Friday, June 17, 2016

(f/m) Highschool: Socks'n'balls - NEW!

So here's the story I submitted to Knaves story contest. He gave me permission to post it on my site, and since the contest is over, I thought I'd post it now. It's short, and sweet and has lots of fuzzy socks in it.

Hope it pleases,

cheers,

n.


Highschool: Socks'n'balls

 

Diana and Chris had been dating for about two years now, since sophomore year, and in that time they had grown together as they learned about what it meant to be in a stable relationship. While their peers were switching partners every three weeks, Diana and Chris were learning how to compromise, trust, let go and renew their love day by day by day.

 

Diana's issues were centered around which college she should ultimately go to and what career she should be seeking, while Chris was working on his athletics (and whether he could get to the Rio Olympics in track and field), and overall identity as a person. Part of that identity was sex and Chris had two things he wanted to explore: socks and ballbusting. Ever since he was a child he'd wanted girls in fluffy socks to kick him between the legs for all they were worth. He wanted to feel pedicured toes punt him squarely in the nuts, or heck, even pop a ball or two! I mean why not, right? Chris loved Diana, and he loved so much about her. Her sweet smelling brown hair, her limpid hazel eyes, her cherry red lips and her overall fashion sense. And every month Chris bought her a new pair of fuzzy socks which he insisted he apply to her each and every time he got her a new pair. But he never told her why, and it wasn't until just recently that he divulged the rest of his fetish to her. He had to be certain that it didn't warp or pervert their relationship.

 

It was on a warm summer day during the school break that Chris opened up to Diana. They were sitting in the park. There was a cool breeze and they were sitting together under a huge old maple tree.

 

"Diana," he started, tentatively, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

 

Diana gave him a smile and looked up from her novel. "Sure, what is it."

 

"Well, you know all those socks I've been getting you?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Well they're for a greater purpose, and not just because I know you like new socks."

 

"A greater purpose? What do you mean?"

 

"Uhm, what I mean is for a long time now I've been wondering what it would be like to have you kick me in the nuts with them on. I mean, I know it sounds strange, but to me, at least, it also sounds sexy. And since it's not intercourse, neither of us could get in trouble for doing it. I could stand there, my legs spread wide, fully clothed and you could punt me square in the nuts and I'd love it! Seriously."

 

Diana cocked her head and looked at him for a few moments, and then slowly a smile broke over her lips and she actually laughed. A rich, wonderful laugh. "Chris, I have something I need to tell you too. For the longest time now, I've been wondering what it would be like to ram my toes into some guy's poor nuts. I hadn't considered what I'd be wearing when I did so, but fuzzy socks sound just fine to me."

 

Chris's eyes went wide. "You're joking."

 

Diana shook her head. "Nope not at all. I've seen so many movies where guys get pegged in their privates and it always gave me an illicit thrill, although I never knew why. Until we had health class and I learned about those delicate little things you have between your legs. And then it dawned on my that I've always wanted to see them destroyed. Or at least owned."

 

Chris gave a cry of joy and hugged Diana fiercely. She returned the hug. It would seem that they were truly made for one another. Fast forward a month, still in summer break, and Diana and Chris were to be found at Diana's house when her parents had gone away on a second honey moon. During the daytime the two lovebirds had a house all to themselves, and they made the most of it. They started off with simple experiments. Chris would kneel before Diana and take her naked feet and gently slip on some lovely fuzzy socks, the colors varied each time, and then he would slip off his pants until he was in his boxer-brief underwear, put his hands behind his head, spread his legs and let his girlfriend go to work on his nuts.

 

Diana, for her part, liked to tease Chris a little by walking up to him and gently rubbing his crotch, just to see him get a little excited, then she'd back up, aim, and fire a good solid foot right into his plums. Chris would let out an "Ooof" and sway a little, sometimes drop, then get back up and let her have another go. Sessions could last anywhere from ten minutes to almost a half-hour before the pain got too bad for Chris to continue. Then they'd take a break, maybe go for a dip in the pool, or have a make-out session which involved a lot of French kissing. But being well behaved, it never went as far as sex.

 

At one point, on one of the days, Chris asked her to squeeze one or both of his testicles during their sessions, and it let Diana become more intimately familiar with what a guy carries between his legs. As she squeezed and kneaded his nuts, Chris told her about the epididymis, the prostate, the seminal vesicles and what it was like to have a penis. She listened with rapt attention and explored his privates through the thin material of his underwear.

 

What was most fun was kicking Chris from different positions. Standing up, on his knees, on his hands and knees, in the pool, etc. And what Chris particularly enjoyed was putting on a new pair of colored socks on Diana for each position. Peach colored for standing, rose for on the ground, purple for on the stairs, and so forth.

 

By the end of that weekend, Diana had come to feel like she sort of owned Chris, or at least his nuts, and she was eager to take it to the next level.

 

Fast forward another two weeks, and it found Diana and Chris together in the town library working on personal research. They used books, they trawled the internet, trying to find out all the things you could do to a man's balls and bring him pain. They discovered needles and weights, and presses/vices and filling the ball with saline, and all sorts of cruel and delicious tricks. Chris was a little leery of doing any permanent damage to himself so young in his life, but Diana felt that they should at least try to do something more interesting than plain kicking.

 

So, Diana toddled off to Walgreens to buy some hatpins (does anyone even wear hats these days?) That weekend her parents had gone off to see relatives, but Diana said she wanted to stay at home. So they let her. Chris came over and Diana showed her the setup. A wooden chair, lots of straps, a gag made of two balled up fuzzy socks and some rubbing alcohol. Chris got undressed, and a little nervous, and then he let himself be tied to the chair. Diana shoved the socks into his mouth, and set about sterilizing the pins and his nuts. This was the first time she'd seen his balls. And his dick. And she watched how he got a boner from her handling his privates. She stroked and then smacked his wiener a bit just to see it bob. 'Man, men's bodies are truly a wonder' she thought to herself. Then she held up the first sterilized pin so he could see it, and then watched him watch it as she slid it into his big, fat left nut. There was an explosion of air from his nostrils. Then a second pin. Then a third. His left nut looked like a shishkebab. Then it was time for his right ball. First one pin, then another, and then a third and fourth. She was skewering his balls, and man did it hurt, but despite the pain, Chris maintained his erection. And just to be extra cruel, Diana decided to flick the exposed pearled ends of the pins with her fingers. Chris jumped and moaned in his throat after each one. Then Diana pulled out the pins, and doused his whole sack with more alcohol, and wrapped his scrotum up in gauze. However, later in the day, when he'd recovered, she had him put some more socks, pink ones this time, and she kicked and slapped the dangling jewels that she'd perforated only that morning.

 

That evening Chris asked for something special. He asked Diana to kick him while he jacked off and then came. She agreed since she'd never seen an ejaculation before, and was intrigued by the idea of sticky white stuff spurting out of his body. Chris reverently slipped Diana's feet into some baby-blue cashmere socks and then sank to his knees and began to stroke himself, looking up at her. She was SO beautiful and she was enjoying herself SO much. It was just too perfect. He stroked and as she looked down at him, she began to methodically punt his cahones. THUNK THUNK THUNK. Chris started out slowly but then went faster and faster, and in response Diana went faster with her kicking. Oh, the pain, it was terrible, yes, but sweet too. Like a broken tooth.

 

"Oh My GOD Diana, i'm going to cum, kick me harder!" WHAM WHAM WHAM was the response. And in a few minutes Chris's whole muscular, sexy body shuddered, and his sperm spurted onto the white carpet. Diana watched in fascination. When the last little dribble of cum seeped from his cock-head, Chris collapsed in a heap of pleasurable torment, and Diana bent down to cradle his head.

 

"There, there," she said. "If you thought that was something, just wait until we graduate. You're going to give me one of your balls in celebration!"

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Youtube Video on BB

A not particularly enlightening video on ballbusting fetish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3LDID3E8ew

cheers!

n.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

(FFFFFF/M) The Bursting - NEW!

I do so love historical BB/TT stories, so here's one for you. Enjoy!

n.



The Bursting

 

Benedicia, the high priestess of Vesta looked down from her dais. Her silky black hair fell over one shoulder and she brushed it aside. The man in front of her, at the bottom of the stairs, was clothed in a simple white robe which hid his assets and his muscular body. He was flanked by two sisters of the order who were his guards and guides, and they introduced him to their mistress.

 

"This is Marcus, mistress. He has come to us so that he may sacrifice his manhood to the Goddess. He wishes to experience the ultimate ecstasy of the 'The Bursting'."

 

"I see," remarked Benedicia. "And what is it that he is offering? Let us see his sacrifice."

 

The blond priestess to his right undid his sash and disrobed him. His body was perfect, flawless. Smooth, muscular and hung. His flaccid member was seven inches and thick and lay over two enormous ovals, his testicles. They were massive too, and they hung there like two peaches - round, succulent and vulnerable.

 

"Very nice," said Benedicia as she got up and walked down the stairs. She stopped in front of Marcus. Slowly she raised her hands and ran them over his handsome face, down the neck, across his pecs, over his washboard abs, down the flat of his pelvis and came to cup his balls. They were beautiful and among the largest she'd ever seen on a human. There were animals that had larger, like cows and horses, but these were massive, and would be a fitting tribute to the Goddess.

 

She looked into his green eyes and searched them. "Do you realize what you are about to do?"

 

His voice was deep and husky, "I do, mistress. I want to experience the ultimate ejaculation in service to your order. I wish it with all my heart that the Goddess should have my balls." Benedicia rolled his nuts around in her hand, and they did not shrivel or retreat. This man meant what he said, and was obviously desirous of becoming a eunuch.

 

"Very well," she said. "First you will experience pleasure unlike any other, but you will be denied release. Then you shall be tortured and endure pain unlike like any other, but again denied release. And finally, you shall have your balls burst and when that happens you will cum like a chariot-horse and most likely die from the pain. I wish you well, young man." The beautiful priestess gave his ball sack a light slap and resumed sitting on her throne.

 

"Take him to the bed chamber," she said.

 

"Your will, mistress," said the blond priestess.

 

The still naked Marcus was guided to a whole different wing of the temple where a huge bed, fitted with silver satin sheets and feather pillows was laid out. On the bed was a barely clothed woman of stunning beauty. She had long curly black hair, perfectly smooth tan skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Her breasts were large, firm and perfectly formed. Her snatch was shaved and pink. If there was ever a woman ready to please a man, it was she. Naturally Marcus let himself get erect and sexually excited. He was already naked and felt no shame in showing his arousal. This would be the fun part of the day.

 

He was pulled over to the bed by his escorts and Marcus noticed that the woman on the bed had a long length of cord in her hand. She spoke.

 

"Noble male, this is a length of wet leather cord. I will tie up your verpa and cōleī [penis and testicles] with it and as it dries it will shrink into a tight bind that will prevent you from releasing your pleasure. It will also hurt, although this is just a taste of the pain you will endure tonight." First she tied around his whole package, then one ball, then the other and then finally around his cock. When it was nice and tight she tied it off. His already massive cock now reached nine inches long, and its bulbous head was nice and purple. And his balls, well they had started to swell too. Nicely.

 

The woman spoke again. "I am Naticha and this is Callisto and Dulcea," she said, pointing to his two chaperones. "We are here to pleasure you." As Marcus stood in front of her, she sucked in his engorged shaft and began to give him expert head, while the priestess on ether side of him undressed and began to kiss and lick his whole body. They guided him to lay down. Naticha concentrated on his member, Callisto his lips and Dulcea his nipples.

 

Like any hot-blooded Roman man, Marcus was at ease with women worshiping his body, but these weren't just any women. These were holy priestesses. One cut below royalty, so it was an honor just to be in their presence. In addition to that, this whole exercise in sacrifice was about purging his bloodline of shame and ignominy for getting on the wrong side of the Senate and loosing their positions of power within the Empire. Of all his brothers, Marcus had been chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice to the Goddess and thus assure his family would reclaim their success through divine intercession. And he was glad to do it, for it was said that an hour with a Vesta priestess was like being in Elysian and that the final release when his balls were crushed would be a release unlike any other.

 

Callisto stopped kissing Marcus and left the bed to go drip her hand into a large amphora in the corner, full of olive oil. She took some and smeared and oiled up Marcus's whole body, including his cock and balls. Natisha stopped sucking him off to watch his member become slick and shiny with oil. She then took off her diaphanous toga to expose her breasts to him and mounted him. Her cunny quivered and she shivered a bit as his huge cock slid inside her. Marcus moaned, but that moan was soon muffled as Dulcea slipped out of her own gauzy toga and made Marcus suck on her nipples, pushing her plump pillows into his face and watching him worship her breasts.

 

Natisha began to slowly ride her young buck while the other two priestesses worshiped his body or let Marcus worship theirs. At one point Dulcea mounted Marcus's face so that he could eat her out. Which he did, with great enthusiasm. The women worked his body over, all of them slick with oil, and full of engorged body parts - erect nipples, flushed skin, and quivering genitals. This went on for at least an hour. Each woman took turns having his dick inside them, and each took turns letting his tongue lash their caves but no matter how hard he tried, Marcus just couldn't cum. It was like there was a vice around his man parts and he was unable to experience a release, despite the fact that he normally came within fifteen minutes of fucking a woman. When all four of them were finally exhausted, the women from their orgasms and Marcus from providing them, it was time to move on to the painful part of the sacrifice.

 

The three women got off the bed and two new women entered the room.

 

"This is Flavia and Jessamine. They will execute the next part of your experience." The two women guided Marcus with his face and dick red from over-use out the door and through some hallways to another room. Inside were shackles. They attached them to Marcus's wrists and ankles and then Flavia turned a winch which lifted Marcus off the ground and suspended him, buck naked, in mid air. His bound up cock and balls swayed between his stretched out legs. Marcus expected them to immediately begin to torture him. But instead they brought out pots of henna oil and brushes and began to paint his naked body. It took another hour but eventually his whole, smooth beautifully muscular body was painted with swirls and mystic red markings of Vesta. Throughout the painting his dick stayed hard from the cord wrapped around it, and they even painted it.

 

When the painting was finished a small group of women came in, several of which had instruments and they began to play a lively Roman religious tune. Flavia and Jessamine attached metal anklets to their feet and began to dance, Flavia in front of Marcus and Jessamine behind. The women danced and then at crucial points began to kick, slap or punch Marcus's bound up balls. TINKLE TINKLE. The anklets rattled each time their respective feet made contact with Marcus's goods. As the music got louder and more intense, so did the ballbusting. WHAM WHAM WHAM, TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE. Marcus's balls began to swell and turn an angry red, and he started to grunt loudly with each punt, but no matter what the women kept dancing. The music and torture became relentless. Balls were kicked, smashed, slapped and even briefly squeezed. Were he not in such pain, Marcus would probably have admired the women busting him. They were both beautiful and wrapped in the same gauzy, see-through togas that the other women had been in. Flavia and Jessamine twirled, swooped, spun, and thrust themselves into a religious frenzy. The music increased in tempo and Marcus's grunts turned into screams. This whole thing went on for what seemed like forever. Marcus's balls had tripled in size now and looked like angry bull-balls. They were HUGE. And each additional kick made them swell. Finally, the music rose to a crescendo and the kicking and hitting become one long sustained ballbusting session with Marcus nearly losing his mind from the pain. Then everything stopped, the two dancing priestesses panting from their exertion.

 

Marcus meanwhile just hung there, like a limp doll, his head lolling and his eyes rolling back. He was lost to the world, and the women around him noticed. One brought a pitcher of water and a cup and poured some so Marcus might revive a little. Another priestess helped him eat some honeyed biscuits and the sugar plus the pure clean water gave Marcus a much needed boost of energy. He did revive a bit and they let him hang there for a while and come back to normal consciousness. Then, they lowered him and took off the manacles. With the support of Flavia and Jessamine he was half dragged, half carried to the altar room and he was placed before it. The altar itself was about knee high, which meant that as he was placed before it, his cock and balls rested naturally upon its stone surface. One priestess had a knife and she cut the cord binding them so that his worked-over nuts hung loose and his massive erection was free to slap against his stomach. Flavia spoke.

 

"This is where we crush your cōleī in honor of our goddess. This is Petra and she will stand upon your cōleī until they burst. Now drink this, it will allow you to release at the culmination of the ceremony." Marcus drank from the goblet she offered and whatever was in it was sweet and rather acidic. And it left a funny taste in the back of his throat. Jessamine tied his hands behind his back and left him there, ready to be sacrificed.

 

Then a group of priestess came in and began singing, while Petra stood on the altar and danced with lit candles in her hands. She began to chant in the ancient temple language of which Marcus could only understand a little: "dear goddess . . . . take these organs . . . the organs of life . . . give this man . . . everlasting purity  . . . from now on . . ." and on and on it went once again the chanting increased in intensity until the whole room filled with the sounds of frenzied devotion and Petra's gyrations on the alter became extreme. And then out of the blue she stomped her foot down on his lolling left testicle. Once, twice, thrice until it burst with a loud pop. And then three stomps, nor more, no less, on his right nut popping it as well. Marcus's body shuddered with a strange and powerful pleasure and his huge cock spurted white man-milk all over Petra's feet which then began to dance on the mushy remains of his manhood. SMOOSH SMOOSH SMOOSH. The women chanted, Marcus's barely hung on to consciousness, and Petra pummeled his ballbag. Then before he could even collapse Petra pulled a dagger from her sash and cut off his junk, letting Marcus fall over into the waiting arms of an army of priestesses. One of them applied a glowing brand to his wound to cauterize it And Petra lifted his spent organs to heaven and then threw him into the fire where they popped and crackled in the heat. As the smell of smoking manhood drifted through the room, Marcus had one last thought before he fainted, 'Dear Vesta give my family good fortune and expatiate our shame. Amen.'.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Online Porn

So I'm assuming that everyone who visits my site likes online porn, and as such I want to pose a hypothetical question which is - when everyone in the known universe has been seen naked, will the purpose of porn be exhausted? In other words will the hunger to constantly see new nude people ever be sated? Or will everyone have their favorites that they don't mind seeing again and again? Do you have favorites? Share!

Here's one of my favorite vids - a guy getting busted whilst getting sucked off.
 
n.

Monday, March 28, 2016

(MMMMM/m) Uncle Tom's Revenge - NEW!

This story is my contribution to race relations in the US, and has been a long time in the making. It was rather fun to be naughty and use the "n" word several times, as it is to use the "f" word for my gay stories. Anyway, hope it pleases and I'd love to hear from ya'll.
 
cheers!
n.
 
 
Uncle Tom's Revenge
 
The shed was hot. Sweat trickled down the faces and bodies of all the men in it. But none of them noticed. They were all too focused on the helpless teenage black slave hanging from the center of the room. He was naked and his cock and balls tied up so that they could be better punished, or even better . . . destroyed.
 
Big Pappa Jake, his muscled arms bulging, sized up his victim. Him and his boys had nutted quite a few slaves, but this was going to be especially satisfying. No matter what that insipid president Lincoln said, niggers were to be hung, not freed, if they dared to disobey their masters, and this little nigger was not going to leave this shed a man. He had tried to escape the plantation, and now he was going to pay the price.
 
"Well, you little piece of offal. You gave us quite a chase, but anyone with common sense would have known you can't hide from my bloodhounds. They could track you to hell and back without losing the scent. It was foolish of you to run. Now we're going to take away your urge to do anything. For a quite a while." Pappa Jake smiled grimly, his perfect white teeth glowing in the dappled light. To his right were Ned and Thomas, to his left were Chris and Jacob. The five men, together, had emasculated dozens of male slaves and enjoyed every second of it. These niggers were nothing but chattel, and their bodies, especially their balls, belonged to Pappa Jake.
 
The burly man with pale skin ordered Ned and Chris to take one each of the boy's legs and spread them so Pappa Jake would have unhindered access to the boy's goods. His two fat nuts and his dick hung before him, and as his two legs were pulled apart the boy's fat scrotum swayed.
 
"Say goodbye to your manhood, little nigger." With that Pappa Jake backed up, took careful aim, and kicked the black boy's nuts with all his strength. A scream rent the air in the hot shed. Pappa Jake kicked them again, and again. Each time eliciting more screams from the helpless boy. It was sweet music to their ears. As the boy writhed and screamed Pappa Jake gave teenage Toby's testicles a pulverizing barrage of percussion.  SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Pappa Jake's boots were making a wonderful dent in Toby's groin.
 
After about twenty solid kicks, Pappa Jake motioned for Jacob to have a turn. The rugged groom took his place in front of the boy and began to ram his knee straight into the swelling cock and balls naked before him. Toby screamed all the louder. He wailed, he moaned. Then it was Thomas's turn. He walked up and began to pound his fist home, straight into Toby's swinging sack. Soon the boy sagged in his restraints, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he just twitched with each nut pulverizing punch. He was nearly comatose, and only fifteen minutes had passed. This was hardly good enough. The boys wanted hours of fun not just a few moments. Pappa Jake motioned to Ned who was holding Toby's left leg open to "do his stuff". Of all the men only Ned was willing to get sexual with the porch monkeys. Ned let go of the leg, kneeled in front of Toby and gently sucked in the boy's cock. He sucked and licked for several minutes and to their delight it began to swell. And it seemed to revive Toby a bit. His eye's steadied and he began to stare down on the white man giving him head. Despite the pain in his groin, this treatment was bearable. Ned took some breathers to note his progress, and jacked the boy off a bit. Soon the erection was a healthy nine inches, with a firm head and a long straight shaft. Ned swirled his tongue around every inch of the boy's tool, and got up to suck on the boy's nipples. He even kissed Toby on the lips, exploring the boys pert pink tongue and feeling Toby moan into his mouth. This pleasant treatment went on until the boy was relaxed and moderately awake. Pappa Jake even noted a little pearl of precum forming on Toby's tip. Perfect.
 
Pappa Jake backed up and just before kicking told Ned to move. WHAM. The teenager was thrown out of bliss and back into hell. Toby's monster cock flounced around as kick after kick arced into his nuts. Tears of pain and sadness ran down the boy's face, but all too soon Ned was back, licking, sucking, touching, and kissing the tears off Toby's beautiful face. Back and forth, pain and pleasure. By noon all the boys had taken turns busting the boy's balls while Ned kept him conscious and it was time to destroy the little cliff-ape's manhood once and for all. While Chris stoked the pot-belly fire and put the sheers in to heat, Pappa Jake walked up to Toby. This was his favorite part. He looked in the boy's eyes and reached down to finger his fruit. The cock was semi-hard and the testicles had swollen to the size of Dixie peaches, pulling the boy's scrotum taught. Pappa Jake singled out the boy's huge left testicle and began to squeeze it while Ned jacked the boy to keep him hard. Harder and harder Pappa Jake squeezed the huge fruit. A keening sound in the back of Toby's throat could be heard as a result of the unrelenting pressure being applied to his big black plum. Pappa Jake was making a huge dent in the thing and it was sure to burst any time soon. The room became very quite. And you could actually hear it. All of a sudden the testicle "POPPED" rather loudly. White sperm gushed out of Toby's dick as a sort of weird response to the bursting and all the men in the room smiled and hooted at this boy who'd creamed himself at his own emasculation. The semen coated the boy's legs and belly, and he looked to be one mass of hot mess. But of course, he had one ball to go, and it was Ned's turn.
 
Ned sucked the softening cock until it was hard again, and licked up all the cum covering the boy. He gently kneaded the boy's calves and then his thighs while he brought the little coon back to life, and when he was, Ned, with some difficulty, sucked in the remaining whole nut and began to chew on it. Crushing the thing between his pearly white teeth. This was always Ned's reward for keeping black males conscious during their tortures. And of course chewing a ball is far more torturous than outright bursting for it hurts the scrotum too. Toby squealed and writhed in his restraints as his nut was compressed by a set of excellent molars. Suddenly Ned's cheeks puffed out and Toby's testicle burst. Another shot of cum erupted out of the beleaguered boy's cock and ran all over Ned's hair. It was the last cum the boy would ever produce. And the last orgasm the boy would ever have. Ned let the huge bloated bag of mush fall from his mouth, and refocused his attention on Toby's dick. Yes indeed, he sucked the thing back to life, amazingly, and made sure it was at full mast for the last part of this ritual. Chris retrieved the glowing red shears from the fire and stood ready. When Ned had finished his work he stood and stepped away.
 
"Time to lose your manhood boy, say goodbye to being a father." Pappa Jake nodded to Chris. The shears opened, were placed over Toby's cock and balls, and with one clean motion sliced them off and effectively cauterizing the tissue left behind. The organs fell to the hay-strewn floor with a splat. Toby finally passed out and just hung there, like a raggedy doll, useless and spent. The blob of genitals would be fed to the pigs, and the boy would be retrieved by his relatives. The boys slapped each other on the back for a job well done, and cleared out. Each went back to their assigned tasks, and Pappa Jake returned to his beautiful home. It was time to get cleaned up and then later have dinner.
 
Late that night, when the main house was quiet and the dogs had been kenneled, Pappa Jake snored loudly, sleeping in a separate bed from his wife (his wife refused to sleep with the bastard out distaste for his personality). In the dark creeped eight men, each barefoot and holding various tools and items, through the living room, into the foyer and then up the grand staircase. They headed, unerringly, to Jake's bedroom. Quietly they opened the door, making sure no light crept in, and then surrounded the huge poster bed and in synchronized motion at once gagged the sleeping white man, and bound his arms together with sturdy cordage. They hauled him out of bed, and though the burly, muscled man fought them every inch of the way, he was no match for eight strong cotton pickers.
 
Outside in the dark they lifted him on their backs and carried the helpless man through the fields and into the collection of shacks that served as the Africans' homes. A huge bonfire had been built and there was a wooden frame set up with lots of ropes. Rough hands stripped Pappa Jake of his nightclothes and tied him spread eagle on the frame, his legs spread wide and his arms perpendicular to his body. He looked both sexy and helpless. His huge member hung in front of two ample balls, and his muscular arms and legs flexed as he tried to extricate himself from his situation. To no avail - slaves knew how to tie unbreakable knots.
 
In front of him was the bonfire, and in front of that was Old Elisa. Old Elisa was a queer fellow, only five years taken from Africa and a witchdoctor of sorts. Or at least he held a religious position in his tribe before he was kidnapped and sold off by a rival tribe to the white traders. Pappa Jake had always found him creepy and weird, but not now. Instead the old man instilled absolute terror in his white owner. Because the man was holding a snake in his hands and was bringing it close to Pappa Jake's groin. Old Elisa smiled grimly and held the black adder to the two balls dangling in front of it. The snake reared back as it coiled around the witchdoctor's hands and struck first the right ball and then the left, its fangs sinking in deeply into each testicle and injecting its poison. The moment it did so a pain of life ending intensity shot through Pappa Jake's body. Not only from the fangs but from their venom. His testicles immediately began to swell and turn a dark purple. It felt like someone had put his nuts in a vice and were squeezing them for all they were worth. But this was only the beginning. All the male slaves lined up, many of whom had been personally emasculated by Pappa Jake, and they each took turns kicking their bastard master between the legs. They pummeled his manhood until the insides of his nuts began to rupture. They were huge, purple and misshapen from all the abuse. Some of the men kneed his nuts others just kicked them. Pappa Jake vomited from the pain, but none of the slaves cared one lick, they kept at his testicles until first the left one, and then the right one ruptured inside their sack. Pappa Jake screamed in agony. Old Elisa then took some poisoned thorns and pierced his penis with them and after doing so groped the white man's naked nuts, squeezing ball-pulp like it was taro root or poi. The black man twisted and squished the spermy goo in the swollen scrotum until Pappa Jake could stand it no more and passed out. But many of the slaves kept kicking his genitals until the whole mass turned a nasty shade of black. Then the witchdoctor took a knife which had been buried in the fire, and with one fell swoop lopped off his master's manhood, which he picked up and threw into the fire. Then he plunged the knife into Pappa Jake's heart and slew the man who had tortured and emasculated dozens of innocent men for no reason other than abject cruelty. The wound killed Jake instantly, and that was the end of a wicked white man, and this is the end of the story!


Friday, March 18, 2016

Polls!

So my first poll, to see how many of your are men, women, trans, or intersexed was a resounding success. I know for sure that there are at least 220 of you who visit my site with any regularity, and that's just way cool. And it's also way cool to know there are women, trans, and intersexed people who enjoy my stuff. That's SO cool.
 
So my next poll is about what parts of BB/TT you like. Please take the poll, You can have multiple answers.
 
Thanx!
 
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Saturday, March 5, 2016

(f/Mmm) The Powder of Submission - NEW!

So, I've been sitting on this story for, oh, about nine years. And the reason why it's been so long in the making is that I wasn't sure if it would be popular and accepted. For two reasons: 1. it takes five pages before the action starts, and 2. it's essentially bisexual ballbusting, and I wasn't sure if anyone would like that (except by those of you who ARE bisexual). At any rate I've finally decided to finish it, so here it is! For your convenience I've marked (in red text) where the action starts in case you don't want to bother with the introduction.
 
cheers,
 
n.
 
 
The Powder of Submission
 
Crystal was weighed down with her four light shopping bags, but decided to visit one last boutique on Rodeo Drive before going home. All the sales staff knew her here of course, and she could always count in getting good service. A latté to moisten her soft-pink lips, a complimentary bag of cosmetics, and if she felt she needed it, a wonderful foot massage to ease the burden of a hard day of shopping. While relaxing in a plush leather chair, the sales girl would always gush over whatever outfit she wore that day, and compliment her excellent fashion sense, right down to her ruffled socks and $5000 Guess sneakers.
Crystal opened the door to receive a cool blast of conditioned air. The young blond sales clerk stopped what she was doing and came over and kissed both of Crystal’s cheeks.
“Oh. Another winning combination, Miss Lacy. Chanel skirt with a D&G pleated blouse is perfect. And that cardigan shows off the Tiffany broach to a marvel.”
Crystal preened. “I know. Isn’t it gorgeous? And look at these,“ tipping her head to one side, “Mikimoto diamante and pearl earrings. Made personally, just for me, of course.” Crystal smirked while she let the girl ooh and ahh over her good fortune.
“So,” said Crystal, “what’s new today? Has the McQueen spring line come in yet?”
“Oh, well. I’m sorry, no it hasn’t,” frowned the clerk. But then she brightened. “But . . . Mrs. Vanders did ask me to tell you she had something special for you, next time you came in. I can go and get her. Wait here!” The clerk tottered off into the back of the store, her heels clacking loudly on the marble floor.
Crystal pondered this sudden turn of events. Mrs. Vanders was the owner of the boutique, and only ever came out to greet the richest of the rich, and usually the older, more distinguished women. Crystal had only seen her on one or two occasions. ‘Hmmm,’ thought Crystal, ‘She must have something really special for me.’
After a few seconds, the elegant and beautiful Mrs. Vanders came out. She had platinum blond hair in long waives that perfectly framed her face, and wore a curvaceous, low-cut red dress that perfectly framed her ageless body. The proprietress gave a distant greeting, and then gave the young girl an appraising look, arms folded over her chest and one eyebrow arched.
“You’ve been an excellent patron of our little store,” she said, finally, in a slow, sultry voice. “I’ve seen you many times. Everything you’ve purchased has been chic and expensive. You obviously appreciate only the best, and that’s a valuable trait. It’s what I like to see in my clientele, and I think it’s time you were offered a bit of what this store is really all about.”
Crystal cocked her head in confusion. “Like, what do you mean?”
A small smile twitched in the side of the matron’s mouth. “I think you should save your questions ‘till we are alone. Follow me.” The woman turned smoothly, and her tight knee high dress shifted over her body as she walked with perfect precision into the back office. Crystal followed, and Mrs. Vanders closed the door behind them.
“Have a seat,” she said to Crystal, then took one herself, across from the girl. She assessed the young girl before her, and then stopped to look fully into Crystal’s eyes. “Do you fully understand what it means to be rich?”
Crystal remained still and silent, not knowing how to respond. Then she said, “Of course. I means that I don’t have to do any cleaning or go to a crappy school.”
Mrs. Vander’s eye’s narrowed. “No, my dear. Being rich means that you can have anything you want. Anything. Lesser people will say that fulfilling your desires, and any wish you have is a fantasy. Genies in bottles and the digital magic of Hollywood. But for those with true wealth, the kind if wealth you have access too, anything is possible. Do you understand me, anything.” The beautiful blond bombshell’s eyes had a wicked gleam to them as she said this.
Crystal cocked her head, incredulous. “What do you mean anything. I’ve been to hundreds of stores, all over the world. I can buy anything I want. What could you have that they don’t?”
Mrs. Vanders frowned elegantly at the insult. Then, she reached under her desk and pressed what must have been a concealed button. The wall behind her slid aside, revealing a series of smooth metal shelves, illuminated with concealed lightning, and filled with cut glass vials that glowed like diamonds. Each bottle was a work of art, and each contained a liquid or powered of a different hue.
“What are those?” asked Crystal, now curious.
“What are these?” said the older woman mockingly, as she got up to go stand by them. “These my dear are some of the most powerful substances ever created. Each one a work of chemical art. Each one capable of extreme power. Each one virtually priceless in its rarity. These are the elixirs of youth, of power, and of total control, and which only the most privileged women can have access too. I think,” and here she paused to gaze down at Crystal and assess her again, “that you are ready to join them.”
“No way!” said Crystal. She got up and walked to the cabinet to look at the bottles. “Are you saying these things are, like . . . like magical potions? What do they do?” She reached out to touch one, but her hand was stopped short.
“I didn’t say you were ready for all of them, my dear, just this one. Sit down.” Mrs. Vanders removed a bottle of peach colored dust from the shelf and set it down, not in front of Crystal, but herself.
“In front of me is something I think you’ll enjoy. It’s something every woman wished she could have, at some time or another. It’s called the Powder of Submission, and it makes any male who eats it your utter, and complete slave. One teaspoon of this powdered miracle will cause any man to re-arrange his entire existence to suite you and doing anything you desire, but have no memory of what happens during that time. The effect only lasts for 24 hours, but oh, what a time you can have.” Mrs. Vanders smiled at Crystal. “Tell me, my dear, isn’t’ there anything you would like to do to a man that would require such persuasion? Anything you’d like that they would never willingly submit to?”
Crystal slowly grocked the potential of such a substance, and then nodded slowly, then faster and faster. The older lady’s smile turned conspiratorial and she leaned forward. “Tell me. With this in your hands, would you make a man do for you?”
Crystal gushed enthusiastically with the first thing that popped into her head. “Well, I saw this one movie, like, once, and, like, oh my god, this blond chic totally nailed the Terminator guy, I think he’s like Governor, or something, in the nads, like over and over. You should have totally heard the crunching noise Arnold’s balls made when that girl hit them. It was way awesome,” she said breathlessly.
“I’d so totally love to do that to my boyfriend and stuff. All the guys I know, really. They’re all such jerks,” said Crystal petulantly.
Mrs. Vanders leaned back and absentmindedly brushed a invisible spec off her red skirt. “Is that that all? I mean just a few hits?” She gazed at Crystal thoughtfully and then leaned forwards again.
“I don’t think you understand the power of what I’m offering you, Miss. Lacy.  If subduing men is what you enjoy, with one command, you could have every male you know down on his knees waiting for you to crack his manhood like a lobster shell. Just imagine the noise a well place kick would make, or better yet, when you pop one.  Oh yes, didn’t you know? Men’s testicles are incredibly delicate, and I’m sure even that dainty little foot of yours could burst their nuts like ripe grapes. If emasculating a man is what you find fun, imagine them offering up their ‘manhood’ too you, and then having them cleaning up the mess afterwards so you could go out and have a facial. They wouldn’t remember any of it, and you could even pretend that they did it to themselves. It would be, shall we say, the perfect crime.”
“Are you saying,” said Crystal, as she slowly caught on, ”that I could make Ron and my dad and my dip-wad brother let me do anything to them, and do anything I say? And not remember it at all?” Crystal’s eyes went wide with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s totally awesome.” A thousand forms of humiliation flashed through her head. The possibilities were endless.
 And then suddenly, her expression turned shrewd. “How much will this ‘man-control’ cost me?”
Mrs. Vanders smiled slightly, and then took out a small lavender card, made of stiff, expensive paper and wrote down something with a black S.T. Dupont pen, its gold plaited nib scratching loudly in the silence. She passed the card over to Crystal.
Crystal could barely keep from sucking in her breath. She was used to throwing down thousands of dollars in a single purchase, but this was something else entirely. The figure had an awful lot of zeros. Still, as she considered the powder and its powers, this would not only give her something to brag about to her girlfriends at school, but it would give her an opportunity to get revenge on her irritating brother and her horny boyfriend. And, what the heck, even let her bust the two balls that helped make her. All those zeros’ were actually starting to seem like a bargain.
“Do you accept checks?” She asked brightly.
The proprietress smiled wryly. “Of course.”
A half-hour later Crystal was back at home, the limo driver having dropped her off before going to collect Ron, her boyfriend, and that reject of a brother Eric from the skateboard park where they were practicing like delinquents. David, her father, was in the atrium on a chaise longue sipping on a mohito and working away on his laptop. David, like many people in Hollywood was a movie producer, and also like many people in Hollywood he had a flawless body – toned, tanned and trim. He wasn’t bulky, but smooth and muscular, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and wore vintage gold wire rimmed glasses. Today he had his shirt off and was only wearing some khakis and some white socks. As Crystal came in she noticed that his pants set off his bulge to nice affect and she couldn’t wait to take control of what lay beneath them.
“Hi dad,” she said, walking over to him, and then leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
David looked up, “Have a nice day shopping?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh yeah. I found some things you wouldn’t believe.” Crystal walked up the marble staircase to her room and put away the cloths she’d bought and then spent some time deciding on an appropriate outfit for busting testicles. Something girly and pink should do nicely. She undressed and then slipped into a Nina Ricci dress, put on some soft pink cashmere socks and finally some nice pink heeled Blahniks with little bows at the toe. She re-did her makeup to match the pink tones of her outfit, plumped up her pert breasts, and gave herself a manicure, pink of course. Just about the time she’d finished she heard the two boys come through the front door, talking loudly as they always did. Crystal went over to the bag containing the powder, slipped it into her cleavage, and walked down stairs to make her “menfolk” something nice and soothing to drink.
“That three-sixty was KILLER,” said Ron.
“Yeah, did you see the way I edged off the side wall?” said Eric.
“Totally. You’re like a god, or something. Next time you’ll show me how to do that,” remarked Ron
The two teens were gabbing in the hallway. Ron, Crystal’s boyfriend, had dark brown hair, a decent body, and clear tan skin. Eric was somewhat shorter than Ron, had sandy brown hair like his father, and was in a scruffy outfit, suitable for skateboarding. You’d never guess that his father was a billionaire.
Crystal stopped in front of them. “You two totally look like you could use something to drink. I was on my way to fix myself a Coke Zero, care for something?”
“Thanks, hon,” said Ron. “I’ll have one too.”
“Like get me a soda now, woman!” commanded Eric, snapping his fingers. Crystal stuck her  cute little pink tongue out at him. He returned the gesture. Crystal kissed Ron on the cheek, pivoted on her heel and walked away. Crystal decided she was going to humiliate and punish Eric the most, the little brat.
“Dad, can I freshen your drink?” she said loudly.
“Sure, honey, if you wouldn’t mind. There’s a pitcher in the fridge.”
Several minutes later Crystal returned, the little vial between her breasts now empty. “Here you go, dad.” She watched him take a long, sustain drink.
“Thanks,” he said, never looking up from his monitor.
Then she walked into the living room where the two boys had settled down into an Xbox 360 game. She set the drinks down in front of them. Both boys grabbed their soda’s and guzzled them down. Crystal smiled to herself. Mrs. Vanders had said it would take 15 minutes for the powder to take effect, so all she had to do now was wait. In the mean time she would make a call to her aunt Teresa. Teresa was a plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills, and wealthy in her own right. She was also a man-hating, ballbusting lesbian, and Crystal had no doubts that she’d be only too happy to come and fix up three men once Crystal was done with them. Crystal also had time to set up the video camera so that she could blackmail her brother with the footage.
Crystal looked down at her pink Versace watch. The fifteen minutes was up. She walked into the living room. Both boys were playing their game. Now it was time to see if all those zero’s she'd paid would pay off.
“So boys, how you feeling?”
“Fine,” they both said. The were both wrapped up in their game, but their voices had a slight "zombie" quality to them, like they weren't all there. Crystal decided to test her video camera first with some old fashioned humiliation. She turned it on and said to Eric, "Eric, tell me how much you love to suck cock and balls."
To her surprise, Eric dropped his controller and turned to face her.
"I LOVE to suck cock and balls," said Eric in a completely deadpan voice.
"OK," said Crystal, "Tell Ron how much you want to suck HIS cock and balls."
Eric reached over to his friend, who was still playing, and rubbed his basket. "I want to suck your cock and balls, Ron," said Eric in a seductive voice.
"Ron," said Crystal, "Let Eric play with your nuts and cock."
"OK." he said simply. He dropped his controller too and unzipped his fly. As usual the horndog wasn't wearing underwear, and with gentleness Eric reached into Ron's pants and pulled out the boy's equipment. Then, as Crystal zoomed in with her camera so she could film the action, Eric leaned over and began to gently lick and suck on Ron's cock. Naturally, it began to harden.
"Take it all in, Eric," said Crystal. "I want to see you deepthroat that thing."
"Mmmmhmmm," said Eric. He began to give Ron head, and Ron moaned. Crystal had seen his dong plenty of times, but never this big and engorged. It was as big as a dick could possibly be, and Crystal suspected it was the Powder's effect.
"Eric, squeeze his balls too, like you're trying to pop them."
"Mphttthh," he replied, his mouth filled with man-meat.
"Awww FUCK, my nuts," moaned Ron as Eric began to squeeze one nut in each of his hands.
"Do you like that, Ron?" asked Crystal. "Tell the camera how much you love having your dick sucked and your balls crushed."
"Oh yeah, it's great. Eric has a great mouth and . . . 'nnnnngggg' . . . FUCK my nuts feel so good being squeezed."
"Tell him to squeeze harder."
"FUCK. Eric squeeze me harder, make my nuts mush." Eric really bore down on the twin gonads. Ron began to cough, and using her hand to lift up Ron's shirt, Crystal got a close up of his muscular abs rippling from the nut-pain. Meanwhile, Eric was really using his mouth to good effect as he gave Ron an expert blowjob. Crystal giggled. It was great to see her lame-ass brother worship some other guy's prong. He'd never live this down. The little twerp considered himself to be a real lady's man. She could blackmail him with this for the rest of his goddamn life.
"Ron, are you getting close to cumming?" she asked her boyfriend. She knew from experience that Ron had a short fuse.
"Oh yeah, nnnnnmmmm, CRAP this is so hot. SHIT that hurts."
"OK, then. Eric stop what you're doing and get undressed I only want your socks on."
Eric stopped sucking instantly and scrambled on the couch to get undressed. He pulled off his shirt, then his pants, shucked off his shoes and slid down his underwear. He was sporting a big ol' woody too.
"Ron, since Eric was so nice as to worship your manhood, why don't you return the favor? But before you do, give him, like, lots of passionate kisses."
The two teens were best friends, but neither of them would in their entire life would want to french kiss each other. But, thanks to the Powder, they had no choice. Ron grabbed Eric by the back of the head, and pressed his lips to Eric's, plunging his tongue deep down the other boy's throat. It was hot. It was steamy. It was electric. They were really macking. In fact they seemed to be really into each other, one boy naked, the other with his tackle hanging out and rigid prick pressed against the other's. Crystal began to get a little bit aroused herself. She briefly wondered if she should start watching gay porn online. This was HOT.
"Ron, worship my brother's dick and then jack it while you suck hard on his nuts."
"Oh YEAH," said Ron. "Love to." Ron stopped kissing his naked friend, and leaned over. He kissed just the tip of Eric's dick, gently tonguing his piss slit, and then mouthing and sucking on just Ron's purple head and then letting the head pop out of his mouth. Suck, *pop, suck, *pop. Then he ran his tongue down the length of Eric's shaft to go and slurp in his dangling huevos. Ron's cheeks bulged with Eric's two fat eggs, and with one hand he stroked Eric's rigid shaft.
Eric's boner was already leaking pre-jizz and Crystal zoomed in to see it seep out in little spurting drizzles. Eric was groaning as Ron's tongue and teeth worked over his balls. Ron was pulling them and sucking them hard.
 
"Ron, do those nuts taste good?"
 
"Mmmhmmm" he gurggled.
 
"Why don't you pick one and try chewing on it. Eric, choose one of your nuts and BEG Ron to try and pop and eat it."
 
"Oh fuck yeah. OK. Ron baby, chew on my left nut. OH yeah. Oh, it's so thick and fat and full of sperm butter. FUCK yeah. Jeezus that hurts. Chew on my tough oyster and then swallow it and eat it. I want it to become part of you. My little nut in your stomach." There was a pause as Ron processed the instructions and then "AAAAAHHHHHHHH" screamed Eric as Ron really did bite down hard on the big left testicle that was between his molars. But testes are tough, and no matter how hard he chewed, the damn thing simply wouldn't burst. Seeing this, Crystal told him to stop. She didn't want blood and gore all over the place.
 
"Ron stop chewing on his balls. Get up and get undressed except your socks. We're going to go into the living room."
 
Ron instantly stopped what he was doing and shed his cloths. Soon he was just like Eric. Both had nice muscular bodies, lightly tanned and smooth as butter.
 
"Follow me, boys," said Crystal. The three marched into where Crystal had set up a still camera, on a tripod, and she told the two teens to get on their hands and knees a short distance from it while she oriented the camera and focused it properly. When it was just to her liking, she let it be and stood in front of her brother and her boyfriend.
 
"Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to stand behind you and kick your heuvos and when I do you're going to bark like the naughty dogs you are. Let's see if I can't rupture one of your balls and turn you from studs into bitches. Understand? And no letting your faces drop. I want you both looking into the camera while I punt you. I want it to capture the faces you make when I flatten your onions."
 
Both boys bobbed their heads in acknowledgment. Crystal circled around so that she could see their dangling scrotums and the vid-cam on the tripod and chose her brainless boyfriend first. WHAM. A solid kick to his ball-sack. Ron howled. She kicked her boyfriend between the legs again. SMACK. Ron gurgled in the back of his throat in pain. Then Crystal went sideways to kick her brother's balls, not just once or twice but six times. Her foot almost hurt from connecting with his hard little balls. Stupid boy. Stupid boy who ululated like a wounded wolf looking straight into the camera. Crystal couldn't be more pleased.
 
Back and forth between them, she went, occasionally squeezing their ballbags to check for ruptures and herniation. 'None so far', she noted. Both boy's bodies were covered in sweat both from the pain and as a byproduct of the powder. For a full ten minutes the boys received an unforgiving pummeling of their livelihoods just for their sister's twisted sense of enjoyment. Finally Eric collapsed and actually wretched while Ron was rolling on the marble floor whimpering as he held himself. Crystal smiled cruelly. This stuff was too good to be true.
 
Leaving the boys to their own miserable states, she walked into the adjoining room where her father was.
 
"Dad, like how are you feelin'?" she asked him.
"Fine," he said in a curious monotone.
 
"It's getting rather hot in here dad, why not take off your pants and underwear."
 
"Good idea, sweety" The sexy 30 year old set aside his laptop and stood up. He was already bare-chested and undid the belt buckle holding up his khaki's. Then he pulled down his pants and his boxer-briefs. Out popped his cock and balls. The very set that had given Crystal her life.
 
"Dad, get on your knees, put your hands on your head, and BEG me to totally kick your big fat balls. Like, right now." Petite Crystal stood there, hands on her hips with a pout on her face, her injected plump pink lips pursed in displeasure.
 
"Of course dear, anything you say. You're my little girl, after all." The handsome man knelt before his daughter and spread his knees. He wasn't erect yet so his dick somewhat hid a full view of his balls. Crystal's frown deepened. She yelled to her brother, "On second thought, Eric get your nutsack in here and give dad a nice blowjob. I want him hard when I crack his eggs."
 
Eric and Ron limped in, both holding themselves. Eric got on his hands and knees, crawled over to his father, and gently sucked in his father's dick. Ron just stood and watched. Crystal had an idea. She reached under her dress and pulled her pink panties down and stepped out of them. She sat down on the edge of the chaise longue and spread her own legs.
 
"Ron, come give me some pleasure with that tongue of yours. I want that whirlwind tongue of yours moving at full tilt inside me."
 
Ron just nodded and kneeled before his girlfriend. He stuck his head under her dress, between her legs and began to lap at her tight pink Valleygirl twat, nosing it deeply. Crystal moaned. So did her father. Her brother was doing his best to get his father rigid with excitement. Even in such a large room, the smell of sex began to permeate. You know the smell, that heady mixture of saliva, pre-jack and a dripping honeypot. Musky and sweet.
 
In the middle of Crystal's pleasure, Eric's voice broke in. "Dad's hard now sis."
 
Electricity was mounting in her mound. "Like totally keep him hard. I'll deal with him in a second." Crystal used her hands to pull Ron's and head and tongue deeper and deeper in her. Oh, the pleasure was pure liquid Ecstasy (which she'd tried once at a rave she went to). Finally a shuddering and waves of pleasure splashed all over her body like warm tingling lightning. Ron came up for air, and Crystal licked her moist pink lips. She used her hands to make Ron look up at her and then she blasted his balls with her leg. The pain his eyes was amazing. He was so vulnerable right now, both his balls and his face beet red from being worked over. She kicked him again, and then again until he sagged to her feet.
 
"Eric trade places with Ron. Ron, go give my dad's cock some desperate loving. And Eric I'm going to film you going down on me."
 
Both boys complied and soon her stupid brother was worshiping her pussy just as Ron had. But of course she had her video camera in one hand, and was able to film both activities.
 
"Dad how is Ron doing?"
 
"Mmmm. He's great Crystal. His mouth is warm and moist and he has great suction."
 
"Excellent. Eric, tongue me better than that or I'll make you suffocate. Yes, that's better. Oh yes, mmmmm." Crystal was bucking her hips into Eric's face while David, her father, was bucking his hips into Ron's face. Soon she was in the throws of another orgasm, from her brother's stimulation and she made sure to focus on her brother's face between her legs and the grunts he was making trying to please her.
 
David was moaning in pleasure, but Crystal would soon change that. When she'd had enough of Eric's pleasuring she got up. "Eric, Ron, Dad, on your hands and knees and spread your legs for me."
 
All three males were rock hard and eager to please their tormentor. Crystal set up the still camera again, and then proceeded to kick them in the balls for about a half hour. She drove the hard pint of her high heels into their vulnerable heuvos. Their nuts bounced, their erections waggled back and forth and their faces displayed their pain for the camera. it was wonderful! Well for Crystal at least. Eventually she stopped and took a breather while the men held themselves and moaned. Eric was actually crying a bit, and Crystal zoomed in on the tears on his face. After today, Eric wouldn't never again be able to claim he was a "super man".
 
Crystal got a glass of water for herself, and some ice cubes. She sipped the water and ran the ice over her breasts and popped them inside her pussy to cool herself down. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and her cunt was a floodplain of moisture. Time to permanently cripple her father and her brother. Ron she would leave intact in case she decided to marry the big lug. She could always break him after their first child.
 
She walked back into the living room and snapped her fingers to get their attention. "Dad and Eric  sit with your butts on the floor and spread your legs for me." Holding the camera in one hand she walked up to Eric. "Tell me which testicle I should burst Eric."
 
The brown haired boy looked up at her "Which ever one you want sis." Crystal jammed her foot into his junk. "No, I want YOU to choose. Tell me which nut to crush and how much you want it destroyed."
 
"OOOOPPHHH. Ok," he croaked, "I guess you should destroy my big ol' lefty. It's my favorite nut and I think it should go first."
 
"And . . . ?" Prompted Crystal, jamming her foot into his package again.
 
"And I really want you to pop it, sis," said Eric as he licked his lips. "See, I'm all hard and excited that you're going to nut me, sis. So please do it now, and make it painful."
 
"Like I totally will," she replied with a cruel grin. Crystal stepped down on his left ball and began to grind it into the unforgiving marble floor. Be fat ball squished flat and ballooned at the edges. Eric squealed like a stuck pig. It was wonderful. Crystal could feel his manhood going flatter and flatter and she pressed and twisted the toe of her shoe to make the testicle's destruction as painful as possible. Flatter and flatter it went and Eric's whine got higher and higher pitched, but Crystal wanted to actually record the testicle's pop so she stuffed her panties into his mouth so that they all could hear it. And it happened several minutes into her crushing it. A soft little "POP" could be heard and then his nut's contents oozed into his scrotum. Eric's eye's rolled back into his head and he fell back into a dead faint. Now it was time for David to lose a nut.
 
Leaving her lame brother comatose, she walked over to her father. She stood between his legs and stepped out of her high heels. Now she was just in her little pink fluffy socks, and she placed her right heel over his right testicle. She bore down on the nugget.
 
"Tell me what it feels like, daddy, to burst your bubble?"
 
"Oh SHIT that hurts so much, honey. It's like my whole world is coming to an end."
 
"It is father. I promise you after this month, your reproductive life will totally come to an end." She ground her heel into his soft ball until it too burst with a "POP" but she wanted to hurt him even more so she stomped down on the squishy little thing for quite a while, the camera picking up the squelching noises it made as it was turned to goo. It wasn't too long before her father passed out as well, and she let him.
 
Crystal walked over to Ron and told him to stand up and let her have access to his nuts, which he did. She then proceeded to knee his puny nuts until he too fainted. She was surrounded by hunky guys who'd passed out, naked, on the floor, with huge, puffy, swollen scrotums. It was wonderful. Crystal filmed their supine forms and then turning off the camera she went upstairs to have another shower and to clean up their mess. But . . . . she was already thinking about her next trip to the boutique to buy more of the Powder of Submission.