Something new for you. Not terribly long, but hopefully long enough to wank off to.
cheers,
n.
NutTV
Neil
got out of his car, baking under the glare of a California
"I
already have Satellite Premium, thank you," said Neil.
"Very
good, but for just this month, we're having a special sale of fetish channels
for subscribers. Would you be interested in trying it out?" The solicitous
sales person smiled blandly at Neil.
"Fetish?"
"Yes,
you know, people into feet or hair or shoes. Stuff like that. Is there any
particular fetish you'd be interested in, sir?"
"As
a matter of fact I do. I like seeing guys getting pegged in the balls.
Nutshots. Nutcrushing force. Stuff like that."
"But
that's wonderful, sir. I have just what you need. We have a Ballbusting package
of 14 channels at a low, low additional price of $19.95 a month. We can have it
installed for you in less than 24 hours, seeing as you already have the
satellite."
"Yeah,
OK. I guess I'm down for that. What do I have to do?"
"Just
let me get your information and take this ticket with you when you check
out."
Neil
gave his information, continued to shop and went home. He turned his cell phone
on, and got a call in less than an hour that the chip would be inserted into
his satellite tomorrow at 8:00 am and to be home during that time. It was a
Saturday so no work, and the next morning Neil was there to receive the
technician. He was a good looking dude who told Neil that he would simply
install a second microchip and that the new channels would be 1001 to1014.
When
the man left, Neil took a shower. Neil was about 5'6", had a smooth toned
muscular body, and nice set of wedding tackle. Wearing nothing but a white
towel, he parked himself in the Lazy-Boy in front of the TV and settled down to
see what this "fetish" stuff was all about.
Neil
turned the TV on. 'click' . He opened up the main menu and looked for the new
channels. They were at the end of the list. Neil mentally ticked off what was
playing on each - The Houseboy's of Orange County, Nutball, Castration Rodeo,
Cooking with Cocks, Nutshots 2017, BDSM Central - flogging and ball crushing, The
Nut Connection, and several others.
'Hmmm,'
thought Neil, 'which to do first?' Neil decided on something sporty and chose "Fighting
Monks", not entirely sure what fighting monks had to do with ballbusting.
He chose the menu item and began to watch. What he saw was a line of monks, their
faces down, their legs spread and their hands behind their backs. The announcer
was saying that ball-tempering was an important element in the training of
monks. A martial arts master walked behind them and randomly kicked their balls
from the back. If the man fell, he was dismissed from training for the day. If
he stayed still, he was allowed to remain. Neil watched for a while as the
master walked up and down the line until nearly all the men had been kicked.
Each set of balls made a "THUNK" ing sound and Neil's cock began to
rise to attention. He could just see the outline of his own cockhead against
the white of the towel. However, he was convinced the could do better and went
to another channel.
This
time it was the Nut Connection. This turned out to be a romance game show where
four men participated in a series of questions and answers. One man asked
questions of three men he couldn't see, and if the answers received were not
what he had already written down then the responding man got a knee to the balls.
The three answerers were lined up, naked from the waist down, and their big fat
nuts hung there, ready to be kneed. The question guy would ask things like,
"What would me biggest turn on be for a date?" and the replies might
be , "A nice smile" or "A big package" or "I pay for
everything", then the questioner would reveal his answer, "Witty conversation".
All the answerers would moan, and prepared to have their nuts kneed, HARD. The
person doing the kneeing was a burly bouncer type with fat muscular thighs the
left little room for his targets to escape from. WHAM and the first man
coughed, WHAM and the second man moaned, WHAM and the third man's knees
quivered. Neil watched in appreciation as the men's dangling huevos were
bouncing and swinging with each knee thrust. The game was already half over and
the men were sweating bullets as their eggs were cracked.
Then
the whole thing went to commercial, so Neil changed channels again. This time
he went to something that sounded interesting - Nutball. Neil had played
nutball as a kid with his friends, and this was a good show. The first thing he
saw was three guys in speedos sitting on the floor with their legs overlapping
each other and one had a ball. He slammed it into the package of the guy to his
right, nailing him dead on, who then caught the ball on the rebound, and
slammed it into the package of the guy on his
right. OOF. That guy caught the ball, and slammed into the package of the first
guy. Neil loved watching their packages jiggle and how each guy's six pack
rippled when the ball made contact with their nuts.
The
scene changed and it was a group of boys surrounding two boys sitting a ways
and opposite each other on the floor. Each had a tennis ball, and was trying to
lob it across the room to hit the other guy's bollocks. When they missed it was
boring, but when they hit the guy hit would laugh and hold his nuts for a
while, trying to get his breath back and make the pain between his legs lessen.
This went on for a while, until the scene shifted again, to a locker room
shower situation when there was one guy, the victim, who was naked in the
showers, his chest up against the wall, while three guys behind him tried to
peg him in the nuts from behind with a racket-ball ball. It was pale blue and hard. SMACK when the ball into the
victims left buttcheek. It left a red mark. SMACK, this time it hit his lower
back. SMACK this time it bounced off the man's right thigh, and finally SMACK
hit his nut-sack dead on, smooshing it into the unforgiving tiled wall. The
poor dude groaned and slid down the wall to his knees to cradle his injured
jewels. Neil thought to himself, 'Now this
is hot'. Neil fully opened the white toweled wrapped around his legs and began
to stroke his own wood. He was already dripping a little precum, and he hefted
and squeezed his nuts a little to echo the nut torture he was seeing on screen.
This poor guy in the shower room got it in the nuts about six more times, and
the camera man zoomed in on his scrotum to show two swollen eggs in an angry
red scrotum. But then that scene shifted.
The
next nutball thing Neil saw was an all-adult faire where there was a shooting
gallery where you could shoot ping pong balls at a whole row of naked scrotums
on the other side. All you could see of the men were their balls, and it was
thrilling for people to come up, pay three dollars and watch them fire ping
pong balls at helpless man-purses. You got a prize if you could hit both nuts,
but not if you hit only one, three times in a row. The prizes were all stuffed
animals with huge, human-like genitalia. Naturally the camera man went behind
the scenes and showed six guys, chests flush with the wall, and their balls
stuffed through waste-high holes. The camera zoomed in on their faces as they got
hit, and it was usually a grimace. Ping pong
balls may not seem painful, but when they were fired rapidly they could cause a
lot of discomfort without causing any real damage.
It
was now time to see something with more cruelty, so naturally he switched to
the Houseboys of Orange-County. The first thing he saw upon the screen was a
rich looking gay guy sitting in a Lazy-Boy snap his fingers and a mostly naked Hispanic
boy rush over and refill his drink. The man spluttered into his now-iceless
drink.
"Edwardo,
there's no ice in this. I told you before about not having ice ready. Stand in front
of me and spread your legs." WHAM
The man kicked the poor boy in his ghoolies about as hard as he could and the
boy fell to his knees, holding himself. It was workplace abuse and it was, to
Neil, delicious. The cruel master took the boys leg, and lifted it so that the
boy was forced onto his back. The man took the other ankle and made a V with
it, and told the boy to move his hands, or he'd get it worse. Then the man
began to stomp on his servant's speedo clad crotch. STOMP STOMP STOMP. The boy
let out a high pitched wail and his hands clutched the thick luxurias carpet. Finally
the man got a little winded and stopped stomping, and the boy rolled over onto
his side and wretched.
Neil
was becoming seriously aroused and switched to something even more intense. The
BDSM channel. A hot young sub was strung up so that he was suspended at waist
height from the ceiling and that his balls hung down towards the floor. The dom
had a quirt and was smacking the poor boy's ball-sack with it. WHACK WHACK
WHACK. With each contact the boy's body jolted and his balls bounced, but he
was obviously enjoying the pain because he a had a full on erection which was
dribbling semen onto the floor over which he was suspended. WHACK WHACK WHACK.
A sort of methodical punishment, but one which made Neil randy! The dom stopped and reached out and squeezed and grated the
boy's rocks together. There was a muffled cry from the boy. Then the dom just took
one ball, the boy's right one, and squeezed it as hard as the could. You could
tell because the man's knuckles went white. The was a loud wail and some
sobbing, but amazingly the boys jewel remained intact. At this point a second
dom entered the scene, and the two burly doms sat in chairs on either side of
the boy, placed their black-booted feet up to the boy's scrotum, and began to
grind their shoes together and try and pop one or both of the boy's balls
between them. The camera zoomed in to highlight the boy's scrotum, and you
could see nut-meat oozing out from between the two boots. Meanwhile great ropes
of semen were jumping out of the boy's cock, and it dripped down to coat the
shoes. One of the doms took his boot and held it up to the boys hood covered
face, and make him lick his own cum off the shoe through the mouth-slit, then
it was right back to the grinding of the two boots, trying to make mince meat
out of the boy's gonads.
But
once again, they failed to pop anything, so this time the first dom lay
underneath the suspended teenager and began to kick the boy's dangling balls.
KICK KICK KICK-HOLD. After every three kicks the boot would stay there and
grind itself into the testicles, clearly trying to burst one. 'Poor kid'
thought Neil, but like all good subs, the boy was obviously looking forward to
some kind of explosive conclusion. Neil was also looking forward to some kind
explosive conclusion.
The
first dom paused in his kicking, and the second dom appeared (in a black hood
of his own) and placed a c-clamp around the boy's right ball. Then the dom
began to tighten the vice. The ball began to warp and bulge as the clamp became
ever tighter. Tighter and tighter it became until there was an audible
"SQUISH" sound which came from the boy's crotch and there was an
accompanying grunt from the teen. His testicle had just been ruptured, on
camera and for reals. Neil's whole body went cold and then flushed hot as this
was the first nut bursting he'd ever witnessed. His breath was now ragged, and
as he watched and stroked himself, the clamp was removed, and the cruel dom
from below began to kick the boy's ballbag just to further the pain of his one
destroyed and one good testicle. WHAM WHAM WHAM. The boy's penis shot volley
after volley of cum, and soon Neil could feel the tightening of his own scrotum
and his own cum boiled out of his prostate and spurted onto his flat, smooth
stomach. Neil moaned as he squeezed his own nuts. That glow of sex flushed his
whole body, from his beautiful feet all the way to his handsome face.
The
scene resolved itself with a close up of the sub's puffy scrotum, and Neil
finally finished stroking himself. Neil rubbed his stomach with one hand,
smearing his own cum around and making the pearly white stuff spread.
'Well,'
thought Neil as he turned off the TV, 'I guess it's time for another shower'.
