Wednesday, January 6, 2016

(Ff/m) Becoming a Man

So, I apologize for not getting this out sooner but the holidays found me out-of-sorts for a while. Hope it pleases!

Cheers and happy New Years to all,

n.


Becoming a Man

 

Aiden, mostly naked and nearly eighteen, was in bed, snoring softly. It was a cold December morning and the frost creeped, with long white fingers, across his bedroom window. But his sleep was abruptly interrupted by his sixteen year-old sister Samantha (whom everyone called Sam), coming in, sweeping aside his cream colored down comforter and planting her knee right into his groin. Aiden awoke with a groan. Aiden had big, fat balls and Sam never missed with her knee when she racked him because they were such an easy target.

 

"Time to wake up, big Bro," she said gleefully. "Mom's waiting down stairs. It's your eighteenth birthday and we're going to pop your nuts today! You'll be a real man once we're through with you. Trained to completely submit yourself to women!"

 

The naked teenage boy curled up to protect his nads, his hands buried between his legs, but Sam wasn't gonna let him go back to sleep. She snaked her hand between his thighs, grasped his cahones and pulled him out of bed by them.

 

"OK, OK. I'm coming, I'm coming," said Aiden with a slight grimace. He actually didn't mind having his privates manhandled, and he loved being submissive to his gorgeous mother and his pert sister. He dutifully followed his younger sister down the hall, down the carpeted stairs, through the living room and finally ending up in the kitchen. His mother was at the table in nothing but a pink bra and some silk panties. Sam let go of her hold on his nuts and let the ballbag hang while she slipped out of her bathrobe to stand, nearly naked in a white tee-shirt and some white panties. Both women had waxed their hooches the night before, and they were ready for their nut-slave to give them some sexual relief before he became a gelding.

 

Handsome Aiden stood there, in nothing but a white, puka shell necklace and white ankle-high socks, and let Sam pull his arms behind him and slip on some handcuffs. Thusly secured Aiden kneeled before his sitting mother, and spread his knees. Sam was going to kick his balls from behind with her pink sock clad foot while Aiden gave his mother some deep pussy loving. Their mother, Tabitha, pulled Aiden's head into her cunt and forced him to start eating her out, while Sam stood behind her brother and began to wale on his cahones. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Each kick forced Aiden's whole face into his mother's moist snatch, and at times he could barely breath. His testicles were being brutalized as they often were, and over the years his tolerance for pain had increased. His mother's salty, slightly bitter flavor blossomed in his tongue, and Aiden began to suspect that both his mother and sister would have many orgasms, at his expense, of the next few hours. They were ready for it.

 

"Mmmm. There's a good boy," commented Tabitha. "You've certainly come a long way in your cunniliguist abilities, my son. Keep licking. Lick harder, and deeper. Mmmm. Excellent."

 

"Mom, I can't wait to crush the little turd's nuts! (WHAM). OUCH. That one hurt. Your stupid nuts are so hard, big brother. I think I'm gonna have to spear them with high heels. Otherwise your going to ruin my toes." Just for that she gave her brother an extra hard kick to his swaying sack. SPLAT, right in the nuts. Aiden mumbled a cry into his mother's pussy while she forced his face and nose further and further into her.

 

"I can't wait either. Mmmmm," said Tabitha. "Kick him harder, Sam. I'm getting close."

 

"OK." And kick his huevos harder she did. Her pink socked foot made its way with nut crushing force into his nuts. Punt after punt rammed home into his junk. Permanent damage wasn't a problem because they all knew Aiden would be a eunuch after today anyway, so what if his nuts began to leak? Harder and harder she kicked.

 

"Oh my god. That feels so good, Sam. Make the little punk spasm inside me. All most there, almost there and YES. SHIT that's good. Oh yeah!" Tabitha's whole body shuddered as the waves of pleasure ricocheted off her vagina and pulsed throughout her  whole body. Aiden, meanwhile was whimpering in the back of his throat while he lapped up his mother's juices. Tangy juices.

 

"Mom, now it's MY turn," said Sam impatiently.

 

"OK, OK. You can have a turn. Here let's have him stand, you can lie on the table Sam." They hauled the teenager, now nearly a man, to his feet while Sam removed her panties and lay on the table, her leg's spread. The two women forced Aiden's head to start servicing his younger sister, while Tabitha knelt between them, and began to punch and squeeze Aiden's fat jewels. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT when her fist into his manhood. While not as strong as a boxer or as deadly as a martial artist, Tabitha was never-the-less a good puncher, and she worked his two agates over whilst her son gave her daughter some top notch servicing. To Aiden, his sister tasted distinctly different than their mother. His sister had a smoother taste, less bitter and more acidic, and it made his taste buds sing heavenly praises to god's gift to man - women. By this time, Aiden was already rock hard. He LOVED giving pleasure to women, even if those women happened to be close relatives.

 

"Look dear," said Tabitha, "Your brother is getting aroused at servicing you. Maybe we should do something about that." Retrieving her cigarette from the ash tray, she held its tip to Aiden's cock-head, which began to sizzle from the heat.

 

"Mmmnnnth!" cried Aiden into his sister's pussy. That cigarette burn really hurt. The whole kitchen now smelled of sex and roasted penis. It was a heady combination. Tabitha took her lighter and held it underneath his ball bag until the pubic hair caught fire and lit his whole crotch up. What little hair he had disappeared in a flash of sizzling red flame and Aiden cried out again, a sort of muffled groan.

 

Meanwhile Sam was having the time of her life. Her older brother had an athletic tongue (as well as an athletic body) and exquisite control and stamina. He could do the whirlwind technique but to perfection, and the lightning bolts, the quickening, a precursor for her to orgasm, was starting in her groin. Just a few more minutes of his agony, and she'd have her first explosion of the day.

 

Tabitha had gone back to hitting and then squeezing the life out of his twin testicles. She pressed her thumb into them until her fingers turned white. The two glands were starting to swell from all the abuse and his scrotum was now an angry red. But nothing unusual for him. He'd received far worse in the past from the two women in his life, he was used to it.

 

Finally Sam did have her orgasm, a burst of physical pleasure engulfed her, just as her mother did a squeeze, pull and twist of Aiden's nuts to make him open wide and shriek inside of his sister. The muffled sound only made the two women hotter as they got of on his suffering, his pain, and his humiliation. Sam's body twitched and convulsed with pleasure. No boyfriend she would ever had was better at servicing her than her own brother. And what made it all the hotter was that she'd make sure he kept doing it to her long after he lost his nuts, despite the fact that he would no longer gain his own pleasure from it.

 

"Oh God, big brother. That was AWESOME." said Sam between deep breaths.

 

"You came? Good!" said Tabitha, "I think it's now time we string up the reject and softened up his balls for the big event."

 

 

"Sounds good," replied Sam. The two women affixed the boy to the door jam with some cuffs and fixtures that they'd had installed just for this purpose and then went upstairs to put on some high heeled shoes, as much to protect their toes as it was to keep warm. Clack clack clack as they came back down to stand in front of their boy. Aiden was extremely trim, handsome, sexy and muscled and they savored the sight before them - a pale, hairless, ripped male body just waiting to be worked over, his face all covered with sticky girl-cum. To start things about, Sam got close to him, letting her hot breath sear the side of his face, teasing him with the proximity of her breasts to his chest and then WHAM a solid knee right into his hanging testicles. SPLAT, another knee, Sam's bony kneecap threatened to rupture his nuts right then and there, but Tabitha had other ideas.

 

"Here," she said, backing up, "Let's take turns pasting his eggs."

 

Sam also backed up.

 

"I'll start," said Tabitha. She took aim and jammed the toe of her red Jimmy Choos straight into his nut sack. The hard toe split the sack and compressed the two delicate organs against his pubic bone. Oh, god it hurt, thought Aiden to himself. Then Sam lined up her black Michael Kors boots and WHAM, a straight kick to his cahones. Aiden's eggs were going to crack soon if they kept this up. WHAM SPLAT CRUNCH. Aiden's poor testicles were receiving an unceasing stream of percussive body parts to his groin, and there was nothing he could do about it. First the pain, then the humiliation.

 

"Do you like that, pussy-boy?" taunted his sister.

 

"No one would ever have sex with you anyway. It's better that your mother and sister take your manhood while it's still of some use," said his mother, her face one of determined cruelty

 

And all poor Aiden could do was groan. Loudly. The two women went at his nuts for almost an hour, taking small breaks to rest and rehydrate. They alternated kicks with knees and in one case a heel directly to his balls. Aiden cried out at this. The wicked six inch heel almost speared his little morsel of man-flesh right then and there. Only the fact that there was no hard surface behind him saved the ball from utter ruin.

 

Finally, after a good forty-five minutes of kicking, they let the boy hang there, drooling on himself, while they took a much needed break. Both of them had had multiple orgasms just from kicking their boy between the legs.

 

"What should we do next?" asked Sam.

 

"I know," replied Tabitha. She ran into the garage and found some sounds. Long, fat metal sounds. She returned with them. "Let's stick these in his cock and see if we can't make him cum. The cum will get trapped inside and he'll be in absolute agony."

 

"Awesome," said Sam. She took a few of the stainless steel rods, and with one hand stroking his fat eighteen year old cock, started to force a sound down into his urethra. One in, all the way. Then another, and then another. Then it was Tabitha's turn. She started stroking Aiden's dick and pushing her sounds in. One at a time, until not another one would go in. Then she spit on her hands to make them slick and really worked to jack Aiden off while Sam took one ball in each hand and squeezed the life out of his nuts.

 

In less than three minutes Aiden was shouting "SHIT SHIT SHIT" and his body tried to expel cum up the blocked pathway. Two of the sounds actually popped out of his body, surprising and impressing his tormentors, but the rest staid in, and all Aiden could do was whimper as his prostate swelled with unanticipated volume.

 

"Let's do that again!" exclaimed Sam.

 

"Why not? Maybe we can make his prostate EXPLODE. Wouldn't that be cool? We could ruin him on the inside as well as the outside."

 

"OK. But this time I get to squeeze his balls," said Tabitha.

 

"Fine."

Sam started to jack her brother off to make him hard again, and his poor burned cock head was going from light purple to dark purple with the effort to get aroused again.

 

Tabitha lightly punched Aiden's ball sack a few times, just to wake the boy up, and then grasped his whole scrotum with one hand and started to grate his rocks together. While she did that, Sam expertly massaged, jacked and thumbed Aiden's cock, its piss-slit foaming white with unreleased sperm.

 

"Come on, Aiden. Give mommy another juicy orgasm," said Tabitha as she cruelly squeezed his rocks. In his delirious state, Aiden wasn't sure if she meant him or her, but he was too preoccupied with the pain in his stomach and balls to inquire.

 

Faster and faster his sister jacked, harder and harder his mother squeezed, until after about six minutes felt the characteristic tingling in his toes and his whole body shuddered in another orgasm. This time two more sounds popped out, and the tip of his dick fizzed as semen tried desperately to escape its moist home. But it was not to be, and Aiden's poor prostate enlarged further making him ached like hell, in the pit of his bowels. The two females let Aiden hang. In misery.

 

"Now that he's had his fun, we can have ours. Sam, go get the stools." Sam nodded to her mom and went out back to get the three stools. One for each of them. They were bar stools with hard metal seats, and would be perfect for popping testicles on.

 

"Oh, and lets put on our newest shoes!" said Sam. "I'm gonna wear my Blahnicks for spearing and popping his egg."

 

Tabitha considered for a moment. "I think I'll just use my old Louboutin's. You know the silver ones. They're comfortable AND sexy. I need comfort if I'm going to cum when I pop this little dork's balls."

 

"Sounds great mom!" Sam went out to get the stools, and Tabitha let Aiden out of his constraints. He fell to the floor and started to wretch quietly while holding himself. If only women knew what agony ball-pain was. Mebbe they'd be more sympathetic to the "stronger" sex.

 

Aiden seemed like he wanted to get away from the situation, and with one hand nursing his nuts, the other was trying to pull himself to safety, but Tabitha would have non of that and reached over to grab his sack with her left hand.

 

"You're not going anywhere, Mister. It's time for you to grow up and be a real man. We're gonna make you a chaste eunuch so you can please us better." She pulled him to his feet by his testicles, and marched him into the kitchen again. Sam had brought in the stools and then run upstairs to get their second pair of shoes. She brought them down and both women slipped into their preferred stiletto's. Both women looked so sexy to Aiden, in nothing but frilly lace lingerie and vicious high heels. Tabitha re-cuffed his hands together behind his back and then made sure his ball sack and its two helpless nuts were resting on the hard metal surface of the seat.

 

The two women put Aiden on the middle stool and then got up on their own. They had already decided which nut they were going to rupture, Sam would get his rightie, Tabitha his leftie (since it was bigger and therefore should go the breadwinner). Sam started to finger herself while Tabitha had the gold plated dildo of her first husband who had presented her his coated cock on their third anniversary. One woman with sticky fingers fingering herself, the other pistoning a detached dick inside of her. Both ready to come for the fourth time that day.

 

Aiden looked up from his position on the stool. They were already putting lots of pressure on their chosen testicle, and he knew he only had seconds to retain his manhood, but he loved his mother and sister, so much, he just couldn't deny them anything.

 

"Make us pop your ghoolies, Aiden. Tell us how much you want this." Murmured Tabitha as she diddled herself. The testicle beneath her shoe was beginning to balloon out the sides. She smiled with pleasure at the doomed little organ.

 

"Yeah, you little ass-rat. Tell us how much you want us to spear and pop your precious ballsies." Sam was totally ready to burst his manhood and have a last, great orgasm at his expense.

 

"Urghhhh," said Aiden. "Oh, god, please don't. Please don't not my nuts. Please mom, sis, NO. Please don't. Fuck Fuck FUCK."

 

Aiden's babbling turned into a scream as first the left then the right ball imploded with stunning force, and each woman could feel their heels break through the tough outsides of their chosen ball. The heels penetrated them with a satisfying "CRUNCH" and poor little Aiden's nuts were nothing more than olives on a swizzle stick. Speared all the way through and now utterly useless. But it wasn't the end of his torture. Lost in their respective orgasms, the two ladies began to methodically pulp his nuts by stomping with their heels over and over and over again, until there was nothing left of his balls but a spermy mess. Little bits of orange goo all over their stilettos.

 

Aiden collapsed into unconsciousness.

 

"So he's a true man, now, hey maw?" said Sam.

 

"Of course he is. When he wakes up, he'll be our meek little servant boy. Ready to give us head at a moments notice, and no more pitiful masturbation or sex for him." Tabitha ran her hand over his sweaty brow. "It's always tough for a mother when her son grows up." Then Tabitha looked at her daughter. "Now all we have to do is something about that nasty dick of his."

Monday, November 23, 2015

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 72 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

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Tropes of our Genre

So I thought it might be fun to examine some of the tropes in the ballbusting and testicle torture story genre. What is a trope, you ask? A trope is a truism or cliché used in some media genre type over and over again. Take for example the "noble savage" trope (Westerns, explorer stories, Avatar) used so frequently in novels and in movies. Or the "hero-must-fight-the-big-bad-at-the-end-of-the-story-alone" trope (Harry Potter series, Star Wars, classic myths) used in literature and other media. They are plot devices, descriptions or dialogue that are used (and over used) to make the viewer identify with that which is familiar. And while tropes aren't necessarily bad, they are usually noticeable (sometimes annoyingly so) in any media genre that uses them. So here are mine for the ballbusting/testicle torture genre:
 
1. Ballbusting is a sexual activity even though in real life it's most definitely not. Erections indicate the degree to which the bustee enjoys BB in lieu of sex.
2. At least one of the characters has to like ballbusting and the story is usually seen through his/her eyes.
3. There are three basic types of bustees in the genre - the ones who want it, the ones who are too submissive to stop it, and those who resent it but have no choice.
4. Testicles can take way more abuse in stories than in real life and they only are destroyed when it's sexually convenient for them to be.
5. As with most sex stories everyone is beautiful, well endowed and sexually available.
6. Classic characters like femme fatals, super butch men and servile males are common
7. Ballbusting only happens to males who have reached puberty. Children are never disciplined with nut pain.
8. There are three main divisions of the genre - ballbusting, testicle torture and cutting.
9. Lots of other fetishes are commonly seen in BB, often relating to feet (foot fetish, trampling, socks, etc.).
10. Ballbusting represents a sacrifice of some kind on the part of the bustee and a power role of some kind of the buster. Power differentials are at the heart of the genre. 

Alex of Ballbusting Boys blog adds these:
 
1. Psychological humiliation is as important as physical humiliation. The buster(s) mock and humiliate the bustee(s), hurting both their egos and their balls.
 2. Rarely does the genitalia of the bustee(s) fall into the standard size. It's either very big or very small, both of which can result in humiliation (see 1).
 3. Most BB stories are a variation on one (or more) of the following themes: smug asshole gets what he deserves; devoted husband/son/father/partner/friend makes an extreme sacrifice; sexual experiment goes wrong; innocent character gets treated badly.
 4. M/M ballbusting fiction is fundamentally different from F/M ballbusting fiction insofar as the latter usually includes some sort of sexual attraction between the characters. M/M ballbusting fiction frequently works in a "male bonding" context in which the characters within the story do not associate ballbusting with sex (even though the reader might...)

 
If you can think of any others, add them in the comments section so we can all learn.
 
cheers,
 
n.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

(M/M) Anonymous Nutting - NEW

Not sure if I've ever posted this before or not. I might have on my old blog, but I'm not positive, so I'm labeling it as "new" even if it isn't. It's on the short side but I hope it's still satisfying.


Anonymous Nutting

 

Guy rang the bell. A moment’s pause and then a spotty boy came out of the backroom and walked to the front desk.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked.

“Yes, my ‘brother’ has a room and I’d like to know what it is.”

“And you are?”

“Guy . . . Smith. My brother is Dave.”

The attendant looked at his registry and found it. “Room 102. Upstairs and on the right porch. Will you be needing a second bed for the night?”

“I don’t think so,” said Guy with a slight growl.

The boy was unphased. He saw this everyday. If he had a penny for every couple named Smith . . .

“Have a good evening, sir.”

“Thanks.” Guy walked out of the lobby and into the night without a backward glance. Up the stairs, along the hallway . . . 100, 101, 102. Then he paused as he always did. In what state would he find “Dave” in? Tied up on the bed? Strung from the ceiling? Showering in latex? Cuffed to the radiator? Each time they hooked up, the scenario was different, and that was the beauty of the thing. The key was taped under the doorknob and he opened it quickly and shut it behind him. The light was on. On the bed was Dave. His hands were cuffed to the headboard, his legs tied off in opposite directions and his left testicle, just the left one, was tied to the ceiling with a rope, stretched tight.

Guy pulled off his shirt, shrugged off his shoes and let his pants fall. His naked chest was smooth, his pecks huge, and his arms knotted with muscle. His dick was already hard and the cock and ball harness that bound it was tight. He was ready – he was the sadist and Dave the masochist, he the top and Dave the bottom - a perfect match.

Guy looked into Dave’s eyes and saw excitement mixed with fear. A long time ago they had agreed – if ever one of Dave’s balls was tied up completely separately from the other, it meant Dave was ready to give that ball to Guy. To let him utterly destroy it, if he wanted to. It meant he was ready for his anonymous master to half castrate him.

Guy pinched one of his own nipples. “So, tonight’s the night, eh?” David just sighed and closed eyes, nodding slightly.

“Good,” said Guy. “It’s about time.” He took the handkerchief that covered his head (soaked with the perspiration of a long day’s construction work) and straddled Dave’s chest.

“Open up, bitch!” Guy gagged his helpless victim, tying it tight enough to leave welts. Then he ran his hands down Dave’s body. Where Guy was tanned and rugged, Dave’s was smooth and white. Where Guy had the physic of a body builder, Dave had the physic of especially built swimmer. He was also somewhat taller than Guy, and Guy had always assumed this trick was some kind of corporate executive, exercising in swanky gyms when he wasn’t doing PowerPoint presentations. Not that it mattered – to Guy a willing victim was just that, and no more. Dave was just one of dozens of men he tortured monthly, and wouldn’t be the first man he’d nutted.

Guy straddled Dave’s abdomen, facing him, and then reached back. His right hand grasped Dave’s suspended left ball and began to squeeze it. Guy watched Dave’s face. The eyes stayed closed, but as the pressure increased they opened. Deep black eyes up and Guy watched as they betrayed the first hints of pain. More pressure on the ball. Wider eyes and a slight grunt. Guy began to torque the ball and with he free hand, he gently caressed Dave’s right ear, tracing a path around its outer curve, then down to his chin and then into the hollow of his neck. Guy licked his own finger and brought it back down to play ever so lightly on Dave’s right nipple all the while squeezing the testicle with fingers used daily to pulverize granite and quartz. Dave gave a prolonged grunt.

Guy suddenly let the nut go and began to knead Dave’s pecs with both hands, then licked Dave’s flaired nipples, flicking his tongue over them. He bit the right one. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to elicit a jolt. More tonguing, more biting. Then the other nipple. Both became red and hard. Guy traced his tongue down to Dave’s bellybutton. Guy could feel Dave’s rock hard dick pressed against his ass and his own dick was pressed against Dave’s lower stomach. With his mouth still swirling around Dave’s navel, Guy reached behind himself and sent his left fist into Dave’s free ball. Once. Twice, Three times. Washboard abs spasmed. Then he closed his fist around the thing and pulled it up and in the opposite direction of the left bollock. He squeezed it, rolling it around in his fingers like it was a cigar. Now his mouth was at Dave’s neck, kissing and licking. Then sucking under Dave’s right ear, giving him a hicky and pulling Dave’s nut with him to reach it. He squished the untied ball in his fist, cruelly, mercilessly.

“Guess what,” he whispered into Dave’s ear. “I’m not going to punish your leftie., tonight. Just pop it. When it’s time.” He stood up and survey the scene – nipples raw, hickey on the neck, flushed skin. Good so far. Guy stood up and positioned himself between Dave’s splayed legs. Time to kick some nuts. Or nut, rather.

Mushing around the right nut a bit with his toes, just to gauge the distance, and then a light punt to it, resulting in a jolt from Dave. Now a stronger kick, then stronger. Guy worked his way up to a healthy slam and repeated the maneuver until it was a steady rhythm, each one eliciting a reflexive spasm from his victim. Certainly not strong enough to damage the organ, just enough to make it miserable for Dave. Guy watched his victim with erotic dispassion, his own cock leaking a pearl or two of cum, his own nuts swelling with anticipation. Guy contemplated his next move. The right ball was swelling. Good. He jumped off the bed and went to Dave’s gym bag. Inside was some Tiger Balm. Back on the bed he knelt and began to rub some on Dave’s cock, stroking it in, squeezing it in. Naturally, Dave began to writhe. It was like his dick had been dipping into napalm.

Guy stopped rubbing the burning cream into Dave’s cock and instead began to choke the cock, as if he were trying to strangle it. With both hands, just underneath its head. The head swelled and turned a nasty shade of purple. Guy was determined to leave a bruise. He squeezed the rock hard dick, grunting with effort and then finally let it go. He bent down and sucked in Dave’s dick head and tongued out the little dribbles of precum. He released it. The organ dropped back onto Dave’s stomach with a “thwack”. Guy got off the bed, and this time he brought back a toothbrush.

Holding Dave’s dick with one hand he gently teased open its piss-slit with the handle end of the brush. The slit widened. Blooming open, Guy started to push the handle into Dave’s urethra, further and further. Guy mused ‘This must hurt like a motherfuck’. He pushed the damned thing all the way until only the bristles were sticking out of the end of Dave’s 8 inch cock. It looked comical. Like some novelty butt plug which could be used for dental hygiene as well stuffing bungs. To make sure he was driving home the pain, he grasped the brush head and rotated it, waggling it about. Dave screamed inside his gag. Guy stroked himself. This was good. Now to plug something else. Back to Dave’s bag. He returned with Dave’s water bottle. It was four inches across and eight inches long. ‘This should make an impression,’ thought Guy.

Some Tiger Balm used as lube, and Guy first used his fingers to loosen Dave’s hole. Then he pushed the bottle in, cap first. Oh, it must be painful. Ass’s weren’t meant to accommodate such wide objects. Hard objects, too. The bottle was completely full. The hole unwilling dilated as he pushed it in. A quarter of the way. Halfway. Dave’s eyes grew along with it. Almost all the way in, but not totally. It might be hard to get back out again and who, after all, wanted to pay for proctological surgery?

Satisfied with that, Guy moved back to the right testicle, now swollen and kinda lumpy. What to do with it? The left testicle remained untouched and would remain so until it was destroyed. He put his face close to the right teste. He licked it gently, letting it loll about. He lapped, this way and that. The more he licked, the more Dave twitched. The little thing must be sensitive. Excellent. Guy sucked it fully into his mouth and clamped it tightly with his lips, pushing the nut to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He held it there, making Dave’s ab muscles tense. Then he tugged and sucked on the ball. Hard. There was explosive nostril exhalation from Dave. Now he pulled the ball bag surrounding the nut as far as he could, whilst boring the tip of his tongue into the underside of it. Ouch! Guy kept this up for about five minutes.

When he spit the nut out it looked bruised, and the bag was all red and inflamed, but he wasn’t done with it. Guy arranged himself and began to beat the bollock with his fist. Nothing light or delicate, but full on hammer-fists to the ball. SMACK SMACK SMACK. He pounded the fat pud as hard as he could. The walls began to shake. Well, nothing out of the normal for a seedy hotel . . .

On and on he pounded poor Dave’s ball until tears seeped out from clenched eyes, and a gurgling ululation from out of the bandanna gag. OK. Enough of that. Pain always needed to be balanced with pleasure, and Guy breathed on Dave’s pulsating dick, and licked the shaft. The Tiger Balm was minty. He took out the toothbrush with a SLURP and swirled his tongue around the bruised head and sucked the whole thing in, sucking on it as hard as he had the ball. He swallowed its entire length, stopped there, with his nose in Dave’s bush, and pulsed his throat to massage the member. Then, he backed off from the root of the penis and began to piston on the thing. He could feel Dave writhe in tortured pleasure.

The penis began to leak precum, a sticky sweet taste in back of Guy’s throat, and he stopped sucking just short of an explosion. It wouldn’t do to end the party yet. Guy grasped Dave’s sack and yanked, cutting short the ejaculation.

While Dave was groaning from the almostgasm, Guy went back to work on the nipples, sucking and biting and pulling on them. Meanwhile he rubbed Dave’s body with his two strong hands. “Having fun, ‘bro’?” said Guy into Dave’s ear. “Want some more? Man, I could hurt you all night long.”

Dave squeezed his eyes shut but he nodded. He loved the pain too.

“But I’m not going to,” said Guy curtly. “I’ve got a family to get home to. Let’s skip to the good part - time to take your ball.” Guy untied Dave’s right ankle and bent the leg upwards. Keeping it there, he pulled out the water bottle from Dave’s butt. The orifice was perfectly primed for Guy’s rock-hard prick. He guided it in and felt the slippery snug warmness of Dave’s hole. It was bliss, as any top knows. Guy’s right hand enclosed the sacrificial ball and began to squeeze.

“I’m going to fuck you and squeezed your nut. When I cum, I’ll burst it. Whether you get off or not is up to you.” With his left hand keeping Dave’s leg out of the way, and his right hand pressing itself into Dave’s left ball, Guy started to pump. He reached a healthy speed fairly quickly and the bed shook hard, thumping the wall behind it.

Dave could feel his big marble in a vice-like grip and could tell how close his tormentor was to coming by growing pain. He felt Guy’s exceptionally fat penis filling his ass and that hurt almost as much as the testicle crushing. He knew he was giving up an irreplaceable part of himself tonight, but he’d wanted this for so long, and he new “Guy”, no matter what his real name was, would do it like no other.

Guy rode Dave like a stallion, alternating slowing thrusts with vicious bouts of gut-ripping pounding. Now Guy was the one making noises. Open throated groans of ecstasy. The warm, moist heat of Dave’s hole was heaven, and he knew he was being cruel by not using any lube. So what? Guy’s hand began to tighten around the nut, its meat was beginning to warp, to balloon out from between his fingers. From prior experience he knew he’d need a lot of pressure to rupture the ball, and pressed his thumb in as deep as it would go.

Guy rode his pony faster, and faster. The bed was threatening to fall apart, Dave was keening into his gag, and the big fat left ball was nearing its end. Dave’s body was tense with pain, Guy’s mind was focused on careful timing, and as he felt his wad begin to boil up from his balls, he squeezed Dave’s left testicle as hard as he could, knuckles white with pressure. Dave’s eyes were like saucers and dilated black, and both dicks in the room were swelling like balloons. In one titanic moment, the cocks erupted cum, Guy’s into Dave’s gut, and Dave’s onto his own chest and in that moment there was the humble sound of Dave’s nut popping. Just a gentle “pop”, like someone stepping on an exceptionally juicy plum. Guy kept pumping, and he kept up the pressure on the ruined gland.

He pumped and pumped ‘til his seed was spent and his body was covered with a light sheen. In his right hand the remains of Dave’s ball squished around, and Guy watched with satisfaction as Dave thrashed weakly. This was the best part – inflicting untold agony on another guy. Sexual agony.

Eventually his softened member pulled itself out of Dave’s hole and he let Dave’s right leg drop. Then he massaged Dave’s jizz all over the guy’s stomach and pecs, trying to sooth his agony, kneading Dave’s sheet-white and clammy skin.

“Mmm. That was great. Your nut lasted twice as long as the last guy’s. And he didn’t even cum. You’re a racehorse, you big stud. I can’t wait till I get to take the other one.” Dave just whimpered.

Guy got up and put on his clothing, his own cock and balls still harnessed. He left Dave tied up there, on the bed, one testicle ruptured, the other bruised and swollen. But just before he left, Guy leaned over to whisper in Dave’s ear, “Text me again some time. I’ll be back in this area again next month.” Dave’s eyes just rolled around in their sockets. Guy chuckled softly. Well, time to drive home and take the wife and kids out for pizza. Guy shut the motel door behind him and didn’t look back.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Just a heads up

I was rereading some of my stories today and found one that I'd written in the style of Caligula and Number 2 which a lot of people might like. It's called Demonstrations and I thought I'd mention in case it got missed among the shuffle. It has foot worship and lots of ball busting. Just thought I'd mention it.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Tomorrow's my Birthday!

I'll be 104. But I SWEAR I don't look a day over 80. It's all that water I drink, keeps my skin clear.

I've written 72 BB/TT stories. My site is getting close to 1 million views and that's just amazing.

My most popular stories are: #1 The Classroom: The Busting Lesson, #2 Big Blond and Dumb, #3 Experiments Part 2, #4 Sadistic Aunt Sabrina, #5 Tom's Testicle II The Nut Busting Club, #6  Pussy-Boy Mike, and finally #7 The Wives Club. All of which, with the exception of SAS I wrote myself. I'm particualy pleased with Pussy-Boy Mike. It was lots of fun to write, and I think it's one of my best stories ever.

Anywho, here's to lots more years churning out tortoruos drivel.

see yas,

nicholas

Sunday, October 18, 2015

(ff/m) Bubbles 2 - The Cousin Gets Popped - NEW

So Knave requested I do a follow up to Bubbles, one of his favorite stories, for winning my sequel contest so here it is, Bubbles 2. Hope you all enjoy it!
 
Cheers,
 
n.
 
Bubbles 2 - The Cousin Gets Popped
 
The truck pulled up. Inside was John, Peggy and Anthony. Alice and Alison greeted them at the door when they came in. Seventeen year old Anthony was their cousin, and they had just brought him back from the funeral, where Anthony’s parents had been buried. It was a sad time, to be sure, but also a hopeful one. Several years ago Anthony’s parents had sent him off to military school to cure him of his bad habits and his propensity to masturbate, and now he was going to have a more normal life (plus a substantial trust fund). John and Peggy seemed to really care about him, unlike his now gone parents, who at times barely talked to him, and never gave him affection. They had been too wrapped up in their careers and their religious lives to pay him any love or attention.
Several weeks went by and Anthony settled into his new routine. Highshool and sports during the days and playing games with the twins at night or watching movies and TV on Netflix. Peggy was a terrific cook, unlike Anthony’s late mother, and he really loved the things she fixed. After all, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but in Anthony’s case it was also through his balls and it happened this way: about four months into his residence, Anthony was putting the twins to bed, and they began to tell him the story of how they popped their father’s balls one cold but cozy Christmas day.
“Didn’t it hurt him?” asked Anthony.
“Not at all,” said Alice. “He seemed to enjoy it. He squished them around after they’d burst and seemed to like it.” Neither girl seemed to remember or care to share the reality that his testicles had already been burdizzo'd and that John couldn't feel them anymore.
“Wow. That’s amazing,” said Anthony. “I wonder what it felt like when they popped?” Like most men Anthony was intrigued by the idea of being neutered in such a violent way. What would it feel like? Was it a sexually fulfilling experience? The one thing military school had taught him was that repressing sexuality didn’t really work, but removing the source of one’s temptation was the real way to go. His parents had been diehard religious types, and had impressed upon the Anthony the evilness that sexuality was. Now here was an interesting opportunity to be freed of it forever.
“Say,” commented Anthony,” You two girls wouldn’t be interested in popping my nuts would you? I mean you could practice kicking and hitting them or whatever, and then you could pop them. It would be fun!” he said enthusiastically.
“Really?” said Alison. “We’d like that a lot. We love bursting bubbles, especially man-bubbles. Here, let us see them.” Anthony was sitting on Alison’s twin bed, so she was closest to them. She snaked her hand around and pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He let her. She snaked her hand inside and found his underwear. He let her. She found the flap and wriggled her hand until she found was she was looking for, his big, fat and exceptionally round balls. With all her strength she yanked her hand and pulled them into view. Alice clapped and then hopped out of bed. The two gonads were pink, supple and lots of fun to play with. Alice and Alison each plucked one up and toyed with it. The sack was hairless and chamois smooth while the testicles themselves were like wonderful rolly-pollys. You could pull on them, squeeze them, dig your thumbs into them, and even smack them, which both of the twins did. Anthony was pretty tough, so all he did was twitch a bit, but he enjoyed all the attention his balls were getting, and didn’t try and stop them. But after about ten minutes of ball play, Anthony stuffed his nuts back into his pants and promised the two girls lots of future play time with his balls, but that it was time to go to bed.
Several days later, Anthony was babysitting the twins while John and Peggy were at a friend’s house, and Alice commented that she wanted to play with Anthony’s nuts. Now Anthony had a ripped body, smooth, muscular and very toned. He had brown military style hair, close cropped, and beautiful green eyes. The twins also had brilliant green eyes, a trait they inherited from the same side of the family, their father, but had flaming curly red hair. They were also cute and delicate little things – dainty and feminine in the extreme, where Anthony was definitely masculine but gentle also. Anthony stripped off his shirt revealing his smooth muscular chest and then unzipped his jeans and pulled his testicles through his fly.
The two girls sat on the couch and wiggled their feet. “Take our shoes off for us so we can kick you in our socks!” exclaimed Alison.
“OK,” said Anthony. On his knees he scootched over to the couch and took off their shoes. Alison was wearing a mint green dress with white polka dots and Alice was wearing a pink dress with frills. Naturally they had matching socks. Alison’s mint green socks were extra fuzzy and Alice’s pink socks were slightly less fuzzy but no less cute. The girls continued to wiggle their feet, so Anthony each gave their feet a gentle rub which they loved.
Then Anthony positioned himself in the middle of the room, He spread his knees and put his hands on top of his head. “OK girls, come kick the sin out of my eggs.” For Anthony, raised in a relentlessly repressive born-again Christian household, getting ballbusted was near to a religious experience and he envisaged getting a lot of it before culminating in the complete destruction of his balls. It made him shiver with illicit pleasure. He would beat sin and temptation even if it meant becoming an eunuch, which it would.
For Alice and Alison this was something new and fun. Man bubbles looked so delicate and yet they also seemed so elusive. They rolled out of the way as often as not and seemed to have some connection to a man's stomach because with each kick to Anthony's nuts his muscular stomach rippled and flowed, presumably with pain.
"Is this hurting you?" asked Alison.
"OOF. Yeah, a little bit, but I'm a man. I can take it. Keep going. OOF."
Alice stopped taking her turn to kick his blushing sperm makers and whispered something into Alison's ear. Alison giggled and nodded. She then took a position behind Anthony and she and Alice then took timed turns punting his puds, one of them in front and one of them behind. THWACK THWACK THWACK. The two little girls shrieked with delight as their dainty fuzzy-socked feet found their way back to his hanging heuvos over and over. Anthony had his eyes closed, but his whole world was centered on his balls, OMG it ached to have them brutalized like this. But, he wasn't worried, neither girl was strong enough to rupture them prematurely and yes, it hurt, but there was also a tingle of pleasure from the endorphins as well as psychological satisfaction that the sin inside his nuts was being beaten out of him.
After a while the two girls tired of kicking and wanted to do something new. Alison found a big plastic bat for playing ball with, and told Anthony to "hold still", then she began to hit his testicles with bat. The two red orbs were starting to swell, and they looked like two hen's eggs popping out of his pant's fly. CRACK CRACK CRACK. It sounded like Alison was breaking his eggs with each hit, and she wondered how long they could play with his balls before they really did crack.
Alice watched with pleasure until she had an idea of her own. She ran into the garage and got her father's rubber mallet. It was heavy in her hand and hard to get off the wall, but she managed to extract it and ran back to the fun. "Alison, let me try this!" she exclaimed.
"OK," said Alison, who backed off.
Anthony opened his eyes to see what new torment would be visited on him that evening, and those eyes nearly popped. A mallet! This would definitely hurt. But Alice, being kind, started out slowly and gently, so as to ramp up the intensity of the sensation. First rubbing them, then gentle taps to his balls, then stronger hits, and then stronger and stronger until she was using all her child's strength to bring the black mallet smashing down onto his testicles. Finally Anthony reached his limit to nut pain and doubled over, not quite throwing up, but definitely wretching quietly. If this hurt, how much worse would popping his balls be?
The two little girls stroked his head gently and cooed to him as he lay on the floor just sort of holding himself and occasionally moaning, sotto voce. He lay there for quite some time, and then got up, pushed his balls back to safety and suggested he make milk shakes for them all to enjoy. The two little girls clapped excitedly at the prospect.
For the next month whenever John and Peggy were away the Holsten twins found opportunities to get Anthony to pull out his testicles for them to abuse and play with. And what Anthony noticed was that his balls did indeed seem to get a little tougher each time. He could take one more round of kicking, one more spate of hitting before calling it quits. Like in most things biological, conditioning could work miracles, and after a month of it, he decided he wouldn't wear a cup during sports, because he figured his nuts could handle a lot. And, indeed, there were three nut-shots he took which he was able to shrug off, one in a football game, and twice during water polo. In the back of his mind, Anthony just smiled to himself, because it wouldn't be long before he would be completely immune to such attacks. He'd be able to do any sports and not fear for his balls. It would be a decided advantage in his kick-boxing classes.
Along with the percussion to his nuts, Anthony prepped the two girls for the actual popping. Anthony found seed pods from a certain tree near the house that were about the size of testicles and when stepped on make a lovely "crunch" sound. He brought them home by the dozens and the girls loved stepping on them. He also found for them cherries, acorns, leechee fruits and other small crushable things for them to practice on. They popped them all out on the back yard deck so that the mess made was easily cleanable. Bubbles were fun, but bubbles were messy also.
On one particular day, when again John and Peggy were out of town, the three kids played out in the back with water balloons and it wasn't long before each of them was soaking wet. Alison suggested they all strip to dry off and both girls had mentioned they wanted to see more of Anthony's muscular body. With some slight reservation, Anthony stripped for them, getting down to his boxers. He was going to stop there but Alice and Alison each ran up and grabbing a side pulled those down too. In an instant Anthony was as naked as the day he was born, outside, in the sun. Thankfully the house next door was only one story tall and the fence gave perfect privacy. The twins ran their hands over his smooth muscular body and then Alison cupped his nuts while Alice stroked his dick. In response the thing began to stiffen and each girl marveled at male anatomy. It was an interesting toy men kept hidden in their pants.
"Anthony, what is this thing all about?" asked Alison as each girl stroked and squeezed his woody.
"Well, it's for making little kids like you. See, these" he said, squeezing out his swollen agates, "Things make a stuff called 'sperm' and when a guy gets excited that sperm travels into his body and then out this thing. This is my penis and it's like a syringe. It injects my sperm into a lady."
"Can we kick it too?" asked Alice.
"Yah!" exclaimed Alison. "We could crush it just like your balls!"
Well, there wasn't much point in having a cock if he didn't have any balls. "I suppose so. If you want to. Just don't tell your parents about this, OK?"
"We promise," said the girls in unison.
From that point on, Anthony got completely naked for their ball bashing, and he stroked his cock to rigidity before the busting commenced so that they could injure that too. They beat his cock and balls black and blue with sticks, kitchen utensils, bats, rackets, ping-pong paddles and anything else that was close at hand for them to do damage to his eggs and sausage. It was so much fun.
What became tradition between them was that the twin's parents would leave, then the girls would find Anthony, who was usually either doing homework or watching the TV, and they'd make him put on a fresh pair of their fuzzy socks. The girls had a whole collection of fuzzy socks which their mother bought at a little boutique in town run by a couple, some of which were cashmere others angora, and some even made from vicuña and they came in all sorts of colors and styles. Anthony reverently put the fuzzy socks on his two little cousins, and then he would strip for them, shrugging off his shoes, peeling out of his shirt, sliding down his pants and slipping off his underwear, leaving him in only his white ankle length socks which he left on to keep his body warm and his balls loose.
Anthony would kneel so that his groin was at their level and then put his hands on top of his head and close his eyes. Then the magic would happen. The girls would do running kicks to his junk, smack his rigid pecker, punch his vulnerable balls, and do so over and over and over again. And they worked their way up to an hour. A full hour of cock and ball busting before Anthony couldn't take any more. Sometimes they'd do it in the living room. Anthony would place his naughty bits on the coffee table and they'd take turns standing on his rock hard cock and his two man-bubbles. Other times he'd sit in a hard wooden chair and they'd smash his breeding junk into its hard surface with various paraphernalia.
But it became an even more illicit game when the twin's parents were around. If they were all watching a movie together, the girls would make sure it was dark, sit on either side of Anthony and then reach their hands down his pants to pinch and squeeze his eggs, with no one the wiser. On car trips the girls would take pot shots at his groin and Anthony would have to pretend that nothing untoward was happening, and some of those hits were pretty painful. They'd play sports together, and the little girls would throw their balls at his balls and sometimes they'd actually hit him! Anthony would simply fall to the ground and groan.
And Anthony never said a word against it all. He felt he was suffering for God and believed he would be rewarded handsomely when his emasculation occurred.
One fun thing they discovered one day was how Anthony's nuts could be tortured with plain water. Anthony had just gotten out of the shower when the twins came home from school. He was naked and had left the door open. The girls found him toweling off and naturally went to play with his balls while he did so.
"Why are your man-bubbles so loose today?" asked Alison.
"Yeah," said Alice, "Sometimes they're all shriveled."
"Oh, well my scrotum, that is the bag my balls are in, responds to temperature. Hot water makes they loose, cold water makes them shrivel and ache."
"Ache? You mean cold water hurts them?" asked Alice.
"Well, it doesn't damage them, but it sure makes you wish you didn't have them."
"I have an idea," exclaimed Alison. "Let's dunk them in hot and cold water and see what that does."
Alice clapped with glee and ran to get some bowls. The three of them, and Anthony with only a towel around his waist, got ice cubes from the freezer to make ice water and put another bowl of water in the microwave to make it steaming hot. When Anthony judged that the cold water was bitingly cold and that the hot water was not so hot that it scalded him, they poured the some of each into mugs and each of the girls got one mug. Then they went into the living room, and the two girls ripped off Anthony's towel to reveal their play toys. He sat on the edge of the couch so that his balls hung off of it, and then the girls took turns dunking his balls in first ice water and then hot water, hot, cold, hot, cold, over and over and over again. Anthony began to moan. There was deep ache building in his groin that reminded him of having blue balls and the girls watched in enjoyment as his scrotum seized up with the cold water and then relaxed and hung low with the hot. The dunking stopped when each mug of water became tepid rather than hot or cold, and they progressed onto their usual hitting, kicking, squeezing and punching of hit nuts and culminated in a orgy of creativity when the girls broke out their crayons and finger paints and began to decorate Anthony's body as he lay there, just silently clutching his bruised manhood. As well as being exquisitely feminine the twins were also highly creative, and they turned his naked body into a landscape of stars, flowers, birds, butterflies and kitty-cats. They turned his throbbing penis into a tree and his two balls into soccer balls, made for kicking. All of which meant that Anthony had to take another shower when they were done.
After several months of using and abusing their handsome cousin, Anthony thought it time for them to relieve him of his temptation for good. It just so happened that John was leaving for the weekend to go to a conference and Peggy would be visiting her sick mother. Once again, Anthony was to play the role of babysitter, and he felt that this weekend would be the perfect moment. When he told the girls they got so excited that they squealed and ran around in circles for many long minutes.  But Anthony reminded them they had to be hush-hush about the whole thing, and admonished them not to mention it in front of their parents. For the whole week before the girls were bursting with excitement, and Peggy found it quite odd how her two girls kept whispering to each other all the time and giggling.
As for Anthony, well, he was torn between jacking off as much as he could to savor it's pleasures one last time or denying himself as much as possible to show his dedication to chastity. In the end he chose denial. He even refrained from looking down at his own wedding tackle so as not to be reminded of sex. And that wasn't too hard to do, because his junk was an unsightly black and blue all the time from being stepped on and hit and kicked at point blank range.
The weekend arrived and the parents left. It was Saturday morning, and after making the twins breakfast, Anthony suggested to the twins that they all spend the day in the pool. It was a hot June day and spending it in the pool seemed a sensible plan. The little girls put on their bathing suits and Anthony put on his trunks. But when they got out there, the girls told their older cousin they wanted him naked all weekend so they could play with his wedding tackle. So Anthony slipped off his bathing suit and jumped in the water, bare naked. The girls used the steps and each got on a blowup raft and paddled to the middle.
The first torture they inflicted on their cousin was giving him some lengths of rope and told him to tie each to one of his testicles and the other end to their rafts, and then he had to pull the girls from one end of the pool to the other and back again, which he did. Or at least he tried his best to do. He tied up his nuts and then attempted to swim with the rope yanking on them. He swam breast stroke and with each stroke the ropes yanked on his balls. It hurt like hell, but . . . in a good way. He kind of liked the idea of having as much pain forced on his manhood as possible as it would be his way of remembering what it was like to have them.
Upon reaching the one end of the pool, he dove under water and switched directions, this time pulling them backstroke, that way they could see his nuts being pulled. The girls squealed with delight as they saw his big purple plums being pulled out by their roots. And they really did look like plums. Anthony's balls were remarkably round unlike other guy's nuts that were more oblong, and they were huge from the months of abuse they'd received. Not to mention purple from being tied up. Back and forth the three of them went until Anthony was too tired to pull any more. He untied himself and took a short break in the shallow end before the girls got bored and wanted more ball play. They were both excellent swimmers and so they made up a game where Anthony had to get into the black inner tube that was floating around, but make his cock and balls dangle through the hole. Then the girls would swim up from underneath and mangle and mutilate them. They pretended to be fish and octopi and pinched and squeezed and pecked at his pecker and two eggs. The random abuse made Anthony gasp and even yell since the little girls were unpredictable with what they did to him.
Eventually they pulled on his ball bag so hard he slipped through the center hole and Anthony swam free. The next thing they did was Anthony's idea. He straddled the diving board so that his cock and balls lay flush with it, and then the girls, in the pool, tossed baseballs, footballs, and soccer balls at him, hoping to smash his junk. As one would expect the girls had very poor aim, but they did occasionally connect with their targets and Anthony would let out an "OOF" when they did. After about an hour of that Anthony went inside to make them lunch. They ate out on the porch before the girls wanted to go in and watch some TV, so Anthony had the afternoon to himself, and he reflected on the amazing things that dangled between his legs which could bring such joy to the hearts of others.
That night they had pizza for dinner and afterwards Anthony first put fuzzy pink socks on the twins, and then got on all fours and let the girls kick his dangling heuvos. Alice liked to do running kicks to them, from behind, while Alice liked to kick from the side so she could also kick his cock. In either case his danglers bounced with dozens and dozens of brutal impacts and after about 45 minutes of this Anthony was reduced to curling up in the fetal position, moaning, and holding his gonads tenderly. They were so swollen, and hurt so much, not to mention the deep ache in his lower abdomen. But the girls weren't tired yet, and they wanted him in a new position. So Anthony rolled on his back, brought his knees to his head, locked his arms around his legs and gave the girls first-rate access to his junk, which hung over his ass-crack. Alice kneeled in front of them and began to punch his balls with her little fist. CRACK CRACK CRACK went her naked knuckle flesh against his nuts while Alison watched. Then they switched. Not to be outdone Alison used both her fists and smashed his eggs as hard as she could, WHAM. Then down on his rigid cock, SMACK. Then back to his eggs, eggs that kept trying to roll out of the way of her blows but failing miserably.
On her next turn Alice decided to punt his cahones and the two little organs tried valorously to get out of the way but again failed. The two testicles were huge by now, perfect for tomorrow's popping.
At 9 it was time for the girls to go to sleep, and that was after they'd hurt Anthony so badly between the legs that he actually did hobble off to the downstairs bathroom and vomited into the toilet. But the girls were thrilled, and satisfied, with their work and went to bed willingly. After Anthony had turned out the lights and left the girls whispered to each other and hatched a small plan.
The next morning they woke up early, knowing that Anthony like to both sleep in, and sleep au natural. They snuck into his room and found him under the covers, on his back, snoring softly. The two girls gently and quietly pulled back his comforter and top sheet, leaving him naked on the bed. Then Alison carefully climbed up on the bed, stood between his legs and kicked his sleepy balls as hard as she could, three times in succession. Anthony curled up and groaned for a while and the two girls made for the kitchen so their cousin could make them breakfast. Which he did after a while, cupping his nuts as he did so.
After they all had partaked of breakfast, the two little girls decided they wanted to start the morning off by tying Anthony to one of the chairs and smashing his fruit with a metal spatula. They tied him up with is legs spread and tied to the legs, and in anticipation his cock became rock hard. So as to keep it out of the way, Alice used some duct tape to tape its pulsing length to his stomach so that his balls could be whacked with the spatula as they lay on the hard surface of the chair. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. The two girls hit his nuts as hard as they could. They showed their cousin no mercy as they all knew the balls would be destroyed soon anyway. Then Alison had the bright idea to use the meat tenderizer on them, which although it hurt dreadfully, Anthony approved of since it would make his balls soft enough to crush. After a while of that Alice pulled off the tape on his cock, flattened it against the wood and between his two balls and kept it there while Alison whacked it with the tenderizer. CRACK CRACK CRACK. His cock was in bad shape after 30 minutes of that, but it stayed hard no matter what.
His dick half bruised and his balls swollen to the size of peaches, they let Anthony up from the chair and dragged him into the living room. First Anthony put new socks on the girls, Alice got peach colored ones, and Alison lavender, and then they had him kneel and put his hands on his head, which he did, and they stood in front of him and kicked his soft swollen bollocks. While they did so they watched Anthony's six pack abs ripple. It was hypnotic, and they started a contest to see who could make them ripple the most. WHAM ripple, WHAM ripple. It was so fun!
When Anthony finally slumped to the ground to protect his nads, the girls decided that there would be a break and then they'd actually pop his nuts. Anthony groaned agreement and the girls turned on the television and watched it for a couple of hours. Anthony went upstairs, went to the bathroom, and then took a shower, hoping for the hot water to make his nuts extra droopy. It was his last chance to jack off before the big moment, but with a supreme effort of will, Anthony resisted, and went back down stairs, wearing a pair of white ankle length socks and nothing more.
"OK. I'm ready," said Anthony. "You two ready to burst my bubbles?"
Both girls giggled and clapped with excitement.
"How are we going to pop them?" asked Alison.
"Well, I was thinking of kneeling in front of the coffee table and then you could both stand on them. You're probably both heavy enough to do that. I think. I hope."
The two girls looked at each other. "Well," said Alice, "There's only one way to find out."
"First, tie my hands behind my back so I can't stop the process out of instinct." The twins did so.
"OK, now I'll kneel. Lift my cock and balls onto the table. Good. OK. Climb up and do your stuff," he said.
"We want to destroy your man-syringe first," said Alison.
"OK. Go get the rubber mallet from the garage," said Anthony calmly. He was now past the fear of losing his manhood, and was as excited as the girls to witness their destruction.
Alison ran to get it, and brought it back. Then the girls took turns smashing his bruised and damaged cock until it actually broke with a large CRACK. The thing swelled with blood and edema and looked strangely misshapen and yet it still remained half hard. They again taped the remains of his mighty, 8 inch weapon to his stomach and got onto the table. Alison chose his left ball and Alice his right. They climbed onto their chosen nut and began to put pressure on it. But balls, even swollen ones, are slippery customers, and both girls had to place their hands on Anthony's head to steady themselves. Alice patted his head.
"Are you happy we're going to pop your boy-bubbles cousin?" she asked as her feet wobbled on the testicle.
"Mmmphhmmff," mumbled Anthony. His whole world was subsumed by the pain in his nuts.
"Yeah, tell us how much you want us to burst your berries!" giggled Alison.
They both began to hop up and down on their trapped nuts and the testicles became flatter and flatter as their weight was forcing them to warp from the pressure.
"TELL US!" said Alice in a loud and commanding voice.
As any man instinctively obeys the commands of his woman, Anthony, with his eyes close and part of him praying for all this to come to a speedy consclusion, burst out, "CRUSH MY NUTS, PLEASE! MAKE ME A CHASTE EUNUCH, TAKE AWAY MY BALLS" screamed Anthony, giving away his deep plan to escape the evils of sexuality.
His huge balls were now almost flat in the center and with a final vicious stomp the two little red-heads, in their fuzzy socks and their innocence, burst Anthony's two bubbles with audible 'POPS'. The two nads exploded and then the things went slack beneath the twin's feet. A wave of horrible dizziness swept over Anthony and he almost fainted but instead just fell side ways and just lay there, twitching in inhuman agony. The girls got off the table and went over and spread his legs, of which he was helpless to stop them, and they began to kick what was left of his balls, They punted his mush over and over and Anthony screamed over and over again until finally he couldn't take anymore ball-agony. And just before he did pass out, the two girls told him they'd put on his boxers so mom and dad wouldn't see him naked and then blackness took him. But as he fainted away, he did so with a smile upon his face for Anthony had beaten Satan, and now begun his peaceful life as a eunuch, far removed from temptation and all that much closer to God. Amen!