Changes from a Scrotal Blow: A Ball-Hunter's Life-long Research

by WrinkledUp

The male entity was standing naked in the room when I entered. This male had answered my newsgroup posting for posing nude for me to take some pictures of the body. The male entity was holding a mirror in the right hand reviewing itself. I said, "Good to see you admire yourself so you can recall later how you looked at the start of this session." I didn't hear the reply as I proceeded to prepare for the encounter.

I brought along a small auto-focusing camera that strapped across my chest with a fake shutter trigger hanging along the side. The shutter was really triggered by a skin sensitive pad attached under my top to my nipples and they took a picture when my nipples became very hard and erect and continued auto-snapping pictures until the nipples loosened up. Around my neck hung my light-exposure meter I used to distract the male entity from my real intentions. I used this disguise approach as a photographer hundreds of times on other male entities.

I walked up to him and said, "I need to get started right away." I always said the same thing to the male entities and this one was just as obliging. I set down the case and tripods and duffel bag I was carrying. Inside the case were 2 hi-8 camcorders and a small color video monitor. I quickly set it up on the first tripod about 8 feet in front of the male entity. I extended the legs of the tripod and affixed the camcorder to it positioning it so that it was at the same level of the face and pointed exactly there. I setup the video monitor so that I could see the body from the shoulders up clearly. I said, "don't move your body now because I have you focused in just right for distance." I set the second tripod up to the left of the body and pointed it down at a sharp angle to the area about 3 feet behind him. The depth of field was focused properly at that distance.

The male entity asked, "Why do you need two video cameras, with one aimed to the floor?" I responded, "I use the second camcorder to capture the shadows behind your body. Later I use some special-effects technologies to remove the shadow effect and enhance the images from the front camcorder." The male entity seemed satisfied with that. That question has been raised to me by every male entity that I have brought into this situation and I've honed my answer down to a believable statement. I turned and started both camcorders running. I switched the video monitor off for the time being.

I said, "I need to bend down here in front of you to measure the light." The male entity seemed unconcerned about my positioning and was quite relaxed in poise and posture.

I kneeled down about a foot from the male's feet with my left foot flat on the floor and my right knee touching the floor about ten inches to the side and rear of my left foot. My light meter hung across my chest. With my right hand I grasped the light meter and raised it to the male entity's groin area. I held the light meter very close to the male entity's groin and could see that my elbow was bent outward about four to six inches from being straight.

I gazed back at the male entity's scrotum. It was hanging very loose with the testicles clearly showing their shapes at the bottom of this very distended sack of skin. I looked at my light meter and then up at the male entity's face. I remarked, "Your scrotum is so loose that there is too much light reflecting off of it and I need to have it retracted a bit to reduce the light. I'll just be touching your outside edges of your scrotum with my left fingers a little to firm it up, okay?" The male entity nodded in gleeful acknowledgment. As I stroked the skin of the scrotum once up and down with ever so the lightest touch, the testicles started undulating and rolling around under the skin. In a few seconds the scrotum stopped ascending and came to rest with the testicles still showing their form; but the scrotum was not quite at the phase where the skin becomes wrinkled. Essentially, the scrotum is in the bulbous state, ready for action.

I said, "I'm ready now, are you?" The male entity shook the head yes in response.

While looking into the male entity’s face, I brought my left hand down to my left knee and let the palm rest downward on the front of the kneecap. I let go of the light meter I was holding in my right hand causing it to swing back down to my chest. I brought my right hand back to my waist near my right hip. The male entity's eyes had followed my hand movements closely. I shook my head a little causing my hair to swoosh across my forehead. This brought the male entity's eyes back towards my face. Looking him straight in the eyes, I formed a smile and one took shape on the male entity's face in return. Still gazing intently on the face, with my peripheral vision, I watched the male entity's abdomen in front of me and waited momentarily until the body exhaled.

Because of my built up anticipation of this moment, my nipples were as hard as could be. I heard the shutter start auto-clicking and drew in a deep breath. With all my strength in my right arm and as fast as I could I punched the male entity in the balls. I extended my arm fully as I visually aimed for that space two to three inches past the backside of the scrotum.

The male entity screamed out a high pitch wail, swung the arms and hands down towards the scrotum. With the knees buckling, the torso started falling forwards towards me. I pushed both of my hands on to the chest to force the body rearwards where it fell flat on the floor. I went down on both of my knees now to get ready for the next position.

As the male entity's body hit the floor, I grasped both ankles and pulled the torso towards my kneeling body, sliding each leg to the sides of me. I leaned somewhat forward and slid my forearms across the thighs to spread them open even more and with my hands I pulled the cupping hands away from the scrotum.

The head was laying flat on the floor still screaming wildly in pain. I rose up on my left knee and pulling on the arms with my hands I yelled, "hey!" As the head leaned upwards from the floor and the eyes looked down across the abdomen towards the groin, they saw my right knee snap forward catching the underside base of the completely retracted, wrinkled-up, reddened scrotum. Moving rapidly forward, my kneecap dug deeply into the tissues lying within, effectively bulldozing the foreshortened testicles just ahead of the kneecap causing the testicles and the scrotum to stretch against the tremendous muscular strain they were under. A very loud low-pitch howl came forth from the male entity. My kneecap forced the scrotum and testicles to their normal length limit and then proceeded to exceed that limit. My knee expended its force just fractions of a second later. The male entity's testicles were compressed flat at the very absolute limit the scrotum could be expressed without tearing apart. I saw the eyes roll back in their sockets towards the end of the howl and the body went completely limp.

Looking down I saw I had brought the scrotum and its contents right up to the navel. Lifting my knee away I watched the squashed testicles struggle to regain their former normal shape. I saw a real-serious shade of red take effect across the scrotum as it desperately tried to retract. My observing the rapidly shrinking sack of skin containing a pair of balls wildly rolling around in anguish kept my camera on full-boar. A drop of sweet, clear precum appeared at the tip of the penis. The prostate gland in the male is so primitive it can't discern pain from pleasure. I captured that drop on my index finger and slowly wiped it across my tongue. It's the only "liquid asset" a male entity has to give.

Even though the male entity was out cold, the breathing continued to consist of a two-second inhale and loud-grunting, exhale cycle. I noticed the ascending, rapidly alternating undulating testicles seemed to be in synch with the breathing. This was something I had never noticed before! Recalling that the male entity had been holding a mirror with the right hand earlier, I studied the scrotum and determined when the body inhaled, the left testicle was rolling around and when it stopped, the right testicle rolled around during the grunting exhale phase.

Attempting to test out this new-found knowledge, I reached down to the tight scrotum and started to pull it towards the toes and force it loose. The body moaned while I did this. It took a bit of strength to get the skin somewhat flexible but soon I had expressed the testicles enough to where I could grasp either one easily in the palm of my hand.

I watched the abdomen inhale and exhale. I took the right testicle in my hand and as the body just began to inhaled, I squeezed that ball very hard causing the body to shake violently accompanied with a powerful grunting exhale. I let go of the testicle. I was testing to see if the synchronizing effect of the testicles could be reversed. To my amazement the breathing stopped and only the right testicle continued to roll around in spasm, the left testicle was completely still. I found I had to pinch and hold back the bottom of the scrotum to keep it from ascending again and thus spoiling my view. The body would simply not breath in while the right testicle was spasming so intensely. After several more moments of no breathing, the right testicle suddenly stopped rolling and as the body inhaled I saw the left testicle alone was rolling again and then the right one; right on time.

I surmised when a male entity is punched in the balls, the testicles and scrotum go out of synch from the shock. Both testicles will roll around intensely and it’s the scrotum's job to retract the testicles not only to remove them from the painful stimulus, but as part of the recovery process to control their rolling as soon as possible and work towards regulated breathing again. I suspect that left-handed male entities react in the reverse of right-handed males during such instances.

Anyway, it was time for a break. I stopped the recording of the camcorders and opened my duffel bag. I removed my bondage equipment and after erecting it in place, lifted the male body into position on it. I gagged the mouth so the male entity couldn't attract anyone's attention. I left the room to go shopping for a couple hours and give the male entity time to recover somewhat.

Upon my return, the male entity was alert and trying to get out of bondage. The scrotum was red but hanging very loosely between the legs. I walked over and said, "I wouldn't waste too much energy on that. Bigger and stronger males than you have been held in its grasp." It was great humiliating the male with that line.

I removed the gag from the mouth and the first thing uttered was, "Why have you done this to me? What did I ever do to you?" I always get those two questions immediately. I reached down to my duffel bag and pulled out a pair of bush-cutters and set them in front of him. I replied, "to answer your first question; I've done this for my own reasons and enjoyment. I'm not concerned with your well being at all. I only need your body and the reactions it makes to my wishes. To answer your second question, you were born a male entity. That in itself is an insult to me. And now its time for the next phase of this encounter. Don't say anything else unless I ask you first. If you do, I'll immediately take that bush-cutter and castrate you and cut-off your dick. Is that clear?" It was as it were, a rhetorical question. No audible comment occurred although the scrotum did start tensing up a bit.

I turned on the camcorders, monitor and hooked up a video switcher I bought at the local electronics store during my outside break. With that device I can use one video monitor and playback the tapes using my remote control without a hassle. I turned the video monitor to the male entity and said, "I will now narrate the videos from earlier today. You will watch the screen at all times or I will kick you in the balls as hard as I can."

I started the front camcorder in playback mode. As it rolled along I started out my narration. "I see that you are looking down at me when I stooped down giving you that phony story about the light-meter. You really are a gullible male." As the tape progressed further I said, "now here you are looking into my face right after I flipped my hair to have you make direct eye contact with me. Notice the nice relaxed smile on your face." I freeze-framed the image and said, "That was the last time today you were under your own control and that was hours ago." I put the camcorder in slow-motion mode for the next area of discussion. I said, "I will now speak about the different phases and aspects of your reaction when I punched you in the balls. By the way, here is a picture of your scrotum just before I struck. You had been more loose and I didn't want you to vomit from my blow that could happen when the balls are way down in an extended scrotum. That's why I stroked them to bring them up to the perfect position."

I said, "watch now at the moment I punched you in the balls, your face immediately went from smiling to an expression of total surprise. You are surprised because I have invaded your body space. You can't believe that I as a woman would even consider causing you pain of any type, much less something like this. Returning to your expression, notice how wide your eyes get. More than anything else on your face, your eyes during the surprise phase are most memorable."

"Meanwhile, the lower abdomen and your thighs have just shuddered with the initial impact of my fist. The shockwave imparted by my knuckles has just been released on the surface of your scrotum and as it travels across the skin it is quickly dampened by the loose skin at the top of your scrotum. That's all that's going on in the surprise phase." I freeze-framed again and said, "That's the last moment until you recovered that your body sensed no pain."

I watched the male entity's face display disbelief. I gave him permission to speak for a moment. The male couldn't accept how I was able to conceive of such a process and my deep understanding of the male physiology. I answered, "You are one of many hundreds of male entities that I have done this with. I know what will happen by heart. However, I did learn something new today and maybe I'll tell you about it later. Now you'll see the shock phase."

I began, "Unfortunately for you, the thin skin of your scrotum underneath my knuckles offers no prevention from the force imparted to your balls. The many millions of nerve endings in and around your balls that nature intended only to be used to sense temperature changes is now working to your entire disadvantage. Your balls and the rest of your testicular tissue nerves affected by my blow are now sending millions of waves of messages of intense pressure up through your nervous system overwhelming nature's design of your network of nerves." A look of resignation appeared on the male entity's face.

I continued, "Returning to your face, see how it changes from the surprise mode to the shock mode as I turn on slow-mo again. First your eyes begin to squint a little, then your smile fades completely away as your mouth opens as wide as possible. Your eyes are almost closed now as you feel the pressure messages arrive so fast that you can't deal with them. Your control is now broken down and you are about to enter the pain phase."

"Lets start with your scrotum. The central nervous system received your messages of pressure and has informed every muscle in your groin region to massively contract with all possible haste. Your testicles and accompanying muscles explode with waves of unbelievable pain as a result. Your entire breathing process has been disrupted. Look at your face! It's now entirely reddened, your eyes are shut tight, and you’re about to scream at the top of your lungs through that widely opened mouth."

I rewound the tape a little and put the recorder in normal speed and the male entity witnessed the face changes in real-time along with the blood-curdling wail. I stopped the tape and noticed tears rolling down the face. I turned my video-switch to the other camcorder and continued.

"You fell towards me and I pushed you causing you to fall on your back. Now you know why that second camcorder was positioned angled down. Watch as you hit the floor, I pull you towards me stopping with your groin just inches from my body. I spread your legs and moved your hands away. Here is a picture of your already reddened and quite wrinkled scrotum just seconds after your scrotum was peacefully at rest just three feet vertically from where they are now in the video. It doesn't take long to wrinkle-up when your muscles are under so much intense and overwhelming strain."

"Watch now as I yell "hey" to get you to look down towards your groin. Your expression is priceless as I rammed my kneecap under your tight scrotum, pulling your balls and skin all the way to your navel. You made a different scream too; you make the typical low-pitch wail when testicles are either kicked or kneed with that much force."

"Look at the pictures I took after you passed out. Your scrotum is a really deep red and your balls are rolling all over the place within as your scrotum tries to retract out of the way. This is when I discovered something new today." I walked away to shut off the video equipment.

I looked back at the male entity and not only was sweat emanating from the body the scrotum had greatly ascended. I could just barely discern the individual testicles within the round bulge.

I approached the body and said, "Just a moment, you are not allowed to be in any protective, defensive position at all while you're with me." I could tell by the expression the male entity wasn't sure what I meant by my comment; but the male didn't have long to ponder my meaning. I bent down at the male's feet.

Seeing me there once more caused the male entity to inhale and hold that breath. I reached over and passing the open palm of my right hand behind the scrotum, I reached around the opposite side with my fingers only and formed a loop when my index finger and my thumb met. I slowly lowered the loop until I had pressed the testicles down to the bottom of the scrotum. At that point I brought forward the little finger of my right hand to provide support for the scrotum as I slowly lifted my hand up into the lower abdomen. I stopped, moved my little finger back out of the way and looked up at the face said, "Your balls are a little too tight in my presence. I'll help you for a moment by providing some of my hand's body heat to get your scrotum to relax. We can continue shortly." I smiled as I made that last remark and the fool smiled back. Some males never learn it seems.

With a mighty pull I snap-yanked the balls as hard as I could to distend that scrotum back to a vulnerable length. The whole body convulsed and another high-pitch wail came forth from the mouth. I squeezed my hand tight on the balls to drive my point home in the most direct way. I hadn't measured beforehand, but I suspect that scrotum is about an inch lower than it ever was before in life.

Seeing that scrotum momentarily hanging so low and limp made me see I couldn't pass up a moment like this. I stood up and stepped back two steps. Focusing on the scrotum I stepped forward and kicked him in the balls with the region just above my toes. The balls flew up along with the penis and another low-pitch howl was heard. The penis was squashed between the abdomen and the testicles and the head of the penis momentarily flared open at the tip spraying out another atomized drop of precum.

As I walked out of the room forever I heard the characteristic inhale and grunting cycle as before and I saw in my minds eye, the testicles rolling in tune once more. I started whistling my ritual tune, "Bridge on the River Kwai."

The Online Age

by Wizard

The hour was late. Life was boring. He hadn’t had a decent fuck in months, and the woman he’d hit on last night came on like a PMS-Bitch-from-Hell, ramming her thigh into his blue, blue balls not once, but a dozen times. At least that is what he had been told when he came round afterwards. He was depressed and lonely. Even his friends were getting fed up with him and refused to come round. He got out his favorite PornBoy mag but the ache in his testicles put him right out of the masturbating mood. He flipped through the TV channels listlessly when a thought struck him.

He went over to his aging but serviceable 486 “Speed Demon” machine and fired up Netscape. He brought up the Infoseek screen and, with his recent painful experience in mind, entered “balls” and hit the search button. Hmm. “A-Ball Plumbing Supply”, “Mr. T Ate My Balls”, “Ball Lightning”, “the amazing RUBBERBAND ball !!!”. He tried again with “nuts” and came up with “Nuts & Volts Magazine”, “Beer Nuts Brand Snacks”, “Mixed Nuts”. Not what he was looking for. Ah, yes! Testicles! “Stages of Cancer of the Testicle” was not very promising. Nor was “Undescended testicle repair”. Next, he tried “groin” and got “SportsFeed Hockey” and “GROIN PAIN”.

Finally, he combined “groin” and “kick”. “People are Talking: Health: Study finds 10% of boys get kicked below the belt, often by a girl.” Damn, he thought, the anger in him welling. They are teaching these females at a young age how to stick it to us males! How unfair! “Groin Kick Prompts Assault Charge”. Ah! That’s more like it! Sue the bitch! Wait a minute! What’s this? “V E L V E T - K I C K / GALLERY. Wicked, sadistic dominant high-heeled women who beat, kick, knee and brutalize men’s' balls and testicles with their feet. Sexy dominatrixes trample, torture and humiliate submissive men in their groin.” HOLY SHIT!

OH MY GOD! There are pictures here. There’s movies here! They actually show innocent, sweet young girls who are just ripe for a good fucking how to dominate and control their men with brutal – and effective! – kicks to his balls! How to knee! How to grab! He felt his face flush red with anger and the throbbing in his own beaten testicles reminded him of how vulnerable he was! A girl could learn how to lull him into a false sense of security and sexuality, flaunting her delicious breasts in his face, tantalizing him with short, short skirts, stockings and high heels, smiling at him and giving him a hard-on, distracting him and clearing a direct path to his tight, vulnerable, easy to hit balls!

With a crash, he fell right off his chair! When he had calmed down a bit, he found something else. A forum! As he read, he got more and more angry. These fools actually liked it! The many men, and a few women, posting actually got a kick out of kicking! Like these females need any encouragement, he thought as he cupped his swollen nuts. I can’t take it! I must do something. The women cannot be allowed to dominate the men! This disturbs the whole natural order of things! Women should be made to jump in my bed any time I want it! I should be able to freely pinch butts, cop a good feel of breast and nipples, thrust my hand down panties! No way should I have to beg the women not to crush my testicles and leave me rolling helpless on the floor before her! NO! NO! NO!

“Revenge will be mine,” he vowed. It was easy. As easy as the way that cow kneed my balls! He made stupid, incendiary post after post, cleverly imitating the names of regular posters. There were no passwords to hold him back! It worked! People got mad. They posted “FUCK YOU” posts of their own. They vowed never to go back again. It was like the flame wars all over again. How he laughed! He invited his friends over. They all laughed so hard at these losers and kept pressing the “submit” button again and again. They got mad over the multiple posts! Soon half the traffic on the site was given over to the posting of the “imposter”. Oh, there were some who suspected. There were some who said he couldn’t spell. But these posts themselves spawned their own responses! He made up story after story, all the time taking the persona and names from the forum itself.

Just when he knew he was winning, disaster struck! Or rather, it felt as if a sledgehammer had struck him right in his still sore balls! He squeaked and fell off his chair! His friends stared at him in disbelief – until as a man they suddenly grunted, doubled over and grabbed their own nutsacs! Someone’s girlfriend laughed at them all and left. The men tried for the door, but one by one, they yelled, folded in the middle and crumpled to the floor clutching their testicles. Even on the floor, they reacted as if a horse was kicking them in the groin over and over, jumping and crying out every few seconds as another wave of agony burst over them! The girl had returned with more girlfriends and sisters and carried a video camera, but she was laughing so hard she could barely keep it steady and had to place it on the table. All too soon, the men were unconscious and the women’s laughter slowly subsided. Climbing over the prostrate males, they checked out the computer screen and slowly it became obvious what had been going on. Why the men were all on the floor now was a bit of a mystery, but what the idiots had been doing was clear – trying to screw up an innocent on-line forum! One which gave them ideas! Oh, they were going to have great fun when this lot finally came round!

Postscript:

The Queen of Voodoo slowly dropped the doll to the table. For hours now, she had been torturing the squishy rubber “balls” of the Voodoo doll! Various pinchers and clamps were on the table before her. She winked at her customer, and they checked the forum once more. No sign of imposters! It had worked! Traditionally such Voodoo dolls required a piece of the victim – such as a hair or fingernail. But it was now the on-line age and new methods were called for. She picked up the doll and ran her finger over the numbers pinned to its chest.

“Well,” she said, “it’s a good job you could look up the IP number of this jerk, Yoda!”

He smiled and then said “Look here, some new woman is posting saying she has an interesting video to share…”

The New Mannequin

By Wizard

Pieter trounced across the floor of the loading bay and stood hands on hips eyeing the new mannequins being unloaded from the truck. He loved the traditional, hard, slim store mannequins with their cool, smooth skin and their androgynous faces. He humphed as he took in the new dolls, with their soft female curves, and feminine faces. Their full lips seemed to be smiling at him, and realistic eyes twinkled from the harsh overhead lights. He was shocked as the wrappers covering their bodies were stripped off. He didn’t approve, though the delivery crew were thoroughly enjoying their task because these dummies were beautiful! And they had soft warm skin, perky breasts with real-looking nipples, even a darker inverted triangle between the legs.

Pieter thought them ugly, but like all stores, they had to move with the fashions, and “real women” were in. Glamorized for sure, but much more realistic and earthy than the cold hard traditional types. One of the unloaders was fondling the breasts of a mannequin, much to his and his mate’s amusement and Pieter’s disgust. He turned away and suddenly heard a scream of pain! The breast fondler was rolling on the floor holding his crotch. Pieter lost all patience, assuming these two were larking about, and he ordered them to complete their unloading. They guy on the floor was all red-faced and keep gasping and pointing to the mannequin. Pieter turned and, just for a moment, it seemed as if she was smiling. Then he shook his head sadly and sauntered off, dismissing these dismal male lechers and awful female dolls.

Pieter laid the clothes down carefully and stared at the mannequin. She really was very realistic. She had no pubic hair, but as he looked closer at the bottom of the inverted, painted triangle, it seemed as if… He became aware that a crowd was gathering. Boys, laughing and pointing at the naked female. I’d better get it dressed, Pieter realized. Quickly he pulled on panties, much to the disappointment of his audience. Then he started on the bra. This was trickier, as he had no practice in real life, and this new doll felt so different. He got it fastened, but it was all crooked, so he reached round the front to adjust the fit of the soft breasts into the bra cups. His hands closed over the breasts and started squeezing and shaking them into place.

A sudden pain shot into Pieter’s testicles! Bending over in pain he angrily swung around, but no one was there! He looked out the window to see schoolboys laughing raucously until the store manager appeared and shooed them on. He glared at Pieter, still in shock from his sudden pain-in-the-balls and turned back to the doll. It sure seemed like she was smiling at him. The little bitch!

Pieter slapped her hard across the cheek and suddenly her right foot shot out in a beautiful front kick to his groin! He sank to his knees in shock as a broad smile came and went on the doll’s face. When his breathing had slowed again, he got slowly to his feet, staring at the doll curiously. The doll stood there. Again Pieter checked behind him for someone playing a joke. But hadn’t he seen the doll kick?? He warily came to face the doll again. It stood there. He called it names. He decided he was being quite ridiculous. How could a doll kick him? He straightened the bra straps on her shoulder and ran his hands down her back to her buttocks to check the panty fit. He was fondling her bum quite nicely when – BAMM! Her knee shot up into his unprotected, still sore balls, crushing them into his body! He bent over gasping, and she gently held his head in her hands, lifted him up, kissed him on the lips… and promptly kneed him again! He doubled over, so she spun him around and viciously kicked his balls from behind, her metal and plastic leg smashing his delicate plums and dropping him. Pieter already didn’t like girls. Now he wouldn’t even like fake ones!

The Gatecrasher

By Wizard

The night was cold, dark and wet. I was alone, trudging my way through the city streets, enjoying the walk and cool air, which made the city smell less stale and rotten. I was heading in the direction of home, having nothing better to do, when I heard the sounds of a party. Music and laughter and girls, girls and more girls! Cool. I peaked through the windows, and saw the foxiest bunch of females all dressed up in party splendor. They all seemed to be Asian. I just can’t resist a foxy Asian bitch – they just make me horny as hell you know? All I can think about when a see one is sex. Makes it hell trying to start up a conversation, but sometimes your dick does the talking, know what I mean? Western women will try everything to ignore a big bulge in your pants, but an Asian girl will stare and smile and darn it there goes my concentration again:)

I could stand a party. I wasn’t invited, of course, but hey! Desperate times call for desperate measures! I walked up the steps and confronted the black painted door with its polished brass knocker. Well, try the easy way first. The door was unlocked! I quickly slipped inside. I figured I could slip into the crowd, and indeed I did. I slipped right onto the dance floor and was rewarded with beautiful smiles from some beautiful babes. Someone thrust a drink into my hand and I drained it. My dick responded by springing to attention, which once noticed caused much smiling and giggling, which in turn made me throb with lust. I drained another drink and suddenly realized I was the only guy in the place. Oh my! Had I stumbled into a lesbian orgy? But they were all so young and beautiful! If that was true I might have to kill myself! Maybe it was the female equivalent of a stag party – what do they call those, a hen party? At any event, I realized that I could never lose myself in this crowd.

Suddenly the girls parted and this tall, slim girl covered in skintight shiny black material strode in my direction. Wasn’t shiny black plastic and leather part of the SM scene? I didn’t care and could hardly think. Her face was perfect, if cold, and whatever she was wearing showed off her body magnificently. I swear I could plainly see her slit and her nipples were thrusting out from her almost flat chest. She said nothing, just walked right up to me -- and rammed her knee into my balls with the force of a freight train.

I wasn’t expecting this, and I collapsed to my knees in pain and shock while the room around me turned red and the girls laughed and cheered (and some cried out “Let me try!”). My tormentor smiled at me as I gasped for air but gave me no quarter. At a quick hand signal my arms were seized away from their protective position and she leisurely wrapped her long fingers around my testicles, feeling their weight through my thin pants. My balls still hurt like hell but the pain had spread out. I could feel the gentle probing of her fingers as she slowly massaged me; the sensation of each testicle rolling around in my scrotum was exquisite. I was totally in her power – and was loving it! My dick was sooo hard! I think I would have come from her ball massaging alone if she hadn’t stepped back and let fly with her clunky boot shod foot and smashed right into my testes. She kicked me so hard I slid back a foot on the floor. I would have collapsed in pain too but my arms were held back tight, keeping me upright. Now my black tormentor was really enjoying this. I was helpless before her and she knew it! Her hand started massaging her own crotch as she swung her leg back again. I was in agony already from her two perfect, and very hard, ball shots. She smiled as she saw the look of terror on my face. She kept staring into my eyes as she slammed her foot into my balls again. I couldn’t help it, I squealed like a girl surprised by a spider. I could barely stay conscious but I was very aware that all around me these girls thought this was the most hilarious thing they had seen. I couldn’t believe the cruelty! Didn’t they know how much pain they were causing me? I looked up into the smiling face of black before me and gulped. I guess they DID know, in fact were relying on it.

Another hand signal, and I was on my feet – barely! She came right up to me and rubbed herself against me sensuously. She whispered in my ear “Strip”.

“Oh no…” I started to say but her knee was already buried deep in my body and my testicles were caught between the two. This girl had great technique! I had already suffered three perfect shots from this beautiful bitch and this one made the first three seem like warm-ups. I don’t know how long I was curled up on the floor but everyone was watching me intently, many like they couldn’t believe I was being beaten up so thoroughly and only using a single target. (Well, OK, two of them.) And this was an exclusive male target. Black got right in my face, and in a small almost squeaky voice said a single word: “Now”.

I staggered to my feet and started to undress. I was stopped and had to do a full striptease for them with music and all. If I didn’t do it right one of the girls would make a fist, punch me solidly in the balls and make me dress and strip again. The second time I couldn’t help protecting my balls with my hands since I could see what was coming. That was a mistake. This tiny little girl slapped my face so hard it actually stung more than my balls! But only for a moment as she proceeded to punch and then knee me and knee me and knee me as soon as my hands were out of the way. I could barely stand! I don’t know how she did it, she was so tiny, but I sure felt every bony crunch of her knee into my poor battered balls. I had so resistance left and she loved it, smashing my helpless testicles. She must have felt mighty powerful at this point. I easily weighed in at three times her weight, or more, and yet she targeted my nutsac and rendered me helpless again.

Finally I had stripped to their satisfaction, though not without punishment from half the room. I began to notice that the girls who had attacked my nuts seemed really happy and smiled a lot. Luckily for me my dick and balls are a fairly meaty good size, so at least the girls were happy with what I was showing. Unluckily for me that also meant my balls made good targets, and they sure felt swollen now! A cord was tied around my tender scrotum and pulled snug. One of the girls punched my balls from behind. With no warning I doubled over instantly and she grabbed the cord and pulled sharply, and pushed me the floor on all fours. I risked looking behind me and saw her stripping off herself. My eyes took in her nakedness and trim body. She saw me looking and as punishment pulled up on the cord, restraining and positioning my testicles for her casual kick. Oh God! I really felt that one but she laughed and mounted me like I was her pony. I could feel her hot thighs on my side and her straight pussy hairs were tickling my back. She pulled on the cord again and not wanting any more ball bashing I started to give her a ride. She kept a slight pressure on the cord at all times, so that my balls, usually dangling between my legs and slapping from thigh to thigh were held proudly out in the air. Held out so that any girl I passed who fancied it could slap, punch or otherwise assault my manhood. I should have felt humiliated, but with a naked girl on my back and more stripping any minute – and all cute Asians – all I could think about was sex!

My balls had recovered – or become numbed – so that all thoughts of earlier agony were forgotten in an erotic rush! The nakedness all around me had me hard as a rock. Erect. Engorged. Stiff. I was so swollen it was unbelievable. I would swear my cock had grown at least an inch in length and was so fat it felt like I was swinging a big, fat salami! Tied in the cord my balls felt twice their normal size too. I felt so horny and turned on I wanted to screw every women in the room. Some of them didn’t even look old to screw, but it’s hard to tell with Asians. My brain wasn’t working; I can tell you, except to imagine glorious, fabulous, hot and satisfying sex with beautiful slant-eyed small-breasted, tight-pussied chick after chick. In my mind’s eye I saw the whole roomful lying shagged and exhausted as I stood proud and tall and erect, spraying the slim, supine bodies with cum!

“Enjoying ourselves now, are we?” A voice came from behind me and the room went quiet except for a giggle here and there. I couldn’t see behind me so I finally spread my legs and dropped my head to peer upside down between my legs. There was Black, the only one in the room not stripped naked it would seem. She looked at me and smiled. My back rider started to gently tug and release the cord, making my dick and balls bob and wobble between my legs. The sight of my manly parts being gently wobbled so caused much giggling and merriment among the watching crowd. In my case it just turned me on more, and though I was red with embarrassment at being displayed so blatantly to this crowd of female strangers, I was also quite proud to show off what I had and be the center of attention. Black spoke again.

“Well my gate crashing friend, I see you are enjoying our party. I’m also glad that you are providing my girls with such entertainment. I do so like to see them happy. I think we should give him what he wants; don’t you think so girls? We are fair you see, and want to give you great pleasure as long as we also get our pleasure. What’s it to be girls?” There was a chorus of yells and shouts and Black held up her hand for silence. She smiled at me, though from my position it was a frown.

“You ARE a lucky man,” she purred as my rider jiggled me about more roughly. Whatever the girls want, you get, and my are they horny!” I looked around the room and I had to agree. They looked ready to fuck. I just hoped I get to as many as I could before pooping out. After all, if I was studly enough they might invite me back for more, oh what a thought! But course, I was forgetting one thing.

“You just have to take something from all of us first!” she laughed. I dropped my head to look between my legs again and saw Black’s shiny black legs and boots, and my exposed wobbling testicles. Then I saw Black take a step back and in a fast blur run forward and let fly with her boot-clad foot right into my waiting balls. Even with a girl on my back my knees left the ground and my head banged into the floor as the shock wave of pain shot up my spine from my smashed balls. My head exploded as a great cheer went up from the girls in the room! My eyes could not focus and my body went limp as I collapsed on the floor, incapable of doing anything but feel the awful throbbing pain which was now spreading out from my shattered balls and into my whole body it seemed, but especially my gut, causing me to curl up in a fetal ball. Like all boys and men, I had been hit in the nuts, either deliberately or accidentally, but never in my life had I experienced pain like this. I was shattered, overwhelmed, helpless. I was entirely in their power. I lay there on the floor gasping for air like a stranded fish and a VERY happy Black casually strolled over, kicked me onto my back and gently rested her booted foot on my red nutsac. I gasped again and tears streamed down my face. She smiled deliciously.

Suddenly there was a loud Bam, Bam, Bam! on the front door. Black looked up quickly but did not panic, and kept her foot on my balls, ready at any minute to press down. The door was opened and in walked the biggest policeman I have seen. He opened his mouth to say something but he was in shock even though it was obvious that he was an experienced cop. His concentration was further challenged by naked cuties rubbing their pussies against his leg and purring, “I love a man with a big truncheon” in his ear. Black gave another sign.

In an instant the door was slammed shut, the copper was kicked hard in the balls, one girl knelt while another jumped off her back and landed with her legs wrapped neatly around his neck, her pussy buried in his face. His balls were kicked hard again; his gun was taken; his balls were kicked really hard; his night stick was taken; his balls were kicked with an audible thump; his fly was opened and his male sexual equipment was hauled out into the open; his balls were kicked several more times – they were large and hard to miss and nicely exposed! The neck wrapper slid off him, giving him several quick knees as she slid down his front and his arms and legs were seized. He had great stamina, I’ll give him that, but no man is immune to a testicle beating as our Asian females knew very well, and his had been well pummeled. Even so, I didn’t think they could hold him forever. Without his testicles to target he could have wiped the floor with the entire room.

Suddenly he gasped and looked down. I followed his gaze and gasped as well. This gorgeous, tiny naked cutie who looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly was holding in her hand a very large, very sharp, serrated-edge knife. Resting over that knife was the cop’s scrotum, his big balls dangling dangerously over the wrong side of the knife. Vicious little cutie smiled at him as beads of sweat broke out on his brow.

“Now don’t move, big boy,” she purred as she casually stroked his limp dick. Now, here is this huge guy, one slice away from losing his balls and maybe his dick too and you see he is scared to death of these petite women. But they are also NAKED petite women, who have no qualms about kicking his balls, threatening castration – and stroking his dick. Despite everything he swells up and damn! I’m jealous! This guy is hung like a porn star, though he is large so I guess it is not out of proportion.

“Don’t move or make a sound, you understand me?” she demanded. He started to open his mouth to answer her and her knife arm tensed. He quickly shut his mouth tightly closed and nodded his head. “If you move or make a sound, then zzzziiiuup!” She drew her finger across her throat, but we knew what she really meant. “Then you will lose this, hmmm, very nice package. Now, wouldn’t that be a shame, hmm?” He obediently nodded, looking so uncomfortable with his genitalia so ruthlessly exposed to these cruel women.

Black kicked at me. “Time to get up, my man.” Luckily I had recovered from her kick so that I only felt a dull ache now. Back on my knees it was as I was mounted again and the cord around my scrotum adjusted. “You know, I like that position.” Black explained as she nudged my legs apart and my rider forced my head down to the floor. “It’s such a deliciously inferior, submissive posture. It makes me feel so powerful!” She was not greedy. She called all who were not otherwise engaged over and so here I was presented balls-out in a really exposed posture. My rider pulled up on the testicle-tether and I had to watch as the first girl approached me.

I expected another kick, but apparently that wasn’t her bag. What she did was to grab MY bag, getting a good grip on my sac behind my tender organs so that her small hands could deal with my large balls. She wanted to make sure they did not get away! She pulled up with all her might, twisting them around and clamping down tight. I was sure she had ripped them right off and cried out in agony. She held them and squeezed them until SHE was satisfied, ignoring the fact that I was barely conscious. When she finally let go my balls flopped back down between my legs, sending pain shooting through my body and leaving them hanging about three inches lower than before!

The next girl was a real sweetie; young, shy, beautiful – and scared to really hurt me. She gently punched my danglers making them swing about like a loose, floppy punching bag while she giggled like a schoolgirl. I was so grateful to be able to recover from the pain that watching her swing my balls like that got me hard as a rock again. When she gently caressed my pulsing shaft I was about ready to explode, but she stopped, leaving me with my balls all tightened up in my scrotum. Too bad, as a bare foot smashed right into them! I reflexively tried to curl up but they grabbed me and spread my legs out again as my head spun around. The pain! I was gasping and gulping air as if that would make the pain go away. Some hope! My balls were roughly jerked up again as a closed fist whacked them dead on target, flattening them against my butt. The room seemed to be tilting as my hair was roughly grabbed and my head jerked up. I stared into Black’s masked face.

“I would not advise passing out on us,” she recommended as I felt sharp cold steel against the neck of my jewel bag. I gulped and she smiled at me. “That’s right my stud, disappoint us and you will be gelded like an uncooperative stallion. Once your testicles are removed and the testosterone stops flowing I think you will be much calmer, and you won’t be bothering our little parties anymore either. These little bitches get your juices flowing, eh?” she said as she squeezed pre-cum from the end of my dick. I groaned and shuddered as a wave of pleasure swept over me; a little mini-orgasm as I thought of how a quick cut with the knife would leave my balls on the floor. I almost welcomed the idea as an end the pain and somehow the vulnerability to these females turned me on.

Black roughly pushed my head to the floor and my testes were pulled up ready for more punishment. I was completely helpless, my balls presented for the pleasure of these young naked females. A beautifully manicured and delicate foot rammed into my priced possessions, returning me once more into the realm of pain. With only a moment to recover another girl stepped forward and crushed them flat. I was barely able to breathe as yet another girl giggled and laughed at me as she took her turn, trying hard to outdo the others. I was ready to drag myself under a rock and never emerge. One more devastating kick and I broke down, yelling out with pain as tears swelled from my eyes. Black grabbed me by the hair and laughed in my face.

“I love to see into a man’s eyes as he submits his very essence to our pleasure.” As I was kicked again and my face contorted in agony Black’s body shuddered in pleasure. She fell back, groaning herself as she plunged her hands between her legs and clamped her thighs together. Through my fog I realized that she had orgasmed right in front of me. I’ve never satisfied a woman like that before, I thought as I finally collapsed on the floor myself.

My balls were so beat up that the girls had to give me a rest, though it disappointed them. They turned their attention to the cop, teasing him, unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly the room went very quite, and I struggled to look as a gorgeous, totally loveable and totally fuckable girl pressed down with her bare foot on my balls, pinning me in place. I could feel her toes wrapping themselves around each testicle in turn, rolling it over and making me groan, then applying pressure to send a blip of pain into my system. My penis was throbbing with a great erection!

Despite these distractions I was able to see what had happened. The cop was wired! I always thought that was for undercover cops, not uniform, but what do I know? What was certain was that everything in the room was being recorded somewhere close by. The cop gulped, only too aware of the sharp knife still held under his scrotum, his large, vulnerable balls hanging dangerously over the edge! The knife-holder narrowed her eyes and she tensed, waiting for a signal from Black that would send him into the land of the eunuchs! The scene held, punctuated only by my cries when the girl stepping on my balls applied her weight. Black glowered at me, all amusement and pleasure gone. I remembered her threat to castrate me too, and got very afraid.

Black started smiling. A cold, wicked smile that sent chills through me. Strangely my erection seemed to get even bigger. Did I have a submissive streak? My ball-stepper apparently noticed the turgid state of my male member also, and apparently it made her horny as hell. Despite the entertainment available in the room she dragged me to the next room and threw my down on a mat. I started to get up but she quickly flicked her foot into my aching balls, knocking me back down again. She waited for my eyes to open and kicked me again! Although the pain was terrible, I was also consumed with lust. Every time she hurt me I wanted her more; every time she smacked my balls with her dainty feet my cock seemed to grow another two inches.

She jumped on me, sliding my great big cock expertly into her hot juicy pussy. I groaned with pleasure and she chastised me – warned me not to come too soon. She punctuated her speech with a hard punch to my balls, trapped under her firm ass. As I gasped and writhed with pain she rode me like a rodeo horse, bucking all around and un-self-consciously yelling in passion at the top of her lungs! I was being tortured and abused – heck she was practically raping me, and every time I seemed to enjoy it too much she would lean back and punch hard right up between my legs, hitting my swollen balls dead on again!

I was vaguely aware that out in the main room the cop was being punished. I guess cutting off his nuts was no fun, or at least a pleasure quickly over. Instead they were practicing their most deadly groin kicks, smacking him so hard in his balls that he yelled out in pain. They were having a hard time holding him up as he kept doubling over on them. I saw Black holding the mike right in the cop’s face, making sure whoever was listening made sure they knew exactly what was happening. Then I was punched in my balls for not paying attention, and punched again and again as my rider shuddered through orgasm after orgasm. She was really having fun, I thought. I could not come, so achy were my balls. So I watched her shudder until finally she fell forward on me. I could feel her hard nipples poking me and the juices from her pussy hot in my groin, but still I couldn’t come, though my dick throbbed.

I was then witness to the most awful thing I have ever seen. These beautiful young naked girls set about destroying the manhood of this poor cop, not by using the sharp castrating knife, but by using their nails! Each girl would grab hold to the cop’s scrotum behind his red, swollen testicles and would then do their best to stab their nails into him and sever the sac containing his nuts! They would grab, squeeze, pull, punch, twist – anything they could think of.

One girl clamped tight on his balls and started swinging – her whole weight hanging on his balls! His screams were ignored as they struggled to hold him in place. Some girls started filing their nails to sharpen them up. I was getting nauseous just watching. Surely the cop’s backup would come bursting in any moment? The females seemed to be lost in their bloodlust. And flow the blood did – I could no longer watch, and was afraid to help out in any way, fearing the same treatment. The cop let out a final scream and I looked up to see his shredded scrotum, dripping blood as his testicles swung free on their cords. I was going to be sick. Finally the gelding job was completed with the sharp knife and they dropped him to the floor. I saw a light flashing outside. Was the cavalry too late? Black turned to stare right through me and I shuddered. Then she smiled and I was truly scared.

Next she was in the room with me. She had a mask on – black and shiny and with holes for eyes and mouth. I felt like a convenience store about to be robbed. I was about to be robbed, actually, but first she was all sympathy for my red nuts and swollen dick.

“We’ll really have to do something about that,” she purred and started sucking me. The horrors of the night faded as she rolled my dick around her mouth and tongue, sucking and slurping. I don’t know about you, but I never seem to get a blowjob, even a mediocre one. This one wasn’t mediocre, so despite all that had happened I really started to get into it. Black started to use her nails to scratch at my balls. Finally I came in an explosion, splattering come onto Black’s shiny face and suit as she popped me out of her mouth. As I flopped back she brought me back to reality with her right hand in front of my face.

“Fun’s over.” She stated flatly as steel razors popped out of her nails. “How do ya’ like this little nail décor, eh?” I tried to get up as she grabbed a handful of testicles. “Say bye-bye to these babies!” she gloated, her eyes like glowing coals. She dug her nails in and I knew she was for real! She gave a quick rotation of her arm, razors slashing, neatly severing my balls from my body! I heard them hit the mat with a plop! I was in shock! I couldn’t believe she had really castrated me, after such a great blowjob! The banging on the door started then. The cavalry arriving too late, I thought. Black pulled off her mask…

“Mom????”

The banging got louder!

“MOM!! It can’t be”

SCCCCRREEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was panting, wet, and in my own bedroom. Mom called through the door. “Get up already! You’ll be late!” I pulled up the covers. I was intact! I was whole! I was still a man! A rather sticky man, true, but nothing a shower wouldn’t fix. So I shook my head in disbelief and tumbled out of bed. Man, some days just start rougher than others!

Studs

By Wizard

"Mine thinks he's a stud" declared Janice. "Do you think it's because he's black?"

"Maybe…" Nicole replied, "… or perhaps because he loves to stick it to your white ass!"

"Nicole!" cried Janice, but she was smiling.

"All men think they're studs, whether it's true or not" declared Nicole. "Why are you asking anyway?"

"Well, don't laugh, but I found this article on the web that tells you how to check out a stud ram. I just found myself fantasizing about checking out a man the same way. Especially when it comes to checking out the balls! I got so hot thinking about treating our men like animals.”

"What ARE you talking about? Stud ram? Balls? This isn't something to do with football, is it?"

"You're nuts Nicole! Stud ram - a male sheep - one used for mating!"

"Mating? You can check them out for that?" asked Janice.

"That's where the balls come in Nicole. Let's get our men to be stud rams for us and we'll check out their testicles."

Nicole giggled. Janice smiled at Nicole and said, "I want to try an experiment with you, OK. It's real easy! All you have to do is say the word 'testicles' a few times - and keep a straight face."

"Oh Janice you get the funniest ideas! OK. Here we go. Stop smiling at me, OK? Alright - I'm going to say it now… testicles." No sooner had Nicole uttered the word than she snorted back a smirk. Janice made hand signals to encourage her to continue. "Testicles - stop smiling already! Testicles. Testicles. Testi…" She could hold it no longer and laughed out load.

"See?" said Janice. "Testicles are funny!"

"You're right!" laughed Nicole. "Something so precious to men and dangling so invitingly on the outside of their bodies!"

"Hmmm" murmured Janice "…but I do so like to see them swing from side to side. Especially after a nice hot shower - they're just so dangly then!"

"Ohh I know what you mean! I like to watch him when he's drying off. When he bends over you can see his balls flopping about between his legs, all exposed like he's some kind of animal - a bull or something." Both women giggled like little girls as they imaged their men in such interesting positions. Janice thought about her boyfriend, Leroy. He was nicely endowed penis-wise but his balls were pretty small. She thought about Nicole's boyfriend Jack, and thinking that if his balls reminded Nicole of a bull, that was something she had to check out. Bulls were very well endowed, testicle-wise. In fact, stud bulls were selected to have the biggest testicles, a thought which brought smiles to her face once more. I'm going to have to check Jack out she thought.

"Let's see that article," said Nicole. After checking it out Nicole agreed that it would be fun. They would check the men all over, appraising them. They especially got to check out the condition of their genitals. The article was quite explicit and it made Nicole wet.

"We have to do them together," she declared at last. "We have to humiliate them a bit to make them really feel like animals".

Janice was pleased. This was just what she wanted and she was worried that she would have to do some major persuading to get Nicole to go along. And she suggested it herself! "And if they pass the test they can fuck my brains out!" laughed Janice suggestively.

"You can check out my ballsy bull and I'll look over your black sheep of the family!" agreed Nicole.

This is going to be great, thought Janice. Animals had no inhibitions about sex. Heck, they walked around naked all day and when they wanted to do it they just did it right there! Heck, I hope they BOTH want to fuck my brains out.

"But will the boys go along" wondered Nicole.

"Oh don't worry about THAT. When it comes to anything kinky and sexy guys will go along with anything, believe me!"

"Give me that article again," said Janice. "I'm getting goose bumps already!"

The "boys" had agreed readily enough, though interestingly they were more bothered about being naked in front of each other than exposing themselves to both girls.

"Perverts!" cried Nicole. "I honestly think men like to show themselves off to all women. Ever noticed how they sit in public, especially on trains or buses, legs all spread wide so you clearly see their bulges." Janice looked sideways at Nicole but said nothing. Both men did seem quite keen in the end, which was just as well or they would never have gone along with being tied up. To make the men as much like animals as possible their arms and legs were tied up, there mouths were gagged and music played through headphones on their heads. So now the women could do what they wanted with these two stud animals without them having any warning as what was to happen and without them jumping up or answering back. They had also been made to have long hot showers since the two women would be all over them.

This is priceless, thought Janice. Before them were two male animals, on their hands and knees of course, showing nicely the effects of the hot showers as their testicles wobbled nicely between their legs. Janice and Nicole were giggling already. Leroy, tall and a bit skinny with nice round balls and a dangling schlong. Jack, shorter but bigger of build, with testicles so fat and heavy in their scrotum that his penis was not visible.

"You're so right!" laughed Nicole. "Testicles ARE funny! And we can say what we like - they can't hear a thing!"

Janice read from the article. "It is approaching breeding time again." Giggles already! She read through the preamble, describing what might go wrong and then on to how to choose a good stud. "…take a good look at him a month ahead of time and make sure he will be in good breeding condition--not too fat, not too thin…" The women started to examine their studs. They hadn't told the guys, but since they were already doing something quite kinky, they had decided to examine each other's animal! That way, they told themselves, they would be fresh and unbiased in their evaluations. Of course, Janice wanting to feel up Jack's giant balls and Nicole fantasizing about Leroy's black dick probably had something to do with this decision too. The animals suddenly became alert as these "strange" hands examined their bodies. But they could say nothing.

"If he is a lamb or wasn't sheared in the spring, he should be sheared. Do his feet need trimming? Does he have pizzle rot (sores on the end of his prepuce)?" read Janice.

"Pizzle rot!" Nicole exclaimed!

The women proceeded to examine the animals' hair, feet and penises, carefully examining the prepuce for pizzle rot. The animals were not too keen on having their pizzles touched for they jumped - at first. Then the pizzles started expanding. Janice was having fun feeling Jack's member swelling in her hand, but was pissed that Leroy was getting hard. Nicole was gently stroking the long black dick, noticing how it looked pink and sensitive on the tip. She did not like the way that Jack's erection was throbbing in Janice's hand. They looked at each other. "Punishment" declared Nicole, and Janice agreed. At least the animals had demonstrated a studly willingness - and no pizzle rot in evidence!

"The most important part of a ram is his testicles--the sperm factory. Obviously, the bigger the factory, the more production potential it possesses. Measurement of testicular circumference and palpation are an extremely easy way of predicting the rams' production potential and success of the lambing season" quoted Janice. "Check out this part about the balls!"

"Ram testicles at breeding time should be uniform in size and shape and feel turgid as though they are almost ready to burst--as they should be--with sperm. If they feel slack or soft, then sperm production is at a low ebb or even non-existent. If one is much larger than the other or you feel a hard lump or the two are not uniform in consistency, something is wrong and chances are you need another ram."

"We get to squeeze them!" enthused Nicole.

"Oh goody! Maybe we'll squeeze them a bit too hard! Good punishment, don't you think?"

"Hang on!" said Janice. "There's more!"

"A seamstress' tape measure will work nicely to measure the scrotal circumference. The scrotum is grasped above the testicles with one hand and the testicles are forced as far down in the scrotum as possible."

"Ohh" smiled Nicole. "That sounds painful! Are you sure this is legit?"

"Direct quote" said Janice. She smiled. "I can't wait! But let me finish. I've got tape measures right here."

"Jack wins this one," declared Nicole.

"He has got quite a 'scrotal circumference'! Wow! I never thought to measure balls!" said Janice.

"Well, when we're done with the evaluation, why don't you just whack those big fat testes with your fist! Oh my! I'm getting all wet at the thought of you having a go at Jack's nuts! I'll do the same with Leroy and we'll find out whether big nuts hurt more than small ones! Look how easy it will be to punish them." The women looked over at the men; their low hanging balls all exposed behind them.

"We're gonna kick your bal-alls! We're gonna kick your bal-alls!" sang Janice.

Nicole looked at her funny. "Remember, dear they can't hear a thing over that heavy metal!" My how they laughed!

"Then with the other hand, measure the circumference of scrotum and testicles at their greatest width. Pull the tape snug but not tight when measuring. A helper will make the job easier."

Jack jumped as Janice's cold hands wrapped around his testicles. As she began rolling them in her hands his dick swelled up. Then she began to poke and prod them. She cupped them in both hands - his big heavy nuts were too much for Janice's small hands - and then she started squeezing. At first it was gentle and Jack felt like he was about to come having Janice's hands all over his genitals. Then she squeezed hard and he gasped in pain - but couldn't say anything. His reflexes tried to pull his compressed balls away but Janice pulled him back anyway. Jack started to get mad - and she let go. He let his head drop and panted a little. He had been holding his breath. He felt the air cool around his exposed testicles, feeling the draught with his scrotal hairs. Janice looked to see how Nicole was doing.

Leroy felt very strange, having another women handle his most sensitive parts. Somehow, when he agreed to this, he assumed that Janice would be examining him. He tensed up and his scrotum retracted. The thrill his dick felt vanished now that his balls were on the line. He didn't trust the girls now. But it was too late - trussed as he was he was at the total mercy of the women and he felt very vulnerable as Nicole rolled and squeezed his balls like he was some kind of animal being examined. Oh yeah, that's what it's supposed to be. He felt a new sympathy for farm animals now!

The women compared notes. No lumps or unevenness was detected. Jack's testicles were large and a bit squishy, the right one being a little bigger. Leroy's were smaller, the same size and quite firm.

"Now to measure" smiled Janice brandishing her tape. "Don't forget to FORCE those testicles as far down in the scrotum as they will go!" Janice got a real kick talking about the guys testicles when they could hear - and suspect - nothing! They laughed at this and went to attack, er, I mean to measure their studs.

Janice's cool fingers circled Jacks' scrotum above the testicles. She had to jinx her hand around a bit to settle his big balls in their sac. Jack tried to turn his head around to see what the heck this woman was doing to his testicles. Janice waited with a handful of testicles to see how Nicole was doing. She had easily encircled her animal's genitals and was grinning at Janice. With tape measures held ready, they yanked down hard on the scrotums, forcing the testicles to fill the end of the bags. The reaction from the guys was immediate as they thrashed around, trying to dislodge the grip the women had on their very manhood. The females found this amusing as it caused them to tighten, not loosen their grips! It also made measuring impossible. With a wicked grin, Janice balled up her other hand into a fist and, with a yell, slammed it into Jack's testicles cradled in her other hand. There was a loud "smack" as her fist impacted the target. She felt her fingers bury themselves into the soft tissue, cushioning the impact on her hand. For Jack there was no cushioning, no escape for his immobilized balls. He instantly stopped thrashing as he tried desperately to suck in air around his gag as pain racked him. Nicole was shocked - though not half as shocked as Jack - until Janice had her come over to help, easily slipping the tape around Jack's reddening orbs. She looked at Janice with awe.

Leroy tried desperately to see what was going on. Jack had a very strange expression on his face. Nicole now once again gripped his scrotum above his balls and squeezed them deep down in the sac. He wasn't sure whether to struggle or not. He did not know what had happened to Jack but he in a very vulnerable position and he did not know what Nicole could do. She seemed to be handling him very roughly. He decided to stay still, and felt the tape encircle him. It sent a strange shiver through him to be roughly handled like an animal. Although she hadn't needed to subdue him, Nicole felt a strange power flowing through her as she gripped his testicles. She wanted to see what Janice had felt.

Suddenly Leroy's world exploded. He almost lost consciousness as unbelievable pain exploded up his spine. He tried to collapse on the floor but his nuts were being pulled up. He could hardly breathe as the two girls roared with laughter! Oh yes, testicles were very funny indeed! The girls wanted more, but were afraid the punches would damage their boyfriends. So they slapped instead! Jack's big balls wobbled around like Jell-O every time Janice's hand smacked into them. Le's were looser and went flying around all over the place. Every time they got a good slap in the guy's heads would snap up in pain.

Eventually the females tired of this activity. Watching the testicles bounce around was so amusing they were tired of laughing. There was more!

"A veterinarian, in addition to a complete physical exam and the above procedures, will also examine the spermatozoa, which he collects with the use of an electroejaculator. The very light electrical stimulus given by this device causes the ram to ejaculate. The sample is collected and examined under a microscope."

Nicole looked shocked. "Don't' worry, we won't use electricity" said Janice, "but we have to make them come, OK?" Nicole felt very kinky as she reached between Le's legs and started stroking his penis. Despite the pain in his balls, Le's dick soon responded to the handling by Nicole and he started panting. Nicole was getting wet as her hand rubbed up and down his large erection. Meanwhile Janice had started jacking Jack. He was moaning with pleasure as she stroked him, his big fat balls bouncing and wobbling against her arm. Janice got a very wicked thought. "Let's smack them in the balls again just when they come!" Nicole laughed at this thought, nodded in agreement and got her fist ready as her beast was puffing and snorting under her stimulation. Jack was also starting to moan and Janice started to play with his balls causing Jack's head to rise up with pleasure.

Le's dick was throbbing and Nicole knew he was near. She increased her rhythm until she saw his scrotum contract and drew his testicles up towards his body. "Whack!" went her fist straight into those balls. Le roared and bucked but she kept her hold on his throbbing dick, pumping furiously, and smacked her fist into his balls again as hard as she could! Le's whole body shook then went stiff, as his dick pumped out several shots of cum and then he just deflated like a punctured blow-up, sinking to the floor as far as his restraints allowed. Pleasure and pain rolled over him in waves as Nicole sat back in satisfaction.

"Now THAT's a semen sample!" she declared happily.

Meanwhile Janice was working on her animal, pulling the foreskin back to expose the glans and then covering it again. She was fascinated by this. Then she started on Jack's testicles, grabbing them with her free hand, twisting them or squeezing them and then letting them go to flop down again. Nicole couldn't help herself and slapped Jack's exposed ass cheeks. Suddenly Jack's ass started bobbing up and down as he tried to rub himself against Janice's hand.

Both women laughed to see his balls bobbing up and down also. "Get ready!" said Nicole, so Janice balled up her fist and let it fly into Jack's balls. She was too early! Jack started trashing around, in pain but unable to stop the pleasure wanting so badly to come. His dick felt like a big fat cucumber in Janice's hands as she readied her fist to strike him again. His dick was pulsing as she wrapped her whole hand around it pumping away.

"When's he gonna blow?" she queried Nicole, amazed that after all this stimulation he still hadn't come. "Did you two do it this morning?" she asked.

"Shut up and hit his balls, Janice!" cried Nicole, so Janice whacked him again. Jack arched his back and gasped in pain but didn't come. Janice, in frustration punched at his balls again and Nicole grabbed them to hold them still. Still rubbing, Janice cried out and smashed her fist down while Nicole pulled up. Her fist buried itself into his testicles and Jack yelled out even though gagged, pumped his load into Janice's hand and flopped down, panting beaten and spent.

"Here, want a taste?" asked Janice as they examined Jacks ejaculate.

"No," said Nicole, "after that I want a FUCK, but I think we've just fucked our men up."

"Well, I enjoyed our little ball-games! No wonder men like them. But I guess we won't find out just yet if our men are really studs. They look more like castrated animals to me!"

The girls looked over at their men, lying bound and defeated on the floor and had to laugh.

"I wonder if they'll let us play again?" said Nicole.

"It was great fun and I feel so powerful being able to attack their balls like that," said Janice, "but next time I want to come too!"