Friday, November 16, 2007

Brad’s First Ballbusting part 1-3

By thickalan

I haven’t always been a ball-breaker. It took years of training and abuse by three older brothers. As the precious baby girl, the apple of dad’s eye, I was always protected. When he died tragically when I was twelve, my life changed. Somehow all the angst in the house seemed to stem my way. I was in a horrible position. The twins, Paul and Tim, took it out on me the worst. It seemed like they just couldn’t get enough of hurting me. I was teased, tormented and shamed through those formative teenage years. First bra, boyfriend, period, you name it, ushered in with my three immature and angry youth brothers.

It all changed when I was about sixteen. The twins were still in high school with me, and Billy just a year out, still living at home with no real direction. I went to a friend’s house. She lived out in the country. She had an obnoxious brother too. Brad was only fifteen though. He was doing the normal, listening in on our conversations, interrupting our phone calls.

Finally Kathy had enough, and said something I didn’t understand to Brad. She said, “Do you want me to put my boots on? Remember last time!” Brad looked straight down at the floor in embarrassment. He kind of shuffled out of the room. Kathy just looked at me and smiled.

“What the hell was that all about?” I asked excitedly. Any magic words that made brothers disappear were good news to me. Kathy chuckled and said to follow her up to her room and she would show me. Once inside she opened a box containing a pair of gleaming black leather cowboy boots. The toes were extremely pointy and covered with metal that looked sharp enough to draw blood. She extracted them from the box along with a pair of black leather gauntlet gloves.

“If I put these on now Brad actually runs from me,” she said.

“Why? And where did you get this stuff?” I asked eagerly. It was then she told me story of the first busting of Brad.

Part 2

Kathy stood up off her bed and knew today was the day. Brad had humiliated her at school the day before. He was showing off for his dorky pals as usual, when he threw a tampon he had soaked in ketchup at her in the third floor hallway. He made sure to do it in front of a lot of upperclassmen, and potential prom dates for Kathy. She was livid. The school and her father passed little jokes like this one off as Brad being a class cut-up chip off the old block fun-loving guy. Kathy obviously had another perspective.

She dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, a light cotton button down shirt, and opened the box she had received the week before. She pulled her black leather cowboy boots on. She wasn’t used to such pointy toed boots, as she crammed her foot into the steel tipped black beauties, she remembered the shop clerk telling her they looked like good old fashioned shit kickers. She planned on kicking all right. She put on her black hat, and pulled on her black leather gauntlet gloves. She loved the way the leather of the gloves shined on her hands as she smoothed them over. They were quite tight, leaving lots of dexterity, and had a cuff that came about four inches above the wrist. She stood in front of the mirror and appraised herself. She brought one hand up in front of her and snapped her fingers into her palm, the leather made an audible snap. She held her fist there for a moment, cleared her head and went down the stairs.

Brad was out in the pasture tending one of the new ponies. Kathy swaggered up and swung her leg over the fence and sat down. Brad barely turned took notice of her, which was not that unusual when there wasn’t an audience for his hi-jinx. Before long he hollered, “Well, you don’t look like you dressed to shovel shit. What do you want?”

“Nothing,” she replied, “just to watch you bust your ass.”

“Why don’t you either get a shovel or get moving on?” he huffed.

She hopped down off the fence and strode toward him. He actually backed up a step, because she didn’t usually approach him readily. Something in Brad’s finely honed sense of self-preservation caused him to keep his distance for a moment, but his ego won out and he stepped back towards her with a sneer.

“What?” he asked, leaning on his shovel. She flipped her hand up and knocked his hat off his head in one swift motion. As it flew over his shoulder he turned to pick it up of the ground, before he could even utter the word “bitch” she had a perfect target. He was bent at the waist, in a slight crouch with his feet spread far apart. Kathy pulled back her right leg bending her knee until her shin was parallel to the ground then thrust her leg forward. The stiff new boots kept her foot straight, and the pointed steel toe found its mark, burying itself in Brad’s crotch.

It all happened so fast she had her foot on the ground before she realized she had hit him square, the steel toe of her boot right into both his tender balls. Reflexively Brad’s hands went to his groin; he hit the ground and curled into the fetal position with both hands between his legs.

Kathy stood for a moment in a state of awe. Since she was small, she had feared Brad, he had been her constant tormentor, to see that she could hurt him so badly was an absolutely life changing revelation. As Brad rolled onto his back she gathered herself, and placed her boot into his crotch, firmly.

“Move your hands dipshit!” she spat. Brad replied with a low grumble. She pressed harder, and brought her foot up and smashed it down a couple of times.

“Do you want me to break your fingers too? Move ‘em now or this is going to get a lot worse!”

Brad looked up and into her eyes. Gradually he pulled his hands to his sides, leaving nothing between the hard edged sole of Kathy’s boot and his manhood but a thin layer of denim. She pressed down hard, he began to squeal and his hands went towards her leg. She pulled it away and piston pumped her heavy heel into his balls in a viscous stomping motion. She caught him square in the balls with the very back of her heel. It was like getting hit in the balls with a 90 mph fastball with no cup. Brad made a barely audible scream and doubled into the fetal position.

“Rule one… you don’t touch my boots you stupid bastard!” she hollered. “Actually it would probably be best if you kept your hands of anything and everything I own, but especially my boots. They are my prize possession. See how they gleam and shine, the sun glinting of the pointed steel tipped toes... I can understand how you would want to touch them, but don’t. Don’t touch them or touch me.”

Brad had rolled over onto his knees, his elbows held him up out of the dirt. He had his hands over his face, probably to keep her from seeing him cry. Kathy could hardly contain herself. She had stood her ground and incapacitated her nemesis. She was drunk with satisfaction, but knew now was no time to celebrate. While Brad rubbed his face she saw an opening, better for him to have let her see him cry, and covered his balls with his hands. The outline of his swollen package was clearly visible through his well worn work jeans. Kathy flexed her leather gloved right hand, and reached down between Brad’s legs and seized his balls through his jeans. She pinched his right nut, to his credit; he did not try to seize her arm. He just turned and looked into her face with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I am glad to see I have your undivided attention. I am only going to say this once. Watch out for me Brad, for the sake of your little guys here, watch out for me... I have suffered your shit for entirely to long, and I am through with it. Any disrespectful act will have consequences!” She pinched down hard for effect.

“Oh, and it would probably be best to keep this little discussion between us. No one wants to hear how your little sister kicked your ass.” She pumped her leather gloved hand one more time, and released his balls. He slumped to the ground in a heap breathing heavily. Kathy brought her gloved hand back in front of her and flexed it a few times, looking at it as if it were and entirely new thing, not even hers. It was a weapon.

Wordlessly, she went back to the house, went upstairs and changed, wiping her boots down as if she were a soldier putting up a gun. She placed them back in their box with her gloves, and put them up on a high shelf in her closet. She heard some rumblings in the house, Brad making his way up to his room and slamming the door. He would be in trouble for not completing his chores. As if he had much choice. He would probably limp for some time. Kathy wondered if he would tell their parents. She changed into some jeans and a t-shirt and headed for the mall. Oh well, if he did tell she could handle it. She felt like she could handle anything right about now.

Part 3: Kathy gets Brad’s attention...

“So that was it?” asked Susan excitedly, “Brad fears you now!”

“No way!” Kathy snorted. “You will learn like I have that boys are not that quick. I mean if you or I had ORGANS outside of our bodies, readily accessible in a physical conflict, wouldn’t we protect them. Not boys, it must be the male ego or something.”

“So how many more times does it take?”

“Oh, I suppose it depends on the boy. You can get them to fear you, but you will never get them to quit pushing you. I mean even my dad gets out of line still... after living with Mom for all these years.”

“Wait… your Mom????”

“Sure, where do you think I learned this stuff?” Kathy asked. “They don’t have ballbusting class at school!”

“Well they should!” Susan huffed. “How did this all happen?”

“Well, I will tell you the same way I told Brad…

Things had been going pretty well for a while; Brad was giving me my space, letting things lie. He had gotten hell from Daddy for not finishing the pasture that day, but had told him that he had pulled a muscle playing on Old Pokey, our oldest roping horse. He laid pretty low and kept quiet around me.

I could almost feel the buildup though, and when we were on family vacation up to the Black Hills the bubble just burst. I absolutely hate tepid showers; the water has to be absolutely scalding for me to be happy. Naturally I got up earlier than anyone else to get the maximum hot water. Brad in his typical laziness would never rise out of bed before absolutely necessary.

Except for one morning, Brad must have gotten it into his head he was safe, or maybe his ego just got in the way. However it happened, he somehow forgot about the incident in the field.

I was in the shower and had just lathered up my hair, I never heard the door open, I never heard Brad sneak in, and I certainly never heard him prop himself up on the hamper and I definitely never heard the three gallons of ice water he dumped on me. I just felt it.

Brad scurried like a rodent and made it back to his room and locked the door before I realized what happened.

I was seething, shivering and biding for revenge. I could hear him laughing at me through the door, and I made up my mind right then to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget so soon.

Brad hadn’t totally forgotten the last episode though. He was careful to avoid being alone with me for the rest of our trip, and even after we had been home a week or so, Brad was giving me a wide berth. I saw that I would have to be a little more cunning in my efforts. Especially since this time I intended to teach him a lesson that would border on permanent. When I got through with his balls, I wanted him to be one step away from losing them. I knew I could make him wish he had never been born with them anyway.

So I waited until he was out in the corral, and went and jumped in my car and took off. I had spoken loudly with my mother about spending the day shopping with a friend, so Brad would assume I was gone for the afternoon. Instead I parked in a turnaround by the bike path about a half mile down the road, and then trotted back. I was worried that I would be spotted, but as usual Brad was far too into himself to notice little old me. I snuck in the side door of the house and raced upstairs.

I put my hair up in a pony tail and pulled on a pair of tight jeans. Then I got the box from my top shelf, my black boots still absolutely gleamed, the light caught the polished steel toe and glinted like the edge of a knife. I pulled them on and the reached in for my tight black leather gloves. I pulled on my right glove and smoothed the tight black leather over my skin. I flexed my fingers into a fist. If I could pull it off, they would be wrapped around Brad’s bare balls.

I pulled my other glove on tight, and snuck into Brad’s room. Luckily for me hiding was not going to be much of a problem, since the last time Brad cleaned his room was about the time the house was built. His closet door was permanently wedged open with all his crap, giving me a nice little place to hide.

I stood in place for what seemed like hours, when I finally heard the door slam and the heavy footfalls of work boots trudging up the stairs. Just as I had hoped I heard the bathroom door close, and the shower start to run. I relaxed a bit, and tried to calm myself before the big moment. I knew I wasn’t hidden that well, but I was counting on him being confident in my being gone all day long. If he wasn’t looking for me, he wouldn’t see me. I just knew I had to be perfectly still when he came in. I heard the shower shut off, I tried to relax myself, it seemed like hours, even though I know it was only a few minutes before he came into his room and shut the door. He was naked as a jaybird, a lucky break for me. I could hardly wait for him to turn away from me, but I was patient. I knew if I went at him from the front, he would be able to fight me off. I might get my licks in, but I wanted something a lot more sinister. I wanted to take my time with him, not just get a few quick ones in. I got my break when he put his foot up on the edge of the bed, he was facing away from me and his bare orbs were hanging down beneath his legs. It was perfect, I took two steps out of the closet, he must have heard or sensed something, because he tensed, started to turn, but it was too late.

I reached my right hand out, and made an “O” with my thumb and forefinger around the top of his sack, then I compressed with my other fingers, while twisting and pulling down hard. Brad collapsed in a heap on the bed, and I squeezed hard!

“Hey Bradley...” I said sweetly, “I hope you enjoyed that shower more than I enjoyed that one last week.”

He turned and looked at me with a mixture of terror and surprise. “What do you want you crazy bitch?” he stammered.

“I want you to remember what I told you last time we talked you dumbass,” I said and then dug the tips of my fingers into his left testicle. He cried out in pain.

“I told you not to fuck with me you little asshole, and now I am telling you again, and this time I hope to help you remember a little better.” I gave his balls another 90 degree twist and yanked them back like I was starting an outboard motor. He howled in pain and his hands went to his groin involuntarily, I slapped them away then slapped his balls with my left hand in a kind of clapping motion, rather enjoying the sound of the crack of leather against his bare balls.

“What did I tell you about touching me you little worm? Keep your hands off me and there will be no problems.” I clapped his balls again for emphasis.

“Jesus Christ!” he sobbed. “What do you want from me?”

I applied a little more pressure on his balls, I was enjoying watching my leather gloved fingers work his sac while he whined.

“It was just a joke!” he spat. “I think I am going to puke!”

I rested his balls in my right hand, and tightened up my thumb and forefinger ring, I didn’t want his little ballsies getting away. Then I made the old hitch-hiker sign with my left, and bore down into his right testicle with all my force. It seemed like my thumb was going to go right through his ball into the palm of my hand.

Brad wasn’t just screaming anymore, he was spewing. I had heard it was possible but I didn’t think I could make a guy throw up with just my two little hands. But here we are, with Brad heaving. I had to struggle to hold onto his balls, which means I just squeezed harder until he was lying limp on the bed, a slight moaning told me he hadn’t passed out, yet. Which was good.

“Awake Bradley?” I asked in my sweetest voice. He stirred a little, and for the first time in what seemed like forever I let go of his balls. I pushed him onto the floor and sat down on the bed next to his mess. “Wake up Brad, right now, unless you want more, do you want more?”

His eyes opened, and he looked at me with a healthy mix of hate and fear that could be confused with respect.

“What, you don’t want to talk right now? I do, I want to talk about your punishment. Your punishment for being disrespectful to me.”

“What do you call this?” he asked “I mean if this isn’t my punishment what is?”

“This is called getting your attention, Brad, and I think I have it now. If you disagree maybe we should try some more.” I reached my leather gloved hand out and flexed it in a grabbing motion for emphasis, and went on. “Or maybe you feel like you have had enough. Do I have your attention? I can’t hear you.”

His eyes were trained on my gloved hand. “You got it,” he stammered with wide eyes.

“Okay, now that I have your attention we can talk punishment, I read in a psychology book the most effective punishments are quick and unpleasant, so I have decided to give you three quick kicks to the testicles. It shouldn’t take too long, and my steel-toed boots ought to insure it not being pleasant.”

Brad immediately started to protest, “Jesus I don’t think they can take anymore... I mean fuck, let me go already… Besides, mom is already gonna throw a fit. After you nailed me with those things last time I couldn’t walk right. I could be bedridden. What’s mom gonna say?”

“First off all you should have thought about the last time I nailed you before you fucked with me, second of all we had a nice little story last time everybody believed and I think we can do it again. I will just tell everybody you got sick, heat stroke, flu bad turkey salad whatever, your puking actually helps the story along. Besides mom will have a good idea what happened anyway. Who do you think bought me these boots?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I could have just planted one in his bare nuts right there, but the fact that he was recovering a bit would make the kicks oh so much sweeter, so I played along. “It means, dumbass, who do you think brought me to the boot store, who do you think taught me the old GTP, Grab-Twist-Pull, that I employed today, who do you think taught me I don’t have to put up with your crap?” I could see it sinking in to him. “Think about it. Remember when mom and dad had the fight about the color she wanted to paint the kitchen then dad mysteriously had an accident?”

“Yeah he limped around for a couple of days” Brad whispered, but I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Yeah and the kitchen is blue now isn’t it?”


“Fuck yeah, it is!” I exclaimed. “If you think back, mom always seems to get her way doesn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Brad admitted with his head low.

“So don’t worry about mom, and don’t worry about your precious little balls. I am pretty sure they can take a little more.” I crossed my legs and pointed my booted foot in his direction. “Besides, you are going to get punished one way or another, whether it is now, or when you get home from practice, or if I wear my boots to school and drop kick in the balls in the front hallway. Hell Brad, you have to sleep sometime, do you want to wake up every morning to me wrapping my leather gloved fingers around your hairy ballsack?”

He looked up at me with pain in his eyes, and I went on, “It can be over now, or I can make it last, I can be a real bitch when I want to be Brad. Think about it.”

“Yeah I can see that,” he said snidely.

“Just for that I am going to make sure the steel toe hits home buddy, right in your bare sack. I could have hit you with my ankle… uh-uh… Keep talking and I might kick them through the roof of your mouth. Get on your feet and get ready to limp for a week.”

I knew he didn’t want to, but my little speech about hitting him in public must have worked. I didn’t know whether he would make it up or not. I got up and stood in the center of the room, I playfully rotated my right foot in my boot, trying to keep him focused. I didn’t really think he would just stand there, but I wanted to try, I wanted to look him in the eye while I kicked him in the balls.

Miraculously, he got to his feet, and stood in front of me.

“Spread your legs, and put your hands behind your head like your doing marine sit-ups,” I barked.

I could tell he was very uncomfortable, his stomach was still cramping up, but he did what he was told. When he was up I reared back my right leg and punted like an all-pro. It was so quick he never knew what hit him.

I got him solid, steel toe meets bare balls; it was an absolutely perfect shot. He went down like a bag of rags. He was in the fetal position, clutching himself and dry heaving. It was almost anti-climactic, but I decided to have a little more fun with it. I walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing my legs and bouncing my right boot in the air inches from his head.

“Okay Brad, you have a minute or so and then only two more to go,” I said as perkily as possible.

All of the cockiness seemed to have gone out of him. “I can’t take anymore!” he sobbed.

“Sure you can. I know you can take at least one more to remember me by. I’ll tell you what, if you come over here and kiss my boots, I might let you off with one to grow on and forget all about the other one.”

His look said he couldn’t tell whether I was kidding or not and I was in no mood to wait. “Look, either pucker up or get back on your feet, I think maybe I can rupture one this time!”

I think the “R” word got him moving. He crawled over and tentatively started kissing the toe of my right boot.

“Get it in your mouth a little, feel how hard the toe is, can you taste the metal?” I fed the toe into his mouth, gagging him a bit, “Steel tips, your soft little ballsies don’t have much of a chance do they? Next time you get it in your head to do something stupid, remember this, remember the taste of metal in your mouth. Remember how hard and sharp the steel tips of my boots are, remember how hard and unforgiving my leather covered fingers are, and decide right then if you are willing to accept the consequences of your actions.”

“Now get on your knees and spread your legs, you have one more coming...”

Cybersex Transcript

by the_end

This is the transcript of a nice cybersex adventure I had a bit ago. I've (obviously) changed the login names to preserve both our anonymity, but I think you'll still enjoy. I've done just the very tiniest bit of editing (for clarity), but otherwise this is, I suppose you could say, a "non-fiction" work.


Maria smacks you a stinging blow across the face, "how dare you look at me that way?"

Roger reels back from the slap, and glares at you, growling slightly, but then regains his composure

You say, "Pardon?"

Roger stares into your eyes

Maria's nostrils flare and she looks you up and down, slowly.

Roger returns the favor of looking you up and down; slowly... he smiles just slightly

Roger takes a step closer

Maria clenches her fists at her sides.

You say, "you know, you look good angry...”

Maria spits, "men are pigs!"

Roger crosses his arms, taking a wide-legged stance, and looks at you firmly but not angrily. "Oh, come now, I'm a pig because I complimented your outfit?"

Maria stalks up and down the room briskly, not looking at you. She pulls a shiny pair of handcuffs from a pocket.

Roger raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of the cuffs, and smiles just a little, but otherwise stands perfectly still and watches you

Maria turns to face you and tosses the handcuffs at your feet, glaring at you.

Roger looks down at the cuffs, looks up at you, his expression somewhere between curiosity and a smirk. He says to you, "And just what should I do with these?

Maria sneers, "put them on, if you're man enough."

Roger bends forward, and gingerly picks one up. He snaps one cuff onto his wrist, and looks at you for the other cuff.

Maria quickly walks behind you and pulls your arms back, latching the other cuff tightly and stepping back to survey her handiwork.

Roger tugs at his restraints, and sneers a little as he finds them secure

Roger makes a show of tugging a little harder at the cuffs, and growls

Maria steps around to face you, several inches shorter than you.

Her thick, black hair flows partly down her back in lustrous waves. Bright eyes glint from her dark, Spanish face, and her dress clearly shows her curvy form.

Maria leans very close and whispers softly in your ear, "are you a good man?"

Roger smiles as he looks over your petite little body, getting a nice view down your dress from this angle

Roger whispers back, "Depends what you mean by a "good man"...

Maria moves to your other ear slowly, staying very close, her breath warm on your skin. She whispers again, "I love men, but I don't trust them..."

Roger leans toward you, letting his shoulder brush against you, and whispers back, "I'm glad you love men... but why do you not trust us?

Maria touches her fingertip to your lips lightly and answers, "Because when you speak, lies come out..." She trails the fingertip down your chest and swirls once over your crotch.

Roger takes a deep breath at your touch. After a moment he responds,

"Some men lie, but others do not."

Maria shakes her head, "your words are nothing to me... I believe none of it, I take what I want of your body on my own terms."

Maria slowly unbuttons your shirt.

Roger chuckles slightly, then looks you up and down... he grows more focused again, and looks you in the eyes, "You like having a man by the balls, do you?"

Maria reaches under your shirt and pinches your nipple hard between her well-trimmed nails, and hisses at you, "do not presume to understand me!"

Maria unfastens your belt buckle.

Roger yelps when you pinch his nipple, and brings his legs together protectively. Still, he can't help but let his eyes roam over your small, tight body's supple curves.

Maria looks you in the eyes and says, "I like very large cocks... I hope I won't be disappointed..."

Roger growls aggressively, "I think you'll be /quite/ satisfied

Maria smirks, "we shall see." She slips your shirt off your shoulders, letting it bunch up on your arms around the cuffs.

Roger tugs again at the cuffs, wanting to grab your body. His muscles flex, but he cannot free himself.

Maria watches your arms and smiles slightly, "you want to touch me? You cannot... My body is my own alone."

Roger growls viciously, and pushes his body against yours, "you know you want a man's touch!" he says

Maria unzips her dress smoothly from top to bottom, revealing her taut white bra and panties.

Maria steps back and gives you a shove, throwing you off-balance, but not enough to knock you over.

Maria points her finger at you and says sternly, "do not try that again."

Maria slips out of her dress and stands there in her underwear, breathing deeply.

Roger is rock hard now inside his boxer shorts as he looks at your body in only bra and panties. He asks defiantly, "and what if I /do/ try that again, hmm?"

Maria picks up a thick dildo from the table and waves it in the air, "then I make *you* the woman..."

Maria sets the dildo back on the table.

Roger looks aghast. "Look, I'll be a gentleman and all since you want me to, but there's no way in the world a small little thing like you could get a big guy like me to submit to that!"

Maria steps forward and give your pants a tug, letting them fall to the floor, "step out of them."

Maria looks at your boxers intently.

Roger steps out of them; his boxers are quite tented

Maria strokes her fingertips lightly along the full length of your shaft, through the cloth.

Roger closes his eyes and moans gently.

Maria cups her own breast for a moment, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

Roger opens his eyes in time to catch you cupping your breast and inhaling... he can't tear his eyes away, and his cock throbs.

Maria sinks to her knees, her face level with your crotch. She pulls your waistband out and over your protruding cock.

Maria's breath catches in spite of herself when she sees the full size of your penis. She licks her lips almost unconsciously.

Maria glances up at you, "I think I will enjoy possessing you", then her eyes drop back to your throbbing shaft.

Roger's cock is long and quite thick, hard as a steel rod and point straight out and slightly up; below it hang his large, heavy balls, delicate and very vulnerable to you.

Roger's cockhead swells even a little more at your words

Maria cups your scrotum in her hand and pulls on it lightly, "you men are so powerful, but here I have your power in my hands, and I can do with you as I please..."

Roger gasps, and stares nervously at you for a moment, but then growls and says roughly, "you wouldn't dare!"

Maria gives your scrotum a slow pull, not enough to hurt yet, but enough to cause concern.

Maria wraps her other hand around your massive shaft, her tiny hand making it look even larger.

Maria begins to stroke slowly, with a very tight grip, and her other hand slowly twists your scrotum, "I dare anything I please..."

You say, glaring at you, "You wouldn't dare! In fact, you don't have the /balls/ to hurt me, /girl/!""

Roger moans loudly as you stroke him, breathing steadily faster

Maria reaches for the dildo and hefts it in her hand for a moment before slapping it directly against your exposed balls.

Maria continues to stroke your shaft, one thumb working over your glans.

Roger's body lurches and he yelps out a high-pitched cry of pain, and glares at you all the more aggressively

You say, "You DIDN'T!"

Maria says, "This powerful shaft and balls, and it is subject to my every whim..."

Roger closes his eyes a moment, trying to enjoy the pleasure your thumb is giving him

Maria parts her lips and takes your cockhead into her mouth, suckling it for a few seconds before popping it out again and smacking your balls with the dildo, harder this time.

Roger closes his eyes again, almost purring with sweet enjoyment, before the sudden impact brings him out of reverie and his knees buckle, almost letting him drop to the floor. The pain and the pleasure both are intense.

Maria turns you around roughly and shoves you onto the bed, face first, knees on the floor. She reaches between your legs, spreading them and pulling your iron rod back painfully, so it points down along the sheets, your testicles pushed down between your thighs.

Maria strokes her fingertips up and down the underside of your shaft.

Roger screams, and immediately tries to stand up

Maria shoves you back down and connects the straps on the bed to your arms, pulling them tight. She does the same for your legs, pinning you with very little freedom of motion.

Roger wrenches his body against the straps, trying to wiggle free

Maria wraps her fingers around your shaft and pulls it downward, making your glans swell painfully.

Maria slaps her bare palm against your balls, three times, saying, "stop... trying... to resist!"

Roger moans as you pull his cock, feeling both some pain and some pleasure

Roger groans from deep down as you repeatedly slap his nuts. He keeps struggling, but more weakly now.

Maria slips out of her panties and stuffs them into your mouth, "taste me..."

Roger murmurs through them something that sounds like curses

Maria moves up and presses her crotch against your protruding rump, her pubic bone against your balls, squishing them against your painfully rigid shaft.

Maria pulls her panties from your mouth and rams her hips forward, smashing your balls into your cock.

Roger screams into your panties, the scream having degenerated into a pained, loud groan by the time you remove them

Maria rubs her crotch up and down your backside, her coarse pubic hair scratching your delicate genitals.

Roger is whimpering now, and says, "please, my balls, no more, I'll be good..."

Maria whispers, "yes... I think you just might be good after all..."

Maria takes the dildo and slathers it with lubricant before pressing the tip against your clenched anus and resting it there, gazing at your bloated cock.

Roger nods eagerly, just to avoid anymore torture of his already agonized family jewels

Roger is whimpering still, "please, not that... look, Maria, you can do anything... I'm afraid to say this, but you can even bust my balls more, but not that, it's just not my thing!

Maria says slowly, "that monster cock... you must love to put it inside a woman..."

Maria sets the dildo aside for now.

You say, "What can I say, women love to have it in them, and I love to oblige them"

Roger breathes a sigh of deep relief as you put the dildo away, but is quite scared you are going to take up his alternate offer"

Maria loosens your straps enough to turn you over and tightens them again.

Maria slaps blue's testicles with her palm, several times in succession then rubs her hand up his purple shaft.

Roger groans with each slap, his face contorted in agony. As she starts to rub him, he begs her, "please, please, no more, you have no idea how bad it hurts!"

Maria smiles at blue and straddles his thighs that are hanging over the bed. She unclasps her bra and slips out of it, her breasts springing free, nipples dark and swollen.

Maria takes her panties and stuffs them back into blue's mouth, saying, "you talk too much...”

Roger's eyes widen, and he leans his head up, desperate to suck your hard nipples... he tries to spit the panties out

Maria takes blue's enormous cock in both hands and strokes it roughly for a minute before bending over, her mouth less than an inch from its tip.

Maria whispers into blue's cock as though it could hear her, "I will not be touched by you..."

Roger is breathing fast, his cock throbbing so hard; she has his complete attention

Maria squeezes blue's cock and pushes her hands downward, making his glans and a few inches of the tip swell and turn dark purple, veins seemingly ready to burst, helmet shining smoothly.

Maria leans down and pushes out her tongue, swirling just the tip around blue's drooling opening, then spreading the glistening droplet around his painful glans.

Roger is so, so desperate for your mouth... when your tongue finally touches his tip, he moans very, very loudly into his gag

Maria parts her wet lips and takes blue into her mouth, lightly dragging her teeth over his hypersensitive flesh.

Maria pulls back, then sucks blue in again, deeper this time, releasing some of the pressure with her hands. One hand lets go and goes to his balls, holding them lightly.

Roger's body twitches at the feel of your teeth... but he's in heaven, lost in the wet warmth of your mouth... it IS worth it, worth all the pain, everything

Roger gasps worriedly as you grab his balls again, but he's in too much ecstasy to give it much thought

Maria plunges her head down, taking blue in deeper, his head muscling against her throat, and holds there for several very long moments, keeping her gag reflex at bay.

Maria pulls all the way off and plucks her panties from blue's mouth, asking him, "Who owns you?"

Roger rolls his body from side to side as much as he can (which isn't much) as the pleasure rolls through

Roger stares into your eyes... he know what he should answer, but he's reluctant, still a little defiant, and so remains silent.

Maria slowly clamps her small but powerful fingers around blue's balls, squeezing them with gradually more intensity, eyes locked on his, asking again, "who... owns you..."

Roger shakes his head, wrestling with his own instinct to be manly and defy... his balls have already been tenderized, and are hurting bad, but all he can blurt out is, "no, please, not again, you don't know how bad it hurts, you just don't understand! Oh, my balls! Oooohhhhhh...!

Maria twists blue's balls harder, looking at the curiously, wondering when they'll be seriously damaged. She asks again, this time directed to his balls, "your pleasure, and your pain... who owns you..."

Roger is almost crying in pain as he whimpers out, "you do, Maria, you own my balls so you own my body... please, have mercy, it hurts so bad!"

Maria slowly relinquishes her grip and climbs up on the bed, straddling blue's face, her gaping pussy about a foot from his face.

Roger's nuts are still throbbing with pain as he stares up at you

Maria looks down past her protruding breasts at blue's face set between them in her view, and slowly slides her hands to her crotch, she asks blue, "who has the power?"

Roger very slowly, and very, very reluctantly answers, in a whisper, "you do..."

Maria stretches her labia apart even further, her entire cunt exposed for blue, just inches from his face, but out of his reach. He can feel its heat and smell its musk, see the light glint on its wet surfaces.

Roger struggles at his straps; he's desperate to fuck that cunt

Maria pulls her clitoral hood up and slips a fingertip over her clitoris, breathing deeply, breasts heaving.

Maria murmurs to blue, "I know how much you want me, to penetrate me... to make me come..."

Roger's cock is as hard as it has ever been, the head purple and swollen with need, and his eyes wander from your cunt up to your tits, all over your lithe, skinny body then back to your cunt

You say, "Yes, I want it... I need it... I want it bad... I’d give anything for it, suffer all that I’ve suffered already and more for it"

Maria's vaginal opening twitches and throbs as she increases her fingering over her clit, and she whispers to blue, "I'm not sure if I need you anymore..."

You say, "but I /need/ you... please, anything"

Roger is struggling hard against his restraints, his muscles bulging, his breathing fast

Maria looks down at your handsome face and smiles wickedly.

Maria reaches back with one hand and plucks at your cockhead with her fingertips.

You say, "No, Maria, please, suck me off, anything, just please .....mmm... please, take care of my cock... ANYTHING, please, I’ll even offer my balls again, oh, please don't take me up on that offer, but really, anything, just let me feel your mouth again"

Maria continues stroking her clitoris and spreads her lips.

Roger whimpers, "please, you own me, take care of your property... please... miss... please...

Maria's finger flicks rapidly and she orgasms hard, her swollen pussy throbbing right in front of you.

Maria turns around and looks at your engorged cock.

Maria opens her mouth and takes you in suddenly, her position allowing your cock to drive deep into her throat, stretching her jaw.

Maria's breasts rub against your belly, nipples still like tiny pebbles.

Roger moans very loudly, and bucks his hips up as much as he can, going crazy

Maria pulls back; your thick shaft slipping past her tender lips, then kisses the tip before plunging forward again.

Maria finds a rhythm and moves back and forth, your fat cockhead plunging over and over into her throat.

Roger is breathing spasmically, crying out, "yes, yessss!" as you suck, getting very close, his cock throbbing, the head engorged

Maria takes your balls in her hands, still sucking you, and squeezes them roughly.

Maria twists her head and makes swallowing motions, gripping your glans with her throat. Her hands knead your balls firmly.

Roger groans and whimpers amid his moans; he knows you're just taking his offer and making him pay for the pleasure, but still, it hurts so, so bad!

Roger can barely even think; in your mouth, his cock is swollen and electric with pleasure as it slides in and out; but in your hands, his balls are agony and vulnerability incarnate

Maria grips your balls and releases them over and over, making them ache.

Maria pulls back and lashes your head with her tongue before sucking it roughly, twisting her head from side to side. Her hand slaps your balls and goes back to kneading them.

Roger is so close to coming, but the pain in his balls is keeping him just short of the edge... he begs for mercy

Maria relents and releases your balls, putting her hand on your shaft, stroking firmly over your slippery rod while she sucks on the tip.

You say, "oh, please, Maria, you own me, you own my balls... oh, please, it hurts so bad, I need to come so much, need to come in your hot, wet, sweet mouth, please, let me, do you know how bad it hurts, have any idea, ohhhhhhhhhh"

Maria moves her head rapidly back and forth over your drooling prick.

Roger sighs with relief; he knows you're still going to bust the hell out of his balls as he's coming, but it'll be worth it, and now he can... he bucks his hips furiously, screaming out your name, "Maria, yes, Maria!... ooooohhhh.... yesssss!!!!

Maria watches intently for the orgasm to start, ready to punish your balls.

Roger bucks one last time, as hard and deep as he can, feeling his cock slide through the slippery wetness of your mouth, your hot little tongue darting and swirling around it.. as the cockhead touches the back of your throat, and he feels you gag just a tiny bit, eh closes his eyes, and his cock explodes, pumping you full of spurt after long hard spurt of cum

Maria slams her fist down on your pumping balls, swallowing as quickly as she can, trying to keep it all, but a trickle of semen runs down her chin.

Roger lies back, moaning and purring softly, exhausted and satisfied

Maria stands and wipes her mouth, slowly gathering her clothes.

Roger smiles blissfully and watches

Maria dresses, looking tousled and clearly sexed.

Maria smiles sweetly and says, "I think I'll leave you tied up for the next girl to find..."

Roger grins and smiles, saying softly, "good night, Maria"

Maria says, "Good night."

Maria has disconnected.

How To Use A Climbing Harness

By tempest

Sun angled in through the skylight, just enough that it lightened his closed eyes and woke him. He shifted slightly, and rose on one elbow to take in the smells of the cool city morning. Beside him lay Linsey, the wonderful woman he’d just met at Vincent’s weekend party on the river. They had swum and kayaked all day Saturday, then later danced a little and told stories around the bonfire with the others. On Sunday, at Linsey’s insistence, they had hiked up to Fallon Cliff to do a little rock climbing. She was an accomplished climber, and promised she would teach him to be comfortable on the rock. The adjustments to his climbing harness had taken her nearly 40 minutes due to a faulty buckle, but once she had replaced it and tweaked and twisted the webbing to fit snugly around his thighs and hips, they were off on a great adventure. Afterwards she returned to the city with him, to his apartment, for a gourmet dinner that he made himself.

Now the morning alarm sounded, the soft tones of jazz music on the radio. She rolled onto her side and slid her warm hand between his legs to caress his knee. With the tips of her fingers she smoothed his thigh then softly encircled his balls in the cup of her hand.

“Thank-you, Brian,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.

“For what, sweet?”

“For last night. For the weekend.”

“You know I loved every minute of it.” He smiled, stroking her dark hair.



“Put on the harness again.”

“The climbing harness?” He spanked her playfully.

“Mmm, yeah.” She rolled onto her stomach, tucking her hand under his buttock. “Over your old jeans, just like yesterday. D’you remember how to buckle it?”

“Well, yeah, I think so…”

“You looked so sexy all trussed up in that thing. Teaching you to rock climb was the highlight of my weekend.” She rolled onto her side and flashed emerald green eyes at him, then with her little finger, traced a line from his navel to his nose. He could only stare at her, until finally he swung his legs off the bed and stood. He pulled on his briefs, and feeling cocky, leaned over to take her breast in his lips. She moaned slightly but pushed him away.

“You’re full of surprises,” he whispered, and grinned. Sitting on the bed he pulled the faded jeans over his feet, then stood and faced her. She watched the buttons on the fly catch lightly on the bulge in his underwear as he pulled the jeans up. Then he lifted the harness off the chair and positioned the leg loops around his thighs just as she had done yesterday. He fastened the waist belt.

“Is that right?”

“Pull the leg loops up just a little higher, babe.”

In a few minutes he was strapped in properly, and stood, bare-chested, in front of her. The waist belt of the harness rested on the waistband of his jeans, and he could feel its coarseness tight against his bare skin.

Linsey, naked, rose from the bed and pulled him to her. She kissed him and backed him slowly to the wall, then held his arms firmly against it as she traced another line –this time with her tongue- from his chest to the harness. She tugged at the waist belt with her teeth and then let it go, apparently satisfied. But with her hands she tightened each leg loop until his penis and balls were captured in a tight denim triangle.

Now unbearably aroused, Brian shifted slightly to lessen the pressure, but Linsey steadied his hips, pressed her breasts into his crotch and rose slowly, grabbing the front harness loop as she did so. She looked him square in the eyes with a twinkle, and pulled upward firmly but slowly, lifting him slightly.

Brian, now fully hard, could barely stand the tight prison of his jeans and the harness and began to back the gorgeous woman toward the bed as he kissed her. But she grabbed the harness loop again and pushed him back hard against the wall. She kissed his neck and thrust his right hand downward to run his fingers over his own stiff bundle, just as she guided his left hand to the incredible wetness between her legs.

He moaned in frustration and in the promise of pleasure and she moved his finger inside her until she gasped with orgasm. Then slowly he again moved her toward the bed.

“Ohh. Ohh no, baby.” She stopped him, her face close to his, her eyes intense. “No,” she shook her finger at him. Brian looked at her, puzzled, completely intrigued but now in considerable discomfort.

Suddenly she jerked the loop upwards again, trapping his cock and nuts in even tighter confinement. Those emerald eyes stared into his with an excited glint and she rammed her knee sharply upward into his testicles, then again, harder still, before she released her grip on the loop and let him fall to the floor.

Hands curled in agony around his throbbing groin, Brian could not muster the coordination to undo the buckles and release himself from the pressure of the harness. He writhed impotently, his head thrown back, mouth open in grimace, his eyes closed and tearing. Once or twice he tugged at the leg and waist loops of the harness, but he had no strength to alter his predicament.

Linsey, now dressed, knelt beside him and gently ran her fingers through his hair. She loosened the leg loop buckles and undid the waist belt to free him.

Brian looked at her, trying just to focus, unspeaking, but with a question on his lips.

The beautiful young woman’s eyes danced with a mixture of compassion and delight. “There’s no reason, baby,” Linsey said softly. “No reason at all.” She rose and left.

Low Blow in the Low Countries

by Targetpractice

Hi all,

I am going through some exercises to get over my writers block, and a friend of mine recommended to me that I freewrite. So, I thought I would offer this story to the board:

I boarded the plane from Los Angeles to Amsterdam, in the Netherlands bustling with excitement to be in the capitol of it all-sex, drugs, and non-stop partying. I had talked about going to Amsterdam for years and years, and finally I am here!

I made a beeline for the Red Light District, out of curiosity and strangely out of hope for finding one of the girls there who would grant my wish of being kicked.

I'm a picky kind of guy, interested in many different types of women at different times. Sometimes I like a girl in a soccer uniform with a pair of cleats. Sometimes I like girls with boots that go all the way up the calf, and sometimes a nice pair of heels always hits the spot. I decided that this evening, I would look for a sporty lady.

I had some trouble finding a place, considering that I was a tourist in a foreign land, and my Dutch is really, really poor. I finally found this blue, innocuous place on the recommendation of a flyer I got.

I went in and started looking around at the place. It looked harmless enough, with aromatic candles everywhere. Behind the counter was a brown haired girl looking in her twenties.

"Goede avond," said the lady from behind her book

"Um...Ik...zoek een...vrouw om..."

"I speak English," said Gertrud.

"Thank you. I am looking for a woman to be with. I've never done this before."

"Don't worry. We get a lot of tourists who haven't been to Amsterdam before. Go ahead and fill this out and give it to me when you're done. Best thing I can tell you is to be honest about what you're into."

I looked at the printed list and it mentioned a lot of options. I felt like I was giving a sexual history to them.

I started looking at the list and scanned it for what I was into, but had so much trouble getting in the States. "Come on, groin kicking or ball busting, please be on there…" I scanned down the paper and saw one for feet (which I love) and shoe fetish (lets you write in what footwear you're into). But no ball busting :( I was bummed, but I had been looking all night and I could at least get one out of the two loves. I saw a box which allowed for you to have more than one. I had never done this before-had two women on me at the same time.

I checked the box for more than one woman preferred.

Gertrud took the list and made a couple of checks and circled a couple of things on it. She put it through a door slot behind her. "So doc, am I sick and perverted?"

She started to laugh. "You're nothing compared to what some guys are into here. Some guys are into really, really kinky things."

"Is there anything else that you are looking for before I bring some girls out?"

Well, I'm interested in being kicked in the balls."’

Gertrud gave a blank stare. "You are into being kicked in the groin for pleasure? I see... Well you'll have to ask the girls who you'll be with. Some of our girls are only interested in suck and fuck, but we have some special ladies that you might like. Go ahead and step through the door and go to Room 12 on the second floor. A couple of ladies will be there to greet you."

I walked up the stairs with the feeling of walking away...but I've already agreed to do this, and paid for the girls up front. I opened the door to a room that was pretty bright with a bed on the right hand side and two ladies sitting down. One of them was dressed like a high school volleyball player and the other was dressed up like a businesswoman with a pair of strappy heels that crisscrossed to her ankles with a pair of white panty hose. The other girl was wearing these Japanese like loose socks. I was in heaven, literally.

The businesswoman's name was Caley, who had wavy full brown hair and her sporty companion was called Cam. Cam had her hair in a ponytail and hung down from the back with her blond straight hair. The two were like Yin and Yang. Cam gave him a robe to put on and told him to go change into it. It was the quickest I'd ever been to get out of all of my clothes, but it felt like an eternity. I got all of the clothes off and saw Cam tying her Adidas Superstars with black stripes, and Caley doing half kicks in the air.

"Hi, I have changed into the robe."

Caley and Cam took a seat at the table and motioned for me to sit down. Caley pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one and offered me some wine, which I graciously accepted. We started to talk about who I was, and why I had come to Amsterdam. Every once in a while, Cam's shoe would nudge my foot, and each time she would come into contact, she would mover her foot up closer and closer. She stretched her legs as I started to talk about my fetish where the tip of her toe just brushed up against the hairs on my balls. I decided to be brave and scooted my butt forward, pushing my crotch into her toe. She pushed as well, sort of squeezing my balls a bit. My dick immediately rose to attention, and she noticed immediately.

"You like this huh?" she said as she started pulling back and pushing inward. Caley noticed what was going on and started to run her heel upward on the outside of my leg, and laid her foot to my side. I grabbed her soft foot and rubbed as Cam was continuing to nudge my balls. As she was nudging (and I was pushing in) the chair was getting pushed back more and more. I accidentally slipped out of the chair and fell to my knees at the edge of the table. I got the nerve.

"I have a request... can you... kick me?"

"Kick you? Where would you like to be kicked?" said Caley. She pushed her foot forward to my bare crotch. "Right here?"

"Yes...that would be great."

She looked over at her teammate and had a little stare. All of the sudden, her foot shot out at my balls. It hit with a little thud. My dick sprang to attention, but her kick was soft. Cam saw the look on my face and started to giggle. "OK, my turn!" She kicked out with her shoe and her laces hit right at my ball sack. She was a little harder than Caley.

"Cam, you got him better than I did, so I'll sit next to you. You stay there on your knees." Caley went to the bed and rifled through a bag. She produced a couple of scarves and walked over to me. She took the scarves and tied my hands to the table. Then she tied my legs to the bottom of the card table so I couldn't move. Finally, they blindfolded me so I couldn't see their kicks coming.

Then Cam and Caley sat side by side. They asked, “Shoes on or shoes off?”

I said, “Can we do half and half?”

They said sure and started by flipping a coin and to have me call heads or tails. If I got heads, I got to pick the first girls, and if tails, they picked. To my luck, I got heads. I heard one of them getting up and the chair scuffled. I heard a chair hit the ground behind me. I said to myself, are they going to kick me from the front and behind?

BAM! I felt Cam's shoe come up from behind. She didn't hit hard, but she got me good. I started to slump towards the table. I felt the heel of Caley fly up and hit just below my balls. I felt her knee brush against my stomach for a second. They started to alternate forward and backwards for a good five kicks each. Each time their foot got harder and harder. They would ask me along the way "harder or softer?" Since I was already in the heat of the passion, I always said harder until that fifth kick. I asked for a break after that one. They untied me from the table and took off the blindfold. I took a ten minute and was soaking in precum from their dainty feet.

Cam starts to take off her shoes and leaves her socks on. Caley also takes off her heels.

Ten minutes roll around and I'm ready for more.