Jack
and Jill part 2.
Jack
clicked on the link. He was entering the deepest, darkest corner of the
internet. A place where men were mutilated for the sexual pleasure and appetites
of the most beautiful and sadistic women on earth. The site he found,
Balls-To-The-Wall.com was full of men getting pasted between the legs.
Double
clicking on a video that promised a brutal emasculation, Jack slipped out of
his jeans and underwear to prepare for jack-off bliss. While the video
buffered, he opened the bottle of lube and liberally doused his slightly swollen
cock. Then he began to watch. The scene opened with a hooded man with his arms
chained to the ceiling and his legs spread wide. He had a ripped body and fat
pendulous balls and from his complexion and size looked to be in his early 20’s.
Hi cock was rigid and sticking straight up. Into view walks a luscious brunette
wearing a skin-tight soccer outfit. Her breasts were huge, at least a double D,
and she wore vicious looking metal cleats on her feet. You could tell she was anticipating
something wonderful because you could see her hard nipples clearly underneath the
jersey.
She
slowly walked up to the helpless man and starting things off with some quick jabs
of her knee into his dangling huevos. You could tell the man was jerking around,
but the camera focused on the woman’s jiggling breasts. Jack stroked himself
slowly, knowing it might take a while for things to get evil. His lubed hand
made a slick slurping sound as it glided up and down on his fully erect cock.
Now
the woman backed up and after tweaking her nipples with both hands, she started
kicking the man’s nut sack as hard as she could. The man was now jumping in
place with each kick. You could hear a steady “THUNK, THUNK, THUNK” as the toe
of her soccer shoes connected with naked ball-flesh. Over and over she kicked
the poor young man. He would receive no mercy or reprieve from her. That much
was clear. Jack pounded his pud in time with the kicks, each stroke bringing
him closer to release. “THUNK, THUNK, THUNK”. The volume on the speakers was
turned up as loud as it would go, and the whole house was filled with the sound
of the brutal assault. Jill was out at work, and Jack had just returned from
his training session, so it was just him and the computer. All alone, in
privacy. Not that it would have mattered much to Jill, as she loved brutal emasculations
as much or more than Jack.
After
a good five minutes of unrelenting kicks to his naked groin, the woman slipped
off her shirt, and revealed her chest. She had perfectly symmetrical and identically
shaped breasts. Ripe globes that jiggled everywhere with each movement she
made. She now made running kicks to his
nuts, backing up and rushing forward to slam the top of her foot into his
hanging jewels. The camera briefly panned to the man’s hooded face and you
could see where the mouth was due to the drool escaping from his lips – a big
wet patch that signaled the unbearable agony of getting one’s nuts busted.
Jack's fist was now flying on his dick. He began to hope that the scene would climax
soon, cuz he sure was gonna.
Just
then the woman stopped her running punts, and began the process that would end
this man’s livelihood forever. She began to kick his ball bag with the sole of
her right shoe, letting metal cleats gash open his scrotum. Over and over she
scraped the sack until a hole appeared. She stopped kicking and went over and
kneeling in front of him and squeezed his sack as hard as she could. First one
testicle then the other popped through the hole and now hung down in front of
him. Without a scrotum to contain them, they hung down much further than
normal, two fat white testicles on long cords. The woman stood and began
lowering him to the floor. Soon his legs and naked nuts lay flush with the hard
wood they’d been standing on. The woman kicked his legs open wide, and as the
camera zoomed in to show it, she placed her right foot over the left testicle.
Cut to the second camera where the woman was using one hand to massage her
nipples while the other hand was down her shorts, diddling her snatch.
It
would take an IQ of ten not to know what about to happen next, and Jack was red
in the face, flush with sexual excitement and the furious pace of his jacking.
The cleats came down on the helpless left testicle and pierced its ball flesh.
You could hear the man’s scream from one end of Jack and Jill’s shared apartment
to the other. His nut had just been impaled and the sound recording was good
enough that you could actually hear the cleats pierce the whole testicles with
a crisp “snap” sound. The woman lifted her foot and slammed it down again. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. And
again, And again. She was putting holes in his ball and Jack could see bits of
his proto-sperm sticking to the metal spikes of her cleats. Over and over she pulverized
his testicle until it was just a mushy mess, smeared on the floor. Jack was
nearly over the edge.
For
the finale, the woman slipped off her shoes and her shorts, and now standing
naked between his legs, and places her right heel on his still intact right
ball. She pressed down and Jack could see the thing bulge and start to go flat.
The woman drove both her hands into her pussy as her own excitement reached a
crescendo, and the second camera captured all of her solo masturbation. She let
more and more of her weight rest upon the doomed ball until at the moment that
the man’s dribbling cock and Jack’s cock both squirted out their cum, the ball
burst under her heel with a little “popping” sound, and his orange goo squirted
out onto the floor. Jack kept pumping as volley after volley of cum arced out
to coat the desk, the keyboard and the chair. The tortured man’s own penis had also
gushed forth semen, and it coated both the woman’s naked foot and his own
chest. The dripping sperm coated his torso and her leg, and she continued to
mash and mangle his balls until there was nothing left of them but a smeared
stain on the floor. The woman, while bringing herself to conclusion, reached down and took some of the inside of his nuts and smeared them all over her breasts and stuffed some of it up her gash. Her loud moaning filled the room. Jack pressed the "stop" button on the video.
Jack
leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed, his breath shallow and his chest
heaving as he relaxed into the bliss that was the aftereffect of orgasm. His
right hand was slowly jerking what was left of his erection. He felt relaxed, replete
and satisfied. Then it occurred to him that he should clean up the mess he
made. Jill wouldn’t thank him for cum splattered on the computer they both
used. After quitting the site, he got a sani-wipe and wiped everything down. Then he turned on the shower
and prepared to get cleaned up for dinner. Jill would be home soon, and he needed
to make something for both of them to eat.
Later,
as Jack was in the kitchen cooking Chicken Cordon Bleu, Jill walked in the
door.
“Hi
honey, I’m home!”
“I’m
in here,” answered Jack
Jill
walked into the kitchen. Instead of turning so he could greet her, Jack simply
slid his legs apart so that she could do whatever she wanted to his balls from
behind. Today Jill chose to knee his soft fruit, rather hard. Wearing
only tight white underwear and white socks, his groin was an easy target and
Jill rammed her knee into his spuds several times, until he sank to his knees
and started coughing. Jill admired his sexy gymnast’s body as he hunched over
and moaned quietly.
“Looks
good, what are you making tonight?” she asked him, quite unconcerned about the nuts
he was nursing.
“Chicken,”
he said after a while, panting slightly, “But it’s got an hour to cook.”
“OK,
I’ll got take a shower and change. Then we can have some fun.”
A
while later, Jill returned, her hair still moist and fragrant, and dressed in a
sports bra and sweat pants. In her left hand she held some hand cuffs. Jill
wasn’t one to do anything with half measures. While the chicken still had a
half hour in the oven, she bound his hands behind him and pushed Jack up
against the wall of the kitchen, right next to the phone. Being as they were
tightly held by the underwear, Jill grasped one ball in each hand and began to
squeeze them. Hard. Jack had nice big fat nuts, and they filled her petite
hands nicely. She groped and mangled them for a while until Jack made a high
keening noise like a boiling tea kettle.
She
whispered into his ear, “Do you like that, honey? I’m mangling your balls. Your
little itty-bitty balls. They’re so fragile, aren’t they? Bet you wish I would
burst them for you, don’t you? No more balls to get in the way of our fun.” She
loved to humiliate him, and he did too – his cock was now hard again, and straining
to get free of his jockeys. Jill noticed it and stroked it a bit. “See how
exited you’re getting? I bet you really do want me to destroy your balls. Kick
them till they rupture, hit them till they explode.” Jack struggled to retain
some form of composure but was failing miserably. His nuts ached, his cock had
begun to drip, and a thin sheen of sweat had formed on his naked, rippling
chest.
As
she stepped back to land some kicks in his groin, she yelled, “Tell me how much
you want me to burst open your balls, you perverted freak!” She began strong
toe kicks to his testicles, and Jack was able to keep his legs open while she
did so. Soon he was babbling, “Bust my nuts, Jill, bust them.” And she tried to
do just that. Well, not really. Jill, over the year they’d been together, had
learned how to kick nads enough to make it hurt, but not enough to do irreparable
damage. She was always more interesting in getting both of them off, than
ripping them off his body with a misjudged kick or stomp.
WHAM
WHAM WHAM. She beat the stuffing out of his balls and he slowly slid down the
wall as his strength failed him. Just then, the timer went off. ‘Perfect,’
thought Jill. Jill let her boyfriend collapse into a whimpering heap and took
the chicken from the oven.
All
through dinner, as they ate, Jill had her naked foot in his lap, squishing
around his huevos with her toes. They both loved doing that. In fact all of
this was routine for them, the ballbusting, the humiliation and degradation,
and the constant ball-play. It usually made them both so horny that they had
sex nearly every night after dinner, and today was no exception.
As
they lay naked together, dripping sweat and surrendering to post-coital bliss,
Jack broached a delicate subject.
“Jill?”
he said softly.
“Hmmm?”
she replied, her head resting on his tight pecs.
“It’s
my birthday coming up. And I was wondering . . . “ he trailed off.
“Wondering
what?” she asked, raising her head to look into his eyes.
“I
was wondering if you’d really like to crush one of my balls.”
“No
way!”
“Yeah,
for reals. My birthday falls on a Saturday, and I was thinking we could spend
the whole day with you busting my nuts, and then taking one of them before going to bed.”
“Are
you sure you really want to do that? Won’t having one nut look weird if you
perform your routine in tight pants?”
“Naw,
I can get a neuticle. No one will be able to tell the difference.”
“What
about your other nut?”
“I
thought I’d give you that one as a wedding present.”
“Well,
OK. If you’re sure that’s what you want. Mmmm. I can just imagine how hard you’ll
cum when the ball actually bursts. I think I’ll scoop it up and save it for
making babies with.”
Jill
rose up, pushed back the bed covers and positioned herself between his legs. Jack’s
deflated cock was laying on his eight pack abs and she grabbed his legs under
the knee and pulled them towards his head, making his package stand out. Then,
while Jack held his own knees to himself, Jill began to methodically punch his
balls. Oh, it hurt so good. After being used for sex, his nuts were especially tender.
POW
POW POW. She aimed her knuckles into his two fat cherries.
“This,”
she said, “is just a shadow of what I intend to do to you come your birthday.
And I’m going to brutalize you every night until then.”
Jack
started to get hard again. It was going to be a fun week!
