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It seems like Jill's story never ends. Perhaps that's the right of things. I still intend for her to meet a boyfriend. Eventually.
Jill Goes To College
Jill was 18, and ready to go to college. Her father was rich, and when Jill got into Harvard, he was quite willing to pay her tuition. But above and beyond that, he bought an aging three story frat-house to turn into her own home-base. His work crew fixed it up, and made it a money-maker for lodging to students. Jill, of course, then twisted it to her own ends. She ran an ad in the local paper, the Harvard Crimson. She offered residence in her house for only good-looking, muscular males, who could afford the rent, and strict obedience to her.
Josh Alexander Pushkin was one such student who saw the add and thought it sounded good. He applied at the house for an interview. He knocked on the door. He noted the snazzy black, white, and grey paintjob that gave the house a slim, sleek look. Very modern.
He was greeted by a shirtless guy with smooth tanned skin and muscled chest.
"Hi, I'm Josh. I've come about the room to let?"
"Oh, hi. Come on in. The Princess is in her office."
"Princess?"
"Yeah, that's what we call Jill. She's the hottest babe on campus, and likes her men sexy and compliant."
The inside of the house was sleek and minimalist. There were several couches, huge TVs, a stereo system, and a huge kitchen and dining room, and a bathroom. Several guys, some wearing as little as boxers, lounged around, reading, vaping or watching TV. It looked comfortable.
Josh followed his guide up to the second floor. Apparently, there were eight bedrooms in the house, one office, and two bathrooms. On up to the third floor. The guide walked up to a door and knocked. A sexy voice said, "Come!"
The door opened and Josh was ushered in. Josh's mouth dropped open. Jill was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. She had a perfect face, piercing blue eyes, blond hair done up in a bun, a huge rack and from what he could see, a sexy body. Jill smiled at him and showed off her bright-white teeth.
"You must be Josh. Have a seat."
Josh sat down. The chair was plush and comfy.
"Hi. I'm here about the room for let."
"Of course. Well, as you can see this is a quality establishment. When we're done here, we'll see the room."
"Oh, OK."
"So, you can afford the rent?"
"Oh, yes. My father is a district Judge in New York. He went to Harvard, and insisted I come here."
"What do you intend to pursue?"
"I was thinking pre-med. I think I'd like to be a pediatrician."
"How wonderful. I like altruistic people. And people with a vision for their future."
"Yeah, I like kids and I like helping people."
"Excellent. Now, this is a very comfortable place to live and is a very reasonable price IF you are willing to let me have complete control of your bits and pieces."
"My what?"
"You know, your cock and balls. They become my property as long as you live here. The upside is that I will occasionally allow you to give me head. AND if you are willing to give up either one, or both, testicles, my backer will pay your way through Harvard. How does that sound?"
"Uhm. Wow. Uh, well it sounds intense. I'm not sure I want to give up my manhood just to get through college."
"I can guarantee that it will be an exciting ride. Tell me, are you here on scholarships or loans?"
"Well, yes. I have several loans and a work study pass. And my parents are footing half of my bill."
"Then imagine graduating with no debt. It could happen easily, if you're willing to make two little sacrifices."
"But what if I want to have children later?"
"That's what sperm banks are for, silly. Just make a few deposits. And you can get Neuticles so no one knows you've lost your danglers. Take testosterone and you'll never even miss them!"
"Now," she continued, "Stand up and strip! I want to see what we're working with."
Slowly Josh stood and began to undress. Jill stood also and helped him. His chest was revealed to be smooth and muscular with tiny nips and rippling abs. He had a narrow waist and as his pants and then underpants came off was revealed to have a nice size pecker and some monster balls. Jill was pleased.
"These are easily the largest nuts in the house. I will enjoy working them over." She grasped his cahones and rolled them around, then she jacked his dick. It was cut with a nice big head, sizeable girth, and decent length. Jill kneeled before it and began to give Josh some head. She was as skilled with sucking cock as she was destroying balls. Josh moaned in pleasure, but noticed that she was squeezing his scrotum with one hand. It was uncomfortable.
It's said that there's nothing stupider in the world than a male with an erection, and this is a truth that Jill relied on. She found that men would do anything she wanted for a little attention to their sexual needs. She sucked and sucked on his knob, without any difficulty, until his body shuddered and his cum splashed down her throat and Josh moaned because the hand on his nuts was like a vice. Jill swallowed and then stood up and stroked his slick member. Josh was trembling, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.
Jill walked back behind her desk. She sat down smartly. "So, do we have a deal? Will you sign this contract?"
The naked freshman sunk back into his chair and nodded weakly.
"Good! Sign here." Jill held out a pen and the still naked male signed on the dotted line.
"Excellent. Put your cloths back on and I'll show you your room."
Slowly Josh reassembled his kit and became a disheveled but clothed human being once again.
"Follow me." Jill let him out the office door and to the right, down a hallway. She ushered him into a room that was decent sized, already outfitted with a single bed, a desk and chair, a bookcase, a bureau and a mini-fridge.
"There are two refrigerators downstairs, two ovens, a microwave on each floor, a TV and a shower on the top two levels. The rules of the house are: don't litter, clean up after yourself, take a shower every day, and only masturbate with my permission. Further you will submit yourself to any punishment or ballbusting activity that I decide on."
"I can't jack off?"
"Not without my permission or at my direction. There are cameras in every room, including the showers, and I will be watching at all times. Additionally, you'll be wearing one of these chastity belts to make sure you have no unauthorized pleasure. I alone will keep the key." Josh's shoulders slumped. Was this going to be heaven? Or hell?
Jill held up a metal jockstrap that looked like Iron Man's codpiece. "Go ahead and drop your drawers. I'll put it on." With resignation, Josh pulled everything down and she outfitted him with it. The lock was built in, and it was clear he could pee but not otherwise touch his dick. His balls were split but otherwise free.
"Good. Here's the key to the front door. Move in as you like. Cheers!"
Over the next week Josh moved in. He met all the other guys in the house. All were white guys with buff bodies and ample wedding tackle. Josh settled in.
Every morning, Jill went around and woke all the guys up by reaching under their blankets and squeezing their nuts until nutmeat oozed between her fingers. All the guys trooped down to the ground floor and stood in a line, naked and bent over, while Jill came behind them and rammed her knee into their dangling knackers. Over and over. Then she'd switch to kicking them, quite forcefully, until the guy either fell or puked. Or both.
Each morning she'd choose one of them to come up to her office and service her tight, smooth snatch, and then she'd let that guy cum. Other than that, it was a no-semen environment. Josh found his chastity device difficult because if he got a stiffy it had no room to expand, and it hurt. And when he was in his first week of classes, he found the device, which was like a jock strap, cutting off his circulation as he sat in a lecture hall. Josh suffered in silence.
At night he would study and work on assignments, but Jill would randomly choose guys to perform testicle torture on, and when she chose him, he knew his free time would be spent lying in bed, clutching his aching gonads. The first time it happened, she just kicked and punched his balls. Later, she branched out into more diabolical methods, like needles connected to a car battery or acrylic presses which nearly split his nuts at their seams. Jill's bedroom was half sleeping space, half dungeon. It had a huge bed, soft and comfy, but also chains, straps and paraphernalia for torturing males.
This pattern went on for several months until Christmas break. Josh decided to stay and not go home, and so did Jill. All the other guys got to take off their belts and have sexual freedom for a few weeks, but not Josh. With no homework, Jill and Josh found other ways to fill the time.
Each morning, he had to come naked into her room and wait for her to wake up. When she finally stirred, he presented his testicles to her for her to grope them, squeeze them, and finally hit, slap or suck on. This escalated to a mixed shower where Josh had to wash and worship Jill's body and if he got an erection Jill kneed him in the nuts until it deflated. Then Josh had to dry her with a warm, fluffy towel and then put white fuzzy socks on her and help her get into some skimpy pink undergarments.
Jill had a ball collar that administered an electric shock that was very painful, and she'd put it on Josh, and then had him do house chores; cleaning, vacuuming and such. Jill would set the dial on the remote so that Josh received a shock every thirty to sixty seconds, and just for fun she'd use the manual override and do a prolonged shock for a full two minutes. Hearing him yell from downstairs was loads of fun.
Josh then had to make her lunch, serve it and wait for her to finish, during which time she'd often use one hand to grate his balls until they'd swelled to twice their normal size.
Later she'd let Josh watch TV for a while or play on his computer, but invariable she'd get horny and make Josh lick her to orgasm for several hours. His tongue was perpetually sore and raw, and his face covered in sticky woman-goo. This happened for two and half weeks, but at that point Jill upped the ante. She made a deal with Josh. If he'd give up his nuts he could fuck her, with a condom on, for the remaining nights before Christmas. On Christmas he'd have to sacrifice his manhood to her, and Josh reluctantly agreed. Jill was beyond beautiful and she was the first female to be physically intimate with him. While he didn't enjoy the ballbusting, he did like the idea of losing his virginity. After some encouragement from Jill, which was a blowjob, he agreed.
Three nights of sex was hot, and Jill was a minx in bed, but she always had surprises for him, busting his balls at random moments. On Christmas morning, jill let Josh sleep in. When he came downstairs, he found some strange items and a note. It said, "Josh, please use these items to clean out your colon, and come up to my bedroom. Instructions on how to use them follows . . ." Then there were some instructions. He had to go to the downstairs bathroom and shove an enema up his ass and use douche to clean out his colon. Then he emptied a bottle of lube into his shoot and went upstairs, feeling quite strange inside. Jill opened the door and made him get on the bed on all fours. She attached a humbler to his nuts and positioned herself behind him. He felt something poke itself into his hole, and then plunge all the way inside him. It was cold and smooth.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm raping your hole with my brother's detached penis."
"His WHAT???"
"When I turned 18 my brother sacrificed his cock and balls to me. His dick is plated it gold, and I find it fun to fuck straight guys with it. Tell me how it feels."
"Nnngg. It feels weird. Like a tickling sensation."
"That's your prostate."
"Hhhnnnngg. It feels like I've got to take a massive dump."
"Yeah, the descending colon can't tell the difference between something big coming in and something big going out. Pity really that the ass isn't as nice to be fucked as a pussy, but meh, that's the cross gay men have to bear."
"How long are going to do this?"
"Until I tire of seeing you suffer." Jill started to squeeze his eggs trapped in the humbler. Josh moaned. This went on for close to an hour. Strange that he'd lost his virginity twice in four days. Once with a woman, and now with a boy's detached dick.
After that, and after Josh could clean himself up, and tied up his cahones with bows, as instructed, and met him downstairs. She had a syringe and a bottle of Tabasco, as well as some acrylic plates.
Jill handcuffed his hands behind him and had him sit down on the sofa. She told him to spread his legs. Then she filled the syringe with red hot sauce and plunged it deeply into each ball. Seconds later Josh screamed; a shrill ululation of pure misery. His testicles were on FIRE. Then she put each one in a press. Then she began to give him a blowjob. She smoked his pole for all she was worth. He came three times, each one more agonizing that the last, and Jill licked her lips at the taste of Tabasco flavored cum. After each spurt of jizz Jill would tighten the ball presses until his nuts went from pink to white and looked ready to split.
Josh nearly passed out from the painful pleasure he was forced to endure and vaguely wondered how painful it would be to become a eunuch.
Jill let him recover a bit, and then took the presses off. She uncuffed his hands and then scootched the coffee table to be flush with the couch and used ropes to tie his arms and legs open, tied to eyehooks strategically placed around the living room which he'd never noticed before. Jill laid his eggs flush with the wooden table and got up on it.
"I'm going to step on your balls until they pop. Then I'm going to cut them off and eat them for Christmas dinner. Now, I want to hear some enthusiasm from you. Tell me how much you want me to rupture your nads."
Josh gurgled. He was barely conscious. His whole body ached, his nuts were burning, and his lower stomach was filled with nut-pain. Jill placed her heels on his nuts and began to squash them.
"TELL ME!" she commanded.
"NNNGGGGG. Oh fuck, fuck yeah, squash my balls. Please make me a woman. AAAAHHH. OH MY GOD. MY BALLS!!!"
Jill was fucking herself with her brother's dick and her body weight was easily squashing his gonads. Down, down, down she sunk until with a POP the two testicles burst in their sack. Josh yelled and then started crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks while Jil began to smoosh around his testicles into nut-pulp. SMUSH, SMUSH, SMUSH. The crying continued. Josh's body began to convulse and twitch until it went still.
Jill came over and over and when she'd had enough, she hopped down, breathing hard, and went to the kitchen to get a knife.
"Meat always tastes better when its had time to marinade," she said to herself.
