Tuesday, September 15, 2015

(M/m) Daddy and Me (part 1) - NEW!

So here's the m/m story I've been working on for a while. Hope it pleases. Cheers!
Daddy and Me Part 1
My name is Jamie and my lover/master/daddy is Kris. We met when I advertised on an S&M site, looking for someone to bust my balls and eventually pop them. We hooked up initially at a local leather bar and when, after a few weeks, we found that we clicked I moved in with him so that I could receive consistent abuse.
Kris isn’t your average daddy. Yes, he’s 35, but he’s fit, smooth, muscular and has a chiseled face and a nice, neatly trimmed beard. He’s got an eight inch penis with unusual girth, and it fills me up like no other dick I’ve been fucked by. He’s got a swimmer’s build, a swimmer’s height, is incredibly strong and is sexy as hell. I on the other hand am about 5’7”, muscular but slight, with black hair, a nine inch dick, and most importantly two really fat nuts in a really loose, pendulous sack. Like Kris, my body is hairless and unblemished.
What you have to know about me is this: my thing is pain. I’m addicted to it. For me pain is pleasure, and I’ve been inflicting torture on myself for years. Even when I was a little kid I’d jam needles into my arm just to see what would happen, and when puberty hit I discovered my nuts – how sensitive they were and how easy it was to cause pain through them. I began to bust my own balls by the age of 14 and I would spend hours alone, when my parents were away, jacking off and busting myself in the nuts. Oh, it was heaven. But of course it’s always much more fun to have someone else do the busting for me, and get off on it themselves. So, when I reached 18 I began to look for someone to keep me in perpetual agony, and thanks to the advertisement, I found Kris. Before him I’d only gotten the odd kick to the balls by friends or boyfriends, mostly done as experiments or dares, but I wanted something more predictable, consistent and fulfilling.
Our first night together we left the bar where we’d met up and came to his place which was an upscale apartment just a few blocks away. Kris was a rising executive in San Francisco investment firm, and was rolling in the dough. He had a fast car, a huge apartment, expensive furniture and every conceivable modern gadget. Like most sadists, his home decor tastes were spare and clean, with lots of metal and polished wood surfaces, and as soon as we went through his front door he had me pushed up against a wall and was kissing me fiercely. Our physical chemistry was off the charts. I was groping him, he was groping me, and we were like two wild animals in heat. It wasn’t long before he had my pants off and he started squeezing my cotton-clad bulge rather firmly. We both knew, as my advertisement stated, that I wanted to be in nut pain, and Kris was only two happy to oblige. While kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe, he reached under my underwear and fondled my balls, to assess their size, their heft and their vulnerability. He was an expert at this, and his right hand singled out my fat left nut and began to squeeze it harder and harder. Oh god, it was great. He began to press his thumb into my ball, and he was an obviously an experienced dom because he knew just how long and just how hard to squeeze to cause maximum pain. I gasped in pleasure and moaned for him to continue.
He let up in the pressure to stroke my rigid cock through the fabric of my boxer-briefs and I pressed my erection into his hand. “Hurt me,” I whispered, “Hurt me so good.”
“Of course,” was his soft reply. He started kissing me even more passionately and grated my two vulnerable rocks together, like he was trying to make peanut-butter out of them. His grip was inescapable and relentless. I loved it. Eventually we made it to his bedroom and we undressed each other as quickly as possible, although I left my socks on to keep my balls loose and ready for action. I flopped down on the bed, and lay with my legs spread. He took the hint and positioned himself so that his knee was between them. Then while he held me by the shoulders, he began to ram his knee into my nutsack. THWACK THWACK THWACK. Naked knee flesh smacked naked ball flesh. He started off quick but slowed down eventually so that we could both stroke our cocks while my balls got pasted. STROKE SMACK STROKE SMACK. He began to look into my eyes as we did this, and watched each pulse of pain pass through them, my black eyes to his hazel ones, and he loved seeing that pain. I groaned loudly. I could feel my balls swelling with the punishment. It was wonderful. That night I secretly wondered how big my balls would get with Kris as their buster, and how big they would get before he popped them for me.
Over the course of that evening the kneeing progressed to hitting, and then pulling, and finally squeezing. He spread my legs, lubed up his extra-fat cock, and plunged it inside of me, practically splitting me in two, all the while squeezing one ball in each hand. I had pain in my ass and pain in my balls and I couldn’t have been happier. I think by the time we both came I was drooling on myself, and only half coherent, but man oh man, what an orgasm it was! The pain in my balls and ass blurred into this mass of tingling pleasure, and I came so hard the cum hit the head board behind me. His cum injected itself deep into my guts, and I reveled in the thought that this hot daddy had breeded me.
That night we cuddled for while, and then had two more exhausting sex/busting sessions before we fell asleep at 3 in the morning. I saw him every night after that for three weeks, meeting him at his door when he got off of work. He always varied his punishment of me: kicks, hits, knees, pulls, smacks, squeezing, and even pulling and twisting. Our sex also varied. Sometimes he wanted a blowjob, sometimes he’d give me one at some point. He liked to fuck me in various positions too, but always with those strong hands of his mangling my manhood. And my ballsack stayed perpetually red and inflamed, while my nuts nearly doubled in size. They were getting to look impressive, by any standard. They were bigger now than AAA hen eggs, but thanks to my voluminous sack, still loose and free. My hope was to get them to turkey egg size before they were destroyed. I looked forward to having to squeeze them into my jeans and having the pain of their compression with me all day long.
He would tell me to do things during the day to keep up my pain threshold. Like punching my own balls or putting weights on them or tying them up for hours on end until they turned purple. And after a few weeks we progressed to the next step of pain and torture. One night he unlocked the door to his “dungeon”. It was full of chains and hooks and leather harnesses and everything else you’d normally find. Evil looking toys, needles, a car battery, and so forth. He put a black hood over my head, and while I was naked strung me up so that my arms and legs were spread wide. I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could only listen. Now that there was no possibility of protecting my nuts (not that I’d ever tried), he began to seriously damage them. He rammed his kneed between my hips, and jerked his knee into my balls. He kneeled down and did straight punches to my dangling nuts so that they slapped against my ass. On one occasion he even sucked in just my left ball and began chewing on it. Not hard enough to pop it but hard enough to make me squirm like a little kid at the doctor’s office.
After several nights of that he decided to up the ante. While I hung there, in the leather harness, he swabbed my sack with alcohol and then got out his needles. He chose the fattest ones and after binding my balls with twine, he began to push needles into my testicles, which were so swollen and fat that he had twice the real-estate to work with when compared to the size of an average guy’s eggs. With each needle inserted it felt like someone had my nuts in a vice and was turning the screws tighter and tighter. It was agonizing heaven. Then to cause extra pain, on one occasion, he electrocuted my balls, and on another occasion fried my balls by lighting the exposed end of the needles with a cigarette lighter. The heat traveled all the way through my onions, causing an ache in my guts unlike any other I had ever experienced.
Night after night of torture, each night culminating in him splooging all over me while he stroked himself and ruined my nuts, and me cumming on myself without anyone touching my dick, but with vomit inducing pain roiling up from the pits of my abdomen all the while. On one morning after such a session, he was leaving for work, and I was still naked in bed. I walked over to the window and rapped on it so he’d look up as he stepped out into the street and headed for his car. He did look up and I pressed my naked cock and balls against the window pane, so that they turned white from the pressure. I wanted to show him my utter devotion, and tease him for what he could do to them when he got home from work. I didn’t care one whit whether anyone else saw me. I loved him that much.
Sometimes we’d go out for dinner to a restaurant. If we sat at a table, across from each other, he’d invariably plant his foot between my legs, and juice my nuts with pressure. Sometimes he’d surreptitiously take off his shoe so that he could roll around my balls with his toes. If we sat at a booth, side by side, he’d slide his free left hand down my pants to grasp just one testicle, and then he’d squeeze it between his rock-hard fingers until my eyes watered. But I never made a noise, and the waiters never knew that such sexual activity was going on. I loved it.
Sometimes we’d be at some diner and we’d both go to the bathroom at the same time. If we were alone, he’d ram his knee between my legs until I fell the floor, coughing and clutching my groin in abject agony; the fact that we might get caught made the whole activity that much more sexy.
But things all came to a head about five months after I moved in. It was Kris’s birthday and he said he wanted to burst one of my balls as his present. I agreed unhesitatingly and asked him how he wanted to destroy it. He said he’d bought a new device designed specifically for bursting human male balls. He showed it to me. It looked like a pair of pliers except it had an especially broad, flat head. He let me choose which ball was popped, though. I reached down and groped my naked package. Even though both balls were swollen and distended, my right nut was still smaller than my left one. It had been that way all my life. So I decided he should crush my right nut, saving the bigger leftie for my final bursting. Kris grinned at that, then he kissed me and grated my rocks together with his free hand.
As a prelude to the bursting he invited all his friends over to the house for a party, and I was strung up, again, blindfolded, again, and then all the guests (mostly consisting of burly bear gay men), got a chance to kick, hit, squeeze or mangle my silky sack. Some of them, of course, also masturbated me, which was nice, and Kris naturally got the opportunity to make me cum, not just once, but three times throughout the night. Each time my testicles became more and more sensitive, and the guys did several drinking games centered around hitting my sack, punching it as hard as they could. CRACK CRACK CRACK. Hard manly knuckles against my naked ball-flesh. I flopped around like a fish on the hook, my rigid pole waving back and forth. At the end of the night I was taken down, and I had to suck off each guy until they came. I drank gallons of cum that night, some of which even went up my nose or into my eye if they wanted to bukake me. Have you ever had cum in your eye? It BURNS. But I was down for it all. Pain was my pleasure.
Two days after that, on Saturday, it was time for me to lose a ball. My right nut was big, ripe and ready to pop. Throughout the day I would squeeze and knead my orb, trying to remember how it hung and felt. I was going to be half a eunuch by that evening, and I wondered what it would be like to only have a half-full scrotum. Would I like it? Would I miss my nut? What was Kris going to do with it once he crushed it? Would he eat it? Preserve it? Throw it away? So many questions. So many possibilities. I was looking forward to finding out.
Early that morning, before Kris woke up, I took a hot bath and shaved off what little pubic hair I had, mostly on the treasure trail. Then I dried myself off and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for my daddy: hash browns, bacon, fresh fruit, orange juice and my right testicle in a soft-boiled egg cup, along with some spinal tap needles. Since my nut was going to be ruined anyway, I thought we might as well get as much mileage as we could out of the thing. Kris was of the same mind. While he was eating his breakfast I stood next to him, and let him push the needles into my fat trapped ball, twirling them and making mush out of my sperm cells. If you want to know the truth, I was on the verge of puking all over Kris and the bed, it hurt that bad, but somehow I retained my dignity and managed not to.
When he’d finished, Kris wanted to shower together, so back to the bathroom I went. I worshiped his body, soaping it up, cleaning him, his hole, his cock, his delicious balls, and every other body part. After he was clean, I bent over so he could fuck me, and he did so, his balls slapping against my butt. It was his favorite thing to do to me in the shower, fuck me, and fuck me hard. He reserved ballbusting for when we were both dry. He rammed his prick into me until he came, but I wasn’t allowed to. He didn’t want me to ejaculate until my ball had been smashed.
I dried both of us off, and we went into the living room, still naked, to watch some TV, next to a roaring fire; it was a cold November Saturday and warming fires were just the thing to ward off the cold.
For several hours we lay on the white bearskin rug, warm and fuzzy, and kissed, hugged, cuddled and acted like any other romantic couple would. But time marches on, and so must kink, so by noon I was strung up in my usual position with Kris taking kicks to my swollen huevos. SMACK SMACK SMACK. His naked toes were burying themselves deeply into my family jewels. Then after a half-hour of that, he kneeled before me and began to suck me off while also punching my balls. I struggled mightily to keep from cumming; ironically the pain in my nuts only encouraged me to jizz down his throat than rather keep me from doing so. I popped my knuckles, bit my tongue and did everything I could to distract myself from the delicious pain my daddy was visiting upon me.
But before I could really lose control, he stopped his sucking and punching and he let me down for a breather. After an hour he returned to the dungeon, and told me to put on one of the ball pressed over just my right nut. Then he told me to tighten the screws. I did so. He told me to tighten them again. I did. Then some more, then some more, followed by another turn. My poor ball was going flatter and flatter. He told me to make another turn. OMG, the pain was amazing. My hands were shaking. I told him I couldn’t turn it anymore myself. So, he handcuffed me and started to turn the screws himself. Soon he was huffing and puffing. My fat ball was exceptionally resilient. It was quite apparent that he was going to have to do something drastic if he wanted to actually pop the ball. Between my howls of pain I could see Kris assessing the situation. Eventually when he could tighten them no further, Kris had me get up off the floor, hooked me back up the harness, and attached a parachute and weights to my nut-sack. And then left me there for several hours while he left the apartment to get something.
I heard him return and fuss about for a while although I couldn’t totally pay attention to him as the agony in my balls was excruciating. But apparently it was only going to get worse.
Kris walked in, holding a syringe and a clear glass bottle of something.
“You ready to give your ball up to me, my little honey?”
“Absolutely,” I croaked.
“Good, I’m going to let you down, and I want you to go to the bedroom and lay down.”
He untied me, took the weights off my balls, unscrewed the press (which made me scream because of the blood rushing back into my nuts), and I hobbled into the bedroom. There were white silk ropes tied to the bed posts. I lay down between them, and watched my daddy come in. He set down what he was holding and began to tie the ropes to me. Each knot, each twist was done with the greatest care, and viciousness. Soon all four of my limbs were tied up and immobilized, tied so tight that my legs and hands quickly went to sleep. Kris smiled at me. I gave a pained smile back. Then he tied a bandana around my head and over my mouth so that I couldn’t make any sounds.
He retrieved his items and showed them to me.
“This,” he said, “is a syringe, and this is a bottle of hydrochloric acid. I’m going to inject this whole bottle into your ball, so that when it’s time to crush it, I won’t have to struggle. Your ball will be one massive liquid balloon.”
My eyes popped out of my head. This man was a diabolical genius. Now this was REALLY going to hurt. I just sort of groaned while I watched him fill the syringe. He then straddled my crotch, plucked up my right nut, and stabbed the needle deep into its heart. I grunted into my gag. He injected the solution against the minimal resistance my ball put up, and then he refilled the syringe and kept doing that until my ball had swollen half again as much as it was. It looked like a huge red kidney bean, and the acid began its work. I could feel it liquidizing the inside of my testicle. OMG it was painful. It felt like someone was roasting my ball over an open fire while I was still attached to it. I writhed in agony and made kicked-puppy sounds while Kris watched and masturbated himself over me. He was obviously enjoying my torment.
Kris murmurred a little ditty while I moaned, “Johnny was a chemist, but Johhny ain’t no more. ‘Cuz what he thought was H20 was H2SO4.”
After a while I felt a different, sharp pain in my groin. I opened my eyes and looked down. Kris had a scalpel and was slicing the right side of my scrotum open, and with a cauterizer was keeping the blood to a minimum. I watched as he pulled out my huge misshapen testicle into the light of the room. The thing writhed and moved slightly as it lay there, being dissolved from within. Little drops of tan sperm were seeping out of it and onto the duvet through the holes the needles had made earlier in the day. Kris handled my precious ball for a while, caressing it, squeezing it, and letting it dry out a little. Then he retrieved his gadget for popping it, the big-headed flat set of pliers. He maneuvered the thing until it was centered on the ball, and then looked at me.
“Are you ready to give your testicle up to me? To my pleasure, to my sadistic thrill?”
I nodded and gurgled into my gag.
“OK. I’m going to jack you off while I squeeze. Cumming will be the last pleasant thing you feel before you pass out. Stay awake until you cum. Don’t fail me.”
Soon I felt the pressure being applied, and I felt his hand stroking my cock, which had now been leaking cum for a half hour. But that wasn’t as pleasant as it sounded, because the pre-jack was laced with acid and was burning my urethra while it dribbled out.
Kris stroked me harder and harder, faster and faster while the pressure was increasing on my nut. I was screaming into my gag. This was more pain than any human being could reasonably bear, and I was getting my wish fulfilled – getting my nut popped by a sadist who wanted it crushed as badly as I did.
With more and more pressure he bared down on my ball, grunting slightly as he did so. We both watched with horror, fascination and eroticism as my raw white testicle compressed in the center and bulged at the perimeter. It bulged more and more, and I was amazed at the resiliency the testicle had. It was now mush in the center and leaking on the outside, but it put up a good fight, and made us both anticipate its final demise.
I began to hold my breath, waiting for its moment to come, and I could see Kris’s cock getting ready to blow, just like mine was. His extra fat cock-head was purple and pulsing, and mine was red and engorged. More, and more and more he pressed. I could feel a scream building and after a few seconds, it exploded from my lungs. AAAAHHHHHH! For at that moment my liquidized testicle popped with a wet “SPLAT” sound, and dribbled its contents everywhere. My penis pulsed in Kris’s right fist and then spattered me with jizz while his own, untouched penis shot all the way to my face and with his eyes closed, Kris savored the end of my ball, and his orgasm. I passed out, and all that I knew for the rest of the night was . . . darkness.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

(F/Mgroup) Hahreem, Part 1 - NEW!

This is the first part of a story I've had in my files for decades. So I though it might be time to bring out and let it get a little fresh air. If people like it, then I may continue it.
Hahreem Part I
Xeiva floated in the lotus filled pool, torchlight reflecting and glittering on the water’s surface. She dunked her head into the scented water and then rose again, running her fingers through her long, silky black hair. She ran her hands down its length, and then up the front of her nude body, her amazing body, her royal body.
A flicker distracted her from her erogenous play. Her chamberlain leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Your majesty, the King of Roihas is here. Shall I tell him to expect you?”
Xeiva took some moments to decide the fate of this newly subjugated vassal. She floated, thinking of what would be most humiliating for him. Finally she spoke.
“Tell him to undress and bring him here.” She wanted to see what his lineage had to show in the breeding department. Her chamberlain nodded and scuttled away. This was her favorite part of breaking in new royalty. As Empress, and therefore overlord of many kings, princes, and landed gentry, she’d had the pleasure of seeing dozens of men debase themselves before her. It was always so  . . . erotic.
Several minutes later the flames guttered again, and King Jahmine III, young and fresh was escorted to her bathing pool. He was of average height, muscular, smooth skinned and a brunette. He was well endowed and his balls hung loose between his legs.
“Join me,” said Xeiva smoothly. The young king looked nervous, but stepped down into the warm water, and floated to the side opposite his new suzerain, keeping as much room between them as possible. He didn’t mind being naked in front of her, he was more worried about what was going to happen to him, his family and his country.
Xeiva made him wait. She floated quietly; eye’s closed, letting her moist breasts bob in front of her. They were large, pert and perfectly formed. Jahmine just watched her. It was obvious she was the one in charge, and that his usual position as the superior was a thing of the past. Finally she deigned to speak to him.
“Well,” she said, “My army has made quite an example of your little country. I predict that after we’ve assessed its worth, we’ll be able to make some vast improvements. Your people are backwards, uneducated, unenlightened and uncouth. The change will be a wrench at first, but you will appreciate in the end.” She took a moment to shift a floating lotus flower with her toes. She let it lift into sight, so well shaped and delicate, then it slipped below the water.
“As for your nobles, they will retain their status, and help administer my new annexation. However . . .” she paused a moment. “You,” she continued “will have to make a decision. You can either submit yourself to become of my harem or face execution. If you submit, your family will retain ruler ship and your son can succeed you.”
“Your harem?” said Jahmine, in shock. “My family has been rulers of Roihas for fifteen generations. I will not be your plaything,” the young king growled.
“I see. Well, then I’ll have your son brought here to see your head roll down the palace steps.” Xeiva leaned back and relaxed into the warm water. “The decision is yours.” Jahmine wrestled with this concept. All his life he’d been treated with the utmost deference and respect, now here was this heartless woman demanding his complete obedience, like was some kind of animal.
“And if I refuse to submit to this forced humiliation? I am not afraid of you. The Temujin have ruled Roihas for generations. You will regret this.” He glared at her, his blue eyes boring into hers.
Xeiva gave him a relaxed smile. “Then I will torture your son and daughters, your sisters and cousins until you relent. Every king I have conquered has become my slave or I have wiped their blood line from the earth.” Xeiva’s pink nipples floated above the water like little buoys.
Jahmine looked angry and defiant. For about a minute, until he realized that his entire family’s well-being was in the hands of this voluptuous and cruel woman. Her armies had decimated his, the royal family under house arrest, his son kidnapped, the palace in ruins. What could he do? His shoulders slumped and he shuddered. His power would have to go. His pride too. He would have to become a slave, like so many that he, himself, had used and abused. A small moan escaped his lips.
Xeiva just said, “Mmm. I love the sound of victory.” She looked at him. “You made a wise choice.”
He stammered. “What, what do you want from me?” He was just staring at the water, a glazed look in his eyes. He was in a state of shock.
“Why, your body, mind and soul, young King. Especially your manhood. All my men give me complete access to their livelihood.” Xeiva slipped over to him and put her hands between his legs. She grasped his testicles and squeezed them, somewhere between firm and painful. “These belong to me now. Do not forget this.” She squeezed harder. Jahmine gritted his teeth, determined not to let he see his discomfort. Xieva just smiled again. She had seen this so often.
Grating his rocks together she looked into his eyes. They were starting to tear. Her nipples were just centimeters from his muscled chest. They grazed it gently. Now he became turned on, in the middle of this torture. The ample rod between his legs rose up and Xeiva brushed it too with her hands. Then she was gone, swimming back to her own side.
“So you intend for me to just spread them any time you get the urge?” his voice was scornful. “Like any man would let a woman mangle his virility.” He snorted.
Xeiva raised her hand and snapped her fingers. From the depths of the shadows cast by the torches stepped forward a handsome young man, fully naked, who loped over to where his mistress was. He kneeled down and gently guided her hand to his balls. Jahmine was suddenly aware that the entire room was full of naked men standing statue-like against the wall. All of them naked, all of them waiting for a signal of the Empress to rush to her side.
The kneeling teenager wrapped Xeiva’s fingers around his larger right nut. “Burst my ball, great mistress.” He was totally serious. Jahmine watched with a mixture of horrer, distaste and excitement. This was the first time he’d seen a woman, a lowly woman, exercise such power over the stronger sex. It was remarkable. Xeiva’s eyes never left Jahmine’s as she squeezed the young man’s bulb. She squeezed with fingers of iron and in just a minute and half the testicle burst under her finger nails. Its nutmeat oozed out from between her fingers, and she began to squeezed the remains to thoroughly pulp it. The harem slave shuddered and twitched, but never moved, or tried to remove her hand from his ball or even cry out. This male was totally in her thrall.
Xeiva let the ball bag drop and shooed her young victim away.  “You see. My men are willing to give up everything to me, and you will be no different. I sense defiance in you. It won’t last.” Rising onto the stairs, her toned and smooth body emerged, dripping in its glory. Her smooth body glistened in the torch-light. Her pert breasts, her shaved mound, and her ample buttocks, all moving with grace towards the naked male slave who was holding a towel for her. She motioned to her chamberlain as she was toweled off.
“Fit our young novice with a leash, and get my robes.”
“Yes mistress.”
A leather ball leash was brought in. “Get up!” barked the retainer at Jahmine. The King hesitated for second and then got out of the pool. The retainer roughly strapped the device around Jahmine’s cock and balls, splitting each ball, securing them and wrapping tightly around his penis. The penis that was still hard. Its 10 inch length jutted out like a flagpole, completely at odds with his master’s agitation.
By now, Xeiva was in a luxurious cotton robe, low cut at the neck line to show off her ample cleavage. She beckoned to Jahmine. He moved closer. The retainer handed her the ball leash, and she gave an experimental tug. His hips jolted and his balls stung. Then she pulled on it, making him follow her. “Come see your new accommodations.” He tottered after her. The rope was short, and she was almost pulling him along by the scrotum.
They walked down various corridors, two men in loincloths trailing behind them both, ready to force Jahmine to submit to their mistress, should the need arise. More than one conquered prisoner had tried to harm her.
They arrived at a doorway through which was a miraculous scene. It was Xeiva’s selamlik, the male equivalent of a harem. It was full of fit young men swimming, exercising or laying together, practicing their sexual technique. It was a beautiful gallery, an arched white room, sumptuous beds and silk sheet, lotus filled pools filled with deep blue water, and a gymnasium where the men kept their bodies toned and fit. There was also, off to the left, a secondary room which appeared to be a small amphitheater, whose purpose was a mystery to Jahmine. They stood in the archway, so he could take in the scene.
“This is where you’ll be sleeping and living, from now on. As the newest member, you will be subjugated to the pecking order, and will no doubt be subjected to various humiliations. I expect you to appreciate the attention, just as you shall appreciate mine.”
Anger boiled up in Jahmine. “You expect me to live HERE? Without any privacy. Without any servants? What do you take me for, a serf?”
Without missing a beat, Xeiva reached behind herself and slapped his protruding nuts as hard as she could. It instantly silenced him and he bent at the waist in temporary agony. One of the slaves reached forward to bind Jahmine’s hands together with a silken rope.
“Yes, I do.” Said Xeiva matter-of-factly. She turned and rammed the King in the nuts as hard as she could, several times. He almost collapsed, coughing furiously. Then she rammed her knee into his face. He jerked up, then . . . she racked him again until his legs gave way and he fell to kneeling. His nuts had started to swell, and they became painfully constricted by the harness.
“You should know, the last two royal pigs I put here died. One from auto-erotic asphyxiation by a Nubian pugilist, and the other drowning while being forced to give an underwater blow job to a Syrian chaplain. They didn’t even get a chance to service me. Such a pity.”
“At any rate. You’ll be here for a while. Think of it as the ‘breaking-in’ period. When I’m ready for you, someone insignificant will fetch you.” With one last kick to his testicles, punting them with her naked feet and squishing his balls with her toes, she let the attendants literally throw him into the midst of this all male assembly, many of whom had a deep hatred for those of royal descent.
. . . . TIME PASSES . . . . .

Monday, August 24, 2015

(FFFF/M) The Sock Shop II: The Annual Sale (a fan sequel by Knave) - NEW

So the main participant and the winner of my story contest is our dear Knave. He took up the task of making a sequel to the Sock Shop, and he's done an admirable job. Let him know in the comments below if you enjoyed it!

The Sock Shop II: The Annual Sale (a fan sequel by Knave)

Travis’s eyelids fluttered open slowly as the bedroom flooded with the golden sunshine of another Santa Fe dawn. Looking down, he couldn’t help but smile upon the gorgeous woman cradled in his strong arms. Her honey blonde hair curled around her porcelain face, framing it like a portrait. In her sleep she too was smiling, no doubt dreaming of the potential fun every new day brought.

Very gently, taking great care not to disturb his beautiful wife, Travis slipped away, replacing the warm covers where he had been. Then he tip-toed into the kitchen to start the coffee and make breakfast. Travis saw to it that Cindy began every day with a healthy, delicious meal. Cindy saw to it that Travis began every day with a different kind of treat.

When he had finished making his famous strawberry and mascarpone crêpes from scratch, he topped them off with a delicate dollop of whipped cream and arranged the dish on a serving tray decorated with a small vase of freshly picked irises from their back garden. He then nudged the bedroom door open with his toe and let the tantalizing aroma of coffee and cooking wake his sleepy spouse.

Yawning, Cindy stretched into a sitting position and smiled lovingly at her husband as he positioned the tray across her lap.

"Good morning my love." he said, leaning in for a kiss which Cindy happily reciprocated. Unable to stop herself, she reached down and squeezed Travis’s substantial package through his sheer, silky briefs, eliciting a deep, manly moan from him. The tight, tailored undies were his customary costume when at home. He was only allowed to wear "normal" clothing while out and about, or working at the shop. The briefs were designed in such a way as to always allow for easy access to his heavy scrotum and the large, lovely ovals contained within. Cindy purred as she rolled his orbs around in her palm, squeezing and pulling them gently.

"Good morning my dear." she said with a smile after pulling away from their kiss. "I see you’re quite happy to see me." she beamed, looking down at the thick erection her feminine hand had coaxed from him. He smiled back unabashedly.

"I’m definitely ready to start the day." Travis said with a slight smile.

"Well, rub my feet while I eat and we’ll get those balls of yours nice and swollen for the sale." Cindy said, sliding her soft, sock-clad feet out from under the comforter and wiggling her toes expectantly.

Travis gladly obliged, hopping on the bed and sliding his crotch under her soles as usual, so the foot he was not busy massaging could crush his balls and cock. Cindy did just that, loving how her husband’s goolies felt under her sock heel.

"Today’s sale promises to be the longest we’ve ever had, with stock from over 20 countries." Cindy reported between sips of coffee and bites of crêpe. Travis smiled and nodded, concentrating on Cindy’s left arch while her right one rhythmically pressed against his trapped testes like a gas pedal.

The term "sale" as Cindy used it did not actually mean what most retail stores’ "sales" meant. Every year, once a year, Cindy’s Sock Shop held a very special, incredibly exclusive event for its most valued customers. Wealthy, influential women from all over the world were invited to join Cindy and Travis for an all-day, non-stop ballbusting, cock teasing extravaganza to test out the newest, most expensive products for the upcoming year. The socks were all available for purchase after the fun of course, but not at any discounted price. The "sale" was always very hard on Travis physically and emotionally, but he was always rewarded with the smiles and pleasure of the women he so loved serving, especially Cindy.

When her plate was clear and her coffee cup was empty Cindy placed the serving tray beside her and rubbed both of her feet into Travis’s groin, stomping his cock and balls repeatedly. Left, right, left, right, her pounding feet pummeled his spuds, signaled the beginning of his morning "session." Travis grit his teeth and bore the pain as best he could, his rock hard cock not softening in the slightest.

"Good job my love!" Cindy cheered, clapping her hands when she had finished. She then stroked Travis’s thickness with her soft, sock soles, up its length and down again while watching the expression on his face turn from agony to ecstasy. His brow furrowed as she teased him with her sock feet, a single drop of sweat running down his temple. As his pulse quickened and his breathing became short he eventually yelped out, cuing Cindy to remove her feet before her husband experienced an orgasm.

"You were very close that time, weren’t you?" she asked with a giggle. Travis could only nod while the pain in his blue balls wrenched through his stomach.

"Only a few more edges and then you can take a shower and prepare the store." she said, returning her warm, soft feet to Travis’s pulsing rigidity. Through the thin layer of stretchy silk encasing his turgid member, Travis could feel every fiber in Cindy’s fuzzy socks as they slid up and down his shaft. His hands gripped the blankets beneath him as he fought the urge to let her push him over the edge, but each time he obediently chirped, letting his wife know exactly when to stop her maddening ministrations.

First five, then twenty, then fifty edges later, Travis’s body felt like one enormous, fused cock nerve. He shivered and shuddered uncontrollably with the overwhelming sensations. Cindy, for her part, was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, just as she did every morning. "You’re going to get a lot worse treatment than this during the sale, my love." she said, stopping her feet once again just at the razor’s edge of Travis’s climax.

"I know dear – I know." Travis sighed, the crown of his silken speedo now seeping with precum.

"That will do for now I think. Go wash up and get everything ready. I need to come a few times after all that teasing." Cindy stated happily, pulling her small, pink vibrator out of her bedside drawer and turning it on.

After clearing her plates and watering the flowers, Travis started the shower and slid off his tiny, stained undies. Not even freezing cold water cascading over his furious, red cock could make his erection subside. It was going to be a hell of a day, and he was as excited as he was scared.

* * *

After masturbating to a few glorious orgasms, Cindy took a soothing bath in scented bubbles and got dressed for the big day. She wore a form-fitting, yellow angora sweater dress with a scandalously low neckline and a thin ruby belt cinched around her tiny waist. A simple necklace of silver adorned her heaving cleavage and her flaxen curls were piled atop her head in a stylish up-do. Upon her feet she chose to wear her matching yellow angora ankle socks which complimented her patent, peep-toe Louboutins perfectly. Today was a very special day, so she dressed to impress.

Unlike his usual uniform of a crisp button-down shirt and casual, fitted slacks, Travis wore a pair of pristine, white socks, his special "sale day" underwear and nothing else. Like his typical underwear, they rode low on his chiseled hips and were tailored to present his cock and balls with anatomical precision, but unlike his usual daily undies, they were made of a super-thin poly-silk blend which promised to convey every sensation he felt that day with enhanced clarity and resolution. The fabric shone the brightest white, with an adorable black bow sewn just above his thick, twitching dick.

"You look very handsome." Cindy cooed, preening his brown hair and running her fingers along the length of his impressive pecker. Travis smiled proudly, a delicious shiver running down his spine at her tantalizing touch.

Just then the store’s doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of their first guest. "You get that. I’ll open the wine!" Cindy chirped, her excitement glowing on her face. She sent Travis off with a firm smack to his confined balls before descending into the wine cellar/play-room beneath the store.

Travis traipsed to the front door, his erection bobbing up and down above his bouncing bollocks. Through the glass window panes he could already see who was waiting to be let in and his heart skipped a beat. This was going to be difficult, but also a lot of fun. Travis unlocked and opened the door.

"Dahhhling!" the first guest yelled ecstatically before her high-heeled foot flew through the air and careened into Travis’s silk-clad scrotum with a THUMP, sending him to the ground in a mewling heap. "Oh come on, I barely kicked you!" she laughed, nudging him playfully between the legs. Cerena DeVere was one of Cindy’s most loyal customers, and over the years had purchased hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of the softest, most sinfully luxuriant socks conceived by human minds.

"I’m afraid you’re not going to get any easy treatment from me this year my dear man." Cerena said, kicking his hands away from his crotch and grinding her heel into his left nut. "I intend to finally break one of these fat balls if it kills me!" she punctuated her promise with a grievous stomp before stepping fully onto Travis’s swelling groin and skipping off of him on her way to the wine and cheese. "Helloooo dahhling!" Travis heard her shriek as she found Cindy.

Fighting to his knees Travis was suddenly greeted by a second impeccably aimed kick to his precious testes. It wasn’t nearly as forceful as Cerena’s had been, but it was timed perfectly and sent Travis to the floor again where he writhed, clutching himself.

"Hello Ms. Verstrum. Welcome." he grunted between gasps for breath. Alexandra Verstrum, 18 years old and gorgeous, was the heiress to the Verstrum oil fortune and also the youngest girl to ever be invited to the sock shop’s annual sale. Today she was decked out in a short sun dress of nearly transparent blue, her young, pert breasts tantalizingly visible through the sheer fabric. Her long, golden hair fell like a waterfall down her back, glowing like a halo in the sunshine. She looked down at Travis with a naughty grin and a friendly wave.

"Hello Travis! It’s lovely to see you again! It’s been too long, hasn’t it? Move your hands, please." she greeted Travis while prodding at his groin with her eager toes. Travis obeyed, laying on his back and spreading his legs to make his balls an even easier target.

Alexandra slipped off her alligator skin Blahniks ($4,600) and stepped lightly onto Travis’s nut-pouch in her sky-blue cashmere knee-highs. She bounced on his balls, loving the panting noises he made every time her full weight crushed his nuts against his pelvic bone.

"Do you remember these socks, Travis? You sold them to me on my 18th birthday. I thought for sure I would pop your balls that day, but they proved too resilient for me. Maybe today will be my lucky day." she mused gaily. Travis could only nod and struggle to breathe.

"Let me have a chance, child." a familiar voice issued through the doorway behind Alexandra. Travis’s eyes went even wider at the sound. He hadn’t heard that particular voice in over a year, and his cock stiffened further in response.

Alexandra stepped off of Travis’s flattened berries, revealing behind her the stately figure of Teresa Wheatherbuilt, the store’s very first and possibly wealthiest customer to date. She was a truly handsome woman, with shock-white hair cut into a fierce bob. She wore a stylish white, short-sleeved sweater which barely covered her generous breasts, and a tight pencil skirt which begged the eye to slide down to her feet. There Travis saw her trademark puffy white angora socks beneath strappy heels, cobbled for her feet personally by a crew of master Italian craftsmen. Her piercing eyes gazed down at Travis, a wicked smile playing across her deep red lips.

"It’s so good to see you down there, where you belong." she said seductively, sliding her own white angora foot out of its shoe before grinding her toes into his right bollock and twisting it viciously, as though she were trying to kill a huge, round bug. Travis’s boner throbbed visibly in the air.

"I am so happy … to be at your … feet again, Mrs. Wheatherbuilt." Travis whispered, the pain in his groin stealing his full voice. Despite the agony, his erection was literally bobbing back and forth with every beat of his heart.

"I somehow doubt you’re going to finish the day with all of your boy bits intact and functioning." Teresa purred, leaning into her grinding with more of her weight. Travis’s deep moan only spurred her on, but her activities were soon interrupted by Cindy’s beckoning voice.

"Teresa! My dearest Teresa, do come in!" she waved the multi-billionaire over. Teresa gave Travis’s plump plum one more good twist of her foot before stepping onto his groin with her full weight en route to the other women. Travis knew not to recuperate too long, and got to his feet quickly to join the rest of the group, but not before closing and locking the front door. It was an especially short guest list this year, he thought to himself.

* * *

The women all caught up and chatted for awhile, sipping expensive wine and enjoying decadent appetizers whilst Travis wandered among them, being groped, fondled, pinched, squeezed and generally objectified. He moved from one to the next, massaging their sock feet and calves as they reclined on comfortable lounge chairs.

"Cindy, I’ve been dying to ask you, why isn’t Mrs. Vandertroy here this year? I remember she nearly made Travis pass out at last year’s sale while wearing those amazing orange mohairs. Did her invitation get lost in the mail?" Cerena asked, trying her best to make the question seem like anything but gossip, which it obviously was.

"Oh you didn’t hear? Her husband, the governor was caught fooling around with their maid. When Mrs. Vandertroy found out she not only took him to court for every cent he was worth, she also took his left ball from him with a pointy stiletto heel!" Cindy laughed, reaching out to pinch Travis’s own left testicle as he knelt at her feet. "She’s spending the season in Portugal at a stud ranch I told her about. It’s very exclusive, of course. I imagine she’s busy fucking or nutting some handsome boy. Or maybe both!" she finished with a throaty laugh which the other women echoed.

"I do hope she can make it next year. She has a mean right leg." Cerena said taking another sip of wine.

"At the risk of sounding rude, I for one am glad she’s not here." Alexandra said coyly. "It means more Travis for the rest of us!" she snorted, her third glass of wine having a bit more of an effect on her young system. To punctuate her point she slid her blue sock foot between Travis’s kneeling thighs and rapidly kicked his dangling nuts from behind, twenty times in a row. He merely grunted, never ceasing to massage his wife’s feet. When Cindy had enjoyed his strong hands enough for the moment she delivered her own forceful kick to his groin, and stood up, stretching her calves.

"Alright ladies, it’s time to get down to the real business of the day." she announced in a very official tone. "Travis my love, be a dear and wheel in the cart." she said with a clap of her hands. Travis scurried to his feet and headed to the back room, catching a few extra slaps to his raging hard-on from the gathered women as he passed them. When he returned it was with a hand-trolley, stacked high with boxes of every color and shape.

"Ladies, I present to you, the fall collection!" Cindy said, her exuberant flourish met with wild applause and cheers from her guests. "The theme of this year’s sale is angora! Yes, that delicious, soft, heavenly fabric comprises every single pair of socks on this trolley. For those curious, the socks are outrageously expensive because we ensure that the fibers are only sourced from ethical, licensed angora breeders. No bunnies were hurt in the making of these socks." Cindy informed, meeting the combined approval of the gathered women. "Up first, some lovely ankle-highs from Seoul. Travis."

With that, Travis unboxed the first round of socks. They came in a rainbow of pastels, from pink to violet and all the colors between. Cindy chose turquoise, Alexandra chose light pink, Cerena picked out a pair of daring reds and last but not least, Travis helped Teresa slip on a pair of fluffy whites, since it was her favorite "color." After he had devotedly adorned each woman’s feet, Travis knelt dutifully on the floor, spread his knees widely and clutched his hands behind his back securely.

"Please rack me as hard as you can in my balls, ladies. They are your playthings today and I sacrifice them to you completely." he said with heartfelt honesty and conviction. It would have been enough to bring a collective tear to the women’s eyes, if they weren’t gearing up to plaster his nuts utterly and irreparably.

"Age before beauty." Teresa said with a laugh before walking brusquely towards Travis’s spread legs and pasting his potatoes as hard as she could with her fuzzy white instep. He coughed hoarsely and bent at the waist but didn’t fall over, or even reach to cover his aching crotch. "Let me try that again. I don’t think I got the right spot." Teresa said, bouncing Travis’s swelling gonads on her foot, gauging the distance.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Went her sock foot three more times, each kick harder than the last, until finally Travis keeled over, wailing and moaning like a banshee.

"That’s more like it." she said with a self-satisfied smirk. She flipped her white bangs out of her eyes and relinquished their toy to the next woman in line, Cerena.

"That looked like it hurt!" she laughed heartily, stepping forward and rubbing the top of her foot deep into Travis’s wounded groin. She rolled his enormous orbs around, loving their heat and weight upon her dainty sock toes. She especially liked the looks she could summon upon his grimacing face as she ground his testes up into his hip bones.

"Travis, Travis, Travis." she purred. "You’re beautiful, you know that? A perfect specimen of masculinity, and I’m going to put you in your place: on the ground!" she finished with a vicious kick directly to his left bollock.


With a high-pitched whine Travis fell instantly to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

"Holy shit, did I pop one already!?" Cerena exclaimed, a look of cruel giddiness on her face. So excited was she from the prospect of Travis’s neutering, her nipples threatened to rip right through her thin red sweater. Cindy rushed over to her fallen husband and rolled him over onto his back.

"Move your hands, sweety. Lemme see what we’ve got here." she gently prised his hands away from his tortured scrotum and felt around with her fingertips, pinching and probing, rolling and groping. She smirked and shook her head. "Nope, sorry Cerena my dear, he is fully intact yet. That was a hell of a kick though!" the other women nodded their agreement.

"I’ve been continuing my leg strengthening exercises with a new personal trainer, Raoul. He was the best yet, but I finally broke him just last night. It’s a shame too, he was such a good fuck!" Cerena cackled.

"You’re so bad!" Alexandra scolded her mockingly, a wide grin on her pretty face. "Is it my turn yet?"

Cerena pouted a bit. "Oh, alright. I’ll break at least one of them at some point today. Go ahead ‘Xandra. Give it to him good."

Alex stretched her dainty feet in their fuzzy pink socks and skipped up to Travis, who had managed to fight through the pain and return to his posture of total submission. Cindy had coaxed him with some kissing and cock-teasing. His erection pulsed strongly in his thin briefs, bobbing up and down in mid-air.

"God you’re a lucky woman, Cindy. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t jilled off to the thought of Travis’s cock on more than one occasion." she confessed while stroking her foot along the length of the shaft she so desired. "I bet he cums gallons." she mused before slamming her small foot as hard as she could into Travis’s bulging pouch, sending him once again to the floor in a quivering, groaning pile.

"He does indeed. When I allow him to cum, that is. He tastes that treat rarer and rarer these days though. I find blue balls hurt him so much more." Cindy explained, again checking her husband’s sack for permanent damage. "Jesus, at this rate you ladies are going to end the fun before it’s even begun!" she said. "He’s fine though. Alex, you too seem to be stronger than last time you visited us."

"Well…" Alex blushed, "I’ve been running half marathons for the charity my family supports. That and my Krav Maga training have improved my athleticism significantly."

"Oh that’s brilliant. What charity is that again my dear?" Teresa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s for victims of spousal abuse, mostly women of course. We raise money to bring their abusers to justice and then we...well this part is of the utmost secrecy, you understand." Alexandra said while grinding her young foot into Travis’s crotch as he lay on the ground. "We have a secret task force of women that finds the husbands and boyfriends, and teaches them a lesson they can’t forget." her soft foot squished Travis’s balls against the floor. "I don’t think I need to explain what happens to them." she said, a delicious smile playing across her rose-colored lips.

"That’s marvelous. You can count on my donation this year." Teresa said, joining Alex in her groin-grinding.

"And mine as well!" Cerena added, stepping up onto Travis’s cock, pressing it hard into his tensing stomach muscles.

Alexandra had claimed Travis’s large left nut while Teresa was busy crushing his equally enormous right one. Travis was doing his best to be brave, but none of his prior experience with ballbusting could have prepared him for the levels of brutality he was now suffering. And yet, against all odds, his boner raged even harder, especially being trod upon as it was by the beautiful sock feet of Cerena DeVere. The sensations of pain and pleasure began to mix into a heady brew that was threatening to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

"God I just love the feeling of a nice big man-ball under my sock foot." Teresa grinned evilly as she twisted and ground the ball of her foot harder and harder into her chosen testicle. "It gets me all hot and bothered."

Alexandra’s cheeks were also flushed, her vibrant young skin glowing with the exertion behind her own twisting foot.

"Um - ladies - uh…" Travis stuttered, "I’m - um..." he wheezed through his gnashing teeth. Intense pre-orgasmic electricity was coursing through his cock, signaling the approach of an inevitable climax.

"Oh my God, is all this action getting you close to the edge? Do our sock feet all over your cock and balls feel good?" Cerena asked rhetorically, grinding one of her fuzzy arches on the plump, sensitive crown beneath her. "I don’t know if you have permission to cum my dear man." she teased happily.

"He doesn’t, I assure you." Cindy said, crossing her arms and grinning. "You’d better stop that impulse right now, hubby."

The look in Travis’s eyes was priceless, and gave Cindy a kind of pleasure that only dominating her handsome, manly husband could give. She could see the tumultuous conflict all over his pale, pained face. He wanted to cum so badly, since it had been well over two months since his last ejaculation, yet despite his own desires, he knew he wasn’t allowed to, within the femdom guidelines of his marriage. Thus he was forced to fight his body’s own natural urges, trying to shut down the increasing sensations of eruption now stampeding up his erection.

For their parts, Teresa, Alexandra and Cerena just gave it to him even harder. They squished his huge balls and trampled his gorgeous cock beneath their sexy sock feet, smiling from ear to ear as they watched him writhe and struggle.

"Please…please..." he begged over and over again, his eyes wide with fear and panic. His body raced towards the finish line even as his mind fought it tooth and nail. He thought about baseball, but his cock became the bat and his nuts the balls. He thought about politics, but the candidates all became the women in the room. He thought about religion, but Cerena became a goddess towering above him and he, her high priest. There was nothing he could do, so he steeled himself for the unavoidable consequences.

"He’s there!" Cerena suddenly yelled, feeling his cock thicken as it engorged fully with semen. She quickly jumped from her perch atop his crotch and watched as Alexandra and Teresa also removed their feet entirely. The look on Travis’s poor face was absolutely magnificent as his orgasm was ruined utterly. Without any further stimulation to his aching genitals, the mouth of his iron rod yawned open and merely oozed a steady, thick stream of hot, bubbling cum. It seeped through the thin fabric of his speedos and dripped down his hips, collecting in a pathetic puddle beneath him.

All Travis could do was wail. Bitter tears streamed down his face as he was denied any of the pleasure that comes with a fully realized orgasm. This aborted excuse was more painful than even the kicks to his balls had been. It felt like a wrench was clenched down on his testicles and was biting them flat. His blue balls deepened three shades darker and all the women did was point and laugh.

"Oh Cindy, I know you told me how funny a ruined orgasm was, but I didn’t believe it until I finally saw it for myself! Look at him! He’s absolutely tortured!" Teresa exclaimed, delighted.

"I know, right?! The best part is, his cock will remain just as hard, since he didn’t enjoy that at all!" Cindy said, positioning herself to stand between her husband’s legs. Throughout the ordeal, he had kept them spread obediently. "Oh, and now his balls are about five times as sensitive as before." she added, pulling back her foot and slamming her heel deep into Travis’s bulging package.


Now the pain was more than Travis could bear. He flipped over onto his belly and wriggled around like a dying fish on the deck of a boat. The gathered women laughed and hugged each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies freely.

"Let’s get him strung up and do some real damage." Cindy said, cracking her knuckles and smiling.

* * *

When the women were finished, Travis was immobilized with his hands secured to a crossbeam above him and his legs spread wide, tied to eye-hooks in the ground. Cindy and her guests gathered around Travis to admire their captive. Sculpted arms lead down into strong pectorals with hard, pink nipples. His ribs extended down into firm obliques and tight abdominals which trailed deliciously into his shaven pubis. They had removed his ceremonial underwear to get a better look at his pride and joy, which they oggled openly with lust in their collective eyes.

His proud pecker raged even harder than it had been while Cindy teased him earlier that morning. His swollen testicles filled out his scrotum, having the appearance of two large oranges clutched tightly together in a delicate pink balloon. His heart raced with excitement and fear. The room was heady with hormones of both genders.

"Ladies, this is the final round, as it were. To the victor go the spoils." Cindy announced while stroking her husband’s substantial cock with her soft hand, coaxing a pearly bead of precum from the bright red slit. "Kick him as hard as you can, but take turns, only one kick per turn. If you break a ball, you keep the socks you’re wearing as our gift!"

The look of wicked desire in the eyes of the gathered women sent a thrilling chill down Travis’s whole body, culminating in the literal and visible quivering of his aching plums.

"Teresa, as is tradition, you have the first kick." Cindy said, taking a position behind her husband to continue her maddening ministrations on his eager erection. Travis could feel the excitement in Cindy’s own nipples as they pressed against his back.

"Travis, I’ve been to twelve of these annual sales and I’ve never been able to break your balls. We’ll see if you’re so lucky this year." Teresa said with a seductive grin. Approaching slowly she leaned up against him, her right hand joining Cindy’s to grope his long cock. Her bountiful breasts rubbed against his chest in her soft sweater. Travis could not stop his eyes from plunging into her cleavage. She leaned in close and raised his head to kiss him deeply, curling his toes and drawing sighs from the other women.

Releasing Travis, she took a step back, flexed her right foot in its fuzzy sock and launched her first kick directly into his huge balls.


All the women cringed in unison, huge grins on their faces, before breaking into applause. Teresa smiled and sashayed to the back of the line, pride painted across her beautiful face. Cindy stopped her cock teasing momentarily to check the damage, and shook her head. Teresa stamped her foot. "I thought for sure I had it that time!" she fumed.

"Don’t worry dahling, you’ll get him next time. Unless I break them both right now!" Cerena comforted before running forward and slamming her own sock foot deep into Travis’s bruised groin.

WHAM! Went her pointed foot, sending Travis’s whole package bouncing. He yelped loudly, unable to slump or cover himself in any way. Before Cindy could reach down to perform a manual diagnostic, Cerena beat her to it. "Let me check!" she nearly screamed, reaching out to grab Travis’s pouch savagely, twisting and squeezing it brutally before pouting. She slapped his balls hard with her open palm before standing up and joining Teresa at the end of the line. "He’s fine." she frowned.

Alexandra skipped gaily up to Travis and reached out to soothe his agonized sack. "Poor ballsies. They look like they’re in so much pain! But this cock sure looks like it’s having a good time." she noticed, running a silky finger up the length of his turgid shaft. Travis shuddered and sighed. "I’m going to try to hurt you terribly now." the spritely young woman said before creaming his cantaloupes with frightening speed. Her soft, pink sock rocketed between his spread legs, sending visible shockwaves rippling through his muscular thighs. Again everyone winced, and again Cindy checked for damage, but shook her head. Alexandra shrugged and leaned down to kiss Travis sweetly on the cockhead. "Next time." she said, looking up to meet his terrified eyes.

So the women took turns, trying to outdo each other with each horrifying kick. First Teresa would pummel his potatoes, followed swiftly by Cerena’s crushing foot and then Alexandra’s killing kick. With each attack Travis’s scrotum darkened and swelled as his cock grew harder and more frustrated. The ruined orgasm he had experienced earlier only magnified the torture of the women’s continued kicking. Cindy, for her part, never stopped cock-teasing him, reaching forward to also pinch his rigid nipples.

After a eight long hours of non-stop, full-force kicks (with breaks for wine and light banter) Travis was fighting the urge to hurl and also fighting to remain conscious. His whole body was a wreck. His muscles were weak and ached with straining. Sweat dripped down his tanned skin and his genitals were so bruised and swollen it looked like he was harboring eggplants between his legs.

Cindy called a pause to the action, "Ladies, as always you have all performed valiantly, but I’m afraid this will be your last kick, each. Make it count!"

Teresa prepared herself, stretching her calves and bouncing in place. Her predator’s gaze locked onto Travis’s enormous balls, nearly boring holes through them. She licked her lips, set herself and sprung. Her foot flew through the air in a perfect parabola, culminating in an incredible strike directly between her targets. It was perfect. Travis moaned and wailed, precum seeping out of his crown and flying into the air to splash against his slightly stubbled chin. Pinching both of his bloated bollocks between her fingers, Cindy shook her head.

"I’m sorry, Teresa. Not this year." she reported, unable to hide the pride in her voice at her husband’s incredible strength.

"Well, fuck!" Teresa swore, stomping her foot again in a miniature temper tantrum. "My pool boy’s balls are in for it tomorrow. I’m gonna stomp them into paste and make him eat them, huevos rancheros style!" she said, stomping back to her chair and pouring another glass of wine.

Cerena wasted no time, hoping to capitalize on Travis’s weakened state. She ran forward at full tilt and launched an unbelievable kick, catching only Travis’s left ball with all of her strength. So powerful was her blow that Travis was physically lifted off the ground for a second, raised up entirely by the force of her soft, red sock foot. When he landed, it was only by the grace of his restraints that he did not collapse into a gurgling heap.

Cerena jumped for joy, her huge breasts bouncing wildly in her tight sweater. She cheered her success, shaking her hips and laughing. Cindy had to still Travis’s shivering torso to feel his wounded balls. Cerena just kept jumping and cheering.

"Don’t count your balls until they’re popped." Teresa warned, sipping her wine bitterly.

"You’re just jealous because you didn’t break them." Cerena mocked, sticking out her tongue and thumbing her nose like a child.

"Um, Cerena. You haven’t either." Cindy said, another triumphant smile on her face.

Cerena turned around slowly to glare at Travis’s balls, impudently intact despite her best efforts.

"That’s impossible." she fumed. "I’ve destroyed whole watermelons with that kick. You’re lying!" she almost yelled, stalking towards Travis and hurling her foot into his groin in a barrage of fast-paced kicks. Again and again her sock foot pounded into his pubis with incredible power. Travis wept openly, screaming to the ceiling.

"Cerena! Stop it!" Cindy scolded her vehemently. "Your turn is over! You lost! Stop!"

Cerena would not hear it. She kept raining blow after blow up into Travis’s vulnerable crotch, a look of pure, unbridled insanity in her wicked eyes.

It was Alexandra who finally wrestled her back, away from her target.

"No! No! Let me go! I need to break them!" Cerena raved, kicking her feet into the air before her.

Cindy quickly grabbed her husband’s scrotum with both hands, feverishly feeling for structural damage. Miraculously, both balls remained complete and whole, if not grossly swollen and tenderized.

Eventually Cerena was calmed and seated with a large glass of merlot in her hands and a dark scowl on her face.

"Really Ms. DeVere. How unbecoming." Alexandra said, taking her place in front of Travis. "Look at me." she said gently, lifting Travis’s weary head to meet her gaze. Her gorgeous blue eyes smiled at him, raising his cock to full mast once again. "I’m going to pop one now, okay?" she asked, as if she wanted his permission. As if she wanted him to want it as badly as she did. Travis had no voice left from all his screaming, and so could only nod.

Alexandra retreated one step, pulled her right sock foot back like a ballerina and sent it flying forward at a speed never before witnessed by any of the women in the room.


At the same time as her lovely foot collided with his left ball, Travis’s vein-ribbed cock clenched, shooting a jet of hot cum like a high pressure fire hose. As he wailed and cried, burning jism kept spurting from his cock hole in great gouts. Cindy’s hand was nowhere near it the entire time.

There was no need for anyone to check the damage. Everyone in the room knew exactly what had happened. Alexandra’s dainty sock foot had finally ruptured Travis’s weakened left ball, ruining it completely.

"Kick it again, Xandra. Send it to meet its maker." Cindy encouraged, gripped Travis’s cumming cock with one hand while her other slipped up the front of her skirt to finger her dripping slit.

Alexandra didn’t need to be told twice. Raring back once more she kicked Travis’s doomed gonad with all her might ,pulverizing it utterly. Travis kept cumming and cumming, thick, white ropes of semen pouring out of his deep purple pole.

After a few more kicks to cement his half-destruction, Alexandra moved in to kiss Travis passionately on the mouth, reaching her young hand down to squish the tiny tubes and veins out of his demolished ball. When she pulled away she met his eyes again, and saw in them emotions of love, adoration and gratefulness.

"Good boy." she whispered, a warm smile on her flushed face.

* * *

After the goodbyes had been said, hugs and kisses shared and socks paid for and packaged, Travis and Cindy were alone again, together in their bedroom.

"I called nurse Becky, she’s on the way to remove lefty." Cindy said softly, stroking her husband’s forehead. "You did very well today, my pet."

Travis could only smile and sigh, having not yet regained his voice. Despite all the agony he had endured, and the buckets of cum he had spewed, his cock remained firm and plump, resting against his washboard stomach. Cindy reached down to play with it, eliciting some more throbs from its impressive girth.

"Now it’s time for you to serve your wife, husband." she said, positioning herself to straddle his hips, and guiding his hard cock into her eager pussy. "This is probably going to hurt you, what with your ball and all, but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same." she said, beginning to fuck her husband slowly.

She had every intention of making love until the nurse arrived, and then even afterwards until Travis was drained completely dry. God, she did love the annual sale!