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Sunday, June 16, 2013
The Plan (f/m) - repost
Chris looked at her from the top of the
stairs. She was perfect. Perfect for his plan, that is. His sister’s best
friend. She was gorgeous, naive, just old enough, and in the middle of her
budding sexuality. The sixteen year old boy descended the stairs confidently.
While she was watching the shopping network
and swooning over a Cubic Zirconium ring big enough to live in, he walked up to
the lounge chair and stood there, just watching. She was sitting on the couch,
enjoying her imaginary buying spree, and didn’t notice Chris until he cleared
his throat. She startled a bit, then smiled politely at him and turned back to
the two women nattering on about an investment of a lifetime.
“Sarah.” Chris wanted her too look at
him. She did. She quickly assessed his lanky black hair, his dark eyes, his
smoky glance, and wondered what he wanted.
“What?” she said.
Chris didn’t hesitate. “I have something
to show you.”
“What?” she said again.
She couldn’t see below his waist since
he was behind the chair, off to her left, but his hands disappeared and she
heard a zipper drop. Then something that sounded like his pants hitting the
floor. Then the older boy lifted himself and suddenly his genitals appeared on
the top of the recliner. He rested himself there and watched her eyes lock on
his cock and balls. She gasped.
“You’ve never seen a naked man before,
have you?” He knew she was too young to have had sex-ed, she had no brothers,
and her father had died before she had hit puberty. He knew he was right.
“Uh. Geeze. What . . . what are those?”
“They’re my cock and balls. Wanna touch
them?” He gazed slyly at her. He could see the curiosity in her eyes.
“I don’t think we, I mean you shouldn't be
showing me those.” For some reason the whole thing seemed so wrong. She barely
knew Emily’s brother, and she certainly hadn’t come over here to see this!
Still, there was something hypnotic about what she was looking at. Two fat orbs
and a rigid pole-like thing with a pink helmet.
“Go on. Come here and touch them. I
guarantee you, they’re nothing like anything you’ve felt before. Go on. I won’t
tell anyone.” He just stood there, coaxing her.
Sarah gulped and she suddenly noticed
how warm the room had become. She was flushed, and blushing. But his invitation
was exciting too. She slowly got up and inched her way towards the plush
leather recliner, almost as if her body was moving of its own accord.
“Go on,” he urged her, glad to see he
was getting the response he wanted. “They won’t bite.” Sarah giggled nervously,
and sank to her knees on the Lazy-boy. She was now eye level with his resting
genitals. His cock was pulsing right in front of her face and his nuts were
lolling on the warm leather surface. She reached out with a trembling hand and
grasped his penis. When she did so, Chris sighed.
“That’s right,” he said, enjoying her
touch. “Feel it for the first time.” She was gripping the rod quite gently, and
could feel its warm hardness. He was right, she’d never felt or seen anything
like it before.
“What . . what is it?” she asked.
“My dick.” His voice was sultry but
matter-of-fact at the same time.
“What’s it for?”
“To give me pleasure.” He took her hand
and made her pump it. “It also does something special if you do the right
thing.” But her eyes had now dropped to his plump spuds.
“And these?” She let go of his cock and
poked one of the bubbles with her finger.
“Those are my balls. You’ve heard of
balls before, haven’t you?”
“Sorta. What are they for?”
Chris smiled to himself. This was all too
“Why, they’re for bursting of course.”
“Yeah. Of course. Every boy has to have
a girl crush his nuts before he can become a man. It’s a sort of ‘right of
passage’. I was thinking maybe you could do it for me. Today. Right now. Before
Emily and mom get home.” He made it sound like an honor, a special prize. He
could see her eyebrows knit as she tried to comprehend his offer.
“You mean . . what are you talking
about? I don’t understand.” She was now hefting his balls with one hand, and
pinching the scrotal sack with her other.
“I want you to be the one to castrate
me. That’s the name of the ritual. Castration. All men want to be castrated.
It’s in our genes. It will be fun. You‘ve seen guys get hit in the balls
before, right?. In movies.”
Sarah looked up at him, and could see
the lust in his smoky, alluring gaze. She thought about it, and then nodded.
“Yeah, I think so. They fall on the ground and cry. I think. And there’s a
crunching sound between their legs. Like a walnut being stepped on.”
“Right. And that’s what I want you to do
to me. Right now. Every man wants to be nutless and every women wants to nut a
man. Didn’t you feel something warm inside when you heard that ‘crunching sound
between their legs’?”
Sarah furrowed her brow again, then smiled.
Seeing a guy get hit between the legs had been funny in a sort of thrilling
way, now that he mentioned it.
“Come on, it will be fun. I promise
you’ll have more pleasure by busting and bursting my balls than watching those
rejects on TV try to sell you a George Forman grill.” He pulled his hands away
from his junk and pulled her over towards him.
“Here, we’ll warm you up to it. I’ll
stand here and spread my legs, and you kick my nuts. See? They’re hanging right
here for you. You can’t miss them.” He put his hands behind his back. He was
standing there, in white socks, a white tee-shirt, and completely naked
otherwise. He had a dark, curly bush, a thick, long dick, and two low hanging
nuts which swayed slightly. His face was alight with illicit glee, and his eyes
burned with anticipation. Chris was a pervert, through and through.
“How . . . how should I kick them?” she
said haltingly. She’d never so much as slapped someone before; even though
there was something sexy about what he was asking, she was unsure of what to
“Take off your shoes so you can feel my
balls squishing. Trust me, you’ll want to. Imagine how powerful you are right
now. Imagine that I’m your Roman slave. Ready for your abuse. You’ve thought
about having a slave, haven’t you? All girls want man-slaves. Make me yours.”
“Uhm. Ok.” She stepped out of her Vans.
She looked at her dangling targets. They seemed so vulnerable. “OK.” Now she
sounded more confident, like she’d decided. Chris could feel his power over
her. She was so malleable. So innocent.
“Kick them hard. I need you to make them
soft so they’ll pop when it’s time.” He was looking straight into her eyes and
she was mesmerized. He was like an incubus , trapping her in his seduction, his
riveting persona. She nodded, steeled herself and then slammed her foot as hard
as she could right into his naked groin. Electric needles of some unknown
pleasure exploded in her, like icy shards of painful ecstasy. It was amazing.
Chris hadn’t even moved.
“Again, my darling.” His gaze still
locked on hers.
She slammed them again, and she really
could feel the two nuggets squish between her toes. It was sexual magic. She
could feel something build in her, but it needed more.
She kick them yet again, watching the
testicles bounce. Chris closed his eyes and began to groan – a sort of rich
throaty groan, proving he was enjoying it too. That “dick” of his was getting
even harder, the pink head become purple and the pulsing more pronounced. She
felt the urge rising in her. More. MORE!
She began to kick him in the groin over
and over, faster and faster. The testicles began to swell, get bigger with each
impact, and the penis thing began to drip a clear fluid, making little drool
marks on her white ruffled socks.
‘Ohhhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhh babe, kick those
nuts, Oh, it hurts so goooood.” His head was lolling around, and he was leaning
into her kicks, his knees bending in willing servitude. This was what he’d
wanted for so long. It was horribly thrilling and explosively erotic. Forbidden
desires mixing with his deepest, darkest fantasies.
Now Sarah was really getting into it.
Her own womb was throbbing and pulsing in time with his groans, and the prickly
sensation was flashing through her teenage body like fire. This was better than any Cuisinart mixer or
collectable Beanie Baby.
Without warned Chris reached forward to
grab her and pull her close. His body smelled like soft soap and conditioner
(obviously he’d taken a shower before coming downstairs). Without a word he
gently lifted her knee into his bulging balls and pressed it there, hard. “Knee
them,” he whispered into her ears. It was both a request and a command, and she
obeyed. She could feel them laying on her knee, and his rigid pole pressed
against her thigh. She brought them both up into his groin with a sharp jerk.
Then, again. He was pressing himself into her thrusts. Over and over the leg
pounded into his naked nuts, and he slammed his bollocks into the unforgiving
hardness of her kneecap. His face was inches from hers, and he could smell her
scent, like Lilies of the Valley, mixed with some tangy sent he’d never
encountered before. Pain and pleasure were arcing in his abdomen – it was now a
battle between his swollen cock’s pleasure and an epicenter of nausea in his
stomach. More. He needed more.
“STOP,” he yelled into her ears. She was
startled and stepped back. He wobbled unsteadily, but then took her hands in
his and made her grasp each nut. Then he looked into her eyes. “You know what
to do now, don’t you? Squeeze them, squeeze them hard.” He smiled evilly. Sarah
nodded, and found herself eagerly bearing down on the twin orbs. They were so
warm, and alive, and now big enough to fill her whole fist. She squeezed them
like they were two ripe plums, Squishing them as if in anger after fighting
with someone, Squishing them with single minded determination to pop them
completely. But, they were a lot tougher and more dense than a plum. In fact
they were exceptionally solid for their size, and she couldn’t do more than
make a slight dent in them with her thumbs. ‘This may not be possible,’ she
thought. The feeling between her own legs, however, was like molten lava, and
she knew she must crush them soon. No other pleasure was this inevitable.
Gritting her teeth she gripped his balls
as hard as she could, both of them holding their breath, but it wasn’t enough.
Man glands were solid, not hollow.
“I can’t!” she cried in an explosive
exhalation of dismay.
Chris pulled her close again. “Of course
you can’t,” he whispered so soothingly into her ear. “That’s not how it works.
Look on the table.”
Sarah’s gaze moved past his shoulder and
focused on the dinning table. There was a baseball bat and a pair of handcuffs.
“There’s a tradition to castrating men.
Women all over the world have done this for thousands of years. You’ll be first
of your friends to be able to say you’ve nutted a man. Stay here, I’ll be right
back.” He hobbled into the garage, one hand clutching the ridiculous agony in
his balls. ‘Poor women,’ he thought to himself. ‘They’ll never know this
feeling.’ Endorphins flooded his body in giddy waves.
While Chris was retrieving a wooden
plank from the garage, Sarah began to rub her snatch as she contemplated the
two objects on the table. This was amazing. She’d never felt this way before.
It was . . . incredible. Overwhelming. Perhaps this was what it meant to be a
woman, rather than a girl. She couldn’t wait for the next part.
He came back in with a short pine plank,
with a hole cut in the middle. He also had some heavy-duty rubber bands. He set
them down, and then passed her the hand cuffs.
“It’s simple,” he said. “Cuff me. I’ll
bend over on the table. You’ll pull my nuts through my legs, push them through
the hole, and them rubber band them tight. You can do that, can’t you? I know
you can,” He spoke with the honeyed kindness of a parent, gently coaxing his
child to do something frightening for the first time. Naturally she didn’t want
to seem incompetent or chicken.
“Of course,” she said. The pleasure in
her pussy was diminishing, and she needed more stimulation.
“Good,” he said, smiling again. He let
her handcuff him, arms tied tight behind, and laid his chest on the cool wooden
surface of the table. He heard her pick up the board. Then he felt her soft,
warm hand reach between his legs and pull back his swollen balls. She then
forced them through the board. It was tight fit, and she had to twist, yank and
squeeze them to get them through. Chris groaned in pleasurable agony. When they
finally popped through she snapped on the two bands around them, noticing Chris
jerked from his cords being crushed.
Chris moaned, then opened his eyes and
looked back at her. “Double wrap them. If you don’t, they’ll pop back through.”
It was difficult. Sarah gritted her
teeth again, but eventually managed to double band the two bollocks. Now they
were really swelling, and turning purple. They looked different to her now. She
could see that they were not completely spherical, but had some sort of tubing
attached to them. Fascinating.
Chris, meanwhile, was trying to restrain
his giddiness. This was going to be so special. He’d dreamed about it since the
first time he jacked off. If only his pawn knew what she was doing. Her
ignorance might be her bliss, but it wasn’t his ejaculation – yet. He could
feel the sticky wetness of his impossibly hard dick leaking a pool of prejack
onto the table. This was going to be the eruption of a lifetime.
“Now,” he said soothingly to her,
looking up while he talked. “Come get the bat. Stand behind me and hit my balls
until they burst. This is the most important part of the ritual. You have to
turn them into jelly. You have to hit my balls as many times as it takes. You
can tell when they burst because they’ll make a popping sound. Don’t worry.
This is what men and women do, and I’ve never been more ready for it. Trust in
me. Destroy my balls please, Sarah.” His voice was calm, reassuring, gentle. It
was exactly what she needed to hear. She’d never hit someone with a bat, certainly
not any boy she knew, and certainly not between the legs. The pressure and heat
was building up inside of her again. Bolts of liquid sex were arcing through
her torso, stimulating her breasts to swell.
Sarah stepped back and tested the
distance between her and her target, the two bulbous orchidia waiting their
destruction. Was this going to be easy? She’d better ask.
“I’m not sure I’m strong enough to pop
them. I’m always the last picked during gym,” she said in a slightly plaintive
“Don’t worry,” Chris replied, his voice
velvety smooth. “You just need to hit them. A lot. Over and over. Can’t you see
how delicate they really are? A solid wooden bat will pulp them easily. Take
your time, I’m in no rush. Enjoy this. You’re going to be a real woman after
this, remember? Everything’s OK. Just trust me.” He put his head down on the
table, closed his eyes softly and waited for the ecstasy to follow.
“Alright.” She lined up the bat again,
and then made her first swing. The wooden surface made a slick “SPLAT” sound as
it connected with his constricted testes. ‘OH GOD’ thought Sarah. Now she was
getting really wet between the legs. Something completely new to her. She had
to do it again. And again. WHAM, she hit the fat orbs as hard as she could. Again.
And again and again and again. She was hitting them so hard that the table was
scootching forward from the impact, and Chris was crying out with each
connection, but he didn’t tell her to stop, she decided he must be enjoying it.
Faster and faster she slammed that bat
into his nuts. They were becoming larger and softer. She could see them begin
to dent and distort. The feeling in her snatch was becoming almost too much to
bear - a volcano of lust and red hot passion. Just as the volcano erupted she felt
the bat burst through his bubbles and make contact with the board. There were
two loud bursts as they exploded under the impact of her swings, and both she
and Chris orgasmed. It was more than amazing, it was phenomenal. Chris had just
felt his manhood explode in its pouch and his cum exploding out his dick,
spurting thick ribbons between his stomach and the table. Spurt after spurt
after spurt. And Sarah had dropped to her knees, dropped the bat and was
convulsing with her first orgasm, her first taste of sexuality, her first flush
Chris began to convulse and scream now
that his orgasm was complete. He thought he was going to die. For several
moments, he felt like he’d had enough. But not for Sarah. She wanted more. So
much more. She rose to her feet clutching the bat again, and began to slam it
into the mush of what were once his testicles. Chris began to cry, but his dick
started to pulse again. Some part of his mind couldn’t believe it. He was
getting off on her abuse of him. Again she was plastering his ruined nuts with
a frenzy neither of them could have predicted. Just as she came again, so did
he. In the back of his pain glazed brain was the thought ‘This really should be
a tradition because I wish I could do this again.” He heard her pick up the bat
again. She was clearly going to liquefy his balls. The first hit smashed in the
melon sized scrotum and he felt his dick come back to life. This time it took
much longer for them to reach orgasm and it hurt so much when his semen gushed
out that this time he blacked out. But just before he did so, however, he heard
her pick up the bat for the fourth time. His wish had come true. She wanted it
more, so much more . . . just like he did