So here's the second part of the Marines series. I have ideas for a part 3 and 4 and perhaps at some point I'll get them on paper. In the mean time here's what I thought up today. Remember, the idea for this story is more about romance than ballbusting, so unlike most of my stories it doesn't end with a bursting. Otherwise, enjoy!
In the Marines and
Abroad - Part 2
that we had an official relationship, all Brad and I had to do was find the time
and the privacy to pursue it, and that . . . . was not easy. Our base was
crawling with troopers, at all hours of the day and in all areas. Privacy was
practically nill. So for the first few weeks after our "truck liaison"
we had to settle for lots of sack tapping.
breakfast, lunch and dinner I would get random guys to give a light flick to
Brad's crotch as they were passing by him. There he would be, getting some food
when all of a sudden a quick, light slap would fly to his groin and make him
clutch himself. No one else knew the significance of this, but it sort of
became a "thing" in the company. When bored, give ol' Brad a quick sack
tap to liven things up. And what's interesting is, he never tried to make eye
contact with the person who tapped him. His eyes always came looking for me.
And there I'd be, sitting down watching and waiting for my emissary to sack tap
the man that I loved and lusted after. And I wouldn't just be watching him, I'd
be watching his crotch. And, yup, every time he was tapped his cock swelled in
his cammo pants. No one else noticed it, of course, but I did. I loved watching
his fat monster swell and become rigid with fluid. It always made him sit down
to eat awkwardly, as if having his pole strain against the fabric of his
underwear and cammos made bending at the waste difficult and uncomfortable.
we couldn't make love with our bodies, we had to settle for making love with
our eyes. At meals we would always sit apart but facing each other so that we
could stare into each other's eyes while we ate. Every spoon of mashed potatoes
was a kiss to his lips. Every swallowed greenbean was my mouth on his cock, sucking
in his length. Every tongue across a spoon after a bite of peach cobbler was my
tongue plunging into his hole, giving him the rimjob of a lifetime. And so we'd
sit in silence, staring at each other from across the room while everyone else
talked and joked and banged on about this and that. We were two heavenly bodies
caught in each other's gravity amidst a sea of oblivious stars, circling around
big break came about three weeks after our initial sex. We were both assigned
to the monitoring center located on the top floor of the only real building on
base. It was a circular room filled with monitors and communication's equipment
and it was the only place on base that did not, itself, have cameras. Not only
that, but we were to be the only two people in there AND the doors could be
locked from the inside. And we were set to monitor between 12 am and 5 am, when
most of the rest of the troops would be asleep, quietly nestled in their bunks.
It was all too perfect.
the day of our monitoring duty we both had hardons all day long, and I
personally sack tapped Brad three times, just so I could cop a feel, no matter
how brief, of his mighty weapon. With our hormones all pent up and the
expectation of hot sex that night you can be sure I was dripping baby batter
all day long, through exercise drills, through showers, through guard duty, I
was leaking like a mofo. They say that anticipation is half the pleasure, but
for me it had the sweet pain of a broken tooth because my whole body and libido
was straining against the constraints of societal bonds, bonds which prevented
red blooded American's like me from having raunchy gay sex in the middle of the
barracks in broad daylight amidst a sea of heterosexual guys who would probably
throw up at even the idea of gay sex.
a day of agonizing repression, 11:45 pm rolled around and both Brad and I
showed up for the shift change in the monitoring room. Our marine base was
crawling with cameras, eyes peering down to monitor all activity both within
and without. Activity that was recorded and archived so that no enemy could
infiltrate our base without someone knowing. We had guards on duty 24/7 at all
entrances of the base and roving squads of men with German Shepard's patrolling
the perimeter. And inside the monitoring center there were dozens of LED
screens watching all of it happen. Our job, that night, was to keep an eye on
everything and make sure the base was secure and safe. However, in both our
minds was the notion that the likelihood of enemies choosing just this night
and just our shift to launch an attack was slim to none, and therefore would
could instead enjoy our privacy and pay little attention to the many monitors
in the room.
we got there, Leone and Travis were just writing down notes in the log about
what had occurred on their shift, something Brad and I would have to do as
well. They barely looked up from their writing until the clock hit midnight
after which they were free to leave. They both nodded at us and Leone said in a
loud voice, "The base is secure. Have a good shift, boys." gave Brad
a friendly punch to the shoulder and left. A good shift? I think that was
definitely something that could be arranged.
the other two men had left we waited for about five minutes to make sure no one
else came along to check on us, then Brad locked the door and stripped of his
shirt. I stripped off mine, and I pushed him up against a wall and began to
kiss him passionately, our dog tags clinking against one another. Then, knowing
how much he loved nut-pain, I began to jerk my knee between his legs, slamming
his swollen package against my knee-cap. He responded by grinding his nuts into
my knee and practically swallowing my tongue, so eager was he to consume me.
Then he threw his head back, "Oh, yeah, Oh yeah, fuck my nuts up, Russ.
Give it to me good." I was pounding his potatoes for all I was worth, and
he loved every minute of it. I could see his eye's roll back and his breathing
become deep as he surrendered to each knee jab, each thigh slam, and it made
him moan, lightly.
I longed to feel his dick in my mouth, so eventually I stopped kneeing him and
kneeled in front of him as he stood there, pressed against the wall. I
unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants and
underwear down. His gorgeous cock popped into view, and his two swollen nuts
hung below. I grasped his balls and began to squeeze them while I sucked his
dick into my mouth and began to piston up and down on it. This time he was
leaking precum, no doubt due to the pounding I'd just given his nuts, and it
was heaven. That sweet musky taste/smell that, for me, added such a dimension
to sex with a guy. That sticky sweet taste coated my lips and tongue and I
savored it. Meanwhile I dug my thumbs into his testicles, making him moan and
sweat. I also loved the way his pubes tickled my nose as I deep throated his
cock. He had a lovely little treasure trail and small patch of hair above his
cock. The rest of his muscular body was as smooth as a baby's bottom, and that
was just perfect.
could feel his body tense and pulse with my oral activities and I relished it.
I loved kneeling before my putative boy friend so that I could suck on his
thick meat. And I could tell he was loving my thumbs pressing into his giant
orbs. But eventually he pushed me away, no doubt not wanting to bring a
premature closure to the evening with a premature ejaculation. He was breathing
heavily as he walked towards the center of the room and began to untie his
shoelaces and take his combat boots off. I also undressed until I was only in my socks and
walked over to where he'd sat in the main chair in the center of the room. I
straddled his now mostly naked body and sat on his lap, his cock rubbing up
against mine, and I kissed him. With longing, with pent up passion, with a
feverish sort of frenzy as I was about to give myself to this man who I'd
drooled over for more than a year.
kisses I whispered into his sex-flushed ear. "I knew this was going to
happen so I cleaned myself out today and haven't eaten anything for two days.
And . . ." I said holding up a small tube, "I brought lube." He
grinned, and I grinned back and we kept kissing. I pressed my woody against his
and let our cock juices mingle, for he was oozing prejack as much or more than
mine was. Things were getting slippery and hot. I stopped kissing him and lubed
up his dick and stood up, legs on either side of the chair. With my left hand I
grasped his rigid rod and with great care guided it into my hole. My hungry,
eager hole. Very carefully I sat down on his dick, and all he could do was sigh
with pleasure. Just as slowly and carefully I lifted myself back up, but not so
far that his dick popped out, and ever so gently I began to ride his dick. Up
and down, up and down. I could feel his cock-head massage my prostate. I could
feel his penis fill up my gut, and I loved it. Sure having a dick up your ass
feels like you're taking a dump, but that tingle from the prostate makes it all
worthwhile, and the romance of riding a man you love and feel passionately
about also makes it all worthwhile. I rode his cock for a good twenty minutes,
with the two of us staring into each other's eyes. And yes, there was some
pain, but it was a good pain, and yes I made sure to go slowly enough that he
didn't cum, because I wanted that night to last as long as possible. And so I
rode him. My man, my hot sexy man.
Brad, in the end (insert joke), simply couldn't get off without nut pain, and
that's a hard thing to accomplish when you're riding a man, so I let his dick
pop out of me and kneeled in front of him. And I wanted to find some ways of
causing him pain that didn't involve percussion. While he sat there, naked and
cock glistening with my ass juices I pulled out his nuts and then sucked them
into my mouth. I began to suck on them really hard and at the same time pressed
them with my tongue. Brad sucked in his breath and then let it out with a hiss.
This was clearly pained he was not expecting nor was used to. Then I switched
to popping his balls between my molars - squeezing down and then letting them
up. I could actually feel his tortured nuts swell. They were filling up my
mouth, and I was brutalizing them. I could feel Brad's naked body twitch with
each chomp and each squeeze. But his dick? Never once deflated. I could feel it
pressed against my forehead as I buried my face in his crotch. With great vigor
I sucked, squeezed and even twisted and pulled on his whole nut-sack until I'd
turned my man in a sweaty, moaning bag of meat. When I finally tired of abusing
his eggs I stood up and then pressed my knee into his sack, grinding them into
the hard plastic seat of the chair. This caused literal geysers of precum to
erupt from his piss-slit. Huge geysers. Which coated his dick and my thighs. Brad
was moaning, "Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh shit, SHIT."
again, I didn't want it to go too far, and so I stopped, sat down in the chair
opposite of him, and let him suck me off for a while. He seemed equally as
happy to do so, and I enjoyed it. With my balls he was gentle. He gentle held
them and tugged on them a little, and I meanwhile instructed him on how to suck
a dick properly. I showed him how to make his hand an extension of his mouth,
how avoid scraping the cock with the teeth and how to get a really good suction
because suction is where it's at when it comes to dick sucking.
sexual escapades went on for about two hours as we took turns pleasuring each
other, me abusing him, and him being gentle with me, until at last we each
came, him inside me and me on his chest. We did our best to time things, and we
came almost at the same time.
we sat together, kissing gently, I murmured in his ear that I loved the thought
of a bit of him would be inside me for the rest of the week and he chuckled.
Our sweaty bodies, laying gentle together, surrounded by blinking lights and
crackling radios and moving images.
he said finally, "I think we've had a good shift. Perhaps we'd better get
some work done, otherwise someone might get wise."
I said, looking around, "Now where'd I drop my shirt?"
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.
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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.
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
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.
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.
Now, beg me to kick your privates."
softly he murmured "Kick me, great mistress."
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."
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!"
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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. 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.
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
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,
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.
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.
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.
he started, tentatively, "I wanted to talk to you about something."
gave him a smile and looked up from her novel. "Sure, what is it."
you know all those socks I've been getting you?"
they're for a greater purpose, and not just because I know you like new
greater purpose? What do you mean?"
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."
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."
eyes went wide. "You're joking."
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."
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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," 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!"
I do so love historical BB/TT stories, so here's one for you. Enjoy!
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.
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
see," remarked Benedicia. "And what is it that he is offering? Let us
see his sacrifice."
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
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
looked into his green eyes and searched them. "Do you realize what you are
about to do?"
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.
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.
him to the bed chamber," she said.
will, mistress," said the blond priestess.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
three women got off the bed and two new women entered the room.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.'.