Wednesday, November 23, 2016

(MFgroup/m) (some cannibalism) Festival of Male Delights (mini story) - NEW!

Just a little thanksgiving cheer for you all. Bon Appetite!

Festival of Male Delights (mini story)


Jacob shaved off the last bit of hair from his groin. His hand was trembling slightly in light of what he was about to endure but it was a sort of giddy fear, because he among all this male relatives, had been chosen to offer up his cock and balls for the feast tonight. Oh, there'd be other centerpieces, too, a Turkey, standing rib roast, freshly shot fowl, a whole salmon and such like, but as tradition demanded, a human male set of tackle was to be consumed as well. Since time immemorial male genitalia was served at the religious festival for fertility to show the gods just how much fecundity meant to human kind. And although animal genitalia was often used, the highest devotion to god was to sacrifice a human boy's testicles and penis for the whole family to share. These days people just bought some at the store along with their other groceries. Thanks to puppy-mill style all-male orphanages there were plenty of sets of wedding tackle on the market, especially around the holiday season. However, it was much more meaningful if a male family member, preferably a teenager, offered up his own junk for the feast. And today, that person was Jacob.


He looked one last time at his naked 17 year old body. It was white, smooth, hairless (now) and muscular. He was the male physique in its prime. His aunt knocked on the door.


"Are you ready sweety? Everyone's eager to swell those testicles for you."


Jacob raked his fingers through his short cropped brown hair, took a deep breath and steeled himself.


"I'm just coming, Aunty Val." He opened the door. His Aunt gave his body a quick glance and stopped at his equipment. "This will be a lovely feast. You're testicles are already bigger than the set we bought last year, and we haven't even kicked yours yet." She grabbed him by the arm and walked him down stairs, through the living room and out into the back porch where a wooden rack had be set up. A cross of planks with a metal circle all the way around, allowing the victim to be tied up and his legs spread. Putting his manhood on display. About fifteen people of all ages stood around and cheer at young Jacob. This whole process was something people looked forward to all year. Val and her sister Julie (Jacob's mother), tied the naked boy up. Then Julie crouched before her son's groin. With a bowl between this legs and an electric super-hot knife, Julie very carefully cut away Val's scrotum leaving his white testicle naked and vulnerable. The scrotum she carefully removed and set it to soak for a while. later ti would be breaded and fried as part of the dish's presentation. Next Val took a large plastic bag and rubber banded it to his package. This would allow everyone to kick, hit, and squeeze his nuts without getting them dirty or bloody.


Jacob watched all this with a sort of detached fascination and then yelled, "OK, Common'ya'll. Give me what yur got." and smiled his brilliant white smile.


The Gildy twins were the first to run up and punt their cousin in the nuts. Jacob "ooofed" but didn't move. Then up came old uncle Josiah, "We're proud of you boy, your gonna go far in life . . . WHAM" The old man brought up his knee straight into Jacob's spuds. OOOF. Then it was Jacob's aunt and uncle, Janet and Mike, Janet squeezed his balls and told Jacob how much she was going to enjoy tasting them, while Mike pretended to be a boxer and made a flurry of punches into the plastic ball-bag. Jacob's head thrashed about.


The party continued with hors d'oeuvres and champagne being served, people paddling around and cooling off in the pool, and from time to time kicking their young sacrifice between he legs. The idea was to swell them until they could decently feel the whole family for at least a taste. WHACK, SPLAT, WHAM, The other male teens took turns between rotations playing basketball to pummel Jacob's balls into mush and then go make out with their invited girlfriends. Jacob's own girlfriend, Lil, spent more time kneeing his nuts than anyone else. She wanted to make her boyfriend's package more impressive than anything the family had ever seen or eaten. There was laughter, cavorting and highjinks combined with people just sitting around talking and eating. An hour before dinner Val and Julie came out from the kitchen. Val turned to Lil. "Since he's your boyfriend, would you like to do the honors and get him hard for us?"


"Oh, wow. Yes of course. My first taste of his dick." Lil grasped his soft wiener and began to suck on it. A few people watched from where they sat. Others just kept on with what they were doing. Soon Jacob was moaning and his swollen pecker was filling Lil's pert little mouth.


"I think that's good. Stand back, dear," Said Val. She whipped out a glowing red-hot butcher's knife while Julie held a wooden chopping block beneath it. Without ceremony Val brought the cauterizing blade down and WHACKed his cock right off, still stiff and rigid with blood. Jacob half fainted, but those who were watching clapped. The organ was brought back into the kitchen and placed in a countertop rotisserie to cook and baste in its own juices for an hour. They left Jacob to come back to life which he did once his little brother Brad came and began to squeeze and twist and pop his brother's balls around in the plastic bag. The little kid was brutal. Then the little kid squeezed and punched the two orbs, making them swell and swell. Without the constriction of their scrotum, Jacob's two glands were swelling to ginourmous proportions and could easily feed the whole family, if only for a taste.


Ten minutes before dinner time everyone went inside and took their places. The multi-leafed table was groaning with the weight of the food upon it. Hams, pies, roasts, root vegetables, wines, beers. But one thing was missing, Jacob and his junk. He was out back getting ready to fry up his fries. Val was helping him. First the plastic bag was removed and a new bag, loaded with flour, eggwhites and panko bread crumbs was brought up to contain his dangling huevos. Val tossed Jacob's nuts in the batter until they'd been fully coated. Sitting on a stool just a few feet away was a home deep-fat fryer full of boiling oil. It was just the right height for Jacob to drop his manly danglers in so that they could cook. Jim and Ben, Jacob's father and Jacob's uncle helped to stand over the deep-fat fryer. he looked into their eyes look for courage. This was going to hurt. His hands were bound behind him, and he stood over the fryer looking down at his own doom.


"You can do it son, just think that a billion boys have stood right where you're standing and didn't flinch from doing their duty. Now steady yourself, and drop those bloated knackers into the oil."


Jacob swallowed. "Yes sir." Jacob counted to three, took a deep breath and then swiftly lowered his hugely swollen and damage balls into the boiling oil. A scream ripped through the air as Jacob's testicles dropped to the bottom of the bowl and began to crisp. Ben stuffed a sock into Jacob's mouth to keep down the noise while Julie tended to her frying. She knew that once they'd risen to the top of the oil and began to float they'd be ready. For five uncountable minutes the hunky teenage let his testicles fry in 500 degree oil while they were still attached to his body. It was the kind of pain that professional torturers liked to achieve on their more delicate subjects. But Jacob was a tough boy. He was going to stay awake throughout the process and show that he was a man. A real man.


Finally the two crispy glands floated to the top and with a pair of scissors cut them free from Jacob. Ben, a former army surgeon took care of the gibbering boy, while Val brought Julie her son's orange size testicles to her to put in the dish of honor. First the scrotum was fried into a shallow dish, the some pieces of lettuce were laid down on top of it, then the two breaded testicles were laid on top of that, and then the cooked penis was laid between the two huge orbs. The whole thing was dusted with parmesan cheese and a light sprinkling of lemon juice with some Italian parsley for garnish.


Ten minutes later, when he'd been cleaned up and revived, and the whole family was at the table, basking in the subtle flickering glow of dozens of candles, a hush fell as the now fully clothed and fully castrated Jacob carried in his dish of honor. His boner and hushpuppies transformed into a beautiful centerpiece for the meal. And everyone clapped. Jacob sat next to his girlfriend and everyone began to eat. Naturally, Jacob made sure his girlfriend to got to eat his dickhead. He'd always wanted her to get the best piece of him, so she'd remember the taste of his dick forever.


Everyone ate and cheered at Jacob's sacrifice, which was not only impressive but tasted delicious. It was a good night for one and all - even for Jacob. Happy Holidays, everyone!

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Of Cannibals and Kings

So I wanted to broach a potentially sensitive subject with you, my audience. In real life I don't condone any of the things I write about, most especially violence of any type. In real life I'm a gentle person and a pacifist. I don't believe in hurting other people in any way shape or form. It's only in my prose that I become a dominatrix who enjoys seeing men fall to their knees in nut pain. So especially I'm sensitive to the idea of cannibalism being OK. It has appeared in several stories I've written or posted, and of course in real life I don't approve of it, but as a story element I find it very sexy. In fact I would say that my BB/TT fetish is as oral as it is manual. Which is to say that when I see a guy who's hot, I sometimes wish I could just swallow his balls whole and suck them down to partake of his manhood and life force directly. For me ballbusting is very oral.
So I wonder, does anyone else feel this way? Am I alone in my slightly cannibalistic tendencies? Enquiring minds want to know,

Sunday, October 2, 2016

(Ff/m) Paul's Birthday - reedit

Here's one of my favorite stories from Number2's site. I expanded the ending of the story and brought it to its logical conclusion, but otherwise left the story intact as per the original. Enjoy!


Paul’s Birthday
By popped_nuts

Paul awoke with a start. He franticly fumbled for his clock. Ten o'clock! He had overslept! He was supposed to be up making breakfast over two hours ago. He jumped out of bed in a panic. His mother would be furious. The last time he had overslept she had dragged him out of bed by his hair, yanked his shorts down and put him over her knee and proceeded to spank him like a small child. His sister Cindy had had some friends over for a slumber party and they stood in the doorway watching and giggling as his mother blistered his bare ass. Paul had made sure he never overslept again after that.


Until today. Paul stood in the middle of his room, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure why his mother hadn't come to wake him up. He didn't dare imagine what she might do to punish him. His mother, Lisa, was an extreme feminist. She believed all men were inferior scum, even her own son. When she was young she had been artificially inseminated, hoping to have a daughter whom she could raise as a true feminist. Instead she had had Paul. Even when he was young she did not hide her disappointment and disgust with him. She tried again a year later and his sister Cindy was born. Paul was treated as a servant by his mother and sister. He had to pamper them and do all the work around the house. He wasn't allowed to have friends or to have any sort of social life. He had to stay home and serve his mother and sister. He knew his mother would be enraged that he had overslept so long. He just stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

Paul was startled out of his thoughts as his door flew open with a bang and his mother and sister walked into his room. He just stood there staring at them, frozen in shock, not knowing what they were going to do and not believing the way they were dressed. They both wore skintight black dresses. The dresses were so short almost all of their tightly toned legs were left uncovered. Both women wore identical stiletto heels. Even through the haze of shock and fear he noticed the outline of their nipples where the dresses cupped their firm breasts. They looked like twin blonde goddesses, right out of the pages of the porno mag he kept hidden in his desk drawer. He felt his cock start to stir between his legs. He didn't know what to do and so he just stood there dumbly, waiting. They both stood there smiling at him.

"So you’re finally up," his mother said, still smiling at him. "Normally, I'd be angry with you because you slept in, but not today. Today is a special day for you Paul, a very special day." Cindy started to giggle. Paul noticed she held a neatly wrapped present in her hands. "Today is your eighteenth birthday. Today you become a man and your sister and I have something very special planned for you."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday Paul," she whispered in his ear. She pulled back slightly to look him straight in the eyes and then she rammed he knee up into his crotch, lifting him up onto his toes with the force of it. He grunted in pain and stared at his mother in shock. She started to giggle at the look on his face. He could feel the pain in his nuts growing and his stomach started to tighten and clench up. He tried to double over and cradle his aching balls but Lisa held onto him tightly.

"Happy birthday son," she giggled and then pistoned her knee back into his balls two more times before she let him slump to the ground. Paul curled up into a ball, moaning in agony as he cupped his aching testicles. Both women stood over him, smiling down in amusement at his pain.

"Yes Paul, today you become a man, and I just won't stand to have a filthy man in my house. Your sister and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Today, Cindy, Paul will learn the only pleasure a man can ever give a woman!" Lisa stopped and nudged her son with her toe. Paul just lay there moaning.

"He's still out of it, let's get him ready." Lisa took the present from Cindy and carefully unwrapped it. She opened the box and took out a pair of handcuffs. She pulled Paul's hands away from his groin and cuffed them behind his back.

Cindy grabbed her brother's boxer shorts and yanked them off. She broke out laughing at the sight of her brother's genitalia. "Oh my god, he's so puny!" She laughed as she flicked Paul's now shrunken dick. She grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently.

"Mmmm, you've got some nice, ripe berries here though Paul." She looked up at her brother and licked he lips. "Do you know what we're gonna do to your berries Paul? Mom and I are gonna crush your sweet little boy-berries!" She clamped her grip down on his nuts and yanked hard. Paul shrieked in pain and his body stiffened as his sister viciously squeezed his swollen, aching manhood. She relaxed her grip on his nuts leaving Paul sobbing in pain. "One berry for each of us, it's perfect!"

"Please stop. Don't. I'm sorry I overslept! It hurts so bad! I'll do anything! Please!" Paul begged.

Lisa reached out and slapped Paul across the face. "Be quiet!" she snapped. "All my life I've enjoyed busting men's balls. Ever since I was a young girl I've kicked and kneed and squeezed every filthy pair of testicles that I could. The thought that the very thing that makes them a man, their very sex, the disgusting things that they're so proud of and use to violate so many women could be used to cause them great pain. It just makes me so wet just thinking about it."

She started to rub her hand between her legs. "I've always fantasized about ruining a man, about crushing his manhood, destroying the very thing that makes him a man, but I never thought I would have the chance. That is, until your sister came up with this wonderful idea!" Cindy reached down and started to gently stoke Paul's penis. It started to stiffen despite the throbbing pain in his nuts.

"That's right big brother, it was my idea to pop your plums! For some reason it had never occurred to mom that she had a perfectly bustable set of balls right here in her own house. It makes me so hot that the first ball I get to crush is my very own brother's! Oh, and I just want you to know that this" she stopped stroking his dick and pulled a thick rubber band out of the box. She wrapped it tightly around the base of his erection. "This was my idea too. I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do with your little pecker, but I just couldn't see any reason to let you keep it. You know, it looks an awful lot like a tasty little sausage!" She snapped her teeth at him. Paul started to sob hysterically.

"I think it's about time we got down to the fun stuff," said Lisa as she stood up. Both women quickly stripped off their dresses. They stood over Paul completely naked, except for their high-heeled shoes.

Lisa poked her toe into her son's ball bag. "How about it Paul, are you ready to lose your manhood?" she asked and then quickly drew back her leg and slammed the pointy toe of her shoe into her son's nutsack.

Paul shrieked in pain and tried to draw his legs up to protect his battered orbs but his mother kicked his legs apart. "Now, now Paul, you've got to let your sister get a turn. Cindy, would you care to try for a field goal?"

"Well mom, it sure looks like a lot of fun! I'll give it a try." She stepped between her brother's legs. She brought her foot forward till her toe touched her brother's sack, taking careful aim. She drew her leg back. She snapped her foot forward but stopped just short of his balls. She lightly tapped his ballsack with her foot. "Gotcha didn't I?" she laughed. She grabbed her whimpering brother and hauled him to his feet. She pushed him onto his desk.

"You know brother; we're really doing you a favor. Think of all those lonely, frustrating nights you've spent up here, jerking off to some porno magazine. Well, when we're done with your nuts, you won't have to worry about that kind of hormonal frustration anymore. You should really be thanking us for getting rid of those pesky little testes of yours!" she giggled. She opened the drawer between his legs, letting his balls flop down inside. She pulled his porno mag out of the drawer.

"You really deserve to have your balls crushed just for having this disgusting, perverted trash." She tossed the magazine in the trash can. She grabbed the drawer handle and slammed it shut on his balls, smashing and trapping them inside. Paul let out a high pitched wail and reflexively tried to stand up, yanking painfully on his trapped testicles. He fell back to the desk, his whole body trembling from the pain. He could feel his balls swelling and throbbing inside the drawer.

"Don't pass out or I'll lock the drawer and let you hang by your balls!"

He was dimly aware of his mother moaning in ecstasy as she masturbated. "Open the drawer!" she panted. "I want to see if you've crushed anything!"

Cindy opened the drawer and let Paul slide to the ground. She grabbed his swelling, throbbing sack and rolled his nuts around between her fingers. "Nope, nothing popped yet!" she said as she flicked her brother’s sack with her finger, laughing as Paul's whole body twitched on impact.

"Get him up; I want to try out some kicks!" Lisa ordered as she extended her well-toned leg out, putting the pointy toe of her stilettos right in his face. Paul's eyes locked on sharp, pointed tip of her shoe. Cindy grabbed him and dragged him to his feet. Paul didn't even try to struggle; he just kept staring at his mother's muscular, toned legs, down to the point of her shoe. Lisa laughed as she slowly brought her leg up and tapped the bottom of her son’s sack with the tip of her shoe.

"What do you think Paul? Think I can spear one of your little ballsies with these? How much do you think it Paul hurt when your mommy bursts one of your berries with her sexy feet? Hmmm?" She slid her hand between her legs and started to finger her dripping wet cunt. "This is getting me so wet! Mmmmm, I think popping your nuts is gonna make me cum like never before Pauly!"

"I'll make you a deal Paul," his mother said "If you can take ten kicks from me without one of your nuts popping then I won't let your sister cut off your little "Pauly"! If you can't take ten kicks without one of your little balls exploding, Cindy gets to eat your scrambled eggs and boy sausage for breakfast."

Cindy reached around and started fondling her brother's dick. "Don't get your hopes up Paul, you're not keeping this. Mom's spent plenty of time in the gym perfecting her kicks; it won't even take her five kicks to pop one of your plums. Then I'm gonna juice one of your berries and after that, I'm gonna fry it all up in a pan. I'm not even gonna cut it off first, I'm gonna cook it and eat it while it's still hanging between your legs!"

"Are you ready Paul?" his mom asked as snapped off a few practice kicks. Watching the speed and power of his mother's kicks, Paul knew his nuts didn't stand a chance. He started to whimper and cry at the thought of having his manhood destroyed and eaten by his own family!

"Here comes the first one!" Lisa shouted as she snapped her first kick up between her son’s legs. The point of her shoe hit him right in the middle of his sack, pushing his orbs off the side before squishing them between the top of her foot and his pelvic bone. Paul squealed in pain and tried to double over in pain but his sister Cindy held him up.

"Damn it, I missed!"

"Take your time and aim properly." Cindy said as she jerked her brother upright. She kicked his legs farther apart to give her mom easy access.

Lisa took several slow, careful practice kicks, aiming the tip of her shoe right at her son's left nut. "OK, I've got the range now. Paul, kiss your ball goodbye!" and she snapped another powerful kick out into her son's groin. Paul watched this one as if it were in slow motion. Even through the pain he could tell her aim was dead on, even before she made contact. The point of Lisa's shoe hit his left nut dead center, smushing it back against his body, trapping it in place. The point dug in and the amazing force and pressure causing his nut to literally explode inside his sack. Lisa dropped to the ground, screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Paul also dropped to the ground, a thin high pitched wail coming from his mouth.

Cindy started jumping up and down excitedly, clapping her hands as she laughed. "That was great! Two kicks! Mom, you popped his nut in two kicks! Paul, your little boy berries couldn't even take two kicks from mom's sexy legs! Now it's my turn!" Cindy sat on the ground next to her mother, who was still panting heavily. Paul was sitting right in front of them; legs spread wide open, his hands weakly covering his groin. He was letting out a slight squealing noise as he stared at the women in front of him in daze. Cindy reached over and moved his hands away from his balls. Paul didn't even try to resist. She took his one good nut in her hand and started to roll it around between her fingers.

"I'm gonna squish your ball like a grape! I'm gonna crush it with one hand while I get off with the other! Who'd of thought you'd ever actually give a woman this much pleasure little brother!" Cindy started to finger her soaking wet slit while she rolled her brother's nutmeat between her fingers. She slowly tightened her grip, continuing to roll and knead his plum in her hand as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel his ball swell and squish in her hand as it got closer and closer to bursting. And then it happened, his nut popped in her hand with a soft SQUICK, just like a ripe grape between her fingers. Cindy screamed in pleasure as she felt the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Paul stopped screaming and merely passed out. Both women lay there for a while, too exhausted to move. Then, after a while, Cindy got to her feet and pulled out a vial of smelling salts. The two women wanted Paul to stay awake for the full compliment of activities. Cindy held it under Paul's nose and the broken boy rocketed back to consciousness.

"Mom, I want my eggs to be scrambled when I cook them."

Lisa nodded. The two women stood over Paul's crotch and began slamming the points of their shoes into his bloated and distended ball sack. Over and over they kicked his mushy nuts, each time making a squelching noise, SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. Slowly his testicles were turned into a spermy goo and all Paul could do was writhe in abject pain as they did so. Eventually Lisa reached down to grope his sack, squishing around his liquidized balls, and found no chunks left. Then she walked into her bedroom for a moment and brought back with her a syringe. It was full of liquid Viagra. She injected it into the base of Paul's penis and watched as his erection sprang to life.

"Hey mom, lets jerk off the little squirt and make some sauce for our breakfast." Cindy licked her lips.

"OK. I bet it will hurt a lot when he cums."

"Let's find out!" Paul's penis was now extra big and stiff from the cocktail of drugs that had been injected, and was pulsing with life. Cindy began to stroke his member. At first slowly and then faster and faster, and just to cause further pain, she groped the mushy remains of his balls. Soon her fist was just a blur and in a short while Paul's dickhead swelled to a deep purple color and emitted a fountain of pearly white semen which she caught in a cup. All Paul could do is wail mournfully and cry. The pain in his groin was off the scale as his body tried to expel the last seed it would ever produce. His erection, however, did not subside.

"Time to get the testoid down into the kitchen," said Cindy. They hoisted the boy to his feet and dragged him down stairs to the kitchen where a pan with butter in it was waiting. They were going to fry up his fries and his boy sausage just as Cindy promised. While Lisa held him, Cindy turned on the stove to "high" and watched as the butter melted. Then when it was bubbling hot, Cindy got out a knife, and grasped Paul's bloated scrotum at its base and sliced it open, holding Paul's sack over the pan. Sperm and edema oozed out and began to cook in the butter, smelling like bacon. Then she pressed Paul's erection into the pan and flattened the rigid member with a spatula. His dick began to roast. Paul screamed. The pain was ridiculous. But Lisa prevented the boy from struggling, and with his hands still cuffed behind his back, there was little he could do to stop it.

Paul's penis began to fry and as it did so the blood in it coagulated, making his dick solid, cooked meat. The cock became a angry red and soon it was thoroughly cooked through. Cindy cut it off at the base and let it fall into the pan with his fried eggs. They lowered the comatose boy to the linoleum floor, added the semen sauce, and served up the delicious breakfast they had prepared. The two women sat down at the table and with one hand diddling themselves and the other eating Paul's manhood, they both managed to climax three more times, each.

"Well, now what are we going to do?" ask Cindy as she popped Paul's whole dickhead into her mouth and chewed. "We've used up our only male."

"Never fear. Remember how I invited your cousin Thomas over for the weekend? I happen to know he's very well endowed. He should provide us with a lovely Sunday brunch."

Both women laughed at this, and cruelly finished their breakfast.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

(M/M) In the Marines and Abroad, Part 2 - NEW!

So here's the second part of the Marines series. I have ideas for a part 3 and 4 and perhaps at some point I'll get them on paper. In the mean time here's what I thought up today. Remember, the idea for this story is more about romance than ballbusting, so unlike most of my stories it doesn't end with a bursting. Otherwise, enjoy!
In the Marines and Abroad - Part 2
Now that we had an official relationship, all Brad and I had to do was find the time and the privacy to pursue it, and that . . . . was not easy. Our base was crawling with troopers, at all hours of the day and in all areas. Privacy was practically nill. So for the first few weeks after our "truck liaison" we had to settle for lots of sack tapping.
At breakfast, lunch and dinner I would get random guys to give a light flick to Brad's crotch as they were passing by him. There he would be, getting some food when all of a sudden a quick, light slap would fly to his groin and make him clutch himself. No one else knew the significance of this, but it sort of became a "thing" in the company. When bored, give ol' Brad a quick sack tap to liven things up. And what's interesting is, he never tried to make eye contact with the person who tapped him. His eyes always came looking for me. And there I'd be, sitting down watching and waiting for my emissary to sack tap the man that I loved and lusted after. And I wouldn't just be watching him, I'd be watching his crotch. And, yup, every time he was tapped his cock swelled in his cammo pants. No one else noticed it, of course, but I did. I loved watching his fat monster swell and become rigid with fluid. It always made him sit down to eat awkwardly, as if having his pole strain against the fabric of his underwear and cammos made bending at the waste difficult and uncomfortable.
Since we couldn't make love with our bodies, we had to settle for making love with our eyes. At meals we would always sit apart but facing each other so that we could stare into each other's eyes while we ate. Every spoon of mashed potatoes was a kiss to his lips. Every swallowed greenbean was my mouth on his cock, sucking in his length. Every tongue across a spoon after a bite of peach cobbler was my tongue plunging into his hole, giving him the rimjob of a lifetime. And so we'd sit in silence, staring at each other from across the room while everyone else talked and joked and banged on about this and that. We were two heavenly bodies caught in each other's gravity amidst a sea of oblivious stars, circling around us.
Our big break came about three weeks after our initial sex. We were both assigned to the monitoring center located on the top floor of the only real building on base. It was a circular room filled with monitors and communication's equipment and it was the only place on base that did not, itself, have cameras. Not only that, but we were to be the only two people in there AND the doors could be locked from the inside. And we were set to monitor between 12 am and 5 am, when most of the rest of the troops would be asleep, quietly nestled in their bunks. It was all too perfect.
On the day of our monitoring duty we both had hardons all day long, and I personally sack tapped Brad three times, just so I could cop a feel, no matter how brief, of his mighty weapon. With our hormones all pent up and the expectation of hot sex that night you can be sure I was dripping baby batter all day long, through exercise drills, through showers, through guard duty, I was leaking like a mofo. They say that anticipation is half the pleasure, but for me it had the sweet pain of a broken tooth because my whole body and libido was straining against the constraints of societal bonds, bonds which prevented red blooded American's like me from having raunchy gay sex in the middle of the barracks in broad daylight amidst a sea of heterosexual guys who would probably throw up at even the idea of gay sex.

After a day of agonizing repression, 11:45 pm rolled around and both Brad and I showed up for the shift change in the monitoring room. Our marine base was crawling with cameras, eyes peering down to monitor all activity both within and without. Activity that was recorded and archived so that no enemy could infiltrate our base without someone knowing. We had guards on duty 24/7 at all entrances of the base and roving squads of men with German Shepard's patrolling the perimeter. And inside the monitoring center there were dozens of LED screens watching all of it happen. Our job, that night, was to keep an eye on everything and make sure the base was secure and safe. However, in both our minds was the notion that the likelihood of enemies choosing just this night and just our shift to launch an attack was slim to none, and therefore would could instead enjoy our privacy and pay little attention to the many monitors in the room.
When we got there, Leone and Travis were just writing down notes in the log about what had occurred on their shift, something Brad and I would have to do as well. They barely looked up from their writing until the clock hit midnight after which they were free to leave. They both nodded at us and Leone said in a loud voice, "The base is secure. Have a good shift, boys." gave Brad a friendly punch to the shoulder and left. A good shift? I think that was definitely something that could be arranged.
When the other two men had left we waited for about five minutes to make sure no one else came along to check on us, then Brad locked the door and stripped of his shirt. I stripped off mine, and I pushed him up against a wall and began to kiss him passionately, our dog tags clinking against one another. Then, knowing how much he loved nut-pain, I began to jerk my knee between his legs, slamming his swollen package against my knee-cap. He responded by grinding his nuts into my knee and practically swallowing my tongue, so eager was he to consume me. Then he threw his head back, "Oh, yeah, Oh yeah, fuck my nuts up, Russ. Give it to me good." I was pounding his potatoes for all I was worth, and he loved every minute of it. I could see his eye's roll back and his breathing become deep as he surrendered to each knee jab, each thigh slam, and it made him moan, lightly.
However I longed to feel his dick in my mouth, so eventually I stopped kneeing him and kneeled in front of him as he stood there, pressed against the wall. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants and underwear down. His gorgeous cock popped into view, and his two swollen nuts hung below. I grasped his balls and began to squeeze them while I sucked his dick into my mouth and began to piston up and down on it. This time he was leaking precum, no doubt due to the pounding I'd just given his nuts, and it was heaven. That sweet musky taste/smell that, for me, added such a dimension to sex with a guy. That sticky sweet taste coated my lips and tongue and I savored it. Meanwhile I dug my thumbs into his testicles, making him moan and sweat. I also loved the way his pubes tickled my nose as I deep throated his cock. He had a lovely little treasure trail and small patch of hair above his cock. The rest of his muscular body was as smooth as a baby's bottom, and that was just perfect.
I could feel his body tense and pulse with my oral activities and I relished it. I loved kneeling before my putative boy friend so that I could suck on his thick meat. And I could tell he was loving my thumbs pressing into his giant orbs. But eventually he pushed me away, no doubt not wanting to bring a premature closure to the evening with a premature ejaculation. He was breathing heavily as he walked towards the center of the room and began to untie his shoelaces and take his combat boots off. I also undressed until I was only in my socks and walked over to where he'd sat in the main chair in the center of the room. I straddled his now mostly naked body and sat on his lap, his cock rubbing up against mine, and I kissed him. With longing, with pent up passion, with a feverish sort of frenzy as I was about to give myself to this man who I'd drooled over for more than a year.
Between kisses I whispered into his sex-flushed ear. "I knew this was going to happen so I cleaned myself out today and haven't eaten anything for two days. And . . ." I said holding up a small tube, "I brought lube." He grinned, and I grinned back and we kept kissing. I pressed my woody against his and let our cock juices mingle, for he was oozing prejack as much or more than mine was. Things were getting slippery and hot. I stopped kissing him and lubed up his dick and stood up, legs on either side of the chair. With my left hand I grasped his rigid rod and with great care guided it into my hole. My hungry, eager hole. Very carefully I sat down on his dick, and all he could do was sigh with pleasure. Just as slowly and carefully I lifted myself back up, but not so far that his dick popped out, and ever so gently I began to ride his dick. Up and down, up and down. I could feel his cock-head massage my prostate. I could feel his penis fill up my gut, and I loved it. Sure having a dick up your ass feels like you're taking a dump, but that tingle from the prostate makes it all worthwhile, and the romance of riding a man you love and feel passionately about also makes it all worthwhile. I rode his cock for a good twenty minutes, with the two of us staring into each other's eyes. And yes, there was some pain, but it was a good pain, and yes I made sure to go slowly enough that he didn't cum, because I wanted that night to last as long as possible. And so I rode him. My man, my hot sexy man.
But Brad, in the end (insert joke), simply couldn't get off without nut pain, and that's a hard thing to accomplish when you're riding a man, so I let his dick pop out of me and kneeled in front of him. And I wanted to find some ways of causing him pain that didn't involve percussion. While he sat there, naked and cock glistening with my ass juices I pulled out his nuts and then sucked them into my mouth. I began to suck on them really hard and at the same time pressed them with my tongue. Brad sucked in his breath and then let it out with a hiss. This was clearly pained he was not expecting nor was used to. Then I switched to popping his balls between my molars - squeezing down and then letting them up. I could actually feel his tortured nuts swell. They were filling up my mouth, and I was brutalizing them. I could feel Brad's naked body twitch with each chomp and each squeeze. But his dick? Never once deflated. I could feel it pressed against my forehead as I buried my face in his crotch. With great vigor I sucked, squeezed and even twisted and pulled on his whole nut-sack until I'd turned my man in a sweaty, moaning bag of meat. When I finally tired of abusing his eggs I stood up and then pressed my knee into his sack, grinding them into the hard plastic seat of the chair. This caused literal geysers of precum to erupt from his piss-slit. Huge geysers. Which coated his dick and my thighs. Brad was moaning, "Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh shit, SHIT."
But again, I didn't want it to go too far, and so I stopped, sat down in the chair opposite of him, and let him suck me off for a while. He seemed equally as happy to do so, and I enjoyed it. With my balls he was gentle. He gentle held them and tugged on them a little, and I meanwhile instructed him on how to suck a dick properly. I showed him how to make his hand an extension of his mouth, how avoid scraping the cock with the teeth and how to get a really good suction because suction is where it's at when it comes to dick sucking.
Our sexual escapades went on for about two hours as we took turns pleasuring each other, me abusing him, and him being gentle with me, until at last we each came, him inside me and me on his chest. We did our best to time things, and we came almost at the same time.
As we sat together, kissing gently, I murmured in his ear that I loved the thought of a bit of him would be inside me for the rest of the week and he chuckled. Our sweaty bodies, laying gentle together, surrounded by blinking lights and crackling radios and moving images.
"Well," he said finally, "I think we've had a good shift. Perhaps we'd better get some work done, otherwise someone might get wise."
"OK." I said, looking around, "Now where'd I drop my shirt?"

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Interesting Queerty Article on Castration

This is an interesting article about a guy who voluntarily got castrated. He says it's exciting and whereas before the surgery he only had sex with women, now he wants to bottom for guys.

Who knew!


Monday, August 22, 2016


This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 78 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other month's/year's stories.

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

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

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

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

Hope that's helpful.



Tuesday, August 9, 2016

(FM/m) Hahreem Part 2 - NEW!

Part 2 of the Hahreem series. Hope it pleases.


Hahreem Part 2


Xeiva lounged languidly on her dais, a gilded throne with cushions heaped on it so that she could lie down instead of sit. On either side were two handsome guards and at her feet, equally languid was her pet leopard - a muscular cat with dangerous teeth and beautiful  green eyes.


Xeiva was dressed in a silk shift with an overlay of satin, she had a beautiful nose ring and an emerald anklet with jeweled sandals on her gorgeous feet, small and delicate. She had previously ordered a servant to go and finally fetch the young Jahmine Temujin, former king of Roihas. It had been three months, and by now, the Empress was sure that he had sufficiently "conditioned" for being her servant, nee slave. The cleverness of the thing was that inserted into her male hahreem  were specially trained servants whose job it was to brain wash its members into linking pain with pleasure. It was their duty to make sure that each new male was able to expect, enjoy and savor pain by linking it intimately with sexual ecstasy. As Jahmine was brought into the room, Xeiva could see traces of the hardening torture that he had endured and now, presumable, expected in his new life. In his eyes she could see conflicting emotions but his body language was still defiant. Since his incarceration he had bulked up, his head was almost shaved and had some new scars and bruises on his person, but he was no less handsome for them.


"Well now, let's have a look at you." Xeiva got up and circled her new sex slave, a man built of royal flesh and royal ego but now no more than a sexy play toy for his mistress. He was clad only in a leather jock strap and his bulge, even now, was impressive. Xeiva let her eyes drift over his muscles, his perfect male form and his ample assets. So wonderful, so impressive, but she must see where his loyalties now lay.


She whispered into his ear from behind, "Spread your legs for me, slave." She could see his head drop a bit. Presumably his eyes had closed and he was processing her request. Stiffly his legs widened.


"Good. Now, beg me to kick your privates."


Haltingly, softly he murmured "Kick me, great mistress."


"Why what a sweet thing to offer." She stood in front of him and then smashed her jeweled foot into his big bulge. The bulge jiggled madly and Jahmine coughed a bit. "You see," she said. "It's not all that difficult to please me. Come and sit with me, and we shall be entertained." Xeiva clapped her hands as she lay down and the chamber orchestra started up a lively tune, while male and female dancers capered and cavorted in front of them. This went on for a while until Shan, Xeiva's leopard began to seem restless. Xeiva snapped her fingers and motioned for her chamberlain. "Shan is hungry. Send in a feeding slave."


The "feeding slave" turned out to be a well muscled, oiled naked man with a huge set of wedding tackle swinging between his legs. The man loped in and then went and kneeled before the cat, presenting his cock and balls to the beast. The leopard immediately began to lick the man's cock and balls until the man developed an erection. Then, the slave began to stroke his woody while the cat licked his heavy balls. LICK LICK LICK, STROKE STROKE STROKE. The feeding slaved moaned loudly and Jahmine could also see his dick-head swelling. He was close. Just as he was about to cum, he rubbed the big cat's mouth with his cock so that Shan would accept it, and the man ejaculated down the cat's throat. The big leopard purred deeply at this. Then, while the man became quite still, the cat began to chew on the man's big dick, first gnawing off the man's purple helmet and then further down until it had eaten the man's whole penis. Then it started licking the man's ballsack and chewed an opening on each side so that the testicles could drop through. The man's head was thrashing, but his body remained still. The leopard began to chew on first the man's larger left testicle until it had been completely consumed, and then it started on the right one. Everyone close to the pair could hear the cat's canine's piercing ball-flesh with a crisp "snap". Then it chewed the tough man oyster until it was gone. The man collapsed, moaning, and several other strong slaves gathered him up and carried him away, to be sent to the salt mines like all the other used up slaves.


Xeiva clustered around her pet and stroked its head while it purred and licked its lips. While its mouth was still limed with the remnants of the man's baby-makers, Xeiva coaxed the leopard up and she spread her own legs. The cat began to lick her snatch, which was wet from having watched the slave's emasculation. Shan's rough tongue made her tingle all over and this pussy on pussy action continued until she had experienced several juicy orgasms.


"If only you men had tongues like that," murmured Xeiva as the cat resumed its place on the dais. "Do you see, Jahmine, how all here serve my pleasure?" There was a dubious look in his eyes. "Don't worry, you will, soon enough." she said to him.


"Tomorrow," she continued, "We will hold a Crush-ball game and you will pleasure me while it goes on. That is all, for now, you may leave me." Xeiva motioned slightly and two guards came and led Jahmine back to the hahreem.


The next day found Jahmine summoned not to the throne room, but instead to the amphitheatre at the back of the hahreem. Tier up on tier was host to hundreds of men, and there was a special box set up at about dead middle where Xeiva would be. Jahmine was dragged along by his "escort" until they'd reached the box. Inside was the Empress, reclining on a mound of pillows with four males already attending to her. Some were massaging her feet, others were giving her a manicure, But Jahmine would be servicing, well, her feminine parts, he assumed. He didn't know what a "Crush-ball game" was nor had he spent much time pleasuring women. Usually the woman was pleasuring him, so this would be a new experience.


"Come young king, lay between my legs and have a 'let's meet' with my fertile valley. I will direct your progress." Jahmine did as instructed and got face to face with her hairless slit. The thing smelled of jasmine and was already dripping in anticipation of what was to come - brutal ballbusting in the ring. Jahmine started to lap at her snatch while the other men offered their balls to Xeiva to fondle while she watched. She had a set of balls in each hand, and one set each between her toes. The amphitheatre darkened and a man walked to the center of the floor. He was the announcer.


"Tonight we have the defending champion, David of Arganoth who has won seven consecutive victories, pitted against a new boy, Peter of Gath. The rules are simple. Whomsoever is able to land three separate strikes against the opponent's balls wins, and gets to destroy the other man's bits and pieces as he desires. The participants will be naked except for boots and the will each be issued a bat with which to brutalize their opponent. Please Welcome DAVID," and the crowd cheered. David was a 6'10" man with a ripped body and sandy blond hair. His blue eyes surveyed the crowd and he nodded acknowledgement of his accomplishments but refused to be overly drawn out by them.


"And tonight's newest participant, PETER!" Peter turned out to be a shortish young man with a gymnast's body and light brown hair, cut short. Both men were naked, oiled and carrying their bats. The bats were like staves which had each end wrapped in white cloth so that bludgeoning damage could be dealt without breaking bones or the skin. The bats looked like huge Q-tips. The two combatants faced off in the center of the sand covered floor, and the announcer exited, stage left. A hush fell over the crowd. Then Xeiva's voice could be distinctly heard, "Let the battle begin, boys!"


The two males circled each other, each looking for a sign of weakness to exploit, each trying to anticipate the other's first moves. It began when Peter aimed a blow at David's head which David blocked with one end of his bat and followed up a repost at Peter's left knee, hoping to make the thing buckle. Peter dodged aside and they resumed circling.


Next David launched a series of hits, coming at all angles, to destabilize his opponent and catch him off guard. It worked slightly as Peter had to deflect so many hits, and when his arms were raised to deflect blows coming to his head, it left his crotch open and WHAM David's bat caught him squarely in the nads. First point scored for David. The men retreated to opposite sides of the stage to regroup. Peter had one hand between his legs, nursing his nuts, while David strode confidently back to the center stage for round two.


This time Peter kept his head low, by semi-crouching. David was unperturbed. He circled Peter while Peter merely pivoted in place. His ├╝ber defensive position although a seeming safe bet, would not prevent the destruction of his two most prized possessions. David made a false move, apparently aiming a blow at Peter's right arm, but then switched at the last minute to hit Peter's left hand - to smash the finger's holding his bat. It was a direct score and Peter dropped the left side of his bat in surprise and pain. David swatted the young man's right hand and in seconds Peter's bat was on the sandy floor. David had an open field and with a SMACK cracked his bat right between Peter's legs to peg the guy's soft balls. Peter folded instantly into a ball of abject pain, hands between his legs, and in the fetal position. Second point to David.


Jahmine, meanwhile was lapping away at Xeiva's jasmine scented snatch. It wasn't half bad, he thought to himself. The Empress was moaning and writhing while she watched the game through half-closed lids. She was squeezing the ball-bags in her hands, pushing her toes into the ones at her feet, and pressing her pelvis up to drown her young king's face into her perfectly formed crevice.


It was minutes before Peter could get back on his feet. By now he was sweating, both from pain and from anticipation. He obviously was reevaluating his game plan as he was only one point away from losing. He now appeared to be going all offensive. Hopping in place and moving back and forth to provide a moving target to his much larger opponent. David took it all in stride and was unruffled. Peter let loose with a flurry of volleys all of which David successfully blocked. David returned the favor with a series of blows followed up by a full force smash with his bat which knocked his enemy off to the side, but before David could use that to his advantage, Peter jumped up and recentered himself.


The crowd meanwhile, was going nuts. An all male group, each guy was naked, pumped and hard. At lot of the guys were giving each other hand jobs while they watched the action, and a few were even giving head. Each time a point was scored the audience went wild with cheering and whoops and glee. They couldn't wait for David to nut this little punk, and for their Empress to get off on it.


Peter appeared to be slightly injured from his fall, and had a limp as he moved as far out of range of David as he could. David followed, his massive form towering over Peter. This would be his end. David aimed a jab of the pointed end of his bat straight at Peter's chest. Peter blocked with his left side up. But David used the momentum of the thrust to turn in place and like an action/reaction experiment brought about a repost to Peter's left side, smashing the young man's left side with a two handed hit. This was followed by a tremendous blow to Peter's right temple, and a final blow to Peter's left hip. The boy went down, and David went in for the kill. As the boy's body hit the sands his legs opened and his balls became the main target. WHAM David smashed his opponents' balls into the sand. Peter immediately sat up, and then vomited from the pain. David raised his arms in triumph and the crows roared it's approval. The rules of the game were quite clear, David now got to neuter his opponent in any way he saw fit to. David motioned for the assistants, who hovered just outside the ring, to bind Peter's hands and blind fold him, which they did, then they set the young man on his knees. Peter's cock and balls hung down and were ready for their own demise. David decided he was going to kick the boy's balls into mush, and that's exactly what he did, He stood behind the boy, launching kick after toe kick to the hanging huevos The crowd was milking its collective hardon for all its worth and Xeiva was eager to hear Peter's nuts go "SQUISH".


WHAM WHAM WHAM. Peter was drooling onto the sand and couldn't believe that ten minutes ago he was whole man, but now was doomed to the life of a neuter. To be sent off to the salt mines of Adaban like all the other used up hahreem slaves. WHAM WHAM WHAM more and more punts to the dangling cahones, until with a superbly placed kick by David, first one, then the other nut exploded in its sack SPLAT, and Peter was a man no more. Everyone in the crowd came, and so did the Empress, her body shuddering with ecstasy. Once more David had pleased her with a victory, and he would be rewarded with gifts and gold and servants, marking him as the Empress's favorite minion. Jahmine nearly choked on the flood of juices which coated both his tongue and his face, and he felt Xeiva's hands come up and force his face ever deeper into her. She came again, and then again, while the crowd was stroking the last dribbles of cum from their dicks. Finally there was moment of stillness, as everyone relaxed into bliss.


Xeiva looked down at Jahmine. "Very good, my young king. You have pleased me, and pleased me well. Perhaps there is hope for you yet. Or perhaps I should pit you against David, to see how good your battle experience is. Would you like that, young king, to be humiliated in front of a group of men? And to feel your balls explode for my pleasure? Well, we will see. Your career in my hahreem has just begun!"