Sunday, October 18, 2015

(ff/m) Bubbles 2 - The Cousin Gets Popped - NEW

So Knave requested I do a follow up to Bubbles, one of his favorite stories, for winning my sequel contest so here it is, Bubbles 2. Hope you all enjoy it!
Bubbles 2 - The Cousin Gets Popped
The truck pulled up. Inside was John, Peggy and Anthony. Alice and Alison greeted them at the door when they came in. Seventeen year old Anthony was their cousin, and they had just brought him back from the funeral, where Anthony’s parents had been buried. It was a sad time, to be sure, but also a hopeful one. Several years ago Anthony’s parents had sent him off to military school to cure him of his bad habits and his propensity to masturbate, and now he was going to have a more normal life (plus a substantial trust fund). John and Peggy seemed to really care about him, unlike his now gone parents, who at times barely talked to him, and never gave him affection. They had been too wrapped up in their careers and their religious lives to pay him any love or attention.
Several weeks went by and Anthony settled into his new routine. Highshool and sports during the days and playing games with the twins at night or watching movies and TV on Netflix. Peggy was a terrific cook, unlike Anthony’s late mother, and he really loved the things she fixed. After all, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but in Anthony’s case it was also through his balls and it happened this way: about four months into his residence, Anthony was putting the twins to bed, and they began to tell him the story of how they popped their father’s balls one cold but cozy Christmas day.
“Didn’t it hurt him?” asked Anthony.
“Not at all,” said Alice. “He seemed to enjoy it. He squished them around after they’d burst and seemed to like it.” Neither girl seemed to remember or care to share the reality that his testicles had already been burdizzo'd and that John couldn't feel them anymore.
“Wow. That’s amazing,” said Anthony. “I wonder what it felt like when they popped?” Like most men Anthony was intrigued by the idea of being neutered in such a violent way. What would it feel like? Was it a sexually fulfilling experience? The one thing military school had taught him was that repressing sexuality didn’t really work, but removing the source of one’s temptation was the real way to go. His parents had been diehard religious types, and had impressed upon the Anthony the evilness that sexuality was. Now here was an interesting opportunity to be freed of it forever.
“Say,” commented Anthony,” You two girls wouldn’t be interested in popping my nuts would you? I mean you could practice kicking and hitting them or whatever, and then you could pop them. It would be fun!” he said enthusiastically.
“Really?” said Alison. “We’d like that a lot. We love bursting bubbles, especially man-bubbles. Here, let us see them.” Anthony was sitting on Alison’s twin bed, so she was closest to them. She snaked her hand around and pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He let her. She snaked her hand inside and found his underwear. He let her. She found the flap and wriggled her hand until she found was she was looking for, his big, fat and exceptionally round balls. With all her strength she yanked her hand and pulled them into view. Alice clapped and then hopped out of bed. The two gonads were pink, supple and lots of fun to play with. Alice and Alison each plucked one up and toyed with it. The sack was hairless and chamois smooth while the testicles themselves were like wonderful rolly-pollys. You could pull on them, squeeze them, dig your thumbs into them, and even smack them, which both of the twins did. Anthony was pretty tough, so all he did was twitch a bit, but he enjoyed all the attention his balls were getting, and didn’t try and stop them. But after about ten minutes of ball play, Anthony stuffed his nuts back into his pants and promised the two girls lots of future play time with his balls, but that it was time to go to bed.
Several days later, Anthony was babysitting the twins while John and Peggy were at a friend’s house, and Alice commented that she wanted to play with Anthony’s nuts. Now Anthony had a ripped body, smooth, muscular and very toned. He had brown military style hair, close cropped, and beautiful green eyes. The twins also had brilliant green eyes, a trait they inherited from the same side of the family, their father, but had flaming curly red hair. They were also cute and delicate little things – dainty and feminine in the extreme, where Anthony was definitely masculine but gentle also. Anthony stripped off his shirt revealing his smooth muscular chest and then unzipped his jeans and pulled his testicles through his fly.
The two girls sat on the couch and wiggled their feet. “Take our shoes off for us so we can kick you in our socks!” exclaimed Alison.
“OK,” said Anthony. On his knees he scootched over to the couch and took off their shoes. Alison was wearing a mint green dress with white polka dots and Alice was wearing a pink dress with frills. Naturally they had matching socks. Alison’s mint green socks were extra fuzzy and Alice’s pink socks were slightly less fuzzy but no less cute. The girls continued to wiggle their feet, so Anthony each gave their feet a gentle rub which they loved.
Then Anthony positioned himself in the middle of the room, He spread his knees and put his hands on top of his head. “OK girls, come kick the sin out of my eggs.” For Anthony, raised in a relentlessly repressive born-again Christian household, getting ballbusted was near to a religious experience and he envisaged getting a lot of it before culminating in the complete destruction of his balls. It made him shiver with illicit pleasure. He would beat sin and temptation even if it meant becoming an eunuch, which it would.
For Alice and Alison this was something new and fun. Man bubbles looked so delicate and yet they also seemed so elusive. They rolled out of the way as often as not and seemed to have some connection to a man's stomach because with each kick to Anthony's nuts his muscular stomach rippled and flowed, presumably with pain.
"Is this hurting you?" asked Alison.
"OOF. Yeah, a little bit, but I'm a man. I can take it. Keep going. OOF."
Alice stopped taking her turn to kick his blushing sperm makers and whispered something into Alison's ear. Alison giggled and nodded. She then took a position behind Anthony and she and Alice then took timed turns punting his puds, one of them in front and one of them behind. THWACK THWACK THWACK. The two little girls shrieked with delight as their dainty fuzzy-socked feet found their way back to his hanging heuvos over and over. Anthony had his eyes closed, but his whole world was centered on his balls, OMG it ached to have them brutalized like this. But, he wasn't worried, neither girl was strong enough to rupture them prematurely and yes, it hurt, but there was also a tingle of pleasure from the endorphins as well as psychological satisfaction that the sin inside his nuts was being beaten out of him.
After a while the two girls tired of kicking and wanted to do something new. Alison found a big plastic bat for playing ball with, and told Anthony to "hold still", then she began to hit his testicles with bat. The two red orbs were starting to swell, and they looked like two hen's eggs popping out of his pant's fly. CRACK CRACK CRACK. It sounded like Alison was breaking his eggs with each hit, and she wondered how long they could play with his balls before they really did crack.
Alice watched with pleasure until she had an idea of her own. She ran into the garage and got her father's rubber mallet. It was heavy in her hand and hard to get off the wall, but she managed to extract it and ran back to the fun. "Alison, let me try this!" she exclaimed.
"OK," said Alison, who backed off.
Anthony opened his eyes to see what new torment would be visited on him that evening, and those eyes nearly popped. A mallet! This would definitely hurt. But Alice, being kind, started out slowly and gently, so as to ramp up the intensity of the sensation. First rubbing them, then gentle taps to his balls, then stronger hits, and then stronger and stronger until she was using all her child's strength to bring the black mallet smashing down onto his testicles. Finally Anthony reached his limit to nut pain and doubled over, not quite throwing up, but definitely wretching quietly. If this hurt, how much worse would popping his balls be?
The two little girls stroked his head gently and cooed to him as he lay on the floor just sort of holding himself and occasionally moaning, sotto voce. He lay there for quite some time, and then got up, pushed his balls back to safety and suggested he make milk shakes for them all to enjoy. The two little girls clapped excitedly at the prospect.
For the next month whenever John and Peggy were away the Holsten twins found opportunities to get Anthony to pull out his testicles for them to abuse and play with. And what Anthony noticed was that his balls did indeed seem to get a little tougher each time. He could take one more round of kicking, one more spate of hitting before calling it quits. Like in most things biological, conditioning could work miracles, and after a month of it, he decided he wouldn't wear a cup during sports, because he figured his nuts could handle a lot. And, indeed, there were three nut-shots he took which he was able to shrug off, one in a football game, and twice during water polo. In the back of his mind, Anthony just smiled to himself, because it wouldn't be long before he would be completely immune to such attacks. He'd be able to do any sports and not fear for his balls. It would be a decided advantage in his kick-boxing classes.
Along with the percussion to his nuts, Anthony prepped the two girls for the actual popping. Anthony found seed pods from a certain tree near the house that were about the size of testicles and when stepped on make a lovely "crunch" sound. He brought them home by the dozens and the girls loved stepping on them. He also found for them cherries, acorns, leechee fruits and other small crushable things for them to practice on. They popped them all out on the back yard deck so that the mess made was easily cleanable. Bubbles were fun, but bubbles were messy also.
On one particular day, when again John and Peggy were out of town, the three kids played out in the back with water balloons and it wasn't long before each of them was soaking wet. Alison suggested they all strip to dry off and both girls had mentioned they wanted to see more of Anthony's muscular body. With some slight reservation, Anthony stripped for them, getting down to his boxers. He was going to stop there but Alice and Alison each ran up and grabbing a side pulled those down too. In an instant Anthony was as naked as the day he was born, outside, in the sun. Thankfully the house next door was only one story tall and the fence gave perfect privacy. The twins ran their hands over his smooth muscular body and then Alison cupped his nuts while Alice stroked his dick. In response the thing began to stiffen and each girl marveled at male anatomy. It was an interesting toy men kept hidden in their pants.
"Anthony, what is this thing all about?" asked Alison as each girl stroked and squeezed his woody.
"Well, it's for making little kids like you. See, these" he said, squeezing out his swollen agates, "Things make a stuff called 'sperm' and when a guy gets excited that sperm travels into his body and then out this thing. This is my penis and it's like a syringe. It injects my sperm into a lady."
"Can we kick it too?" asked Alice.
"Yah!" exclaimed Alison. "We could crush it just like your balls!"
Well, there wasn't much point in having a cock if he didn't have any balls. "I suppose so. If you want to. Just don't tell your parents about this, OK?"
"We promise," said the girls in unison.
From that point on, Anthony got completely naked for their ball bashing, and he stroked his cock to rigidity before the busting commenced so that they could injure that too. They beat his cock and balls black and blue with sticks, kitchen utensils, bats, rackets, ping-pong paddles and anything else that was close at hand for them to do damage to his eggs and sausage. It was so much fun.
What became tradition between them was that the twin's parents would leave, then the girls would find Anthony, who was usually either doing homework or watching the TV, and they'd make him put on a fresh pair of their fuzzy socks. The girls had a whole collection of fuzzy socks which their mother bought at a little boutique in town run by a couple, some of which were cashmere others angora, and some even made from vicu├▒a and they came in all sorts of colors and styles. Anthony reverently put the fuzzy socks on his two little cousins, and then he would strip for them, shrugging off his shoes, peeling out of his shirt, sliding down his pants and slipping off his underwear, leaving him in only his white ankle length socks which he left on to keep his body warm and his balls loose.
Anthony would kneel so that his groin was at their level and then put his hands on top of his head and close his eyes. Then the magic would happen. The girls would do running kicks to his junk, smack his rigid pecker, punch his vulnerable balls, and do so over and over and over again. And they worked their way up to an hour. A full hour of cock and ball busting before Anthony couldn't take any more. Sometimes they'd do it in the living room. Anthony would place his naughty bits on the coffee table and they'd take turns standing on his rock hard cock and his two man-bubbles. Other times he'd sit in a hard wooden chair and they'd smash his breeding junk into its hard surface with various paraphernalia.
But it became an even more illicit game when the twin's parents were around. If they were all watching a movie together, the girls would make sure it was dark, sit on either side of Anthony and then reach their hands down his pants to pinch and squeeze his eggs, with no one the wiser. On car trips the girls would take pot shots at his groin and Anthony would have to pretend that nothing untoward was happening, and some of those hits were pretty painful. They'd play sports together, and the little girls would throw their balls at his balls and sometimes they'd actually hit him! Anthony would simply fall to the ground and groan.
And Anthony never said a word against it all. He felt he was suffering for God and believed he would be rewarded handsomely when his emasculation occurred.
One fun thing they discovered one day was how Anthony's nuts could be tortured with plain water. Anthony had just gotten out of the shower when the twins came home from school. He was naked and had left the door open. The girls found him toweling off and naturally went to play with his balls while he did so.
"Why are your man-bubbles so loose today?" asked Alison.
"Yeah," said Alice, "Sometimes they're all shriveled."
"Oh, well my scrotum, that is the bag my balls are in, responds to temperature. Hot water makes they loose, cold water makes them shrivel and ache."
"Ache? You mean cold water hurts them?" asked Alice.
"Well, it doesn't damage them, but it sure makes you wish you didn't have them."
"I have an idea," exclaimed Alison. "Let's dunk them in hot and cold water and see what that does."
Alice clapped with glee and ran to get some bowls. The three of them, and Anthony with only a towel around his waist, got ice cubes from the freezer to make ice water and put another bowl of water in the microwave to make it steaming hot. When Anthony judged that the cold water was bitingly cold and that the hot water was not so hot that it scalded him, they poured the some of each into mugs and each of the girls got one mug. Then they went into the living room, and the two girls ripped off Anthony's towel to reveal their play toys. He sat on the edge of the couch so that his balls hung off of it, and then the girls took turns dunking his balls in first ice water and then hot water, hot, cold, hot, cold, over and over and over again. Anthony began to moan. There was deep ache building in his groin that reminded him of having blue balls and the girls watched in enjoyment as his scrotum seized up with the cold water and then relaxed and hung low with the hot. The dunking stopped when each mug of water became tepid rather than hot or cold, and they progressed onto their usual hitting, kicking, squeezing and punching of hit nuts and culminated in a orgy of creativity when the girls broke out their crayons and finger paints and began to decorate Anthony's body as he lay there, just silently clutching his bruised manhood. As well as being exquisitely feminine the twins were also highly creative, and they turned his naked body into a landscape of stars, flowers, birds, butterflies and kitty-cats. They turned his throbbing penis into a tree and his two balls into soccer balls, made for kicking. All of which meant that Anthony had to take another shower when they were done.
After several months of using and abusing their handsome cousin, Anthony thought it time for them to relieve him of his temptation for good. It just so happened that John was leaving for the weekend to go to a conference and Peggy would be visiting her sick mother. Once again, Anthony was to play the role of babysitter, and he felt that this weekend would be the perfect moment. When he told the girls they got so excited that they squealed and ran around in circles for many long minutes.  But Anthony reminded them they had to be hush-hush about the whole thing, and admonished them not to mention it in front of their parents. For the whole week before the girls were bursting with excitement, and Peggy found it quite odd how her two girls kept whispering to each other all the time and giggling.
As for Anthony, well, he was torn between jacking off as much as he could to savor it's pleasures one last time or denying himself as much as possible to show his dedication to chastity. In the end he chose denial. He even refrained from looking down at his own wedding tackle so as not to be reminded of sex. And that wasn't too hard to do, because his junk was an unsightly black and blue all the time from being stepped on and hit and kicked at point blank range.
The weekend arrived and the parents left. It was Saturday morning, and after making the twins breakfast, Anthony suggested to the twins that they all spend the day in the pool. It was a hot June day and spending it in the pool seemed a sensible plan. The little girls put on their bathing suits and Anthony put on his trunks. But when they got out there, the girls told their older cousin they wanted him naked all weekend so they could play with his wedding tackle. So Anthony slipped off his bathing suit and jumped in the water, bare naked. The girls used the steps and each got on a blowup raft and paddled to the middle.
The first torture they inflicted on their cousin was giving him some lengths of rope and told him to tie each to one of his testicles and the other end to their rafts, and then he had to pull the girls from one end of the pool to the other and back again, which he did. Or at least he tried his best to do. He tied up his nuts and then attempted to swim with the rope yanking on them. He swam breast stroke and with each stroke the ropes yanked on his balls. It hurt like hell, but . . . in a good way. He kind of liked the idea of having as much pain forced on his manhood as possible as it would be his way of remembering what it was like to have them.
Upon reaching the one end of the pool, he dove under water and switched directions, this time pulling them backstroke, that way they could see his nuts being pulled. The girls squealed with delight as they saw his big purple plums being pulled out by their roots. And they really did look like plums. Anthony's balls were remarkably round unlike other guy's nuts that were more oblong, and they were huge from the months of abuse they'd received. Not to mention purple from being tied up. Back and forth the three of them went until Anthony was too tired to pull any more. He untied himself and took a short break in the shallow end before the girls got bored and wanted more ball play. They were both excellent swimmers and so they made up a game where Anthony had to get into the black inner tube that was floating around, but make his cock and balls dangle through the hole. Then the girls would swim up from underneath and mangle and mutilate them. They pretended to be fish and octopi and pinched and squeezed and pecked at his pecker and two eggs. The random abuse made Anthony gasp and even yell since the little girls were unpredictable with what they did to him.
Eventually they pulled on his ball bag so hard he slipped through the center hole and Anthony swam free. The next thing they did was Anthony's idea. He straddled the diving board so that his cock and balls lay flush with it, and then the girls, in the pool, tossed baseballs, footballs, and soccer balls at him, hoping to smash his junk. As one would expect the girls had very poor aim, but they did occasionally connect with their targets and Anthony would let out an "OOF" when they did. After about an hour of that Anthony went inside to make them lunch. They ate out on the porch before the girls wanted to go in and watch some TV, so Anthony had the afternoon to himself, and he reflected on the amazing things that dangled between his legs which could bring such joy to the hearts of others.
That night they had pizza for dinner and afterwards Anthony first put fuzzy pink socks on the twins, and then got on all fours and let the girls kick his dangling heuvos. Alice liked to do running kicks to them, from behind, while Alice liked to kick from the side so she could also kick his cock. In either case his danglers bounced with dozens and dozens of brutal impacts and after about 45 minutes of this Anthony was reduced to curling up in the fetal position, moaning, and holding his gonads tenderly. They were so swollen, and hurt so much, not to mention the deep ache in his lower abdomen. But the girls weren't tired yet, and they wanted him in a new position. So Anthony rolled on his back, brought his knees to his head, locked his arms around his legs and gave the girls first-rate access to his junk, which hung over his ass-crack. Alice kneeled in front of them and began to punch his balls with her little fist. CRACK CRACK CRACK went her naked knuckle flesh against his nuts while Alison watched. Then they switched. Not to be outdone Alison used both her fists and smashed his eggs as hard as she could, WHAM. Then down on his rigid cock, SMACK. Then back to his eggs, eggs that kept trying to roll out of the way of her blows but failing miserably.
On her next turn Alice decided to punt his cahones and the two little organs tried valorously to get out of the way but again failed. The two testicles were huge by now, perfect for tomorrow's popping.
At 9 it was time for the girls to go to sleep, and that was after they'd hurt Anthony so badly between the legs that he actually did hobble off to the downstairs bathroom and vomited into the toilet. But the girls were thrilled, and satisfied, with their work and went to bed willingly. After Anthony had turned out the lights and left the girls whispered to each other and hatched a small plan.
The next morning they woke up early, knowing that Anthony like to both sleep in, and sleep au natural. They snuck into his room and found him under the covers, on his back, snoring softly. The two girls gently and quietly pulled back his comforter and top sheet, leaving him naked on the bed. Then Alison carefully climbed up on the bed, stood between his legs and kicked his sleepy balls as hard as she could, three times in succession. Anthony curled up and groaned for a while and the two girls made for the kitchen so their cousin could make them breakfast. Which he did after a while, cupping his nuts as he did so.
After they all had partaked of breakfast, the two little girls decided they wanted to start the morning off by tying Anthony to one of the chairs and smashing his fruit with a metal spatula. They tied him up with is legs spread and tied to the legs, and in anticipation his cock became rock hard. So as to keep it out of the way, Alice used some duct tape to tape its pulsing length to his stomach so that his balls could be whacked with the spatula as they lay on the hard surface of the chair. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. The two girls hit his nuts as hard as they could. They showed their cousin no mercy as they all knew the balls would be destroyed soon anyway. Then Alison had the bright idea to use the meat tenderizer on them, which although it hurt dreadfully, Anthony approved of since it would make his balls soft enough to crush. After a while of that Alice pulled off the tape on his cock, flattened it against the wood and between his two balls and kept it there while Alison whacked it with the tenderizer. CRACK CRACK CRACK. His cock was in bad shape after 30 minutes of that, but it stayed hard no matter what.
His dick half bruised and his balls swollen to the size of peaches, they let Anthony up from the chair and dragged him into the living room. First Anthony put new socks on the girls, Alice got peach colored ones, and Alison lavender, and then they had him kneel and put his hands on his head, which he did, and they stood in front of him and kicked his soft swollen bollocks. While they did so they watched Anthony's six pack abs ripple. It was hypnotic, and they started a contest to see who could make them ripple the most. WHAM ripple, WHAM ripple. It was so fun!
When Anthony finally slumped to the ground to protect his nads, the girls decided that there would be a break and then they'd actually pop his nuts. Anthony groaned agreement and the girls turned on the television and watched it for a couple of hours. Anthony went upstairs, went to the bathroom, and then took a shower, hoping for the hot water to make his nuts extra droopy. It was his last chance to jack off before the big moment, but with a supreme effort of will, Anthony resisted, and went back down stairs, wearing a pair of white ankle length socks and nothing more.
"OK. I'm ready," said Anthony. "You two ready to burst my bubbles?"
Both girls giggled and clapped with excitement.
"How are we going to pop them?" asked Alison.
"Well, I was thinking of kneeling in front of the coffee table and then you could both stand on them. You're probably both heavy enough to do that. I think. I hope."
The two girls looked at each other. "Well," said Alice, "There's only one way to find out."
"First, tie my hands behind my back so I can't stop the process out of instinct." The twins did so.
"OK, now I'll kneel. Lift my cock and balls onto the table. Good. OK. Climb up and do your stuff," he said.
"We want to destroy your man-syringe first," said Alison.
"OK. Go get the rubber mallet from the garage," said Anthony calmly. He was now past the fear of losing his manhood, and was as excited as the girls to witness their destruction.
Alison ran to get it, and brought it back. Then the girls took turns smashing his bruised and damaged cock until it actually broke with a large CRACK. The thing swelled with blood and edema and looked strangely misshapen and yet it still remained half hard. They again taped the remains of his mighty, 8 inch weapon to his stomach and got onto the table. Alison chose his left ball and Alice his right. They climbed onto their chosen nut and began to put pressure on it. But balls, even swollen ones, are slippery customers, and both girls had to place their hands on Anthony's head to steady themselves. Alice patted his head.
"Are you happy we're going to pop your boy-bubbles cousin?" she asked as her feet wobbled on the testicle.
"Mmmphhmmff," mumbled Anthony. His whole world was subsumed by the pain in his nuts.
"Yeah, tell us how much you want us to burst your berries!" giggled Alison.
They both began to hop up and down on their trapped nuts and the testicles became flatter and flatter as their weight was forcing them to warp from the pressure.
"TELL US!" said Alice in a loud and commanding voice.
As any man instinctively obeys the commands of his woman, Anthony, with his eyes close and part of him praying for all this to come to a speedy consclusion, burst out, "CRUSH MY NUTS, PLEASE! MAKE ME A CHASTE EUNUCH, TAKE AWAY MY BALLS" screamed Anthony, giving away his deep plan to escape the evils of sexuality.
His huge balls were now almost flat in the center and with a final vicious stomp the two little red-heads, in their fuzzy socks and their innocence, burst Anthony's two bubbles with audible 'POPS'. The two nads exploded and then the things went slack beneath the twin's feet. A wave of horrible dizziness swept over Anthony and he almost fainted but instead just fell side ways and just lay there, twitching in inhuman agony. The girls got off the table and went over and spread his legs, of which he was helpless to stop them, and they began to kick what was left of his balls, They punted his mush over and over and Anthony screamed over and over again until finally he couldn't take anymore ball-agony. And just before he did pass out, the two girls told him they'd put on his boxers so mom and dad wouldn't see him naked and then blackness took him. But as he fainted away, he did so with a smile upon his face for Anthony had beaten Satan, and now begun his peaceful life as a eunuch, far removed from temptation and all that much closer to God. Amen!


  1. Oh wow Nicholas, Twin started their ball popping adventurous lives, it was very hot ;-) I really like Anthony gave to the twin his big balls and enjoyed as twin enjoyed destroyed his big balls. I read this story last night in Sicily Taormina, after Istanbul for a week. When I back home I'll send ball busting in Istanbul and Italy ;-)

    1. Good heavens, Crusher. Are you doing a BB world tour? "Testicles crushed in every city"?

  2. BRILLIANT! Thank you so much! I love this continuing chapter :D

  3. My english too bad to describe how much joy this story brought to me! Hope for the continued


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