(m/M) Mark and Me Part 2 - NEW

 Mark and Me (Part 2)

After our Christmas nut-and-sex-fest my stepdad had minor surgery to remove his squashed testicles and replace them with fake ones. He started a regime of testosterone injections, and life returned to normal. For some reason my mom didn't want to be with Mark anymore, and she started divorce proceedings, but I told mom I didn't want to live with her, but with Mark. She was fine with this as she wasn't very maternal. Both of them had careers in law, and made a lot of money, so I went to live with Mark in relative luxury. Naturally, we had lots of lots of quality time together. I once asked Mark if he missed my mother, he said, "I'd rather be with you than whole horde of women. You mean everything to me." I melted inside when he said this. He really, really cared about me and my sexy teenage body.

I would get home from school, take a shower, make something to eat and hang out next to the pool. When Mark got home, he'd strip come out to where I was and dive into the pool, naked. I'd join him and we'd kiss and suck each other for what seemed like hours. One of us would get up on the pool's ledge and the other would suck on the huge pole of the other. When I was getting sucked, I would often cum within about five minutes of frottage, and if I was going down on Mark, he'd merely leak copious amounts of precum. Mark usually had to be inside me to cum.

This led to the reality of anal sex. Mark showed me how to use an enema and douche to clean myself out, and then he could fuck me after lubing up his cock. At first being fucked was uncomfortable, but with practice I got used to the unusual sensations involved. It was around this time, I'd say I was about 15, that I began to desire Mark to become rough with my balls. The way he had enjoyed being ballbusted when his nuts had been real made me curious about the process, and I started out by asking him to squeeze my nuts firmly when he was going down on me or fucking me. He gladly obliged, and I would feel his strong fingers bearing down on my precious agates. Usually, as I got closer and closer to cumming, I would tell him to squeeze harder and harder, and as he did so my dick would become harder and harder until it was so rigid and engorged that it actually hurt. And my nuts hurt too. They'd go from pink to white as his fingers and thumbs pressed deeply into them.

After several months of orgasms mixed with nut pain, I mustered up all my courage and decided to up the ante. I asked Mark to start kicking me between the legs and nail my nuts with his foot and shin. At first, I could only take a few kicks. I'd stand naked (him naked too), and he'd stand behind me and nail my nads with moderate force. A few kicks later, I'd be on my knees, holding my goobers and moaning. He'd come over and caress me and kiss me while I was in the throes of agony. But as he pointed out, over time body parts tone, and become able to withstand more and more percussive force. After about a half year of busting I was able to stand stock-still for a good twenty or thirty kicks, hits or punches to my delicate orbs. On nights when I could withstand a minimum of an hour of ballbusting he'd let me fuck him, and cumming inside him with aching jewels was a lifechanging experience, and I finally understood why he had enjoyed being busted so much. The endorphin explosion when I came was mind-bending.

By the time I was seventeen a common evening would go like this: I'd be naked waiting for Mark to come home from work, slowly jacking myself off in anticipation, edging over and over. Mark would arrive and he'd undress and we'd take a shower together. Once we were squeaky clean, we'd dry off and go into the living room. I'd bend over and grab my ankles. Mark would then come up behind me (so I couldn't see the kicks coming) and start jamming his knee between my legs, smashing my balls with his hard kneecap. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Then he'd back up and launch kicks to my nuts. The testicle pain would travel from my nuts deep into my lower stomach. It usually made me want to puke, but I'd manage to keep control. Then, when I couldn't stand any longer, I'd lay on my back, he'd kneel between my legs, and while I stroked my rigid pole, he'd ball up his fist and slam it into my naked, helpless testicles. My nuts would jiggle and bounce as he smashed them up against my pelvic bone.

I'd always be moaning and begging him to hit me harder, to really make me feel my nuts being turned to mush, and he'd be sexually excited by getting to denut a fellow male. It was steamy, hot, sexy torture, and we both got off on the violence and pain.

Eventually my 18th birthday rolled around, and just as Mark had given me his nuts all those Christmases ago, so now I asked him to take mine as my birthday present. My birthday was in late October, and since I had graduated from Highschool but not yet gone to college, I was free the whole time. Mark had to apply for a week's holiday so we could be together 24/7. We fucked, we sucked, we massaged, we skinny dipped, and we cuddled in front of the TV and a roaring fire. It was starting to get cold, and we snuggled under warm blankets on the couch, touching each other, kissing, and fondling. Every time I thought about being emasculated I got a hard-on that simply wouldn't go away. It was so exciting to think I'd be just like him in a few days.

On the big day, Mark woke me up from deep sleep by sweeping aside the bed covers and did a deathdrop on my sleepy, droopy balls. Not once, but five times. I vomited for the first time that day. it wouldn't be the last. He then fucked me missionary style for his first ejaculation of the day. He squeezed my testicles as he did so, making me vomit for the second time. We showered and then went into the living room. Mark had set up ropes in various places so that I could be immobilized , and soon i was hanging from ropes, suspended above the ground, and he began to methodically punch my beleaguered balls. WHAM WHAM WHAM. He pounded my puds for all he was worth. There's nothing quite like seeing your own ball-meat warp around an adult male fist. Then he switched to kicking me between the legs. My manhood was starting to feel like hamburger, and I couldn't stop moaning OR dripping precum.

Mark found some twine in the kitchen and came back into the living room. As I dangled there, helpless, he tied up my cock and balls so that they were snuggly separated from each other. Then he went to the garage and returned with two wickedly sharp hooks. Taking one bruised and bloated ball, he guided the sharp point of the hook into the top of my left nut, skewering the whole thing. I had a thick metal hook going through my entire ball. Then he did the same to my right testicle. Then he tied string to their ends and hung a gallon of milk from each. My skewered testicles were now being dragged down towards my knees and leaking sperm tubes at the same time. He watched me dangle there, and to add to my luscious misery, he starting to flick my nuts with his fingers. After a certain amount of flicking, I vomited. Again.

Now the fun began as he started to jack my rigid dick off. He wanted to see what it would be like for me to cum with such extremely damaged balls. He sucked me, stroked me, and slapped my cock around until I began to scream and cum at the same time. Huge ribbons of sticky white man-juice hit the carpet with SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. I writhed and twisted in the agonizing amazingness of it all. I so desperately wanted to lose my nuts to stop the pain, but I also didn't want this all to end. I wanted Mark to crush my balls each day, forever.

But did my dick deflate? Nope. I was still randy as fuck. Little did I know what would come next. He took out the hooks and tossed them and the milk jugs aside. He undid the twine on my balls, but not my cock. He disappeared back into the garage, and emerged with a strange looking device. It looked like curved pliers. He looked at me and told me what it was. It was designed to crush the spermatic tubes of a male, thus castrating him. It would not, however, damage any of the nerve bundles, so that they could still feel every ounce of pain that they had coming.

He smiled. 

"Are you ready my love? After this you won't be able to cum with sperm in it." He grabbed my balls, and singled out the larger left nut, fitting the clamp behind it and then squeezed with all his might. I was screamed like a dying leopard. The clamp was crushing my nuts' tubes, and I could both feel and hear them softly pop and gush their contents. I writhed and screamed. It was agony. When he was pleased with the work he'd done on my lefty, he moved to my right testicle and clamped it. My screaming renewed, and I was twitching any way I could to release my poor ball from its plight. 

Finally, it was over, and my goobers just hung there, unable to move or retract, no longer able to deliver sperm to my prostate, and now totally useless baby-makers. Mark knelt before me and started to suck my rigid prick, purple with pent up arousal.

I moaned, I drooled, I dry heaved (I'd puked out everything I'd eaten in the last two days, so there was nothing left to heave). I screamed shrilly as my second batch of spermless cum rocketed out of my cock and into my stepfather's warm silky mouth He kept sucking and sucking, and my dick kept spurting and spurting. My dying balls swayed back and forth, and Mark played with them all the while.

In my dazed state I realized that the only thing left to do now would be to crush my balls, preferably while they were still attached to me. I had no idea how he'd do it. Mark left the room, again, and returned with some suggestive items: alcohol, a lighter, and some medical grade scissors.

With some effort he pulled on the various ropes holding me up and he made it so that I was literally perfectly parallel to the floor, but with my body at head height. My testicles and rigid penis dangled towards the floor. This position let Mark do things to my manhood without having to kneel or lean forward. It was all within easy reach.

Mark took the scissors and began to cut around the base of my scrotum until the whole thing came off in his hands. He set it aside, a gossamer thin, pink bag of flesh. Now my naked testicles just hung there, white, pierced and still. He took the bottle of alcohol and poured it over them. I shrieked at the stinging pain and then he took the lighter and lit my nuts on fire. My oysters started to cook. The whole room smelled like roasted meat. Had I not been in mind-bending pain, I'd probably be salivating. 

After a while they were cooked on the outside but still sensitive on the inside, and naturally he just walked up to them, and like a shark from beneath, engulfed them in his mouth, and then just chewed them into mush, and swallowed so he could eat my manhood. As my testicles burst inside his mouth and were masticated my stupid penis gave a final volley of cum which covered Mark's face and head. It was thin, watery cum, and I gave a final shudder and yell and passed out. It was joined by his cum, because he jizzed the moment my testicles burst in his mouth. The floor was gonna be pretty sticky for a while.

Weeks later the two of us were in bed. Mark was groping my smooth skin where my sack had once been and both of us had just taken our testosterone shots and were randy, and I had an idea.

"Mark, what if we were to lure guys from online and from the local gay dance clubs and nut them here at the house. We could give them Ambien and GHB. They'll be horny as hell and won't remember a thing. We can torture them, castrate them, eat their cocks and balls, and then dump them somewhere. It's perfect."

Mark just smiled and said, "Whatever you want Nick." He leaned in to kiss me, and we began to fuck. What a great pastime we'd discovered . . . .

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(F/M) Jill Goes to College (NEW)

It seems like Jill's story never ends. Perhaps that's the right of things. I still intend for her to meet a boyfriend. Eventually.

Jill Goes To College

    Jill was 18, and ready to go to college. Her father was rich, and when Jill got into Harvard, he was quite willing to pay her tuition. But above and beyond that, he bought an aging three story frat-house to turn into her own home-base. His work crew fixed it up, and made it a money-maker for lodging to students. Jill, of course, then twisted it to her own ends. She ran an ad in the local paper, the Harvard Crimson. She offered residence in her house for only good-looking, muscular males, who could afford the rent, and strict obedience to her.

    Josh Alexander Pushkin was one such student who saw the add and thought it sounded good. He applied at the house for an interview. He knocked on the door. He noted the snazzy black, white, and grey paintjob that gave the house a slim, sleek look. Very modern.

    He was greeted by a shirtless guy with smooth tanned skin and muscled chest. 

"Hi, I'm Josh. I've come about the room to let?"

"Oh, hi. Come on in. The Princess is in her office."
"Princess?"

"Yeah, that's what we call Jill. She's the hottest babe on campus, and likes her men sexy and compliant."

    The inside of the house was sleek and minimalist. There were several couches, huge TVs, a stereo system, and a huge kitchen and dining room, and a bathroom. Several guys, some wearing as little as boxers, lounged around, reading, vaping or watching TV. It looked comfortable.

    Josh followed his guide up to the second floor. Apparently, there were eight bedrooms in the house, one office, and two bathrooms. On up to the third floor. The guide walked up to a door and knocked. A sexy voice said, "Come!"

    The door opened and Josh was ushered in. Josh's mouth dropped open. Jill was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. She had a perfect face, piercing blue eyes, blond hair done up in a bun, a huge rack and from what he could see, a sexy body. Jill smiled at him and showed off her bright-white teeth.

"You must be Josh. Have a seat."

Josh sat down. The chair was plush and comfy. 

"Hi. I'm here about the room for let."

"Of course. Well, as you can see this is a quality establishment. When we're done here, we'll see the room."

"Oh, OK."

"So, you can afford the rent?"

"Oh, yes. My father is a district Judge in New York. He went to Harvard, and insisted I come here."

"What do you intend to pursue?"

"I was thinking pre-med. I think I'd like to be a pediatrician."

"How wonderful. I like altruistic people. And people with a vision for their future."

"Yeah, I like kids and I like helping people."

"Excellent. Now, this is a very comfortable place to live and is a very reasonable price IF you are willing to let me have complete control of your bits and pieces."

"My what?"

"You know, your cock and balls. They become my property as long as you live here. The upside is that I will occasionally allow you to give me head. AND if you are willing to give up either one, or both, testicles, my backer will pay your way through Harvard. How does that sound?"

"Uhm. Wow. Uh, well it sounds intense. I'm not sure I want to give up my manhood just to get through college."

"I can guarantee that it will be an exciting ride. Tell me, are you here on scholarships or loans?"

"Well, yes. I have several loans and a work study pass. And my parents are footing half of my bill."

"Then imagine graduating with no debt. It could happen easily, if you're willing to make two little sacrifices."

"But what if I want to have children later?"

"That's what sperm banks are for, silly. Just make a few deposits. And you can get Neuticles so no one knows you've lost your danglers. Take testosterone and you'll never even miss them!"

"Now," she continued, "Stand up and strip! I want to see what we're working with."

Slowly Josh stood and began to undress. Jill stood also and helped him. His chest was revealed to be smooth and muscular with tiny nips and rippling abs. He had a narrow waist and as his pants and then underpants came off was revealed to have a nice size pecker and some monster balls. Jill was pleased.

"These are easily the largest nuts in the house. I will enjoy working them over." She grasped his cahones and rolled them around, then she jacked his dick. It was cut with a nice big head, sizeable girth, and decent length. Jill kneeled before it and began to give Josh some head. She was as skilled with sucking cock as she was destroying balls. Josh moaned in pleasure, but noticed that she was squeezing his scrotum with one hand. It was uncomfortable.

It's said that there's nothing stupider in the world than a male with an erection, and this is a truth that Jill relied on. She found that men would do anything she wanted for a little attention to their sexual needs. She sucked and sucked on his knob, without any difficulty, until his body shuddered and his cum splashed down her throat and Josh moaned because the hand on his nuts was like a vice. Jill swallowed and then stood up and stroked his slick member. Josh was trembling, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.

Jill walked back behind her desk. She sat down smartly. "So, do we have a deal? Will you sign this contract?"

The naked freshman sunk back into his chair and nodded weakly.

"Good! Sign here." Jill held out a pen and the still naked male signed on the dotted line.

"Excellent. Put your cloths back on and I'll show you your room."

Slowly Josh reassembled his kit and became a disheveled but clothed human being once again. 

"Follow me." Jill let him out the office door and to the right, down a hallway. She ushered him into a room that was decent sized, already outfitted with a single bed, a desk and chair, a bookcase, a bureau and a mini-fridge. 

"There are two refrigerators downstairs, two ovens, a microwave on each floor, a TV and a shower on the top two levels. The rules of the house are: don't litter, clean up after yourself, take a shower every day, and only masturbate with my permission. Further you will submit yourself to any punishment or ballbusting activity that I decide on."

"I can't jack off?"

"Not without my permission or at my direction. There are cameras in every room, including the showers, and I will be watching at all times. Additionally, you'll be wearing one of these chastity belts to make sure you have no unauthorized pleasure. I alone will keep the key." Josh's shoulders slumped. Was this going to be heaven? Or hell?

Jill held up a metal jockstrap that looked like Iron Man's codpiece. "Go ahead and drop your drawers. I'll put it on." With resignation, Josh pulled everything down and she outfitted him with it. The lock was built in, and it was clear he could pee but not otherwise touch his dick. His balls were split but otherwise free.

"Good. Here's the key to the front door. Move in as you like. Cheers!"

Over the next week Josh moved in. He met all the other guys in the house. All were white guys with buff bodies and ample wedding tackle. Josh settled in.

Every morning, Jill went around and woke all the guys up by reaching under their blankets and squeezing their nuts until nutmeat oozed between her fingers. All the guys trooped down to the ground floor and stood in a line, naked and bent over, while Jill came behind them and rammed her knee into their dangling knackers. Over and over. Then she'd switch to kicking them, quite forcefully, until the guy either fell or puked. Or both.

Each morning she'd choose one of them to come up to her office and service her tight, smooth snatch, and then she'd let that guy cum. Other than that, it was a no-semen environment. Josh found his chastity device difficult because if he got a stiffy it had no room to expand, and it hurt. And when he was in his first week of classes, he found the device, which was like a jock strap, cutting off his circulation as he sat in a lecture hall. Josh suffered in silence.

At night he would study and work on assignments, but Jill would randomly choose guys to perform testicle torture on, and when she chose him, he knew his free time would be spent lying in bed, clutching his aching gonads. The first time it happened, she just kicked and punched his balls. Later, she branched out into more diabolical methods, like needles connected to a car battery or acrylic presses which nearly split his nuts at their seams. Jill's bedroom was half sleeping space, half dungeon. It had a huge bed, soft and comfy, but also chains, straps and paraphernalia for torturing males.

This pattern went on for several months until Christmas break. Josh decided to stay and not go home, and so did Jill. All the other guys got to take off their belts and have sexual freedom for a few weeks, but not Josh. With no homework, Jill and Josh found other ways to fill the time.

Each morning, he had to come naked into her room and wait for her to wake up. When she finally stirred, he presented his testicles to her for her to grope them, squeeze them, and finally hit, slap or suck on. This escalated to a mixed shower where Josh had to wash and worship Jill's body and if he got an erection Jill kneed him in the nuts until it deflated. Then Josh had to dry her with a warm, fluffy towel and then put white fuzzy socks on her and help her get into some skimpy pink undergarments.

Jill had a ball collar that administered an electric shock that was very painful, and she'd put it on Josh, and then had him do house chores; cleaning, vacuuming and such. Jill would set the dial on the remote so that Josh received a shock every thirty to sixty seconds, and just for fun she'd use the manual override and do a prolonged shock for a full two minutes. Hearing him yell from downstairs was loads of fun.

Josh then had to make her lunch, serve it and wait for her to finish, during which time she'd often use one hand to grate his balls until they'd swelled to twice their normal size.

Later she'd let Josh watch TV for a while or play on his computer, but invariable she'd get horny and make Josh lick her to orgasm for several hours. His tongue was perpetually sore and raw, and his face covered in sticky woman-goo. This happened for two and half weeks, but at that point Jill upped the ante. She made a deal with Josh. If he'd give up his nuts he could fuck her, with a condom on, for the remaining nights before Christmas. On Christmas he'd have to sacrifice his manhood to her, and Josh reluctantly agreed. Jill was beyond beautiful and she was the first female to be physically intimate with him. While he didn't enjoy the ballbusting, he did like the idea of losing his virginity. After some encouragement from Jill, which was a blowjob, he agreed. 

Three nights of sex was hot, and Jill was a minx in bed, but she always had surprises for him, busting his balls at random moments. On Christmas morning, jill let Josh sleep in. When he came downstairs, he found some strange items and a note. It said, "Josh, please use these items to clean out your colon, and come up to my bedroom. Instructions on how to use them follows . . ." Then there were some instructions. He had to go to the downstairs bathroom and shove an enema up his ass and use douche to clean out his colon. Then he emptied a bottle of lube into his shoot and went upstairs, feeling quite strange inside. Jill opened the door and made him get on the bed on all fours. She attached a humbler to his nuts and positioned herself behind him. He felt something poke itself into his hole, and then plunge all the way inside him. It was cold and smooth.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm raping your hole with my brother's detached penis."

"His WHAT???"

"When I turned 18 my brother sacrificed his cock and balls to me. His dick is plated it gold, and I find it fun to fuck straight guys with it. Tell me how it feels."

"Nnngg. It feels weird. Like a tickling sensation."

"That's your prostate."

"Hhhnnnngg. It feels like I've got to take a massive dump."

"Yeah, the descending colon can't tell the difference between something big coming in and something big going out. Pity really that the ass isn't as nice to be fucked as a pussy, but meh, that's the cross gay men have to bear."

"How long are going to do this?"

"Until I tire of seeing you suffer." Jill started to squeeze his eggs trapped in the humbler. Josh moaned. This went on for close to an hour. Strange that he'd lost his virginity twice in four days. Once with a woman, and now with a boy's detached dick.

After that, and after Josh could clean himself up, and tied up his cahones with bows, as instructed, and met him downstairs. She had a syringe and a bottle of Tabasco, as well as some acrylic plates.

Jill handcuffed his hands behind him and had him sit down on the sofa. She told him to spread his legs. Then she filled the syringe with red hot sauce and plunged it deeply into each ball. Seconds later Josh screamed; a shrill ululation of pure misery. His testicles were on FIRE. Then she put each one in a press. Then she began to give him a blowjob. She smoked his pole for all she was worth. He came three times, each one more agonizing that the last, and Jill licked her lips at the taste of Tabasco flavored cum. After each spurt of jizz Jill would tighten the ball presses until his nuts went from pink to white and looked ready to split.

Josh nearly passed out from the painful pleasure he was forced to endure and vaguely wondered how painful it would be to become a eunuch. 

Jill let him recover a bit, and then took the presses off. She uncuffed his hands and then scootched the coffee table to be flush with the couch and used ropes to tie his arms and legs open, tied to eyehooks strategically placed around the living room which he'd never noticed before. Jill laid his eggs flush with the wooden table and got up on it.

"I'm going to step on your balls until they pop. Then I'm going to cut them off and eat them for Christmas dinner. Now, I want to hear some enthusiasm from you. Tell me how much you want me to rupture your nads."

Josh gurgled. He was barely conscious. His whole body ached, his nuts were burning, and his lower stomach was filled with nut-pain. Jill placed her heels on his nuts and began to squash them.

"TELL ME!" she commanded.

"NNNGGGGG. Oh fuck, fuck yeah, squash my balls. Please make me a woman. AAAAHHH. OH MY GOD. MY BALLS!!!"

Jill was fucking herself with her brother's dick and her body weight was easily squashing his gonads. Down, down, down she sunk until with a POP the two testicles burst in their sack. Josh yelled and then started crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks while Jil began to smoosh around his testicles into nut-pulp. SMUSH, SMUSH, SMUSH. The crying continued. Josh's body began to convulse and twitch until it went still.

Jill came over and over and when she'd had enough, she hopped down, breathing hard, and went to the kitchen to get a knife.

"Meat always tastes better when its had time to marinade," she said to herself.

(m/M) Mark and Me - NEW STORY

All I'll say is . . . my stepfather was named Mark. Make of that what you will.

 Mark and Me

On the day, or rather night, that I had my first ejaculation, I ran to my parents' bedroom to find my stepfather, Mark, seated on the bed in only his boxers on. I pointed to my own underwear and the big tan splotch on it where my first batch of semen ever was drying.

"What's going on, Mark?" I asked. "I just had an amazing thing happen. i was dreaming of naked men and then I felt this explosion in my crotch and now I have this sticky stuff in my underwear. What's going on with me?"

"I've been waiting a long time for this, Nicholas. You're becoming a man, and I want you to learn to take pleasure from hurting my manhood to fuel your own pleasure." He scootched aside one leg of his boxers and his left testicle popped into view. 

"Here, squeeze my ball. Feel your power as a man that you have my nut under your control. You can make me do anything. Go on, squeeze it!"

I reached out and grasped his pink oval nugget. It was warm and smooth. I squeezed it. At first lightly, then with greater force. Mark moaned. "Hell yeah. Squeeze my ball. Make me hurt."

Then opened his eyes and look right into mine. "Do you like hurting me?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

"Good. Let's play an ongoing game. Whenever your mom's away, you come to me, and you do whatever violent thing to my balls that you like. I'll get undressed and you can kick them, squeeze them, and crush them until, eventually, you pop them."

"You want me to pop your balls?"

"Yup. I want you to kick them so hard, squeeze them so tight, stand on them so long that they just, 'bloop', squish into mush."

"Wow. But, what, what about this stuff?" i pointed to my own crotch and rubbed it. I could feel the wet splotch.

"Well, now that you're man, your body produces semen. When you get sexually excited you will 'cum' and release the semen from your body. I'll show you." Mark pulled off his boxers, exposing himself to me. He had two fat nuts and long prick. He started to stroke his member until it grew long, proud, and rigid. 

"Squeeze both my nuts while I jack off," he said to me. I reached down and took one ball into each of my hands and dug my thumbs into them. He stroked himself, faster and faster and his dick got bigger and bigger, with the head turning purple, and then with a gasp, he ejaculated all over himself and my hands. Sticky white cum drenched his crotch, my fingers and the bed. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled strange. Like the toilet cleaner, Ajax. I tasted it. It was frothy and salty and a little sweet. I decided I liked it.

"That stuff is called 'cum' and it's for making babies. But it can also be eaten when you give a man head. Lick it off of my prick." I bent over his crotch, and licked his still-hard popsicle, and lapped up all his jizz. "Good, now suck on my nuts, hard!"

I stuffed his two huge nuts into my mouth and sucked on them, as hard as I could. All Mark could do was moan. Testicles were most sensitive after cumming, and his were swollen and ripe. 

Both of us heard a car drive up. It was mom. We hastily separated and I went back to my room.

The next day I got home from school. Mark was on the couch, watching TV.

"Where's mom?" i asked. 

"She's going to be late from work, she called about a half-hour ago. Put down your backpack and sit by me."

I put my books down and sat next to my stepfather. He leaned over and unzipped my pants. He used his mouth to engulf my pubescent cock and started to suck it. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was pleasure unbound. My little dick got hard instantly, and it was in heaven. In less than three minutes of him sucking me off, I splooged in his mouth. He kept sucking, which made me writhe in excruciating pleasure. Finally, I fell back, gasping for air. 

Mark grinned and wiped a drop of cum from his mouth. Then he got up, pulled down his pants, pulled down his boxers, and stood there in all his glory. Then he turned around, squatted a bit and told me to kick his knackers from behind. Since they were all ready down, I pulled off my pants and shoes and underwear and then stood up. I loved to see his huge danglers waiting to feel my foot flattening them.

WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. I kicked my stepfather's nuts, as hard as I could. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, oh, FUCK." I loved the feel of his low-hangers between my toes. Here was a grown man, who could snap my neck like a toothpick if he so chose, making his most vulnerable body parts my playthings. I had never felt so powerful. Men were usually rivals, and having a rival's nuts at your mercy was a dream come true.

I kept kicking my stepfather between the legs until he collapsed on the floor and cradled his nuts between his hands. He was coughing and trying not to throw up. 

"Did I do good?" I asked him.

"Oh fuck yeah. My nuts are mush. I can't think of a better person to destroy me. Here kick them again. I wanna see how much damage they can take before I puke." Mark put his hands behind his head and spread his legs so that me, his stepson, could damage his own huevos.

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT. Mark's body jerked with each blow but he didn't make me stop, and his dick was hard and pulsing. "OOF, OOF, CHRIST that hurts!" After five minutes of pummeling, Mark wretched and dry heaved. I looked down on his sweat covered body and sized up hungerly his massive tool. I kneeled between his legs and began to suck his cock and pried his hands from his acorns so I could squeeze them. I noticed they were larger in my hands than the night before and it occurred to me that testicles would swell when they were damaged.

His big purple helmet filled my mouth and I did my best to suck on it. I wasn't the best at giving head, but I certainly tried. After several minutes of squeezing and sucking his load exploded in my mouth, and it make me gag because I wasn't ready for it. Jizz was all over my mouth, my chin, and my naked body. 

Mark looked down at me at smiled. I had taken his load like a champ and busted his nuts like a boss. We were both repleat and exhausted. So, we took a shower together and I got to squeeze his testicle some more. By the time mom came home, he and I were clothed, happy and relaxed and ready for dinner.

Over the next couple of months our sexplay and nutbusting became almost a daily occurrence. I was getting more sex than anyone my age could possibly have, and both of us were looking forward to the ultimate destruction of his "junk". At one point I asked him if this was causing a problem with my mom. He told me he didn't marry her for her, he married her because of me. I was shocked and blown away. The idea of being the object of lust and affection of a grown adult man was beyond amazing. At one point he came to me on my birthday, and handed me a legal document where he gave me full control of his cock and balls, with the hope that I would find unique and agonizing ways of busting his balls.

As it happened, my mom had to go on a long business trip to Asia during Christmas. She'd be gone for two weeks, and I'd be left alone with my stepfather. As soon as she left, we were both in a daily orgy of sex and ballbusting. We were both constantly naked, his nuts were always swollen and huge, and both of us were living on a steady diet of semen.

In one session I had found some of my mom's hatpins and after tying Mark to a chair I plunged the needles into his testicles. I twirled them inside his baby makers and made them soft and mushy. He actually splooged without any manual manipulation of his dick from this. His balls were kicked, hit, stretched, and stabbed until they were HUGE and swollen and tender.

On Christmas morning I found my stepfather, naked in front of a roaring fire, and he told me I was going to crush his balls, as my Christmas present. I was ecstatic. First, he gave me two blow jobs, which as usual made me shudder. Then had had me get up on a table. He put his huge naked nuts on the table and told me to crush them while he jacked off. I could tell he was excited to lose his balls by how rigid his dick was.

My feet were naked, his balls were naked, and they fit perfectly inside the arches of my feet. I stood on them and slowly increased the pressure. His nuts turned white and began to flatten. Mark groaned. And jacked faster. Flatter and flatter his nuts become. I started to play with myself as well. With my short fuse, I'd cum at the same time as his nuts ruptured.

"Fuck yeah. Crush my nuts! Make me a woman! I love you, Nicholas! AAAHHHH!"

 Whiter and whiter and flatter and flatter the two huge testicles went. And then, to our great enjoyment, they both went SPLAT at the same time. His nutmeat squeezed out from my feet and we both came at the same time. I jizzed all over his head and face, and he came all over my feet. His whole body shuddered as I ground my feet into his ruined balls. Finally, he began to black out, but not before I said, "Will you still suck me off?" 

Quietly he whispered, "Of course."

That was one of the best Christmas's I would ever have.

 A little creepy something from my mind to yours.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Dolls and Balls

 

Little Timmy was playing with his favorite doll, Megan, on a cold Halloween night. It was a clear night, and the stars and the moon lit up the little room where Timmy dressed up Megan in cute outfits and lots of pairs of fuzzy socks. This night was no different than lots of others where Timothy had imagined various scenarios of his little doll walking all over him and stomping on his tender balls with her fuzzy feet. But tonight was different, for by the power of the spirit of Halloween, Megan the inanimate doll had achieved a semblance of sentience. While Timmy’s back was turned to dress up another doll, Megan’s little hand reached for a nearby hammer and got up. With an unsteady wobbling gait she awkwardly walked to stand behind him and taking aim at his blond head, brought the hammer crashing down on the boy’s noggin. A splash of blood, and the boy toppled.

An hour later, Timmy woke up. He’d been stripped of all his clothes, and he’d been tied up to the four corners of the bed with various lengths of rope. He looked around and saw his favorite doll looking up at him. Her lidless eyes staired, unblinkingly at his crotch. Timmy heard a high, girlish voice issue from the stuffed toy.

“Hi Timmy. You’ve been a naughty boy. It’s time for you to pay.”

“What?” asked the astonished 13 year old.

The little doll tottered froward and climbed the bed covers to stand at his side, then she climbed over his left leg to stand right in front of his cock and balls. She reached out and grasped just one testicle, and squeezed it. For a thing of cloth and porcelain, she was surprisingly strong. Timmy let out a gasp.

“Wha, wha, wwwhat are you gonna do to me?” he asked in a shrill voice.

“Why everything you’re ever wanted Timmy.” The doll giggled. “Say goodbye to your balls little boy.” She picked up the hammer again which had been put on the bed, and began to beat the boy’s balls with it. The hammer slammed into first his left nut and then his right. It hurt so bad. Timmy started to cry out, but he was alone in the house. His family had gone trick or treating, leaving Timmy to play with his dolls in peace. WHAM WHAM WHAM The fat hammer head pummeled the budding teenager’s plump spuds with remarkable force. WHAM WHAM WHAM A heavy hammer fell on organs which would never see their purpose to create life fulfilled. This boy’s reproductive ability would fail tonight, at the hands of his own imagination come-to-life.

WHAM WHAM WHAM Timmy’s two nuts were beginning to both swell and hemorrhage. After a few minutes the normally tiny testes were the size of plums, and after a few minutes more, the size of lemons, all black and blue from the pummeling of the hammer, an incessant jackhammer of pain and humiliation. All the while Megan was giggling in an insanely high-pitched voice, and her red hair was highlighted by the moonlight behind her. But Timothy was in no position to appreciate her beauty or allure, for tonight he was going to meet his maker. WHAM WHAM WHAM An unrelenting staccato of brute force was being visited upon his boyhood, hardly manhood since he’d only just started puberty, and already his youthful sexuality was coming to the fore, but not after tonight.  Little Timmy cried out, “HELP! HELP! HELP ME!”

“Quiet now Timmy, you wouldn’t want to alarm the neighbors. Isn’t this what you’ve dreamed of? I know what you’ve dreamed of, and now I’m going to give you your wish. Such a lucky boy!” Megan giggled again. WHAM WHAM WHAM His balls were about to split open, and then they did. With two loud pops, the organs exploded in his pubescent sack and leaked their contents. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH went the hammer as it never paused in its brutal assault. Timmy’s scrotum was now a big puffy peach of testicle fragments and edema, and the cruel doll kept smashing it with her hammer. Over and over the boy screamed as his broken balls were brutalized.

Suddenly, she stopped and the sobbing of little Timmy could be heard above her laughter. Megan picked up another item. It was a pair of scissors. Timmy looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was going to slice off his manhood.

Megan put one little cloth finger to her porcelain mouth and said, “shhhh!” and proceeded to cut through his ballsack. It was tough going as the scrotum bunched and his cords resisted the effort. Blood splattered everywhere, and little Timmy began to bleed profusely. With a finaly “snip” Megan made it through his scrotum, and then with a smile, giggle and wave, she said, “But we’re not done yet!”

Reaching down to pull on his pecker, she began to cut through it too! With a sawing “zip” she managed to detach his boyhood, and she placed the little mushroom next to his severed scrotum. Then she walked all over the mass of meat with her fuzzy socks which became drenched in blood, and untied the bleeding boy who by this point had passed out.

When the family came home, then found little Timmy, bled to death on the bed, an apparent victim of some homicidal maniac who had tortured and killed their little boy. The hammer and scissors were covered in dried blood, and it was determined that he had been brutally assaulted. The only odd thing, to the police at least, was how one of Timmy’s dolls, who was lying on the other side of the room, was also covered in blood. Well, just her fuzzy socks.

 

 

(M/m) The Sex Life of a Lich (Part 1) - NEW

 This is my first foray into the fantasy genre. I'm a huge lover of fantasy fiction, fantasy games like D&D, and magic, and the idea just popped into my head for mixing BB with fantasy. How many chapters of it I do will depend on what kind of response I get to it, so if you like it, let me know in the comments.

cheers,

n.

The Sex Life of a Lich (Part 1)

 

Keth surveyed the room, noting the pentagram on the floor, and the various candles at each point, which needed to be lit. He flexed a modicum of his power to light them, little lights flaring before him. This was Keth’s summoning room, one of many rooms in the huge castle which he had built himself. With decades of magic spells and aid from summoned beings. It was a monument to his power and ingenuity.

Keth steeled himself, raised his arms and then began to chant. From his lips issued the spidery language of magic. The incantation started off soft and then rose and fell at various points but always remained moving, moving, moving. A red spark in the center of the summoning circle appeared, and then as the spell continued it grew into a lenticular and large sized red portal. A handsome foot and ankle, and then a leg and finally a body appeared. It was the body of a stunningly handsome male devil, an incubus, who came through. He knew he would be trapped in the circle, but he was compelled to fully enter into the material realm. His muscles bulged, his red wings spread out and filled the circle. His only article of clothing was a leather jock strap, and from the looks of it he was very well endowed. His curly black hair smoked slightly, and he smelled of brimstone. His voice was deep and sultry.

“Mortal wizard. Why have you summoned me?”

Keth paused a bit before answering. “I am not a mortal, fiend, and I am much more than a wizard.”

The incubus frowned. “Very well, Lich. What do you want from me?”

“I require your services for a month. I am willing to offer you four souls as payment for your services.”

“Powerful souls?” The devil traced this mouth with one finger.

“Yes.”

The incubus licked his lips and cocked his head to one side. “I am listening . . . “

“My new apprentice. He is mostly under my controlling spells, but his sex drive makes complete dominance impossible. I need you to eliminate the problem. I have seen deeply into his mind, his being, and I know he fantasizes about having his testicles crushed and his dick detached, leaving him a eunuch. Over the next month I want you to bring him to a foaming madness of sexual frission and ultimately remove the source of his distraction. Your presence here will be explained that you are the castle’s new caretaker, and I want you to seduce him. Bring him to the height of pleasure and pain and then cut off his ruined sack and prick and bring them to me. Then you shall have your souls. These souls.” Keth reached into his midnight blue robe and pulled out a red crystal that sparkled and glowed. The devil considered this and was silent for a few moments. Then he nodded.

“Very well. You have a contract?”

Keth held up a long piece of paper so the devil could sign it. Red letters flared on the bottom line, and the pact was complete.

Keth waived his empty hand and conjured a illusory image. It showed the body of a naked man. A very well-hung naked man.

“Take this form, it is the one most likely to fulfill his fantasy, and I will provide you with clothes, and show you around. Aiden is in his room, at the top of the west tower. I assume you know how to duplicate the duties of a caretaker. Can you clean, can you cook?”

“Puny lich. I have served from the highest to the lowest, from mightiest to the desperate. I can do anything. This is why you summoned me, is it not?”

“Good.” With another wave of his hand, Keth banished the circle, and the form of the devil shimmered. He stepped out of the pentagram and was the spitting image of the illusion that waivered before him. Keth handed him the cloths he had prepared, and suddenly the man who would smooth out the wrinkle of an uncooperative apprentice stood before him.

“You name will be Julius, Aiden’s favorite male name. He had a crush in his youth on a boy named Julius. Let me show you my home.”

An hour later Keth pulled up a chair to his magic mirror and spoke the command word to activate its powers. Sitting down, he looked at the reflective surface and slowly the sight and sound of his apprentice’s small room swam into view. The 17-year-old was in his brown robe and he was lying on his bed, reading a book: Fistandantilus’s Commentaries On Summoning. There was a knock at the door.

“Come,” said the young man without looking up. He was expecting to see his master at the portal, but instead was a man with dark hair, smooth shaven, and ripped. His body was sexy as hell and he exuded a sultry calmness. A smooth operator walked in holding a tray of food.

“Who!? Who are you?” exclaimed Aiden. The book dropped into the bed and Aiden scootched up against the wall.

“Young master. I’m the new caretaker. Your master hired me from the town outside his kingdom’s capital. I’m new here. Who are you?”

Aiden gulped. He’d never seen any man as handsome and sexy as this fellow was. Somehow, he looked like the men Aiden dreamed about in his fantasies when he masturbated. A fantasy brought to life; how uncanny.

“My name is Julius. What are you called?” The handsome servant put the tray of food down on the bed and sized up the young lad. He was on the thin side, like most wizards, but he had a sizeable lump in his crotch.

“I’m Aiden, master Keth’s apprentice. I had thought to come down to the pantry and eat the leftovers from last night’s dinner.” Aiden’s nostrils fibrillated with the smell of the food. Onion soup with beef broth, soft cheese and bread, plus what appeared to be a tankard of mead. It smelled divine, and Aiden was ravenous.

Julius handed the young man a spoon and then just watched the lad eat. Julius had a hungry look in his eyes, as if he would devour the fledgling mage.

“This is terrific!” exclaimed the boy. “Did you make this?”

Julius smiled. “Of course. I can make anything. Anything at all.”

“Wow.” Aiden was obviously impressed. He was used to eating a sort of thin gruel which appeared each day in a magic pot. It was not exciting, but it kept a body sound. This flavorful food was a real treat.

“Your master doesn’t eat?” asked the burly servant.

“No, he says he lives on magic itself. I hope he’ll teach me, one day, how to do it. But on the other hand, I do love a good meal. Life would lose its joy if I couldn’t eat.” Aiden’s eating slowed and he looked at the dark-haired man, looking intently back at him. Their eye’s locked and the lad could see genuine interest from this man, this servant. For a while they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Then Julius spoke. His voice was deep, like an ocean of sensuality.

“You remind me a lot of my last lover. He was young, like you, and loved to have his balls busted before AND after sex.”

Aiden choked on a mouthful of soup. He stuttered. “You . . . you’ve had sex with other men?”

“Of course. I love a hard cock and some pendulous orbs. I love fucking guys up the chute. I love taking a guy’s cherry.” He flexed his hands slightly, as if he wanted to use them.

“But you are hungry.” Julius stood up suddenly. “We can talk about such things later. I must prepare your bath.”

“My bath?” Aiden just sort of staired at the man with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Of course. We can’t have smelly apprentices running around. Come down to the washing room when you’re finished.”

Aiden gulped and lowered his head to shovel soup into it.

A half-hour later, the boy appeared in the washroom with a towel and looked rather trepidatious. Julius quickly pulled off the boy’s brown robe, and then gazed up and down at his naked body, which Aiden tried to hide behind the towel.

“Into the hot water, master,” said Julius briskly, licking his lips. He guided the naked boy to the hot water, held the towel as Aiden stepped in the wooden tub. Aiden gasped at the temperature. He slowly sank until he was submerged. Julius grinned to himself, and took some shampoo, lathered it up, and started to clean Aiden’s hair with it. Despite being a sadistic devil, Julius could be quite gentle when it was called for. He massaged Aiden’s scalp and then rinsed it with a bowel of hot water. Then he moved over to get a bar of soap made from sheep tallow, and began to wash Aiden’s body. Naturally he lingered on cleaning his cock and balls. Playing with them he began to stroke the boy’s growing woody and pressed his fingers into the two floating testicles below. A bit of pleasure and a bit of pain.

Aiden closed his eyes and groaned, sotto voce. From the feel of it, the boy had a respectable sized tool, at least 8 inches, and was nice and thick. His balls were of average size, but no doubt could be increased in size from some enthusiastic ballbusting. Julius licked his lips again as he imagined torturing Aiden while simultaneously seducing him. “Do you like that, master? I’m very skilled at pleasing men. I’m prepared to live out any fantasy a man has. I tell you this because I find you extremely attractive, and I would love to serve you in any way possible.”

Aiden gulped and opened his eyes in surprise. “You find me attractive?” No one in his entire life had ever deigned to call him attractive. Aiden was a humble person and had a low sense of self-esteem. His father had always called him a blithering, incompetent idiot, and was all too pleased when Keth turned up at his door to whisk his son off to become a wizard.

“Very much so, master.” Julius began to stroke Aiden’s cock faster and faster, making the boy gasp. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Mmmmm. Yes.”

Julius smiled as he stroked the boy towards completion. “I love everything about men, young master. Men’s bodies, men’s fantasies, men’s sexuality, men’s hard dicks and tender balls. Let me pleasure you master; I would love to give you everything you’ve ever wanted from a lover.” The water lapped the sides of the tub as Julius’s hand made waves. The boy had a short fuse and gasped as his penis expelled ribbon after ribbon of semen into the water. It rose to the surface and floated there, a testament to youthful sexuality. Aiden stopped arching his back and sunk in the water, breathing heavily. It was his first sexual experience, and he was hooked.

“Thhhaank you,” he stuttered.

“My pleasure, master,” said the devil in disguise. “Here, let’s get you out and dry. I have cleaning to attend to.”

No longer embarrassed about being naked, Aiden stood and stepped out of the round tub. Julius gently dried off the apprentice wizard and helped him dress.

Keth was still sitting in front of his magic mirror and was keenly following the progress his apprentice was making towards his ultimate emasculation. With a wave of his hand, Keth dismissed the image and spent a while in deep contemplation. He would tell his apprentice to continue to read suggested tomes, and that he wouldn’t have any other duties except that. This would leave Aiden to get up when he wanted and go to sleep when he wanted, and would pave the way for the incubus to turn his apprentice into a quivering heap of sexual jelly. Everything was going according to Keth’s design. Excellent.

 

 

(F/m) Robbie's End Part 2 - NEW

So, here's the much-anticipated end to Robbie's story. I seem to be averaging two stories a year. I certainly won't win a Pulitzer Prize for Perviness with that kind of output.

The Robbie character is based on someone I worked with and was really attracted to, but of course he was too young and straight. So, this is my way of having an illicit affair with him. He was SO handsome. /sigh

Anywho, the fuzzy socks reference is for Knave, and the rest is a tribute to mamma's boys everywhere.

Cheers!

Nicholas

Robbie’s End: Part 2

 

It was at this point that Margaret noticed tears were streaming down Robbie’s handsome, delicate face.

“What’s wrong, my love? Is it the pain?”

“No mom. It’s just . . . it’s just I wish I could do this all over again. And again. And again. I wish I could have my balls crushed every day. I’m sad that it’ll all be over and then nothing will ever be fun gain.” Robbie lifted one hand to wipe away his tears.

He sighed. “It’s OK, mom. We’ll find fun things to do,” he sniffled.

“Well, I know I can find fun things. Your cousin Brian might be staying here, and I think we can convince him to offer his balls up. You could blow him while I squeeze his nuts into mush. Just think of him cumming in your mouth while his two acorns go ‘POP!’”.          

Robbie giggled slightly in between sniffles. The thought of doing something so degrading as swallowing his cousin’s jizz would be counterpointed by the thought of his mother castrating another male while he got to participate in it. Robbie briefly envisioned a whole troupe of boys cycling through their house as his mom crushed all their walnuts, one by one.

Heaving with exhaustion, Margaret stopped her rhythmic kicking and let Robbie rest for a while. It was time to do something different.

“Come into the kitchen. Let’s see what we can find to torture you some more.”

Robbie, who was in a mixed state of agony and ecstasy slowly rolled to his knees and then up onto his feet.

His mother motioned to sit on one of the wooden chairs at the table. He sat in it. With some twine she tied his hands behind him, behind the chair’s back. Then she tied his legs open to give her access to his groin.

Watching his mother closely, he saw her go over to one of the kitchen cabinets and retrieve something. Then he realized what it was, it was a meat skewer. A twelve-inch meat skewer. Was she going to pierce his ball-flesh with it?

She kneeled in front of him and stroked his obscenely engorged cock. Then, with care she put the tip of the skewer to his piss-slit and plunged the thing down, down, down the inside of his pecker. Robbie moaned. He was the sexual equivalent of a sword-swallower. His dick was an impressive nine inches long, and fat, with a big pinkish-purple head, but the skewer was longer by three inches. Down, down, down it went into his body. He could feel it push and stretch his urethra. But this was just the first step.

Margaret went over and retrieved some metal kebab skewers. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she’d do with them. Many times Robbie had been stabbed in the balls with needles, but since he was about to lose them, why not really damage them with thick metal skewers? Once again, Robbie’s mom kneeled in front of her son and started with his left nut. She placed the pointy end on the top of the testicle, and then began to push it, length wise, into his lemon sized nut. It made a crisp “SNAP” sound as it pierced his nut. She took her time, pushing it into his ball, millimeter by millimeter. First one nut, then the other, metal skewer after metal skewer. One lengthwise for each gonad, then the rest side to side. Once his balls were properly skewered in a matrix of metal, she retrieved a cart from the garage. On it was a car battery. The contacts were hooked up to a live split wire. She wheeled it between Robbie’s legs and took the wire into her hands, and gently touched it to the metal skewers in his balls. Liquid pain coursed through his nut sack. Robbie yelled. His scrotum crawled like a living thing, trying to escape the agony. ZAP, ZAP, ZAP. She electrocuted his testicles. Each time making Robbie cry out. Wave after wave of pain traveled from his hush puppies to his lower stomach. His tight abs rippled and hollowed from the torture being visited upon his manhood. At one point she touched the wire to his skewered penis. Pain jolted down his prick and into his prostate. An entirely new sensation for him. The tip of his penis smoked with steam. She was cooking his sperm while it was still inside of him.

This electra-fun continued for a half-hour. His whole ball bag looked like it had been cooked to a turn and the room smelled like roasted penis. Finally, Margaret rolled the battery to the side and began to spin the metal skewer in his dick so that his urethra was stretched and scraped. And then, with one swift movement, she yanked the skewer's handle and like taking Excalibur from the stone, the metal sword was removed from his body. It stung to high heavens, and Robbie moaned again.

Next, she removed the kebab sticks from his balls. Each was coated with his nut meat. She made him lick them clean. He really did try his best to comply, but his mind was glazed from the electrocution pain.

Next, she went to the garage and found two vices. One for each nut. She kneeled, yet again, between his legs and place his testicles in the vices. Then, she began to turn the handle to tighten them. Turn after turn. His formerly pink nuts were now white with pressure. Margaret wasn’t strong enough to make it tight enough so that his ghoolies would be destroyed, but she did love seeing his ball-flesh spread out underneath the acrylic walls of the vices. Where the holes were, his nut-paste was squeezed out against the plastic. And with each turn, Robbie twitched. And groaned. Loudly. But Margaret wasn’t finished with the mechanical torture of her son’s balls.

She got her needle kit from her bathroom, and extracted her thickest needle, and with some needle-nose pliers bent the last quarter inch so that it looked like an allen wrench. For the last time she knelt before her helpless but willing son’s wide knees. She grasped one viced nut and began to stick the needle into the tubes on top of, and behind the ball. She was going to make his tubes mush. STAB, then TWIRL. STAB, TWIRL, TWIRL. Robbie was writhing in utmost pain as his mom turned his epididymis into reproductive mush. First his right ball, then his left ball. His balls were being destroyed, bit by agonizing bit. Robbie’s head was thrashing around and at one point he dry-heaved. Who would have thought that a mother would neuter her own son, and try to make it as agonizing as possible? And of course, Robbie was rooting her on, all the way.

Once his tubes were shredded, Margaret let her son just stew in his own juices for a while. She went to her bedroom and put on some knee high fuzzy white socks, and tightened her white corset. She also touched up her makeup which had become sloppy from perspiration. Also, she got out her husband’s golden cock from the bottom of her delicate’s drawer. It was as disappointingly small as her husband was disappointingly lame (and dead). His son, though, would provide a MUCH bigger dildo for her to play with. She slowly pulled down the zipper of her crotch, and slid her dead husband's cock into her snatch. It was slippery, moist and warm. Slowly, to warm it up, she slid it in and out, then faster and faster. Diddling herself, knowing that soon she’d have a 9 incher to fill her void was highly erotic.

She managed several juicy orgasms doing this, and then remembered she was expected downstairs to complete Robbie’s emasculation. She got up and went downstairs. Robbie was still tied to his chair, and his distended, bloated balls were hanging over the chair with the vices dangling from his sack. She took off the acrylic vices and untied him. He smiled weakly and said, “Thanks mom,” in a slurred voice.

“Come into the living room. I have an idea of what to do next.” While he waddled into the living room, his damaged balls banging against his thighs, Margaret opened a drawer and pulled out a meat mallet.

“OK, dear, kneel before the coffee table and take this.”

Robbie took the mallet and looked down at his damaged junk, and then up at her.

“What now?”

“Ok, luv, take the mallet and smash your balls as I direct you too. Do you think you can do that?”

“I’ll try, mom. Is this going to soften up my balls so you can pop them?”

“I hope so. Now, I’m going to pleasure myself, and you just whack away. I’ll tell you which one or both.”

“OK.”

Margaret situated herself on the sofa, facing her son and dipped the human dildo into her gash as she directed his ball-busting.

“Start just smashing your right ball. Just your right ball.”

“OK.” He raised the mallet and brought it down on his bruised right testicle. WHACK. And then again. WHACK. WHACK. Pulsing pain snaked its way from his right nut into his abdomen. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Robbie watched his mother diddle herself with his father’s pecker (which he’d seen before), and the illicit pervert in him wished that he could do that himself. Well, after today his own dick would be there, just not with him attached to it. He was mesmerized by what he saw. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “Now just your left.”

“NNgggnnnggg,” gurgled the handsome boy.

With force of will, he shifted to whacking his fatter left nut. The ball was going flatter and flatter with each mallet-drop, but it just barely managed to spring back into shape in between.

This was the first time he’d ever been asked to bust his own balls, and it was difficult. Someone else doing it, easy, but harming your own set? It went against his instincts of self-preservation. But . . . anything for his beloved mother . . .

“Now BOTH!” Margaret’s hand was going faster and faster and she would open her eyes for a while to watch her son abuse his agates for a while, then close them to be lost in the pleasure of knowing a male was debasing and harming his most treasured possessions at her command. At her whim. Under her total control.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Over and over, he smashed his spuds.

“Now the right!” and later, “Back to the left!” “Both again!” Her hand was a blur.

Suddenly his moaning mother let out the progenitor of all sounds, a sort of high “AAAHHHHH” while her whole body shuddered and writhed. Margaret was lost in ecstasy, whilst Robbie dropped the mallet and vomited on the carpet (although it was just a small amount of liquid. He knew not to eat on a day like this.) Then he collapsed in a heap, and just twitched for a while. It should be noted, however, that he was still as hard as a rock, and he knew they were approaching their ultimate destruction.

When Margaret was back to breathing normally, and Robbie had started to breathe again, it was time to end it. Robbie was SO ready to be nothing but a eunuch slave.

Margaret laid down on the couch, her head on the armrest, and she motioned for him to come over and drop his right nut into her mouth. She was licking her lips and looking forward to tasting his manhood.

Robbie’s body was covered with sweat, and it glistened on his smooth tan skin. His muscles rippled but his battered balls hung loose, apparently ready to make both of them happy. Robbie straddled his mother’s head, and slowly dropped the doomed testicle into her open mouth. Margaret slurped in his nut and went right to work chewing it into goo. It wasn’t easy. His ball was huge, and she could barely get it under her teeth. The damn thing kept popping out. Suddenly, she realized she was tasting her son’s cum. His rigid pole was partially ejaculating and partially dribbling. Robbie could no longer control his arousal response and he was now a faucet of cum, eager to release it after all the delicious pain he’d experienced so far. He almost passed out from the mixture of both pleasure and pain.

His breath was shallow, and his mind was warped by the dichotomy of bliss and denial. Denial that it was actually happening. Slowly, the testicle warped and then popped and exploded in her mouth. It gushed out and filled her gullet with first a partial organ, then after chewing just bits and pieces of testicle, and then finally just jelly. But, of course, he could still feel the pain of it. The sperm dribbling continued, and it spurted out with each chew of his nut-mush. CHEW, CHEW, CHEW, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. All Robbie could do was whine and cry like a whipped puppy.

Margaret spit out his scrotum and Robbie slid sideways and landed on the floor in a heap. The continuous orgasm he was having was dribbling sperm on his hands and thighs.

“That was amazing, Robbie! You did so well. I had an orgasm just feeling your ball explode in my mouth. Fantastic! Let’s see if I can get another one kicking your other one to mush.”

Eager to get on with her next orgasm, she hauled Robbie to his feet and took him into the garage where they had a rope and pully system to string Robbie up so he could be abused and not try to protect himself. He was cuffed and forced to dangle above the ground with his legs painfully pulled apart. His scrotum was red and puffy, and HUGE. Once secured, Margaret immediately began to kick his naked, still-whole ball. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. Through her fuzzy socks, Margaret could feel his softened nut and the destroyed one at the same time.

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

A torrent of white sperm dribbled from his purple member, and dripped down his sack and onto his mother’s sock and the garage floor. And Robbie was crying. Blubbering even.

“Ruin me, mom! Make me a eunuch. I don’t want to be a man anymore; I want to be your slave!”

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

The bludgeoning kicks continued, even though Margaret was getting tired. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and her toes were starting to bruise. “Well,” she thought, “I bet he’s in a lot more pain than I am.”

“I love you mom. More than the life you gave me. More than my balls. Make me chaste!”

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

“Take them from me! TAKE them from me!, TAKE THEM FROM ME! AAAHHHHHH”

POP

The testicle explosion was loud. Like REALLY loud. Like you could hear it in the driveway loud. The gushing penis exploded too, making a huge SPLAT of cum on the concrete floor. Robbie passed out, his young body twitching in space, and his mother was on her knees experience the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had. It went on and on and on and on. Wave after wave.

After many minutes passed, Robbie’s mom got up and groped his mushy sack. His dick was still hard, which was perfect so she could cut it off and take it to a place where it could be gold plated. Gently caressing her beautiful boy’s face, she considered how he and she were about to begin the next phase of their relationship and into uncharted territory: a castrati and his mother. Margaret mused to herself, wondering if she could teach him cunnilingus. It couldn’t hurt. She left her son strung up and went to make herself a gin and tonic and enjoy the rest of the evening.