So this is one of my all time favorite stories, which was posted anonymously. I took out all the watersports stuff and added some more ballbusting to the story. I also made it a *little more benign for those who are squeamish.
Anywho, enjoy!
n.
Sadistic
Aunt Sabrina
I was
always a little afraid of my Aunt Sabrina. She was one of those
larger-than-life women that wasn’t afraid of anybody and always seemed to get
her own way. She had tortured and tormented me as a teenager and I was still
afraid of her and at the same time she was the woman in my darkest fantasies.
So, when
she called and said she was coming to visit me for a month, I didn’t know what
to say except yes. I was afraid to say “no”.
When I was
younger, I’m 27 now, she would babysit me when my parents went out of town,
which was quite often. I was in my early to middle teens and she was 10 years
older than me. She was my mom’s sister and they were cut from the same cloth.
Mom totally controlled dad and he didn’t twitch without an okay from her. I was
an only child and mom’s whipping boy. Up until the time I was 14, mom would
punish me for any infractions I committed, real or not. It was always the same.
She would make me go into her bedroom, she didn’t sleep with dad, strip naked
and put on a pair of leather cuffs. She would make me wait anywhere from 10
minutes to an hour. When she came in, she would be wearing nothing but a slip,
a garter belt, nylons and a pair of stiletto high heels. Her long red hair
would always be up in either a bun or a ponytail. She would attach a rope to
the cuffs which ran through a pulley in the ceiling and then hoist me up until
I was on tiptoes. Her punishments varied and were always tied to her version of
the severity of my infraction. Sometimes she used a paddle on me, occasionally
a riding crop and, for the most severe punishment, she would put on her red
leather gloves and beat me with her fists. She would start at my chest and work
her away around my body as she went down. The last thing she would pummel was
my naked cock and balls. If I dared try to protect them by crossing my legs, it
would only get worse. My privates would be all bruised and swollen when she
finished. She never talked to me during my beatings but she’d always have a
small smile on her face as she beat me. I was home-schooled before that became
a hip thing to do. Mom didn’t want anyone seeing my bruises was, I’m sure, the
reason she did that. She was strict about my schoolwork and I had to take
standardized tests every month and I’d better do well.
Aunt Sabrina
was a total sadist. Mom would pick her up and bring her to our house when they
were leaving town. They would usually be gone for 5-7 days. I had no idea where
they were going or what they were doing. They would usually tell me the morning
they were leaving and I never even knew when they were returning. As soon as
they would drive off she would tell me to get naked and get to my mom’s
bedroom. She would string me up just like mom did but she went a few steps
further. Once I was strung up, she would tie ropes around my ankles and spread
them as wide as they’d go by tying one to mom’s bed and the other to her
armoire. Next, she would take another piece of rope and tie up my cock and
balls so tight that they would turn purple. Then, she’d leave me alone for a
long time, up to a couple of hours. I don’t know if she left the house or just
watched TV or talked on the phone. When she came back, she would strip down to
her panties and a pair of high heels. She had very large breasts with big,
shiny pink nipples. Her hair was medium length and black. She always put it in
a ponytail when she beat me. The routine seldom varied, mom’s red leather
gloves would be pulled over her hands until they were skin tight and she would
walk up close to me and grab one of my nipples in each hand. She would pinch
and twist them until tears ran down my cheeks. Then, her knee would come up
sharply between my legs, slamming my testicles again and again. Next, she would
step back, hold on to mom’s makeup chair for support and kick me in the
privates with her stiletto heels until I was crying out for mercy. Finally, she
would finish her beating with her fists. She punched me everywhere but
concentrated most of her efforts on my defenseless private parts. Her large,
pendulous breasts would be swinging from side to side as she punched me and I
could not take my eyes off of them. By the time she would let me down, usually
3 to 4 hours had passed, and I was bruised all over. The most damage was always
to my tied-up cock and balls. They would be all black and blue and my testicles
would be swollen to twice their normal size.
When she
let me down she would always tell me to take a shower and then join her
downstairs in the den. She would be sitting in mom’s recliner, naked except for
her high heels, her legs spread and her trimmed black pubic hair shining like a
beacon, beckoning me to it. She would always have a coca cola for me and would
run her fingers through my hair, saying nice things to me and telling me how
the punishment was good for me and I’d appreciate it later, when I was fully
grown. Finally, she would spread her legs and I could see the folds of woman
flesh, all wet and glistening, dripping with her fluids. She would gently pull
my face to her treasure, as she called it, and hold me firmly in place as I
licked and sucked her until she started moaning and thrashing. She would have
dozens of minor orgasms that elicited moans of pleasure from her and would
finally work herself up to a giant explosion, crushing my face into her pudenda
until I couldn’t even breathe.
That
evening, when she tucked me into bed, she would always reach between my legs
and stroke my penis until it was rock hard. She would bring me to the edge or
orgasm 5-10 times. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, she would grab my still
swollen testicles with her other hand, still stroking my rock hard erection,
and squeeze them as hard as she could. My orgasms were always a mixture of
pleasure and horrible pain to my swollen eggs. She would walk out of my bedroom
with a smile on her face.
This would
go on every day that mom and dad were gone. Some days I would do something to
make her mad and there would be more than one beating that day. Sometimes there
would 3 or 4, mostly for imaginary infractions. She just wanted to beat me. I
know now that she got off doing it and I always had to pleasure her in the
recliner.
Needless to
say, I was deathly afraid of both of the women in my life and, when I turned
18, I got the hell out of there and joined the Army. I tried to have minimal
contact with either of them and finally, after being discharged, moved to a
different city and started a new life for myself.
The harm
was done however, and I had become addicted to sadistic women. I married one
but that didn’t last and I must have visited at least a hundred professional
dominatrices but I was still left unsatisfied most of them time. I did have a
couple that I enjoyed being with, she was very sadistic and he was into it a
little bit but, when she had me over to their house, she could vent her
sadistic rage on me and I loved it. I guess it was okay but not perfect.
Other than
that, I had a pretty good life going on. I had a good job in the computer
technology sector using skills I had learned in the Army. I had a nice house in
an older part of town that was nearly paid for and a paid for car and a pretty
nice savings account in the bank. I don’t know if anyone is ever totally happy
but I was doing okay…….at least until my Aunt Sabrina showed up. I now wish
that I’d had the guts to tell her no.
The phone
call had caught me by surprise. She was coming to Nashville for a few weeks,
maybe a month, and would be staying with me. I hadn't seen her in nearly 5
years. She would have been 39 or 40 then and I was 30. It was Dad's early retirement
party, 35 years toiling for that miserly insurance company. She was, as I well
remembered, still a very striking woman, voluptuous body, short black hair,
large breasts and great legs, then recently divorced and had done quite well in
the settlement. She was dressed in an expensive, tailored outfit and, as
always, had on 4 inch heels, tapping their way across the hardwood floor. Mom,
50 then and still a trim, nice-looking woman greeted her with a hug, kiss and a
knowing smile, as though they shared a secret. I knew that they did.
She called
from the airport on her cell and said she was flagging a taxi and would be at
my place in 20 minutes and, please have some iced tea or lemonade for her, it
was hot and she was going to be thirsty. I made lemonade as I recalled her
liking it. Funny how I did her bidding regardless of what she actually asked
for. She had always had that power over me. She asked and I did.
I was
watching out the window as the cab pulled up and the driver got her bags from
the trunk, then followed her up to the house. The 2 bags were huge and he was
huffing as he ascended the steps. I watched him drop them on the porch and then
smile as she handed him what was obviously a big tip. By then the doorbell was
ringing and I hurried to the door. I opened it and we both stared at each other
for a moment. Damn, she was still a fine looking woman. Her hips were a bit
wider but her legs were still slim, ankles still trim and she was still wearing
her signature 4 inch stilettos. Just seeing them aroused me a bit.
"Well
nephew, aren't you going to invite me in or, are you going to stare at my tits
all day?" she asked. I stammered back, "Aunt Sabrina, please come in.
I was just admiring how great you look and I was not staring at your
chest". She laughed as she walked past.
"I
hope you've got lemonade for me and I'll take a shot of vodka with it. Then I
will tell you why I've come to visit."
I prepared
her a tall glass of lemonade with a shot glass of vodka next to it. She had
told me to bring her bags from the porch which I had dutifully done and put
them in the guest bedroom. She had went to the powder room off the hall and,
when she returned, poured the entire shot in her glass and then took a long
drink, sitting down in the chair directly across from me. She made a show of
crossing her shapely legs, hiking the skirt up just a little and giving me a
great view of her thighs. Between that and the deep vee of her breast cleavage,
which she had obviously enhanced while in the powder room, I was getting the
beginnings of an erection. I could sense that she knew the effect she was having
on me, and effect she probably had on all men.
"It
looks like the last 5 years have been good to you nephew," she said. You
look good, your hair isn't falling out and it appears that you're doing okay
financially. I'm glad to see that." I nodded my head in assent, not
knowing what to say except thank you, which I did. "Now, you're probably
wondering why I'm here. My job is with the Girl Scouts of America. I am the
Senior VP of that group, with special responsibility for Moral Responsibility.
Ain't that a hoot. Your kinky aunt giving moral advice. But, to tell you the
truth, I really volunteered to come here and oversee this city's chapters so I
could become reacquainted with you. I'm sure you remember all the fun times we
used to have. Now, don't you deny it. I know I had an indelible impression on
you that forged your life in some ways. One of those ways is your sexual
inclinations, isn't it? I say this because about a month ago I came upon your
profile in the Eunuch Personals and you were trying to find a sadistic Mistress
to do some nasty things to you." She was looking directly into my eyes as
she said all this and I was dumb enough to nod my head yes. She still had that
power over me. I knew then that I wanted her to abuse me again.
"I'm
glad you don't deny it nephew. But, of course you wouldn't do that because, the
instant I called you, you secretly hoped I was still the sadistic aunt you knew
as a teenager and that, maybe, when I came to visit I would do some of those
nasty, kinky things to you that you so desperately need."
I was still
nodding my head. "Yes, Aunt Sabrina. I suppose that in the back of my
mind, I might have been thinking that but the truth is, I've never known how to
say no to you." That brought a smile to her red lips.
"Well,
now that we both know the real truth, let's get down to exactly what I want you
to do, my little pussyboy. I can stay in your city for as long as I wish and I
might want to stay for a long time."
She then
had me take her on a tour of my house. She told me that she would be sleeping
in the master bedroom and I would be in the smallest bedroom, starting today.
The basement, with its exposed beams would be her kinky workshop and I was to
outfit it to her specifications. She already had a shipment coming with her
favorite BDSM furniture, punishment devices and toys. I had a large, 10 acre
lot with lots of trees. She really liked that, said the privacy would be
perfect. She wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear my cries of pain.
By the time
she finished her tour, she'd also finished her 2nd lemonade and vodka. We
stopped outside the master bedroom. "I think it's time to start,
pussyboy," she said. "Go in there and remove your clothes
quickly."
“Not in
there pussyboy. That’s my bathroom now. You gather up your stuff and use the
hall bathroom by your little bedroom. Later, after I’m done with you, you can
move all your stuff to that bedroom and then you’ll only be allowed in here if
I invite you.” I did as I was told. I hated myself for it but obviously, deep
down, I loved it.
When I
walked into the den, still naked, she was sitting in my recliner, looking just
like she had looked 30 years ago. The years had been good to her and especially
to her body. My cock was rock hard, betraying me and telling her that she owned
me from the minute she rang the doorbell. Hell, from the minute my phone rang.
She held on to my head as she guided it to her moist warmth, all the while
admonishing me to do a good job or I’d have to face her wrath.
She had
numerous, juicy orgasms but, just like in the past, they were never good enough
and I had not done a good enough job of pleasuring her. I would have to be
punished and punished hard so I would endeavor to do better the next time.
She
directed me to the bed and had me lie down, face-up, with my butt nearly
hanging off the end and my legs spread wide. She pulled some ropes out of her
bag and proceeded to tie my legs to the corners of the bed, pulling on them
until they would stretch no more and I felt like I was being split in two.
Next, my arms were stretched to the top of the bed and she pulled until I felt
like I was on a medieval rack. In less than 5 minutes she had made me
completely and totally helpless, unable to move more than an inch in any direction.
Her final act in preparing me for her punishments was tying my cock and balls.
She made a large loop that encompassed the entire package and pulled it tight.
She then proceeded to wind the ends of the rope around and around, first
separating my cock from my balls and then each ball from the other, with each
wrap she pulled it tighter and tighter, cutting off all circulation and causing
swelling and pain.
“There,
pussyboy,” she said. “Now you’re ready for some of Auntie’s loving attention
which will make you a better pussy eater and much more obedient to your
Auntie’s wishes and desires.”
She slid a
pair of red leather gloves over her manicured hands. I already knew the soft
kidskin would do a number of things for her. It protected her hands, gave her a
better grip and intensified the sting of her blows.
She moved
between my legs, getting close enough that her treasure was rubbing against my
swollen testicles causing my already hard cock to swell more. She leaned over
me, balancing herself against my straining crotch, crushing my bound cock and
balls beneath her as her pendulous breasts dangled in front of my eyes. I
couldn’t imagine anything more erotic looking.
She took my
nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pinched, twisted and pulled on
them until tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my cheeks. The pain was
excruciating and, even though I could barely stop from screaming, I could feel
my cock straining even more against its bonds. Damn, I must have missed the
pain more than I thought I did.
She moved a
chair to the end of the bed, between my spread-eagled legs, sat down, crossed
her nylon-clad legs and, after measuring the distance, started a methodical
kicking of my swelling testicles with her Classic Pump shod feet. The pains
shot into my belly and I could feel the tender eggs inside my ballsack starting
to swell. I also knew that it was going to get a lot worse.
She tired
of the kicking after 10 minutes or so and scooted her chair closer to my
crotch. I knew the ball beating was coming but I was, as always, unprepared for
the first few punches. She was deadly accurate and the pains shot up into my
midsection, nearly causing me to get sick. She kept it up very methodically.
First the left testicle, then the right…..whack, whack, whack. Harder and
harder she punched until, towards the end, she was huffing hard with each blow.
I could see her face and the excitement in her eyes as she rained blow after
blow on my helpless eggs.
“This is
just the start, nephew,” she panted. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this
and I am going to enjoy it for months and months and months or until I finally
tire of it. You’d better hope I don’t, though, because if that happens, I am
going to remove your eggs from their disgusting sack and you will be the eunuch
you desire to be. I have always wanted to castrate a man and if you don’t make
my stay here a very pleasant one, you’re going to be that man. Hell, I might
end up doing it anyway.”
This both scared
and excited me. She was right. I had posted on the Eunuch Personals site for a
woman to torture my testicles until she tired of it and then crush them while
they still hung from me. Nothing excited me more than having a woman own my
eggs, to do with them whatever excited her. The same with my worthless cock and
useless nipples. I’m sure this was a result of my warped childhood but it was
what it was. I couldn’t control it and now I had the perfect woman to take that
control. I nodded my head and said, “Yes Auntie, whatever you want to do.”
The days
flew by for me. Auntie’s boxes arrived and she directed where to put them and
what to do in her dungeon. It took shape fairly quickly, even though I could
only work on it in the evenings and on the weekends. We both left for work
every morning and she was always there when I returned in the evening. She
usually got home a couple of hours before me and had showered and put on some
sort of a sexy outfit, always accompanied by thigh highs and classic pumps.
Often, she would be wearing a half slip and no bra, which she knew really had
an effect on me.
She would
then take me down to the dungeon, make me strip naked and tell me the things
she wanted done that evening. I would do her bidding and, when I had finished,
she would come down and inspect my work. She would, of course, find fault with
it and tell me I would have to be punished.
The dungeon
was now about 90% finished and it was looking pretty kinky. All of her BDSM
furniture and toys had arrived and they were all in place, just where she
wanted them. I had painted everything the colors she specified and was
finishing up the tile and carpet. The entire theme was black and red. There was
a gyno chair with straps for securing me, benches galore to tie me to for
various punishments, numerous eye bolts and winches to secure me with, a cock
and ball stand that forced me to stand on my tiptoes while I was totally
exposed and helpless, various castration devices including a burdizzo and an
elastrator, lots of whips, clubs, mallets, dildos, speculums, etc., for her to
play with and a ton of medical equipment, including the largest selection of
needles I’d ever seen outside of a hospital.
After a
verbal tongue lashing for not doing whatever exactly the way she wanted, she
would, most evenings, have me put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She would then
attach the cuffs to some cables in the ceiling and at the bottom of a couple of
floor-to-ceiling posts. The cables were attached to small electric winches and
she’d use the winches to stretch me out until I could literally not move an
inch. My arms and legs would be spread-eagled to the breaking point with my
feet about two feet off the floor, putting my crotch at about the level of her
chest. I would be totally helpless. An evil grin would be on her face as she
pulled on a pair of the skin tight, soft leather gloves. The beatings would
last up to an hour. She would always start at my midsection, punching me in the
stomach and chest until I was gasping for breath. Next, my back and thighs
would be pummeled until they were black and blue. She always would end up, of
course, punching my defenseless cock and balls. She would drive endless
uppercuts into my swollen eggs, taking occasional breaks to smoke a cigarette
and get her breath back. After 15-20 minutes of beating my cock and balls, she
would grab a length of rope and tie them up so tightly that they would start
turning purple. The end of the rope was affixed to an eyebolt in the floor and
she would stretch my genitals until I thought they were going to be ripped from
my body. Then she would start driving straight punch after straight punch into
them. All the while, a smile would play across her face. She was having the
time of her life and we both knew it.
The evening
would usually finish up with her sitting in the recliner, legs spread or on my
shoulders, the spike heels digging into my back, while I licked and sucked on
her pussy for orgasm after orgasm. All the while she would watch movies of men
being tortured. When she was finally finished, she would tell me to lie on my
back, legs spread, and she would grind her classic pumps into my swollen eggs
while I was told to jack off. When I came, I was to pump my semen on her sexy
shoes and then lick it all off. Actually, I loved it.
Finally,
the dungeon was finished. It was exactly as she wanted it, right down to the
last detail. She tried our every piece of equipment and every piece of bondage
furniture on me and it all worked to her satisfaction.
Her real favorite turned out to be the gyno
chair. She’d had it built for her in Europe and it was quite the contraption.
It had taken me an entire weekend to assemble it. Once I climbed into it, Aunt
Sabrina could secure my arms, legs and torso tightly. She could then move me
into any position she desired, including spreading my legs to the splitting
point, elevating my ass, head, arms, etc. to any position she needed and it
even had a couple of footpads and handholds if a lady would be inclined to sit
on my face to have her pussy or ass worshipped. It looked like an antique but
it was brand new.
“Okay
nephew,” she said. “Let’s try this thing out. Climb up in it and let’s see how
you fit.”
It took a
few minutes to figure everything out but, in the end, I was very tightly
secured in the gyno chair. Auntie fiddled with all the pulleys and wheels until
she figured out what they all did. It didn’t take her long and, before I knew
it, I was spread-eagled, ass up in the air, asshole totally exposed, arms
secured to my sides with my chest and head positioned and secured just how she
wanted. My naked testicles dangled down over my ass-crack She quickly snapped a
half-dozen of the tight rubber donuts around my balls causing them to start
swelling immediately. She pulled a rolling stool up between my legs and
adjusted the height of it until she was satisfied with it. It was the perfect
height for her to punch my swollen, secured eggs and she did just that. She was
hitting them hard but doing it very slowly, using both of her balled-up fists.
“I’ve got
some news for you, my dear nephew,” she said as she kept up the methodical
punching of my testicles. You know, of course, that I’m the Senior VP for the
Girl Scouts of America. I am also the director of all of the local chapters
and, you’ll remember, I am the responsible person for their moral
responsibility. Well, I have been working with a lovely group of girls, ages 13
to 16, that I culled from all over Nashville by how they rated on their
personality tests. I have been meeting with twice a week for a month and they
are quite the interesting bunch of teenagers. All of them had very dominant
personalities, according to the tests, and, after interviewing them, I cut a
few from the group but the rest of them are borderline sadists and psychos. I
have no idea how they even got into the Girl Scouts to start with but they’re
perfect for what I’ve got in mind. Are you starting to see where I’m going with
this,” she said. I nodded my head even thought I was concentrating more on the
pain in my swelling, bloated nuts.
“I’ve got
it down to 5 girls, two 13 year olds, two 14 year olds and one 16 year old.
They all come from broken homes, live with their Aunts or Grandmothers and have
been abused by men all their lives and they would all like some revenge on men
in general. I have been coaching them on all the ways they have at their
disposal to control any and all men, mostly with sex ideas. A lot of it was
psychological mumbo jumbo but we have now progressed to the physical stage of
the curriculum and, believe me, they are avid students, especially when I
started telling them about controlling men through their tender testicles and
their mindless dicks. They are all ears and, when the class is over, they stay
and ask questions until I tell them it’s time to go home. In fact, in our last
class I had some anatomy photos and drawings showing where all the nerve
endings are and explanations as to what types of pain were the worst and could
cause the most damage. They loved it.”
“Anyway,”
she kept talking and I was starting to pay close attention, “I’ve asked them if
they would be interested in watching and participating in some actual sessions
with a man, where they could see how effective my teachings were. Not
surprisingly to me, they all raised their hands and squealed that they would
love it. Well, school is about out for summer vacation, and I’ve sent them all
a letter to take home inviting them to a free summer camp, sponsored by the GSA
for 2 weeks, starting next Saturday, just 8 days from now.”
“Nephew,”
she said, “I think we’re going to have a very interesting couple of weeks
coming up for you. You need to apply for your 2 week summer vacation so you’ll
be here for all the festivities, after all you’ll be the center of attention
for all these budding sadists. I just can’t think of a better legacy for me
than training all these lovely young ladies in the art of hurting and
controlling men as well as satisfying themselves, can you?” I just nodded my
head, wondering what the hell was going to happen to me. I feared the worst.
“Also nephew,” she said as she continued the painful pummeling of my eggs, “I
want you to be totally hairless, except for your head, when my little charges
arrive. I’ve got some really strong depilatory that will remove all of your
hair and you will start using it today. Are we clear on that?” Once again I
nodded my head in agreement. I wasn’t particularly hairy but I knew it would
still feel strange to be totally hairless.
The next
week flew by. Auntie was getting more and more excited with each passing day.
She was talking to all of her little Girl Scout’s guardians and assuring them
that there was no cost to them and it was definitely a learning camp. The girls
would learn some very valuable lessons. Not surprisingly, every one of them
gave her permission to keep their little charges for 2 weeks. In the meanwhile,
Auntie was still meeting with her scouts every afternoon after school,
continuing her training syllabus. She was now showing the girls all the good
pain spots on a man’s body, especially those tender places in his testicles but
she had branched out to nipple pain, cock pain and asshole torture. She said
they were very good students and couldn’t wait to put what they’d learned into
practice.
In the
meanwhile, Aunt Sabrina was getting meaner and more sadistic every day. I was
as hairless as a dancer in a strip club and she inspected me every evening when
I got to the house. If she found one hair, and she always found at least one,
the punishment would be severe. The gyno chair had turned into her favorite
place to punish me. Once strapped in, I was as helpless as a newborn calf. She
would manipulate all the controls to put me in whatever position suited what she
was going to do and then spread me out and secure the straps until I couldn’t
move an inch in any direction. It was the most helpless feeling in the world.
She didn’t even bother to gag me because there was nobody to hear my screams.
Even with all of this, I couldn’t stop myself from hurrying home and
subjugating myself to this sadistic woman, like a moth to a flame.
She had
branched out considerably in her punishments. No longer was it just beatings,
especially of my balls. Now, she was using all of the implements and devices
she had ordered and sent to the house.
The nipples
clamps were painful but, she had been twisting and pulling them for long enough
that I could handle it without a problem. They were sore all the time now and
that’s how she wanted them. When I’d get to work in the morning, I’d put a
round band-aid over them so my shirt wouldn’t aggravate them. Of course, I
would take them off before I got home.
Another new
toy that she had bought were stainless steel rods for inserting in my urethra.
They were about 12 inches long and came in about 10 sizes, from very thin to as
big around as my middle finger. Every day she would fuck my cock with a bigger
one than the day before. My peehole was now big enough for her to finger fuck
my cock with her little finger. She just knew that the little girls would love
jamming their fingers and thumbs into my pisshole. It would sting so bad when I
peed afterwards that I had to hold on to the towel bar to keep from falling
down.
The cock
and ball presses were a special kind of pain and she liked using them if she
was torturing my asshole. Kind of like being in two places at the same time,
she said. Sometimes, she would clamp them down so tight that I thought my cock
and balls were going to split. But even so, my dick always remained rock hard
because I loved the way she tortured them. She was enjoying dilating my
asshole, first with dildos, then butt plugs in ever larger sizes and finally
with her fist. In one week she had progressed to the point where she could
insert her arm, nearly to her elbow, in my stretched-out asshole. It felt like
she was squeezing my stomach when she had her hand way up in my colon. It was
very painful and I couldn’t move even a tiny bit to get away from the pain. It
made her smile when I would moan from the pain.
But her
most favorite toys were needles. She had bought thousands and thousands of
hypodermic needles in all sorts of sizes. Short ones, long ones, super long
ones, and in all sorts of gauges, from very thin to big fat spinal tap needles.
She had been reading all she could find about causing pain to testicles without
destroying them and the number one thing was the inserting of needles directly
into them, so naturally she became the expert in using them and I was her test
subject.
She quickly
discovered that both me and my testicles would have to be very firmly secured
while the needles were being slid into my eggs. I couldn’t help myself from
jerking and jumping and that would cause my balls to bounce. She had tried
playing with the Burdizzo but didn’t like it much. However, the Elastrator was
perfect. She would snap one of the bands over my balls which would cause them
to swell painfully and, at the same time would immobilize them for her needle
work. The pain was very intense initially and then, as the needles was slowly
pushed into the testicle, a deep, throbbing pain took over. Once the needle was
all the way in, it produced an ache, somewhat like having your balls squeezed.
The more needles, the harder it felt like they were being squeezed. At 25
needles, it felt like they were in a vice that was slowly being turned. She
loved it and I was horrified by it. That even made her hotter. The juices from
her pussy would be running down her thighs when she was finished. She never
left the elastrator band on for more than 2 hours. She wasn’t ready to destroy
them just yet.
Finally,
the day came. Auntie had bought a late-model, used 7 passenger van a few weeks
ago and was going to pick up the girls in it and bring them back. She had
gotten all of them sleeping bags, even though she hoped they’d be sleeping with
her. She was such a sicko.
She said
she would be back at 7pm and I was to have snacks and drinks set out for the
girls. She had even bought some beer and light wine for them in hopes that
they’d get a little tipsy. I was to have my hood on that I could barely make
out shapes through and be dressed in nothing but a pair of socks and tennis
shoes when they arrived and standing by the door to let them in and help with
their bags and things. Right before she left, she gave me a big hug,
accompanied by a deep French kiss and, when I least expected it, she drove her
nylon-clad knee mercilessly into my balls about six times, causing me to double
over in pain. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “that’s probably the
least painful thing that’s going to happen to you this evening, nephew.” With
that, she was out the door, her 4 inch stilettos making that sweet sound on the
sidewalk. My cock was so hard it was almost vibrating.
At 5
minutes to 7pm, the van pulled in the driveway. I had everything ready and had been
watching out the window for the past 10 minutes. I was nervous and anxious at
the same time. I didn’t know quite what to think but I did know that Auntie
would have it all under control.
I peeked
through a crack in the curtains as the girls piled out of the van. My God, they
were all gorgeous little things. The 16 year old was pretty obvious due to her
height and the size of her breasts. They were very large and bulging at the
halter top she was wearing. The other 4 all looked about the same, just starting
to grow breasts with prominent, puffy nipples poking through their t-shirts and
all gangly with long legs and perky butts. It was enough to make any grown man
lose his composure. I was glad I’d be wearing the hood because I would be
drooling if I didn’t have it on.
I took my
place at the door, kneeling, with my legs wide open, and my balls available to
the girls. My erection was all ready at attention. It was standing straight up
and as hard as it had ever been. The girls noticed it, as they filed inside,
and I asked them through my hood if they would like to kick my dangling balls.
“Isn’t my
nephew nice?” said Aunt Sabrina. “Go ahead girls and kick his nasty balls.
They each
took turns getting having their first contact with my testicles, and I loved receiving
it. I even spread my legs wider to give them first-rate access to them. Then
Sabrina told me, “Tell the girls how much you want them to destroy your cock
and balls. Offer them up to us, willingly, nephew.”
I was bent
over in pain, but managed to raise myself, and said through my hood, “Let me
sacrifice my manhood to you. Please, make me your slave, and take them.”
“Excellent,”
said Sabrina. “He’s given you complete permission to burst his balls and crush
his cock.” All the girls smiled at this. They were all eager to experience
both. They knew how few women got to experience the ultimate pleasure of
emasculating a man.
“Okay
girls,” she snapped, “there’s snacks, soft drinks, beer and wine on the table.
The man you see here with the hood on and a stupid erection is my nephew, but
you can call him ‘slave’ if you like. He doesn’t really have a name as far as
you’re concerned. He is going to be our test subject for the next two weeks
and, when that’s done, I bet he doesn’t have a big hardon anymore.”
The girls
all giggled some more at that and dove into the snacks, beer and wine. The soft
drinks went untouched, just like Auntie knew they would.
After about
45 minutes, Auntie stood up and got their attention. “Girls, I am going to take
nephew down to our playroom in the basement now. I will be back to get all of
you in about 15-20 minutes. In the meanwhile you can all change into the
outfits I bought for you and handed out today. Make sure the high heels fit. I
bought them all ½ size larger than you said you wore so you might have to put a
little tissue paper in the toes to make them fit but that’s much better than
having them too tight.” My mind was going nuts imagining all these little
nymphets wearing 4 inch pumps and thigh high nylons.
First she
had me get in a box, which secured me and made my groin a tempting site for the
girls to abuse them. Then Aunt Sabrina spoke.
“My dear
nephew, I am going to give you a shot in your big hard penis in a few minutes.
It’s a little cocktail I had mixed up. It’s a combination of a sedative and
liquid Viagra and I will be giving it to you every day. It will keep your dick
hard all the time and will also make you very compliant. You are going to be
kept in the dungeon for the entire two weeks and at the end of that time, we
are going to make your wish come true. The girls and I are going to destroy and
remove your testicles and penis, and we’re going to make it as painful as we
possibly can. The girls don’t know this yet but, trust me, at the end of the
two weeks they will be as eager as me to do it and you will be begging us to
cut them off” With that she grabbed my turgid cock and pushed the needle in,
injecting me with the medications.
I was panic
stricken. I didn’t think I really wanted to be castrated. It was just a
fantasy. I was starting to hyperventilate but, in just a few minutes, the drugs
kicked in and I was suddenly very relaxed. I knew I should be yelling and
screaming but I just didn’t seem all that concerned right now. I was, once
again, looking forward to having those pretty young girls hurting me between
the legs. I heard the click of Auntie’s 4 inch heels as she ascended the stairs
to gather up her young, soon to be sadists, charges.
In just a
few minutes I heard the distinct clicking of 6 pairs of stiletto heels descending
the stairs into the dungeon. Lots of whispering and giggling as they reached
the bottom. I knew they would be looking around and probably wondering what in
hell was all this
There was a
chorus of “wow’s, cool, neat, damn, I love it, I can’t wait,” etc., etc. from
the girls. They all took turns looking in the box and seeing that it really was
me in there. They were so darn cute. I knew they would be hurting me shortly
but, right now, I couldn’t wait for them to punish me.
I felt a
soft hand wrap around my engorged cock and start slowly milking it up and down.
At the same time, a small fist smashed into my swollen balls. Another blow,
harder this time and then it started to rain blows on my tender eggs while the
tiny hand kept stroking my dick, up and down, faster and faster, bringing me
closer and closer to cumming.
I couldn’t
help myself. The cum boiled up from my balls, through my prostate and shot out
of my cock as the girls, with prompting from Auntie, beat furiously at my balls
with their hard little fists. The combination of pain/pleasure overloaded my
senses and I nearly passed out.
A soft hand
grabbed my rigid penis, another wrapped itself around my swollen balls,
squeezing them until I moaned in pain, while a small finger started pushing
into my peehole. It hurt terribly and I moaned in pain but she wouldn’t stop
and I could feel her finger slowly sliding down the inside of my tender cock,
the tender skin tearing apart to make room for her invading digit. I knew then
that this was going to be a very painful two weeks for me. No mercy.
They were
all beating my balls and cock now, using all the rods, mallets and ball beaters
Auntie had laid out for them. They were laughing and giggling at my moans as
they smashed my helpless eggs with gusto. The finger in my peehole was replaced
by a larger finger, more pain as she fucked my slit. I could feel the blood
leaking out. Damn, it really hurt.
“Okay
girls,” Auntie shouted over the din, “Let’s slow down for a bit and get him out
of the box and strap him down in the gyno chair where we can really get at him.
Try and slow down a little bit. We do want to destroy his cock and balls but we
also want the fun to last until the end of your vacation, don’t we?”
Thankfully,
the girls stopped their activities as Auntie started undoing the locks and
getting me out of the box. I was so weak that I could barely stand. They led
me, staggering, over to the chair. I looked down at my cock and balls. They
were all swollen and bruised. Blood was leaking out of my enlarged peehole.
Damn, I could see right down into it. My cock was still hard as a steel rod and
I was still horny. One of the girls grabbed my swollen cock and jerked hard on
it as they dragged me on to the chair. Auntie directed them into securing me on
the gyno chair. When they were done, I was propped up in a semi-reclining position,
legs spread to the breaking point, ass hanging, exposed over the end of the
chair and arms strapped tightly to my sides. I could not move an inch in any
direction. Auntie slipped a rope over my swollen cock and balls and proceeded
to tie them up as tightly as she could. She directed one of the girls to pull a
rolling table between my legs. I could see it was full of implements for the
girls and, of course, my Auntie to use on my defenseless body.
Auntie
gathered all the young ladies around. “Okay girls, here is your playtoy. You
will all be able to do anything you want to him . . . within reason. We don’t
want to kill him and we don’t want to destroy his cock and balls just yet. What
we want to do is torture him until he begs us to remove them and, I promise
you, he will beg us to cut off his worthless cock and balls. By that time, I
hope that they will be pretty useless anyway. I also encourage you to enjoy
torturing his nipples and his asshole. There are shoulder-length latex gloves
to use and I’ve been shoving my fist and arm in his ass for weeks so it should
be well dilated. I’m going to give $100 to the first girl to get her arm in him
all the way to her shoulder and $50 to the first girl to get both arms in him
past her elbow. You will notice the cart full of all the fun toys we will be
using. If you have any questions about what they are or how to use them, please
don’t hesitate to ask. On the bottom shelf are thousands of hypodermic needles
in all sorts of sizes for us to use on his balls, cock and nipples. This is
excruciatingly painful to him, especially when they are inserted in his swollen
testicles or his rock-hard cock. I will also show you how to make it even more
painful by heating and bending them before you push them in. Is everybody ready
to start?” All the girls nodded their heads and shouts of “hell, yeah” were
voiced by all the girls. Auntie looked at me and smiled her evil grin. “Well, let
the games begin,” she said.
The girls
didn’t know where to start but Auntie did. She had them draw straws to see who
got to try putting their arm in his ass first and who got to work on a nipple
and who got to shove the sounds in his dick and, the big prize, who got to
start with the needles.
One of the
13 year olds got to try her arm in his asshole first. She put on one of the
long latex gloves and lubed it up real good. Her skinny arm slid in
effortlessly to a little below the elbow. She shoved and shoved and popped her
elbow into him, remarking about how tight and hot it was in there. Auntie
assured her that was perfectly normal. She was determined to get that $100 and
was pushing with her legs and pulling with her other arm. She got it halfway up
her bicep but couldn’t get it any further. She decided to fuck me with her arm
and it was very erotic watching it go in and out, from her fist to the middle
of her bicep, sliding in and out of my ass.
Two of the
girls were working on his nipples. They asked Auntie if they could stick
needles in them and she, of course, said they could do that if they wanted to,
as long as it was painful. Another was lubing up the sounds and had already
slid one in my peehole and pulled it out to try a bigger one. After the fingers
in there, the sounds were almost pleasant.
That left
one girl and Auntie to start on the needles. They both sat down on a pair of
small, rolling medical exam stools and pulled the cart between them. They were
positioned between nephew’s painfully spread legs.
Auntie
said, “let’s start with the small needles until you get the technique down and
then we’ll move on to the longer and fatter ones and then I’ll show you how to
really cause him pain. We’re going to do some things that even I haven’t tried
yet.”
The little
girl smiled at her and said, “Oh Aunt Sabrina, I just have to tell you how much
we all appreciate this chance to get even with all the men that have hurt us in
the past. We loved your classes and we couldn’t believe we were actually going
to be able to torture a man, do anything we wanted to him and wouldn’t get in
trouble for it. This is way past exciting. This is so cool.”
All the
girls were having a ball, well two balls, really. Plus a cock. This was the
most fun they had ever had. They were quick learners and, very soon, were
experts on all of the methods of torment that Auntie had showed them. They all
agreed that fucking his cock with the sounds and their fingers was a huge
turn-on but sticking needles in his swollen eggs was the absolute best. They
all loved it and, after they had all had their turn in sticking them in and
taking them out, Auntie said they were now going to try some things that would
start destroying the nasty insides of his testicles.
First, she
uncorked a 2 inch needle. Next, she held the tip of it over the flame of a
candle she had lit earlier until the tip of it, maybe a little over ¼ inch, was
glowing red. Then, she quickly inserted it into his swollen testicle until it
was approximately in the middle. He bucked like a wild stallion but there was
no where to go. She did it again but, this time, she put her ear next to his
egg. “Damn Girls!”, she exclaimed, “you can hear it sizzling inside. It’s
cooking his eggs from the inside out. Stick your ears down hear and listen when
I do the next one.” Each girl got her turn to listen and then it was their turn
to do it. The sizzling and popping inside of his eggs was making them all so
horny that their teen juices were running out of their pussies and coating
their thighs with lube. They started mounting his face, one after the other, to
get some orgasmic relief. He was more than happy to comply. Anything to take
his mind off his eggs being cooked. This went on for 20-30 minutes and at least
50 red-hot needles were inserted into his nuts. They were swelling to the size
of Turkey eggs.
Next, they
pulled out all the needles and took a short break while Auntie got ready for
the next torment. All of them were panting from the great orgasms they’d had
and their pussies were slick with girl cum. This was like heaven for these
girls. Plus, the icing on the cake for them would be when they actually got to
destroy his cock and balls, permanently.
Nephew’s
balls were, by now, horribly swollen. He was constantly moaning and whimpering.
Too bad for him that none of these girls cared. The bleeding had stopped in his
balls but there was still some blood mixed with precum leaking out of his cock.
Auntie stepped between his grotesquely spread legs. Her fist shot out and
connected with his ballsack. He grunted loudly and tried to protect himself but
he couldn’t move an inch. She did it again, and again. A professional boxer
couldn’t have done much more damage or punch any harder. She loved punching his
balls. Deep down inside of her, it was still her favorite thing to do to a pair
of male testicles, punch them and punch them hard.
“Okay
ladies,” she said. “This time we’re going to cause more pain and more damage
with the needles. We’ll be using 2 inch, 20 gauge needles. They’re about the
size of the lead in a pencil. When you stick one in, start waggling it in a
circular motion as you slowly push it into his egg. It will hurt like hell and
will also cause a lot of damage to all those nasty cells that make that
horrible sperm stuff. We’re also going to start beating his cock with wooden
dowel rods. We’ll leave the srod in them as we beat it black and blue. Also, no
one has gotten their arm all the way in his ass yet, so that $100 is still out
there. Little Mindy got the $50 for getting both of her skinny little arms in
his ass past the elbows. Congratulations to her.”
The girls
took their places and started playing with nephew. He didn’t think of it as
playing but they did. This was so much fun for them that it might as well have
been a concert. Little Mindy wanted the $100 so bad that she couldn’t stand it.
She positioned herself between his legs and lubed her arm all the way to her
armpit. She decided to not use a latex glove. They hosed him out with
high-power enemas every day and his ass was as clean as a whistle. She slid
easily past her elbow on the first thrust and started working her arm deeper and
deeper into his colon. She was going to go slower this time and try to stop him
from cramping up. She knew she could do it if she’d just take her time and use
lots of lube.
Two of the
other girls pulled stools up between his spread-eagled thighs and situated the
cart under his mangled eggs. They had hundreds and hundreds of needles to
choose from and quickly got to the task at hand. They lit a candle to heat the
needle tips with and grabbed a small, needle-nosed pliers to use in bending the
tips. Auntie had showed them how to bend the last 1/8th inch, just a little bit
and then, when you inserted the needle , you could twirl it around and it would
destroy all sorts of cells and tissues. Plus, he really howled when they did
it. Not as bad as when they heated the tips of the needles red hot but pretty
close.
The last
little Scout was playing with his poor, bruised cock. It was all black and blue
with lumps all over it. She was fucking it with the steel rods and, at the same
time, was masturbating him. When he would get close, she’d ram the sound all
the way inside of him until it disappeared, then she would keep stroking his
cock until the sound reappeared. About every 15 minutes, she would make him cum
but, with the sound buried in his peehole, nothing would come out and he would
be howling into the asshole of the 16 year old Scout sitting on his face. She
loved it and little Mindy said she could feel his prostate gland pulsing
against her arm as it tried to force the semen out.
Auntie
brought over a selection of wooden dowel rods. They varied in size from 3/8
inch to 1 inch in diameter. They were all about 18 inches long with black tape
wrapped around one end to use as a non-slip handle. They were very stout and
would cause extreme pain to his cock, especially with a stainless steel sound
shoved down his peehole for the beatings.
The little
girls had the best afternoon of their lives that day. They could anything they
wanted to do to nephew and nobody cared and nobody stopped them. They beat his
cock horribly with the dowel rods. It was all swollen, bruised and covered with
thick welts. They also stuck needles into his pink cock head and thick cock
shaft, which started to leak semen out of the holes. Nephew begged for them to
stop, but they acted like they never heard him. What they were waiting for was
to hear him beg them to remove his cock and balls. By now, they were pretty
sure they’d be hearing that a lot.
Little
Mindy finally got her arm all the way inside nephew’s ass, deep into his colon,
well over 2 feet of her little, skinny arm was buried inside of him. She was so
tickled to have won both prizes. His asshole was so dilated that it looked like
you could drop a baseball in it and it’d just disappear.
His balls
got the worst of it, though. They beat them mercilessly. They stuck hundreds of
needles in them in the most diabolical ways. Everything Auntie had taught them
and some they made us as they went along. His swollen ballsack was bleeding
profusely, droplets falling to the floor, mixed with his yellowish balljuice.
They would take breaks and laugh about who had done the most painful things. It
was like a contest as to who could cause the most pain.
Auntie
hovered closely about, reveling in the damage the young girls were doing to her
nephew. Every once in a while she would join in for a few minutes, usually punching
her defenseless nephew’s swollen eggs or if he was standing, kneeing his nuts
with her thighs. After little Mindy had dilated his ass she finally got her arm
deeper inside of him than she ever had before. It was so hot and tight inside
of him that it made her pussy drip juices.
The pungent
aroma of sex, sweat and semen permeated the dungeon. It drove all of them to
more frenzy. They finally had to stop. They were all exhausted. It was time to
clean up nephew, let him relieve himself, tie him loosely to the bondage table
and relax a little. They had all sorts of time to do whatever they wished to
him. It had felt so good to all of them and they knew it was just going to get
better.
For the
next week, nephew was strung up when they were done with him for the day, and
left over night with heavy weights on his balls. Instead of being able to
sleep, he was forced to hang by his arms and legs and have his nutsack be
pulled towards the floor by 60lbs worth of stainless steel. After six days of
this, his huge bloated balls were hanging almost to his knees, and this was important
for what happened next.
On Tuesday,
Auntie went down to the chamber to prep nephew for the day’s torture.
“Today is
special,” she said to him as she gave him the usual shot. Nephew just groaned.
The weights were still on his balls, and as usually it felt like they were
about to be ripped off his body.
“That’s
right. You know you want all this. Today, we’re going to do nothing but kick,
knee and punch those nasty testicles of yours. See if we can’t splatter them
all over your pelvis.” Nephew whimpered softly. Just for fun, Auntie jammed her
knee into his swollen, bruised baby-makers ten times in a row. One thing was
for sure – they wouldn’t be making babies after today. Nephew had to mentally prepare himself for having his breeding license permanently revoked.
The girls
filed in. There stood nephew, strung up like a scarecrow, his legs wide open
for punishment, his arms and legs secured. All the girls were impressed by the
size of balls. They hung there like huge bull testicles, all warped and
misshapen from abuse.
“Today,
girls, we’ll be taking a more athletic approach to nephew’s torture. He’s going
to stand there, and beg for you to kick, hit, punch and knee him in the nuts.
We’re going to make mush out of those horrid testicles we’ve been abusing.
Isn’t that right, nephew? You want us to emasculate you, don’t you?” She gave a
vicious backhand to his grotesquely large and loose eggs
“YES!” he
yelped. She punched them again, full force. “Tell us all about it.”
“Please!”
he cried, “Kick me till my nuts explode. Make the pain stop. Take them from
me!!” He so badly wanted to lose them. But, as usual, he was totally hard, and
getting off on the abuse, too.
“No, we’re
not going to destroy them yet, that will come at the end of the week, but we
can sure hurt you. I want you to beg each girl to hurt you where you live. Beg
them to kick your nuts.”
“OK” he
whimpered, hoping they’d be merciful if he appeared to cooperate.
They all
lined up and with nephews groveling “please crush my nuts” or "please explode my eggs" before each kick and “thank you for making me mush” or "thank you for making me sterile" afterwards,, they pasted the hell out of his balls. Hard kicks, each one
nailing one or both testicles. Solid punches. Intimate knees to his testicles.
Slaps and squeezes. All of them with nephew making pathetic requests for these
hot little girls to hurt him. They loved it. He seemed to love it to as his
dick remained completely hard and merrily bounced around as they abused his
nuts.
By noon,
all he could do was croak his encouragement. At one point, Auntie got some
kicks in, and then some punches. As she was kneeing him in the balls as hard as
she could, she whispered into his ear, “Don’t you love this, nephew? All your dreams
are coming true. We’re going to ruin you. And you’re going to stay awake for
all of it. Just think how much it’s going to hurt.”
Within
another hour of the abuse, nephew was screaming “ PLEASE CRUSH THEM!! MAKE IT
STOP!!! I DON”T WANT TO HAVE BALLS ANYMORE!!!”
But the
girls would have none of it. They kept mangling his balls with hits and kicks
and knees to the groin. They loved running up between his wide-spread legs and
blasting their feet into his two huge testicles. Two girls made the most of the
situation. One stood in front of him, the other behind him, and they took turns
kicking his dangling orbs so that they received eleven minutes of uninterrupted
pummeling. Nephew was just drooling on himself and mumbling gibberish.
The eggs
they were abusing continued to grow and swell, and as they got heavier, they
sagged in their sack more and more. Testicle piñatas. And through it all, his
dick remained rock hard. Standing tall and proud, it’s bulbous purple head
pulsing while its two dangling companions receive ungodly abuse.
At around
three o’clock, Auntie had one girl jack nephew off, while two other girls
squeezed the stuffing out of his turkey eggs. One of them was behind him, and
pulled and twisted his right nut, squeezed as hard as she could, while the
other one stood in front, to his left side, and pulled her chosen nut to her,
pressing her thumbs as deep as she could into it.
Auntie
walked up to nephew and punched him in the stomach. “Tell them to squeeze
harder, you little piece of shit. Tell them how much you want them to ruin your
manhood” She delivered a second punch to his stomach.
“OOph.”
Exhaled nephew. Then he groaned. He was past hope for a reprieve, and he knew
it. So, he begged for more pain.
“Pop them,”
he gurgled. “Pop my balls, please. PLEASE POP THEM!”
They sure
did try; squeezing and twisting and pulling them this way, and that. And the
one jacking him off made nephew cum, about six times. Each time he came it was just a creamy dribble and it was
more and more painful as his balls tried to pull up close to his body to
release their load. And after each
ejaculation, his balls got more and more sensitive. The whole thing was
torturous.
By that evening
his nuts had doubled in size and were hanging at his knees. After a day of
testicle abuse, the girls were extremely sexually aroused, and only a few were
doing the racking, while the others were giving each other head. Aunt Sabrina
was getting the best of it, one girl on each of her breasts and one servicing
her dripping mound. That small pink tongue darting in and out of her labia was
heaven.
All nephew
could do was hang there and wish he could participate instead of being their
punching bag. His balls, his life meant nothing to these cute little hotties.
He was just a toy, to be disposed of once his genitals were all used up.
At the end
of the evening, he was left there, to hang. While the girls filed out, up the
stairs from the basement, Auntie walked up to nephew and got close. She
whispered in his ear again.
“Did you
like your day of busting, nephew?” Auntie rammed her knee into his spongy
balls. “If you thought today was bad, tomorrow will be worse.” Another kneecap
to his danglers. “All the girls can’t wait till the last day when we castrate
you.” This time she punched his rock hard dick about twelve times. “I’ll leave
you with that happy thought.”
Auntie
attached the weights to his balls, and left him there, in the dark, alone,
standing as the weights threatened to, once again, ripping his balls out by
their roots. Nephew couldn’t see the silent tears he shed, but he could sure
feel them splatter on his dick, still hard and leaking cum. As usual, nephew’s
member betrayed his real feelings. He couldn’t wait to be destroyed.
It was the
big night. Their last night at 'camp'. The night they were going to do the
deed. They were all so wired up that they couldn't stop giggling and whispering
to each other.
The last
two weeks had been unbelievable for the girls. They had tortured nephew in a
hundred different ways. They had strung him up and used his cock and balls as a
punching bag. They had hoisted him up by his balls until he was completely hanging by them and then beat them with
rubber mallets. Thousands of needles had been stuck in his eggs. Each of them
had had their arms in his dilated asshole. The obscenely swollen head of his
penis was all purple from the beatings they’d done to it. His nipples had been
pulled, pinched, stuck with needles and clamped until they were raw from abuse.
His peehole was so dilated that they could all stick their fingers in him and
use their sharp fingernails to scrape and irritate the tender mucus membrane
inside and make it feel like fire when he peed.
Auntie walked
into the room and it quickly got quiet. "Well girls," she said,
"tonight is graduation night. Tonight’s the night we destroy and remove
nephew's precious penis and testicles. I think he's ready, don't you?".
There was a unanimous nodding of heads.
“I've
invited my friend, Dr. Trudy, to join us. She's a surgeon and will do the
actual removal of his cock and balls. We will, of course, have already
destroyed them. You'll like her a lot. She has removed quite a few of them at
this point. She loves doing it and hopes you'll all want to watch. She will
really make him beg. It's fun to watch the crying and groveling as they plead
with her to take them off.”
Dr. Trudy
stood up and said, "Hello girls, I'm so glad to be a part of this with
you. It looks like you've done a good job of damaging his reproductive equipment beyond repair. After
all you've done, they're essentially useless anyway and he'll be glad to have them gone.
After you have totally destroyed them, I'll give him a sedative, but no pain
killers. As much as he loves testicle torture, I’m sure he’ll want to feel all
the pain and watch as I remove his precious manhood. I am also at Aunt
Sabrina's request going to pierce his nipples and insert some large diameter
gold rings that I will then permanently weld in place. After that is done I'll
knock him out and I'll reroute his urethra to right below where his balls used
to be so he will have to pee sitting down. I am also going to modify it so
it'll be large enough to painfully accept an average-sized cock. This means that other men will get to fuck him face to face just as if he were female, but of course it will hurt him a great deal, especially if the man is well endowed. His destroyed
testicles will be preserved for Aunt Sabrina. His mangled penis will be cleaned
up, dusted in flour and fried for all of us to have a taste. They're very tasty
actually. His ballsack will be stretched, tanned, cut into thin strips and I
will make each of you a woven bracelet to always remind you of this day. Does
that sound like fun to all of you?"
There was a
chorus of "yes, hell yeah and wow's" from the girls. They were really
excited about nullifying nephew. Plus, he'd been begging for it the last few
days. They had all agreed on how they wanted to ruin his cock and balls. They
wanted to beat them to death while he was secured in the box. First, they would
stick at least a hundred needles in his balls, using the most painful methods
they'd learned from Auntie. Then, they would fuck his peehole with the biggest
sound, plus their sharp little fingernails and finally some round files Auntie
had found at the local hardware store, tearing it apart inside. Finally,
leaving the needles and file in him, they would use hammers and mallets to destroy
his cock and balls. They would beat them into mush.
One of the
older girls asked if there would ever be any more males they could torture and
then destroy and remove their cocks and balls. Auntie told them about the
Personals Section on some eunuch sites and how they could find all sorts of men
that fantasized about being dominated, especially by sadistic young girls, then
having their balls and cocks tortured, then removed. She knew it would be easy
to find more victims. She said, "We could find lots of men to do this to,
especially using you little sadists as bait. We would probably need at least
another 10 girls and we want them really young. These men are all hooked on the
idea of young, teenage sadists torturing and nullifying them. 16 is the oldest
age to start them out. Do you think we could find some 11 and 12 year olds that
would like doing this?”
The 16 year
old replied, "We can get all you want. Half the girls we know have been
abused one way or the other and they'd all love a chance to do what we've done
this past 2 weeks." All the other girls nodded their heads in agreement.
This had been the greatest payback ever for all the abuse they had suffered
from men and their nasty cocks and baby-making testes.
Auntie
stood and said, "It's time to have our last party with nephew. After
tonight he'll be my niece." They all laughed at her little joke as they
headed down the stairs, 7 pairs of high heels beating a staccato rhythm on the
hardwood treads. The music of doom for nephew.
Nephew had
been tied loosely to the bondage bed and the sound of the stilettos had woken
him up. He was fidgeting nervously. Auntie had prepared a hypo for him and
quickly injected it right below his swollen and bruised ballsack. In minutes he
was docile as a lamb and his mangled penis started getting erect and bloody
precum was leaking from his peehole. He was truly broken.
Auntie
motioned for all the girls to gather round. "Okay girls, this is nephew's
last day as a man. He needs all the orgasms you can make him have so he'll
remember how painful it is to cum. We want his balls empty when we take them.
You've got 3 hours to have all the fun you want. When you're done, and his cock
and balls are painfully ruined, we'll clean him up, empty his bladder and Dr. Trudy
will perform the operation. I'm going to give him his first pain of the day and
then you ladies can begin." She leaned forward, balled her fists and,
using them like hammers, brutally pounded his swollen eggs as his tongue paid
homage to her labia and clitoris, bringing her to an explosive orgasm.
Now it was
the girls turn and they went at it with a vengeance. Red hot needles were
plunged into his eggs by the dozen. Long, 5 inch needles were skewered thru his
swollen testicles. Needles were pulled out so they could try new tortures. 100
short, 1 inch needles, were quickly inserted by 5 sets of hands and then beat
deeply into his testicles with rubber mallets. His cock was treated to the most
diabolical abuse. The biggest rods were rammed into his piss slit, followed by
their fingers and sharp little fingernails. Even the 4 inch heels from their
stilettos were used to fuck his peehole. His cock, thanks to Auntie's drugs,
stayed rock hard through all the abuse. They masturbated him continuously.
There was nothing left in his balls and the orgasms were dry, not a drop of
cum, and extremely painful. Of course, that was the idea. Torture and destroy
his cock and balls until he begged for them to be removed.
He was
already begging but it was too early. He would scream out loud, “Take my
fucking balls, PLEASE” or “CRUSH THEM!!!”, but they weren’t ready yet. They had
planned to use the last 30 minutes to destroy his cock and balls and there was
an hour to go before then. They continued their fun and paid no attention to
him. One of the girls found some fine grit sandpaper, rolled it into a tube and
was jacking him off with it, removing a layer of skin in the process and making
his cock even more sensitive.
It was
getting close to the time and the begging was nearly non-stop.
"Please
take them. I'm begging you, please cut them off. I can't take anymore
pain," he blubbered, tears streaming down his face, but it fell on deaf
ears.
"30
minutes to go," Auntie said. "Get your tools of destruction and get
in your places. The girls sprang into place, two on each side and one standing
above him. They all had either an 18 inch lead pipe, with duct tape wrapped at
one end to provide a better grip, or a steel ballpeen hammer. The girl above
him, the 16 year old, had 2 round files, one bigger than the other, plus a lead
pipe. They were ready.
Auntie put
her face close to him. "Nephew, time's up. These little girls are now
going to destroy your cock and balls, then we're going to remove them, just
like you've been begging them to do. You won't be able to pass out. My drugs
will keep you wide awake so you can enjoy your fantasy."
The girls
started to work. They didn't hurry. They knew it would only take a couple of
minutes to actually destroy them. They wanted to savor it, enjoy the feelings
of power as they beat his genitals to mush.
The 16 year
old on the toilet grabbed his dick, lubed the smaller file with his precum and
started shoving it down his peehole. His screams filled the dungeon. It was in
all the way to the handle when the first blow of the pipe crushed a portion of
his dick. It sounded like hitting a ripe orange. The girls on either side made
their first blows with the hammers and lead pipes. You could see and hear the
insides of his testicles rupturing with each blow. He was begging and pleading
now for them to remove the source of his pain but they were having way too much
fun. The warbling sound of his voice punctuated nicely with the sound of his
rupturing testicles.
One of them
grabbed his ruined dick and started jacking him off, sliding his pain-wracked
cock up and down the file embedded inside of it. He was still hard and her
expert little hands produced another dry, painful orgasm. They were loving
every second of it.
They worked
slow and made each action sink in. The begging was non-stop now. It was time to
finish him.
The big,
round file was shoved into his piss slit and pistoned back and forth 15-20
times, causing waves of pain to ripple thru his body as the file tore the
tender flesh of his urethra to shreds. The file was left in him as they beat
the life out of his worthless cock.
The lead
pipes and ballpeen hammers descended on his insanely huge and bloated testicles. It sounded like they were hitting a
ripe watermelon. They wached with pleasure as the huge bubbles burst and became
nothing but bags of spermy mush. They had completely ruptured them, making them
entirely useless for anything but removal. Within 2 minutes his eggs were
destroyed and, despite the drugs, nephew had mercifully passed out. But they
didn’t stop pounding his balls. They kept rupturing them until the insides of
his eggs were turned to jelly. Soft spermy jelly.
They lifted
him out of the box and carried him to the shower where he was hosed off. The
cold water woke him up and he started blubbering again as they cleaned him up.
One of the girls stuck the hose up his asshole about 2 feet and cleaned it out
as he screamed.
He was led,
staggering, to the gyno chair where Auntie and Dr. Trudy quickly secured him
tightly into position. Unbelievably, his ruined dick was still about half hard.
It was amazing.
Auntie gave
him another shot to keep him awake during his nullification, while Dr. Trudy
prepared her instruments on the cart. She sprayed him down with some antiseptic
solution after swabbing him clean with some sterile cloths. He was wide-awake
and scared out of his mind. His eyes were darting from one face to another,
looking for mercy and there wasn't any. She pulled her stool between his legs
and pulled on a pair of sterile gloves. Auntie and the girls had all donned
masks and were pulling on their gloves. It was time to make nephew a niece.
Nephew's
eyes went wild with pain as Dr. Trudy's scalpel started her first incision. She
carefully excised his ruined scrotum, starting at the base of his penis and,
going around the right side, down to the base of his balls, cauterizing the
bleeders as she went. The same procedure was used on the other side. When she
finished cutting, she slowly pulled the entire ballsack away in one piece,
leaving his destroyed eggs exposed and vulnerable, still connected to his body
by the sperm carrying tubes, blood vessels and nerve bundles. Still connected
to his body so that he could feel every ounce of pain that was yet to be
inflicted on them. They were light pink in color, huge and misshapen from their
destruction by the hammers and lead pipes. Like obscenely large oranges, they
oozed with a thick yellowish fluid leaking from the hundreds of needles the
girls had pounded into them. She deftly removed the needles with surgical
tweezers. Nephew had felt every one being pounded into his nuts, and now he was
tortured as he counted each one removed. Trudy made it even more painful by
rotating the needles while they were still in his balls, just to liquidize
their contents even more. His screams had turned to moans as he begged her to
take everything and please stop this pain. By now, he hated his cock and balls.
They had caused him more agony in the last month than they had ever given him
pleasure in the last 20 years.
Dr. Trudy
motioned for Aunt Sabrina to grab one sperm-slick testicle in each hand.
"Sabrina," she said. "I can either cut these organs open, and
simply let what’s left of their contents ooze out, or you can pull his eggs
slowly away from his body, and squeezing out his ball-pulp as you do. . Either
method will cause excruciating pain/. When they can't go any further, you can
either tell me to cut the cords or you can just yank them out of his groin,
which will cause an agonizing ache in the pit of his stomach for weeks.
Dr Trudy
smiled, and looked at Sabrina, then looked back at nephew. “I think I know which
one you'll do."
Auntie
laughed. "You know I want to pull them out, don't you, Nephew?” She waited
for him to reply.
Even in his
pain soaked state, he knew he needed to have his Aunt take his manhood from
him. It was what he’d secretly wanted since a teenager. Finally, he looked up
at her and in a croaking voice he finally said, “Yes, I want you to take my manhood,
auntie. I’ve wanted it all my life. I’ve wanted you to castrate me since I was
a kid. It’s ok. Take my nuts from me and make it hurt. Please!”
Sabrina
smiled at him. “Good answer, little man. I knew you’d want it that way too.”
She picked
up the destroyed testicles, one in each hand and started to slowly pull on his
misshapen eggs, squeezing as hard as she could at the same time. She wanted to
cause as much pain as possible to her helpless nephew. He screamed in mortal
agony. The orange liquid filling his nuts, which had once been proud, manly
cells of procreation, began to ooze all over her hands as she did so. Nephew's
eyes were rolling about in his head as plaintive cries for mercy escaped his
throat. The girls were watching closely, hypnotized by the scene. A chant of
"Go Auntie" filled the room, overpowering nephew's cries of pain. You
could feel the sadistic sexual frenzy filling the room. The girls were all
squeezing their hard little pink nipples and rubbing their hands into their
tight teenage pussies. The juices were running down the insides of their thin
thighs, coating them with the sticky mucus.
She leaned
over his face and whispered to him as she pulled on the cords more and more,
"Nephew, I really do love you but this gives me such a sadistic thrill,
deep down inside of me, that I cannot stop myself. You were born to lose your
cock and balls and I was meant to take them. You will be my permanent slave
after this and I know you've wanted that for all of your adult life. You will
be rented out to other sick sadists, abused, tortured and used to satisfy their
lust. But I, I get to take the best parts of you for myself.” He just moaned
and cried. He knew that being a man was over and being his Aunt's slave for life
was just beginning. The pain was so bad. He just wanted them gone so the pain
would stop. “Thank you, Auntie,” he whispered back to her, tears streaming down his cheeks as his nutmeat oozed out between her fingers. She smiled and
kissed him on the cheek.
She pulled
on his testicles until the attaching cords were as tight as guitar strings. Her
fingertips were white from the pressure she was exerting on his tortured eggs.
They were now just empty baby makers, their batter dripping all down her hands
and onto the operation chair.. It was time to nut him. The waves of pleasure
were building to a crescendo in her pussy. She yanked with all her strength.
The cords snapped and popped as they were ripped from deep within his groin. He
wailed like a wild banshee. Auntie fell back against Dr. Trudy. She had just
had the biggest, most intense orgasm of her life. The woman juices were flowing
out of her wide open pussy.
Auntie
patted her tiny head as the little girl's tongue licked the thick strands of
honey from her swollen, dripping labia. It felt like heaven and waves of
pleasure cascaded thru her pussy, causing even more warm mucus to drip from
deep within her pleasure hole. The little Girl Scout was lapping it all up and
sweet moans were coming from her throat as the girl goo coated her young
throat.
By now, the
rest of the Girl Scouts were kissing, licking and stroking each other. The 16
year old was under Dr. Trudy's lab coat, her tongue probing deeply into her
hot, velvety folds of woman flesh, lapping the hot juice that was flowing out.
Dr. Trudy turned around so the young girl could lick and tongue her asshole as
she grabbed the piercing needles for his nipples. The hot tongue probing deep
into her ass as she drove the big, hollow needles through his nipples added to
her sexual frenzy. The gold rings followed the needles through the large
diameter holes. She would make them permanent later. Meanwhile, she was going
to enjoy the sweet, young tongue as it explored her dark tunnel. Another young
girl joined the first, her mouth sucking at Dr. Trudy’s dangling and swollen
labia, licking the dripping mucus that came from deep inside her gaping vagina.
The
de-nutting of nephew had thrown them all into a frenzy of crazed lust. His
howls of pain were music to their demented ears. It took about 15 minutes to
get back to some semblance of normality. All the women were flushed and glowing
with perspiration. Every nipple was hard and sensitive. Every clitoris was
engorged with blood and sticking out from its' protective covering, waiting to
be sucked and licked. Their pussies were swollen and open, juices dripping and
flowing from them.
Auntie said
it was now time to perform the penectomy. Dr. Trudy said she was going to take
it off in 5 sections. First, she would remove the head, leaving it intact.
Next, she would slice the rest of it lengthwise into 4 sections and, finally,
she would excise the 4 sections right at the root. There wouldn't even be a
little nub of a cock left. When she was done, he would be perfectly smooth with
no hint that he had ever had any male organs. He would look like a born eunuch.
Auntie and the girls were all clapping, they were so tickled at what they'd
done.
A mirror
had been put in position for nephew to watch his castration and total
penectomy. He couldn't take his eyes from the gory scene, even though the pain
would sometimes cause them to roll back in his head briefly. He couldn't
believe it was happening but the pain was real enough. He was begging for it to
be over. His cries for mercy filled the room.
His cock
was still rigid, the drugs doing their work until the very end. Dr. Trudy
gripped the head of his cock with a forceps as she sliced slowly around the
corona, going deeper each time and cauterizing the bleeders as she went. She
made the final incision and the head of nephew's cock fell with a thump on to
the tray, joining the two castrated testicles. Next, she slowly made the 4
lengthwise incisions, in effect quartering his penis. As before, she cauterized
the bleeders as she went along. The cuts went deep into his groin. It was now
laying in 4 sections, each about 8 inches long. What was once a proud, thick 9
inch cock now was nothing more than a tidbit for them to eat. It looked like a
large Kielbasa that had been sliced lengthwise. Her final cuts were deep into
the root of the organ and, one at a time, the sections fell into the tray. He
had finally been totally destroyed as a man. He was now and forever a eunuch,
an “it”.
Once again,
the women and girls fell on each other in a frenzied orgy of sadistic lust.
Faces in pussies, tongues licking swollen labia, hands groping breasts and
asses. Their clits and labia were swollen and coated with their juices. Auntie
had both of the 13 year old girls. They were in a triangle on the floor, each
of them licking the dripping pussy of another one. Dr. Trudy was grinding her
pussy into the kneeling 16 year old while the two remaining girls were in the
69 position on the bondage table, sucking the juices out of their engorged
pussies. They changed partners and positions every few minutes. The smell of
their sex juices mixed with blood, sweat and tears from nullified nephew.
They'd done
it and they were ecstatic in their need to celebrate. Dr. Trudy pulled away
from the sweet, young face buried in her pussy. She had a lot of work to do. It
would take her a couple of hours to finish it all. She gave nephew his much
needed shot as Auntie led the sex-crazed girls upstairs where they renewed
their lust. One of them had her face buried in Auntie’s ass as they ascended
the stairs, tasting the sweetness in her dark hole.
She was
very efficient and worked quickly. His scrotum was cleaned, stretched, pressed
firmly between 2 pieces of lucite and put in a preservative. It would be
stretched further and tanned before being sliced into thin strips and made into
woven bracelets for the girls. His severed and quartered penis was put in a
bowl of salt water to soak the blood out. His eggs were cleaned and put into a
huge jar of formaldehyde for Auntie and his intact glans was put in a similar
jar for her. She planned on having a large collection of manhoods after a
couple of years. Nephew was now her first.
The work of
rerouting his urethra was done first. She placed it right where the very bottom
of his scrotum had been and made sure it was sufficiently enlarged to accept an
average size hard cock. A large catheter was inserted and would stay in place
for a couple of weeks. He'd be wearing an adult diaper until then. All of the
small bleeders were cauterized and she carefully closed the deep wounds where
his penis and scrotum had been, using her skills learned from a short residency
in plastic surgery to ensure that, when he healed, you would never be able to
tell that he had once possessed a man's silly pride and joy. After a couple of
hours, she cleaned him up, stepped back and admired her work. Very good, she
said to herself. Aunt Sabrina could take the bandages off in a couple of weeks
and start renting him out in 6-8 weeks. Her fee was going to be a percentage of
his earnings and, added to the ones she already was getting a cut from, it
would be a tidy sum. Her retirement fund. There were plenty of sick, kinky
people out there that loved playing with and torturing eunuchs.
It was time
to go upstairs and prepare a snack for the girls after she joined in the
orgiastic fun.
