Sunday, December 1, 2013

Jack and Jill (F/M) - NEW

Well, this story was really not planned, it just sort of came to me one day. Like a bolt from the sky. Anywho, I'm pretty sure it will be my offering for December, although I'll *try to get something done for Christmas.

I've been looking through my private stack of stories that I keep, and I found one of FarmboyKY's stories, started reading it, and . . . . low and behold it bares a striking resemblance to this story! So I now have to thank Farmboy and give him credit as the inspiration for this story. It's an homage (apparently)! Follow the link in my links section to see all his great work.

At any rate, enjoy!

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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill had been dating for about four months. They’d met on a dating website and discovered they had much in common – from rollerblading to wind surfing to fine dining to horseback riding. Both were in their mid-twenties, physically fit, good looking and active. They both lived near each other, in LA, and started spending a lot of time together. Jack was a professional gymnast with a tight and smooth body while Jill did yoga, running, Pilates and dancing regularly to keep fit.

Their physical intimacy had started off as polite kisses, then some heavy snogging, and then finally in their third month, actual intercourse.  It was better than they’d both expected. He was tender and solicitous, making sure Jill came before he did, and Jill for her part was energetic and creative, unlike some women who just lay there like a wet doll and let it all happen to them.

Tonight was a night of passion. After a romantic dinner at an Italian bistro, the two lovebirds were hard at it, on the bed. Jack was pounding from behind, Jill on all fours, the globes of her breasts jiggling in free air. Jill thought she felt Jack start to flip her over, and she rolled on her back, knees up. Jack went to thrust and found a huge kneecap imbedding itself into his left nut.

“OOf” went Jack, and off the bed he fell as he clutched his groin, CRASH, as he landed on the floor.

“Oh my god!” said Jill, peeping over the edge of the bed as her boyfriend groaned. “I’m so sorry,” she said. Then, in explicably Jill started to giggle. She suddenly understood what had happened and found the whole thing quite amusing. “You alright?” she asked with a smirk.

*groan. *cough. “I’m OK. I don’t usually go down so hard, I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

“Go down? You mean you’ve taken it in the nuts before?”

“Shit yeah. All my cousins, sisters, brothers and friends nut me. It’s like a game, but it hurts most if I’m not prepared.”

“That’s completely bizarre. Do you . . . like getting hit there?”

“Actually I do. My friend Liz calls it ‘my little fetish’. And she’d be the first to tell you how many kicks or hits or slaps I can take the groin. I think my record is sixty-three.”

“Jeezus!” exclaimed Jill. “Aren’t you afraid of becoming sterile?”

“Not really. I had a bout with cancer as a teen, and they froze a bunch of my semen, so I’ve got backup. Speaking of back up . . .” Jack rose to his feet. Jill could see his hanging sack silhouetted against the open window and still erect penis bobbing in the air.

“Shall we continue?” he said as he slid on top of her and into her as they continued their lovemaking. Later as they basked in the musky sweet glow of coitus, Jack whispered into Jill’s delicate ear, “Did you like it?”

“Of course,” came the reply as she nuzzled his neck.

“What part was best?”

“Nailing you in the nuts,” she giggled.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it made me wet when I realized what I’d done. Concerned of course, but a little aroused.”

Jack held her tight. “That happens to most of the people who rack me. When I was young my brothers would knee them before going off to masturbate. They said it was better than any porn mag. I once had an angry teacher kick me in the nuts for playing a prank in class, and it got her so hot and bothered that she gave me detention every day for month so she could kick my balls in private, after school hours. I would just come in, face the chalkboard, drop my pants, pull down my tighty whiteys and spread ‘em wide. She’d walk up behind me in her high heeled shoes and then WHAM WHAM WHAM, full on punts to my swaying nads. After a week of it, my balls had doubled in size due to swelling.”

“Oh my god! That’s abuse Jack.”

“Naw, I got off on it too. I’d come home with the biggest woody and spray my jizz all over the bathroom. With all the abuse they’ve seen over the years, they’ve toughened up quite a bit. I’ve got ‘nuts of steel’.”

“Oh really?” Jill repositioned her head so she could look into his eyes. “Well, then, how about you start spreading those gymnast legs for me all the time. Maybe I can bust one or two of them, you know how competitive I am and I do so love a good challenge.”

Jack kissed her. “I might just be up for that.” Jill reached between his legs and took both his bulbous glands in one hand and began grating them together. Harder and harder until she made him moan. This would be fun.

The next morning, Jill woke up first and found Jack on his back snoring away. Jill slowly slid away the cover so that Jack was exposed, and then slowly stood up and stepped between his legs. Shifting to one foot, she aimed her right toes and pulled her leg back and then . . .  let go. WHAM A straight kick to his sleepy testicles. Another WHAM. Then another WHAM Jack was by now fully awake, his eyes wide, and his hands trying to block the kicks coming to his most sensitive body parts. But he was also laughing.

“Shit, woman. First thing in the morning? Now that’s what I call an alarm bell.”

Jill kicked away his hands and just ground her instep into the mass that was his male genitalia. “I’d love some breakfast boyfriend. How about some eggs and bacon. For both of us. And while you crack eggs, I’ll crack your eggs.”

Jack grinned. “OK sweetpea.”

Two minutes later they were in the kitchen, naked, with Jill standing behind her boyfriend’s marble bag. Some butter when into the pan, and there were four eggs layed out and a bowl to mix them in.

“Count with me, sweetheart,” said Jack as he readied to crack open the first one. *tap *tap CRACK CRUNCH  “oof” plop. One egg and one bust down. Next one up *tap *tap *tap CRACK WHAM, a warbling note of despair, *plop as the egg slid into the bowl. Then the third egg/testie and finally the fourth. Jack was sweating bullets but hadn’t collapsed. His balls certainly were stronger than your average guys. While he finished preparing breakfast, she cuddled him from behind, sneaking her hands to squeeze his boner or flick his balls. They sat down at the table, across from each other and while they eat, Jill put her feet on the opposite chair and massaged her arches against the bubbles that were Jack’s balls, rolling them this way and that. Pressing on them, squeezing them between her toes. And they both loved it!

At work that day, Jill secretly told her BFF Ann all about Jack’s love of ball busting.

“Wow. Milk it for all it’s worth. I was just reading in Miss magazine that you’re more likely to keep a guy if you humor his kinky sexual fantasies. Guys dig trashcan girls – clean on the outside, dirty on the inside. So tell me all about it.”

On the way home that night, Jill thought of all the scenarios where she could sneak in the good nut shots and ways of torturing his nads. She stopped by the hardware store to pick up a few things and then headed on home.

She opened the door and found Jack already home from work, in his sweatpants, and sleeping soundly while the TV played Game of Thrones. She quietly closed the door behind her and crept over to the couch. Underneath the fabric of the sweatpants, she could see the outline of his two huge walnuts. Perfect! In one swift move, she pulled down his pants aimed her knee and did a death drop onto his right testicle. But she didn’t pull back, instead she ground her knee into the organ, catching it between her knee cap and his pubic bone. Jack woke up with a cry. Jill didn’t relent. She kept grinding and grinding the nugget until Jack was literally whimpering in submission. “I give, I give” he was mumbling weakly. Jill happily let Jack slide off the couch and onto the floor.

“Oh, it couldn’t have hurt too much. Your dick’s gone all hard again.” Jack opened his cupped hands protecting his groin and had to look to see that was true. And it was, indeed. His pecker had risen a full seven inches seemed happy to join the ball busting party. Nature truly worked miracles sometimes.

“I went and bought some hardware to warm your balls up to pain and torture.”

Jack just got up and said, “OK, let’s go.”

“During my coffee break I googled ball busting and testicle torture story sites, and found one writer’s stories. He had a really good idea to tie your beau up to something, and the wrap cord around his whole package and make a cradle of cloth that swings between the victim’s legs. Then you drop things into the cradle and stretch the man’s cock and balls further and further until the cords break and can no long retract into the safety of the abdomen. So we’re going to start that one right now. Come into the bedroom and stand spread eagle in front of the four poster bed.” Jack undressed the rest of the way while Jill got out the cords and then she tied off all four points of his body so that he was forced to stand, stock still, and completely helpless to his girlfriend’s wicked ways. “This should be fun,” she said.

“Oh look, your balls have tightened up. I need them loose,” noted Jill

“Hmmm. Knee me in the balls a few times, that should loosen them up,” said Jack

“Good idea,” she replied. Grabbing his hips, she brought herself close, then she looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. CRACK. Up came her hard knee into his vulnerable eggs. His eyes closed from the pain. She smiled again. CRACK CRACK CRACK. She could actually feel his testicle enlarge from the trauma she was inflicting. What strange and curious little organs they were. So she felt them. Yup, much looser.

“OK. I think that’s good.” She took her rope and tied it around the root of his cock and balls, and then wrapped each ball individually. She let the ends of the rope hang down. She tied on the cradle of cloth to both ends, and then pulled out three stainless steel ingots.

“I bought these because I wanted some serious weight to test the limits of your nuts.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Jack thoughtfully.

Jill dropped one ingot in. His package sagged. CLINK. She dropped a second in. His package sagged even more. His balls started to turn an angry red. She could see the veins in his sack stand out and his nuts seemed to squirm slightly, as if trying to escape the weight they carried. Finally she dropped the third ingot onto the pile. Now his strangled nuts started to turn purple.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“Mmmmm. It’s uncomfortable, but not actually painful. Why don’t you try . . . why don’t you try flicking them.”

“Good idea.” She squatted down in front of his crotch and began to flick first one ball, then the other. Jack started to squirm in his restraints. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” He said with each flick of her finger. Back and forth she went. She started to tap out the rhythm to her favorite current song, “Roar”, by Katy Perry. Flick flick flick flick flick flick FLICK flick flick FLICK flick flick FLICK FLICK flick flick FLICK flick. Jack made a weird mewling noise, like a tortured kitten. Eventually Jill stopped.

“I have an idea,” she said and ran into the kitchen. She returned with a lighter and some cigarettes. They were Jack’s. Jill lit one of the cigarettes. “I always thought men were overly proud of their pricks. Don’t know why, so few of them are big enough to actually give pleasure.” She took the cigarette and touched its smoldering tip to the head of his cock. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” was Jack’s response. She lifted it. Good. There was a red mark where the tip had cooked a little circle of flesh. Next she held the lighter under just one testicle, at first far from it, then gradually decreased the distance until his delicate scrotal flesh began to redden and blister a bit. “AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhh. SHIT that hurts.”

“You’re right. I’m being cheesy. It’s not really nut pain. Just a little revenge on behalf of women everywhere.” Jill got up. “Well, I’ve got some yard work to do. See you later.” She kneed his bound, hanging testicles a few times causing the ingots to sway violently in their hammock. “I’ll be back in a while, and we’ll move on to the next item.”

Jack coughed. “OK.”

An hour and a half later Jill returned. Jack’s hanging balls were deep purple and stretched almost halfway to his knees.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked him.

“Yes, most interesting. Never had my balls ripped out by the roots before. It’s a novel experience.”

“Does it hurt yet?”

“It’s made a nice ache in my lower abdomen.”

“Good. Let’s try the next thing.” She went to bag of tricks and pulled out a rubber mallet and a piece of wooden plank. She untied his balls and untied his legs. “Sit!” she ordered. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she tied his knees to the posts. Then she place the short piece of plank under his nut sack and began to whack his balls with the rubber mallet. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. The mallet bounced off his bubbles. An excellent physics experiment to observe the nature of actions and reactions, momentum, and the elasticity of the vulnerable organs known as testicles. Jack was turning red in the face from holding his breath. WHACK WHACK WHACK. The sound of her methodical hitting filled the room. True to form, though, his eggs didn’t crack, although they did seem to be swelling nicely. At this point they were the size of grade AAA eggs.

The one thing of importance that happened, though, was that despite the pain in his dick head, his dick became hard from the attention Jill was giving his nuts. Large and proud it rose out from his bush, pulsing happily. A white pearl of precum appeared in its slit, and the more she pounded his puds, the more the organs leaked their sticky-sweet contents. So she really laid into them, and in a few minutes his cock began to leak a huge waterfall of precum dribbles down its length. ‘Men’s equipment sure is dynamic,’ thought Jill. ‘Responsive too.’ But of course this was also for her pleasure, and she noticed her panties were becoming soaked with her own juices. ‘Mmmm. This is so much fun.’

Finally her WHACK WHACK WHACK pounding stopped, and she took the opportunity to roll his balls around like the toys they were. They were hot to the touch, swollen and pulsing slightly. And so . . . alive. Because then they WERE life really, in its proto form. Life in potentia. And they were still lying on the hard wood board. So she took a few potshots at them, slamming her fist down on his baby makers. Out poured more pre-jizz, and lots of moaning from Jack.

Jill got up off the floor. “Well, let’s see what else I’ve got in my bag of goodies,” she said.

His chest heaving, Jack panted slightly. “You’re sure good at this. You’re sure you’ve never done this before?” He was thankful for the brief respite, but looking forward to the next toy.

Jill walked over and took something out of the bag. Jack looked over. OH SHIT. It was a fucking NAIL GUN. Holy crap. She was seriously going to take his claim of having “nuts of steel” literally.

She noticed him looking. “No, don’t worry. I’m saving this for a special occasion. But let’s what it can do.” She pointed it at the wall and pulled the trigger. With a CaCHUNKG sound it shot out a nail which imbedded itself in the opposite wall THUNK! “I bet that would make quite an impression on your balls,” she said, stifling a giggle at the look of horror on his face.

“No, my last toy in here are these.” She pulled out two C clamps. One for each nut. She was gonna press the hell out of his two balls. She walked over to him, removed and tossed aside the wooden plank and kneeled between his legs. His droopy ballsack hung heavy before her and she began her work. Instead of doing the obvious, of pressing his testicle from side to side, instead she decided to press them from top to bottom. She balanced one testicle on the bottom of the clamp, and then twisted the device until the screw part touched the top of the ball. Then, with increasing difficulty, she twirled the handle, making it nice and snug and Jack had begun to sweat.

“Does it hurt?”

“Fuck yeah. Never had my nuts pressed before. It’s amazing.”

“Good. Time to do the other one.” She slipped his remaining ball in the remaining C clamp and twirled the handle. Down the press part went until that nut was snug too.

“Now,” she said, “I’ll flip a coin. If it’s heads I turn the left one, if it’s tails I turn the right one.” She reached into her pocket to get a quarter, and then flipped it. Heads! She gave the clamp on his left ball one full turn. It was difficult but not impossible to do. Then she flipped it again. Heads again. Another full turn. She flipped the coin. Tails! She screwed the clamp on his right ball.

This went on until she literally couldn’t screw the handle even a fraction of an inch more. His balls were bulging in the middle, and Jack was sweating bullets. His whole body was covered with a thin film, and his face and chest (and balls) were beet red both from the pain and the psychologically sexual stimulation they were producing. Jack had never had a girl friend take him up seriously on the offer to bust his balls, and Jill was doing a fantastic job. Jack’s dick bobbed happily, as if it were disassociated from all the pain, still hard and still oozing pre-jack.

“How’s it feel?”

“nnnnnggggggg. Oh my god. My balls, my balls.” He just kept repeating “My balls, my balls.”

“That bad, huh? Maybe I can make it worse.” She stayed kneeled in front of him, and began flicking his balls again. Because of their new shape, they made an odd “THUNK" sound. She kept this up until Jack started to yell, “ENOUGH, ENOUGH. I give, I give. Please.”

“Oh, all right. But I’m getting so wet from this though. I need some relief.” She dropped her pants, got up on the ledge of the bed, on leg on either side of Jack, and pressed her pussy to his face, forcing him to lick it while he writhed and moaned. But lick he did, anything to distract from the nut pain. Soon Jill was screaming in ecstasy and with both hands pressed his head into her crotch. He was drowning in cunt juice and could barely breathe. It was the hottest thing Jill had ever been party to. She could feel his tongue lapping at her labia and sending tingles through her body, and she loved how difficult it was for him to pay attention to her when his balls were being squashed. After about six minutes her whole body convulsed in an orgasm, and she rode it out on his face, smothering him. But Jill wasn’t overtly cruel and wanted him to have a good time too. So after her orgasm finished, she hopped down and untwisted the clamps from his balls, making Jack sigh in relief. She sat next to him and started giving him a blow job while also punching his nuts. SMACK SMACK SMACK It was almost seconds into it when Jacks’ beleaguered nuts tightened and he came into her mouth, screaming from the combination of pain and pleasure. He almost passed out from it. The orgasm he had was mind bending, and Jill dutifully swallowed his load of sperm. Jack kept repeating, “Oh, god, Oh, god.”

But in the end, he was spent and she stopped sucking him off. She untied him from the bed, and let him curl up into a ball, which he stayed in for a good half hour, just holding himself and his dick now deflated, while she did some stretching and breathing exercises. Eventually he uncurled and said, “Damn that was good.”

She walked over to him, and whispered into his ear, “Let’s go take a shower together, sweetheart, and let’s see if I can get another rise out of you. I’m still horny.”

“OK,” he groaned. He got up and followed her. This should be interesting.

 

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