Wednesday, April 22, 2015

(F animal/MMMM) Four Toys by Marbles

Whereas the previous story was gentle and benign, this story is vicious and brutal, and was very inspiring to me for my own stories. Unlike my own animal BB story where the animals receive the busting, here the animals are giving a lot of the busting. It even reminds me of another story I once read where a guy is immobilized and a colony of ants slowly devour his balls. Talk about painful. Anywho, this story is long, well written and full of brutal humiliation, and I love it. I hope you do to.


Four Toys by Marbles

It was going to be another interesting few days of work for Angela. They had brought 4 new prisoners in for her to play with. Well, it was play for her. For the prisoners, it would be intense suffering and humiliation for their crimes. You see, each one of these prisoners had committed heinous sex crimes, ones that Angela considered worse than the ones she was about to commit.

She pulled up to her usual location, a small dilapidated looking farm in the middle of nowhere. The sole entrance to the facility was guarded, and there was no escape for the individuals kept within. As she entered the building, she wondered what new tricks she would try on these men. She had to admit that she kind of liked the job, and enjoyed the suffering inflicted on these types of individuals.

Angela decided that the first game would be one of humiliation. Already the men had been securely tied up securely on the same wall, with their legs spread apart. All had been gagged. They were left clothed, but that wouldn't remain for long. Angela liked the hands on experience of seeing what kind of men she had.

The men all tensed up as she arrived. They had some suspicions about what would happen, but they truly could not expect what was in store for them. Angela never said a word to them. She went to the first man tied up on the left, and began to undress him. She did the same for the other 3 individuals as well, making sure to cup each mans balls and get a feel for what kind of stuff he had. The first 3 prisoners were fairly average. The 4th prisoner was pretty well endowed. He had a long hanging cock and balls double the size of the first 3. They also hung very low and she spent some time groping his balls, wondering what special punishment she would inflict on this one.

Angela kept the room nice and warm, for obvious low hanging reasons. She readied the first humiliation punishment. Usually this would inflict no damage, but occasionally an accident did happen. She took a white powder and carefully applied it to each mans penis and testicles. Then she uttered her first and only sentence of the day, "See you boys tomorrow." With that she exited the room the way she had entered. She then went to the other side of the building, and found the calf she had asked for tied up, and rather hungry looking. This trick was always one of her favorites, and she led the young beast into the room, where the expressions on the mens faces were priceless.

She released the calf, and then closed the door and proceeded to the observation room. Yes, she had the classic 2 way mirror and would enjoy the festivities, and make sure that the men were sufficiently humiliated. The calf was confused at first, not knowing the place it was in. Eventually, it started walking around, and came to the left-most man. It sniffed the powdered milk on the man’s genitals, and then its hunger instinct quickly kicked in.

The man tried to draw back, such as he could in this position, but the calf was not to be denied. He felt his dick quickly engulfed, and then sucked on vigorously by the hungry animal. It was not very gentle, bucking and trying hard to get milk that had wetted its appetite and would not come. The man was sure he was going to get some bruises from the excessive bucking it was doing. Eventually, nature took over despite his best efforts, and he got a hardon anyway. The calf was unable to get the boner into its mouth, and went to the next available target, the man’s dangling testicles.

Angela always liked this part of the scene best. The man made a muffled screams as he felt his testicles engulfed in the hungry animals mouth. This feeling was not pleasant at all, as he felt his twin orbs being swished around between tongue and teeth, and was very frightened that the animal might begin to chew. Fortunately, the chewing never came, but the stretching did. The animal begin pulling back and bucking forward like it had done on his dick, but his balls had a lot more give and they went quite some distance before being pulled tight. The sensation left his balls feeling pinched and painful.

Soon the calf went to a fresher target. The 2nd man was probably the smallest of the bunch. The calf was able to get both the penis and testicles in the mouth. The calf was very hungry now, and was none too gentle in trying to get some milk out of what it thought was a nipple. The man never got an erection, and Angela could swear he was starting to cry. The calf continued on with this man for quite some time. After a while, it became bored, and went and stood by itself in a corner. The two men who had not been violated looked somewhat relieved. Angela knew that the night was long though, and eventually the calf would try again. At any rate, she needed some sleep for the fun day to come. With that, she retired, leaving the men to suffer humiliation to the calf on and off throughout the night.

The night brought very little rest to the men. Every time one of them would get some sleep, the calf would eventually walk over and painfully awaken them. It seemed to favor the 2nd man, the one who would not get an erection. By the time Angela walked in in the morning, he had started to bruise and had minor cuts along his penis and scrotum. Angela tied up the calf in a corner of the room, and then proceeded to hose down each man to clean them up. She was sure to use high pressure on their genitals, causing them to wince in pain each time their turn came.

Angela decided the 2nd man would be her first victim. Already, he was in a tender and painful state, and she liked to get rid of the smallest first. She approached the man, and then grabbed his limp penis in her fist. She then started pulling the bruised member with all her might. The man at first tried to jut his groin out as far as he could in this tied up state, and then fell limp to the pain being caused to him. He felt things stretch in pain that he had never felt before. Suddenly, there was a snapping sensation inside of his penis, and a red hot stabbing pain that throbbed with each heartbeat. Angela let go after she felt something inside his cock give. His cock was about an inch and a half longer than it had ever been before. However, this man would probably never get an erection again, and the damage would cause him great pain whenever somebody tried to handle his penis. As if confirming the fact, Angela took the man’s penis in her hand, jacked him for a while only to hear muffled screams. Finally, she tired of this torment, and gave him a warning, "This pain is nothing compared with what you are about to experience."

With that warning, she reached down to the man’s hanging testicles and separated them, one for each hand. She then started to squeeze and pull the man’s testicles away from his body. The man started quaking with pain, as he felt his vulnerable gonads compress in ways they were never meant to be, not to mention the ache of the extreme stretching his testicles were feeling. Angela took her time, enjoying this man’s suffering and the looks of fear on the other men’s faces. Eventually she felt what she was expecting, a small squishing sensation in first one testicle, and then the other, indicating that they had been partially ruptured. The man had stopped struggling now, and just sat there with his head rolling back and forth in extreme pain. Angela then once more covered his genitals in powdered milk. The first suck was for humiliation. This one would be for pain.

Angela watched the man weakly squirm as his genitals were engulfed yet again by the calf. The calf was even hungrier now, and the suction it was applying to his broken penis and ruptured testicles was excruciating. Soon the man’s scrotum began to fill with blood, and his testicles started ballooning up. The calf still tried to suck on the inflamed orbs, causing the ruptured testicles to worsen, and eventually causing enough pain to make the man pass out. Angela let the calf suck for a while more, and then finally led it out of the building. The man’s genitals looked hideous and were bloated to inhuman proportions, and would ache like hell when the man regained consciousness.

The first man squirmed a little as Angela approached him and started fondling his genitals. Right now it was pleasurable to the man, but it wouldn't be for long as soon as Angela decided which way to torture this man. She gave the man’s testicles a harsh tug and then left the room letting the man ponder to what his fate was going to be.

She returned with a strange looking device. It had two metal bars positioned fairly close together, but with some space between them. It was attached on both ends to some chain, which Angela attached to a hoisting hook on the ceiling. The man began to suspect what was in store from him and could only squirm as Angela took his testicles and fit them in between the bars and then clamped them down, trapping his testicles on the outside. She then unlocked the man’s chains, being careful not to let him take any cheap swings at her. It was fun to watch to see how long he could try to hold on before being hung by his testicles. She didn't give the man much time to think as she went over to the hoisting switch and turned it on, slowly lifting the bars. The man began to panic as he stood on his tip toes trying to figure out a way to save himself. He grabbed the bars with both his hands and flipped upside down voluntarily before being lifted off of his feet by his testicles. He knew he could only go so long hanging on like this, but didn't really have any more options at this point. Angela turned off the lifting process, and the man struggled to hold on in this position. He then came up with a slightly easier plan, and took one arm off the bar and placed it on the floor. His other arm joined him slightly afterwards, and he as doing a handstand. This was easier on his body than before, but he would still eventually run out of energy.

Angela enjoyed this allot. At about 20 minutes, his energy started to wane. He would start to collapse his arms, only to receive a vicious yank on his balls. This would give him a new well of energy and he would push up with his arms again. However, he could only last a minute or so before his energy would leave him again. After the 5th or so time of this 2nd wind effort, he finally became too exhausted to keep himself up. Angela watched his arms give slowly, increasing the tension on his testicles and causing him excruciating amounts of pain. Finally, his arms went limp and his full body weight was being supported by his balls. Usually after a few minutes one of two things would happen. The scrotum and testicles would be unable to support the body weight, and they would literally rip from his body. The other thing that would often happen is that there was also space left between the bars, and sometimes the testicles would collapse under the pressure, and would slowly pull through the bars, ruptured and in great agony. However, this man was pretty small, and neither seemed to be happening. He just hung there, his scrotum extending 6 to 7 inches away from his body. She was sure some of the tendons had torn by how far the testicles were away from his body, but they would just not fully give way. After about half an hour of hanging, the man passed out.

This would do no good, Angela thought to herself. She lowered the bars, until the man was slumped on the floor, and then released his testicles. She then hooked the man’s chains back on, and hoisted him slowly back on to the wall. His testicles still hung incredibly low, unable to retreat, and there was bruising and stretch marks along his scrotum. She got some smelling salts and woke the man back up. He slumped in his restraints. Angela then slapped his testicles, causing the man to try to curl up in pain. Good, she thought to herself. He still had feeling in them. She then began rolling his testicles around in her hands roughly, marveling at how they had been deformed from the hanging. They didn't quite feel right, but they had not ruptured.

She began to idly think of what to do next to the man. While in thought, she took the man’s testicles at the base and began swinging them around, much as one would an old watch. This entertained her, and she began to twirl them with great force, enjoying the smacking sound they made when they would hit her arm, or his thighs. Inspiration soon struck, but only after she had added a few more bruises to the man’s scrotum. She took his penis, and then began jacking it to see if he was still able to get an erection. After a few minutes, it responded and became erect. She kept this up until she sensed the man was about to orgasm. She stopped at that point, and left the room to get a vice.

The man could only silently squirm in fear as he saw what she came back with. The vice was pretty standard, with only a small modification at the top to add to small indented bars to prevent the testicles from escaping while being crushed. These testicles were easy to fit in the vice due to their distended state, and Angela quickly applied enough pressure to be able to let the vice hang freely and painfully from his abused testicles. She then jacked the man back into an aroused state. When he was close to orgasm, she started to turn the vice slowly, further compressing his testicles and causing excruciating pain. As soon as his dick would go limp, she would stop turning the vice, and began jacking him again. She was able to repeat the process 5 times. After the 5th time, she was unable to jack him into an erection, but she hadn't completely crushed his testicles yet. This had to be about as painful as it could possibly be for him, and Angela decided to keep him there for some time. She attached 20 lbs of weight to the vice, causing the man extreme agony, and then simply walked away from him.

She stopped by her previous victim, and kicked the man in his partially ruptured and ballooned testicles, abruptly waking him from his state of half consciousness. She had half hoped his scrotum would pop like a water balloon, and scowled at the man when this did not occur.

Angela then studied the remaining two untouched individuals. She had already used some of her best stuff on the first two men, and she was wondering what to do with these two. She decided to scale down a bit, and went to the back and grabbed a small propane blow torch and a knife with a heat resistant handle. She pulled a chair she kept in the room and sat down next to the third man. Quickly, she fired up the blow torch, and began to heat up the knife. When it became extremely hot, she held it up to the man’s face for a second. She then grabbed his penis, and burned the end of the man’s cock with the knife. This created quite a sizzle, and Angela knew the knife was ready.

His scrotum would be no match for the knife, and she carefully cut around the neck of his scrotum, being careful not to get the testicles themselves. The burning hot knife made sure to cauterize the wound quickly, keeping bleeding to the minimum. It would do no good if the man bled to death before she could have some fun. After about 5 minutes worth of work, she carefully pulled the scrotum away from the man, leaving his naked testicles hanging in the air. The man was now rocking in his restraints, both afraid and in pain, and worried about what was to come. Angela set the knife aside for a moment, and put on a plastic glove. She then began to probe the exposed testicles, compressing them, flicking them, and roughly stroking them.

She then picked the knife back up. "I’m afraid I need to cool this off.", she said. She took the man’s left testicle, and pinched it between two of her fingers. She carefully took the knife and put the side against the testicle, and immediately there was a sizzling sound as the testicle began to burn from the heat. The man thrashed violently, unable to cope with the pain he was being caused. Angela casually took the right testicle and did the same thing to it. There was much burning, but the testicles were still intact when she was done, all the more ripe for abuse.

Angela left for a second to find the freezer. She grabbed some ice cubes from it and went back to the man whose testicles she had just burned. She squeezed his left testicle between her fingers, and applied the ice cube directly to it. It took some time to melt, and the man shook his head back and forth as she cooled his testicle off. In fact, after the initial pain, this was almost merciful as the man’s testicles were somewhat numbed to the blistering pain the burning had caused. Eventually she had melted an ice cube on each testicle.

She decided she had done enough for the day. She left for the night, leaving 3 of the 4 men in total agony. One with a vice hanging from his distended testicles, one with ruptured testicles and penis, both of which had swelled to extreme proportions, and one with his scrotum removed and naked testicles burned. The forth man could only ponder the torments the other 3 endured and was extremely worried what would happen to him, being the most well endowed of the bunch. The best for last could not be a good thing here.

When Angela returned the next day, she was pleasantly surprised to learn that none of the 3 tortured men had died during the night. Sometimes the shock was too much and they would expire. She went back to the man with the vice on his testicles. She pushed the vice, causing it to swing back and forth between the man’s legs. He started to bang his head against the back wall, indicating he still had feeling in them. This was good. She removed the vice from his testicles, and began to grope them. They were still intact, but they did not feel at all like normal testicles. His scrotum was extremely bruised, and literally hung an 8 unnatural inches from his body. She was quite impressed at all they had endured.

She decided to go back to the original torment for this man. She fetched the calf, which was not as hungry as before as it had been fed (unlike the men who were only given water). However, it still looked feisty enough. Angela applied some more powdered milk to the man’s genitals. Again, it went for the man’s penis first. Angela was surprised as he got an erection despite all the abuse he had taken. The calf though seemed to be a little smarter this time. It kept the man’s penis from escaping and kept sucking with a vengeance. Angela laughed at this, and it became apparent that the man was going to ejaculate. This was something she had not seen happen before, and the man could only take it in humiliation. Then it happened, the shudder letting her know that he had just cum. The calf however did not care. It simply kept sucking. Soon, the pleasure turned into an ache as his penis was still being worked over.

It soon became distracted as no milk came out from the "nipple" it was suckling, and went after the man’s powdered testicles. This time it was all pain as his testicles swished around in the animal’s mouth. Unlike before, they were a lot longer now, and were flopping around the back of the animal’s mouth, dangerously near the molars. There were many pinching sensations as his testicles were caught in between the jaws, but pinched painfully to safely as they came together. He realized it was only a matter of time before one would not escape, and would be crushed in the animal’s mouth.

Then it happened. A searing pain worse than any he had felt before engulfed his right testicle as it smashed between the molars of the calf. It had just ruptured. The calf didn’t care, and still sucked away. The man kept banging his head against the wall in total agony as his ruptured testicle was crushed further and further in the calf’s mouth. Somehow, his left testicle escaped this punishment, and eventually the calf tired out, and his wounded testicles were left hanging in agony. Angela removed the calf once more, and sprayed down the man, causing his testicles even more agony. Angela then took the man’s testicles in her hands to survey the damage. Sure enough, one testicle had been smashed. She took this testicle in her hand, and began to brutalize it further. She started peeling the ruptured parts further from each other, trying to turn the testicle into one long strand. The man howled in silenced agony behind his gag, as this woman tortured him in ways he could have never fathomed. Eventually she had accomplished most of her goal, and the pieces of testicle felt like small tubes in his sack. She then turned her attention to its neighbor. This one had somehow survived all the punishment, and she decided she would now personally deal with the issue. She grabbed his sack and forced both his smashed and deformed but intact testicle to the bottom of his sack. She then started to punch it. She wasn't exactly boxing caliber material, so it took about 20 punches before she hit his left testicle hard enough to begin its destruction. After about 20 more punches, she had really ruptured it, and there was no longer a whole testicle left in his sack. She thought this was fun though, and kept punching his testicular remains. After about 100 punches total, she finally became exhausted and let go. This man was now totally ruined and would not be fun anymore. She left him to suffer the pain of internal bleeding.

She examined the first mans genitals, who now had turned a nasty shade of black. The man didn't seem to respond to it though, and it was likely they had suffered too much damage to be fun with anymore. To confirm it, she punched them once more, and barely got a reaction out of the man. Yep, two down and two to go.

The third mans testicles looked like they had dried out nicely since their first night in the open air. They did look painful though, and had clear burn marks from the knife. To confirm this theory, she took a nut in each hand and began to squeeze it. His tensing indicated that he indeed did still feel agony when this happened. She then surprised the man by suddenly releasing him from his bonds. He was not in any condition to try anything, and fell to the floor under Angela’s guidance. She made sure he was back up, with his genitals pointing in the air and not covered under his body. He just lied there and Angela went and fetched her friend the pit bull. The man looked horrified as she led it to the room, and then shut the door. He was only able to sit up though, and would not be able to put up any kind of fight.

It stood around for about 5 minutes getting acclimated to its new surroundings before getting up and began sniffing around. Eventually it found the man with the missing scrotum. It sniffed his testicles, and then began to lick them. The man whimpered in fear and in pain. Eventually it licked higher up onto his penis. Suddenly it clamped down on the man’s penis. Angela was pleasantly surprised by this. Usually they didn't go for the penis without some incentive on it. The man felt the teeth penetrate his cock. This was not enough to remove it though. The dog released it and tried biting down again a little higher up. Again, it was not quite enough, and this seemed to piss the dog off. It began to pull viciously. The man was dragged a short ways by his penis, but it was not enough to remove his penis, only horribly mutilate it. The dog then settled for second best, and began to chew on the man’s penis sideways while it was still attached to his body. It eventually got enough to take off the man’s cockhead, and began working down his shaft, until it had consumed the whole thing. The man was in severe agony during this, and was too weak to do anything about it.

When the dog had finished the penis off, it began licking around the gaping wound in the man’s groin. Eventually, it began licking the man’s testicles again. It first concentrated on the right one, and eventually started licking it into its mouth. The first few times it fell out, and landed back on the floor with a painful smack. Eventually, the dog tired of licking and gripped the man’s testicle in the middle with its teeth. The man howled in agony as it clamped down, piercing his testicle down the middle. It then began to chew the man’s testicle in its mouth while still attached to the cord. After about 5 crunches, it finally cut the cord and the agony that was the man’s right testicle was no more. The man whimpered in pain as it began licking his left testicle. It took a while this time, about 5 minutes before it got impatient. Again, it grabbed the man’s testicle in the middle. However, this time, it was enough to cut the testicle in half. It chewed and ate the half testicle, and began licking the remains of the testicle for another good 15 minutes. The man was in total agony as the dog took its time on his doomed testicle. Eventually the dog tired though, and it just left him laying there with his half testicle in total pain.

Angela came to get the dog, and removed it from the room. She then went to the bleeding man, and slowly stepped on his half remaining testicle. She enjoyed crushing it beneath her foot, as the man convulsed on the floor. After she was done, she went to get the guards to remove the 3 ruined men from the room, and to clean up. She really had a good deal in that she didn’t have to clean. The last man watched as the 3 other man were roughly removed from the room. He could only wince as the man with the crushed, distended scrotum was actually pulled from the room by his ruined testicles. He had no idea what fate awaited them after this, but he was sure it wasn't good.

Many hours went by after this, and the man looked to be spending another night thinking about what fate was in store for him. As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a snap, and there was this excruciating pain in his left testicle. He looked down in teary filled eyes, and saw a small wound on his left testicle. Then there was another snap, and his right testicle was in tremendous pain. His body reacted, and pulled his wounded gonads into his body, and his scrotum shriveled up farther than it had ever been in his life. Then it had occurred to him that he had just been shot by a bb gun. Another shot came, this time it hit him straight on the top of his cock head. After he got over the shock of the pain, he noticed that the bb had penetrated his skin and was embedded in his cock. He was worried by the pain in the testicles that they might still have those viscous pellets in them. His cock started to retreat as much as it could from the pain. In its deflated state, it pointed nearly straight out from his belly. Angela liked attempting this shot. She aimed right for the opening on his penis, seeing if she could get a direct bull’s-eye. She shot, and bam, it hit. This hit was vicious on the man. He was in total shock and the inside of his penis felt as if it were on fire.

No more shots came that night for the man, but he was largely unable to sleep due to the wounds his genitals had taken. They were throbbing, yet he somehow knew this would probably only be a taste of the pain to come. He whimpered as he thought of this. When morning came, Angela noticed the man’s genitals were still largely in a state of retreat in his body. She decided to combat nature with nature, and dramatically increased the temperature in the room. She left for a few hours, and came back. It had worked, the man's wounded genitals were hanging in the open. His testicles were slightly swollen, and had bruised around the entry wounds where she had shot him. His penis looked a little worse. His cock-head had turned a nasty shade of purple.

She walked up to his penis and took it in her hand. She then began to squeeze it, hard. The man jerked in pain from his wounds from this new assault. She then began to examine his testicles. She was more delicate here, carefully probing with her fingers. She first felt over the right one, and felt around the sac. Soon she felt what she was looking for. The bb was freely floating around in his scrotum. It had not penetrated his testicle but surely had bruised it, judging from the man’s anguished look. The left testicle proved to be in the same condition.

Angela then went to the back and came back with a toolbox. The man cringed in fear as she opened it. The first thing she pulled out was not a tool at all, but a syringe. She carefully took the man’s penis and injected it near the base. In almost no time, he got a raging, yet painful erection. She then took out some superglue from the box. She carefully inserted the nozzle into the man’s cock, and then spewed some out. This was Angela’s twisted form of birth control. After she had finished applying the glue, she stripped. This job was not without some fun. The man had a great set of genitals and she decided she wanted to use it.

She rode the man for what seemed to be hours to him. Despite his wounds, he was soon approaching orgasm from this fucking. He knew it would not be a good one due to the glue though, and held back as long as he could. However, he could hold no more, and he soon felt soreness in his cock as his fluids backed up in his tube. The worst part is the erection was induced with whatever she had injected him with, and she kept riding him despite his orgasm. At first there was soreness, but then her motions began to affect him again. It didn't take long before he had a 2nd orgasm, despite his predicament. This one was very painful, as there was no place for it to go. He felt the inside of his penis stretching unnaturally. It felt like somebody had inflated a balloon in there. Soon Angela finished having all of her fun, and she dismounted the poor man.

The man’s cock looked like it was pretty sore from all the fun Angela had had. She left for the back and came back with an almost vacuum looking device. However, the end was something that looked like what you would put on a cow when you milked it. Angela had designed it personally and always had some fun with it. She turned it on, and placed it on the man’s penis. It sucked it in, and began to massage his penis. It took a while, but eventually, the thing did its job and forced him into another orgasm. Luckily there was not as much fluid to add to his backed up load, but it still hurt like hell. Angela then left the man in this condition, being milked by her machine.

She returned an excruciatingly 12 hours later. The drugs causing the man’s unnatural erection had worn off by then, but the machine plus the backed up cum had caused him to remain erect anyhow. She then turned the machine onto extra suction. The man was taken totally by surprise as his penis was pulled viciously into the machine. This was very painful for him, and his bruised cock felt like it was being sucked inside out. Eventually, the pressure from his backed up cum and the incredible suction started to work loose the glue that was in the man’s cock. He felt a tearing sensation, and then an explosion as finally it worked free and all his cum was released. Judging by the small “tinks” made as well, it had also sucked the bb's right out of his balls.

Angela left the machine on for 10 more minutes. This would add extra bruising, and she wanted to see the man’s cock limp and totally black and blue. She finally turned the machine off. However, the remaining suction held his cock fast into the machine. Angela grabbed the nozzle, and started pulling as hard as she could. Finally, after a minute, his cock came free with a popping noise. She started slapping it around, hard, enjoying the pain it caused the man.

Then she abruptly left the man. This did not give him much comfort though, as his penis had been severely damaged, and was causing him pain even when kept perfectly still. It did not take long for Angela to return, and the man recoiled in horror when she walked in with a set of jumper cables. Angela had taken great care to find a set of large cables, as she had to make sure the jaws would open large enough to fit the man’s testicles. She roughly grabbed his testicles, and massaged them to make sure they were hanging nice and low. Then she took one of the grips, opened it, and placed his left testicle in side. Then she let go. The man began to gyrate as crushing force was applied to his testicle. The inside of the jaw was slightly smaller than his testicle, and it took a moment before it compressed the testicle trapping it completely in the inside. The right one went much the same way. It almost looked as if the man had no testicles, only a scrotum.

Electrical pain then added to the crushing pain as Angela turned on her special machine. This would start out slow, doing a shock every 5 seconds. The intensity was low, but would increase over the next hour to damaging but not killing pain. Of course electrical and crushing was not enough for her. She took the jumper cables and began to pull on them. She had designed a special hook in the cable around the middle, and took a bungee cable she had lodged to the floor and attached it. This was her 3 for 1 special, and she enjoyed watching the man break down of the next hour.

By the time it was over, the man had broken down mentally. She took off the jumper cables, and his scrotum was burnt, scraped, and his testicles started to swell. However, they were still intact which would let her fun continue. She then took the man off the wall, but left him tied up, and began to drag him outside.

The man vaguely noted he was on a farm, and he was being dragged inside a barn. Angela enjoyed all the methods she could use on a farm, and it would be a pity when they had to move on and not use it anymore. The man squirmed as Angela drug him past some calves, but that was not to be his fate this time. She brought the man to where there was a hole in the wall. It was a little small, and Angela had a fun time manhandling the man’s genitals and forcing them through it even though they didn't want to go. She then tied the man up so he had no room to move at all, much less struggle. Directly underneath the hole was a long, old board, which the man’s testicles rested on heavily. Angela then walked some distance away, took a chair, and was very quiet. For this one to work, she had to be patient and silent.

It didn't take long at all, which pleased Angela. A hungry looking rat cautiously crept down the board, and started to sniff the man’s genitals. Then it started to chew at the man’s scrotum. It was slow painful work, but eventually it chewed off enough to expose the man’s left, huge testicle. The rat managed to get it's forepaws around it, and sunk them in viciously. It then began to pull backwards, trying to get the man’s testicle free. It was nowhere near strong enough, but the pain it must be causing the man was priceless.

The man’s testicle looked like it stretched an amazing 8 inches without it's sack to stop it. Eventually, the rat slipped up, and the testicle bounced off the left side of the beam, and hung down the side. It then went back to work on the man’s scrotum. Eventually, it freed the right testicle as well. It must have learned its lesson though and largely avoided it. Then it got to the man’s penis. It was rather large for the rat, but the head was soft, and it found it a very good meal. It devoured slowly but steadily. This man was really hung though, and soon it found itself full. The rat left content, and the poor man was in excruciating pain.

Angela was surprised at what happened next. Apparently rats weren't the only scavengers waiting around for a good meal. A crow swooped down and landed next to his right testicle. It gathered it into its talons, and then began to fly away. It must have been surprised as the testicle was still attached to the cords, and suddenly pulled taught. The crow comically jerked in mid flight, falling dazed. The testicle roughly smacked down the right side of the beam and hung there. Angela could not help but laugh at this maneuver, and the bird hastily flew away once it knew it had company.

The man was bleeding a fair amount, and might not live if Angela waited the necessary amount of time for those animals to return. So she untied the man, and dragged him out of the hole. She was amazed at how large his testicles truly were outside his scrotum, and the agony they must be in right now. They hung an amazing 8 inches below his legs outside their sack, and she was mesmerized by their pendulous swinging motion they made as she dragged him to a pen. Once there, she untied the man, and locked him in. He was able to stand, but he would not be able to escape in his current condition. She then went to the neighboring pen. It contained 3 pigs. She opened the gate, and they immediately began to go in to the man’s pen. At first the man wasn't afraid of them, and simply backed up to a corner. The pigs sniffed the blood on the floor from his earlier position, and then began to lick it up. This made the man scared. They then looked his way, and started to slowly chase the man around the pen. It took about 10 minutes for the loss of blood to get to the man, and he finally fell down in exhaustion on his hands and knees. He then tried to squeeze through the bars, even though they were just smaller than his frame would allow. He managed to wedge his shoulders in, but then was stuck sideways. He then collapsed, laying sideways and stuck, as the pigs began to sniff his bleeding genitals. Rather than just simply eat them, the pigs began to ram their snouts into the mans testicles. He felt their tongues lick up the blood around them as they were brutally smashed into the dirt. They then got to the biggest source of blood, the man’s penis. They didn't ram it though; rather one took the whole thing in its mouth, and then began to chew.

This was exquisite torture for the man. Pigs are known for their crushing bites rather than sharp bites. His cock was slowly crushed into a pulp over the next few minutes as the pig chewed it slowly but surely right off his body. Finally it crushed it enough that it was totally removed from his body, and the pain was lessened to some degree. Until the pigs realized that only the testicles were left.

They kept ramming them into the ground for the next few minutes. They could not get a grip on them, and kept trying to reposition them to get them in their mouth. Finally one bucked the man’s legs, causing him to roll on to his back to some degree. This lifted his balls out of the dirt, and hanging there, ready for the pigs to get to. His left testicle was the first victim. He felt it enter the pig’s mouth. And then there was just pain.

Its jaws mauled his testicle twice. Then it apparently decided the taste was not for it, and ran away. Another pig took his other testicle into its mouth, and had much the same experience. The man still had his balls, although they both had been severely mauled and were causing him extreme pain. The last pig licked around his testicles, causing the man to wince as his orbs registered unbelievable pain. Then it managed to suck both testicles into its mouth. Unlike the other two, this one just kept chewing and chewing the tough testes. Eventually, the pig pulled back, stretching the man’s testicles to their limit. It did not take long, and they mercifully came off the man. He had passed out around that point.

Angela quickly summoned the guards. She would have them try to save this one. The thought of these men being forced to live as eunuchs pleased her greatly. She wouldn't lose a lot of sleep if the scum died though.

Another job well done, thought Angela. It would probably be some time before they found some more criminals that needed disposing of. After all, the kind that needed this type of punishment was rare. Until then...


Monday, April 20, 2015

(Ff/Mm) Mom and Daughter, Father and Son by Stubby

So to start of with here is an oldie but goodie which was the inspiration for my daughter/father stories. This story is unlike them in most ways, being so gentle and calm, but it got me thinking about the thrill a little girl would have in emasculating the man who sired her. And I've always liked family oriented castration themes. So here you go!



Mom and Daughter, Father and Son by Stubby

John was a long haul truck driver and was on the road most of the time. John and his wife, Sara, had recently purchased a small ranch with the idea that when the ranch became profitable John could retire from the road and spend more time with his family. Sara had been raised on a farm and knew what had to be done and knew how to do it. Peter, age 17, and his sister, Cindy, age 18, loved living on the ranch. Having been born and raised in the city, they both loved the peace and quiet of country life.

One hot summer day, while John was on the road, Sara, Peter and Cindy were working a new group of calves John had bought at auction last week. The calves had to be given the required inoculations, be dehorned and the males castrated.

Sara had become very skilled at using the Burdizzo clamp. After Sara had done the last calf, Cindy asked her, "Mom, the calves didn't put up much of a fuss when you clamped them. I always assumed it would hurt like hell, but now I'm not sure. What do you think?"

Sara replied, "Not having balls I'm not sure if it hurts or not. Why don't you ask Peter. He might have some idea."

Turning around to face the two women Peter saw that both were smiling. Feeling a little cocky Peter answered, "I don't know if it hurts or not, but I'm willing to find out!"

"You're not serious?" asked Cindy.

Looking at his sister Peter replied, "If Mom says it's ok, it's ok with me".

Peter expected Mom to say something, such as quit talking like that, but his Mom and sister just kind of smiled at each other. Sara stood up and said, "Peter, if you are serious go into the house and wait for us in the kitchen."

Too proud to back out now, Peter got up and began walking toward the house. Once in the kitchen Peter began undressing and soon was completely naked. Normally he would have been very uncomfortable being seen naked by his mom and sister, but now his only thoughts were that he hoped his mom would really go through with this.

Sara and Cindy came in the kitchen a few minutes later and stopped when they saw Peter standing there naked.

Cindy giggled and said to her mom, "His dick is kind of small, isn't it?"

Sara answered, "Yes it is. Just like your Father's."

Peter had a full erection by then, but his penis was less than three inches long and no thicker than his thumb.

"You mean Daddy's got a teeny weeny too?" asked Cindy. "How do you guys, you know, . . ."

"I learned a long time ago that the only way your Father could satisfy me was for him to wear a strap on rubber dick. His little cock just isn't big enough to do much. Looking at your brother, it looks like castration might be the best thing for him. As long as he has his balls, he's in for a life of frustration and rejection," stated Sara, matter-of-factly.

Sara handed the burdizzo to Cindy and asked her to wash it off in the sink. Sara told Peter to bend over the table and spread his legs. After drying off the clamp Cindy brought it over and gave it to her Mother.

"It's kind of weird knowing that Peter won't be a real man after you clamp him," Sara said to her Mom. "Can I help?"

"These are your brother's nuts. Ask him if he minds if you help castrate him," Sara answered as she inspected the burdizzo.

"Peter, may I take one of your nuts, please?"

Peter looked back at his Mother and his Sister and said, "Sure, I want both of you to enjoy this."

Sara began feeling for the cords in Peter's scrotum.

"Which one should we do first?" Sara asked her daughter.

Cindy replied, "Peter is always saying he'd give his left nut for this or that so I say do the left one first."

Sara placed the jaws of the burdizzo over the cords of his left nut and asked, "Peter, I do believe that this is the best thing for you, but I won't do it unless you're sure this is what you want. Once it is done, there is no going back. Your sex life ends here, today, at the hands of your Mother and your Sister. What do you say?"

Peter was silent for a moment, then said, "Mom, I'm a virgin. I've never even touched a girl because I know that she wouldn't want me. All I do is jack off all the time. Yes, this is what I want. Please do it."

"Ok. Brace yourself," Sara said and closed the handles of the clamp very fast.

Peter yelped in pain and began moaning loudly as his Mother counted to thirty. After she removed the clamp, she handed it to Cindy and asked, "Are you sure you can do this?"

Cindy kind of laughed and said, "Shouldn't be any harder than a calf."

Cindy had castrated quite a few calves and knew how to work the tool. Cindy felt her Brothers balls and noticed that the left one was rolling around free in his scrotum. She found the cord to the right nut and placed the jaws of the tool on it. Looking at her brother she said, "Peter I love you, but I've wanted to do this to you for so long. Thank you for letting me castrate you!"

With that Cindy tried to close the handles of the clamp too fast and one of the handles slipped in her hand. Sara told her it was ok and to move the clamp up a little and start over.

Peter screamed and began to cry because the pain was much worse this time. After she was done, they both helped Peter to bed and held him as he cried himself to sleep.

John got home the next day and asked why Peter was walking funny. All four of them sat down and Sara and Cindy explained what they had done.

At first John was very angry but he began to calm down as Peter told his story. After Peter finished telling all the details of his castration, everyone could see a small bulge in John's pants.

Placing her left hand on her Father's shoulder Cindy said, "Daddy, it was such a thrill nutting my brother yesterday. I'll remember that moment for the rest of my life. Daddy, I can see that this is making you excited. Daddy, would you like us to castrate you too?"

John didn't know what to say. He looked at Sara and saw that she was nodding her head.

"Peter had the same problem as you, John. Yes, I told them everything," Sara said as John looked at his children.

John turned red in embarrassment as he realized his lifelong secret was now known by all of his family. After a moment Sara said to her husband, "John, this would help you too. You want sex all the time, but you aren't able to please me with such a small penis. Castration would help you control your urges and we'd get along much better."

The room was quiet for a minute as John thought about what had been said. Finally he turned to Sara and said it sounded like a good plan.

"I love you, Sara, and would do anything to make you happy. Yes, I want you to castrate me."

Sara and Cindy both smiled at each other.

"I'll be right back," Cindy said as she ran out of the back door to the barn to get the burdizzo.

Sara had John get undressed and had him lay face down on the kitchen table the same way Peter had done yesterday. In a minute Cindy returned with the clamp and handed it to her Mother.

Sara told her, "You do the first one and then I'll finish him off."

Cindy walked up behind her Father and began feeling for his cords. Finding the cord to his left nut she placed the jaws of the tool carefully and said, "Daddy, this is so exciting. Castrating the man who sired me! Are you sure that you want us to do this, Daddy?"

John looked at his wife and saw that she had a very happy look on her face. He looked back towards his daughter and said, "Yes, Cindy. Take my manhood."

Cindy closed the handles of the burdizzo quickly and started to count to thirty. John was moaning loudly and let out a sigh of relief when she removed the tool.

"Thank you, Daddy," Cindy said softly and handed the clamp to her Mother.

Sara found the cord to his right nut and placed the tool. "I love you very much, John. I wish we'd done this years ago." Sara squeezed the handles together and started her count. John was crying and moaning as he had had all the pain he could stand in one day. Sara and Cindy helped John to bed and held him until he felt better.

"Wow!" said John. "I had fantasized about both of you doing this to me, but I had no idea it would be so exciting. But, we've still got one more issue to deal with. Sara, you've never liked me being uncircumcised …"

Sunday, April 19, 2015

May Madness

So for the next couple of weeks I will be posting other people's stories which I have pulled out of my physical pile, and which I have typed up. All the stories represent my favorite stories and favorite BB authors, and most come from the EuA. These stories are, in a sense, my literary past, since even today I pull from them for inspiration. I hope you enjoy them all.


Friday, April 3, 2015


This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 68 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 character looks like.

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

Hope that's helpful.



(F/MMMmm) Being Rich - NEW

Well, I *almost made last month's deadline. So here's a little something I've had in my pile for a while. I finally decided to finish it last month. Enjoy!

ps. Spanish Fly is a real substance. Check it out!
Being Rich

Silvia looked over at her sunning boyfriend, Troy. His toned body, his smooth tan skin, his handsome face, and his close-cropped blond hair. Yup, he was pleasant to look at, but so dumb. The big lug couldn’t think through ordering a latte, let alone doing any normal life task, like doing his taxes. But Silvia wasn’t in a relationship with him because of his scintillating personality. She let him hang around her mansion because of his sculpted body and his massive assets. Her eyes traveled down to his bikini thong. It was bulging so much his cock and balls seemed ready to pop out at any moment.
The two of them were sunning themselves by the pool, a pool which was being attended by their pool boy, Guillermo, who also had a ripped body and a Speedo and a massive bulge. And not too far away was Alex, the gardener. He was wearing jeans, but naked from the waist up, and was sporting a sweat-soaked bulge of muscles and a six pack ab.
In short, Silvia was surrounded by hot, hung guys, and she felt it was about time she did something about it. Just yesterday she’d been reading her monthly rich-women’s magazine, Rich Bitches, and there had been an in-depth article about the relationship between orgasms and men getting their balls pasted. The author said that there was scientific evidence that kicking, hitting or otherwise injuring a guy’s plums gave guaranteed orgasms and preorgasms to women of all ages, and that full testicular destruction made women have multiple orgasms right on the spot. Well, if there was one thing Silvia was down for, it was multiple orgasms. Troy could usually only manage one on most nights, if that, and despite his hunkiness was bad at tonguing her. Well, all that was about to change.
She leaned over, “Troy, dear, would go round up Guillermo and Alex and bring them over here? I want to try something out.”
“OK,” he said, blinking into the bright Florida sunlight, and then toddled off to collect his two fellow males. Soon the three of them were standing at attention at the end of her chez longue waiting for instruction.
“Well boys, recently I’ve developed a fascination for testicles. You know, those two little dangling objects that hang between your legs, and that you protect so instinctively. And I’ve decided it’s time to put your manhoods to the test and see how manly each of you are. Alex, it’s in your contract that you get paid for extras to your job, and I’m willing to offer you an extra 20k for the free use of your balls. Guillermo, you’re here illegally and pretty much have to do anything I say, and Troy, well, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you sweety?”
Troy just nodded dumbly. “Sure thing, cupcake.”
“Good. Alex take off your jeans and your shoes, I want you in your underwear. And the two of you, spread out, spread your legs, put your hands on top of your heads and close your eyes.”
Soon all three guys were standing there, cool breezes braiding around their mostly naked bodies, and Silvia, in her white thong and halter top stood behind them. She decided to test Alex first. She took careful aim, backed up a little bit, and then WHAM, kicked his big fat pouch. Alex let out a warbling wail, and sank to his knees in the grass, holding his huevoes. Next was Guillermo, also not the brightest, nor did he understand much English. Silvia savored his ultra tight butt and then SPLAT, scissored her leg right into his Speedo clad bulge, nailing his nuts dead on with the top of her foot and her toes. The muscular teen dropped into the fetal position and lay motionless, making not a sound.
And then, finally, there was Troy, who didn’t seem to realize what was in store for him. Silvia back up QUITE a ways, so that she could get a running start, and punted his cahones from behind. The sound was a solid THOCK. It knocked poor Troy on his stomach, and he just lay there, writhing and squirming, and making weird mewling noises. All three males seemed completely incapacitated by what Silvia’s pretty, pedicured little foot could do to them, and although her pussy tingled, for sure, it was a far cry from the promised orgasms. This simply wouldn’t do. Leaving the males to fend for themselves, Silvia walked inside, found the magazine, and called the info line, a 1-800 number. A woman with a Hindu accent answered.
“Yes, I’d like to get in touch with the author of one of your articles, printed in this month’s edition. A Ms. Hillary Duff.”
“One moment please.” Several seconds elapsed. “That number is, do you have a pen? That number is 1-756-984-8463. Can I help you with anything else?”
“No thank you. Thank you, good bye.”
“Have a nice day.”
Silvia turned the phone off, then back on, and immediately called the number. It rang a few times and then a woman with a well-manicured accent answered it.
“Hi, is this Ms. Duff?”
“It is.”
“Hi, my name Silvia Carnegie, and I’m one of the subscribers to Rich Bitches and I was so in love with one of your articles that I decided to try it out on my own males. But they don’t seem to be able to take more than one kick to the nuts before not getting back up again. I can see all three of them out there on the lawn. They’re still holding their pathetic little balls like nothing else in the world matters. How am I going to get my orgasms out of that?”
“Mrs. Carnegie, you have nothing to fear. I did lots of research in preparation for that article, and there is a simple and elegant solution. Have you ever heard of Spanish Fly?”
“It is an extract from the secretions of a certain insect and has been used for literally centuries to induce inflammation in the vagina and erections in the penis. Now, in large doses it is fatal, but in small doses it produces a swelling and an itching and an inflammation of genital tissue. But in modern times, science has discovered a way for it to do so much more. There is a company in Brazil which has developed a derivative compound which actually makes the insides of men’s testicles itch and throb and become irritated. It causes men to actually want and need to have their balls busted to relieve the itching. And when combined with a variant of Viagra, it makes them horny as hell. Now, I’ll give you their number and you can have several doses flown to you overnight. They have three products, and suggest you get some of each of them. The first, the least concentrated, makes them want to be kicked and hit in the balls. The second is more intense and they end up asking for you to put needles in their nuts to alleviate the sensation, and the third product is so concentrated that they’ll ultimately beg for you to totally pop their balls and cut them from their bodies. It’s literally that intense of an itching/burning sensation. Trust me, your men will be begging for you to paste their livelihood.”
“That sounds great! What’s the number, I want to order some right now!”
Silvia called the number and ordered a month’s supply of everything they had to offer, and then called up a hot carpenter guy she new to come over and do a quick retrofit of one of the downstairs rooms of the mansion. She wanted chains and hooks and exam tables and gyno chairs installed so that she could properly secure her men. Then she called up a medical supply place and ordered a bunch of needles, in all sizes and thicknesses. And then she called up a friend of hers who always had the pharmaceuticals a person needed, and had him send her some GHB. She wanted to ultimately have lots of guys submit their nuts to her, and if they didn’t remember it happening she could never be culpable. Ah, it was great being rich and having connections. Consequences were for the little people.
Within a week everything was done and had arrived. The Spanish Fly/Viagra distillates came in small, clear pouches and were odorless and tasteless. The carpenter and his son, both sexy American guys, she invited to undress and enjoy the pool before going home. Troy was taking a swim, Guillermo was fixing a pool pump and Alex, the gardener was trimming some bushes. Silvia got out five ice cold beer mugs, put a GHB in the bottom of each glass, squeezed a healthy dose of the Spanish Fly good in each (two of the mild strength, two of the medium strength, and one of the terminal strength), and then filled the rest with ice cold beer. Artisan beer of course. She had all of Hourglass Brewery’s beers on tap. Only the best for her men! She waited a few minutes for the GHB tabs to dissolve, then brought them out to the cabaƱa.
“Boys! Come and get it!”
Soon she was surrounded by all five guys, and they chugged down their beers with gluttonous abandon. Silvia had forgotten to ask how long these chemicals would take to work, but she hoped quickly. The guys wandered back to what they were doing, but all ready she noticed that some of them were scratching their crotches. She waited a few minutes, then she noticed that Troy was holding himself and talking to one of the work men.
“Wow, my balls sort of itch, and I’m getting a woody.”
“Yeah, me too. Wow. What a weird sensation.”
“Dad,” Said his teenage son, “My balls ache.”
“So do mine son, don’t know why.”
Guillermo had stopped working on the pool pump and it looked like he was squeezing himself between the legs, and the gardener was just sort of holding himself, kneeling, as if he’d been weeding and then stopped suddenly.
“Guys,” said Silvia solicitously, “why don’t you all come inside and undress and we’ll see what’s going on with you.” For some reason the request sounded completely reasonable to all these macho guys, and they all headed for the new sex dungeon. Inside, Silvia helped them all undress until she was surrounded by six hot, sexy guys, their naked balls twisting in their sacks and their thick cocks twitching in their hands.
She went over to the carpenter. “It feels like my nut’s been stung by a fire ant.” He said plaintively.
“Here, let me help.” She plucked on testicle from him and began to squeeze it, at first lightly, but then harder and harder. “Does that feel better?”
“Yeah, oh yeah. Oh, that feels great.” Silvia squeezed his bollock firmly and found it large and springy. Outwardly it showed no sign of being damaged, but from the look on his face she knew the Spanish Fly was doing its thing. “Here what if it hit it?” She squeezed his two balls together by wrapping her hand around their sack, and then began to punch the organs. “OH YEAH, OH YEAH. God damn my balls. MY BALLS.” Said the carpenter. “Me too,” said his handsome teenage some. “Come bust mine, FUCK they itch, and damn it’s making me leak precum.” All the men in the room were standing with their balls outstretch waiting for Silvia to scratch their itch.
“Well,” she said, “If I’m going to have to take drastic measures, I’d better string you all up so I can effectively work on each of you.” All the men seemed eager to have their balls worked over so some she chained to the floor and ceiling, while others she strapped down to the gyno chairs. Secretly she knew that the carpenter and his son had been given the more concentrated version and would soon be begging her to destroy the insides of their balls with needles, but she wanted to make them wait for it, so she started on Troy and Guillermo first.
She stood in front of her lame-brain boy friend, and watched him writhe in his restraints, trying to reach his own balls so he could bust them.
“Do you want me to splatter your balls, Troy? Tell me you do.”
“Oh FUCK yeah, kick my nuts PLEASE. Hurry, they itch so bad.” The chains held his muscular legs open, and his head was lolling from side to side. His fat prick was waggling back and forth as he writhed – the itching in his balls was making him as horny as hell.
Since the men were all too wrapped up in the sensations in their balls, and all of them had their eyes closed and were moaning, Silvia slipped off her bikini and had started to finger her perfectly shaved hooch. She had a perfect body, nice ripe breasts, smooth tanned skin, a flat stomach and a nice ass, and she knew how to use them. Right now though, she was going to use her legs and knees to give these men a little “relief”.
Troy’s legs were split and clamped to the floor, so she had a perfect shot. She stood in front of him, and while fingering herself began a methodically kicking to his testicles. WHAM WHAM WHAM. “Fuck yeah Silvia! Paste my nuts,” Troy screamed. WHAM WHAM WHAM. The tortured balls were beginning to swell, his sack was turning a bright red, and his dick had a line of prejack dribbling from its slit. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Troy gurgled in the back of his throat. It hurt so bad but he’d endure anything to scratch the itch in the middle of his gonads. Silvia kept kicking the dangling orbs, and she could feel the fire in her own snatch begin to burn. Her fingers were getting slick and slippery and her juices were flowing. After about six minutes of unrelenting brutal busting of Troy’s balls, the 23 year old blond sort of collapsed on himself and went limp in his restraints. Silvia had made him pass out from a combination of pain and relief. What a wimp. So, she moved on to Guillermo.
The young teen, with his tan skin and hard muscles just looked tortured as his balls twisted inside their sack, oh dear Holy Mother they itched so bad. The young Catholic was mumbling Hail Mary’s in Spanish when Silvia gently caressed his thick erect cock and began to squeeze his ghoolies. Silvia really dug her thumbs into his balls, they were springy and tough, but his heavy breathing showed that he really did need her to hurt him. Hurt his manhood. Hurt his life essence.
“Mas duro” he whimpered over and over. And Silvia complied. Her fingers turned white from squeezing his nuts, his big fat Spanish nuts. Fat ball meat oozed out between her hands and the poor boy began to cry. “Mas duro” he sobbed over and over again. “Mis bolas, mis bolas,” he pleaded with his mistress whose pool he kept clean. Silvia stopped squeezing and grasped his whole package with one hand, making it taut. Then with her other hand she began to punch his massive latino cock and balls. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Her punching hand was getting covered with the sticky white fluid leaking from his dick and his fat nuts were only getting fatter. Silvia marveled at how dynamic male genitalia was. It had so many dimensions – pain, pleasure, semen, erections, orbs, bags, tubes. The list was endless. And her own genitalia was starting to making shooting arcs of pleasure in her own body. Like waves on the ocean her orgasm had started. Just from punching a teenager’s balls. The waves built up in her groin, and then flash flooded her entire body. She was so aroused that small amounts of milk began to flow from her breasts and she put one up to Guillermo’s mouth so he could suckle on it. And suckle it he did. Her breasts were so big and perfectly shaped, how could any red blooded male not want to swallow them whole? He licked and sucked on her pert pink nipple – anything to distract from the burning sensation in his balls. His nose nuzzled the fleshy orb of her right tit, and he groaned. Silvia really began to punch the ball bag hard now. She wanted to see his balls swell, and swell they did.
Larger and larger the teenager’s nuts got until they were quite tight in their sack. She then let the sack drop back down between his legs and began to kick the things. Guillermo began to scream in Spanish, a sort of odd wailing gibberish and with enough kicks his dick spurted out cum and he passed out too. The cum went all over the white carpet, lying in a pool of white on white, a sticky mess and Guillermo’s whole scrotum was as big as a grapefruit, red and shiny and swollen. Silvia found herself breathing heavily. She had experienced now three massive orgasms, the echo’s of which were still rippling through her small body, but she knew that, unlike a man, she could have many, many more before becoming too tired. It was now time to do something about Alex. She had given him the most intense dosage of the Spanish Fly, just to see if he really would beg her to crush his balls, and she discovered, in the end, that he really did.
Alex was slightly hairy, with massive arms, pecs and six pack abs. He was merely a gardener, true, but one who loved to work out at the gym and keep fit and healthy. He ran seven miles a day, and was ripped as hell. And his package? Enormous. His cock was a good nine inches hard, and his balls as big as lemons. And unlike a lot of guy’s with big cocks, his wasn’t weirdly shaped. It was perfect. It stuck straight up, had a nice thickness the whole of its length, was perfectly straight and smooth, with a nice big fat pink helmet head at the end. The rigid thing was dancing in air as Alex moaned. The itching in his nuts was like being stung by a gigantic bee, where its five inch stinger had pierced directly into the heart of his ball and injected venom. Venom that made him only want to have his balls pasted. And so Silvia did. She pressed her whole naked, nubile body against his and started to knee his nuts as hard as she could. And she whispered into his ear, “Do you like that Alex? Do you want me to burst your balls?”
He moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah. Crush my nuts, Ms. Carnegie. Harder, HARDER. PLEASE!!!!” Silvia complied, her bone-hard knee cap pummeling his nuts into mush. She could feel his fat testicles slide around in their sack, trying to escape their torture, but her knee fit perfectly between his legs and left them nowhere else to go. Silvia jabbed his big fat balls as hard as she could but she decided she wanted some sexual relief from a real dick and not just her fingers. So she stopped kneeing him, and with one hand she guided his bobbing penis into her while the other hand began to squeezed and grate his rocks together. Alex screamed for her to pop his balls even as his hips began to buck his penis into her vagina. “I can’t stand it, SHIT! POP MY BALLS.” Silvia wasn’t even sure he was fully aware that he was inside her. It was hard to tell what he was aware of. Sweat poured off both their bodies, him from agony and her from pleasure. His fat cock filled up her void and she rode him like a virile young pony but her hands were down in his groin squeezing his balls. And as she fucked him she felt one testicle begin to split its seams. She had actually managed to crush one of his balls! She orgasmed from the realization, Her whole body shuddered and Alex’s dick spurted cum into her snatch, and he let out one long, loud moan as the itching in his destroyed nut actually began to lessen as its contents leaked into his ball bag. But of course, Silvia kept squeezing both balls. She squished around his nuts and felt his erection inside her throb. He was still hard. Maybe she could get a second orgasm out of him, and maybe one for herself. He still had one whole ball after all! She kept up the fucking while she now used both hands on his still intact left testicle. He was moaning and sweating, and she could smell his armpits, that wonderful masculine scent from male blue collar workers. Alex was such a man’s man. Silvia pressed both fingers into his last ball. Further and further and further. Ball meat warped and bulged. Silvia again whispered into his ear, “I’m about to take your manhood Alex, tell me how much you want me to take it.”
A single tear slid down his cheek and he moaned, eye’s closed. “Yes, fuck YES take my balls from me. Make it stop. ANYTHING!!!” then he whimpered. “Crush my balls,” he whispered. “OK” replied Silvia. With all of her strength she squeezed his last testicle and felt it pop between her hands. POP. It just gave way and became mush between her fingers. His dick dumped another load of sperm into her gaping hole and she had another intense orgasm that rocked her body.  SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. Amazingly he was STILL HARD. So she continued to fuck him and smush his soggy testicles around in their bag. This went on until a miraculous final orgasm came from Alex. He spurt the last seed of his life into his employer, and that last seed sent Silvia into paroxysms of pleasure. It made her feel so powerful to know that she had extracted the final bit of seed from a male, a male that she had herself emasculated. Alex passed out and went limp, just like the other two men she’d used up before him. His fat dick deflated and Silvia disengaged from him. Silvia slid her hands across her own body. She was so sexually charged that her quinny felt like liquid lightning. She looked down at the three men hanging in their chains, two with bloated ballbags and one with a destroyed bag of marbles. All that was left now was the carpenter and his son. This would be more contemplative torture. Quiet and more visual.
She went over to the carpenter, whose name was Bill, and she caressed his body. “Do you need some relief Bill?” She asked.
“Oh god yess, Ms. Carnegie. My balls ache somethin’ fierce. Help my son too, please.” He sounded desperate.
“Ok, then,” was all Silvia said. She rolled her little trolley of needles over to him and sat down between his legs. She unwrapped a fat spinal tap needle, reached between his legs to grasp his right testicle and carefully slid the needle into his ball, from top to bottom. She felt the beginnings of a new round of orgasms. It was amazing to see the fat needle smoothly slip into his testicle.
“Does that feel better?” she asked.
“DAMN my balls itch. Wiggle it around, PLEASE!”
“OK.” Silvia carefully began to rotate and move the fat needle inside his ball. It began to destroy and liquidize the innards of his nut. All that orange paste that created sperm cells. She waggled and wiggled the needle. Then she got another one, and slid into his ball, this time sidways. Then another and another. In totally she put twleve fat needles into his fat ball. Then she picked up some even longer needles and put them through his left testicle. She twirled them and made them ruin his manhood from the inside out. All Bill did was moan and pull at his restraints. “Oh FUCK my balls. They hurt so bad. JESUS!”
“How about I add some electricity, Bill? Maybe that will help.” Silvia had a special battery used for CBT and ball busting, and she took its contacts and touched them to the needles embedded in his balls. Energy arched between his two nuts and began to fry them. Bill screamed. Thank goodness her mansion and compound were miles from anyone else.
She kept the electricity up until his balls started to swell as they were cooked from the inside out. She watched the testicles expand and expand as they tried to release their internal moisture as steam. Bigger and bigger they got and louder and louder Bill screamed until both his testicles exploded in their sack with a loud double CRACK. She had cooked his balls completely. Indeed the metal needles still in his nuts had melted from the heat and electrical contact. And Silvia? She had two massive orgasms in a row. Destorying men’s manhood’s was the most intense, exciting sexual thing she’d ever done in her life. And . . . it seemed to be addictive. She had one more set of balls to torture. What should she do? Bill had passed out without orgasming himself, and so she moved her chair to be between his son’s legs.
“What’s your name, boy?” asked Silvia
“Kyle mamm. Are you going to help me. My nuts ache so much.” Kyle had a boyish body, slightly muscular, and a pleasant hard dick and two medium sized gonads, in a thin pink sack.
“Do you want me to stab your balls, Kyle? Do you?”
“Oh yes please. Take them out of their sack and stab them, PLEASE, anything!” This Spanish Fly stuff must really irritate, thought Silvia to herself. She picked up a scalpel and cut a small slit in his scrotum. Then she grasped his ballbag and squeezed. With some effort she was able to pop out both his balls, and they hung there, naked, between his legs. Then she got out her thinnest, sharpest ice-pick and began to stab at his hanging orbs. Stab, stab, stab. She was making a mess of his proud young balls. Bits of ball meat were flying here and there, and Silvia felt like some vicious Hollywood femme fatal in a film noire. Sometimes she hit the back of his balls and their delicate tubes, and Kyle would scream at that. After a while his testicles were just a dripping mess of sperm, and Silvia had her final orgasm as she looked at the pathetic remains of this young man. She brought the pick up to her lips and licked off his raw sperm. Mmmmm. Delicious. Kyle was just moaning and only half conscious with his half hard dick dribbling semen onto his stomach.
Silvia left the room of ruined men and went to and took a shower. Then she called her family doctor to come and fix them up. She knew that the date-rape drugs she’d given them would wipe away any memory of what happened, and once she ruined Guillermo and Troy she could get herself a new batch of men to nut. Ah, it was so good to be rich!