Saturday, May 25, 2019

Well

I just want everyone to know that I really wish I could write and finish (at least) the story that I started, but I really have been working every moment of the day. I work six days a week, for two five hour shifts (sometimes more) and I really just don't have the time I need to "get into the groove" and write. In order to write I need time to breath, muse and ponder the story, as well as being horny enough to want to write in the first place. It's my libido that guides the story and tells me how to make it sexy. In general I've just not had that confluence of circumstances to let me write. Sigh. I don't  know what to say. I hate leaving you guys (and gals) in the lurch, but until I get to have some time off, then things won't progress any further than they have. At any rate (((HUGS))) and I'll write when I can.

Cheers,

n.

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Update

Started work writing my new story. I finished a few pages. The title of the work is "If Cowboys Ruled the World". Don't know when I'll finish it. Hopefully soon. Anywho, cheers to you all, and I hope the new year finds you well,

n.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

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 87 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

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Update

I *think I'm about a week away from getting a new 'pewter. I'm gonna get a gaming laptop from Costco. And while I was away I had a really cool dream which I plan to turn into a m/m BB story, so stay tuned for that. Anywho happy Xmas to you all and I'll see you all soon!

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Bad News

Hey my pervy peeps. I have terrible news. My computer died. From a power surge of monumental proportions. As such I have no way to write stories or post them. So, for the time being, or until I can save enough money to buy a new 'pewter, I'm afraid I'l have to forgo the pleasure of bringing you new content. I apologize for this, and hope you'll find my current stories adequate. It also means I can't do much of anything else in life. lol *sigh.

Anywho, I wish you all well, and I hope to have a new system within a few months.

Till then, cheerio and ta-ta.

nicholas

Thursday, April 5, 2018

(FFFFFF/mm) The Heel Club - NEW!

My first trample and milking story. Hope it pleases. cheers!

 
The Heel Club
 
Sasha looked down at her two teenage boys, sleeping peacefully. Today would be a life changing day for them, for it was the agreed upon meeting of her Heel Club, wherein she and her fellow members would be taking all four of her sons' balls. Her boys would become eunuchs, and no longer be able to provide her with grandchildren. Which was no problem since her daughter Samantha would be able to fill that role. After all, what were men but disposable toys to be discarded after their usefulness was over? Todd was now 19 and Rod was 17, and they would be able to get jobs and live their own lives soon, so Sasha planned to kick them out of the house the day after their emasculation.
 
Both of her boys were home schooled, and they long ago had learned not to cross their mother. She had trained them early on to fear women, and to submit their testicles to her whenever they needed to be punished. Which was often. It all started when Todd, the older boy, had his first wet dream, leaving a sticky white residue on his underwear. When she found it she immediately called Todd to her bedroom where she punished him with knees to his nuts until he turned green in the face and puked. Thereafter he was to report to her nightly so that she could punish his balls and so be unable to have sexual dreams at night. Two years later, Rod the younger boy had the same issue and was dealt with in the same way. Once they were old enough to cum, they were old enough to receive a man's punishment for any little infraction, and their schooling became a nightmare. If they got a problem wrong on a test there were punished. If they got a question wrong when asked, they were punished. If they didn't have their homework assignment done, they were punished. Sasha's favorite punishment was to have the boys take out their nuts, rest them on the desk, and then smash their whole sacks with the flat side of a ruler. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Very little permanent damage, but lots of instructive nut pain. Pain was, after all, the very best teacher.
 
Additionally, the  boys were allowed only to wear underwear and socks in the house, so that their groins would be easy targets, and they could only wear the same to bed. They were not allowed outside the house and had no friends other than each other. A few years ago Sasha heard about the local chapter of the Heel Club, a group of women who loved to dominate men and trample them in high heels. Sasha joined and learned about the whole world of doms and subs and wearing high heeled black boots. Through the club she'd be able to experience walking all over willing men's bodies. Hot men, muscular men, men with big bollocks and huge cocks. The Club found lots of eager volunteers as trampling and ball busting were popular fetishes. Especially here in the US where perversion was a way of life for so many people. At the last Heel meeting, Sasha had announced that she was going to offer up her son's balls for complete destruction as a gift to her fellow members. They readily agreed and so here it was, the day of "the event" and Sasha was eager to start early.
 
In two swift motions she swept off the boy's duvets and grasped their sleepy sacks in one hand each. Then she juiced their grapes for all she was worth. The boys both started moaning as their huevos were being milked. Oh, it hurt so bad, and both whispered "thank you mommy" as they had been instructed to.
 
"You're welcome my little darlings. Now, rise and shine. It's your big day. I want you two to shower together, and give each other a complete body shave. I don't want to see a single hair left south of your neckline. Your butts, your balls, your pubes, your legs, your arms, all of it, completely smooth and soft. Now get undressed and get into that shower!" After letting go of their goods, the two teens got up, stripped off their socks and underwear and shuffled off to the bathroom. They lived in a mansion, and the shower was big enough for about four people, with four shower heads, and a big drain in a tiled room. There were even ledges to sit on. The boys were in there for well over an hour, and came out squeaky clean, smooth, and warmed up. They presented themselves to their mother who gave them each their morning energy/protean drink. Then, she sent them off to the gym room. For two hours each morning the boys did a grueling workout routine which left them physically exhausted. This morning was no exception. For teenagers they had exceptionally fit and toned bodies, and that was just how their mother liked them, physically beautiful and sculpted. Then they took a second shower. Now the fun was to begin.
 
Sasha gave the boys each a shot of liquid Viagra and then strapped them into to unusual looking chairs. The chairs had holes in the seat and lots of straps. The boys didn't know what to expect but Sasha and her daughter did. Once the Viagra had taken its effect and the boys were as hard as rocks, Sasha wheeled in two consoles with probes attached and suction hoses. The hoses were hooked up to their rigid cocks and the probes were lubed up and then inserted through the holes into their anuses. And then while Sasha and Samantha watched the electrified probes stimulated and shocked the boy's prostates while the tubes sucked at their dicks. In no time semen began to gush, in spurts, to be sucked up by the tubes and deposited into half/ounce vials. The boys moaned as the machines milked them. For well over an hour their vital fluids were jolted and sucked from their bodies as if they were cows being milked before their final slaughter. Even virile young men couldn't cope with an hour long ejaculation and by the end of it, they were completely drained. But that was just beginning. Sasha unhooked the machines and withdrew the probes, and sent the tired boys up for another shower. Their still-rigid cocks were red and angry looking, and their balls had shriveled up. But another shower should fix that.
 
When they came back down, still naked, and still hard, they were strung up from the ceiling with winching equipment, and their legs spread wide. It was time to swell their nuts so that their ultimate destruction this evening would be all more impressive. Samantha and Sasha put on some running shoes with sturdy but comfortable construction so as to protect their toes from impact, and began to launch kicks to the boy's hanging knackers. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Sometimes from behind, sometimes from in front. The two males writhed in their restraints as their nuts were plastered all over their pelvises. Oh, it hurt so bad. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. As desired, the four testicles began to swell, and fill with edema. In a half hour of kicks they had doubled their size, in an hour they had tripled their size. Sasha called a halt to the kicking and fondled her sons' assets. They were hot to the touch, monstrous in size, and quite ready to be burst.
 
It was an hour until her club members were due to arrive, and there was just two things left to be done. On the stove was boiling some liquid acrylic. Sasha poured equal proportions of the hot plastic into big mugs, and brought it out to the strung-up boys. She and Samantha each took a mug and then without preamble began to dunk the boy's ball sacks into the boiling plastic. Both boys screamed bloody murder. But of course the mansion was on seven acres of land, so no one else could hear it. And the two gals didn't just dunk their sacks once, but multiple times, over and over, until a thick layer of semi-translucent plastic coated their man purses. In the end the boys were just blubbering but their scrotums were now unpuncturable, as well as being soft and supple and even water proof.
 
Next came the sounds. Metal sounds of various sizes were stuffed down the piss slit of the boys' rigid cocks. At first thin ones. But then they got larger and larger. For the last half hour until the door rang the boys' urethras were stretched until a stiletto sized heel could easily fit down one. This would allow the members of the Heel club to fuck their dicks with their heels.
 
Finally it was time to start arriving. They two boys were strapped down and left on the floor. Their faces covered with black silk masks and their naked bodies ready to receive trampling. The doorbell rang. It was the Jolene. She was in a black cat suite and wearing high heeled black boots with vicious looking heels. Samantha brought her into the living room and served her a drink while she waited for everyone else to show up. Next was Alice, then Judy, Grace and finally Maria. Meahwhile Sasha was boiling down the semen she had collected and adding ingredients to make a cum-facial scrub which she would put into cute little bottles and hand them out at the end of evening. It would a special thing for the women to use theses boy's final issue as part of their beauty routine, after they themselves had take away the boys ability to produce issue at all.
 
Sasha finished up and met her follow members in the living room. She too was dressed in a black suite with black high heel boots.
 
"Well, shall we begin?" she asked. Sasha turned on the hi-fi which played various heavy metal bands from the 80's such as Metallica, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Motley Crew. All the women in the chapter had grown up in the 80's and were fangirls of the mega rock bands from that era.
 
One by one the women started to step up onto they boys bodies and slowly walk around them, taking opportunities to grind their heels into the boy's white flesh, leaving marks all over. The loud music covered up the boy's moans. The women trampled their torsos, their arms, legs, and even their faces. Grace placed her heels right over Rod's eyes and pressed down, pushing them into the back of his head, though she did no damage.
 
While Sasha watched she commented, "Girls my son's dicks are hard, and they've stretched with sounds. Heel fuck them." And so they did. One by one the women stuck their heels into the boy's waggling dicks and shredded the insides of their urethras. Over and over this happened. Amazingly the boys began to spurt cum onto the heels as their prostates were stimulated, and the women were horrified, so they made the boys open their mouths and suck off the cum from their heels. It was the ultimate humiliation.
 
Then it was back to normal trampling. TWIST TWIST TWIST. After about an hour of that the boys hadd hardly any skin on the front of their bodies that wasn't an angry red, and their moans were nonstop. The pressure from the women's bodies made it hard to breath and not fear they would break bones and cause major damage. Fortunately all fhe women were thin and petite, so they weighed very little.
 
The next activity of the evening was ballbusting the two helpless teens. The women lined up between the boy's legs, and punted their cahones with their pointed toes. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Over and over they blasted their boots into the boy's big bollocks, and further increased their size. Rod's scrotum looked like a huge angry red turkey egg. Todd's balls looked angry too but they were writhing inside their sacks, moving of their own accord, trying to avoid the damage that was being inflicted on them, but without much success.
 
Next it was time for some toys. The boys were raised and tied to the wall, face first, so that their untouched backs were exposed, their legs spread. Each woman had a black leather bullwhip and they now took turns lashing the boys mercilessly. The goal was to aim well enough to be able to hit their balls sacks from behind. Since their scrotums were coated in plastic it wouldn't break the skin, and still cause an unbearable ache, deep in their stomachs.
 
Soon their backs, buttocks and legs were beet red, covered with lash marks. As a special toy, Sasha had a cat-o-nine-tails which she used on both her boys. Their screams punctuated the heavy metal music nicely. SLASH SLASH SLASH. The boys were tortured mercilessly, and then the women took a break to rest and regroup. Cocktails were sipped, causal conversation was made, and the boys were given a rest before the final home stretch.  
 
After a half hour break, the boys were untied from the wall. They got on all fours, and backed up to the wooden coffee table. Sasha reached behind each boy, and pull their plastic coated ballsacks so they they rested on the table. Then the testicles were clamped in place so that they were flush with the wood and in a position to be destroyed. They all drew lots, seeing as how there were only four balls and six women. Two women would have to just watch. Maria drew Todd's left testicle, Alice his right, Sasha Rod's left and Judy his right. Maria was a buxom, vicious Latina who looked like Cat-Woman, and she climbed ontop of the table, and walked over to Todd's package. She turned around, and let her heel rest, lightly, on his overripe left peach. Knowing that she woulnd't break the skin, she knew that she could impale the thing and was excited wondering what kind of noise the ball would make when she did. She let her heel sink deeper and deeper into the ball. She could feel its tough outter wrapping strive valiantly to prevent damage, but in the end she weight too much. With a crisp SNAP the heel pierced his nut and made a hole in it. But that was just the beginning, Maria was determined to make mince meat out of his gonad, and lined up her boot over and over again. Each time it penetrated the ball it gave another crisp SNAP and in less than ten minutes of this the ball was hamburger. The other women applauded. Several women also had loud orgasms.
 
Next it was Alice's turn. She wanted to peirce the ball from bottom to top instead of side to side, and so she had one of the other women hold it upright for her. Todd's head had fallen to the floor, and he was whining and crying, already having lost one ball, and now his other. Alice placed her heel at the top of the ball and began to weigh down on it. At first the thing seemed determined to resist all her attempts to puncture it and it kept sliding around, but then another women came to the rescue and with two women holding the testicle steady she was able to violate it. With a SNAP her heel broke through the outter casing of his ball like it was a sausage and it began to skewer his whole gonad. The heel made a hole all through the length of the testicle and finally emerged from the other side. It was a miracle to behold. Todd's last ball impaled on the sexy black boot. Everyone clapped loudly at this and the women took turns feeling the thing while it was still attached to Alice's heel.
 
Finally Alice withdrew her heel and used the ball of her booted foot to squeezed out all the ball innards into his sack. Todd jumped and jolted at this and kept whispering, "My ball, my ball". But no amount of wishing on his part would make him a whole man again. Finally he collapsed and just lay there, a broken man totally covered in welts and whose balls were just mush.
 
Rod had heard the whole thing happen and was now trembling at his own emasculation. But Sasha just kneeled in front of him and cupped his face. "You're a wonderful boy, Rod. We're going to remember this for the rest of our lives. You're giving us a wonderful gift. So be brave." Rod nodded and let his head fall a bit. Sasha got up in the table and sidled up to his huge left nut. She began to juice it with the toe of her boot. SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE. The nut flattened each time and then sprang back into form. Rod moaned loudly. Having your nut compressed was painful. Then she began to stomp on the thing. STOMP STOMP STOMP. His nut flattened out and began to lose it's structure. On the fifteenth stomp the ball popped with a huge POP sound and then it oozed out its contents into the scrotum. Sasha kept squishing the thing until there was nothing left of it, and then she orgasmed and shed a radiant glow as her skin flushed with excitement. Several of the other women had already cum at this point, and there was some sotto voce moaning from among their ranks.
 
And finally it was Rod's last ball that took their attention. Judy climbed up on the table. She stood over Rod's last nut and just looked at it. Then she rolled it around and made some tentative jabs at it with her heels. Finally she settled on impaling it like Maria had. So she turned around and let her heel rest on the thing. But she was extra cruel and began to twist her heel as well as put weight on it. Her heel bored into the testicle and it all made Rod scream. "Oh my god, Oh my god" Rod kept saying over and over. Down down, twist twist went her heel until a loud CRUNCH the ball was impaled and without missing a beat Judy pivoted and slammed her toe into the trapped nut. The ball made a SPLAT noise as it exploded from the furious toe-work being visited up on it. She kept at it for several minutes until there was nothing solid left of his testicle and Rod had fainted dead away. The women clapped, diddled themselves, and laughed. It had been a wonderful night. Leaving the boys clamped to the coffee table, they chatted and sipped drinks until well past midnight, and then Sasha handed out the cum face cream and ushered everyone to the door. The night was cool and calm, and she watched as they women drove away, leaving her and Samantha to clean up. Sasha was only sad about the fact that she only had two boy's balls to offer up. Maybe one of the other gals would let them destroy their husband's balls. Well, one can dream.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

(MM/m) Cop Bust - NEW!

So here's my homage to Tom of Finland. I was visualizing two of his burly, studly cops destroying some poor kid's balls. Hope it's not too short.
 
 
Cheers,
 
n.
Cop Bust
 
Brian tweaked his nipple through his tan button-up shirt and contemplated what was in front of him - a semi-nude teenage hooligan who was to be interrogated about the latest round of gang shootings. The boy was not going to give up inside information willingly, so both Brian and his partner Charlie would have to beat it out of him. But leaving obvious signs of brutality would be frowned on, so they had to attack the one place people would never think to look - his balls.
 
Brian took a moment to fondle the boys cahones through his tight underwear. They were supple, loose and big, and this made Brian happy, so he smiled. The boy stared back with pure loathing.
 
Charlie was watching from the sidelines. "Tell us what we want to know boy-o, and you can leave here unscathed," said Charlie. But the boy just lifted his chin in defiance and settled down to a sort of grim stoicism.
 
Brian growled. "So be it, then. Your pain will be your fault," and with that Brian jammed his knee between the boy's parted legs, smashing the boy's berries dead on. The red underwear clad package bounced and expanded as the testicles inside it jammed against the boy's pelvic bone. The boy coughed. "Do you like that?" asked Brian in a low voice. "How about we see if we can make mush of your ghoolies, eh boy?" WHAM a solid knee to the boy's bollocks. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Three knees in just a few seconds. The boys face turned bright red as he struggled not to cry out. He was a butch gang member. Man enough not scream. But he was being tested. WHAM WHAM WHAM Three more solid knees to his nuts. More coughing and a thin line a drool escaped from his handsome mouth. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Five solid knee-lifts to the boy's tender glands. "URGGGGHHHHH" moaned the boy. The pain in his testicles radiated throughout his abdomen, and made him feel sick to his stomach.
 
"So, you're not going to give in willingly, eh?" asked Charlie. "Perhaps we need to up the ante." Charlie stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving him naked except for his socks and boots. He had a huge woody, and began stroking it. "Move aside Brian, it's my turn." He lined up in front of the boy, and while he stroked his thick cock he began to kick the red basket in front of him. Brian's mustache twitched in amusement. He'd seen Charlie's kicks emasculate dozens of suspects, and none of them ever escaped without complete testicular destruction.
 
THOCK THOCK THOCK Charlie's kicks were dead on toe-kicks and they were starting to scramble this young gang member's tender eggs. THOCK THOCK THOCK THOCK.
 
"Wait a second Charlie, I think we need to see our targets better." Brian pulled out a huge bowey knife and cut off the boy's underwear. Now he was only in his white socks, but otherwise nude. His scrotum was a bright red and his nuts were swelling nicely. Brian reached down, grasped the two walnuts and splitting them with his thumb, he started grating the two glands together. "AAAAAHHHHHH" cried the boy. Brian's mustache twitched again in amusement. With his free hand he began to rub his own crotch. Crushing man berries always made him horny, just like it did to his partner. He rubbed his own growing erection through his uniform kacky pants.
 
"AAAAAHHHHHHH, OH MY GOD, MY NUTS. PLEASE STOP." cried the boy out loud.
 
"The pain will stop if you just give us what we want."
 
"I can't" blubbered the boy, "They'll kill me if I say anything."
 
"And you'll lose your balls if you don't tell us. Think boy, which is the lesser of the two tragedies. Once you're in custody you fall under the protection of the government. We can hide you more completely than even you can imagine." Brian really put the squeeze on the boy's nuts. But the boy refused to speak. So Brian let the two organs drop, and let Charlie go back to kicking them. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Charlie stroked his fat member while inflicting untold agony on a teenage boy. Charlie's boots dug remorselessly into male nut flesh, and the naked testicles bounced, flattened, and bounced again, to then hang low in their sack, awaiting the next kick. The pain was off the scale, and the boy, who was handcuffed to some overhanging bars, twitched and writhed and moaned as his manhood was being manhandled by these two brutal police officers.
 
While Charlie kept up the kicks and made the nuts swell with edema, Brian got up real close to the boy's left ear and whispered things to him. "You're never going to have children after this, you know. No woman will ever want a nutless husband. You'll be ostracized from your family, your friends, and you'll never be able to be naked in public. No more trips to the gym for you. Just think, you'll be the ball-less wonder, and everyone will point and laugh. You'll be less than a man, and not even as good or useful as a woman. You'll be damage goods for the rest of you life, boy. So tell us what we want to know now, before me and my partner go too far and make you a eunuch."
 
But the boy's limp head just nodded NO, and his labored breathing made it sound like he was trying to take all this in stride. Lots of his friends had been interrogate like this, and they'd come back all right and intact. They were just probably trying to frighten him into confession. He was determined not to budge. Let them do their worst. And so they did.
 
Brian unzipped his fly and took out his own huge weapon, busting criminal nuts always made him horny and he felt no embarrassment in stroking himself while Charlie made paste of this thug's balls. Charlie took off his shoes  He wanted to feel ball-flesh warp around his toes. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Hard kicks to tender jewels, jewels that were growing bigger by the moment. They swelled and swelled and swelled until the boy's scrotum was very tight, and a shiny, angry red color. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. The boy cried out "AHHHHHHHH. GOD HELP ME." SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Charlie really dug his toes into the boy's nuts. They were starting to get soft.
 
"Still not ready to tell us what your gang is up to?" asked Brian in a husky voice. He was getting ready to cum. "Oh please, do let us complete the utter destruction of your nuts. You'll never be a man again you know, and we always enjoy a good emasculation."
 
"FUCK YOU!" screamed the boy between ragged breaths.
 
"So be it," said Brian. Charlie stopped kicking and Brian balled up his fist and began to punch the boy's bag. WHAP WHAP WHAP. By now the poor bloated glands were not keeping their shape very well, and looked like two kidney beans that someone had stepped on, and they continued to swell. Charlie looked on and stroked himself faster. This was the exciting part - waiting for the gonads to explode in their sack, to the utter ruination of the guy's manhood. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Brian pounded the boy's puds for all he was worth. They were definitely much softer than when they had started. The bloated scrotum dented and warped around his powerful fists. Brian switched to thigh-to-crotch uplifts, nailing them dead-on with he hard kneecap. The boy let out a thin wail and tears of pain and humiliation were streaming down his face. "NEVER. NEVER. FUCK YOU," he cried out. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Brain's knee was like a piston, cracking boy-balls.
 
After a while of that, Brian stepped back. His fist slid up and down his magnificent tool, and he assessed the boy before him. "Charlie, it's your turn this time for a full rupture. You squeeze, I'll suck." Charlie nodded and grabbed both the boy's cahones and dug his fingers in while Brian kneeled before him and sucked in Charlie's huge length. SLURP SLURP SLURP. Brian sucked Charlie's cock like a champion, while Charlie's fingers squeeze the boy's testicles. Harder and harder he pressed, thumb to man-meat, and then it happened: the first testicle ruptured with a loud "POP". "Oh FUCK YEAH," bellowed Charlie as he forcefully fucked Brian's face. The first volley of cum gushed down Brian's throat, and then a few second's later, the second ball popped and another stream of jizz erupted. It was warm and foamy and delicious.
 
"AAAAAAHHHHHH" screamed the boy, who was now a balless, useless creature. The boy sagged in his restraints, and went into shock. Charile continued to squeeze and mangle the boy's ruptured nuts. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. While Brian's mouth was filled with Charlie's cock and spunk, his own meat let loose with spurt after spurt of cum, which landed on Charlie's legs. The close air of the room smelled like pain sweat and man-juice. Brain's skill at fellatio was such that he was able to coax out a third eruption of cum from Charlie, who grunted as he did so. Cops were known to be virile and studly, and Charlie was no exception.
 
In the silence that followed, all that could be discerned was the low unconscious moan from the boy, and the heavy breathing of Charlie. His erection began to diminish, and Brian detached, a thin while streak of semen coating his big mustache.
 
"Well," said Charlie, "I think this one has taken all he can. I'm kinda impressed. We couldn't break him."
 
"Oh yeah?" said Brain, pulling out his bowey knife. "Let's see what happened when he wakes up and we threaten to cut his balls off."
 
"Fuck yeah," said Charlie, and pulled Brain in for a kiss, tasted his own cum. And so they did.