Sunday, June 17, 2018

Bad News

Hey my pervy peeps. I have terrible news. My computer died. From a power surge of monumental proportions. As such I have not way to write stories or post them. So, for the time being, or until I can save enough money to buy a new 'pewter, I'm afraid I'l have to forgo the pleasure of bringing you new content. I apologize for this, and hope you'll find my current stories adequate. It also means I can't do much of anything else in life. lol *sigh.

Anywho, I wish you all well, and I hope to have a new system within a few months.

Till then, cheerio and ta-ta.

nicholas

Thursday, April 5, 2018

(FFFFFF/mm) The Heel Club - NEW!

My first trample and milking story. Hope it pleases. cheers!

 
The Heel Club
 
Sasha looked down at her two teenage boys, sleeping peacefully. Today would be a life changing day for them, for it was the agreed upon meeting of her Heel Club, wherein she and her fellow members would be taking all four of her sons' balls. Her boys would become eunuchs, and no longer be able to provide her with grandchildren. Which was no problem since her daughter Samantha would be able to fill that role. After all, what were men but disposable toys to be discarded after their usefulness was over? Todd was now 19 and Rod was 17, and they would be able to get jobs and live their own lives soon, so Sasha planned to kick them out of the house the day after their emasculation.
 
Both of her boys were home schooled, and they long ago had learned not to cross their mother. She had trained them early on to fear women, and to submit their testicles to her whenever they needed to be punished. Which was often. It all started when Todd, the older boy, had his first wet dream, leaving a sticky white residue on his underwear. When she found it she immediately called Todd to her bedroom where she punished him with knees to his nuts until he turned green in the face and puked. Thereafter he was to report to her nightly so that she could punish his balls and so be unable to have sexual dreams at night. Two years later, Rod the younger boy had the same issue and was dealt with in the same way. Once they were old enough to cum, they were old enough to receive a man's punishment for any little infraction, and their schooling became a nightmare. If they got a problem wrong on a test there were punished. If they got a question wrong when asked, they were punished. If they didn't have their homework assignment done, they were punished. Sasha's favorite punishment was to have the boys take out their nuts, rest them on the desk, and then smash their whole sacks with the flat side of a ruler. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Very little permanent damage, but lots of instructive nut pain. Pain was, after all, the very best teacher.
 
Additionally, the  boys were allowed only to wear underwear and socks in the house, so that their groins would be easy targets, and they could only wear the same to bed. They were not allowed outside the house and had no friends other than each other. A few years ago Sasha heard about the local chapter of the Heel Club, a group of women who loved to dominate men and trample them in high heels. Sasha joined and learned about the whole world of doms and subs and wearing high heeled black boots. Through the club she'd be able to experience walking all over willing men's bodies. Hot men, muscular men, men with big bollocks and huge cocks. The Club found lots of eager volunteers as trampling and ball busting were popular fetishes. Especially here in the US where perversion was a way of life for so many people. At the last Heel meeting, Sasha had announced that she was going to offer up her son's balls for complete destruction as a gift to her fellow members. They readily agreed and so here it was, the day of "the event" and Sasha was eager to start early.
 
In two swift motions she swept off the boy's duvets and grasped their sleepy sacks in one hand each. Then she juiced their grapes for all she was worth. The boys both started moaning as their huevos were being milked. Oh, it hurt so bad, and both whispered "thank you mommy" as they had been instructed to.
 
"You're welcome my little darlings. Now, rise and shine. It's your big day. I want you two to shower together, and give each other a complete body shave. I don't want to see a single hair left south of your neckline. Your butts, your balls, your pubes, your legs, your arms, all of it, completely smooth and soft. Now get undressed and get into that shower!" After letting go of their goods, the two teens got up, stripped off their socks and underwear and shuffled off to the bathroom. They lived in a mansion, and the shower was big enough for about four people, with four shower heads, and a big drain in a tiled room. There were even ledges to sit on. The boys were in there for well over an hour, and came out squeaky clean, smooth, and warmed up. They presented themselves to their mother who gave them each their morning energy/protean drink. Then, she sent them off to the gym room. For two hours each morning the boys did a grueling workout routine which left them physically exhausted. This morning was no exception. For teenagers they had exceptionally fit and toned bodies, and that was just how their mother liked them, physically beautiful and sculpted. Then they took a second shower. Now the fun was to begin.
 
Sasha gave the boys each a shot of liquid Viagra and then strapped them into to unusual looking chairs. The chairs had holes in the seat and lots of straps. The boys didn't know what to expect but Sasha and her daughter did. Once the Viagra had taken its effect and the boys were as hard as rocks, Sasha wheeled in two consoles with probes attached and suction hoses. The hoses were hooked up to their rigid cocks and the probes were lubed up and then inserted through the holes into their anuses. And then while Sasha and Samantha watched the electrified probes stimulated and shocked the boy's prostates while the tubes sucked at their dicks. In no time semen began to gush, in spurts, to be sucked up by the tubes and deposited into half/ounce vials. The boys moaned as the machines milked them. For well over an hour their vital fluids were jolted and sucked from their bodies as if they were cows being milked before their final slaughter. Even virile young men couldn't cope with an hour long ejaculation and by the end of it, they were completely drained. But that was just beginning. Sasha unhooked the machines and withdrew the probes, and sent the tired boys up for another shower. Their still-rigid cocks were red and angry looking, and their balls had shriveled up. But another shower should fix that.
 
When they came back down, still naked, and still hard, they were strung up from the ceiling with winching equipment, and their legs spread wide. It was time to swell their nuts so that their ultimate destruction this evening would be all more impressive. Samantha and Sasha put on some running shoes with sturdy but comfortable construction so as to protect their toes from impact, and began to launch kicks to the boy's hanging knackers. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Sometimes from behind, sometimes from in front. The two males writhed in their restraints as their nuts were plastered all over their pelvises. Oh, it hurt so bad. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. As desired, the four testicles began to swell, and fill with edema. In a half hour of kicks they had doubled their size, in an hour they had tripled their size. Sasha called a halt to the kicking and fondled her sons' assets. They were hot to the touch, monstrous in size, and quite ready to be burst.
 
It was an hour until her club members were due to arrive, and there was just two things left to be done. On the stove was boiling some liquid acrylic. Sasha poured equal proportions of the hot plastic into big mugs, and brought it out to the strung-up boys. She and Samantha each took a mug and then without preamble began to dunk the boy's ball sacks into the boiling plastic. Both boys screamed bloody murder. But of course the mansion was on seven acres of land, so no one else could hear it. And the two gals didn't just dunk their sacks once, but multiple times, over and over, until a thick layer of semi-translucent plastic coated their man purses. In the end the boys were just blubbering but their scrotums were now unpuncturable, as well as being soft and supple and even water proof.
 
Next came the sounds. Metal sounds of various sizes were stuffed down the piss slit of the boys' rigid cocks. At first thin ones. But then they got larger and larger. For the last half hour until the door rang the boys' urethras were stretched until a stiletto sized heel could easily fit down one. This would allow the members of the Heel club to fuck their dicks with their heels.
 
Finally it was time to start arriving. They two boys were strapped down and left on the floor. Their faces covered with black silk masks and their naked bodies ready to receive trampling. The doorbell rang. It was the Jolene. She was in a black cat suite and wearing high heeled black boots with vicious looking heels. Samantha brought her into the living room and served her a drink while she waited for everyone else to show up. Next was Alice, then Judy, Grace and finally Maria. Meahwhile Sasha was boiling down the semen she had collected and adding ingredients to make a cum-facial scrub which she would put into cute little bottles and hand them out at the end of evening. It would a special thing for the women to use theses boy's final issue as part of their beauty routine, after they themselves had take away the boys ability to produce issue at all.
 
Sasha finished up and met her follow members in the living room. She too was dressed in a black suite with black high heel boots.
 
"Well, shall we begin?" she asked. Sasha turned on the hi-fi which played various heavy metal bands from the 80's such as Metallica, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Motley Crew. All the women in the chapter had grown up in the 80's and were fangirls of the mega rock bands from that era.
 
One by one the women started to step up onto they boys bodies and slowly walk around them, taking opportunities to grind their heels into the boy's white flesh, leaving marks all over. The loud music covered up the boy's moans. The women trampled their torsos, their arms, legs, and even their faces. Grace placed her heels right over Rod's eyes and pressed down, pushing them into the back of his head, though she did no damage.
 
While Sasha watched she commented, "Girls my son's dicks are hard, and they've stretched with sounds. Heel fuck them." And so they did. One by one the women stuck their heels into the boy's waggling dicks and shredded the insides of their urethras. Over and over this happened. Amazingly the boys began to spurt cum onto the heels as their prostates were stimulated, and the women were horrified, so they made the boys open their mouths and suck off the cum from their heels. It was the ultimate humiliation.
 
Then it was back to normal trampling. TWIST TWIST TWIST. After about an hour of that the boys hadd hardly any skin on the front of their bodies that wasn't an angry red, and their moans were nonstop. The pressure from the women's bodies made it hard to breath and not fear they would break bones and cause major damage. Fortunately all fhe women were thin and petite, so they weighed very little.
 
The next activity of the evening was ballbusting the two helpless teens. The women lined up between the boy's legs, and punted their cahones with their pointed toes. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Over and over they blasted their boots into the boy's big bollocks, and further increased their size. Rod's scrotum looked like a huge angry red turkey egg. Todd's balls looked angry too but they were writhing inside their sacks, moving of their own accord, trying to avoid the damage that was being inflicted on them, but without much success.
 
Next it was time for some toys. The boys were raised and tied to the wall, face first, so that their untouched backs were exposed, their legs spread. Each woman had a black leather bullwhip and they now took turns lashing the boys mercilessly. The goal was to aim well enough to be able to hit their balls sacks from behind. Since their scrotums were coated in plastic it wouldn't break the skin, and still cause an unbearable ache, deep in their stomachs.
 
Soon their backs, buttocks and legs were beet red, covered with lash marks. As a special toy, Sasha had a cat-o-nine-tails which she used on both her boys. Their screams punctuated the heavy metal music nicely. SLASH SLASH SLASH. The boys were tortured mercilessly, and then the women took a break to rest and regroup. Cocktails were sipped, causal conversation was made, and the boys were given a rest before the final home stretch.  
 
After a half hour break, the boys were untied from the wall. They got on all fours, and backed up to the wooden coffee table. Sasha reached behind each boy, and pull their plastic coated ballsacks so they they rested on the table. Then the testicles were clamped in place so that they were flush with the wood and in a position to be destroyed. They all drew lots, seeing as how there were only four balls and six women. Two women would have to just watch. Maria drew Todd's left testicle, Alice his right, Sasha Rod's left and Judy his right. Maria was a buxom, vicious Latina who looked like Cat-Woman, and she climbed ontop of the table, and walked over to Todd's package. She turned around, and let her heel rest, lightly, on his overripe left peach. Knowing that she woulnd't break the skin, she knew that she could impale the thing and was excited wondering what kind of noise the ball would make when she did. She let her heel sink deeper and deeper into the ball. She could feel its tough outter wrapping strive valiantly to prevent damage, but in the end she weight too much. With a crisp SNAP the heel pierced his nut and made a hole in it. But that was just the beginning, Maria was determined to make mince meat out of his gonad, and lined up her boot over and over again. Each time it penetrated the ball it gave another crisp SNAP and in less than ten minutes of this the ball was hamburger. The other women applauded. Several women also had loud orgasms.
 
Next it was Alice's turn. She wanted to peirce the ball from bottom to top instead of side to side, and so she had one of the other women hold it upright for her. Todd's head had fallen to the floor, and he was whining and crying, already having lost one ball, and now his other. Alice placed her heel at the top of the ball and began to weigh down on it. At first the thing seemed determined to resist all her attempts to puncture it and it kept sliding around, but then another women came to the rescue and with two women holding the testicle steady she was able to violate it. With a SNAP her heel broke through the outter casing of his ball like it was a sausage and it began to skewer his whole gonad. The heel made a hole all through the length of the testicle and finally emerged from the other side. It was a miracle to behold. Todd's last ball impaled on the sexy black boot. Everyone clapped loudly at this and the women took turns feeling the thing while it was still attached to Alice's heel.
 
Finally Alice withdrew her heel and used the ball of her booted foot to squeezed out all the ball innards into his sack. Todd jumped and jolted at this and kept whispering, "My ball, my ball". But no amount of wishing on his part would make him a whole man again. Finally he collapsed and just lay there, a broken man totally covered in welts and whose balls were just mush.
 
Rod had heard the whole thing happen and was now trembling at his own emasculation. But Sasha just kneeled in front of him and cupped his face. "You're a wonderful boy, Rod. We're going to remember this for the rest of our lives. You're giving us a wonderful gift. So be brave." Rod nodded and let his head fall a bit. Sasha got up in the table and sidled up to his huge left nut. She began to juice it with the toe of her boot. SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE. The nut flattened each time and then sprang back into form. Rod moaned loudly. Having your nut compressed was painful. Then she began to stomp on the thing. STOMP STOMP STOMP. His nut flattened out and began to lose it's structure. On the fifteenth stomp the ball popped with a huge POP sound and then it oozed out its contents into the scrotum. Sasha kept squishing the thing until there was nothing left of it, and then she orgasmed and shed a radiant glow as her skin flushed with excitement. Several of the other women had already cum at this point, and there was some sotto voce moaning from among their ranks.
 
And finally it was Rod's last ball that took their attention. Judy climbed up on the table. She stood over Rod's last nut and just looked at it. Then she rolled it around and made some tentative jabs at it with her heels. Finally she settled on impaling it like Maria had. So she turned around and let her heel rest on the thing. But she was extra cruel and began to twist her heel as well as put weight on it. Her heel bored into the testicle and it all made Rod scream. "Oh my god, Oh my god" Rod kept saying over and over. Down down, twist twist went her heel until a loud CRUNCH the ball was impaled and without missing a beat Judy pivoted and slammed her toe into the trapped nut. The ball made a SPLAT noise as it exploded from the furious toe-work being visited up on it. She kept at it for several minutes until there was nothing solid left of his testicle and Rod had fainted dead away. The women clapped, diddled themselves, and laughed. It had been a wonderful night. Leaving the boys clamped to the coffee table, they chatted and sipped drinks until well past midnight, and then Sasha handed out the cum face cream and ushered everyone to the door. The night was cool and calm, and she watched as they women drove away, leaving her and Samantha to clean up. Sasha was only sad about the fact that she only had two boy's balls to offer up. Maybe one of the other gals would let them destroy their husband's balls. Well, one can dream.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

(MM/m) Cop Bust - NEW!

So here's my homage to Tom of Finland. I was visualizing two of his burly, studly cops destroying some poor kid's balls. Hope it's not too short.
 
 
Cheers,
 
n.
Cop Bust
 
Brian tweaked his nipple through his tan button-up shirt and contemplated what was in front of him - a semi-nude teenage hooligan who was to be interrogated about the latest round of gang shootings. The boy was not going to give up inside information willingly, so both Brian and his partner Charlie would have to beat it out of him. But leaving obvious signs of brutality would be frowned on, so they had to attack the one place people would never think to look - his balls.
 
Brian took a moment to fondle the boys cahones through his tight underwear. They were supple, loose and big, and this made Brian happy, so he smiled. The boy stared back with pure loathing.
 
Charlie was watching from the sidelines. "Tell us what we want to know boy-o, and you can leave here unscathed," said Charlie. But the boy just lifted his chin in defiance and settled down to a sort of grim stoicism.
 
Brian growled. "So be it, then. Your pain will be your fault," and with that Brian jammed his knee between the boy's parted legs, smashing the boy's berries dead on. The red underwear clad package bounced and expanded as the testicles inside it jammed against the boy's pelvic bone. The boy coughed. "Do you like that?" asked Brian in a low voice. "How about we see if we can make mush of your ghoolies, eh boy?" WHAM a solid knee to the boy's bollocks. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Three knees in just a few seconds. The boys face turned bright red as he struggled not to cry out. He was a butch gang member. Man enough not scream. But he was being tested. WHAM WHAM WHAM Three more solid knees to his nuts. More coughing and a thin line a drool escaped from his handsome mouth. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Five solid knee-lifts to the boy's tender glands. "URGGGGHHHHH" moaned the boy. The pain in his testicles radiated throughout his abdomen, and made him feel sick to his stomach.
 
"So, you're not going to give in willingly, eh?" asked Charlie. "Perhaps we need to up the ante." Charlie stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving him naked except for his socks and boots. He had a huge woody, and began stroking it. "Move aside Brian, it's my turn." He lined up in front of the boy, and while he stroked his thick cock he began to kick the red basket in front of him. Brian's mustache twitched in amusement. He'd seen Charlie's kicks emasculate dozens of suspects, and none of them ever escaped without complete testicular destruction.
 
THOCK THOCK THOCK Charlie's kicks were dead on toe-kicks and they were starting to scramble this young gang member's tender eggs. THOCK THOCK THOCK THOCK.
 
"Wait a second Charlie, I think we need to see our targets better." Brian pulled out a huge bowey knife and cut off the boy's underwear. Now he was only in his white socks, but otherwise nude. His scrotum was a bright red and his nuts were swelling nicely. Brian reached down, grasped the two walnuts and splitting them with his thumb, he started grating the two glands together. "AAAAAHHHHHH" cried the boy. Brian's mustache twitched again in amusement. With his free hand he began to rub his own crotch. Crushing man berries always made him horny, just like it did to his partner. He rubbed his own growing erection through his uniform kacky pants.
 
"AAAAAHHHHHHH, OH MY GOD, MY NUTS. PLEASE STOP." cried the boy out loud.
 
"The pain will stop if you just give us what we want."
 
"I can't" blubbered the boy, "They'll kill me if I say anything."
 
"And you'll lose your balls if you don't tell us. Think boy, which is the lesser of the two tragedies. Once you're in custody you fall under the protection of the government. We can hide you more completely than even you can imagine." Brian really put the squeeze on the boy's nuts. But the boy refused to speak. So Brian let the two organs drop, and let Charlie go back to kicking them. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Charlie stroked his fat member while inflicting untold agony on a teenage boy. Charlie's boots dug remorselessly into male nut flesh, and the naked testicles bounced, flattened, and bounced again, to then hang low in their sack, awaiting the next kick. The pain was off the scale, and the boy, who was handcuffed to some overhanging bars, twitched and writhed and moaned as his manhood was being manhandled by these two brutal police officers.
 
While Charlie kept up the kicks and made the nuts swell with edema, Brian got up real close to the boy's left ear and whispered things to him. "You're never going to have children after this, you know. No woman will ever want a nutless husband. You'll be ostracized from your family, your friends, and you'll never be able to be naked in public. No more trips to the gym for you. Just think, you'll be the ball-less wonder, and everyone will point and laugh. You'll be less than a man, and not even as good or useful as a woman. You'll be damage goods for the rest of you life, boy. So tell us what we want to know now, before me and my partner go too far and make you a eunuch."
 
But the boy's limp head just nodded NO, and his labored breathing made it sound like he was trying to take all this in stride. Lots of his friends had been interrogate like this, and they'd come back all right and intact. They were just probably trying to frighten him into confession. He was determined not to budge. Let them do their worst. And so they did.
 
Brian unzipped his fly and took out his own huge weapon, busting criminal nuts always made him horny and he felt no embarrassment in stroking himself while Charlie made paste of this thug's balls. Charlie took off his shoes  He wanted to feel ball-flesh warp around his toes. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Hard kicks to tender jewels, jewels that were growing bigger by the moment. They swelled and swelled and swelled until the boy's scrotum was very tight, and a shiny, angry red color. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. The boy cried out "AHHHHHHHH. GOD HELP ME." SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Charlie really dug his toes into the boy's nuts. They were starting to get soft.
 
"Still not ready to tell us what your gang is up to?" asked Brian in a husky voice. He was getting ready to cum. "Oh please, do let us complete the utter destruction of your nuts. You'll never be a man again you know, and we always enjoy a good emasculation."
 
"FUCK YOU!" screamed the boy between ragged breaths.
 
"So be it," said Brian. Charlie stopped kicking and Brian balled up his fist and began to punch the boy's bag. WHAP WHAP WHAP. By now the poor bloated glands were not keeping their shape very well, and looked like two kidney beans that someone had stepped on, and they continued to swell. Charlie looked on and stroked himself faster. This was the exciting part - waiting for the gonads to explode in their sack, to the utter ruination of the guy's manhood. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Brian pounded the boy's puds for all he was worth. They were definitely much softer than when they had started. The bloated scrotum dented and warped around his powerful fists. Brian switched to thigh-to-crotch uplifts, nailing them dead-on with he hard kneecap. The boy let out a thin wail and tears of pain and humiliation were streaming down his face. "NEVER. NEVER. FUCK YOU," he cried out. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Brain's knee was like a piston, cracking boy-balls.
 
After a while of that, Brian stepped back. His fist slid up and down his magnificent tool, and he assessed the boy before him. "Charlie, it's your turn this time for a full rupture. You squeeze, I'll suck." Charlie nodded and grabbed both the boy's cahones and dug his fingers in while Brian kneeled before him and sucked in Charlie's huge length. SLURP SLURP SLURP. Brian sucked Charlie's cock like a champion, while Charlie's fingers squeeze the boy's testicles. Harder and harder he pressed, thumb to man-meat, and then it happened: the first testicle ruptured with a loud "POP". "Oh FUCK YEAH," bellowed Charlie as he forcefully fucked Brian's face. The first volley of cum gushed down Brian's throat, and then a few second's later, the second ball popped and another stream of jizz erupted. It was warm and foamy and delicious.
 
"AAAAAAHHHHHH" screamed the boy, who was now a balless, useless creature. The boy sagged in his restraints, and went into shock. Charile continued to squeeze and mangle the boy's ruptured nuts. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. While Brian's mouth was filled with Charlie's cock and spunk, his own meat let loose with spurt after spurt of cum, which landed on Charlie's legs. The close air of the room smelled like pain sweat and man-juice. Brain's skill at fellatio was such that he was able to coax out a third eruption of cum from Charlie, who grunted as he did so. Cops were known to be virile and studly, and Charlie was no exception.
 
In the silence that followed, all that could be discerned was the low unconscious moan from the boy, and the heavy breathing of Charlie. His erection began to diminish, and Brian detached, a thin while streak of semen coating his big mustache.
 
"Well," said Charlie, "I think this one has taken all he can. I'm kinda impressed. We couldn't break him."
 
"Oh yeah?" said Brain, pulling out his bowey knife. "Let's see what happened when he wakes up and we threaten to cut his balls off."
 
"Fuck yeah," said Charlie, and pulled Brain in for a kiss, tasted his own cum. And so they did.
 


Thursday, January 25, 2018

Dissapearing Comments

So for some reason my blog is shunting comments, both mine and those from the public, into its spam folder. I have no idea why. I certainly wouldn't put my own comments in the spam folder, and this came to my notice yesterday when I was looking at comments and noticed that a bunch had disappeared. So sorry, and please continue to comment and I'll check the spam folder more frequently.
 
Thanx,
 
nicholas

Saturday, December 30, 2017

IF YOU'RE NEW TO THIS BLOG

This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 87 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other month's/year's stories.

Looking at the body of my work, most stories are f/m of one variety or another, and that's because although I identify as gay, I actually prefer to write and read f/m stories. Currently I try to alternate between f/m and m/m stories (more or less).

Most stories don't have pictures associated with them, and that's because I rarely have a real life person in mind when I create characters, plus I like people to plug in their own mental image of what a guy or girl's character looks like.

I have a wide variety of stories that include many different fetishes, scenarios and participants. You just have to search for them.

I also encourage everyone to comment on stories and start conversations. I almost always respond to comments.

Hope that's helpful.

Cheers,

nicholas

Open Question about Jill from the Jill series:

Do you lot think that Jill will ever have a boyfriend, and if so, will she bust or ruin him like all the other men in her life? Presumably she'd have a boyfriend for the purposes of sex, but if she emasculates him, then that nullifies his purpose. And even busting him could take him out of commission for a good while. Is it not more likely that her boyfriend will be immune to her BB charm and just be a good friend and sex partner?

What do you think?

Let me know in the comments below.

n,

Thursday, December 28, 2017

(f/groupmM) JIll and the Football Team - Part 3 - NEW!

Here's the conclusion to Jill's cabin trip to Tahoe. Hope it pleases.

Cheers and Happy New Years,

Nicholas

 
Jill and the Football Team - Part 3
 
Jill woke up with the cold clear light of morning. Pushing aside her down comforter she ran to the window and looked out. All around the cabin was a thick layer of powdery snow. It was the perfect winter morning, picturesque like some postcard. She ran around the room waking the boys and the coaches up and urging them to get dressed so they could go outside and play in the snow. Naturally they were only to dress from the waist up and from the knees down. Jill wanted to see hard dicks waiving about in the crisp air.
 
The boys got dressed, lined up for their pills, and then went outside. It was cold, but the sun was warm, and Jill, in her little coat, pants and muffler starting making and throwing snowballs at her boys' naked crotches. In fact she had the partially naked boys line up side by side, and then chucked snowballs right at their exposed cocks and balls. Not satisfied with that, she had the boys and the two coaches and two towel boys, sink to their knees, and she had a ball busting fiesta running up and between their spread legs and pegging them in the nuts as hard as she could with her hard rubber galoshes. She kicked Tim, the head coach repeatedly, knowing he'd want to feel his balls as much as he could before he lost them today, and Jarret too, the assistant coach. David was there, and she picked up a wad of snow and grasping he ball sack with one hand, coated his balls in the stinging snow. It caused an unending ache in his eggs and made his scrotum seize up. David moaned when she did this. To Patrick, her black stud, she made him bend over with his nuts trapped between his legs, so that they bulged out from behind, and then made him bend over, got a snow covered branch, and began to paste his nuts with it. Two huge black berries, being hit from behind like they were trapped in a humbler. Then, when she got tired of that, she hog tied Peter up with some rope from the shed, and invited everyone to kick Peter's balls as he lay there in the snow, unable to move or protect himself. The boys all had fun with this as Peter had some especially big and juicy testicles, and it was fun for the boys to get in on the action. With Anthony and Aiden, Jill lay in the snow with them and made snow angles, and in the end the whole group got together and made a snow man, complete with cock and balls, which Jill then kicked until she'd destroyed the snow man's ability to reproduce.
 
With mid-morning aproaching the whole group went inside, and took showers. while the two coached made breakfast for everyone - bacon, eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns with orange juice to drink. Sitting at the breakfast table, Jill ate everything, and then went to the second floor living room area to sit by the fire, and wait for the boys. They trickled in, now naked except for white socks, and someone turned on the porn. They all had erections, and their balls naturally itched, and Jill went from one to the next, squeezing, twisting, and slapping their hanging goobers to help them ease the itch. Beer was handed out, and the boys guzzled it down eagerly. Soon, Jill had then all get on their knees, spread their legs, and she ran from boy to boy, kicking their hanging knackers while they slowly stroked themselves. It was painful, but also relieving as it seemed to lessen the itching in their huevos. Anthony, being not very bright, but very willing to serve his little mistress, suggested she explode one of his nuts right then, by kicking it to mush. He suggested his left testicle. JIll clapped with enthusiasm, and went and found some string so that she could tie up his balls and make the left one stand out, on its own. There he was his fat dick pulsing skyward, and his two nuts distinct in their sack. And she began to pummel just his left one with her snow boots slamming into the nut with all the strength she could muster. This would be a first for her, destroying a nut by repeated bludgeoning. The testicle began to swell, and swell and swell. The pink egg got bigger and bigger in its sack as it filled with fluids. All the other boys were watching with interest and stroking themselves. Jill had tied Anthony's hands behind his back so he couldn't protect himself, but he seemed quite willing to offer up his manhood too her, and remained calm and still throughout the process. No doubt the itch in his nuts made him more amenable to being punished like that. The ball got bigger and bigger and softer and softer and as Anthony moaned out loud, everyone in the room could hear a big wet SPLAT as the testicle ruptured inside its sack. It was now the size of a turkey egg and its innards began to leak in to the sack, but Jill naturally kept kicking it so that more and more of the ball's outer membrane could rupture and the began to spread and liquefy and lose its orchidal shape. After five minutes of this the testicle was nothing more than a sack of mush and Sean had to come up and attend to Anthony, who like all the boys int he room at cum at the moment of his own emasculation. Sticky white ejaculate was all over the floor, and the two towel boys had a job to clean it all up. Anthony was untied, patched up, and carried upstairs to sleep off his pain, while the other boys began to masturbate again, and drink down copious amounts of alcohol.
 
After a while of this, and after the coaches had served lunch, grilled panini filled with grilled vegetables, lamb, and feta cheese, Jarret, the assistant coach, asked Jill to crush his own two testicles into spermy goo. It would take place down stairs at the breakfast table, and Jarret asked all the boys to come and watch as she squashed the life out of his two bubbles. Jill went downstairs and found Jarret with his crotch pressed up against the table and his two agates lying there on the table. Where Jason had kneeled to place them on a chair, Jarret stood at the table, so Jill had to take off her shoes, climb up on the table, and put her two fuzzy pink socks on Jarret's hard little gonads. His balls were very average size but his scrotum was voluminous, and the testicles lolled there on the table, ready to be popped. Jarret was prepared to jack off and possible cum twice although he didn't know for sure whether they'd pop simultaneously or go individually. JIll placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and put one foot each on his two testicles. It was wobbly, and difficult to keep her balance, but she soon weighed down on them and both Jill and Jarret could feel them flatten. All the remaining boys and also Tim stood round the table, jacking off to yet another grisly scene of emasculation and the only sound to be heard was stroking and Jarret moaning. He was mumbling something like "my balls, my balls" over and over. Pain was building in both his nuts and the pit of his stomach, and sexual excitement was building in his loins. The shaft was lengthening, and the head was ballooning out, becoming a huge purple helmet. Pre-jack was dribbling down its length and all over Jarret's hand and Jill's fuzzy pink socks. In order to make the most of things, Jill began to bounce up and down on his doomed glands, and made the table creak. Up and down she bounced, noting as each time, the testicles refused to rebound a bit more with each hop. Up and down, up and down. Jarret began to cry out, "JILL, JILL, FUCK MY NUTS. SHIT MY BALLS. I CAN FEEL IT COMMING, SHIT SHIT SHIT AAAAAAHHHHHHHH. And with a loud cruching sound his two testicles cracked under Jill's weight. "FUCK" yelled Jarret as his penis spewed forth, a geyser of semen, and all the other men came on the table, each one laying down a ribbon of jizz. Jill was delighted at the supreme act of cruelty she had visited upon this helpless but willing male, and she continued to hop up and down on the remains of his gonads. pounding them into the hard, uncaring surface of the wood while all the men continued to stroke their wood. Jarret's body twisted and writhed and sweated at the ongoing torture of his nads but his dick, amazingly enough, let out a second, smaller but still copious amount of cum, like an echo of the main event and it coated his washboard abs. At this point, all that was keeping Jarret upright was Jill's feet on his balls, and when she finally stopped Sean was there to catch Jarret as he fell over backwards in a dead faint. The towel boys were there to clean up the mess, and it was time for Jill to take a nap. She went to the third floor, and slept until dinner time when she woke up, as hungry as anything and exciting about more ball busting.
 
Tim, however, had a surprise for Jill. He had ordered four pizzas to be delivered, but not with just any pizzeria, and not with just any pizza boy. This boy had been hand selected by Sean to be willing, well endowed, and easily cowed. For nearly a month, Sean had been calling for pizzas and hand screen the delivery drivers by inviting them in for a beer or two. He had found a handsome teenager, of roughly 18 years of age, who was packing some magnificent tackle, and who seemed to like rough sex play. This person went by the name of Todd, and he arrived at 5'oclock with the four hot pizzas. Tim answered the door (wearing shorts so as not to arouse any suspicion), and invited the boy in. He then slipped the boy a glass of beer which had been spiked with GHB, liquid Viagra and a healthy dose of cantharis. He'd be horny, itchy, compliant and high, with no lasting memory of what would happen. The boy set down the pizzas and took his money before chugging down the beer glass offered to him. After drinking it. Todd blinked and swayed a little in place, and then he began to rub his crotch, oblivious to the people around him. He was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. Todd said it was getting hot, and Tim suggested he take of his cloths to cool down, and to stand over near the fire. Jill, who'd come downstairs looked at all this with interest, and watched covetously as the boy, Todd, undressed. He had a simply huge basket, and even as he took off his pants, Jill could see his ten inch monster dick poking out over his boxer briefs. He also had huge nuts which were egg shaped and enormously fat. In his underwear and socks, the boy stood over by the fire as he rubbed himself, and moaned, eyes closed. Jill walked over and asked him if he was all right.
 
"Oh, man, my balls itch, and I can't make it stop," he replied.
 
"I can help with that. Here, lets take off your underwear and let things all hang out." Jill tugged on his boxer briefs and he let them be pulled off by her. Then she grasped his sack, and began to squeeze his aching huevos. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah. Oh, that feels good. Press harder," said Todd. Jill did just that, she pressed her fingers and thumbs into the gigantic eggs as hard as she could. She knew of course, she couldn't pop them that way, but it was fun to do, nonetheless. The boy's dick was glistening in the light with pre-jack, and it was pulsing with life. It was a huge cock, and well proportioned, with a meaty glans and a long smooth shaft. It had a slight curvature upwards, and it was as stiff as a board. Clearly the Viagra was doing its job well.
 
All the boys who were well enough came downstairs to eat pizza, stroke themselves, and watch as their little mistress destroyed yet another set of wedding tackle. By now they'd come to get extremely excited at anticipating an emasculation scene, and some even called out to Jill to "get on with things because they wanted to cum".
 
"Is that helping?" asked Jill.
 
Todd nodded. "But it's not enough," said Todd.
 
"OK. Get down on your hands and knees and I'll kick them from behind."
 
Todd got down on all fours, and moaned, his head down. Jill positioned herself behind him.
 
She could see his fat dangling balls, but needed more room. "Spread your knees more, please" she asked pleasantly.
 
Todd spread his knees until they were quite wide. "Hurry," he whispered.
 
Jill brought her foot up to just tap his swinging sack, and test the distance. Then she began to ram her socked foot into his swaying bollocks. "OH yeah, OH yeah." he said loudly. The kicking to his nuts made the sweetest ache, and dulled the itching feeling. He had very little presence of mind. All that he could perceive was the warmth of the fire against his naked skin, an extreme sense of horniness, and the pain and pressure between his legs. As she kicked his nuts they jammed up against his pelvis, and then dropped down again to be ready for the next kick. Testicles were such wonderful, inviting organs, always ready to be kicked or hit or slapped, and then always came back for more.
 
The only sounds in the room were munching, stroking, the fire crackling, and finally the solid THOCK THOCK THOCK of Jill's foot bouncing off of Todd's balls. It was a steady and heady staccato tattoo as Jill kicked Todd where he lived. After tonight, it was unlikely that Todd's baby makers would be able to make babies, but Jill didn't care one whit that this boy hadn't signed up to be neutered. She after all was innocent and was just trying to help him. On and on she kicked him. At one point he almost collapsed and instead curled into a fetal ball. Naturally Jill had to stop kicking him, but Tim had another suprise for her. While Todd lay there clutching himself, Tim motioned over to Jill to step near the big present wrapped in paper and with a big bow.
 
"Come here Jill and open your early Christmas present."
 
"OK," said Jill excitedly. She ran over to the apparent box, which was nearly as tall as she was, and began to tear at it with wonton abandon. The wrapping paper fell off in huge strips, and reveled a shiny black box. On the front was the name, "Dildotron 4000" in gold letters.
 
"What is it?" asked Jill in wonder.
 
"It's a special machine which will turn any male cock into a gold plated necklace. The older models would only do the penis, but this model will also make gold earrings out of a man's nuts. See, you just stick your whole package in this hole, and it lops off a man's member and family jewels. And then you can watch as it turns them into jewelry."
 
"Wow," said Jill she was amazed. This meant that she could have more that just a collection of squashed male balls. She could have a collection of men's cocks too! Oh, the possibilities were endless. She visualized a whole row of gold plated cocks, resting on purple velvet cushions, laying right under her rear window. She could polish them every day, and show them to other men on her Friday night get-togethers. Any time she wanted she'd have the power to hold a man's manhood in her little hands and admire it.
 
Without missing a beat Jill said, "Who shall we try it out on first?"
 
"Well, I thought I might go first, and then the whole team, and then our pizza boy friend, once you've popped his two balls."
 
"YES!" said Jill. "Stick your stuff in and let see what it does."
 
"OK." Tim slid off his shorts, and started to stroke himself until he was hard. It was easy to do, knowing that his little princess had been waiting to nut him for years. It was time to serve her, and serve her well. Once he was fully erect and his balls were nice and loose, he walked up to the Dildotron, stuck his cock and balls through the hole, and pressed the button. Jill was watching closely and saw the machine light up from inside. She could see his pulsing member and two ovals lit from inside the machine, Then she saw the heat-ring get hot and constrict. It seared and sliced off his cock and balls in just a few seconds. Tim collapsed, but his bits and pieces began a long journey through the machine. Jill watched each stage and process until about 15 minutes later, the machine spit out a beautiful gold plated cock, and two lovely testicle earrings. At the moment she had diamond studs in her ears, but she took those out and slipped in the two globular earrings. And then she picked up the cock and attached a chain, and slipped that over her neck. She was ecstatic.
 
"OK. All you boys, line up and get your cock's chopped off." The boys squared their shoulders and lined up as instructed. Jason gave her a thumbs up, which was his way of telling Jill that he'd found his courage, and was happy to give up his manhood to her. A few boys were still completely intact, and they were a bit crestfallen that they couldn't experience an orgasm from being nutted. But, they resigned themselves anyways, and lined up. Sean steadied each one, and helped each one up to the box, and then helped them sit down to recover. Cock after cock was seared off and cock after cock dropped into the bin, shiny and perfectly preserved. Then Jill took the growing collection and laid them out on the table. Now it was time to nut the pizza boy, and make him cockless too.
 
With Sean's help Jill rolled Todd onto his stomach and reached under his butt to pull his nuts out behind him. She them stood on the two huge ovals, and pressed her fuzzy socked toes into his testicles. She kneaded them with her toes and  pressed them into the sprung wood floor. She decided to burst one at time. With her right foot she singled out his vulnerable right nut, and twisted her foot like she was putting out a cigarette. TWIST TIWIST TWIST. The ball slipped and slid, but in the end couldn't get out from under her foot, and happily rupterued with a quiet "POP". Then she shifted to the other leg, and his last ball. TWIST TWIST TWIST. She pressed down with all her might, and this time there was a louder "POP" followed by a grunt from Todd as his seed issued onto the floor. It left him lying there, feeling spent and limp. But the drugs kept him hard and Sean got him up and pressed his pelvis to the Dildotron, after raising the shutter so that it would only lop of his cock. The final dick was in the machine, and it emerged a while later, ready to add to her collection. She lined them all up and admired them in the glowing light of the popping and hissing fire. Oh, what a sight to behold. This had been the best Christmas a girl could want. She couldn't wait to show her father the Dildotron and the entire teams' cocks. She yawed and went upstairs to get a good nights rest. While Sean patched everyone up and prepared for the drive homeward, Jill went to sleep and had sweet dreams for hours and hours and hours.