The Witches Recipe

By unknown

Morrigan-Hel” is a professional dominatrix who lives in the suburbs of North London. As well as torturing men for money, she and all her female friends amuse themselves by dabbling in the black-arts.

“Mmmmm, running low on youth potion,” she commented to herself one morning as she was looking through her supply of potions.

“It’s my best-seller amongst the lady witches of North London, and I simply can’t have run out!”

She opened up her spell-book, which was given to her by her ex-boyfriend who once was a witch like herself but now resides in her dark cellar (for her torturing pleasure).

“Ha, ha. It’s been ages since I brewed this one up. I’d forgotten how much fun it was getting the main ingredient. Mmmm, swamp weed, eye of a cat,” as she read off items on the recipe list getting to the interesting one. “Ahhh yes here it is. Ha, ha, ha. The testicles of a mature male,” as she began making crushing motions with her left hand.

“Let me see… The procedure involved mixing everything in certain proportions. However the male bollocks had to be ground thoroughly in a pestle and mortar. I didn’t have one in the kitchen last time I cooked this up so I had to improvise,” she smiled wickedly to herself.

She closed her eyes and imagined the last time she crushed a pair of testicles. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she squeezed her thighs together and ground her stilettos into the floor.

“Much more fun grinding them when they are still attached,” she whispered to herself. “Time this recipe was re-written for all my witch friends… Poor fellow. I did keep him as a eunuch for a while. Made him empty his bank account first!” she reminisced, staring at her expensive rings.

Later that evening, Morrigan entered her flat with a man in tow. She’d obviously been out ‘man-hunting’ and caught herself one with a large enough pair of bollocks suitable for her recipe!

In walked the businessman looking extremely distressed. She on the other hand was exhilarated…

“Thank you for the ride home. You have a very, very, very fast car. How much is it worth?” she asked, handing him back the keys.

“It’s very expensive, worth well over 30k,” came the reply. “Look you shouldn’t really have driven that fast!”

“Rubbish darling, those cars are supposed to be driven like that,” she said.

“But you went over pavements and curbs and took most of the corners sideways!” he said looking sadly at his keys.

“Stop being such a wuss! We didn’t get caught, did we? Live a little!” Morrigan stepped up to him and ran her fingers down the front of his chest. “So what’s a girl got to do to borrow that beast for a couple of days?”

The businessman began stuttering. “Errrr, ummm, I would have problems with the insurance and I need it for work and… and…”

Morrigan halted in mid-sentence and opened her jacket to reveal her ample bust “Is all the persuasion you need?”

“Errrr, Ummmm, very nice!” he said, transfixed by the pair of bosoms confronting him. “This was an easy lay,” he thought to himself as he reached out to grab one of her breasts.

“Not so fast tiger, not unless you want my knee in your bollocks. Do you want my knee in your bollocks?” He was taken aback by her response and shook his head vigorously while pulling his groin area back away out of the range of any potential knee.

Morrigan smiled at him. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

The businessman was confused by this statement and shook his head at her remark.

Her tone changed. “Liar,” she replied harshly. “I asked some of the guys at the bar and they were making fun of you because you go and see those women who spank men’s bottoms. What are they called? Dommes? You’re a bit of a weirdo as far as they are concerned, aren’t you? What do you do during your kinky sessions? A bit of spanking perhaps, a bit of whipping or perhaps worse?”

The businessman was stunned at the fact that his little secret was out and began to get all flustered. “Look you’ve got it all wrong…”

“No. I haven’t. You like being dominated by strong bitchy women, don’t you?”

Her commanding voice was too much for him as he lowered his head in shame and squeaked out the word, “Yes.”

“YES, WHAT?” she ordered.

“Yes mistress,” he whispered quietly.

Morrigan smiled to herself. “That’s better. Now stand up like a good boy and take what’s coming to you.” She began to straighten him up. “We can have some sex later. You do want sex with me, don’t you?”

He nodded, but he no longer made eye contact with her.

“Come on, let’s have some fun. One knee in your bollocks,” she ordered as she began to place her hands on his shoulders.

“Please NOT THAT! I like to be spanked, that’s all,” he replied.

“HOW DARE YOU TALK! I WILL TELL YOU WHEN TO SPEAK! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” Morrigan was fuming.

The businessman nodded quickly in fear of this feisty woman.

“Anyhow, it’s a well known fact that a swift knee in the bollocks won’t damage you too much and it will make you last longer in bed. And you do want to last longer in bed with me, don’t you?”

Again he nodded hesitantly.

“Okay, stand back against the wall and close your eyes. It’s very important that you don’t see it coming.”

Morrigan pushed him forcefully up against the wall. She raised her knee several times to his crotch to measure the distance while he kept his eyes tightly shut. He stood there for an age waiting in fear as he felt her hand savagely grasp his bollocks.

“YOU ARE TENSING!” she said viciously as she felt the bottom of his ball-bag to find the location of his testicles.

Morrigan’s fist flew into the base of his throat releasing a gush of air from his lungs. “Ooooooooh.”

In his stunned state Morrigan stopped him doubling over and forced him up against the wall again as he struggled for breath. This time he hadn’t had the chance to tense and retract his balls.

“They should be hanging nice and low for me now,” she whispered into his ear as she delivered a sharp knee to his nads followed quickly by a second and then a third.

Sharp spikes of pain shot up through the victim’s stomach as he slowly collapses to the ground coughing and spluttering.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said, purring.

“Cough, cough… No… not … at…. all… Cough, cough…”

“There, there,” she says with her tongue buried deep in her cheek…

Morrigan’s night of cruelty had just begun. She walked over to the drink’s cabinet to start fixing herself a drink, and slipped in something extra for her guest to make him succumb to the evenings activities.

“There you go. This will help.” Morrigan handed him the lethal cocktail.

The businessman straightened himself up to accept the glass but kept his legs tightly shut. He took some long hard sips of the strong liquor to try and take his mind off the pain in his aching balls.

“Ohhh come on. I didn’t his you that hard, did I? Are your balls sore?”

“No,” he answers, as he vainly tried to impress her.

“Excellent! We’ll do it again then?”

“NO!” He looks shocked at her remark.

“This is just a little bit of foreplay before the real thing,” said Morrigan.

“I… I…. can’t…” he said nervously.

“Of course you can. You are such a big strong man. I bet those balls of yours have taken quite a few kicks in their time. I’ve heard that men with really strong balls can go all night long. I really need a man that can go all night long. Tell me you have really strong balls,” she pleaded as she held onto his arm.

“Well, ummm… yes, very strong balls,” he replied (without even engaging a single brain cell).

“Excellent, let’s test them again then,” said Morrigan. Without letting him realise what he had just let himself in for she took his glasses off him and put them to one side. Like an expert, she manipulated her male victim up against her dancing pole so that she had him in the perfect position to deliver her intended kick.

“Glad to make your acquaintance.” Morrigan raised her stiletto foot to her guests balls as she measured the distance carefully.

“Yaaahh! Whooshh!” she shrieked

“Shmmpphh,” was the sound heard as the tip of her shoe buried itself deep into his most prized possessions.

The businessman bent right over at 90 degrees with shock and horror in his eyes. He starred at her in disbelief. She returned his stare with a look as if to say, “What on earth could be so bad about a kick from little old me?”

He began coughing uncontrollably.

“There, there. Cough them out if you have to!” she said, almost laughing. She sat down to examine her work and sipped on her drink. “Isn’t it wonderful that men have such a vulnerable spot,” she thought to herself.

After a few minutes of watching the tormented male rolling around in agony, she looked down at her watch. “Mmmm, it’s about time that potion kicked in!” She snapped her fingers twice and said in a commanding voice, “Male-pig you are under my command now. Stand against my pole with your legs spread nice and wide.”

The businessman rose to his feet and limped ‘zombie-like’ over to the wall where he was commanded.

“Right, male pig. I’ve brought you here to castrate you. Do you understand? You are making the ultimate sacrifice by offering me your balls for my youth-potion. It will help keep me young and beautiful. And with what’s leftover I should have enough to sell three or four vials to my friends. £100 a vial, that’s not bad, is it male-pig?”

“Not bad,” came the zombie-response.

“Good. I’m glad you think so. I mean your balls are probably worth everything to you, but to me, they’re only worth a couple of hundred quid per testicle. A girl’s got to make a living, you understand don’t you?” she said in a loving tone.

“I am yours to command,” came the response.

“Good. Now your balls need to be pulped before I castrate you so I shall be kicking them as hard as I can until they pop. Is that okay with you pig?”

“Yes mistress,” came the response. It was obvious that the Businessman was not in control. His eyes squinted with pain as the words of the witch were spoken.

But the potion was too strong and, instead of fighting the evil, he nodded obediently and stood with his legs as wide as he could, offering the bitch his precious jewels.

“This is to stop any involuntary responses.” She rendered his arms useless with a stab of a needle in each wrist. His arms immediately flopped to his side as he starred hopelessly out into space. Inside his mind he wanted to protect himself but couldn’t muster any energy to do so. It felt like he was asleep and yet he was awake. It felt like he was outside his body just watching everything without being able to do anything about it.

“Right let’s begin. You’ve met Jossie haven’t you?” Morrigan pointed to her right foot.

“I want to introduce you to Lucy.” Morrigan pointed to her left foot.

“These girls have had the pleasure of meeting quite a few men. Haven’t you, girls?” She starred down at her stiletto shoes.

“Well they haven’t actually met them in the same sense as you and I understand, more a question of becoming acquainted with a certain part of them,” Morrigan laughed girlishly. “Let’s just say they love playing football! You understand don’t you? You girls are just rearing to go, aren’t you? What’s that Lucy?” The deranged Morrigan conducted a conversation with her left foot.

“Yes off course you can darling. I know Jossie gets all the fun. It’s because she can kick harder than you… Yes, yes I know she had the last and final kick on that fat slob last week, so you go ahead and kick away today! Try and pop it in fewer kicks than Lucy if you can. Oh, and I need them pulped, so make sure you stamp on them good and hard after popping okay?”

The businessman just closed his eyes as the insane conversation continued.

Then the torment started. Like guns blazing at the start of a battle, her feet went to work.

“Oooofff… Oooooff…. Oooooff…” was the sound heard as air rushed from his lungs, as kick after kick rained into his crotch as Lucy went to work on his balls.

“Fucking black bastard, take that!” Morrigan swore breathlessly as she slapped and punched, while the two fictitious girls attached to her feet, kicked away relentlessly at his ballbag.

“Arrrgghhhh!” was the muffled cry of the male victim as the once healthy balls that hung between his legs were mercilessly kicked into the base of his pelvis. As he slid down the pole, Morrigan got even angrier.

“Squat. Knees open bastard!” The male victim desperately fought to try and stop his knees from being parted.

He knew this was very near the end. In this position his balls were very exposed and they were at the bottom of the range of her swing kick motion, the part where the toe of her foot was travelling fastest.

“Shit… shit… shit…” he muttered as toe-kick after toe kick finally popped his balls wide open.

She seemed instinctively to know the minute the popping of both testicles had occurred, because her toe kicks changed immediately to flat foot stamping. This must have been the final pulping stage.

He finally bent over and wretched over the floor as she stood back in breathless amazement.

“FUCK YES!” she said as she revelled in her evilness. Minutes later the she returned and laid several knives on the table.

“I must be quick. The potion is on the boil in the kitchen and I need the freshly pulped testicles right now! Roll over you fuck and get your balls out for me to slice off!”

The destroyed man tried his best to comply but to no avail.

In her frustration Morrigan stuck a knife deep into his leg.

“AAARRRGHHHH!” he wailed

“There, that should take your mind off the pain in your groin.” She manhandled him onto his back. She unzipped his fly and felt for his balls.

“Mmmm, nice job girls.” She poked and squished her fingers forcefully into the mess that were once his balls. “Right time to say goodbye to your two little ex-friends.” She smiled and she grabbed the handful of man-meat and yanked it out of his trousers.

The businessman just lay there sobbing as she began slicing with the serrated edge of the knife. The last thing he saw was the evil witch hastily running into the kitchen to finish her recipe as he began passing out…

When I Was Young

By unknown

With all the games I've played with girls as a kid, and how easy it was to get them to lift their skirts or touch you, I wonder how things have gone so wrong. My only encounters with girls during sexual maturity involved (believe it or not) getting my balls hammered. It started when I was 14...

All the boys in my class would tease girls, sometimes (and frequently) grabbing their breasts. This seemed crass and I never joined in. But once my friend was teasing this one girl and one poignant sexual remark about females turned her anger to me. I had gathered, from hearing her talk with friends, that she wanted to kick a guy in the balls, just to see if she could do it. Well she did. She drove her clogged foot straight up into my balls, crushing them between my body and her foot. It was the perfect kick, and I heard a snapping sound. I wasn't floored. I just walked into the bathroom for a rest, trying to walk normal while all the girls laughed. I don't know why, but I ENJOYED it. Later that day I pretended to accidentally touch her rear. I was scared so it barely touched her. But it did get me another kick in the balls, which is what I wanted!

For the girls (and I guess guys too) if you want to hear another description of what it's like, this what it felt like when that girl kicked me: it was a sharp pain initially. My nuts felt like they were trying to squeeze through a small hole. These are ORGANS and it HURTS! They move around the whole time, all by themselves. But the killer is the duller pain that is felt in the testes and intestines as well. Having a stomach ache from the flu is nothing like the dull pain of a landed groin strike.

Her friend got into the act a few weeks later. I had my legs spread really wide while playing a sport. I was leaning forward and I never expected it. She walked up behind me and BANG my balls were mashed with a hard kick. This is a lesson I think all guys learn the hard way: NEVER SPREAD YOUR LEGS, for any reason, ever, unless you want your balls smashed.

Luckily, I could walk away from both kicks. My luck ran out when I was 15. My sister’s friend decided hitting guys in the balls was funny. Well she was laughing hard after a day at our house! At first, she kicked me in the balls quite by accident. A few months later, I goaded her into a slap, and then a punch, and then a hammer strike. Whenever I could, I tried to get alone with her. She kicked me three times in the balls, and I tried to teach her how to hold a pair of balls tight but I think she was too scared to touch me "down there" for too long. When daddy came to pick her up, she gave me a "good-bye kick"!

That was eight years ago. Now, I'm not sure I really want to get my balls mashed by women. I am definitely not as fervent after actually going through the experience. The reason I wrote this is to share my real life experiences, hopefully to get some sort of response from girls, or guys who might have a better control over their sex-drives than most men and can actually help me out because this "fetish" has got me really confused.

Knocked Out

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The Karatiest

By unknown

Jim had a burning desire to stomp Kim into a grease spot because he was jealous of her. Kim was a 5’11" 135 pound Karate expert, built like a Greek Goddess with a 35D-24-34 body and a deep golden tan, powerful thighs, tight gut and trim ass, long blond hair, and easy going life style. Jim was almost exact opposite: 6'3' and 230 pounds, strong like a bull but with a pot belly that was larger than his chest, bald, and except for his arms was as pale as Casper the Ghost. He was trying to live a "Champagne Lifestyle" on a cheap beer diet. Jim had some imagined goal of being "King of the Hill" and had to physically prove it to everyone that he is biggest mother fucker in the valley and will squash anyone just to prove it. Jim actually had the largest inferiority complex of anyone a normal person would care to meet in real life.

Jim, dressed in cheap "Levi’s", T-shirt and cowboy boots, had cornered Kim in a small local bar and challenged Kim to "step outside" so that they can settle their differences, like real men. At first Kim, dressed only in tight Lycra short shorts and tank top and sandals, refused, saying that she had no desire to fight, but Jim being drunk and the biggest asshole in the bar continued to harass Kim with comments about her courage and her lousy choice of friends. Kim, her muscles bulging with tension and hate, gave in and they both stepped outside.

As they stepped outside Jim hammered his powerful fist into the middle of Kim's muscular back driving Kim forward into a parked car. As Kim regained her senses she turned to face Jim but was met with a solid right cross in gut, staggering her again. Kim threw a right jab but Jim blocked it and countered with a left jab of his own that landed on Kim's shoulder. Kim now regained her fighting stance and let out a kai yell and front-kicked Jim in the gut missing Jim's groin only by inches but knocking the some of the wind out of the fat slob. Kim moved in rapidly and followed the kick with a flurry of punches, several landed in Jim's face bloodying his nose, and knocking out two teeth, Jim blocked the other punches. Jim next kicked Kim in the shins to distract her into lowering her guard so that he could go to work on Kim's face to soften her up, before really putting the boots to Kim.

Kim barely moved her leg in time but still caught part of force in the shin. Kim stepped back slightly, lifted her left leg and kicked Jim squarely in the crotch with her instep, racking up Jim's balls with her ankle. Jim screamed about "DIRTY FIGHTING" and attempted to drive is right fist in to Kim's groin. Kim blocked the punch and drove her right knee into Jim's gut, causing Jim to retreat a short distance. The two combatants began to circle each other to try and find a weakness in the other's defences as neither fighter wanted to make a fatal mistake and loose this fight, because the "winner" would totally demolish the loser.

Suddenly Jim lunged at Kim, slammed his thigh into Kim's twat, grabbed Kim in a bear hug and picked her up with the hope cracking some ribs and throwing Kim to the ground to knock the fight out her and where she would be an easy target for Jim's boots. Kim now countered by grabbing Jim's nuts with her left hand and massaged them brutally, while working her right hand free. Kim with her right hand now free began to claw and rip at Jim's face, nose and eyes. Kim continued to hammer blows into Jim's face and the top of his bald head until Jim released her. Jim immediately attempted to throw Kim to the ground using a hip throw, but Kim moved too quickly and got away from Jim in order to catch her breath and plan her next moves.

Kim moved in and attempted a spinning back kick to Jim's head but Jim ducked to avoid the kick and threw a punch at Kim's cunt that was fully exposed to such a counterattack. The punch only grazed Kim's twat and she was only temporally distracted, not dazed or knocked out like Jim had hoped for. After finishing the kick Kim spun around and again kicked Jim with an instep kick to the package that did not miss its target and slammed Jim's nuts into his bony crotch. Jim grabbed his aching nuts and screamed in pain. Kim then started to rain fore fist punches into Jim's face and tiger mouth strikes into his throat while her knees pumped a tattoo into his cock and balls. Kim knocked Jim to the ground with one mighty combination upper cut to the jaw and nut cracking knee lift between the legs. Jim fell flat on his back and cracked the back of his head on the hard ground. Kim knee dropped into Jim's solar plexus while she gouged Jim's cock and balls with her toes. Kim then grabbed Jim's nuts with her right hand and clamped her powerful nut claw around them while she hammered Jim's gut and face with her bare knuckled left hand. Whenever her punches drove Jim too far away, Kim simply dragged him back into range by pulling and stretching his nuts.

After all signs of resistance stopped, Kim dragged Jim's limp body over to the chain link fence that closed off the back of the bar from the neighbour’s property. Kim found some short pieces of rope and proceeded to bind Jim's wrists together. Then she looped a longer piece between them and threw it over the pipe that ran along the top of the fence and hoisted Jim up until he was “standing”. She tied off the rope so that Jim remained suspended with his feet dragging on the ground before she spread Jim's legs and tied them to the fence. Then Kim stuffed a rag into Jim's mouth to muffle his yells. She tied a rope around his head to hold the makeshift gag in place.

With Jim immobilized, Kim slipped her hands into Jim's open shirt and ripped it apart. Kim felt the crotch of Jim's Levis and when she found a weak spot she jammed a finger into the hole. Then she shredded the heavy denim covering and protecting Jim's nuts. Kim undid Jim's leather belt and pulled it free from his waistband, then with one hand on each side of the fly of Jim's Levis, she ripped Jim's pants off and pulled the tattered remains down over his thighs. Kim plunged her hand deep into Jim's briefs and clutched his nuts with in a powerful nut claw, and massaged and crushed his balls without mercy. Kim yanked her hand free and ripped Jim's sac at the same time. Then she hooked her fingers into the crotch of Jim's briefs, with one mighty pull Kim shredded the thin white fabric, and Jim's cock and balls dropped free, hanging impotently between his legs. Kim's clit, although not fully stiff was threatening to burst through her tight shorts, and her pulsing cunt expanding even more as Kim anticipated the final destruction of this asshole's most treasured possessions.

Jim was starting to regain consciousness, although he was still very groggy after being beaten by Kim. He tried to clear his head and his vision slowly returned. As the cobwebs cleared from Jim's mind, he finally realized what a predicament his big mouth had gotten him into. Jim struggled with his bonds, he yanked, twisted and turned trying to loosen his bonds and break free. Jim's face went ash white when Kim, who had been sitting in the shadows resting, suddenly stood up and moved into the dim light. Kim laughed at Jim's attempts to free himself and began to taunt and tease him. Jim's face grew beet red as Kim told him about his friends and what cheap sluts and whores he ran around with. How they were the sleaziest broads in town and that he thought with his brainless cock. Kim told Jim that his taste was divided between his toes and his asshole, and their aroma was strong enough to choke a horse. Kim was working Jim into a rage; the blood vessels were standing out on Jim's forehead and arms as he fruitlessly strained at the ropes holding him. Kim was beginning to tire of this game and wanted to get to finish what Jim started.

Kim slowly swaggered up to her captive until they were nose to nose, then Kim spat in Jim's face. Jim was furious but helpless to prevent Kim from doing what she pleased. Kim slid her left hand over Jim's thigh, her fingers just barely touching his skin until she reached Jim's crotch. Jim was seething with rage and embarrassment as Kim slipped her fingers under Jim's sac and fondled his twin fruits. Jim was turned on with Kim's gentle touch. But Kim had other ideas and clamped her fist shut around Jim balls and stretched his scrotum towards his knees. Jim sank his dentures deep into the gag in his mouth as he tried to scream in agony. Kim released Jim's balls and they snapped back to slam into his hairy crotch with a dull thud. Kim looked Jim square in the eye and grabbed his nuts again, this time with her thumb separating them as she started to squeeze and crush them with her powerful nut cracker grip. Jim's eyes were watering and the tears were starting to run down his face as Kim increased the pressure and worked Jim's balls between her fingers.

Kim told Jim, "You ain't seen or felt NOTHING yet! I'm goin' to make you wish you were dead before I'm finished with you." Kim let her hand drop from Jim's balls. When her hand was by her side, Kim suddenly swung it up between Jim's legs and slapped Jim's crotch with all her strength flattening Jim's balls against his pubes. Jim thought that he would vomit as the sharp pain raced through his groin and reached his brain as his balls were slammed against his crotch. Kim stepped back as Jim convulsed in agony, a raging fire had been kindled between his legs, and Kim was not about to let it die out until all of Jim's fuel had been consumed. Kim had an evil sneer on her face as she watched Jim contort in agony.

As the initial shock was wearing off, Kim started her methodical assault in earnest. She dug her fists into Jim's soft gut, alternating lefts and rights between his navel and groin, softening him up for what was to follow. Kim suddenly grabbed Jim's tits and yanked on them, twisting them in different directions while she pumped her knees into Jim's crotch. Kim dug her hard bony knee cap between Jim's outstretched legs and slammed his nuts with the top of her muscular thighs. Kim let go of Jim's tits and slammed her right elbow into Jim's jaw, on the reverse stroke she drove the back of her elbow into the side of Jim's neck. Kim drew both of her hands back and shot them into Jim's armpits, digging in her fingers, searching for the nerve centres there. After gouging Jim's pits she grabbed a hold of Jim's hair and ripped out two handfuls, denuding him. Then Kim shot two open hand claws to Jim's pecs and clawed them unmercifully and again pumped her knees into Jim's balls bouncing and battering them further.

Jim was on the verge of passing out when Kim stopped her initial attacks to rest. Kim stepped back to admire the damage she had inflicted on Jim's worthless body. Large dark red marks and bruises were already forming were Kim's finger tips and knuckles had ruptured the underlying blood vessels. Jim was in a world of hurt, but this was only a foretaste of what was to follow.

After a short break Kim concentrated her fists on Jim's already battered face, alternately punching her large knuckles into the remains of Jim's features, breaking his nose, cheek bones and jaw. When Kim had finished pounding Jim's face to a shapeless bloody pulp, she began to methodically work over every square inch of Jim's body. She slammed her fists and elbows into Jim's ribs, liver, solar plexus and groin. She used five finger claw hands to gouge and rip Jim's biceps, gut and throat before stepping back so that she could start using her powerful muscular legs and calloused feet. Kim knew that Jim's knees were bad from playing football in school and she was determined to make them permanently useless. She drew back, turned slightly to one side and drove a vicious side kick into Jim's left knee breaking it like a match stick, then she stomped the right knee. Jim would have collapsed but his hands were tied over his head and as he fell both of his shoulders were dislocated. Kim liked to use high spinning kicks and now she unleashed them on the helpless Jim, landing them in his face, ribs and softened gut. She dug toe kicks and front kicks into Jim's gut, striking every inch of Jim's beer belly. She alternately kicked Jim's ribs and groin, her toes sinking deeply into the soft flesh and damaging Jim's internal organs. With most of Jim's ribs either cracked or broken, his gut quaking like a big bowl of Jell-O, Kim again relented.
Jim was in sad shape, he was begging for Kim to stop.

But Kim knew better, she wasn't going to stop until Jim was totally demolished, just like Jim had demolished so many others in previous fights. Kim wanted to crack Jim's nuts with her bare hands and feet, to see this "big man" cry and beg - to suffer the ultimate defeat. Jim's balls had been an inviting target all along but Kim had purposefully avoided them. She stepped closer and ran her hands over Jim's battered and broken body, whispering soft, comforting words to ease Jim's fears. She caressed Jim's stiff dick and low hanging balls, stroking them gently. When Jim was relaxed and thought that maybe Kim would cut him loose, Kim intertwined her fingers into hair in Jim's groin, seized his bush and denuded Jim with one tremendous yank. Then Kim hammered a vicious uppercut into Jim's nuts. She ground her knuckles into Jim's sac, twisting and grinding Jim's nuts. Jim was caught by surprise, now he knew that Kim was going to finish him off. Again and again Kim's fist slammed into Jim's nuts, her bare knuckles grinding them with each twisting punch. Kim switched tactics and began pumping solid knee lifts into Jim's crotch and groin. Kim was enjoying herself, and the bulge and wet spot in her shorts proved it as it grew even larger. Kim's favourite way of ending a fight was to crack her opponent's nuts. Kim had done it many times before, and gotten a real charge out it each time, but those fights had been “fair”. Kim had never completely demolished a looser of a fight the way that Jim often did, but now she was going to destroy Jim's sex life. Kim stepped back to gain kicking room. She measured the distance and zeroed in on her target.

The first kick she used on Jim's balls was a toe kick. Kim dug her toes into Jim's sac and felt her toes squish Jim's twin orbs. Then she drove her instep between Jim's legs, her ankle trapped them against his pubic bone with a sickening thud. Kim timed her kicks so that both she and Jim could savour the ultimate destruction of a man and his family jewels. Jim's balls were swelling from Kim's punishing attacks, his sac was discoloured and bruised black and blue. Kim continued to slam her bare feet in to Jim's gonads, her toes crushing and pulverizing them a little more with each violent impact. After twenty kicks Jim's nuts were swollen to the size a tennis balls and stretching his sac to the bursting point.

But Kim didn't stop; she was determined to bust Jim's nuts. Kim took a half step backwards, and using her powerful leg muscles drove her instep into Jim's nuts while yelling, "SCRAMBLED HUEVOS!" at the top of her lungs, She continued to slam her foot between Jim's legs until his family jewels were pulverized into diamond dust. After turning Jim into a bloody capon, Kim stripped off her wet sticky shorts, and began to stoke her steaming snatch. It took only two or three full strokes of Kim's left hand to unleash her greatest orgasm ever as she groped Jim's demolished nut sac and felt the remains of her squashed nuts. Kim squeezed the mush of Jim's manhood between the fingers of her right hand, savouring the total destruction she had wrought.

Julie Holland

By unknown

Julie was an assassin, trained to fighting perfection. A supreme martial artist, she was also possibly the most beautiful, sexy, sassy and absolutely gorgeous women on the planet. She was 26 years old, about 5’ 8” with long straight brown hair that shined in the sun. Her eyes were deep blue and sensual. Her ass was perfectly round and plump and smooth. She had luscious softball size breasts that were perfectly round and silky. She was female perfection.

As an assassin, she worked for a secret government operated organization known as THE FANG. She was one of their best operatives, completing dozens of missions with trained perfection. But despite her marvelous track record, one slip-up was all it took. She had accidentally let a target escape on her last mission. A mistake that would cost her her life.

But THE FANG was much sneakier than that. Rather than simply kill her, they decided to knock her off by surprise when she would least expect it. Several days after telling her that she would get another chance to prove her self, they assigned her another mission. She was deployed out into the city to kill an ambassador in his hotel room at night.

She dressed up in her standard mission suit: A skin tight black body suit that covered her whole body in spandex. Only her angel face was visible. She armed herself with a set of ninja throwing stars (much more silent than guns) and headed out. She arrived at the hotel on the roof and entered the building through a vent in to the hall way. Withdrawing one of her stars she walked down the hall silently like a black cat. She could feel the usual adrenalin rush now as she neared the door to the ambassador’s room. She began to sweat, her heart pounded beneath her breasts. Her pubic hair, hidden and tufted away beneath her spandex frizzed with excitement.

There was a guard standing at the door. No problem. A flick of the wrist was all it took to drop him to the floor with a throwing star in his throat. She crouched down next to the body on the floor and removed a set of keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door slowly. With it opened only a crack, she peered in to see the ambassador sitting in a chair watching TV with a guard on each side of him and another standing at the window.

She burst in quickly, taking them by surprise. The abrupt entrance startled them enough to slow their reaction time. Before they could draw their guns, Julie sent out three stars in one shot. Each landed with perfect precision in the throat of each guard. Now it was only her and the ambassador.

Still in the doorway, Julie looked him in the eye real sassy-like and said, "Death calling." She slammed the door behind her and walked toward him. He was old and too flustered to even stand up. It was over before he knew what him. The only body in the room that still had life in it, Julie started to leave when suddenly the window flew open and a man jumped in.

Julie knew who he was. He was someone from her past. When she was a teenager, she used to train with him in a kung fu class. In the four years that she knew him, they became very close friends. Very close but they never admitted to one another that they had feelings beyond friendship. When they grew up, Julie joined THE FANG and Tim became a freelance mercenary, using his ninja and kung fu skills to make a living just like Julie. He had recently been hired to find and kill the assassin that had been plaguing the city for several weeks. And now, he had found her.

"Julie!" he said in surprise. "Julie Holland!" She looked at him with surprise and fear that her cover had been blown. But there was something more in her eyes. Though she tried to fight it, she still had feelings for him.

"Tim…" was all she could get out.

"Julie, I've been tracking the assassin for weeks and now I've finally found him... well her... and it's you?" They sort of subconsciously walked in close to each other out of long lost longing for one another.

"Tim, I can't believe this..." she looked him in the eyes. "THE FANG orders us to kill any witnesses." She swallowed solemnly. "That means…" she paused. "That I have to KILL YOU!" At that she swung a kick up to his head, knocking him back.

"Julie, wait!!!" Tim cried. But she attacked again with punch aimed at his face. He swiftly blocked the attack. With his arm up to block her punch, she took her female advantage from below. With a jerk of her sexy thigh, she shoved her knee up into his crotch. Even in the old days when the two studied kung fu together, Tim was never as good her for two reasons. One, Julie was just a little better. Two, Julie had no specific weak spot while Tim, being a male, did. As her knee crunched into his balls, he bent over, leaving his face wide open for anther punch. This punch connected with a THWACK.

"Pleas Julie, stop this..." he called, but her mind was set. All those who discover a member of THE FANG must die. She kept attacking and he kept backing up, blocking as good as he could.

As Julie swiftly attacked, Tim was knocked back. A quick punch to the nose sent him stepping back far enough for Julie to fully extend her small female foot in the form of a snap kick to the crotch. He started to bend forward but before his hands could reach his balls, she came in close with a low swinging back hind that sank into this lose scrotum, pounding his nuts. Now her body was pressed in tight to his and she faced him sideways. Too close to actually punch or kick him, she jerked her wide feminine hips forward into his balls. He backed away holding his balls in excruciating pain.

Julie was in the zone now. Her assassin-trained mind blanked out all past feelings for him and focused solely on taking him out. Her cover had been blown and he had to pay for it. She punched and kicked, hitting him in the face, stomach and, of course, the place where she knew it counted most, his balls. Finally she backed him into the wall. Holding him by his shoulders, she pressed her smooth sexy body into his and thrust her black-clad knee into his crotch with crushing force, holding it up there for a second or two to highlight both his pain and the sexual pleasure that it gave her. Julie loved the feeling of dominance of men.

She looked him in the eye and grinned. "Ohhhhhh, poor little boy. What's the matter? Getting your ass kicked by a girl?"

I'll continue this another time.

Family Matters

By unknown

Mike walked in the door of his home after a tough day at work. Mike walked in the door of his home after a tough day at work.

His wife of two years, Marie, greeted him with a warm smile. “Rough day, honey?” she asked.

“The worst,” he groaned.

“Well sit down and I’ll fix you a drink. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Marie soothed.

Mike sat and enjoyed his drink and started to relax. Marie called to him that dinner was ready and he went and enjoyed a pleasant meal and conversation with his lovely wife. His tension soon began to fade away. Dinner over, Marie suggested he go take a shower and relax in front of the television and that she would join him shortly.

Half an hour later he sat on the couch in front of the television, dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, and settled in to watching an old movie he had seen a dozen times before. He didn’t want to do anything that was going to make him think. He just wanted to sit there and veg and maybe talk to his wife. Marie finished cleaning the dinner dishes, then went and changed into a long t-shirt and joined her husband soon after.

Marie cuddled up next to Mike and asked. “Feeling better now?”

“Much better,” he smiled. Marie snaked her hand down the front of Mike’s shorts and caressed his three piece set. Mike smiled and said.

“Oh yes. I’m feeling better all the time.”

Marie laughed as she felt his cock harden from her touch. Slowly she adjusted her grip so that she now held his heavy balls in her hand and she gave a gentle squeeze causing Mike to let out a contented moan.

Gradually she increased the pressure of her grip until Mike said, “Easy honey that’s starting to hurt.”

“It can’t hurt much, because your dick is still as hard as a rock,” Marie commented happily. She tightened her grip more still until Mike asked her to stop. She eased her hold but pulled the waist band of his shorts down until his genitals were completely exposed. She continued to knead his balls gently as she reached behind the couch and came up with a small stack of papers which she waved in front him. “I found these today while I was putting away your clean underwear,”

Mike knew immediately what they were. He had down loaded some stories off the internet about ball busting and had hidden them in his underwear drawer. He had not wanted his wife to know about his fantasies involving ball busting.

“You really shouldn’t keep secrets from your wife, dear,” Marie admonished him as she again strengthened her hold on his balls causing him to groan in slight pain. “You should have told me you wanted your balls busted, honey. I would have been happy to do it for you,” she smiled as she suddenly gave his nuts a cruel twist, making him cry out in pain.

“But it was just a fantasy dear,” Mike sputtered blushing in embarrassment at being found out. “Just because I like those stories it doesn’t mean I really want to do it.”

“Come on, honey, admit it. You know you want me to bust your nuts. I know I’d love doing it to you,” Marie went on. “Reading those stories about all those women kicking men’s balls and crushing them really turned me on.” Without even thinking about what she was doing she pulled hard on his trapped balls making him groan. “Look, your cock is still hard. That proves you want it. So why don’t you just admit it and ask me to please kick your balls? Come on, I really want to. It will be so much fun.”

“You really want to?” he asked, stunned by her obvious desire to kick his balls. “You don’t think I’m perverted?”

“Of course I think you’re perverted, but it’s the kind of perversion I can really get into,” Marie laughed.

“Please kick my balls, Marie. I have wanted this for years and there is no one I would rather have bust my nuts,” Mike finally gave in.

“Oh! Thank you dear. This is going to be so much fun,” Marie gushed.

“Now you take off your shorts and get down on your knees on the floor while I go put on my shoes. After all you wouldn’t want me to hurt my foot would you dear? I mean the idea is for me to hurt you. Isn’t it?”

Marie returned quickly wearing a pair of black high heeled pumps. They made her legs even more enticing as she stood in front of her kneeling husband. “This is going to be great,” she laughed as she tested the range by bouncing his hanging nuts on the toe of her shoe. His cock was still rock hard in anticipation of the painful gift she was about to bestow on him. That suited Marie fine because it made it so much easier to get at her intended target. “Now spread those legs wide dear so I can get at those balls.

Mike did as she commanded and was stunned by the look of wanton lust in his wife’s eye as she got ready to let him have it. “And put your hands behind your back. I don’t want anything getting in the way.” As soon as he did that she swung her leg in a great arc and smashed her foot into his balls. It was a perfect shot and Mike doubled over in pain as Marie screamed in glee. “I got them good on the first shot. Didn’t I honey?” Mike could only gasp in pain.

Marie bent and began to help Mike to his feet. “That was so much fun, dear. I’m so wet from kicking your balls,” she smiled as she held him under the arms. Just as she got him to his feet she looked into his eyes and smiled and without warning rammed her knee up into his balls full force. Twice. He collapsed onto the couch clutching his wounded nuts unable to make a sound.

Marie roughly pulled his hands away from his crotch and examined his balls for damage. They were starting to swell and they were very tender but they were still intact. “Hang in there, honey. We’re not done yet,” she snickered. “I have something else I want to try. With that she took a long length of cord she had ready nearby and tied it around the top of his ballsack trapping his nuts in a small pouch of flesh. Then she began to wrap the cord down his sack making the pouch smaller and tighter as she worked. Until the flesh of his scrotum was as tight as a drum.

“Please, Marie it hurts. Please no more. It hurts so bad,” Mike begged.

“Be quiet. I know it hurts. It’s supposed to. I want you to hurt it makes me so hot,” his wife spat. He never knew she could be so cruel. When she finished she tied off the ends of the cord tightly and then sat between his widespread legs.

“Get ready dear. This is going to hurt like a son of bitch,” she laughed as she began jabbing the heel of her shoe into his trapped balls laughing at his agony and using her hand to bring herself to orgasm. Just as she reached climax she slammed her foot forward. Luckily for Mike she missed with her heel and it was just the sole of her shoe that smashed into his balls. If it had been her heel his balls would have been skewered. It was bad enough for him with his balls nearly crushed but the heel of her shoe ended up in his asshole adding a new dimension to the pain that finally sent him into merciful unconsciousness.

Mike came to half an hour later to find himself alone on the couch. His balls were a throbbing mass of pain. Marie had left them tied and they were a deep shade of purple. He managed to gently untie the cord from his balls and then went in search of his wife.

Mike found Marie as she was walking out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. She had apparently just taken a shower.

“Hi honey. Feeling better?” she smiled.

“I’m beginning to,” Mike replied. The sight of his wife standing there naked, her large firm breast jutting out at him began to get him aroused again.

“I wouldn’t get any ideas if I were you. Unless you want your balls beat on some more tonight,” Marie teased.

“I don’t think I could stand anymore of that tonight, but I sure would like to do something else,” Mike replied with a leer.

“Well babe, make your choice. If you want some of this,” Marie said pointing to her pussy. “Then I have to get to beat on those some more. So what’s it going to be?”

“You’re serious aren’t you? You really want to beat my balls some more. Even after you almost destroyed then a little while ago.” Mike was shocked at how much Marie enjoyed kicking his balls.

“Honey. I just can’t tell you how much it turned me on to pound your nuts. I even punched them twice after you passed out. So I hope you really liked it because if you ever want to cum again you’re going to have to let me beat the crap out of your balls first. That’s all there is to it,” Marie replied forcefully.

“I liked it dear but I can’t take that much abuse of my nuts,” Mike pleaded.

“Too bad. I loved busting your balls and I fully intend to keep on doing it.” Marie leaned towards Mike and kissed him. Then, without warning, she brought her knee up full-force into his balls. She walked away as he crumbled to the ground clutching his bruised genitals, laughing.

“Get used to it. It’s too much fun for me to pass up.” Mike recovered slowly and decided he had all he could stand for one night and crawled into bed beside his wife. He was careful to keep his back to her. She smiled at his feeble attempt to protect his jewels, but decided to wait to show him how easily she could get at his nuts if she wanted to. They both fell off to sleep.

In the morning Mike rose first and went to make coffee. He was fully dressed and sitting in the kitchen when Marie awoke. He was just getting ready to leave for work when she entered the room smiling.

“So how they hanging this morning?” she teased.

“Not too bad,” Mike answered nervously. “What are you up to today?”

“I have some shopping I want to do. So if I’m not home when you get back from work, get dinner started. I’ll leave everything in the refrigerator. Now give me a kiss before you go,” she demanded.

Mike leaned into her to give her a kiss and she grabbed his balls and squeezed as he did. She didn’t put to much pressure in her grip so Mike only moaned. “Take good care of these today. I have plans for them tonight,” she threatened.

Mike was glad to be able to get out of the house and go to work. God only knew what she had in store for him that evening.

That evening Mike came home to an empty house and started dinner as Marie had told him to. She arrived just as the meal was ready.

“Honey, there are some packages in the car. Go get them. Then put them in the bedroom,” she commanded without preamble. Dinner passed quietly. Neither had much to say. As soon as she was done, Marie got up and headed for the bedroom to examine her purchases. Ordering Mike to wash the dishes as she left. He knew better than to argue. When he was done she called him into the bedroom. He was more than a little nervous about going in but did so anyway.

“Strip. I want to see your balls,” Marie demanded as he entered the room. He did so slowly and she snapped. “You had better speed it up or it will only make things worse for you.”

Mike finished quickly and stood before her naked. She grabbed his balls forcefully and produced some kind of harness from behind her back. It had a strap that went around his cock and balls and locked in place. Attached to the strap was a sheath which she forced his cock into and again locked it on. Then there was a heavy wide strap she wrapped around his nutsack again forcing his balls into a tight pouch and again a lock. Finally she hooked a chain to the cock sheath and wrapped it around his waist and again another lock. The overall effect was that his cock was held up against his flat stomach and his balls stood a good four inches straight out in front of him.

“There, isn’t that beautiful?” Marie smiled. “How does it feel?”

“It hurts Marie. Please take it off,” Mike pleaded.

“Take it off? You must be joking. Just look how it makes your balls stand out. Perfect for a whack,” she laughed as she slapped his trapped glands. Mike groaned in pain even though she had not hit him hard. The harness seemed to amplify the force of the blow.

“How long do I have to wear this contraption?” Mike asked fearfully.

“Why, forever dear. I have no intention of ever taking it off,” Marie smiled sweetly. It was that sweet smile that melted his heart and sent a shiver down his spine. She meant it.

“There is one way I will take it off, but we’ll discuss that at another time. Right now I want to beat your balls,” Marie then started to slap his captured balls back and forth. Each blow fell harder than the one before until Mike was screaming in agony. He fell over onto the bed trying to protect his battered balls from her onslaught. Marie merely grabbed his nuts in a vice-like grip and threatened to rip them right off if he didn’t let her have her fun.

Mike rolled over onto his back and spread his legs as Marie demanded of him. She stood on the bed and stomped down on his protruding glands. Mike’s mouth opened to cry out in pain but no sound escaped. They both thought that she must surely have crushed his nuts and Marie reached down to check. Luckily for Mike they were still intact.

“Being bound up like that must have made your balls stronger,” she mused. “I thought for sure I busted your balls for good with that stomp.”

“No more Marie. Please I can’t take it right now,” Mike begged.

“Okay. Okay. But I want you to get down on the floor on all fours so I can see how your balls look hanging down,” Marie allowed. Mike rolled down onto the floor and got into the position his wife wanted. “Now spread your legs so I get a good view,” she laughed. When he did so she kicked his hanging nuts with all her strength making him double up in agony.

“I thought you said you were going to stop,” Mike blubbered.

“I lied,” Marie laughed and kicked him again and again until he passed out.

Mike came to an hour later lying on the bedroom floor and Marie was not in the room. He tried to stay quiet so she would not know he was awake. He was sure his throbbing balls could not take much more without be totally destroyed. It was another fifteen minutes before Marie came in to check on him.

“It’s about time you woke up. I bet those hurt like a mother,” she teased looking at his swollen purple balls.

“They do,” he sobbed pitifully.

“Well don’t worry. I promise I won’t kick your balls anymore tonight. So come on get up. Since you’ve been such a good boy, I have a surprise for you in the living room,” she smiled.

Mike staggered to his feet and she rubbed his balls as they stood in front of him still bound tightly. “I must say that you really do look great like this. I’m glad I thought of it,” Marie teased. “Now come on I can’t wait to see your face when you see the surprise I have for you. Close your eyes and let me lead you to the living room.” She led him there by pulling him by the nuts but not too roughly. When they reached the living room she released her grip on him and positioned him in the center of the room. Cautioning him not to open his eyes until she said to.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” When he opened his eyes he was looking at the smiling faces of his mother and mother-in-law. If there were a hole there Mike would gladly have crawled into it and covered himself up forever. He had never been so completely humiliated in his life.

“Hello dear. It’s REALLY nice to see you like this. All of you,” his mother, Donna, laughed. At forty one she was still a very attractive woman. Mike had always thought of her as a sort of goddess. Only now he was about to find out that bitch goddess would be a better description.

His mother-in-law, Rita, leered hungrily at his bulging nutsack and said. “I’ve been telling Marie since before you got married that she should beat your balls and show you who was boss. So has Donna. When she called to tell us that she finally was doing it and invited us over. Well, we just couldn’t get here fast enough,”

“Yes son, and your lovely wife has generously granted us the pleasure of kicking your balls. Isn’t that sweet of here,” Donna teased.

“But you said you wouldn’t kick my balls anymore tonight,” Mike sputtered.

“That’s right. I did. And I won’t but I didn’t say anything about anybody else kicking them,” Marie laughed. “Now get down on your knees and kiss the feet of our mothers. If you do a good job we may let you keep your balls,” Marie smiled menacingly.

Mike fell to his knees and first kissed his mother’s feet as Rita reached over and grabbed his hanging nuts brutally. He sobbed in pain as his kissed and licked his mother’s high heeled shoe to the delight of all three women. Mike next shifted his attention to his mother-in-law’s feet as his own mother took pleasure in abusing his trapped genitals.

Mike jerked his head away from Rita’s foot as a result of a particularly hard slap from Donna who snapped. “Who told you to stop kissing her foot?” His mother punched him full force in the balls to emphasize her point. Mike curled up into a ball from the force of the blow, which only served to anger the women further. They rolled him over onto his back and took turns kicking his already battered nuts. Marie just sat back laughing at her husband’s agony at the feet of their mother’s.

Their anger spent, the two older women finally relented and collapsed onto the couch both in the obvious throws massive orgasms. Mike could see their enormous chests heaving as they savored their climaxes. As much pain as he had endured he was still happy to have been able to give them so much pleasure.

Shortly they recovered and started to speak in conversational tones to Marie. Completely ignoring the spent shell of a man lying on the floor between them. What Mike heard made his blood run cold.

“Marie dear. Thank you so much for inviting me over. I haven’t had that much fun since his father died five years ago. And think it’s just the beginning,” Donna gushed.

“Oh yes dear. Me too,” Rita added. “I particularly loved the way his balls stand out bound up like that. It sure makes it easy to work them over. They also seem to be able to take much harder kicks that way. I know I completely crushed your father’s balls with kicks that weren’t nearly as hard.”

“You’re both very welcome. I certainly enjoyed watching you kick the shit out of his nuts. Tomorrow is Saturday and he doesn’t have to work so why don’t you come back and we can have some more fun pounding his nuts,” Marie invited.

“That would be wonderful,” The two elder women quickly agreed.

“Before we leave I want to show you two something,” Donna stated. “I know that you will both appreciate these.” She pulled a pair of gold earrings out of her purse. They were two egg shaped gold orbs hanging from short chains.

“How unusual,” Rita commented.

“I’ve never seen anything like them,” Marie added.

“They’re a one of a kind set,” Donna laughed. “Mike’s father gave them to me, quite against his will, two years before he died. Well he didn’t really give them to me. I took them. One night after he had passed out from the ball bashing I gave him I cut off his balls and had them dipped in gold and made into earrings. But wait there’s a pendant too.” She again reached into her purse and slipped a chain around her neck. There hanging between her huge breasts was his penis also dipped in gold.

“What a great idea,” Rita smiled reaching into her purse. “I have a set almost exactly the same. I’ll bet most men never thought the expression the family jewels would be used so literally. I still get wet every time I put them on.”

“Me too,” Donna laughed.

Mike could not believe what he had just heard. They were laughing about having castrated their husbands and turning their genitals into jewelry. But what came next scared him even more.

“I can’t wait until I have a set just like them,” Marie snickered evilly. “But I want to have some more fun beating his nuts first.”

“By all means, get all they pleasure out of torturing his nuts you can before you cut them off. Your father was all used up when I cut his off, but you can bet I had gotten a lot of pleasure out him before I took them,” Rita advised.

“Yes Marie. You should be able to pound his nuts for years before you have to cut them off. It’s just so much fun watching them flop around on the floor in agony. That you want to do it for as long as you can. Rita and I will be happy to help you make the most of ball bashing. There is nothing like it for turning you on,” Donna added.

Mike lay there stunned his own mother had just told his wife that she should torture his genitals and then eventually castrate him and turns them into jewelry for herself and that she would help do it.

Rita and Donna left then leaving Mike alone with Marie.

“You wouldn’t really do that to me. Would you?” Mike sputtered when they were alone.

“You bet your ass I will,” Marie smiled. “And I intend to enjoy ever second of your pain. Now get your ass up and get into bed.” Mike managed to get up and stagger into the bedroom. He settled into bed trying to adjust the evil contraption locked on his genitals to ease his pain, unsuccessfully.

Marie snapped, slapping his hand away. “There’ll be none of that I want them nice and tender. Now lie down and cuddle up close to my back.” When Mike did so she reached back and pulled his balls between her thighs and clamped them shut crushing his nuts. “Let’s see how you sleep with my thighs smashing your balls,” she laughed sadistically as she settled in to sleep.

Mike spent the entire night in hell. Every time she moved, pain shot through his balls. Some how she managed to keep her legs clamped tight even while she slept.

Marie awoke with a smile. “What a wonderful dream I had. I dreamt that I had hung you by your balls and sat there and watched as they were pulled slowly off. You screamed and screamed and I had one orgasm after another as you were slowly castrated. It was great. I think when I finally take your balls I’ll do it like that. That should give you something to look forward to. Now get up and make me some breakfast. Our mothers should be here soon and you have a full day of agony ahead of you,”

Mike stumbled out to the kitchen and made Marie breakfast. He walked in a constant stoop trying vainly to relieve the continuous pain in his balls. His balls were now deep purple from the restriction of blood flow and it only served to make them that much more painful. Marie had known what she was doing when strapped him into the harness for she left it just loose enough for blood to flow and keep him from getting numb, but not so loose that it flowed normally.

Mike was placing Marie’s breakfast on the table as she entered the room. She was dressed in tight black stretch pants that left nothing to the imagination and a low cut top showing plenty of cleavage. Even after all that she had done to him he loved her deeply and would gladly suffer at her hands if it made her happy. “That’s a good little future eunuch,” she teased as she sat down to eat.

“Please don’t say that dear,” he pleaded. “Just the thought of you really castrating me scares the devil out of me. I mean you really wouldn’t do that. Would you?”

“You’re so silly,” Marie laughed. “Do you think I’d really cut off your nuts?”

“Well, all those things you said last night and this morning sure made me think so,” Mike relaxed.

“Don’t worry honey. I’m not going to cut these off. Not when I can have so much fun beating on them,” Marie smiled. “I decided I want to crush them completely instead. Then I’ll cut off what’s left of them and have that dipped in gold for earrings. You know how I love BIG earrings. So I’m going to smash these little nuts flat first,” she leered hungrily as she squeezed his protruding balls.

“No. Please,” he begged as she squeezed his nuts with both hands making him fall to his knees in terrified agony.

“And you know what, honey? I’m going to make you beg me to crush your nuts before I’m through,” Marie smiled sweetly as she savored his suffering at her hands. She then released her grip and turned calmly to eat her breakfast as he lay whimpering at her feet.

Mike was just managing to get up as Marie finished eating. She commanded him to clean the dishes and then report to her in the living room. When he was done and gone into the other room he noticed that Marie had moved the coffee table under a hook he screwed into the ceiling to hang a heavy plant from. The plant had been removed and Marie had run a piece of rope through the eye.

“Okay slave boy, lie on your back on the table and be quick about it,” Marie demanded forcefully. When he did she deftly bound his arms and legs to the four heavy posts of the table. He was completely at her mercy and totally exposed with his balls sticking straight up like a hard cock. Just then the doorbell rang.

“That’s our mothers now,” Marie grinned happily. “We’re going to have so much fun today working over your nuts. Now don’t go away we’ll be right back to get started.”

Mike was covered in sweat from abject fear of what torturous things they were going to inflict on his poor genitals. But strangely he was also very excited. He knew he was going to feel pain like never before yet he was getting hard from the thought of being abused by the three beautiful women in his life. Donna then entered the room alone while Rita and Marie lingered at the door for a moment. Looking down on her helpless son she smiled wantonly.

“Good morning son. My Marie really has you trussed up nice for us doesn’t she?”

“Good morning mother. Yes she certainly does,” Mike answered sheepishly.

As she reached down and grabbed his balls none to gently Donna added in a voice already heavy with lust. “That’s good because we’re going to hurt you so bad today and we wouldn’t want you to be able cover up the objects of our attention. Would we?”

“No mother,” Mike groaned.

Rita and Marie came into the room just in time to hear Donna continue to torment her son saying, “Oh yes! We’re going squeeze, slap, punch, kick and stomp these tender little eggs until you’re out of your mind with pain. It’s going to be SOOO MUCH FUN. You want us to enjoy ourselves don’t you my little toy?”

The women all giggled as Mike, wincing in pain from his mother’s tightening grip, whimpered, “Yes mother. I want you to use me for your pleasure. Do what you want with me.”

“You’re such a good slut slave, son. I really should have done this to you years ago,” Donna laughed as she released her hold on his nuts.

Rita stepped forward and took Donna’s place. “My goodness. Those balls look like they really hurt. Did your mean mommy hurt your nuts slave?” she teased her voice dripping with sarcasm. “She shouldn’t squeeze your poor little balls like that. She should slap them like this instead.” Rita swung her hand at his balls quickly forehand and backhand making him scream in agony to the delight of the others.

“Oh please no Rita,” Mike pleaded.

“Since you’re going to be our slave I think you should call each of us Mistress. Don’t you agree?” Rita suggested slapping his balls again for emphasis.

“Yes Mistress Rita,” Mike groaned. “Anything you want Mistress Rita.”

Marie and Donna concurred. If he were to call them all Mistress he what not forget his place as things stood now in what used to be his home but now was clearly Marie’s. In two short days he had been demoted from the head of the house to a mere slave there for the sadistic pleasure of the women in the family. It was what he had always wanted but now that it had actually happened would he be able to stand it.

“It’s going to be wonderful having a slave to use and abuse however we want,” gushed Mike’s mother, now Mistress Donna.

“Yes. I especially like the abuse part,” Mistress Marie added lasciviously.

“I prefer that part, too,” Mistress Rita injected.

Marie stepped out to the kitchen for a minute saying “I have an idea I want to try,” as she left. When she returned she held a wooden spoon in her hand. “Let’s see how he likes this,” she added as she started rubbing the spoon gently around on his swollen testicles. “Does that feel good, slave boy?” she teased.

“Yes mistress it does,” Mike moaned.

“I’ll bet it does, but it won’t for long,” Marie grinned and used the spoon to smack his purple balls sharply. His balls bounced from the force of the blow and they all snickered as he cried out in pain yet again. “How does it feel now?” Marie snorted as she used the spoon like a paddle on his battered nuts.

“Oh God. Please stop. It hurts so bad!” Mike cried as she continued her game.

“Stop? Why would I want to stop? Mom do you think I should stop?” Marie laughed at his distress.

“Don’t worry dear. He doesn’t really want you to stop. He loves it when you beat his balls. Don’t you slave? Tell Mistress Marie how much you love it,” Rita commanded. “Tell her.”

“Yes Mistress. I love it when you beat my balls,” Mike gave in from fear of even greater punishment.

“See. He does love it. Just like your mother told you,” Donna put in. “And since he loves it so much why don’t you hit them even harder. I want to see you really make them bounce around.”

“No. No. Please,” Mike begged.

“Oh yes. Yes,” Marie responded picking up the force of her attack. Mike screamed and thrashed around in a fruitless effort to avoid the torrent of blows.

“He’s getting so loud I can barely hear myself think,” Donna stated in exasperation. “You’d think he could be quieter so we could enjoy ourselves. Well I’ll quiet him down,” she added as she stood and straddled his head. Then she plopped her big round ass down firmly on his face muffling his cries. “Kiss my ass, slave,” she demanded. “Can you feel my wet cunt right through my pants? Yes that’s right it makes me wet to see you get your balls pounded. Now kiss my ass.”

Marie halted her battering of his balls and smiled. “My, that was fun, but now I’m tired. I think I need to sit down. But where shall I sit?” she mused eying his throbbing glands as they stood up in the harness available for even more abuse. “I know. I’ll sit on your balls, slave. That way I can rest and still torture you at the same time. Isn’t that a good idea?” Marie the sat down squarely on his protruding nuts squashing them against his body. “Oh. This isn’t really comfortable. Maybe if I adjust my position a little?” She began grinding against his pain racked set making him buck in agony. His mother’s full round ass swallowing his cries for mercy. “Yes. That feels great,” Marie gasped as she ground his nuts against her soaking pussy. “I’m going to cum. Oh yessss. Oh God. This makes me so hot!”

“Me too. I’m cumming. I can’t believe how turned on I am,” Donna moaned. As she rubbed her sex over her son’s face brutally nearly smothering him. “I should have been using him like this for years!”

The two women collapsed off the trapped slave in the throws of overpowering orgasms leaving him crying and gasping for breath.

“My turn,” smiled Rita as she stood. “But I really need to pee first,” she headed for the bathroom

“Wait,” Donna called out as she was recovering. “You don’t have to use the bathroom to pee. Not when we have a perfectly good toilet right here. Make the slave drink your piss. After all he must be very thirsty. Look at him he’s all covered in sweat.”

“That’s a great idea,” Marie added. “I need to pee too and our piss is all he’s worthy of drinking,”

“Sounds good to me,” Rita smiled, stripping off her tight pants and standing over his head. She looked down at the slave beneath her; he was shaking his head no. She nodded yes with a cruel smile and reached behind her to grab his balls. “Now open wide slave and drink all my delicious piss. If you do a good job I won’t have to rip these off.”

Completely debased Mike opened his mouth to receive her waste as Rita yanked viciously on his balls.

“That’s a good little toilet,” Donna grinned. “Make sure you swallow every drop.” Rita let loose her flow and snapped, “Drink my piss. Get it all. Don’t you miss a drop or I’ll yank these right off,”

Mike fought the need to retch as the acrid liquid hit his mouth. He wanted to die. These women had turned him into nothing more than a toy for their sadistic pleasure and he knew there was no escape. He was almost ready to beg Marie to cut off his balls for at least then maybe the pain would end. He drank all of Rita’s urine and then was forced to perform the same service for the others. He hated every second of it which only made the whole experience more enjoyable for the three women. There seemed to be no end to their desire to see him suffer. His every cry of anguish was music to their ears driving then to even further acts of cruelty and depravity.

At last his wife, who now owned him completely, looked down on him and smiled. “You’ve been such a good little slave that we’re going to let you have a break. All this excitement has made us hungry. So we’re going to go out for lunch, but don’t worry, we’ll be back to play with you some more later. There’s just one little thing we have to do before we go.” Marie stepped aside so Mike could see Donna as she tied the rope hanging from the ceiling to his balls. As soon as she was done Rita pulled on the other end lifting his midsection from the table by his balls. The pain hit immediately as Rita tied the rope off securely to the table.

“That should help to keep you from forgetting us while we’re gone,” Donna laughed.

“We should be back in a couple of hours,” Rita added. “With any luck you might still have your balls.” The three women then strode out the door laughing leaving him hanging by the balls. They never even looked back.

Two and a half hours later the women returned. They were in a very happy mood and it was apparent that they had more than one drink at lunch. Every muscle in Mike’s body ached from the strain of trying to keep the rope from tearing his balls from his body. He doubted he would be able to hold out even one minute longer.

“How you doin’, slavey,” Mistress Marie teased as she entered the room. “I see you still have your balls. Well that’s too bad for you because we’re all rested now and ready to work them over some more. If you had been smart you would have just let them be pulled off and save yourself a whole lot of pain.”

“But we’re very glad you didn’t, because it’s just so much fun making you scream in agony when we beat on your balls,” his mother Mistress Donna added gleefully.

“Yes it is. And we have another surprise for you, too,” Mistress Rita continued. “While we were out, we ran into your sister Diane and my other daughter Linda. They wanted to know why we were in such a good mood. So, we told them all about the fun we had been having with your tender little nuts. And guess what. They wanted to have some fun too.”

“So naturally we invited them over,” Marie finished. “They can hardly wait to get at your balls. Diane told us how terrible you were to her growing up and she really wants to make you scream. Isn’t that great?”

“You’re just so lucky, slave. You get to have five beautiful women beat your balls to pulp,” Donna smiled wickedly. “Now we’re going to release you, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll immediately fall to your knees and kiss our feet.”

Mike was then cut completely loose. He was so grateful for the removal of the rope from his balls that he gladly fell to the floor and kissed the feet of all three women. Even though he knew that this would only encourage them to treat him even worse. Just as he was finishing paying homage to the feet of his cruel enslavers the doorbell rang. Marie ran off to answer it and greeted his two new tormentors.

Linda and Diane kissed their mothers hello and then turned to the groveling slave on the floor. “Well slave, greet me,” Linda demanded extending her foot for Mike to kiss. “Yes, that’s a good slave. Kiss the foot that will be stepping on your silly little balls in a minute. I’m going to love making you scream,” she giggled.

Mike then turned to kiss the feet of his sister-in-law Diane. When he did so Linda reached down between his legs to grab his nuts. She clamped her hand shut on his tender glands and yanked. Pulling him up by the balls. Mike shrieked in pain. She had caught him totally unprepared. Of course it would not have hurt any less if he had known it was coming. Linda was laughing gaily as she literally dragged him backward by his balls. “I’m going to pull them right off.”

The others found the scene quite entertaining and encouraged Linda to pull harder still.

“That’s right dear. Yank them. Try to pull them off,” Donna encouraged her daughter. “God it makes me so hot to see him suffer.”

Rita yelled, “Squeeze them hard. Make him scream. I love it when he screams in agony.”

Mike flailed about in a vain effort to relieve the strain of her pulling but Marie put a stop to that by sitting on his back making it impossible for him to move backward. “Okay, Linda, really pull hard now. He can’t move. Let’s see if you can make him pass out.” Linda pulled with all her might as the others delighted in his agony. Tiring from pulling so hard Linda finally stopped and instead punched his balls full force repeatedly until he lapsed into unconsciousness.

Gasping in exhaustion Linda looked down on her unconscious brother. “My God, was that good. I loved that. I actually came from torturing this little shit’s balls. I wish my husband were here so I could do the same to him,”

“Great idea,” Rita smiled. “But I think we should save him for another day after we have completely destroyed this one’s nuts. But for now I think Diane should kick his balls good. Just to see how it feels.”

“I’d love to, but let’s bring him to first. I want him to feel the pain I cause. It just wouldn’t be as much fun if he didn’t scream,” Diane insisted.

Donna got a large glass of cold water and threw it in her son’s face to revive him. Mike sputtered into consciousness again.

“Get up on all fours slave,” Marie commanded as he came to. “Diane is anxious to have a shot at your balls, but she insisted that you be awake to feel the pain. Naturally we all agreed. It’s just so exciting hearing you scream in agony. Now spread those legs so Diane can get at your nuts.” Nervously Mike complied.

“He must really like getting his balls beaten for him to make them so available,” Diane laughed.

“Oh. He likes it all right, but not as much as we like doing it. So make sure you really hurt him. The idea is for us to have fun and the more pain he feels the more fun it is for us,” Donna replied.

“Is that true slave boy? Do you like it when we beat your balls?” Linda asked playfully.

“Yes sis. I like to have my balls beaten,” Mike admitted red with embarrassment.

“You call me Mistress Linda you little pervert,” Linda demanded, slapping his face forcefully.

“Yes Mistress Linda,” Mike answered cowering before his sister.

“What about me, slave?” Diane laughed as she slammed her foot full strength into his dangling nuts driving him forward onto his face. “Am I your Mistress too?”

“Yes Mistress Diane,” Mike squeaked in an unnaturally high-pitched voice. “Prove it. Beg me to kick your balls as hard as I can,” Diane demanded.

“Wait. I have a great idea,” Marie laughed. “Slave I want you to stand up,” Mike did so. “Now I want you to beg us all to kick your balls as hard as we can one after another and you have to stand there and take it. Now do it. Beg us to kick your nuts and you better make us believe you really want it.”

Humiliated at being forced to beg the cruel women to do what they so wanted to do Mike begged for them to kick his swollen nuts. “Please beautiful Mistresses kick my balls as hard as you can. Please let me suffer for your pleasure. I only live to provide pleasure for you no matter how much it hurts me.”

“That’s so sweet of you slave. We’d all be more than happy to kick your balls very hard,” Donna teased. “And since I gave birth to you I’ll go first. Now spread your legs nice and wide so we have a good target. Oh, and slave, don’t forget to say thank you to each of us for allowing you the honor of having your balls kicked by such beautiful women.” That said Donna looked deeply into her son’s tortured face and with a smile from ear to ear slammed her foot into his purple nuts catching them with the instep of her foot.

Mike screamed in complete agony but managed to say, “Thank you Mistress Donna,”

“It was my pleasure slave,” his mother laughed.

“I’m next,” Marie gushed. “Now stand up straight and still so I can really nail those balls slave.” As soon as he was upright Marie hauled back her leg and let loose a vicious kick to his balls, catching him with the toe of her pointed shoe dead center of his sac.

Mike crumpled to the floor and croaked out, “Thank you Mistress Marie.”

“Anytime slave,” she laughed. “And I really mean it. I’ll be happy to kick your balls every chance I get.”

“My turn. Hurry up slave, get up and spread those legs,” Rita laughed. “After all, you did say you wanted all of us to kick your balls, didn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Rita, I’m trying,” Mike groaned as he staggered to his feet again. It took a minute but he again stood before her legs spread wide ready for yet another kick to his balls.

“There getting so swollen and purple they’d be impossible to miss,” Rita laughed as she quickly lashed her foot out at the target of the day. She had moved so quickly that Mike had no time to steel himself for the blow and he dropped to his knees again gasping in abject agony but he still managed to thank her.

Next Linda stepped forward. Mike was still on his knees gasping for breath. She had seen the effect Rita’s surprise attack had on the hapless male slave and didn’t wait for him to regain his feet. Instead she slammed her foot into his battered balls while he was still on his knees. His lower position made it possible for her to kick him with even more force than if her were standing. Mike rolled over onto his side and retched in pain. He could hardly breathe let alone talk.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for kicking your balls slave?” Linda laughed. “Maybe I didn’t kick you hard enough. Do you want me to try again?”

“No, please. Thank you Mistress Linda,” Mike stuttered out as soon as he was able. But he was unable to get back on his feet because the pain he suffered was so intense.

“Come on slave. Let’s get a move on. It’s my turn so let me at those balls,” Diane demanded. Donna and Rita grabbed Mike’s arms and hauled him up into an almost standing position saying. “Get up slave. This is what you wanted isn’t it. To have your balls kicked by five beautiful women?”

As soon as Donna and Rita had him upright Linda and Marie hauled his legs apart again exposing his genitals to what ever they wanted to do to them. Diane quickly let her foot fly full force into his balls. This last blow was more than poor Mike could stand and he gratefully lapsed into unconsciousness. As Mike lay there before them out cold, the five cruel women collapsed nearly exhausted and enjoyed the after glow of the intense orgasms that had all experienced while battering the hapless males balls.

Later Mike came to again to find himself again bound to the table in the living room. He was alone but he could hear the women’s voices coming from the kitchen. He laid there as quietly as he could knowing that if they knew he was awake it would be the start of another round agonizing, for him, games.

Mike saw his sister peek around the corner and knew his rest would soon end. He heard her say, “Hey Marie. He’s finally awake. I think its time to finish him off.” Mike didn’t know what she meant by ‘finish him off’ but he was sure he wasn’t going to like it.

Just then the five women came around from the kitchen. They all were smiling happily. “Well it’s about time you woke up,” Donna teased. “We were beginning to think you didn’t want to play with us anymore.”

“Oh no please. No more. My balls can’t take anymore today,” Mike pleaded.

“Relax dear,” Marie comforted. “You’ve been such a good little slave that I am going to reward you for such selfless service to our needs.”

“Yes you dear little slave she has a special treat just for you. She’s going to let you cum and relieve some of the pressure built up in your balls. Isn’t that nice of her?” Rita smiled wickedly.

“That’s right my poor little slave boy. I’m going to let you cum. Won’t that be nice?” Marie cooed as she gently stoked his cock which immediately started to rise to the occasion. His wife than straddled his head and lowered her luscious sex to his lips as she leaned over and took his hardening cock into her mouth. After sucking him to full erection she pulled up saying, “Now doesn’t that feel good?”

“Oh yes Mistress. That feels wonderful,” Mike sighed. “Please don’t stop.” Marie again began sucking his cock deeply into her warm mouth. Gradually she managed to take in his whole seven inches. Mike was nearing his release as she deep-throated his cock. Marie could tell he was almost ready to cum but she had no intention of ever allowing him to finish. Her eyes smiling cruelly she bared her sharp teeth and bit into the base of his hard cock as hard as she could. Mike screamed in agony as she shook her head from side to side on his cock until she had bitten it completely off.

The others all cheered as she spit out his severed member and then picked it up and waved it in Mike’s face triumphantly.

Donna quickly pressed a searing hot iron to his stump to stop the bleeding as they all congratulated Marie on her act of extreme domination.

Mike just screamed, “My cock! You bit off my cock!” over and over again in stunned disbelief.

“You bet I did,” Marie taunted. “And guess what. Your balls are next. After all, what good are balls without a cock?”

“Yeah, do his balls now!” Linda yelled.

“Chew them to pulp before you bite them off,” Diane added.

“Oh yes dear. Make it hurt. Make him scream,” Donna put in.

“Do it now, honey. Chew his balls up and spit them in his face!” Rita shouted.

The women were in the throws of intense orgasms brought on by the sadistic act of cruelty inflicted on the helpless slave.

Marie wasted no time in taking his left ball into her mouth and chomping down on it full force. She soon felt it pop between her teeth as Mike screamed like none of them had ever heard before. Driven by an orgasm more intense than she ever imagined possible Marie then turned her attention to his right ball and proceeded to do the same. Soon it too popped from the force of her teeth, but she wasn’t done yet. Not until she had succeeded in tearing the remains of his balls from his body and spitting them out into his face did she relent, gasping in orgasmic overload.

Later when the women had all recovered and Mike lay there still bound and in shock Donna turned to Marie and said, “You know we can still have a lot of fun with him. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to rape his ass with a three foot dildo?”

Marie mused,” That does sound interesting...”