I do so love historical BB/TT stories, so here's one for you. Enjoy!
the high priestess of Vesta looked down from her dais. Her silky black hair
fell over one shoulder and she brushed it aside. The man in front of her, at
the bottom of the stairs, was clothed in a simple white robe which hid his assets
and his muscular body. He was flanked by two sisters of the order who were his
guards and guides, and they introduced him to their mistress.
is Marcus, mistress. He has come to us so that he may sacrifice his manhood to
the Goddess. He wishes to experience the ultimate ecstasy of the 'The
see," remarked Benedicia. "And what is it that he is offering? Let us
see his sacrifice."
blond priestess to his right undid his sash and disrobed him. His body was
perfect, flawless. Smooth, muscular and hung. His flaccid member was seven
inches and thick and lay over two enormous ovals, his testicles. They were
massive too, and they hung there like two peaches - round, succulent and
nice," said Benedicia as she got up and walked down the stairs. She
stopped in front of Marcus. Slowly she raised her hands and ran them over his
handsome face, down the neck, across his pecs, over his washboard abs, down the
flat of his pelvis and came to cup his balls. They were beautiful and among the
largest she'd ever seen on a human. There were animals that had larger, like
cows and horses, but these were massive, and would be a fitting tribute to the
looked into his green eyes and searched them. "Do you realize what you are
about to do?"
voice was deep and husky, "I do, mistress. I want to experience the
ultimate ejaculation in service to your order. I wish it with all my heart that
the Goddess should have my balls." Benedicia rolled his nuts around in her
hand, and they did not shrivel or retreat. This man meant what he said, and was
obviously desirous of becoming a eunuch.
well," she said. "First you will experience pleasure unlike any
other, but you will be denied release. Then you shall be tortured and endure pain
unlike like any other, but again denied release. And finally, you shall have
your balls burst and when that happens you will cum like a chariot-horse and
most likely die from the pain. I wish you well, young man." The beautiful
priestess gave his ball sack a light slap and resumed sitting on her throne.
him to the bed chamber," she said.
will, mistress," said the blond priestess.
still naked Marcus was guided to a whole different wing of the temple where a
huge bed, fitted with silver satin sheets and feather pillows was laid out. On
the bed was a barely clothed woman of stunning beauty. She had long curly black
hair, perfectly smooth tan skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Her breasts were
large, firm and perfectly formed. Her snatch was shaved and pink. If there was
ever a woman ready to please a man, it was she. Naturally Marcus let himself
get erect and sexually excited. He was already naked and felt no shame in
showing his arousal. This would be the fun part of the day.
was pulled over to the bed by his escorts and Marcus noticed that the woman on
the bed had a long length of cord in her hand. She spoke.
male, this is a length of wet leather cord. I will tie up your verpa and cōleī [penis and testicles] with it and as it dries it will shrink
into a tight bind that will prevent you from releasing your pleasure. It will
also hurt, although this is just a taste of the pain you will endure
tonight." First she tied around his whole package, then one ball, then the
other and then finally around his cock. When it was nice and tight she tied it
off. His already massive cock now reached nine inches long, and its bulbous
head was nice and purple. And his balls, well they had started to swell too.
woman spoke again. "I am Naticha and this is Callisto and Dulcea,"
she said, pointing to his two chaperones. "We are here to pleasure
you." As Marcus stood in front of her, she sucked in his engorged shaft
and began to give him expert head, while the priestess on ether side of him undressed
and began to kiss and lick his whole body. They guided him to lay down. Naticha
concentrated on his member, Callisto his lips and Dulcea his nipples.
any hot-blooded Roman man, Marcus was at ease with women worshiping his body,
but these weren't just any women. These were holy priestesses. One cut below
royalty, so it was an honor just to be in their presence. In addition to that,
this whole exercise in sacrifice was about purging his bloodline of shame and
ignominy for getting on the wrong side of the Senate and loosing their positions
of power within the Empire. Of all his brothers, Marcus had been chosen to make
the ultimate sacrifice to the Goddess and thus assure his family would reclaim
their success through divine intercession. And he was glad to do it, for it was
said that an hour with a Vesta priestess was like being in Elysian and that the
final release when his balls were crushed would be a release unlike any other.
stopped kissing Marcus and left the bed to go drip her hand into a large
amphora in the corner, full of olive oil. She took some and smeared and oiled
up Marcus's whole body, including his cock and balls. Natisha stopped sucking
him off to watch his member become slick and shiny with oil. She then took off
her diaphanous toga to expose her breasts to him and mounted him. Her cunny
quivered and she shivered a bit as his huge cock slid inside her. Marcus
moaned, but that moan was soon muffled as Dulcea slipped out of her own gauzy
toga and made Marcus suck on her nipples, pushing her plump pillows into his
face and watching him worship her breasts.
began to slowly ride her young buck while the other two priestesses worshiped
his body or let Marcus worship theirs. At one point Dulcea mounted Marcus's
face so that he could eat her out. Which he did, with great enthusiasm. The
women worked his body over, all of them slick with oil, and full of engorged
body parts - erect nipples, flushed skin, and quivering genitals. This went on
for at least an hour. Each woman took turns having his dick inside them, and
each took turns letting his tongue lash their caves but no matter how hard he
tried, Marcus just couldn't cum. It was like there was a vice around his man
parts and he was unable to experience a release, despite the fact that he
normally came within fifteen minutes of fucking a woman. When all four of them
were finally exhausted, the women from their orgasms and Marcus from providing
them, it was time to move on to the painful part of the sacrifice.
three women got off the bed and two new women entered the room.
is Flavia and Jessamine. They will execute the next part of your experience."
The two women guided Marcus with his face and dick red from over-use out the
door and through some hallways to another room. Inside were shackles. They
attached them to Marcus's wrists and ankles and then Flavia turned a winch
which lifted Marcus off the ground and suspended him, buck naked, in mid air. His
bound up cock and balls swayed between his stretched out legs. Marcus expected
them to immediately begin to torture him. But instead they brought out pots of
henna oil and brushes and began to paint his naked body. It took another hour
but eventually his whole, smooth beautifully muscular body was painted with swirls
and mystic red markings of Vesta. Throughout the painting his dick stayed hard
from the cord wrapped around it, and they even painted it.
the painting was finished a small group of women came in, several of which had instruments
and they began to play a lively Roman religious tune. Flavia and Jessamine
attached metal anklets to their feet and began to dance, Flavia in front of
Marcus and Jessamine behind. The women danced and then at crucial points began
to kick, slap or punch Marcus's bound up balls. TINKLE TINKLE. The anklets
rattled each time their respective feet made contact with Marcus's goods. As
the music got louder and more intense, so did the ballbusting. WHAM WHAM WHAM,
TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE. Marcus's balls began to swell and turn an angry red, and
he started to grunt loudly with each punt, but no matter what the women kept
dancing. The music and torture became relentless. Balls were kicked, smashed,
slapped and even briefly squeezed. Were he not in such pain, Marcus would
probably have admired the women busting him. They were both beautiful and
wrapped in the same gauzy, see-through togas that the other women had been in.
Flavia and Jessamine twirled, swooped, spun, and thrust themselves into a
religious frenzy. The music increased in tempo and Marcus's grunts turned into
screams. This whole thing went on for what seemed like forever. Marcus's balls
had tripled in size now and looked like angry bull-balls. They were HUGE. And
each additional kick made them swell. Finally, the music rose to a crescendo
and the kicking and hitting become one long sustained ballbusting session with
Marcus nearly losing his mind from the pain. Then everything stopped, the two
dancing priestesses panting from their exertion.
meanwhile just hung there, like a limp doll, his head lolling and his eyes
rolling back. He was lost to the world, and the women around him noticed. One
brought a pitcher of water and a cup and poured some so Marcus might revive a
little. Another priestess helped him eat some honeyed biscuits and the sugar
plus the pure clean water gave Marcus a much needed boost of energy. He did
revive a bit and they let him hang there for a while and come back to normal consciousness.
Then, they lowered him and took off the manacles. With the support of Flavia
and Jessamine he was half dragged, half carried to the altar room and he was
placed before it. The altar itself was about knee high, which meant that as he
was placed before it, his cock and balls rested naturally upon its stone
surface. One priestess had a knife and she cut the cord binding them so that
his worked-over nuts hung loose and his massive erection was free to slap
against his stomach. Flavia spoke.
is where we crush your cōleī in honor
of our goddess. This is Petra
and she will stand upon your cōleī
until they burst. Now drink this, it will allow you to release at the
culmination of the ceremony." Marcus drank from the goblet she offered and
whatever was in it was sweet and rather acidic. And it left a funny taste in
the back of his throat. Jessamine tied his hands behind his back and left him
there, ready to be sacrificed.
a group of priestess came in and began singing, while Petra stood on the altar and danced with lit
candles in her hands. She began to chant in the ancient temple language of
which Marcus could only understand a little: "dear goddess . . . . take
these organs . . . the organs of life . . . give this man . . . everlasting
purity. . . from now on . . ." and
on and on it went once again the chanting increased in intensity until the
whole room filled with the sounds of frenzied devotion and Petra's gyrations on
the alter became extreme. And then out of the blue she stomped her foot down on
his lolling left testicle. Once, twice, thrice until it burst with a loud pop.
And then three stomps, nor more, no less, on his right nut popping it as well.
Marcus's body shuddered with a strange and powerful pleasure and his huge cock
spurted white man-milk all over Petra's
feet which then began to dance on the mushy remains of his manhood. SMOOSH
SMOOSH SMOOSH. The women chanted, Marcus's barely hung on to consciousness, and
his ballbag. Then before he could even collapse Petra pulled a dagger from her sash and cut
off his junk, letting Marcus fall over into the waiting arms of an army of
priestesses. One of them applied a glowing brand to his wound to cauterize it
And Petra lifted his spent organs to heaven and then threw him into the fire
where they popped and crackled in the heat. As the smell of smoking manhood
drifted through the room, Marcus had one last thought before he fainted, 'Dear
Vesta give my family good fortune and expatiate our shame. Amen.'.
So I'm assuming that everyone who visits my site likes online porn, and as such I want to pose a hypothetical question which is - when everyone in the known universe has been seen naked, will the purpose of porn be exhausted? In other words will the hunger to constantly see new nude people ever be sated? Or will everyone have their favorites that they don't mind seeing again and again? Do you have favorites? Share!
This story is my contribution to race relations in the US, and has been a long time in the making. It was rather fun to be naughty and use the "n" word several times, as it is to use the "f" word for my gay stories. Anyway, hope it pleases and I'd love to hear from ya'll.
Uncle Tom's Revenge
shed was hot. Sweat trickled down the faces and bodies of all the men in it.
But none of them noticed. They were all too focused on the helpless teenage
black slave hanging from the center of the room. He was naked and his cock and
balls tied up so that they could be better punished, or even better . . .
Pappa Jake, his muscled arms bulging, sized up his victim. Him and his boys had
nutted quite a few slaves, but this was going to be especially satisfying. No
matter what that insipid president Lincoln
said, niggers were to be hung, not freed, if they dared to disobey their
masters, and this little nigger was not going to leave this shed a man. He had
tried to escape the plantation, and now he was going to pay the price.
you little piece of offal. You gave us quite a chase, but anyone with common
sense would have known you can't hide from my bloodhounds. They could track you
to hell and back without losing the scent. It was foolish of you to run. Now
we're going to take away your urge to do anything. For a quite a while."
Pappa Jake smiled grimly, his perfect white teeth glowing in the dappled light.
To his right were Ned and Thomas, to his left were Chris and Jacob. The five
men, together, had emasculated dozens of male slaves and enjoyed every second
of it. These niggers were nothing but chattel, and their bodies, especially
their balls, belonged to Pappa Jake.
burly man with pale skin ordered Ned and Chris to take one each of the boy's
legs and spread them so Pappa Jake would have unhindered access to the boy's
goods. His two fat nuts and his dick hung before him, and as his two legs were
pulled apart the boy's fat scrotum swayed.
goodbye to your manhood, little nigger." With that Pappa Jake backed up,
took careful aim, and kicked the black boy's nuts with all his strength. A
scream rent the air in the hot shed. Pappa Jake kicked them again, and again.
Each time eliciting more screams from the helpless boy. It was sweet music to
their ears. As the boy writhed and screamed Pappa Jake gave teenage Toby's
testicles a pulverizing barrage of percussion. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Pappa Jake's boots were
making a wonderful dent in Toby's groin.
about twenty solid kicks, Pappa Jake motioned for Jacob to have a turn. The
rugged groom took his place in front of the boy and began to ram his knee
straight into the swelling cock and balls naked before him. Toby screamed all
the louder. He wailed, he moaned. Then it was Thomas's turn. He walked up and
began to pound his fist home, straight into Toby's swinging sack. Soon the boy
sagged in his restraints, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he just
twitched with each nut pulverizing punch. He was nearly comatose, and only
fifteen minutes had passed. This was hardly good enough. The boys wanted hours
of fun not just a few moments. Pappa Jake motioned to Ned who was holding
Toby's left leg open to "do his stuff". Of all the men only Ned was
willing to get sexual with the porch monkeys. Ned let go of the leg, kneeled in
front of Toby and gently sucked in the boy's cock. He sucked and licked for
several minutes and to their delight it began to swell. And it seemed to revive
Toby a bit. His eye's steadied and he began to stare down on the white man
giving him head. Despite the pain in his groin, this treatment was bearable.
Ned took some breathers to note his progress, and jacked the boy off a bit.
Soon the erection was a healthy nine inches, with a firm head and a long
straight shaft. Ned swirled his tongue around every inch of the boy's tool, and
got up to suck on the boy's nipples. He even kissed Toby on the lips, exploring
the boys pert pink tongue and feeling Toby moan into his mouth. This pleasant
treatment went on until the boy was relaxed and moderately awake. Pappa Jake
even noted a little pearl of precum forming on Toby's tip. Perfect.
Jake backed up and just before kicking told Ned to move. WHAM. The teenager was
thrown out of bliss and back into hell. Toby's monster cock flounced around as
kick after kick arced into his nuts. Tears of pain and sadness ran down the
boy's face, but all too soon Ned was back, licking, sucking, touching, and
kissing the tears off Toby's beautiful face. Back and forth, pain and pleasure.
By noon all the boys had taken turns busting the boy's balls while Ned kept him
conscious and it was time to destroy the little cliff-ape's manhood once and
for all. While Chris stoked the pot-belly fire and put the sheers in to heat,
Pappa Jake walked up to Toby. This was his favorite part. He looked in the
boy's eyes and reached down to finger his fruit. The cock was semi-hard and the
testicles had swollen to the size of Dixie
peaches, pulling the boy's scrotum taught. Pappa Jake singled out the boy's
huge left testicle and began to squeeze it while Ned jacked the boy to keep him
hard. Harder and harder Pappa Jake squeezed the huge fruit. A keening sound in
the back of Toby's throat could be heard as a result of the unrelenting
pressure being applied to his big black plum. Pappa Jake was making a huge dent
in the thing and it was sure to burst any time soon. The room became very
quite. And you could actually hear it. All of a sudden the testicle
"POPPED" rather loudly. White sperm gushed out of Toby's dick as a
sort of weird response to the bursting and all the men in the room smiled and
hooted at this boy who'd creamed himself at his own emasculation. The semen
coated the boy's legs and belly, and he looked to be one mass of hot mess. But
of course, he had one ball to go, and it was Ned's turn.
sucked the softening cock until it was hard again, and licked up all the cum
covering the boy. He gently kneaded the boy's calves and then his thighs while
he brought the little coon back to life, and when he was, Ned, with some
difficulty, sucked in the remaining whole nut and began to chew on it. Crushing
the thing between his pearly white teeth. This was always Ned's reward for
keeping black males conscious during their tortures. And of course chewing a
ball is far more torturous than outright bursting for it hurts the scrotum too.
Toby squealed and writhed in his restraints as his nut was compressed by a set
of excellent molars. Suddenly Ned's cheeks puffed out and Toby's testicle
burst. Another shot of cum erupted out of the beleaguered boy's cock and ran
all over Ned's hair. It was the last cum the boy would ever produce. And the
last orgasm the boy would ever have. Ned let the huge bloated bag of mush fall
from his mouth, and refocused his attention on Toby's dick. Yes indeed, he
sucked the thing back to life, amazingly, and made sure it was at full mast for
the last part of this ritual. Chris retrieved the glowing red shears from the
fire and stood ready. When Ned had finished his work he stood and stepped away.
to lose your manhood boy, say goodbye to being a father." Pappa Jake
nodded to Chris. The shears opened, were placed over Toby's cock and balls, and
with one clean motion sliced them off and effectively cauterizing the tissue
left behind. The organs fell to the hay-strewn floor with a splat. Toby finally
passed out and just hung there, like a raggedy doll, useless and spent. The
blob of genitals would be fed to the pigs, and the boy would be retrieved by
his relatives. The boys slapped each other on the back for a job well done, and
cleared out. Each went back to their assigned tasks, and Pappa Jake returned to
his beautiful home. It was time to get cleaned up and then later have dinner.
that night, when the main house was quiet and the dogs had been kenneled, Pappa
Jake snored loudly, sleeping in a separate bed from his wife (his wife refused
to sleep with the bastard out distaste for his personality). In the dark
creeped eight men, each barefoot and holding various tools and items, through
the living room, into the foyer and then up the grand staircase. They headed,
unerringly, to Jake's bedroom. Quietly they opened the door, making sure no
light crept in, and then surrounded the huge poster bed and in synchronized
motion at once gagged the sleeping white man, and bound his arms together with
sturdy cordage. They hauled him out of bed, and though the burly, muscled man
fought them every inch of the way, he was no match for eight strong cotton
in the dark they lifted him on their backs and carried the helpless man through
the fields and into the collection of shacks that served as the Africans'
homes. A huge bonfire had been built and there was a wooden frame set up with
lots of ropes. Rough hands stripped Pappa Jake of his nightclothes and tied him
spread eagle on the frame, his legs spread wide and his arms perpendicular to
his body. He looked both sexy and helpless. His huge member hung in front of
two ample balls, and his muscular arms and legs flexed as he tried to extricate
himself from his situation. To no avail - slaves knew how to tie unbreakable
front of him was the bonfire, and in front of that was Old Elisa. Old Elisa was
a queer fellow, only five years taken from Africa
and a witchdoctor of sorts. Or at least he held a religious position in his
tribe before he was kidnapped and sold off by a rival tribe to the white
traders. Pappa Jake had always found him creepy and weird, but not now. Instead
the old man instilled absolute terror in his white owner. Because the man was
holding a snake in his hands and was bringing it close to Pappa Jake's groin.
Old Elisa smiled grimly and held the black adder to the two balls dangling in
front of it. The snake reared back as it coiled around the witchdoctor's hands
and struck first the right ball and then the left, its fangs sinking in deeply
into each testicle and injecting its poison. The moment it did so a pain of
life ending intensity shot through Pappa Jake's body. Not only from the fangs
but from their venom. His testicles immediately began to swell and turn a dark
purple. It felt like someone had put his nuts in a vice and were squeezing them
for all they were worth. But this was only the beginning. All the male slaves
lined up, many of whom had been personally emasculated by Pappa Jake, and they
each took turns kicking their bastard master between the legs. They pummeled
his manhood until the insides of his nuts began to rupture. They were huge,
purple and misshapen from all the abuse. Some of the men kneed his nuts others
just kicked them. Pappa Jake vomited from the pain, but none of the slaves
cared one lick, they kept at his testicles until first the left one, and then
the right one ruptured inside their sack. Pappa Jake screamed in agony. Old Elisa
then took some poisoned thorns and pierced his penis with them and after doing
so groped the white man's naked nuts, squeezing ball-pulp like it was taro root
or poi. The black man twisted and squished the spermy goo in the swollen
scrotum until Pappa Jake could stand it no more and passed out. But many of the
slaves kept kicking his genitals until the whole mass turned a nasty shade of
black. Then the witchdoctor took a knife which had been buried in the fire, and
with one fell swoop lopped off his master's manhood, which he picked up and
threw into the fire. Then he plunged the knife into Pappa Jake's heart and slew
the man who had tortured and emasculated dozens of innocent men for no reason
other than abject cruelty. The wound killed Jake instantly, and that was the
end of a wicked white man, and this is the end of the story!
So my first poll, to see how many of your are men, women, trans, or intersexed was a resounding success. I know for sure that there are at least 220 of you who visit my site with any regularity, and that's just way cool. And it's also way cool to know there are women, trans, and intersexed people who enjoy my stuff. That's SO cool.
So my next poll is about what parts of BB/TT you like. Please take the poll, You can have multiple answers.
So, I've been sitting on this story for, oh, about nine years. And the reason why it's been so long in the making is that I wasn't sure if it would be popular and accepted. For two reasons: 1. it takes five pages before the action starts, and 2. it's essentially bisexual ballbusting, and I wasn't sure if anyone would like that (except by those of you who ARE bisexual). At any rate I've finally decided to finish it, so here it is! For your convenience I've marked (in red text) where the action starts in case you don't want to bother with the introduction.
The Powder of Submission
Crystal was weighed down with
her four light shopping bags, but decided to visit one last boutique on Rodeo Drive before
going home. All the sales staff knew her here of course, and she could always
count in getting good service. A latté to moisten her soft-pink lips, a
complimentary bag of cosmetics, and if she felt she needed it, a wonderful foot
massage to ease the burden of a hard day of shopping. While relaxing in a plush
leather chair, the sales girl would always gush over whatever outfit she wore
that day, and compliment her excellent fashion sense, right down to her ruffled
socks and $5000 Guess sneakers.
Crystal opened the door to
receive a cool blast of conditioned air. The young blond sales clerk stopped
what she was doing and came over and kissed both of Crystal’s cheeks.
“Oh. Another winning
combination, Miss Lacy. Chanel skirt with a D&G pleated blouse is perfect.
And that cardigan shows off the Tiffany broach to a marvel.”
Crystal preened. “I know. Isn’t
it gorgeous? And look at these,“ tipping her head to one side, “Mikimoto
diamante and pearl earrings. Made personally, just for me, of course.” Crystal smirked while she
let the girl ooh and ahh over her good fortune.
“So,” said Crystal, “what’s new today? Has the McQueen
spring line come in yet?”
“Oh, well. I’m sorry, no it
hasn’t,” frowned the clerk. But then she brightened. “But . . . Mrs. Vanders
did ask me to tell you she had something special for you, next time you came
in. I can go and get her. Wait here!” The clerk tottered off into the back of
the store, her heels clacking loudly on the marble floor.
Crystal pondered this sudden
turn of events. Mrs. Vanders was the owner of the boutique, and only ever came
out to greet the richest of the rich, and usually the older, more distinguished
had only seen her on one or two occasions. ‘Hmmm,’ thought Crystal, ‘She must have something really
special for me.’
After a few seconds, the elegant
and beautiful Mrs. Vanders came out. She had platinum blond hair in long waives
that perfectly framed her face, and wore a curvaceous, low-cut red dress that
perfectly framed her ageless body. The proprietress gave a distant greeting,
and then gave the young girl an appraising look, arms folded over her chest and
one eyebrow arched.
“You’ve been an excellent patron
of our little store,” she said, finally, in a slow, sultry voice. “I’ve seen
you many times. Everything you’ve purchased has been chic and expensive. You
obviously appreciate only the best, and that’s a valuable trait. It’s what I
like to see in my clientele, and I think it’s time you were offered a bit of
what this store is really all about.”
Crystal cocked her head in
confusion. “Like, what do you mean?”
A small smile twitched in the
side of the matron’s mouth. “I think you should save your questions ‘till we
are alone. Follow me.” The woman turned smoothly, and her tight knee high dress
shifted over her body as she walked with perfect precision into the back
followed, and Mrs. Vanders closed the door behind them.
“Have a seat,” she said to Crystal, then took one
herself, across from the girl. She assessed the young girl before her, and then
stopped to look fully into Crystal’s
eyes. “Do you fully understand what it means to be rich?”
Crystal remained still and
silent, not knowing how to respond. Then she said, “Of course. I means that I
don’t have to do any cleaning or go to a crappy school.”
Mrs. Vander’s eye’s narrowed.
“No, my dear. Being rich means that you can have anything you want. Anything.
Lesser people will say that fulfilling your desires, and any wish you have is a
fantasy. Genies in bottles and the digital magic of Hollywood. But for those with true wealth,
the kind if wealth you have access too, anything is possible. Do you understand
me, anything.” The beautiful blond bombshell’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them
as she said this.
Crystal cocked her head,
incredulous. “What do you mean anything. I’ve been to hundreds of stores, all
over the world. I can buy anything I want. What could you have that they
Mrs. Vanders frowned elegantly
at the insult. Then, she reached under her desk and pressed what must have been
a concealed button. The wall behind her slid aside, revealing a series of
smooth metal shelves, illuminated with concealed lightning, and filled with cut
glass vials that glowed like diamonds. Each bottle was a work of art, and each
contained a liquid or powered of a different hue.
“What are those?” asked Crystal, now curious.
“What are these?” said the older
woman mockingly, as she got up to go stand by them. “These my dear are some of
the most powerful substances ever created. Each one a work of chemical art.
Each one capable of extreme power. Each one virtually priceless in its rarity.
These are the elixirs of youth, of power, and of total control, and which only
the most privileged women can have access too. I think,” and here she paused to
gaze down at Crystal
and assess her again, “that you are ready to join them.”
“No way!” said Crystal. She got up and walked to the cabinet
to look at the bottles. “Are you saying these things are, like . . . like
magical potions? What do they do?” She reached out to touch one, but her hand
was stopped short.
“I didn’t say you were ready for
all of them, my dear, just this one. Sit down.” Mrs. Vanders removed a bottle
of peach colored dust from the shelf and set it down, not in front of Crystal,
“In front of me is something I
think you’ll enjoy. It’s something every woman wished she could have, at some
time or another. It’s called the Powder of Submission, and it makes any male
who eats it your utter, and complete slave. One teaspoon of this powdered
miracle will cause any man to re-arrange his entire existence to suite you and
doing anything you desire, but have no memory of what happens during that time.
The effect only lasts for 24 hours, but oh, what a time you can have.” Mrs.
Vanders smiled at Crystal.
“Tell me, my dear, isn’t’ there anything you would like to do to a man that
would require such persuasion? Anything you’d like that they would never
willingly submit to?”
Crystal slowly grocked the
potential of such a substance, and then nodded slowly, then faster and faster.
The older lady’s smile turned conspiratorial and she leaned forward. “Tell me.
With this in your hands, would you make a man do for you?”
Crystal gushed enthusiastically
with the first thing that popped into her head. “Well, I saw this one movie,
like, once, and, like, oh my god, this blond chic totally nailed the Terminator
guy, I think he’s like Governor, or something, in the nads, like over and over.
You should have totally heard the crunching noise Arnold’s balls made when that girl hit them.
It was way awesome,” she said breathlessly.
“I’d so totally love to do that
to my boyfriend and stuff. All the guys I know, really. They’re all such
jerks,” said Crystal
Mrs. Vanders leaned back and
absentmindedly brushed a invisible spec off her red skirt. “Is that that all? I
mean just a few hits?” She gazed at Crystal
thoughtfully and then leaned forwards again.
“I don’t think you understand
the power of what I’m offering you, Miss. Lacy.
If subduing men is what you enjoy, with one command, you could have
every male you know down on his knees waiting for you to crack his manhood like
a lobster shell. Just imagine the noise a well place kick would make, or better
yet, when you pop one. Oh yes, didn’t
you know? Men’s testicles are incredibly delicate, and I’m sure even that
dainty little foot of yours could burst their nuts like ripe grapes. If emasculating
a man is what you find fun, imagine them offering up their ‘manhood’ too you,
and then having them cleaning up the mess afterwards so you could go out and
have a facial. They wouldn’t remember any of it, and you could even pretend
that they did it to themselves. It would be, shall we say, the perfect crime.”
“Are you saying,” said Crystal,
as she slowly caught on, ”that I could make Ron and my dad and my dip-wad
brother let me do anything to them, and do anything I say? And not remember it
at all?” Crystal’s
eyes went wide with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s totally awesome.” A thousand
forms of humiliation flashed through her head. The possibilities were endless.
And then suddenly, her expression turned
shrewd. “How much will this ‘man-control’ cost me?”
Mrs. Vanders smiled slightly,
and then took out a small lavender card, made of stiff, expensive paper and
wrote down something with a black S.T. Dupont pen, its gold plaited nib
scratching loudly in the silence. She passed the card over to Crystal.
Crystal could barely keep from
sucking in her breath. She was used to throwing down thousands of dollars in a
single purchase, but this was something else entirely. The figure had an awful
lot of zeros. Still, as she considered the powder and its powers, this would
not only give her something to brag about to her girlfriends at school, but it
would give her an opportunity to get revenge on her irritating brother and her
horny boyfriend. And, what the heck, even let her bust the two balls that
helped make her. All those zeros’ were actually starting to seem like a
“Do you accept checks?” She
The proprietress smiled wryly.
A half-hour later Crystal was back at home,
the limo driver having dropped her off before going to collect Ron, her
boyfriend, and that reject of a brother Eric from the skateboard park where
they were practicing like delinquents. David, her father, was in the atrium on
a chaise longue sipping on a mohito and working away on his laptop. David, like
many people in Hollywood was a movie producer,
and also like many people in Hollywood
he had a flawless body – toned, tanned and trim. He wasn’t bulky, but smooth
and muscular, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and wore vintage gold wire
rimmed glasses. Today he had his shirt off and was only wearing some khakis and
some white socks. As Crystal
came in she noticed that his pants set off his bulge to nice affect and she
couldn’t wait to take control of what lay beneath them.
“Hi dad,” she said, walking over
to him, and then leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
David looked up, “Have a nice
day shopping?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh yeah. I found some things
you wouldn’t believe.” Crystal
walked up the marble staircase to her room and put away the cloths she’d bought
and then spent some time deciding on an appropriate outfit for busting
testicles. Something girly and pink should do nicely. She undressed and then
slipped into a Nina Ricci dress, put on some soft pink cashmere socks and
finally some nice pink heeled Blahniks with little bows at the toe. She re-did
her makeup to match the pink tones of her outfit, plumped up her pert breasts,
and gave herself a manicure, pink of course. Just about the time she’d finished
she heard the two boys come through the front door, talking loudly as they
always did. Crystal
went over to the bag containing the powder, slipped it into her cleavage, and
walked down stairs to make her “menfolk” something nice and soothing to drink.
“That three-sixty was KILLER,”
“Yeah, did you see the way I
edged off the side wall?” said Eric.
“Totally. You’re like a god, or
something. Next time you’ll show me how to do that,” remarked Ron
The two teens were gabbing in
the hallway. Ron, Crystal’s
boyfriend, had dark brown hair, a decent body, and clear tan skin. Eric was
somewhat shorter than Ron, had sandy brown hair like his father, and was in a
scruffy outfit, suitable for skateboarding. You’d never guess that his father
was a billionaire.
Crystal stopped in front of
them. “You two totally look like you could use something to drink. I was on my
way to fix myself a Coke Zero, care for something?”
“Thanks, hon,” said Ron. “I’ll
have one too.”
“Like get me a soda now, woman!”
commanded Eric, snapping his fingers. Crystal
stuck her cute little pink tongue out at
him. He returned the gesture. Crystal
kissed Ron on the cheek, pivoted on her heel and walked away. Crystal decided she was going to humiliate
and punish Eric the most, the little brat.
“Dad, can I freshen your drink?”
she said loudly.
“Sure, honey, if you wouldn’t
mind. There’s a pitcher in the fridge.”
Several minutes later Crystal returned, the
little vial between her breasts now empty. “Here you go, dad.” She watched him
take a long, sustain drink.
“Thanks,” he said, never looking
up from his monitor.
Then she walked into the living
room where the two boys had settled down into an Xbox 360 game. She set the
drinks down in front of them. Both boys grabbed their soda’s and guzzled them
smiled to herself. Mrs. Vanders had said it would take 15 minutes for the
powder to take effect, so all she had to do now was wait. In the mean time she
would make a call to her aunt Teresa. Teresa was a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills, and
wealthy in her own right. She was also a man-hating, ballbusting lesbian, and Crystal had no doubts that she’d be only too happy to come
and fix up three men once Crystal
was done with them. Crystal
also had time to set up the video camera so that she could blackmail her
brother with the footage.
Crystal looked down at her pink
Versace watch. The fifteen minutes was up. She walked into the living room.
Both boys were playing their game. Now it was time to see if all those zero’s
she'd paid would pay off.
“So boys, how you feeling?”
“Fine,” they both said. The were
both wrapped up in their game, but their voices had a slight "zombie"
quality to them, like they weren't all there. Crystal decided to test her video camera
first with some old fashioned humiliation. She turned it on and said to Eric,
"Eric, tell me how much you love to suck cock and balls."
To her surprise, Eric dropped
his controller and turned to face her.
"I LOVE to suck cock and
balls," said Eric in a completely deadpan voice.
"OK," said Crystal, "Tell Ron
how much you want to suck HIS cock and balls."
Eric reached over to his friend,
who was still playing, and rubbed his basket. "I want to suck your cock
and balls, Ron," said Eric in a seductive voice.
"Ron," said Crystal, "Let Eric
play with your nuts and cock."
"OK." he said simply.
He dropped his controller too and unzipped his fly. As usual the horndog wasn't
wearing underwear, and with gentleness Eric reached into Ron's pants and pulled
out the boy's equipment. Then, as Crystal
zoomed in with her camera so she could film the action, Eric leaned over and
began to gently lick and suck on Ron's cock. Naturally, it began to harden.
"Take it all in,
Eric," said Crystal.
"I want to see you deepthroat that thing."
"Mmmmhmmm," said Eric.
He began to give Ron head, and Ron moaned. Crystal had seen his dong plenty of times,
but never this big and engorged. It was as big as a dick could possibly be, and
suspected it was the Powder's effect.
"Eric, squeeze his balls
too, like you're trying to pop them."
replied, his mouth filled with man-meat.
"Awww FUCK, my nuts,"
moaned Ron as Eric began to squeeze one nut in each of his hands.
"Do you like that,
Ron?" asked Crystal.
"Tell the camera how much you love having your dick sucked and your balls
"Oh yeah, it's great. Eric
has a great mouth and . . . 'nnnnngggg' . . . FUCK my nuts feel so good being
"Tell him to squeeze
"FUCK. Eric squeeze me
harder, make my nuts mush." Eric really bore down on the twin gonads. Ron
began to cough, and using her hand to lift up Ron's shirt, Crystal got a close up of his muscular abs
rippling from the nut-pain. Meanwhile, Eric was really using his mouth to good
effect as he gave Ron an expert blowjob. Crystal
giggled. It was great to see her lame-ass brother worship some other guy's
prong. He'd never live this down. The little twerp considered himself to be a
real lady's man. She could blackmail him with this for the rest of his goddamn
"Ron, are you getting close
to cumming?" she asked her boyfriend. She knew from experience that Ron
had a short fuse.
"Oh yeah, nnnnnmmmm, CRAP
this is so hot. SHIT that hurts."
"OK, then. Eric stop what
you're doing and get undressed I only want your socks on."
Eric stopped sucking instantly
and scrambled on the couch to get undressed. He pulled off his shirt, then his
pants, shucked off his shoes and slid down his underwear. He was sporting a big
ol' woody too.
"Ron, since Eric was so
nice as to worship your manhood, why don't you return the favor? But before you
do, give him, like, lots of passionate kisses."
The two teens were best friends,
but neither of them would in their entire life would want to french kiss each
other. But, thanks to the Powder, they had no choice. Ron grabbed Eric by the
back of the head, and pressed his lips to Eric's, plunging his tongue deep down
the other boy's throat. It was hot. It was steamy. It was electric. They were
really macking. In fact they seemed to be really into each other, one boy
naked, the other with his tackle hanging out and rigid prick pressed against
the other's. Crystal
began to get a little bit aroused herself. She briefly wondered if she should
start watching gay porn online. This was HOT.
"Ron, worship my brother's
dick and then jack it while you suck hard on his nuts."
"Oh YEAH," said Ron.
"Love to." Ron stopped kissing his naked friend, and leaned over. He
kissed just the tip of Eric's dick, gently tonguing his piss slit, and then
mouthing and sucking on just Ron's purple head and then letting the head pop
out of his mouth. Suck, *pop, suck, *pop. Then he ran his tongue down the
length of Eric's shaft to go and slurp in his dangling huevos. Ron's cheeks
bulged with Eric's two fat eggs, and with one hand he stroked Eric's rigid
Eric's boner was already leaking pre-jizz and Crystal zoomed in to see
it seep out in little spurting drizzles. Eric was groaning as Ron's tongue and
teeth worked over his balls. Ron was pulling them and sucking them hard.
"Ron, do those nuts taste good?"
"Mmmhmmm" he gurggled.
"Why don't you pick one and try chewing on it.
Eric, choose one of your nuts and BEG Ron to try and pop and eat it."
"Oh fuck yeah. OK. Ron baby, chew on my left
nut. OH yeah. Oh, it's so thick and fat and full of sperm butter. FUCK yeah.
Jeezus that hurts. Chew on my tough oyster and then swallow it and eat it. I
want it to become part of you. My little nut in your stomach." There was a
pause as Ron processed the instructions and then "AAAAAHHHHHHHH"
screamed Eric as Ron really did bite down hard on the big left testicle that
was between his molars. But testes are tough, and no matter how hard he chewed,
the damn thing simply wouldn't burst. Seeing this, Crystal told him to stop. She didn't want
blood and gore all over the place.
"Ron stop chewing on his balls. Get up and get
undressed except your socks. We're going to go into the living room."
Ron instantly stopped what he was doing and shed his
cloths. Soon he was just like Eric. Both had nice muscular bodies, lightly
tanned and smooth as butter.
"Follow me, boys," said Crystal. The three marched into where Crystal had set up a
still camera, on a tripod, and she told the two teens to get on their hands and
knees a short distance from it while she oriented the camera and focused it
properly. When it was just to her liking, she let it be and stood in front of
her brother and her boyfriend.
"Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to
stand behind you and kick your heuvos and when I do you're going to bark like
the naughty dogs you are. Let's see if I can't rupture one of your balls and
turn you from studs into bitches. Understand? And no letting your faces drop. I
want you both looking into the camera while I punt you. I want it to capture the
faces you make when I flatten your onions."
Both boys bobbed their heads in acknowledgment. Crystal circled around so
that she could see their dangling scrotums and the vid-cam on the tripod and
chose her brainless boyfriend first. WHAM. A solid kick to his ball-sack. Ron
howled. She kicked her boyfriend between the legs again. SMACK. Ron gurgled in
the back of his throat in pain. Then Crystal
went sideways to kick her brother's balls, not just once or twice but six
times. Her foot almost hurt from connecting with his hard little balls. Stupid
boy. Stupid boy who ululated like a wounded wolf looking straight into the
couldn't be more pleased.
Back and forth between them, she went, occasionally
squeezing their ballbags to check for ruptures and herniation. 'None so far',
she noted. Both boy's bodies were covered in sweat both from the pain and as a
byproduct of the powder. For a full ten minutes the boys received an
unforgiving pummeling of their livelihoods just for their sister's twisted
sense of enjoyment. Finally Eric collapsed and actually wretched while Ron was
rolling on the marble floor whimpering as he held himself. Crystal smiled cruelly. This stuff was too
good to be true.
Leaving the boys to their own miserable states, she
walked into the adjoining room where her father was.
"Dad, like how are you feelin'?" she asked
"Fine," he said in a curious monotone.
"It's getting rather hot in here dad, why not
take off your pants and underwear."
"Good idea, sweety" The sexy 30 year old
set aside his laptop and stood up. He was already bare-chested and undid the
belt buckle holding up his khaki's. Then he pulled down his pants and his
boxer-briefs. Out popped his cock and balls. The very set that had given Crystal her life.
"Dad, get on your knees, put your hands on your
head, and BEG me to totally kick your big fat balls. Like, right now."
stood there, hands on her hips with a pout on her face, her injected plump pink
lips pursed in displeasure.
"Of course dear, anything you say. You're my
little girl, after all." The handsome man knelt before his daughter and
spread his knees. He wasn't erect yet so his dick somewhat hid a full view of
his balls. Crystal's
frown deepened. She yelled to her brother, "On second thought, Eric get
your nutsack in here and give dad a nice blowjob. I want him hard when I crack
Eric and Ron limped in, both holding themselves. Eric
got on his hands and knees, crawled over to his father, and gently sucked in
his father's dick. Ron just stood and watched. Crystal had an idea. She reached under her
dress and pulled her pink panties down and stepped out of them. She sat down on
the edge of the chaise longue and spread her own legs.
"Ron, come give me some pleasure with that
tongue of yours. I want that whirlwind tongue of yours moving at full tilt
Ron just nodded and kneeled before his girlfriend. He
stuck his head under her dress, between her legs and began to lap at her tight
pink Valleygirl twat, nosing it deeply. Crystal
moaned. So did her father. Her brother was doing his best to get his father
rigid with excitement. Even in such a large room, the smell of sex began to
permeate. You know the smell, that heady mixture of saliva, pre-jack and a
dripping honeypot. Musky and sweet.
In the middle of Crystal's pleasure, Eric's voice broke in.
"Dad's hard now sis."
Electricity was mounting in her mound. "Like
totally keep him hard. I'll deal with him in a second." Crystal used her hands to pull Ron's and head
and tongue deeper and deeper in her. Oh, the pleasure was pure liquid Ecstasy
(which she'd tried once at a rave she went to). Finally a shuddering and waves
of pleasure splashed all over her body like warm tingling lightning. Ron came
up for air, and Crystal
licked her moist pink lips. She used her hands to make Ron look up at her and
then she blasted his balls with her leg. The pain his eyes was amazing. He was
so vulnerable right now, both his balls and his face beet red from being worked
over. She kicked him again, and then again until he sagged to her feet.
"Eric trade places with Ron. Ron, go give my dad's
cock some desperate loving. And Eric I'm going to film you going down on
Both boys complied and soon her stupid brother was
worshiping her pussy just as Ron had. But of course she had her video camera in
one hand, and was able to film both activities.
"Dad how is Ron doing?"
"Mmmm. He's great Crystal. His mouth is warm and moist and he
has great suction."
"Excellent. Eric, tongue me better than that or
I'll make you suffocate. Yes, that's better. Oh yes, mmmmm." Crystal was bucking her
hips into Eric's face while David, her father, was bucking his hips into Ron's
face. Soon she was in the throws of another orgasm, from her brother's
stimulation and she made sure to focus on her brother's face between her legs
and the grunts he was making trying to please her.
David was moaning in pleasure, but Crystal would soon change that. When she'd
had enough of Eric's pleasuring she got up. "Eric, Ron, Dad, on your hands
and knees and spread your legs for me."
All three males were rock hard and eager to please
their tormentor. Crystal
set up the still camera again, and then proceeded to kick them in the balls for
about a half hour. She drove the hard pint of her high heels into their
vulnerable heuvos. Their nuts bounced, their erections waggled back and forth
and their faces displayed their pain for the camera. it was wonderful! Well for
least. Eventually she stopped and took a breather while the men held themselves
and moaned. Eric was actually crying a bit, and Crystal zoomed in on the tears on his face.
After today, Eric wouldn't never again be able to claim he was a "super
Crystal got a glass of water for herself, and some ice
cubes. She sipped the water and ran the ice over her breasts and popped them
inside her pussy to cool herself down. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and
her cunt was a floodplain of moisture. Time to permanently cripple her father
and her brother. Ron she would leave intact in case she decided to marry the
big lug. She could always break him after their first child.
She walked back into the living room and snapped her
fingers to get their attention. "Dad and Eric sit with your butts on the floor and spread
your legs for me." Holding the camera in one hand she walked up to Eric.
"Tell me which testicle I should burst Eric."
The brown haired boy looked up at her "Which
ever one you want sis." Crystal
jammed her foot into his junk. "No, I want YOU to choose. Tell me which
nut to crush and how much you want it destroyed."
"OOOOPPHHH. Ok," he croaked, "I guess
you should destroy my big ol' lefty. It's my favorite nut and I think it should
"And . . . ?" Prompted Crystal, jamming her foot into his package
"And I really want you to pop it, sis,"
said Eric as he licked his lips. "See, I'm all hard and excited that
you're going to nut me, sis. So please do it now, and make it painful."
"Like I totally will," she replied with a
cruel grin. Crystal
stepped down on his left ball and began to grind it into the unforgiving marble
floor. Be fat ball squished flat and ballooned at the edges. Eric squealed like
a stuck pig. It was wonderful. Crystal
could feel his manhood going flatter and flatter and she pressed and twisted
the toe of her shoe to make the testicle's destruction as painful as possible.
Flatter and flatter it went and Eric's whine got higher and higher pitched, but
to actually record the testicle's pop so she stuffed her panties into his mouth
so that they all could hear it. And it happened several minutes into her
crushing it. A soft little "POP" could be heard and then his nut's
contents oozed into his scrotum. Eric's eye's rolled back into his head and he
fell back into a dead faint. Now it was time for David to lose a nut.
Leaving her lame brother comatose, she walked over to
her father. She stood between his legs and stepped out of her high heels. Now
she was just in her little pink fluffy socks, and she placed her right heel
over his right testicle. She bore down on the nugget.
"Tell me what it feels like, daddy, to burst your
"Oh SHIT that hurts so much, honey. It's like my
whole world is coming to an end."
"It is father. I promise you after this month,
your reproductive life will totally come to an end." She ground her heel
into his soft ball until it too burst with a "POP" but she wanted to
hurt him even more so she stomped down on the squishy little thing for quite a
while, the camera picking up the squelching noises it made as it was turned to
goo. It wasn't too long before her father passed out as well, and she let him.
Crystal walked over to Ron and told him to stand up and let
her have access to his nuts, which he did. She then proceeded to knee his puny
nuts until he too fainted. She was surrounded by hunky guys who'd passed out,
naked, on the floor, with huge, puffy, swollen scrotums. It was wonderful. Crystal filmed their
supine forms and then turning off the camera she went upstairs to have another
shower and to clean up their mess. But . . . . she was already thinking about
her next trip to the boutique to buy more of the Powder of Submission.