Police Control

By punchy

It is some time far in the future, and the first woman has been elected President of the United States. Shortly after her election, she issues an executive order terminating all male law enforcement officers, making both the civilian and military police a completely female force. She says that it's to stop an unusually high incidence of police brutality that started occurring recently. Women are less aggressive than men, she explains, but can be just as effective if given proper training.

As a response to this, a number of disgruntled male citizens begin a series of attacks on the female police force as well as female civilians. Violent crimes against women skyrocket, including a large number of rapes, murders, muggings and assaults. There is a public outcry, both from women, and from male citizens who have wives or family members who were victimized. The President is urged to do something to stem the tide of violence. She is scheduled to give a televised speech addressing the nation one night.

Finally, she comes on the air and speaks, "Fellow Americans. As we all know, there has been a recent rise in bold and violent crimes directed at the female portion of the population. I believe that this is the work of a small minority of male citizens who are insecure and threatened by the recent changes made in the police force. Most male as well as female citizens agree with me. I believe that we cannot let our actions be dictated by a small minority of violent individuals. It is my duty to protect all Americans, and I have been urged to take drastic measures to protect our female population. Most of these crimes occur between the hours of nine o'clock at night and seven o'clock in the morning. As an emergency measure, I am issuing a nationwide curfew over all male citizens during those hours. Police will be patrolling the streets everywhere to enforce this curfew. I am also ordering all male citizens to report to their local law enforcement agency within the next three months to be fingerprinted and registered in our database. Blood and hair samples will also be required. Such a large database will be very costly, and doubling its size would make no sense. We know that women are not responsible for these crimes so there is no need to burden our database with them. You must remember that this is only information gathering. It is not our intention to trample on civil rights. As for the curfew, this is a bit invasive, and it may seem like discrimination, but it is an emergency measure. Allowing women to feel safe after hours from rape and assault is the paramount issue. Thank you and God bless America." With that, her speech ended, and that was that.

Donald, a store owner, had kept his store open until midnight for the last ten years. Now, he had to send all of his male employees home at eight thirty, so that they could get home in time to obey the curfew. He also had to hire new female employees and extend the hours of those that he had. In addition, they started to demand more money, as they were now in a position of high demand for any job that required work after hours. Worst of all, he had to leave his own store at eight thirty, and cede control to a female employee, as acting manager.

At eight twenty-five, his employee, Katherine, yelled over the loud speaker, "Guys, it's time to get going, the curfew's about to start. That goes for customers too. Any male customer must proceed to checkout immediately." With that, he, and his male employees, started to gather their things and head out, and all of the male customers scrambled to get in line, while the female ones casually kept shopping, as if nothing had happened.

As he was walking out of the door, a male customer asked him, "Hey store owner, you gotten registered with the coppers yet?"

"No, I haven't," he replied. "I just keep putting it off."

"Well, you better do it soon. Tomorrow’s the last day and there's a three to four day line."

Later that night, he phoned Katherine. "Hi, Kathy? It's me, Donald. I've totally forgotten to register with the police and it may take a few days. I need you to take over the store for however long it takes me to come back. Can you handle that?"

"All right," she replied with jubilation. "Store owner, for, like four days? Awesome. I'll need extra pay for that though."

"Whatever you want Kathy. I don't have any time to make other arrangements."

"Cool," she said, and hung up.

Next morning, bright and early, Donald went over to the police station, and got in what seemed like a mile long line of men. There were vending machines and restrooms but no chairs and at night everyone slept on the tiled floor.

Finally, he got to the front of the line, and approached a police officer.

"Name?" she demanded, looking at him for only a brief instant.

"Donald West," he replied.

"Date of birth, height, and weight," she demanded impatiently.

"March nineteenth, nineteen seventy four. One hundred sixty pounds. Five foot three inches."

"Go over to Mrs. Kelly," she commanded, pointing to a beautiful brunette standing behind an ink pad.

"Put out your right hand" Mrs. Kelly demanded. Hesitantly, Donald complied. Mrs. Kelly then grabbed the hand and pressed it down into the ink pad, smearing ink all over his palm. She then pressed it roughly against a white piece of paper.

"Now your left," she demanded. This time he was a little more hesitant. Mrs. Kelly very impatiently grabbed his left hand and did the same thing.

"This isn't pulling teeth you know. I've been doing this all day and I’d like it if you would speed things up," she said.

"Now wipe your hands off," she said, handing him a paper towel. He did.

"Go over to the wall, put your hands on it and spread your legs," she demanded.

"What?" he began to protest.

"Just do it!" she yelled. "We need our officers to practice arrest and search procedures on males and we don't have any male employees or willing volunteers. We're picking random citizens as subjects and if you don't comply it's ten days in jail. Now I'm sick of explaining this over and over again, so do I have to repeat myself?"

Donald did as he was told. A bunch of female cops came into the room. One of them walked up behind him and started patting him down. Then she grabbed his wallet and threw it back. He didn't say anything. He would get it back, wouldn't he? Then she reached her hands down between his legs and grabbed his balls. She first patted lightly and then gave them a firm squeeze. The mild pain and shock of the experience kept him silent and motionless. Then she continued to pat him down and finally stopped.

The same thing happened with each of the others, about ten of them. They all grabbed his balls as part of their frisking, some harder than others. A few of them squeezed hard enough to cause him to start to double over. None of them gave any concern to the matter. When all of them were done, he was told to turn around to face them, which he did.

Finally, Mrs. Kelly spoke again. "Okay, that went well people. Now it's time for the arrest of the more hostile citizen." With that, one of the women went up to him, reached out and grabbed his balls and his throat at the same time. She squeezed both hard and Donald was driven back towards the wall. He started to choke and started to struggle to get free. Her grip was like iron, however, and he was too light-headed to think, especially with the firm iron grip on his balls.

Finally, she stopped, leaving him to catch his breath. His throat was sore, and his balls were pounding like hammers. He started to cough and then inhale in short, struggling bursts.

"Good," Mrs. Kelly continued. "You see how incapacitated the male was? Now it's time for some more practices," she said, with a grin. Suddenly, Donald noticed that all of the women had grins on their faces, and a chill ran down his spine.

Tina and Kim

By Pseudonym

Our relationship started off normal enough (Tina's her name). We dated a few times, saw a few movies, you know... just had a good time.

After about a month, she invited me to stay the night. Needless to say, it was lovely. This went on for about a year. We learned what each other like, where to touch and when.

It was about that time when she seemed to want me to get "rougher." She wanted me to spank her, squeeze her tits, stick my finger in her ass during sex, etc. I also remember that was when Kim started hanging around a lot. I began to wonder if they were seeing each other on the side. Perhaps they wanted a threesome? I had never done anything like that and wasn't real sure about it.

So, one night the three of us were getting drunk and playing scrabble, (yes, I know… geek!), and Kim says out of the blue "I hear you're getting real good."

After asking what that means, she says "Tina tells me her orgasms with you have reached all time peak."

Then she winks at Tina and says, "Told you so." This led into a discussion about why it should feel good to get spanked and have your tits squished while fucking?

Then Tina surprised me. "If you get really horny, don't your balls hurt? It’s kinda like that for us too."

OK, she had sort of a point. I ask, "So, by making your tits and ass hurt, you get hornier and climax?"

In unison, they both say, "Exactly!"

Tina says, "Let us show you. I can see that you're interested." I had two thoughts at once there. "Us?" and yup, the evidence is apparent. I ask what they had in mind.

Tina says, "I'll suck your dick while Kim is behind you squeezing your balls." My worried look at Kim get the response "Don't worry, I've done this before."

What the hell, I think. (Remember, we're all pretty drunk.)

So now imagine the scene a few moments later. I've stripped nude in front of two gals. I also have to admit, I was flattered when Kim said to Tina "You're right, it’s perfect!"

Made my day there.

Now Tina grabs me and pulls me towards her. She starts the normal sucking and licking she knows I like, and (behind me) Kim says "Ready?" Sure, go ahead. Then I feel her hands grip around my balls. Now, that was an interesting sensation. Then she started squeezing a little harder and the pressure was definitely noticeable. I look down and notice Tina is fingering herself and taking more of me into her mouth than she normally does.

Kim is now doing something like one of those stress release toy things… squeeze, release, squeeze, release.

She whispers over my shoulder into my ear, "Feels just like blue balls, like you just have to come soon doesn't it?"

“Yeah,” says I. I'm not going to last long like this. "Kiss me." So, I turn my head left and she leans in, still doing the stress ball thing.

"No, I mean tongue too." So, we start an over-the-shoulder French kiss frenzy.

Meanwhile, Tina's fingering is doing its job and she starts moaning....well, humming.

Kim and I seem to be getting into the rhythm of Tina's motions and when she starts her orgasm, Kim grabs my head with her other hand and pulls our faces together kissing like we are trying to swallow one another. Then her grip on my balls stops cycling and just gets harder and harder and harder. There is a definite aspect of pain involved in this, but I just couldn't help myself. I came so hard I thought I might hurt Tina! Talk about "mother load!"

Well now, once we all calmed down a bit, Tina says "you never came that much before!”

“That was great!" Kim says "Told you so."

Then Tina asks Kim "What about you?"

Kim says, "I'm fine, I masturbated this morning… next time." (She smiles at me.)

Kim asks me "So, what do you think?" GREAT is about all that come to mind.

We spent the rest of the evening joking with each other, getting drunker and trying to make explicit words out of scrabble blocks.

Non-fiction! ... and that was only the first time with all three of us together!

Paul’s Birthday

By popped_nuts

Paul awoke with a start. He franticly fumbled for his clock. Ten o'clock! He had overslept! He was supposed to be up making breakfast over two hours ago. He jumped out of bed in a panic. His mother would be furious. The last time he had overslept she had dragged him out of bed by his hair, yanked his shorts down and put him over her knee and proceeded to spank him like a small child. His sister Cindy had had some friends over for a slumber party and they stood in the doorway watching and giggling as his mother blistered his bare ass. Paul had made sure he never overslept again after that.

Until today. Paul stood in the middle of his room, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure why his mother hadn't come to wake him up. He didn't dare imagine what she might do to punish him. His mother, Lisa, was an extreme feminist. She believed all men were inferior scum, even her own son. When she was young she had been artificially inseminated, hoping to have a daughter whom she could raise as a true feminist. Instead she had had Paul. Even when he was young she did not hide her disappointment and disgust with him. She tried again a year later and his sister Cindy was born. Paul was treated as a servant by his mother and sister. He had to pamper them and do all the work around the house. He wasn't allowed to have friends or to have any sort of social life. He had to stay home and serve his mother and sister. He knew his mother would be enraged that he had overslept so long. He just stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

Paul was startled out of his thoughts as his door flew open with a bang and his mother and sister walked into his room. He just stood there staring at them, frozen in shock, not knowing what they were going to do and not believing the way they were dressed. They both wore skintight black dresses. The dresses were so short almost all of their tightly toned legs were left uncovered. Both women wore identical stiletto heels. Even through the haze of shock and fear he noticed the outline of their nipples where the dresses cupped their firm breasts. They looked like twin blonde goddesses, right out of the pages of the porno mag he kept hidden in his desk drawer. He felt his cock start to stir between his legs. He didn't know what to do and so he just stood there dumbly, waiting. They both stood there smiling at him.

"So you’re finally up," his mother said, still smiling at him. "Normally, I'd be angry with you because you slept in, but not today. Today is a special day for you Paul, a very special day." Cindy started to giggle. Paul noticed she held a neatly wrapped present in her hands. "Today is your

eighteenth birthday. Today you become a man and your sister and I have something very special planned for you."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "Happy birthday Paul," she whispered in his ear. She pulled back slightly to look him straight in the eyes and then she rammed he knee up into his crotch, lifting him up onto his toes with the force of it. He grunted in pain and stared at his mother in shock. She started to giggle at the look on his face. He could feel the pain in his nuts growing and his stomach started to tighten and clench up. He tried to double over and cradle his aching balls but Lisa held onto him tightly.

"Happy birthday son," she giggled and then pistoned her knee back into his balls two more times before she let him slump to the ground. Paul curled up into a ball, moaning in agony as he cupped his aching testicles. Both women stood over him, smiling down in amusement at his pain.

"Yes Paul, today you become a man, and I just won't stand to have a filthy man in my house. Your sister and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Today Cindy will learn the only pleasure a man can ever give a woman!" Lisa stopped and nudged her son with her toe. Paul just lay there moaning.

"He's still out of it, let's get him ready." Lisa took the present from Cindy and carefully unwrapped it. She opened the box and took out a pair of handcuffs. She pulled Paul's hands away from his groin and cuffed them behind his back.

Cindy grabbed her brother's boxer shorts and yanked them off. She broke out laughing at the sight of her brother's genitalia. "Oh my god, he's so puny!" She laughed as she flicked Paul's now shrunken dick. She grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently.

"Mmmm, you've got some nice, ripe berries here though Paul." She looked up at her brother and licked he lips. "Do you know what we're gonna do to your berries Paul? Mom and I are gonna crush your sweet little boy-berries!" She clamped her grip down on his nuts and yanked hard. Paul shrieked in pain and his body stiffened as his sister viciously squeezed his swollen, aching manhood. She relaxed her grip on his nuts leaving Paul sobbing in pain. "One berry for each of us, it's perfect!"

"Please stop. Don't. I'm sorry I overslept! It hurts so bad! I'll do anything! Please!" Paul begged.

Lisa reached out and slapped Paul across the face. "Be quiet!" she snapped. "All my life I've enjoyed busting men's balls. Ever since I was a young girl I've kicked and kneed and squeezed every filthy pair of testicles that I could. The thought that the very thing that makes them a man, their very sex, the disgusting things that they're so proud of and use to violate so many women could be used to cause them great pain. It just makes me so wet just thinking about it."

She started to rub her hand between her legs. "I've always fantasized about ruining a man, about crushing his manhood, destroying the very thing that makes him a man, but I never thought I would have the chance. That is, until your sister came up with this wonderful idea!" Cindy reached down and started to gently stoke Paul's penis. It started to stiffen despite the throbbing pain in his nuts.

"That's right big brother, it was my idea to pop your plums! For some reason it had never occurred to mom that she had a perfectly bustable set of balls right here in her own house. It makes me so hot that the first ball I get to crush is my very own brother's! Oh, and I just want you to know that this" she stopped stroking his dick and pulled a thick rubber band out of the box. She wrapped it tightly around the base of his erection. "This was my idea too. I don't know exactly what I'm gonna do with your little pecker, but I just couldn't see any reason to let you keep it. You know, it looks an awful lot like a tasty little sausage!" She snapped her teeth at him. Paul started to sob hysterically.

"I think it's about time we got down to the fun stuff," said Lisa as she stood up. Both women quickly stripped off their dresses. They stood over Paul completely naked, except for their high-heeled shoes.

Lisa poked her toe into her son's ball bag. "How about it Paul, are you ready to lose your manhood?" she asked and then quickly drew back her leg and slammed the pointy toe of her shoe into her son's nutsack.

Paul shrieked in pain and tried to draw his legs up to protect his battered orbs but his mother kicked his legs apart. "Now, now Paul, you've got to let your sister get a turn. Cindy, would you care to try for a field goal?"

"Well mom, it sure looks like a lot of fun! I'll give it a try." She stepped between her brother's legs. She brought her foot forward till her toe touched her brother's sack, taking careful aim. She drew her leg back. She snapped her foot forward but stopped just short of his balls. She lightly tapped his ballsack with her foot. "Gotcha didn't I?" she laughed. She grabbed her whimpering brother and hauled him to his feet. She pushed him onto his desk.

"You know brother; we're really doing you a favor. Think of all those lonely, frustrating nights you've spent up here, jerking off to some porno magazine. Well, when we're done with your nuts, you won't have to worry about that kind of hormonal frustration anymore. You should really be thanking us for getting rid of those pesky little testes of yours!" she giggled. She opened the drawer between his legs, letting his balls flop down inside. She pulled his porno mag out of the drawer.

"You really deserve to have your balls crushed just for having this disgusting, perverted trash." She tossed the magazine in the trash can. She grabbed the drawer handle and slammed it shut on his balls, smashing and trapping them inside. Paul let out a high pitched wail and reflexively tried to stand up, yanking painfully on his trapped testicles. He fell back to the desk, his whole body trembling from the pain. He could feel his balls swelling and throbbing inside the drawer.

"Don't pass out or I'll lock the drawer and let you hang by your balls!"

He was dimly aware of his mother moaning in ecstasy as she masturbated. "Open the drawer!" she panted. "I want to see if you've crushed anything!"

Cindy opened the drawer and let Paul slide to the ground. She grabbed his swelling, throbbing sack and rolled his nuts around between her fingers. "Nope, nothing popped yet!" she said as she flicked her brother’s sack with her finger, laughing as Will's whole body twitched on impact.

"Get him up; I want to try out some kicks!" Lisa ordered as she extended her well-toned leg out, putting the pointy toe of her stilettos right in his face. Will's eyes locked on sharp, pointed tip of her shoe. Cindy grabbed him and dragged him to his feet. Will didn't even try to struggle; he just kept staring at his mother's muscular, toned legs, down to the point of her shoe. Lisa laughed as she slowly brought her leg up and tapped the bottom of her son’s sack with the tip of her shoe.

"What do you think Will? Think I can spear one of your little ballsies with these? How much do you think it will hurt when your mommy bursts one of your berries with her sexy feet? Hmmm?" She slid her hand between her legs and started to finger her dripping wet cunt. "This is getting me so wet! Mmmmm, I think popping your nuts is gonna make me cum like never before Willy!"

"I'll make you a deal Will," his mother said "If you can take ten kicks from me without one of your nuts popping then I won't let your sister cut off your little "willy"! If you can't take ten kicks without one of your little balls exploding, Cindy gets to eat your scrambled eggs and boy sausage for breakfast."

Cindy reached around and started fondling her brother's dick. "Don't get your hopes up Will, you're not keeping this. Mom's spent plenty of time in the gym perfecting her kicks; it won't even take her five kicks to pop one of your plums. Then I'm gonna juice one of your berries and after that, I'm gonna fry it all up in a pan. I'm not even gonna cut it off first, I'm gonna cook it and eat it while it's still hanging between your legs!"

"Are you ready Will?" his mom asked as snapped off a few practice kicks. Watching the speed and power of his mother's kicks, Will knew his nuts didn't stand a chance. He started to whimper and cry at the thought of having his manhood destroyed and eaten by his own family!

"Here comes the first one!" Lisa shouted as she snapped her first kick up between her son’s legs. The point of her shoe hit him right in the middle of his sack, pushing his orbs off the side before squishing them between the top of her foot and his pelvic bone. Will squealed in pain and tried to double over in pain but his sister Cindy held him up.

"Damn it, I missed!"

"Take your time and aim properly." Cindy said as she jerked her brother upright. She kicked his legs farther apart to give her mom easy access.

Lisa took several slow, careful practice kicks, aiming the tip of her shoe right at her son's left nut. "OK, I've got the range now. Will, kiss your ball goodbye!" and she snapped another powerful kick out into her son's groin. Will watched this one as if it were in slow motion. Even through the pain he could tell her aim was dead on, even before she made contact. The point of Lisa's shoe hit his left nut dead center, smushing it back against his body, trapping it in place. The point dug in and the amazing force and pressure causing his nut to literally explode inside his sack. Lisa dropped to the ground, screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Will also dropped to the ground, a thin high pitched wail coming from his mouth.

Cindy started jumping up and down excitedly, clapping her hands as she laughed. "That was great! Two kicks! Mom, you popped his nut in two kicks! Will, your little boy berries couldn't even take two kicks from mom's sexy legs! Now it's my turn!" Cindy sat on the ground next to her mother, who was still panting heavily. Will was sitting right in front of them; legs spread wide open, his hands weakly covering his groin. He was letting out a slight squealing noise as he stared at the women in front of him in daze. Cindy reached over and moved his hands away from his balls. Will didn't even try to resist. She took his one good nut in her hand and started to roll it around between her fingers.

"I'm gonna squish your ball like a grape! I'm gonna crush it with one hand while I get off with the other! Who'd of thought you'd ever actually give a woman this much pleasure little brother!" Cindy started to finger her soaking wet slit while she rolled her brother's nutmeat between her fingers. She slowly tightened her grip, continuing to roll and knead his plum in her hand as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel his ball swell and squish in her hand as it got closer and closer to bursting. And then it happened, his nut popped in her hand with a soft SQUICK, just like a ripe grape between her fingers. Cindy screamed in pleasure as she felt the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Will stopped screaming and merely passed out. Both women lay there for a while, too exhausted to move. Then, after a while, Cindy got to her feet.

"C'mon mom, we've got breakfast to make!"

Eric

By popped_nuts

Eric was glad to be home. The last few weeks had been crazy. For girls at his school, ballbusting was their favorite past time. Nut kicking was practically the school's number one sport. It was a common sight to see a guy doubled over holding his aching sack or walking bow legged down the hall to keep his swollen nuts from rubbing together. The unsurprisingly all female staff of the school turned a blind eye towards the girls’ ball bruising escapades, as most of them had played the same game when they were students at the same school. The girls always wondered what it would be like to permanently destroy a guy, and often threatened to when they had a guy gagging on the ground with his balls up in his throat. But, amazingly, even after all the years of ballbusting tradition, no one had ever suffered any permanent damage. At worst, a guy spent a week or two walking funny, but was alright after that. Hell, the school wouldn't even accept sore, swollen nuts as an excuse to miss school anymore.

A few weeks ago, this all changed. One of the girls at school, Lindsey, finally managed to pop a ball. She was Eric's sister Cindy's arch-rival as ultimate ballbuster at the school. Lindsey had a boyfriend named Josh. Josh was only Lindsey's boyfriend because he had a good job and could buy her things. Unfortunately for Josh, he had recently lost his job and Lindsey had no use for a broke boyfriend. She decided to break up with him in the ultimate way.

Lindsey invited Josh and a few of her girlfriends over for a swimming party. The girls were there, all in their little bikinis, Josh was in his swim trunks. Despite all the money he spent on her, Lindsey never even let Josh get to first base, and as a result his raging hormones kept him too distracted to notice anything was amiss. Lindsey's mom was there with a video camera, filming the whole thing. She was filming Josh and Lindsey standing together while another girl snuck up from behind. The other girl yanked Josh's trunks quickly down and Lindsey reached over and grabbed his nutsack. Before Josh ever had a chance to react, she started to squeeze. A short while later, with a loud SQUICK, Lindsey became the first real ballbuster of the school, and it was all on tape.

Eric and the other guys at school didn't know exactly what happened for several days. They only knew little bits of what they heard tall the girls whispering about, but they knew it was bad news for them. They heard something bad had happened to Josh's balls and it didn't take much for them to figure out what.

Then they found out about the tape. Lindsey and her mom had started making copies of their tape and spreading them to every woman in town. Eric knew his sister Cindy would probably be one of the first to get a cop. He went into her room that afternoon before she got home. He didn't have to search for the tape, it was in the VCR. The cover on top of the VCR said "Lindsey's Ball Pop".

Eric sat down and watched the tape. The actual video wasn't even five minutes long but was repeated over and over for the length of the tape. It starts just before Josh gets his swim trunks pulled down. Lindsey grabs his balls and starts squeezing. Josh starts to squeal loudly and grabs at her arms, but there's now way to break her grip. Lindsey starts to yank as she squeezes, Josh can only stand there and squeal. All the other girls have gathered around and are cheering Lindsey on. Lindsey shifts her hand to get a better grip and one of Josh's balls visibly squirts out of her grasp. Lindsey growls in irritation and grabs hold of the remaining nut with her other hand, using both to squeeze with all her strength. Josh's squeal turns into a thin, high pitched, barely audible wail.

And then it happens. A loud squishing sound as Josh's one nut explodes in Lindsey's hands. Josh passes out and falls to the ground. Now Lindsey starts to scream as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure wash over her. She slowly sinks to her knees, her body quivering with pleasure. The video ends with Lindsey's mom zooming in on Josh's crotch as she pokes and prods the pulpy mess that was once his ball. The whole tape is one repeating loop of this scene.

Eric sat there for a moment in shock. He quickly rewound the tape and left the room before his sister got home. Eric was in the kitchen making snack when Cindy and their mom, Joanne came home. They were giggling as they came through the door, but stopped when they saw him sitting there. Cindy ran off to her room and shut the door. Josh's mom stopped to check the answering machine before heading to her room to take a shower. As she was walking away Josh noticed a video tape poking out of her purse. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He waited till he could hear her get into the shower and snuck into her room. The tape was now sitting on top of her TV. He could see the title clearly, "Lindsey's Ball Pop". He ran back to his room and shut the door. That night he didn't get much sleep. He could hear the tape being played in his mother's room and in his sister’s room. For hours he heard the endless loop of Josh getting his nut pulverized. What was worse though were the orgasmic moans he could hear from his mother and sister as they masturbated to Josh's nut crushing. The next day, Eric started wearing a cup to school.

After the video got around, the school went crazy. At times, as he was walking through the crowded halls, a hand would reach out of the crowd and smack him in the crotch. When they hit the cup, whoever it was quickly retreated into the crowd. It seemed he and every other guy had taken to wearing a cup to school. He shuddered to think of what would happen if they found a guy without protection. It seemed every teacher had taken to keeping a big bowl of nuts on their desk, always with a large metal nutcracker sitting on top. His nights at home weren't much better. Every night he fell asleep to the sounds of his sister and mother getting off to Josh's emasculation.

Eric was glad to be home. Today had been the craziest. He had been groped in the hallways at least twenty times today. The girls were getting desperate; they really wanted to ruin a guy. He could hear his sister and one of her friends in her room, laughing. He went into his room to change. He stripped down, tossing his cup on the bed. It was uncomfortable wearing that thing all day. He put on a nice loose pair of boxers, letting his balls breathe and hang free for a while. His mother was out of town, so he would have to make his own dinner tonight.

Cindy and her friend Valerie were in the kitchen when he got there. His mouth nearly fell open in shock. The girls were wearing the tiniest bikinis he had ever seen. Eric stared at his nearly nude sister. His eyes traveled up her tanned, toned legs to the little pink triangle that just barely covered her crotch. He moved up her stomach to her full, round breasts. The tiny pink circles of cloth that made up the top must just barely cover her nipples, he thought. The whole thing was held together by some thin, clear straps, not much more than dental floss. Valerie was dressed exactly the same, though her humongous breasts managed to make her top look even smaller. Each one of her breasts were nearly as big as her head, and yet still managed to look as firm and perky as Cindy's. Eric's cock sprang to life in his pants, jutting out in his loose boxers. Eric was so caught up ogling Valerie's melons that he didn't notice the video camera in her hands, or that she had quietly started filming him.

"There you are Eric, we've been waiting for you." said Cindy as she slowly walked towards her brother. Valerie tried to stifle a giggle. Something in her tone jolted Eric out of his daze, and he finally noticed the small camera in Valerie's hands. Eric suddenly remembered the cup he had left on his bed as his sister stopped right in front of him. He was aware of his heavy balls swinging loose beneath his newly throbbing erection.

"Uhh, what are you d-d-doing?" he managed to stammer. Cindy turned and smiled back at Valerie, who was busy filming away, before answering.

"Oh, Val and I are looking to play a game of football!" Cindy giggled as she said this.

Eric opened his mouth to ask her what the heck she was talking about, but before he even got the first word out, Cindy's foot shot out and buried itself in his crotch. The top of her foot smacked into his dangling nutsack, smashing his balls up into his pelvis. Eric let out an OOF and doubled over, Cindy's foot still buried between his legs. She was wiggling her foot around, grinding against his throbbing orbs, as Eric weakly tried to push her leg away. She pulled her leg back quickly, pulling Eric off balance. Eric grabbed his sister to keep from falling over, and Cindy took this opportunity to step in and piston her knee into her brother's now tender ballsack. Eric grunted again and slowly sank to his knees, in too much pain and shock to think to let go of his sister. Cindy smiled down at her brother as she slowly pulled her leg back for another kick. Cindy waited for her brother to look up at her, to see her smiling face, to see her enjoying busting his balls. Just as he looked up into her eyes she fired off her kick.

She could feel his balls, feel them squishing against the top of her foot, as she watched the pain explode in his eyes. She pushed Eric away and let him crumple into a little ball on the ground. Cindy went to work quickly as Eric lay there moaning. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them off. She took some thick rubber bands from off the counter. Eric's balls were red and swollen already, but still intact. His cock was, amazingly enough, still throbbing hard. She grabbed the whole package in her hand and quickly wrapped a rubber band tightly around it. Eric grunted and twitched as she grabbed his balls, but made no move to stop her. She took another rubber band and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock, trapping his erection. She took a third rubber band, and pulling his balls far away from his body, wrapped it tightly around his sack, trapping his aching orbs in a tight little package. She then picked up a piece of rope from off the counter. She grabbed Eric's arms and pulled them behind his back. She quickly tied his hands together. She rolled him over on his back and stood up. Cindy stood over her brother, hands on her hips in a triumphant pose.

Eric was finally coming out of his pain filled haze, and realized what trouble he was in. He stared up at his smiling sister with a look of horror. "What are you doing?? Why are you doing this?? I'm your brother! Please stop!" Eric begged.

"Well Eric, I guess I can explain things for you" Cindy said. "I'm sure you know about Josh, I know you've snuck in my room and watched my tape! And I'm sure you've heard mom and me watching the tape" Cindy's hand slid down between her legs and started to rub her crotch. "Well, you see, Lindsey may have been the first girl to pop a ball, but she didn't finish the job. She showed us that bursting a guy’s berries was more fun than we had ever imagined, but everyone wants to know what its like to really destroy a man. Every girl at school wants to know what its like to crush a guy’s manhood, to take the two little things hanging between his legs that make him a man, and grind them into a gooey pulp! Now Lindsey was the first to pop a ball and I can't let her beat me again. Josh is coming back to school tomorrow and Lindsey's planning to crush his one remaining nut so she can be the first real ballbuster and I just won't have that!" Cindy kicked her brother's legs apart and moved to stand in between them. She pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and began fingering her soaking wet slit.

"The only problem, Eric, is that I haven't been able to find a pair of balls to bust! All you guys are so protective now that we never get a chance! I had almost given up when Val here reminded me that there was a perfectly bustable pair of balls right here in my own home!" Cindy said. Valerie had also started to rub her pussy as she taped the scene and was now moaning softly.

"Anyways" Cindy continued, "I called mom this afternoon, just a little before you got home. I didn't think she'd mind, but I wanted her blessing anyways." Cindy bent over, staring directly into her brother's eyes. "She said it was a great idea! She said as long as I got the whole thing on tape, you balls were mine to do with as I pleased!"

"Can you believe that Eric? Your own Mom is going to let your big sister pop your little ballsies so and as long as she gets a tape of it to get off to she doesn't care!" Cindy laughed. "Just think Eric, every woman in town is going to be masturbating to you getting your little nuts smushed! You'd never be able to give that much pleasure to just one woman WITH your balls, but you'll have all those women screaming in pleasure when you lose them!"

She reached down and pinched the head of his cock in her fingers. "And when I'm done ruining your ballsies, I'm going to take this as a trophy! I'm going to have it preserved and wear it on a big chain. Your cock is going to spend the rest of its life hanging between my tits!"

"So are you ready Eric, are you ready to be unmanned? Are you ready to have your very own sister crush your manhood into a gooey pulp?!" She stood up over her brother and kicked his legs farther apart. Eric just lay there sobbing, knowing there was nothing he could do to save his balls.

"Here, let me kiss you balls goodbye for you, since you can't." She bent over and grabbed his sack, pulling it up to her mouth. She kissed each nut softly, slightly sucking them into her mouth. Then she planted a big wet kiss on the tip of his cock. "OK bro, time for your ballsies to go splat!"

Eric lay there watching in horror as Cindy slowly drew her leg back. She was staring down into his eyes; she wanted to see his look when her foot smashed into his eggs. Finally she kicked, snapping her foot forward with a grunt. Her foot smashed into his tender orbs full force, smashing them up into his crotch. His balls were trapped tightly in his sack by the rubber band and had no way to escape. He could feel his balls flattening against her foot and then his whole body exploded in agony. His body spasmed as he instinctively tried to curl up into a ball, pulling his legs. Cindy kept her foot buried in his crotch. She could feel his nuts trapped between her foot and his body. She grabbed his legs and pulled them up and apart into a V shape. She pulled her foot out of his crotch and raised it up as high as she could. She held it there over his balls, waiting for Eric to recover enough to see what she was doing.

After a moment, Eric came around enough to look at his sister. She smiled evilly as she caught his eye and stomped down with all her strength. Her foot smashed into his already tender orbs, crushing them into the hard floor. His left nut exploded immediately from the impact. Eric's mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt his ball pop under his sister's foot. Cindy felt Eric's nugget squish under her foot, his ball smushing out underneath her foot. Cindy continued to grind away on Eric's one remaining nut as her body was wracked with orgasmic pleasure. She pressed down harder, grinding her foot on his ball like she was squishing a bug. She could feel his nut flattening slowly beneath her foot. Finally she shifted all her weight on he foot and his one last nut.

As her weight came down on it his ball caved in, popping with a soft squick. Eric's eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out, overcome by the pain. Cindy fell to her knees, screaming in pleasure. She stayed there for a long while, as orgasm after orgasm jolted through her body. Finally the pleasure slowly subsided. She reached over and felt her brother's now squishy sack. She squished around the remains of his manhood, it felt like lumpy nutmeat to her. Then she got up and got some more rubber bands off of the counter. She wrapped one tightly around his cock, right next to the other one and did the same with his nutsack. She stood up, walking up to her brothers head, straddling it. She squatted down, putting her pussy just inches from his face. She reached down with her hand and spread her pussy lips apart and started to piss in her brother's face. Eric quickly sputtered back awake, but she continued to pee until she was finished, just to humiliate him some more. She then moved back down and knelt between her brother's legs.

"I wanted you to be awake so you could watch these." She grabbed his mushy sack and started sucking it in her mouth. It was so swollen that she had to stuff it in with her fingers. She looked up at her brother with her mouth full of his crushed nuts and bit down hard, slicing his sack off between the rubber bands. Eric twitched briefly but it was actually was a relief. The burning pain from having his nuts bit off was less than the throbbing ache of his crushed balls. Cindy spit his sack out in her hand, the rubber band at the top keeping everything in a nice, neat package.

"And now for my trophy," she said as she leaned back in. She took Eric's cock in hand and slowly guided it into her mouth. Slowly her lips crept up his shaft as she tried to take the whole thing in without gagging. When she got to the base, she clamped her teeth down between the rubber bands holding his erection. Eric could only watch helplessly as his sister swallowed his cock. She slowly started to bite down, sawing her teeth back and forth. A few seconds later she pulled her head back, the base of Eric's dick sticking out of her mouth. She spit it out in her hand and held it up for the camera. Eric started to slip back into unconsciousness, the pain and humiliation to much for his mind to bear. The last thing he saw before he passed out was his sister rubbing the mushed remains of his balls on Valerie's huge tits and licking them off...

Physical Pleasures

By Pleasure Seeker

Chapter 1

Greg and Rachael had only been dating for about three months. It had only taken them four dates before they started fucking, about normal for Greg and faster than usual for Rachael. Greg was coming up to 24; he had blond hair and was a fit medium build, just under six-foot. Rachael was 20, good looking, kind of cute with it; she had light brown shoulder length hair, a good pert pair of breasts and long slender legs.

That day they had been walking by the lake, it was getting towards late afternoon and they were drifting towards the parking lot. Rachael asked, “One last look at the lake before we go?”

“Okay,” said Greg. They both sat on some rocks by the edge of the lake where the water came right in.

Greg was Rachael’s fourth boyfriend, and though it was so far the shortest relationship, she found Greg much sexier than the others. There was something about the way he made love to her which suggested an adventurous nature about sex. So far, though she had not explored this potential aspect. But this was about to change without her realizing it.

They talked for a while about nothing much, watching the last of the other visitors begin to head home. A few feet away was the track to the parking lot, all of a sudden they were startled by the screech of tires as three boys on bikes careered past.

“Have you ever ridden a bike?” enquired Rachael, looking at his firm thighs but also noticing the visible bulge in his chinos were his legs met.

“I used to,” he said, thinking back to when he was a teenager. “But a soon as I was 16 I started to drive and suppose didn’t need to.” He then remembered one of his cycling days, when he and some friends from school rode out to the creek about 12 miles outside town. He thought about telling Rachael, couldn’t decide, and then did.

“I remember once, I was with some friend out at Wild Creek, guess I was about 15. We were just coming to the ridge on our bikes, a steep up-hill ride, when the chain on my bike came off and I landed hard on the cross bar straight on my balls. It really hurt for a few minutes, but after lots of laughter from the other guys I was able to carry on.

“The funny thing,” he said, only now realizing what may have occurred, “when I got home about an hour later and went up to my room, I felt incredibly horny, with a heavy but yet not fully hard cock. At that time of course I wasn’t fucking anyone so had to be content with jacking off. My balls were still tender from the busting earlier, but I still felt the urge to squeeze hard them while rubbing my cock.”

Rachael listened in fascination; she always wondered about men’s bodies and what they felt when sexually aroused.

Greg continued. “When I came, and it didn’t take long, I remember shooting more cum than normal, but most surprising was the distance the first few spurts went, overshooting the tissue I usually laid on the bed. There was a long white streak all across the bed quilt which I had to quickly clean up.”

“Do you think it was the blow to your balls that made you cum like that?” inquired Rachael.

“I don’t know. It’s never happened to me since and I’ve never been kicked or hit in the balls, even during school sport.”

“I’ve grabbed you balls during sex and even squeezed them quite hard, you haven’t objected,” said Rachael.

“I get so horny then that it takes a lot to distract me from what you are doing to my cock,” he replied.

“I think we should test this out as soon as possible, when we get back to my place I suggest I kick you in the balls and then you tell me how you feel.”

“No way!” said Greg, alarmed.

“I promise to fuck afterwards and anyway, if it still makes you horny, just think about not having to rub yourself off this time. Maybe some sucking of your dick first, some clit and pussy?”

“OK, but just one kick. With my jeans on and no shoes on your feet.”

“We’ll see,” said Rachael, thinking this is going to be fun and if I know Greg, it won’t stop at that.

Chapter 2

Back at Rachael’s apartment, about an hour’s drive from the lake, Greg and Rachel grabbed a bite to eat and then started to freshen-up after the days outing. Greg watched through the door of Rachael’s room as she stripped for a shower. He watched her firm tits spring from the confines of her bra as she unfastened the clasp. He could see her shapely ass as she slipped off her jeans, the curvature of her buttocks and the space between her legs showing off the outline of her cunt against the dark background of the bedroom. Clearly visible now was the mound of brown curly hair that surrounded her lips outlining her pussy he so much wanted to part them and fuck with his rapidly hardening prick.

As he sat there thinking about Rachael and sex, she suddenly disappeared into the shower leaving him only with his genitals to play with. He thought of the time she would take his firm end between her lips and allow the rim to rub over the edge of her lips before taking the full head of his swollen cock into her mouth. As he did so he realized that his balls were soon to receive Rachael’s undivided attention, with her intent of finding out if inflicting him to high levels of testicle pain would make him extra horny and a super fuck.

Slowly Greg felt each testicle, letting his fingers trace the plum-shaped outlines held within his scrotum. He wondered how much pain he could expect from his nuts, the memory of the bicycle ride was distant now and the prospect of having his nuts crushed alarmed him. Suddenly he wanted to tell Rachael that it was only a joke and that he had made the story up to pass the time. After a few moments thought though, he realized that he found the relatively minor pain exerted by Rachael on his balls during sex a real turn-on, causing him to have some of the best hard-ons of his life, perhaps there was something about ball busting that released an additional level of sexual arousal in men. Alright he decided, he would let Rachael at his balls and let her convince him on the benefits of the experience.

Greg could see Rachael as she dried her naked body, her hands rubbing the towel over her firm breasts, down over her flat belly and between her legs. He sighed as she rubbed the towel around her pussy and up to her small tight asshole, thinking of the times his dick had penetrated those moist lips and left his thick creamy spunk running down her thighs. She then proceeded to pull on a T-shirt and mini briefs.

“Come on Greg, finish that beer and get in the shower, I can’t wait to kick you in those beautiful big balls of yours,” called Rachael as she pulled on a flimsy pair of light blue knickers that barely covered her cunt hairs.

Greg climbed out of the chair and pulled his T-shirt off followed by his Chinos. Rachael looked at his smooth but muscular chest and arms, she watched as he lowered his cotton briefs to reveal his ample cock and full balls. Even soft, Greg could manage six inches, hard it was a magnificent eight inches of thick throbbing cock, enough to fuck her off properly every time.

Rachael watched as he showered, thinking only of his balls and the pleasure she wanted them both to have from Greg’s ball busting.

Greg came out of the shower and started to dress. He pulled on a pair of Levis and some socks, grabbed another beer and went over to where Rachael was sitting on the sofa.

“I thought I said no jeans?” she said as Greg appeared.

“Come on, I need something to stop them being ripped off,” said Greg as he playfully held his groin.

“No, if you want to feel the impact of my foot in your balls they must be either exposed or held in place by the minimum of material. Put on those tight blue briefs you bought from Sears last week. They look good but let your nuts stand out.”

Greg pulled off his jeans allowing Rachael a look at her target. She looked at his plump testes and wondered what it was like to have such sensitive parts between the legs and as part of one’s sexual organs.

Quickly Greg pulled on the blue briefs, adjusting the fit to allow his heavy cock to hang in front of his balls. Rachael stood up and moved towards him. As soon as she could reach her hand had delved into his pants and pulled his cock upwards to expose his nuts from the front. Rachael was not now concerned about Greg’s penis. That could wait; all she wanted was his balls.

“One kick to start, OK?” said Rachael looking at Greg. He winced at her, but really he was almost looking forward to answering a big question. Greg nodded and opened his legs about two feet. Rachael shook her head and made him move them wider apart. She could now see a clear gap around his restrained nut sack, the shape of her intended targets clearly visible through the thin cotton.

“I think it will be best if you close your eyes, if you flinch or move it may reduce the force of the blow.”

Greg obeyed. Legs apart, eyes closed he braced himself for the most pain he was ever going to feel, but strangely looked forward to the impact.

Rachael took two steps back, balanced herself then swung her right leg forward in a kicking movement with all her weight. The instep of her foot came sharply into Greg’s groin. Nothing could now stop Greg from finding out if this was to be pleasure or pain.

The first Greg new was the sharp impact into his scrotum. Like any skin on skin impact this was slightly sore, but this was only the beginning of the experience. He felt himself being briefly lifted off the floor as the full force of Rachael’s kick hit him. He knew it would be a few seconds before the ball pain would start. Already he could feel the affects of the impact in his abdomen, the sharp pain in his sides and stomach. This would last only a few seconds, but would be intense. He tried to focus on his balls, believing that most of the impact would be felt there and quickly turn into sexual arousal.

With his eyes still closed he struggled to keep his balance after the blow. The pain of the initial impact was now transferring to the intense ache in his testes. This is what he remembered from the bike crossbar in the balls. Although it hurt like hell in his balls he was starting to get really turned on by this and wanted the feeling to continue. Standing up straight to maximize the feeling in his nuts, Greg managed to open his eyes to see Rachael looking at him, wondering what she had done to the guy she loved.

“Are you OK? Are your balls all right? Do they hurt?” she asked desperately.

“Yea,” gasped Greg holding his testicles. “It’s OK. What I’m feeling now is great, all the pain is in my balls but I can feel a hard-on coming on.”

Rachael looked up from his balls to see a firm shaft sticking up in the front of his briefs. Wow, she thought, one kick does this already. Greg pulled down the front to his briefs to examine his balls. They looked a little red and perhaps slightly swollen, but otherwise normal.

“How do they feel?” inquired Rachael.

“Tender, but fine,” said Greg rolling each one gently in turn between his thumb and forefinger to check it was still whole.

“I’m going to knee your balls now,” said Rachael.

“I said one kick, you’ve had that,” replied Greg. He wasn’t about to stop her though, this was too much of a turn-on to stop now.

“Come on, your enjoying this and so am I. Lets take it all the way whilst your balls are tender and see how much you can stand”. As she said this, her hand cupped Greg’s scrotum and gently massaged the contents. His cock was stiff now and his end was poking out from the briefs.

Greg considered Rachael’s request and decided he would like to know what his balls would feel like after she kneed him.

“OK, but make it good one,” he said.

Rachael stepped back, releasing his balls. She reached out with both arms and held Greg by the shoulders. She gestured him to open his legs wider, then swung her right leg back and then bought it rapidly up into his tender scrotum. Greg bent at the waist with the force. The few brief second quickly passed before he could feel the intense sensation in his nuts.

Rachael watched as Greg staggered at little, recovered his stance and grabbed his balls, holding the pair of red testicles as they delivered a painful but highly arousing pain throughout his body. His cock remained upright throughout this time. Rachael looked longingly at it, wanting to take the head into her cunt, impaling herself on the long shaft, right up to Greg’s aching balls.

“Here, let me,” she said reaching out for his balls. Greg removed his hand from around his testicles and started to gently rub the tip of his penis, slowly flicking the skin over the ridge.

Rachael took his testes in her right hand and felt the shape of each ball with her fingers. Almost instinctively her grip tightened on his balls. Both testicles were now trapped in a vice-like grip, her fingertips pushing into the firm flesh of Greg’s swollen balls. She locked her grip and at the same time leant forward and kissed Greg on the lips, pulling to him with her free hand.

The pain shot up Greg’s sides as he felt his balls grabbed in this tender state. After the initial shock had subsided the residual pain turned into an intense sexual ache once again and started to arouse him, his cock again stiffening, the glans bursting though his short foreskin to reveal his purple shining knob.

Rachael responded by taking her hand from around Greg’s waist and gripping his penis, allowing her hand to slowly masturbate him. Her other hand maintained its hold on his balls.

As she rubbed her hand up and down his erect cock Rachael could feel his balls throb under the pressure applied to them. Greg groaned audibly with the pain as she continued to grip his nuts and occasionally massage them. His only movement was a thwarted attempt to push his hand into Rachael’s knickers and rub her dripping pussy off. She was determined that this was going to be Greg’s experience and her coming could wait until he was ready to fuck her later.

“Are your balls alright?” she inquired.

“Yes, I can just stand your grip at the present. The longer you squeeze for, the more intense the pain becomes. Squeeze harder! Harder! Harder! Arrgh!” moaned Greg as Rachael obeyed his command. Her fingers now pulling at his compressed scrotum and its contents with her right hand. To apply more pressure to his balls she took her left hand off Greg’s knob and gripped his right testicle, his left one being gripped by her right hand. By applying separate forces to each ball the impact on Greg was visible. His cock seemed to grow even stiffer, the skin of his end stretched tighter, the hole in the end no longer a slit but almost round with an oozing of the clear fluid men make when highly aroused.

Greg groaned in both pain and pleasure at the forces acting between his open legs. Rachael started to move the tips of her fingers in the firm flesh of Greg’s balls whilst maintaining the pressure. Greg was almost whimpering but still he let her carry on.

Suddenly Rachael released his swollen testes, Greg sighed with relief at the almost instant removal of the deep-seated sensations in his balls and lower abdomen.

“Come over here and sit on your balls,” ordered Rachael as she took a slightly padded chair and placed it in the center of the bedroom.

Almost in a daze Greg moved over to the chair. Rachael reached between his legs from between his buttocks and pulled on his swollen scrotum. She allowed Greg to lower himself onto the chair whilst her hand held his balls in place close to his ass hole. As soon as the weight of his body started to push his balls into the firm cushion of the chair she withdrew her hand. Greg let out a moan as his weight compressed his super sensitive nuts, just to make sure he wasn’t cheating and taking some of the weight on his legs Rachael quickly pulled his feet up off the floor. Greg cried out again.

“How are they?” asked Rachael.

“Starting to throb, I can feel each ball, they feel really hard. It’s like I’m going to come, but I’m not going pass the point of no return and actually cumming off. Each time they throb they must swell because the pressure increase making them hurt and throb more.”

Rachael watched Greg’s face, slowly his eyes closed and his mouth opened. He looked almost at peace.

“What is it, Greg?” she wondered.

“It’s like coming in little bursts but without the sensation in my cock,” he whimpered.

With that Rachael pulled off her T-shirt followed by her now wet knickers. Quickly she rubbed her right hand over the opening to her pussy ensuring that the thick white cunt cream was ready for what she intended. By pulling Greg’s balls back between his legs his prick was stretched tight, the end at a shallow angle to his thighs. Rachael took hold of his shaft and quite roughly pulled the underside of the penis at the base to produce enough skin to allow it to angle upwards. This is where Greg’s eight inches would help.

Quickly she positioned herself on his thighs, holding his shoulders. Looking down to check the penetration angle, she lowered her wet pussy lips over the glans of his cock. She could achieve about three inches of penetration, enough she thought. Her next move was to start bobbing up and down on Greg, the point of deepest penetration resulted in most of her weight being taken by Greg’s throbbing balls. He briefly opened his eyes at the extra pressure and pain but he could hardly see his girlfriend inches away. The sensation in his balls and his cock now having its most sensitive parts rubbing up a woman’s pussy was too much.

The throbbing of his balls spread between is legs to envelope his entire sexual organs. He was coming like he has never come off before. The exquisite rubbing of knob inside Rachael and the hour of ball busting was coming to a climax. He threw his head back, mouth open wide and cried out in ecstasy as the first massive spurt shot from his pulsing cock. He could feel his balls almost wrenching themselves to pump out his cum into Rachael’s cunt, shot after shot of the hottest cum he had ever felt erupted from his dark purple penis. Still he cried out, the throbbing never seeming to end.

Rachael could feel the heat and the force of his spurts as the semen hit the walls of her vagina. Already it has started to trickle down her leg and onto Greg’s thighs. After what was an age Greg became quiet and still, to relieve him she climbed off him, more cum dripping from her pussy lips as she did.

Greg stayed still for a few more moments then raised himself to release his trapped balls. They were still swollen, hanging slack in his now red scrotum. Slowly he climbed out of the chair and looked at Rachael, smiled and took a step forward and put his arms around her naked body, drawing her to him. A large drop of cum landed on his foot.

Later Greg made love to Rachael, giving her an endless series of body shaking orgasms.

THE END

The General (part 1-2)

by philco

The military man with a chest full of medals had always been a closet masochist. His résumé reflected this. Early in his career, he volunteered for multiple infantry in Korea and Vietnam. Along the way, he earned commendations for bravery and his strategic genius had him well on the path to General. At 50, he made 3-star and by the ripe age of 57 he was promoted to 4-star General. The 6'4", rugged 230-pound Army man with the graying flattop definitely looked the part. Upon being promoted, the hero was given the option of hiring his own secretary. He relished the idea and took a firsthand role in interviewing candidates.

Ten days into the search, the bachelor with and eye for the ladies found the ideal woman. A slim, petite, Demi Moore look-alike in her mid 30's, this woman exuded innocence and elegance. She had eyeglasses and wore her long, silky hair in a sexy ponytail. Her attire was business professional - long-sleeved white blouse, a beige skirt cut loosely above the knee, a metal ring belt that hugged her curvy hips, ivory nylons and matching peep-toed stilettos. Her single status appealed to the General since married women, and especially those with children, were high maintenance.

The interview went well. She expressed flexibility indicating she was free to work from dawn to dusk. Her skill set was excellent and she answered the General's questions patiently and to his satisfaction. After a moment to skim her résumé one last time, the West Point alum closed the file with gusto and said, "You're hired". They smiled mutually in agreement. Just then, the man's cell phone rang.

"Excuse me," he apologized. "I have to take this." As he stepped out of his office for privacy, the stunning hiree caught her breath and strolled to the window to admire the morning sunshine. Seconds later she wheeled around to return to the guest chair when she noticed an open web file in the General's computer.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she pressed play on the dormant file. The image that materialized was that of an attractive woman in a karate outfit instructing a younger woman dressed in business attire how to properly defend herself, with an emphasis on 'busting balls'. The hiree's satin panties moistened at the mere idea of 'girl power' but her mid-morning wet dream ended abruptly when she heard her new boss wrapping up his call. She quickly clicked the stop button before double-timing it back to her chair.

"Sorry about that," bellowed the 4-star as he re-entered the room. "I just learned that we've been invited to a party tonight. The Joint Chief's are hosting a bash in my honor to celebrate the promotion."

"We?" she asked.

"Yes, we," he confidently snarled. "It will be the perfect place to introduce you to those you will be working with… and against," said the General with a sly smile.

"I can't wait," said the shapely brunette. "Meet you there?" she asked.

"Indeed," he said. "Here's the address and please dress formally."

Hours later the hiree arrived at the black-tie function dressed to rupture with a sexy, black evening dress highlighting her perky bustline and a black leather mini-skirt. Her black, pointy-toed stilettos caught the eye of the lone military cop manning the metal detector entrance. "You could really hurt someone with those, ma'am," said the young guard in a sheepish tone."

The woman, wearing her gorgeous hair down for this occasion, sensed her absolute superiority over the boy. She smiled, removed her glasses and said, "Oh, you mean these shoes." She gazed down innocently at the sharp points and flexed her foot for emphasis. "You're probably right." She the playfully tilted her head, looked into the MP's eyes and warned, "And if you give me any static officer, you might find your testicles orbiting your tonsils." He smiled uneasily and motioned her through. She advanced without incident and, knowing the MP's gaze was magnetized on her fetching derriere, the woman strutted toward the ballroom, her weapons clicking as she went.

"There you are Lisa. You look lovely," said the General, decked out in full dress uniform with the newly minted 4th star on both shoulders. "Glad you could make it," he said as he kissed her hand and kindly seated her at his table.

Thank you for inviting me sir," she said. The pair proceeded to get more acquainted as toasts to the new 4-star sporadically interrupted their chat.

"I did a little research on you General," said the woman as she snuck her pointy-toed shoe under the table, making soft but direct contact with his package. We have a lot in common," she said as the point of her shoe provocatively probed and jabbed his scrotum.

"We do?" he said in a wary tone.

"You're not only single like me but you like having your balls kicked."

Taken aback, the General said, "How do you know?"

Lisa replied mischievously, "I saw that webpage you had open this morning. You're a closet masochist! Don't worry; it will be our little secret. But I have to admit, it made me very horny. I don't know if you noticed on my résumé but I once worked at the CIA where they taught all delicate females self-defense." She then jabbed him hard with her heel, causing him to recoil slightly. "You mentioned sir that we have people to work against and I could be quite handy as an internal espionage agent." She went on to add, "Because of my appearance, men tend to underestimate me."

Never mind a 4th star, the General's third leg was on full alert as Lisa continued to lightly jab his sack while giving a tidy dissertation of the many ways to 'bust' a man. "Punching, kicking, slapping and flicking are all good techniques," she said. "But there are other subtle methods that I specialize in. For instance, come close for a moment sir." She reached under the tablecloth and gently unzipped his trousers. Grabbing his testicles firmly, she the gleefully explained the famous 'grip and twist'. "It's especially effective when dealing with pushy men at bars," she said. "You make a ring with your thumb and index finger around the nutsack, apply pressure by tightening and the use your index finger to divide the testicles while pressing inward."

The General winced and patted his hand on the table to signal her to relent. "That'll work," he said then quickly looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on Lisa's mesmerizing lecture. Satisfied no one was, the General caught his breath and instructed his new secretary to, "Please continue."

The brunette vixen drew the General's attention to those wicked, black pumps she was wearing. "These are my nutcrackers," she purred proudly. "My girlfriends and I talk frequently about the latest pair of 'nutcrackers' we purchased. The MP at the entrance noticed this pair. And why wouldn't he? The point (she fingered the sexy outline of it) is most effective in cutting a man down to size. One properly executed snap kick with these, General and even a powerful man like you would be down for the count." The 4-star grimaced while accidentally spurting in his shorts. Trying to contain his excitement, he reached under the table to zip his trousers, which were still undone after the 'grip and twist' lesson.

Meanwhile, Lisa waxed on about her pumps. "I've learned a new technique that I'd love to try out on you General.

"What's that?" he asked with a trace of fear.

"I'd like to kick you as hard as I can with these pointy shoes. Only I'm going to follow through and get you with my heel as well, sort of a double whammy," she said with a smile that nearly leveled him.

The General gulped, contemplating how such a nasty strike could be on his manhood. "You'd do that?" he asked in disbelief.

"I'd let you wear a cup though," she responded. "But only for the first kick. The rest would be straight on and I promise, deadly accurate."

Lisa now knew she had her boss wrapped around her finger. Seizing the moment, she invited the General to slow-dance as Chris DeBurgh's 'Lady in Red' came on. As her trailed Lisa to the dance floor, the General got a good look at her sexy, compact body. Her pumps elevated her petite frame just enough so that her eyes were even with his chin. Gently placing her hands on the General's broad shoulders, the woman seductively traced the outlines of the General's 4-stars. She gazed into his eyes and warned that if his hands went any lower than her waist, "You'll be walking funny sir."

The General was however on his best behavior. Lisa whispered that she was joking but that she did have a question for him. "General, what do you get when you subtract two from four?"

Puzzled, the General could only muster, "Two."

The woman pulled the unsuspecting man closer and said, "Wrong silly. A 4-star General... minus two..." She drove her left knee powerfully into his pills, which impacted hard against his pubic bone. "…equals you, my dear, in the fetal position." The General faltered like Mike Tyson after a Buster Douglas uppercut. The stunned hero collapsed into Lisa's arms and she struggled to cradle her superior while also applying a Spock hold to the man's neck.

Just before he passed out she whispered, "Oh, you met my knee General. I'll see you at 0600. Bring your cup."

The ensuing commotion was met with a mix of bemusement and concern by the rest of the gathered elites. "What happened to him?" asked one of the other 4-stars as his eyes took a walk up and down Lisa's irresistible figure.

The woman maintained her exquisite feminine poise and put her hands on her cheeks for effect. "I'm not sure," she offered convincingly. "I think he fainted."

0600 Next Morning

The following morning, the 4-Star arrived at the Pentagon for his regular 6 a.m. start. He was a bit groggy and his gait was slightly off, as he made his way down the long hallway to his office. At his promotion party the night prior, his newly hired secretary had asked him to dance and during that dance, she delivered a clandestine knee that popped his nuts like the balls in one of those air-powered lottery machines. The gorgeous woman subsequently applied a pressure point pinch maneuver to his neck that left him unconscious. When he finally came to an hour later, his short term memory failed him and he could not explain to colleagues what caused him to pass out. Nevertheless, here he was, back at work early the next morning.

Lisa was waiting for the general inside his office when he arrived. Upon seeing her, it all came back to him, the way she had easily disposed of him.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” he said sternly.

Lisa was not intimidated and quickly the reversed the tone, “Oh General, you made my night. To think that a little thing like me….could take you….a big strong military man… OUT… with one knee… it got me soooooooo wet.” The hero heard this and felt like he’d almost won the lottery. Here she was, a sexy and mature woman who was not only a cool person, but one who was also into his secret fetish.

Dressed in a tight light blue blouse, her top three buttons were undone and her matching knee length skirt had a generous slit up one leg that revealed her sexy white stockings. The pony tailed brunette rose from her chair and sauntered toward the general. Her white pumps with razor sharp points, clicked on the shiny waxed floor as she approached and pinned him against the wall.

“I’ve always liked kneeing men,” she continued. “A knee in the balls… is arguably the best technique available to women, especially to a petite woman with bony knees like myself. The bonier a woman’s knee is… the more damaging the strike. And besides, it’s a very up close and personal way of saying ‘fuck you’. Most men are too distracted by my eyes or cleavage to even realize it’s coming. From a woman’s standpoint, a knee in the balls contains the ultimate element of surprise. Won’t you agree general?”

The general had encountered many formidable adversaries in his career but here was an ally that was being very adversarial. Lisa was correct though on all counts. Her gaze…..was intoxicating, and her perky nipples… were causing a serious gravitational reaction in his Defense Department issued dress trousers. He was almost daydreaming when the woman lightly slapped his face with her left hand and scolded, “General, my eyes……are up here.” He quickly snapped out of it and locked eyes with her. She smiled glowingly at him then took the opportunity to gently unzip his pants with her right hand.

In addition to her many incredible feminine attributes, Lisa prided herself on her fingernails, often spending hundreds of dollars to update her impeccable French Manicure. Her glistening 2-inch white tipped nails invaded the general’s nether region with mixed intentions. She slipped her right hand inside the hero’s underwear and used her index and middle fingers to provocatively tickle the underbelly of his ball sack. The general began to purr liked a Cheshire cat.

Lisa could feel the general’s flag was at full mast and she joked, “You did say you had a bone to pick sir. You weren’t lying were you?” And with that, she quickly grabbed a firm hold on his pocket rocket.

“Last night was great,” she said, maintaining eye contact with her boss as her right hand firmly massaged his throbbing shaft, “but that sir… was just a love tap.” Right then, using his hard cock as leverage Lisa pulled the general toward her and brought her right knee up sharply and squarely, trapping his package underneath his hard held boner.

The general dropped with a thud to the floor and moaned pathetically. Very satisfied, Lisa fanned out her lovely nails while looking down on her fallen boss and sighed, “You might recall general, that last night I wore that tight leather mini skirt. And today you might notice I’m wearing a skirt with a slit.” In the state he suddenly found himself in, the general was incommunicado. So Lisa continued what was now a monologue. “I love mini-skirts, especially sexy leather mini skirts, but I just find that looser skirts with a sexy slit provide me with more freedom of movement… to better punish men with my knee. Don’t you agree?” she asked rhetorically.

Lisa felt badly about how she’d once again suckered her superior with a surprise knee. She looked down sympathetically at him, and said, “I think we could both could use a cup of coffee, now don’t move, I’ll be back General.”

The hero continued to writhe helplessly while catching a blurry glimpse of Lisa’s wonderful wiggle exiting his office. Moments passed before he was able to pick himself up and stagger to his big leather chair. Lisa soon re-entered the room double-fisted with coffees and placed one on the general’s desk.

“Glad to see you’re up Sir, this should help see straight again,” she said before seating herself seductively in front of him on his desk while crossing her shapely legs for effect.

The man had barely gotten down a swallow of the tasty java when the seductress sipped hers, looked up and asked, “Did you bring your cup General?” He almost spat out his first sip when he heard that. “Remember, I told you I wanted to try out that new technique on you handsome,” she continued, as she slid off the desk and walked behind him and placed her soft hands on his shoulders. “You’ve tensed up sir, I think I need too loosen you up before we begin,” she said and she proceeded to massage his thick trapezoid muscles until she could feel him noticeably relax.

The vixen then walked to the office door and locked it. She told the 4-Star to stay still and close his eyes until she was ready for him to open them. After the events of the last 24 hours, he didn’t know what to expect next, but aching nuts and all, he was fully prepared to go with the flow. Meanwhile, Lisa watched the General intently, making sure he obeyed her order, as she proceeded to disrobe.

“O.K., she said, “you can open your eyes.” His jaw dropped when he opened his eyes to find his perfectly toned and tanned brunette secretary standing ten feet away, in a white bikini, with her ivory stockings pinned up by a garter belt.

“I had a fashion decision to make General. I could have slipped on this nasty pair of knee high black boots I own, but I decided these white pumps would suffice for what I have in mind. Both have the ball busting points I talked about last night, but if you cum, I didn’t want any of your man juice staining my black boots so I stuck with the white pumps. It’s probably a moot point anyway sir because I can cripple you in black or white and besides,” she half-joked, “your balls will feel like a used piñata when I’m done with you.”

“You got me Lisa,” confessed the general. “I do have this fetish, but my tolerance as you can tell is pretty low. Will you help me build it up a bit more?” he asked.

“That IS my plan General,” she replied, as she removed her glasses and took off her pony tail liberating her brown locks and fidgeting with them in a feminine manner to ensure they now flowed straight down her back. “General, there’s a lot of power in a knee, but I’ve found that a pointy toe can do maximum damage too. In fact, for me, it’s almost a toss up. Please stand up sir, I’d like to try to a combination on you.”

“But I forgot my cup,” remembered the hero as he got to his feet.

“That’s too bad sir. I guess I’ll have to be gentler then,” said the bikini beauty in a devilish tone that failed to convince her superior.

“What are you going to do?” he asked as his voice cracked with anticipation.

Striding toward him to close the distance, she stopped about three feet from him before launching her damaging assault. “I’m flattered you asked,” she said with purpose and without hesitation. “First General, I’m going to kick you (she then stung him with the point of her pump at half-strength).

Then I’m going to knee you. (Grabbing the man by his lapels, she once again buckled him with a vicious right knee lift that squished his pills.)

Then lastly (as she forced him to stand up straight), I’m going to finish you off,” and she then launched a very lady like snap kick aiming to demolish his sack with her pointy toe while hitting also his scrotum with her sharp stiletto heel on the follow through.

It was barely 0700 but the general was ready for bed again. The vixen’s three-pronged assault had left him down on all fours. Ironically, one of his hands was pawing the point of Lisa’s right shoe as she stood innocently in front of him, and he mumbled something about how she’d broken her promise to be gentle.

“Ooooooh,” she purred totally oblivious to the damage she had wrought. “I got you square with my toe didn’t I,” but I just missed with my heel follow through. “Get up sir; I’m going to try THAT ONE again.”