Saturday, December 30, 2017
Do you lot think that Jill will ever have a boyfriend, and if so, will she bust or ruin him like all the other men in her life? Presumably she'd have a boyfriend for the purposes of sex, but if she emasculates him, then that nullifies his purpose. And even busting him could take him out of commission for a good while. Is it not more likely that her boyfriend will be immune to her BB charm and just be a good friend and sex partner?
What do you think?
Let me know in the comments below.
What do you think?
Let me know in the comments below.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Here's the conclusion to Jill's cabin trip to Tahoe. Hope it pleases.
Cheers and Happy New Years,
Cheers and Happy New Years,
Jill and the Football Team - Part 3
Jill woke up with the cold clear light of morning. Pushing aside her down comforter she ran to the window and looked out. All around the cabin was a thick layer of powdery snow. It was the perfect winter morning, picturesque like some postcard. She ran around the room waking the boys and the coaches up and urging them to get dressed so they could go outside and play in the snow. Naturally they were only to dress from the waist up and from the knees down. Jill wanted to see hard dicks waiving about in the crisp air.
The boys got dressed, lined up for their pills, and then went outside. It was cold, but the sun was warm, and Jill, in her little coat, pants and muffler starting making and throwing snowballs at her boys' naked crotches. In fact she had the partially naked boys line up side by side, and then chucked snowballs right at their exposed cocks and balls. Not satisfied with that, she had the boys and the two coaches and two towel boys, sink to their knees, and she had a ball busting fiesta running up and between their spread legs and pegging them in the nuts as hard as she could with her hard rubber galoshes. She kicked Tim, the head coach repeatedly, knowing he'd want to feel his balls as much as he could before he lost them today, and Jarret too, the assistant coach. David was there, and she picked up a wad of snow and grasping he ball sack with one hand, coated his balls in the stinging snow. It caused an unending ache in his eggs and made his scrotum seize up. David moaned when she did this. To Patrick, her black stud, she made him bend over with his nuts trapped between his legs, so that they bulged out from behind, and then made him bend over, got a snow covered branch, and began to paste his nuts with it. Two huge black berries, being hit from behind like they were trapped in a humbler. Then, when she got tired of that, she hog tied Peter up with some rope from the shed, and invited everyone to kick Peter's balls as he lay there in the snow, unable to move or protect himself. The boys all had fun with this as Peter had some especially big and juicy testicles, and it was fun for the boys to get in on the action. With Anthony and Aiden, Jill lay in the snow with them and made snow angles, and in the end the whole group got together and made a snow man, complete with cock and balls, which Jill then kicked until she'd destroyed the snow man's ability to reproduce.
With mid-morning aproaching the whole group went inside, and took showers. while the two coached made breakfast for everyone - bacon, eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns with orange juice to drink. Sitting at the breakfast table, Jill ate everything, and then went to the second floor living room area to sit by the fire, and wait for the boys. They trickled in, now naked except for white socks, and someone turned on the porn. They all had erections, and their balls naturally itched, and Jill went from one to the next, squeezing, twisting, and slapping their hanging goobers to help them ease the itch. Beer was handed out, and the boys guzzled it down eagerly. Soon, Jill had then all get on their knees, spread their legs, and she ran from boy to boy, kicking their hanging knackers while they slowly stroked themselves. It was painful, but also relieving as it seemed to lessen the itching in their huevos. Anthony, being not very bright, but very willing to serve his little mistress, suggested she explode one of his nuts right then, by kicking it to mush. He suggested his left testicle. JIll clapped with enthusiasm, and went and found some string so that she could tie up his balls and make the left one stand out, on its own. There he was his fat dick pulsing skyward, and his two nuts distinct in their sack. And she began to pummel just his left one with her snow boots slamming into the nut with all the strength she could muster. This would be a first for her, destroying a nut by repeated bludgeoning. The testicle began to swell, and swell and swell. The pink egg got bigger and bigger in its sack as it filled with fluids. All the other boys were watching with interest and stroking themselves. Jill had tied Anthony's hands behind his back so he couldn't protect himself, but he seemed quite willing to offer up his manhood too her, and remained calm and still throughout the process. No doubt the itch in his nuts made him more amenable to being punished like that. The ball got bigger and bigger and softer and softer and as Anthony moaned out loud, everyone in the room could hear a big wet SPLAT as the testicle ruptured inside its sack. It was now the size of a turkey egg and its innards began to leak in to the sack, but Jill naturally kept kicking it so that more and more of the ball's outer membrane could rupture and the began to spread and liquefy and lose its orchidal shape. After five minutes of this the testicle was nothing more than a sack of mush and Sean had to come up and attend to Anthony, who like all the boys int he room at cum at the moment of his own emasculation. Sticky white ejaculate was all over the floor, and the two towel boys had a job to clean it all up. Anthony was untied, patched up, and carried upstairs to sleep off his pain, while the other boys began to masturbate again, and drink down copious amounts of alcohol.
After a while of this, and after the coaches had served lunch, grilled panini filled with grilled vegetables, lamb, and feta cheese, Jarret, the assistant coach, asked Jill to crush his own two testicles into spermy goo. It would take place down stairs at the breakfast table, and Jarret asked all the boys to come and watch as she squashed the life out of his two bubbles. Jill went downstairs and found Jarret with his crotch pressed up against the table and his two agates lying there on the table. Where Jason had kneeled to place them on a chair, Jarret stood at the table, so Jill had to take off her shoes, climb up on the table, and put her two fuzzy pink socks on Jarret's hard little gonads. His balls were very average size but his scrotum was voluminous, and the testicles lolled there on the table, ready to be popped. Jarret was prepared to jack off and possible cum twice although he didn't know for sure whether they'd pop simultaneously or go individually. JIll placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and put one foot each on his two testicles. It was wobbly, and difficult to keep her balance, but she soon weighed down on them and both Jill and Jarret could feel them flatten. All the remaining boys and also Tim stood round the table, jacking off to yet another grisly scene of emasculation and the only sound to be heard was stroking and Jarret moaning. He was mumbling something like "my balls, my balls" over and over. Pain was building in both his nuts and the pit of his stomach, and sexual excitement was building in his loins. The shaft was lengthening, and the head was ballooning out, becoming a huge purple helmet. Pre-jack was dribbling down its length and all over Jarret's hand and Jill's fuzzy pink socks. In order to make the most of things, Jill began to bounce up and down on his doomed glands, and made the table creak. Up and down she bounced, noting as each time, the testicles refused to rebound a bit more with each hop. Up and down, up and down. Jarret began to cry out, "JILL, JILL, FUCK MY NUTS. SHIT MY BALLS. I CAN FEEL IT COMMING, SHIT SHIT SHIT AAAAAAHHHHHHHH. And with a loud cruching sound his two testicles cracked under Jill's weight. "FUCK" yelled Jarret as his penis spewed forth, a geyser of semen, and all the other men came on the table, each one laying down a ribbon of jizz. Jill was delighted at the supreme act of cruelty she had visited upon this helpless but willing male, and she continued to hop up and down on the remains of his gonads. pounding them into the hard, uncaring surface of the wood while all the men continued to stroke their wood. Jarret's body twisted and writhed and sweated at the ongoing torture of his nads but his dick, amazingly enough, let out a second, smaller but still copious amount of cum, like an echo of the main event and it coated his washboard abs. At this point, all that was keeping Jarret upright was Jill's feet on his balls, and when she finally stopped Sean was there to catch Jarret as he fell over backwards in a dead faint. The towel boys were there to clean up the mess, and it was time for Jill to take a nap. She went to the third floor, and slept until dinner time when she woke up, as hungry as anything and exciting about more ball busting.
Tim, however, had a surprise for Jill. He had ordered four pizzas to be delivered, but not with just any pizzeria, and not with just any pizza boy. This boy had been hand selected by Sean to be willing, well endowed, and easily cowed. For nearly a month, Sean had been calling for pizzas and hand screen the delivery drivers by inviting them in for a beer or two. He had found a handsome teenager, of roughly 18 years of age, who was packing some magnificent tackle, and who seemed to like rough sex play. This person went by the name of Todd, and he arrived at 5'oclock with the four hot pizzas. Tim answered the door (wearing shorts so as not to arouse any suspicion), and invited the boy in. He then slipped the boy a glass of beer which had been spiked with GHB, liquid Viagra and a healthy dose of cantharis. He'd be horny, itchy, compliant and high, with no lasting memory of what would happen. The boy set down the pizzas and took his money before chugging down the beer glass offered to him. After drinking it. Todd blinked and swayed a little in place, and then he began to rub his crotch, oblivious to the people around him. He was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. Todd said it was getting hot, and Tim suggested he take of his cloths to cool down, and to stand over near the fire. Jill, who'd come downstairs looked at all this with interest, and watched covetously as the boy, Todd, undressed. He had a simply huge basket, and even as he took off his pants, Jill could see his ten inch monster dick poking out over his boxer briefs. He also had huge nuts which were egg shaped and enormously fat. In his underwear and socks, the boy stood over by the fire as he rubbed himself, and moaned, eyes closed. Jill walked over and asked him if he was all right.
"Oh, man, my balls itch, and I can't make it stop," he replied.
"I can help with that. Here, lets take off your underwear and let things all hang out." Jill tugged on his boxer briefs and he let them be pulled off by her. Then she grasped his sack, and began to squeeze his aching huevos. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah. Oh, that feels good. Press harder," said Todd. Jill did just that, she pressed her fingers and thumbs into the gigantic eggs as hard as she could. She knew of course, she couldn't pop them that way, but it was fun to do, nonetheless. The boy's dick was glistening in the light with pre-jack, and it was pulsing with life. It was a huge cock, and well proportioned, with a meaty glans and a long smooth shaft. It had a slight curvature upwards, and it was as stiff as a board. Clearly the Viagra was doing its job well.
All the boys who were well enough came downstairs to eat pizza, stroke themselves, and watch as their little mistress destroyed yet another set of wedding tackle. By now they'd come to get extremely excited at anticipating an emasculation scene, and some even called out to Jill to "get on with things because they wanted to cum".
"Is that helping?" asked Jill.
Todd nodded. "But it's not enough," said Todd.
"OK. Get down on your hands and knees and I'll kick them from behind."
Todd got down on all fours, and moaned, his head down. Jill positioned herself behind him.
She could see his fat dangling balls, but needed more room. "Spread your knees more, please" she asked pleasantly.
Todd spread his knees until they were quite wide. "Hurry," he whispered.
Jill brought her foot up to just tap his swinging sack, and test the distance. Then she began to ram her socked foot into his swaying bollocks. "OH yeah, OH yeah." he said loudly. The kicking to his nuts made the sweetest ache, and dulled the itching feeling. He had very little presence of mind. All that he could perceive was the warmth of the fire against his naked skin, an extreme sense of horniness, and the pain and pressure between his legs. As she kicked his nuts they jammed up against his pelvis, and then dropped down again to be ready for the next kick. Testicles were such wonderful, inviting organs, always ready to be kicked or hit or slapped, and then always came back for more.
The only sounds in the room were munching, stroking, the fire crackling, and finally the solid THOCK THOCK THOCK of Jill's foot bouncing off of Todd's balls. It was a steady and heady staccato tattoo as Jill kicked Todd where he lived. After tonight, it was unlikely that Todd's baby makers would be able to make babies, but Jill didn't care one whit that this boy hadn't signed up to be neutered. She after all was innocent and was just trying to help him. On and on she kicked him. At one point he almost collapsed and instead curled into a fetal ball. Naturally Jill had to stop kicking him, but Tim had another suprise for her. While Todd lay there clutching himself, Tim motioned over to Jill to step near the big present wrapped in paper and with a big bow.
"Come here Jill and open your early Christmas present."
"OK," said Jill excitedly. She ran over to the apparent box, which was nearly as tall as she was, and began to tear at it with wonton abandon. The wrapping paper fell off in huge strips, and reveled a shiny black box. On the front was the name, "Dildotron 4000" in gold letters.
"What is it?" asked Jill in wonder.
"It's a special machine which will turn any male cock into a gold plated necklace. The older models would only do the penis, but this model will also make gold earrings out of a man's nuts. See, you just stick your whole package in this hole, and it lops off a man's member and family jewels. And then you can watch as it turns them into jewelry."
"Wow," said Jill she was amazed. This meant that she could have more that just a collection of squashed male balls. She could have a collection of men's cocks too! Oh, the possibilities were endless. She visualized a whole row of gold plated cocks, resting on purple velvet cushions, laying right under her rear window. She could polish them every day, and show them to other men on her Friday night get-togethers. Any time she wanted she'd have the power to hold a man's manhood in her little hands and admire it.
Without missing a beat Jill said, "Who shall we try it out on first?"
"Well, I thought I might go first, and then the whole team, and then our pizza boy friend, once you've popped his two balls."
"YES!" said Jill. "Stick your stuff in and let see what it does."
"OK." Tim slid off his shorts, and started to stroke himself until he was hard. It was easy to do, knowing that his little princess had been waiting to nut him for years. It was time to serve her, and serve her well. Once he was fully erect and his balls were nice and loose, he walked up to the Dildotron, stuck his cock and balls through the hole, and pressed the button. Jill was watching closely and saw the machine light up from inside. She could see his pulsing member and two ovals lit from inside the machine, Then she saw the heat-ring get hot and constrict. It seared and sliced off his cock and balls in just a few seconds. Tim collapsed, but his bits and pieces began a long journey through the machine. Jill watched each stage and process until about 15 minutes later, the machine spit out a beautiful gold plated cock, and two lovely testicle earrings. At the moment she had diamond studs in her ears, but she took those out and slipped in the two globular earrings. And then she picked up the cock and attached a chain, and slipped that over her neck. She was ecstatic.
"OK. All you boys, line up and get your cock's chopped off." The boys squared their shoulders and lined up as instructed. Jason gave her a thumbs up, which was his way of telling Jill that he'd found his courage, and was happy to give up his manhood to her. A few boys were still completely intact, and they were a bit crestfallen that they couldn't experience an orgasm from being nutted. But, they resigned themselves anyways, and lined up. Sean steadied each one, and helped each one up to the box, and then helped them sit down to recover. Cock after cock was seared off and cock after cock dropped into the bin, shiny and perfectly preserved. Then Jill took the growing collection and laid them out on the table. Now it was time to nut the pizza boy, and make him cockless too.
With Sean's help Jill rolled Todd onto his stomach and reached under his butt to pull his nuts out behind him. She them stood on the two huge ovals, and pressed her fuzzy socked toes into his testicles. She kneaded them with her toes and pressed them into the sprung wood floor. She decided to burst one at time. With her right foot she singled out his vulnerable right nut, and twisted her foot like she was putting out a cigarette. TWIST TIWIST TWIST. The ball slipped and slid, but in the end couldn't get out from under her foot, and happily rupterued with a quiet "POP". Then she shifted to the other leg, and his last ball. TWIST TWIST TWIST. She pressed down with all her might, and this time there was a louder "POP" followed by a grunt from Todd as his seed issued onto the floor. It left him lying there, feeling spent and limp. But the drugs kept him hard and Sean got him up and pressed his pelvis to the Dildotron, after raising the shutter so that it would only lop of his cock. The final dick was in the machine, and it emerged a while later, ready to add to her collection. She lined them all up and admired them in the glowing light of the popping and hissing fire. Oh, what a sight to behold. This had been the best Christmas a girl could want. She couldn't wait to show her father the Dildotron and the entire teams' cocks. She yawed and went upstairs to get a good nights rest. While Sean patched everyone up and prepared for the drive homeward, Jill went to sleep and had sweet dreams for hours and hours and hours.
Thursday, December 14, 2017
A short but critical point in Brad's life. Enjoy.
In the Marines and Abroad - Part 3
There was a dim light and a sense of heat as Brad slowly came too. He found himself hanging against a wall, in chains, in some sort of shabby dungeon. It smelled musty and slightly foul, as if it wasn't cleaned very often.
As he hung there Brad gradually remembered what had happened. He'd been out on a scouting mission, there had been an explosion, and then he'd felt himself being moved, dragged actually, probably by the native militants. And this, apparently, was where he'd been brought to. Now, presumably, he'd have to wait to find out what they were going to do with him. Or to him. And so he waited, at first calmly, but then as he realized that the native militants had no love for Americans, he began to worry, and not only worry for himself, but also for knowing that he might never see Russ again. That singular thought put more dread in him than not knowing, for instance, about what had happened to the rest of his scouting party. Maybe they were elsewhere, but alive, or maybe all dead, but regardless, they weren't his Russ.
Still fully dressed Brad tested the chains that held him, but they were new and strong, and there was no breaking free through shear strength. And so he waiting. About an hour, he estimated, before someone finally came into his cell. It was a man dressed all in black, with a black turban, and long flowing black robes. All Brad could see was the man's face, deeply weathered, and with fierce, cruel ice-blue eyes. Unusual eyes for someone of local descent.
In thickly accented English, the man said, "So you are awake now. Good. I will wait no longer for you to revive. You will now feel the punishment of being an infidel and even worse, an American." And with one quick fluid motion he jerked his knee straight into Brad's nuts. WHAM. Then again. WHAM. Then a third time WHAM. But unlike most men, Brad's unwilling response was to get an erection. It was the first time Brad had ever been embarrassed about being aroused, and by testicle pain at that, but there it was. Brad was getting a boner over being tortured. The lump in his camos was apparent. This seemed to amuse his torturer.
"Interesting, American dog, I see you actually like my methods of male destruction. Very well, let's see how much you enjoy it." The man stepped back and began methodically kicking Brad in the balls with what were rather strong legs, for all that they couldn't be seen by Brad. The pain was significant, but somehow the threat of potential destruction blossomed in Brad's crotch and brain. It was horrible but thrilling. More than likely this man who was kicking him had never seen anyone enjoy testicular pain before, and it wasn't clear if he would take care not to permanently damage his captive.
The more the man kicked him, the more Brad's dick strained its confines. It was mortifying and thrilling at the same time. It was as if Brad's dick really had it's own brain, it's own impulses, it's own destiny, to have it's twin companions beaten to a mush by anyone of the male sex. Apparently the fact this man was the "enemy" was irrelevant. What mattered was their imminent rupture. But, in fact, Brad's captor was more nuanced than Brad had first given him credit for. After about three minutes of solid nut-kicks and a growing pre-cum stain on Brad's crotch the man stopped and assessed Brad, whose body was limp from equal parts pain and pleasure. The man gently, and briefly, grasped Brad's face, turning it side to side, and after noting Brad's semi-conscious state then pulled out a huge knife from his belt and first cut away Brad's shirt, revealing a ripped white torso, and then used it cut Brad's belt and pants until Brad was in nothing but his boots and his green military issue briefs. Even if his captor wasn't gay, most anyone could appreciate this American Adonis for his shear virility and beauty. The man then grasped Brad's walnuts through the brief's thin material and began to squeeze them. At first gently, as if he were testing ripe fruit (squeeze, release, squeeze, release), but then with more and more concentrated vigor. The man was of indeterminate age but he was still young enough to still have plenty of strength in his fingers and he was normally adept at using them to break the wills of enemy soldiers but in Brad's case, simply made this enemy's penis leak yet more sticky fluid. This intrigued the torturer to no end. 'What is this man's issue?' thought the Arab to himself. He began to twist and pull on the captive's testes while he squeezed them. Just to see what the effect would be. Brad's head thrashed around and he emitted a low moan, but there was a hint of sexual gratification in that moan. Like a stallion mounting his last female before being castrated. Like a virile bull bellowing at having his bollocks crushed at the hands of his most trusted handlers. There was something so basic and primitive about this man's moaning that it made the Arab slightly aroused himself. Much to his own surprise, in fact. He let go of this white-man's nuts and ran his calloused hands over Brad's chest. He tweaked Brad's nipples and squeezed this man's pecs as he might a woman's breasts.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he cut off the captive's underwear and grabbed Brad's hips, and using them as leverage he began to knee Brad's crotch. At first just once or twice, to gauge their effect to Brad's pulsing member and when he noticed it's impressive length and girth, he made it his personal goal to see if he could deflate the thing from the very source of its pleasure. Pain.
With all the force he could muster, the Arab began to pound Brad's naked puds. Over and over the man's thigh bounced off the two battered bubbles that made Brad a bonnefide man. The two ovals of male flesh were swelling nicely. Nicely enough to fill Brad's scrotum like two turkey eggs and became ever more springy and plump. And had this continued on, it would have meant the inevitable destruction of Brad's balls. But before that could happen there was a disturbance outside Brad's cell. There was a lot of shouting in Arabic, some sporadic gun fire, and then the door to Brad's cell banged open. There stood Russ, his face red with exertion and anger. He took one look at the situation and raised his pistol. With a single shot between the eyes, he killed the Arab insurgent who was brutalizing his lover, and kicked the body to the wall. He rushed over to hold Brad, gently, and to be there for him, in anyway he could conceive. Brad's mental state, however, was as resilient as his manhood, and he just chuckled.
"Well, now I have two reasons to be happy to see you, Russ," said Brad with relief plain in his voice. "I have a feeling that Arab would have very happily nutted me." Russ's reply to this statement was a vicious kiss to his lover. And he held Brad tightly before replying.
"I dunno, maybe he would have," said Russ, "but I'd much rather do that myself,". With a wink and a smile he said, "These belong to me now, remember?", followed by another, this time more gentle, kiss. Then Russ whispered into Brad's ear "But let's get you dressed before anyone else shows up. I'm not sure how I'd explain this thing," stroking Brad's rigid member with admiration
Brad sighed with disappointment. "OK, then" he said, "What's left of my shirt?"
Monday, December 4, 2017
A little fun freebee.
Jill and the Football Team - Interlude
It was just about three in the morning when a quiet sobbing awoke Jill. Jill was snuggled up in her down comforter and nubbly flannel sheets. She was wearing her pink pajamas and her white fuzzy socks. The crying was coming from three beds to her left, where Jason was supposed to be sleeping. Jason was a quiet boy with black hair and deep blue eyes. He was handsome and muscular, but for some reason he was crying.
Jill slipped out of her bed and tiptoed in the dark to where he was laying. Then she got under covers with him, and whispered, "What's wrong Jason?"
Jason was naked except some socks and his red eye's glittered in the reflection of the fire which had burned down to embers.
"Jill," he whispered back, "I'm afraid of losing my cock and balls. I'm afraid everyone will hate me because I'm missing some or all of my manhood. I'm afraid I won't be a man after this."
Jill gently touched his face with one hand. "Jason, what you have hanging between your legs doesn't make you a man. What makes you a man is protecting those who can't protect themselves. What makes you a man is honoring your parents and your girlfriends, and your friends. What makes you a man is being strong, reliable and acting honorably. It's your attitude that makes you a real man, not these." Jill reached under the covers and gently grasped his dick and two fat nuts. She gave his berries a squeeze and stroked his cock, which naturally came to life. Soon it was pulsing with blood and male vitality.
"But what will people think if they see me looking like, like a freak?" Jason's voice trembled with fear.
"Losing your nuts or your dick are actually marks of courage. It say's you're willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the pleasure of others. It says you're selfless and virtuous. And if anyone thinks otherwise, then they can jolly well go hang. You're you no matter what, no matter what hangs between your legs. Jason I have faith in you, that you're strong enough and brave enough to give me your manhood. I think you'll find you enjoy offering them up to me."
Jason began to relax and he stopped trembling.
"You really think it's OK, then?"
"It's more than OK. If other men knew how pleasurable it is to orgasm after your ball is popped they'd be lining up to let me emasculate them."
"I just feel funny about all the other guys watching it happen." Jason was becoming emotionally aroused at his little princess fondling and squeezed his junk with her warm little hands.
"Well, there's no one downstairs right now. Everyone else is asleep. Let's go down and I'll show you what I mean."
Jason threw back the covers on his bed, and let Jill grasp his throbbing member and she used it to guide him across the room, down two flights of stairs and into the breakfast nook.
"Let me stoke the fire," said Jason. Jill let go of his erection and let him gather some firewood. He added some paper and logs and within a few moments the fire was popping and crackling away merrily. The whole kitchen began to heat up and Jason's ballsack loosened and dropped low. Jill climbed up on one of the chairs.
"Come," she said gently. "Put your balls on the chair. We'll pop one right now, and you can stroke yourself to completion. You'll see for yourself how life changing rupturing a nut can be."
Jason slowly kneeled before his princess and with one hand placed his nutsack on the chair, then he gently grasped his rigid prick and began to gently stroke it. He looked up at Jill. She was smiling down at him. With one hand she cupped his right cheek and placed one fuzzy foot over his left testicle. For some reason she always like popping the left over the right, as the left was usually larger and more meaty. It often made a louder popping noise when ruptured. She put her heel on his testicle and began let her weight fall on it, slowly, inch by inch, pound by pound. Her gaze never left Jason's eyes, and Jill's eyes were full of love and compassion.
"It's bravery like this that makes you a man Jason. I get to push your manhood to its limits and you get to feel something very few men ever get to - the ultimate sacrifice."
Jason nodded, and a small tear formed in the corner of his eye. This was a tear of joy, that he would be proving his manhood to this little blond doll. A blond doll who at this moment had complete control of him, and there was something so thrilling about that control. The pain was rising in his nut, and it began to steal his breath away. It was so painful. A pain that just went on and on.
Jill began to grind the little balsey under her heel and she could feel the thing flatten. Jason's dick was swelling with anticipation, and it was clear the climax was near. In the flicking firelight, Jill could see Jason's eyes getting wider and wider as his primitive primate brain wrestled with the unbelievable fact that he was about to loose half his manhood. To a 10 year old girl, no less.
She cupped his full face. "Can you feel it flatten, Jason, it's about to give way. Stroke faster, we need to both go at the same time, otherwise you might pass out before you come." Harder and faster he jacked himself, and deeper and deeper into his testicle she pressed her foot. This was a moment of a silent fever; fever as Jason's body flushed with excitement and pain, and fever for Jill's body as it flushed with anticipation over another busted nut. Faster and faster was the furious fisting, and deeper and deeper stepped the foot.
And then in a single joyous instant, the testicle under Jill's foot popped with a loud "POPPING" sound, and Jason's left testicle exploded under Jill's foot. BLOOP. A wet muffled explosion. At the same time a geyser of semen spurted from the tip of Jason's dick and Jason's body shuddered at the forced release of his issue. Jason's breathing was loud and erratic. Jill and Jason were still looking into each other's eyes, and what Jill saw was ecstasy mixed with abject pain mixed with realization and what Jason saw in Jill's beautiful blue eyes was utter happiness and contentment. Spurt after spurt coated Jason's equipment and the chair itself. And Jill continued to squish Jason's testicular remains, pressing deeply into the ruptured ball until it was just smooth butter. Nut butter.
"You see, Jason. It's the most wonderful thing to crush a testicle. You're a brave and valiant man." Jason gave a little sigh, of almost relief, and mumbled, "I believe you now, Jill," and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed backwards. Jill let him. She gazed down at him for a while, noticing his beautiful body glisten in the firelight, and then she went upstairs, and woke Sean so he could patch Jason up. Jill crawled back into her cozy bed, and waited a while until Sean had carried the patched up, but still unconscious, boy and put him to bed. Then Jill fell back asleep and had sweet peaceful dreams.
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