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.