A little something from my weird brain for you to read. Enjoy!
class was filing out of the room and Lacy waited until everyone but Mr.
Robinson, their history teacher, had left. Then she went and locked the door
the classroom from the inside. No one would be able to get in while she had her
way with her teacher.
Robinson was a 20 something teacher with close cropped brown hair, round wire
rimmed glasses, and a hard athletic body which he kept fit through daily cardio
and some light weight lifting. But he was also rather submissive and docile.
Perfect for what Lacy had in mind. After locking the door the little blond doll
went up to Mr. Robinson's desk where he sat correcting papers. She stood next
to his chair and cleared her throat.
looked up. "Yes, Lacy, is there something I can do for you?"
little blond girl nodded, and sly smile played across her lips. "My father
is a lot like you, Mr. Robinson. He's good looking and gentle. He lets me tell
him what to do and if he isn't obedient I kick him between the legs. Before she
died mom taught me that men were born to submit to women, and that the best way
to control them was through pain to their balls." Lacy caught the look of
surprise in Mr. Robinson's eyes. "Oh yes, I know about the eggs that men
have between their legs, and how easy it is to cause them pain." Lacy
reached down between Will's legs and grabbed his package.
decided that from now on you'll do as I say and that I will daily torture your
big nuts plus give you homework, and if you don't do what I want I will tell
the principle that you've been touching me in naughty ways." Again a look
of surprise came over Will's face. "Oh yes, I know how to make it sound as
if you've been doing naughty things to me. Touching me in places you shouldn't,
and they'll believe me because my dad will back me up."
said Lacy imperiously, " Stand up."
Will got up. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt with a
brown belt and brown loafers.
off your shoes," Lacy demanded.
Robinson did so. Now standing in his white socks.
kneel before me and bunch up the crotch of your pants with your hands so I can
see your cock and balls."
slowly, but never taking his eyes off Lacy, the history teacher sank to his
knees and did as he was instructed. He had a sizeable pouch even unaroused.
Lacy looked deeply into his eyes with her own cold, cruel, shrewd stare, and
when she was ready she aimed her foot and kicked the fat package with all her
might. William's body shuddered with the impact but it turned out he was fairly
resistant to nut-pain. Something he himself didn't even know. She kicked him
again, and he flinched but didn't try and stop her. She now had the momentum to
kick him about sixteen times in the testicles until he dropped to the floor and
just lay there, moaning and holding himself. Lacy looked pleased.
did very well, Mr. Robinson. It took my daddy years of nut torture before he
could withstand that many kicks. I think we're done for now. But I have
homework for you. I want you to go online and buy ball weights. You'll be using
them every day to make your nuts hang lower. Order them tonight and bring them
to class when they arrive. Good night, Mr. Robinson. I'll see you
next day, after school was over Lacy made her way to the history classroom.
There was Mr. Robinson as expected. Lacy locked the door again. "Hello Mr.
Robinson, did you order the weights like I told you to?"
yes. They were a little hard to find, but I managed to get them
Now stand up and bend over." Today William was wearing tight blue jeans
which made his bulge look even larger and it made his ass look very small and
tight. "Grab your ankles," she said, "and don't move."
began to punch and slap her teacher's crotch with wild abandon hitting his nuts
and cock from behind. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Slowly he fell to his knees, breathing
hard from all the pain, and so Lacy switched to swift kicks to the nuts from
behind. William groaned like a wounded animal. Soon he was curled up in the fetal
position, just lying there like a dead thing.
doing very well, Mr. Robinson. You'll be the perfect slave for me in no time at
all." Lacy giggled at this. She unlocked the door and left him there.
procedure continued for several days until by Friday the weights he had ordered
had arrived. This time he locked the door behind Lacy's entrance. Lacy ordered
Mr. Robinson to stand and drop his pants. He refused and so Lacy slapped him in
the face, hard. Her teacher let out a gasp of pain and fright. No person had
ever dominated him like this before. It was frightening and a little exciting too.
William began to get a hard-on thinking about undressing for this little girl.
Slowly he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Then he jeans came down
revealing black boxer briefs and a growing bulge.
don't worry about that, Mr. Robinson. My daddy gets hard all the time when I
hurt him. I like to see men's big tools. Keeps them out of the way for busting.
And it's fun to see them waggle back and forth when I bust a guy." Lacy
was anxious to see his naked goods and didn't like his slow pace so she yanked
down on his boxer briefs so that his woody and pendulous balls could breath
free air. His balls were the size of plums and his dick was growing to a full
eight inches with plenty of girth to it. Lacy had him kick off his shoes and
step out of his cloths so that he was now naked from the waist down except for
his white athletic socks. He handed her the ball-weights which she expertly
examined than then clamped around his scrotum. She was rough with his balls and
caused him much pain in the process. When she had fitted at least three of the
circular weights to his scrotum she stopped.
should do it for now," she said as she locked them into position. "I
want you to wear them day and night and I'll keep the key. They will weight
your balls down from above and make your scrotum bigger, which is what I want.
I like to see balls dangling just like yours are doing now. Now KNEEL!"
she bellowed. William knew this was going to hurt but he knew he'd get it worse
if he disobeyed. So down he sank to his knees. His naked kneecaps hurt on the
hard classroom floor, but what hurt more was Lacy's shoe smashing into his
balls. Over and over and over. Lacy told him to put his hands on his head and
away from his balls, and she slapped him in the face again when he didn't
instantly comply. Soon his testicles were swelling from all the abuse but also
being stretched by the weights, but his dick? Well it was issuing copious
amounts of pearly precum. This was both embarrassing and exiting to William.
He'd never had any female, of any age make him feel this way. It was like he
was in the thrall of some greater force, some greater will than his own. This
little girl kicking him the ghoolies was going to be a monster when she grew
up. She was a monster now, and it thrilled him. He'd taught children for years
and only now did he realized he'd always harbored a secret desire to be
dominated by one of them. Thankfully it was a girl and a pretty one at that,
with blue eyes, a pert pink mouth, and curly blond hair. She'd be a stunner as
a teenager as well as a monster.
Mr. Robinson keeled over and wretched on the floor, and Lacy thought he'd had
enough excitement for one day. She groped his bulging testicles to see how big
they had gotten. It was her goal not only to stretch his balls but also to make
them as big as possible. It was just like with her dad. She liked low, big
hangers. Before leaving, and while he was clutching himself, she slapped his
raging boner around a little. She even fingered his oozing slit and tasted his
precum. It was sweet and musky, kind of nice to be honest. Then she left him
there, a moaning heap, and left for the day.
the next few weeks Lacy trapped her teacher at the end of the day and monitored
the swelling of his agates and the stretching of the bag they rolled around in.
As time went on Mr. Robinson became increasing compliant, and let her do things
to him that even her father had been reticent about. She had William sit naked
on the corner of his desk and smashed his nuts into the hard wooden surface
with a wooden ruler. That hurt so bad.
one day Lacy brought in some needles and a cigarette lighter. With some twine
she tied him down to the chair, naked with his legs open and his weighted nuts
vulnerable, and then heated the needles and slid them into his nuts. She could
actually hear the red-hot needle bubbling and cooking the inside of his nads.
It was super cool (or rather super hot), and Mr. Robinson bit is tongue to keep
from yelling out, just in case another teacher or student should be in the room
time she was able to add a fourth weight, and then a fifth to his sack. She
told him that her first goal was to make it so that his nuts could no longer
retract on their own, and she said this would take a few months of dedicated
hanging. She knew because she'd done it already to her father. And indeed after
four months of stretching and abuse his nuts no longer retracted under any
circumstance. And they were getting huge. Even during class, with his pants on,
she could see how bulging his nutsack was now. Everyone could see it. And
again, it was both embarrassing but also a little exciting that these kids
could take stock of the increased size and shape of his nuts. With the scrotal
muscles now damaged, Lacy had her teacher stop wearing them and instead told
him to order an acrylic nut-press. This was hard to do since his balls had
swollen so large, but he finally found one on a fetish site that was big enough,
and Lacy instructed him to wear it every night when he came home, and to stay
naked until bedtime.
one day, she told him to bring in the vice and show him how he was using it. It
was after school was over, as always, and the door was locked, as always, and
there was Mr. Robinson, as always, naked from the waist down, and Lacy fitting
the press over his balls and was screwing it down. However, it was evident that
he wasn't trying very hard to screw his own nuts down, and so she decided to
punish him for not trying hard enough. She kept screwing the press down until
Will broke out in a cold sweat, he was afraid for his balls, it was that tight.
It felt like either of them would rupture and second, but Lacy just wasn't
strong enough to tighten them that much. She sure made them hurt though, and
William wretched again, on the floor. Lacy told him that if he didn't tighten
them as much as that each night she would destroy one of his testicles as
punishment, and William could tell by the tone of her voice that she meant it.
Part of his brain was horrified at the thought of loosing part of his manhood,
but a more basic, primitive part of his brain was curious as to what it would
feel like and what taking his nut would mean to Lacy. Would she enjoy it? Would
her, he promised he would do as she instructed, every night, and that she would
see results from it after class each day when she showed up to give him his
normal work-over. At this point she was first kicking, then hitting, and then
squeezing his big rubbery glands. They were swelling with fluid and hanging
down at least halfway to his knees. It was wonderful, for Lacy at least. But
there was a complication - it was summer break, and she no longer saw him every
day at class. So instead she made her father drive her across town to his
place, and he then had to endure hours of testicle torture and ball busting at
her hands (and feet).
one point she told him to buy some home-torture devices that used electricity,
and when it was hooked up, she plunged needles right into the heart of each
testicle and turned on the juice. William Robinson's screams filled the air as
the current arced between his nuts and fried them.
the culminating event that summer was Lacy's birthday. With full complicity
(and with some slaps-to-the-balls as encouragement), William was strung up with
ropes and winches until he was hanging from the ceiling, completely naked with
his grotesquely swollen ball bag hanging there like a piñata and Lacy with her
wooden baseball bat having a go at them. She smashed his ballbag with all her
might, over and over again, until at last his left testicle, which was larger
and juicier just exploded in its sack. It just detonated. SPLAT. Just a loud
wet explosion, and not satisfied with that, Lacy kept hitting the thing until
it had been reduced to jelly. His scrotum was now so puffy that should could
barely see his still-intact right testicle, and her father, who had helped with
stringing him up, let him down, and drove him to the hospital where the remains
of his once-proud testicle was removed and he was stitched up and sent home.
school started back up in the fall, William had assumed that his torture was
over, but at the end of the first day of school, there was Lacy, locking the
door, ready to make mince-meat out of his remaining nut. As always, it was embarrassing
to know that the whole class could see he only had one ball left. But . . . it
was also a little exciting.
This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 81 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).
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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.
So I thought I'd get this out there, as promised. It's only part one, but I'll continue to work on it next month.
Anywho, hope it pleases,
Jill and the Football
Team Part 1
jumped with excitement. It was to be a two and a half day weekend retreat to
the cabin in Tahoe. Seven acres of land, and a beautiful three story
"cabin". Called a cabin but actually more of a million dollar house.
Built out of cedar wood with lots of windows, all the modern conveniences and a
commanding view of the lake. And, she was to be surrounded by eleven hunky
football players, two towel boys, and two coaches offering up their neither
bits for her to torture and abuse. It had been their coach's idea. Take the
boys on retreat to harden their bodies through nut pain. If they could stand to
be kicked, hit and busted in the balls for two and a half days, then they'd
improve their game, become sports field juggernaughts, impervious to pain and
suffering. The team's coach, Tim, was one of Jill's Friday night regulars. He
still had both his balls intact, and he promised Jill she could take one at the
retreat, but not until some of the boys had given up their own most prized
possessions. Tim was a brick-shithouse of a man, tough, sexy and only 24. He
could take lots of ball pain without flinching, and expected his boys to be as
stoic and resolute as himself. Tony, Jill's father, had only agreed to let her
go on the trip if all the boys personally pledge themselves and their cock and
balls to her, up to and including their complete destruction. And that's what
they were doing right now, at Tony's house, each boy was lined up, and
one-by-one kneeled before their little princess, pledge her unrestricted access
to their cock and balls. Jill jumped with excitement.
teenager after hunky teenager kneeled before Jill and pledge their cocks and
balls to her. With each vow, Jill touched their faces, gently, knowing how
brave theses boys were to do so. She'd already come to love them all. She loved
all the men she owned and she'd come to covet the great sacrifices they made to
concluded, Jill hugged her father and Sasha her dog goodbye and ran out to the
driveway. She climbed into the closest school van and waited for the boys to
pile in too. Soon they were in and the caravan was off. Tim drove the van Jill
was in, Jarret, the assistant coach drove the other one. Both vans were full of
teenage boys and luggage. It was a four hour trip to Lake
Tahoe and the cabin and Jill decided to make the most of it. She
had one player on each side of her, Aaron to her left and David to her right.
Both were wearing extra tight jeans which showed off their assets quite nicely.
Naturally Jill wanted to toy with them now that they belonged to her.
squirmed in her seat belt. Looking at Aaron and David, she said "Let's
play a game,"
sort of game?" was the reply
spy. You get your nuts out and we'll play 'eye spy', and if you guess wrong,
then I get to slap your sack!"
smiled shyly. "OK." he unbuckled his belt, undid the button, zipped
down his fly, and slipped his jeans off and then his white boxer-briefs. David
did the same and soon Jill had two sets of reproductive gems at her fingertips.
She grasped both naked sacks and began to grate them between her fingers. It
was always a marvel that men had these little bubbles between their legs which
in the right hands could make them do ANYTHING
Jill looked out the side windows and ahead. "I spy with my little eye
something beginning with R."
know," said David, "An RV."
That means Aaron lost so you reach over and grab his right nut and pull on it
and I'll pull his left nut. Lets see if we can pull him out of his seat."
The two of them pulled and pulled andAaron was half giggling half moaning as his manhood was being pulled and
mangled. "FUCK man. You're gonna rip my balls off." David let the one
he was pulling on go, and it snapped back into place but Jill continued to
torture her chosen goober until a thin line of drool escaped Aaron's mouth.
Then she let go to.
Next Round. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with M." Jill
had one hand between each of the boy's legs and was warming up their balls by
groping and kneading them.
shouted Aaron, "OH FUCK"
know, Marsh Warbler," Jill looked at David a, "a what? "Oh, it's
a bird and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as Jill jabbed her thumb deep into his fat
said Aaron triumphantly.
got it," said Jill. "Here, dig your finger's into David's junk."
Both Jill and Aaron tried to pop, with their fingers, David's plump balls. David
was sweating from the experience, but his balls refused to burst.
behind their seat, Ian and Patrick noticed what was going on. "Jill, come
back here and we'll play the same game," said Ian. Ian Ito was half
Japanese and half Caucasian, whereas Patrick was half African-American, half
Irish. Both had ripped bodies and sizeable equipment. So, naturally Jill
assented. She undid her seatbelt and climbed over the seat into the back. She
sat between Ian and Patrick and watched while they slid their pants and
underwear down so she had access to their bulging scrotums.
said Jill. "I spy with my little eye something beginning with W."
"Willow tree?" asked
hunky Patrick. SMACK, "Oof"
freeway?" asked Ian. A strong punch to his nuts with Jill's little fist
mill?" said Patrick.
You got it," said Jill. "Help me punch Ian's balls."
said Patrick. WHAM WHAM WHAM both whaled on Ian's almond shaped balls in his
tight gray scrotum. Jill giggled. She loved watching balls bounce, stomach
muscles ripple and the priceless faces men made when their nads were being
worked over. By the time they were finished, Ian was breathing heavily.
that's intense," he said.
Next one," said Jill. "I spy, with my little eye, something beginning
said Patrick quickly. SPLAT. Ian looked askance at this ridiculous suggestion.
beginning with 'I' out here? I can't imagine what it could be," said Ian.
you both give up?" said Jill.
guess so," replied Patrick.
It's I-80. the freeway we're on," said Jill. "Just for that, you both
get punished. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Two full scrotums were smashed with Jill's
surprisingly painful little fists. The seat shuddered as Jill really let the
two boys have it.
game went on for some time, and when the caravan stopped in Auburn for a bathroom break, Jill switched
van's and had a go at some of the other boys on the team. By the time they'd
reached South Lake Tahoe,
all the team had made acquaintance with Jill and her two little fists.
cabin was up above the lake, on a one-lane road, surrounded by other cabins.
The cabin itself sat on 7,5 acres of land and the property was bordered by a
little stream that ran down from the mountains and into the lake.
in front of the building which housed the septic tank, Tim had the team get out
of the vans. and Jarret went over the cabin and knocked. The person who
answered the door was none other than Sean, the army nurse who had stitched up
the scrotums of so many of Jill's willing victims. He and he alone was exempt
from her games and activities as there needed to be someone to heal those she
neutered. He had been there for a week, shoveling snow, cleaning house and
making everything ready for the team's weekend stay. He was also responsible
for acquiring the drugs that would be used during that time. An extra strong
dose of Cialis would be given to all the males there, ensuring they had raging
boners all weekend long (Jill like to see erect men, she loved to watch their
cocks waggle back and forth as she busted their nuts), as well as cantharis to
make their balls itch internally.
boys all piled in to the living room/kitchen area while the coaches brought in
the luggage and took it to the third floor where the beds were. The house had
three stories, each having a fireplace. The ground floor had the kitchen, a
living room, and a work-out room. The second floor was one big lounge with
sofas, chairs, a huge flat-screen television set and a sauna. The third floor
was all beds, three queen sized beds and a dozen or more singles. And out in
the back, on the porch, was a hot-tub which had been prepared for use. It had
been cleaned, chlorinated and turned on, its cover taken off and moved out of
everything had been brought in, coach Tim had all the boys gather in the living
boys. For the rest of our stay here you're going to be naked except your socks.
You'll be taking these Cialis pills here to give you healthy erections plus
this additional cantharis pill, and we'll be playing porn movies on both TV's.
As well there will be beer for you to drink and we'll be ordering pizza's on
Sunday. Eric, Jarret and I will be fixing your meals. Healthy stuff only, and I
expect all of you to use the sauna and workout room at least once. Moreover,
when you feel yourself getting horny, jack off and our team's towel boys, Jake
and Nicholas will be on call to clean up after you. Is everything clear?"
Fuck yeah!" yelled Paul.
the boys lined up to receive their pills, swallowed them, and then marched up
stairs to unpack and then take all their cloths off. Jill, meanwhile was
wandering around the house, familiarizing herself with it. She poked into every
room, opened every door, and peered here and there. She did notice there was a
huge wrapped present downstairs next to the fire place, but she had no clue as
to what was inside it.Christmas was a
week off, but perhaps she'd get to open it this weekend!
it was time for the boys to settle down, get naked and let Jill have her way
with them. The porn was running on the big screen TV and beers were being
handed out and opened. The teenagers were now lounging on the second floor,
some sitting on the two sofas, others sitting on the chairs or on the floor and
a few were just standing. More than one was stroking their magnificent woodies
as they watched the porn. All of them were comfortable with being naked and
sexually excited together. Many of the boys regularly jacked off together over
internet porn, and they were used to seeing each other's equipment. It was
about then that the cantharis kicked in and the boys all felt their nuts itch,
from the inside out. Suddenly the needed
Jill to paste their eggs because they each instinctively knew there was no
other way to scratch the itch.
said Peter, who was standing against the wall, one hand on his dick the other
squeezing his balls. "Jill come do me a favor and kick me in the nuts.
They itch like a motherfucker."
said Jill, always happy to oblige. "Spread your legs, and put your hands
on top of your head." The handsome team quarterback smiled and did as he
was instructed. He had a magnificent penis, about eight and a half inches long,
fairly thick and with big walnut sized testicles. It was a perfect package, and
Jill smiled back at him as she slipped out of her shoes and began to punt him
in the nuts with only her fuzzy baby-blue socks. WHAM WHAM WHAM. Several of the
boys stopped watching the porn and just watched their little princess wale on
Peter's gonads. They were stroking to his pleasurable agony.
yeah, OOF" said Peter. "Fuck yeah, Jill, kick me hard in the nuts.
Oh, yeah." Peter's balls were bouncing around, and his scrotum was
becoming a vivid red color, but his hard-on never diminished. In fact it seemed
to be getting bigger, its head a bulging purple helmet and his shaft an
said Dean, "I need some kicking too. The insides of my balls feel like
they're being stung by fire ants." Dean stood beside Peter and spread his
legs. Now Jill had two targets and began to alternate kicks between the two
boy's legs. Their scrotums hung low from the heat of the fireplace, and Jill
loved watching how the individual testicles rolled around the top of her foot
as she smashed it into their groins. Some of the other boys had started either
squeezing or punching their own nuts in an effort to relieve the fiery redness
inside their orbs.
Jill was organizing her own fun. She had Peter and Dean on all four on the
floor and she also had Chris, Patrick and Ian down with them, and she was now
punting their nuts from behind. She loved to see the hanging, swaying goobers
of men down at her level. Like dogs. And what do you do with dogs? Kick them
where they live. HARD. And so in her fuzzy socks, Jill would run up behind them
and KICK, their ballbags would then slap up against the base of their shafts,
and swing back down again, ready for more. Between the porn, the ballbusting
and the blowjobs, all the boys were leaking precum, and were sweating slightly,
despite the fact that it was snowing outside. It was getting loud too. Boys
were moaning, crying out and gutterly exclaiming as their livelihoods were
being worked over, by chemicals as well as by manual application.
the line and back up again she moved. She decided this was going to be a
weekend of ballpopping, and she chose Dean to be the first she would partially
ruin. She stood behind him and kicked him repeated in the balls until she could
feel his smaller right testicle begin to rupture. Dean, a dark-haired, tan god
of a boy, could only moan in agony as Jill ruined him. When his ball began to
rupture, Jill got very close and began to squeeze the doomed bollock between
her fingers. She could feel it hemorrhage. Bits of the inside of his testicle
oozed out into the scrotum, and she decided to punch the thing to help the
process along. She squeezed his right ball down to the bottom of its sack and
began to punch it with all her might. The ball was trapped and had no where to
hide. Dean collapsed but didn't try to stop his little princess from ruining
SMACK SMACK. The testicle was bloating and squishing in her hands, and she
stopped smacking as everyone in the room heard a loud "SQUISH" as
ball ripped in two. Jill dug her fingers into the ruining nut and began to pull
it apart and she could feel the coiled strands of his testicle liberated from
their tough outer shell and they filled up his scrotum nicely. Soon Dean passed
out from the overwhelming sensations in his crotch, and Sean, the nurse, was
sent for to open his man-purse, dig out its contents, and reverse the damage
done. His squashed testicle would be put in jar of honey and added to her
growing collection of man-trophies which she kept at home, labeled
"Dean" of course, so she could remember exactly how it happened. Dean
was out of the game for the rest of the vacation. But Jill certainly had many
more to go.
next few hours was a bacchanalia of ball-busting. Jill got to kick, squeeze and
hit twelve sets of testicles. She attacked not only the team but the towelboys
too The beer flowed freely and the porn played on. Things quieted down, though,
as the night wore on and several of the boys ejaculated. Their hard-ons
remained and the itching in their balls got, if possible, even worse.
last thing that happened that night was Jill asked for two volunteers to play a
game. Chris and Paul volunteered. Jill had then stand at opposite sides of the
room. The she tied a rope around each of their ballsacks and handcuffed the
boys hands behind them. Then she weighted down the middle of the rope with a
jug of milk. Next two lines were taped out with carpet with duct tape. The
rules of the game, the first person to get the milk jug over their own line
won, and the looser had to lose a ball. Chris and Paul began to struggle,
pulling with their distended ballsacks to pull the milk jug towards them,
causing them great pain. Their scrotal sacks were stretched unnaturally long
and their balls were turning purple as they pulled and pulled, and each boy's
faces were becoming red as beets as they pulled and pulled, hoping they
wouldn't have to loose a nut. The cords in their necks stood out as the other
team players were all rooting for them, and the room was filled with the chant,
"Pull, Pull, Pull". Finally Chris began to tire, and with a mighty
pull, Paul got the milk jug over his own line. Everyone clapped and cheered,
hooted and hollered.
hands still cuffed behind him, Chris kneeled before Jill and asked her how she
was going to take his nut. Jill ran downstairs, got several telephone books,
and piled them between Chris's legs so that his nut-sack was supported. Then
with some difficulty, Jill stood on the books and asked Chris which ball she
that's really up to you," he said.
I want you to choose," replied Jill.
looked down at his equipment and decided. "OK, take my left ball, it's
bigger and might give you more pleasure."
But only if you say the magic word," replied Jill
gulped and braced himself -this was going to hurt. "Please take my ball
from me, little princess. Please crush it into paste." He looked up into
her eyes as Jill placed her cute little heel on his left testicle. Stabilizing
herself by putting her hands on his head while he kneeled, she began to put all
her weight on it. Meanwhile all the boys were jacking off, waiting for the
moment when they heard his nut pop to cum. The whole thing was thrilling and
the only sound to be heard was slick hands beating meat and Chris's moaning as
his ball was being flattened. Deeper and deeper Jill dug her heels into his
left ball, and nut meat was oozing out in all directions, trying to escape its
undeniable fate. And then, with a loud "POP", the thing ruptured and
went slack, and eleven boys came at the same time. It was just too exciting.
All around the room, ropey ribbons of cum landed on the carpet or the sofa or
the wall as everyone but Jill and Chris had an orgasm at the loss of his nut.
Chris passed out and Tim came in and told them that their bedtime had come. By
this hour the cantharis had run its course, and their balls no longer itched.
All the boys were replete and satiated sexually, and so it was off to bed. Jill
changed into her nightgown in the bathroom and was tucked into bed by Tim. The
evening till dawn was peaceful and uneventful.
morning Jill woke up and climbed out of bed. She was going to be the cruelest
form of alarm clock - kicks, knees and punches to testicles to sleepy, hot
teenage athletes. Carefully and quietly she went from bed to bed and gingerly
drew back blankets, stepped between naked thighs, and rammed her foot into
helpless ball-sacks. Or she reached underneath sheets and pulled and punched
nuts. Either way she woke everyone up to groans and whimpers from ball-pain. It
was a huge egg, cheese and vegetable frittata and all the boys ate it with
gusto. Then they swallowed their medications and went back uptstairs. Some boys
went to the sauna, others went to the Jacuzzi and others plopped down on the
sofa to watch more porn. Regardless of where they went, the boys were horny,
hard and had itching inside their man-eggs.
changed out of her pajamas and into a lovely pink swim suit and joined the boys
in the Jacuzzi. It was the first time for her in one, and she loved the heat
and the bubbles and the odd smell of chlorine. It made her relaxed and likewise
it relaxed the ballbags of the boys inside the hot tub. Naturally, Jill's
playfulness came to the fore and she started to go underwater and randomly
squeeze and pull on the boy's eggs. She could barely see underwater but she
could feel their floating ballsacks and she targeted each of four boys in the
pool and then come up for air. One guy, David, had exquisitely sensitive balls,
and groaned loudly each time she squeezed his nuts. The other three boys were
more stoic and just grimaced. What she really wanted to do was pretend she was
a shark and bite the boys big balls but she couldn't hold her breath long
enough underwater so she had to settle for squeezing. Then the wide receiver,
Aaron, got partially out of the tub and sat in its rim, his naked testicles
dangling between his legs. Jill, pretending to be a shark, swam around until
she could get to where his nuts were and sucked on of them into her mouth. She
began to chew. Testicles are tough, of course, but not indestructible and Aaron
let out a high pitched whine as his right bollock was being eaten by this
little girl, but otherwise made no move to stop her. He, after all, had pledged
his manhood to her. She chewed and chewed on the tough teste while the other
boys jacked off to his pain while watching little Jill eat his ball. The
testicle was slippery and filled Jill's whole mouth, and it kept sliding from
one side of her mouth to the other. And then, it happened! His fat jewel went
"POP" and Aaron let out a scream, and collapsed on the deck, now
completely out of the hot tub. The boys watching all came at the sound of the
pop, their semen creating ribbons that drifted around the Jacuzzzi, and Jill,
pleased with her success grabbed a towel and went off to find Sean so he could
patch up her latest willing victim.
So, in my second poll I asked you all which aspect of BB/TT you liked best, busting balls, torturing testicles, removing cocks or bursting testicles, and a majority most of you answered "bursting testicles", with "busting balls" a close second. I have to say, the response was heart warming, and indeed, bursting testicles is my favorite part of these stories too. I realize that penectomies are not normally part of BB stories and it appears to be my own little, personal, sub-fetish. I can say with confidence that if I were sultan with my own male-harem, I probably would have a whole collection of lopped off cocks, dipped in gold, just as my own private thing. I think it's cool, but obviously that's just me, and I understand that.
So, now to poll #3. Very simply I want to know how my readers identify their sexual orientation. How many of you are gay, how many straight, and how many some-where in between. It's the sort of thing that will help me get a grasp on my readership. It will help me understand why some stories are wildly successful and others not so much. So please, if you will, take the poll and let me know where you stand. Head on over to the right side of my blog and scroll down until you get to the poll and vote!
Now I'm not one to make a fuss over small things, and I don't consider this blog to be anything more than harmless stroke material. But I have to speak out against the concentration camps being creating in Chechnya Russia where gay or bisexual men are rounded up, tortured and executed simply because they're "different". It's unthinkable to me that such behavior can exist in this modern day and age, and yet it's all there.
Here are some articles on the subject. Read them if you will.
That's right, for all you worldwide perves out there, share some of you darkest BB fantasies so we can all enjoy them and secretly think to ourselves, "well at least I'm not as fucked up as that mofo."
Maybe you want to eat your dog's bollocks while he watches. Maybe you want to see your kid brother hung by his balls until they're ripped off. Maybe you want to drop your nuts into your girlfriend's mouth so she can chew them into a spermy paste. Maybe you want to put on a pair of rollerskates, staple your testicle to a car and then be pulled around town by your nuts.
I think I shared mine with the mini-story BLAM, so let's hear some of YOURS
Answer in the comment section below . . .
and don't forget, the NSA is transcribing your every word, so make them enjoy their work and write something AMAZING!