Monday, April 7, 2014

Jack and Jill part 2 (F/M) - NEW

Something brutal and sexy for you guys. Enjoy!


Jack and Jill part 2.


Jack clicked on the link. He was entering the deepest, darkest corner of the internet. A place where men were mutilated for the sexual pleasure and appetites of the most beautiful and sadistic women on earth. The site he found, Balls-To-The-Wall.com was full of men getting pasted between the legs.

Double clicking on a video that promised a brutal emasculation, Jack slipped out of his jeans and underwear to prepare for jack-off bliss. While the video buffered, he opened the bottle of lube and liberally doused his slightly swollen cock. Then he began to watch. The scene opened with a hooded man with his arms chained to the ceiling and his legs spread wide. He had a ripped body and fat pendulous balls and from his complexion and size looked to be in his early 20’s. Hi cock was rigid and sticking straight up. Into view walks a luscious brunette wearing a skin-tight soccer outfit. Her breasts were huge, at least a double D, and she wore vicious looking metal cleats on her feet. You could tell she was anticipating something wonderful because you could see her hard nipples clearly underneath the jersey.

She slowly walked up to the helpless man and starting things off with some quick jabs of her knee into his dangling huevos. You could tell the man was jerking around, but the camera focused on the woman’s jiggling breasts. Jack stroked himself slowly, knowing it might take a while for things to get evil. His lubed hand made a slick slurping sound as it glided up and down on his fully erect cock.

Now the woman backed up and after tweaking her nipples with both hands, she started kicking the man’s nut sack as hard as she could. The man was now jumping in place with each kick. You could hear a steady “THUNK, THUNK, THUNK” as the toe of her soccer shoes connected with naked ball-flesh. Over and over she kicked the poor young man. He would receive no mercy or reprieve from her. That much was clear. Jack pounded his pud in time with the kicks, each stroke bringing him closer to release. “THUNK, THUNK, THUNK”. The volume on the speakers was turned up as loud as it would go, and the whole house was filled with the sound of the brutal assault. Jill was out at work, and Jack had just returned from his training session, so it was just him and the computer. All alone, in privacy. Not that it would have mattered much to Jill, as she loved brutal emasculations as much or more than Jack.

After a good five minutes of unrelenting kicks to his naked groin, the woman slipped off her shirt, and revealed her chest. She had perfectly symmetrical and identically shaped breasts. Ripe globes that jiggled everywhere with each movement she made.  She now made running kicks to his nuts, backing up and rushing forward to slam the top of her foot into his hanging jewels. The camera briefly panned to the man’s hooded face and you could see where the mouth was due to the drool escaping from his lips – a big wet patch that signaled the unbearable agony of getting one’s nuts busted. Jack's fist was now flying on his dick. He began to hope that the scene would climax soon, cuz he sure was gonna.

Just then the woman stopped her running punts, and began the process that would end this man’s livelihood forever. She began to kick his ball bag with the sole of her right shoe, letting metal cleats gash open his scrotum. Over and over she scraped the sack until a hole appeared. She stopped kicking and went over and kneeling in front of him and squeezed his sack as hard as she could. First one testicle then the other popped through the hole and now hung down in front of him. Without a scrotum to contain them, they hung down much further than normal, two fat white testicles on long cords. The woman stood and began lowering him to the floor. Soon his legs and naked nuts lay flush with the hard wood they’d been standing on. The woman kicked his legs open wide, and as the camera zoomed in to show it, she placed her right foot over the left testicle. Cut to the second camera where the woman was using one hand to massage her nipples while the other hand was down her shorts, diddling her snatch.

It would take an IQ of ten not to know what about to happen next, and Jack was red in the face, flush with sexual excitement and the furious pace of his jacking. The cleats came down on the helpless left testicle and pierced its ball flesh. You could hear the man’s scream from one end of Jack and Jill’s shared apartment to the other. His nut had just been impaled and the sound recording was good enough that you could actually hear the cleats pierce the whole testicles with a crisp “snap” sound. The woman lifted her foot and slammed it down again. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. And again, And again. She was putting holes in his ball and Jack could see bits of his proto-sperm sticking to the metal spikes of her cleats. Over and over she pulverized his testicle until it was just a mushy mess, smeared on the floor. Jack was nearly over the edge.

For the finale, the woman slipped off her shoes and her shorts, and now standing naked between his legs, and places her right heel on his still intact right ball. She pressed down and Jack could see the thing bulge and start to go flat. The woman drove both her hands into her pussy as her own excitement reached a crescendo, and the second camera captured all of her solo masturbation. She let more and more of her weight rest upon the doomed ball until at the moment that the man’s dribbling cock and Jack’s cock both squirted out their cum, the ball burst under her heel with a little “popping” sound, and his orange goo squirted out onto the floor. Jack kept pumping as volley after volley of cum arced out to coat the desk, the keyboard and the chair. The tortured man’s own penis had also gushed forth semen, and it coated both the woman’s naked foot and his own chest. The dripping sperm coated his torso and her leg, and she continued to mash and mangle his balls until there was nothing left of them but a smeared stain on the floor. The woman, while bringing herself to conclusion, reached down and took some of the inside of his nuts and smeared them all over her breasts and stuffed some of it up her gash. Her loud moaning filled the room. Jack pressed the "stop" button on the video.

Jack leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed, his breath shallow and his chest heaving as he relaxed into the bliss that was the aftereffect of orgasm. His right hand was slowly jerking what was left of his erection. He felt relaxed, replete and satisfied. Then it occurred to him that he should clean up the mess he made. Jill wouldn’t thank him for cum splattered on the computer they both used. After quitting the site, he got a sani-wipe and wiped everything down. Then he turned on the shower and prepared to get cleaned up for dinner. Jill would be home soon, and he needed to make something for both of them to eat.

Later, as Jack was in the kitchen cooking Chicken Cordon Bleu, Jill walked in the door.

“Hi honey, I’m home!”

“I’m in here,” answered Jack

Jill walked into the kitchen. Instead of turning so he could greet her, Jack simply slid his legs apart so that she could do whatever she wanted to his balls from behind. Today Jill chose to knee his soft fruit, rather hard. Wearing only tight white underwear and white socks, his groin was an easy target and Jill rammed her knee into his spuds several times, until he sank to his knees and started coughing. Jill admired his sexy gymnast’s body as he hunched over and moaned quietly.

“Looks good, what are you making tonight?” she asked him, quite unconcerned about the nuts he was nursing.

“Chicken,” he said after a while, panting slightly, “But it’s got an hour to cook.”

“OK, I’ll got take a shower and change. Then we can have some fun.”

A while later, Jill returned, her hair still moist and fragrant, and dressed in a sports bra and sweat pants. In her left hand she held some hand cuffs. Jill wasn’t one to do anything with half measures. While the chicken still had a half hour in the oven, she bound his hands behind him and pushed Jack up against the wall of the kitchen, right next to the phone. Being as they were tightly held by the underwear, Jill grasped one ball in each hand and began to squeeze them. Hard. Jack had nice big fat nuts, and they filled her petite hands nicely. She groped and mangled them for a while until Jack made a high keening noise like a boiling tea kettle.

She whispered into his ear, “Do you like that, honey? I’m mangling your balls. Your little itty-bitty balls. They’re so fragile, aren’t they? Bet you wish I would burst them for you, don’t you? No more balls to get in the way of our fun.” She loved to humiliate him, and he did too – his cock was now hard again, and straining to get free of his jockeys. Jill noticed it and stroked it a bit. “See how exited you’re getting? I bet you really do want me to destroy your balls. Kick them till they rupture, hit them till they explode.” Jack struggled to retain some form of composure but was failing miserably. His nuts ached, his cock had begun to drip, and a thin sheen of sweat had formed on his naked, rippling chest.

As she stepped back to land some kicks in his groin, she yelled, “Tell me how much you want me to burst open your balls, you perverted freak!” She began strong toe kicks to his testicles, and Jack was able to keep his legs open while she did so. Soon he was babbling, “Bust my nuts, Jill, bust them.” And she tried to do just that. Well, not really. Jill, over the year they’d been together, had learned how to kick nads enough to make it hurt, but not enough to do irreparable damage. She was always more interesting in getting both of them off, than ripping them off his body with a misjudged kick or stomp.

WHAM WHAM WHAM. She beat the stuffing out of his balls and he slowly slid down the wall as his strength failed him. Just then, the timer went off. ‘Perfect,’ thought Jill. Jill let her boyfriend collapse into a whimpering heap and took the chicken from the oven.

All through dinner, as they ate, Jill had her naked foot in his lap, squishing around his huevos with her toes. They both loved doing that. In fact all of this was routine for them, the ballbusting, the humiliation and degradation, and the constant ball-play. It usually made them both so horny that they had sex nearly every night after dinner, and today was no exception.

As they lay naked together, dripping sweat and surrendering to post-coital bliss, Jack broached a delicate subject.

“Jill?” he said softly.

“Hmmm?” she replied, her head resting on his tight pecs.

“It’s my birthday coming up. And I was wondering . . . “ he trailed off.

“Wondering what?” she asked, raising her head to look into his eyes.

“I was wondering if you’d really like to crush one of my balls.”

“No way!”

“Yeah, for reals. My birthday falls on a Saturday, and I was thinking we could spend the whole day with you busting my nuts, and then taking one of them before going to bed.”

“Are you sure you really want to do that? Won’t having one nut look weird if you perform your routine in tight pants?”

“Naw, I can get a neuticle. No one will be able to tell the difference.”

“What about your other nut?”

“I thought I’d give you that one as a wedding present.”

“Well, OK. If you’re sure that’s what you want. Mmmm. I can just imagine how hard you’ll cum when the ball actually bursts. I think I’ll scoop it up and save it for making babies with.”

Jill rose up, pushed back the bed covers and positioned herself between his legs. Jack’s deflated cock was laying on his eight pack abs and she grabbed his legs under the knee and pulled them towards his head, making his package stand out. Then, while Jack held his own knees to himself, Jill began to methodically punch his balls. Oh, it hurt so good. After being used for sex, his nuts were especially tender.

POW POW POW. She aimed her knuckles into his two fat cherries.

“This,” she said, “is just a shadow of what I intend to do to you come your birthday. And I’m going to brutalize you every night until then.”

Jack started to get hard again. It was going to be a fun week!

 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

(M/M) Breaking and Entering - Not My Story

This is another oldie-but-goodie from the Nifty Andrew archive. Enjoy!


BREAKING AND ENTERING

 

I have been watching this one apartment for 3 weeks planning how to break in and steal whatever I can without being caught by the stud that lives there. It is late one evening as I carefully approach the back door. I cautiously slip my credit card between the lock and the door jab. The lock cylinder slips back into the door with a loud click and the door swung open. The hinges creak as I open the door wider and enter the service porch. I quietly shut the door, cross the room and go through the door at the far end that leads into another room. I open the door and slip silently into the darkened room.

 

I am half way through the door, when a powerful hand reached out and slammed into my groin. The strong fingers dug into my levi clad crotch and clamped shut tightly around my nuts. I yelled with terror until the light in the hall suddenly snapped on, exposing a powerfully built man in a highway patrolman's uniform. He pulled me into the room by my balls, and shut the door behind us. He continued to squeeze my nuts with his powerful grip, kneading and crushing them between his powerful fingers. He thought that I would succumb to his nut cracking grip and surrender without a fight, but my nuts are tougher than any he has previously encountered. Even with his strong forearm muscles bulging and straining he is aware that I am not giving into him, nor was I begging to be released from his fearsome grasp.

 

He pulled me further into the room until we are in the center of a large cleared area. He yanked down on my nuts viciously, and ordered me to kneel before him. He was still holding me by my balls while he stepped behind me. Then he ordered me to place my hands behind my back where he handcuffed them together. Only then did he release his grip on my balls, and even then only momentarily, before he reached around my kneeling body and drove BOTH of his hands into the crotch of my levis until he found my basket. He locked one of my balls in each of his hands and began to squeeze and crush them again. The heavy denim of my levis reduced some of the effects of his twin nut claws, but didn't afford complete protection. Only now was the pain beginning to build in my crotch, but it was not overpowering, only an inconvenience. He released his holds and slipped his right hand into the waist band of my levis. Finding the bottom of my well worn T-shirt, he seized the fabric and with one violent motion ripped it up over my washboard stomach, broad hairless chest and shoulders before he shredded it to tatters.

 

With my muscular upper body fully exposed he had trouble containing his desire to work me over and use my body for whatever as he wanted. Again he reached around my waist, but instead of attacking my balls, he undid my belt and pulled it from around my waist before using it to bind my arms. Then he grabbed the front of my Levis with both hands and yanked them apart, instantly undoing the five studs that held my fly shut, exposing my jockstrap clad basket. Again he drove his hands deep into my crotch but this time his hands had no trouble reaching my nuts, and he dug his fingers into my manhood. He worked his fingers deeper and deeper into my tough sac. As he tried to scramble my balls, my cock sprang to attention and he took great delight in its length and girth. My hard on distracted him, and he slipped one of his hands around its shaft. Finally he spoke in a deep bass voice, "I see you enjoy what I am doing to your manhood asshole. Well I've only just begun. You haven't seen or felt ANYTHING yet!" He pulled up on my cock and balls until I was standing, then he turned me around to face him.

 

As soon as we are facing each other, he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled my levis down over my thighs, preventing me from using my legs or knees to counterattack and preventing easy escape. Then he drove his knee solidly right into my bulging basket. He ground his hard bony kneecap into my gonads attempting to make mush out of them. He was surprised that after four solid knee lifts directly into my exposed and defenseless nuts, I still hadn't lost my HARD ON or collapsed into a whimpering heap at his feet. "How interesting!" he said. "Most men would have been begging for me to stop pounding their nuts, but not you, you only seem to relish me bashing your balls! I really get my rocks off working over another man's balls, so we'll see just how much punishment your nuts can withstand before your eggs crack.

 

He rammed his knee into my nuts for a fifth time, and spun me around so that he was behind me. He clasped his hands together and slammed them down on the back of my neck driving me to the floor. I landed on my face and knees. His fist shot between my legs, his hard knuckles connected with my low hanging balls causing them to swing wildly between my legs. His upper cut caught me by surprise, but then he withdrew his clenched fist and slapped my balls with his open hand. Again I felt the power of his grip as his fingers clamped shut, trapping my balls. He squeezed, stretched and twisted my balls, mauling them until I was forced flat on my stomach. He released me from his nut cracking grip, but as he stood up he forced his foot between my legs and pinned my balls to the floor with his bare foot, my nuts oozing between his toes. He had just gotten home from a hard day as a motorcycle cop and the only clothing that he had time to remove before my unannounced entry was his riding boots and socks. He kept his toes pressing deeply into my nuts while he removed his shirt, then he placed most of his weight on my balls while he slipped out of his pants. He reached down and turned me over, his jockstrap clad body towered over me. Again I felt his weight as he stomped his bare foot into my nuts, and ground his heel into them. "Now fucker we're going to get down to some serious work." He stepped between my legs, reached down and grabbed the cuffs of my levis and proceeded to pull them off. Stripping me stark ass naked. He dropped between my legs and spread them apart with his knees, exposing my manhood to his wanton desires.

 

His initial assault was a hard right bare knuckled fist right between the nuts. He twisted and dug his knuckles into my nuts when his punch connected. Then he grabbed my rock hard cock with one hand to keep it out of the way while he repeatedly pounded his fist into my defenseless balls. After ten or twenty solid dead center nut punches, he grabbed my balls and began twisting and yanking them. Now I was feeling real pain as I contorted my body in an attempt to escape his vicious grip. When I brought my head up I could clearly see the outline of his massive balls and now hardening cock in his jockstrap. "I'm going to make you beg for your balls," he bellowed, as he doubled the force of his attack on my manhood. Swiftly he released his twin holds and slammed his knee into my crotch. Then he raised his leg up and brought his knee crashing down and ground my nuts into my own crotch. He continued to grind and pulverize my nuts with repeated knee drops causing my legs to flail wildly. He slipped his right arm under my left leg and lifted it up over his shoulder exposing my crotch even more, before he slammed his open hand into my nuts and again locked them in a nut cracker, his thumb splitting my sac while his flingers clamped tightly around my balls. He kept his hand locked around my balls while he flipped me over onto my stomach, twisting and wrenching them as he did so. Suddenly I felt his hand rubbing my ass, then the crack that separates my cheeks. He was poking and prodding my hole with his hand while he continued to massage my balls. He let go of my balls and spread my legs with his knees. I felt a slippery substance being spread between my cheeks and then I felt the tip of his cock as he prepared to penetrate my hole.

 

Carefully he lined up his horse cock with my tight hole, the large head pressing tightly against it. Then with one mighty lunge he buried his well lubed cock half way into my tight ass. I almost passed out from the sudden penetration of my asshole. He ground his cock deep into my guts, ramming it in deeper with each thrust. His cock got even harder he increased the tempo of his pumping cock until he was going wild with animal lust. My own cock swelling and begging for relief and my nuts although well man-handled were churning with the expected orgasm. He reached around my chest and grabbed both of my solid round pecs with his expert fingers and began to knead them until my tits were as rock hard as both of our cocks. He clamped my tits between his strong fingers and bit down on my neck with his teeth as his body began to spasm, signaling that he was about to shoot. And shoot he did. I thought that his cum would blast the tonsils right out of my throat. As he unloaded his load in my guts, I unloaded mine on his carpet, almost gluing my stomach to it. He kept his big cock buried deep in my guts until he positive that he had totally shot his wad, then as his cock began to soften he withdrew.

 

He undid the hand cuffs and freed my hands. Maybe he was spent but I sure wasn't. As he rolled off my back, I turned over and found him lying on his back with his legs spread. Such an inviting target was too much to ask for. I lifted my left leg high in the air, swung it over his body and drove my knee into his unsuspecting and exposed, spent nuts. He howled agony as the shocking pain in his nuts hit his brain. His legs clamped tightly against my knee, but I didn't withdraw it. Instead I raised myself up with my arms and increased the pressure on his nuts, grinding and gouging my knee viciously into his spent balls and swollen manhood. He was now about to get a taste of his own medicine. I grabbed both of his wrists, and snaked my knees between his legs spreading them wide apart. Then I raised my hips up and slammed them down against his groin driving my still hard pile driving cock directly into his nuts. I used my stiff dick like a battering ram and continued to pound it into his balls. He twisted and turned as I now assaulted his manhood with mine, driving my stiff dick into his nuts while I did pushups over his supine body. Just as I drove my knee into his nuts, he broke free from my grasp. His hands shot for his balls in an attempt to protect them from my attacks but to no avail. I simply drove my knee into his hands and smashed his nuts even harder. Then he grabbed for my balls hoping that a counterattack would work in his favor. Just as his hands reached my balls, I hammered my bare fist into his nuts, a solid upper cut right between his twin orbs. Again he dropped his hands to cover his groin and cup his hurting nuts. I quickly rolled him over and reached around his waist, grasping and groping until I found his hot sticky balls and seized them with my twin nut claws. Now he was powerless to protect himself while I brutally massaged his nuts and prepared to ram my stiff dick up his ass and violate his hole, the same way that he had violated mine.

 

I rammed my cock into his hole without the benefit of lube, since my cock was already slippery from having shot once that night. His ass was tight, but I continued to force my cock into his tight dark hole. I ground the head of my dick against his sphincter muscle until it finally surrendered and allowed my ample cock entrance. I pumped my cock in and out of his hole, plunging it in deeper with each thrust until the sticky cum filled hair of my bush was pressed tightly against his ass cheeks. I continued to ream his asshole with my big dick, and mangle his nuts with both of my hands. I pounded the head of my dick against his prostrate until I unloaded for the second time that night, but this time deep in his guts instead of wasting it on his carpet. My cock was still hard when I pulled it out of his hole. I let go of his nuts and stood up between his legs. With so inviting a target, I couldn't resist. I drove my toes directly into his battered testicles. I punted his balls with my bare feet until I had knocked him out and crushed his one proud balls. Although he had caught me red-handed trying to rip him off, overpowered and fucked me, I still had beaten him and at his own game. I pulled my levis over legs, and stuffed my cock and balls into them. My t-shirt was a worthless rag so I left the apartment bare-chested and empty handed.

 

 

Saturday, February 1, 2014

(M/M) The Karatiest - Not My Story Either

So this is also going up for the sake of preservation. Enjoy!


The Karatiest

 

Jim had a burning desire to stomp Bill into a grease spot because he was jealous of him. Bill was a 6'1" 170 lb Karate expert, built like a Greek God with a deep golden tan, 8" cut cock, solid muscular surfer's body, tight gut and trim ass, short blond hair, and easy going life style. Jim was almost exact opposite: 6'3' and 230#, strong like a bull but with a pot belly that was larger than his chest, bald, and except for his arms was as pale as Casper the Ghost. He was trying to live a "Champagne Lifestyle" on a cheap Beer diet. Jim had some imagined goal of being "King of the Hill" and had to physically prove it to everyone that he is biggest mother fucker in the valley and will squash anyone just to prove it. Jim actually had the largest inferiority complex of anyone a normal person would care to meet in real life.

 

Jim, dressed in cheap "levi's", T-shirt and cowboy boots, had cornered Bill in a small local bar and challenged Bill to "step outside" so that they can settle their differences, like real men. At first Bill, dressed only in shorts, tank top and sandals, refused saying that he has no desire to fight, but Jim being drunk and the biggest asshole in the bar continued to harass Bill with comments about his manhood and his lousy choice of friends. Bill, his massive muscles bulging with tension and hate, gave in and they both stepped outside.

 

As they stepped outside Jim hammered his powerful fist into the middle of Bill's muscular back driving Bill forward into a parked car. As Bill regained his senses he turned to face Jim but was met with a solid right cross in gut, staggering him again. Bill threw a right jab but Jim blocked it and countered with a left jab of his own that landed on Bill's shoulder. Bill, now regained his fighting stance and let out a kai yell and front kicked Jim in the gut missing Jim's groin only by inches but knocking the some of the wind out of the fat slob. Bill moved in rapidly and followed the kick with a flurry of punches, several landed in Jim's face bloodying his nose, and knocking out two teeth, Jim blocked the other punches. Jim next kicked Bill in the shins to distract him into lowering his guard so that he could go to work on Bill's face to soften him up, before really putting the boots to Bill.

 

Bill barely moved his leg in time but still caught part of force in the shin. Bill stepped back slightly, lifted his left leg and kicked Jim squarely in the crotch with his instep, racking up Jim's balls with his ankle. Jim screamed about "DIRTY FIGHTING" and attempted to drive is right fist in to Bill's groin. Bill blocked the punch and drove his right knee into Jim's gut, causing Jim to retreat a short distance. The two combatants began to circle each other to try and find a weakness in the other's defenses as neither fighter wanted to make a fatal mistake and loose this fight, because the "winner" would totally demolish the looser.

 

Suddenly Jim lunged a Bill, slammed his thigh into Bill's balls, grabbed Bill in a bear hug and picked him up with the hope cracking some ribs and throwing Bill to the ground to knock the fight out him and where he would be an easy target for Jim's boots. Bill now countered by grabbing Jim's nuts with his left hand and massaged them brutally, while working his right hand free. Bill with his right hand now free began to claw and rip at Jim's face, nose and eyes. Bill continued to hammer blows into Jim's face and the top of his bald head until Jim released him. Jim immediately attempted to throw Bill to the ground using a hip throw, but Bill moved too quickly and got away from Jim in order to catch his breath and plan his next moves.

 

Bill moved in and attempted a spinning back kick to Jim's head, but Jim ducked to avoid the kick and threw a punch at Bill's low hanging balls that were fully exposed to such a counterattack (because Bill wore no jock or briefs). The punch only grazed Bill's balls and he was only temporally distracted, not dazed or knocked out like Jim had hoped for. After finishing the kick Bill spun around and again kicked Jim with an instep kick to the groin that did not miss it's target and slammed Jim's nuts into his bony crotch. Jim grabbed his aching gonads and screamed in pain. Bill then started to rain fore fist punches into Jim's face and tiger mouth strikes into his throat while his knees pumped a tattoo into his crotch and balls. Bill knocked Jim to the ground with one mighty combination upper cut to the jaw and nut cracking knee lift between the legs. Jim fell flat on his back and cracked the back of his head on the hard ground. Bill knee dropped into Jim's solar plexus while he gouged Jim's groin and balls with his toes. Bill then grabbed Jim's balls with his right hand and clamped his powerful nut claw around them, while he hammered Jim's gut and face with his bare knuckled left hand (Bill being left handed had more strength in his left hand). Whenever his punches drove Jim to far away, Bill simply dragged him back into range by pulling and stretching his balls.

 

After all signs of resistance stopped, Bill dragged Jim's limp body over to the chain link fence that closed off the back of the bar from the neighbor's property. Bill found some short pieces of rope and proceeded to bind Jim's wrists together. Then he looped a longer piece between them and threw it over the pipe that ran along the top of the fence and hoisted Jim up until he was "standing." He tied off the rope so that Jim remained suspended with his feet dragging on the ground before he spread Jim's legs and tied them to the fence. Then Bill stuffed a rag into Jim's mouth to muffle his yells, then he tied a rope around his head to hold the makeshift gag in place. With Jim immobilized, Bill slipped his hands into Jim's open shirt and ripped it apart. Bill felt the crotch of Jim's levis and when he found a weak spot he jammed a finger into the hole. Then he shredded the heavy denim covering and protecting Jim's balls. Bill undid Jim's leather belt and pulled it free from his waistband, then with one hand on each side of the fly of Jim's levis, he ripped Jim's pants off and pulled the tattered remains down over his thighs. Bill plunged his hand deep into Jim's briefs and clutched his balls with in a powerful nut claw, and massaged and crushed his balls without mercy. Bill yanked his hand free and ripped Jim's sac at the same time. Then he hooked his fingers into the crotch of Jim's briefs, with one mighty pull Bill shredded the thin white fabric, and Jim's cock and balls dropped free, hanging impotently between his legs. Bill's more than ample cock, although not fully stiff was threatening to burst through his tight shorts, and expanding even more as Bill anticipated the final destruction of this asshole's most treasured possessions.

 

Jim was starting to regain consciousness, although he was still very groggy after being beaten by Bill. He tried to clear his head and his vision slowly returned. As the cobwebs cleared from Jim's mind, he finally realized what a predicament his big mouth had gotten him into. Jim struggled with his bonds, he yanked, twisted and turned trying to loosen his bonds and break free. Jim's face went ash white when Bill who had been sitting in the shadows resting, suddenly stood up and moved into the dim light. Bill laughed at Jim's attempts to free himself and began to taunt and tease him. Jim's face grew beet red as Bill told him about his friends and what cheap sluts and whores he ran around with. How they were the sleaziest broads in town and that he thought with his brainless cock. Bill was working Jim into a rage, the blood vessels were standing out on Jim's forehead and arms as he fruitlessly strained at the ropes holding him. Bill was beginning to tire of this game and wanted to get to finish what Jim started.

 

Bill slowly swaggered up to his captive until they were nose to nose, then Bill spat in Jim's face. Jim was furious but helpless to prevent Bill from doing what he pleased. Bill slid his left hand over Jim's thigh, his fingers just barely touching his skin until he reached Jim's crotch. Jim was seething with rage and embarrassment as Bill slipped his fingers under Jim's sac and fondled his twin fruits. Jim was turned on with Bill's gentle touch. But Bill had other ideas and clamped his fist shut around Jim balls and stretched his scrotum towards his knees. Jim sank his dentures deep into the gag in his mouth as he tried to scream in agony. Bill released Jim's balls and they snapped back to slam into his hairy crotch with a dull thud. Bill looked Jim square in the eye and grabbed his balls again, this time with his thumb separating them as he started to squeeze and crush them with his powerful nut cracker grip. Jim's eyes were watering and the tears were starting to run down his face as Bill increased the pressure and worked Jim's balls between his fingers. Bill told Jim "You ain't seen or felt NOTHING yet! I'm goin' to make you wish you were dead before I'm finished with you."

 

Bill let his hand drop from Jim's balls. When his hand was by his side, Bill suddenly swung it up between Jim's legs and slapped Jim's crotch with all his strength flattening Jim's balls against his pubes. Jim thought that he would vomit as the sharp pain raced through his groin and reached his brain as his balls were slammed against his crotch. Bill stepped back as Jim convulsed in agony, a raging fire had been kindled between his legs, and Bill was not about to let it die out until all of Jim's fuel had been consumed. Bill had an evil sneer on his face as he watched Jim contort in agony. As the initial shock was wearing off, Bill started his methodical assault in earnest. He dug his fists into Jim's soft gut, alternating lefts and rights between his navel and groin, softening him up for what was to follow. Bill suddenly grabbed Jim's tits and yanked on them, twisting them in different directions while he pumped his knees into Jim's crotch. Bill dug his hard bony knee caps between Jim's outstretched legs and slammed his balls with the top of his muscular thighs. Bill let go of Jim's tits and slammed his right elbow into Jim's jaw, on the reverse stroke he drove the back of his elbow into the side of Jim's neck. Bill drew both of his hands back and shot them into Jim's armpits, digging in his fingers, searching for the nerve centers there. After gouging Jim's pits he grabbed a hold of Jim's hair and ripped out two hand fulls, denuding them. Then Bill shot two open hand claws to Jim's pecs and clawed them unmercifully and again pumped his knees into Jim's balls bouncing and battering them further.

 

Jim was on the verge of passing out when Bill stopped his initial attacks to rest. Bill stepped back to admire the damage he had inflicted on Jim's worthless body. Large dark red marks and bruises were already forming were Bill's finger tips and knuckles had ruptured the underlying blood vessels. Jim was in a world of hurt, but this was only a foretaste of what was to follow. After a short break Bill concentrated his fists on Jim's already battered face, alternately punching his large knuckles into the remains of Jim's features, breaking his nose, cheek bones and jaw. When Bill had finished pounding Jim's face to a shapeless bloody pulp, he began to methodically work over every square inch of Jim's body. He slammed his fists and elbows into Jim's ribs, liver, solar plexus and groin. He used five finger claw hands to gouge and rip Jim's biceps, gut and throat before stepping back so that he could start using his powerful muscular legs and calloused feet. Bill knew that Jim's knees were bad from playing football in school and he was determined to make them permanently useless. He drew back, turned slightly to one side and drove a vicious side kick into Jim's left knee breaking it like a match stick, then he stomped the right knee. Jim would have collapsed but his hands were tied over his head and as he fell both of his shoulders were dislocated. Bill liked to use high spinning kicks and now he unleased them on the helpless Jim, landing them in his face, ribs and softened gut. He dug toe kicks and front kicks into Jim's gut, striking every inch of Jim's beer belly. He alternately kicked Jim's ribs and groin, his toes sinking deeply into the soft flesh and damaging Jim's internal organs. With most of Jim's ribs either cracked or broken, his gut quaking like a big bowl of jello, Bill again relented.

 

Jim was in sad shape, he was begging for Bill to stop. But Bill knew better, he wasn't going to stop until Jim was totally demolished, just like Jim had demolished so many others in previous fights. Bill wanted to crack Jim's nuts with his bare hands and feet, to see this "big man" cry and beg, to suffer the ultimate defeat. Jim's balls had been an inviting target along but Bill had purposefully avoided them. He stepped closer and ran his hands over Jim's battered and broken body, whispering soft, comforting words to ease Jim's fears. He caressed Jim's stiff dick and low hanging balls, stroking them gently. When Jim was relaxed and thought that maybe Bill would cut him loose, Bill intertwined his fingers into hair in Jim's groin, seized his bush and denuded Jim with one tremendous yank. Then Bill hammered a vicious upper cut into Jim's balls. He ground his knuckles into Jim's sac, twisting and grinding Jim's nuts. Jim was caught by surprise, now he knew that Bill was going to finish him off. Again and again Bill's fist slammed into Jim's nuts, his bare knuckles grinding them with each twisting punch. Bill switched tactics and began pumping solid knee lifts into Jim's crotch and groin. Bill was enjoying himself, and the bulge and wet spot in his shorts proved it as it grew even larger. Bill's favorite way of ending a fight was to crack his opponent's nuts. Bill had done it many times before, and gotten a real charge out it each time, but those fights had been "fair." Bill had never completely demolished a looser of a fight the way that Jim often did, but now he was going to destroy Jim's sex life. Bill stepped back to gain kicking room. He measured the distance and zeroed in on his target.

 

The first kick he used on Jim's balls was a toe kick, Bill dug his toes into Jim's sac and felt his toes squish Jim's twin orbs. Then he drove his instep between Jim's legs, his ankle trapped them against his pubic bone with a sickening thud. Bill timed his kicks so that both he and Jim could savor the ultimate destruction of a man and his family jewels. Jim's balls were swelling from Bill's punishing attacks, his sac was discolored and bruised black and blue. Bill continued to slam his bare feet in to Jim's gonads, his toes crushing and pulverizing them a little more with each violent impact. After twenty kicks Jim's nuts were swollen to the size a tennis balls and stretching his sac to the bursting point. But Bill didn't stop, he was determined to bust Jim's nuts. Bill took a half step backwards, and using his powerful leg muscles drove his instep into Jim's nuts while yelling "SCRAMBLED HUEVOS" at the top of his lungs, He continued to slam his foot between Jim's legs until his family jewels were pulverized into diamond dust. After turning Jim into a bloody capon, Bill stripped off his wet sticky shorts, and began to stoke his long hard cock. It took only two or three full strokes of Bill's left hand to unleash his greatest orgasm ever as he groped Jim's demolished nut sac and felt the remains of his squashed testicles. Bill squeezed the mush of Jim's manhood between the fingers of his right hand, savoring the total destruction he had wrought.

 

 

 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Huevos in your hand.


But does the technique work on men?

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

More Brownie Points

After being around a couple years in this circus we call the ballbusting community, one can't but help pick up signature moves in the stories. so I'm challenging you, my readers, to read my stories and distill the "Nicholas Experience." It could be turns of phrases, frequently used physical moves, certain props, character constructions and development, and so forth.
 
What and how is it that I write that sets me apart from other writers in our genre?
 
I'd Love to know!
 
cheers,
 
n.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

(groupM) Muscleman Ball Bash - Not My Story



I'm posting this story because it's being reworked by other sites, and I thought people should have a chance to read it in its original form. I'm also posting it as a way of preserving it, should the Niftyandrew site ever die.
 
This is the first BB story I ever read way back in 1994, in college, and it changed my life. I remember finding it, reading it, and having my whole body get hot and flush. I almost felt faint, so much blood was rushing to other parts of my body. And when I later found The Karatiest (which I think is by the same writer) I was hooked on the genre, although this was before it was a genre. So for me, this story is a walk down memory lane, and I think what's so great is that it's still a wonderfully sexy story, even after all this time!
 
Muscleman Ball Bash
 
They were holding his flexing massive right arm, Matt Mendenhall grabbing onto that giant corded left arm, Luis Freitas wrapped around Strydom’s huge right thigh and calf, Bob Paris grinding his oversized cock against the South African heavyweight’s kicking left leg, spreading him wide and holding on, opening his cock and family jewels to extensive work by Scott Wilson.
 
All of them ripped, all of them pumped, all of them naked and all of them hard.  Get them to work on Strydom till they somehow get him to beg Wilson to hit him in the nuts.
 
Freitas jumps between his hard dented glutes and crams his muscular blond Brazilian tongue in Strydom’s ass and sucks like there’s no tomorrow. Hands reach to his pecs and start rubbing.  Tongues are all over the handsome blond giant of muscle.  In no time, he asks for what he craves:
 
“Bash my balls, Scott!” Strydom screams, unwillingly, trying to squeeze his legs together to cover them, trying to pull his arms down to block the blows he knew were coming to his most sensitive body parts, his big balls.  Big as he is, he couldn’t hide them with his entire body being spread open by four musclestuds as big and strong as he was. 
 
Wilson looked him in the eye: “You want it guy?  You GOT it Gary!” and WHAM! biceps flexes, forearm knots and the pounds of muscle powered that giant fist into an uppercut into Strydom’s gonads.  The sheer pain made Strydom try to double up, and he almost did despite the muscle power holding his front open.  He screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes clenched shut, and his cock throbbed.  His whole body pumped up, and the studs holding him didn’t fail to take note of it.  At once, four tongues hit the muscle, and started licking, as Wilson drew back for more.
 
Pow! Pow! POW!POWW!! four rapid-fire, full-power uppercuts into Strydom’s aching balls.  Strydom was howling, and that was what Scott wanted to hear.  It fed his strength and he power-thrust 10 quick hard pops into the blond bodybuilder’s groin.  Scott’s cock was dripping, and he was shaking as he drew back for 10 more pounds.
 
“How’s it feel, Gary,” Terwilliger screamed as he licked and stroked the stud’s giant arm up toward the corded shoulder.  Right in Strydom’s ear he bellowed “Like that action on those stud balls, muscle man?”
 
Strydom could only groan as the hard blows continued to bludgeon his gonads.
 
“My nuts...my belly...oh fuck...unghh...fuck...god--DAMN my nuts my NUTS!”  He kept groaning as Wilson went over, stroked the stud’s powerful right arm, and took it from Terwilliger.  Tom took his place in front of the blond hunk, but instead of resuming packing his balls, he turned his punches to the huge pecs and armored abdomen of the huge man, pummeling the award-winning, shaved muscle.
 
“How’s that, Strydom? That what you want?”
 
In answer he got unintelligible groans.  Gary was crazed.  His cock was hard as his pecs, and was spurting clear fluid, jumping in air.  He murmured something almost inaudible, unintelligible.
 
“Speak UP, STRYDOM!!” Terwilliger bellowed as he power-packed five rapid-fire punches to the hard gut and one to each of the oversized, rock-hard pecs.
 
“Speak up!”
 
“My balls...my nuts...awwwwwwww my nuts!”
 
“Huh?” yelled Tom.
 
“Hit me in the balls! Bash my balls!”
 
Before he had finished the sentence, Terwilliger’s massive pumped-up arm was flying through the air, with a strong punch to the guy’s unprotected, swelling balls.  Five more, rapid-fire.  Gary’s moaning and spitting all over Tom’s ridged belly.  Seven more, hard, right! left! right! left! Hard punches to the blond stud’s bull nuts.
 
Strydom was mewling like an idiot.  His eyes were crazed, his cock purple from being hard, and the hole in the tip distended obscenely, literally spurting clear fluid onto Tom’s own beautiful gut and chest, as he moved in closer with his punches.
 
“Cover me with that funk, Gary!  Fucking spray me with that pre-cum,” Terwilliger screamed, crazed by the scene, and rubbing the thick liquid into his muscled belly and chest.  His body shone from the coating of fluid Gary was blowing at his muscle.  He clearly loved it, and his cock was blowing it out back on Strydom’s pumped award-winners.
 
Harder and faster, and suddenly, Gary’s pelvis started to move back and forth, he was trying to fuck something, but the only thing there was was air, and so he fucked air.
 
Terwilliger started an especially heavy volley of hard punches into Gary’s gonads, which were giant from swelling.
 
Terwilliger was inches from the bodybuilder, and, exchanging his fists for his powerful knee, began slamming his knee into the stud’s balls.
 
Tom reached out to the pecs and grabbed Strydom’s nipples and pulled, kneeing him repeatedly in the crotch.
 
Strydom met every kneedrive with a rhythmic grind of his pelvis.  And when he felt the clenching fingers at his nipples his head began flailing wildly, his eyes glazed over, his mouth hanging open covering his magnificent neck, chest and abs with thick saliva.  He pounded his bloated nuts into Terwilliger’s thrusting knee and thigh.
 
“Do it Tom!” “Bring him off!” “Make him shoot!” “Make him!”
 
Four hot competition bodybuilders were grinding cock and balls and tongue on the stud whose balls were the target of Terwilliger’s crazed lust. Paris was bashing his own nuts on Strydom’s thigh almost as hard as the impact to Gary’s own bull gonads.
 
They wanted Strydom to sperm--on Tom!  And they knew how it could happen.  Very easily.
 
It was simple, and they all knew it.  Tom was just waiting.
 
“How about it, man?”
 
“UUngh!”
 
“What?” Tom screamed at the crazed stud.
 
“Yeah.” Gary drooled.
 
“Yeat WHAT?” bellowed Tom.
 
“MAKE ME SHOOT!” Strydom murmured.
 
“WHAT?” hollered Terwilliger.
 
“MAKE ME SHOOT OFF! MAKE ME CUM! I GOTTA I GOTTA I GOTTA MAKE ME SHOOT MAKE ME MAKE MAKE MAKE ME UNGH MAKE ME SHOOT MY LOAD!”
His pelvis was pumping into Terwilliger’s knee, doing as much of the work as Tom was, meeting every strong power thrust with an invitation, an urging to push his nuts into that flying muscle.
 
About to shoot his load without even touching it, Tom knew what to do.  It was time to make Gary blow his battered balls, and he hoped, all over his own muscular chest and belly.
 
Tom flicked a fingernail over Gary’s right nipple.
 
The effect was unbelievable. A hideous expression overtook Strydom’s face.  Spit flew out of the blond bodybuilder’s mouth, a volley of clear fluid blew out of his cockhead onto Terwilliger’s pecs, and Gary screamed. Four musclemen were licking this ball-crazy stud, and four giant cocks were grinding against some part of his shaved, sweating, spit-and-precum-covered muscle body.
 
Tom grabbed Strydom’s swollen balls, and started squeezing with one hand, pounding as hard as he could with his other fist.
 
Strydom screamed in a crazed high-pitched voice: “FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, TOM, PLEASE, RIP ON MY NIPPLES AND GET MY ROCKS OFF.”
 
Tom let the nuts hang, started up again with his powerful thigh-to-crotch uplifts, and brought both of his strong hands into play on Strydom’s pecs.
 
He scratched at the hard nipples.  Scratched hard and fast, nail to nipple, and Strydom freaked.
 
The studs let him go. They knew he wouldn’t leave now.  He needed this.
 
Strydom grabbed his own nuts in one hand, stretching them down into the sac, and flailed away with his other fist, biceps obscenely pumping and flexing, grinding his giant fist into his own balls, as 10 sets of fingers went after his nipples and pecs.
 
Freitas slid two fingers up the muscleman’s asshole.  Strydom went wild, cramming his fist into his balls much harder and faster than Scott or Tom had done.  He was pulverizing his own nuts, and he was babbling incoherently.  His balls were bending around the fist that was clutching at their base.  And that made him cram them even harder.
 
He was hardly aware as the third and fourth Brazilian finger entered him.  He was concentrating on the hands on his pecs and nipples, ripping them.  But when the big thumb entered, he knew it, and he bucked his ass back onto the sweaty hand and forearm, broad with muscle.  It slipped into his muscled ass.
 
He fucked air as his nipples and pecs were scraped hard.  No one had touched his obscene, spurting cock.
 
Freitas shoved hard, and saw the shaved cheeks spread to accept his entire forearm.  Tom and Scott took over the nipples, biting down on the tortured nubs as hard as they could.  And Matt sucked in the giant balls that Strydom himself was squeezing out to him.  He got them in the back of his handsome face and chowed down on the bull gonads with his jaw teeth.
 
Gary loved the feeling of that giant forearm up his ass.  It was in to the elbow and Freitas was fucking him full-strength, wrist to elbow, merciless, pumping up his forearm as he packed it up the blond giant South African’s clutching hole, each time stretching it over the bulge just before the elbow.  His hand never failed to grind the stud’s overgrown, overproductive prostate, and it was obvious from the amount of stuff flying out of the man’s cockhead that he was hitting it pretty hard.
 
Gary was heaving, twitching, fucking air, and flexing, coated in sweat. Craving the teeth ripping apart his nipples.  Craving the bodybuilder’s forearm up his ass.  And craving the teeth splitting his big nuts in half.  Nothing had touched his cock.
 
He came.  You could hear the cum spurt out of his cock as he finally came.  He shot no less than 25 volleys and was actually sobbing.
 
Paris was there to catch the unnaturally big load.  His magnificent hairless pec-proud chest received the shots of Gary’s sperm.  Matt kept chewing down hard on Gary’s nuts long after the sperm flow subsided, and the action on Gary’s pecs and nipples continued till Gary’s muscular body was flopping around on the shower floor like a fish on a deck.
 
Totally spent, drained, and nuts bulging, he sat on the shower room floor.  His ass still enclosed the grinding arm of the stud Freitas. Freitas was still deep arm-fucking the stud, grinding his hand against Strydom’s prostate.  The blond cum-empty stud moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.
 
The other four studs stood around him.
 
“Go on, guys. Unload it all on me. Give me your cum.”
 
Freitas pulled his huge forearm out of the stud’s ass with an obscene slurp.  They were jacking off, aiming toward him.  They took their time, and each one came in succession.  Kneeling down as Strydom opened his handsome face.
 
“Feed it all to me man.”  His own hand reached back for his ass and thrust inside easily.  He pumped his asshole back on his hand and opened his mouth.  They took turns unloading their sperm into his sucking throat.
 
Paris, coated in the stud’s cum, stood up and gave him a good drop-kick right in the groin.  He repeated it, and Strydom wailed.
 
“God Fucking Damn.  I needed that!  My nuts are mush, and my pecs. Man you really worked them over.  Gave ‘em something to think about. Bash me any time, studs!”
 
“Terwilliger’s turn now!” yelled Paris, finally laying off of Gary’s overwrought nuts and scooping his Superman load of sperm off his massive chest, his cock dripping, and feeding it to his hungry, handsome mouth.
 
“All RIGHT!” said Tom.  “Turn me to mush!”  Paris kicked his nuts hard, and part two of this shower scene began.  Strydom greased up both of his huge forearms and got them at the ready.  He knew what Terwilliger craved up his muscled ass.