Open Question about Jill from the Jill series:

Do you lot think that Jill will ever have a boyfriend, and if so, will she bust or ruin him like all the other men in her life? Presumably she'd have a boyfriend for the purposes of sex, but if she emasculates him, then that nullifies his purpose. And even busting him could take him out of commission for a good while. Is it not more likely that her boyfriend will be immune to her BB charm and just be a good friend and sex partner?

What do you think?

Let me know in the comments below.

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(f/groupmM) JIll and the Football Team - Part 3 - NEW!

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(M/M) In the Marines and Abroad - Part 3 - NEW

A short but critical point in Brad's life. Enjoy.

 

In the Marines and Abroad - Part 3

 

There was a dim light and a sense of heat as Brad slowly came too. He found himself hanging against a wall, in chains, in some sort of shabby dungeon. It smelled musty and slightly foul, as if it wasn't cleaned very often.

 

As he hung there Brad gradually remembered what had happened. He'd been out on a scouting mission, there had been an explosion, and then he'd felt himself being moved, dragged actually, probably by the native militants. And this, apparently, was where he'd been brought to. Now, presumably, he'd have to wait to find out what they were going to do with him. Or to him. And so he waited, at first calmly, but then as he realized that the native militants had no love for Americans, he began to worry, and not only worry for himself, but also for knowing that he might never see Russ again. That singular thought put more dread in him than not knowing, for instance, about what had happened to the rest of his scouting party. Maybe they were elsewhere, but alive, or maybe all dead, but regardless, they weren't his Russ.

 

Still fully dressed Brad tested the chains that held him, but they were new and strong, and there was no breaking free through shear strength. And so he waiting. About an hour, he estimated, before someone finally came into his cell. It was a man dressed all in black, with a black turban, and long flowing black robes. All Brad could see was the man's face, deeply weathered, and with fierce, cruel ice-blue eyes. Unusual eyes for someone of local descent.

 

In thickly accented English, the man said, "So you are awake now. Good. I will wait no longer for you to revive. You will now feel the punishment of being an infidel and even worse, an American." And with one quick fluid motion he jerked his knee straight into Brad's nuts. WHAM. Then again. WHAM. Then a third time WHAM. But unlike most men, Brad's unwilling response was to get an erection. It was the first time Brad had ever been embarrassed about being aroused, and by testicle pain at that, but there it was. Brad was getting a boner over being tortured. The lump in his camos was apparent. This seemed to amuse his torturer.

 

"Interesting, American dog, I see you actually like my methods of male destruction. Very well, let's see how much you enjoy it." The man stepped back and began methodically kicking Brad in the balls with what were rather strong legs, for all that they couldn't be seen by Brad. The pain was significant, but somehow the threat of potential destruction blossomed in Brad's crotch and brain. It was horrible but thrilling. More than likely this man who was kicking him had never seen anyone enjoy testicular pain before, and it wasn't clear if he would take care not to permanently damage his captive.

 

The more the man kicked him, the more Brad's dick strained its confines. It was mortifying and thrilling at the same time. It was as if Brad's dick really had it's own brain, it's own impulses, it's own destiny, to have it's twin companions beaten to a mush by anyone of the male sex. Apparently the fact this man was the "enemy" was irrelevant. What mattered was their imminent rupture. But, in fact, Brad's captor was more nuanced than Brad had first given him credit for. After about three minutes of solid nut-kicks and a growing pre-cum stain on Brad's crotch the man stopped and assessed Brad, whose body was limp from equal parts pain and pleasure. The man gently, and briefly, grasped Brad's face, turning it side to side,  and after noting Brad's semi-conscious state then pulled out a huge knife from his belt and first cut away Brad's shirt, revealing a ripped white torso, and then used it cut Brad's belt and pants until Brad was in nothing but his boots and his green military issue briefs. Even if his captor wasn't gay, most anyone could appreciate this American Adonis for his shear virility and beauty. The man then grasped Brad's walnuts through the brief's thin material and began to squeeze them. At first gently, as if he were testing ripe fruit (squeeze, release, squeeze, release), but then with more and more concentrated vigor. The man was of indeterminate age but he was still young enough to still have plenty of strength in his fingers and he was normally adept at using them to break the wills of enemy soldiers but in Brad's case, simply made this enemy's penis leak yet more sticky fluid. This intrigued the torturer to no end. 'What is this man's issue?' thought the Arab to himself. He began to twist and pull on the captive's testes while he squeezed them. Just to see what the effect would be. Brad's head thrashed around and he emitted a low moan, but there was a hint of sexual gratification in that moan. Like a stallion mounting his last female before being castrated. Like a virile bull bellowing at having his bollocks crushed at the hands of his most trusted handlers. There was something so basic and primitive about this man's moaning that it made the Arab slightly aroused himself. Much to his own surprise, in fact. He let go of this white-man's nuts and ran his calloused hands over Brad's chest. He tweaked Brad's nipples and squeezed this man's pecs as he might a woman's breasts.

 

Then slowly, ever so slowly, he cut off the captive's underwear and grabbed Brad's hips, and using them as leverage he began to knee Brad's crotch. At first just once or twice, to gauge their effect to Brad's pulsing member and when he noticed it's impressive length and girth, he made it his personal goal to see if he could deflate the thing from the very source of its pleasure. Pain.

 

With all the force he could muster, the Arab began to pound Brad's naked puds. Over and over the man's thigh bounced off the two battered bubbles that made Brad a bonnefide man. The two ovals of male flesh were swelling nicely. Nicely enough to fill Brad's scrotum like two turkey eggs and became ever more springy and plump. And had this continued on, it would have meant the inevitable destruction of Brad's balls. But before that could happen there was a disturbance outside Brad's cell. There was a lot of shouting in Arabic, some sporadic gun fire, and then the door to Brad's cell banged open. There stood Russ, his face red with exertion and anger. He took one look at the situation and raised his pistol. With a single shot between the eyes, he killed the Arab insurgent who was brutalizing his lover, and  kicked the body to the wall. He rushed over to hold Brad, gently, and to be there for him, in anyway he could conceive. Brad's mental state, however, was as resilient as his manhood, and he just chuckled.

 

"Well, now I have two reasons to be happy to see you, Russ," said Brad with relief plain in his voice. "I have a feeling that Arab would have very happily nutted me." Russ's reply to this statement was a vicious kiss to his lover. And he held Brad tightly before replying.

 

"I dunno, maybe he would have," said Russ, "but I'd much rather do that myself,". With a wink and a smile he said, "These belong to me now, remember?", followed by another, this time more gentle, kiss. Then Russ whispered into Brad's ear "But let's get you dressed before anyone else shows up. I'm not sure how I'd explain this thing," stroking Brad's rigid member with admiration

 

Brad sighed with disappointment. "OK, then" he said, "What's left of my shirt?"

(f/m) Jill and the Football Team - Interlude - NEW

A little fun freebee.

 

Jill and the Football Team - Interlude

 

It was just about three in the morning when a quiet sobbing awoke Jill. Jill was snuggled up in her down comforter and nubbly flannel sheets. She was wearing her pink pajamas and her white fuzzy socks. The crying was coming from three beds to her left, where Jason was supposed to be sleeping. Jason was a quiet boy with black hair and deep blue eyes. He was handsome and muscular, but for some reason he was crying.

 

Jill slipped out of her bed and tiptoed in the dark to where he was laying. Then she got under covers with him, and whispered, "What's wrong Jason?"

 

Jason was naked except some socks and his red eye's glittered in the reflection of the fire which had burned down to embers.

 

"Jill," he whispered back, "I'm afraid of losing my cock and balls. I'm afraid everyone will hate me because I'm missing some or all of my manhood. I'm afraid I won't be a man after this."

 

Jill gently touched his face with one hand. "Jason, what you have hanging between your legs doesn't make you a man. What makes you a man is protecting those who can't protect themselves. What makes you a man is honoring your parents and your girlfriends, and your friends. What makes you a man is being strong, reliable and acting honorably. It's your attitude that makes you a real man, not these." Jill reached under the covers and gently grasped his dick and two fat nuts. She gave his berries a squeeze and stroked his cock, which naturally came to life. Soon it was pulsing with blood and male vitality.

 

"But what will people think if they see me looking like, like a freak?" Jason's voice trembled with fear.

 

"Losing your nuts or your dick are actually marks of courage. It say's you're willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the pleasure of others. It says you're selfless and virtuous. And if anyone thinks otherwise, then they can jolly well go hang. You're you no matter what, no matter what hangs between your legs. Jason I have faith in you, that you're strong enough and brave enough to give me your manhood. I think you'll find you enjoy offering them up to me."

 

Jason began to relax and he stopped trembling.

 

"You really think it's OK, then?"

 

"It's more than OK. If other men knew how pleasurable it is to orgasm after your ball is popped they'd be lining up to let me emasculate them."

 

"I just feel funny about all the other guys watching it happen." Jason was becoming emotionally aroused at his little princess fondling and squeezed his junk with her warm little hands.

 

"Well, there's no one downstairs right now. Everyone else is asleep. Let's go down and I'll show you what I mean."

 

Jason threw back the covers on his bed, and let Jill grasp his throbbing member and she used it to guide him across the room, down two flights of stairs and into the breakfast nook.

 

"Let me stoke the fire," said Jason. Jill let go of his erection and let him gather some firewood.  He added some paper and logs and within a few moments the fire was popping and crackling away merrily. The whole kitchen began to heat up and Jason's ballsack loosened and dropped low. Jill climbed up on one of the chairs.

 

"Come," she said gently. "Put your balls on the chair. We'll pop one right now, and you can stroke yourself to completion. You'll see for yourself how life changing rupturing a nut can be."

 

Jason slowly kneeled before his princess and with one hand placed his nutsack on the chair, then he gently grasped his rigid prick and began to gently stroke it. He looked up at Jill. She was smiling down at him. With one hand she cupped his right cheek and placed one fuzzy foot over his left testicle. For some reason she always like popping the left over the right, as the left was usually larger and more meaty. It often made a louder popping noise when ruptured. She put her heel on his testicle and began let her weight fall on it, slowly, inch by inch, pound by pound. Her gaze never left Jason's eyes, and Jill's eyes were full of love and compassion.

 

"It's bravery like this that makes you a man Jason. I get to push your manhood to its limits and you get to feel something very few men ever get to - the ultimate sacrifice."

 

Jason nodded, and a small tear formed in the corner of his eye. This was a tear of joy, that he would be proving his manhood to this little blond doll. A blond doll who at this moment had complete control of him, and there was something so thrilling about that control. The pain was rising in his nut, and it began to steal his breath away. It was so painful. A pain that just went on and on.

 

Jill began to grind the little balsey under her heel and she could feel the thing flatten. Jason's dick was swelling with anticipation, and it was clear the climax was near. In the flicking firelight, Jill could see Jason's eyes getting wider and wider as his primitive primate brain wrestled with the unbelievable fact that he was about to loose half his manhood. To a 10 year old girl, no less.

 

She cupped his full face. "Can you feel it flatten, Jason, it's about to give way. Stroke faster, we need to both go at the same time, otherwise you might pass out before you come." Harder and faster he jacked himself, and deeper and deeper into his testicle she pressed her foot. This was a moment of a silent fever; fever as Jason's body flushed with excitement and pain, and fever for Jill's body as it flushed with anticipation over another busted nut. Faster and faster was the furious fisting, and deeper and deeper stepped the foot.

 

 And then in a single joyous instant, the testicle under Jill's foot popped with a loud "POPPING" sound, and Jason's left testicle exploded under Jill's foot. BLOOP. A wet muffled explosion. At the same time a geyser of semen spurted from the tip of Jason's dick and Jason's body shuddered at the forced release of his issue. Jason's breathing was loud and erratic. Jill and Jason were still looking into each other's eyes, and what Jill saw was ecstasy mixed with abject pain mixed with realization and what Jason saw in Jill's beautiful blue eyes was utter happiness and contentment. Spurt after spurt coated Jason's equipment and the chair itself. And Jill continued to squish Jason's testicular remains, pressing deeply into the ruptured ball until it was just smooth butter. Nut butter.

 

"You see, Jason. It's the most wonderful thing to crush a testicle. You're a brave and valiant man." Jason gave a little sigh, of almost relief, and mumbled, "I believe you now, Jill," and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed backwards. Jill let him. She gazed down at him for a while, noticing his beautiful body glisten in the firelight, and then she went upstairs, and woke Sean so he could patch Jason up. Jill crawled back into her cozy bed, and waited a while until Sean had carried the patched up, but still unconscious, boy and put him to bed. Then Jill fell back asleep and had sweet peaceful dreams.