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

Hi everyone. Part III.

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

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

Contains: BB && CB && non-con

link to part II

Stars

--pt III--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was so close...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUMP

"Ohhwww!..."

"Better start workin it, boy!"

THUMP

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

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

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

THUMP

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

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

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

"Three... Four..."

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

"Five!"

THWACK THWACK

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

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

"Four--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHACK WHACK WHACK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-ck-ck

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

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

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

to be continued...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes what?"

"Yes... ma'am?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh...yes..."

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

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

"I'm sorry what?"

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

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

She smacked my thigh again.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy. You'll learn quickly."

What the hell was happening?

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

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

Smack! Right on my hard cock.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

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

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yesss, Ma'am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say you like it."  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So it’s my first post here , I am ami 24 year old dom . I have been in relationship with this guy for around 2 years now and we have discovered out that we love dom sub thing in bed . My boyfriend loves to be sub in bed like he loves ballbusting , sounding , pegging and all for be done with him but not in real life . I have discovered out this community where I can talk to people like us . I need to ask out how to make things limited to bed and how to this kink as we are totally new and just doing 2 month back . I need suggestion upon what we can do ? How to increase the intensity and the different types of thing ( activies to make it more interesting)

Ps . What I do is I just make him blind folded and squeeze his balls and some light punching and some times pegging ( not with Dildos ) I dot know how to do new things apart from it

Can someone suggest new idea as if what to do with balls and with him , how to behave in between sub dom time , and what new things I can do apart from what have mentioned .

Anyone who can help can message me as well

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mery felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection growing even more rigid against her stomach. "Oh, Adam," she laughed, "your candy cane is so hard. It's like it's trying to poke its way through the fabric of my dress. You're just like a little boy with a new toy, aren't you? But we're not here to play with candy canes. We're here to learn a lesson."

Her grip on his head tightened as she whispered. "Now, let's move on to 'Deck the Balls'." Before he could react, she swung her leg up, her knee connecting with his swollen testicles. Adam's muffled scream was smothered by the soft pillows of her breasts.

"Hah, right in the sugar plums," Mery taunted as she held his face in place.

Adam's body writhed, his muffled screams vibrating against her soft flesh as she delivered another knee to his balls. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that had him on the edge of sanity. Yet, the feeling of her breasts against his face, the smell of her skin, and the way she enjoyed his torment was doing something strange to him. Despite the agony, his erection remained firm.

Mery chuckled, her grip on his head never loosening. "You know, Adam, I've seen so many pairs of balls in my time, and they're all so fragile. Like two little Christmas ornaments hanging by a thread. It's quite amusing, really. Men think they're so tough, but in the end, it's always the same. Just a little squeeze or a well-placed kick, and they're begging for mercy." She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing her breasts further into his face.

As she talked, her knee came up again, connecting with his testicles with brutal force. The pain was so intense that Adam's entire body spasmed, his erection bobbing against her stomach. But she didn't stop there. Her knee began to move in a rapid, pulsing motion, slamming into his balls over and over again. The pressure was unbearable, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. Yet, with every hit, his cock remained stubbornly erect, a silent testament to his arousal amidst the torment.

Mery's amusement grew with each muffled scream. The sound of his pain, muffled by her breasts, was music to her ears. She reveled in his agony, feeling his body squirm and jerk with every blow. Her grip on his head tightened, ensuring that he couldn't escape the sweet embrace of her chest, even as his own body fought to protect itself from her knee's merciless assault on his testicles.

With one final, brutal thrust, she delivered a knee to the base of his cock, and Adam's body went limp, save for the iron-hard erection that still pointed at her. She stepped back, allowing him to fall forward, his head crashing against her chest once more.

"Oh, you poor thing," she murmured. "You need a little break?" She reached up and untied the ropes that bound his wrists. He crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll, his knees giving out from under him.

Mery stepped closer as she gazed down at his bruised and swollen testicles. They hung low between his legs, looking like two sad Christmas ornaments that had fallen from their tree. She licked her lips. "Now, it's time to roast your chestnuts, darling," she murmured.

With a swift, powerful stomp of her shiny red stiletto, she brought her foot down on his gonads, the pointed tip digging into the tender flesh of his left orb while her toes flattened his right nut. The pain was so intense that it overwhelmed Adam's senses. His body convulsed and bucked, his legs kicking out wildly as he struggled to escape the crushing weight of her shoe.

The pressure grew until it was unbearable, and with a guttural groan, a jet of cum shot from his cock, painting Mery's shoe and the floor in a display of pure agony. Adam's body spasmed, his legs kicking out involuntarily as the last of his strength drained from him.

"Looks like somebody's cumming to town," Mery quipped, watching with a twisted smile as his cum spurted over her shoe. She ground her stiletto into his testicles, enjoying the way they squished beneath her foot. His erection finally wilted, the head brushing against her ankle as his orgasm subsided while her foot remained firmly planted on his balls.

"Merry Christmas, Adam," she said sweetly, her smile never fading as she delivered one last, firm press before lifting her foot. "Remember this feeling, because if I ever find you on the naughty list again, I won't be so gentle. I'll crush these little ornaments of yours until you're singing 'Silent Night' all year long."

Adam lay there, panting and defeated. "I-I'll be good," he stuttered. "I promise. I'll never be naughty again."

Mery stepped back, her shoe still smeared with his cum. She chuckled darkly. "That's what they all say. But I'll keep an eye on you, Adam. And if you're ever naughty again, you'll be back here faster than Santa can say 'Ho, ho, ho'." She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Now, let's get you home. I've got some more boys to handle before Christmas."

Hi everyone. Part II.
Contains: BB && CB && non-con

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I obv hope some of you enjoy this and hearing that makes me feel good.

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

link to part I

Stars

--pt II--

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ZZZZZzzzziiiPP

The sound of Alan's zipper felt like it made my heart freeze--it was beating in my throat.

"C'mon, big boy, I wanna see what you got for me," she growled as she shoved her gloved hand inside his fly.

I felt my legs quivering; the adrenaline rushing, the nausea starting to dissipate... But, I was scared. I could hear Alan's groans as she probed around inside his pants; the rustling of fabric, the squeaking of latex against skin...

The cop squeezed a swollen nut out through the fly; "Ah-ha! Oh!" she professed--and then a moment of quiet. So quiet out here in the country-night I could hear my heart beat in my ears.

Then I heard more latex and clamped my eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn't happening. More squeezing and rubbing and groaning... I felt my sweat again, this time on my scalp--dripping down the side of my face.

When I opened my eyes again I saw both of his nuts, her hands sizing them up; they were actually my favorite physical thing about him... I love Alan, I really do, and all his parts but... those things did something different to me... and I had never seen them like this...

"Well--Well--Young man... " she paused as she pinched and rolled, patting and shaking his sack, "You... are gifted."

SMACK

"OHHhhhhh..." Alan moaned, biting his lip to try to be quiet.

"I could really do some things to these..." she whispered, "do some... damage..."

"D-DAMAGE??? Ackk!!"

She squeezed his big right ball.

That was enough. I wouldn't let her hurt him like that! I couldn't!! We had just been talking about us, about conceiving--at the festival... and... there was... just no way I'd let her put that at risk!

"HiYAHH!" I belted as I launched my body at her, shoulder-first... but it was like hitting a wall.

She turned to me and shoved me with one hand and I slid. Unable to use my hands to catch myself, my feet slid under my weight and I fell to one knee.

WHAM

I caught the toe of her boot right up the center, crashing into my already battered, little flower.

"Gck!" was all I could get out.

I saw stars for a second, vision basically black, chemicals rushing through my body that I never knew I even had... like electricity. Hot waves of pain radiated from head to toe and I felt a cramping in my lower abdomen. Tears welling in my eyes, I fell forward into a ball.

She picked me back up and leaned me against the car, slouched, my warm butt pressing against the grill. I felt her slide my feet apart with her own.

"You're gonna learn your place, lil Miss--"

WHAM

She swung back and threw a massive uppercut right into my cunt. It felt like a wrecking ball straight up through the searing pain and into my aching belly. Images flashed through my head as my ovaries felt the shockwave, my little fertile organs getting blasted by this wicked dominatrix--dolling out sterility by the dosage.

I couldn't see. It was just black and I couldn't tell if my eyes were open. But, then I felt something... different... it was... soft... I still couldn't see but the first feeling that wasn't pain or terror curled its way up my body.

"Nnghh... hhhh..." I moaned involuntarily.

"That's right... " the officer purred in my ear with hot, wet breaths; "You can be my... good girl, too, mmm?"

I couldn't believe what was happening. My body felt stunned and forfeit to her; she controlled everything I felt. Her pervasive attacks penetrated deeper than just my corpus... my mind was under her thumb.

Then I felt her digits, separating my lower-lips through my leggings just barely, and vibrating.

"Ohh..." I quietly whimpered, again by accident.

My senses wanted to come back but all I knew was pain and pleasure--every sense funneled down into dark kinesthesia. I only knew where I ended and she began.

"Now!" she barked as I snapped out of it and she grabbed my face, "You're gonna be a good little girl and sit here, quietly..."

We stared into each other's eyes in silence for a moment; all I could hear were crickets and Alan's wheezing...

SMACK

She slapped me across the face.

"Mmngh..." I whimpered like a dog.

"You are going to speak when spoken to," she grabbed my hot face again, "and address me as Ma'am, got it?"

"..Yes, Ma'am."

"Good girl."

She stepped back over to Alan and I was completely enraptured. I couldn't even think, let alone move. My heart thumped loudly in my chest... so fast that I could only feel half the beats. My knees trembled and my pussy quivered... my hips bucking in tiny sporadic movements.

"Okay, buster, where were we?" She growled, reaching down to Alan's swollen testicles. He jumped when her glove landed on one of them, "Ah... see... hm... Do they always look like this, sweet girl?" she asked me.

I didn't respond. I was frozen emotionally and physically.

"I ASKED you a question, my little pearl..."

"Uh-uhm..." I looked at his poor balls. They admittedly were always big, but... not this big... his floppy, twin weights looked engorged--almost like two pinkesh-red lemons... "Uhm--no Ma'am I... I think you... beat them... they're swollen..."

"Mhm. And is this one always the bigger one?" she asked, jabbing her index finger into his right nut.

"Uhm--no Ma'am, actually... I don't think so..." I whispered.

"I see..."

PLAP PLAP PLAP PALP

"Yeeooowwwww!! AuugghhhHHHH!" Alan began to yelp.

"Well then, we have some work to do! Ha ha ha" she laughed nearly maniacally, "I like symmetry, young man! Balance and Order!!" she growled.

She balled her hand into a fist and started slamming the side of it down onto his nut.

"Pleaseee! Please! S-s-s-top..."

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

"Oh--come now--you can take a little more, I know you can..." she continued pounding his ball, "I just gotta gettem even!"

I felt my pussy clenching, like I was doing Kegel exercises. When I tried to look away my eyes crossed. I felt drool forming at the edges of my plump lips. I felt...

THUD

"Aug--"

And Alan's voice stopped abruptly. My eyes snapped to her other hand as it grabbed onto his dick. She started rubbing it with her thumb, right under his head was my guess...

"Ohh... n-n-n--" he moaned.

She spread his legs open with her ball-beating hand as she massaged his swelling cock. Then, she scooped his huge nuts up with it and pulled them down--all while groping which turned to stroking through his pants.

She yanked on his plums and reached her spare hand into his fly again--pulling out his now semi-hard cock. I saw his balls bounce as she began thumping them against the hood of the car as he got harder and harder. I could feel my pulse in my cunt now--so hard that it hurt... my bruised labia feeling the moisture on it now... my clitoris buzzing. My mouth fell open.

"Good boy," she purred, now jerking him off entirely, "You know what you're gonna do for me, right?" she asked.

"Guhh... nnghh..." he didn't want to say it.

She slammed her fist down into both balls rapidly, pinning them against the car.

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK

"AGHHGHH!!! Oka-- AH--OKAY!"

"SAY IT!!"

THUNK! THUNK! SQUELCH! THUNK! THUNK!

"AHH!! I'M GONNA CUM FOR YOU!" he cried.

...

"Good boy..."

to be continued...

Recently I had to have inguinal hernia surgery. The doctor said it was one of the worst he'd seen recently and that if I hadn't gotten it repaired, it could have been a real danger.

I was told to take it easy for a week or so, to rest, not do chores or labor, and no sex.

I, as well as my fiancé, Jess, had ignored doctors orders. She had still demanded I did most of the chores as usual.

If I complained about pain, she'd brush it off and say something like, "you can take it" or "you're fine stop crying".

She is a demanding woman, to put it mildly. But she's also very beautiful and sexy, with radiant dark hair and bright blue eyes and a curvy but firm body. I'm totally smitten with her and she knows it. She flaunts the fact that my residence is around her finger.

So, withing 48 hours of being home, my testicles swelled up to the size of two grapefruits and my scrotum, now the size of a melon, turned black.

On my third day post surgery I was on the couch. I couldn't even where pants. I had on underwear that I had cut the front crotch out of and a long nightshirt. This was late fall in a northern state and it had snowed the night before. Jess walked into the room.

She looked amazing. She was wearing a tight black sweater, black leather leggings and grey, thigh-high, high-heeled boots.

My penis stirred and spasmed and immediately started to swell, increasing the pain in my groin.

I said "Whoa what are you doing to me Gorgeous?"

She smirked and did a little turn as she asked me, a little mockingly, "Do I look nice?"

She was such an incredible tease.

"Ohhhh baby please....." I whined as I slid down off the couch onto my knees at her feet.

She walked over and put her foot on my bare thigh, her bootheel digging into my skin. She looked down into my loving eyes, touched my face with her manicured hand and said, "Poooor baby.....how's your balls?"

I pulled up my shirt, exposing the black ball of flesh between my legs that my naked penis was laying on. "Not real good Honey,"

She looked down with wide eyes and covered her open mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Wow look at that!" she said.

"Do they hurt?" she asked as she lightly bounced the toe of her boot off of my ballooned up balls in a light kicking motion.

I slumped my shoulders down even further in total surrender. " A little bit honey," I answered in a semi-moan.

In my position on my knees, legs spread, torso leaned back and slumped against the couch. My balls, in their current state, were actually touching the floor.

She smiled down at me with a bit of mischief in her eyes and said, "I just want to grind my heel right into them!"

She put her heel on my extremely vulnerable scrotum and started twisting it slightly back and forth, with just light pressure.

She looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

My arms were limp at my sides. i was totally helpless to her. "Oh baby please..." is all I could say.

"Please what?" Jess mocked.

"Do you mean, 'Please Jess, please step on my balls if it makes you happy, I can take it'?" she continued.

She was obviously enjoying my predicament. She increased the pressure and was actually stepping on my extremely compromised balls with her high heeled boots!

"Oh baby you're so beautiful you can do whatever you want" I managed to answer in a strained voice.

As she was grinding her heel into my balls the toe of her boot was brushing against and prodding my penis, which now was throbbing hard and leaking like crazy.

"That's a good boy" she said.

"Now go shovel that walkway. My friends and my sister are coming over to have some drinks since its so nasty out" she commanded.

She took her foot off of my scrotum and gave me a fairly robust kick in the balls which made me jump and then roll onto my side moaning in pain. She walked into the kitchen, presumably to prepare for her visitors.

I took a minute, then hauled myself up to go do her bidding.

The colorful lights of Moonlight Burgers flickered with a tired hum as Rowen wiped down the counter for the hundredth time. The clock above the service window read 2:38 AM, and the din of the deep fryer was the only company he had.

Rowen was a pretty scary yet attractive looking guy, he was a 6’4 beast with long black curly hair that reached the middle of his muscular back, nice light brown skin, with his muscular arms covered in intricate tattoos—dragons entwined with cherry blossoms—he looked more like a fighter than a fast-food worker, but the solitude of the night shift often felt like a cage.

“Man…This job is so boring without nobody to talk to.” Rowen says as he continues wiping the counters, his deep voice echoing through the entire kitchen.

Moonlight Burgers was a 24-hour joint with neon signs buzzing faintly in the dew-soaked night. It prided itself on serving greasy comfort food to late-night patrons, from restless college students to delivery drivers. Rowen hated the graveyard shift, where the silence was as thick as the sizzling burgers. He longed for company, but at this hour, the regular customers were few and far between. Just as Rowen finished his ritual of re-stacking the ketchup bottles, a tune started to play from outside the drive thru window.

Startled, Rowen shifted his gaze to the drive-thru window. There, to his astonishment, was a clown girl with the largest breasts he had ever seen in his life. His jaw drops in an instant as he wasn’t expecting to see someone so curvy and voluptuous. She straddled her unicycle, a bizarre sight under the flickering lights, as circus music continued to play as she got closer and closer. Dressed in neon polka dots, wearing a bra that barely covered her nipples, and a face smeared in garish makeup, her smile creased into a sinister grin that sent a small shiver down his spine. But he immediately snaps out of it and asks the usual question.

“What can I get for you tonight?” He asked, trying to keep his gaze from lowering down to her boobs.

“I want something sweet!” she chirped, her voice a dissonant mix of excitement and menace.

“We uh..Have loads of desserts and pastries like brownies, ice cream, pies, and much more!” He says trying to sound enthusiastic.

Luna looks back at the menu and puts her finger on her chin and lets out a hum as she scans the menu for a good while, before finally getting interrupted by Rowen.

“You find anything yet ma’am?” Rowen asks as he peeks his head out the drive thru window to see what’s taking so long.

“Uh huh!! Yup I did!!” Luna says as she cycles back to the window to say her order.

“I’d like a vanilla ice cream…..with NUTS!!” She says with a childlike excitement as her boobs bounce around from her excessive moving.

Rowen couldn’t help but look down at her boobs again, feeling his cock harden against his tight work pants. But he quickly looks back up at her face to reply to her order.

“I’m s-sorry ma’am, the ice cream machine has been broken for a few days now and we won’t be able to get it fixed until tomorrow.” He says trying to sound as professional as possible.

“And what about the nuts?” Luna says with a pout as her eye makeup transforms into a teardrop to show her sadness.

“O-oh uh… We actually had to stop selling nuts due to several people on campus having allergic reactions, so those have been taken off the menu permanently…” Rowen says with a soft smile.

Rowen’s heart sank at her sudden mood change. The dread of dealing with her disappointment crept in. Her expression shifted instantaneously. The gleeful sparkle in her eyes turned into something darker.

“Broken?” Luna laughed, the sound echoing like a mad cackle. “Or is that just the excuse you tell all the late-night grubbers who come through here??”

With a loud and frustrated sigh, Rowen leaned slightly out of the window, his posture imposing, as he tries to convince Luna that the machine really is broken and there’s nothing he could do about it.

“It’s really broken, I swear. The last customer nearly burnt it out. I could offer you a burger or fries instead?” Rowen says trying to deescalate the situation and lighten her mood.

“Well you guys technically still have the nuts I’m looking for..~” Luna says with a predatory grin as Rowen looks at her confused.

“E-Excuse me? Ma’am I already told you we don’t hav—“ Rowen’s sentence is immediately cut off as Luna tackles him through the window and lands on top of his chest.

Without a second wasted Luna rips open his tight work pants with her sharp nails, and to her surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear which made her job a lot easier.

“H-Hey!! Ma’am?! What the FUCK are you doing??” Rowen says slightly panicked as he feels his semi hard cock and low hanging balls in the warm air.

“Hush darling… I’m just getting the last nuts you guys have left!!” Luna says as her hand grips Rowen’s scrotum with a ton of pressure.

Rowen lets out a choked groan as he feels his balls being squeezed and flattened like pancakes. In a desperate attempt to stop her, he grabs her left boob and starts squeezing it with all his strength, but to his dismay the only thing that happens is a comedic HONK HONK as Luna lets out a chuckle before squeezing his testicles harder than any pain he’s ever felt before.

“Let…Me….G-GOOOOO!!!” Rowen says as he grabs a tray and whacks Luna across the face with it, seemingly knocking her out.

Rowen gets up and tries to escape out the drive thru window as the pain in his babymakers is unbearable, but he manages to reach the window halfway through before Luna uses her magic to close it shut, trapping his upper body outside while his lower body is still in the restaurant. As Luna finally gets up to her feet she sees Rowen’s legs flailing around trying to escape but it’s no use. Through all his flailing around she sees his fat sperm tanks slapping against his thighs, though they are hairier than she’d prefer, she still desperately craved some nuts.

So she walked closer and closer before holding out her hand and letting her giant hunting knife appear out of thin air and gently drop into her hands. With a few knife tosses in the air she finally reaches Rowen’s flailing lower half and grabs his sack giving it a few tugs and squeezes that made him yelp and moan.

“You know… I would’ve let you keep one if you didn’t whack me across the fast with a metal tray!” She says in a frustrated tone as her makeup turns into a broken heart, showing her discontent with the sudden attack.

After her sentence Luna pulls Rowen’s sack, so that it can stretch long enough for her to cut. She continues to stretch out his sack until it feels like his cords are finally about to snap, before letting go and letting his stretched out sack smack the wall with a loud—

SMACK CRUNCH

Rowen lets out a shrill as his balls feel like they’ve been punched by a professional boxer. Luna then picks up his sack and throws it back into the wall making his eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a choked gasp. She picks his nutsack up again but instead of slamming it against the wall, she grabs her knife and starts cutting into his sack, as his screams echo through the silent night, it feels like his cords are being pinched and poked at as he continues to scream and beg for help.

And after what felt like hours of pain Rowen’s nutsack had finally been cut off, Luna holds his sack in the air for a few seconds before dropping it down with a comedic—

PLAP

As Rowen’s severed hairy sack bounce a bit before lying there and tipping over letting his bare testicles spill out. Luna picks up the bare testicles with one hand and starts drooling as she’s been craving a nice pair of meaty testicles. After a few seconds of admiring her new snack she holds out her free hand and lets a vanilla ice cream cone appear out of thin air, before gently placing each testicle on the ice cream. As she looks at her new masterpiece, she couldn’t help but lick her plump lips before taking a giant bite out of the ice cream, making sure she got a taste of nut meat.

“Mmmmm~ DEE-FUCKING-LICOUS” She says with a satisfied grin, as she turns over to Rowen’s now unconscious body and gives his hairy muscular butt a slap.

"What's going on? Why are you and I alone?" I asked Hope.

"We have something special planned for you, I'm just keeping you company until we get it together," she answered. I knew something was up, my girlfriend Amy and her BFF Hope had been talking about something behind my back. They were making some kind of plan to punish me, they decided that beating on my balls wasn't enough because I came. Obviously, to them, if I had an orgasm, then I liked it.

Okay, I did kind of like it. It's hot to have these angry women squeezing my balls. Amy made me eat Hope's pussy, that was really fun, Hope is hot as fuck. I mean, so is Amy, but it was hot to get my hands on a hot woman like Hope.

"So what are you going to do to me?" I asked. Curiosity was getting the best of me, we had been waiting in my bedroom for nearly fifteen minutes.

"You'll find out soon enough, I'll go check how things are going. Wait right here." I watched Hope's ass swing as she walked out of the room, I could hear Amy and Sean talking before Hope closed the door behind her. After a minute or two Hope came back into my bedroom.

"Alright, Matt, everything is ready. Take off your clothes," she ordered. Hope was already naked, what the fuck were these crazy women up to? I glanced at Hope's big breasts, I've seen them a few times on this couple's retreat, they are just so big and full. I stood there confused by the whole situation, but now my cock was hard. I felt a little embarrassed again.

"Come on Matt! Get moving, and don't give me any shit. You have to accept your punishment or Amy will dump your cheating ass and we'll both crush your balls."

I began to argue that I never cheated, but then I decided to shut up and go along with it. I've gone this far, so I finished taking off my clothes and stood naked in front of Hope.

"Come this way," Hope said as she grabbed my balls and tugged me into the living room. I could hear noises coming from Hope's bedroom. Hope dragged me across the living room by the balls and then into the doorway of her bedroom, Sean and Amy were in there naked. Sean was sitting in a chair next to the bed and Amy was sucking his cock. I didn't expect that, it was weird seeing my pretty Amy sucking someone else's cock, especially when my balls were in Hope's hands.

Hope pulled me over to a chair next to Sean, and Hope sat in the chair and yanked me by the balls so that I stood facing her. I had a front-row seat to Amy sucking Sean's cock, his head leaning back in ecstasy. My cock was getting harder watching them. I thought maybe Hope would suck my cock too, but I was wrong. Very wrong. Instead, she squeezed my balls.

I moaned as Hope worked over my balls, but my eyes never left Amy's mouth as it slid up and down on Sean's cock. As she took his cock out of her mouth and began to lick and suck on his balls, the unfairness of the whole situation really weighed on me. I mean why does Sean get his balls sucked while mine are being tortured? All this because I happened to walk by Hope's open door when she was getting changed. Un-fucking-believeable. Amy gave Sean head for a good five minutes, then she stood up and took his hand, she led him over to the bed.

Amy lay on her back and spread her legs for Sean, he climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. They both gasped in pleasure as he pushed deep into her and began slowly fucking her. As Sean slid his cock into Amy I felt Hope increase the pressure on my balls, I gasped too. Sean began to increase the pace, fucking Amy faster and harder, she quietly whispered in his ear as they fuck.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me," she said just loud enough for me to hear. I remembered her saying it to me just a few days ago, Sean did as she asked. He fucked her. I was beginning to hate this, I didn't want to see my girlfriend fucked, and Hope squeezing my balls sucked too. I wondered if Hope was really enjoying this, I guess she likes busting my balls, but does she want to see her boyfriend fuck Amy? I looked at Hope for a moment, she was staring at Sean banging her best friend.

Something in me snapped, I had enough of this shit, I took Hope's hand and lifted her up from the chair.

"What do you think you're doing, I'm going to crush your balls."

"Go ahead." I didn't care anymore, I pushed Hope onto the bed next to Amy and climbed up on top of her. Before I could get my cock into her, she managed to grab my balls.

"FUCK!" I groaned loudly as her fingers tightened around my balls, squashing them flat. A week ago I would have been given up, but I've spent the last week having my balls busted, I'm getting used to it. I roughly pushed Hope's legs apart and pushed my cock into her wet pussy. It slid in easily, Hope moaned as I pushed deep into her.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked.

"Fucking Hope, what are you doing?"

Amy looked up at Sean, then back at me, she had no answer. I pulled Hope close to me and began fucking her in earnest. I watched as her breasts swung with each stroke, she really does have an amazing pair of tits. I looked over to see Amy's breasts doing the same, this is fucked up, but I won't forget it soon. I was getting close to cumming, I looked forward to filling Hope's pussy with cum, she's been abusing me all week, it would be the perfect ending.

Sean cried out as his cock began to throb and spurt cum into Amy. With each stroke, he moaned loudly as Amy's eyes rolled back in her head and the two of them orgasmed together. It must have gotten to Hope because she began to orgasm too. That encouraged me to fuck even harder and faster, I hammered her pussy with abandon.

"FUCK YES!" I groaned as my cock began spurting cum into Hope's tight pussy, it throbbed with each stroke as I unloaded more and more cum. Hope's legs wrapped around me, she pulled me close to her and kissed my neck as we got off together. Soon we were done and I collapsed on top of Hope, trying to catch my breath again.

"This certainly turned into the craziest couples retreat ever," Hope said.

"I think you planned it all along," I replied.

"Who me? Never," Hope replied.

I knew right then, the two of them planned this all.

Fucking awesome.

Certain life events caused me to get into ball busting and have me browsing here. I was married at a very young age. I was 18 when we first meet at Community College. I’m a short woman, 5’ and weighed about 110 then, about 15 pounds lighter than I weight now. I wasn’t nearly as strong; I didn’t weightlift back then. The first time I tried a deadlift, I could do only 80 pounds, a third of what I can do today.

My husband had this really queer turn on. He liked forceful strip me of my clothes before sex, and then he’d force himself on me. He wanted me to resist, but he never let me win. I indulged him, and for months I never expressed this, but I absolutely hated that he could just strip me and force himself on me.

I remember the first time he did it. It was after we were married. We were trading kinky favors, I had this certain thing I wanted him to do for me, which he did, it wasn’t degrading. Then he asked me to allow this.

Well, I didn’t think I could say no after he performed for me, and I honestly thought I could keep myself from being subdued by him. But I quickly learned a man’s strength was so much greater than mine. I wanted to cry as he stripped and forced himself on me. He’d always strip and had this massive hard on as he was stripping me. He was so strong he would bruise me by forcing me.

This happened several times after he asked my consent the first time. I did finally tell him I didn’t like it or didn’t want to be forced. He stopped for a bit and apologized even. But then I wore the wrong thing, dressed to sexy and the mood hit him, and he went back to forcing me.

I hurt and I felt humiliated. I sometimes cried about it when alone in bed. I even had nightmares about being forced. One morning after waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, I decided I had to do something about it.

I remembered the College had a course in self-defense. It started in the fall, and I decided I would take that course to try to get life and my confidence back.

It was early summer, and I decided I needed to get stronger and fitter also. I had never been athletic in my life, had never run, but I started running 3 times per week or so. I went to a track and when I first started, I couldn’t even run once around the track without walking, but I soon got to where I could run 3 miles in 24 minutes.

I also started weightlifting, and when I started I could do only 50 pounds max on the bench machine. By the time the fall started, I could do 100 pounds max, fully doubling my max in about 3 months.

I started the class, and I was excited. It sounded like it would be really good. We practiced avoidance, learned some techniques, practiced doing a little bit of striking, ground fighting, and learned to go after vital targets. The one that stuck out the most in my mind was the testicles. Mrs. Collins said in an assault as soon as you can, get your hands on those balls and get them right off your attacker!

While causing a lot of giggles, I’m sure I turned red when I first thought of doing this, I figured if I could just get my hands on my husband’s balls the next time he tried his little play rape session, he’d be forced to admit defeat. I didn’t want to actually remove them, just hurt them a bit and humble him like he humbled me.

I had a little bit of confidence and by early October I thought maybe things would go differently the next time he tried his little rape thing.

It was a cold Thursday afternoon in early November, the first after Halloween. Tom, my husband, got me a little bit mad. He said something that irked me, without really thinking I threw my fist down towards his nuts. I stopped short but yelled “Bam!”

Well, for whatever reason that kind of set Tom off. One thing led to another, and the next think I knew, we were at it again, with me just trying to push him off me and hold his arms at bay.

After about 10 seconds I really thought I’d made a mistake, Tom was way too strong for me, and I was just going to get fucked roughly again. I tried to twist his arm behind his back, but he just chuckled and did the same to me. Tom told me he was going to pin me against the wall “With his dick!”

My stomach and face were against pinned hard against the wall, and he had my right arm pinned behind my back. I felt his massive cock in my back, and it was already wet.

Feeling desperate, I did the one thing the course so far had really drilled into my head, I reached for his balls with my left hand. I think this surprised him as he backed off a bit freeing me from the wall. I was able to face him and started reaching my hand for his balls again multiple times, but he blocked my arms hard, hurting them, and attempted to control my body and strip me. I fought though with all the extra strength I’d gained in the last several months, with more success than I’d had previously, but he ripped my shirt off, tearing it in the process.

I had started only in my shirt and shorts, and he had stripped nude and had a raging hard on. Now my chest was bare. He kept evading my grabs, punches, and knees to his balls and several times got behind me, fondling my breasts as we fought, pinching my nipples painfully. However he hadn’t been able to just hold me down and just fuck me. As we continued to struggle, he seemed more frustrated, but also angrier and more determined than he had previously. I was not easy as I had been before.

He almost got my pants off. I curled up in a tight ball a couple times in an effort to keep them on. We went on for many minutes. I became really tired. I wanted to cry and felt like giving up but continued to resist.

After a few second lull, he again tried to wrap his arms around me, this time calling me a “Bitch!” I pushed him back and without even thinking about it, I performed a move we had practiced in class, I balled my fist up and brought it down on the bridge of his nose hard like a hammer.

There was a slight crunching sound, like a single, followed by a howl of pain from Tom as he brought his hands up to his nose and held it there. I felt shocked for a moment at the damage I had just done, and we both stopped. I saw a small amount blood begin to trickle between his fingers and down his arm.

“You bitch!” he shouted. He quickly tried to bring his fist down onto my nose in a similar manner a couple of times, but I blocked each, however his heavy fist struck my cheek. He slapped me hard in the side of the head, I felt and heard a cracking sound in my jaw and it felt my like my jaw was knocked off kilter. Pain emanated from it and I fell to the floor.

“See how you like it,” he said, standing right by my feet, legs wide, still fully erect. Well, I didn’t like it, and I decided I needed to hurt him so he could not hurt me.

“You want to quit?” he asked. I remember this vividly.

I was to mad to quit now.

“You’re going to wish I quit!” I threatened.

Moving as fast as I could, I cocked my leg and kicked him hard in his in his right knee with the bottom of my foot. I got him good with my heel, bending it back.

“Oh you fuckin bitch,” he shouted, with a pained expression in his face.

Rather than making him quit though, the latest injury just seemed to make him more determined to get me, and I balled up again as he jump right on me and tried to pry me open, smacking me several times in the side of my face.

After about two minutes he gave up, he couldn’t pry me open, and I got to my knees and we faced each other and kind of circled each other a bit. His nose was still trickled blood and looked a little swollen. I felt a rush of pride looking at his nose and thinking I had done that to him. He seemed a little tired and was favoring his knee. He limped now visibly with his damaged knee. I was now quicker on my feet. I perceived his eyes were on my breasts, which bounced a little as I moved. It was the odd feeling that he still looked at me sexually, even when we were physically fighting. I decided though to use my nudity and sexual assets to my advantage and change my strategy a bit.

My husband is 6’4” and back then he probably weighed 200 pounds, 90 more than me, and very muscular.

I took a risk and pressed my body into his as he grabbed me, putting my arms around the back of his neck as he did the same to me, rubbing my boobs against his bare chest. I then stepped back slightly, creating some space. I suddenly let go of his neck with my right hand, and in a windmill style action moved my open hand down and slapped hard into his balls, making good contact with my open hand and sending them flying.

He winced and grunted, letting go of me and moving back slightly. This was a great feeling and the first time I had made contact with his testicles. But I had kind of let him off the hook. I could have grabbed and squeezed, but I did not.

I thought for a moment perhaps he would quit, hunched over cradling his testicles. I had gone easy on him just striking him the one time. But he did not, he rushed at me with renewed vigor, attempting to get behind me and push me into the wall. He seemed to be getting frustrated. I don’t think he was thinking quite as clearly as he had been earlier.

His hands gripped my breasts, again twisting them painfully, but he had left himself open. I again balled my right fist and struck backwards, sharply smacking his balls. His hands immediately left my breasts. Instinctively this time I tried to grab them. I started to curl my fingers around them and felt them momentarily in my grasp. I started to squeeze them in my fist, but suddenly I felt a sharp smack against my forearm. I turned to smack them again, but he had retreated a step back.

He hunched over slightly. I looked at him and saw something that made me feel absolutely wonderful. For the first time ever, I saw fear and hesitation in his eyes. I saw pain in his face as he clutched his testicles. I thought I may have compressed them a bit before he pulled back.

I remember thinking very briefly it’s a lot harder to grab a guys nuts than they made it seem in our class. Usually by now my instructor would have called the fight.

“You should probably quit,” I advised. His hard on was now gone, his penis flaccid.

He looked confused for a moment. Then suddenly he rushed at me screaming and yelling. It terrified me at first, but Tom was slower now, more hesitant. I had hurt him. He was not the same Tom I had started wrestling 10 minutes earlier. I continued to aim for his balls, throwing knees and punches towards them.

After probably 30 seconds, I felt my knuckles strike them solidly. This seemed to stun him and I really wanted to get ahold of him so I could grab his balls. I knew victory was mine if I could just get them. While he was still from the pain I caused, I maneuvered around the back of him and I got my left arm around his chest. As he was taller than me, I was pulling him downward, bending back towards me and getting him off balance.

I was going to throw him down, as my training fights normally ended on the ground, but I noticed He spread his legs out some so he could maintain his balance. My right knee was in perfect position, so I lifted it up hard between his legs a couple of times, feeling his balls bounce off my knee.

He howled in pain which started to make me wet between the legs. I was now having my way with him. His muscular body wanted to just drop. It took effort to hold him up and I leaned my body into his. I reached my right hand around his side and in front of him. Then I once again brought my hammer fist into his balls as I held his strong but now damaged body captive, which caused him to moan.

I pounded on his balls several more times and I began to hear him whimper like a little child. I was totally defeating him, as I had been defeated and it felt wonderful. My pussy was literally getting wet.

Finally, I triumphantly grabbed ahold of his now loose hanging ball sack. I shouted in triumph. His balls were so large in my hand, it was like holding a couple of small mandarin oranges. I cupped them and enveloped them in my hand. I yanked on them once, pulling them sharply away from his body.

This caused a scream in pain I’ve never heard in my life. My ears rang from the piercing sound he made!

Still holding them, I pondered what to do for a moment. I almost just flattened them out. It would have been so easy just to squish them or just yank them off. I suddenly though felt tears drip onto my left forearm I had over his chest, and he didn’t move at all as I held his balls. I think he was petrified. Suddenly my natural merciful nature took over.

“Do you give?” I asked.

Like a baby he whimpered “Yes,” and I immediately released him.

He immediately slumped to the floor and rolled back and forth for some time. I stood near his head, watching him suspiciously for a while. I wasn’t completely sure he was going to quit, and I was going to finish him if he started at me again. After a couple minutes though I realized he was completely defeated and was helpless at my feet. I felt as proud as I ever had in my young life. I looked in the mirror and my face was bruised, so were my forearms.

I put some make up on and after he was able to stand back up after about a half hour, I took him to the hospital to get his broken nose, strained ligaments, and badly bruised balls looked it. We were their all night, he made up a story about being in a fight at a bar. At the time I never told anyone what happened, it was our little secret so to speak.

I finished my fall course, and you’d think that would be the end of it. The dynamic in our relationship changed quite a bit. I became more aggressive. Anyone who is married will probably know sometimes your spouse really pisses you off. Once in a while then, he’d really piss me off, and I started to just send a fist in the general direction of his balls. I usually missed on purpose. Sometimes I don’t. He is fairly adept at blocking. He took karate when he was younger and is pretty athletic. Even when I’d strike him though, I’d never hit him real hard. I don’t want to really hurt him.

Anyway, when I started throwing my fist towards his balls, he’d get tentative, often completely stopping, like he was intimidated. It kind of felt good and a little funny, but I didn’t do it to often and never really out of control.

Then one day about a year later in our bedroom, I sent a fist in his direction, and suddenly he started attacking me again. It wasn’t like he was trying to pummel me, just a sexual kind of assault. It went a lot like it had the year before, he was fondling my breasts and kind of throwing me around. Trying to pin me and grab me sexually.

It was a frightening situation because he at first had me pinned against the wall, with my arms behind my back, and I was quite scared for a short time because I really thought after the first time he wouldn’t try this again. One hand held me wrists, and his other hand pinched my the nipples of my breast. I felt his penis poking my back. I told him to stop but he wouldn’t.  Then I guess muscle memory kicked in and I started resisting hard. I grabbed at his nuts hard, and while I didn’t get them, I was able to get an arm free, which allowed me to squirt free. I remember looking at him and he’d already taken off his shorts, and he was standing there nude from the shirt down, with this raging hard on. Seeing him nude like that, I decided just to go after his nuts, so I tried to just grab at them, also punching and kicking or kneeing at them. However, he continued to get behind and he would throw me again up against the wall. At some point he started to finger me as I was just in my underwear, and my ribs and face were hurting from getting shoved into the wall.

I suddenly came to the realization I was going to actually need to hurt him again to make sure he stopped. I went after his balls hard, with all my might, but no matter how much I tried though, or what I tried, I just could not seem get those little danglers I was after! I knew I’d struck them, at least grazed them a couple of times. I felt them against the back of my knuckles I’m sure once. I figured I’d grazed them with knee. But I hadn’t caused enough pain, he was just too fast and or strong for me this time.

The couple times a got free from the wall, I’d reach out but he’d dodge me. He’s over a foot taller than me, so his arms are longer. He could sometimes just block my grabbing attempts and knees, block my kicks. The longer we went, the better and more in control he seemed to get.

I really got the idea he was playing with me, and I could see he was really enjoying this. He had a massive erection and a smile on his face. I remember being very angry wanting to wipe that smile of his face, but I just couldn’t do it. I remember also being tempted to just give in, let him do what he wanted to me. But he just seemed to want to squeeze my nipples painful of my breasts roughly and painfully.

I came to a point where I wanted to cry. My calls to stop were unheeded. I think I was crying a little bit. I also still didn’t have quite the endurance of my muscular husband. He is a daily runner, whereas I had quit running and focused only on weight lifting.

I became rather resigned myself to whatever he wanted to do. His hands painfully squeezed my breasts, him safely behind me, erect penis poking me. It suddenly occurred to me my immediate problem was my massive husband was just too fast for me, and I was allowing him to much room to move. If I wanted those big juicy balls of his, I had to freeze his body first, stop him from moving or getting away.

I did something a little different. I stepped back onto him and reached my left hand around the back of his thigh. I bent way over, pushing my rotund behind into his thighs and getting him off balance and off his feet, so my body was supporting his weight. I think he thought I’d just fall over, but by then I could squat and deadlift over 200 pounds! I’m not sure what I could lift today, but I think he underestimated my strength.

I suddenly had a more stationary and trapped target. I quickly half turned and pinned his body to the wall with mine. I reached my hand back probing for his balls. I couldn’t see them of course so I was just grabbing. I was so close and I was beginning to get moist below! I felt his thick penis in my palm and I grabbed it, intending to follow it down to my prize. I stretched myself against him with all my might, steeling myself as if squatting, my body flexing to keep him against the wall.

Suddenly I felt his strong hand on my wrist, grabbing it. I closed my hand around his penis, squeezing it with all of my might.

“Ow!” he yelled as my small hand rendered him flacid; his massive erection, which he’d time and again poked into, now squeezed right off of him! I’m not sure I couldn’t have pinched his penis right off!

Whatever pain I’d causing in flattening his erect penis had caused him to relax his grip on my hand.

Releasing his penis, I dropped my hand. His sack now hung down loosely. He started to shift and I felt his sack against the back of my hand. Oh how I wanted to control those balls! I was struggling to get it in my grip, and I knew I just had a couple of seconds before my massive husband freed himself.

Balling my fist, I drew my hand back slightly and quicky smacked it back into his balls.

“Oww!” he shouted painfully. It suddenly occurred to me his balls were almost right against the wall. I reared my fist back again farther this time and crashed it back into his low hanging sack and into the wall, pinning and flattening his balls like some insect against the drywall. Keeping my fist there, I moved it back and forth slightly, causing flattening pressure against as much of the delicate orbs as I could.

“Ohh!” my husband moaned after that thunderous hit! I was really wet now and feeling suddenly wonderful. I now felt confident, released myself from against him and quickly spun around to look at him.

Pain registered on his face. The smile he once had I had pounded clean off. He wanted to bend over, but I put my left hand against his chest to keep him upright. His eyes were closed and both hands now clutched his testicles.

Seeing my husband totally defeated like this, and he was, I could have done anything to him at this moment, I was on the edge of an orgasm once again. “Is this how he felt when he was fondling me?” I wondered.

I reached my right hand down towards my elusive prize, taking his hand in mine. His hands weren’t really touching his balls, they were just shielding them. I reached underneath and behind his hands and grabbed his balls. His grimaced painfully at my touch. I looped my thumb and forefinger together above the balls, trapping them in my fist and pulled down slightly.

Upon feeling my control, he put his hands to his face. “No,” he moaned softly.

I had now completely won again! My massive husband was completely defeated and at my mercy!

 I could have totally flattened them right out. During the summer I bent up old metal rods from our garden for easy disposal in the trash. If I could bend steel, I could flatten a testicle.

I stood there for a moment just holding his balls, pondering what I should do with him. My pussy started to become wet seeing him so helpless and defeated.

I made a snap decision to teach him a lesson. My hand closed painfully around his orbs as I squeezed them.

“Ohhh!” he shouted in pain. “No!” he said in true agony which made me wetter. After a few seconds of hard firm squeezing, I gave them a yank before releasing them. He slouched over in pain, his head at my stomach level. I quickly brought my knee up into his face while bringing my hands down onto the back of his neck, snapping his neck back. He crashed to the ground face first flat on his stomach.

I quickly jumped on his back. I pulled both his arms up behind his back, and I reached behind myself grabbing his testicles. I now had him completely under my control, but there was no need. My knee to the chin had completely rendered him unconscious. I looked at the wall, and the drywall was caved in where he’d forced me up against the wall, but was also bowed in where I’d pounded his balls against the wall.

I took him to the hospital for the second time in less than a year, and it was the last time he ever came after me like this. I didn’t lie for him a second time, and I went back to the self-defense class to tell Mrs. Collins, and she had me come back I tell my success story to the whole class.

Hi everyone.

It's been a long long time since I have put a story up here.
I like where this one is going and I hope you do too :)

Contains: BB && CB

link to part II

Stars

--pt I--

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"I'm still glowing so hard--" Alan said as his fingers bounced on the steering wheel to the sounds of the radio, "what a vibe~"

I nodded softly as I played with my hair, staring over at him in love. The warm air from the AC of the car felt tingly and almost erotic against my post-festival skin.

We were pretty fried and still grungy from camping--it felt good to be in the quiet car and cruising together as we came down. I reached over and stroked Alan's leg, feeling residual effects of the drugs and messy tent sex we had the past couple of days.

"Ohh, still a lil playful--eh, Star?".

I loved when he called me that.

I rolled up a tiny spliff that we burned down together and I was on cloud nine. I remembered we still had one ecstasy tablet;

"Hey Alan... wanna split that pill?" I looked over at him with an exaggerated visage of innocence and bashfulness, "You know... for a nice ride home."

We were in the middle of bumble-fuck-nowhere anyway and had several more hours to go till we were home.

When out of nowhere, the red and blue lights cut through our car like laser beams. My heart dropped like a stone.

"Shit..." I whispered.

"Don't worry, it'll be cool..." he said as he slowly pulled over and parked.

"Alan, the pill!" I whispered to him and patted his leg on the pocket and I felt it.

He panicked and tried pulling it out to stash in the backseat in our mess. He fumbled nervously and my heart began to race.

Before he could retrieve it, the cop was at our window--how she got there so quick--I still have no idea...

tap tap tap ("licenses and registration" we heard muffled through the glass)

Alan still had his fingers trapped in his pocket and he super awkwardly tried to reach his left hand into his back right pocket to pull out his wallet, looking like an absolute loon...

It was dark and I could barely make out the figure outside our car. She was tall and thin, face shrouded in darkness:

"Roll down the window, chief." She said.

Alan was so nervous he looked like a tangled pretzel of a human and I foolishly reached over to try to lower his window...

"Hey! Stay put, princess! I'll deal with you next!" The officer barked. The latent violence in her voice rising to its tonal surface. "Whaddya got in that pocket there, chief?"

Alan froze, he looked over at me, partially afraid... but mostly just glazed over. Even his "panic" state was never really too excited...

"Uhh, what pocket?" He asked her coyly...

"Don't give me that shit..." she muttered back, "in your front pocket numb nuts!"

Alan didn't budge.

"You know I smell your grass, right?" the officer claimed. "You know what, let's quit the foreplay--step out of the vehicle--both of you!"

We complied.

We circled to the front of our car, lit up by headlights; Alan still with one hand in his front pocket... sheesh...

"Pull it out, chief, and I don't mean your hog..." she ordered.

He pulled out a small, clear baggie with a single blue tablet inside of it.

"Oh, what a surprise..." she prodded, "... don't tell me that's your E.D. meds?" she continued.

Slowly seeing the humor of it all I snapped back at her; "Oh--He doesn't need meds for that, Mama--" when suddenly I felt a jab in my back and she pushed me over onto the hood. All the humor of the moment evaporated, when my chest smashed down on the hood under my weight and some of hers.

THUNK

"Hey!" Alan yelped as the cop pressed her nightstick into my back and I let out a cry, "You're hurting her!"

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it hot shot?" she taunted as she twisted the baton and I whimpered.

Alan twisted his body out of defensive reflex and that was enough to set her off. Instantly, she released me and her hand shot down right into Alan's groin and stayed there.

"Ough!! What the--" and before he could let out another word her hand clenched down onto one of Alan's nuts; I could see it through his cheap, lightweight festie pants; my head, eye-level against the hood.

"Yeeooowwweeeee!!" Alan squealed as she tightened her grip around one of his testicles.

"Hey!! What the fu--" she backhanded me across the face without even turning around and I landed back down on the hood.

THUNK

"Don't even think about it, toots. I'll crush these things if you even budge." she said in an eerily calm voice.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... " Alan danced on his tip toes as he moaned, "Well... you only got one... aaaaEeeEEEyyyyOOOWwWW"

"...What's that wise-guy?"

"Ooohhhhh FFFFfffuuuu--"

She squeezed harder into his nut. I could see her knuckles getting white.

"No--tell me what you said..." she commanded as she twisted her wrist.

"Ahhhh AuGHH!!!"

"TELL ME!!"

"Ah- ah- ah- I said-- ah-- you-- you only got one..."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"

"Uuggghhh Auhhh fuuck... you're squeezing... one... "

"YEAH??" She squeezed harder.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!! YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO CRUSH MY... THINGS..."

...Alan are you fucking serious... I thought to myself.

THUD

The cop swung her baton down between Alan's legs with a dull thunk and he collapsed at her feet; apparently she couldn't hold his entire body weight up by his, albeit ample, left ball. He groaned as he lied in a heap, hands clutching and nursing his aching balls.

The cop slid over to me and whispered in my ear:

"Listen, peach, this--" she swept the pill-baggie across my cheek, "--is a controlled substance. I'm taking you both in."

"He--Hey-- we're not bad folks, we're just-- we're just coming from the festiv--"

CLANK

She slammed the baton down on the hood.

"I know exactly where you punks are coming from. It's the same thing every year..."

click-click-click-click...

"Hey! What the hell!?" I yelped as she cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Well... there's obviously one more thing I gotta do before I put you in my cruiser..."

And the familiar snap of latex gloves rang in my ears like echoes...

"You know--just a quick pat-down, sweet cheeks." She said through a wicked grin that I could feel...

She stood me up and before I could even take a breath I felt the baton between my legs, pushing and grinding against my vulva.

"Nngh!" I whimpered...

"Don't act like you don't like it, bitch..." she whispered into my ear as she lifted the long part of the baton up between my legs.

"Ngh! Wh--" and I felt a cold, leathery hand cover my mouth.

"The more you fight... " her hot breath dripping onto my hear, "...the worse..." as she craned her wrist and pulled, dragging the tip of the baton from the front of my pussy to the back, and up between... "...It'll be, sweet cheeks".

She flicked her wrist twice, bouncing me up from the strikes.

I let out muffled cries into her gloved-hand as she continued tapping the baton against my snatch when Alan stirred.

"H-Hey... what the fuck is wron--"

WHUD

She sent her boot flying into Alan's prone body.

WHUD

"Auughhh!"

I didn't see where her blows landed, but I'm guessing his balls--at least once.

WHUD

"Augh! Ughh!!"

"You shut the fuck up, plums!! I'll be dealing with you next!"

By this point, I could see her; standing over him, digging and grinding the toe of her boot into his groin.

"Ya-know what? Actually..."

And she grabbed him by his poncho and hoisted him up onto his feet, cuffing his hands behind his back and shoving him onto his ass atop the hood of our car.

"There. Now you can watch!" as she jabbed the end of the baton into his nuts again.

"Stop! You're gonna hurt him--" when she grabbed me around the throat and shut me up.

"Listen, sweet thing, if I want you to make sound..." and I felt her hand glide down the small of my back, grab a fist full of ass meat and squeeze... "I'll make you make sound... now spread em!"

"NNnNnngghh!!"

I felt her club slam up between my legs and crush against my pussy. I dry-heaved as she bent me over the hood.

"Mmm... what a lovely view..." she purred, menacingly. I felt her hands groping me and sliding around my inner thighs; my leggings doing little against her probes and attacks.

"Well... I don't see anymore drugs... " she said with a loud CLAP as she spanked me.

"EEep!!" I yelped involuntarily.

"Aww, wasn't that adorable."

My stomach still hurt from her low blows and I couldn't move with my hands locked behind my back. My eyes teary as I faced toward Alan. He mouthed the words, It'll be okay... as my bottom lip quivered.

The cop stepped over to Alan as she gripped the baton with both hands like a crowbar. Before I could blink she was jamming it down into his crotch, over and over.

THUD THUD SQUELCH THUD THUD

"AAaauuUUaaAAuUUuUGJH!!"

"There ya go, Champ!! You're gonna take it!!..."

THUD THUD THUD

"Like a man..."

THUD... THUD... SQUELCH...

Alan groaned and gagged and sputtered as she reached her hand down and placed it in his lap. She slowed down.

"That's it... how ya doin down here, big boy?..." she teased as she massaged and rolled his swollen balls around through his thin trousers.

I could feel my face getting hot. My wrists burned. My pussy throbbed... I watched as this woman groped my man after crushing his testicles with a club repeatedly... My stomach swirled and I felt my asshole clenching involuntarily... I shivered...

"Yeah..." she whispered slowly, "You got a nice set... you can take it for me, right, big guy?" she continued as she leaned her face in closer to his.

I could see his jaw clenching and eyes squeeze shut in a grimace as what I imagine was her squeezing down on his big sore balls.

"Good boy..." she nearly moaned as she patted his thinly clothed nutsack with her gloved hand; the plapping sound of latex reverberating in my mind. I could see the waves of fabric rippling out from his crotch with each strike--his swollen balls compressing and expanding almost rhythmically.

I felt myself in my sweat. Beads running down the backs of my thighs under my leggings. My pelvis still twitching and clenching as she tormented Alan's testicles, like toying with her food.

"Mmmm... yeah... let's see em." She said with the snap of his waist button. The sound of his zipper descending tingling down my spine as I squirmed.

to be continued...

I recently went to a strip club and had three strippers ball bust me separately they each said they have had people ask for it before and it’s not even the weirdest thing they hear one of the girls really liked it she was having fun and even gave me some extra knees as we left the private curtained area. Another one of the dancers was giving me some good squeezes but not nearly as hard as I would’ve liked.

i'm looking for ff1242 user's stories on deviantart (he posted something also on pixiv as ff up user name). They were stories about trampling, shrinking and torture. For example i remember a story of a boy who was mistreated by all the girls of the school for having talked to a popular girl. When she graduate she shrinked the boy and uses him as an insole and tortures him together with sister and mom. One evening she put his balls under her heels so when she step she burst the balls repeatedly.
Another story was about a little brother who was shrinked with a remote control and he was tortured by the sisters and her friends.
I really like to read the stories of this user again, if someone have saved, pls repost or share with me.

When the strong pick on the weak it’s considered to be nature’s universal law proving itself to be real.

When you’re weak, you’re vulnerable. And when you’re vulnerable, you become a target.

But when you’re strong…sometime that leads down a dark path of becoming a numb monster. One who has no mercy.

Itō considerd herself to be one of the cruelest monsters…

"You're not going anywhere, scumbags." The voice was unmistakable—sharp, authoritative, and laced with the promise of a swift end to any trouble that dared to cross her path.

Alessia Itō, known to the LA streets as "Angel Killer," stepped out from the shadows of the alleyway, her piercing red eyes scanning the scene before her.

Two burly thugs had backed a frail-looking man against a dumpster, their fists poised to rain down on his trembling form. Antonio and Vick. Meatheads. Cruel monsters staining mankind.

“Shit! It’s her vick!” Antonio’s brown eyes went wide as his stomach dropped and his heavy hangers clenched in worry.

Her outfit was a blend of urban stealth and practicality—baggy blue jeans that allowed for unrestricted movement, and a tight white long-sleeve shirt with crimson lines snaking down the arms, hugging her athletic frame. The shirt, seemingly innocuous at first glance, was tailored to showcase her ample C-cup breasts, a subtle hint of the fiery spirit that burned within her.

The crimson streaks on her sleeves matched the fiery aura that surrounded her as she walked slowly towards them. Her left hand resting on the hilt of one of her katanas.

"I suggest you walk away," she said, her voice a mix of calmness and steel, "and I won't have to make an example of you two."

The smaller of the two, Antonio, took a step back, sweat beading on his brow. But Vick, the larger and more brazen, sneered and balled his fist, "Why should we? This is our playground, not yours."

The man at the receiving end of their malice cowered, his eyes pleading for salvation. "P-please, I don't have anything," he stuttered, holding up his hands in a feeble attempt to ward them off.

Vick, the larger and crueler of the two, took a sadistic pleasure in his fear. He leaned in close, his hot breath reeking of cheap whiskey. "You should've thought of that before you stepped into our territory," he jeered, his fist flying out like a piston.

But before his knuckles could connect with the man's face, there was a flash of silver and a sudden scream. It was a sight that seemed to defy reality—Alessia's sword, Seraph, had whipped through the air in a graceful arc, cutting Vick's arm cleanly at the elbow. The thug's eyes rolled back in shock and sudden pain, his body convulsing in place he clutched the stump, crimson blood spurting between his trembling fingers.

“W-Wha—!” Vick’s cocky grin was abruptly wiped off his face, replaced by a twisted mask of agony. He stumbled back, his only hand reflexively reaching towards the severed arm on the ground, but Itō didn’t give him a moment to recover.

She spun on the ball of her foot and drove her heel into his parted legs to slam into his hairy nuts with the force of a sledgehammer, the crunch echoing through the alleyway.

“MY BALLLSSS!!!” He screamed, a high-pitched wail that seemed to shatter the very air around them, and crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain.

“Holy shit!!!” Antonio took a step back, his eyes wide with shock and fear. The aura around Itō grew brighter, the red of her eyes seeming to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the night itself.

With a swift and almost casual motion, Itō returned Seraph to its sheath across her back, the crimson light dimming slightly as the blade was hidden from view. But as she did so, something strange happened—Victor’s stump began to glow a faint green, the ragged end sealing over as if it had been a healed scar for years.

The severed arm however remained dead along with his broken balls.

Antonio, seeing his companion’s fate, realized that this wasn’t a typical alleyway scuffle. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a switchblade, its chrome glinting malevolently under the sickly glow of the street lights. He snapped it open with a metallic click that seemed to echo a sound that made the very air tense and heavy.

Itō gaze never wavered from Antonio’s eyes, her expression cold and unyielding. "If you value your puny testicles," she said, her voice like a serrated blade, "you'll drop the knife and leave."

Antonio’s fear was palpable, but his pride was stronger. He sneered and called her a bitch, the words leaving a foul taste in the air. He lunged forward with his switchblade, aiming for her face—the same face that had haunted his dreams since she had first started patrolling these streets.

Since he’s heard the wild insane stories.

The horrible stories of men changed forever…a ballbusting crazy witch.

“DIE!”

But she was faster, much faster.

Her hand shot out like a lightning bolt, catching Antonio’s wrist mid-air. Her grip was like a vice, unyielding and unforgiving, halting the knife just a fraction of an inch from her skin. The blade hovered there, trembling with the effort of his desperate thrust, but it was no match for her superior strength.

She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his soul, and whispered, "Call me that again and I'll make sure you're the one who never has to worry about being called a man."

Antonio’s bravado crumbled under her gaze. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. His eyes darted to Vick, still writhing in agony on the ground, and then back to Itō, searching for a way out.

But Itō wasn’t about to give him one. She tightened her grip on his wrist, twisting his arm and bringing him down to her level. He was forced to look her in the eye, and she could see the flicker of doubt in his gaze. The knife in his hand was forgotten, all his attention on the pain in his trapped limb.

Then with a swift, brutal kick to his fragile nuts, Antonio's knees buckled and he dropped to the ground, his knife clattering against the concrete. The sound of his whimpers was music to her ears, a symphony of sweet victory that resonated through the alley like a bell of justice.

He clutched at his aching orbs , his face a twisted mask of pain, and she stepped back, watching him writhe.

“Thank you Angel!” The victim took that as his cue to escape. He stumbled away, his eyes never leaving her, until he was a distant shadow disappearing into the night.

Only then did she turn her attention back to Antonio, who was now trying to crawl away on all fours.

She crouched down beside him, her voice low and dangerous. "Tell your friends to leave the innocents alone," she warned. "Or I'll be back for more than just a little chat." Her fingers pried between his to grab his left nut outside of his jeans. She pinched and rolled it painfully as he shuddered and kicked. “Nod if you understand.”

“I doooo!!”

“Good. Then I don’t have to break this to help you get it.” She lets his hands take his abused nad back.

As she rose to leave, a sound reached her—Vick's pained laughter, the kind that sent a dark chill up Itō's spine. It was a twisted sound, one that didn't belong in the throes of such pain, and it spoke of a mind that took pleasure in the suffering of others. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing, and he met her gaze with a crazed grin that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

His eyes were a blinding orange and his shadow began to slither up his limp body to force him into a twisted standing stance.

"You think you can just take us down?" Vick's voice was a raspy hiss that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

The shadows coiled around his limbs and grew longer and thinner, its claws stretching out like the tentacles of a malevolent octopus. It wrapped around Vick's severed limb, the claws digging into the flesh with a sickening sound of tearing meat.

The crimson scar from Seraph grew brighter, pulsing in time with the shadowy appendage as it began to pull the arm back towards his body. The flesh on his stump stretched and reformed, knitting itself back into place with a speed that was almost too gruesome to watch.

“That’s not great.” Itō scrunched her nose at the forced merger.

Antonio's eyes were wide with horror as he took in the sight. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but nothing like this. The dark magic that was now coursing through Vick's body was something out of a nightmare, a power that didn't belong in their world of concrete and steel.

It was a force that could only be born in the blackest pits of hell.

“V-Vick?! What the f-fuck is happening?!”

It was a question that was left unanswered as Vick's laughter grew louder, echoing off the alley walls like a demonic choir. It was a sound that made Antonio’s blood run cold.

He knew that he had to get out of here, that he had to warn the others about what had happened to his friend.

But his legs were shaking too much to move.

“You can see that? Welcome to the unveil then,” Itō says with fake enthusiasm, “He’s a curse user. And I’m going to sever his bond with it.”

Smirking at the end It was in that moment of horror that Itō saw an opportunity.

She drew her second katana from her hip, Leonardo, and the alley was suddenly bathed in an eerie blue glow. The air around her crackled with energy, and the shadows grew darker as the sword's fiery aura pushed back the night.

Antonio’s eyes went wide with terror as he watched the blade burn with an otherworldly light. He had heard wild rumors annd stupid whispers of her abilities, but seeing it with his own eyes was something entirely different.

“Tell me Curse, are you hiding in his left nut or the lower hanging right one? I’m pretty sure that’s the one I felt pop first earlier. But if you make it easy for me to kill you then your host won’t have to lose both of them, how does that sound?”

The flames that danced along the edge of the blade were not of this world, and they seemed to speak of a power that could purge even the darkest of souls.

“You sorcerers are nasty flies. Always buzzing around where they’re not wanted. We’ll devour your fat tits after squeezing your soul from your body.”

It was a moment of unparalleled horror for Antonio as he realized what was happening to Vick. The bulge in his shorts grew back, the fabric stretching to contain something that was not of this world. The shadows around them grew denser, seeming to coalesce into a single, malevolent force that was now manifesting in the most primal and terrifying way.

“Hm. Castration it is then.”

It was in this heart-stopping moment that Itō made her move. With a swiftness that seemed to leave no sound, she sprinted towards the monstrous form that was once a man, her eyes locked on the crimson scar where Seraph had once cleaved.

Her legs propelled her off the ground and she soared over a dumpster, a figure of divine retribution in the grimy, neon-lit alley.

As she arced through the air, Leonardo’s blade of pure blue fire roared to life in her hand. The flames licked hungrily at the shadows that surrounded Vick, a stark contrast to the sickly black green aura that emanated from his twisted body.

Her target was clear—the curses most effeced areas, such as the scar where Seraph had once tasted his blood. As she descended, she brought the blade down in a swift, precise motion.

The shadowy fingers that had reattached themselves to Vick’s arm with a disturbing ease were no match for the purifying flame.

They sizzled and retreated as if burnt by holy fire.

But Vick was not as defenseless as he had been moments ago. With a snarl that seemed to shake the very air, he swung his newly reattached arm at her with inhuman speed. The fist, now grotesque and elongated by the curse, connected with a sound that was a cross between a wet smack and a bone-crunching impact.

It sent her flying backward, the wind knocked out of her.

Her chest took the brunt of the blow, the air leaving her lungs in a painful rush as she slammed into the alley wall. The world spun around her, stars exploding in her vision.

The impact sent a shockwave down her spine, and she felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder as it dislocated from its socket with a sickening pop.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed away from the wall, her right hand tightening around Leonardo’s hilt. The blade’s blue flames danced and crackled in the air, the light flickering over her face as she glared down at Vick.

The bastard had her leg in his iron tendril grip, his grin widening as he pulled her closer, his eyes alight with the dark power that had consumed him.

Itō’s left hand shot up, swiping Leonardo through the shadowy tendril that connected his arm to his body. The curse shrieked as the flames sliced through the unnatural bond, the shadow retreating with a hiss like a serpent burned by a hot poker.

But it was only a temporary victory—the curse was resilient, its power not easily vanquished.

Her right leg coiled back, the muscles in her thigh tightening as she readied for a strike. It was a move she had practiced countless times, a move that had brought many a man to his knees.

With all the strength she could muster, she SLAMS her sneaker’s toe into Vick’s hanging scrotum, aiming for the very center of his malformed bulge.

CRUNCH The impact was explosive, the sound of crunching nuts echoing through the alley.

”AHHHhhhHhh!!” Vick’s high-pitched scream was like nails on a chalkboard, a shriek that pierced the air and sent the local rats scurrying. His eyes bulged as his grip on her leg loosened, the shadows around his body retreating like a wave pulling back from the shore.

The smell of burning flesh filled the alley as the purifying fire from Leonardo’s blade seared the curse that had taken hold of him.

But Itō wasn’t done yet. With a fluid motion, she tossed the sword high into the night sky, the blue flames trailing after it like a fiery comet. Vick’s gaze followed it, his grin fading into a look of confusion and fear as she took advantage of his distraction.

Her left arm snapped back into place with a satisfying crack, the pain fueling her anger as she threw herself forward. Her fists curled into tight hooks, she slammed into Vick’s ribs with the force of a freight train. Two swift jabs, one after the other, cracked against his side.

The impact was like hitting a brick wall, but she felt something give under the pressure—his ribs, she hoped.

Anticipating his counter, she ducked under the wild swing he threw, her body moving with a liquid grace that belied her bruises and scrapes. He was strong, but she was fast. And she had something he didn’t—the power of being born ball-less.

Her forearm shot up to meet his, the impact jarring but not enough to stop her. She twisted, using his momentum against him, and slammed her elbow into his throat. The sound of cartilage crunching was music to her ears.

He choked and staggered back, giving her the opening she needed.

With a fiery snarl, Itō caught and brought Leonardo down in a swift, two handed, diagonal arc. The blade met with a sound that was half-sizzle, half-scream as it sliced through Vick’s enlarged testicles, the purifying flames devouring the curse that had taken hold of him.

Two large black orbs fell from the gaping wound in his shorts, hitting the ground with a wet thud. The shadows that had been coiling around his body recoiled, the curse's grip on him weakening as the dark magic was purged.

The slimey orbs bounced once before coming to rest in a puddle of shadow and blood, their malevolent energy covered them like steam.

Itō watched the scene unfold with a grim satisfaction. The curse was defeated, for now. She didn’t revel in the gore like other more twisted sorcerers, but she knew that sometimes, justice had to be served with a side of brutality.

She sheathed Leonardo with a practiced ease, the blue flames fading away as the sword returned to its dormant state. Vick passed out as hd toppled over, so Walking over to the twitching orbs on the ground, she felt a strange pull—a remnant of the dark power that had once inhabited them.

“I tried to give your owner a chance guys. Goodbye cursed Nuts…and I’m sorry.” With a firm step, she crushed the first one under her shoe, the shadowy essence seeping fully into the concrete.

The second followed with a similar destructive fate.

POP

The flicker of the TV cast an eerie glow over Darius’s living room, its shadows dancing on the walls like specters summoned from the depths of forgotten nightmares. As one of the cheesy 80’s slasher films blasted, echoing through the living room. Darius, a towering figure with a muscular frame and warm milk chocolate skin, he grabs a handful of popcorn, before chomping down on its buttery goodness. As he chewed his goatee accentuated his chiseled jaw, giving him an air of rugged charm. But it seems as though he wasn’t paying attention to the movie as his legs were spread open letting his large 9.5 inch cock pulse and twitch with each passing second.

Knelt before him, was Peach as she radiated elegance with her dark chocolate skin and striking platinum blonde box braids. The plumpness of her lips formed into a disappointed frown as she looked up at Darius’ twitching and erect cock, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she poked his cock a few times, watching it twitch before moving his cock to the side to look him in the eyes. Darius notices this and lets out a pissed off groan before finally speaking.

“Come on Peach!! We had a deal!” Darius says as he sits up a bit to look back at Peach’s mopey face.

“Yeah… I know bu—“ Peach’s sentence is cut off as Darius grabs her head and forces her down to throat his cock.

The sudden wave of pleasure washed over Darius as Peach’s soft glossy lips bobbed up and down on his cock, making the most sexiest slurping noises any man could hear. But after 15 seconds of getting his cock sucked Peach forces his hands off her head and stops sucking his cock.

“UGH!! Stop with the goddamn hands!! I can suck it mys—“ Peach’s frustration is cut off as Darius quickly claps back.

“Yea yea you can do it yourself blah blah!! Now can you get to sucking or do I have to call an uber?” Darius asks as he starts getting annoyed with Peach’s complaints.

“Ugh…Paul never used his hands when I suc—“ Peach’s sentence is cut off yet again as Darius claps back with another rude remark.

“Well Paul is a fucking loser whose balls got popped!! Now can you PLEASE get to sucking?!” Darius says as he leans back down waiting for Peach’s soft lips to touch his throbbing hard cock.

With a few seconds of silence Peach finally starts sucking his cock again, as she cups his full low hanging balls in one hand, bobbing her head up and down and even swirling her tongue around Darius’ cock head, sending tremors of pleasure through his cock. After 45 seconds of sucking his cock Peach feels Darius large veiny hands grab her head and forced it down, making her deepthroat his cock, a few seconds go by and Peach feels like she’s losing air as he still hasn’t let her head go, so in the heat of the moment she grabs his balls and gives them a flattening squeeze, with a loud—

CRUNCH

Darius lets out a loud scream comedically screaming the same time the jock in the horror movie does as he’s getting murdered. But Darius’ scream is like music to Peach’s ears as her vice like grip tightens more and more, and after 20 seconds of painful squeezing she finally lets his testicles go and storms off outside and slams the door.

“W-Wait… P-Peach!! Oof~ my balls….. GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!!” Darius shouts feeling a wave of emotions but most of all feeling an aching pain in his babymakers.

After 5 seconds of painful silence Darius leans his head back on his couch and lets out a deep breath, now that he’s been blue balled after he was so close to cumming. He couldn’t help but curse himself out for letting his horniness ruin his chances of cumming, it’s been 4 days since he last came because he was specifically waiting for Peach to suck him off until he blew a huge load down her throat.

After a few minutes of reminiscing, Darius dozes off feels to sleep, but an hour later he feels a warm and wet texture around his cock, as he slowly starts to wake up, he can see a figure bobbing up and down on his cock sending pleasure through his barely conscious body.

“P-Peach…? Is that you?” He says as his voice is a little more deeper from now waking up.

The figure doesn’t reply but instead lets out a feminine moan as it stops sucking his cock and starts stroking it before moving down to start sucking his low hanging sperm tanks. Darius had never had his balls so feeling this new tsunami of pleasure made Darius’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a loud moan. But the figure keeps sucking his balls and rolling its tongue around them, feeling the large egg shaped organs, Darius’ vision finally clears and he sees that it’s not Peach that’s sucking his cock, it’s Luna The Sadistic Clown. Fear finally sets in as Darius try’s to get up and escape but he notices his arms and legs are cuffed by a magical force.

Darius feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. But at the same time he’s feeling an intense amount of pleasure from Luna sucking on his balls, with comedic and exaggerated slurping noises, as her hand continues to stroke his leaking cock, and before he knows it he’s about to cum

“A-Ah~ I’m gonna…c-CUMMMMM!!!” Daryl shouts out as Luna continues sucking on his babymakers.

As Darius finishes his sentence Luna looks up at his face and sees his mouth wide open with drool coming from his mouth, his eyes going crossed, and his large restrained hands gripping the couch tighter and tighter. Luna couldn’t help but feel her pussy get drenched as she’s never seen someone so sexy. But as she takes in the sexy view of a boy who’s having the time of his life right now, she immediately stops sucking on his balls and opens her mouth revealing razor sharp teeth with dried blood stains and tiny bits of testicle flesh from her last meal, she bites down on Darius’ balls like they were chocolate easter eggs with a sickening—

CHOMP SQUELCH POP

Darius’ left testicle quickly gives into the nut-crunching bite while his right one still has a bit of fight in it, but feeling the sharp pain in his now mushy testicle Darius lets out a blood curdling scream as he feels his left sperm tank pop in the jaws of Luna, as bloody cum starts spurting out his cock, landing onto her large boobs, but she’s not done just yet as she bites down hard again on his remaining sperm tank with a—

CHOMP CRUNCH

It still doesn’t pop, but she can feel it getting weaker as Darius continues to beg her to stop but all she does is brush her finger across his lips making a shushing noise, as her elongated tongue licks off the bloody cum that landed on her boobs. She looks up at Darius’ face and sees that tears are pouring down his cheeks as the pain is just unbearable to him. But she doesn’t care as she takes his sack out her mouth and says—

“Hm this is one tough NUT to crack~!!” She lets out a maniacal laugh as Darius knows his balls are screwed.

She grabs a sharpening tool and puts it in her mouth as she moves it back and forth against her teeth making them sharper and sharper. After 20 seconds of sharpening them she throws the tool behind her and a loud crash is heard with the comedic cat screeching, to test how sharp her teeth were she pokes them with her finger, drawing a bead of blood.

“Mmmm~ Perfect!!” Luna says in a loud moan as she crouches back down to Darius’ remaining ball.

Feeling her warm breath on his testicle Darius just lays his head back and accepts fate. Seeing him give up so easily makes Luna frown a bit so instead of biting his remaining nut into a mushy mess, she just sends a hard punch into it with a—

CRUNCH

Darius’ eyes widen from the blunt hit as he lets out a choked grunt, before cupping his ball groaning in pain, he then realizes that he isn’t restrained anymore and Luna is nowhere to be seen, the only thing that’s left is a sticky note that says—

“You’re in luck!! I was feeling full!! ;))”

Christmas season was in full swing and Courtney couldn’t be any more thrilled. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she danced to the festive tunes blasting on the speaker. This time of year had always been her favorite filled with joy, cheer, and the warm glow of twinkling lights. This year was no exception, especially since she had convinced Alex to let her go all out on decorating the house, even the outfit she wore was Christmas-themed. 

She was wearing a tiny red velvet dress that had a white fluffy fur trim. The neckline plunged downward showing off Courtney’s full breasts as they jiggled with every happy bounce she made. The way the white fur caressed her cleavage made it impossible not to want to rest your face in her soft and inviting pillows. The dress’s skirt had the same white edging that ended just below her thighs. She wore red and white striped stockings that spiraled up her toned legs turning them into candy canes. To top off the ensemble a tiny Santa’s hat rested on her head with her blonde hair falling in loose curls framing her delicate face

Alex on the other hand had opted for a much more comfortable look by wearing a pair of loose green Sweatpants and an ugly Knitted Christmas sweater. The knitted sweater was slightly on the tight side showing off his skinny but muscular frame. His messy brown hair was hidden under a Santa hat that he had been made to wear.

“Can you help me, Alex?”

Alex saw Courtney stretched out trying to place the star on top of the tree. She was trying to keep balance with her red platform as the chair wobbled beneath her. As she reached higher her skirt rode up giving Alex an excellent view of her red lace panties.

“Sure thing.”

Not missing a opportunity he reached out and firmly grab Courtney’s ass as a way to help support her. She let out a little surprised yelp as his cold hands tightly squeezed her ass cheeks. Courtney continued to do little bunny hops to try to reach but was still unsuccessful. 

“If only these shoes were a few centimeters taller,” Courtney said frustratedly as she jumped up one more time.

Her skirt fully flew up revealing her toned ass peaking out the side of  her tight little panties. Alex leaned closer to her ass as if in a trance. As Courtney landed her sharp heel slammed down on Alex’s balls which were now resting on the chair. HE lurched forward as his scream was muffled between her plump cheeks.

“Whatever you're doing is working Alex.” Said Courtney. She balanced up on her toes causing all her weight pushed down flattening his nuts against the chair as she put the star on the tree. “Wow! It looks beautiful.”

She jumped with joy sending another jolt of pain as she landed on his balls. Alex’s knees buckled as he fell backward taking Courtney with him. She fell backward her thighs straddled around his face while she face-planted straight into Alex’s groin. The vibrations of Alex’s scream tickled Courtney’s pussy.

“Oh! An early Christmas Gift for me.” She said as she rubbed her crotch against Alex’s face. “I might as well give you yours early as well.”

Courtney rubbed Alex’s penis through his sweatpants. Alex’s penis began to twitch as he fought through the throbbing pain. With one swift motion, she pulled down the elastic band of his sweatpants and caught his dick in her mouth as it sprung up.

He began to reciprocate the favor as his hand pulled her panties aside so his tongue had access to her clit. Courtney let out a soft moan as her tongue darted around his tip.

He closed his eyes as her tongue swirled around his cock like a dance. He felt his balls tighten as he was already on the edge. It had now been months since he had finish. He had come close a few weeks ago but the encounter had only left his balls now with a constant ache. All he wanted this year for Christmas was to finally blow his load and as her tongue licked his penis like a candy cane he thought he might finally get his wish.

A knock on the door snapped both of them back to reality.

“Oh, that must be Amber and Brooke.” Courtney said as she disconnected her mouth from his penis with a pop. She let go of Alex’s waistband as it snapped back into his balls with a loud thwack. 

Courtney gracefully climbed off him as her skirt fell back down covering her ass. Alex’s face scrunched up in pain as the pleasure left his body. The ache in his balls was now becoming unbearable and it wasn’t just from the constant walloping they took but also from the denial of release.

“We will have to open out presents later,” she said looking down at him as she licked her lips clean of his precum unaware of his plight. She took a moment to fix her hair and adjust her cleavage in her dress before heading to the door.

 “Merry fucking Christmas to me.” He mumbled through gritted teeth as he rolled over to his side. He couldn’t believe his luck; after months of edging and denial, he was so close to finally releasing his pent-up cum. His testicles felt like two overfilled water balloons ready to burst at any moment. He adjusted his still semi hard dick so it wouldn’t be to noticeable for the guests.

Courtney swung open the door with a cheerful flourish before letting out an excited scream at the sight of her two friends.

“Oh my god! You both look amazing!”

Alex stumbled up behind Courtney still groggy from the whiplash of pleasure to pain. As Alex’s vision cleared he was treated to the sight of Courtney’s two best friends who had both gone all out on their Christmas outfits.

Amber was wearing a brown Swede mini skirt which clung tightly to her ass and a long-sleeved brown button-up crop top. The top 3 buttons had already popped open while the remaining two strained to keep her perky rack contained. Amber had done up her red vibrant hair into a bun with a pair of antlers sitting on top.

Amber bounced into the house giving Courtney a massive hug. Alex watched as the two girls' racks squeezed together. If anyone could rival Courtney’s perfect huge tits it would be Amber. 

Alex turned to Brooke, who was watching the two girls hugging with the same look that Alex had. She had on a white dress that sparkled when it hit a certain light. The top of the dress had a cross-crossing of silky ribbon that formed a corseting effect which pushed her breasts into a perfect display of cleavage. Her long Olive legs popped between the contrast of her pleated skirt and the white furry Ugg boots she was wearing. Her brown hair was braided into two pigtails that bobbed against her shoulders.

Courtney turned to Brooke with another scream as she jumped before giving her a hug

“It’s been too long since I have seen you guys,” Courtney said as she made a pouty face.

“I brought some goodies for both of you.” Said Amber who motioned to Brooke.

Brooke smiled as she lifted a container of gingerbread cookies and passed them to Courtney.

“Wow these smell amazing,” said Alex as he leaned forward to grab one.

Amber quickly slapped his hand away from the cookies with a devilish smile.

“Those aren’t for you but don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you.” 

Amber pulled out a wooden-looking doll from a bag. It was dressed in a short blue Russian dress with large carved breasts. It had a blue drummer's hat on its head and high-heeled clogs on it feet. Its face looked a bit blocky as it looked like it had a large mouth carved into it. 

“Thanks?” Said Alex looking at the doll. “What exactly is it sorry?”

Amber’s eyes light up as if she was waiting for Alex to ask that question.

“It’s a nutcracker!”

Before it clicked in Alex’s brain Amber swung the busty doll straight up into his un expecting crotch. As she slammed down the lever on its back there was a loud sickly crunching sound as the doll's mouth closed around Alex’s soft scrotum. His scream caught in his mouth as his eyes nearly jumped out of his head.

The three girls burst into laughter. Alex jumped trying to pull the feminine nutcracker from his testicles but the mouth had seized up locking tightly around his nuts like a vice.

Realizing it was stuck caused the three girls to go even deeper into hysterics, their laughter echoing off the walls as they watched him hop around like a madman. Courtney was unable to hold it in she had slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles as her eyes watering with delight. Brooke, on the other hand, had to sit down on the couch as her shoulders shook with silent giggles as she tried to keep her composure.

“I can’t get it off!”

With panic in his eyes, he tried to pry it off with his trembling fingers. Alex looked down as if to plead with the inanimate object but The nutcracker remained steadfast only its carved smile gleamed back at him. 

“Come on Alex can’t you take a joke,” Amber said in a mocking tone.

Courtney came to Alex’s aid as she kneeled to inspect Alex’s crotch. She gave the lever a wiggle causing Alex to wince.

“That’s the wrong direction!” Alex shrieked as his voice instantly turned falsetto as the vice tightened around his tender nuts.

“Oops,” Courtney said with a soft chuckle. She leaned closer to have a better look. It was hard to tell but to her, it looked like his sweatpants had been lodged in the nutcracker's teeth. “I think it’s just your pants that are caught in the gears.”

“If you pull down his pants fast enough they might become untangled.” Brooke Piped up who instantly got a death stare from Amber. 

Courtney nodded and quickly yanked down Alex's pants. With one quick motion, Alex’s pants were down by his ankles but the nutcracker stayed securely lodged on his dangling balls. It was like the magic trick where you pull the table cloth but the glasses stay standing.

Courtney leaned closer again to see why the doll didn’t move.

“Oh my god girls, you need to see this.”

Courtney pointed to Alex’s crotch as her voice quivered on the verge of hysterics. Alex’s right testicle was being held tightly between the doll's wooden teeth while his left testicle had been lodged between the gears that opened and closed the nutcracker. The girls all looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

“Wow, Amber you have good aim.” Brooke giggled.

“That nutcracker is good at its job.” Amber chuckled.

“Please can you get it off,” Alex said too afraid to look down. 

“Can’t it just slip off?” Brooke pulled down hard on the nutcracker. Her eyes went wide with surprise as she watched Alex’s ballsack stretch to the limit. 

“Keep pulling Brooke. I think they are about to come off.” Amber said with a smile plastered across her face. 

Brooke looked nervously at Alex as she put all her weight on it. Alex’s voice cracked as he let out a long falsetto note as his knees buckled underneath him.

“You’d be perfect at Christmas caroling now,” Courtney said with a smile. 

Alex’s balls were throbbing now it almost felt like the pain was in his throat. He looked up at the girls with pleading eyes as they circled him. 

“Umm… we might have a problem,” Brooke said as she pointed down at his crotch. Alex's balls were now a very angry red color as they began to swell. His testicles misshaping around the confines of his wooden prison. 

“What if we put something wet on them to loosen them up?” Brooke said.

“That’s a great idea, Brooke. I have some eggnog just over there in a pitcher.” Courtney said pointing over to the coffee table. Brooke bounced away as she came back with a metal pitcher.

Brooke was about to pour the contents over his balls when Alex noticed steam coming from the pitcher.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I don’t think that is eggnog.” Shouted Alex

Brooke abruptly stopped causing a bit of the liquid to splash out onto her hands and Alex's balls. He clenched his teeth in pain as just a tiny splash from the boiling liquid caused him excruciating agony. Alex had to let out a sigh thankful that it was just a tiny bit of the molten beverage against to his sensitive skin rather then the whole pitcher.

“Ouch that really hurt.” Brooke said as she sucked on her burnt finger.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry Brooke but that must have been the coco.” Said Courtney who tended to her friend with concern.

“Well I’m glad I didn’t spill more of it. I love coco.”

“I’ll go get the Eggnog.”

Courtney ran off and returned with another pitcher. Just before  she was about to throw its contents Alex threw up his hands in protest.

“Wait..wait…is that the eggnog this time?” 

Courtney looked into the pitcher to double-check that was indeed the eggnog. With a nod to Alex , she poured the liquid over his balls. Alex let out a sigh of release as the cool liquid soothed his balls. 

“Ok girls I think this will be a 3 way effort. Think all of us need to pull.” Courtney said with authority.

“I want a testicle!” Amber piped up. 

“Ok, you and Brooke each take a ball and I’ll take the nutcracker.” Courtney nodded.

"Do i have to take a testicle." said Brooke. Her face contorted in disgust but she reached down tentatively taking hold of one of Alex’s swollen testicles while Amber grabbed the other one with surprising enthusiasm.

“Ok on the count of…” Courtney was interrupted by Alex letting out a scream as Amber twisted his right testicle. Courtney gave her a quick glare before continuing. “3….2…1… pull!”

The three of them heaved on their respective ends. Courtney pulled on the nutcracker handle while Amber and Brooke tugged at Alex’s swollen balls. The wood of the doll was slick from the eggnog and his skin was hot and tender to their touch. Alex tried to to keep any sense of dignitary he had left as he watched his friends treat his genitals like a tug-of-war rope. With each tug, the wooden teeth dug deeper into his flesh and the gears of the nutcracker seemed to clench tighter around his left nut.

“Come on, girls, just get me out of here” He gritted through clenched teeth.

Amber and Brooke paused their tug-of-war, looking at Courtney for guidance. Courtney’s eyes twinkled as she tried to keep her laughter in check but the sight of Alex’s red swollen balls being squeezed was almost too much to handle, but she managed to compose herself.

“Amber and Brooke you need to pull in the same direction not against each other."

Courtney's voice was filled with mirth as she tried to guide them. With a nod the girls pulled in unison this time. With a loud pop, the nutcracker finally released its grip. Alex fell backward as he lost his balance but was stopped from hitting the floor by both Amber and Brooke. Who had both kept ahold of his balls tightly in his hand. Alex's mouth was wide in a silent scream but nothing came out as he was suspended above the floor by his balls. Brooke looked down at her hand as Alex’s inflated testicle stared back at her.

“Eww!” Brooke said as she quickly dropped Alex’s right ball. Alex's eyes went wide as all his weight was now being put on his left testicle. 

“Oh my God!” Courtney screamed in surprise. “It’s snowing outside.”

The attention instantly withdrew from Alex as the three girls ran outside. Amber still had Alex’s left testicle gripped tightly so he was dragged along as all three girls ran outside. 

The girls Looked out over the porch as the soft snow fell into the backyard. The freezing weather hit the girls' skin causing their nipples to instantly poke through their skimpy clothing. Alex’s scrotum instantly began to shrink with the contact from the cold wind whipping against his exposed neither region. 

“Can you please let go now?” Said Alex his voice horse as his breath was visible. 

Amber smiled as she gave Alex’s testicle a hard squeeze before letting go. Alex crumbled against the cold deck as he felt the chill of the cold surface sting his skin. The pain was so great he just lay on the ground the cold surface somewhat soothing his exposed flesh. 

“Stop being so lazy Alex. You’re missing the beautiful snow,” Courtney said as she grabbed Alex’s shoulder lifting him and causing him to let out a high-pitched yelp. Courtney rolled her eyes at his reaction. “What now?”

“You know how your tongue when it’s wet and cold can stick to things. Well, I think…you know…his.” Brooke said as she pointed down at Alex.

“His nuts are frozen to the porch!!” Said Amber with glee.

Courtney looked down at the sight of Alex’s scrotum stretched to the max. His balls looked blue as there was a thin sheet of ice holding them firmly to the ground.

“Wow, your little guys are really getting in the way today.” Said Courtney with a chuckle.

“Please! Just get them free.” Said Alex completely defeated to have his balls stuck again just moments later.

“I have an idea.” Said Amber as she ran off to the tool shed. 

Brooke and Courtney shrugged wondering why Amber was being so helpful and out of character. A few moments later Amber returned with a pair of garden shears.

“How about these?” Amber said her toothy grin gleaming almost as much as the shears as she snipped them in the air.

“Good thinking Amber,” Brooke said giving her a thumbs up.

“No way!” Alex cried in horror.

“Maybe that’s a Plan B. What if we just try to dislodge them first,” Courtney said as she kicked her pointed shoe into Alex’s balls He let out a cry. 

“Maybe a bit harder!” Said Amber still eagerly holding the shears.

Courtney stomped down with her heeled stiletto trying to chip away at the ice but only bludgeoned Alex’s scrotum.

“Wow, they really are frozen. Brooke your boots are bigger than my shoes. Give them a good kick.” 

Brooke bounced over as she eyed her target. She threw her foot back pointing them at his balls as if she were about to kick a field goal. Her foot swang at lightning-fast speed as it hit its target dead on. Alex’s body convulsed as his balls almost felt like they were going to rip off. 

“Wow, they are really stuck.” Courtney reached down grabbing his balls. As she yanked them up it caused them to stretch like an elastic band. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop! That’s not working.” He said whimpering trying to protect his balls and at the same time wanting them free. 

“Maybe it’s time for Plan B?” Said Brooke.

Before Brooke had finished her sentence Amber was already holding the shears up with excitement.

“What about some warm water or something?” Alex quickly started pitching ideas. Grimacing every time Courtney pulled up on his ballsack.

“We used up all the hot cocoa already?” Brooke said with a shrug. 

Amber made a clipping sound with the shears as she stepped closer.

“Everyone stop!” Said Alex with panic as he tried to stand up but was forced back to his knees as his nuts stopped him.

The three girls paused as they all stared at him watching and waiting.

“I mean they do seem to just get in the way all the time. Why do you need them anyway?” Asked Courtney as she tilted her head. 

“Courtney?” He looked at his girlfriend shocked. “They are a really important part of me. You know that.”

“I mean they look pretty gross to me.” Said Brooke as she pointed at his Balls that had gone a sickly purple. 

“Let’s just cut his snow globes free.” Said Amber taking a step closer.

“Courtney they help me make you feel good. Remember a few weeks ago.”

Courtney smiled and nodded as she bit her lips.

“Can we make a decision either way I’m getting cold.” Said Brooke squeezing her arms together causes her C cups to mound up.

“Ok let’s keep my Boyfriend intact.” Courtney nodded. 

“Thank God!” Alex sighed with relief.

 “They’re turning so many colors, it’s like a Christmas light show down there!” Courtney knelt down beside him, her cold fingers gently probing the icy cage that held his testicles captive.

“Maybe we should just let them thaw out naturally?” Brooke suggested as her teeth chattered from the cold.

“But what if they get frostbite?” Alex exclaimed.

“Wouldn’t that be a festive twist?” Amber smirked under her breath.

“It is getting pretty cold. Maybe we should go inside and think of a plan.” Said Courtney standing up with determination.

“Don’t go anywhere, Alex.” Laughed Amber

Alex looked longingly as the three girls turned their back on  him as the swayed into the house.

“Oh I’ll reheat that coco so we can get warm.” Said Courtney to the girls before closing the door.

Alex sat there on the cold porch with his skin exposed to the elements. His breath was coming in short bursts and his teeth chattered as the cold wind hit his exposed flesh. He looked longingly through the window as the three girls sat around the fireplace cheerfully chatting. Courtney brought them fresh hot coco as they began to sip it as they giggled about something that had nothing to do with his current predicament. It was like they had forgotten about him entirely.

Alex’s mind raced as the cold seeped into his bones. He knew he had to do something, and fast. He tried to inch his way closer to the door, his eyes never leaving the warm glow of the fireplace. With every movement he felt the cold sting of the ice sending a jolt of pain up his spine.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he heard the door creak open and Courtney’s face appeared in the doorway holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"I figured this might help," she said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Alex took a deep breath knowing what had to be done. Giving Courtney a knowing nodded he braced himself.

Without a second thought, Courtney leaned over and gently tipped the steaming cup over his icy testicles. The contrast between the burning liquid and the frigid ice was more than Alex could bear. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a guttural scream ripped from his throat. The hot cocoa instantly melted the ice, freeing his balls, but the pain was indescribable. The searing heat of the liquid seared his skin and the sudden warmth caused his balls to feel like they were on fire.

"All better," Courtney said sweetly  as she stepped aside, allowing him to stumble into the house. 

His eye were on the brink of tears as his breaths came in ragged gasps. Amber and Brooke looked up from their cocoas their faces sparkling with amusement at the sight of his red testicles bouncing as he hobbled into the living room.  Alex’s vision went blurry as he collapsed to the ground motionless.

“Oh, I didn't get finish giving him his Christmas present." Said Courtney sadly as she pouted her soft lips.

She sat at her desk looking over the latest earnings report when she heard a loud knock on the door.

“Come in!” She said.

The door swung open and a young handsome man in an expensive suit swaggered into her office.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked.

“Sit!” She replied.

She gestured to a plush chair located across from her desk. He sauntered over to the chair and sat down.

“So what’s this about Cheryl?” He asked.

She opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a stack of papers and then tapped them with her index finger.

“These are complaints about your behavior from most of the female staff,” she replied.

He scoffed.

“They should feel lucky I pay them any attention at all,” he said.

She slammed her fist on her desk causing him to jump.

“You stupid bastard! Do you realize what you’ve done? You opened this firm up to a dozen lawsuits! I should have you dragged out of here and tossed out on your ass!” She snapped.

The cocky look fell from his face, and he shifted in the chair uncomfortably.

“Look I uh may have gone a little overboard…” he replied.

“A little overboard! You cornered Ms. Oswald and groped her in front of the fucking security camera!” She said.

She stood and stalked over to him he held his hands up as she neared.

“Look I’ll apologize, and I’ll do it in front of everyone will that be enough for you?” He asked.

“Not even close!” She replied.

“Then what do you want from me?” He asked.

“Stand up!” She replied.

“What?” He asked.

“Stand the fuck up!” She replied.

He stood up from the chair standing a full foot taller than her. She looked up at him for a moment before grabbing him by the collar and then slamming her knee into his groin with all her might. He let out a pained whine and doubled over. She took a step back as he clutched his battered manhood.

“If you ever want to work in this town again, you’re going to drop your hands and take it like a man, do you understand me?!” She asked.

He nodded.

“I asked you a fucking question!” She added.

“Yes Ma’am!” He replied.

He took a breath and then stood up straight letting go of his crotch. She took a calming breath and then lashed out slamming the toe of her designer shoes directly into his groin, the impact sending a shock through her leg. He crumpled to the ground clutching himself again. She kicked his legs apart and then jabbed the heel of her shoe into his hands until he let go of himself. Once his crotch was exposed, she landed a few more powerful blows before stomping down on his genitals and grinding the tip of her shoe into his scrotum. He screamed and writhed on the ground though oddly he became erect his member straining the expensive fabric of his suit.

“You really are a degenerate you know that?” She asked.

She lifted her leg and then stomped down on his stiff member with the heel of her shoe. He howled in pain, the dark stain of his sticky seed soaked through his pants near the head of his member. The sight of his foul emission enraged her, her face twisted in rage and started to viciously kick him pummeling his already abused manhood with all over her might. After several minutes she stopped stumbling away and breathing hard sweat dripping from her face.

“Get out!” She said.

He lay on the floor whimpering for a moment before rolling on his side and crawling out of her office. Once the door closed behind her she took another deep breath before returning to her desk and sitting down. She ignored the dampness between her legs as she went back to her reports.

Long time no see! TL;DR - Here's a short story about CB & BB! I recently saw some others discussing the topic and it occurred to me that I'd never written a story involving CB, despite having dabbled with it in real life. I'm no expert. Obviously my interests are more on the BB side of things, but I figured maybe I could try my hand at doing a fun story between a couple who partakes in both. Hope everyone has a good holiday season and happy new year, cheers!

The morning sun poured through the kitchen windows like drizzled honey filling those little squares on waffles. Light caught the sheer, wispy curtains casting a soft glow over the shared laughter of a young couple. Marissa leaned back in her chair, legs stretching lazily under the table, a mischievous glint in her eye as she watched Jesse clear the breakfast dishes. They had only just finished and her boyfriend of three years was quick to clear up any messes.

His broad shoulders flexed as he moved, the loose basketball shorts barely clinging to his hips, each step causing the fabric to shift and outline the generous length beneath. She bit her lip at the sight; not out of shyness, but hunger, desire. “Careful. You keep waltzing around like that, and I might start thinking you’re asking for it," she teased, leaning her chin on her hand.

Jesse glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Asking for-" he paused and looked down before returning his eyes to hers with a smirk. Marissa was insatiable at times, her libido always keeping things charged and fresh between them. "Uh-huh, is that right?” he quipped, stacking the dishes. “Maybe I'll show you a good time, if you stop ogling me long enough to h-!"

Before he could finish, Marissa’s hand lashed out, her knuckles landing a cheeky, backhanded slap to his balls. It wasn’t a full-force shot, but the smack was enough to make Jesse jolt, sucking in a sharp breath as he reflexively leaned forward, the dishes in his hands rattling. "Oough..Fffuck!"

“Oops,” Marissa giggled, her sapphire eyes twinkling with mock innocence as she stood up. She stretched her arms over her head, the hem of Jesse’s oversized shirt riding up to tease the curve of her thighs. “Sorry, babe. Reflex.”

Jesse turned slowly, setting the bowls down on the counter with deliberate care. His expression shifted, a cocky grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened. “Oh, you're going to pay for that one.”

Marissa snorted, sauntering toward the door. “Please, you wouldn’t dare—"

His punch came out of nowhere. Not a full-blown swing, but a quick, precise jab with just enough momentum to smack square against her pussy lips through the thin fabric of the shirt. Marissa froze mid-step, her eyes widening as the sharp sting radiated through her core. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly before she spun around to face him. “Oh, you bastard!”

Jesse leaned against the counter, his grin widening. “What? It was a reflex.”

Marissa narrowed her eyes, the flush in her cheeks giving away more than just irritation. “Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?”

“Clever enough to know you can’t take a hit like I can."

“Oh, is that so?”

The challenge in his voice ignited something in her. Marissa’s lips curled into a slow, devious smile as she stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his.

“Well, if you’re so confident, how about we settle this?”

“Settle what, exactly?”

“A game. You versus me. Toe-to-toe. Mano y mano."

"I don't think that means what you think it means."

"Hush, don't interrupt. It's rude," Marissa shot him a glare. "Let’s see who can take a hit better.” She poked a finger at his chest. “Roshambo.”

Jesse blinked, then let out a low chuckle. “Roshambo? You know that's not what you're thinking it means, right? Unless you actually mean you want to play rock, paper, scissors?"

Marissa's brow furrowed in frustration. “Keep it up and I'll be playing and you'll be spectating from the floor. Are you going to play or not?”

"Alright, fine. But don’t come crying to me when you’re curled up on the floor, begging for mercy.”

“Oh, trust me, babe. I won’t be the one begging.”

As they moved to the living room where they had the most open space, both of them started rearranging the furniture in a way that gave them plenty of room to play. Their playful banter only intensified as they smack-talked one another, the stakes unspoken but palpable. This was a game of bragging rights, after all. He bounced in place as he offered her a cocky smirk. Jesse’s lips quirked in a smirk as his towering body loomed over her, his loose basketball shorts swaying slightly with his shifting stance. Marissa mirrored his grin, her blonde hair falling messily over one shoulder as she adjusted the oversized shirt she wore; his shirt. Jesse rolled his shoulders, his confidence unwavering as he prepared himself for whatever she had in store.

“Ladies first. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” Marissa said with a wicked smile, her leg already sliding back in preparation for the opening strike. She flexed her toes against the carpet, getting a feel for the distance as she eyed him up and down. She took a slow step back, her bare feet curling against the cool carpeted floor. Her eyes flicked down briefly, noting the subtle bounce of his balls beneath the thin material.

Jesse raised a brow, the challenge clear in her voice. “You think you can break me?” He stepped closer, his loose shorts doing little to hide the outline of his cock as it stirred beneath the fabric. Jesse spread his legs slightly, giving her an inviting target as he placed his hands on his hips. “You’re welcome to try.”

“Oh, I plan to. You sure you're ready?”

“Give me your best shot.”

Marissa didn’t hesitate. Having already drawn he leg back, she swung her leg forward, the tops of her toes colliding squarely with Jesse’s balls. The sound cut through the room like those party snappers kids use in the summer, followed immediately by a guttural groan from Jesse.

The pain hit him in waves, radiating outward from his fat nuts and clawing up into his stomach like icy tendrils. The length of his cock had draped over her ankle for a brief moment before she withdrew her foot. His knees buckled slightly, thighs trembling as his cock twitched involuntarily in response. He doubled over just enough to meet Marissa’s gaze, his face pale and glistening with sweat.

“Fuck,” he managed, his voice tight. “You weren’t kidding.”

Marissa giggled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and superiority. She felt a tingle rush through her body, pooling low in her abdomen as her bare toes wiggled slightly, still tingling from the strike. “You’re tougher than I thought,” she admitted, stepping back to give him room. “Your turn.”

Jesse straightened slowly, his breath coming in measured gasps. The lingering ache in his balls sent a shiver up his spine, but beneath the pain, there was a flicker of something else. He shifted, his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his shorts, as her busting of his balls had given him an intoxicating high. The pain serving as twisted fuel for his arousal.

“Alright, let’s see how you handle it.”

Marissa squared her shoulders, spreading her legs slightly in preparation. She kept her eyes on his face, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as anticipation coiled tightly in her core.

Jesse stepped closer, his eyes locking onto the space between her thighs and raised his leg. He thrust his calf forward with a snapping motion, the bridge of his foot striking her mound squarely through the thin material of his shirt. She had tucked the confines of his shirt between her legs to help soften the blow with the cotton, but it did little to avail her of the ache that followed.

Marissa’s gasp was sharp and immediate, her body jolting from the force of the blow. A deep, throbbing ache bloomed between her thighs. The lips of her cunt had felt pinched between his foot and her body, the pain radiating outward in pulsating waves that left her trembling. Marissa's knees buckled slightly as she pressed her thighs together. Her hand instinctively reaching out to steady herself against his chest.

“Shit,” she hissed, her breath shaky as she leaned against him. “That...that was something.”

“Too much?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with genuine care.

Marissa shook her head, her blonde hair brushing against her flushed cheeks. “Not even close.” Her voice was softer now, tinged with a mix of challenge and something deeper. She shifted slightly, her thighs rubbing together as a damp warmth spread between them. Trying to hide the dampening hem of his shirt, she focused herself on something that excited her even further. "It's my turn~!"

She stepped back, her smirk returning as she adjusted her stance. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy.”

Jesse chuckled, though the strain in his voice was evident. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Marissa swung her leg again, this time with more force. Her bare toes crashed into his balls with a dull thud, flattening them against his pelvis. The impact sent a shockwave through his body while his cock twitched violently. He doubled over with a strained groan. The pain was sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it was a growing heat. His cock throbbed against the confines of his shorts, the fabric dampening slightly as pre-cum leaked from the tip.

Marissa watched him closely, her heart pounding as her arousal built. She felt a rush of power, a heady mix of control and intense desire. She took in his trembling form as if she was watching him strip naked, the sensation of seeing him struggle and remain vulnerable filled her with a warm lust.

“How’s that for a warm-up?” she teased, her voice husky.

“I’d say it’s my turn,” he said, straightening himself up with noticable effort.

Marissa braced herself, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her thighs tense in preparation of Jesse’s retaliation. She smirked, but the quick rise and fall of her chest betrayed her anticipation. Beneath the hem of the oversized shirt, her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, hardened from both the cool air and the surge of pleasure and excitement coursing through her.

Jesse stepped forward, his loose shorts swaying slightly as he positioned himself. His eyes flickered down to Marissa’s legs, catching the subtle sheen of sweat on her inner thighs, a telling sign of her arousal. His cock twitched again, painfully stiff and almost begging for release, but he forced himself to focus.

“What are you waiting for? You scared?”

“You’re the one who’s going to regret this.” He raised his foot deliberately, his big toe brushing lightly against her thigh before thrusting upward with precision.

The flat of his toes collided with her pussy lips, the impact landing hard and flush against her unmistakibly wet mound with a fleshy slap. His big toe dug in a little deep causing Marissa let out a sharp cry. Her hips jerking backward instinctively as the shock of the blow tore through her. The thin material of the shirt offering no real protection, and the force sent a deep, resonating ache radiating to her core.

Her knees trembled, her legs nearly buckling as she pressed her thighs together tightly. A soft whimper escaped her lips, though her hand shot out to steady herself on the back of a nearby chair before she could collapse entirely.

The pain was sharp and throbbing, a fiery pulse that seemed to grip her entire lower half. But beneath the sting, Marissa felt a wave of heat that made her thighs clench tighter. The ache blended with her arousal, each throb amplifying the growing wetness between her legs.

She exhaled shakily, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before reopening to meet Jesse’s. “Not bad, but you’ll have to try harder-.” she began, but was cut off by Jesse slapping the underside of her left tit. She squeaked and scowled at him before turning away. "You little shit!" came her voice, slightly breathless. She straightened slowly, her movements deliberate as she reached down to brush her fingertips over her throbbing mound. Her lips quirked into a small smile.

Jesse raised an eyebrow, noting the way her fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary. He could see the growing wet spot forming on the fabric of his shirt which she wore and felt his own arousal surge in response.

Marissa grinned, her confidence returning as she repositioned herself. Her bare feet felt warm against the floor as she balanced her weight, her eyes fixed on the inviting bulge in his shorts. She could see the outline of his cock pressing insistently against the fabric, the head glistening faintly with pre-cum. "You're going to pay for that one."

She took a deep breath, swinging her leg back before rocketing it forward with all her strength. Her instep crashed into his balls, flattening them against his pelvis with a sickening crunch.

Jesse’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open as a guttural groan escaped him. His entire body tensed, his hands instinctively shooting between his legs over his nuts as he doubled over. The pain was overwhelming, a deep, throbbing ache that spread from his groin up into his stomach, twisting his insides into knots.

His legs quivered, barely able to hold him upright as his cock pulsed wildly, a bead of pre-cum dripping down the tip. The ache was searing, but the sensation of Marissa’s foot connecting with his balls brought with it an electric charge that made his cock throb harder.

Marissa stepped back, watching him intently. Her own body buzzed with energy, her arousal spiking as she saw the raw, visceral reaction she had drawn out of him. She could feel the wetness pooling in her loins, the fabric of his tee clinging to her slick folds as her thighs rubbed together.

“Hot fucking damn... didn’t think I’d get you that good,” she said, her voice laced with sexually-charged satisfaction.

Before Jesse could respond, Marissa surged forward, her movements fueled by lustful desire. She placed her hands on his chest, shoving him back into a sitting position before crawling over him. Her thighs straddled his hips as she pushed him down onto his back, her wet pussy pressing against his abdomen.

Jesse’s eyes widened as Marissa’s hand reached for his waistband. With a boldness fueled by their escalating game, she tugged his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, freeing his throbbing cock and swollen balls.

The sight of his aching, engorged length made her stomach flutter. A fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs, the urge to put his length inside her was strong but she resisted. “Let’s see if these can take another hit,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. She adjusted her position to sit with her back facing him and her legs tracing across his thighs. Lying back and gripping the sides of his thighs for support, she reached up with one hand to squeeze her tit that he'd unceremoniously bapped before.

Jesse swallowed hard, his body tense as he witnessed Marissa maneuvering her feet, her toes brushing lightly against his cock. The teasing touch sent shivers up his spine, his erection twitching in response. “Marissa,” he started, his voice unsteady, “are you—”

His words were cut off as Marissa thrust both her feet skyward before throwing them back down into his lap. Her heels connected with his balls in a perfect, crushing blow that sent Jesse arching off the floor. He nearly bucked her off him, but her grip on his thighs was strong. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain exploded through him, his entire body convulsing from the intensity.

His cock twitched violently, the sensation of her heels grinding into his testicles sounded off alarm bells that signaled RETREAT! to his brain. Yet, the masochistic lust ignited something else, something primal deep within him. Marissa didn’t relent, delivering another heel drop kick that landed with a sharp, wet slap, causing his balls to flatten momentarily against her soles.

Jesse’s head fell back against the floor, his vision swimming as his body succumbed to the overwhelming mix of agony and ecstasy. His cock pulsed hard, a bead of precum spilling from the tip and pooling on his stomach. She slid her body forward just enough to mingle her mound against the slick stream of precum he oozed, allowing their juices to dance together on his well-defined abs.

Marissa let out a low, husky moan, her own body trembling as she felt the impact resonate through her feet. She squeezed her breasts through the fabric of the shirt, her free hand slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to rub furiously at her soaked folds. Marissa whimpered, her toes curling against his thighs as she felt him writhe, reveling in the sight of him beneath her.

“Fuck, Jesse~ I can’t..stop...”

Jesse groaned, his hips bucking slightly as another surge of pain and arousal coursed through him. His balls felt like they were on fire, the dull, throbbing ache consuming him, yet his cock remained rigid, desperate for release. She took her fingers out just long enough to wet his stiff prick in her juices, lathering it up with her pleasure.

“Marissa,” he choked out, his voice strained and desperate. The sides of her feet brushed against his shaft, the soft skin creating a maddening friction that pushed Jesse to the brink. “I—I’m...”

Before he could finish his words of warning, Marissa lifted her feet upward again, this time bringing them back down with enough force to make his eyes bulge out like some comicbook character. Jesse's body tensed, and a powerful, uncontrollable spasm wracked him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, the first shot hitting Marissa squarely on the chest. She gasped, her own orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave as she ground her hips against her hand.

Their cries of pleasure mingled, echoing through the room as they reached their climaxes together. Marissa collapsed back onto the floor, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Jesse lay sprawled beneath her, his body trembling from the aftershocks of release. For several moments, neither of them spoke, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Finally, Marissa broke the silence with a breathless laugh.

“Looks like... we both win."

“Yeah... we might need a rematch, though.”

Marissa smirked, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the sticky mess on her chest. “Oh, definitely.”

Slane stood in the centre of the Goblin Queen’s throne room, knee deep in the ragged corpses of her guards. Blood dripped from his axe as his chest heaved with exertion.

Valeria stood ten paces removed, her pale elven skin pouring with sweat. Her leather vest and trousers were tattered and torn from the battle, swathes of her beautiful flesh shining under torchlight as she wove what last spells she could muster. She felt her magic fading, the dungeon having proved far deeper and more dangerous than she had suspected.

Ahead of them, upon a huge throne of bones, sat the Goblin Queen herself. She was tall for a goblin, five feet in height, with flowing black hair, wide hips and strong legs. She was nearly nude, her green skin adorned with circlets and bracelets of gold and silver, her dark nipples standing to attention upon her small, firm chest as she watched the bloody scene unfold before her.

The Queen had lost scores of her guards to Slane’s axe and Valeria's spells, but knew more could easily be spawned from her birthing pits. Furthermore, if she could claim the barbarian’s balls, she could strengthen the bloodline of her soldiers and cement her seat of power among the goblin clans of the north.

The Queen watched as two small green hands reached from betwixt the corpses beneath Slane’s sandalled feet, snaking beneath his bloodied loincloth and grasping roughly at his large, pendulous testicles. One of her brave guards, still living among the throng of bodies, was putting her plan into action!

“Seize them!” Screamed the Goblin Queen from her throne, her loins stirring as she watched Slane’s huge balls twist and bulge in her guard’s clenching fists. Slane, meanwhile, howled like a direwolf as the goblin’s sharp little fingers dug into his nutmeat.

CRUNCH!

“ARGH! Valeria, help me!” Slane groaned, his axe clattering from his grasp as he writhed and bucked.

Valeria wove her hands one more, the air crackling with pale light before suddenly fizzing out. She tried again, but her magic had faded, the depths of her strength plumbed by the challenges of the deep dungeon.

Slane screamed and jumped forward from the pile of bodies, springing around the room while the small, tenacious goblin hung from his tortured orbs.

Despite her companion's peril, Valeria couldn't help but stifle a laugh, watching as Slane stumbled to his knees, the goblin clamped to his manhood like a beartrap.

“Gods, please! My balls!” Slane grunted, feeling his prodigious strength finally failing as the life was squeezed from his aching nutmeat. Vainly, he tried to swat at the goblin between his legs, but his strength was spent, waves of exhaustion mixing with the humiliation and pain of his bulging bollocks. He fell forward, facedown on the flagstone.

The Queen rose from her seat of bones and descended to the floor of her throne room. Slane looked up through his fog of emasculated pain to see her hips sway and her pink lips curl into a sneer as she came to stand over him. Slane could see her arousal, sense her enjoyment at his torture as he felt his balls continue to twist and swell in the incessant claws of his goblin attacker.

Valeria watched, her eyes glittering as she drank in the sight of the seduction queen, her smooth green skin glowing under the light of burning braziers.

“Beautiful…” Valeria whispered.

The queen snapped her fingers, summoning more guards from the shadowed eaves of the throne room. Valeria felt the cold steel of a sword against her throat as she was led forward. She realised now that they had never had a chance, the queen’s guards were too numerous, her dungeon too deep and dense to fall to their assault.

“Kneel.” The queen instructed, stepping forward again as Valeria fell to her knees before her. Mere feet away Slane groaned and shuddered, his balls battered and bruised.

Valeria shivered as the goblin queen ran her hand over her bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of her touch. She felt her body respond, couldn't help but rest her head against the queen’s arm as her hand explored her chest, circling her nipples which peeked from ragged tears in her leather vest.

“You fought bravely, sorceress,” the Queen whispered, “I shall spare you if you agree to my terms.”

Slane craned his head, looking to Valeria with pleading eyes.

“She can't help you now, barbarian.” The queen laughed, waving away her guard who finally released his tender testicles. Slane’s relief was brief, for the queen stomped down between his thighs, flattening his gonads beneath her foot.

SQUISH!

“Aiiieee!” Slane squealed, his voice rising a few octaves as he felt his man meat come close to bursting.

The Queen offered Valeria her deal. "Let me take your barbarian's balls and serve me.”

“And in return?” Valeria whispered, shuddering as the Queen caressed her body.

“In return you shall live. And you shall live well.”

Valeria nodded, her chest rising and falling with pleasured gasps as the Queen expertly stroked at her skin with her hand while her toes flexed and curled upon Slane’s tenderised stones.

“Gods, no…” Slane whispered, watching Valeria shudder with pleasure as his balls were crushed beneath the queen’s foot.

“Hold him!” the Queen ordered, removing her foot from Slane’s junk long enough for her guards to flip him over and pounce on his biceps and thighs, holding him down while the queen knelt and lifted his loincloth. She smiled as she took his thick rod in one hand and his bulging stones in her other, working each with an expert touch.

“What… no…” Slane gasped weakly, watching as his cock began to grow. Pleasure grew in his loins, mingling with the pervasive ache of his swollen orbs which rolled and swelled in the queen's grip.

“Bring me the vessel.” The queen whispered, watching as Slane’s manhood twitched and pulsed with each of her firm strokes.

Valeria watched, unable to look away as she watched Slane fall prey to the queen's touch. She recognised the arcane runes on a clay pot which was presented by more of the queen's guards; a fertility vessel which would preserve his seed for use in the birthing pools of the queen's dungeon.

“Valeria… please…” Slane croaked, his hips bucking in response to the queen's touch. Valeria could only watch, entranced, as Slane’s huge rod leaked and throbbed in the queen’s hand, which milked his cock like a maiden before a cow. As he approached climax, the queen's guards held the pot near the head of his cock.

Slane could only endure a few more strokes before he let loose a guttural cry, his manhood erupting with rope after rope or thick seed, which splattered noisily into the fertility vessel. The queen released his rod and seized his balls with both hands, crushing them with all her might as she sought to empty them of every last drop of his seed.

“Yes, give it to me, barbarian!” The queen cried in adulation.

POP! POP!

Slane screamed, his voice breaking as his balls finally gave way in the queen's tight grasp, his cock softening as the last of his mighty sperm filled the pot to its very brim. Valeria could not help but touch herself as she watched, for the third time that day, as the mighty barbarian was reduced to a mewling heap of ruined man meat.

Valeria watched as the runes on the pot began to glow, working their spell to contain and preserve the valuable contents.

XXX

Slane would spend the rest of his days in the Goblin Queen's dungeons, Valeria and her new Queen visiting him only when they had need of his seed. Valeria using her powerful elven magic to restore his manhood just long enough to fulfil her experiments. In time, Slane no longer plotted his escape, and came to enjoy his life of servitude and sacrifice.

With the sorceress’ help, the Goblin Queen created a powerful race of Hobgoblins, stronger, swifter and fiercer than any who had gone before. Kingdoms fell before them as the Queen ruled for a lifetime with Valeria by her side.

The End

This story is fictional.

Hi, I'm Brad and I want to tell you about my first ballbusting experience.

I was 18 years old and it was my final year in high school. I decided to try a new sport and so I signed up for the soccer team. Not only was I interested in the sport, but I knew there were some hot girls there and I wasn't disappointed.

We played once a week and nothing special happened. Well, at least not until that one day...

Before I could react, I heard a dull thud and the next moment a wave of intense pain rushed through my body. Olivia's shot had struck me directly in the nuts. The strength in my legs left immediately and I collapsed. As I laid on the floor holding my terribly aching testicles, I heard muffled girl's laughter. After a short period of tremendous pain, it eased a little. I turned onto my back and looked up with my vision still blurred.

Several girls were standing in a circle around me, looking down in amusement. I was bombarded with laughter, stares and stupid comments.

“Good save! I like your dedication”

“That was a great shot, wasn't it?”

“Right on target. Well done Olivia!”

“I'm glad I don't have balls” one girl said and laughter followed.

After enduring the girls' mockery for a short while, I sat up and said, “I'm going to take a quick rest”

One of the girls replied “better check your balls. That looked pretty brutal” Laughter ensued once again.

Full of shame, I took a seat on the bench and recovered. While my balls were still hurting, I watched the game and especially the girls. They all looked so sexy and yet they were so mean. But was that even a contradiction?

Somehow I felt it was sexy that they were being so mean and mocking me. The pain was immense, but somehow the longer I thought about it, the more arousing the whole situation seemed. Wait, was I actually getting a boner? It must have been because I was staring at the girls' asses...

The whole day I couldn't stop thinking about it and when I was on my phone in the evening my heart suddenly started beating faster. That hot chick Olivia had messaged me on Instagram:

“Hey sweetheart, sorry about today. I hope your balls are feeling better?”

A little nervous, I replied:

“No need to apologize, it wasn't intentional.... And yes, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore”

Her next message spiced up the conversation

“Well, maybe it was...”

What did she mean? That she shot me in the balls on purpose? And what the fuck - why was I getting hard again?

“What do you mean?” I asked excitedly.

“Well, maybe my goal was to shoot you in the balls”

I felt my heart beat faster and answered,

“Why would you want that? I mean that hurt like hell”

“Oh sweetie you are so innocent. I think it's funny and that's why I did it. I'm sorry it hurt your little testies”

I could hardly believe what I was reading. But what I could believe even less was the fact that I was incredibly aroused by all this. Anyone else would probably have thought this girl is crazy and sought distance. But I felt the opposite. I wanted more of her. But why? Was I crazy? I no longer understood the world and, as confused as I was, I decided not to answer her and think about it.

The whole week I couldn't think about anything else and I've been horny like never before.

A feeling I had never experienced until then. The evening before the next session, I decided to write to her.

Nervously, I wrote “Hi, you're in tomorrow?”

“Sure, I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to bust some balls”

Damn, here we were again. Even if I didn't want to admit it: Her threats made me fuckin horny.

And so I went along with it, “I hope not mine”

“We'll see. But why not?”

“Please don't. It hurts so much”

“Oh come on, don't be a pussy”

Our conversation turned me on so badly that I jerked off afterwards. I reviewed the events of the last week and was shocked at how incredibly aroused I was. I could no longer deny it, I had a ballbusting fetish.

I was incredibly excited at the beginning of the next training session. This excitement was fueled when Olivia kept grinning at me as the teams were formed. I had a hard time not getting a boner.

I started playing in offense, but after a while I replaced the goalkeeper. The position where I was most exposed to Olivia's attacks. They started immediately and I could sense her intention straight away. Instead of shooting in the corners of the goal, she would occasionally aim at me.

A few of her shots would have hit me straight in the balls, but I blocked them all. It was my reflex. On the one hand, I kept fantasizing about how awesome it would be, but on the other hand, I was afraid of the intense pain and humiliation. I was torn, but in the end I blocked all the attacks. I was just too scared.

Olivia seemed a bit pissed and I thought I had blown it all, but in the evening she texted me again

“You protected them pretty well today haha. Scared?”

I replied, “Well, I know how much it hurts now”

“Yeah, I can't blame you for your reflexes. But next time if I don't land a hit, I'll just kick you in the balls.”

Again she drove me crazy. Until now, I had only fantasized about her shooting me in the balls. But the thought of her kicking me in my testicles was even more exciting.

I replied, “Uff, I don't know what I should be more afraid of”

“I don't think you could care less. Let's see what I feel like doing”

Once again, I was horny all week long and kept fantasizing about what would happen in the next session. Time passed slowly, but finally the day had come.

I immediately noticed that Olivia was wearing tight leggings today, which showed off her perfect ass. Was that a coincidence?

When the game started, I was incredibly excited. I immediately volunteered to be the goalkeeper and vowed not to fend off any attacks this time. I wanted to feel that pain again. But there were no attacks to fend off. Olivia made no attempt to attack my balls. I was almost a little disappointed, but soon I knew what this was all about.

“Brad, can you please help me move these away” Olivia said to me.

“Sure” I replied in an uncertain voice. Has the time come?

Olivia took all the footballs and brought them to the equipment room and I followed her with the jerseys. As I entered, she leaned against the wall and grinned at me.

I knew what was about to happen. But did I really want to feel that pain again? It would hurt so much ... and yet I wanted it. Before I could make a decision, I saw Olivia's leg shoot forward. Through the thin shorts I felt her bare foot hit my scrotum perfectly - THUD - the next moment pain shot through my whole body. My vision blurred and I collapsed. For the first few seconds, there was nothing but the terrible pain. However, I soon became aware of my surroundings again. Olivia was sitting next to me, giggling.

I slowly turned onto my back and made eye contact.

She looked at me and said, “It was a good hit, wasn't it?”

In a weak voice I replied, “Not good for my balls... but yeah maybe it was good”

“You like that huh?”

I immediately broke eye contact. The question hit me like a blow. I was too embarrassed to admit it.

“Maybe... I don't know... it hurts so much...”

She knew what I was really feeling and interrupted me, “Of course you like it. Why else would you have played along with all my games? No one else would do that”

I was a little embarrassed. She would certainly find it weird. She recognized my embarrassment and continued, “Don't worry sweetie. I think it's awesome. You want some more?"

Although the pain in my balls urged me to say no, I couldn't help but say an insecure "yes".

"Alright, then get up again" she commanded me.

I slowly stood up again and leaned against the wall.

Olivia wrapped her arms around my neck and came closer and closer. I could feel her warm breath on my face and she looked deep into my eyes. I was ready to kiss her, but just as I was about to do so, her knee shot right between my legs. Fuck she got my balls perfectly.

My legs went weak and I would have fallen to the ground but Olivia pressed me against the wall with her body.

I wanted so badly to just collapse, but the control she had over me at that moment was so fucking hot.

Too weak to hold my own head, I rested it on her shoulder. After what felt like an eternity, she pushed my head back against the wall and began to kiss me passionately.

We made out for a few minutes before she pulled away again.

I was ready for the next knee. But what happened next was incredible.

Olivia knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down.

My boner jumped out to meet her and her lustful look showed how badly she wanted it.

She started to blow me and damn she was good at it. What made it even better was the combination with my still aching balls.

When she realized I was about to cum she stopped the blowjob and looked up at me

“Not so fast. Some more fun first. Hold your cock up and spread your legs”

I did as instructed and was so excited.

“Oh my gosh this makes me so horny. I've always fantasized abusing a scrotum as a speedbag. And yours is just so perfect for that.”

When I wrote earlier that she looked at my cock with lust, I don't even know how to describe the look she had now. Simply fascinating.

Then the torture began.

Punch after punch, her little fists slapped against my scrotum, which than smacked against my body each time.

At first the blows were gentle and slow, but they became faster and harder.

The pain was immense, but I enjoyed every moment

Thud...thud...thud...

After about a minute, I felt my orgasm building.

“Oh fuck fuck. I'm cumming.”

Olivia took my throbbing cock in one hand and with the other she continued to punch my balls.

Then I exploded like never before. With each stroke, a load of cum shot onto Olivia's face, which was soon fully covered.

As my orgasm subsided I collapsed to the floor holding my aching balls. Olvia laid down next to me, breathing heavily. Fuck, that was just so hot.

After a while she said, "That was so awesome. I'm glad I finnaly found someone who likes that shit“

Then she gave me a quick kiss and left the room....

The four of us all went out to dinner at the fancy restaurant in our resort, the food was great, and I had a good time talking with my girlfriend Amy, her BFF Hope, and Hope's boyfriend Sean. There was still an unease lingering in the air though, at least between Amy, Hope, and me. I had walked in on Hope getting changed into her bikini yesterday, and Hope insisted that I was peeping on her. I insisted it wasn't the case, but I lost that battle, and both the women have taken it out on my balls. Amy was especially brutal, she crushed my balls and went for more, I had no idea she had such a mean streak. It made me frightened of her, and it was hot, both at the same time.

When we returned to the suite Sean said that he wanted to go out and pick up a cigar to smoke. Amy told him to stay outside when he smokes, there won't be any cigar smoke in the suite. He agreed, and took off in his car, leaving the three of us alone.

"So, Hope, Matt says you're lying, that he was not peeping on you," Amy said.

"Wait, I didn't say anybody was lying, I said she was mistaken. I wasn't peeping, I was just walking by," I replied quickly.

"Oh, I wasn't mistaken, he was standing at my door with an erection, he wasn't walking by," Hope insisted.

"I can get an erection pretty quickly, especially ..." I stopped before I said something stupid.

"Especially for Hope?" Amy asked. "I've seen how you look at her."

"I, uh, well yes, especially for Hope. She's almost as pretty as you are Amy."

"Nice try, Matt, but already stepped in that one."

"Look, let's stick to the facts," Hope said, "You were standing in my doorway, watching me change, and you had an erection. Those are all facts."

"For fuck's sake, Hope, I was standing there for about a second," I said exasperated. We were going in circles.

"I don't like the tone of your voice, Matt, you are far too indignant about this, you're overplaying your hand," Amy insisted.

"No, you two are wrong, and neither of you will back down."

"That's it, take down your pants, Matt," Amy said. "You need to be punished for your behavior."

"But, I, uh, Hope is here."

"I don't care, you watched her naked, take off your clothes right now before I kick your balls up into your throat."

How did it get so far out of hand so quickly? Once again I had a choice to make; either run from the suite and never return, or do what Amy wants. My girlfriend has a mean streak. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but it appealed to me to have her tell me what to do. Worse yet, I realized that I wanted her hands on my balls again. It was both scary and hot, I was excited about it. I pulled my pants down and my erection flipped out, pointing right at Amy. I noticed Hope watching me, I felt a little embarrassed. I tried to cover up with my hands, but it didn't do much good.

Amy walked up to me and pushed my hands aside, she grabbed my balls and pulled me into Hope's room, and Hope followed closely behind.

"You're going to have to make it up to Hope, and you better do a good job," Amy insisted, she pushed me onto the bed.

"Go ahead, Hope, climb on, he's pretty good at eating pussy. And if he doesn't get you off, I'll just squeeze his balls even harder."

Hope pulled her panties off from under her skirt, she climbed on top of me. Holy shit, this was my punishment? Awesome! Though I was a little disappointed, I would have loved it if Hope would have taken her blouse off too. I wanted to see those amazing tits again. She shimmied up my body until her pussy was over my face, I licked her clit with enthusiasm. An enthusiasm motivated by the fact that Amy had my balls in her hand and was squeezing them. I wanted to make sure that Hope got off.

Amy was working my balls over pretty hard, at first I was busy concentrating on Hope's pussy, but eventually, it was getting too painful to ignore. I squirmed underneath Hope in a vain attempt to get my balls away from Amy, it only seemed to encourage her. I was trying to figure out how to save my balls when Hope began to orgasm. It started as a low moan, but then soon Hope was moaning loudly and rubbing her pussy back and forth across my face. She took my hands and brought them up to her breasts, I squeezed them through her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra. They felt so full and firm, just like I knew they would, I gently pinched her nipples, and she cried out in ecstasy.

Amy was still working on my balls, but she shifted her hands around so that she had both my cock and balls in her hand, the excitement of watching Hope orgasm, along with Amy tugging on my cock was too much. I began to cum too, my cock pumped cum all over Amy's hands and I continued to lick Hope's pussy.

"He's cumming!" Amy said, she took my balls in one hand and then punched them with the other.

"FUCK!" I moaned into Hope's pussy.

"He's cumming again?" Hope said. "What a pervert!" Hope reached back and swung her fist into my balls, I groaned as she connected. Amy punched them again, then Hope, soon Hope climbed off my face and joined Amy in just pummelling my balls. With Hope off my face, I managed to get my hands in their way, I curled up on my side in an attempt to protect myself.

"How are we supposed to punish him if he likes it?" Amy asked.

"I don't know, he's such a fucking pervert," Hope replied. "Though I might have an idea if you're up for it Amy."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Let's talk later when Matt's not around."

Hello guys, hope you'll enjoy it.

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Dr. Elaine Sinclair sighed heavily as she sat down across from her latest patient, a middle-aged businessman named Marcus who was practically trembling with anxiety. She had seen a growing number of male patients in recent months exhibiting similar symptoms – an inexplicable loss of willpower and ability to resist commands or demands made by others, especially women.

Marcus' hands shook as he poured himself a glass of water from the dispenser on her desk. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Doctor," he said, his voice cracking. "It's like I can't control my own actions anymore." He took a shaky sip and set the cup down before continuing.

"Two days ago, my ex-wife came over to pick up our daughter. We've been fighting in court for months about custody and finances. She's trying to bleed me dry," he said bitterly. "But when she started berating me and saying I never gave her what she deserved...I don't know why, but I just agreed with everything she said. I even signed a contract agreeing to pay half my salary every month!"

Dr. Sinclair nodded sympathetically. Marcus was a successful investment banker – his income was easily in the six figures range. Splitting that in two would devastate his finances, forcing him out of his luxury penthouse and into much humbler accommodations. And for what? A woman he openly despised, one who was only exploiting his weakness now that she had found it.

"Tell me more about how this made you feel," the psychiatrist prompted gently. "When you were agreeing to her demands, could you think clearly or express any objections?"

"No!" Marcus nearly shouted. "It's like I was watching myself do it from outside my body. Like a puppet whose strings she was pulling." He looked up at Dr. Sinclair with desperation in his eyes. "I know what an awful idea it is. I still hate her, but I can't help feeling ashamed of myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Dr. Sinclair opened her mouth to reassure him, to offer some insight or advice...but a sudden realization hit her and she fell silent. In recent weeks, the Centers for Disease Control had reported an outbreak of an unknown virus in men across the country, one that seemed to affect their decision making abilities. Was it possible Marcus' symptoms were connected? She made a mental note to review the latest medical journals when she got home.

For now though, all she could do was listen as he continued, recounting more and more humiliating incidents where he found himself unable to resist demeaning orders – from subordinates at work, even from clients and customers who recognized the power they suddenly held over him.

"Marcus, have you noticed any other changes in yourself lately? Any physical symptoms at all?" She watched him intently for any signs that might confirm her growing suspicions about what was causing his distressing condition.

Marcus sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. He had been trying to make sense of it all, but there was simply no explanation that fit. Dr. Sinclair's gentle questions were giving him space to think, to dig deeper into the shame and confusion he felt.

"I haven't noticed anything different physically, not really," he admitted. "But..." He trailed off for a moment before continuing. "The last few months, I've just felt...off. Like there was this constant tension in my head, you know? An itch I can't scratch."

Dr. Sinclair nodded encouragingly. This matched descriptions from other patients with similar symptoms, though most of them had attributed it to stress at first. She made another note to herself.

"And when you say your body is betraying you," she probed further, "What do you mean exactly? How does that feel for you?" Her voice remained calm and professional, but internally she felt a growing sense of dread. This was getting worse than she had thought.

"I can't resist them," he admitted miserably, barely able to meet her gaze now. "Any order from anyone feels like...like an irresistible force pulling at me, twisting me up inside until I have no choice but to obey." He let out another shaky breath before continuing, his voice strained with shame and fear.

"Even if my mind screams at me not to, even if every logical part of me knows how wrong and dangerous it is...I still end up following their commands anyway. It's like they can see right through me now, straight into the darkest, most vulnerable parts of myself I've spent my whole life trying to bury."

Dr. Sinclair listened intently, her heart aching for Marcus even as the pieces fell into place with horrifying clarity in her mind. This was no ordinary psychological breakdown - it went far deeper than that now.

"Marcus, I want to try something," Dr. Sinclair said slowly, a glint of curiosity and concern in her eyes as she studied his stricken expression. "It might feel strange or even scary at first...but I promise it's all in the interest of figuring out how to help you."

He nodded shakily, clenching his fists to keep them from trembling. Anything that might give him a clue as to what was happening to him - he would try it. He trusted Dr. Sinclair, even if she didn't fully understand yet just how utterly he had lost control of himself.

"I want you to imagine me telling you to do something," she began gently. "Something that goes against your usual behavior or beliefs. See if you can feel the internal tension you described earlier...the sense of an irresistible pull."

He took a shuddering breath, trying to clear his head and focus on what she was asking of him. Imagining it was easy enough - he had already done it countless times over the last few weeks as the commands started piling up around him like unanswerable demands. He closed his eyes, trying to conjure that same helpless sensation in this safe, controlled setting with Dr. Sinclair...

"Now," her voice cut through his reverie, sharp and authoritative now in a way he had never heard before. "I order you to strip completely naked right here in my office."

Marcus' eyes flew open as panic surged through him. No no no, this was wrong...so humiliating, so dangerous if anyone caught them! His hands went up instinctively as if to shield himself from her commanding gaze - but they were already moving, reaching for his shirt buttons without his consent. He tried to yank them back down again, to anchor himself to the solid reality of the chair...

But it was no use. His body had turned traitor, responding with an eerie grace and precision to her instructions while he watched helplessly. Buttons popped open one by one as his trembling fingers worked with a will of their own. Shirt fluttering loose around his shoulders now, he shook his head in desperate denial even as his legs unfolded from beneath the desk to stand on shaking limbs.

"I can't..." he gasped out hoarsely, his voice raw and pleading. "Please...I said no...don't make me..." But he could already feel the fabric of his slacks sliding down over his hips, could see with horrified clarity his cock springing free to bob heavily before him, flushing red and thickening rapidly as it strained up towards her watching face.

Dr. Sinclair's eyes widened at the sudden display of virile masculinity unfolding before her. Even now in this undignified state Marcus was an imposing specimen - broad shoulders and chest rippling with tensed muscles, abs hard-cut above a thatch of dark hair leading down to where his heavy cock jutted out obscenely, veins pulsing along the thick length. His balls too were large and round, drawn up tight against his body in an instinctive attempt to hide their vulnerable state as he cringed under her evaluating stare.

She knew she should stop this - but the sight of him exposed like a plaything before her was too enticing to resist for long. Her mouth went dry at the thought of those big balls clenching helplessly in her hands, and his cock throbbing its desperate need as she tormented it to please only her desires...

No. Focus Elaine. This was not the time for fantasies, even if he did look absolutely delectable spread out before her. She needed to see how far this went, what boundaries had already been broken by whatever that now held him in its thrall...

Dr. Sinclair rose from her chair in one fluid motion, standing to face Marcus fully as he trembled before her in his naked humiliation. She could see the fear and shame in his eyes even as they followed her every move like a man entranced - this was no mere mental compulsion she had discovered now but something far more primal and physical. Something that threatened to consume him utterly if left unchecked...

"Marcus," she said firmly, cutting through the tension crackling between them, "I want you to listen very carefully. What we do next here in this room stays here, between just us two - is that clear? You are never to repeat a single word of what happens now, no matter how much it may feel like your body is being pushed past its breaking point."

He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face as he struggled not to look away from her piercing gaze. "I...I understand," he rasped out at last, hating the way his voice shook on those words even as some deeper part of him already knew there would be no resisting what she demanded next.

"Good." Her tone was brisk, almost clinical now as she stepped closer and reached out to cup his heavy balls in one hand. He flinched but held still under her touch as she gently rolled them around, marveling at the weighty fullness of them in her palm. "Because I'm going to take this further, my dear. Much, much further - and what I'm about to do may well hurt like hell. But we need to know how far down this rabbit hole you really are."

Dr. Sinclair gave his swollen sack a final squeeze before letting it drop back heavily between his thighs. "Now then," she purred, an unsettling note of excitement creeping into her voice, "I want you to stand up nice and straight for me, feet shoulder-width apart...yes, just like that."

He stood rigidly as commanded, his breathing shallow and quick as he watched her position herself in front of him - one leg raised back, foot cocked like a lethal weapon aimed directly at his most vulnerable flesh. Marcus knew with chilling certainty what she intended to do now and it took every ounce of strength not to double over and crumple to the floor in defeat...

But he remained standing, head held high even as her foot began its arc downward - until that moment of blinding pain exploded through his groin as her sole smashed brutally into his unprotected balls with a meaty thwack. The impact nearly buckled his knees but some twisted sense of obligation kept him from collapsing.

"There now," Dr. Sinclair breathed, stepping back to admire the results of her blow - Marcus bent forward at the waist, face contorted in agony as he gagged and panted for breath. His cock had shriveled to nothing but even that couldn't fully disguise how his swollen sack pulsed with the intensity of its injury beneath its bruised surface.

"Back up straight again," she snapped before he could fully catch his breath. "Spread your legs - no, wider than that!

Dr. Sinclair watched in horrified fascination as Marcus struggled to obey her command, his body visibly shaking with the effort even as he forced himself upright once more. His eyes were wide and panicked above his clenched teeth but somehow through sheer force of will (or was it compulsion now? She could no longer tell which) he managed to lock his trembling knees into place, legs splayed lewdly open like some perverse offering for her pleasure alone.

"That's it, good boy," she cooed mockingly, taking a step closer until the toes of her shoe almost brushed against his throbbing, abused testicles. Marcus whimpered and tried to recoil but found himself held immobile, muscles frozen even as fresh waves of agony crashed through him from that initial vicious blow.

"Let's see how many more of those you can take," Dr. Sinclair mused aloud as she began slowly circling around him now like a predator sizing up her prey.

Her foot lashed out again in another searing kick and Marcus barely managed a guttural scream before it connected with his already battered balls. The force of the impact rocketed up through him, threatening to black him out entirely... He collapsed once more, as stars exploded behind his eyes and bile rose bitter in the back of his throat.

"Mmmm yes, well done," she congratulated breathlessly as he curled into a fetal position, tears and snot streaming freely down his face now.

"Rise and spread for me again," Dr. Sinclair commanded imperiously as she circled him like a shark to its wounded prey. Marcus could only gurgle helplessly in response, his mind fractured into screaming pieces of pain so intense it made thought impossible. Yet even through the agony pulsing through his ravaged testicles with each thundering heartbeat, some deeper instinct demanded obedience...

His hands and knees pushed against the floor as he forced his battered body upright once more in a series of shuddering motions, every muscle screaming in protest. He swayed unsteadily on legs that threatened to buckle at any moment but somehow managed to pry them open into that degrading spread eagle posture she required of him...

"Excellent," Dr. Sinclair purred as she stepped back to admire her work. "Such a good patient, submitting so well for science. We're going to discover so much together..."

She raised her foot and brought it down in one more brutal kick that slammed into Marcus' unprotected balls with bone-crushing force. The world dissolved into pure agony as he convulsed helplessly from the impact, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a landed fish gasping for air that would not come...

"How does it feel?" Dr. Sinclair asked calmly, kneeling beside Marcus' writhing form to pat his heaving chest with clinical detachment. "Can you describe the pain? The way your body wants so desperately to resist but simply cannot..."

Marcus tried to shape his ravaged vocal cords into words, to beg her for mercy or at least a moment's respite from this nightmare... But all that emerged was an inhuman wail of torment as fresh spasms of agony racked through his testicles with each labored breath.

"I see," Dr. Sinclair murmured thoughtfully, jotting notes on a tablet she produced seemingly from nowhere. "Extreme pain tolerance but no capacity for resistance even at the highest threshold levels. Intriguing..."

She tapped her chin and studied Marcus with clinical interest as he continued to writhe mindlessly at her feet like an animal trapped in an endless cycle of suffering...

"Now then," Dr. Sinclair said briskly, setting aside her tablet and clapping her hands together once for emphasis. "Let's try standing up nice and tall again, shall we?

He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, his face slack and vacant from the sheer volume of agony coursing through him... But with an immense effort of will, Marcus levered himself back to his feet - each movement sending fresh jolts of agony radiating out from his bruised and battered testicles. His entire body shook with the strain as he forced his legs into the obscene spread she demanded but somehow, impossibly, he managed to remain standing this time. Even if he swayed precariously in place like a newborn foal, joints threatening to buckle under his weight at any moment...

"Atta boy," Dr. Sinclair encouraged briskly as she circled him again, admiring her handiwork from every angle.

"P-please," he gasped out after what seemed an eternity, voice cracking pathetically. "I c-can't..."

"Yes you can, Marcus." Her tone was unfailingly gentle despite the cruelty of her words. "You are doing so well already - we just need to push a bit further, okay? I need to understand your pathology!"

He nodded jerkily, swallowing back another whimper as the slight movement sent fresh spasms of hurt ripping through him. Dr. Sinclair stepped closer to pat his shoulder encouragingly before reaching down to cup his swollen, pulsing sack in one hand - watching with morbid fascination how he flinched even from that lightest touch.

"How did you first notice something was wrong?" she asked conversationally, still gently massaging his bruised flesh despite the obvious distress it caused him. "Did you feel your willpower slipping away slowly or was there a more...sudden onset of symptoms? Any other changes you've noticed since then?"

"I d-don't..." Marcus panted out, trying to focus through the red haze of agony clouding his thoughts. "S-something just...went wrong. Inside. L-like I wasn't m-myself anymore..."

Dr. Sinclair was amazed by his condition. "Now then, I'm curious - how does it feel? Knowing that your body is utterly helpless to resist any command given, no matter the pain? Even when it threatens to shatter your very mind with its intensity?"

Marcus' lips worked soundlessly for a moment as he struggled to formulate a response through the haze of suffering enveloping him. "I...I c-can't...feel...anything but...pain," he forced out at last, voice cracking on each word. "Ever since I got infected with this thing...it's like I'm just a puppet now. My mind knows it's wrong but my body...it has to obey..."

"Fascinating!" Dr. Sinclair jotted more furious notes, face alight with scientific glee. "So even the most ingrained instincts of resistance or self-preservation are overridden now by this compulsion to submit? Truly remarkable."

"I think we're ready to really test your limits here, Marcus," Dr. Sinclair said briskly, setting aside her tablet with a flourish. "This next one might hurt like hell...but it will be crucial for determining just how far down this rabbit hole you are."

Marcus looked up at her through tear-filled eyes, trembling visibly as the implications of her words sank in. More pain? Even more agony than he had already suffered at her hands? It seemed impossible...and yet he knew with a terrible certainty that he could not refuse what she demanded next no matter how much his mind and body screamed to run away.

Dr. Sinclair was watching him intently, head cocked as if trying to divine the depths of his anguish just by observing his stricken expression. Marcus felt a chill run through him at the predatory intensity of her gaze - this woman was beyond mere cruelty now, utterly consumed by some dark obsession for knowledge he could not hope to comprehend or resist...

She stepped forward then and Marcus' entire body clenched in dread anticipation even as she raised one foot above his bruised and battered testicles like a lethal pendulum ready to swing down. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the inevitable impact with a silent prayer that he might somehow pass out before the pain could destroy what was left of his fragile mind...

The kick landed like a thunderbolt straight to his core and Marcus' world shattered into unending agony in that instant. His screams were lost beneath a roaring flood of pure torture radiating from his ravaged balls as he convulsed once more helplessly on the floor - each twitching muscle spasming under the onslaught of pain beyond anything he could have imagined before...

He gurgled out between retching sobs, voice barely human anymore as he curled inward like an infant seeking protection from its own body.

Dr. Sinclair watched in fascination as Marcus writhed on the floor at her feet, his body shuddering with each agonizing breath that he took. The sounds he was making were indescribable - a miasma of choked sobs and strangled screams that seemed to be tearing his vocal cords apart in their raw intensity.

Dr. Sinclair tutted softly to herself as she circled Marcus' prone form once more - each shuddering breath and muffled whimper of agony sending fresh waves of sadistic pleasure rippling through her core. He lay curled into the tightest ball possible, arms cradling his abused testicles as if trying desperately to shield them from any further torment...

"Come now Marcus," she said brightly, kneeling down beside him and patting his trembling shoulder in mock comfort. "I don't think we're quite finished yet! Up you get - time to spread those legs nice and wide again for me..."

He lifted his head at the command, eyes bloodshot and glazed with unshed tears even as he struggled feebly to comply. His entire body shuddered with the effort but somehow...somehow he managed to uncurl one shaking leg away from his battered balls in a pathetic attempt to assume that degrading pose she demanded...

Only to collapse once more when his weakened limb gave out completely, leaving him crumpled on the floor in an undignified heap. But she was beyond caring now for his pitiful begging - too consumed by her need to push him to the very edge of endurance, to break that last shred of resistance clinging desperately within him even in the face of such horrific torment.

She knelt down beside him and placed a gentle hand on his trembling shoulder, ignoring the way he flinched even from that light touch. "Now then," she said briskly, trying for a note of professional encouragement though it grated against her desire to inflict more suffering on him. "It's time to get up and put your clothes back on now, Marcus."

Marcus just looked up at her with bloodshot eyes full of despair, unable even to form the words of refusal past his ruined throat. His legs twitched uselessly against the floor as if trying to obey...but somehow, miraculously, he did not rise this time when commanded to do so.

Dr. Sinclair felt a momentary pang of frustration at her subject's sudden failure to follow directions - had his willpower finally shattered completely under the unrelenting assault of pain she had inflicted on him? It would be such a pity if he proved useless now after all this...

Then she got an idea and straightened up with a determined gleam in her eye. If a gentle request wouldn't work anymore, then perhaps a more forceful approach was needed to get his battered body moving again...

She raised one foot high above him like before, watching with morbid fascination as fresh dread filled Marcus' eyes at the implication of what was about to come next. "Get up and spread your legs RIGHT NOW!" she barked out in a tone that left no room for disobedience. "NOW!"

To her delight, the sudden burst of aggression seemed to reignite some last spark of responsiveness deep within him. Marcus let out an agonized whimper but somehow forced his shaking limbs into action as he slowly, painfully began dragging himself upright again on hands and knees...

Dr. Sinclair felt a rush of triumphant glee as she watched the tortured movements of his ravaged body straining towards some semblance of obedience once more - all at her command now, like a broken doll dancing for its cruel mistress!

Dr. Sinclair smiled down at her work with grim satisfaction, wondering how long she could keep pushing him to ever greater depths of suffering before something finally gave way inside that shattered shell of a man. It seemed the limits were endless when it came to testing just how far the human body could be forced under the unrelenting torment of a sadist's whim...

He was terrified beyond all reason now but some twisted part of him still craved her approval above even the most basic instincts of self-preservation... And so when she gave that final command, Marcus forced his legs into one last desperate spread despite the fresh spasms of agony it sent jolting through his swollen, pulsing testicles.

Dr. Sinclair watched in morbid fascination as he obeyed, noting how every muscle clenched and shuddered from the effort - even though she knew he must be in excruciating pain by now, teetering on the very brink of his sanity... And yet still he held that position, awaiting her kick like an insane masochist ready to be put down.

She impatiently wanted to draw her foot back and struck him again with all her might, putting her full body weight behind it this time - aiming not just for his testicles but higher, right into the soft underbelly where it would hurt him most.

Then, with all her might... The impact made a sickening crunch even through his muffled screams and she saw stars explode in her vision as fresh tears gushed from his eyes to splash onto the floor...

Marcus collapsed in a writhing heap, back arching up like a bowstring about to snap at any moment - his body jerking helplessly even as the last of his conscious thoughts scattered into oblivion under that final brutal blow.

"Excellent," Dr. Sinclair breathed after what seemed an eternity, her voice trembling slightly now despite herself... She knelt down beside him and patted Marcus' heaving chest with clinical detachment until he finally stilled at last in a fetal position, limp and broken like a marionette with its strings cut.

"Now then," she continued brightly as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred - as if this level of sadism was simply an everyday part of her practice. "That'll do for today," she announced briskly, straightening up and stretching her aching back. "Let's see when will be your next appointment"

Dr. Sinclair was surprised by his incapacity of any reactions or thoughts. His eyes were blank and glazed over like a madman's. With an expert hand, she gently rolled his broken body up off the floor - hissing in discomfort as fresh tears spattered her cheek where they splashed from his slack mouth. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" She cooed falsely bright. "All done for today! You did ever so well for me, my brave patient..."

She began the slow process of redressing him in a haze of clinical detachment - marveling anew at how his limbs still responded to her slightest touch despite whatever mental void had swallowed up the man she saw before her now. When finally clothed once more though still shivering and mewling softly from residual agony, Dr. Sinclair propped him up on unsteady feet like a newborn fawn just learning to walk...

"Remember Marcus," She instructed sharply as she began maneuvering them both towards the rear door with a firm hand on his elbow - far too many people milling around out front for her tastes. "You won't tell anyone about our session here today, understood? It was just a normal consultation and nothing more. We clear?"

He nodded jerkily in reply - eyes still glazed over as he clutched at the door frame like it might be his only lifeline to sanity... She pushed him through into the back door then before turning to face her next patient already waiting in the reception area with an encouraging smile.

Dr Sinclair smiled falsely, welcoming her new patient. She closed her office door and started another consultation session, eagerly wondering if this one would be as interesting as Marcus had been. Her mind was still spinning at the possibilities of further tests she could conduct on him - maybe next time she could involve his wife somehow... The thought sent a fresh shiver of sadistic delight through her core despite the looming professional responsibilities of another session to focus on now.

As Dr. Sinclair reviewed the file on her next patient with growing excitement, a wicked grin began to spread across her face. It seemed this one too had all the telltale signs - increasing passivity and compliance, difficulty resisting orders from anyone even when it went against his own self-interest...

Her mind raced with perverse possibilities as she imagined pushing this new test subject to even greater depths of depravity than Marcus. Maybe she'd start with a few light commands - demand he strip naked in front of her, making him lick her pussy... To start. Then she could test his ability to reject some orders, by subjecting his testicles to a session of consensual ballbusting...

She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. The thought of a world where more and more men fell under this compulsion thrilled her to no end - an entire gender at the mercy of female whims, no matter how dark or sadistic those desires might be. It would be like having one's own personal army of obedient pain toys to do with as she pleased!

Dr. Sinclair straightened up and smoothed her lab coat back into place with a determined nod. She was eager now for this new consultation to begin, hungry to explore just how much further down the rabbit hole these men could be pushed...

And so it began...

She pulled the glass door to the break room open and walk inside. The rest of her female coworkers were gathered around the watercooler. They were speaking in hushed tones as she walked over to join them.

“Oh Susan you have got to see this!” Cindy said.

Cindy was the most junior receptionist and was just out of high school. She held out a cloth doll for the older women to see.

“Aren’t you a little old for toys?” Susan replied.

The younger women turned bright red.

“It’s not a toy it’s magic!” She said.

“There’s no such thing as magic,” Susan replied.

“Yes there is I can prove it!” Cindy said.

She pulled some hair from her pocket and wrapped it around the doll.

“What is that?” Susan asked.

“It’s Edward’s hair you need something from the person so the magic can work,” Cindy replied.

“That’s disgusting! I mean were did you even get it?” Susan asked.

“He keeps a comb in his desk,” Cindy replied.

Susan sighed.

“You really shouldn’t be going through people’s desks without permission,” she said.

“Yeah well he shouldn’t grab my ass without permission but he does anyway,” Cindy replied.

“If he’s doing that kind of shit you need to go to HR!” Susan said.

“I did but they won’t do anything because he’s friends with the owner’s son!” Cindy replied.

“Look I get that it’s frustrating but that isn’t going to make it better,” Susan said.

She gestured at the doll.

“Yes it will watch!” Cindy replied.

She held the doll up and flicked it in the side of the head. Someone yelped in pain causing the women to turn and look out of the breakroom window. There Edward sat at his desk rubbing the side of his head.

“That has to just be a coincidence!” Susan said.

One of the other women grabbed the doll from Cindy and pinched its cheek. Edward yelped again and grabbed his cheek.

“See!” Cindy replied.

“That doesn’t prove a thing there could just be a fly or something!” Susan said.

Cindy took the doll from the other woman and then dug her thumbnail into its back. Edward jumped out of his chair, his hand immediately going to rub the same spot that she’d jabbed the doll in. Susan stared out the window at the man frowning for a moment before turning back to Cindy who had a smug look on her face.

“See I told you it was magic!” Cindy said.

“Give me that!” Susan replied.

She snatched the doll from the younger woman and held it up to examine it. She frowned at it again and then flicked it hard in the crotch. Edward suddenly grabbed his groin and doubled over.

“Well I’ll be dammed,” Susan said.

Cindy reached for the doll again but Susan turned away from her.

“I’m not done yet!” She said.

She flicked the doll in between the legs a few more times each time her finger impacted the doll Edward flinched in pain. He fell to the ground clutching himself and whimpering in a pitiful way. Other employees started to gather around him, several of them pulling out their cell phones to either call the authorities or record his plight. One of the other women took the doll from Susan and then pinched the crotch between her thumb and index finger. Edward started to howl in pain and roll around as if his gonads had been caught in a vice. All of the commotion caused the district manager to walk out of her office to investigate she went over to Edward and looked down at him frowning for a moment before chasing the onlookers away.

“Here you haven’t had a chance yet,” The woman holding the doll said.

“Thanks,” Another women replied.

The final woman took the doll and then pulled a hand full of small binder clips from her pocket, the other women gave her a funny look when they saw them.

“I was prepping handouts for the meeting with the Oswald group,” the final woman said.

The women nodded in understanding and watched as she placed the clip on the doll’s groin. Edward let out a blood-curdling scream it was so loud that the district manager jumped back.

“Uh I think we should stop now,” Cindy said.

“Yeah, but first I need to do something with that doll,” Susan said.

She held out her hand and the woman handed her the doll.

“Hey don’t break it!” Cindy said.

“I won’t but I need to make sure Edward will leave you alone,” Susan replied.

“How are you going to do that?” Cindy asked.

“Like this!” Susan replied.

She pinched down on the binder clip with all her might Edward screamed again and then passed out a dark stain started spread out from the crotch of his trousers. Susan handed the Cindy back the doll the young woman took it and looked at the older women with a horrified look on her face.

“What have you done?” She asked.

“Now he’ll leave you and all of the other women in the office alone,” Susan replied.

She turned and walked out of the break room leaving her coworkers to stare at the doll.

WARNING: This story contains castration and light gore. This story contains non ballbusting content at the beggining used to introduce the readers to the world where it is set in.

Magic, a powerful art that was as ancient as the very genesis of the world, known to many but practiced by very few.

In fact, in order to become a spellcaster it was necessary to receive a blessing from the Goddess of Arts, through one of her priestesses.

Because of their high affinity with mana, the source of every Magic, only women were granted a blessing, either at birth for the daughters of one of the Founders Families or after graduating from an officially approved Academy.

People that wanted to follow the path of Magic, on their 18th birthday were given a catalyst, capable of crystallizing the mana gathered into a spell of equal intensity.

The category of the spell produced depended on the method used to acquire the mana, which generally involved a tribute of different natures, usually obtained through a sort of ritual.

“This should be all the relevant information, I think”

Fiona commented, taking one last look at the papers scattered across the table before putting them back in her bag.

“Magic seems to work completely differently here compared to where I lived. Can’t really tell if it is easier or harder though”

She added before standing up to take a look at the clock fixated on the highest spot of the opposite wall.

“Almost time, better get prepared”

She thought to herself as she walked toward the bathroom where her big green eyes locked themselves onto the reflected image on the mirror.

She adjusted a few strands of her long, wavy golden hair behind her ears with one hand while with the other she carefully applied a shade of red lipstick on her plumpy lips.

Satisfied with the results, Fiona turned around and left the bathroom, back into the living room. She sat down and waited for around five, long minutes until someone knocked on the door.

She stood back up and walked toward the entrance, allowing the person outside in. After greeting her, a man in his thirties stepped inside, and he was quick to address her.

“You are actually gonna pay me the whole sum, right?”

“Of course! Not only did you give me all that information but you also accepted to partake in the ritual with me. Never expected I would find someone so willing to help a stranger.”

“I am not really in the situation to say no to money, right now. Though, I am curious, you talked about an article, are you a journalist or…”

He asked, after handing her a notebook page which he took out from one of the pockets of his trousers.

“Let’s say a…researcher would be the correct term to describe me”

She replied as she read the note, slightly surprised, if not shocked, by its contents.

“That sounds like a bit…uhhh, we don’t really have any alternative, right?”

He shook his head and Fiona sighed, making a hint to follow her as she led him toward the middle of the room.

“Let’s get this started then”

He nodded to her words, running his hands toward his waist to pull both of his pants and boxers down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then, with a single movement of her leg, she hammered her knee in the space between his legs.

It connected with a loud thud, flattening both of his testicles against her kneecap and forcing a pained shriek out of his lips that made her open her eyelids.

She let her leg rest in his stomach for one, long minute, enough to savour the weird, yet somewhat enticing sensation of his soft nuts squashed against the fabric of her stocking.

“It’s kinda working…although this is not really enough to cast a spell yet”

She said as she pulled her leg away, after noticing that the crystal catalyst around her neck had been filled up for around one quarter of its entire capacity of a strange dark, glowing liquid.

“I will strike harder this time, better brace yourself”

“Wa-”

She didn’t let him finish, interrupted by the slapping sound of leather bruising against skin as the front of her shoe smashed his nuts into his pelvic bone.

On impact, her leg vibrated, releasing all the force in her muscles and exerting a pressure intense enough to squeeze a few drops of precum out of his dick’s tip onto the silk threads of her black pantyhose stocking.

With all the air squeezed out of his lungs, he wasn’t neither able to scream, nor move, nor breathe. He just fell down onto the floor, hitting the carpet with his nose.

“With the catalyst half filled, I could attempt to cast a spell now. Since I don’t know how this is going to turn out, you better tell me when you are ready.”

It took five seconds for him to be able to nod his head. He tried to look up but his dull eyes couldn’t rise past the red high heels in front of them, following along their shadows as they moved toward his crotch.

At the sight of the swollen, violet sack lying next to her feet, she felt a weird sense of guilt wash over her previously found enthusiasm.

“Feel like I may need to give you some extra money for the medical bill…Actually, let me try something myself”

‘Why I have a bad feeling about this’

He thought to himself when his eyes caught a glimpse of her index stretching forward to point at his crotch. She chanted something he couldn’t understand, then, from her fingertip, a jet of chilling water was shot toward his right nut.

His body froze at the sight of her shocked expression, hinting that this wasn’t the expected result. Unable to control the spell, she just watched in horror as it pierced through the fragile orb, carving a hole into its skin.

Blood sprayed on the floor, followed by a mixture of cum and blood erupting from his cock’s tip onto her ankles. She looked away instantly, throwing herself onto the floor to reach his mouth and silence those ear shattering screams to avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

She lied next to him until he had exhausted all of his strength, watching him faint from the blood loss before standing back up to look at his crotch and ascertain the damage done to his manhood.

“This is so bad. God, this doesn’t even look fixable.”

She commented when she saw how big the hole was, its borders mixing with the dark, necrotic skin around them.

“I am gonna get into some serious troubles now. Actually you know what, I am out of here!”

She packed as much as she could of her belongings and she ran away.

I haven’t been on this app in a while or at least active enough to write some of my experiences but I am now so I’ll tell you guys some of them. As the title suggests, it’s a follow up on the two friends I mentioned in my previous post a while ago.

Gym Experience: I went to the gym with one of the women and we were warming up with leg stretches. She was wearing black nike shorts and I was wearing black shorts as well, and she was doing the splits and wanted to see if I could. So, after she finished doing the splits I attempted to do it but I couldn’t. She placed her foot right under my balls and I was like “oh shit, please don’t kick me in the balls” as I was in a vulnerable spot trying to do the splits. She giggled and lifted her foot near my balls and I lost balance and I landed right on her foot. I groaned in pain and she instinctively kicked her foot up, adding more injury to what just happened. I was on the floor in fetal position and she was rubbing my back, giggling but also apologizing.

Playfighting/Lifting Experience: I used to play fight with these two women a lot back then, but there was this one time when I lifted one of them above my shoulder, and I was spinning her around to make her dizzy and because it was funny. She didn’t like it that much and she yanked on my hair as hard as she could with one of her hands, then she reached over to my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could. We both fell to the ground and I clutched onto my balls as she stood above me and stuck her tongue out.

I sat in the hot shower for an hour, constantly rubbing my swollen balls until they barely hurt, I was humiliated after what Kaylee did in the match. I finally got out, wearing a towel when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“How are the little guys” said Kaylee with a smug grin in her face.

“Good, they don’t even hurt” I lied.

“Sure big guy, anyways want to watch the next match with me”

“Hell no, you humiliated me in front of all those people”

“Please, it will be fun I promise” she said with puppy dog eyes.

“It will be boring, the guy is obviously going to win”

“Well I beat you” she said with that stupid smile.

“Only because you cheated, if it was a real match you and any other women would be pinned in seconds”

My towel was ripped away and a hand wrapped around my balls, she pulled but not squeezed. My eyes widened when she pulled out a flyswatter and took it to the bottom of my balls, the most sensitive part.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh” I groaned.

“What’s that about the men winning” she said a she slapped again and again. Tears were in my eyes as she thwacked my balls several times until I folded.

“Please please I’m sorry you were right”

Kaylee smiled and let go, dropping me to my knees. She reached down and gave my balls another slap.

“Welp go get dressed, I’ll be waiting” she said as she walked out. I cursed, no way I was letting some girl from my class boss me around. I put on a loose tank top and shorts and walked out, quickly finding Kaylee sitting beside another boy.

“Oh hey Mark this is Luke, he is Lola’s boyfriend, she has a match after this one coming up” Kaylee said.

I shook Luke’s hand, he was pretty tall, nice, and muscular, he seemed like a good guy. We watched as the next match started, first a guy came out, he was Mexican, muscular, and tall, wearing a purple speedo and an additional purple luchadore mask. I smiled, knowing this mountain if a man was going to kill whatever girl he was against. Kaylee tapped my shoulder and pointed,

“Oh here she comes, she is one of my best friends” she said excitedly.

My jaw dropped as I saw the woman enter, she was wearing a purple bikini that barely encased her humongous tits. She seemed to be Latina also, with black hair in a ponytail, a pretty face, and a big ass. I couldn’t keep from staring at her boobs. They looked natural and were the best rack I have ever seen, both in person and on the internet. They revealed their names as Rey and Maya.

The match started and the two circled each other, they were clearly trash talking but I couldn’t make anything out. Rey then kept on lunging at her, proceeding in her dodging, the match was like this until he tackled her. I thought she would give up but she started tracing his muscles with her finger, squeezing her elbows to show her cleavage. Like most guys in his situation, he had a massive erection, getting off of her. Like him, I too had an erection, watching her tits sway as she walked towards, him. He got down on all fours for a leg tackle, but she just stuck her breast in his face blocking his vision. I sighed, I would give anything to be in that position. While he was engulfed in her tits, she reared her foot back and slammed it into his twin orbs. Mine and his reaction deflated, I squirmed in my seat along with Luke. Kaylee laughed.

“Something wrong boys?” She asked with that familiar smile.

Rey was on the ground, ass in air holding his balls, moaning. Maya circled him, lining her foot up with the dangling target in front of her, she then kicked him so hard he flipped onto his back. I audibly grunted, now sweating and crossing my legs along with Luke. Kaylee was full on giggling, I couldn’t help but admit she looked cute lie, that. I looked back at their ring and saw her positioned in between his legs, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a ping-pong paddle, waving it to the audience. I looked in horror as she grabbed his testicles, reared back the paddle, and CRACK. I bent over, telepathically feeling the pain. After 15 seconds, I sat up, the whole time hearing several cracks. She was relentlessly thwacking his nutsack, hitting it harder each time, Rey squirmed and screamed, fully at the mercy of the beautiful fighter. After about 2 minutes of torture, she reared back with two hands and delivered the loudest thwack I have ever heard, this sound was superceded by the macho man singing soprano. He finally tapped and I let out a sigh of relief, I looked over at Luke who was like me and all the other men in the stadium, sweating, legs crossed, and hands over balls.

“Mark I thought for sure that you said all of the men would win easily, doesn’t look like that’s the case” she said giggling.

I looked up and sighed, seeing another muscular man and Luke’s beautiful girlfriend making their entrances, I was praying that this match didn’t end up like mine and Rey’s. I shuddered when Kaylee said,

“Guess what Mark, I booked us a rematch for tomorrow!”

Maddie could hear the commotion happening upstairs; Grace was well past the 5minutes they’d agreed. It was time to go up and intervene before she popped one of the poor guys nuts.

“What are you two getting up to?” Maddie asked as she walked into the room. Caleb’s huge shiny red orbs were pulled taught, easily 4” away from his body, Grace looked up as she pulled back her fist, for what must have been the hundredth time. Tears were streaming down Caleb’s face as he fought against the constraints.

“You know his dick doesn’t get hard? No matter how many punches I land, it’s kind of fucked up” Grace seemed genuinely troubled by this fact, but it didnt stop her landing another 3 punches in rapid succession.

“Haha, Grace, that’s because unlike your subs he isn’t into pain, now let his balls go”.

Reluctantly Grace dropped his swollen plums with a splat, completely spent, Caleb’s manhood looked ruined.

“Ooof baby, she really did a number on your nuts, huh?” Maddie slowly navigated his huge, tender, balls through the ring of the 1” cage. Soft from the brutal busting session Caleb’s dick squished easily into the tight confines of the cage; it was clearly far too small for his cock, but compared to the flat cage, it was paradise. Maddie gently lowered the bag of ice onto his balls and loosened the straps on the ball bag.

“Fuck Maddie she’s a psycho, don’t let her near my balls again” Caleb pleaded.

“Oh dear, and I thought you might have enjoyed it a little rough, no? I was just about to offer you a way out of this cage right now…if you’ll take a 2nd round with Grace. But I mean, if you can’t take it then I guess you can stay caged.” Maddie could see Caleb’s mind whirring, another round with Grace would be hell on earth, but then it would be over, he would be free and he could jerk off again. No, he couldn’t do it, not again.

“No, nothing is worth that, she nearly neutered me”.

Grace laughed from across the room “bitch boy, that was barely a warm up. I’ve had guys take that before work in the morning”.

“Okay baby, I’ll keep you locked if you want, but you need to beg me nicely” Maddie moved closer to his face, her lips slightly parted, just inches from his.

“Please Maddie, keep me locked, I promise I’ll be good”

“Oh really, how good? How are you going to please me?” Maddie whispered, Caleb could feel her hot breath on his face. Somehow Caleb’s dick was stiffening, reacting to the dominance with a flood of hormones.

“Please, I’ll eat your ass, you can ride my face, I’ll eat as many cream pies out of you as you want, please just keep me caged” Celeb was pleading, the words came easily once he’d started, this newfound submission was almost without humiliation, in the moment at least.

“Ooo, well, since you asked SO nicely, you want me to keep you locked for a month don’t you?” Maddie giggled.

“I…oh shit” Celeb faltered, a month. There was no way.

Maddie lifted the ice off his balls and started to pat them dry gently with a towel. “Its entirely up to you baby, I have the key here, I can unlock you right now”.

Celeb looked over at Grace, she had a malevolent look in her eye as she unlaced her black doc martin boots. Caleb practically whispered into the room “Please, keep me locked for a month Maddie.”

“Louder” Maddie commanded.

“Please, keep me locked for a whole month!”

“Much better, we couldn’t have that missed off the recording could we?” Maddie asked rhetorically, she moved over to the cabinet where her phone was propped up recording.

How long had that been there? Had it captured the whole thing? The brutal punches from Grace? The pathetically ruined orgasm? Caleb felt panic rising up inside him again, he didn’t want to know. All he knew was that it was going to be a fucking long month.

"I just can't believe you, peeping on my best friend, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Amy said. She was pissed at me. It seems that Hope told her what happened yesterday.

"I wasn't peeping on her, I just walked into the suite and she left her door open while she was changing."

"You didn't have to stand there staring, you should have just walked on."

"Look, honey, it's just a misunderstanding. I wasn't doing anything wrong, Hope just went ballistic on me, my balls still hurt."

"You think your balls hurt now? Wait until I'm done with them."

"Please, Amy, nothing happened."

She stepped towards me, I was fucked, I knew it. The truth is that I did stop and stare at Hope while she was getting dressed. I couldn't help it, she has an amazing body. Just fucking amazing. Big tits, nice curves, the whole deal, and she was standing naked in her room looking in the mirror as she tried on her bikini. I had a hard on in seconds, and she turned around and saw my cock pushing against my swimsuit.

Amy and I were getting changed into our swimsuits, we were heading down to the pool to catch some sun. Amy stood in front of me naked. She looked good, really good. Even as she was giving me the business, her big breasts swung around as she talked and waved her arms. I had been watching Amy get dressed, I love her body, and my cock was already nearly erect before she started talking about my balls. It was getting harder as Amy ranted at me.

Amy's hand shot into my boxers, and her hand quickly found my balls. She grabbed them and began to squeeze. "Fuck Amy!" I moaned. I like having my balls squeezed during sex, but not like this. "Amy!" I groaned, as my knees began to get weak. Her hand mashed them into each other, the pain was staggering.

"Are you going to cum when I squeeze them? You fucking pervert!"

Oh shit, I guess Hope told her about that too. Fucking Hope has a big mouth, not that I'm surprised. Those two tell each other everything. Amy moved her hand around, trying to get a better grip. My boxers were getting in her way, she yanked them down. My erect cock popped out and nearly hit her in the face.

"You have a hard on? What the fuck Matt?"

"Your hands are in my boxers, of course I have a hard on. Plus you're half naked."

Amy looked down at her big breasts, I did too, my cock only got harder.

"You are such a fucking pervert, you need to be punished."

Her hand clenched on my balls, I looked down at them, pushed flat together, ball meat squishing out between her fingers. I put my hands on her hands, trying to peel them away.

"Get your hands away!" she growled. "Take your punishment like a man."

I had a moment of reflection, I could always run out of the room, get in my car and go. I looked down at Amy, her big breasts mashed together between her arms as she held my balls. I could run for it, or I could stand there while my angry girlfriend squeezed my balls.

Oh, fuck it!

I pulled my hands away, and put them behind my back. She took her hand off my balls for a moment, then she took a ball in each hand, she jammed her thumbs into them.

"FUCK! AMY! MY BALLS!" I nearly squealed as the pain flooded my midsection, quickly traveling through my whole body, my knees gave out and I dropped to the floor in front of her. I felt queasy and my mind was foggy, I looked up at her in agony. My hands cupped my aching balls, and she bent down and tried to grab my balls again.

"Move your hands!"

This time I didn't, she reached between my legs and managed to grab my cock. She pulled on it, she tried to yank me up by my cock. My cock was still hard, even after the beating my balls took, her tugging on it quickly led to the obvious conclusion. I blasted a load of cum into her hand, she didn't seem to notice as she kept tugging on my cock in a vain attempt to get me to stand again. I groaned in ecstasy as my cock and balls emptied into her hand and onto her arm.

"Are you cumming?" she yelled.

"You're jerking me off, Amy, what did you think would happen," I winced. I didn't want to tell her how good it felt, how the excitement of her abusing me led to an orgasm was so intense that I nearly fainted. I didn't want to admit that it was just as good as the orgasm Hope gave me just yesterday.

"Amy, you have to calm down, this was all just a misunderstanding. I wasn't peeping on Hope, I just walked in and she left the door open."

"She says you were peeping."

"Well, that's not true. I don't care what she says."

"We'll see about that, I'll get the two of you in a room when she comes back from her massage."

Oh great.

Whether you know of a story that is already written or decide to write one yourself doesn't matter, but does anyone know of a voodoo ballbusting story?

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