Taylor's Diary (F/m) - repost

Taylor’s Diary

 

March 23

So this morning, mom and I are in the garden, cuz she has to plant these begonia’s or bougainvillea or some such crap, and I’m standing right behind her, right? But she doesn’t realize I’m so close, and she asks for the shovel. She turns around and knocks the handle right into my crotch. I mean WHAM. The wooden handle right into my two testes. I dropped and cough for a while. She didn’t say much, but just seemed to smirk. She always was a badass sassy-girl. Felt OK after a few minutes. Boy, sure hope that doesn’t happen again.

April 6

So get this, I’m laying on the couch, half asleep, listening to Colbert Report, and mom comes home from the store. I sorta heard her come in, sorta didn’t. She drops a two gallon bottle of water right into my nuts!!!! And then fucking walks away. I thought I was gonna puke. She seemed to think it was funny. Hope this doesn’t become routine.

April 12

So get this shit, I’m asleep in bed, and mom comes in, it’s like, 9 in the morning, and she starts yelling at me for not cleaning up the sink last night from the pizza party. She pushes away my covers and nails me HARD, right in the balls. I’m only wearing my fucking jockies, and she planted that fist of hers POW righ into my package. Then, she DID IT AGAIN. She was fucking pissed, and so was I. I think I yelled out, “Shit mom!” But she just smiled and said, “Next time you’ll remember to clean up your messes. You’re 17 now. Time to grow up!” I think I stayed on my bed for an hour, just holding my nuts. Jeezus that hurts.

May 1

This is getting bad. Mom brought home some girl friend of hers, from work yesterday. I wasn’t doing nothing wrong. I was in my room, and came down stairs to get a Coke. So what if I’m only wearing underwear? Bitches know what junk looks like, right? This morning I come down to breakfast, and there’s mom blocking the door to the kitchen. I think her hands were on her hips. She just looked me up and down, and then WHAM, she KICKED MY FUCKING NUTS. TWICE! I mean she punted me like a fucking quarterback. As hard as she could. My eggs went flat, I swear. “That is what happens to little boys who forget to dress when company is around. This isn’t a nudist colony.” It’s BS. Complete BS. I should go naked from now on, see how she likes THAT.

 

May 8

This is getting kinda scarry, like . . . she’s addicted to hurting me, or something. I took a shower, left the door open. I’m toweling with one leg up and I don’t know how she did it, but she came in without me hearing. She kicked my mother fucking balls again. Not just once, but four times. My soft balls didn’t stand a chance. Oh god, it hurt so fucking much. “Mom, stop doing that.” I think I was trying to protect myself and puke at the same time. But she just laughed. “Men are always so vulnerable.”

May 9

So if this isn’t the most jacked up shit ever. Tonight mom said we have to have a “talk”. She sits me down and tells me how she actually enjoys kicking us where we live. She says she busted dad all the time, and eventually emasculated him. She described in detail how on their 10^th anniversary she tied up dad’s left ball and then just kicked it until it exploded. She fuckin’ exploded dad’s fucking ball, and he was totally OK with it. Then she asked me to ask her how she nutted dad’s other ball. I just staired at her. She got really excited and said she stuck it in a vice and turned the handle until the thing squished. She closed her eyes and told me how she had her hand around the ball so that she could feel the thing pop from the pressure. She said dad actually bought the vice just for the occasion and presented it to her as a gift. MOTHER FUCKING SHIT. Then she tells me that she wants to bust my balls, and that if I don’t agree, she’s going to write me out of dad’s fortune and I’ll be homeless. “It’s your balls or the money, sweety. You want your mommy to be happy, don’t you?” She was fucking rubbing her snatch, I swear to god. She’s given me a week to think it over. What now?

May 16

Our second talk. She says, “Just think, Taylor, you won’t have to work for the rest of your life. Just give me that stuff between your legs.” I’m like, “Shit, mom, won’t that hurt?” And she’s like, “We’ll build you up to it. The more busted you get, the stronger your balls will be. Like training a dog. Or working out at a gym” And guys, fuck it, I said, “OK”. I didn’t want to, but damn it, dad made a fortune before he died, and she says she’ll give it all to me when she nuts me. She’s got a great job anyways, and doesn’t need it. Just my nuts, apparently.

May 21

So now she wants me to be in my underwear all the time, and I have to offer my crotch to her when she gets home from work, like a fucking dog, just kneel there in the hall, hear her walk up, open the door, then she puts down her stuff, stares at my bulge for a while and then kicks it. Hard. I cant’ hardly stop myself from covering up, but she says I’ll get better at that. Like that’s good news. Srsly?

May 23

Now she says I can’t masturbate any more, and she’s bought a chastity belt I have to wear at night, and whenever she’s not at home. She’s started doing hour long sessions of punching, squeezing and kicking me between the legs. I know she’d do longer, but she runs off to the bedroom after a while, and I hear the buzzing sound of her vibrator. She’s really getting off on my pain. I hope my balls can hold up; the left one’s already getting sort of soft and squishy.

June 10

Dudes, my nuts ache all the time now. I can’t sleep, I’m so fucking horny. I think they’re starting to swell, but as they do I can’t feel the kicks as much. Maybe she’s right. Yesterday she invited aunt Teresa and cousin Amy over. Never mind the embarrassment of being naked in front of my family. They had no problem making me strip and ask them to kick me. They wanted me to fucking BEG them to do it. They tied me standing to mom’s bedposts and then kicked me between the legs until I cried. Oh Jesus it hurt so much. My poor fucking spuds kicked over and over and over. They didn’t care. They laughed and rubbed themselves. Amy took my ball bag in her hand and grated my rocks together, saying she wish she could do this all the time. Aunt Teresa grabbed just my left nut and dug her long fingernails into it, like she wanted to pop it right then and there. I still have the dents in my ball from it. My fucking aunt tried to spear my balls with her goddamn fingernails!!!!!

June 19

Mom’s brought home some new toys. She bought some needles used for torturing people, and tied me to the chair each night so she could stab my balls with them. She say’s they’re hers to do with now, as she pleases, and since she’s going to take them from me anyways, why shouldn’t she? You guys just imagine seeing these fucking needles go right through your testicle? I mean, it’s like Hitler or something. And she twisted and twirled those fucking needles. I threw up twice. It was like getting kicked between the legs, only worse.

June 21

Now she’s added my cock to the rotation. She takes off the cockblocker, as I call it, and tells me to jack until I’m hard, then she does things. She bent my cock in half. Another time she impaled it with those goddamn needles. Last night she lit a dozen cigarettes, one after another, and burned my cock with them. I mean it sizzled. My dong was on fire, and I should go to the hospital, I swear.

July 1

So I heard from Brittney last week. My sometimes on again, off again GF. She says mom told her all about the plans to castrate me and she couldn’t imagine a better way for them to go. She “always said” I was a pathetic looser, and didn’t deserve a woman anyway. I had counted on her to be there for me, but nope. She told my mom to video tape the whole thing so she could get off to it with her new boyfriend. I’m broken. They broke me, guys. No one wants my sex. They just want my privates. So what-the-hell. They can have them. I don’t even have to be asked to present myself anymore. I just spread’em and wait for nut busting goodness to fly. They can have them. Today it was mom and two friends from work. I just lay on the floor and let them kick me in the nuts as hard as they could. I don’t care anymore. Take them. I’m never gonna cum again with this contraption on me anyways. What do I need genitals for??

July 14

Mom’s birthday is two weeks away. She says she wants to crush my balls then. She told me that she if I let her take my cock too, she’ll give me Ferrari. I asked what she wanted it for? She said to match my father’s. She showed it to me. Fully erect, plated in 24 carat gold. I think she diddles herself with it. Now, she’ll have two, I guess. What am I gonna do with a dick without my balls anyways? She was so happy [read horney] when I said “sure” that she made me get on all fours and then kicked me like I was some kind of dog with rabies. I felt her fucking toes INSIDE my balls, that’s how hard she was kicking them. She’s started yelling and screaming and shit when she busts me. I think she’s forgotten I’m even there. All she cares about are my balls.

July 17

The abuse has gotten constant. She nails me in the balls to wake me up, she knees them at night so I won’t have wet dreams. She’s taken a two week leave so she and my nuts can be at home together before she ruptures them. She’s taken to squeezing them like she’s, I dunno, measuring how much pressure they can take. I’m dying inside, but I guess I don’t have any choice, it’s a done deal. She gets my nuts, and I get dad’s money. She gets my cock, and I get a car that I’ll never pick up chicks in. Life’s shit, sometimes. At least she’s happy though; typical woman.

July 20

Now she’s added weights to my balls so I can stand around with my ball sack hanging halfway to my knees. She says she wants to see how far they’ll stretch. It’s even worse when she flicks my nuts as they hang there. And she flicks my cords as well. I just follow her around the house, her sex slave, her one hand down her pants, the other slapping my danglers. My big, fat, bloated danglers. My balls so fat that I call them obese now. Red, loose and bulging.

July 24

This afternoon, while I was on all fours getting my eggs cracked, mom tells me she’s going to eat my balls when she’s done with them. She’s going to “scramble my eggs” and then make me watch her eat them. I started crying, but she just laughed at me. “Poor little males. Taylor, they’re just small, little organs. Cats and dogs get spayed all the time. You won’t even notice they’re gone.” She’s started buying weird ingredients, and I saw some frozen cow balls in the freezer, so I think I’m going to have get used to seeing her eat male parts as part of her desensitization program for me. I think she does it to get off.

 

July 27

It’s the morning before the big day. My balls are going to be her brunch tomorrow. She’s invited all of her gal pals and my aunt and cousin over for a big ball busting party. I’m gonna be tied up like a piñata from these eyehooks she installed. My hands and my legs are going to be tied to the ceiling, and my balls are just going to hang there, at eye level, perfect for punching. They’re hanging low, now thanks to the weights. She spent yesterday making up all these games for the women to play where punching my balls or yanking my dick were involved. She says someone will get a prize if they can yank my dick out by it’s roots. I’m gonna take it like a man, though. Like dad did. I still can’t believe he let her, LIKED her beating his boys all the time, but she says that when he offered all that he had to her on their wedding day, that he especially meant his balls and prick. Mom says they went to ball busting swinger orgies, where all the women traded their “men-folk” and pasted them where they lived. She said it was nice to have a fresh pair of nuts to play with. The old ones were cozy, even comforting, but having some new, random male at her mercy was intoxicating. She says my junk is a lot like her brother, my uncle, Mike’s, and no surprise, she busted him too. Well. I’m off to shave and prune for the chicketta’s.

June 28

I’m writing this as a last testament to my manhood. Mom’s prepping things right now. She’s told me what going to happen. Let me paint the picture: I’ll take a shower, stay naked, wrap my nuts and dick up tight with some string and come downstairs. She’s going to take my dick first. I’ll get it hard for her and she’ll take these special clippers she showed me, and *snip. Off comes my cock. It’s supposed to stay hard so it can be dipped and made a dildo. Then I’m supposed to kneel on the floor and beg her to kick my left ball until it explodes. With all the practice she’s had, I wager she’ll get in about six or seven kicks before this happens. You know, my ball will just turn to mush under her toe-punts, and then for my right nut, she wants to look into my eyes as she squeezes the life out of it. She’s going to see me see her pulp my ball with both hands, and we’ll know it happens at the same time. Then I’m supposed to thank her and she’ll thank me. She says she wants to remember the burstings for the rest of her life, that I’m such a good son.  

To my guys:

Bye guys. I’m tying up my balls now. I wonder if it will pinch a lot as she’s crushing them? Well, I’m gonna find out. Having my balls has been swell. I’m gonna miss jacking off. I was always sorta a virtuoso at it. Bitch won’t even let me have one last wank. Oh well. Maybe she’ll take out of my cock once in a while so I can see it. She’s going to put it in the upper drawer of her dresser, lying there, right beside my father’s. But that’s the circle of life, or whatever, and the rest, they say, is brunch . . .

Luv Taylor

 

 

The Plan (f/m) - repost

 

The Plan

 

Chris looked at her from the top of the stairs. She was perfect. Perfect for his plan, that is. His sister’s best friend. She was gorgeous, naive, just old enough, and in the middle of her budding sexuality. The sixteen year old boy descended the stairs confidently.

 

While she was watching the shopping network and swooning over a Cubic Zirconium ring big enough to live in, he walked up to the lounge chair and stood there, just watching. She was sitting on the couch, enjoying her imaginary buying spree, and didn’t notice Chris until he cleared his throat. She startled a bit, then smiled politely at him and turned back to the two women nattering on about an investment of a lifetime.

 

“Sarah.” Chris wanted her too look at him. She did. She quickly assessed his lanky black hair, his dark eyes, his smoky glance, and wondered what he wanted.

 

“What?” she said.

 

Chris didn’t hesitate. “I have something to show you.”

 

“What?” she said again.

 

She couldn’t see below his waist since he was behind the chair, off to her left, but his hands disappeared and she heard a zipper drop. Then something that sounded like his pants hitting the floor. Then the older boy lifted himself and suddenly his genitals appeared on the top of the recliner. He rested himself there and watched her eyes lock on his cock and balls. She gasped.

 

“You’ve never seen a naked man before, have you?” He knew she was too young to have had sex-ed, she had no brothers, and her father had died before she had hit puberty. He knew he was right.

 

“Uh. Geeze. What . . . what are those?”

 

“They’re my cock and balls. Wanna touch them?” He gazed slyly at her. He could see the curiosity in her eyes.

 

“I don’t think we, I mean you should be showing me those.” For some reason the whole thing seemed so wrong. She barely knew Emily’s brother, and she certainly hadn’t come over here to see this! Still, there was something hypnotic about what she was looking at. Two fat orbs and a rigid pole-like thing with a pink helmet.

 

“Go on. Come here and touch them. I guarantee you, they’re nothing like anything you’ve felt before. Go on. I won’t tell anyone.” He just stood there, coaxing her.

 

Sarah gulped and she suddenly noticed how warm the room had become. She was flushed, and blushing. But his invitation was exciting too. She slowly got up and inched her way towards the plush leather recliner, almost as if her body was moving of its own accord.

 

“Go on,” he urged her, glad to see he was getting the response he wanted. “They won’t bite.” Sarah giggled nervously, and sank to her knees on the Lazy-boy. She was now eye level with his resting genitals. His cock was pulsing right in front of her face and his nuts were lolling on the warm leather surface. She reached out with a trembling hand and grasped his penis. When she did so, Chris sighed.

 

“That’s right,” he said, enjoying her touch. “Feel it for the first time.” She was gripping the rod quite gently, and could feel its warm hardness. He was right, she’d never felt or seen anything like it before.

 

“What . . what is it?” she asked.

 

“My dick.” His voice was sultry but matter-of-fact at the same time.

 

“What’s it for?”

 

“To give me pleasure.” He took her hand and made her pump it. “It also does something special if you do the right thing.” But her eyes had now dropped to his plump spuds.

 

“And these?” She let go of his cock and poked one of the bubbles with her finger.

 

“Those are my balls. You’ve heard of balls before, haven’t you?”

 

“Sorta. What are they for?”

 

Chris smiled to himself. This was all too easy.

 

“Why, they’re for bursting of course.”

 

“Bursting?”

 

“Yeah. Of course. Every boy has to have a girl crush his nuts before he can become a man. It’s a sort of ‘right of passage’. I was thinking maybe you could do it for me. Today. Right now. Before Emily and mom get home.” He made it sound like an honor, a special prize. He could see her eyebrows knit as she tried to comprehend his offer.

 

“You mean . . what are you talking about? I don’t understand.” She was now hefting his balls with one hand, and pinching the scrotal sack with her other.

 

“I want you to be the one to castrate me. That’s the name of the ritual. Castration. All men want to be castrated. It’s in our genes. It will be fun. You‘ve seen guys get hit in the balls before, right?. In movies.”

 

Sarah looked up at him, and could see the lust in his smoky, alluring gaze. She thought about it, and then nodded. “Yeah, I think so. They fall on the ground and cry. I think. And there’s a crunching sound between their legs. Like a walnut being stepped on.”

 

“Right. And that’s what I want you to do to me. Right now. Every man wants to be nutless and every women wants to nut a man. Didn’t you feel something warm inside when you heard that ‘crunching sound between their legs’?”

 

Sarah furrowed her brow again, then smiled. Seeing a guy get hit between the legs had been funny in a sort of thrilling way, now that he mentioned it.

 

“Come on, it will be fun. I promise you’ll have more pleasure by busting and bursting my balls than watching those rejects on TV try to sell you a George Forman grill.” He pulled his hands away from his junk and pulled her over towards him.

 

“Here, we’ll warm you up to it. I’ll stand here and spread my legs, and you kick my nuts. See? They’re hanging right here for you. You can’t miss them.” He put his hands behind his back. He was standing there, in white socks, a white tee-shirt, and completely naked otherwise. He had a dark, curly bush, a thick, long dick, and two low hanging nuts which swayed slightly. His face was alight with illicit glee, and his eyes burned with anticipation. Chris was a pervert, through and through.

 

“How . . . how should I kick them?” she said haltingly. She’d never so much as slapped someone before; even though there was something sexy about what he was asking, she was unsure of what to do.

 

“Take off your shoes so you can feel my balls squishing. Trust me, you’ll want to. Imagine how powerful you are right now. Imagine that I’m your Roman slave. Ready for your abuse. You’ve thought about having a slave, haven’t you? All girls want man-slaves. Make me yours.”

 

“Uhm. Ok.” She stepped out of her Vans. She looked at her dangling targets. They seemed so vulnerable. “OK.” Now she sounded more confident, like she’d decided. Chris could feel his power over her. She was so malleable. So innocent.

 

“Kick them hard. I need you to make them soft so they’ll pop when it’s time.” He was looking straight into her eyes and she was mesmerized. He was like an incubus , trapping her in his seduction, his riveting persona. She nodded, steeled herself and then slammed her foot as hard as she could right into his naked groin. Electric needles of some unknown pleasure exploded in her, like icy shards of painful ecstasy. It was amazing. Chris hadn’t even moved.

 

“Again, my darling.” His gaze still locked on hers.

 

She slammed them again, and she really could feel the two nuggets squish between her toes. It was sexual magic. She could feel something build in her, but it needed more.

 

She kick them yet again, watching the testicles bounce. Chris closed his eyes and began to groan – a sort of rich throaty groan, proving he was enjoying it too. That “dick” of his was getting even harder, the pink head become purple and the pulsing more pronounced. She felt the urge rising in her. More. MORE!

 

She began to kick him in the groin over and over, faster and faster. The testicles began to swell, get bigger with each impact, and the penis thing began to drip a clear fluid, making little drool marks on her white ruffled socks.

 

‘Ohhhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhh babe, kick those nuts, Oh, it hurts so goooood.” His head was lolling around, and he was leaning into her kicks, his knees bending in willing servitude. This was what he’d wanted for so long. It was horribly thrilling and explosively erotic. Forbidden desires mixing with his deepest, darkest fantasies.

 

Now Sarah was really getting into it. Her own womb was throbbing and pulsing in time with his groans, and the prickly sensation was flashing through her teenage body like fire. This was better than any Cuisinart mixer or collectable Beanie Baby.

 

Without warned Chris reached forward to grab her and pull her close. His body smelled like soft soap and conditioner (obviously he’d taken a shower before coming downstairs). Without a word he gently lifted her knee into his bulging balls and pressed it there, hard. “Knee them,” he whispered into her ears. It was both a request and a command, and she obeyed. She could feel them laying on her knee, and his rigid pole pressed against her thigh. She brought them both up into his groin with a sharp jerk. Then, again. He was pressing himself into her thrusts. Over and over the leg pounded into his naked nuts, and he slammed his bollocks into the unforgiving hardness of her kneecap. His face was inches from hers, and he could smell her scent, like Lilies of the Valley, mixed with some tangy sent he’d never encountered before. Pain and pleasure were arcing in his abdomen – it was now a battle between his swollen cock’s pleasure and an epicenter of nausea in his stomach. More. He needed more.

 

“STOP,” he yelled into her ears. She was startled and stepped back. He wobbled unsteadily, but then took her hands in his and made her grasp each nut. Then he looked into her eyes. “You know what to do now, don’t you? Squeeze them, squeeze them hard.” He smiled evilly. Sarah nodded, and found herself eagerly bearing down on the twin orbs. They were so warm, and alive, and now big enough to fill her whole fist. She squeezed them like they were two ripe plums, Squishing them as if in anger after fighting with someone, Squishing them with single minded determination to pop them completely. But, they were a lot tougher and more dense than a plum. In fact they were exceptionally solid for their size, and she couldn’t do more than make a slight dent in them with her thumbs. ‘This may not be possible,’ she thought. The feeling between her own legs, however, was like molten lava, and she knew she must crush them soon. No other pleasure was this inevitable.

 

Gritting her teeth she gripped his balls as hard as she could, both of them holding their breath, but it wasn’t enough. Man glands were solid, not hollow.

 

“I can’t!” she cried in an explosive exhalation of dismay.

 

Chris pulled her close again. “Of course you can’t,” he whispered so soothingly into her ear. “That’s not how it works. Look on the table.”

 

Sarah’s gaze moved past his shoulder and focused on the dinning table. There was a baseball bat and a pair of handcuffs.

 

“There’s a tradition to castrating men. Women all over the world have done this for thousands of years. You’ll be first of your friends to be able to say you’ve nutted a man. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He hobbled into the garage, one hand clutching the ridiculous agony in his balls. ‘Poor women,’ he thought to himself. ‘They’ll never know this feeling.’ Endorphins flooded his body in giddy waves.

 

While Chris was retrieving a wooden plank from the garage, Sarah began to rub her snatch as she contemplated the two objects on the table. This was amazing. She’d never felt this way before. It was . . . incredible. Overwhelming. Perhaps this was what it meant to be a woman, rather than a girl. She couldn’t wait for the next part.

 

He came back in with a short pine plank, with a hole cut in the middle. He also had some heavy-duty rubber bands. He set them down, and then passed her the hand cuffs.

 

“It’s simple,” he said. “Cuff me. I’ll bend over on the table. You’ll pull my nuts through my legs, push them through the hole, and them rubber band them tight. You can do that, can’t you? I know you can,” He spoke with the honeyed kindness of a parent, gently coaxing his child to do something frightening for the first time. Naturally she didn’t want to seem incompetent or chicken.

 

“Of course,” she said. The pleasure in her pussy was diminishing, and she needed more stimulation.

 

“Good,” he said, smiling again. He let her handcuff him, arms tied tight behind, and laid his chest on the cool wooden surface of the table. He heard her pick up the board. Then he felt her soft, warm hand reach between his legs and pull back his swollen balls. She then forced them through the board. It was tight fit, and she had to twist, yank and squeeze them to get them through. Chris groaned in pleasurable agony. When they finally popped through she snapped on the two bands around them, noticing Chris jerked from his cords being crushed.

 

Chris moaned, then opened his eyes and looked back at her. “Double wrap them. If you don’t, they’ll pop back through.”

 

It was difficult. Sarah gritted her teeth again, but eventually managed to double band the two bollocks. Now they were really swelling, and turning purple. They looked different to her now. She could see that they were not completely spherical, but had some sort of tubing attached to them. Fascinating.

 

Chris, meanwhile, was trying to restrain his giddiness. This was going to be so special. He’d dreamed about it since the first time he jacked off. If only his pawn knew what she was doing. Her ignorance might be her bliss, but it wasn’t his ejaculation – yet. He could feel the sticky wetness of his impossibly hard dick leaking a pool of prejack onto the table. This was going to be the eruption of a lifetime.

 

“Now,” he said soothingly to her, looking up while he talked. “Come get the bat. Stand behind me and hit my balls until they burst. This is the most important part of the ritual. You have to turn them into jelly. You have to hit my balls as many times as it takes. You can tell when they burst because they’ll make a popping sound. Don’t worry. This is what men and women do, and I’ve never been more ready for it. Trust in me. Destroy my balls please, Sarah.” His voice was calm, reassuring, gentle. It was exactly what she needed to hear. She’d never hit someone with a bat, certainly not any boy she knew, and certainly not between the legs. The pressure and heat was building up inside of her again. Bolts of liquid sex were arcing through her torso, stimulating her breasts to swell.

 

Sarah stepped back and tested the distance between her and her target, the two bulbous orchidia waiting their destruction. Was this going to be easy? She’d better ask.

“I’m not sure I’m strong enough to pop them. I’m always the last picked during gym,” she said in a slightly plaintive voice.

 

“Don’t worry,” Chris replied, his voice velvety smooth. “You just need to hit them. A lot. Over and over. Can’t you see how delicate they really are? A solid wooden bat will pulp them easily. Take your time, I’m in no rush. Enjoy this. You’re going to be a real woman after this, remember? Everything’s OK. Just trust me.” He put his head down on the table, closed his eyes softly and waited for the ecstasy to follow.

 

“Alright.” She lined up the bat again, and then made her first swing. The wooden surface made a slick “SPLAT” sound as it connected with his constricted testes. ‘OH GOD’ thought Sarah. Now she was getting really wet between the legs. Something completely new to her. She had to do it again. And again. WHAM, she hit the fat orbs as hard as she could. Again. And again and again and again. She was hitting them so hard that the table was scootching forward from the impact, and Chris was crying out with each connection, but he didn’t tell her to stop, she decided he must be enjoying it.

 

Faster and faster she slammed that bat into his nuts. They were becoming larger and softer. She could see them begin to dent and distort. The feeling in her snatch was becoming almost too much to bear - a volcano of lust and red hot passion. Just as the volcano erupted she felt the bat burst through his bubbles and make contact with the board. There were two loud bursts as they exploded under the impact of her swings, and both she and Chris orgasmed. It was more than amazing, it was phenomenal. Chris had just felt his manhood explode in its pouch and his cum exploding out his dick, spurting thick ribbons between his stomach and the table. Spurt after spurt after spurt. And Sarah had dropped to her knees, dropped the bat and was convulsing with her first orgasm, her first taste of sexuality, her first flush of adulthood.

 

Chris began to convulse and scream now that his orgasm was complete. He thought he was going to die. For several moments, he felt like he’d had enough. But not for Sarah. She wanted more. So much more. She rose to her feet clutching the bat again, and began to slam it into the mush of what were once his testicles. Chris began to cry, but his dick started to pulse again. Some part of his mind couldn’t believe it. He was getting off on her abuse of him. Again she was plastering his ruined nuts with a frenzy neither of them could have predicted. Just as she came again, so did he. In the back of his pain glazed brain was the thought ‘This really should be a tradition because I wish I could do this again.” He heard her pick up the bat again. She was clearly going to liquefy his balls. The first hit smashed in the melon sized scrotum and he felt his dick come back to life. This time it took much longer for them to reach orgasm and it hurt so much when his semen gushed out that this time he blacked out. But just before he did so, however, he heard her pick up the bat for the fourth time. His wish had come true. She wanted it more, so much more . . . just like he did

 

Big Blond and Dumb (fF/m) - repost

Big, Blond and Dumb

 

 

Donald flexed in the mirror. His massive arms bulged with muscle, so did his calves, and so did his chest. In fact his whole body bulged with muscles. Donald was one big, massive wad of man-muscle, and he was inordinately proud of that fact. There was only one problem, though – it was damn difficult to maintain musclemass on the normal ration of testosterone provided by his balls. So, he’d reached a decision. Tonight he was going to have his mother and sister bust his balls ‘til they busted open. Then he could go to a doctor and get steroid injections! It was brilliant! And his mother and sister already enjoyed the privilege of racking him, so there shouldn’t be any problem there. What a fine day it was! (Donald may be big, but he wasn’t very bright).

 

Mother and sister were in the kitchen, Vivien cooking and Charlotte sitting at in the breakfast nook nibbling on a muffin and reading the comics. Donald walked in, dressed in his modeling Speedo and bid them a good morning.

 

“Don, if you’re going to wander around the house in that posing pouch, you might as well just go naked, because it leaves very little to the imagination.” Vivien dished the batter onto the marble counter and started to kneed it. She was making cinnamon rolls.

 

“Yeah,” agreed Charlotte. “You might as well let it all hang out. We can kick your balls with or without it, so be like a good dog and get on all fours. I haven’t kicked them for 12 hours, and I’m getting bored.”

 

The huge 19 year old boy got down on all fours and backed up to his sister. He waggled his butt. This is the most exciting part of the morning – getting his nuts pasted by his mom and sis.

 

“There’s a good doggie. Doesn’t he make a lovely pet, mom?” Charlotte aimed her dainty foot and smacked it right into his fat pouch. Donald’s blond head bobbed. She raised her right foot to his goolies, and squished them around with her lilac socks. It was intoxicating to know her brother’s balls were there for the abuse, and she knew he didn’t mind. In fact he seemed to look forward to it. He was so dumb. She smacked the bulge again. A third, a forth and a fifth time before Donald reached to protect himself.

 

“Mom,” he said, “Care for some?”

 

Vivien smiled sweetly. “Of course.” Donald crawled across the kitchen floor and turned around. He even spread his knees more, more than he had for his sister. This was his mother after all. Vivien looked down at his spandex clad ass and fat package.

 

“No. I think I want to see what I’m kicking. Stand up and take that silly thing off.”

 

Donald, who was looking between his own legs, waiting for his mother pound his junk, raised his head and then looked back at her. As usual confusion played across his face. Then, it dawned on him that his mother and sister hadn’t been kidding about him being naked inside the house. He stood up, his huge muscles flexing, and pulled down his little Speedo. His cock and balls flopped free. Then he got back down on all fours.

 

“That’s better dear, now isn’t it? Can’t you feel how much freedom being naked gives you? And us.” She stepped back and sent her foot flying into her son’s testicles. That was followed by four or five others until Donald semi-collapsed and used both hands to hold himself. Vivien went back to her baking. A lot of guys would probably be incapacitated by such brutal and intimate treatment, but this was a daily activity for the three of them. When Donald wasn’t pumping iron in the basement or doing chores, he was offering up his nuts for kicking, hitting, or what-some-ever his mom and sis desired. It had begun when Donald was a kid. His mother had caught him stealing money from her purse to go buy baseball cards. She felt it was behavior so bad that she had resorted to swatting the young boy in the balls. Later in life, when she found him masturbating for the first time, she had him stand stock-still while she kicked him between the legs. The funny thing was . . . he seemed to like it and strangely enough, so did she. Naturally Charlotte got in on the action, and so it became routine.

 

“Come over here. I want another go.” Charlotte really was bored, and so she should be. The comics were mostly repeats. Would “Peanuts” ever go away? The guy had been dead for years.

 

Donald crawled over.

 

“Face me, up on your knees and spread them.” Donald’s nuts quickly dangled within reach of her feet, hands behind his head, and his thick trunk-like legs spread for his sis.

 

She smiled at the dangling orbs and reached down to squeeze them. They were hard and slippery but the sack was silky smooth, Donald shaved it religiously, just like the rest of his body. She fondled them and watched Donald’s dick start to swell. It made her smile yet more. Charlotte let her brother’s stones drop and then balled up her fist. She smacked them with all her strength. Donald’s huge washboard abs tensed. She hit them repeatedly. It was so cool the way they swung back and forth with each jab.

 

“So, [oof] mom, sis, I was [oof] wondering if you’d do me a [oof] favor today.” Donald fell to the floor, writhing a bit. Charlotte let him.

 

“What’s that, muscle boy?” asked his sister in a flat tone as she went back to eating her muffin.

 

“[groan} I thought you two should bust my balls. You know, really bust them. I want to go on artificial hormones.”

 

Vivien looked down at her son. “You realize that will hurt a lot, right?”

 

Donald blinked a bit. “Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”

 

“Yeah, it will,” said Charlotte, “In addition to which you wouldn’t ever be able to have children.”

 

“Children?,” he said slowly, still on the kitchen floor.

 

“Still, if you really want it, I’d be fascinated to see what happens when a ball splits. I mean, will it burst with a ‘pop’? Or will it just spread out? Hmmm.” Vivien was arranging the rolls out on the Silpat covered backing sheet.

 

“Ahh, the mysteries of the male body,” commented Charlotte distractedly.

 

“Fine, Don. We’ll neuter you later. Now go and clean up the yard and then you can exercise. But put some pants on! I don’t want you to embarrass our neighbors.” Donald was by now sitting on the floor, his ball sack resting on its tiled surface, trying to clear his head.

 

“Don! I said, get a move on!” Vivien walked over and placed the sole of her high heels on his balls and ground them into the floor. “Don’t make me ask you again!” The slippery orbs popped out from beneath her foot before they could be genuinely damaged, but Don cried out in surprise.

 

Later on that day, Don was in the basement going through his exercise routine. He pumped iron, squatted, did thrusts, crunchs on a big blue ball, lifted 300lbs and did pushups on his fingers (he took pride in his muscular fingers). He lived on a diet consisting mainly of MAXIBULK 10000, pasta, rice, steak and supplements. He oiled his body daily and got as much sun as possibly to give his body a healthy orange glow.

 

Charlotte found him on his back, naked, on the bench-press. She carried something in her hands and stood between his legs. She smiled at him.

 

“Hello, dear brother. How’s it hanging?” Actually, she could see how it was hanging. Very loose, actually.

 

His thick neck raised and he blinked his muscular eyelids.

 

“What you got there, sis?” he asked.

 

“Well, since you asked, I thought I might try out something on you. Seeing as how you’re not gonna have any balls anymore, I wanted to test out my new taser on you. Just to see if it works.” She batted her delicate eyelids.

 

“Well. OK. If you want to.”

 

“Good! Stand up. I want to see you fall.” She had him turn around so she could hand cuff him and found that they barely fit around his thick wrists. She spun him round again to face forward.

 

“Spread those massive thighs for me. Wider. Wider! Good.” She pulled and yanked on his sack to make it hang as low down as possible. Then she knelt in front of him. She turned on her taser, its blue lightning arcing between its tips. It looked so deadly, but Donald just stood there, looking straight forward. Then his sister aimed and jabbed the device into his testicles. The jolt knocked Donald off his feet and he screamed as he fell. He landed in a heap and began to twitch violently. Clearly the pain in his balls was off the charts. Charlotte smiled wickedly.

 

While he was helpless in the throws of agony she kicked his flopping legs apart and tased his balls again, and again, and again, and again. She was literally frying his balls with electricity. His scrotum was actually smoking. It was amazing. For all his bulk his nuts weren’t any stronger than any other man’s. When he started to foaming at the mouth, she stopped.

 

“Well, it looks like it works. I’ll come back later after you’ve returned to your normal dense self and uncuff you.” She waved at him and said in a cutie voice, “Enjoy your balls while you still have them,” and left the basement.

 

Under the high mid-day sun the Vivien and her daughter found him soaking up rays on the patio, recovered from the electrocution.

 

“Look, mom. Don’s nuts are all swollen. They look like angry balloons. We should see if we can pop them.”

 

“Well. Why not? And afterwards he can lotion us.” The two women stood between his legs and looked down at him. “Hold those legs open, sonny-boy and stay still. Charlotte you take the right, I’ll take the left.”

 

WHAM, both naked feet came down on his nads, grinding them into his crotch. They seemed to have softened somewhat from their deep tissue frying. Donald’s mouth made a huge “O” and his eye’s bulged in their sockets. Before he could scream, Vivien shoved one of the cinnabons she made in his mouth, and while his hands scrabbled to keep from choking on it the two women grabbed and lifted an ankle each and actually stood on his balls. Their bare feet pressed against his nut meat, and they could feel it squishing out from under their heels and oozing between their painted toes, a matching delicate pink.

 

 Vivien bounced about a bit on her chosen ball. “Just think how we’re going to miss this. It’s our mother/daughter bonding activity.”

 

“Yeah, mom. Sharing Don’s balls between us. Well, all good things come to an end, they say.” Don was trying to squeal through the pastry clogging his mouth.

 

“Don, don’t drool frosting all over the deck. We just had it re-sealed.”

 

After about ten minutes of nut-torture, the two girls let Don up so he could slather lotion on them, and the three of them lay like beached sea-lions, soaking up the sun. When the women tired of this, they both dove into the pool.

 

“Mom, let’s play ball tag. It will be our last chance.” Charlotte’s huge boobs floated gentle in front of her.

 

“Sounds good to me. Don!” Vivien shouted, “Go get the blindfold and hop in the pool.” The huge teen shuffled off and got the item. He came back, jumped in the pool and covered his eyes with the cloth. The game was simple – try and tag Don in the nuts before he could tag them. Since he was almost pure muscle and tended to sink rather than float, he really didn’t have much of a chance to tag his mom or his sister because he was to busy keeping his head above the water line.

 

“Ready mom? GO!” They both dove underwater and observed Don’s balls as he thrashed around in the water. They were floating between his legs, as was his thick cock. Vivien went in first, swimming behind him and reached around to flick his nuts with her fingers. Then Charlotte swam in front and hit them full on with her fist. Both came up for air.

 

“Good one, Charlotte. I saw him shudder.”

 

Down they went again. This time his mother simply grabbed Don’s nut sack in her hand and tried to pull him down to the bottom of the pool with it. Her son struggled hard to pull against it and thought to try and tag her. She let go to avoid his touch, and swam away.

 

Now he was sputtering and really floundering. Charlotte thought this was the perfect moment. To her, his dangling male parts always looked like fish bait, and since he was going to loose them anyway, she might as well try, this once, to “take the bait”. Being a strong swimmer and able to stay underwater for extended periods, she swam up beneath him, grabbed his kicking legs and split them apart. Then she darted upwards and sucked one of his testicles into her mouth and bit down, hard. Charlotte could hear him shriek even underwater. She squeezed her pearly white incisors together as they nearly cracked his right walnut in two, then she let go. No point in ruining this evening’s fun. Don sank to the bottom.

 

Vivien had been watching with great interest and broke the surface.

 

“Charlotte, be a dear and go fetch him from the bottom. I don’t want the great lump to drown.”

 

“Sure thing, mom.”

 

Evening arrived and the three of them had supper and they had a lively discussion as the two women reminisced about busting Donald. He just ate and listened with a pleasant and vacant look on his face. He didn’t particularly remember any specific ball-busting session, and the conversation washed over him.

 

“Mom, I think for desert I’d like to pop ‘my’ ball. Do you want his left or his right?” Charlotte asked as she handed her plate to Don for clearing.

 

“Oh, I think you can have his left. I’m not greedy. The right’s slightly smaller and that’s good enough for me.”

 

“Cool. Well, let me go put on my Michael Kors! I just bought them last week. Five inch heels! They’ll spear his fat nugget in a second.”

 

“Oooo” squealed Vivien. “Go put them on, I’d love to see them.”

 

In a short while, Charlotte came prancing down the stairs. The shoes were black with stiletto heels and a fat, wedged toe. She modeled them for her mother and brother, acting like a naughty pole-dancer. Donald even started sporting a woody at it.

 

“OK. Don, get your sack on the table. I’m gonna climb on top and pop that ball of yours.”

 

“OK,” said Donald. He had a glazed look – all the ball busting earlier had left him in shock. But he complied. He always complied. He wasn’t smart enough to raise any objections, and he had asked for it, after all. He stood at the table and rested his naked balls on it. His beercan dick was sticking straight up, in anticipation of his sister’s attentions, so it was well out of the way. Charlotte climbed up and then wiggled herself in front of him. This was going to be fun! Backing up, she delicately placed the heel of her left shoe on his left fall, laying there on its side and about the size of a large lemon.

 

At first there was a dimple (and a moan). Then there was a depression (and a louder moan). Then there was a pit in his ball and his moan turned into a sort of high pitched whining. It took less than two minutes of her teasing torture of his nut for her heel to break through the ball with in a crisp “snap”. Donald nearly vomited. He certainly dry-heaved. Both the women were delighted. Charlotte lifted her heel and plunged it over and over into his ball-meat until it was just a pulpy mess.

 

“Mom, catch him, I think he’s going to fall. Eww, look, raw sperm on the table. Gross.” Little bubbles of foam were playing across Donald’s lips. He was in nut-shock. His left ball had just been speared like an olive in a martini glass.

 

“Excellent,” said Vivien. “Now it’s my turn. Help me get him to the pastry board.” Don’s only family members hauled him over to a marble board already dusted with flour.

 

“Hold him,” said Vivien. She got out her heaviest rolling pin and set it over Don’s ruptured sack and his still-whole ball. “This will be a lovely workout,” she said. Then she did her best to roll his ball flat. The heayv wood pin “thunked” over the lump of his nut and squished over his busted ball.

 

“Always remember [oof] Charlotte, this is an excellent way to crush nuts. Walnuts, almonds, pecans and even . . . man-nuts. Of course [oof] you usually put them in a plastic bag first.” Vivien paused to dust some flour on his mangled meat so the pin wouldn’t stick, and resumed her work. THUNK THUNK THUNK

 

The ball actually started to flatten and she put all her might into the project. As she had guessed earlier, the ball eventually just split down its outer curve and they could see the ball’s contents ooze out into the sack.

 

“Never let a job go half done!” exclaimed Vivien. She kept rollout out his balls until Donald fainted dead away, and they dragged him over to the couch.

 

“Well, I guess this proves that the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

 

“Yeah,” replied Charlotte, “Get as big as they like, but men are still wimps.”

 

“Cinnamon roll, dear?”

 

“Sure mom. All that exercise made me hungry for some real desert.”