Thursday, December 14, 2017

(M/M) In the Marines and Abroad - Part 3 - NEW

A short but critical point in Brad's life. Enjoy.
 
In the Marines and Abroad - Part 3
 
There was a dim light and a sense of heat as Brad slowly came too. He found himself hanging against a wall, in chains, in some sort of shabby dungeon. It smelled musty and slightly foul, as if it wasn't cleaned very often.
 
As he hung there Brad gradually remembered what had happened. He'd been out on a scouting mission, there had been an explosion, and then he'd felt himself being moved, dragged actually, probably by the native militants. And this, apparently, was where he'd been brought to. Now, presumably, he'd have to wait to find out what they were going to do with him. Or to him. And so he waited, at first calmly, but then as he realized that the native militants had no love for Americans, he began to worry, and not only worry for himself, but also for knowing that he might never see Russ again. That singular though put more dread in him than not knowing, for instance, about what had happened to the rest of his scouting party. Maybe they were elsewhere, but alive, or maybe all dead, but regardless, they weren't his Russ.
 
Still fully dressed Brad tested the chains that held him, but they were new and strong, and there was no breaking free through shear strength. And so he waiting. About an hour, he estimated, before someone finally came into his cell. It was a man dressed all in black, with a black turban, and long flowing black robes. All Brad could see was the man's face, deeply weathered, and with fierce, cruel ice-blue eyes. Unusual eyes for someone of local descent.
 
In thickly accented English, the man said, "So you are awake now. Good. I will wait no longer for you to revive. You will now feel the punishment of being an infidel and even worse, an American." And with one quick fluid motion he jerked his knee straight into Brad's nuts. WHAM. Then again. WHAM. Then a third time WHAM. But unlike most men, Brad's unwilling response was to get an erection. It was the first time Brad had ever been embarrassed about being aroused, and by testicle pain at that, but there it was. Brad was getting a boner over being tortured. The lump in his camos was apparent. This seemed to amuse his torturer.
 
"Interesting, American dog, I see you actually like my methods of male destruction. Very well, let's see how much you enjoy it." The man stepped back and began methodically kicking Brad in the balls with what were rather strong legs, for all that they couldn't be seen by Brad. The pain was significant, but somehow the threat of potential destruction blossomed in Brad's crotch and brain. It was horrible but thrilling. More than likely this man who was kicking him had never seen anyone enjoy testicular pain before, and it wasn't clear if he would take care not to permanently damage his captive.
 
The more the man kicked him, the more Brad's dick strained its confines. It was mortifying and thrilling at the same time. It was as if Brad's dick really had it's own brain, it's own impulses, it's own destiny, to have it's twin companions beaten to a mush by anyone of the male sex. Apparently the fact this man was the "enemy" was irrelevant. What mattered was their imminent rupture. But, in fact, Brad's captor was more nuanced than Brad had first given him credit for. After about three minutes of solid nut-kicks and a growing pre-cum stain on Brad's crotch the man stopped and assessed Brad, whose body was limp from equal parts pain and pleasure. The man gently, and briefly, grasped Brad's face, turning it side to side,  and after noting Brad's semi-conscious state then pulled out a huge knife from his belt and first cut away Brad's shirt, revealing a ripped white torso, and then used it cut Brad's belt and pants until Brad was in nothing but his boots and his green military issue briefs. Even if his captor wasn't gay, most anyone could appreciate this American Adonis for his shear virility and beauty. The man then grasped Brad's walnuts through the brief's thin material and began to squeeze them. At first gently, as if he were testing ripe fruit (squeeze, release, squeeze, release), but then with more and more concentrated vigor. The man was of indeterminate age but he was still young enough to still have plenty of strength in his fingers and he was normally adept at using them to break the wills of enemy soldiers but in Brad's case, simply made this enemy's penis leak yet more sticky fluid. This intrigued the torturer to no end. 'What is this man's issue?' thought the Arab to himself. He began to twist and pull on the captive's testes while he squeezed them. Just to see what the effect would be. Brad's head thrashed around and he emitted a low moan, but there was a hint of sexual gratification in that moan. Like a stallion mounting his last female before being castrated. Like a virile bull bellowing at having his bollocks crushed at the hands of his most trusted handlers. There was something so basic and primitive about this man's moaning that it made the Arab slightly aroused himself. Much to his own surprise, in fact. He let go of this white-man's nuts and ran his calloused hands over Brad's chest. He tweaked Brad's nipples and squeezed this man's pecs as he might a woman's breasts.
 
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he cut off the captive's underwear and grabbed Brad's hips, and using them as leverage he began to knee Brad's crotch. At first just once or twice, to gauge their effect to Brad's pulsing member and when he noticed it's impressive length and girth, he made it his personal goal to see if he could deflate the thing from the very source of its pleasure. Pain.
 
With all the force he could muster, the Arab began to pound Brad's naked puds. Over and over the man's thigh bounced off the two battered bubbles that made Brad a bonnefide man. The two ovals of male flesh were swelling nicely. Nicely enough to fill Brad's scrotum like two turkey eggs and became ever more springy and plump. And had this continued on, it would have meant the inevitable destruction of Brad's balls. But before that could happen there was a disturbance outside Brad's cell. There was a lot of shouting in Arabic, some sporadic gun fire, and then the door to Brad's cell banged open. There stood Russ, his face red with exertion and anger. He took one look at the situation and raised his pistol. With a single shot between the eyes, he killed the Arab insurgent who was brutalizing his lover, and  kicked the body to the wall. He rushed over to hold Brad, gently, and to be there for him, in anyway he could conceive. Brad's mental state, however, was as resilient as his manhood, and he just chuckled.
 
"Well, now I have two reasons to be happy to see you, Russ," said Brad with relief plain in his voice. "I have a feeling that Arab would have very happily nutted me." Russ's reply to this statement was a vicious kiss to his lover. And he held Brad tightly before replying.
 
"I dunno, maybe he would have," said Russ, "but I'd much rather do that myself,". With a wink and a smile he said, "These belong to me now, remember?", followed by another, this time more gentle, kiss. Then Russ whispered into Brad's ear "But let's get you dressed before anyone else shows up. I'm not sure how I'd explain this thing," stroking Brad's rigid member with admiration
 
Brad sighed with disappointment. "OK, then" he said, "What's left of my shirt?"

Monday, December 4, 2017

(f/m) Jill and the Football Team - Interlude - NEW

A little fun freebee.
 
Jill and the Football Team - Interlude
 
It was just about three in the morning when a quiet sobbing awoke Jill. Jill was snuggled up in her down comforter and nubbly flannel sheets. She was wearing her pink pajamas and her white fuzzy socks. The crying was coming from three beds to her left, where Jason was supposed to be sleeping. Jason was a quiet boy with black hair and deep blue eyes. He was handsome and muscular, but for some reason he was crying.
 
Jill slipped out of her bed and tiptoed in the dark to where he was laying. Then she got under covers with him, and whispered, "What's wrong Jason?"
 
Jason was naked except some socks and his red eye's glittered in the reflection of the fire which had burned down to embers.
 
"Jill," he whispered back, "I'm afraid of losing my cock and balls. I'm afraid everyone will hate me because I'm missing some or all of my manhood. I'm afraid I won't be a man after this."
 
Jill gently touched his face with one hand. "Jason, what you have hanging between your legs doesn't make you a man. What makes you a man is protecting those who can't protect themselves. What makes you a man is honoring your parents and your girlfriends, and your friends. What makes you a man is being strong, reliable and acting honorably. It's your attitude that makes you a real man, not these." Jill reached under the covers and gently grasped his dick and two fat nuts. She gave his berries a squeeze and stroked his cock, which naturally came to life. Soon it was pulsing with blood and male vitality.
 
"But what will people think if they see me looking like, like a freak?" Jason's voice trembled with fear.
 
"Losing your nuts or your dick are actually marks of courage. It say's you're willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the pleasure of others. It says you're selfless and virtuous. And if anyone thinks otherwise, then they can jolly well go hang. You're you no matter what, no matter what hangs between your legs. Jason I have faith in you, that you're strong enough and brave enough to give me your manhood. I think you'll find you enjoy offering them up to me."
 
Jason began to relax and he stopped trembling.
 
"You really think it's OK, then?"
 
"It's more than OK. If other men knew how pleasurable it is to orgasm after your ball is popped they'd be lining up to let me emasculate them."
 
"I just feel funny about all the other guys watching it happen." Jason was becoming emotionally aroused at his little princess fondling and squeezed his junk with her warm little hands.
 
"Well, there's no one downstairs right now. Everyone else is asleep. Let's go down and I'll show you what I mean."
 
Jason threw back the covers on his bed, and let Jill grasp his throbbing member and she used it to guide him across the room, down two flights of stairs and into the breakfast table.
 
"Let me stoke the fire," said Jason. Jill let go of his erection and let him gather some firewood.  He added some paper and logs and within a few moments the fire was popping and crackling away merrily. The whole kitchen began to heat up and Jason's ballsack loosened and dropped low. Jill climbed up on one of the chairs.
 
"Come," she said gently. "Put your balls on the chair. We'll pop one right now, and you can stroke yourself to completion. You'll see for yourself how life changing rupturing a nut can be."
 
Jason slowly kneeled before his princess and with one hand placed his nutsack on the chair, then he gently grasped his rigid prick and began to gently stroke it. He looked up at Jill. She was smiling down at him. With one hand she cupped his right cheek and placed one fuzzy foot over his left testicle. For some reason she always like popping the left over the right, as the left was usually larger and more meaty. It often made a louder popping noise when ruptured. She put her heel on his testicle and began let her weight fall on it, slowly, inch by inch, pound by pound. Her gaze never left Jason's eyes, and Jill's eyes were full of love and compassion.
 
"It's bravery like this that makes you a man Jason. I get to push your manhood to its limits and you get to feel something very few men ever get to - the ultimate sacrifice."
 
Jason nodded, and a small tear formed in the corner of his eye. This was a tear of joy, that he would be proving his manhood to this little blond doll. A blond doll who at this moment had complete control of him, and there was something so thrilling about that control. The pain was rising in his nut, and it began to steal his breath away. It was so painful. A pain that just went on and on.
 
Jill began to grind the little balsey under her heel and she could feel the thing flatten. Jason's dick was swelling with anticipation, and it was clear the climax was near. In the flicking firelight, Jill could see Jason's eyes getting wider and wider as his primitive primate brain wrestled with the unbelievable fact that he was about to loose half his manhood. To a 10 year old girl, no less.
 
She cupped his full face. "Can you feel it flatten, Jason, it's about to give way. Stroke faster, we need to both go at the same time, otherwise you might pass out before you come." Harder and faster he jacked himself, and deeper and deeper into his testicle she pressed her foot. This was a moment of a silent fever; fever as Jason's body flushed with excitement and pain, and fever for Jill's body as it flushed with anticipation over another busted nut. Faster and faster was the furious fisting, and deeper and deeper stepped the foot.
 
 And then in a single joyous instant, the testicle under Jill's foot popped with a loud "POPPING" sound, and Jason's left testicle exploded under Jill's foot. BLOOP. A wet muffled explosion. At the same time a geyser of semen spurted from the tip of Jason's dick and Jason's body shuddered at the forced release of his issue. Jason's breathing was loud and erratic. Jill and Jason were still looking into each other's eyes, and what Jill saw was ecstasy mixed with abject pain mixed with realization and what Jason saw in Jill's beautiful blue eyes was utter happiness and contentment. Spurt after spurt coated Jason's equipment and the chair itself. And Jill continued to squish Jason's testicular remains, pressing deeply into the ruptured ball until it was just smooth butter. Nut butter.
 
"You see, Jason. It's the most wonderful thing to crush a testicle. You're a brave and valiant man." Jason gave a little sigh, of almost relief, and mumbled, "I believe you now, Jill," and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed backwards. Jill let him. She gazed down at him for a while, noticing his beautiful body glisten in the firelight, and then she went upstairs, and woke Sean so he could patch Jason up. Jill crawled back into her cozy bed, and waited a while until Sean had carried the patched up, but still unconscious, boy and put him to bed. Then Jill fell back asleep and had sweet peaceful dreams.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

(f/groupmM) Jill and the Football Team Part 2 - NEW


Jill and the Football Team Part 2

 

Next it was off to the sauna. Jill had never been in a sauna before. It turned out to be a steam room made of cut pine wood with some hot rocks to create the steam. She opened the door and walked in. It was hot and moist, and there were three guys inside, each draped with a while towel over their junk. It was Jarret, the assistant coach, Ian and Paul, and Jill hopped up onto the bench to sit next to Paul.

 

"How are you feeling?" asked Jill

 

Paul, a handsome boy with brown hair and hazel eyes replied, "Horny, and my nuts itch."

 

"I can help with that," said Jill. She reached under his towel and grasped his walnuts with both hands. She then began to squeeze them, digging her thumbs into the two soft orbs. Paul melted into an ecstasy of voluptuous itching, and slumped against the pine wall. A low, slow moan escaped his lips, and his eyelids fluttered. Jill was really giving his nuts a work-over. Deeper into each ball, Jill pushed her thumbs. She could feel the things bulge around them. More groaning from Paul. "Fuck yeah," he whispered, "fuck yeah". About this time, Paul's cock broke free from the confines of his towel, and the towel parted to reveal the crotch where Jill's two hands were buried. Paul had an average sized wiener and some slightly larger than average nuts. Both cock and balls were red and engorged, with a little trickle of clear pre-jack glistening pearl-like on his cock's tip. Jill took one finger, and scooped up the drop of pre-jack from his member.

 

"Open your mouth, Paul." said Jill. The moaning boy did so, and then Jill dropped the cum-pearl on his tongue. "Eat it," ordered Jill. Paul complied. "What did it taste like?" she asked. "Sweet," he replied. Jill smiled and went back to her squeezing. "Stroke yourself," she commanded. "OK," mumbled Paul, He began to rub his cock with one hand, and Jill began to pull on his goobers as well as squeeze the life out of them. But her little fingers were not strong enough to pop them, much to Jill's dismay.

 

The other two guys in the room were watching and rubbing their cocks through their towels.

 

"I think I'll have to lean on one of your balls to pop it, and I really want to pop your left nut, Paul. How do you feel about that?"

 

"I gave you permission to destroy my junk. So have at it."

 

"You're really sure I should pop your testicle?"

 

"Yeah, it just seems right for you to do it. Go ahead. It will be fun."

 

"OK." Jill turned to Jarret, the assistant coach. "I think Paul should be made to enjoy his de-nutting. I want you to suck his cock while I destroy it. Then he can cum in your nice soft, wet mouth. OK Jarret?"

 

Jarrent nodded, whipped off his own towel, and started sucking off Paul, while stroking his own cock. Jill placed Paul's left nut on the raw pine wood, and then planted her knee on it. It was a bit wobbly at first but she began to put more and more weight on the doomed bubble. It bulged from the center out, and began to turn bright pink. Nutmeat began too ooze out on either side of her knee, and she began to grind her knee into the doomed gland. Rupture couldn't be far away. Inside Jarret's mouth Paul's cock swelled larger and larger, as it often does just before ejaculation, and then with a crisp, audible POP, the testicle burst underneath Jill's knee. Paul grunted as he simultaneously came into Jarret's hot mouth. Jarret swallowed and swallowed this young teen's fresh, hot spunk. Paul's body was glistening from sweat, and Jill continued to mash the testicle into a spermy goo so that no lumps remained. The heady orgasm plus gutwrenching pain, made Paul pass out with a small little sigh. The other two men came as well, their sticky lines of cum coating the fresh pine slats, and the whole steam-room smelled like steamy semen. It was a heady scent. Once Paul's boner deflated. Jarret stopped sucking on it, and instead squished around Paul's ruptured nut. It was the first popped nut he'd ever felt, and found it fascinating, and knowing full well that Jill would pop one of his own before the weekend was through. He even harbored a deep secret longing that maybe she should completely neuter him instead. Completely castrate him so that he could live for the rest of his life without the pressure of sex. Jarret imagined his own emasculation - it would be two unique orgasms one after another and a once-in-a-lifetime experience to lose his balls.

 

Jill was satisfied with her newest bursting, and left the sauna, her body coated with a thin oily sheen of kid-sweat. She went up stairs, took a bath and came back downstairs in a cute little pink dress, pink fuzzy socks, and a nice blue bow in her hair. She entered the second level to find a number of guys stroking off to hot sex on the flatscreen and chugging down beer after beer. The room smelled like sex and fermented hops. Jill went to the center of the room and decided she wanted nuts. Lots of nuts.

 

"OK, my lovely boys. I want a ball party."

 

"A what?" asked David.

 

"A ball party. I'll lay on the floor, and then one guy will drop his balls into my mouth, two on either side so I can play with your balls with my hands, and two guys at my feet so I can play with your balls through my fuzzy socks. Then I want you all to jack off, and when you come, I want you to lick your own cum off of me."

 

"Oh. We can do that." Jill lay down on the floor and opened her mouth. David came over and kneeled on either side of her head. Then he spread his knees until his dangling ball-pouch dropped into her pert, pink little mouth. Jill slurped them in. Anthony kneeled to her left side and guided her hands to his nuts, while Jason did the same on her right and Patrick pressed her left foot into his ghoolies, whilst Peter did the same for her right foot. Soon Jill was sucking, squeezing and kneading nuts all at the same time. All five boys were moaning as they stroked themselves. Nut pain can be such an aphrodisiac. The thrill of knowing that someone was in possession of your most intimate and powerful body parts and would most likely destroy them too, sent a chill up all the boy's spines.

 

Jill sucked and squeezed and kneaded. Five sets of testicle at her command and all of the boys horny as hell. She took a moment to really chow down on David's two testicles, then she switched to squeezing just Anthony's nuts, then Jason's, and then going down the line to really press her toes into Peter and Patrick's packages. Patrick's big fat African balls really bobbed around, and Jill loved their feeling so much she began to dig her heel into them, wondering if she could pop one or both like this. The idea of castrating the big half-black boy seemed especially sexy. No one said she couldn't, after all. Maybe if she could rupture him completely she could then collect his cock as well as his balls, and have a complete set of mantackle for her collection. Her first negroid set of babymakers and joystick. And the same for Ian Ito, her first Asian knick-knackers.

 

In her mouth, David's balls swirled around. She lodged one nut between each set of molars and began to bite, her hard teeth making sharp dents in his soft scrotal skin. David began to whine as Jill's teeth compressed his balls in unnatural ways. With her hands she was twisting and squeezing the four balls at her mercy, plunging thumbs into nut-hearts, and pulling on scrotums and then twisting the scrotum for added pain. But it was her feet that were the worst. For she started ramming her sock covered heel into the two sets of balls that were there, making Peter and Patrick jump with each smash, and their six-pack abs ripple.

 

"Fuck YEAH," yelled Peter. "Smash my nuts, OH GOD, they itch so bad."

 


"NO," cried David, "mine itch more, chew harder, pop the fuckers."

 

"Squeeze mine harder, maybe even punch them," said Jason in a pleading voice. "My nuts itch so bad. Anything to make it stop!"

 

Jill redoubled her maceration of the testicles at her disposal. At each distal end, she endeavored to completely macerate these boy's ghoolies. Their stroking became furious, and their breathing became heavy and rhythmic. *CHEW* *SQUEEZE* *PUNT*. Jill was working up a sweat as she tried to rupture as many nuts as she could.

 

Then all the boys began to grunt as they came. No balls were popped, but the heady feelings of pain and pleasure had reached a culminating point and they just couldn't reign in their orgasms any longer. David's ribbons of cum coated Jill dress. The two boys on the side coated her arms, and the two boys at her feet dribbled into her warm, fuzzy socks. They all immediately began to lick it off their little princess, tasting their own sweet salty sticky issue as they did so.

 

All five boys returned to the couch, replete and satisfied. Jill got up, look down at her sticky dress, and declared she was going to take another bath and then change. It was about dinner time: an organic salad, prime rib, loaded mash potatoes, and grilled vegetables. All the naked, horny men went downstairs and ate with gusto, each squeezing their own balls, or helping someone else to relieve the itching pressure in their balls.

 

Jill was now in a pert blue little dress, and wearing sky blue fuzzy socks. She ate her food, and then with the rest of the boys, went to the bunks and lay down for a mid day nap. Soon there was lots of snoring. The naps lasted about two hours, and then everyone woke up. Most of the guys wanted to use the gym so they were all stuffed and stacked up in the workout room. Jill watched them for a while, and then started making her own contribution. One guy was on a bench lifting weights, naked of course, so Jill walked in and planted her knee in his groin.

 

"Lets see how many reps you can do with my knee in your babymakers!" said Jill brightly.

 

OOF, "one" OOF, "two" OOF, "three" this went on until the guy had to stop at 30 reps while his balls were being smashed into the bench. After the set, he curled to his right and wretched on the floor.

 

Another guy was doing pull-ups on a high bar. Jill stood underneath him and between his legs, and ever time he came down, she kicked his ghoolies as hard as she could. His hard cock waggled back and forth and his swollen agates jiggled in their sack. PUFF PUFF pull up, hissing release back down until WHAM a hard kick to his livelyhood, then back up PUFF PUFF, hiss release and WHAM straight kicks to his two most prized possessions.

 

Another guy was at the rowing machine. Jill made him row, while she held on to his whole scrotum. The ballsack distended and thinned as he went back and then twisted and squeezed his sack as he came forward.

 

Then she moved to the guy using a bar on the wall doing chest-ups. He hung upside down and then did a full crunch until his head touched his knees. Like Batman doing pull ups. Only Jill made him punch his own nuts as hard as he could with each repetition. You could tell he liked going for the floor, but hesitating when his head got near his knees. SPLAT, OOF, down, relax, up, SPLAT OOF. Jill for all her collected knowledge of men's reproductive organs really didn't' understand how hard it is for guys to hurt their own onions. It's a deep instinctive thing to protect them. Much better to let someone else destroy your nads; ideally by being secured and roped up so you can't flinch.

 

But eventually Jill got tired of this temple to musculature and went back to the second floor. She decided to play a game. She chose two boys Ian and David and tied some ropes to their scrotums. The she held on to the end of the ropes. She told them that whoever couldn't make her fall over would lose a ball. She told them that Sean would remove a whole testicle and cook it up for her, as her after dinner snack. Both boys got pale, but allowed the game to go forward. Jill held onto the ropes, and by pulling and twisting their scrotums they each tried to pull Jill towards them. "FUCK MY NUTS", screamed David. Ian's face just turned purple. As well did his nuts. Jill, to add to their torments, pulled hard, randomly, to really make their scrotums distend and make a deep throbbing pain in their balls. The few other guys in the room were once again jacking off to the scene while they groped their own itching nuts.

 

And finally David, being bigger and stronger than little Ian Ito pull so hard with his balls, that Jill fell over and let go of Ian's rope. Ian fell backwards onto a chair, and David hit a wall. Jill picked herself up off the floor, no worse for the wear and went down stairs to get Sean. everyone watched as Sean smeared bromine over Ian's scrotum, and gave him an injecting to dull the pain. Then he slit open the scrotum, fished out Ian's left testicle, and snipped it. Then he expertly stitched up the wound and sent the boy to bed. Then he went and cleaned the nut, removing it's fibrous outer coating, put it on a skewer and grilled it for Jill. When it was done it was passed around to all the boys to have a looksee and then Jill ate it with gusto. She'd eaten Bull balls before, and Horse bollocks and dog's nads, but these were the first man-eggs she had tasted. It was creamy and tasty, with hints of bacon. De-Licous.

 

After that, the evening wound down, and after a desert of chocolate pudding pie, all the still whole men went to sleep. Jill was tucked in by Tim and he promised her one last day of ball popping before they had to go back home. Jill smiled up and him, and grasped his nutsack. "Yup, even mine too," said Tim. The lights went out and Jill slept. Peacefully.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

So . . .

I've fixed the last of my personal problems, which means I'm free to start writing again.

Also, my informal poll leads me to believe that most of you don't care if I put up hot pictures of guys. So, as well as working on a story, I'll start putting up pics.

Hugs to you all, and I'll post when I can,


Cheers,

Nicholas.

Monday, October 23, 2017

And it goes on

More sick news from Chechnya Russia.

https://www.queerty.com/russian-singer-allegedly-tortured-killed-part-chechnyas-antigay-pogrom-20171023

Isn't that wonderful? Mebbe we can kill ALL of the gay people in the world (along with the Jews), and the world will suddenly become a place filled with rainbows, and sparkly shit, and more money for the rest, and peace and tranquility with reign for all time.

n.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Query

So I've been thinking of putting up pics again, of naked and semi naked men, but I don't want to do it if it will offend or drive off my straight fans, so let me know, in the comment section below, how you feel about that.

thanx,

n.

Monday, September 4, 2017

IF YOU'RE NEW TO THIS BLOG . . .

This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 83 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other month's/year's stories.

Looking at the body of my work, most stories are f/m of one variety or another, and that's because although I identify as gay, I actually prefer to write and read f/m stories. Currently I try to alternate between f/m and m/m stories (more or less).

Most stories don't have pictures associated with them, and that's because I rarely have a real life person in mind when I create characters, plus I like people to plug in their own mental image of what a guy or girl's character looks like.

I have a wide variety of stories that include many different fetishes, scenarios and participants. You just have to search for them.

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

Hope that's helpful.

Cheers,

nicholas