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Saturday, June 29, 2013
Demonstrations (Ffff/m) - repost
This is the story I wrote for people with a foot fetish. It's got some toe sucking, foot worship, etc. I think I secretly hoped Caligula would read it and send me a comment :D None so far, however.
Joanne, Reece and Clair were
on their way to meet Mrs. Vonnegan for some post-highschool job advice, and
were chatting away about their favorite subject – boys.
“Isn’t Jason Briggs hot?
Boy, I’d love to do hurdles over his body,” giggled Reece.
“Bleh,” replied Joanne, the
leader of the three, “He’s about as thick as the cafeteria’s tapioca. And just
“You know what I heard?”
said Clair with a sly grin on her face, “I heard his cousin tried to rape a
fourth grader. The girl’s mother came home as he was trying to stick his dick
in her, and the mother kicked him in the nuts so hard, that it ruptured one of
“OMG, you’re kidding!” Reece
put her hand over her mouth in astonishment.
“Heh,” grunted Joanne, as
the three of them came up to the door of their role model’s house. “I bet some
guys enjoy that kind of thing. Wouldn’t the first time a women’s gotten her own
back. Won’t be the last.”
Joanne knocked on the door.
In a moment, Mrs. Vonnegan appeared. She was a tall, shapely and athletic woman
in her late 40’s with gray-streaked hair that was pulled up into a bun. She
wore a designer skirt-suit and high heels. She also happened to be the
administrator at the county Social Services, and simply oozed respectability.
“Hello, girls,” said Vivian
with a warm smile. “Please come on in.” She led the three girls into the living
room. “Make yourself at home, I won’t be a moment.”
While she was gone, the
three girls continued their conversation.
“Well, that cousin only got
what he deserved, in my opinion,” said Clair. “I heard that brainless
cheerleader Buffy kneed one of the quarter backs in the nuts after a game. He
was actually offering for her to kick a goal with the football for fun and
she’s so stupid she thought he meant HIS balls.” The girls all laughed.
With a slight blush Reece
said, “I kicked my uncle between the legs once. It wasn’t even totally an
accident. I came home one day and didn’t know his plane had arrived early. He
had been showering up in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear him with my earbuds
on. I’d just got the new Maroon5 album on my Ipod. Anyway, I rounded the corner
and there’s this tall muscular guy in the bathroom who I didn’t recognize cuz
the towel was over his head. I was so surprised I kicked him straight in the nuts.
They were just hanging there in the steam, and my Reeboks slammed into those
two bouncing danglers. Dropped him like a stone!”
All the girls laughed.
Talking about guy’s nuts was so exciting. As they sat down on the couch, they
noticed Mrs. Vonnegan’s son, Derek, sitting like a lump on the Lazyboy. He was
about 16, husky and muscular with black hair and dark eyes, and had a somewhat
blank expression as he watched TV. The rumor at school was that he was
homeschooled because he was too dumb to keep up with regular students. He
didn’t even notice the girls as they sat on the couch.
They whispered to each other
about this until their hostess came back into the room. “What’s all the whispering
about, young ladies” asked Vivian cordially.
Joanne was feeling bold.
“Oh, we’re just talking about nutting guys. We can’t imagine it’s as bad as
they make it seems. Guy’s are just wimps.”
Vivian smiled knowingly.
“Well, actually busting a guy’s balls is quite painful, and Derek here can
confirm this. I slap his nuts all the time. In fact, I think he’d be quite
happy to demonstrate men’s sensitivity between their legs. Derek?”
The thick but good looking
boy slowly looked over, and grunted.
“Derek, get up and let the
girls slap your balls.”
He scowled but got up anyway
and reluctantly stood in front of them. The three girls all looked at each
other, and then his crotch. He had on tight jeans, and they could see his
package outlined clearly. He might not be bright, but he had plenty where it
counted. Joanne shrugged ‘what the heck’ and swatted the fat bulge with the
back of her hand. The other two girls followed suit, and they whacked the heck
out of his mound for over a minute. It ended when he fell to the ground, hands
covering his family jewels.
“See?” said Vivian. “There’s
no better way to make a man crawl like the worm he is than by a good swift
smack to the balls.”
“Well,” said Clair, “I’d
still like to know what they are, and what they look like.”
“Oh, that’s easy. Here, I’ll
demonstrate.” Vivian got up and stood over her prostrate son. She slapped his
hands away from his nuts and undid his pants, pulled them down, and then off.
He was wearing briefs. These she yanked off and left her son in only his shirt
and white socks. “Scootch down here,” she said.
The girls crowded around
her, excited to be this close to a compliant, naked and vulnerable male.
Vivian gave them an overview
of his cock and nads, and squeezed and pinched them to demonstrate certain
characteristics. Derek didn’t seem very happy about the situation but let them
poke and prod his privates regardless. Mrs. Vonnegan then told them that the
most important use of genitals was to keep men in line.
“Here, let me show you how
well Derek is trained. Stand up!” Vivian’s voice had the tone of a drill
sergeant. Derek slowly obeyed. His naked balls and semi-erect dick hung between
his thick, muscular legs. “Spread them,” she barked. The boy complied. Vivian
stood a ways from him, slipped out of her high heels, and punted her son in the
balls. Derek let out an “oof” but stood his ground. His mother kicked him in
the groin again, this time harder. He groaned and sank to his knees, nursing
“See,” said Vivian. “It puts
a male in his proper place, which is at our feet and begging for mercy. Go
ahead, girls, you give it a try. Derek, stop being a baby and let these nice
girls crush your nuts.” The boy glared at her for a moment, but then slowly
rose to standing and spread his legs for them. The Reece and Clair giggled, but
Joanne, being the bold one, eagerly kicked him hard between the legs, letting
her foot fly up and jam itself right into his big left ball. Derek’s clenched
jaw pulsed at the pain, and he glowered at her but said nothing. Next Clair
took aim and launched a kick to his privates. Her foot snapped forward and
caused his whole sack to sway violently.
Reece didn’t want to kick
them, she wanted to punch the little organs, and she asked his mother
permission to do so. Vivian was delighted, and said of course she could. Reece
smiled at the dower boy and then balled up her fist and punched his stones with
all her might. Derek let out a yell and once again sank to his knees. Reece
giggled at his plight, and went and stood behind the other girls.
“We heard that you can pop a
boy’s nuts if you kick them hard enough,” said Joanne.
“Well, I suppose that’s
true,” replied Vivian thoughtfully, looking down at her son. “Castration is a
time honored tradition used to pacify otherwise aggressive and violent men. I
have to admit I’ve thought about having my little fudge-pot here snipped. I
know a vet who would be only too happy to curb his ‘habits’.” Derek’s mother
seemed to be working something out in her head, and after a while seemed to
arrive at a conclusion.
“Tell you what, girls. Come
over tomorrow night and I’ll show you what it’s like to have a well-trained
The girls all squealed with
excitement. Derek grumbled a bit but didn’t actually say anything in protest.
“Now, now, girls. Don’t get
over excited. Be sure to not tell anyone about this, it will be, as it were,
our little secret. Come over after dinner, about seven.”
“OK,” said the girls in
“Derek, see our guests to
the door.” The partially naked boy lurched to an upright postion and with one
hand cupping his nuts opened the door for them.
“See you and your balls
later,” said Joanne as she left. Clair patted his low hangers and Reece caressed
his erection and giggled as she passed by him.
It was a sure thing that at
7:00 o’clock the next evening, all three girls were waiting at the Vonnegan’s
front door, all eager to torture their first male. Their sacrificial bull let
them in, wearing nothing but socks. He still had that neaderthallic blank
expression on his face but his body was ripped and smooth. The girls all got an
eyefull of him as they passed and took their places on the couch. Vivian was
already sitting on the recliner.
“Well, hello there girls.
Ready to have some fun?”
They all nodded excitedly.
“First let’s have some
refreshments. Derek, go get the drinks for these fine ladies.”
The teen shuffled off to the
kitchen and then came back with a tray. On it were three tall glasses of
“Girls let Derek serve you
the drinks, and show him your appreciation where it counts.” Joanne smirked at
this. Derek lowered the tray so she could take her glass, and with her free
hand she swatted his dangling nads. The boy twitched.
“Say ‘thank you’ Derek,”
commented his mother.
“Thank you,” he grumbled.
Joanne’s return smile was clearly patronizing.
Next it was Reece. She
reached out and squeezed just his left testicle while taking the proffered
drink. Derek’s brow creased. “Thanks,” he grunted.
Finally Clair took her drink
and then rammed her fist into his gonads. Derek grimaced but kept the tray
steady. He mumbled something indistinct that might have been ‘thanks a lot’.
“Derek,” ordered his mom.
“Put that thing away and go get the massage lotion.” The boy shuffled to the
“Derek is going to treat all
of you to a foot massage. I’ve already had mine for the day, and I figured you
could use some relief from a hard day of school.” The girls giggled at the
thought of a boy touching their feet.
Derek came back with some Bath&Body
peppermint lotion and kneeled in front of Joanne. He started to reach for her left
shoe when Vivian suddenly stood up and kicked his balls from behind. SMACK.
Straight into and through his balls, squishing them against his pelvis.
“Derek, what do we do before
touching a woman’s foot?”
Derek had a pained look on
his face. When an answer wasn’t forthcoming, the toe of Vivian’s high heel shoe
connected again with his dangling goods. A warbling sound issued from the boy.
A third kick finally
elicited an answer, “We ask permission,” he said in a surly voice.
She kicked him a fourth time.
“We ask permission nicely. Continue.” Vivian sat down and
crossed her legs, one pump dangling from her foot. “I’m sorry girls, but my son
is a bit . . . slow. However, I’d like to think he’s been well trained.”
“That’s alright Mrs.
Vonnegan. Most boys seem to be slow. And thick.”
“May I please massage your
feet?” asked Derek, looking up at the beautiful Joanne.
“Alright, but be gentle. If
I startle I might kick something you’d rather I not . . .” she said ominously.
Derek gently unlaced her
shoe and set it aside. Then he began to massage her foot while still in its
sock. Her sock was a soft, fuzzy white affair with an elastic rim. His hands
were warm and gentle, kneading her sore foot, rubbing it softly and sliding his
hand along its sole. Joanne sighed contentedly. He was indeed well trained in
this. After a few minutes of this he gently peeled off her soft sock and
brought her naked foot up to his mouth. He gently kissed and licked each of her
pink-painted toes, darting his tongue in between each and even sucked on some
of them. Joanne was wriggling in pleasure. It felt so bizarre and enjoyable at
the same time. Derek kept sucking and licking until Joanne couldn’t take it
anymore. She pulled her foot away from him and then rammed it into his nuts. Derek
coughed and took the hint. He squeezed out some lotion and began to massage it
in. When the foot was fully rejuvenated, he moved on to her other one,
repeating the ritual, and she kicked him again to stop the sucking.
While this was going on,
Vivian was discussing with the girls their options for getting into colleges.
She’d gone to an Ivy League institution and she gave them lots of hints and
tips on how to maximize their suitability to the admissions committee. When
Derek had finished with Joanne he thanked her. She responded with kicking both newly
softened feet into his nuts. Not once but three times. SMACK SMACK SMACK.
“You’re welcome,” she said. He just frowned and coughed some more.
Moving onto Clair, she had
cotton, lilac colored socks. Derek brought one foot at a time down and into his
crotch so that he could massage it while she got to press her foot into his
nuts. The combination of his gentle hands plus his rolly-polly balls was just
fantastic, and he let her press her foot into his nuts pretty firmly, to the
point where his face started to flush as they oozed out on either side.
Eventually he took off her sock and she let him suck and lick her toes.
“Lick my sole, worm,” she
Derek complied, running his
moist tongue along her salty sole and inhaling her dirty foot smell. Clair’s
toes had been painted with sparkles and soon Derek’s lips had glitter on them.
She giggled. When he finished the lotioning stage, she rubbed her now slippery
feet on his balls and hardening cock, making them slick and sexy.
By the time he got to Reece,
his hardon was raging and before he did anything he let Reece kick it, just as
hard has his balls. The organ seemed to like the punishment because a pearly
drop of semen swelled at its tip. Reece had been wearing hightops, and athletic
socks so her feet had a pungent, sweaty smell, and he had to spend considerable
time cleaning them before he could apply the lotion. Reece seemed pleased with
his skill at massage. When he finished she took one hand to grasp his dick and
the other to clutch his nuts, and she squeezed both as hard as she could until
his erection deflated. It was so rude to be aroused in front of women.
“Derek, go clean up.” The
boy got up off his knees and shambled off to the bathroom. The conversation
moved on to careers and post graduate work. Reece wanted to become an
accountant, Clair expressed interesting in pursuing graphic design, and Joanne
thought it would be fun to learn architecture. Vivian made it clear that if
they worked hard there should be no limit to their potential. “Do well in
school, develop professional relationships to secure internships and really
work social situations to get contacts. That’s the key to getting good
They ended the evening with
Derek (with a little encouragement from his mother) kneeling, legs spread, and
reluctantly asking the girls to kick his balls “into his throat”.
“Gladly,” said Joanne as she
really pasted his nuts, followed by Clair and then Reece.
A week later they were over
again. This time they played a game of tennis in the back yard. Vivien had tied
up her son, naked, over a barrel. When either team scored, they went over and
blasted Derek’s balls as much as they felt like. When Clair and Mrs. Vonnegan
won twice, they all decided to practice hitting balls into his balls, to improve their aim. WHAM. Tennis balls to his
tender testicles. Many of them hit his buttcheeks or his back. Or even his
legs. But the ones that scored direct hits made him scream in pain. Thankfully
all the neighbors knew that Derek had odd periods of vocalized pain, so no one
came out to see what was going on. This was followed by the humbled boy giving
the three girls manicures and pedicures while they watched TV. After servicing
their feet, of course. The girls had become quite fond of him gently sucking on
their toes. He had to thank at the end while they punched his balls in
The following week, Vivian
showed them how having men as slaves made housework much easier and more
enjoyable. Derek was dressed just in his socks, but Vivian made him scrub the
floor on his hands and knees while the girls kicked him from behind. He then
cleaned the bathroom with a string tied around his sack which the girls got to
pull whenever they wanted to. “You missed a spot,” YANK, “That toilet doesn’t
look clean to me,” YANK “That mirror doesn’t look streak free to me,” YANK. By
the time he finished the bathroom his scrotum was an angry shade of red.
Vivian told him to get the vacuum
cleaner out and Derek almost threw a fit. The girls shortly found out why.
Vivian wrapped a thong around his nuts and attached it to a 20lb weight which
wobbled between his legs while he tried to vacuum the rug. All the women in the
room kept making him move and vacuum faster and faster so that his nuts were
being pulled in, down and from side to side. Derek was almost crying as the
weight threatened to tear his nuts out by their roots. The evening ended by all
the women kicking their victim from the behind as he ironed cloths. Vivian
threatened to melt his nuts with the iron if he didn’t stand still and let
them. Derek just gritted his teeth and sullenly complied.
On the next night they were
there, Clair divulged that cheerleader tryouts were coming up and that the
girls need to practice their kicks and jumps. They all went outside with
Derek’s hands tied behind his back and a blindfold. Vivian said she would judge
their moves. Each girl stood in front of the helpless boy and did scissor kicks
into his testicles, knee lifts to his groin, and splits in front of him where
they punched the eggs hanging in front
of them when they reached the ground. Reece seemed to have the best moves and
Mrs. Vonnegan dubbed her the winner. Her reward? To punch Derek’s cock and
balls until he passed out. It took twenty punches before he was on the ground,
hand’s between his legs. Reece grabbed his ankles, spread his legs and while
Clair and Joanne held his hands out of the way, she stopped his nutsack until
he, eventually stopped yelling and passed out. His scrotum had ballooned to the
size of a softball, and his dick was all red and bruised.
These evenings stretched
though their entire fall, and Derek came to loath Thursday nights, but as usual
he never articulated any counter argument to their abuse of him. It appeared he
wasn’t able to formulate any kind of verbal defense.
In late October, Vivian
planned a special night. She told the girls to come over in a costume. A sexy
costume. As usual, Derek answered the door, and he was dressed as a roman
slave, with a collar on him and a fat leather posing pouch over his privates.
He let them in, as quiet and taciturn as ever. Vivian was in a nurse’s outfit,
tight fitting, with a sleek white knee length skirt, low cut white blouse, and
a cute little red-cross hat. Her ample cleavage was spilling out, like it would
for any nurse in a young boy’s wet dream.
“Tonight I’m going to show
you an important life skill – how to extract your orgasm from an inept male who
doesn’t know a vulva from a Volvo. Men simply don’t know how your plumbing
works. All they know is how to get themselves off, so tonight I’m going to show
you how to make them pleasure you
instead of themselves. Derek, on the floor!” As usual, the dimwitted lump tried
to see a way out of following his mother’s command but, as usual, couldn’t, so
he slowly lay on his back on the carpet.
“Ok. I’ll show you what to
do.” Vivian slipped off her skirt and straddled her son’s head. Her shaved pink
pussy was inches from his face, and Derek made a face like he was being presented
with a dead codfish. Vivian didn’t care. With her right hand she grabbed the
back of his head, fist full of his hair, and commanded. “Open your mouth and
stick out your tongue!” Derek slowly complied. Then with her left hand, she
reached back and punched his pouch. Then she forced her son’s head into her
snatch and he dutifully plunged he tongue far into hit. She repeatedly punched
his balls to make him service her and would occasionally let him come back up
for air. It wasn’t long before her purse began to tingle and after a
particularly hard punch to his nuts, an orgasm exploded in her whole body,
making her tremble and shake. It was fantastic.
“Whew. Mmm. So, that’s how
it’s done, girls. OK. So who want’s to try it first?”
Surprisingly it was shy Clair.
She was dressed as a French maid, and she slipped her panties off. Once she was
over Derek’s head, she looked down. His lips were all red and his face was
covered with dribbles of woman cum. He looked unhappy about it all, but that
didn’t stop him from licking the moisture off his lips. Clair looked up at Mrs.
Vonnegan. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Vivian smiled. “Here, we’ll
help you. I’ll take his head, Joanne, you punch his nuts.” They arranged
themselves. Vivian made her son stick out his tongue and then she gentle lifted
his head until it entered Clair’s young pussy.
“OH!” she exclaimed as the
warm tongue entered her. It was such a surprising sensation. Her cavity was
very tight, and Derek found it difficult to do much with his tongue, but Vivian
forced her son to try, and the pounding of his eggs helped motivate him. Soon
Clair got used to this new experience and began to enjoy it. She started riding
his face, up and down, up and down, and she started to feel a fluttering in her
lower stomach. It was like a bird ruffling its feathers. Then the bird spread
its wings began to fly. The avian launched itself and its wings spread over her
body. Her toes curled and her snatch spasmed, releasing her first flood of
juice. Moments later the rapture of orgasm overwhelmed her. She could hear
Joanne punching nuts and she could feel Derek grunting her groin, but all she
could feel was bliss. It left her breathless and she was unsteady on her feet
for a while after.
Joanne was up next, and she
took charge of Derek like she was born to ride him. She slammed his face into
her cunt and instead of punching his gonads, snaked her free hand into his
pouch and isolated just his right ball. Then she squeezed it. And boy did she
squeeze it. His tender ball was her stress toy, and she squeezed the hell out
of it. She didn’t even notice it distort in her hand, so focused on her own
pleasure was she. Over and over she mashed his face and tongue into her pert
little cunt. She reached orgasm faster than either women before her, and she
yelled out loud as fire consumed her. And after she came, she continued to ride
his face like a cowgirl, humping his face until another pulse ripped through
her. She was sweating by the time it was over. Her sexy Minimouse-turned-dominatrix
outfit was plastered to her skin.
And it was finally Reece’s’
turn. She sat facing his crotch, and simply planted her box on his face. She
ripped off his pouch so his equipment was free and she began to stroke his cock
and squeeze his nuts at the same time while the dense boy underneath her began
to service her labia. His dick rose to attention and she felt his speed
increase as she brought him both pleasure and pain, in increasing amounts. When
he seemed ready to blow his load she stopped pumping his cock and squeezed both
testicles as hard as she could whilst simultaneously smothering him with her
cunt. His whole body shuddered as he was denied both orgasm and oxygen. This
brought Reece to her own explosion of pleasure and she continued to deny him
until he just passed out. Reece got up and they all looked down at the supine
“Well girls, that’s how it’s
done. The only woman who can guarantee an orgasm is the one who’s willing to
take charge and rip out of a man. And it’s fun to punish them along the way.
So, let’s have some Halloween candy!”
The next two months flew by
and the girls started to abuse Derek in all kinds of inventive ways. Every
Thursday night found them over at the Vonnegan’s, kicking him, humiliating him,
making him expose his most treasured possessions to potentially permanent
damage. The thick witted boy’s responses never really changed, as if he was
unable to really adapt to the situation, and it was sometimes like getting a
stubborn Donkey to do his job and carry shit. This analogy gave Joanne an idea
and they all strung up the boy from the ceiling, legs tied to the walls, and
used his hanging nuts as a piñata. They used a plastic bat and each had a turn
to slam it into his ballsack, making it swing back and forth. All Derek did was
make gurgling noised in the back of his throat and foam at the mouth. Blasting
his rocks with a bat and their fists was rockin’ fun!
Thanksgiving whizzed by and
Christmas snuck up on them. Vivien invited the girls to come over on Christmas
day, with the promise of a special treat. Not surprisingly, all the girls
guessed where this story was going. At
the house was Vivien, Derek of course, and a rather stout woman named Beth, who
turned out to be an über militant, man hating feminist veterinarian. She’d brought
her field surgery kit, and had volunteered to castrate their boneheaded victim.
Derek didn’t seem too happy about the situation but never the less stood there,
his cock and balls inside a wrapped box with a big bow around it. Clair
commented on this.
“Isn’t it lovely? I got the
idea from that SNL skit, ‘dick in a box’. I made him wrap it himself.” Vivian
beamed. “As usual he did a terrible job, so I kicked the box as hard as I could
and made him redo it. Several times. You should see how swollen his nuts are.”
They all gathered around the
boy and Reece got to unwrap the box. His cock and balls were kind of red, but
no worse than any other day, and they were all eager to humiliate him.
“Joanne, take off your shoes
and socks. Derek kiss her feet and spread your legs.” Vivian motioned for Reece
to step behind him. “Derek!” she said sharply. He knew what he had to do.
While down there, he said in
a dull voice, “Kick my balls, please.”
Reece smiled. “Ok.” She
rammed her foot in his big hanging balls while Derek sucked on the toes in
front of him, licking between then and breathed in her pungent odor. But he
could hardly concentrate on the job because his fat nuts hurt like hell and he
vaguely was aware that he’d be losing them soon.
He was forced to service all
the women present and beg them for his nuts to be punished. They all loved
making the teenage boy grovel, and Beth was especially eager to take another
male out of the breeding pool.
Vivien decided that everyone
could have a turn doing whatever they wanted to her poor son and his doomed
danglers. Joanne had him rest his testicles on the coffee table and she stood
on it and rolled them around and stepped on them, almost causing them to burst
but letting them pop out from under her foot at the last minute. Beth had him
stand, with legs spread, while Clair held his arms behind him, and then kicked the lad in the nuts, full force. Soon
he was crying and begging her to stop, but she didn’t. She just laid waste to
his groin, as only a femi-Nazi can do.
Next was Reece who tied a
rope around his nuts, made a loop at the other end, and then put her foot in
the loop. While he stood there, she put more and more of her weight onto the
rope, pulling his testes towards his feet and stretching his sack far past its
normal limit. When his nuts were supporting her full weight they could all
actually hear the tearing sound inside his lower stomach as his tubes were
pulled out by their roots. Derek’s moaning was constant now.
Vivian went next, and she
bent Derek over and just starting kneeing his damaged testicles, shouting
things at him like: “You never clean your room, you dirty pig,” or “Leave the
toilet seat up, will you? You little bastard!”. This went on for some time
until Derek was crying, “I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry.”
“Tell me how much you want
to be punished!” she yelled as her knee plastered his balls. SPLAT SPLAT
“Yes mommy, yes mommy!” was
the high-pitched reply.
And last it was Clair’s
turn. While he was still bent over, she simply grasped his whole sack with both
hands and started squeezing his jewels until Derek looked like he was going to
Vivian decided that Derek
deserved to have some pleasure before he was snipped, so after letting him rest
they humiliated him by making him get aroused (which was difficult considering
how much pain he was in) and then cumming onto a sugar cookie which he then had
to eat. Not once, but three times. The look on his face as he put the cum iced
cooking in his mouth was priceless. Despite the damage to his genitals the boy
had stamina, and probably could have done it once or twice more, but the girls
managed to eat all the other cookies while they watched. So it was on to the
Vivian held up two wrapped
gifts and said that inside were expensive prizes and that they were going to
take turns kicking Derek’s nuts until they popped. Each burst testicle would
earn the lucky winner a gift.
So, after tying Derek up
like a trussed turkey, and making sure he had to stand still, legs splayed,
they all lined up, and each one of them did their best to crush one or both of
his testicles. WHAM WHAM WHAM. It was a festival of testicle torture, and they
continued like this for a good ten minute until Derek’s larger left testicle
exploded on impact. They all heard it. Like a piece of ripe fruit detonating in
a paper bag. It was amazing. And they all congratulated Joanne for
accomplishing it. Then the game continued. His right nut was the new target,
but naturally his busted one got as much of the impact as the right, and the
mangled testicle further ruptured, causing Derek an agony no woman could ever
Ten minutes later Clair was
able to aim well enough, and past the cushioning effect of the gooey left ball,
to hit his smaller right nut dead on. The thing went SQUICK and Derek’s manhood
was no more. Beth walked up and felt around in his sack. Yup, it was soft,
spongy, squishy and thoroughly pulped. It was all too ready to be removed.
They untied Derek, lowered
him onto the coffee table, and then without any anesthetic, Beth set about
removing his bloated bag. To keep the partially aware boy from screaming, the
girls took turns sitting on his face and getting off as his mumbling mouth
stimulated their vaginas. In just a few minutes Beth had removed his gonads,
pouch and all, and sealed up the wound. Derek was now guaranteed to become
docile and chaste, and they all agreed it was for the best. After all, what did
he have to offer a women? He was as dumb as toast.
Beth admired her work and
then held up the gooshy sperm sack and then handed it to Vivian. “Merry Christmas,
“Awww. Thanks. I’ll cherish
it always.” She dropped the organs in a jar of preservative and put it in her
“Well, I think you girls had
best be getting home to spend time with your families. I hope you enjoyed
“Oh we did, really we did,”
“It’s too bad he’s nutted,
though,” said Joanne. “What will we do next Christmas?”
Vivian pointed to his big,
half flaccid cock. “I think we all know the answer to that!”
They all laughed.
“Well, Merry Christmas to
all, and to all a good night,” quoted Beth.