burger joint with me and Jess…?” Ty’s cheeks are as red as a tomato as his heart feels like it’s gonna explode.

“Sure Ty!! I’d love to go with you and Jess, I was dying of boredom anyways so you’re a lifesaver!” Garret replies sounding very pleased with the offer.

“G-great.. We’ll pick you up in an hour and thirty!” Ty hangs up the phone with a subtle smile.

“Oooou~ someone is in loooooveeee~!!” Jess purrs.

“Shut up Jess!! Go get dressed!!” Ty says blushing like crazy, as he pushes his stepsister out of his room.

With Jess finally out of his room Ty walks over to his full length mirror and begins to take off his pajamas. After taking off his loose shorts he stares at his almost naked body in the mirror, admiring his hard work and long gruesome hours he spent in the gym. He rubs his hand on his pec, gently brushing his nipple as he fantasizes about Garret, thinking about how soft his skin is, how he always smells like strawberry shortcake, his slim waist, and his large puppy like eyes. Ty couldn’t help but get a bit of an erection thinking about his crush of seven years.

“Ok Ty enough fantasizing about him!” Ty thinks to himself as he takes one last glance at himself in the mirror before putting on some clothes.

After getting dressed, Ty grabs the bottle of cologne Garret got him for his birthday a few months back. Ty walks back in the mirror to see if there’s anything he could fix on himself, but to his luck nothing is off about him or his outfit. Ty’s thought is quickly cut short as he hears the doorbell ring and sees his stepsister Jess bolt downstairs to open the door.

And to no surprise it was Jess’ new boyfriend Carlos, a handsome asian guy with messy black hair, with colorful tattoos covering his neck and both of his muscular arms, his almond shaped eyes squinted a bit from smiling, seeing his beautiful girlfriend he couldn’t help but be happy he met her.

Jess then screams in excitement as she jumps in Carlos’ arms but as she’s lifted in the air by Carlos her knee strikes Carlos in the balls, with a—

CRUNCH

Carlos’ places Jess down before slowly moving his trembling hands towards his assaulted danglers, as he groans and falls to his knees slowly.

“OH I’M SO SO SORRY!!” Jess says in a panicked tone.

Ty hears the commotion and walks downstairs to see what happened. As he makes it to the last step he sees Jess kneeling beside Carlos’ body, he steps closer to see Carlos cradling his balls as he finally realizes what happened.

“Oh.. I’m guessing you got hit in the nuts?” Ty says with a smirk as Jess looks at him in disbelief.

“Not now T!! Not NOW!!!!” Jess says in a quiet shout as she continues consoling her boyfriend.

“You probably should start wearing a cup when you’re around Jess. She’s a ballbust—“ Ty’s sentence is cute off as Jess kneels right in front of her stepbrother’s crotch, eyeing the large egg shaped lumps and sends a powerful punch into his fat balls with an audible—

CRUNCH

Ty’s eyes bulge out as he falls down to the ground groaning about his balls, Jess lets out a satisfied smirk as her stepbrother got what was coming to him.

“Now… I’ll go get you two an ice pack, then we can pick up Garret!!” Jess says as she stands up and walks off into the kitchen.

“Are you going to just drool over Garret? Let him know you like him or something!” Jess teased as they walked into the diner, the warm scent of grilled burgers filling the air.

“Shut up!” Ty laughed, trying to brush off her comment, although the crimson flush creeping across his cheeks said otherwise. “Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s cute! And we all know he likes you too,” Jess nudged him with her elbow.

“Do you know that for sure?” Ty questioned, a mixture of hope and skepticism in his voice.

“Just trust me! Now go find him while I get settled with Kyle,” Jess instructed, winking at him.

Ty swallowed hard, scanning the packed diner. There, off to the right at a corner booth, he saw Garret, animatedly chatting with Carlos. The sun streaming in through the window caught the warm hues of his skin, giving him an almost ethereal vibe.

With a deep breath, Ty made his way over, the burger-joint energy pumping adrenaline through his veins.

“Hey, Gar—“ Ty’s sentence is cutoff yet again when a short waitress’ knee launches into Ty’s unprotected sack with a painful—

CRUNCH

Ty makes a funny noise as his balls are struck yet again, this time by a very clumsy waitress who forgot to always watch her surroundings. Garret’s attention shifted, his brown eyes widening in shock as he spotted Ty get kneed in the balls.

“Oh my!! Ty!! are you alright??” Garret says as he runs over to Ty’s floored body.

“EEEK!! I’ll go get an ice pack!!!” The blonde waitress says as she bolts off to the back of the kitchen.

“H-here let’s get you a seat!” Garret says as he grabs Ty and moves him to their table.

As they both sit at their table the clumsy waitress who kneed Ty’s nuts up into his throat quickly comes back and hands Garret the ice pack.

“Again… I-I’m so SO sorry!!!” The waitress says again as she begs for forgiveness.

“Hey.. it’s fine… I’m sure Ty knows it was an honest mistake.” Garret says reassuring the waitress’ worries.

The waitress quickly returns to the other customers as Jess and Carlos make their way to the table.

“Whats with the ice pack T? I couldn’t have hit you THAT hard!!” Jess asks a bit confused seeing her stepbrother with another ice pack on his groin.

“Heh… it’s a long story but he’ll be fine!” Garret says trying to avoid Ty from more embarrassment.

As they got their food, Ty couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in his balls as they’ve been assaulted twice in one day, and both times being excruciating, but he puts the ice pack away and starts to eat along side with Garret and the others.

“Ty!! You GOTTA try these fries!!” Garret says as he takes a fry off his plate and puts it towards Ty’s mouth.

Ty’s eyes almost pop out of his head as Garret had gotten so close to him, he can smell Garrets perfume and it smells so good. But as he snaps out of his imagination he slowly takes a bite of the fry, amazed by its taste.

It's alive! Sorry about the long hiatus, yall. Reddit eating my last post kinda took the wind out of my sails, and I've had normal, non-kinky life stuff going on IRL, so this whole thing has taken a pretty far back seat. But I finally got around to finishing this chapter! Hopefully that will make it easy to keep writing, but no promises. But enough about that, on with the chapter! (And a little recap)

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Link to last part so you can follow the links back if you aren't caught up.

So, since reddit decided to delete the last part, here's a synopsis of what was supposed to have happened, edited a bit, since as someone pointed out on my last post, Sam actually already had sex with Ms. Powell previously, so he was not a virgin:

• Sam goes out to shovel like his mom said
• his snowpants are old and loose
• he was feeling adventurous and excited after the morning's talk, so he decided to go commando
• they slipped when stretched, and his neighbor Mrs. Wilson got an eyefull
• Mrs. Willson is in her 60s, grey hair, widowed, fit, athletic build
• She exclaimed, sam was startled, he tripped and hit his head
• she rushed over, brushed his dick with her hands "accidentally" a couple times as she tried to help his get his pants up
• she told him he shouldn't be a stranger, she gets lonely, etc
• sam went inside and told his mom what happened
• she wasn't surprised by mrs wilsons reaction, had sam come sit
• she jerked him off, told him about how women have needs, and mrs wilson is a closet slut
• she squeezed his balls and showed him how to rub her pussy, and he came in her mouth
• then, she jumped on him and they fucked
• afterwords, Sam thought of penny, and suddenly felt kind of guilty. he realized that he had kind of been anticipating that night as the first time they would have sex, and by fucking his mom all of the sudden, he felt like he had betrayed her somehow.
• his mom noticed and figured out what he was thinking, also feeling guilty and noting that Penny had probably heard them
• she told sam to get cleaned up and stay in his room for a while
• chapter ended with sam feeling guilty and going up to his room

Anyway, on with the next part, for real this time!

Sam lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, tapping a finger on his chest in nervous anticipation. It had been at least fifteen minutes since his Mom had gone to talk to Penny. What was happening? What was taking so long? Weight pressed down on his chest as he thought. Frustration welled up inside him and he exhaled an nervous sigh.

He didn't blame his Mom for what happened. He wasn't sure he even really blamed himself. It all made sense given the circumstances, but the timing had just been all wrong. The entire night he had been unconsciously building in the back of his head - the culmination of what had been building between him and is sister all semester, when everything was finally out in the open, when they could be together without worry or shame, the perfect end to the day - just tossed out the window by a single moment of unexpected passion.

He was sure Penny would be upset, hurt - she had to be. Sure, they hadn't made any formal plans, but he knew they had both been expecting the night to go that way. Throughout breakfast, by way of glances and moments of shared silence, they had come to an unspoken agreement - tonight would be the night, just the two of them, just as it had started. Now he didn't know what to expect, and not knowing was eating him up.

He got up and began to pace back and forth, contemplating going over to try to hear what was going on. Just as he had made up his mind to try it, he felt his phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was Penny. His heart skipped a beat as he unlocked his phone. It was a short message, saying only,

"Can you come to my room?"

He stood frozen for a moment, staring at the text, and cursing the ambiguity of written language. Was she angry? Sad? Eager? Was she going to tell him it had all been a mistake somehow?

*Click*

He locked his phone and faced to door.

"Fuck it. Only one way to find out." he whispered under his breath, and turned the doorknob.

Standing in front of his sister's door, he took a deep, steadying breath, and knocked twice.

"Come in." came the soft voice of Penny. Her tone was hard to read, emotional, yet calm, and a hint of something else he could not discern. He gently pushed open the door to find the room only dimly lit by her bedside lamp. Her curtain were drawn, and she was sitting on her bed, pillow clutched to her chest like a physical shield whatever she was feeling.

"Hey." Sam said gently, closing the door behind him.

"Hey.." she replied. Her expression was as hard to read as her tone had been as she contemplated him. He could see hurt, sadness, but also anger, anxiety, and... was it fear?

She sniffed and her expression darkened.

"Have a nice little fuck sesh? How was she? Better than Ms. Powell?"

"Uh, I-"

"I'm not stupid, Sam. We go to school together, you know. I was there early that day, too. I wat- I knew what was going on. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out you were fucking our teacher."

"Penny, look-"

"It's whatever." She said, deflated a bit and looking away. "I guess milfs are just your type or whatever."

Sam sighed and went to sit by his sister.

"I'm sorry, Pen. I didn't- I wasn't planning on that, today. It just kind of... happened. I thought she was just gonna, ya know, but then, it all happened so fast, and- not that I'm blaming her, but I just-"

"Whatever, it's fine, okay? I guess I shouldn't even really be surprised, now that we're all in this fucking love triangle thing, or whatever the fuck it is." Her short, irritated voice betrayed her. It was clearly, and decidedly, not fine.

"Penny... Do you.. not want to be?" he probed cautiously.

"I- No! I- ugh! I don't know, okay?!"

She buried her face in her pillow in frustration.

"This is all just so- so FUCKED. It wasn't supposed to be this way. None of it! Not Mom, not the stupid class, not- not us! Not like this."

"Oh..." Sam said, sudden worried. It was worse than he had expected. He knew she would be mad, but this... he didn't know what to say.

"I- uh, I see. Um..."

Noticing his reaction, Penny made a sound of exasperation and grabbed his hand.

"No, Sam, I don't mean it like that! I just mean, ugh, I don't know." she tried to explain.

"I thought you were okay with all this. After this morning, I thought-"

"I know. I was, I am. I think. I just- I didn't expect everything to happen so fast. I thought I'd have more time, we'd have more time to get used to it, and figure out, like, what this is exactly." She gestured between them.

"I know what you mean." he sighed, "This whole school year has honestly been insane. But look, regardless of anything else that's happened, I know one thing I have absolutely no regrets about." He turned to face his sister and cupped her cheek in his hand.

"You."

Penny responded with a small sound, somewhere between sadness and joy.

"I don't know how everything else is gonna work out, but the one thing I know for sure is that I love you. More than I should. More than I ever thought I'd admit to myself. I don't understand it, but I can't help it. It may have taken some weird, fucked up circumstances for me to figure it out, but I- heh, well I suppose you could say you've really kicked some sense into me recently."

Penny half laughed, half groaned.

"Idiot. That was so lame." she complained, despite the rosy cheeks suddenly tinting her cheeks, and the smile threatening to break across her lips.

"I won't deny that, hehe. But I'm your idiot, right?"

"Shut up." she replied, leaning into him with a kiss. After several moments, they broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I love you, bro."

"I love you too, Pen."

"But don't think just because I've forgiven you that your balls are getting off scot-free. I'm still pissed and they're a good punching bag."

"I knew that was too easy." Sam groaned.

"Shut up and drop those shorts." Penny commanded, smirking, her cheeks glowing with excitement.

Sam obeyed, pulling his loose boxer shorts off and standing in front of his sister with his legs spread. Penny knelt in front of him and weighed his bruised and swollen balls, tossing them up and down a few times. Sam hissed. In their damaged state, even Penny's softest touch caused his balls to twinge painfully.

"These suckers really can take a lot of abuse, huh?" Penny said, applying slight pressure.

"Fuuuck, please, Pen. They're so sore." Sam whined as she squeezed a littler harder.

"Hehe, yeah, that's kind of the point. You know, now that I think about it, I'm glad Mom's on board with this whole thing. It'll be so awesome to have someone there who knows exactly how much we can fuck up your balls without seriously injuring you."

She took one aching ball in each hand now and began to squeeze them, harder now. Sam gasped, his legs beginning to tremble. The pain was brutal. He gritted his teeth as she crushed his already bruised and inflamed testicles in her hands.

"We can crush your nuts and beat the shit out of them all day long, keeping you in constant pain for as long as we want, and bring you right to the edge of danger again and again." An excited, sadistic edge was creeping its way into Penny voice. An edge that both terrified and excited Sam.

Suddenly, she increased the strength of her grip to its full extent, the veins of her hands bulging, the skin turning white. Sam let out of hoarse cry as pain erupted inside him. Hie legs buckled and he fell to the floor, but Penny did not relent. Her crushing grip remained, compressing his tortured testicles without mercy.

Then, the pressure relented, and Sam gasped, shuddering in pain and relief. But the ordeal was not yet over. She pulled him roughly to his feet by the balls, and shoved him against her door. With one hand, she began to stroke his miraculously hard cock, the other, she placed on his shoulder.

"You're gonna cum for me this time, got it, big bro? You're gonna cum from your little sister smashing your stupid, fat, nuts."

She punctuated each of those last three words with a sharp slam of her knee into his crotch.

"Fuck, Penny! Fuck!" Sam hissed through clenched teeth. Her hand worked his cock, her knee slammed his balls, and his head fell limply on her shoulder as she continued.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

It was too much. His mind going blank from the pain, he felt himself raise his head and shove his tongue into his little sisters mouth, kissing her passionately as the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed him at last, and with a final, brutal, crushing impact of her knee into his destroyed balls, he came. He convulsed, his cock twitching wildly in Penny's hand as she fell to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking every last drop of cum out of him. When he was done, Sam fell to his knees, shuddering still.

Penny knelt beside him and put his head in her lap, caressing the side of his face.

"Shhh. You did so well for me, baby. Shh, shh. I know. I love you so much. I love that you can take this kind of pain from me. It's so sexy. You're the love of my life. I love you, Sam."

She leaned over him, and kissed his face, his lips, his cheeks, his head, everywhere she could reach from her position.

"Come to bed with me, Sam."

Slowly, gingerly, she helped him up and into her bed. She pulled off her clothes, and then climbed in beside him. Sam treasured feeling her naked skin against his own. It was the first time they had slept naked together, and despite the intense aching in his balls, he was filled with warmth and affection for her. They faced each other and kissed.

"I didn't go too hard did I?"

"I'll be fine. Like you said, they can take a lot."

"I know. I just- I got caught up in the moment a little bit. I don't actually want you to be in pain all the time. I only said that because I, I don't know. It was hot in the moment. But I want you to feel good, too. You know that, right? I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Better even. I wan-"

Sam stopped her with a gentle hand on her cheek.

"Pen, I know, okay? I know you wouldn't do anything I wasn't into. I won't deny that my balls hurt like hell, but you should know by now how I feel about that. Sometimes I wish it didn't, but fuck, getting my balls busted turns me on so much. Heh. Kind of embarrassing to say it out loud like that, but, yeah. I like it. I wand you to do it. So don't worry so much okay? I'll stop you if you go too far."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Penny sighed and looked at him with love in her eyes.

"Why do you have to be so, so- fuck, I don't even know - so good. You're gonna make me insane with how obsessed with you I'm getting. It's actually kind of pissing me off." She said, her tone exasperated, but full of love and gentleness and admiration.

"Guess we're just made for each other." Sam said, smiling.

"I guess so."

They kissed again, and for a time after that, they simply lay together, cuddled in her too-small bed in her dimly lit room, in their little house, with heavy snow still blanketing onto the roof above them, breathing together, enjoying the simple pleasure, the cozy intimacy of rest together, until the gentle embrace of slumber finally took them, and they drifted off to sleep.

Part 1

The day after my older sister hit me in the balls i woke up late. It was Sunday. I was glad that my testicles didn't hurt anyone. That day i really needed to study for my college exams. The wheater was good so i supposed Kira would have hung out with her friends all day. Before getting up, i picked my phone to check my social media.

My heart skipped a beat when i saw the video of Kira dressed like a witch while she trick me to kick my balls. She shared it with the title "the return of the witch". In the description she explained that she was recreating a game of our childhood. 

The post had already 34 likes. Mostly women. Even Jess, the girl i had a crush on, liked the video and commented "poor Kevin lol". I felt so embarrassed and betrayed. It's one thing to get hit in the nuts by your sister, it's another to have it shared for the world to see. I was intended to tell Kira to remove the video. 

 I picked up some clothes and headed to the Kira's room after a quick stop at the bathroom. Without knocking, I burst in.  

"Kira!" i shouted before freezing at the sight in front of me.

My sister was laying on her stomach wearing nothing but a pair of black panties. Her bottom was a perfect heart-shape, the black lace of her panties clung to the curve of her cheeks, hinting at the firms globes beneath. I was left speechless.

  "Kevin! What the fuck!" Kira panicked for a moment.

She roughly turned to me and covered her breasts as fast as she could holding a cloth above her chest.

"Are you crazy?" Get out of here!" she shouted and brought her knees up to cover the her body. I swallowed and blushed but i didn't want to chicken out and tell her how angry i was about the video. 

"You have to remove it..."  

"Kevin! What are you talking about. Get out! I'm almost naked!" Kira intimated me to leave the room in a serious tone of voice. She was clearly embarrassed. 

 "I'm talking about the video you posted on Instagram! You kicking me in the balls!"

  "Oh..." Kira gasped. There was a moment of silence. Then she lowered her legs and made her self a little more comfortable.

"Is that the reason you sound so angry?" she asked with a smirk.  I stepped back as if something had hit me.

"Yes... It's... Just not fair" 

 "Oh poor little brother. Are you that susceptible about your balls? It's just a funny video. What's wrong with it?" Now Kira sat on the bed. She was still covering her breasts with a shirt. She crossed her legs giving me a nice sight of them.  I stepped back again. It was like all her embarrassment had gone. I didn't know how to reply. It seemed that i was the one naked.

Kira just stared at me, digging in my discomfort for the topic i've brought up. 

"Balls, balls, so round and blue," Kira began to sing in a mocking tone. "So sensitive, so much to do, when they're kicked by your sister, oh what a view!" She moved her shoulders in a little dance to make her playful chant a little more sexy. 

  "Oh please... Shut up" i rolled my eyes while Kira was still dancing her shoulders. 

 "Now Kevin the witch commands you to turn around"  

"Seriously Kira? I won't fall for that again!" 

 "Yes you will" she wiggled her fingers pretending to cast her spell on me. "Turn around and close your eyes!" she chanted "I need to dress up! Turn around" 

 "Fine!" i sighed and did what she told me to do. 

 "No peeking! Colse your eyes with your hands"  I moved my hands on my eyes. I couldn't see anything but i hear Kira moving around as she dressed up. 

 "So Kevin, tell me. What's the problem with that video?" she asked.  

"It's you kicking me in the balls. It has been painful and... humiliating. Everyone is going to make fun of me if you don't..." 

 "Surprise!" out of nowhere Kira shouted out loud and yanked down my shorts.  For a moment i was confused by what had just happened. I turned and saw Kira on her knees and my shorts on my ankles.

  "What the fuck!" i yelled and tried to grab my shorts but she was pulling them so i stumbled and almost fell over. Kira was fast. She snatched my shorts from my grasp and was now holding them above her head, her smirk growing wider. She looked absolutely delighted with herself.

"eye for an eye! you saw me half naked, now it's my turn" She had put on a bra and panties but she wasn't wearing any shorts. She put on mine. I felt kinda humiliated by her last move so i lept on her without really thinking. 

 "Fuck you Kira! Give them back to me!" i was determined to get my shorts back along with my dignity. That was a mistake.  As soon as i lunged for her, she was ready. She stepped aside and with a swift motion, she kicked me right in the balls again.

The impact was stronger than the previous day, probably because i was not expecting it. I felt like i was going to die. The pain was intense, and i doubled over, clutching my crotch and gasping for air. The fact that i wasn't wearing any shorts made it even worse.

 "Squashy!" Kira exclaimed with a sadistic laugh, watching me writhing on the floor, my eyes watering with pain.   

"Damn it! Why always the balls?"

  "Oh my balls... Why always the balls? Ouch, ouch, ouch" Kira mocked me as i tried to get on my feet. She was bending over and covering her crotch with both hands as if she was in pain. Her amrs squeezed her boobs together, making them almost split out of her bra. 

 "Are you staring at my tits?" She whispered to me and glanced between my legs with a smile. I hate the way she was now completely at ease while i was both embarrassed and in pain. 

 "You can delete the video by yourself" she pointed at her laptop on the desk.

"The password is 8dollsand6windows all one word" 

 I wondered if she was really going to let me use her computer. I thought she was trying to lure me into something. That was surely some kind of trick. Wasn't she afraid i could read her private messages?  For a moment i looked at her while she combed her hair in front of the mirror completely ignoring me. 

"If you read my messages i'll have a great reason to kick you in the balls! Come one the password is right" she said.

  I decided to give it a try. Deleting that video was more important than any of Kira's tricks. I sat at her desk and turned on the laptop. The password was right. I was surprised by that. Without loosing time i opened her Instagram and deleted the video.

  I was relief. Apparently Kira wasn't an asshole. I considered it a victory and relaxed for a moment when suddenly Kira grabbed my shirt from behind the chair and took it off leaving me bare chest with nothing but my underwear on. 

 "Hey! What the fuck!" i covered my nipples out of instinct. Kira didn't gave me the time to get up. She turned the wheel chair toward her and faster than a cat leaping on a mouse she put her bare foot on my crotch, pinning me down on the chair. 

 "Oh oh... No! Kira! What the hell" i moaned staring at the foot dangerously resting on my balls.

When my eyes moved up i found Kira's boobs an inch from my face. She had her hands on the armrest and her body bended over. My shirt was in her right hand.  Slowly she raised her upper body and crossed her arms. She was digging in my discomfort.

"If you even try to get up my foot will crush your balls!" she explained with a smirk as if it wasn't clear enough that she had me trapped. 

 "Kira! Please! Give me my shirt! I'm almost naked" i begged in a desperate attempt to save me from other humiliation.  Kira pressed her foot down a little.

"Do you think you're in the position of making demands?" she smiled playfully as always.

I closed my fists as I felt the pain growing between my legs. I hate the way she seemed to have so much fun.  Kira pushed out her chest, stretched her shoulders and adjusted her bra making sure to give me one last show of her boobs before putting on in my own shirt. 

 "I told you! Eye for an eye. Who's the naked one now?" she asked and crushed my balls between her foot and the chair.  I couldn't help but let out a high-pitched squeal. Tears welled up in my eyes and my body tensed up.

"You're taking my balls more than my eyes!"  Kira burst out laughing at my joke and lucky for me the pressure of her foot loosened a bit. I tried to get up but she didn't allow me to and pushed my balls back on the chair.  She was about to crush them again when we were interrupted but our mom.

 "Kira, is Kevin in your room?" she asked out loud from another room.  We panicked. I didn't want mom to find me in my sister's room wearing nothing but underwear and apparently Kira didn't want to explain why she was holding me down with her foot on my balls.

  Kira put her foot on the floor as if she had been already caught.

"Of course he is not Mom!" she said trying her best to sound casual.

"I thought i heard a voice" 

 "I was watching a video mom"  We were both frozen in fear hopping for mom to go away. The door wasn't locked. As I burst in Mom could have done the same. 

 "I can't find your brother anywhere. Do you know where the hell is he gone?"

  "He is 20! Why in the world should i know where he is?" Mom didn't answer at this. All we could hear was her walking around the floor. She was getting closer.  

"I'll do the laundry if you give me your dirty clothes" she said from the other side of the door. 

"Don't worry Mom. I can do my laundry by myself" 

 "No Kira you can't! It's a waste of water. We can't run the washing machine twice because you want to wash your clothes by yourself. Rent an house, live alone and you'll do want you want! I'm coming"  Kira swallowed.

"Wait!" she called out, her voice a little too loud. "I'm naked. let me ger dress!" she gained some time and looked all around with a concerned expression.  

All i could do was waiting in silence and hope for Kira to find a way to get both of us out of this awkward situation.  Suddenly Kira's face lightened up. She walked to her lift up storage bed and lifted it up reveling a vain big enough for me to lay down in. She suggested me to get in and lay down with with no words but excessively theatrical gestures. The panic disappeared from her face and now she was smiling as if it was the most funny thing ever happened in her life.

  There wasn't much i could do but follow her silly idea and hide in the vain. As i laid down Kira lower the mattress. I could barely move but i must admit it was a great hiding spot.  After a minute or so Kira lifted up the bed again.

I stared at her with a puzzled expression and she surprised me with another odd way to torment me. She put a thick book right over my balls and  whispered to me "ouch" before lowering the bed.  There was no space left between the book and the net of the bed and my balls ended up squeezed between the book and my body. 

 From my position i couldn't move the book nor i could lift up the bed. I was trapped.Lucky the book wasn't pressing hard on my crotch. Most of the volume was on my thighs but still my balls were unpleasantly squeezed.  Kira let Mom in. I couldn't see the room. I could just hear the voices of Kira and Mom.  

"Are you wearing Kevin's clothes?"

  "... Yes... Much more comfortable than mine!" 

 "You've been tormenting your brother since you were children. Now you even steal his clothes?"

  "He knows and he doesn't mind" I hear Mom picking up some clothes. It didn't take long. 

 "Kevin has left his phone on the bed. Tell him to text me if you see him. I'm going to the mall. when I'm done with the laundry."

 "Sure!"  The door slammed.

My balls were still squished under the heavy book, and the pain was definitely growing. I tried to shift my body to relieve some of the discomfort, but even the slightest movement sent a sharp stab through my groin.

 "Well, well, well. It seems that the witch has captured a prisoner!" Kira sat on the bed with her ass right at my crotch level. Her weight pushed the mattress down crushing aching balls.  

I heard her giggling like a child. Some how she managed to trap me just like we were younger. 

"Kira please! My balls... Let me out"

 "Be quite. Don't make too much noises. I can't let you out now. We need to wait until Mom goes to the mall. And it feels too good to have you trapped under here," Kira said, her voice muffled slightly by the mattress. "I'll keep you like this until your balls turn into pudding! Ahahaha" 

 I groaned in pain and begged her to let me out but she completely ignored my complaints. Instead she began to jump her ass on the bed.

   "Balls, balls, so squishy and blue, in a pudding they'd make a fine view!"  She bobbed her hips up and down in rhythm with the words, each bounce sending a new wave of agony through my trapped genitals.

 I had to endure the torture for another ten minutes or so before Kira decided she had had enough fun and felt satisfied enough to let me out. As soon as she lifted up the storage bed i took the book away from my aching balls and threw it at Kira. It hit her on the shoulder making a loud noise. 

My anger made her laugh even more as she looked at me with her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Looks like the prisoner isn't happy," she said, still chuckling as she picked up the book and put it on the desk.

I hardly managed to pull myself into a standing position, my face red with a mix of pain and embarrassment.

 "Fuck you Kira! Always my balls... You'll end up castrating me if you keep on hurting them!"

 I blamed her for her childish behavior.

"You're always messing with me, Kira. It's not funny anymore. You're an adult, and I'm not your plaything."

 "Oh, come on, Kev," she said, waving me off with a giggle. "It's just a harmless prank. You're too sensitive. Here, let me give you your clothes back!"

 Kira took off the shirt and handed it to me. "Does this make us even? Happy prisoner?" she giggled.

 I grabbed the shirt from her outstretched hand and blushed staring at her chest, which was barely concealed by the thin fabric of her bra. Her breasts looked full and inviting, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and arousal. 

"Am i a bad sister?" she asked sarcastically and pushed out her chest. 

 "Yes you are!" i exclaimed and put on my shirt. "My balls are still hurting" 

"Oh poor little boy. You're balls are in pain because your evil sister hit them too much. I'm so, so bad" Kira lowered her bra's straps. 

 I swallowed and stepped back. I knew she was just teasing me with her feminine charm.

 "You're the worst!" 

"My oh my! The worst!"

 "Yes. The worst sister in the world! You've crushed my balls"

 "What a monster I am. Tormenting my poor, sensitive brother." Kira said with feigned innocence and reached her back to unclasp her bra. 

I pretended to be at ease but i was trembling. Her teasing was driving me crazy. Kira was smiling at me holding the bra's cups over her boobs with her hands.

 "Are you balls hurting so bad? The evil witch has tormented you that much?" 

I couldn't say a single word. It was pretty clear that despite my aching balls and all the bad things i've just told her, i was falling for her trick and i was lusting at her body. 

 Kira began to swing her hips like a sort of dance. "Bad, bad, bad, I'm so bad," she sang in a playful melody. "I kick you in the balls and now you're sad".

She hummed a melody and let her bra fall on the floor. Her boobs bounced free. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her breasts were so round, so firm. The way they bounced as she danced her hips was mesmerizing. They were perfect, a sight that made my mouth water and my heart race. 

 "Come on Kev! I'm not that bad now, am i? Still the worst sister ever?" 

 I must admit she fully succeeded in repaying me for all the pain she'd caused to my balls but i would had never said that out loud. 

 I was growing a boner and i was definitely too embarrassed to do anything. She was winning even this round.

 "Yes... Yes you're... The wrost!" i said covering my crotch and dashing out the room. Kira laughed as i run away from the embarrassing moment.

"Wait Kevin! Is something wrong? Are you hiding something?" she yelled at me but i was already in my room. "Don't you want your pants back?" her laughs echoed through the hallway

. I laid on my bed, holding my aching balls and trying to ignore the throbbing erection that was tenting my pants.

The humiliation of Kira's pranks and her teasing was a cocktail of pain and arousal that left me feeling utterly confused and frustrated.  

Kira knew really well how to push my buttons. I wondered if her playfulness will ever end.

Manhattan university Basement laboratory, 1997 Verse: 01

It was a simple Tuesday night when Tim Armstrong, a specialist computer programmer, changed reality forever. Sat hunched over his keyboard with the glow of the monitor casting an eerie green light on his pale face, His glasses slipped down his nose as he squinted at the lines of code that seemed to dance before his eyes.

His workspace was a cluttered battleground of energy drink cans, pizza boxes, and tangled cords. Tim's mind was a labyrinth of algorithms and data bugs, his eyes darting back and forth as he navigated the digital world with the finesse of a maestro conducting an invisible orchestra.

The task at hand was Herculean: an algorithm capable of navigating the infinite vastness of the multiverse by forcing a line through the barriers. The very concept was mind-boggling, yet Tim felt an electric excitement buzz through his veins with every keystroke.

The idea of creating a tool that could hop through realities was not just a challenge; it was a declaration of war against the boundaries of human understanding. The code was complex, a tapestry of numbers and symbols that weaved together to form a bridge through dimensions. Each line was a step closer to unlocking the secrets of existence itself, and Tim knew he was onto something big.

Wandering the hallways of the sleeping campus security guard Vicky Hitman yawned as she waved her flashlight side to side and felt her steel toe boots thud with each step. Her dark blond hair pulled into a messy bun.

The quiet was a stark contrast to the pulsing bass of the party she’d left behind, her cap slightly askew from where it had been pushed back to wipe the sweat from her brow. The silence of the university basement was eerie, especially for someone with a need for action. Her big eyes, as wide as her hips, grew heavy with boredom as she passed by the endless doors that held secrets of science and research.

“Ughhh this is so boring…”

That was until she noticed a faint glow spilling out from one of them, and the distant sound of clacking keys.

Vicky’s curiosity piqued, she approached the source of the light, her hand resting on the baton at her side out of habit. Peering through the small window, she saw Tim, the IT department’s resident genius, surrounded by a sea of computer screens. His face was a picture of intense concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he worked. But what really caught her eye was the unmistakable bulge in his green cargo pants, which she couldn’t help but wonder if it mirrored his prowess in the programming world.

Like a rat caught with cheese in it’s hands Tim stiffens and turns when he hears someone clear their throat.

Pushing the door open with a soft creak, she stepped into the room, her eyes never leaving the bulge. “What’s happening down here? Little party?” Flashing her cute chubby girl smile Vicky gives the rest of his scrawny nerd ass a look over.

Tim's heart skipped a beat, and his cheeks flushed crimson. He wore a denim jacket over a Superman t-shirt that clung to his slender frame, red Converse peeking out from under the desk. The sight of Vicky was a cruel reminder of his school days when he was often the victim of her jock friend’s teasing. He quickly adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up his nose.

"N-no, I'm just working on a... a... project," he stuttered.

Vicky's smoky eyes took in the room, the screens flickering with unintelligible data. He’s all alone. Mm good.

She stepped closer, her thighs brushing against the things on his desk as she stood beside him and leaned down. "Looks pretty intense. What kind of project needs this much reading?. Uhhh what am I even looking at, Bruce Banner?" Her voice was low and playful, with a hint of flirtation that hadn't gone unnoticed by Tim.

“Don’t act like you know who that is.” Tim said defensively, blushing again as Vicky rolled her eyes at his whining. “And besides, just forget it. you won’t understand even if I explained. This is advanced programming.”

Dropping her eyes and mimicking his voice she repeats, “You won’t get it, dweeb, My balls still haven’t dropped and even advanced technosnore can’t make me a real man no matter how hard I try.”

“I don’t sound like that either! A-And they have dropped!”

Laughing, Vicky's eyes hovered over the rest of his workbench to see a blue and silver bulky watch, connected by a thick cable to one of Tim's many computers. It looked like something from a sci-fi movie, with digital numbers flickering in a hypnotic pattern across its face.

"What's with the fancy timepiece?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is it a new gadget for counting down to your next Dungeons & Dragons match?"

Tim's face grew more flustered as he realized she wasn't taking him seriously. "It's not what it looks like," he began, his voice gaining a hint of urgency. "It's a... a temporal jumper."

Vicky's smirk grew wider as she leaned against the desk, her generous chest pressing against the edge. "Oh, really? And how does that work?" she asked, feigning ignorance as she played with a loose thread on her uniform sleeve.

Tim took a deep breath, trying to ignore the distraction of her cleavage. "Well, it's complicated," he began, his voice shaky. "It's based on quantum entanglement theory. It uses the watch as a focal point to align with a corresponding device in another dimension."

Vicky nodded along, her eyes glazed over with the technical jargon. "So, it's like a beeper to call home?"

Tim sighed, his frustration growing. "It's not a beeper, it's a fucking door to other realities!"

“Rightttt.” Standing back up Vicky presses herself against Tim till he’s the one leaning against the counter, his flat ass practically sitting on a pile of notes as Vicky’s shorter but stronger body pressed against his front. “Listen Brainiac, I’m sure you’re working on something very fascinating but I couldn’t help but notice that…unauthorized weapon hidden in your pants.”

Tim’s eyes widened like dinner plates. “W-What? No no, it’s just...I’m a programmer, we get these sometimes. It’s just...nerd stuff.” Words flew from Tim’s mouth as he realized what was actually happening.

Vicky smirks and reaches down to grab the thick soft shaft of his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Yeah? Just a…little nerdy boner, huh?"

Tim's nervous laughter echoes in the lab, high pitched and awkward. He tries to use his big brain but his heart keeps racing. "V-Vicky, seriously, I don't know what you're doing here but-"

She cuts him off with a smug smirk, giving his cock another squeeze. "Oh, I think I'm making myself pretty clear here, Timmy," she says, her voice a blend of amusement and challenge.

Tim's nervous laughter fills the room, his eyes darting around the lab as if searching for hidden cameras. "V-Vicky, you can't be serious," he stammers, his voice cracking like it used to all the time. "Is this some kind of... prank?"

Vicky's smirk turns into a full-blown grin. "Prank?" she repeats, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nah, I'm just a bored security guard passing the time, and you've got the most interesting thing in this basement."

Leaning further forward, she feels Tim's cock swell even more beneath her palm. She can't help but blush a little as she tightens her grip around the bulge in his pants. The fabric strains against his growing arousal, and she's surprised by the manly power she feels pulsing through it. "Looks like you've got a little extra... energy," she says, her voice a bit softer now, a hint of awe slipping into it.

Jesus he’s huge in my hand. I don’t even know if he’s fully hard…fuck, to think I used to bust his balls back in the day. I wonder if they really have dropped. She thinks as she shudders at the memories.

At the time she was dating Spencer, the head striker of their bowling team. She remembered dropping his prized green 25 pound bowling ball on his cheating nuts when she caught him with her cousin. But even before then he would hold poor Timmy down while they threatened to knock his small testicles around like a bowling pin.

Now his dick is the pin… her other hand reaches low and fondles his sack through the baggy pants.

Tim's heart was racing, and his breaths grew shallow as he felt Vicky's hand explore his blessed assets. He could feel the heat from her palm, the gentle squeezes sending shockwaves through his body. "V-Vicky, I-I don't think this is appropriate." he managed to say, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Oh, come on," Vicky pouted, her voice a sweet siren's song in his ears. "You can't tell me you've never thought about it…with me? Besides, it'll make my shift go by faster. And if it's as powerful as your brain, I bet it'll be quite the blowing experience," she winked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Tim's mind raced. He had fantasized about Vicky before, but she was his tormentor from his high school days. Now she was here, flirting with him, her hand on his dick print. It was a scene he never could've scripted. He swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent response.

"V-Vicky," he stuttered, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea. We could be caught…”

But his words were lost in the heat of the moment as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "How about you let me take care of that little problem of yours?" she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup him firmly through his pants.

"I've got a pretty good mouth, you know. I could make it all...go away. Just let me suck your cock superman.”

Her voice was a seductive purr that sent shivers down Tim's spine. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Vicky Hitman, the same girl who had once shoved his face into a locker and stole his lunch money after punting his balls like a soccer ball, was now offering to give him a blowjob? In his basement lab?

Before he could even begin to formulate a response, his hand slipped on the keyboard. The screens around him flickered, and the air grew thick with an electric tension he hadn't felt since the first time he'd seen a porn magazine.

Vicky's eyes grew wide with surprise and excitement as all the monitors turned purple. "Oh, shit, did you just press something?"

Tim's eyes darted from her hand on his crotch to the screens and back again, his brain struggling to process the situation. "N-no, I...I was just trying to..." He reached out to grab the mouse, his trembling hand knocking over a half-empty can of Jolt Cola, the sticky liquid spreading like a toxic spill across the floor.

The flickering grew more intense, and the room was suddenly bathed in a pulsing purple light. Symbols and numbers danced across the screens, moving faster than Tim could track. Panic set in as he realized he had triggered something he hadn't intended.

He slapped at the keyboard in a desperate attempt to abort the program, but it was like trying to swat a hornet's nest with a wet napkin—the more he flailed, the more erratic the response.

Looking at the displayed watch, Vicky realized that the digital display face was no longer a simple countdown. It was a frenetic web of interlocking lines and images that swirled like a Van Gogh painting during an earthquake.

“What the…” reaching out to grasp it, she’s filled with an all new type of sensation. something powerful and new.

Tim's hand shot out, trying to slap the watch away from her grasp, but it was too late. The blue and silver contraption let out a series of high-pitched beeps and a burst of purple sparks shot out, momentarily blinding them both. She stumbled backward, her hand still on Tim's cock, which was now fully erect.

The lab around them shimmered like it was made of watercolor. And then…

They were gone.

The purple light swallowed them whole, and the next thing Tim knew, he was falling. The air rushed past his face, the wind stealing his breath away. He could feel Vicky's hand, tight around his ballsack, and he could see the panic in her eyes. They plummeted through the air, the wind screaming in their ears, and the world around them a swirl of colors and shapes that made no sense. He had no idea where they were or how they had gotten here. All he knew was that he was about to die in the most embarrassing way possible—with a hard-on and a former bully’s hand on his junk.

in the nothing before the beginning, there was only chaos and from chaos came the begining. And from the beginning came the everything. But before the everything came lilith. Her of the many face's. She with the many names. The blood drinker, the shadow mistress, the enchanteress. The suductress, the sacred Vampiress. Both beautiful and hidious, the mother of monsters. the bearer of incubi and sucubi. The beautiful, teroble, supernatual sex craved fiends, that pray upon mortals Driving them to madness until killing them through orgasm. Oh yess, she was the Queen of Chaos, herself, born before reality existed... bo able to create and destroy in equal measure. But even the darkest of evil creatures must have balance. Darkness cannot exist with out light... just as light cannot exist with out darkness. As evil cannot exist with out good even the chaotic Queen of the nothing can bring good at unexpected times. -_ ?Arna! help! i'm being dragged in to the never by my baaalls!" spinning around, I watched, frozen as whaling and flaling, whailan inched closer and closer to the rip in reality. The woman...the monster...the whatever she...it was kept her iron hold on my companions reproductive organs. "If i have to return to that horible place then big balls here is coming with me. the creature snarled the voice continualy swiching back and forth from human speech to demonic snarls. I had to do something but what? Letting by witch sensors take over i closed my eyes. The threads of chaos that came from all demons from dwelling in the never world a place that interdementional travelers stay clear of due to its procsimity to chaos the sea from which all things came from... the strands of chaotic energy was tangled around this being!. Twisting and twining around her. There one only one being in the histry of existance that this entity could ;... lilith, she who was born before all things. This! was! a! cluster, fuck! capital C capital fuck.

I rased    my arms and chanted to the goddess. "Reveal that that cannot be seen, expoze the lie from inbetween. hidden  with chaos no more will it be. Through maat's will shall now it be. 

power cracles between me and who I new must be lilith. "Goddess above, so now i pleed, know that what it is i need. For love and friendship is not free, cast lilith back to the never so moat it be. This spell i cast was long ago set to unfold, Lilith i command you, releas your hold. That boy's balls are not for you. This i know to be true." Lilith's eyes flashed red, "Nooo!" Her hand was renched away, Whailan twiched before his eyes crossed and he puked his lunch on the the ground before curling up. "This is not the last you've seen of me!" lilith screamed as her body broke in to hundreds of tendrels of chaotic energy that was sucked back in to the space between worlds as the hole in reality sealed leaving Wailan and I alone.

Oh, my head, what happened? My head ached as I slowly opened my eyes to look around. I was in a cage made of bamboo, with a thatch roof, I tried to move but my arms and legs were tied to a cot. I heard voices from somewhere, but didn't see anyone in the cage with me."

"Hey, where am I?" I asked the voices.

"He's awake, should we go in there?"

"I don't know, he could be dangerous."

They were women's voices, I didn't expect that. The last thing I remember was running in the woods trying to chase a deer my brother and I had wounded. I vaguely remember hitting my head on something, and then I dropped to the ground and passed out.

"You shouldn't be here," I heard, I looked over to see a woman looking at me from outside the cage.

"Where?"

"The women's village, you're in Nyango Mujeres."

Holy shit, how did I end up in the women's village, we're not allowed there. The men and women of Nyango separated years ago into two villages. In the fall, the women between twenty five and thirty five who want to have children meet in the middle to mate with a man of the same age. That's the only time they meet. The children are raised in Nyango Mujeres until they are eight years old, then the boys are sent to Nyango Hombres.

"I didn't mean to come to your village, can you just let me out?" I begged.

"Well, we could, but we don't want to."

"What do you mean?"

"If you're dumb enough to stumble into the women's village, then the village will be having some fun with you."

Oh shit. This can't be good. I tried to see who was speaking to me, she looked to be about twenty, with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. She was wearing only a skirt and some jewelry, she had a nice firm body with medium sized breasts. She was beautiful.

"Where is my brother?" I asked.

"We didn't see anyone else, just you."

That's good, at least they didn't get Lucas, hopefully, he'll get word to the elders of the men's village to help me. The door to my cage opened, and the woman who was speaking with me walked into the cage.

"My name is Ana, who are you?"

"I'm Diego."

"Maya, come in here, he's restrained well, we can play with him."

"What are you doing with me?"

"Anything we want, you were caught by Maya and me in our village, you belong to us."

I looked up to see Maya enter the room, she looked like Ana, nearly identical. Like Ana, she was wearing only a skirt and some jewelry. Her skirt was more colorful, and her breasts were slightly bigger, but other than that it was hard to tell them apart. Maya walked close to me, I struggled as her hand reached for my cock, she took it and squeezed it, then she shook it around.

"I've never seen one before, it's so flimsy and limp," Maya said.

"Yeah, me neither, I thought they were bigger."

"Keep squeezing it, it will get bigger," I interjected, they were insulting my manhood.

"They looked bigger in our health classes," Maya said, but even as she spoke I was getting harder and bigger in her hand. She was gently stroking and squeezing my cock, it felt pretty good, even if I was helpless.

"It's a lot bigger now," Ana said. "Will it get even bigger?"

"Yes, just keep stroking it." Her hand gently stroked and squeezed me. My cock got harder and harder, soon I was wondering if I would cum. Ana walked closer and leaned down to look at Maya's hand.

"Look at his balls, what silly things," she said, she took my balls in her hand and squeezed them.

"OWWWW!" I groaned.

"What?"

"It hurts, they're very sensitive."

"Really? Just this hurts?" she asked as she squeezed them into each other.

"FUCK! OW!"

The two of them laughed, Maya let go of my cock and reached for my balls, she squeezed them too. I cried out in pain and again they began to laugh.

"So, you men thought you were superior to us, and yet you have these stupid balls just hanging out there for anyone to grab?"

I didn't answer, besides, it was hard to talk with them mashing my balls in between their fingers. I wished Maya would go back to playing with my cock.

"They remind me of apaoli berries, I wonder if they pop?" Ana said. She pushed her finger into my left ball, the pain was excruciating.

"OWWW! PLEASE!" I gasped, I was breathing heavily, and the pain was agony.

"You have an erection, it can't be that bad!" Maya said.

I looked down, it was true, my cock was rock hard. Maya took it in her hand as Ana continued to play with my balls. Maya squeezed my cock and jerked me slowly, Ana took a ball in each hand and squeezed them, and just as her fingers closed on my balls, I suddenly came.

"OH FUCK!" I groaned loudly, my cock shot a blast of cum straight up in the air, jizz landed back on my cock and on Maya's hands.

"What the fuck!" Ana cried out, she punched me in the balls, and another load of cum blasted from my cock.

"You pig!" Another punch to my balls, I groaned in agony but continued to cum all over the place. I think Maya was in shock, she held my cock as Ana punched my balls, it was an incredible orgasm. Ana seemed to get more angry with each gob of cum that shot from my cock. She beat on my balls until the fountain of cum slowed to a dribble.

"How could you cum?" Ana demanded, "Now we're going to have babies."

"No, you won't, it has to be inside you, you can't get pregnant from that!" Maya said.

"Are you sure? He got it everywhere!"

"I'm sure, you must have been sleeping in health class," Maya said with a laugh.

"Good! I don't want this fool's baby."

The two of them stood up, Ana got a towel and cleaned Maya and herself off. Ana roughly toweled my cock and balls off, she laughed quietly as I groaned when she wiped off my balls.

"Look Diego, right now, you belong to my sisters and me. Soon you will belong to my whole family, my mother and her sisters, and then to the whole village. We'll be visiting you and taking care of you. Try and relax, maybe get some rest," Ana said as she got up to leave, she locked the door to the cage.

I was still tied to the bed, I wasn't going anywhere, but I was pretty relaxed after cumming so hard. I dozed off to some crazy dreams about being captive to a tribe of women.

This is a continuation of my No Nut November experience with past stories here 1, here 2, and https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/fCiVTzERQi in order.

Quick recap of the rules as usual...

I don't cum during November. Wife cums as much as she wants. If she forces it out of me she wins (although she tries to avoid this getting me as close to the edge of cumming as possible with no release). The ballbustings become more intense the closer we get to December.

Last year, she made me cum accidently with only 2 days left before December 1st and I'm determined to last the entire month this time.

November 15th was a fucking struggle for me. I can feel my libido increasing exponentially the longer I hold it. The teasing and denial is becoming a daily game of foreplay with her encouraging me to...

"Hold it..."

and demanding me...

"Do not cum..."

That day, I found myself standing at the foot of our bed, legs spread, receiving a few solid kicks to the nuts in a new pair of transparent, red, open-toed, platform heels that I purchased her. Her body was squeezed in a tiny tube dress that left little to the imagination, barely covering her big breast and ass.

Even while fully hard, I was only able to take 5 or so kicks before I tapped out and was ready to get to an overdo fucking. She rode me for several minutes on the bed while holding, squeezing and pulling my nuts. The cowgirl position and pain always reminds me of a bull rider riding and taming a bull, so I'm always motivated to fuck harder and put up a challenge for her the harder she squeezes and hurts my nuts.

I grabbed her hips and ass to control and use her body to edge myself over and over as I moved her slowly up and down my shaft trying not to cum until I had to stop before we ruined NNN.

We switched to a 69 which is by far my favorite position. I received a thorough face pummeling with her ass against my face as she road my tongue and mouth. Her main focus was on my balls as she alternated between very brief moments of deepthroating my dick and crushing my balls. She grabbed them by the base, pulled them, stretched them, held them and spanked them, grabbed one in each hanf and dug her thumbs in as deep as I could tolerate.

As she neared orgasm, I braced myself with anticipation of her clamping down nice and hard on my jewels. I made sure she had one ball in each hand, grabbed her wrists to make sure she didn't let go, and I teased her with my tongue until I finally sent her over the edge.

The squeeze that she gave me was AMAZING, but the intensity of the situation had me craving more. I gave her a bit of post-orgasm torture with my tongue and demanded that she give me one more hard squeeze. I held her down against my face smothering myself until she squeezed one in each hand hard enough to make me let her go.

^v^v^v^v^v^v

.....your nuts are done for. I'm finding the smallest cup I can find and stuffing your nuts in it until they crack....

That was the text that I received around midday on the 16th. Wife had an appointment to get to, and I agreed to come home to take care of household priorities while she was gone. I was sitting outside the house in my car after returning back from the gym. She sent a message before that text that said...

"Are you on your way back? I don't want to be late."

I decided to play a bit of a prank and responded...

"Damn... I completely forgot. I can probably be there in 30 to 45 minutes."

Her previously mentioned threat came through and I walked through the door immediately after. We both had a good laugh about it but the joke was on me when she told me....

"It's too late now....that threat is still a promise...."

Shotglass

Shotglass is a game that we came up with maybe a year or two ago. The objective of the game is simple. Your lady has to stuff both of your nuts completely inside of a regular sized shotglass and she wins. How does the guy win? He doesn't. The guy in the game of Shotglass is a nonfactor. The game is between your girl, the shotglass and your balls.

This by far is the most painful thing that we have ever done when it comes to ballbusting. That is the main reason why we limit how often we play it. I am 100% a lover of crushing type pain, but whenever we play shotglass it's the most brutal crushing for me.

I probably don't have to tell you this, but a man's nuts do not fit in a shotglass. That's what makes the game so difficult and painful.

I sat on the couch naked from the waist down, with Wife sitting next to me with a shotglass in her hand ready to go. My dick was fully hard as she grabbed my balls, placed the glass against them and pushed!

There are three things that I love about the game Shotglass. I love the faces that Wife makes as she is concentrating on mashing my balls in the too small space. It's a mix of determination and sadism as she ignores my pain. I also love the shape that she mashes my balls into. It's an absolute turn on to watch her physically stuffing them out of shape just to win a silly game. I also love the fact that this game is a guarantee for me entering subspace. It sends me into a mental euphoric void where the pain stops mattering and is replaced by a very strong bliss.

"I'm going to stuff your nuts in this cup even if I have to break them."

"I've almost got both your nuts in this cup. Look at how squashed they are!"

"Let's try again. I think I can stuff both completely in this time."

Wife was having a blast with the game and I was getting off on the verbal feedback. My right ball was getting the majority of the pain. She had to adjust a few times, but on the final round, she disregarded my pain and did what she had to do to stuff both nuts in. I was completely outbm of fight so I just laid back and took it.

The game ended with both of my nuts squashed and shoved in a shotglass, dick raging hard and leaking precum all over her hand, and with her having felt accomplished with her sadistic win.

Could you guys send all the stories you know here in the comment where girl vs Boy both kick each other

Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!

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Well... this chapter here is more of a hook for what will be the next arc of the series, that's why it's shorter and simpler, but it will be an important read for the next chapters! I did it more quickly than the others, even a little rushed to post it quickly, I hope it didn't lose much quality because of that!

Enjoy reading!

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The infirmary door was flung open with a crash that echoed through the corridors. Emma and Lillith rushed in, panting, carrying Esmeralda, whose arms hung limp. Behind them, Armand held Seraphina in his arms, his face stoic but clearly showing signs of exhaustion. The weight of the battle was etched on their faces, but there was no time to rest.

Esmeralda was carefully laid onto one of the beds, her weight transferred with care as Emma adjusted the pillow under her head. Lillith stayed close by, watching every movement, her face marked with concern. Armand, meanwhile, placed Seraphina on an opposite bed, ensuring she was comfortable. On the third bed lay Valerya, clearly treated by someone, her face covered with bandages and dressings.

Before anyone could act, a side door of the infirmary swung open abruptly, and a blonde-haired mage entered in haste. His mismatched eyes—one green, the other blue—narrowed in frustration as he scanned the room before raising his hand to cast a spell without hesitation.

A silver-blue glow twisted through the air, an orb of energy heading directly toward Armand. Emma, with lightning-fast reflexes, raised her hand, conjuring a golden shield. The impact created a shockwave, scattering papers and medical tools across the room.

“LUMINAR, STOP!” Armand bellowed, his voice reverberating through the space.

The mage froze immediately, his eyes widening as he recognized who stood before him.

“Oh, crap… crap, crap… my apologies, Lord Armand!” Luminar stammered, his words tumbling over each other as he took hesitant steps forward. “This invasion has driven me mad! I was stuck in my lab, guarding my ingredients from any little thief daring to show up! Then Valerya appeared in this state, and I… I panicked. My deepest apologies!”

He bowed deeply, his remorse evident. Emma slowly lowered her hands, allowing the golden glow of her magic to fade. She eyed Luminar cautiously but quickly relaxed.

“Professor Luminar,” she greeted with a respectful nod.

The mage adjusted his robe, visibly embarrassed. “Emma, good day!” He then turned to Lillith, his brow furrowing. “And this one… I don’t recall seeing her before.”

“This is Lillith,” Armand responded, his voice returning to a normal tone. “She’s a promising student of mine.”
He turned to Lillith.
“Professor Luminar is our master of advanced potions. He offers private lessons to students who seek him out. One day, if you dedicate yourself, you may learn secrets even I don’t teach.”

Luminar chuckled, stroking his chin. “And the school’s part-time medic—unfortunately for the wounded!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, professor,” Lillith replied, trying to mask her nervousness.

Luminar’s lighthearted demeanor vanished as his gaze fell on the figures in the beds. He took two large steps toward Esmeralda, his frown deepening further.

“So, who do we have here? More casualties from the invasion? Wait… is that… HEADMISTRESS SERAPHINA?!” He leaped back, nearly knocking over a tray of instruments.

“She’s just exhausted, professor,” Armand explained. “Nothing serious. The real concern is Professor Esmeralda.”

Luminar moved closer to Esmeralda, examining her carefully, his hands hovering over her as if sensing her energy through touch. His frown deepened even more.

“She collapsed during the battle,” Armand continued. “Eliza made direct contact with her, and now…”

“I see,” Luminar muttered, cutting Armand off. He gently touched Esmeralda’s forehead, murmuring words in an ancient tongue. A faint purple glow emanated from his fingers but quickly faded. “Her essence seems intact, but I sense something unusual… almost like invasive mana… I can’t quite explain it. Well, I’ll need to analyze further!”

“Do whatever is necessary,” Armand said, his voice heavy with seriousness.

Luminar stepped away, moving to a table cluttered with vials, herbs, and ancient books. He began grabbing seemingly random items, muttering to himself as he mixed ingredients.

Armand cast one last look at Seraphina and Esmeralda before turning to Emma and Lillith. “Let’s leave him to work. We can’t afford to idle here.”

Emma nodded, guiding Lillith out of the room while Armand shot a final glance of concern at his unconscious colleagues.

As the door closed behind them, Luminar grumbled, holding up a small vial of green liquid. He turned back to Esmeralda with a confident smile.

“Let’s see what happened to you, Miss Esmeralda.”

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Armand and Lillith closed the door behind them. Armand collapsed onto the worn wooden bench outside the room, utterly exhausted. He leaned back against the cold wall, letting out a heavy sigh.

Armand’s posture grew increasingly slack as seconds passed, and soon he slid down on the bench, spreading his legs carelessly, clearly on the verge of sleep.

Emma, though equally drained, maintained a composed demeanor as she observed her professor’s state. She glanced at his face, cracked a faint smile, then carefully pulled a book from her bag, sat on the remaining sliver of the bench, and began to read.

Lillith, however, didn’t share the calmness of the scene. She turned to Emma, frowning in disapproval.

“So… that’s it?” Lillith asked, her voice dripping with indignation. “He’s just going to sleep, hogging half the bench, while the entire school is in chaos?”

Emma raised her eyes from the book, casting a tired yet irritated glance at the younger girl.

“He’s exhausted, Lillith,” Emma replied curtly.

“Exhausted?! We’re exhausted too, but look at me! I’m still standing, ready to fix things! Honestly, if it were up to me, I’d kick those filthy balls and drag him to the gym myself!”

Emma snapped her book shut with an audible thud, clearly losing her patience.

“Oh, give me a break! Is that your solution to everything? How impressive. Listen, if you’re so concerned, why don’t you march to the gym yourself?”

Lillith crossed her arms and huffed, refusing to back down.

“Sure, because a random new student that nobody knows is definitely going to walk into the gym and convince everyone. Telling them the strongest professors are knocked out while she’s just strolling in. Yeah, that makes perfect sense, right?”

Before Emma could retort, a muffled scream erupted from the infirmary:

“AAAGHH-MPHMM!”

The three exchanged alarmed glances, and Armand leapt to his feet, adrenaline instantly replacing his fatigue. Without hesitation, they sprinted to the infirmary door and threw it open with force.

The scene awaiting them was shocking. Esmeralda, who was supposed to be unconscious, now stood beside the bed where she had been lying. In front of her, Professor Luminar writhed in agony on the same bed, her hands brutally gripping his groin. Her once vibrant green eyes were now entirely black, radiating a dark aura.

“Wow… that grip looks strong…” was all Lillith could mutter as she entered the room.

Emma was the first to react, instinctively raising a magical barrier upon recognizing the danger.

“Esmeralda! Let him go now!” Emma shouted, her voice firm but laced with concern.

Esmeralda lifted her head, her black eyes locking onto the group with a malicious glint. Without warning, she raised her hand—no longer covering the doctor’s mouth—and launched a spell toward them.

Emma quickly adjusted her barrier to absorb the impact. The spell exploded against the shield, sending a flash of light and a wave of energy that made their hair whip wildly.

“For God’s sake, make her stop! She’s actually squeezing! She’s going to destroy my balls!” Luminar cried out, tears streaming down his face, his voice a mix of pain and desperation.

Emma advanced, maintaining the shield in front of her, each step calculated. Esmeralda continued hurling spells at a startling speed, but Emma’s barrier held firm.

Emma swung her barrier forward, striking Esmeralda squarely in the face with it. However, before Esmeralda fell, she grabbed Emma’s short hair, pulling her along. Emma was momentarily stunned.

Armand, still recovering from the initial shock, raised his hand and murmured an ancient incantation. Magical chains began to materialize in the air, glowing with a bluish light as they surged toward Esmeralda. But before they could reach her, the chains disintegrated into glittering dust.

“Damn it…” Armand muttered, realizing his energy hadn’t fully recovered.

Esmeralda seized the moment of vulnerability and closed the gap. With a swift motion, she delivered an uppercut directly to Armand’s groin. The impact was brutal, and he collapsed to his knees, a strangled cry escaping him as his hands instinctively went to the struck area.

Before Esmeralda could continue her assault, Lillith sprang into action. The young girl leapt onto Armand, using his back as an improvised platform, and launched an electric spell directly at Esmeralda. Sparks crackled from her hands as the spell struck Esmeralda head-on.

The shock caused Esmeralda’s body to convulse, her black eyes flickering momentarily to a dull green. She staggered back, dazed.

“Now, Emma!” Lillith yelled, still perched on Armand’s back.

Emma seized the opportunity. With a fluid motion, she summoned her own magical chains, this time glowing a bright purple. The chains shot forward like living serpents, wrapping around Esmeralda’s arms and legs, restraining her movements.

The tighter the chains constricted, the brighter they glowed, gradually draining Esmeralda’s energy. Her resistance weakened with each passing second until her blackened eyes finally shut.

Esmeralda collapsed to the ground, unconscious, as the chains slowly faded away.

The room fell into complete silence, save for the sound of the two men groaning from their injuries.

“What… just happened?” Lillith asked, carefully climbing off Armand, who remained on the floor.

Emma approached Esmeralda, checking her pulse and confirming she was only unconscious.

“I don’t know… but something is very wrong here,” Emma replied, her voice low and worried.

The doctor finally managed to speak, his voice strained:

“Curse… of Upwolr…”

He said with great difficulty.

Emma approached slowly, the shield in her arms still glowing with residual energy. She stopped beside Armand and sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft but filled with evident concern.

He lifted his face, still flushed and marked by pain, but didn’t respond.
Emma understood and sat next to him, waiting for him to recover.

Lillith, leaning against the wall, crossed her arms and observed the scene.

“Curse of Upworl? What does that mean?”

Luminar took a deep breath and began explaining, his voice heavy with tension.
“Three years ago, the city of Upworl was attacked by three individuals... One of them was seemingly immortal, another possessed overwhelming destructive strength, and the third…” He paused, swallowing hard. “The third could control the minds of anyone they touched. They turned soldiers into traitors, fathers into murderers, brothers into enemies. I was one of the medics called to treat the traitors, trying to find a cure.”

Lillith, who had been quietly observing, narrowed her eyes.
“And what does this have to do with Esmeralda?”

Luminar turned to the girl, his expression grim.
“The eyes... black as night. It’s the same look... that soulless stare... I remember it well.”

Armand, still recovering, forced himself to stand. He leaned on the wall with one hand and held his groin with the other, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“All right… so what do we do? Is there a cure?”

The medic nodded slowly.
“Yes, but… it’s not simple. We need three Kurenai Ties.”

Hearing this, Armand’s eyes widened, and a heavy silence hung in the air. Lillith broke it with a curious tone.
“Kurenai Ties? What are they?”

Before Luminar could answer, a feminine voice echoed from the back of the room.
“So we just need the ties? And the potion will be ready?”

Everyone turned to see Seraphina now standing. Although she still looked exhausted, her posture was firm and authoritative.

Armand, visibly concerned, hesitated before asking:
“And do you think we can actually get the ties?”

Seraphina shrugged, walking over to Esmeralda.
“We don’t have a choice. The four of you will retrieve the ties while I handle the school. Someone has to keep things under control here.”

Luminar stepped back, raising his hands.
“Wait, the four of us? Including me? No, no, no... I can’t go! The last time I got near a Kurenai, I almost lost my magic! You’ll need someone else.”

Seraphina shot him a piercing look, her eyes glowing with determination.
“You’re the only one here who has dealt with them. The only one with that experience. You’re going.”

Luminar swallowed hard and lowered his head in resignation.
“I know, but... last time, I almost lost my balls!”

“THEN LEARN HOW TO PROTECT THEM BETTER, DAMMIT!”

Seraphina shouted but quickly brought a hand to her head. Her body wasn’t in any condition to endure stress.

Lillith let out a short, sarcastic laugh.
“More balls on the line? Now this is getting interesting.”

With Esmeralda bound and prepared for temporary imprisonment, Seraphina began giving final instructions. She looked at each of them, evaluating their conditions.

“Armand, you’ll lead the group. Emma and Lillith, follow his orders. Luminar, you’ll be the guide. You leave at dawn.”

Emma and Lillith exchanged brief glances, while Armand simply nodded, still feeling the effects of the recent battle.

As they left the infirmary, Lillith grabbed Emma’s arm and asked in a low voice:
“So... what are Kurenai, exactly?”

Emma shrugged, looking equally confused.
“No idea, but they can’t be good.”

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Previous Chapter:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gqwaav/lillith_chapter_19_ashes/

in a long forgotten, impassable, uncharted part of the world, a place best left to undisturbed and where no humans should tread, lays a broken tower. The tower is little more than a heap of stone apart for a door that, seams to lead in to a long, dark passage. A thick darkness that has a weight to it, a sinnister presence, hangs over the ruin. The power that what trapped beneath the tower despretly and continulesly fights the magical bindings holding it in place.

fud!_crash~ Fuck! goddamnit!" Arnna yelled: wailan do something!" still gaspping from the kick that had almost made him choke on his own testicles, Wailan lifted a shaky hand, "In the name of the witch queen Arania, i call on thee, begone in Darkness you were created, with with violennt lust in mind. by the might of the goddess now, shall you be trapped in binds." He weazed. For a second the demon's all around them seamed to freeze, etherial chains rapping round them. But wailan's unsteddy halfhearted attempt had no will behind it and the chains came apart as sorcery broke in to nothingness. Wailan! you no good piece of urgh, fine I'll do it!" Arna lifted her hands. "Goddess of mine please come to my aid, undo the mess this fool has made. return these horrors to the never world demention, that chaotic realm beyond comprehention. never more to be seen these monsters to be, as do i will, so let it be!" Reality shatted, a high waling shrieke, a sucking emptyness rapped around the other worldly beasts dragging them back through the tare in reality. One demon, a humonoid female looking beast reached out. Her surprizenly human like fingers clutching for something, grassping for anything to keep her in this reality. "Noooo!" the scream was feminning and full of genuing fear. Her fingers found a hand hold on something sofft and squishy. "aaaawww!!! owowowow!!!" "Crunch!" Wailan let out a shriek from where he still lay on the ground. The monster's womanly hand clutched his nuts squishing the paur orbs between her fingers as she was yanked closer the the remt in space. "Let gooo!" wailan waled, feeling his plums flattening in her fist. he was startting to be dragged by his balls across the ground as her fist would not loosen and the supernatual pull on the demon refused to let up. Arna?!" the male screiched. i'm being pulled in to the never by my baaalls!" -___________ Wow: the demon's are gone but what's gonna happen to whailan? can his balls survive long enough for him to escape. Who exactly is this demonic woman? And will arna even care if her partna gets castrated? Stay tuned and as always coments and feedback are welcome.

"What the actual hell, Steve?" Clint exclaimed, tossing the Daily Bugle newspaper onto the avengers coffee table. "When were you going to tell me that Wanda's gone full-on rogue?"

Steve, ever the stoic one, nodded solemnly, his eyes flickering with the weight of the news. "It's all over the wires. She's got some kind of artifact that's cranked her powers up to eleven, and she's not playing nice anymore. She…left a few of our guys in bad states."

Clint leaned back into the worn-out couch, rubbing his temples. The haunting memories of her magical attacks on his balls a few months ago made him shudder. "And here we are, on a supposed 'day off'. Why is it that every time we get a break, the world decides to throw us a curveball?"

Steve sighed, picking up the newspaper. "Don’t ask me. Things were simpler in my day. All I know is that she's holed up in the Sanctum Sanctorum. With the wizard man.”

“Who?” Clint raised an eyebrow, the bandage on his nose crinkling as he momentarily forgot Steve’s kind of an old man deep down in that super soldier boyish face.

“You know. The one with the flying cape. What was his name? I think it was—”

“Doctor Strange, I’ll rip your balls off when I get my hands on you!” The ferocious cry echoed through the hallowed halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Wanda’s eyes were ablaze with crimson fury, her fists crackling with a power that seemed to pulse through the very air. The ancient wooden doors she faced, which had stood stoically against countless threats over the millennia, trembled under the onslaught of her red hex blasts. The red energy ripped into the wood like a hot knife through butter, sending splinters flying as she systematically dismantled each barrier between her and the fleeing sorcerer supreme.

“Jeez, she really is unpleasant…” Doctor Stephen Strange, a handsome man with a nicely trimmed goatee and salt and pepper temples, muttered to himself as he whipped his arm to the side to cause another door to shut behind him.

His blue eyes narrowed in concentration as he clutched a worn dark blue leather tome of spells tightly to his chest. The wind of his sentient flying cape around him like a cloak of the night sky, each billow and twirl a silent declaration of his determination. He zigzagged through the corridors, the air around him singing with the arcane incantations he whispered. His heart hammered in his chest as her threat painted a picture in his head.

The artifact, a glowing crystal amulet around her neck, had transformed Wanda into something unrecognizable. Her beauty remained, but it was twisted into a grotesque caricature of rage and power. Her once graceful movements were now jerky and erratic, driven by a force that seemed to consume her from within. Strange knew he had to act fast, before her chaotic magic spiraled out of control and brought the whole building down on them.

"Strange, you coward! Face me, you pathetic excuse for a man!" Wanda's voice grew louder and more menacing as she conjured forth a horde of twisted, monstrous beings that barreled towards the doors with the intensity of a tornado. “You’re going to beg me to stop when I have you by the balls. And when you think they’ll pop in my hands I’ll make sure they don’t, just to make them suffer some more!”

Their snarling faces and clawed hands were a a bad look to the serene environment of the Sanctum, which was now marred by the destructive path she'd carved through the once-peaceful corridors.

Strange's heart skipped a beat as he felt the warmth of the artifact's power resonate through the air. It was a challenge he hadn’t anticipated. The amulet was doing more than just amplifying her powers; it was effecting his layout and canceling the flow of natural mana.

Her voice grew closer, the thunderous stomping of the conjured beasts echoing through the corridors like a nightmare given life. The sound was enough to make even the most stoic of men’s nutsacks shrivel up as if winter came around the corner.

Gritting his teeth, he reached a chamber filled with mirrors. The room was a maze of reflections, each surface a gateway to countless copies of himself, each one looking as terrified as he felt. He knew the power of the room, and it was his only hope.

The blue book began to levitate in front of him as he recited the ancient poem-spell. His voice grew stronger, the words flowing from his lips like a river of power. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone, and the mirrors started to ripple like water around him. The book’s pages turned of their own accord, revealing the intricate diagrams and incantations he’d studied for hours.

He focused on the incantation that spoke of two souls intertwined by fate, of a bond that could be used to either heal or harm. His hands moved in a flurry of gestures, drawing arcane symbols in the air that matched the ones in the book. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes never left the floating tome as he worked, feeling the pressure building around him like a vice.

The mirrors began to pulse in time with his chanting, the reflections of Wanda and her creations drawing near.

In one of the mirrors, Strange saw himself, pinned to the ground by a creature of pure shadow. Its massive hand pressed down on his throat, cutting off his air, while Wanda's foot came into view. Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she brought it down hard. The reflection of his own agony was almost too much to bear as he felt the pressure on his throat increase and a surge of phantom pain as her red heel boots crack his alter’s testicles against the stone floor. His face turning blood red as the beast mimicked her actions and the other him was no more.

“Holy…okay let’s avoid that one please.” He said, between chants.

Another mirror showed him standing tall, defiant, but then going crossed eye as Wanda’s red nails grew sharp and she leapt from the ground to stab them between his legs, breaking through a protective barrier cup spell and managing to stab both nuts with ease.

“And most certainly that one…”

The third reflection was the most disturbing. Wanda’s twisted grin loomed over him, her palms faced up as two red walnut sized orbs spiral like energy balls. Strange is on the ground screaming in silence as she clenches her fingers and the orbs shift and flatten with some resistance. His cloak tries to save him but she rips it in two with one wave of a hand as the crystal at her neck pulses with a sickening rhythm. The crimson light grew brighter, the pain more intense, until the mirror shattered into a million shards of light that pierced his astral body. He gasped, his hand flying to his chest, feeling the phantom wound.

“You can’t hide your small balls from me forever, Strange!” Wanda’s voice grew closer, the floor trembling beneath her angry stomps. The monsters she’d conjured beasts grew more aggressive, their snarls echoing through the chamber like a symphony of horror.

Steeling himself against the pain, Strange finished the incantation. The mirrors shimmered, their reflections swirling into a whirlwind of images that grew dizzying. He watched in horror as the Wanda of his fears stepped through the glassy barrier, her eyes fixed on him with a malevolent glee.

"You've sealed us in here little man," she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "How quaint. But you forget, I can manipulate reality itself. Your little tricks won't hold me back for long."

Her chaotic magic surged, and the room distorted, the very fabric of reality warping to her will. The mirrors crackled and shattered, their shards flying like a storm of glass knives towards him. Strange raised his hands, his own mystical shields flickering into existence just in time to deflect the deadly barrage. The sound of breaking glass filled the air, mixing with the roars of the beasts that followed her through the portal.

He knew he had to act swiftly. The crimson light from the crystal at her neck grew more intense with every passing moment he wasted. “Heh, Maybe not. But they’re still good tricks.”

With a flick of his left middle and index finger, the floating book snapped shut. The sudden motion sent a shockwave through the air that hit Wanda like a punch to the gut. She stumbled back, the beasts faltering in their steps as if the very ground beneath them had disappeared. The crystal flared once in protest before dimming slightly, as if the force of his will had slapped the demonic influence back.

The shards of glass hung in the air, frozen in their trajectory. Then, with a sound like the fabric of reality being torn asunder, Wanda split into two distinct beings. One, a ghostly echo of herself, remained standing tall, eyes burning with a fiery malice that seemed to consume the very air around her. The other, her true form, collapsed to the ground, the amulet at her neck pulsing erratically.

The demonic Wanda, now a spectral apparition, hovered in the air, her hands reaching for the crystal as if it were a lifeline. The amulet’s power thrummed through her, a crimson aura that made her appear both ethereal and monstrous. The other, flesh and blood, gasped for breath, the shockwave having left her momentarily stunned.

“STRAGE! You bastard. I’m going to eat your testicles raw!” The demon screeched, lashing out as its magical powers were cut in Half.

“Tesco, you demon. You will not remain here in this realm of living.” Doctor strange says, his voice echoing with an added magical bass to hide the fact he was shaking. His hunch was right.

This was a testicle succubus…

Strange took advantage of the brief reprieve, his eyes darting from one Wanda to the other. The demonic specter launched itself at him, its translucent claws slicing through the air. He barely had time to react, the book now a weight in his hand rather than a source of power.

He managed to cast a hasty shield, a shimmering dome of blue-white energy that barely had time to form before the phantom kick connected. The force of the impact was like being hit by a speeding truck, sending him flying across the room. The shield shattered like glass, the shards flying outwards in a spray of light. But his balls remained safe, nestled snugly in the protection of his enchanted underwear, an item he’d picked up during one of his many interdimensional adventures. The fabric was made from the same material that protected the time stone, and he’d had it tailored to be both comfortable and inconspicuous.

Wanda’s real physical self, meanwhile, was struggling to stand, the amulet’s connection was still strong but the separation spell amplified by the mirrors kept them separated for now. “Ahh! Strange g-get this thing off me now!”

“I’m working on it!” Strange took a moment to collect himself, his body aching from the hit. The demonic Wanda hovered above, a malicious grin spreading across her spectral face as she watched him struggle.

The ground beneath him rumbled, and a red rune began to form, pulsing with the same malevolent energy that emanated from the crystal amulet around her neck. He recognized it immediately—it was a binding Hex, one that would leave him at her mercy. Without wasting a second, Strange pushed off the ground, his legs glowing blue and propelling him into a graceful backflip. The rune grew more intricate, the lines branching out like a spider's web, but he was already airborne.

Mid-flip, a massive hand made of shadow erupted from the floor, aiming straight for his crotch. Time seemed to slow as he saw the monstrous fist coming, the reality around it distorting from the sheer power behind it. His stomach twisted with dread. This wasn’t just a simple assault; it was a direct threat to his manhood, and possibly his life.

As he reached the apex of his jump, the shadowy fist smashed its conjured knuckles, a silent declaration of its intent to crush him, against his protective underwear with a jaw dropped thud. Strange's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. The fist smacked into the tender area between his legs with the force of a horse kick, sending a spike of pain so intense it felt like his balls had been slammed into his pelvis by a battering ram. His legs crumpled beneath him, and he landed on his back when the ground met him, the air knocked out of his lungs in a painful wheeze.

The room spun around him as he tried to gather his wits, stars dancing before his eyes. The real Wanda was now on her feet, the amulet's power fluctuating erratically as she stumbled towards him, the crimson glow of the crystal pulsing in time with the demon's rage.

"You think you can defeat me?" the spectral Wanda cackled, her laugh echoing through the chamber like a chorus of damned souls. "You're nothing but a fool playing with forces beyond your understanding. I don’t care if your name is feared amongst the lower levels of hell. You’re still just a man with a pathetic set of weak balls."

Ignoring the pain, Strange rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a second punch from the shadowy fist. The ground trembled with each hit, sending waves of agony through his abused testicles. He had to end this now, before she fully regained control of her powers.

When he stood again, the evil Wanda rushed him, her fist enveloped in a crimson aura of pure malicious intent. His arm shot up in a desperate block, but the hex energy that accompanied the blow was like a blinding light to his astral body.

His glowing face went sideways in the mirror-like reflection of the room, eyes bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets. Astral spit flew from his mouth, a sign that the barrier between the physical and magical realms was being breached.

For a moment, he felt his mind drift, the pain momentarily too much to bear. But the sound of the spectral Wanda’s cackling brought him back to reality with a jolt. She hovered over him, her grin sharp as she pulls back her leg.

“Say goodbye to your pondering orbs Strange!” she shrieked with a manic laugh, her foot coming up in a swift arc.

The impact of her heel was like a meteor strike, the force of the kick sending him flying into a nearby column. The column cracked and crumbled under the slam of his body, the ancient stones giving way with a sound like a thunderclap.

The air was knocked from his lungs, and for a moment, he was sure he could feel the very fabric of his soul tearing apart as the pain from his potentially shattered testicles washed over him in a tidal wave of agony.

As he lay there, writhing in pain, the room seemed to implode around them. The mirrors, once a silent audience to his humiliation, now shattered into a million pieces as if in response to his screams. The sound was deafening, the shards of glass flying in every direction like shrapnel. The chamber was bathed in a shower of crystalline rain, reflecting the changes to their fates. His balls having met their ends too soon.

“I said…get…OFF!” Wanda’s angelic voice bounced off the mirrors as she grabbed the demonic version of herself by its floating form.

”NO STOP! I NEED HIS BALLS!” it shouted and tried to grab Strange’s limp legs but can’t reach. ”THEY NEED TO PAY!”

“I’ll keep that in mind bitch. But I don’t need you!” With red Hex energy tunneling through her gritted teeth and burning eyes Wanda grabs the other woman by the neck and rips her I half, breaking the link and the sending the demon and the amulet drifting into fading dust…

Eyes flickering Stephen starts to blink, gaining his vision back as Wanda Maximoff stands over him with a hand on her hip and her boobs struggling to stay in her red tank top.

“…Did we win?”

“Yeah, we won. There’s just one last spell to wrap up.”

Wanda's crimson gaze flickered down to Strange's crotch, where his testicles had swollen to the size of small melons, Strange’s eyes grew wide with terror as he saw her foot come down, aimed straight at his wounded manhood. The room felt like it had gone silent, the only sound the thunderous thud of her heel connecting with the tender flesh of his crotch. The pain was so intense that for a moment, it was as if he could hear the sound of his testicles cracking like eggshells under the pressure.

“FUCKKKK!”

“Don’t follow me if you know what’s good for you…and thanks for getting that ballbusting bitch out of me.” She gives a wink and flies off, leaving the magic man to ponder if his orbs were ever going to survive this job.

So I've been working hard around the house to get it ready for the holidays. My wife had noticed and told me she had something special for me tonight. I couldn't wait for tonight to come and little did I know I would never forget it.

So night comes and my wife is laying in bed in just her sexy panties topless. She has an awesome body. Hard flat stomach and 36 firm C cups. She has long straight blond hair and the bluest of eyes. One of my favorite attributes she has are her sexy feet. Perfect size 6 with high arches and perfectly pedicured toes. Today they happen to be lime green.

So I am ready to go and as I climb on top of her and go between her legs, she puts her legs between mine and starts to lightly kick my balls. She would rub the top of her foot in my ballls then every once in a while give me a light kick. It felt so good. As she lured me into ecstasy she would deliver a hard enough kick to bring me back. Not to drop me but to make me wince a bit. I was rock hard.

Next she tells me to stand next to the bed and put my hands behind my back, so I do. She then lays on the bed and begins to flutter kick me in the balls. I could see those perfect toes disappear in my crotch. Each foot striking my balls perfectly, just enough to cause unreal pleasure. Again I am lulled into a state of ecstasy when, Bam! She delivers a solid kick, I feel the top of her foot crush both my balls, this one makes me grab my balls but not fall to the ground. She just looks at me with that beautiful face and smiles.

She then gets off the bed and puts her arms around my neck and begins to kiss me. She then takes her knee and starts to lightly tap my balls. Sometimes she'd tap me and grind her knee into my crotch. I was so turned on. Then she looks me in the eyes, gives me a kiss and drives her knee into my balls. I felt a pain explode in my stomach and immediately dropped to the floor in the fetal position holding my balls. All I could do was look up at this beautiful 5 foot Four 110 pound vixen who just dropped me and hold my balls.

She gets down next to me and kissed me on the cheek and says, I still have one more surprise. I wasn't sure to be nervous or excited. After a few minutes I roll over on my back from the fetal position and my wife is sitting on the bed and says, lay back and relax.

She can't believe that after that last shot I stil have the biggest hard on. She takes those perfect feet and begins to rub them up and down my inner thighs just brushing my balls. She then starts to rub my hard cock with those beautiful lime green toes.

She then puts baby oil on her soles and asks me to massage them. I do, vigorously. Her high arches and soft white soles feel amazing. She then takes her right foot and begins to massage my balls. First, with her toes she begins to tap them, then she takes her soft arch and begins to work my balls. She applied the perfect pressure. Her foot went up and down, in circles and sometimes even a nice love tap.

She then takes her other foot and starts to rub her sole up and down my cock. She starts out real slow and soft. Then she begins to pick up speed and add pressure. I am in such ecstasy, my balls feel like they want to explode, then, spludge, like never before I shoot a load. Just as I am shooting my load, my wife takes the bottom of her foot and slams my balls one more time. Not to hard but hard enough that I did grab them. She then takes her feet and just rests them on my stomach. I just lay there and stare at the beautiful feet that gave me such pain and pleasure.

A continuation of the series, you find the previous entries below;

Story #1 - here

Story #2 - here

This story involves Sadie on the phone “accidentally” kicking me in the groin after I annoy her by tickling.

It was now the second year of university and I’d moved into a house with Sadie and three other guys. This took place fairly early on in the term, probably October / November time. It was a weekend (Sunday afternoon) and the other three housemates were out so it was just Sadie and I in the house at the time. I was just chilling in my room, door open. Sadie’s bedroom was on the same floor as mine - and she also had her door open. I could hear she was on the phone to her friend, probably for the last half hour. My ears perked up as I heard Sadie say my name to her friend. Curious, I walked out my room and wandered across the hallway to hers.

Sadie was on her bed. Her room was set up so that the head of the bed was leaned up against the wall with the window. The bottom of her bed was on the right hand side basically next to the door. Sadie was in dark, slim, blue jeans that cut off at the top of her ankles, a pale, pink blouse and her ginger hair was long and loose. Sadie was, as she often was, barefoot. Her pale feet were adorned with shiny, burgundy nail polish on the toes. She was long sitting - holding the phone next to her ear with her right hand, while her right leg was crossed over her straight left leg. I could see her soles from the doorway which aroused me. Her right foot was twitching back and forth, tapping against her left sole rhythmically - both slighting hanging off the bed.

I met her eye and raised my eyebrows as a way to say “sup?”. She raised her eyebrows back at me and grinned to reply, while she carried on listening to her friend. I’m not sure why but my instincts told me to bother her - which was a feature of our friendship to that point. It was a small room and I took a few steps into the room so that I was standing basically in front of her - I could now see the polish on her toes. Sadie could sense I was up to something - and she wagged her left index finger at me, still smiling playfully. With mischievous tendencies on my mind, I knew Sadie was ticklish and didn’t like her feet being touched - but I was bored with not much to do on a Sunday afternoon, and feeling bold. I had a sly grin and tickled her right foot with my fingertips. Sadie flinched, instinctively withdrawing her leg towards her, her eyes widened and she let out a soft giggle before pointing her index finger back at me, signalling “don’t”. 

“No, I’m okay, carry on”, Sadie said into the phone before she shot me a piercing glance with her eyes. I held my hands up to show I was done messing - but that wasn’t what my mind was thinking. Sadie’s legs were now relaxed and separate - her left leg straight and her right leg curled back in towards her own body, further away from me. Positioning myself so that my knees, in my grey joggers, were resting against the bottom of the bed, I tried to tickle the closer left foot to me but Sadie’s reactions were quick to try to withdraw. Without thinking, I grabbed her left ankle to try and carry out my prank - a rash decision. However, Sadie was just as rash! Her right leg was still free, and so she raised it up slightly, bent it towards her before extending it out with some thrust; a push kick. She was trying to get me to stop tickling her sole; and she did - by nailing me in the groin! 

My attention was on Sadie’s left ankle gripped in my right hand before I saw her other foot launched towards me. Before I could react, I felt the bottom of her sole (the heel) smash straight into my balls followed by the ball of her foot and some of her toes making contact with my semi erect cock. As she retracted her foot, her toes were last to leave as I felt a couple of them slide down my shaft like a kiss. 

There was an audible “thump” on impact as her foot hit my joggers and pushed through. I felt the pain shoot up in my balls and started to already feel the ache in the pit of my stomach. I let out a pained grunt after the pain had registered and my hand had already let go of Sadie’s ankle, both now nesting around my groin. My eyes caught Sadie’s gaze. She looked shocked, let out a little squeal (“AAHH”) before putting her left hand over her mouth. I could see she was trying to stifle a giggle. All of this happened in literally a couple of seconds, and as the pain continued, I bowed forward until my forehead sank onto the bed as Sadie recoiled her legs to avoid me lying on them.

“Oh nothing. Just my housemate being funny,” Sadie replied to her friend on the phone who presumably was wondering about Sadie’s noises. I was glad that she hadn’t said anything to her friend. After a few more seconds of finding solace resting my face into the bed, I then looked up at Sadie, trying to convey my anger with a frowned expression. However, she was now looking at the wall, trying to avoid my gaze. Instead, I could see her weapon of destruction staring back at me from over half a foot away; her deadly right size 7 (UK) milky sole - it was outstretched towards me while she had sat on her left foot. I caught myself being lost staring at her sole for a few seconds while Sadie was now doing much more of the talking in her conversation with her friend - and therefore not paying attention to me. Not wanting to make the situation worse, I gingerly picked my head off the bed and waddled meekly back towards my room. Sadie gazed up towards me and put her phone near her chest for a moment.

“Jordan, could you shut the door please after, thaaaaanks”, Sadie requested in a sickly sweet voice. I nodded and did as she said. As I was in the hallway, I heard Sadie cackle loudly to her friend before reaching my room and dumping myself on the bed. I lay on my side with my hands resting in between my legs.

About five minutes later, I heard Sadie’s footsteps thump through the hallway. I was still in the same position on my side facing the door (which was to the left). I looked up and saw Sadie pop her head around the door, half smiling.

“Heyyy”, Sadie opened playfully. She then walked in and sat on the side of my bed. She put her hand on my shoulder.

“Jordan, I’m so sorry! It was an accident! I really was not trying to kick you there! Well I was trying to kick you - but not there! I really didn’t mean to!” Sadie remarked, trying to sound convincing but struggling not to laugh. She rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. I looked up and saw her friendly, green eyes gazing back at me.

“I hope it didn’t hurt that much. But it looks like it might have”, she observed.

“Ah… it wasn’t fun but I’ll be okay. Guess it was karma”, I replied. I was half lying about the fun.

“Well, I am sorry”, Sadie said, thoughtfully.

“It’s fine, just don’t tell anybody about this”, I pleaded.

“Haha, I won’t”, she responded, beaming.

She outstretched her arms for a hug. I sat up and she hugged me before she left the room.  It felt like she was telling the truth but the back of my head still had the nagging thought that Sadie knew exactly what she was doing when she kicked me in the balls. They were still aching so I decided to remain lying in my bed. 

* * * A few days later * * *

The next weekend, we had invited some friends over to ours for pre-drinks before a night out. I had a drink in my hand as I entered the living room and saw a few friends that Sadie had invited. One walked up to me, I recognised her as she’d visited us a few times in first year. Her name was Chloe, a fairly tall blonde girl.

“Hey Jordan, I heard about your balls. How are you feeling?” Chloe teased. My face dropped and I glared straight at Sadie who was in earshot. Sadie blushed before taking a sip of her drink and gazing at anyone but me. 

“Ah so Sadie told you about that, huh? I told her not to! But they’re fine now, thanks for your concern”, I replied trying to sound nonchalant.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling okay,” Chloe said, squeezing my shoulder. I stared frowning at Sadie again, this time she mouthed “sorry” before making a heart gesture with her hands.

CW: Surgical castration

JUNE

Somehow, he survived a full 30 days of nightly crushing and stomps and, on a warm June night, he found himself back in Julia’s suite obediently waiting to give another sample.

“How do you want us to do it?” Megan asked chipperly, “barefoot or boots?”

“What do you mean?” Connor asked in nervous confusion.

“It’s the end of crushing and stomping month,” Megan said as if explaining the obvious, “so when we squeeze this sample out we’re gonna do it with our feet. Do you want barefoot or boots.”

“Barefoot, please,” Connor said softly and took his position on the floor holding the specimen jar.

“Awesome,” Julia smiled, “That should take longer.”

Connor’s anxiety grew. He hadn’t thought of that. He’d been thinking it would hurt less and be nice to feel their soft skin. Maybe he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to reconsider. The girls were already standing over him and forcing his balls in opposite directions with their toes.

He noticed that Julia was wearing blue toenail polish and Megan must have gotten a pedicure that day because her toenails had lustrous clear polish. He was about to say how nice they looked but was preempted by the stabbing pain as both girls simultaneously shifted their weight onto this trapped balls. He coughed and sputtered and looked up pleadingly.

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long,” Megan giggled, “Connor is always pretty quick for us.”

“True,” Julia smirked, “I bet it would go even faster if we bounce a little.” 

The two girls held hands for balance and began to bounce up and down in rhythm with each other.

Connor winced and shifted with each stab of pain. “Please,” he begged, “it hurts so bad.”

“Aww, poor guy,” Megan sighed although they didn’t stop, “Just give us the sample and you can drive home and ice your little balls.”

“I can’t,” Connor pleaded, “I think you broke me.”

“You’re being melodramatic,” Julia laughed, “But, because you have been a good toy for 3 whole months, we’ll give you a special treat to help get you there.”

The girls glanced at each other and then, while still bouncing on Connor’s balls, lifted their shirts. They were both braless, and Connor’s wide eyes darted from Julia’s massive, jiggling breast to the quivers of Megan’s smaller, gently sloped tits. They were both prefect in their own way, and although Connor honestly thought his balls were on the verge of breaking he felt like the luckiest man alive. He longed to gently kiss them. And, with that thought, the sample spilled from him in uneven spasms.

Connor was worried that the sample seemed smaller than usual even though he hadn’t cum all month. In fact, now that he thought about it, he barely ever got hard enough to push against the cage anymore. The girls told him not to worry about it, it was just the cage doing its job, and said that when the results came back he’s see he was just fine. 

~~

When the actual results came back, Megan and Julia were eager to see exactly how badly they had lied to him. Megan scrolled quickly to the summery, where the boxes were now bright red: “Sperm Count: Too Low to Measure”, “Percentile for Age Group: Lowest”, “Chances of Successful Impregnation: Highly unlikely / Infertile.”

Megan couldn’t contain her exuberance and started jumping up and down in joy. “We did it!” she exclaimed, “We actually broke his balls without him even knowing it!”

Julia’s felt a little wounded pride that she was wrong about their chances of sterilizing Connor, but that embarrassment was more than overcome by her own sense of triumph. “That’s hilarious!” she squealed, “But to be sure you really won, we need to see those results two months in a row.”

“You know I won,” Megan teased, “but if you need more proof, I can have fun playing for another month.”

The girls were in high spirits as they made plans, and when Connor arrived they could barely control their giggles at the knowledge that they had already ruined those the little chucks of flesh that Connor was so worried about.

When Julia slyly sent the fake email, and the three gathered around Megan’s phone, the girls pretended relief to seeing the bright green boxes.

“When are you going to stop worrying?” Megan asked, “You still have super sperm. It’s not like we changed you from a stallion to an infertile nothing in three months.”

Choking back laughter, Julia chimed in, “But you might not be so lucky after this month. We decided its knees month!”

Connor swallowed nervously as he eyed the girls’ knees. Julia’s looked like an flat island surrounded by a sea of muscle, while Megan’s was a jutting knob in her sleek legs. Enjoying Connor’s mixture of desire and fear, Megan walked behind him and held his arms behind his back.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered sweetly in his ear, “We’ll start slow.”

Julia walked purposefully toward him, steadied herself by placing he hands on his shoulders, and then sent he knee flying to his crotch over and over again relentlessly. The cage jostled against his stomach as his balls repeatedly flattened against pelvic bone.

Eventually, the girls traded places. Julia was able to restrain both of Connor’s arms with one of her own, leaving her other hand free to wrap around his sac, making his balls a compact trapped target for Megan’s angular knee. Each time her knee connected, it sent bolts of pain shooting through his body. He weakly leaned back, depending on Julia to hold his body up until she finally released him and he dropped to the floor.

Through tears of pain, he watched Julia sensually climb on top of him almost like he’d fantasized about her doing so many times before. In those fantasies, she had lowered herself onto his hard cock, but now his cock remained limp and he instead felt her knee pounding again and again into his swollen balls.

When she rolled off in evident satisfied exhaustion, Megan took her place, but rather than ramming her knee into his balls like Julia had done, Megan instead carefully planted her knee on both of his balls and slowly ground them into the floor as he look pleadingly into her smiling face.

Seeing the unadulterated joy in her eyes and smile as she ground her knee harder and harder into his flattened balls, he knew deep down that one day she was going to castrate him.

JULY

At the end of the month, Connor was feeling optimistic. He still had balls and they had survived more pummeling, compressing, and grinding under the Megan and Julia’s knees than he thought was possible. And now, he was praying that he would get to see their boobs again while they collected the sample. He wanted badly to ask them to, but he had something he wanted even more that he was working up the courage to ask.

“Can we take the cage off this time? Please.” he asked nervously as he stood in front of them naked except for the pink microcage.

The girls laughed in disbelief. 

“Please,” he begged, “Just for the sample. I can’t… I can’t get hard in it anymore… I just need out so I can do that and get the sample.”

“I don’t make you hard anymore?” Megan asked with a sad face and pouty voice.

“It’s just the cage,” Connor insisted.

“Makes sense,” Julia shrugged, “Your dick probably just got tired of fighting it. It’s funny that it knows when it’s been defeated.”

Connor blushed and hung his head as Julia went on, “Don’t worry. I have something planned that you should like even more than getting the cage unlocked. Lie on you back.”

The coldness in her voice as she spoke the last command spurred Connor to obey immediately. He looked intently up from the floor both excited and nervous to find out what they had planned.

“Hold the specimen jar in place with both hands. If you move your arms or legs at all, Megan is going to castrate you,” Julia said clearly and calmly. Connor looked nervously a Megan, who was giving him a kind, encouraging smile despite the fact that she had picked up a pair of scissors from the coffee table.

His attention soon snapped back to Julia, though, who was slowly lowering her soccer shorts down her muscular legs. She stood briefly in her crop top and red thong panties before also slipping the panties off to reveal a small mound of dark hair above voluptuous folds of skin.

Was she going to fuck him? His mind raced. How? With the cage on?

Julia strode toward him and planted her legs on either side of his head so that he was gazing up at the parting between her legs that he had fantasized so much about entering.

“Remember,” she said sternly as she began to lower herself down onto his mouth, “If you move your arms or legs even an inch, Megan is going to cut your balls off.”

Conner froze in horror as he felt the metal of the scissors against his sac and he heard Megan giggle. He struggle to stay as still as possible while Julia gave him careful instructions about how to lick her. 

While Julia worked herself slowly to orgasm, Megan amused herself by studying Connor’s battered balls. She was surprised at how swollen and bruised they were and smiled thinking that this must be their usual condition now. She closed her left hard around them, her right hand still putting pressure on the handle of the scissors so that she could quickly end his manhood if he disobeyed Julia. Slowly she squeezed both of his engorged orbs and was gratified at how little pressure it took to make him squirm and whimper: all the bruising must have left them incredibly tender.

She gave them a hard yank and pressed the edge of the scissor blade into his sack to remind him of the importance of not moving. With tiny sounds of suppressed cries, he held his body as still as possible. Megan continued to squeeze randomly, causing quivering sobs from Connor that enhanced Julia’s pleasure. As Julia built to a loud, moaning orgasm, Megan squeeze unrelentingly harder, sending the pitch of Connor’s squeals of pain higher and higher to match Julia’s own squeals of delight.

When she was finished, Julia looked over her shoulder and said with a frown, “You didn’t give us a sample! Didn’t you enjoy that?”

“I’m sorry,” Connor sobbed as the convulsive pain caused by Megan’s squeezes started to recede.”

“It’s ok,” Julia said in an indifferent voice, “I know you like Megan better, so we’ll switch places. But I’m not gonna lie, if you don’t cum for her, I’m going to enjoy cutting your balls off!”

Connor knew that begging Julia for mercy would do no good, so he tried to focus on how sexy Megan looked as she stood up and handed the scissor to Julia. As Megan moved forward, Connor saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short, pleated skirt. She fanned her skirt out, and Connor was excited by the view of her close-trimmed pubic hair and delicate pussy lips, which parted as she squatted onto his mouth.

Soon he was energetically licking her and trying to tell his body to cum, despite the all-consuming pain that Julia’s strong grip was causing in his balls. Megan began to make soft but emphatic groans and forced herself down harder on his mouth. He was torn between a deep desire to make her cum and a cold fear that if she did before he gave Julia a sample, she would happily castrate him.

To Connor’s surprise, Julia unexpectedly released her grip on his balls and a second later he heard the sound of her vibrator. His sore balls made the sensation of the vibrator near the base of his shaft uncomfortable at best, but he was relieved to feel like he might be able to cum. The sensation made him lick Megan more frantically, which in turn amplified her own growing pleasure until within moments a small pool of cum was drippling into the specimen jar and Megan was gasping from wave after wave of pleasure as her own juices streamed down Connor’s face.

As Megan finished, Julia landed a hard punch that smashed both of Connor’s balls into the floor replacing the small pleasure he had felt from the orgasm with debilitating pain.

“Huh,” Julia remarked casually, “This is a pretty small sample again. Maybe we really did do something to those supposed supper sperm factories of yours.”

Humiliation and defeat filled Connor’s eyes, so Megan said breezily, “We won’t know until we get the sample tested, so you had better run along quick to drop it off and be back here in two days.”

~~

Two days later, Megan and Julia viewed the report with satisfaction. Again, all the boxes were read with results too low to measure and “Chances of Successful Impregnation” marked “Highly unlikely / Infertile.”

“We fuckin’ did it!” Julia laughed, “We sterilized him just by beating up his balls! We are fuckin’ Goddesses!”

“I told ya,” Megan giggled, “And I won the bet.”

“You did,” Julia acknowledged with respect, “So, you get the prize we agreed on. You get to decided how we castrate him. I hope you picked something fun.”

“I did,” Megan said with a mischievous grin and began to share her plans.

~~

This time when Connor came over, the email that Julia surreptitiously sent contained the real report, but the girls pretended to be reading it for the first time.

“Oh shit,” Julia snorted, “That sucks for you. It’s weird that it just plummeting like that. It’s like your nuts just gave up or something.”

“I’m sorry,” Megan said more comfortingly, “I know you wanted working sperm for some reason. I really didn’t think we could sterilize a guy like that.”

“Maybe we didn’t,” Julia said defensively, “Who knows how guy’s nuts work. Maybe it had nothing to do with us. Maybe they aren’t even sterilized, just taking a break or something. I’m no expert.” 

“Maybe we should talk to someone who is,” Megan exclaimed excitedly, “Didn’t you say one of the girls staying in the dorm this summer is going to be a urologist?”

“You mean Mia?” Julia asked, “Yeah, I guess we could see what she thinks, if it is such a big deal to him.”

“What do you say, Connor,” Megan asked gently, “Do you want us to ask Mia if she thinks we killed your nuts?”

Connor had been listening in stunned silence, trying to come to terms with what he knew to be true. “They’re broken,” he said sadly, “I already know it.”

“Would that really be so bad?” Megan ask sounding sympathetic.

“Yeah,” Julia shot more harshly, “We already told you, your chances of getting your dick in a girl is zero.”

“This might actually give you more of a chance,” Megan said encouragingly, “I might even consider it if I was 100% sure you're sterile.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “What? Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Well,” Megan said carefully, “I would have to be totally 100% certain you are sterile. I don’t want even the smallest risk. But, yeah, if that was the case, I think it would be cute to see you get what you are obviously always dreaming about.”

“That’s assuming he can still get hard now that we broke his balls,” Julia interrupted.

“We don’t know they’re broken!” Megan insisted, “Let’s ask Mia.”

Reluctantly, Connor agreed and Julia texted Mia. Mia, who had been waiting excitedly for the text since Julia and Megan called her early, arrived at the door quickly. Conner was struck by how confident the slime blonde looked as she walked briskly in wearing a pair of black platform heels, white straight-legged trousers, and matching jacket over a violet camisole. He blushed as she passed her eyes quickly over his body which was still naked except for the pink microcage.

“I see he still has balls,” Mia said with a thin-lipped smile, “What makes you think you neutered him?”

“This,” Megan said, showing her the report on the phone.

“Wow,” Mia exclaimed as she scrolled quickly through, “These are the sort of numbers you look for post-vasectomy. You might be right. It doesn’t look like those nuts are making any sperm. But let me get a closer look." 

She strode to Connor and began to roll his balls roughly between her fingers. “Hmmm,” she said as she squeezed his balls firmly, “bruising and distention, signs of regular and prolonged blunt force trauma. How long have you been playing with him?”

“About four months,” Julia answered.

“Every day?”

“Yeah, basically,” Julia shrugged.

“That would explain it. I can’t say for certain,” she said, still squeezing his balls despite apparently already finished with her diagnosis, “But I would say there’s a 99.9% chance that you ended his ability to get anyone pregnant and a better than 50% chance that you also significantly reduced his testosterone production. If you want to be 100% certain of either, I suggest having his balls removed.”

“What?!” Connor gasped, but Mia stopped him with an extra-forceful squeeze and a shushing sound.

“I’m just giving them their options,” she said coolly, “Castration is always the best option if you don’t want him getting anyone pregnant. After that, you can adjust his testosterone depending on whether or not you want him to be able to get hard.”

“He can get hard with no balls?” Megan asked excitedly.

“Sure, if you want,” Mia said releasing her grip on Connor’s balls to take a small card out of her jacket pocket, “If you want, you can try messaging this number. Some of the older pre-med girls pass it around. They say it is for cheap, no-questions-asked castrations. I don’t know, it might just be an urban legend, I’ve never messaged it.”

The girls thanked Mia for her expertise and as she left, she assured them, “I’m pretty sure you neutered him, but, like I said, if you want to be 100% sure, try that number.”

Megan walked back to Connor, who was sitting on the floor, silently crying. “I’m sorry we broke you balls,” she said, petting his head, “Would it make you feel better if I let you lick me again?”

“Just take off the cage, please,” he begged.

“The cage stays on as long as you’re our toy,” Megan said, sounding hurt, “I thought you still wanted us to have fun. I don’t care that your balls don’t work. They’re still fun to play with, so just let me and Julia have fun.”

Connor took his best option and lay on the floor while Megan ground her pussy against his tongue and Julia used his sac as a punching bag. 

AUGUST

Another month passed with the girls taking turns ridding his tongue and torturing his balls. Each time that while he worked Megan to orgasm with his tongue, she tried to convince him to text the number Mia left.

“Getting rid of your balls probably wouldn’t even make a difference for you now,” she said reasonably, “And, if I was 100% totally sure that you could never get me pregnant, I would let you put your cock in me. I know you want that. I might be the only girl who ever lets you. I probably shouldn’t, but I feel bad about killing your balls. If you just go that little step further and get them removed, I’d let you feel your cock in me. You might need testosterone or something to get hard, but whatever it takes we’ll do it if you just get rid of those silly little balls. They aren’t doing anything for you. And I know how much it must hurt when Julia and me hit them. So why are you so attached to them?”

He didn’t have a good answer, and after another sperm test that showed zero fertility, he had to admit that wanted to be inside Megan more than he wanted to keep his useless nuts.

They texted the number together and got instructions that he should come alone to one of the campus science labs with $1,000 in cash. He emptied his meager bank account to get the cash and prepared to set out.

“I’m so excited you’re doing this!” Megan beamed encouragingly.

Conner blushed and looked at the ground. “So, uh, you need to take the thing off,” he said.

“Nice try!” Julia snorted, “Until your nuts come off, the cage stays on.”

“But, they probably need it off to do the thing,” Connor objected.

“Then they can cut it off,” Julia said unmoved, “But don’t worry, I’m sure it will be easier for them to snip your balls off and send it back to us in one piece. Now get going!" 

Connor had secretly hoped for one last hardon and maybe even a “goodbye” cum, so he tried to mask his disappoint as he left for the appointment. As he closed the door to the suite, he heard the girls laughing.

~~

The lab, which was deserted for the summer, was unlocked just like the text said it would be. He walked in cautiously and saw a small envelop and bottle of water on the center table. On the envelope were the words “mix into the water and drink it all.” Seeing no other option, he poured a white powder from the envelop into the water bottle, swirled it, and gulped it down. Within minutes he was passed out with his head resting on the table.

After they waited a safe amount of time, Megan, Julia, and Mia flocked into the room, bristling with anticipation. Jostling Connor’s shoulder, Mia proclaimed, “It looks like he’s out!”

Julia, who preferred a more aggressive test, reached into Connor’s shorts, gripped both of his balls and closed her fist until she felt both of the start to distend. “Yep!” she exclaimed happily, “He’s not faking. Let’s get him on the table, I want to see Mia work.”

Mia was excited to get to work herself. Just a few days ago, she had performed her second orchiectomy, giving her roommate the gift of a new pet eunuch. She was surprised and pleased how easy the operation is and already considered herself an expert. But this operation was going to be different and even more exciting to her.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Megan asked eagerly as the girls hoisted Connor’s limp body onto the table and quickly stripped off his clothes. Julia shot her a cheerful smile as she took the $1,000 from Connor’s pocket.

“Yeah,” Mia reassured her, “I’ve been studying this one for a long time, and I’m 100% sure I can do it if it’s what you two want.”

“Megan won the bet, she gets to pick whatever she wants,” Julia said, “but I think this is perfect and is going to be hilarious.”

“As long as you are sure you can do it,” Megan said glowing with anticipation, “I want his little dick in a jar and his useless balls still attached, tormenting him.”

“That’s so cool,” Mia smiled, “and I can totally do it.”

“Oops,” Julia laughed as she unlocked the cage, “looks like I lied, the cage is coming off and your balls are staying, after all. But this little guy is history.” She playfully flicked his drooping dick with her bright blue fingernails. 

Mia spread her tools out on the table and began by attaching a tight band at the base of his cock with the elastrator that her farm girl roommate had leant her for the night. It was the same elastrator that had fixed her roommate’s ex-boyfriend and she momentarily wondered how many other guys’ sex lives it would end now that they knew how easy and fun it is.

She attached another band a fraction of an inch above the first to limit the bleeding and then began to slowly circle the helpless cock with her scalpel. She asked Julia and Megan to take turns dabbing away the blood as she cut deeper into the spongy tissue of the corpus cavernosum. She was careful to avoid the dorsal artery until she was able to clamp it off, reducing the mess of blood, and she skillfully isolated the urethra, which she snipped further from the body so that Connor would be able to pee and was less likely to end up in the ER, exposing her handywork. 

In a surprisingly short amount of time, she had tossed the useless cock into a tray so that she could cauterize and tidy up what remained. By the end, she was full of pride at the surgical skills she’d demonstrated but also couldn’t help laughing along with the two other girls at the sight of Connor’s swollen nuts hanging below a barely raised fleshy mound. They had really successfully taken a guy’s cock! They exchanged high fives and exclamations of amazement.

Mia then turned her attention to the sorry, wilted scrap of flesh in the tray. As she lowered it into a preserving fluid, she grinned with the knowledge that it would never again grow any longer or harder than its current wrinkled state. She handed the pathetic trophy to Megan, who couldn’t wait to show it off to her roommate, Isabella, and her other friends. A lot of them had various boys’ balls in jars, but she was pretty sure she was the first girl she knew to add a cock to the collection.

By the time Connor came to, the girls had left the room free of any trace of their presence. Connor reached down, hopeful that his dick was finally free, even if it cost him his balls, only to discover what he had really lost. He tearfully got dressed and made his way in a daze back to Julia’s dorm room.

~~

“What?” Megan gasped in mock wide-eyed disbelief when Connor told them.

“You idiot,” Julia said rolling her eyes, “You didn’t think to tell them that you wanted your balls snipped, not your peepee?”

“I didn’t have a chance to say anything, just the text message and then I drank something a note said, and it knocked me out and I woke up with my dick cut off.”

“Aw, let us see,” Megan said in the tone that always sounded to Connor somewhere between sympathetic and mocking.

As he shame-facedly took off his clothes, the girls barely tried to suppress their giggles.

“That’s what you get for texting some rando to castrate you,” Julia chided.

“I think he looks cute,” Megan squealed as she stepped close to him and clamped her hand around his nuts, applying enough pressure to make sure that all of his attention was on her, “Connor, if you got your balls cut off, I was going to let you in me because I felt sorry for you, but honestly, this is so much better. You’ll keep your sex drive so you’ll still be all cute and horny around us, but you won’t be whining all the time about wanting to get hard and cum. And, if you ever do get annoying, we still have these to keep you in line!” To demonstrate, she yanked down with a force cause him to collapse in agony.

Standing over him, Megan cooed, “Aw, poor thing! Let me do something to cheer you up.” In one smooth gesture, she slid off her canvas shorts and cotton panties so that Connor was staring up in awe at the soft folds of skin between her legs. “Lay down,” she commanded gently.

He obeyed and she lowered herself slowly onto his mouth. She moan with pleasure as he began to attentively circle her throbbing clit with his tongue. He paused briefly when he felt Julia settle into the space between his legs and grip his balls.

“I’m actually glad you still have balls too,” Julia grinned, “I thought that we weren’t going to get to play with this ballcrusher I got. I need something to amuse myself while you take care of Megan.” Without a dick in the way, it was super easy to position his balls between the two plexiglass sheets and ratchet the screws down.

As she watched his nuts flatten before her and the nub where his dick used to be quiver, Julia thought that she was going to thoroughly enjoy this new arrangement. And, for the first time, Connor legitimately wished that he didn’t have balls.

Part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/kp7ZB3yonH

... Just then the shop door opened, and I heard a lady gasp "Zac, is that you? Are you OK?" I looked up and standing over my was my best friends mum. This was so humiliating. I stood up, making sure my boner had subsided. "Err... Yes Mrs Wilde" I said trying to act normal. "Well you don't look fine" she said in her posh British accent. "Come on, I'll give you a lift" We walked to her car and I couldn't help myself watching her pert ass slink along through her thin red silk summer dress. She's probably mid 40's, but still looks incredible with her long platinum blonde hair flowing halfway down her backless dress all the way to that ass. I'd always fancied her: she was always wore expensive make up and was always bubbly and flirty.

Five minutes later we both stepped out of her Mercedes, and I was still fixated on her figure hugging dress as we walked to the front door. I hadn't even twigged that we'd gone straight back to her house. It was my best mates house, where I'd spent half my childhood, so I felt right at home and took a seat at my usual place at their breakfast bar. I heard her heels clicking on the tiles as she floated past me, her hand tracing across my shoulder and down my chest as she passed "Can I fix you a drink hun?"

Half an hour later we were halfway through an ice cold bottle of nice white wine. She was sitting opposite me at the bar and we were both relaxed and giggling like school girls. "...And it gave you a boner?" she laughed. "Oh worse than that Mrs Wilde, I actually, err... anyway" I blushed and changed the subject. She had allowed her high heel to drop off and was resting her bare foot on my stool between my legs. I had been casually rubbing it as we were chatting. She toe lifted the hem of my skirt and she gently slid it further between my legs so that her sole was gently pressing on my bare balls. "So you know Tom [my best friend] is away this weekend at a festival?" I did, and was super pissed I didn't get a ticket. "There's something I need you to help me with" She continued, sounding quite official and authoritative. "I've always noticed, you're skin is so...smooth" she smouldered, sliding her foot firmer between my balls. The ball of her foot has separated my balls and she was making a circular motion which made them both squish about. IT felt incredible and I was getting really hard again.

"I was just on my way to to get waxed, when I saw you, then we came back here, so think it's only fair you help me." She wriggled her toes on my smooth balls saying "Besides, you obviously know how to wax". I blushed as she stood up and started slowly sauntering up the stairs. It took a few seconds to come to my sense and realise what was happening, before I bounded after her like a horny dog.

She made me wait outside for a few moments, until she beckoned me in. Her room was lit by candles, there was incense and soft music on, old school. She was laying on the bed with a towel from her tits and just covering her pussy. She had a pillow under her bum raising her pussy, even through the towel I could see her hipbones sticking out from her flat toned tummy. I'd waxed myself loads of times before, but never someone else. I took a deep breath as I slowly pulled the towel up, and she opened her legs wider. Her pussy was absolutely perfect. It was almost hairless, with just a small triangle of stubble. I set to work applying the warm wax, slowly spreading it around her pussy lips. Her head arched back, and her breathing intensified and her hand slid up my smooth pale thigh, to gently cup my dangly balls. Even that sent shivers up my spine, before she whispered "We're going to have to be careful not to hurt each other aren't we?"

I quietly counted "1...2...3..." and quickly tore off the wax strip. Her hand instantly gripped my delicate orbs, absolutely crushing them. She let out a scream of pain, and so did I. It was so painful, but was so fun to see her enjoying it. Our yelps turned into us both just laughing. I started tracing my rainbow painted nails over her smooth, all be it slightly red fanny "It's so tingly.." she sighed. She had released her vice like grip and was now gently massaging and sensually caressing my sore balls, it felt incredible. I leaned in, and we started to kiss.

But, then the mood was instantly shattered as we heard the bedroom door being opened...

Part 3 coming soon, let me know what you think!

Kevin sat naked before me on the floor, his cock was erect and sticking straight up. I knew what he wanted, he wanted to fuck me. I had told him if he did a good enough job eating my pussy that I might let him, but he just did an okay job. He seemed to be more interested in pulling my leg up into his cock and balls. I understand he gets horny, but when I spread my legs for him, he damn well better do a good job. I looked down at him as he waited expectantly. I stood up and he looked up at my pussy like a hungry animal.

I took a step toward him and then I drove my foot between his legs, he groaned as I connected with his balls, then curled up into a ball on the floor.

"Do you know why you won't get to fuck me tonight?" I asked.

"Uh, no," he winced as he spoke.

"Because you kept humping my leg when you were supposed to be eating pussy. I want your full attention, every time."

"Oh, sorry Mistress. It's been a few days since I came."

"No excuses," I said and brought my foot back to kick his balls. He covered his balls with his hands and looked up at me, I glared back and he pulled his hands away. He pushed his legs apart so I could better deliver my kick. I took a full backswing and then I nailed him. He fell onto his side and lay on the floor clutching his balls.

"I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep, if you know what's good for you, you won't bother me for sex."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied from his curled up fetal position. I left him there in the middle of our bedroom and went off to shower. By the time I finished he had managed to get undressed and into bed, he still had an erection. I laughed to myself, he really acts like it's the end of the world when he can't get off. I remember before when I was his submissive, he often didn't even consider whether I orgasmed or not. Payback's a bitch, Kevin.

I woke the next morning to find he had already gone off to work. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to see how he was doing, and maybe get him a little more worked up. Honestly, I was feeling a little bad for him, he didn't do anything all that terrible really. I mean, he got me off, that's priority number one. Why did it piss me off so much that he was humping my leg? I think it was because he didn't ask permission.

I thought about it on and off during the day and decided that I was being a bit of a bitch. Of course, I'm in charge, so fuck him. But still, I shouldn't abuse the privilege. I decided that I would let him be the dom this evening. I haven't done it in months. Since I became the dominant partner I like to keep my position of authority. I don't want to confuse things. Still, every now and then you have to mix things up.

He called and told me he would be home by five, so I decided to get myself ready for him. I took all my clothes off and took out our restraints. We have a large four-post bed, so I tied my legs to the lower posts and put restraints on my wrists. All he had to do was fasten my wrists to the upper posts and he could have his way with me. I sat there on the bed naked with my legs spread and waited for him, he showed up a few minutes before five and came into our bedroom.

"Violet, what's going on?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Kevin, I've been waiting for you. I'm going to be submissive to you tonight, I think you earned it." He looked confused, I held my arms forward. "Go ahead. Attach these restraints to the posts." His eyes looked up and down my body, and then he came over and silently buckled the restraints onto the bedposts. I was spread wide, he could have me however he wanted. For the first time in a long time, I felt vulnerable.

I watched him strip, the entire time he undressed his eyes were on my naked body. His cock was hard way before he pulled his pants off. He climbed onto the bed over me and looked down, then he leaned forward and kissed me. He began at my mouth and slowly made his way down my body. He kissed my neck, then my breasts, he licked and sucked at my nipples. He's good at it, he knows how to get me worked up. I had to laugh at myself, I found that I tried to push my pussy into his leg, just like he had done to me yesterday. Fuck, I'm horny as fuck. Maybe I was hot from being submissive again.

He spent some time on my tits, maybe even five minutes. He finally worked his way down my body and kissed my pussy. I moaned quietly as his tongue began to lick my pussy, just softly and gently. I looked down at his head between my legs, why does he want to do this when I'm tied up? I make him do this almost every night, what is he up to? His hands worked their way up to my breasts, he played with my nipples and began licking me faster and faster. I tried not to orgasm, I couldn't figure out why he was getting me off, but it was no use.

"FUCK YES! KEVIN!" I moaned loudly as the orgasm swept over me, I arched my back and tried to push my pussy into his face. I had a strong orgasm, it felt like a wave washing over me. When I finished he didn't stop licking me.

"Kevin, I came," I moaned as he licked away. "Kevin..." What is he up to? He slowed down for a bit, just teasing my clit with his tongue, but then he started to pick up speed. He pinched my nipples just hard enough to get me off, and another wave of orgasm washed over me. "FUCK YES!" I moaned. It was even stronger than the first orgasm, holy shit. I pushed my pussy into his face, then my body went limp as the orgasm finished.

"Kevin, fuck me," I begged. I needed that cock in my pussy.

Kevin looked up at me from between my legs, "Not yet." He got up from the bed and stood by the side of the bed. He moved up toward where my right hand was and he placed his balls in my hand.

"Squeeze them," he said. I looked over, his cock was hard, resting on my wrist. I moved my hand around on his balls until I found a good grip, then I did what he asked. I squeezed his balls flat into each other.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "My balls."

Hearing the pain in his voice just made me want to squeeze them harder, I mashed them together and Kevin leaned forward over the bed. He was barely able to stand.

"FUCK! MY BALLS!" he cried out as I mashed them in my hand. I could do it harder, I had him in my control even though I was tied down. My pussy was so wet with excitement, I needed to be fucked so badly.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me," I begged. I let go of his balls, he pulled away and stepped back from the bed. To my surprise, he went down by my right ankle and unbuckled the restraint. Then he climbed on top of me on his hands and knees.

"Knee my balls."

I looked down, and sure enough, he was above my right leg, I lifted quickly into his balls.

"OOOOOF!" he groaned as I connected solidly. I felt his balls against the top of my leg, I smashed them into his body. Then I did it again and again. His cock banged against my leg and flopped around with each knee to his hanging balls. I pushed my leg up between his legs, mashing his cock and balls together, then I slammed my knee back into his balls. I took turns pushing into his cock and balls, then hammering them. It was so good, I had him right on the edge of orgasm. I could see it in his face.

He reached down and hooked my right leg with his arm, he spread my legs wide and he finally pushed his big cock into me.

"FUCK YES!" I moaned as he began taking deeper and deeper strokes into me. He was hammering away at my pussy soon, nearly in a frenzy, he fucked me hard and fast. It felt incredible, almost like another orgasm, but different. More crazy. Louder.

"OH FUCK!" Kevin cried out, I felt his warm cum fill my pussy. He pumped me furiously, like he was possessed and then he collapsed on top of me. He lay on me motionless for a minute and then reached for my restraints and undid them, the two of us lay in bed for another few minutes just basking in the afterglow.

"Thanks for letting me be the dom again," Kevin said quietly.

"A real dom wouldn't put their balls in my hand."

"Yeah, things have changed."

That they have.

[NOTE: This is the last of Violet, I'm really going to miss her. It was fun writing from the female side. Thanks for the comments and chats]

A/N: All characters are above the age of 18. This is totally not based on a bunch of porn videos...

I sit on the bench nervously as my match is about to start. I start sweating, as my match is about to start. I am now up against Sherri, the fighting arena champion. She is known for her amazing skills and beauty. She's famously known for humiliating her male opponents, so bad that it end's their career as a fighter. Her and her sister Tammy go for the testicles.

They use anything to pleasure the man enough for him cum on live TV. They have so many victims and no man has ever defeated one of the sisters. Tammy left her fighting career but her sister Sherri remains champion of the underground fight club.

I recall one male fighter was horribly humiliated by Sherri more than 10 times. It is rumored after that after the 5th lost, he became oppressed with her and threw away his pride to be pleasured by her as he hasn't been seen in 2 years. People say that he might have given up his career to be Sherri's personal dog. She hasn't denied nor comformired this, but has stated she could make it happen to any other male opponent.

It was cause of this I was very nervous, my career as a fighter came down to this. If I fail, Sherri could do the most humiliating action to make me lose, thus putting me as one of her victims. Or, she would go on about her promise and make me a dog. My instructor came in, and I looked up at him. By the look on his face, he might've also been nervous.

"Come on, your match is about to start," he says.

"I don't know if I'm strong or skilled enough to beat her. She has beaten and utterly destroyed male fighter's careers by taking advantage of their testicals. It's possible I could be one of them." I say.

My instructor looked at me and sat down. "You see, my father was one of the early victims of Sherri's mother, and some of my clients were later victums of the sisters. But they didn't let that slow them down. It was the public that did. My father eventually taught me it doesn't matter what happens. Use it as fuel to keep going." He says. I was somewhat relieved, but it didn't help.

"Well, how am I supposed to beat her. She looks so pretty, and it might catch me off guard!" I yell.

"Jason. What have I always told you?" He sternly asks

"To focus only on the battle." I Replyed

"Exactly. If you focus on the fight and not on her, you might win or not suffer the same fate as the other men did. I believe in you. I'm sure a few people in the crowd believe you, too." My instructor says

I started to calm down. I started to feel a bit confident but not too confident as that's what usually brings you down.

"Any tips on to beat her?" I asked

"She likes to use her legs a lot, so parry them out the way. She also goes low line to hit your groin. It's better to not be hit there as that what will slow you down. Also, use your speed and get close to her and catch her off guard." My instructor said

"Alright, I'll try that."

"Good luck, kid!" My instructor says.

A few minutes later, I stood behind a wall, waiting. The announcer calls my name up.

"You got this, Jason."

"Yeah, I do!"

I run up to the stage.

IN THE BLUE CONNER, WE GOT THE SPEEDY ELECTRIC FAST BOY HIMSELF!!!! THE ELECTRIC JASON HICKERSON!!!!!!!

I ran and did a back flip over the arena and landed, almost falling. As I looked around and most people were glaring or just sitting back down. The boys cheered me on while some girls booed me. I didn't care, I simply had to foucas.

IN THE RED CONNER! THE ONE ALL OF YOU ESPECIALLY THE LADIES HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! THE CHAMPION OF FIGHTING ARENA, THE ENDER OF CAREERS, THE BALLBUSTER HERSELF! WE GOT THE LEGENDARY.... SHERRI VICKSON!!!!!

All the girls burst out and cheered for her. Few boys sat down, and some looked down. A few boys and girls looked at me with a worried face. I assumed they were scared of what would happen to me.

"It's still early for my career to end now." I thought to myself.

I start getting ready and cracking my knuckles and neck. I jump and punch the air. Sherri walks to the arena and jumps over the railing. Her pricing red eyes stared me down. I internally wanted to scream and run away, but I wanted to fight for my instructor and keep his father's legacy alive.

The walls began to come up. It was now gated into a cage. I look around and admire it. But I knew if I wasn't careful, my career would end here like so many others did. The reefer came up to us.

"Alright, you both know the rules. No breaking bones or scratching each other or cat fighting. No hair grabbing or choking unless you're about to deal the finishing blow. You understand!"

We both nod.

"Now, put your arms out."

shaking, I put my arm out and make it into a fist. She fist bumps me, and the ref jumps back and off the stage. Sherri looks at me.

"For your sake, I suggest you tap out NOW. You're not winning this." She says sternly

I shake my head no.

"Nah, I'd win." I say as I get into my stance.

"Stubborn like the rest. Oh well, let's see how we'll you can amuse me. Bore me, and we both know what I will do to you..." She says.

I cringe at the thought of how she would ballbust me. We both step back and get into fighting positions.

READY.......BEGAN!!!!

I charge start moving the side. She looks at me intensely. Knowing I will be the first one to move, I charge directly at her and throw multiple punches in which she dodges. She grabs my left wrist and lifts it up. I look down to see her knee coming up and about to hit my balls. I used my right hand to stop her leg, which took her back a bit. I push her leg down and follow up with my own knee. She blocks that one. I spin around and throw her to the cage. She steps back.

"Close, that would've hurt badly of that knee landed. Possible taking me out, " I think to myself.

I charge in and jump to do a flying knee. She blocks the knee and is pushed back from the power behind the knee. As I land, she punches at me. I parry that and throw a kick. She blocks my kick and throws her own kick . I block it and feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I quickly dive roll out the way.

"Damn, that hurt. I need to watch out for her kicks." I thought to myself.

I turn around, my legs stupidly wide open. I see her coming in, and I didn't have time to react before I felt a hard kick to my balls. I look down to see her white boots smash into my testicals.

"Oooooohhhhhh...." The crowd whimpered.

I groaned before I felt 2 more kicks. She was already trying to floor me. I caught her 4th kick and swung her around, and threw her to the cage. She carts wheals and runs to me and does a drop kick. I lead out the way. She looks at me as she flies past me. She lands gracefully on the ground. She brushes her hair aside.

I stand up slowly with my left arm holding my balls. I take a deep breath and get back into my fighting position. I look up at Sherri. She still has that cold look on her face. But she seems to be midly interested.

"Not bad. You won't be a simple pushover after all." She says.

She charges in and punches. I dodges and gut punches her. She drops to the ground, hilding her stomach, but spins her leg around I and leg sweep me. I fall to the ground. I try to crawl up, but I feel my right leg being lifted up. I look down and quickly stop her foot from slamming on my testicals.

Sherri pushes her foot down on my hand to my balls. She kicks my hands away and goes for another attempt. I block with my free leg and use my free leg to kick the back of her knee, which caused her to fall. I roll back and do a back flip but fall down on the ground. I clutch my acing balls and look up as Sherri slowly gets up, she looks irritated. I hear my instructor talk.

"You're doing good so far! Keep it up, and you might win. Just focus on the battle and not worry about her body,looks, or the pain she is delivering you!" He yells

"Got it." I say.

The crowd of females is cheering, some saying Sherri's name. I stand back up, my balls still aching, and get ready to fight as the crowd cheers. Sherri gets up.

"You're very annoying, skilled but annoying. I will admit that you are fun to fight. Your resistance will make it more satisfying when I eventually break you." Sherri says as she walks twords me.

I stepped back a bit, not expecting the compliment. As I do, she charges in. I barely dodge her, but her hand slapped my testical, causing me more pain as I rolled over to the other side of the ring. The crowd is going even wilder. I stand on a knee, using the cage as a support. Sherri continues to walk tword me.

"Most of the men I fought would go down with a single knee. All that masculine attitude, only to fall to a small woman. I enjoy tearing down you, men and your careers. How we women are not at the top already is beyond me.

I didn't hear her talk. I was too focused on the battle. I charge at her, I jump to do a flying spartan kick, but she catches my leg. She did a toe kick to my balls, making me double over. She kicks again, again and again. With me doubled over, I spin around, placing both my hands to the ground, using my free legs to kick at her face. She swiftly dodges and kicks at my balls again, I manged to block her kick, but she stomps down on my head and kicks me over in the stomach.

"Do you not see how outclassed you are? Final request to give up, unless you WANT what will happen." Sherri says.

I kick flip back and charge at Sherri. She scoffs.

"Boys, you never listen..." She says as she throws a spartan kick.

I do a zig zag and punch at her. She backs off and throws a kick, I catch her kick, throw it away, then elbow at her. Though the pain got to my head and I ended up grabbing her boob in an attempt to throw her. I could feel she was furious. She slapped me across the ring before grabbing my shirt. I feel as she delivers multiple consecutive knees to my balls.

After that, Sherri throws me, and I slide on the ground. I end up in a fetal position as I hold my balls. I get to one knee and weekly look up at the woman.

"Give up?" She asks

"N-no...." I say as I weakly get to my feet.

As I did, she ran in and put her boobs in my face. I wake up to reality and push her off. But I feel a devastating kick to my Groin, which causes me to slump over and fall down on the ground.

"Finally..... It's over...." She says.

The crowd cheered as Sherri seemingly won the battle. All she needs to do is deliver the finishing blow. Sherri had many finishing blows. Her most famous being the face lock. I pray she didn't do that to me as I regain my energy. She walks over to me and kicks me over to lay on my back.

"Before I finish you, I will humbly say you're not bad. I did enjoy this fight. It's rare to come across men as resistant as you are. But, enough with that." Sherri says. She picks up my leg and hovers her foot over my balls.

"I am going too bully you now~" She says as a smile starts to form across her face.

She places her foot on my balls and starts to pump her feet on my balls. Even with my vision blury, I see as her bright white boots rub across my groin. I start to feel weak, and my legs start shaking. I couldn't move my upper body nor my legs. All I felt was something that felt like it was about to be unloaded out of my crotch. I couldn't feel anything but pleasure as he foot grinded on my balls. I tried fighting back, but it was too strong. The girls in the crowd cheered her on.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you~" She giggled. "Come on, let loose. You know you want to." She says. Her soft voice tickled my ears, making me even more erected.

I lay down as I felt the sensation of her shoving her foot on my balls.

"I guess this is where it all ends.... At least I did well...."

"You like Denki Anma, do you? Seems a lot of you do~ Don't worry. I will make this quick and enjoyable for you." She says in a soft, sweet tone.

She starts going faster and faster. The only thing I could have done was hold back the load that was coming. What seemed like forever but only 3 minutes had passed. I still manage not load out. I manged to hold back the load, and the feeling Cumming started. Sherri looks down on me.

"You still haven't fight left in you? No matter, this will do the trick" She says in her normal tone of voice.

She took off her white boots to revel her long black socks. Many men wanted to know what exactly are under those socks. They just have massive foot fetishes. She proceeds to do the Denki Anma on me again this time with her socks. It was much more harder to hold down the load that was about to come out since all.I felt was pleasure.

"That's it, you like that huh~ I can just feel your semen coming from the tube of yours. I can feel it getting warmer~" She says back to her sweet and soft voice.

I feel as it's rising and about to come out when I look to see my instructor.

"COME ON! YOU GOT THIS! DON'T LET THIS BE YOUR FAILURE!!!!!" He yells out.

I start feeling hope as I feel my right arm again.

"This is now over" Sherri says as she lifts her foot up.

"Oh I don't think so!" I yell out as I shoot my arm out and punch her croatch with all the strength I have. Which caught her by surprise. She stops and steps back. The crowd was shocked. I take a deep breath to calm down my ragging boner. I look up and see Sherri stumbling back.

"She's distracted! End this now!" My instructor yells out.

I run up to her and drop kick her. She blocks it, but I grab her arm, I sweep her leg, causing her to fall. I hold her down.

1

2

3

As the timer went, Sherri started to flail her legs, in attempt turn to her side, presumably to get a better strike at my balls. She even reaches to my balls and grabs it, squeezing it hard.

"You damn pervert! Get off me now!" She yells out.

I fought through the pain, keeping her down for what seemed like an eternity.

4

5!!!!

WINNER JASON!!!!

I get off of sherri and hold my balls after the countdown finished. Sherri lays down in disbelief.

The crowd cheers me on. I sigh out of relief. I see as Sherri slowly gets and is escorted out of the ring by some men in black suits. The crowd cheers my name, some women are surprised, some are angry and the boys like other girls are cheering me. My instructor hopped in the ring.

"You did it!" He screamed. He picked me up, and I did a war cry to the air and put my fist up. The host gave me a trophy and everyone celebrated. My instructor helps me to the locker.

"That was amazing, you beat Sherri!" My instructor said.

"Couldn't have done it without you coach. Thank you." I say as I hug him.

"You should go to the shower and clean yourself up. Maybe try and ice your balls. She ruffed them up good.

Some minutes later, I was in the showers washing myself and look down to my crotch. It's red and the orbs are blue and purple. I sigh as it's over and I finally beat the champion. Before I was about to turn the shower off I hear a door open.

"Who the?" I say, I look and see a women with blonde hair. I cover myself with a twol.

"Ummm... ma'me?

"Hi there. Jason was it?" The women ask.

"Ye-yeah, that's me. May I ask what are you-

"You fought good against Mrs Sherri. Not many men can beat her. But you, did seemingly the impossible." She says as she walks up to me. Her high heels clanking on the floor while the water fell on the both of us.

"I appreciate it, But what are yo I doing in the men's showers?"

"To finish my client's work on you."

"What-" I say before Suddenly I felt a grab to my balls. I slumped over from the unexpected grap.

"Your beat our mist valuable fighter, your not supposed to beat her. You may not be aware of what's going to happen. Cause of that, I will relase my anger out in you." She says as she tightens her grip on my balls, pulling it up. The fight with Sherri took all my strength, I was too weak to fight against this women.

"Stop.. please" I whimpered.

"Don't worry, this will be done doon" She tightens her grip, her nails cutting at my testucals. She let's go, causing me to drop on the ground. I hold my naked balls again, but she put her heel, crushing my hand, making me take it off. She puts her high heels on my balls.

"I will have to tell you, beating Sherri will cause attention around you. I suggest find another career, or there will be way more pain than just me crushing your little Eggs. In which, you seem to enjoy telling by your little friends reaction to it." The blonde women says.

I look down and see that I'm ejaculations. The ejaculation felt wonderful. I lay back as I feel the my stuff hit my stomach. The women rubs her high heels on my bonner, she chuckles a bit.

"And I didn't even take of my heels. You are a pervert, just like the rest of them. But you hide it well." She says.

I look at her as she takes her foot off my balls. "Well, I can tell your not going to quit. How about this, each fight you win against our female fighters, I'll give you a footjob or crush your balls beneath my feet. Though, losing against them will have.... consequences. I'd think about my life choices if I were you." The blonde women says as she walks out the shower room.

My vision gets blury again. I lay back down on the floor and let the warm shower drip down upon me.

"I just need rest" I think to myself as I lay there.

Leo ran! his muscled legs pumpping! huge bulge josling. no way on god's green earth could leo ware a cup. His nuts, each the size of mellons bulged inside his shorts, clearly visible as two gigantic lumps beneath a monsterous cock. Seven inches sofft! sixteen inches erect! The football was right in front of him he drew his leg back...

Terun lotona! shrinken testicleonat." My eyes, normaly a human-looking blue, flashed an otherworldly and unsettling demonic red, as i jabbed my finger towards a strong, handsome boy with his leg cocked back reddy to kick. A stream of red light unnoticeable to the human eye flew across the distance between us striking the guy between the legs.

"Crieenchuch!" leo felt his lower body seeze. Still one one leg, his eyes bulged as pain exploded in his groin as he lost balance and fell sideways. his scream never left his mouth as his nuts, his pressous orbs, his biefy globes of masculine power and sperm preduces all but exploded.

As leo's hands raced to his crotch, he could feel to contents of his money pouch contracting and shrinking, like a hand squeezing his balls in to smaller and smaller space, giving leo's nuts no choice but to flatten or explode in to chunks... the only problem was that nothing had hold of his nuts but leo could feell the process of his nuts cracking never the less. A scream finally made its way through leo's lips, hi, keening while, a sound all men instinctively know as a precurser to someone about to loose their nuts.

My eyes widened, this wasn't right: i ran the words of the spell back through my mind. "Goddess...," i muttered the words were so ancient, from a long dead language that i'd mixed it up with one of the castration enchantments that i'd read in the passed. it wasn't a full spell other wise the guy with instantly have been castrated. I'd got all the rest of the spell right, the shrinking the distracting, the sperm reduction reduced. But the first two words translated, "Slow castration."

game stopped, froze as all eyes, that of both teams and their corresponding coatches staired as the riving screamming boy. "What the fuck!" chris said, even though leo was on the team playing against them, his own balls pulsed and twisted with pain in simperphy for the guy. Leo knew non of this as, to his terrer he felt his nuts continue to shrink while at the same time beginning to crack. then over head a shadow blocked out the sun and leo heard, "If you don't want to loose your nuts, move your hands!"

reality tore as i created a gate between me and the pitch. The etheric power spinning whiled and untained as i forced my will on the world. Moving faster than humanly possible, i sprinttered through the unstable portal that collapsed and fizzled out behind me. Kneeling at the guy's side i said, "If you don't want to loose your nuts move your hands!" pushing my mind in to his chaotic, painfilled one i learned his name was leo and that he was secretly bisexual. with a thought, i froze time, leaving only Leo and myself free.

- To be continued. I hope you are enjoying this story. Coments are welcome and please les me know if you want to see one of the fooballers loose their huge, man eggs!

It was a hot August day, and I'd been chilling with my friends by the river all day, drinking and listening to music. I feel really comfortable round them and can be myself. Today I was wearing a band T shirt which I'd cut off at the chest to be a crop top, and a loose black skater mini-skirt. It was such a hot day and I dont deal well in the heat, feeling a bit sexy I decided to take off my panties, and just let my bollocks swing freely below my skirt. I was wearing my usual heavy emo make up. I'm only tiny, to most people they'd probably identify me as a woman, I'm not even trans, I'm just a v feminine guy.

I was walking home and was popping to the shop to grab some booze for the way home. Just as I got to the shop door I heard a girl shout "Emoooo!" which wasn't anything unusual, I was used to it. Two chavvy girls turned the corner and stood in my way in front of the door. The girl directly blocking me was wearing those cheap looking 'Juicy' hotpants, with writing across her ass, which was bearly covered by them. I assume it was her that had shouted as she got in my face demanding "Hey girl, get us some booze!"

"No way, bitch, get outta my way!" I retorted. I was a bit tipsy and felt superior to this feral excuse of a girl.

"Aww go on, I really KNEED some!" She said, and just as I was trying to work out why she'd emphasised that word, I felt an explosion of pain between my legs. It made my legs buckle slightly, and my head dropped down. I saw her bare knee was rammed right up my skirt and was still being held there crushing my sweaty dangly balls. I let out a loud "ooof" as the pain moved up my abs. I felt her knee drop, letting my balls 'plop' back into the sack, and felt instant relief. This only lasted for half a second before she smashed her knee back up into my delicate eggs, she was jiggling it round, squishing my nuts from left to right as they tried to escape her bony knee. "No actual way" she announced... "It feels like you have balls!" "Of course I do, I'm a man!" I gasped, trying not to show her how much pain I was in. "Shit, I thought you were a girl!" She laughed, "Eeeew you're not wearing pants, they feel so gross!" she continued, still rummaging her knee deep into my crotch.

She eventually dropped her knee and started texting on her phone, completely uninterested in the pain she'd caused me. Meanwhile her friend had put her arm around me and was playing 'good cop'. "Aww don't listen to her, I think you're hot" Her hand slid down and grabbed my bum through my skirt. The pain in my balls was starting to subside, just leaving them feeling swollen and achey. "You'd be even hotter if you bought us some booze..." she purred into my ear as her hand slipped up my skirt. The bum squeeze had turned into her stroking my bare perineum which felt like heaven. Her hand reached forward between my legs and she gently cupped my swollen balls. "So, what do you think?" she whispered, her lips almost touching mine.

"Err... I don't know..." I said, a bit dazed from what was happening. Her cold hand on my hot swollen nads was just bliss.

But then suddenly her grip tightened. I gulped and tried to prise her hands off. but she was too strong. Her fingers were reaching up the front of my balls and her palm was smooshing against the tubes at the back. I was writhing about in pain, trying to prise her fingers off, when her friend looked up from her phone and decided to help out. She squared up to me, grabbed my hands and folded them behind my back. her body pressed against mine, I could feel her breasts on my chest and..oh god no, I start to get hard.

MY dick bobs up in my skirt and starts to rub between her bare thighs right up near her soft booty shorts. Before I can think about how nice it feels, the girl behind me really starts wiggling her fingers up the front of my balls, really pressing into the testes. To get more purchase, she slides her thumb backwards and slowly inserts it into my ass. Instantly, I feel the sap rising, and one more wiggle of her fingers into my balls sends me over the edge. I feel them strain and try to tighten as thick ropes of cum shoot out of my dick, covering the first girls thighs. She screeches in disgust and jumps backward. "I can't believe you just..." she stops, shocked at the state of her thighs, which are glazed in cum, before drawing her leg back and punting me full force in my just emptied balls. I crumple to the ground, curled up on pain, holding my balls with my hard on sticking out, as the girls walk away giggling.

This is the second part of a third story in a series. The previous story to this one: “Blake’s Prank From Hell…. Taking Down The Bull”

(CONTINUED FROM PART 1):

Adrenaline shot through Jacob as he quickly scrambled up towards the door. Fear of what would happen if the bulky and angry Blake got his hands on him again.

“SAM! HELP!” Jacob screamed at the top of his lungs, and he reached for the doorknob.

Blake was charging right behind him, body slamming him into the closed bedroom door. With a loud crack, the boys crumped into the hallway on top of the broken door. Pieces of the wooden door jam showered down on Blake’s back, his huge frame wrapped around Jacob’s body.

Jacob was withering in pain and gasping for air as Blake slowly stood up over him. Blood was trickling down the side of his head as his broad, sweaty chest pumped. He looked like a deadly fighting machine ready to kill as he stared down at his injured prey. Blake had an evil grin as he roughly pulled Jacob’s pants and underwear down to his ankles in one quick yank.

Jacob's balls weren’t huge, but they hung down nice and low in their soft sac, resting on the fallen door beneath him. Blake was still panting and grinning as he lined his right foot over Jacob’s plump balls, his toes easily covering both balls. He balanced on his heel as he raised his left foot and placed it on Jacob’s face.

“Do you think your grapes can handle my weight, Jakey-boy? I’m pretty heavy; I wonder how much pressure they’d take before they pop.” Blake said in a low tone as his toes started sinking into Jacob’s ball flesh.

Jacob groaned a muffled wail as he felt his nuts compressing between the door and Blake’s sweaty warm toes. He could smell the tangy, ripe scent of Blake’s sole and taste the salty foot sweat on his lips. He felt blood pulsing through his dick as it started sprouting to its full six ridged inches.

“Oh my fucking god...” Blake bellowed as he busted up laughing. “You're STILL getting turned on by me!? Even as I’m about to crush your balls!?”

He couldn’t contain his chuckling as he took in the bizarre sight. He kept applying more pressure to Jacob’s tender orbs; the nut flesh bulged out between Blake’s toes in discolored bubbles. He ground his left foot on Jacob’s face, feeling his teeth scrape against the bottom of his sweaty foot as Jacob screamed in pain.

Sam, who had been in Talia’s room, heard Jacob scream his name and the loud commotion of the door breaking that echoed throughout the house. Talia had finally passed out after drunkenly venting to him about boys for close to an hour.

Sam rushed out of her bedroom down the long hall; he crossed the large upstairs landing and darted towards the hallway on the west side of the house. He quickly ran towards the sound of struggling and screaming that traveled through the house.

The sight he saw was unbelievable—Jacob’s depantsed body was sprawled on his back, laying on Blake’s broken bedroom door. His cousin, wearing nothing but his skimpy, tight American flag underwear, was stepping on Jacob’s naked balls with one foot and his face with the other. Jacob was squirming and moaning in pain.

Sam knew his best friend was in danger, and he had to act quick. His eyes locked on his bent-over cousin's beefy ass and the massive bulge that hung low between his spread muscular thighs. It vulnerably swayed back and forth, the massive testicles inside clearly outlined in the thin pouch fabric. Sam ran towards the hunk and reached underneath his bubble butt, grabbing a large plump orb in each hand through the bulging underwear. He squeezed hard while yanking back. The impressive bloated nut meat distorted and compressed as Sam treated them like stress balls.

A piercing shriek tore through the air as Blake’s mouth shot open and his eyes clenched shut. The sudden backwards jerk of Blake’s underwear-covered balls caused his long and thick 7-inch soft dick to bounce out of his underwear and obscenely flop around as Blake tried to reach back for Sam.

Jacob clutched his squished balls, taking a moment to recover as Sam had burly Blake held captive by his testosterone tanks.

He quickly got up and grabbed for the older boy’s long, floppy cock. The thick, meaty dick felt soft and plump in Jacob’s sweaty grip. He wrapped both hands around Blake’s long, fat shaft and yanked back. Sam was simultaneously stretching Blake’s low-hanging bull balls the other direction. The boys were practically in a game of tug-of-war with the hunk’s manhood.

Blake was in a whirlwind of pain as his dick and balls were being pulled in different directions from his body.

“Fuuuuuucccckkk!” Blake screamed in pain so loudly it hurt the boy’s ears.

Blake continued making loud noises. The sound was a mixture of pain and struggling grunts as he reached his right arm back to grab Sam’s wrists and his left arm forward to grab Jacob’s. The bulging muscle hunk was attempting to pull the boys towards him to relieve the stretching of his manhood. Both boys kept a firm and tight grip as they tried to keep their bodies as far away from Blake's reaching arms as possible while still clutching onto his large appendages.

Jacob could feel the long dick sliding out of his sweaty grip as he pulled. He kept repositioning a clenched palm closer to the base of Blake’s thick meat, alternating hands to be careful not to lose his hold as he pulled. Sam kept kneading and stretching the massive egg-shaped meatballs that filled each hand. Even though it wasn’t his first time touching Blake’s impressive balls, he couldn't help but admire and get turned on by their densely plump yet squishy feeling. They felt huge and strong, but they were fragile at the same time.

Blake’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head as he was overwhelmed by the feeling in his neither regions—Jacob, continuing to readjust his sliding hands on Blake’s dick, Sam roughly rubbing and kneaded the hunks huge balls. It was creating a painful but erotic feeling for the tortured stud. Blake’s cock slowly started to become engorged as blood pumped to it; the long, massive dick began to grow and plump up even bigger in Jacob’s moist, slippery hands. Sam continued kneading the plump balls like dough, pushing his thumbs deep into the meaty tissue and rolling them around in his tight grip.

Jacob was stunned as he felt Blake’s already huge cock start to grow and throb in his tight grip. He looked up at the studs conflicted chiseled features, seeing him closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide in gasps. His struggling seemed to get weaker as he tried to fight his body's response to the feeling of the younger boy’s hands manhandling his meat. Blake’s handsome masculine face looked so sexy as he was trying his best not to be turned on!

Sam recognized Blake’s moaning take on a sudden pleasurable sound. He could feel Blake’s big cum-filled balls churning and trying to pull towards the hunk’s body as he kept rubbing them, now in a tender way, as he kept his firm grip on them. He could see beads of sweat forming on his cousin's lower back, a clear sign he was slowly losing control of his body.

Jacob kept letting his slippery palms slide up Blake’s ridged shaft at a quicker pace. It literally felt like he was milking the big stretching piece of meat! Precum started to ooze out of the big boys fat mushroom-headed cock.

“You’re liking this, huh? Big boy Blake,” said Jacob; he couldn’t help but mock the sexually frustrated bully.

“Shhhu... uuuuh” Blake tried to respond, but he kept moaning and breathing harder instead. He stared towards the ceiling, his head clouded with confused thoughts as he was failing to hold himself together.

Blake’s body started to involuntarily shutter, and the muscles in his neck tightened. He held his breath and clenched his eyes shut, unable to believe what was about to happen.

Sam gave his cousin’s bloated balls a firm and tight squeeze, feeling the large, dense orbs compress in his strong hands. Jacob pulled on Blake’s huge banana-shaped dick, feeling it throb and convulse in his damp hands as they slid up the length of the shaft. Blake let out a loud, agonizing, pleasure-filled moan as ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing dick and into Jacob’s face. Sam squeezed the trapped and draining balls with all his might, causing Blake to let out a high-pitched squeal as globs of cum continued to shoot out of his fat dickhead.

Sam continued squeezing Blake’s balls until the stud fell to his knees and collapsed on the hallway floor, unconscious. The pain and pleasure were too much for the drained hunk to handle.

Jacob used his shirt to wipe the unbelievably large amounts of cum off his face. The boys couldn’t help but be turned on by the experience, but they weren’t finished. They worked together to drag Blake’s hulking, limp body to his bed. They stripped the large male of his stretched-out underwear. They then used his various belts to fasten his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the footboard. He was bound down in a large X shape across the surface of his king-sized bed.

Jacob stood at the footboard looking at their handy work, wishing they could keep him as a bound sex slave forever. He looked at the older boys large, sexy bare feet, admiring how perfect they looked. He started to get himself riled up as he reflected on their scent and taste. He couldn’t help himself; he lowered his face down and took in their ripe scent one last time. They smelled amazing. Blake was obviously hygienic and took very good care of himself, but his active masculine feet created the most erotic salty and tangy musk scent after marinating in his warm boots all day. Jacob stuck his tongue out against the sole of the unconscious boy's foot. His tongue licked from Blake’s heel up to his long, sweaty toes. He shuttered as the salty, tangy flavor filled his mouth.

Sam had to look away, his face slightly disgusted. “I don’t think I will ever understand that... no offense... Did you get enough toe jam to get you by?” Sam tried to sound serious and hold back his laughter as he asked the question.

Jacob glared at his best friend, “No offense taken. I had a rough night and deserve to let loose. You took forever to help me, I was almost killed!” Jacob said, unable to help but smile and laugh as he realized how lucky he had gotten.

Sam busted out laughing, “WE talked about waiting to bust him after he passed out drunk. Whatever YOU got yourself into was NOT part of the plan!” He reminded Jacob as he looked at his bound cousin’s naked body. His balls being slightly swollen made the huge, sore-looking orbs appear to be even bigger.

The two boys started to panic as they realized that they were going to have to do something when Blake woke up. They’d have to make sure he wasn’t going to attack once he was untied.

The curly-headed blonde slowly stirred awake, his bright green eyes looking around, realizing that he was bound naked to his bed. He pulled hard at the restraints fastened to his arms, causing his huge biceps to pump and flex as he tried to break free. His soft, thick, long dick flopped around, and his massive, swollen man-eggs bounced from side to side in their low-hanging, clean shaven pouch as the stud thrashed around. Sam and Jacob watched quietly, turned on by the sight of the muscular hunk struggle. He really did look like a Greek god, completely perfect other than his personality.

Blake realized he wasn’t alone. “Sammy, what’s wrong with you? We’ve grown up together; I’ve known you your whole life, and now you’re getting roped into this gay fetish stuff too!?” Blake had a look of disappointment and betrayal in his eyes.

Sam sighed and closed his eyes to think before speaking. “No one here is GAY Blake.” Sam looked over at Jacob and then decided he was done with the charade. “OK, fine. I’m bisexual. Always have been. Jacob DOES have a foot fetish, as you found out; but dude, you don’t need to treat people like shit for being who they are.”

Sam could feel himself getting angry as he spoke, “You’d think a self-absorbed person like yourself would be flattered that someone like Jacob is fascinated with something as stupid and smelly as your old sweaty boots.” He glared at his cousin, “You crossed a line and got carried away, forcing us to take you down. No one even tried to cause you to blow a load; you did that all on your own, buddy.” Sam practically spat out.

Blake suddenly felt humiliated, remembering that he shot strings of cum directly onto the boy’s face. He reflected on his somewhat unusual method of confronting Jacob earlier in the night.

Blake had a genuine look in his eyes as he turned his head to Jacob. “You’re right, Sammy; I’m sorry, Jay. I’m sorry I hurt you and scared you. That wasn’t cool, and I deserved what I got.” Blake said in his calm, deep, rich voice before letting out a sigh, “So what happens now?” He asked while glancing over at his restraints.

Sam unfolded his arms and went over to reach for his cousin's bound wrist.

Jacob was quickly snapped out of his reflection of Blake’s apology, “WHOA! Wait Sam!” He spouted. “Blake has attacked me twice tonight! The second time was RIGHT after he apologized and called a truce!” Jacob said, looking terrified as he spoke.

Blake closed his eyes, realizing that he didn’t have the best track record so far. He slowly nodded his head while thinking and staring straight ahead at the wall. “So, what would make you feel more comfortable, Jake?” He asked in a low, calm voice.

Jacob got a smirk on his face as he took his phone out and opened his camera. “I need pictures of you that you’d never want anyone to see. As long as you play nice, they never will be seen.” Jacob tried not to sound too excited as he spoke.

Blake chuckled in disbelief and threw his head back while looking at the ceiling. “So you want to suck my dick or something on camera to blackmail me?” Blake sarcastically paraphrased in an unhappy tone.

Sam sighed, “Dude, no one wants to suck your dic..” He didn’t get out the full sentence before Jacob interrupted him.

“YES! A video of that will help me trust you.” Jacob said, getting turned on by Blake’s idea.

Blake’s head shot back up; he wasn’t being literal when he asked. He realized that he was completely screwed now. “Jeeeeesus…” he groaned before letting out a chuckle and shaking his head in disbelief. “WHATEVER… let’s just get this over with and move on.” He rumbled in a miserable tone.

Jacob looked like a little kid on Christmas as he quickly handed his phone to Sam and climbed up between the hunks spread legs.

Blake was breathing heavily, starting to get nervous as the idea was starting to get put into motion. “Jay, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to get hard... I don’t think this is going to work. How about you just take nude pictures of me? Then you can feel safe, and we can all just move on.” Blake tried to calmly plead.

Sam reminded Blake that he purposely leaked his own nude photos in high school to flaunt his body in an attempt to pick up girls. Blake knew he was completely fucked and decided it was going to be faster to just comply with whatever the boys wanted. He was worn out and sore and just wanted to be unbound.

Jacob got off the bed to grab a bandanna from Blake’s dresser. He climbed back on top of the hunk to blindfold him; his knee roughly bumped his bulging nuts by accident. Blake let out a high-pitched squeal as he felt Jacob’s hard knee make contact with his large, tender orbs. Jacob apologized and quickly blindfolded the sexy blonde country stud and moved back down between his massive thighs.

Blake was breathing heavily, trying to pretend what was going on wasn’t his reality, while he was temporarily only able to see darkness.

Jacob slowly rubbed Blake’s thighs with one hand and massaged his swollen nuts with the other. The meaty oblong orbs felt so plump and massive in Jacob’s hands. He felt the urge to squeeze the nut meat but wanted to get Blake turned on first before he got rough with his sore plumbs. Blake couldn’t help but moan in genuine pleasure as Jacob scooped up one of his big meatballs and started to suck on it while playing with the studs huge soft dick. The massive nut tasted like salty sweat as Jacob used his tongue to apply a little pressure while sucking. Blood quickly started to rush to Blake’s dick and caused it to inflate like a balloon in Jacob’s hand.

Sam propping the recording phone on Blake’s dresser, angling it toward the bed. He quietly snuck over to join the fun, not being able to just sit back and watch. Jacob let go of Blake’s long throbbing dick and let Sam anonymously take over stroking. Jacob slid his hands up Blake's chiseled abs to his meaty pecs as Sam quickened the pace of his stroking. Jacob was so turned on he wasn’t even thinking as he let his desires take over. He started kissing and sucking on Blake’s neck, and the straight stud gasped and moaned uncontrollably.

Sam started rolling Blake’s balls around, using his palm to massage them as he stroked his engorged dick.

Jacob continued sucking and lightly nibbling on Blake’s neck. The bound stud was completely in his own fantasy land by this point; he had blocked out what was really going on and let his arousal completely take over. Unexpectedly, Blake turned his blindfolded face towards Jacob and locked lips with the boy. He nibbled Jacob’s lips as he passionately started making out with him. Sticking his tongue in the younger boy’s mouth. Jacob was shocked but more than happy to go along with it. He never had made out with a guy, and the fact it was the masculine Blake made it feel like a once in a lifetime opportunity for him. Jacob could feel the stubble of the older boy’s short facial hair as Blake gently nibbled and sucked on his lower lip.

Blake breathed hard, taking a breath to whisper “I’m getting close” in Jacob’s ear. Before his mouth kissed Jacob’s cheek, making its way back to his lips.

Sam was caught off guard by the sight of his straight cousin passionately making out with his best friend. He tried not to feel jealous, but he couldn’t help it. Blake was just THAT type of guy—one that could beat someone up and treat them like shit and they would still happily blow him and make out with him. He kept pumping Blake’s massive cock and roughly kneading his huge churning balls as he watched the two. Jealousy slowly forming inside him. Sam had to accept that he’d never have the same sex appeal as his older cousin. The guy was blessed in every way.

Blake started moaning louder and thrusting his hips while Sam jacked him off. He was making out with Jacob more aggressively as all his muscles started tensing up. Sam started using both his hands to pump Blake’s long throbbing dick as he sat up straight on his knees between the older boys muscular thighs. He quickly noticed that Blake’s huge low-hanging plump balls were now bouncing around wildly with the pumping and Blake’s thrusting. They made moist thwacking sounds as they bounced around from the mattress, Sam’s wrists, and Blake’s huge thighs.

Sam stared at the huge, obscenely bouncing orbs as he kept pumping. He glanced up and saw Blake and Jacob continuing to make out as Blake moaned and breathed louder. Sam could tell the country stud was going to blow any second. He slowly raised his knee while keeping his hands pumping at a fast pace. As Blake’s massive man-eggs hit the mattress, Sam slammed his knee down, pinning the churning orbs between his knee and the mattress.

“AAAAAH OOOOH!” Blake shrieked as his sweaty body started shuttering uncontrollably. Sam could feel the large meaty orbs compress under his knee as he applied more of his weight and pumped faster. Blake’s dick throbbing and started spraying ropes of cum in the air as Sam continued to grind his knee into the fat bullocks pinned below it. Blake screamed in pain and pleasure as the last few globs were pumped out.

Sam lifted his knee, letting Blake’s drained balls recover and pull up towards the heavily breathing studs body.

Jacob felt kind of bad that Sam went so hard on Blake. He carefully reached up and started releasing Blake’s bound wrists. Sam got off the bed and stopped the recording phone. Blake started quietly rubbing his balls as Jacob made his way down to free his ankles from the belts holding them to the footboard.

“I’m going to get you some ice and aspirin, man.” Sam said quietly as he turned to leave the room and head downstairs.

Jacob sat on the bed next to the muscular tan country boy in awkward silence. “Are you going to be ok?” Jacob asked, looking over at Blake’s face, trying to read him.

Blake chucked, “My balls hurt, I just made out with a dude, and now I’m covered in my own cum,” he let out a sigh of disbelief and put his hands behind his head.

Blake’s face looked deep in thought. “That surprisingly was a really good orgasm, though…. I’m gonna to be ok… I really am sorry for the way I treated you, Jacob.” Blake said before glancing over at the younger boy.

Jacob grinned, “You more than made up for it, man. Don’t worry about it… I’m glad you had a good orgasm, it looked awesome.” Jacob said as he glanced at the cum on Blake’s abs.

Blake stared down at the mess and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I should probably get cleaned up I guess.”

Jacob put his hand on Blake’s arm to stop him. “Would you be ok if I cleaned you up?” Jacob asked softly.

Blake’s piercing green eyes stared deep into Jacob’s soft hazel eyes as he gave a nervous but consenting nod. Jacob slowly bent over Blake’s abdomen and started licking up the large amounts of cum. He followed the trails and puddles of spunk up to Blake’s pecs. Talking in and swallowing the salty flavor. He looked up into Blake’s eyes while licking the cum off his lips and chin.

Blake was frozen stiff and breathing quick, short breaths as he stared back at Jacob. He suddenly reached and grabbed Jacob by the back of the head and pulled him in, kissing him on the lips.

Blake wasn’t sure what he felt anymore. He didn’t know if he loved Jacob or if he loved that Jacob was in love with him. The only thing he did know is that night of worship, pleasure, and pain had opened a new door for the big stud.

The End

This is the first part of a third story in a series. The previous story to this one: “Blake’s Prank From Hell…. Taking Down The Bull”

This story contains gay foot fetish, a request written for a longtime fan and friend

Blake’s Party From Hell…. Obsessed: Blake Confronts Jacob

Blake's parents had always spoiled him, and he was more than happy to take advantage of their generosity. When they told him they were going on an anniversary trip to Hawaii, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to throw the wildest house party their prestigious neighborhood had ever seen.

The night air was electric with excitement as Jacob and Sam arrived at Sterling’s enormous upscale house at the top of a hill. Music pulsed from within, strobe lights flickered, and dozens of frat and sorority house members mingled on the expansive lawn.

As Jacob and Sam entered, they were greeted by the sight of Blake himself—a tall, muscular Adonis with curly locks of sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He wore nothing but tight Lycra American flag boxer briefs that left little to the imagination, cowboy boots, and a Budweiser box sculpted into a cowboy hat atop his head. His prominent and obscenely bouncing bulge was on full display, his hair was disheveled, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he danced and laughed with his friends. The girls screamed, and the guys cheered as Blake thrust his hips and pumped his fists to “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO blasting on the house surround sound system. The 22-year-old country heartthrob was throwing the party of the year, and he was the life of the party.

Sam, Blake's cousin, and Jacob, Sam's friend, had come to the party together. Sam was tall with a trim body, but Jacob was different. He had dark brown hair, a short stature, and an athletic build. He also had a male foot gear fetish and, like Sam, a love for ballbusting. The two boys frequently bonded over their past memories of fondling and getting rough with Blake’s large balls, always while the hunk was in a drunk and almost comatose state. The muscular country boy seemed to get himself into vulnerable situations frequently. His heavy drinking always caused him to be unable to clearly piece together the events the following day.

As the night wore on, Jacob couldn't keep his eyes off Blake. He was mesmerized by the hunk's muscular tan body and sexy underwear. His heart was pounding at the sight of the sexy stud. He had always had a foot fetish, and Blake's well-worn boots and sculpted body were driving him wild. Jacob's palms felt sweaty as he reached for a beer, trying to play it cool in front of his friend Sam.

The night went on in a blur of drinking, dancing, and hookups. The house grew stuffy with the press of sweaty bodies. At one point, Sam had to help Talia, Blake's glamorous sister, who had overindulged and was puking in the bathroom. They stumbled up to her bedroom as he helped her to lie down and sleep it off.

With the party winding down and all the college kids leaving, Jacob made his way to find an unoccupied bathroom. Tired and semi-drunk, he took a wrong turn and found himself in an empty upstairs bedroom.

As his eyes adjusted, he realized it was Blake's bedroom. Posters of sexy models on cars and male Country stars adorned the walls of the large room. A huge American flag blanket draped the comforter of the king-size bed. The room smelled like the sexy older boy—musk, cologne, and a faint hint of sweat.

Against the wall sat Blake's collection of several pairs of shoes and different styles of boots that were lined up. Jacob’s eyes landed on the stud’s footwear; the spicy musk of male sweat called to him. Unable to resist, he sank to his knees before the enticing footwear. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his back as he lifted one of the cowboy boots to his nose and inhaled deeply. One by one, he lifted the boots and athletic shoes. Inhaling the heady, masculine scent deeply. His eyes closed as the earthy, salt-tinged aroma engulfed him, hardening his cock. Fuck, Blake's boots smelled even better than he'd remembered—like warm leather and the faintest hint of foot sweat. Jacob pressed his face into the boot and breathed in, getting high off the smell. He couldn't help but palm his hardening cock through his jeans as he switched to sniff the other boot.

Jacob didn't hear the floorboards creak behind him. Suddenly, a deep voice spoke.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

Jacob nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Blake standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Blake was still wearing his signature rugged cowboy boots; he was back to being dressed in his form-fitting wranglers and a tight black shirt that he had on prior to dancing earlier. He looked like a beautiful country model, with his blonde curly locks slightly matted and masculine chiseled features highlighted with the stubble of shortly trimmed facial hair on his smooth tan complexion. His green eyes zeroed in on Jacob, his gaze laser sharp. The older boy looked amused but also dangerous.

"I... I was just..." Jacob stammered, his face burning with embarrassment and shame. He still had Blake's boot clutched in his hand.

Blake casually strode into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed next to where Jacob was sitting on the floor. He looked down at Jacob through his long lashes. "I think you know exactly what you were doing, Jakey-boy. Question is, Why?"

Jacob swallowed hard. Up close like this, Blake was even more intimidating. He was on eye level with the older boy's heavy package. He couldn’t help but stare at it straining against the crotch of his tight jeans, his dick and balls creating a meaty moose-knuckle, the bulge of his massive cock clearly defined. Jacob's mouth went dry.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I don't know what came over me. I just... I came in here by mistake, and I’ve been drinking; I was just curious."

Blake bent over and put his finger over Jacob’s lips to silence him. "That’s enough. I see you, Jake. Don’t try to hide yourself from me at this point." Blake demanded in his calm but rich baritone voice.

He uncrossed his arms and leaned back on his hands, flexing his muscles and slightly raising his right leg. "Take off my boot," Blake commanded. "And the sock."

Jacob hesitated, but the look in Blake's piercing green eyes told him this wasn't a request. Slowly, he kneeled down in front of the older boy and reached for his boot. He could see the faint sweat stains that lined the leather where it connected to the sole of the boot as he slowly pulled it off; he couldn't resist taking a deep sniff of the warm leather mixed with the hunk's sweaty foot scent that escaped the confinement of the hot boot. It smelled even better and was sexier, fresh off the source. Blake's foot was packed tight into a long, worn white athletic sock that clung to his sole like a second skin.

"Keep going," Blake said, his voice low and commanding.

With trembling hands, Jacob peeled off the sweat-damp sock, revealing his perfectly sculpted foot. The ripe musky scent wafted up, making Jacob weak. The older boy had nice feet—high arches, long, beautifully shaped toes, smooth skin with the perfect amount of hair, neatly trimmed toenails. Jacob felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

Blake watched him with an unreadable expression as Jacob held his foot. "You’re shaking, big guy... but you like this, don't you?"

"Rub it," Blake said while keeping eye contact. "Don’t pretend like you don’t want to," he said in a calm but serious voice.

Jacob's hands shook as he took Blake's large foot in both hands and slowly massaged the soft, warm flesh. Blake groaned at the touch, his eyes never leaving Jacob's. “You really are good with your hands, even when you’re nervous.”

Jacob said nothing; he just kept massaging the older boy's foot. He couldn't believe this was happening. Blake's foot was so warm and firm in his hands. He wanted to worship every inch of it. Jacob felt his face flush, his cock strained against his fly as he rubbed the foot of the sexy stud.

"You're hard, aren't you?" Blake said, nudging his other boot-covered foot at the obvious bulge in Jacob's pants. "Getting off on rubbing my foot."

"Yes," Jacob admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're just so... God, your feet smell so good. Blake, I swear I’m not gay; please don’t tell anyone."

"I've seen you staring all night, Jay," Blake rumbled. "You can't keep your eyes off me, can you? Off my body, my boots?" His voice lowered to a seductive growl as he slowly stood up and removed his shirt, exposing his large, meaty pecs and chiseled abs. He started to unbuckle the belt from his pants with Jacob still on his knees in front of him.

“Stand up and give me your hand.” Blake demanded. Jacob nervously stood up in front of the older boy whose hulking frame towered above him; he wasn’t even eye level to Blake’s large muscular pecks. He could smell Blake’s musky cologne and deodorant mixed with the faint scent of sweat from the night. Blake unzipped his straining fly and pushed his wangler jeans to the floor. Kicking off his remaining boot, slipping off his sock and then sliding his pants to the side with his foot. Jacob stared down at his massive and defined bulges in the tight American Flag boxer briefs. The tight, moist Lycra clung to Blake’s large egg-shaped nuts that bulged out on either side of the long, thick cock that draped over the orbs.

Blake took Jacob’s right hand and placed it over his sweaty crotch, covered in the skimpy underwear. He then grabbed Jacob’s left hand and pulled it around behind him, placing it on his muscular butt cheek. “So this does nothing for you? It’s all just warm underwear-covered meat." Blake asked; his words almost came out as hiss. Jacob gasped and could hardly contain himself. He felt like he was going to blow a load in his pants right on the spot. Blake’s eyes lit up, and a smirk grew on his face as he watched Jacob struggle to keep it together.

Jacob couldn’t help but fondle the warm bulge in his hand. He explored Blake’s massive nuts individually through the thin fabric of the underwear. Each nut was a perfectly large egg shape; they felt soft but dense when a little pressure was applied. It was hard to get a good hold of both the impressive orbs in one hand. Jacob was turned on by the feeling of them moving around in their large soft sac anytime he tightened his grip. He raised his hand to rub Blake’s long, fat dick, tracing the plump mushroom head with his finger before resting his hand on top of the perfectly huge piece of meat. His left hand rubbed and squeezed Blake’s thick muscular asscheek, feeling how strong and firm it felt in his hand.

Blake stared down at the boy quietly with a faint smirk on his face. Jacob couldn't help but notice Blake’s plump dick stayed soft the entire time he fondled the larger male. The straight stud played the part of a strapping queer-baiting hunk perfectly. Even though Jacob could see and feel that the sexual tension wasn’t mutual, he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of Blake’s teasing.

Jacob eagerly reached down and went back to fondling Blake’s plump gonads in his overfilled palm. He applied pressure to his huge left nut, causing the oversized orb to shoot out of his fingertips in their Lycra-covered ball sac. Jacob quickly looked up and saw Blake’s eyes close as he winced in discomfort.

Blake’s piercing green eyes shot open as he stared deeply into Jacob’s Hazel eyes. Blake reached out his right hand and firmly placed it on the side of Jacob’s face, leaning in closely, almost as if going in for a kiss. Their lips were only a couple of inches apart as Blake softly spoke; his minty breath had a faint lingering scent of alcohol to it. "You know... you’re so much more gentle with my manhood now that I’m not practically unconscious.” Blake said in a cool tone, making Jacob’s blood run cold as it dawned on him that Blake remembered more about the previous drunken ballbusting torture than he and Sam had thought. Blake’s green eyes had a darkness to them as his smirk faded and his face appeared angry.

Blake abruptly lifted his knee into Jacob’s tented crotch, slamming the horny boy’s balls into his pelvis with a sickening thud. Jacob crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain and clutching his balls as he realized he was in trouble. Blake stared down at the boy as he circled around him.

“What’s wrong, big guy? I thought you were into this type of shit.” Blake calmly said in his still cool tone as he kneeled down beside Jacob. “You like to dish it, but you can’t take it?” Anger seeped through his words as he spoke.

Blake straddle Jacob’s upper chest, his beefy muscular legs pinning the boy’s arms to his side. Jacob could feel the heavy, muscular butt cheeks compress his chest down as he struggled to breathe. Blake’s obscenely large and protruding bulge smashed against the boy's chin, causing the sexy, musty scent of salty sweat and testosterone from the large male’s Lycra-clad crotch to fill Jacob’s nostrils. Jacob would have been in heaven if he didn’t feel like his life was on the line.

The hulking older boy reached back and grabbed a fistful of Jacob’s crotch through his jeans, causing a shriek to escape from the boy's mouth. “Is this too intense for you, Mr. Jacob?" Blake asked, his now scary-looking green eyes glaring down on Jacob’s terrified face.

Blake roughly kneaded and squeezed the boy's package in his hand. “So this is what the puppy’s packing? Not too bad, but I see why my big boy dick and balls might make you feel a bit envious.” Blake squeezed tighter as he practically spat his words at Jacob’s face.

Jacob could barely speak as he felt like his balls were going to implode in Blake’s unforgiving grip. “Blake! Please stop. I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I think... I think I’m in love with you.” Jacob managed to choke out with watery eyes.

Blake abruptly let go and moved his right hand to grab a fist full of Jacob’s hair as he looked down into the boy’s eyes with a confused and pissed look on his handsome face.

"In LOVE WITH ME!?” Blake raised his voice, bellowing out. “Is that your twisted, fucked-up way of loving someone!?” Blake yelled; his tone jolted Jacob out of his internal reflection as he was frozen in silence.

Blake’s voice was a loud mixture of bitter anger and shocked disbelief at what he was hearing from the scared boy.

“You’re more stupid and FUCKED UP than I thought.” Blake spit out as he shoved Jacob’s head before reaching back again, this time snaking his large hand down the front of Jacob’s pants, grabbing the boy’s average-sized but plump cum-filled nuts in his strong, tight grip as he pulled up.

Jacob let out a pain-filled scream as his balls were back to being manhandled by Blake’s strong hand.

“I’m surprised this isn’t turning your perverted little body on! Not the right mixture of my feet and balls or something?” Blake spoke in a seductive but creepy tone as he looked around.

He reached over and grabbed his recently discarded boot. He held it by the heel as he placed the leather shaft of the warm sweaty boot over Jacob’s eyes and heavily breathing nose. Blake's oversized underwear-wrapped cock and balls still smashed against the younger boy's chin and mouth.

Jacob’s senses were once again flooded with the overwhelming erotic scent of the boys warm, sweaty foot scent mixed with worn-out leather. All he could see was the interior darkness of the boot as he deeply breathed the suffocating aroma. Blake flexed his large hand that engulfed the boy’s sensitive churning nuts. Jacob’s dick throbbed and stiffened in response to the sensation of Blake’s heavy bullball-packed underwear pouch, plumply resting on his lips, and the masculine sweaty scent of the hunk's boot. Blake continued to knead his balls. Fear of the unknown was the only thing that prevented Jacob from being in a completely perfect fantasy heaven.

“There we go, big guy. Don’t hold out on me; take it all in.” Blake calmly and seductively purred, completely fascinated with how easily his own masculine musk could flip a switch and easily turn on the kinky, smaller boy.

Blake had always thrived off any type of lustful attention. This, however, was new to the beautifully blessed hunk as he felt Jacob’s body quiver below him.

“I ought to turn your balls to mush; wouldn’t that be an ironic twist? Your own freaky sexual desires causing an end to your pathetic manhood?” Blake threatened in a low voice as he squeezed tighter and slowly stretched Jacob’s balls further from his body.

Jacob howled in pain as the furious Blake amplified his assault on his delicate young balls. Jacob was legitimately in fear that he was going to be castrated by the strong hunk as he tried to buck from under the bulky boy’s frame. Blake just grinned as he watched Jacob attempt to thrash around and struggle as he applied more pressure and pulled harder. Blake could feel the boy’s nut meat bulging out between his strong fingers. Jacob didn’t stand a chance in this uneven fight.

Jacob realized he was going to have to give it his all if he was going to keep his balls intact. His arms were completely pinned to his sides by Blake’s thick legs; he could hardly move along with not being able to see a thing. Blake’s warm and strong-smelling boot was still covering his eyes and nose. His attention focused on the feeling of Blake’s ample balls that were still jutting against his chin and lips. Rubbing side to side as he bucked and squirmed under Blake’s weight.

Jacob opened his mouth as wide as he could, letting the massive organs that rested in the bottom of the sweaty underwear pouch slightly fall into his mouth. They tasted so good through the thin Lycra that encased their salty and tangy oblong mass. Jacob sucked as hard as he could while pushing his face forward, making sure he got a good mouthful as his tastebuds were flooded with the taste of Blake’s delicious ball sweat. They simply couldn’t both fit snuggly in his mouth, so Jacob went for the massive plump right nut that seemed to be most engulfed by his wide open jaws.

Blake looked down in shock and disbelief as he felt his large balls suddenly become warm and moist as Jacob’s mouth burrowed deep into his crotch. The sexy stud of a bully realized what was about to happen.

Jacob chomped down on Blake’s huge sperm tank hard. Causing Blake to drop the boot he had been holding in place. Jacob could feel the dense, meaty nut compress and squish around in his mouth as his jaw clamped down tightly and he pulled his head back. The taste of Blake’s soaked underwear coated his mouth and throat as he swallowed the hunks fresh savory sweat while bucking even harder. It felt so huge and dense in his crowded mouth!

Blake let out a soprano scream as his precious gonad was squished by Jacob’s strong mouth. He instinctively braced his hands above the sides of Jacob’s head and tried to pull his prized sexual organs from the feisty and dangerous mouth that continued to chomp down. Jacob kept the tortured orb firmly in his mouth as Blake frantically tried to pull away, stretching his low hanging scrotum and pulling his underwear with it. Blake’s long, fat dick plopped out from his waistband on top of Jacob’s nose, stretching across his eyes and resting along his forehead into his hair as he struggled. Jacob instinctively inhaled deeply as the bigger boy's heavy slab of meat jiggled around on his face like a wrinkly hose. The musk from his plump cock and the feeling of its weight flopping around gave Jacob a full hard-on.

Blake screamed in anguish. “Jesus Christ, you fucking fag! Let go of my balls! FUCK!” As he threw his head back.

Jacob finally felt like he was possibly getting an upper hand in this brawl! Blake squeezed his thighs together, squeezing Jacob’s head, and was ready to slam his fist down on the boys face. Jacob braced for impact and chomped down harder on Blake’s large, meaty globe compressed in his mouth.

“AAAAH! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god!” Blake wailed, stopping mid-swing as his large nut was squished even more flat.

Blake’s demeanor changed, and he gently put his large hands on the sides of Jacob’s face and leaned down. The handsome heartthrob had moist eyes, and his face was twisted in pain.

“Jacob please…. You’re going to crush my nut! Please let me go. I’m sorry I got upset, buddy. I’m stupid sometimes. Please, just quit biting me!" Blake pleaded as he looked into Jacob’s eyes.

Jacob couldn’t help but have pity. Seeing the handsome boy's perfect face in so much pain and his beautiful green eyes on the verge of shedding tears stung Jacob’s heart. He LOVED Blake’s balls and would never want to actually destroy them. They were the biggest set of perfectly plump balls Jacob had ever seen.

Jacob slowly opened his mouth, freeing the hung studs massive, swollen gonad. Blake gasped in relief, clutching his plump balls as he tucked his huge dick away. He raised his thick leg to get off the boy's slender body. Jacob took a minute to catch his breath and check his own balls. Blake sat on his knees, hunched over, nursing his oversized, tender manhood.

Jacob glanced over at Blake and caught the heavily breathing muscular stud gritting his teeth and glaring up at him. His piercing green eyes even darker and scarier than before, and his upper body muscles tense and bulging.

“You’re fucking dead.” He said through his pearly white clenched teeth.

(CONTINUED IN PART 2)