Monday, August 22, 2016

IF YOU'RE NEW TO THIS BLOG

This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 78 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other month's/year's stories.

Looking at the body of my work, most stories are f/m of one variety or another, and that's because although I identify as gay, I actually prefer to write and read f/m stories. Currently I try to alternate between f/m and m/m stories (more or less).

Most stories don't have pictures associated with them, and that's because I rarely have a real life person in mind when I create characters, plus I like people to plug in their own mental image of what a guy or girl's character looks like.

I have a wide variety of stories that include many different fetishes, scenarios and participants. You just have to search for them.

I also encourage everyone to comment on stories and start conversations. I almost always respond to comments.

Hope that's helpful.

Cheers,

nicholas

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

(FM/m) Hahreem Part 2 - NEW!

Part 2 of the Hahreem series. Hope it pleases.

n.


Hahreem Part 2

 

Xeiva lounged languidly on her dais, a gilded throne with cushions heaped on it so that she could lie down instead of sit. On either side were two handsome guards and at her feet, equally languid was her pet leopard - a muscular cat with dangerous teeth and beautiful  green eyes.

 

Xeiva was dressed in a silk shift with an overlay of satin, she had a beautiful nose ring and an emerald anklet with jeweled sandals on her gorgeous feet, small and delicate. She had previously ordered a servant to go and finally fetch the young Jahmine Temujin, former king of Roihas. It had been three months, and by now, the Empress was sure that he had sufficiently "conditioned" for being her servant, nee slave. The cleverness of the thing was that inserted into her male hahreem  were specially trained servants whose job it was to brain wash its members into linking pain with pleasure. It was their duty to make sure that each new male was able to expect, enjoy and savor pain by linking it intimately with sexual ecstasy. As Jahmine was brought into the room, Xeiva could see traces of the hardening torture that he had endured and now, presumable, expected in his new life. In his eyes she could see conflicting emotions but his body language was still defiant. Since his incarceration he had bulked up, his head was almost shaved and had some new scars and bruises on his person, but he was no less handsome for them.

 

"Well now, let's have a look at you." Xeiva got up and circled her new sex slave, a man built of royal flesh and royal ego but now no more than a sexy play toy for his mistress. He was clad only in a leather jock strap and his bulge, even now, was impressive. Xeiva let her eyes drift over his muscles, his perfect male form and his ample assets. So wonderful, so impressive, but she must see where his loyalties now lay.

 

She whispered into his ear from behind, "Spread your legs for me, slave." She could see his head drop a bit. Presumably his eyes had closed and he was processing her request. Stiffly his legs widened.

 

"Good. Now, beg me to kick your privates."

 

Haltingly, softly he murmured "Kick me, great mistress."

 

"Why what a sweet thing to offer." She stood in front of him and then smashed her jeweled foot into his big bulge. The bulge jiggled madly and Jahmine coughed a bit. "You see," she said. "It's not all that difficult to please me. Come and sit with me, and we shall be entertained." Xeiva clapped her hands as she lay down and the chamber orchestra started up a lively tune, while male and female dancers capered and cavorted in front of them. This went on for a while until Shan, Xeiva's leopard began to seem restless. Xeiva snapped her fingers and motioned for her chamberlain. "Shan is hungry. Send in a feeding slave."

 

The "feeding slave" turned out to be a well muscled, oiled naked man with a huge set of wedding tackle swinging between his legs. The man loped in and then went and kneeled before the cat, presenting his cock and balls to the beast. The leopard immediately began to lick the man's cock and balls until the man developed an erection. Then, the slave began to stroke his woody while the cat licked his heavy balls. LICK LICK LICK, STROKE STROKE STROKE. The feeding slaved moaned loudly and Jahmine could also see his dick-head swelling. He was close. Just as he was about to cum, he rubbed the big cat's mouth with his cock so that Shan would accept it, and the man ejaculated down the cat's throat. The big leopard purred deeply at this. Then, while the man became quite still, the cat began to chew on the man's big dick, first gnawing off the man's purple helmet and then further down until it had eaten the man's whole penis. Then it started licking the man's ballsack and chewed an opening on each side so that the testicles could drop through. The man's head was thrashing, but his body remained still. The leopard began to chew on first the man's larger left testicle until it had been completely consumed, and then it started on the right one. Everyone close to the pair could hear the cat's canine's piercing ball-flesh with a crisp "snap". Then it chewed the tough man oyster until it was gone. The man collapsed, moaning, and several other strong slaves gathered him up and carried him away, to be sent to the salt mines like all the other used up slaves.

 

Xeiva clustered around her pet and stroked its head while it purred and licked its lips. While its mouth was still limed with the remnants of the man's baby-makers, Xeiva coaxed the leopard up and she spread her own legs. The cat began to lick her snatch, which was wet from having watched the slave's emasculation. Shan's rough tongue made her tingle all over and this pussy on pussy action continued until she had experienced several juicy orgasms.

 

"If only you men had tongues like that," murmured Xeiva as the cat resumed its place on the dais. "Do you see, Jahmine, how all here serve my pleasure?" There was a dubious look in his eyes. "Don't worry, you will, soon enough." she said to him.

 

"Tomorrow," she continued, "We will hold a Crush-ball game and you will pleasure me while it goes on. That is all, for now, you may leave me." Xeiva motioned slightly and two guards came and led Jahmine back to the hahreem.

 

The next day found Jahmine summoned not to the throne room, but instead to the amphitheatre at the back of the hahreem. Tier up on tier was host to hundreds of men, and there was a special box set up at about dead middle where Xeiva would be. Jahmine was dragged along by his "escort" until they'd reached the box. Inside was the Empress, reclining on a mound of pillows with four males already attending to her. Some were massaging her feet, others were giving her a manicure, But Jahmine would be servicing, well, her feminine parts, he assumed. He didn't know what a "Crush-ball game" was nor had he spent much time pleasuring women. Usually the woman was pleasuring him, so this would be a new experience.

 

"Come young king, lay between my legs and have a 'let's meet' with my fertile valley. I will direct your progress." Jahmine did as instructed and got face to face with her hairless slit. The thing smelled of jasmine and was already dripping in anticipation of what was to come - brutal ballbusting in the ring. Jahmine started to lap at her snatch while the other men offered their balls to Xeiva to fondle while she watched. She had a set of balls in each hand, and one set each between her toes. The amphitheatre darkened and a man walked to the center of the floor. He was the announcer.

 

"Tonight we have the defending champion, David of Arganoth who has won seven consecutive victories, pitted against a new boy, Peter of Gath. The rules are simple. Whomsoever is able to land three separate strikes against the opponent's balls wins, and gets to destroy the other man's bits and pieces as he desires. The participants will be naked except for boots and the will each be issued a bat with which to brutalize their opponent. Please Welcome DAVID," and the crowd cheered. David was a 6'10" man with a ripped body and sandy blond hair. His blue eyes surveyed the crowd and he nodded acknowledgement of his accomplishments but refused to be overly drawn out by them.

 

"And tonight's newest participant, PETER!" Peter turned out to be a shortish young man with a gymnast's body and light brown hair, cut short. Both men were naked, oiled and carrying their bats. The bats were like staves which had each end wrapped in white cloth so that bludgeoning damage could be dealt without breaking bones or the skin. The bats looked like huge Q-tips. The two combatants faced off in the center of the sand covered floor, and the announcer exited, stage left. A hush fell over the crowd. Then Xeiva's voice could be distinctly heard, "Let the battle begin, boys!"

 

The two males circled each other, each looking for a sign of weakness to exploit, each trying to anticipate the other's first moves. It began when Peter aimed a blow at David's head which David blocked with one end of his bat and followed up a repost at Peter's left knee, hoping to make the thing buckle. Peter dodged aside and they resumed circling.

 

Next David launched a series of hits, coming at all angles, to destabilize his opponent and catch him off guard. It worked slightly as Peter had to deflect so many hits, and when his arms were raised to deflect blows coming to his head, it left his crotch open and WHAM David's bat caught him squarely in the nads. First point scored for David. The men retreated to opposite sides of the stage to regroup. Peter had one hand between his legs, nursing his nuts, while David strode confidently back to the center stage for round two.

 

This time Peter kept his head low, by semi-crouching. David was unperturbed. He circled Peter while Peter merely pivoted in place. His über defensive position although a seeming safe bet, would not prevent the destruction of his two most prized possessions. David made a false move, apparently aiming a blow at Peter's right arm, but then switched at the last minute to hit Peter's left hand - to smash the finger's holding his bat. It was a direct score and Peter dropped the left side of his bat in surprise and pain. David swatted the young man's right hand and in seconds Peter's bat was on the sandy floor. David had an open field and with a SMACK cracked his bat right between Peter's legs to peg the guy's soft balls. Peter folded instantly into a ball of abject pain, hands between his legs, and in the fetal position. Second point to David.

 

Jahmine, meanwhile was lapping away at Xeiva's jasmine scented snatch. It wasn't half bad, he thought to himself. The Empress was moaning and writhing while she watched the game through half-closed lids. She was squeezing the ball-bags in her hands, pushing her toes into the ones at her feet, and pressing her pelvis up to drown her young king's face into her perfectly formed crevice.

 

It was minutes before Peter could get back on his feet. By now he was sweating, both from pain and from anticipation. He obviously was reevaluating his game plan as he was only one point away from losing. He now appeared to be going all offensive. Hopping in place and moving back and forth to provide a moving target to his much larger opponent. David took it all in stride and was unruffled. Peter let loose with a flurry of volleys all of which David successfully blocked. David returned the favor with a series of blows followed up by a full force smash with his bat which knocked his enemy off to the side, but before David could use that to his advantage, Peter jumped up and recentered himself.

 

The crowd meanwhile, was going nuts. An all male group, each guy was naked, pumped and hard. At lot of the guys were giving each other hand jobs while they watched the action, and a few were even giving head. Each time a point was scored the audience went wild with cheering and whoops and glee. They couldn't wait for David to nut this little punk, and for their Empress to get off on it.

 

Peter appeared to be slightly injured from his fall, and had a limp as he moved as far out of range of David as he could. David followed, his massive form towering over Peter. This would be his end. David aimed a jab of the pointed end of his bat straight at Peter's chest. Peter blocked with his left side up. But David used the momentum of the thrust to turn in place and like an action/reaction experiment brought about a repost to Peter's left side, smashing the young man's left side with a two handed hit. This was followed by a tremendous blow to Peter's right temple, and a final blow to Peter's left hip. The boy went down, and David went in for the kill. As the boy's body hit the sands his legs opened and his balls became the main target. WHAM David smashed his opponents' balls into the sand. Peter immediately sat up, and then vomited from the pain. David raised his arms in triumph and the crows roared it's approval. The rules of the game were quite clear, David now got to neuter his opponent in any way he saw fit to. David motioned for the assistants, who hovered just outside the ring, to bind Peter's hands and blind fold him, which they did, then they set the young man on his knees. Peter's cock and balls hung down and were ready for their own demise. David decided he was going to kick the boy's balls into mush, and that's exactly what he did, He stood behind the boy, launching kick after toe kick to the hanging huevos The crowd was milking its collective hardon for all its worth and Xeiva was eager to hear Peter's nuts go "SQUISH".

 

WHAM WHAM WHAM. Peter was drooling onto the sand and couldn't believe that ten minutes ago he was whole man, but now was doomed to the life of a neuter. To be sent off to the salt mines of Adaban like all the other used up hahreem slaves. WHAM WHAM WHAM more and more punts to the dangling cahones, until with a superbly placed kick by David, first one, then the other nut exploded in its sack SPLAT, and Peter was a man no more. Everyone in the crowd came, and so did the Empress, her body shuddering with ecstasy. Once more David had pleased her with a victory, and he would be rewarded with gifts and gold and servants, marking him as the Empress's favorite minion. Jahmine nearly choked on the flood of juices which coated both his tongue and his face, and he felt Xeiva's hands come up and force his face ever deeper into her. She came again, and then again, while the crowd was stroking the last dribbles of cum from their dicks. Finally there was moment of stillness, as everyone relaxed into bliss.

 

Xeiva looked down at Jahmine. "Very good, my young king. You have pleased me, and pleased me well. Perhaps there is hope for you yet. Or perhaps I should pit you against David, to see how good your battle experience is. Would you like that, young king, to be humiliated in front of a group of men? And to feel your balls explode for my pleasure? Well, we will see. Your career in my hahreem has just begun!"

Friday, June 17, 2016

(f/m) Highschool: Socks'n'balls - NEW!

So here's the story I submitted to Knaves story contest. He gave me permission to post it on my site, and since the contest is over, I thought I'd post it now. It's short, and sweet and has lots of fuzzy socks in it.

Hope it pleases,

cheers,

n.


Highschool: Socks'n'balls

 

Diana and Chris had been dating for about two years now, since sophomore year, and in that time they had grown together as they learned about what it meant to be in a stable relationship. While their peers were switching partners every three weeks, Diana and Chris were learning how to compromise, trust, let go and renew their love day by day by day.

 

Diana's issues were centered around which college she should ultimately go to and what career she should be seeking, while Chris was working on his athletics (and whether he could get to the Rio Olympics in track and field), and overall identity as a person. Part of that identity was sex and Chris had two things he wanted to explore: socks and ballbusting. Ever since he was a child he'd wanted girls in fluffy socks to kick him between the legs for all they were worth. He wanted to feel pedicured toes punt him squarely in the nuts, or heck, even pop a ball or two! I mean why not, right? Chris loved Diana, and he loved so much about her. Her sweet smelling brown hair, her limpid hazel eyes, her cherry red lips and her overall fashion sense. And every month Chris bought her a new pair of fuzzy socks which he insisted he apply to her each and every time he got her a new pair. But he never told her why, and it wasn't until just recently that he divulged the rest of his fetish to her. He had to be certain that it didn't warp or pervert their relationship.

 

It was on a warm summer day during the school break that Chris opened up to Diana. They were sitting in the park. There was a cool breeze and they were sitting together under a huge old maple tree.

 

"Diana," he started, tentatively, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

 

Diana gave him a smile and looked up from her novel. "Sure, what is it."

 

"Well, you know all those socks I've been getting you?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Well they're for a greater purpose, and not just because I know you like new socks."

 

"A greater purpose? What do you mean?"

 

"Uhm, what I mean is for a long time now I've been wondering what it would be like to have you kick me in the nuts with them on. I mean, I know it sounds strange, but to me, at least, it also sounds sexy. And since it's not intercourse, neither of us could get in trouble for doing it. I could stand there, my legs spread wide, fully clothed and you could punt me square in the nuts and I'd love it! Seriously."

 

Diana cocked her head and looked at him for a few moments, and then slowly a smile broke over her lips and she actually laughed. A rich, wonderful laugh. "Chris, I have something I need to tell you too. For the longest time now, I've been wondering what it would be like to ram my toes into some guy's poor nuts. I hadn't considered what I'd be wearing when I did so, but fuzzy socks sound just fine to me."

 

Chris's eyes went wide. "You're joking."

 

Diana shook her head. "Nope not at all. I've seen so many movies where guys get pegged in their privates and it always gave me an illicit thrill, although I never knew why. Until we had health class and I learned about those delicate little things you have between your legs. And then it dawned on my that I've always wanted to see them destroyed. Or at least owned."

 

Chris gave a cry of joy and hugged Diana fiercely. She returned the hug. It would seem that they were truly made for one another. Fast forward a month, still in summer break, and Diana and Chris were to be found at Diana's house when her parents had gone away on a second honey moon. During the daytime the two lovebirds had a house all to themselves, and they made the most of it. They started off with simple experiments. Chris would kneel before Diana and take her naked feet and gently slip on some lovely fuzzy socks, the colors varied each time, and then he would slip off his pants until he was in his boxer-brief underwear, put his hands behind his head, spread his legs and let his girlfriend go to work on his nuts.

 

Diana, for her part, liked to tease Chris a little by walking up to him and gently rubbing his crotch, just to see him get a little excited, then she'd back up, aim, and fire a good solid foot right into his plums. Chris would let out an "Ooof" and sway a little, sometimes drop, then get back up and let her have another go. Sessions could last anywhere from ten minutes to almost a half-hour before the pain got too bad for Chris to continue. Then they'd take a break, maybe go for a dip in the pool, or have a make-out session which involved a lot of French kissing. But being well behaved, it never went as far as sex.

 

At one point, on one of the days, Chris asked her to squeeze one or both of his testicles during their sessions, and it let Diana become more intimately familiar with what a guy carries between his legs. As she squeezed and kneaded his nuts, Chris told her about the epididymis, the prostate, the seminal vesicles and what it was like to have a penis. She listened with rapt attention and explored his privates through the thin material of his underwear.

 

What was most fun was kicking Chris from different positions. Standing up, on his knees, on his hands and knees, in the pool, etc. And what Chris particularly enjoyed was putting on a new pair of colored socks on Diana for each position. Peach colored for standing, rose for on the ground, purple for on the stairs, and so forth.

 

By the end of that weekend, Diana had come to feel like she sort of owned Chris, or at least his nuts, and she was eager to take it to the next level.

 

Fast forward another two weeks, and it found Diana and Chris together in the town library working on personal research. They used books, they trawled the internet, trying to find out all the things you could do to a man's balls and bring him pain. They discovered needles and weights, and presses/vices and filling the ball with saline, and all sorts of cruel and delicious tricks. Chris was a little leery of doing any permanent damage to himself so young in his life, but Diana felt that they should at least try to do something more interesting than plain kicking.

 

So, Diana toddled off to Walgreens to buy some hatpins (does anyone even wear hats these days?) That weekend her parents had gone off to see relatives, but Diana said she wanted to stay at home. So they let her. Chris came over and Diana showed her the setup. A wooden chair, lots of straps, a gag made of two balled up fuzzy socks and some rubbing alcohol. Chris got undressed, and a little nervous, and then he let himself be tied to the chair. Diana shoved the socks into his mouth, and set about sterilizing the pins and his nuts. This was the first time she'd seen his balls. And his dick. And she watched how he got a boner from her handling his privates. She stroked and then smacked his wiener a bit just to see it bob. 'Man, men's bodies are truly a wonder' she thought to herself. Then she held up the first sterilized pin so he could see it, and then watched him watch it as she slid it into his big, fat left nut. There was an explosion of air from his nostrils. Then a second pin. Then a third. His left nut looked like a shishkebab. Then it was time for his right ball. First one pin, then another, and then a third and fourth. She was skewering his balls, and man did it hurt, but despite the pain, Chris maintained his erection. And just to be extra cruel, Diana decided to flick the exposed pearled ends of the pins with her fingers. Chris jumped and moaned in his throat after each one. Then Diana pulled out the pins, and doused his whole sack with more alcohol, and wrapped his scrotum up in gauze. However, later in the day, when he'd recovered, she had him put some more socks, pink ones this time, and she kicked and slapped the dangling jewels that she'd perforated only that morning.

 

That evening Chris asked for something special. He asked Diana to kick him while he jacked off and then came. She agreed since she'd never seen an ejaculation before, and was intrigued by the idea of sticky white stuff spurting out of his body. Chris reverently slipped Diana's feet into some baby-blue cashmere socks and then sank to his knees and began to stroke himself, looking up at her. She was SO beautiful and she was enjoying herself SO much. It was just too perfect. He stroked and as she looked down at him, she began to methodically punt his cahones. THUNK THUNK THUNK. Chris started out slowly but then went faster and faster, and in response Diana went faster with her kicking. Oh, the pain, it was terrible, yes, but sweet too. Like a broken tooth.

 

"Oh My GOD Diana, i'm going to cum, kick me harder!" WHAM WHAM WHAM was the response. And in a few minutes Chris's whole muscular, sexy body shuddered, and his sperm spurted onto the white carpet. Diana watched in fascination. When the last little dribble of cum seeped from his cock-head, Chris collapsed in a heap of pleasurable torment, and Diana bent down to cradle his head.

 

"There, there," she said. "If you thought that was something, just wait until we graduate. You're going to give me one of your balls in celebration!"

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Youtube Video on BB

A not particularly enlightening video on ballbusting fetish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3LDID3E8ew

cheers!

n.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

(FFFFFF/M) The Bursting - NEW!

I do so love historical BB/TT stories, so here's one for you. Enjoy!

n.



The Bursting

 

Benedicia, the high priestess of Vesta looked down from her dais. Her silky black hair fell over one shoulder and she brushed it aside. The man in front of her, at the bottom of the stairs, was clothed in a simple white robe which hid his assets and his muscular body. He was flanked by two sisters of the order who were his guards and guides, and they introduced him to their mistress.

 

"This is Marcus, mistress. He has come to us so that he may sacrifice his manhood to the Goddess. He wishes to experience the ultimate ecstasy of the 'The Bursting'."

 

"I see," remarked Benedicia. "And what is it that he is offering? Let us see his sacrifice."

 

The blond priestess to his right undid his sash and disrobed him. His body was perfect, flawless. Smooth, muscular and hung. His flaccid member was seven inches and thick and lay over two enormous ovals, his testicles. They were massive too, and they hung there like two peaches - round, succulent and vulnerable.

 

"Very nice," said Benedicia as she got up and walked down the stairs. She stopped in front of Marcus. Slowly she raised her hands and ran them over his handsome face, down the neck, across his pecs, over his washboard abs, down the flat of his pelvis and came to cup his balls. They were beautiful and among the largest she'd ever seen on a human. There were animals that had larger, like cows and horses, but these were massive, and would be a fitting tribute to the Goddess.

 

She looked into his green eyes and searched them. "Do you realize what you are about to do?"

 

His voice was deep and husky, "I do, mistress. I want to experience the ultimate ejaculation in service to your order. I wish it with all my heart that the Goddess should have my balls." Benedicia rolled his nuts around in her hand, and they did not shrivel or retreat. This man meant what he said, and was obviously desirous of becoming a eunuch.

 

"Very well," she said. "First you will experience pleasure unlike any other, but you will be denied release. Then you shall be tortured and endure pain unlike like any other, but again denied release. And finally, you shall have your balls burst and when that happens you will cum like a chariot-horse and most likely die from the pain. I wish you well, young man." The beautiful priestess gave his ball sack a light slap and resumed sitting on her throne.

 

"Take him to the bed chamber," she said.

 

"Your will, mistress," said the blond priestess.

 

The still naked Marcus was guided to a whole different wing of the temple where a huge bed, fitted with silver satin sheets and feather pillows was laid out. On the bed was a barely clothed woman of stunning beauty. She had long curly black hair, perfectly smooth tan skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Her breasts were large, firm and perfectly formed. Her snatch was shaved and pink. If there was ever a woman ready to please a man, it was she. Naturally Marcus let himself get erect and sexually excited. He was already naked and felt no shame in showing his arousal. This would be the fun part of the day.

 

He was pulled over to the bed by his escorts and Marcus noticed that the woman on the bed had a long length of cord in her hand. She spoke.

 

"Noble male, this is a length of wet leather cord. I will tie up your verpa and cōleī [penis and testicles] with it and as it dries it will shrink into a tight bind that will prevent you from releasing your pleasure. It will also hurt, although this is just a taste of the pain you will endure tonight." First she tied around his whole package, then one ball, then the other and then finally around his cock. When it was nice and tight she tied it off. His already massive cock now reached nine inches long, and its bulbous head was nice and purple. And his balls, well they had started to swell too. Nicely.

 

The woman spoke again. "I am Naticha and this is Callisto and Dulcea," she said, pointing to his two chaperones. "We are here to pleasure you." As Marcus stood in front of her, she sucked in his engorged shaft and began to give him expert head, while the priestess on ether side of him undressed and began to kiss and lick his whole body. They guided him to lay down. Naticha concentrated on his member, Callisto his lips and Dulcea his nipples.

 

Like any hot-blooded Roman man, Marcus was at ease with women worshiping his body, but these weren't just any women. These were holy priestesses. One cut below royalty, so it was an honor just to be in their presence. In addition to that, this whole exercise in sacrifice was about purging his bloodline of shame and ignominy for getting on the wrong side of the Senate and loosing their positions of power within the Empire. Of all his brothers, Marcus had been chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice to the Goddess and thus assure his family would reclaim their success through divine intercession. And he was glad to do it, for it was said that an hour with a Vesta priestess was like being in Elysian and that the final release when his balls were crushed would be a release unlike any other.

 

Callisto stopped kissing Marcus and left the bed to go drip her hand into a large amphora in the corner, full of olive oil. She took some and smeared and oiled up Marcus's whole body, including his cock and balls. Natisha stopped sucking him off to watch his member become slick and shiny with oil. She then took off her diaphanous toga to expose her breasts to him and mounted him. Her cunny quivered and she shivered a bit as his huge cock slid inside her. Marcus moaned, but that moan was soon muffled as Dulcea slipped out of her own gauzy toga and made Marcus suck on her nipples, pushing her plump pillows into his face and watching him worship her breasts.

 

Natisha began to slowly ride her young buck while the other two priestesses worshiped his body or let Marcus worship theirs. At one point Dulcea mounted Marcus's face so that he could eat her out. Which he did, with great enthusiasm. The women worked his body over, all of them slick with oil, and full of engorged body parts - erect nipples, flushed skin, and quivering genitals. This went on for at least an hour. Each woman took turns having his dick inside them, and each took turns letting his tongue lash their caves but no matter how hard he tried, Marcus just couldn't cum. It was like there was a vice around his man parts and he was unable to experience a release, despite the fact that he normally came within fifteen minutes of fucking a woman. When all four of them were finally exhausted, the women from their orgasms and Marcus from providing them, it was time to move on to the painful part of the sacrifice.

 

The three women got off the bed and two new women entered the room.

 

"This is Flavia and Jessamine. They will execute the next part of your experience." The two women guided Marcus with his face and dick red from over-use out the door and through some hallways to another room. Inside were shackles. They attached them to Marcus's wrists and ankles and then Flavia turned a winch which lifted Marcus off the ground and suspended him, buck naked, in mid air. His bound up cock and balls swayed between his stretched out legs. Marcus expected them to immediately begin to torture him. But instead they brought out pots of henna oil and brushes and began to paint his naked body. It took another hour but eventually his whole, smooth beautifully muscular body was painted with swirls and mystic red markings of Vesta. Throughout the painting his dick stayed hard from the cord wrapped around it, and they even painted it.

 

When the painting was finished a small group of women came in, several of which had instruments and they began to play a lively Roman religious tune. Flavia and Jessamine attached metal anklets to their feet and began to dance, Flavia in front of Marcus and Jessamine behind. The women danced and then at crucial points began to kick, slap or punch Marcus's bound up balls. TINKLE TINKLE. The anklets rattled each time their respective feet made contact with Marcus's goods. As the music got louder and more intense, so did the ballbusting. WHAM WHAM WHAM, TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE. Marcus's balls began to swell and turn an angry red, and he started to grunt loudly with each punt, but no matter what the women kept dancing. The music and torture became relentless. Balls were kicked, smashed, slapped and even briefly squeezed. Were he not in such pain, Marcus would probably have admired the women busting him. They were both beautiful and wrapped in the same gauzy, see-through togas that the other women had been in. Flavia and Jessamine twirled, swooped, spun, and thrust themselves into a religious frenzy. The music increased in tempo and Marcus's grunts turned into screams. This whole thing went on for what seemed like forever. Marcus's balls had tripled in size now and looked like angry bull-balls. They were HUGE. And each additional kick made them swell. Finally, the music rose to a crescendo and the kicking and hitting become one long sustained ballbusting session with Marcus nearly losing his mind from the pain. Then everything stopped, the two dancing priestesses panting from their exertion.

 

Marcus meanwhile just hung there, like a limp doll, his head lolling and his eyes rolling back. He was lost to the world, and the women around him noticed. One brought a pitcher of water and a cup and poured some so Marcus might revive a little. Another priestess helped him eat some honeyed biscuits and the sugar plus the pure clean water gave Marcus a much needed boost of energy. He did revive a bit and they let him hang there for a while and come back to normal consciousness. Then, they lowered him and took off the manacles. With the support of Flavia and Jessamine he was half dragged, half carried to the altar room and he was placed before it. The altar itself was about knee high, which meant that as he was placed before it, his cock and balls rested naturally upon its stone surface. One priestess had a knife and she cut the cord binding them so that his worked-over nuts hung loose and his massive erection was free to slap against his stomach. Flavia spoke.

 

"This is where we crush your cōleī in honor of our goddess. This is Petra and she will stand upon your cōleī until they burst. Now drink this, it will allow you to release at the culmination of the ceremony." Marcus drank from the goblet she offered and whatever was in it was sweet and rather acidic. And it left a funny taste in the back of his throat. Jessamine tied his hands behind his back and left him there, ready to be sacrificed.

 

Then a group of priestess came in and began singing, while Petra stood on the altar and danced with lit candles in her hands. She began to chant in the ancient temple language of which Marcus could only understand a little: "dear goddess . . . . take these organs . . . the organs of life . . . give this man . . . everlasting purity  . . . from now on . . ." and on and on it went once again the chanting increased in intensity until the whole room filled with the sounds of frenzied devotion and Petra's gyrations on the alter became extreme. And then out of the blue she stomped her foot down on his lolling left testicle. Once, twice, thrice until it burst with a loud pop. And then three stomps, nor more, no less, on his right nut popping it as well. Marcus's body shuddered with a strange and powerful pleasure and his huge cock spurted white man-milk all over Petra's feet which then began to dance on the mushy remains of his manhood. SMOOSH SMOOSH SMOOSH. The women chanted, Marcus's barely hung on to consciousness, and Petra pummeled his ballbag. Then before he could even collapse Petra pulled a dagger from her sash and cut off his junk, letting Marcus fall over into the waiting arms of an army of priestesses. One of them applied a glowing brand to his wound to cauterize it And Petra lifted his spent organs to heaven and then threw him into the fire where they popped and crackled in the heat. As the smell of smoking manhood drifted through the room, Marcus had one last thought before he fainted, 'Dear Vesta give my family good fortune and expatiate our shame. Amen.'.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Online Porn

So I'm assuming that everyone who visits my site likes online porn, and as such I want to pose a hypothetical question which is - when everyone in the known universe has been seen naked, will the purpose of porn be exhausted? In other words will the hunger to constantly see new nude people ever be sated? Or will everyone have their favorites that they don't mind seeing again and again? Do you have favorites? Share!

Here's one of my favorite vids - a guy getting busted whilst getting sucked off.
 
n.

Monday, March 28, 2016

(MMMMM/m) Uncle Tom's Revenge - NEW!

This story is my contribution to race relations in the US, and has been a long time in the making. It was rather fun to be naughty and use the "n" word several times, as it is to use the "f" word for my gay stories. Anyway, hope it pleases and I'd love to hear from ya'll.
 
cheers!
n.
 
 
Uncle Tom's Revenge
 
The shed was hot. Sweat trickled down the faces and bodies of all the men in it. But none of them noticed. They were all too focused on the helpless teenage black slave hanging from the center of the room. He was naked and his cock and balls tied up so that they could be better punished, or even better . . . destroyed.
 
Big Pappa Jake, his muscled arms bulging, sized up his victim. Him and his boys had nutted quite a few slaves, but this was going to be especially satisfying. No matter what that insipid president Lincoln said, niggers were to be hung, not freed, if they dared to disobey their masters, and this little nigger was not going to leave this shed a man. He had tried to escape the plantation, and now he was going to pay the price.
 
"Well, you little piece of offal. You gave us quite a chase, but anyone with common sense would have known you can't hide from my bloodhounds. They could track you to hell and back without losing the scent. It was foolish of you to run. Now we're going to take away your urge to do anything. For a quite a while." Pappa Jake smiled grimly, his perfect white teeth glowing in the dappled light. To his right were Ned and Thomas, to his left were Chris and Jacob. The five men, together, had emasculated dozens of male slaves and enjoyed every second of it. These niggers were nothing but chattel, and their bodies, especially their balls, belonged to Pappa Jake.
 
The burly man with pale skin ordered Ned and Chris to take one each of the boy's legs and spread them so Pappa Jake would have unhindered access to the boy's goods. His two fat nuts and his dick hung before him, and as his two legs were pulled apart the boy's fat scrotum swayed.
 
"Say goodbye to your manhood, little nigger." With that Pappa Jake backed up, took careful aim, and kicked the black boy's nuts with all his strength. A scream rent the air in the hot shed. Pappa Jake kicked them again, and again. Each time eliciting more screams from the helpless boy. It was sweet music to their ears. As the boy writhed and screamed Pappa Jake gave teenage Toby's testicles a pulverizing barrage of percussion.  SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Pappa Jake's boots were making a wonderful dent in Toby's groin.
 
After about twenty solid kicks, Pappa Jake motioned for Jacob to have a turn. The rugged groom took his place in front of the boy and began to ram his knee straight into the swelling cock and balls naked before him. Toby screamed all the louder. He wailed, he moaned. Then it was Thomas's turn. He walked up and began to pound his fist home, straight into Toby's swinging sack. Soon the boy sagged in his restraints, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he just twitched with each nut pulverizing punch. He was nearly comatose, and only fifteen minutes had passed. This was hardly good enough. The boys wanted hours of fun not just a few moments. Pappa Jake motioned to Ned who was holding Toby's left leg open to "do his stuff". Of all the men only Ned was willing to get sexual with the porch monkeys. Ned let go of the leg, kneeled in front of Toby and gently sucked in the boy's cock. He sucked and licked for several minutes and to their delight it began to swell. And it seemed to revive Toby a bit. His eye's steadied and he began to stare down on the white man giving him head. Despite the pain in his groin, this treatment was bearable. Ned took some breathers to note his progress, and jacked the boy off a bit. Soon the erection was a healthy nine inches, with a firm head and a long straight shaft. Ned swirled his tongue around every inch of the boy's tool, and got up to suck on the boy's nipples. He even kissed Toby on the lips, exploring the boys pert pink tongue and feeling Toby moan into his mouth. This pleasant treatment went on until the boy was relaxed and moderately awake. Pappa Jake even noted a little pearl of precum forming on Toby's tip. Perfect.
 
Pappa Jake backed up and just before kicking told Ned to move. WHAM. The teenager was thrown out of bliss and back into hell. Toby's monster cock flounced around as kick after kick arced into his nuts. Tears of pain and sadness ran down the boy's face, but all too soon Ned was back, licking, sucking, touching, and kissing the tears off Toby's beautiful face. Back and forth, pain and pleasure. By noon all the boys had taken turns busting the boy's balls while Ned kept him conscious and it was time to destroy the little cliff-ape's manhood once and for all. While Chris stoked the pot-belly fire and put the sheers in to heat, Pappa Jake walked up to Toby. This was his favorite part. He looked in the boy's eyes and reached down to finger his fruit. The cock was semi-hard and the testicles had swollen to the size of Dixie peaches, pulling the boy's scrotum taught. Pappa Jake singled out the boy's huge left testicle and began to squeeze it while Ned jacked the boy to keep him hard. Harder and harder Pappa Jake squeezed the huge fruit. A keening sound in the back of Toby's throat could be heard as a result of the unrelenting pressure being applied to his big black plum. Pappa Jake was making a huge dent in the thing and it was sure to burst any time soon. The room became very quite. And you could actually hear it. All of a sudden the testicle "POPPED" rather loudly. White sperm gushed out of Toby's dick as a sort of weird response to the bursting and all the men in the room smiled and hooted at this boy who'd creamed himself at his own emasculation. The semen coated the boy's legs and belly, and he looked to be one mass of hot mess. But of course, he had one ball to go, and it was Ned's turn.
 
Ned sucked the softening cock until it was hard again, and licked up all the cum covering the boy. He gently kneaded the boy's calves and then his thighs while he brought the little coon back to life, and when he was, Ned, with some difficulty, sucked in the remaining whole nut and began to chew on it. Crushing the thing between his pearly white teeth. This was always Ned's reward for keeping black males conscious during their tortures. And of course chewing a ball is far more torturous than outright bursting for it hurts the scrotum too. Toby squealed and writhed in his restraints as his nut was compressed by a set of excellent molars. Suddenly Ned's cheeks puffed out and Toby's testicle burst. Another shot of cum erupted out of the beleaguered boy's cock and ran all over Ned's hair. It was the last cum the boy would ever produce. And the last orgasm the boy would ever have. Ned let the huge bloated bag of mush fall from his mouth, and refocused his attention on Toby's dick. Yes indeed, he sucked the thing back to life, amazingly, and made sure it was at full mast for the last part of this ritual. Chris retrieved the glowing red shears from the fire and stood ready. When Ned had finished his work he stood and stepped away.
 
"Time to lose your manhood boy, say goodbye to being a father." Pappa Jake nodded to Chris. The shears opened, were placed over Toby's cock and balls, and with one clean motion sliced them off and effectively cauterizing the tissue left behind. The organs fell to the hay-strewn floor with a splat. Toby finally passed out and just hung there, like a raggedy doll, useless and spent. The blob of genitals would be fed to the pigs, and the boy would be retrieved by his relatives. The boys slapped each other on the back for a job well done, and cleared out. Each went back to their assigned tasks, and Pappa Jake returned to his beautiful home. It was time to get cleaned up and then later have dinner.
 
Late that night, when the main house was quiet and the dogs had been kenneled, Pappa Jake snored loudly, sleeping in a separate bed from his wife (his wife refused to sleep with the bastard out distaste for his personality). In the dark creeped eight men, each barefoot and holding various tools and items, through the living room, into the foyer and then up the grand staircase. They headed, unerringly, to Jake's bedroom. Quietly they opened the door, making sure no light crept in, and then surrounded the huge poster bed and in synchronized motion at once gagged the sleeping white man, and bound his arms together with sturdy cordage. They hauled him out of bed, and though the burly, muscled man fought them every inch of the way, he was no match for eight strong cotton pickers.
 
Outside in the dark they lifted him on their backs and carried the helpless man through the fields and into the collection of shacks that served as the Africans' homes. A huge bonfire had been built and there was a wooden frame set up with lots of ropes. Rough hands stripped Pappa Jake of his nightclothes and tied him spread eagle on the frame, his legs spread wide and his arms perpendicular to his body. He looked both sexy and helpless. His huge member hung in front of two ample balls, and his muscular arms and legs flexed as he tried to extricate himself from his situation. To no avail - slaves knew how to tie unbreakable knots.
 
In front of him was the bonfire, and in front of that was Old Elisa. Old Elisa was a queer fellow, only five years taken from Africa and a witchdoctor of sorts. Or at least he held a religious position in his tribe before he was kidnapped and sold off by a rival tribe to the white traders. Pappa Jake had always found him creepy and weird, but not now. Instead the old man instilled absolute terror in his white owner. Because the man was holding a snake in his hands and was bringing it close to Pappa Jake's groin. Old Elisa smiled grimly and held the black adder to the two balls dangling in front of it. The snake reared back as it coiled around the witchdoctor's hands and struck first the right ball and then the left, its fangs sinking in deeply into each testicle and injecting its poison. The moment it did so a pain of life ending intensity shot through Pappa Jake's body. Not only from the fangs but from their venom. His testicles immediately began to swell and turn a dark purple. It felt like someone had put his nuts in a vice and were squeezing them for all they were worth. But this was only the beginning. All the male slaves lined up, many of whom had been personally emasculated by Pappa Jake, and they each took turns kicking their bastard master between the legs. They pummeled his manhood until the insides of his nuts began to rupture. They were huge, purple and misshapen from all the abuse. Some of the men kneed his nuts others just kicked them. Pappa Jake vomited from the pain, but none of the slaves cared one lick, they kept at his testicles until first the left one, and then the right one ruptured inside their sack. Pappa Jake screamed in agony. Old Elisa then took some poisoned thorns and pierced his penis with them and after doing so groped the white man's naked nuts, squeezing ball-pulp like it was taro root or poi. The black man twisted and squished the spermy goo in the swollen scrotum until Pappa Jake could stand it no more and passed out. But many of the slaves kept kicking his genitals until the whole mass turned a nasty shade of black. Then the witchdoctor took a knife which had been buried in the fire, and with one fell swoop lopped off his master's manhood, which he picked up and threw into the fire. Then he plunged the knife into Pappa Jake's heart and slew the man who had tortured and emasculated dozens of innocent men for no reason other than abject cruelty. The wound killed Jake instantly, and that was the end of a wicked white man, and this is the end of the story!