Friday, October 26, 2007

Akiko

By overfiend

Fair warning: this story is not strictly ballbusting. It also contains element of extreme forced cunnilingus, so, if that isn't your thing...

Mark closed the apartment door behind him and hurriedly shucked off his clothes, as much for the ungodly summer heat as for Akiko. He had made it back home before her, but he knew that if she had been there that she would have commanded him to do so just the same. Perhaps this way she would at least go a little bit easier on him. He doubted it, though. Almost without fail, whenever he got back first, it meant that she had a particularly bad day and had a lot of extra pent-up anger to take out. Not that you would ever be able to tell from her demeanor. Akiko was perpetually cheerful, even on her worst day, and even the best psychoanalyst would be hard-pressed to diagnose her with an anger problem. At least that was how Akiko was now.

When Mark had first started dating Akiko, she was quite similar to her now familiar, ever-cheerful self. However, there was one difference. Akiko had never been one to handle stress well. She would swallow all her stress and negative emotions until it became too much for handle. Once her cauldron of silent rage was full and boiling over, the tiny girl would erupt. Such incidences had cost her several jobs and in the course of their relationship had cost Mark several pieces of furniture, destroyed in her tantrums.

Mark stuck with her, however. He truly loved the woman that Akiko was when she wasn’t having one of her bad spells. After one evening spent picking up the remnants of a pair of demolished dining room chairs with Akiko seething in the corner, Mark decided to make Akiko to talk to him about her problem. One broken picture frame and a few cracked dishes later, he finally convinced her to open up. She told him all about her problem with suppressing anger, about her authority problem, and about how she was frustrated at never feeling control over any aspect of her life. Mark, of course, gave the same advice nearly any armchair psychiatrist would: release the anger as it occurs. Talk about your problems. Find something in your life you can take control of and seize onto it.

For her part, Akiko took his advice – just not in the way Mark would have expected. Instead of Akiko going to the gym a few times a month to work off the anger and some late night discussions every now and then about her feelings, he landed himself the situation he was in now. That night, Mark had offered her control over any one thing in their relationship she wanted. She chose Mark’s sex life. He had been a bit taken aback, but wasn’t too worried. After all, Akiko was nothing if she wasn’t a consummate nymphomaniac. As it turned out, he should have been worried. She had also taken to letting out her cumulated anger at the end of every day, except now she took it out of Mark’s genitals. After all, if she controlled his sex life, that meant she controlled his cock and balls as well. She also now spoke about her problems rather than keeping them inside, though she did this while Mark was on the ground writhing in pain from her letting out the day’s anger. Once, she had smilingly told him as he cradled his battered manhood that at least he was a lot more attentive to what she was saying when she had him by the balls.

All in all, it wasn’t the price he had expected to pay, but as it kept Akiko her happy self, he was glad to do it for her. This was all almost a year and a half ago and Akiko had yet to have another of her tantrums since the new order had been established. Now, the two were newlyweds and just starting out in their new life together. However, like most newlyweds, the starting was slow. Mark had an entry-level job at an advertising firm that offered plenty of room for growth but wasn’t providing a stunning salary at the moment. Akiko, because the patchy work history left in the wake of her formerly destruction-prone self, was having a bit more trouble putting her diploma to use and was currently working as a waitress in an extremely busy restaurant downtown (the cause of even more undue stress, making Mark eternally hopeful that she would find something better soon).

Mark was snapped out of his reflection by the sound of the front door creaking open and footsteps in the entry way. He lifted himself off the sofa and walked, naked, to greet his wife.

She was stepping out of her shoes when Mark saw her. She was still in her waitress uniforms, a white button-up shirt and a modest, knee-length black skirt. The shirt, Mark saw, was clinging to her flesh with sweat and he could see bits of her arms and upper chest where the wetness made the thin cloth transparent. Sweat had also plastered random strands of hair to her forehead and cheeks.

“Good god, it was HOT today!” she said with a slight laugh as she set a bag of take-out from the restaurant and a DVD from Blockbuster on the hallway table. She pulled her hair back from her face and tied it into a ponytail before turning to see her naked husband for the first time. “Oh, honey! You’re so considerate!” she beamed and skipped over to embrace him.

Mark noted the coolness of her wet clothes against his bare skin. He also noted as he looked into her happy, brown eyes, kissed her full, red lips, wrapped his arms around her slender waist and felt her tiny breasts press against his chest, that, even as disheveled as she was right then, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She gave him one final kiss and pulled away, still holding his hands in hers. “Sweetie, would you mind kneeling on the floor for me? It’s been such a terrible day; I just have to get rid of some of this anger.” She squeezed his hands and looked gazed at him with pleading eyes. “Please?”

Mark bit his bottom lip in anticipatory dread and smiled back at her. “Of course, Aki. Just let it all out.”

She gave a small clap of joy and gave Mark another kiss before helping him kneel, legs spread, on the hallway floor.

“Hands behind your back, please. Don’t want you covering them up from me.”

Mark did as he was asked and Akiko lifted his testicles up gently with her foot, letting them roll over its surface and weighing them.

“My, my. They’re heavy today. How long has it been since you last got to cum?”

Mark pretended to think for a moment. He knew exactly how long it had been, but he didn’t want it to seem as though he had been keeping track. “Um…eleven days, I think.”

“Poor boy! I guess that would explain it, then. It’s going to make this hurt a lot worse, them being so full, isn’t it?”

Mark nodded nervously.

“Well then, I’m sorry!” she sang as she pulled one stocking clad foot back and landed it full-force in Mark’s backed-up testicles.

Mark let out a whimper of pain as he was lifted slightly off the ground and then curled up on the ground, clutching his tender balls.

Akiko kneeled next to him. “Well, then. Let me tell you about my day. It’s bad enough it’s hotter than hell outside, today, right? Well, when I got to work today, the air conditioner was broken too. So, not only is the dining area as hot as the outdoors, but the kitchen is absolutely sweltering. I swear, every time I went back there it was like stepping into a furnace. Just

be glad I’m a waitress and not a chef.” She placed a finger over Mark’s mouth. “Please stop moaning, dear. I’m trying to talk to you.’

“Anyway, I’m thinking that it may be hot, but that probably means we won’t be terribly busy, so I can at least spend most of the time sitting down or cooling off in the walk-in. But nooooo! There’s some kind of Shriner’s convention in the hotel down the street. So, all day long we had these huge groups of men that were either horny or drunk…usually both, coming in. And, of course, they’re only too happy to waited on by a sweet and cute girl like me. Here, move your hands,” she said patting those covering Mark’s still-throbbing balls. “I’m still mad and I need to hold them.”

Mark summoned up all his willpower and slowly moved his hands away from his testicles, which Akiko then took in her palms. She swung one leg over Mark’s stomach, straddling his body, and began to apply pressure.

“As I was saying, on top of being in a pressure cooker all day because of the heat, I had herds of these letches coming in all day long. I would have thought the heat would have kept them out, but they were perfectly content to order cold beers and complain about the heat instead. So, I was on my feet all day. I even had to give up my lunch hour and, on top of that, I had to work an extra hour because Sophia showed up late for her shift. Oh, and on top of all the complaints about the heat, there were the COMMENTS I had to endure!” Her fingers suddenly closed tighter around Mark’s nuts, causing him to suck air in through clenched teeth.

Without loosening her grip, she kept talking in her happy little voice, like a teenage girl gossiping on the phone. “If I had a dollar for every hotel room I got invited back to today, or for every comment about how great my ass was, as if I didn’t already know, we’d both be able to retire. My personal favorite was one guy, a Korean War veteran, who was determined to tell me how many girls he had fucked during the war and who really wanted to impress on me how well he knew what we ‘Asians’ liked if I would only give him a chance.” The grip tightened even more.

“Y’know, I could take the comments if that’s all there were. But, then there were those whose alcohol had gotten the better of them and led them to think that their hands were free to roam wherever they wanted. Honestly, I felt like an overripe melon being squeezed at the market for half of the day. Sometimes I really wish I had a cushy desk job like you, Mark, so I wouldn’t have to put up with this crap.” With that her hands balled into full fists. Even over the high-pitched whine he was emitting, Mark was sure he could hear Akiko’s teeth grinding from the effort.

“Anyway, that was my day – sweating like a pig, no break, no lunch, overtime, enough sexual harassment to float a gunship, and I get to go back to it all tomorrow.” Her hands suddenly released their death grip on his nuts and Mark could feel them slowly returning to their former shape, albeit swelling to a new size.

Akiko leaned down and gave the head of Mark’s cock a little bite, a “love nip” as she had come to call it, and climbed off his body, allowing her husband to assume a fetal position on the floor. She lay down on the floor behind him and wrapped her arms around him, spooning him as he recovered from his pain. Mark could feel her kissing his neck, though it did little to sooth the fire between his legs.

“Thanks, Mark,” she cooed in his ear. “You’re a really good listener, you know. And you’re so sweet to help me deal with my stress. I really do love you.” Mark just groaned in response.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” she gasped, “how was your day?”

“F-fine…” Mark managed to squeak out. “Th-thanks for asking.”

Akiko lay with Mark on the floor for several minutes, until Mark had stopped clutching himself and had laid himself out arms splayed and spread-eagle on the floor. She stood herself up and picked up the tapes and dinner from the hall table.

“When you feel up to it, come join me in the living room. I rented a movie!” she smiled holding up the DVD case.

“What did you rent?” Mark panted back up at her, still in quite a bit of pain.

“The English Patient,” she grinned. “I’m in the mood for romance.”

“The English Patient?” Mark groaned indignantly. “But that’s just three and a half hours of tripe!”

Akiko unsuccessfully stifled a giggle. “First of all, I never said you had to watch it. I have other plans for you.” She made to walk towards the living room and planted her foot on Mark’s sac mid-stride, trapping it between her sock and the hardwood floor. She then lifted the other foot off the ground, placing all of her 94 pound weight entirely on Mark’s balls. “And secondly, I really don’t like it when you make fun of the movies I pick.”

She stepped off of Mark’s nuts, allowing him to curl up once again, and walked into the living room. “Hurry up, lover! I can’t start the movie without you!”

It took Mark an additional five minutes, but he finally managed to recover and limp into the living room, where he saw from behind Akiko sitting on the couch. When he walked around the sofa, however, he saw that she had taken off her skirt and was now sitting on the couch in only her work shirt and black, lace panties. He also saw the evening’s dinner and the remote laid out on the end table beside her.

“What’s this?” Mark asked.

“Silly boy,” she winked. “When I said I was in the mood for romance, I wasn’t talking about the movie. I want to watch the film, yes, but I want you to eat me out while I do.” She blushed a little at this. “I chose the English Patient because it’s long and I’m, well, horny. So, come on,” she beckoned first with a curling finger and then pointed down at her crotch, “get down there so I can start the film.”

Mark moved obligingly over to her. He was very used to eating her out by now, him having given her control over their sex life and her being a nymphomaniac that liked to deny him similar release. It made him hornier and more anxious to please her, she reckoned. Even still, three and a half hours of cunnilingus seemed a daunting task. However, it wasn’t this that made him hesitate, for when he kneeled between her legs and moved to remove her panties with his teeth, he met an unpleasant surprise.

“Holy hell, honey!” Mark reeled back. “I don’t know any polite way to tell you this, but you REEK!”

Akiko laughed out loud and grinned a toothy grin at him. “Of course I do! I told you, I’ve been on my feet for ten straight hours today in over 100 degree heat, running back and forth between tables, not to mention having to walk the fifteen blocks back and forth to work and the extra five for the video store. I know it’s bad. Hell, I can smell me from here! But it’s also very rude to point things like that out to a lady,” she said in a softly scolding voice.

“Sorry,” Mark whispered, knowing he had made a big mistake.

“I know you are, dear,” she looked at him apologetically. “But I just told you I don’t like it when you make fun of the movies I rent. So, how do you think I feel when you tell me that my pussy stinks?”

“Angry?” Mark asked meekly.

“Bingo!” Akiko touched his nose with one fingertip. “Very angry, actually,” she said, even though she was still smiling. “Now, take off my panties.”

Mark fought the smell to move his face to the mound of her sex, where he took the material, damp with sweat, between his teeth and worked them down her legs, exposing her hairy pussy and letting its sweaty, unwashed smell waft through the air.

“Now, look at its crotch.”

Mark did as he was told and saw, in clear contrast against the black lace, the white and yellow froth of a summer day’s worth of agitated sweat and vaginal fluids. He then looked back up at his wife who was smirking back down at him. She stuck out her left hand, palm up.

“Now, put your balls in my hand.”

Mark whimpered and did as he was told.

“And now, you’re going to clean my panties – with your mouth – and I’m going to pummel your balls until I’m satisfied they’re clean...”

“Wha-“ Mark began, but was cut off by the knuckles of Akiko’s right hand colliding against his balls, now held in an index finger and thumb noose by her left.

“I’d get to work if I were you, sweetie. I’m pretty sure I can do this longer than you can take it.”

Mark began to tentatively lick the soiled crotch of Akiko’s panties, gagging at the texture and the taste. Twice more Akiko’s fist collided with his nuts and Mark forgot his inhibitions, and began to suck feverishly at the stains on the cloth, pulling the entire crotch into his mouth and washing it with his tongue. For almost three minutes he sucked, the panties gagging his yelps and screams, as Akiko’s fist rained mercilessly down on his trapped nuts every other second.

Finally, she jerked his balls upward. “That should be good. Let me see, babe.”

Mark pulled the saliva and sweat-soaked undergaments from his mouth and handed them up to Akiko’s free right hand with a trembling hand of his own. She kept his balls in her noose as she inspected.

“Hm… not bad. You’re so good at everything you try, honey!” She kissed his cheek and let go of his nuts, letting him begin to sink to the floor. She cradled his face in her hands. “Okay…I’m not mad anymore. Let’s start the movie, okay?”

She used her hands to guide his face to her pussy. Even through the haze of pain, Mark could see the same froth that had greeted him in her panties clinging in her abundant and sweat-matted pubic hair and in the folds of her pussy itself. He was too weak from pain to fight it, nor would he now that he knew the repercussions for doing so. Akiko’s guiding hands planted his nose and lips right against her cunt, filling his sense of taste and smell with its rancidness.

“I don’t feel a tooongue!” she said in a sing-song voice from above him as she pressed Play on the remote.

At first it was terrible. The froth stuck to his lips and tongue and the smell absolutely assaulted his olfactory. To add to this, Akiko always had climaxed quickly, especially from oral, and her orgasms, always wet, only served to worsen things. However, after about twenty minutes most of the sweat and foam had been lapped away and Mark was left with the familiarly wonderful taste of his wife’s cunt, though the rancid taste still clung in the back of his throat.

Mark’s mind couldn’t even fathom the depths of his humiliation. Here he was, licking the unwashed, mulchy pussy of a woman that had just used his balls to force him to clean her panties with his tongue, and while he was doing this she was watching an overly long movie and eating dinner, acknowledging him only when she climaxed or with the occasional kind words of love and encouragement. But, if it made her happy, he was only too happy to do it.

Finally, after four and a half hours (Akiko had insisted he keep eating her while she watched the evening news as further punishment) and a good twenty or so orgasms under her belt, Akiko let Mark stop his licking. His mouth and tongue ached almost as bad as his balls, and his face had been rubbed raw by the combination of pubic hair and moisture.

“Mmm…VERY nice,” she cooed to him as she kissed him. “I had no idea you could go for that long! We’ll have to do this more often. A LOT more often!” she giggled as she lovingly rubbed his shoulders. “Well, honey, I’m going to shower. I want to get the rest of this sweat off. You did a great job cleaning me up, though! Thanks! Just sit here and I’ll heat up some dinner for you before I bathe…unless you’ve had enough to eat?” She winked seductively at him before gathering up the leftovers and skipping off to the kitchen. Mark sank into the couch.

While Akiko showered, Mark ate his reheated meal and then moved to the kitchen to wash his dishes. He heard the shower shut off and a few moments later a completely nude Akiko walked into the kitchen toweling her hair dry.

“There you are! Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“I don’t know…all I could taste was you.”

She smiled widely at this. “Good. I think I like it that way! Don’t you?”

Mark agreed immediately. Even if he was afraid of any potential anger on her part if disagreed, he truly did enjoy eating Akiko’s pussy.

She hugged him, nude breasts to nude chest. “You really are a sweetheart, you know? C’mon…get showered up and come to bed. I’ll be waiting for you!” She tugged playfully at his cock and led him by it to the shower.

When he entered the bedroom he saw Akiko laying on top of the covers, eyes screwed shut and her fingers vigorously rubbing her pussy. She let out a long moan and shuddered, the telltale sign of an orgasm, and opened her eyes to grin mischievously at Mark.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she said sheepishly. “I just can’t get enough! I mean, I know I’m normally bad, but this is too much! Tell you what…if you can give me three more orgasms, I’ll give you a blowjob. Deal?”

Mark’s throbbing and full balls made up his mind for him and moments later he was once again between the legs of his wife, licking for all he was worth. Three orgasms didn’t take long and soon Akiko had laid Mark out on the bed.

“Your turn, babe,” she said as she gripped his shaft in one petite hand. She then moved back so that her pussy rested directly above his mouth.

“C’mon. Lick me too! You don’t get something for nothing, you know.”

Mark didn’t comment that one orgasm in twelve days versus the nearly thirty he had given her today was hardly a fair tradeoff. Her hands were too near his balls and, besides, she had taken his cock in her mouth and the feeling was sensational.

She used her mouth and her hand, the pleasure juxtaposed against the pain of his overly full and bruised testicles bouncing up and down. Mark didn’t forget his part in the deal either. He licked and moaned into her soaked pussy with every bob of her head.

As he felt his climax building and anticipated the release of twelve days of backed-up cum, he felt Akiko’s mouth tighten around his cock and a moan vibrate against it as her body quivered. Her orgasm brought him all the closer. She kept going. He was going to shoot and…

…Akiko took her mouth and hand off his cock and sat up, pinning his face between her pussy and the bed. Mark felt the ache as his retreated into his already too full nuts.

“You know what, lover,” she said contemplatively, “I think that last orgasm did it! I’m not that horny anymore.”

Mark said something, muffled by the mouthful of cunt he was currently in possession of.

Akiko leaned down and bit him hard behind the head of his cock and swatted his balls a couple of times before releasing it. “No complaining, hon! You’re lucky I gave you a chance to cum at all after that comment about my cunt. Besides, I think I need to keep these boys full,” she bounced his balls around in her hand. “After all, I work every day this week, the Shriner’s are in town until next weekend, and the air conditioner repair man can’t come until Sunday. And, on top of that,” she added as an afterthought, “my period should start in the next few days. I’m going to need you to be my horny little cunt cleaner for a while, okay?”

Mark moaned.

“I knew you’d agree!” She rolled off of him and cuddled up snugly against his body, one hand wandering down to gently cup his balls.

“Good night, sweetie!” she whispered in his ear. “Thanks for everything!”

Mark lay awake for most of the night, cock throbbing and swollen balls held in his sleeping wife’s hand, with thoughts of another week of the same yet to come.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Busted for the First Time (real story)

By nuwanda

This is a real story, it happened to me yesterday (actually today, since it was at 6am or something like that).

I am 20 years old, and I had never been busted before. Many girls tried to hit me there, but they missed, so it practically didn't hurt at all. At first I didn't know if that was what was happening, or if girls hitting me there when I was aware of it didn't hurt me (especially after reading that this was what happened to Knackers).

Anyway, after coming home at 1am from going to an amazing rock concert with a friend, I went to a chat room (actually a lot) and started talking to people. I found this girl who is 23 (who trained karate for 5 years and had quit like 3 years ago), and after my usual fighting talk, I kept saying that she wouldn't be capable of actually hitting someone in the nuts on purpose and she kept saying she would. To make a long story short, I was seeing her in person a little while later (at like 3am).

She's an amazing person, and so is her girl roommate. She's a little shorter than me (I'm 1.77 m high) and quite pretty. But when I was alone with her at the entrance of her building, I told her to hit me there. She actually couldn't believe that I was actually willing to let her hit me but after a lot of, "I can't believe this, I'm really going to hit you", she finally did it. This was when I first saw her before going up to her apartment and meeting her roommate. I told her to knee me softly so she'd see it wouldn't hurt me and then start kneeing harder. And so she did. She kneed me a couple times, and except for the last knee, it nearly didn't hurt at all, just like before. Her last knee hurt me enough to make me a little "uncomfortable" a little after she kneed me but I didn't have any problems standing up and I could have hurt her if I wanted to.

After staying with both of them talking for quite a while, I said I was leaving and she came back with me to open the door. That's when I asked her to try and kick me. At first the kicks were awkward, kind of like raising and then like pushing forward with her foot. I think she got my dick once but none on my balls so it didn't hurt much. I then told her to try to kick me in a way I've seen on a femaledom video I got somewhere (the filename is "femaledom4.mpg"), sort of like a mae geri raising the knee a lot, like she was kicking to the face but being closer so the kick would hit my balls. And I'm happy this kick actually worked :) It did kick my balls and it did hurt. I didn't fall down, double over or anything, but it actually hurt. She was barefoot and she wasn't kicking nearly as hard as she could but I had been kneed before so I was a little more vulnerable. She didn't look like she wanted to go on with it, so I told her that if she kicked me full force once, it would be enough. She wasn't angry at me or anything so she couldn't really kick me as hard as she could but she kicked me many times more (she even missed on some of the kicks). During her last kicks, I couldn't help but moving a little so they didn't hit as they should have. I told her to really kick me hard the next time and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't try to dodge the kick. And it was her hardest kick that day and the one it hurt me most. I felt like I really needed to lay on the floor but I only ducked for a few seconds (the more I showed her it didn't hurt, the harder she'd kick next time). I still would have been able to fight her and beat her if I wanted to. I left her home at 7am.

The bottom line is I enjoyed like hell being busted for the first time. But I found out what I wanted to know, which is if a girl could really beat me up if she hit me there. And my answer is NO, if I think she might kick me there. But I know kicks work better (at least for me), since her knee couldn't really get in between my legs even when I was spreading them apart a little (not a lot when thinking of being kneed but much more than how I normally stand still). Her little girly foot went straight to my balls with no obstacles. But still, after being kicked once and again by a girl who used to train karate (even if she lost her training) didn't disable me at all. It did make me lose my appetite though :) I still have to try what would happen if she'd squeeze my balls (though I think this girl won't do it) and what would happen if she kicked me when I'm not expecting it.

Anyway, that's the story.

A Girl Worth Hanging Out With

By nuwanda

This is my first story. If you could send honest feedback, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

A few weeks ago I had lent a mixed CD to the sister of a friend of mine. My family knows her family, that's how I know her. To my surprise, I ran into her when I went dancing with a friend a couple days ago. She's not what most people would call beautiful, but I think her body's fine. She's very sweet, her eyes are pretty, and her smile alone tells you she's worth hanging out with.

Anyway, I spent half the night talking to her, about music, about people. At some point she told me that the security guy cornered her against a wall, and she didn't know what to do. Nothing bad actually happened, but I always find a way to bring "fighting" up in conversations with girls, to let me ask them, "What would you do if you had to defend yourself" and let them answer me what I

want them to. So I said, "If that happens again, let me know, so I'll tackle him. Maybe it'll take him a couple minutes to kill me, and you'll have some time to run." We laughed, and she then said that she can hit very hard for a girl (music to my ears), and I said "show me" and extended my arm. She punched my there a few times, and I've got to say she was right.

No girl had hit me in a way that it actually hurt, even the slightest bit. A few have tried to hit me in the balls, but for some reason it never hurt a lot with just one hit, and I couldn't help telling them to stop just before it started to really hurt. Survival instinct, I guess. Probably most of the hits didn't actually hit my balls.

Anyway, I took the punches well, but I said something like "hey, stop!" It was more interesting that way. It brought this mood where when I made some smart-ass remarks and she'd threaten to punch me again. I wasn't even thinking about ballbusting yet, it's just the way I tend to act with some girls. But near the end of the night, after I put out her last cigarette before she finished it (I don't like it when people smoke), she looked at me in an 'I'm going to kill you' sort of way. Both of us smiling, I grabbed her wrists, saying something like "take it easy" and then she raised her knee, not trying to hit me, but kind of "showing me how she felt". Nothing more of that sort happened that night, but we had arranged to meet at my house a few days later, to return my CD and exchange some more music. And my parents wouldn't be home that day, since it's a national holiday. You wouldn't know the ideas that came to my head…

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So she came to my place that day, and we talked, and we share some music. I managed to bring back "fighting" to the conversation. I told her, "You know that punching doesn't really hurt much, do you?"

She said, "Sure, but there's not really much that I could do that would

really hurt you."

So I answered, "That thing you threatened to do the other night, maybe that could hurt me, right?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. It hurts like hell to be hit there, right?"

I said, "I wouldn't know, no girl could hurt me by hitting me there."

She said, "That's because you've never been hit by me." By this time we were both smiling and laughing all the time.

I said, "You wouldn't."

"Oh yeah?"

I stood up, my legs a little spread. I was challenging her. But she kept on smiling and looked away. She wasn't really a violent person. She wasn't going to hit me. So I said, "Come on, just for fun. You can knee me very lightly at first, and increase the force, and in the end we'll know if you can actually hurt me that way."

She agreed. She was convinced that she wouldn't need to knee me full force, I'd give up much before. So she stood up, and put her hands on my shoulders. This was amazing, even though I didn't think she would really knee me as hard as she could, I enjoyed myself very much. She then lifted her knee. I didn't say "she kneed me" because she barely touched my balls with her knee. She was actually afraid of hurting me.

I looked her like I was doing before the knee, and said, "So, when are you going to knee me?"

She said, "Oh yeah?" and WHAM, she kneed me much harder, but still not a powerful knee. This time I actually felt it, but pretended it didn't.

"So?"

WHAM, even harder.

"Come on, you can do better."

WHAM.

I was starting to hurt now, and it was clear that she wasn't even near using all her strength. She was hitting me like a friend, and even though I was really enjoying what was happening, I wanted her to really hit me. So I said, "Do I have to grab your ass in order to make you knee me for real?"

She stared at me, and after I laughed, she said, "Nah, just like I can't knee you for real. You can't grab my ass. We're friends." That's exactly what I was waiting for.

Her hands were still gently resting on my shoulders as I reached down and grabbed her from behind, and I felt her hands slowly started to get a grip on my t-shirt, and before I could do anything, she kneed me in the balls with such a force that I wouldn't have thought possible, even for her. She didn't just move her knee, she increased her momentum by turning her hips with the knee, just the way they teach me to kick in karate training. And man, did that hurt. I've heard that it doesn't hurt immediately, that it slowly builds up into being unbearable. Well, fuck that, it was unbearable from the start. I actually couldn't believe I could feel such pain, even after hearing everything people say. And it got worse every second. The pain slowly rose from my balls to my stomach, and I felt like I wanted to puke. I wasn't going to, but the feeling was there.

I couldn't keep standing anymore; I dropped to my knees, still holding my balls. My friend didn't think it could hurt that much either, in the movie the guy gets back up in a second. But I couldn't move; I was using all my energy left not to fall completely into fetal position. But surprised as she was, she didn't apologize or anything like that. Instead, she said, "You deserved that."

After a few moments, she started smiling again. The first shock has passed, and

she realized that I was just playing, so she added, "So, is that hard enough for you, or should I hit you even harder?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even harder?? Could she actually DO that???

I said, "You wouldn't… you did before because I grabbed your ass, but you wouldn't do it just for the sake of it."

But apparently one knee alone wasn't payback enough for what I did, and my eyes were wide open in amazement when she slowly reached between my legs and pulled my hand apart from my aching nuts. My heart started beating wildly, I was still kneeling down, my legs spread, my hands on the air, and I wasn't ready for another hit. No way could I take it.

But her pretty eyes that never lie assured me that it was just what was coming and her smile assured me that it was going to hurt… a lot. I started to say, "No! Pl…" when her foot swung through the air and collided merciless against my unprotected balls. This time all the karate and mental training weren't enough to prevent me from falling to the floor, holding my balls, unable to move, unable to speak, as she released her hold over my wrists. As much as I've heard from other people, I couldn't believe that a weak little girl, one that had no martial arts training whatsoever, one that I could beat without any problem in a fair fight, was the reason why I just wanted the world to just stop right there, to end my misery.

She kissed me in the cheek, and said, "NOW we're even."

Y'all Cum Back Now, Y'Hear!

By nutcracker sweet

Howdy! Here's a little tale for y'all. Hope it's not too long. Sorry guys, I didn't write this whole thing, I had a little help from a friend!


"Horseshoes? Hah! The day that I can't beat a couple of backwoods midgets at horseshoes is the day that I'd let 'em feed me my own cum!” Noodles Macdoneitagain bellowed, scratching his nuts and leering at the two women before him, as he upended the bottle of Dixie beer and finished it off in one long draught.

"Big talk for a little man," Fionna Macrivalclan sneered, "but..."

"Little man?” interrupted Fionna's younger sister Moira, looking up at the half-drunk pompous ass that was towering above them.

Fionna leaned into her sister and nudged her with an elbow. "I've seen all of him, and believe me when I say 'little man'!"

With a roar of laughter, Noodles Macdoneitagain slapped Fionna on the ass and then quickly scampered away with his hands protectively covering his groin, as Fionna took a half-hearted kick at his crotch.

"I'll tell ye what, ladies, if I win then I have my own sex slaves for the weekend with the Macrivalclan sisters! But if y'all win then you can do to me what ye will, and I know what you want, Fionna." At this he grabbed the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, "A shot at these, right?"

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you squeal like the pig you are!"

Moira stood wide-eyed, absently rubbing her own groin through the denim of her jeans, looking from her sex-crazed sister to the sex-crazed behemoth...

-Moira-

Good God, I thought he'd never shut up! He was so witty and fun by email, but in person he was downright annoying. Maybe I was just in a bad mood from having to drink all that Zima. Or maybe I was pissed off because he actually DID play horseshoes so well! Maybe it was the way he kept staring at my ass. OK, half of it was hanging out of my "Daisy Dukes” but that didn't give him the right to just stare like that, so blatantly! The bottom line is he just got all over my nerves. And what was up with Fionna?!!? She was soaking it up, all his flirting with her! She usually sees through that bullshit, but he seemed to just have her licking out of his hand. So finally I couldn't take it any more. Looking back, maybe I was a little rash. Nah... when I remember the look on his face, it was worth it!

He was getting so sure of himself, so comfortable with us. Thinking he was on our level! So I tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his fawning over Fionna and as he turned around... Oh! It was beautiful! The look of surprise...I mean, he simply didn't comprehend for a couple seconds, even when he saw my little pointy-toed Justin heading for his crotch, felt it crush his balls. Or maybe he didn't feel it right away? Anyway, the look of incomprehension, turning to a very real comprehension; the look of disappointment and betrayal, the look of sudden fear... Oh! It was just priceless!

Thank goodness that seemed to break Fionna out of her spell. As he sank to his knees, slowly, like was on a sports replay on TV, she moved in behind him and dug around in his jeans, finally finding the waistband of his boxers, and gave him the wedgie from hell! I was so relieved that she hadn't turned soft! And damn, she lifted him practically off the ground! I think his whimpering spurred her on! And then it was like old times... she held him from behind, half struggling, while I landed a few more good kicks to his soft spots. He was pretty much out of it when he sank to the ground. Briefly I felt sorry for him. But he asked for it, right? Teasing us like that?

-Noodles-

I admit it caught me off guard when Moira actually kicked me. Was I making her jealous, spending so much time talking to Fionna? At first I didn't get it. It took a while for the pain to sink in. I had been thinking that they were all talk... and suddenly everything changed. They became vicious, wild, horrifying! And I couldn't fight back. the first kick paralyzed me and then to have Fionna turn on me, too, ripping my underwear off me like that, and pulling half my crotch with it. It was so humiliating to be defenseless when these two women--two girls, really, so small and cute, despite their tough, outlaw garb--pulled down my jeans, held me down, abused me.

Really, with Moira, barely over 100 pounds sitting on my chest, her milky white legs squeezing my sides like she was riding a horse, and Fionna kneeling above my head, holding both my wrists and stretching my arms out. I was helpless… and it was so embarrassing. Looking up at Fionna's face, from underneath, and seeing her chin and cheekbones, seeing the sinewy bare arms, knowing that this was the woman who had a vise-like grip on my own wrists and arms, who was keeping me captive... seeing Moira's gleeful laugh, her lipstick shining in the sun as she bounced on me, reaching back to grasp my now exposed scrotum...to be completely in the control of these two women...it was outrageous! I knew I should be able to simply buck Moira off, to merely overpower Fionna and yet I stayed their captive, overcome not by handcuffs or trickery but by their sheer physical dominance.

And then to be forced to say those things! But I tell myself I didn't have a choice. When someone is squeezing your nuts, you'll do anything, say anything. I just wish I hadn't been erect, though. They were so amused by my inability to control myself. I thought it couldn't get any worse.

-Fionna-

I fuckin' wish Moira had held off a little bit. I mean, I was ready to bust him as much as she was, though he was kinda cute and all but first I wanted to get him at horseshoes. Dropping him when she did was practically admitting that he had won!

Of course, once she kicked him that first time, instinct kind of set in. And damn, it was fun tag-teaming him. Poor city-slicker... he talked about how he'd been in fights before, but he wouldn't even have lasted five minutes with my momma. Sometimes that's the best, so you can toy with them for a while. I let Moira do most of the dirty work. It was a little sad for a minute, well, not sad but sweet, the way when she was grinding his nuts he was looking up at me with those puppy eyes and all...like he wanted to ask me out to the soda shop or something! Damn, dude, we're kicking your ass!

I figured I better make it clear to him what was going on. So I left him to Moira's sadistic little hands for a minute and fetched my Blackhawk from the truck. His eyes got bigger than Bambi's during hunting season when I ran the muzzle around his neck and cheek. Moira even got a little nervous when I told him to open up. I had to tell him to stop thrashing or he'd break a tooth or something on the barrel. "Suck it!" I yelled. And he did! God, I don't think I would have done that! He was pretty scared, though.

Moira balked when I told her to roll him over. "You're not stickin' that up his ass!" she complained. "The front site will rip something up and we'll have to take him to the hospital! And they're tired of seeing us!" She had a point, but I made her roll him over anyway. Once we got him settled down and docile again--it's funny how a good double hammerlock kind of takes the fight out of a guy--I showed her what I was up to. A .357 Magnum cartridge is kind of skinny but it makes a half-decent butt plug for a virgin. Two work even better. So I held him still while Moira pulled his pants up over his loaded rear end--she was laughing again now--and then I told him we were ready to continue with the horseshoes. And that I hoped he had a better attitude toward the whole thing. Damned if he still didn't beat us, but watching the kink those rounds put in his throwing style was worth it! I'm sure we woulda beaten him if we hadn't been laughing too hard to throw straight!

-Noodles-

I limped to the bathroom, moving about as quickly as a one-legged asthmatic sloth with heavy shopping. The Macmerciless sisters laughed and practiced their horse-shoe throwing. Frankly, they could use the practice. If only they were as inaccurate with their feet, I might not have crumbled so quickly when they attacked. But they’d caught me off-guard. I’d been expecting the first strike to come from Fionna. It had been she who had made all the threats, and had even given me a warning shot before the game began.

I should have realized what I had gotten myself into sooner, I suppose. Then again, nothing could have prepared me for the severity of those Macsnapkicks, even though it was witnessing Fionna delivering one that piqued my interest in the first place. Well, not the very first place – that would have been the sight of her jiggling… wait… let’s start at the beginning.

I don’t know what town I was in, if it can even be called a town – more like a pub with a few trailers and shacks around it. Hell, I don’t even know what state I was in – I’d forgotten to turn left at Rocky Top and wound up driving all day in the wrong direction till there weren’t even proper roads. I expected at any moment to just drive into a swamp and get eaten by alligators. So I stopped at the first sign of attempted civilization and tried to drink myself into enough of a stupor so that I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the car overnight.

The population of the town couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, yet the population of the pub was at least fifty – mainly yee-haws who were 98% on the way to oblivion. And no wonder – the only drink they served was some kind of moonshine that tasted like it had been distilled from Brussels sprouts and hair oil. There were a handful of almost toothless crones who seemed determined to try to knock out the rest of their teeth on the cocks of whoever would have them, and I’d politely but firmly rejected four invitations in the space of three drinks.

So when Fionna swaggered in with her perky chest-puppies wagging their tails and her smooth round butt-cheeks moving like they were chewing a caramel, my cock shot up so quickly I thought it was saluting her. She moved with determination to the bar, with her face slightly red and coated with sparkling sweat that I’d have been happy to lick off right away.

"Line em, up, Billy-Jo-Jim-Bob, two pint’s ‘o ya finest polish remover. Just raced me fat-arsed sister from the county line, and boy we got a thirst goin’."

"Ah ain’t Billy-Jo-Jim-Bob," said the barman. "Ahs his cousin, Bobby-Jo-Jimmy-Bill."

"Well if that don’t beat a rat’s ass with a dildo," said Fionna, winking at me.

"You believe these friggin’ hicks?" She picked up her pint glass and downed half of it in one gulp. "Jee-zuz! That’ll put hairs on me nipples!"

At that point a man emerged from the men’s room and stared straight at Fionna as if in shock. "Whooo-Hooo! Spank my monkey and call me an octopus! Ain’t seen nuttin’ that sweet since Mary-Sue-Sally-Anne got all her pink bits bit off by that gator back in ’92."

He was about 6’4" and had to bend down to grab a huge handful of Fiona’s delicious ass-meat. Well, I wasn’t going to have any of that behavior, so I downed my shot-glass of nuclear horse-piss and stood to defend this fine lady’s honor, just in time to see the blur of her foot moving like a snake with whisky on its ass-hole. She’s a tiny little thing, but I swear her foot would have knocked a hole in the ceiling if that hick’s balls hadn’t got in the way. All the blood drained from his face and he let out a little squeak that somehow conveyed all his pain, shock and horror as he sank to his knees, then fell straight onto his face with his hands on his balls.

That’s when Moira arrived, panting and sweating at the door. "Aw, dang it Fi! Couldn’t ya wait till I’d had one friggin drink?"

Bobby-Jo-Billy-Jim shouted, "Well squeeze my sphincter! Youse is them Macnutty sisters what’s wanted in five counties hereabouts! And danged if ya didn’t just give the sheriff a six-pack worth o agony to the aggetts. Who’s deperty this week? Ya’ll gotta ‘rest these hooliganisms."

The dozen or so men who weren’t too shitfaced to walk stood up. One said, "In these cases, we’s ALL deperties, right, Cletis-Willie-jo-bob?"

"Huh-huh! Yersir. I reckons we’s gotta detain these felonies overnight, and meebe fer a few weeks, huh-huh."

Fionna was defiantly looking from one set of balls to another, seemingly ready to take them all on, but Moira grabbed her arm and shouted, "Don’t be a badger's asshole, Fi, ya can’t kick ‘em all." So Fionna simply kicked the set of balls closest to her, and the guy collapsed in the doorway, which gave the girls a bit of a head start as they sprinted towards the county line and safety.

After shoving aside the man groaning in the doorway, the men headed to the dirt lot and clambered aboard the flat-bed truck that was possibly the town’s only transport. It started with a rattle and slowly strained towards the road. Decrepit as it was, I knew the girls couldn’t outrun the truck, especially since they’d already been running. I ran to my car and sped after them, passing the truck quickly and seeing the girls about a hundred yards further up the road. I stopped just in front of them and shouted at them to get in. They hesitated at first, but saw the truck approaching and figured it was better to trust a stranger, no matter how perverted he might be, than to trust the lust-crazed mob hell-bent on avenging their sheriff’s battered balls.

Fionna climbed in the passenger seat, and Moira got in the back and said, "Y’all some kinda super-hero, or what?"

"Oh, I don’t know about that," I said. "I just don’t like to see a lady in trouble."

"Ain’t no ladies, round here," said Moira. "So don’t go getting’ no high-falutin’ ideas like you’re some kinda dragon slayer, alright? What in the name a blue Jesus’ cock is that accent a yours, anyways? Or ya jesta retard?"

"Um, no, not really," I said. "I’m Australian."

"Really?" said Fiona. "Like the crocodile hunter, huh? Maybe you have killed a few dragons… little ones, anyways."

"Uh… only a couple," I said. "The ones that come into the yard at home, you know. I don’t go looking for them or anything." I live in Melbourne. The nearest croc outside a zoo is about 2000 miles away, and I’d probably shit my pants if I ever saw one up close.

"Wow!" said Fionna. She slapped her hand down hard on my thigh, about a quarter of an inch from my balls, and squeezed – I could feel a lot of power in her small hands. "Hope you didn’t lose anything vital while you were fighting them?"

"Uh… I’m not sure… perhaps you should check," I said.

"Oh, Christ on a stick!" spat Moira, "I hope ya don’t mind if I throw up in your car."

"Don’t mind her," said Fionna, walking her fingers across my thigh towards my erection. "She gets a bit grumpy when she’s sober." She took as much of my cock and balls as she could in her hand and said, "Wow, you’ll have a great package when it’s finished. When are you getting the rest sent down?" She gave me a small punch to my nuts that made me jump and swerve the car slightly.

She turned to Moira and said, "Well, least we got some bait for catching breakfast."

Normally, this humiliation would have deflated my ego and my cock, but Fionna was just such a little bundle of spunk I reckon I would’ve stayed hard if she was using a cheese grater on my eyes. And that punch in the balls was so nice it caused all my pre-cum to make a large wet patch in my underpants.

I couldn’t believe my luck. After driving for days across half the country looking for some dumb bitch called Nutcracker Sweet (or ntckrswt – damn dumb-ass couldn’t spell, let alone give directions to the swamp-trailer where she lived), a girl I’d met on the Internet, I’d stumbled across a hot looking fuck-bunny who was wanted in five counties for doing to men what I enjoyed having done to me most. I was certain that if I could just get her away from her bitchy sister, she’d be likely to crush my nuts and suck them dry afterwards. For all her insults about my cock, she’d let her fingers linger on it long enough to tell me she wouldn’t mind at least giving it a test-drive.

"So, uh, Fionna… Are you really wanted for crimes against masculinity?"

She looked at me for a long time before saying, "Maybe I is and maybe I ain’t. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you" She giggled. "Or maybe I’d just have to make you wish you were dead. Anyway, it’s not as though I’m the worst offender around here… everyone does it. Nothin’ else to do since the monster-truck club closed down. Nothin’ to do but play horse-shoes and kick some balls, if you can find any. Lotta guys left town recently. Big mystery."

Oh, man… it was too perfect. They couldn’t possibly know that I was the Knoxville horse-shoes champion five years running, and they had no idea I loved to get my balls crushed. I quickly formulated a plan to get them drunk then challenge them to a game… with a small wager to make it interesting.

We couldn’t go into any bars because the girls had been banned everywhere, so I got a couple of cases of Dixie beer and we headed to their house. They’d graciously offered to let me sleep on the couch overnight, but I had better ideas.

We started drinking pretty heavily and it clear to me that these girls knew how to drink. But I’ve been know to sink a beer or two, and I was confident I could get them rat-arsed before I passed out. Especially Fiona, who’s already sunk half a pint of gutrot in the bar where I met her.

After a couple of hours, everything was going well – I was telling the girls some of my fabulous personal stories and anecdotes, and Fionna was listening in awe and laughing. I don’t know what was up Moira’s arse, but she just didn’t seem to like me at all, even when I told her that hilarious story about how I humiliated a fat chick. There was something about her, though, that sparked my interest. I’m not sure if it was the way her ass looked in those tiny shorts she changed into, or the way her nipples stood out on her small but jutting norks, or the muscles bulging on her slim, yet shapely, legs. Maybe it was because she was much more intelligent than Fionna, yet didn’t feel the need to show it off. Or maybe it was the way her laughter almost made me cum every time I heard it (which wasn’t as often as I’d hoped – she barely smiled when I told her the wryly amusing story of the time I ran over a guide dog). In any event, I realized at point during the night that I’d picked the wrong sister. As sexy as Fionna was, Moira was just as pretty, and twice as interesting. Then again, maybe I just wanted her because she didn’t like me. In any event, I gave Fionna more and more attention, hoping to make Moira jealous. Not a great plan, I know, but after half a dozen beers and a few shots of that moonshine, it seemed to make sense.

And to make the plan even more perfect, it was Moira who suggested the game of horseshoes. When I suggested we place a bet on the outcome – my balls or their servitude – they didn’t bat an eyelid. I knew I’d beat them – my plan was to make them my slaves and have my wicked way with them in every possible manner, legal or otherwise. But I would be a kind master – I would let them kick my balls a few times each, as a consolation prize. And if they didn’t do it then, I’d order them to do it, and I’d order them to do it HARD.

Of course, I didn’t know then what I know now. I don’t know how angry or jealous I made Moira, but from the first kick she gave me, you’d think she was busting Satan’s balls. I had no idea it was coming, and when it hit me, my first thought was that the sick bitch had shot me in the nuts. It was the kind of kick that stops time. The shock of it numbed everything at first, and then the pain came in waves, and I just sank to the ground, as if I was floating down like a feather. But I still landed like a brick, and before I knew it, Fionna had me pinned to the ground and Moira’s foot was slamming into my balls in a completely unnecessary series of crushing kicks that sent me so far past my pain threshold I expected to be kicked into another dimension. In a way, I think she did send me into another dimension – a dimension of pain so pure my existence will never be the same again – all I have is a memory of that pain to accompany me through life, as I vainly seek a path home again, home to that world where I thought that a kick in the balls could only make you fall down and writhe on the floor for a while. But I wasn’t in that world anymore. I was in Fionna and Moira’s world, and I hated it and loved it. When Moira took hold of my nuts and compressed them to the size of grapes in her savage grip, I felt myself shudder and tense – through all that unbearable agony came a delicious pleasure and I was about to spray Moira with more cum than she could drink in a month, when Fionna suddenly put a gun to my head and made me suck the barrel.

Things had suddenly turned very unsexy. I sucked that gun barrel like the shit-scared coward I am, and said all manner of things I’ll sure I’ll regret. But worst of all, they plugged my butt with some of the bullets. I have no idea how many – the pain in my balls was all I could feel at that point. All I know is that as soon as I beat them at horseshoes, I limped to the bathroom to have an almighty shit to purge myself of these bullets.

But once I sat down, I was too scared to shit, in case one of them hit the porcelain and detonated. But I couldn’t bear to have them in there, either, and there was no way I was going outside to take a dump on the lawn in front of the Macsexyevilbitch sisters. To make matters more confusing, I saw my balls swollen and bruised, my sack looked like a pomegranate, and that reminded me of Moira’s precise and savage kicks. The girls had some of their bras and knickers drying on a towel rack in the bathroom, and it wasn’t hard to picture them having those garments ripped off, just before I ravish them. My cock had been promising an orgasm for hours and I couldn’t hold it back any longer for fear it would backfire and make my balls explode. So I thought of Moira, and all I would do with her and her sister once I could move properly again, and I grabbed hold of my steely cock and started stroking.

It didn’t take long before I was ready to cum, and just as I got to the point of no return, Fionna thumped on the door and asked if I was okay. She thumped so hard I thought one of the bullets had fired inside me and I shat out everything I’d eaten in the past month, and possibly a few organs, to boot, and simultaneously shot a wad of cum large enough to drown a cat, right into one cup of Moira’s favorite leather bra. The relief was overpowering, and I slumped on the toilet, breathing heavily with my heart pounding wildly.

Fionna knocked again. "What are ya doing in there? You okay or what?"

I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at the cum dripping from Moira’s bra. I knew that would not go unnoticed. Or unpunished. What’s that line from Shakespeare? Hell hath no fury like a sexy redneck ballbuster who’s just discovered that you’ve spunked in her favorite bra? Man, my balls would pay for that later. But right now, all I could feel was a heavenly relief.

"Yeh, I’m fine," I said. "For now." I knew I would suffer later beyond my wildest dreams or nightmares. But just to make sure, I wiped my spermy hands on a pair of the girl’s panties. I finished up in the bathroom, and went through the door and into the arms of the sexiest executioners I could ever hope to meet.

Trick or Treat

By nutcracker sweet

With the neighborhood kids seemingly done with their Trick-or-Treating you settle down on the couch, your balls wrapped in a silk sash and with a fistful of baby oil you start to stroke yourself, as Elvira camps it up on the television.

Hot damn, you think, that Mid-western Viking has sure got some big knockers. You giggle, thinking, I bet that sawed-off runt in Mudville County wishes she had half the tits of Cassandra Petersen...

DING! DONG!

"Oh shit!" you mutter, tucking yourself back into your Spiderman pajamas. "Must be one last Trick-or-Treater."

DING! DONG!

"Hold your horses! I'm coming!"

You open the door, but there is no one there. You tentatively poke your head out and look to the right...and then look to the left, but nada. Not a damn thing.

"Hm?" You step out on the front steps and gaze up and down the block, taking in the Halloween decorations until your eye falls on the house where Alex Macleod filmed an episode of "Trading Spaces". Your hand absently fondles your tight scrotum as you muse about blue-eyed Scottish lasses. Mmmmmmmmm, blue-eyed Celtic girls... DOH!

You hear a noise from back inside your house! But it isn't Elvira telling one of her corny jokes. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you consider entering the house. Maybe you ought to head down to the VFW for reinforcements...

Oh, don't be a sissy, you reproach yourself, it's gotta be the TV, or the cat, or something logical...

So you turn and march back in slamming the door behind you, and locking it. The silence is deafening. You know that you left the television on. Slowly you turn, clutch your chest and stagger backwards at the apparition before you! Three cloaked figures, their features hidden within the cowls of their capes!

"Yikes!" You step back, only to have your arms seized. Bug-eyed, you look over your shoulders to see two more shadowy figures holding you tightly. You feel your bowels ready to evacuate in terror.

"Wha-bab-dab-whoo-gep-nadan-" you stutter ala Porky Pig.

The living nightmare in the middle steps forward a pace or two. "This is the Festival of Samhain," a soft lilting drawl speaks from out of the shadow of the hood, "and we need to appease the gods of the Otherworld."

You lick the sweat from your upper lip, thinking, Thank god; at least they're human...

Another one of the cloaked figures steps right up to you and a slight, silver-ringed hand shoots out of the billowy sleeve to grab your crotch... and women, you smile to yourself.

"Yugh!" you chirp, as the black-lacquered nails dig into your testicles.

"Particularly, we need to appease the goddess, Nut-crunchicle!" The hand twists and tightens on your hapless nut sac.

"You do know who Nut-crunchicle was, don't ye?"

Grimacing and red faced you weakly shake your head, "NO."

"Ah! She was an ancient Druid priestess, she died a horrible death at the hands of 'traders from the East'!", she drawls as she shakes your nuts and lets 'em drop.

The third specter pipes in, "Her soul can't rest until her treacherous death has been avenged!"

"Yeah," says the cowled one at your right shoulder as she reaches around you to punch your balls. "Repaid in full!"

"Wha- what’s this gotta do with me?" you gasp

She presses her face so close to yours that you can smell her breath, which vaguely reminds you of kerosene, "You are the last remaining male descendent of those murderous traitors from the East!"

"And we are the Daughters of Nut-crunchicle!" they all sing out in unison. "And we've come to finish the last chapter to this ancient story!" The three in front of you throw off their cloaks, to stand spread legged, hands on hips. Naked, except for thigh-high black leather boots with spurs and strap-on dildos over their glistening crotches. Thin-hipped, tight-assed, flat-bellied, small of breast, blue eyes blazing contempt at you.

Even in this situation your lustful animal instincts take over as you gawk at the three women who certainly do bear a resemblance to each other, and your cock starts to stir as your aching balls roll in their fleshy pouch.

"Howdy!" drawls the smallest of the three as she rakes her black-lacquered fingers through her unruly, raven-mane, "It's me, Moira!"

"Jaysus, Moira, what the hell is goin' on?" you desperately interrupt her.

You slump and gag when the lady in the middle steps up and kicks your balls, ordering you, "Silence!"

"OOOOPS! You just made Fionna's acquaintance!" Moira continues, turning to gesture at the third raven-haired, blue-eyed vixen who is smiling at you and idly slapping her latex cock, "and that's Alex (Macleod)!"

Fionna grabs your balls in a strangle-hold and Moira and Alex take over holding your arms to your sides, as the other two step out to cast aside their cloaks, licking their lips and stroking their own "cocks."

"Meredith (Brooks), Shannon (Doherty), meet Cyber-perv," Moira continues.

Your eyes dart to the faces of the five women that are standing naked in your living room! Your living room! Hot damn! This is a dream come true! Oh, how many times have you masturbated to visions of these five lovelies? Many! Well, at least to visions of Meredith, Alex, and Shannon while watching TV. The other two you could only make up in your own head how they might look! Now here they were! This could only be a good thing... right?

"Permission to ask a question, Fionna," you groan.

She eases her grip on your nuts, "Shoot!"

"How did my ancestors dispatch your Nut-crunchicle?"

The five women exchange glances.

Meredith backhands your cock, hard!

Fionna knees your balls!

"They fucked her to death!"

At the look of abject terror that fills your eyes all five women burst into evil laughter, "Bwahahahahahahahah!"

As the implications of Meredith's statement dawn on you, five women sporting latex cocks and bent on avenging an ancient transgression against one of their own suddenly didn't seem so sexy anymore.

She must have read the consternation in your eyes because Meredith then backhands you across the side of your head. "Tough shit, Cyber-perv! But this is the only way to bring Nut-crunchicle eternal rest!"

Stars explode before your eyes and your head reels. You are only vaguely aware of the women milling about, as hands roughly grab you and lead you to the kitchen table, pushing you face down on it. One of the women is leaning on your back; one elbow digging into your spine and one hand under your hairy ass squeezing your nuts and rolling them against each other.

The shrill of the Highland pipes splits the air as Alex, fumbling with CDs at the player turns, grinning. "Och! Music for the soul, eh, sisters?"

Shannon wipes a tear from her eye. "Ah, Truer words never spoken!"

"Aye! Warms the cockles of me heart!"

"Turn it up! That'll drown out the pig's screams!"

The hand on your nuts squeezes harder and Meredith growls in your ear, "Squeal piggy!"

You gasp out a few half-hearted "oinks" and "soowees".

She grinds her elbow into your back and twists your nuts. "Ye're fuckin' pathetic! But for sure ye'll be squealin' soon!"

Fionna smacks your ass. "Moira, go to his closet and get a few of his ties so that we can lash him down."

You grimace. "Not my Garcia ties, please", and manage to turn your head to look across the table where you come eye to "eye" with Shannon's "cock". She has two black-lacquered fingers slid behind the dildo and into her glistening womanhood. She is diddling herself.

"Mmmmm, I want him to suck my dick!" she winks one blue eye at you.

Alex is opening and shutting kitchen cabinets. She opens the fridge and pulls out a six pack of TsingTao beer, "Look at this shit! He drinks slope piss-water." She cracks open a beer and downs about half of it in one draught. "Yuck! Pretentious yuppie puke."

Alex opens more beers and hands them around as Moira comes skipping out of the back hallway with a handful of silk Gucci ties.

Moira is bubbling over with excitement, "Hey guys! Y'all should come back here and see this! I think we ought to have a little fun with him first!"

While maintaining a strangle-hold on your testicles with one hand, Meredith grabs a fistful of hair with the other, jerks you upright and starts to manhandle you down the hall, Moira leading the way with Shannon, and Alex and Fionna trailing behind, drinking beer and giggling conspiratorially.

Moira pulls up short. "Ta Da!" She gestures towards the bedroom.

The other four women and you exchange puzzled looks.

"Eh?"

"Up here, sillies!" Moira leaps to grab the chinning-bar mounted in your bedroom doorway where she swings like a chimp jacked up on crystal Meth, her "cock" waggling obscenely.

Moira jumps down, blue eyes flashing. "This is goin' to be fun!"

"Grand idea!" Meredith positions you in the doorway. "Arms up!" The women use a couple of your ties to bind your wrists to the chinning bar.

You stand trembling, your scrotum shriveling in terror as your testicles try to seek refuge within your body. Your limp dick withdraws into itself.

"Ahh, look it! 'Mr. Turtle' is hiding", Shannon coos, tweaking your dick. She grabs your hips, and squats down to let her tongue flick across your flaccid member. As your cock rises to the occasion she sucks on the head, her azure eyes smiling up at you. The women cheer and jeer.

With your cock fully erect and oozing pre-cum she runs her tongue up the underside of your cock, stands to step back, "Mmmm, isn't that better?"

"Much!" Alex says. "Now let's beat his balls!"

"Yesss!" hisses Moira, hoping up and down, hardly able to contain her excitement.

"Sure fun is fun, sisters," Fionna drawls behind you, "but let's not forget the real business for our being here."

You stiffen as you feel the tip of her latex cock tentatively pressing at your butt crack. "No... please don't..." you whimper.

"Looky!" Meredith exclaims as she returns from the kitchen, swinging a broom as her ancestors wielded a basket-hilted claymore. "A spreader-bar!" She lightly taps your nuts with the end of the broom stick causing you to lurch backwards against Fionna's "cock".

"EEEEEEK!" you squeal.

"A bit too long though, ain't it?"

"We only need about two, three feet..."

"So let's break it off over his head!"

"Nah! I want him conscious for what he is about to suffer."

As this girly banter is being exchanged, Moira slips away to the front of the house. She enters the garage where she picks up a hammer, handsaw, and a couple of large nails. She returns after first stopping to turn up the pipes music a wee bit.

"Here." She hands the saw to Shannon.

Fionna grabs the broom from Meredith. "Hm, we need a way to hold this while we saw it down to size..." She casts a sidelong look at you, and a cruel smile plays across her lips. The other women follow her glance and they all start to laugh!

Fionna works up a mouthful of saliva and spits on the end of the broom stick then, swiftly and without warning, she jams it into your ass!

You shriek! Tears filling your eyes, you thrash against your restraints until Meredith's firm hand calms you down by squeezing your balls. While Fionna holds the broom stick firmly in your ass, Shannon uses the saw to cut it off at about three feet in length.

Even with Meredith's death-grip on your testes and tears of pain running down your cheeks, you sigh in relief when Fionna pulls the spreader-bar from your rectum.

Alex and Moira squat down to tie off the ends of the bar securely to your ankles.

Shannon reaches over your shoulder with a pair of your soiled boxer shorts that she stuffs into your mouth. Fionna secures this make-shift ball-gag with another one of your ties wrapped around your head.

Your eyes bug in abject terror as Moira advances on you with the hammer and nails. Sweat, tears, and snot stream down your face.

Moira stands before you and stares searchingly into your eyes. Searching for what? She smiles, winks and drops to her knees!

OH MY GOD, you try to scream through the soiled cotton, NOT MY BALLS!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

You look down to see Moira hammering the nails into either side of the doorframe. She then secures your ankles to the nails with two more of your ties.

"Hey! Now that's using your head, girl!

"Way to go, li'l sister!"

"Excellent!"

Moira stands and rubs the cold, steel hammerhead against your balls. "Now we gotchya right how I wantchya!"

Meredith nudges her aside. "Me first!" She squints at you, slowly drawls, "I'm gonna knee your nuts!"

Your plaintive cries for mercy are swallowed by the cotton gag.

"HeeYah!" her knee flies up towards your crotch! You buck in your bindings! But she stops just short of slamming your balls. Her eyes flash! "Maybe next time!" she giggles.

SCRUNCH!

Shannon's booted foot swings up between your legs from behind to smash your testicles between her foot and your body!

You convulse, screaming into the gag!

Meredith grasps your shoulders and pile-drives her knee into your balls!

You retch, the wind knocked out of you! Behind the excruciating pain is the fear that you are going to drown on your own vomit. You choke it back down. The pain in your groin throbbing up through your abdomen. You want nothing more than to curl up on the floor, clutching yourself. You hang in your restraints, crying and sniffling, incapacitated by the agony that radiates from your battered manhood.

"Hot damn, girls! That had to hurt, eh?" beams Alex.

"I dunno, let's ask him." Fionna pries the gag from your mouth and you suck air!

"How'd that feel?"

All that you can do is whimper, moan and weakly shake your head.

"Did it hurt your little ballies?"

"Would you like another?"

"No," you manage to croak, "please... no more..."

"Oh, but Alex, Moira and Fionna haven't had their turns yet."

"No, please..." you sob. "I'm beggin' for mercy... I'll do anything... my balls can't take anymore..."

"Sure they can," Moira says as she steps in front of you. "Testicles are tough little organs." She wraps one little hand around the neck of your nuts pulling down on your scrotum and stretching your rapidly swelling testicles away from your body. "It's you that can't handle anymore."

As Moira is holding your balls, you feel Fionna's hands on your hips and the head of her "dick" pushing between your butt cheeks to press against your anus. You start to jabber away, again begging for mercy.

Fionna rocks forward on the balls of her feet and the "cock" enters you. You scream! You arch your back as Fionna slides it in even deeper, and then pulls it back. In and out, in and out, working up a rhythm.

Your screams are drowned by the shrill of the pipes.

Fionna is pounding your entrails.

Moira yanks sharply down on your nuts. She balls up her other fist and swings a round-house upper-cut solidly into the underside of your trapped balls!

Your world explodes in pain!

You scream!

You puke!

You pass out!

Hanging limply.

You awake to feel Alex lapping at your swollen and sore man-eggs. You are afraid to open your eyes. But you hear a soothing voice, and the rough tongue feels weird on your tight nut-sac.

You halfway open one eye to see that it is your cat that is licking your balls! And it is Elvira yammering away on the TV!

"What the...!" You bolt upright, arms and legs flailing! Only to roll on to your side as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen. Your ass is on fire! You reach behind you to feel a candle sticking out of your ass. You yank it free and toss the taper to the floor.

You are naked from the waist down. Your nut-sac is swollen the size of a grapefruit. Your hands, unfettered, gently touch your tender testes. Your asshole throbs with pain.

You look around. No blue eyed, raven haired Celtic women. No cloaks. No Druids. No strap-on dildos. No ties. Nothing.

"Holy shit!" You rub your hands over your face, wiping away the cold sweat. "It was just a dream..."

You shudder, "More like a nightmare."

You turn down the TV and stagger into the kitchen where you see the five empty Chinese beer bottles, "Geez! No wonder I passed out and had such a weird dream."

You shake your head thinking about how realistic that dream was. A shudder runs up your spine.

You grab the last TsingTao and waddle back to the couch, failing to notice as you pass it by, the CD of Highland pipe music left in the player.