Accident

by unknown

Heather couldn't help but smile looking back on "the incident". She and her 16 year old step-son Joe had been in the mall doing some shopping, and as they went up the stairs, she'd misplaced one of her high-heeled shoes, which caused her to slip. She'd grabbed the handrail with one hand, and flailed about with the other, until she got a hold of Joe and tried to steady herself. It was only after he'd collapsed there on the stairs that she realized she'd grabbed his balls in a death grip and nearly pulled them off as she'd fallen! She felt terrible, especially when she noticed people starting to stop and stare. As the crowd started to gather, she could hear people talking. There was a small group of girls about Joe's age she remembered hearing in particular.

"What happened?"

"Oh, you missed it! She slipped, and caught herself by his balls! It was SO great! She was squeezing so hard you could see the outline of his dick through his jeans!" That was when Heather realized that she actually had sort of known all along what she'd grabbed...and she remembered not really starting to squeeze until she had known what it was she had in her hand.

She'd only been 19 when she adopted Joe, so she'd missed out on college and after the divorce, she hadn't had much time to date because of him. She'd always been a stunner. Long, wavy brunette hair, 5 foot 3 inches and 110 pounds, she had long legs, and a 36C-bra size with cleavage she loved to show off. She'd even noticed recently that as he son hit puberty, he seemed to always be looking at her breasts and that irritated her. It was because of him, after all, that she hadn't gotten to date much over the years.

She thought back over the afternoon's events, sliding one hand into her waistband, and decided that Joe might need an occasional hit in the balls to keep his mind where it was supposed to be. The next morning, Joe was still limping a bit as he came down for breakfast.

"Good morning honey. You OK?" Heather asked, and had to turn around so he wouldn't see her smiling.

"I'm ok. Still hurts a bit, but it's much better..." replied Joe.

"I'm so sorry Joey. I didn't know I'd grabbed your little balls when I started to fall..." She'd been able to feel that his balls were actually larger then most she'd come across, but liked the idea that she was telling him how small he was.

"It's OK mom." Joe said, a bit uncomfortably "Uh...what's for breakfast?" Heather had been waiting for that question. She came out from behind the counter, and Joey could see she was wearing her new green terrycloth robe she'd gotten at the mall. It was so short, it barely covered her butt, and she'd purposely left it rather loosely tied so that it showed off an extra large portion of her cleavage. She walked over to the table and bent over at the waist as she sat her son's breakfast down in front of him. She was right! The little shit had his eyes glued to her breasts!

"Well sweetie, I got up early today to make you a special breakfast because of yesterday. Bacon, toast, fried potatoes, and scrambled eggs, since I scrambled your eggs yesterday." She shook a little as if she was shivering and giggled inwardly as she saw Joe's eyes snapped away from her breasts as they jiggled. She gathered her robe in close to her and said "Kinda chilly in here!" Why the little bastard had gotten a hard-on from looking at his mother's breasts!

“Eat your breakfast sweetie - I have to get in the shower and get ready to go. We're making nut bread for the PTA fund-raiser, and it's my job to smash all the nuts. Hey! That'll make 2 days in a row I've smashed nuts, walnuts today, and yours yesterday!" she laughed. Joe shifted uncomfortably in his seat, having a hard time keeping his eyes off his mom's legs as she walked out of the room.

"Uh.... OK mom, and thanks."

Heather hurried through her shower, even though as she thought about what she was about to do, she wanted to rub her breasts and feel the hot water from the massage shower on her thighs. If she took too long, she'd miss her chance! She got dressed in a short skirt, 3-inch heels that made her ass look really good (at least that's what she'd been told) and a white silk blouse that was just almost see-through. She'd wait till she'd seen Joey off to school before she put a bra on under it. Then she headed for the kitchen just as Joe was starting to wash the dishes.

"I'll get those honey, you better hurry, or you'll be late! Oh, wait! I forgot - I have something for you. I'll meet you at the door with it... " Heather was satisfied to see that her son was as impressed with her outfit as she thought he would be. She could see his cock hardening through his jeans, so she bounced ever so slightly on her feet to make her breasts jiggle a bit, then walked back into her room with a bit more wiggle then usual. She scooped up the new back pack she'd gotten Joe, already filled with the 4 subjects worth of books he'd brought home the night before.

"This must weigh 30 pounds!" she thought. "Perfect!" she hurried to the door, where she found Joe waiting.

"Joey?" she said just as she swung the bag back

"Yes mom?" he said as he turned around. WHAM! She slammed the book back forward full force into his still hard cock and balls she knew had to still be tender from yesterday.

"Urrrghrrghg," Joey gurgled as he fell to the floor, his hands holding his groin.

"Oh baby! I'm so sorry! I better check to see if you're alright!" she said as she crouched down, careful to be sure that her butt was right next to her son's face. She leaned forward slightly moved Joe's hands away from him groin, then undid and lowered his jeans. His cock was still partially erect, so he tried to keep her from doing taking his pants down, but he wasn't in much shape to offer any real resistance.

Heather leaned forward a bit more, knowing the Joe could now see quite well that all she had under her short skirt was a silk thong. She took his cock in her hand, and pulled it back away from his balls a bit roughly, just as she leaned back a bit, watching in the hallway mirror as Joe's head lifted a bit when she pulled his dick. She timed it just right so that her shifting caused Joe's nose to brush against the bare skin on her butt.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, falling forward, catching herself by smashing a hand down on her son's already swollen balls, crushing them into the floor. At the same time, she squeezed down on his cock, digging her long fingernails into its soft skin with all her strength as she yanked it backwards. It was all poor Joey could take, she saw, as he screamed and passed out.

“Too bad,” thought Heather. She'd planned on "accidentally" stepping on him as she went to get the rubbing alcohol to "nurse" his wounds. No point in it if he wasn't awake to feel it though. She stood up and saw that his cock was still hard, and couldn't resist pulling her foot back and kicking it with all the strength in her long, shapely legs. As the pointy toe of her high heel connected perfectly with the hard shaft of his cock, she saw with some satisfaction that it immediately started to deflate, as if it were a balloon with a hole in it.

When she returned with the rubbing alcohol, she stripped Joe's pants the rest of the way off, and sat down between his legs, spreading them wide. She took his cock into her hand, and could see the places her nails had broken through the skin. She could also see what was going to be a large bruise from when she kicked his cock. She wondered how she'd explain that if Joey asked her. She pinched the head of Joe's soft dick between her fingers tightly, then yanked up as fast and as hard as she could, watching it stretch until it snapped back out of her fingers to flop around a bit before coming to rest. Joe's whole body jerked, even though he wasn't conscious. She giggled and did it a few more times, her nipples getting even harder then they had been. She realized that she'd been soaked since she first swung the bag into Joey's balls. She stopped "popping" his dick, and turned her attention to his balls, rolling them around in her hand. They weren't large, but they were a bit bigger then average she thought. She pulled her finger back and idly snapped it into his right testicle. If his body jerked when she'd been snapping his penis, it convulsed when she flicked his testicle. She took her other hand and snapped her finger into his left testicle. Then she went back and forth between them a few times, then giggled out loud as she realized she'd been playing the theme from "Bonanza" on her son's battered testicles. She stopped as he started to stir.

"Baby? Are you OK?"

"Uhhhh... I don't know mom...my balls hurt, and I have the theme from "Bonanza" stuck in my head..." Heather had to turn her face away and bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

Joey started to try and move, but Heather put her hand on his legs, saying, "Don't try and move Joey, I need to do some first aid down here. Guess I started crushing nuts a bit early today, huh?"

Joey looked embarrassed, "Uhhhh...yeah, I guess you did..."

"I'm sorry Joey, but when you grabbed my butt, it startled me! You shouldn't touch your mom there, not at your age!" Heather scolded. This was too great, she thought, I'm blaming HIM for all this!

"But mom, I didn't..."

"Don't talk back to your mother!" said Heather, as she swatted at the first thing in reach, as mothers always do. In this case, it happened to be Joe's balls, which Heather had pulled out a bit from his body, and gathered in close together in her left hand.

"AHHhhshhghhghg... " was all Joe could get out as his mother's hand slapped with quite a bit of force into his stretched and sore testicles.

"Oh JOEY! I'm sooo sorry; it's just a habit to slap the first thing that comes to hand when you smart off. I got ‘em pretty good though, didn't I?" Heather asked her son.

"Yeah, you did mom (gasp) you got them (grunt) real good...." Joe managed through his tears.

"Maybe I should take up handball, what do you think Joe?" she giggled. Joe couldn't believe it! His mother was laughing about having just slapped the hell out of his balls! "Now Joey", Heather said, still holding Joe's nuts rather firmly, "I think you should apologize to me for having grabbed my ass...” She used that word intentionally, and could see by the shock on her son's face that it had had the desired effect "...and for smarting off to me." Heather smiled sweetly at him. She could tell by the look on his face that the dear boy didn't suspect a thing.

"I'm, I'm sorry (gasp!) mom. Please don't yank my (errrgh) balls like that mom..." Joey managed to get out as Heather pulled on his balls under the guise of "examining" them.

"OK sweetie, I need to clean your wounds" Heather said, reaching for the rubbing alcohol. "Now this may sting a little," she said, pushing one hand down on Joe's stomach and resting her knee lightly on his balls.

"Mom, wait!" Joe cried, but too late, as Heather dumped the rubbing alcohol over Joe's still bleeding cock. Joe cried out and bucked his hips, but all he accomplished was nearly yanking his own balls off as Heather pressed her knee down slightly to keep them in place.

"Hold STILL Joey!" His mom told him as she took the head of his penis and pinched it hard between her fingers, and stretched it out to its full length. Joey thought through the pain that she seemed to have had practice, and wondered where she'd ever practiced pinching a boy's dick. Heather used her other hand to wrap a dry wash cloth around her son's cock, still holding his balls pressed under her knee, and started twisting the cloth around his cock hard enough to cause a slight rug burn.

"That's better!" Heather said, pulling Joey's cock a little further, so that it snapped out from between her fingers. Joe just groaned and let his head drop back to the floor. "I'll call school Joey, I don't think you should go in today... " Heather went on, as she carefully wrapped a rolled up bandana around her son's scrotum, forcing his testicles to the bottom of it. "I think we need to keep these out away from your body so they don't flop against your legs...and you'll probably be best off to just let them air out for the rest of the day," said Heather, a new plan forming in her mind

"Oh shhhhh. I'm your mother! It's nothing I haven't seen, and I'll be the only one here. Now there, it's done. Why don't you go watch some TV and let your mother take care of things?" Heather got up, making sure she bent far over at the waist to pick up Joe's pants, and went to the kitchen as Joe limped over to the couch and picked up the remote. Heather went into her room, closed the door and started to change clothes. While she'd never really had to go to the PTA, she did have a riding lesson in less then an hour, and she needed to get changed. As she got out of her clothes, she stopped to admire her body in the mirror. Her strong legs that had kicked her son's cock back into its rightful place. Her knees, which had held his balls in place against the floor while he bucked. Her hands, which had nearly crushed her son's balls. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the wetness between her thighs. She wished she could masturbate, but she was already late.

She hurriedly pulled on a fresh black thong and her skin-tight white riding pants, the knee-high riding boots and a tight, white button down shirt. She grabbed her riding crop from the table, and went out to the kitchen, picking the rope from the drawer, and walked into the living room. Joey was asleep on the couch, which worked out perfectly. Heather arranged him so that he was lying lengthwise on his back, hands over his head, legs elevated and spread wide. Then she tied him in place. He woke up just as she finished.

"Shhhh. Go back to sleep honey, I just wanted to make sure you didn't roll over and mash your poor little nuts while you were asleep - they aren't much, but they're all you've got!" She loved the shock on her son's face as she said the word "nuts" and the embarrassment when she told him they weren't much. She walked around to the back of the couch, and picked up a blanket. "Don't want you to get cold, lying there with no pants, sweetie, so I'll cover you with the blanket." Joe faded back off to sleep. Heather deliberately let the blanket go too far when she tossed it out, so that it landed on the floor instead of covering Joe.

"Have to go sweetie - see you in a few hours, get some rest!" And she closed the door, with one last glance at her son lying on the couch, tied with his legs spread, and a bandana tied around his naked balls. At the end of her riding lesson Heather was talking to Susan, her teacher, about how she'd missed breakfast that morning, and was starved. Susan was 21, maybe 5'3" with small, pert breasts and a petite figure. Dressed in her riding outfit of tan pants and a white blouse, Susan was stunning. Her most noticeable feature though, was her butt. Even Heather had caught herself glancing at it once or twice; it was so nicely formed. Susan was also wearing a black thong under her outfit, to enhance the look. Susan suggested an early lunch, and Heather had an idea. She suggested the two of them go back to her place for lunch. Susan had heard what a great cook Heather was, and besides, school was almost out so she might even get to see that cute son of Heather's. On the ride over, Heather mentioned that she needed to stop at the store, but didn't want Joe to be locked out of the house when he got home from school. Heather asked if Susan would mind waiting at the house for Joe while she ran to the store. Susan didn't have a problem with that. Heather smiled to herself, thinking about what Susan's reaction would be when she found Joe as she pulled away from the house after having dropped her off at the house with the key.

"Be a dear and take my crop in for me, will you?" Heather had asked innocently. As Susan entered the house, she decided she had time to wash up a bit before Joe arrived - after all, a woman doesn't want to smell like a horse around a cute guy. She went into the bathroom and removed her shirt and bra, and began splashing water on her face and chest. When she turned the water off, she heard a groan from the living room. She froze, realizing that she'd left the bathroom door open and anyone in the living room would have had a good view of her as she had washed. She picked up the riding crop and hurried into the other room, hoping to catch whomever it was by surprise. As she went into the room, she saw Joe lying on the couch, his cock rock hard from the bandana constricting the blood flow to his balls.

"Why you little pervert! Look at you! Skipped school to stay home and play sex games with yourself and it looks like you've gotten yourself stuck! And look! You're all turned on from watching me wash! Stop staring at my tits, you pervert!" screamed Susan. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock and balls. It looked like he'd been jacking himself off so much he'd made it bleed, and even bruised it! She looked at him as he stammered something she couldn't understand.

“Shut up, I don't want to hear it!" she said, pulling his shirt up and stuffing it in his mouth. "I'll teach you to be a pervert!" And with that, Susan smacked him hard on his cock with the riding crop. Joe cried out, as Susan swung the crop again and again onto his hard cock, until it wasn't hard anymore.

"Aww, did that hurt poor little Joey's pee pee?" she asked, as she pulled the shirt out of his mouth.

"Y… y… y… yes… " Joe finally managed to stammer out.

"I'm sorry, let me make it better…" Susan got onto the couch, one knee on either side of Joe's chest, and settled back until her perfect butt was pressed into Joe's face.

"How does this feel Joey?" she asked as she ran her hands down Joe's stomach, taking one of his balls between the thumb and first 2 fingers of each hand.

"MmmmMmMMmMmMM… " Joe's reply was muffled as Susan wiggled her butt in his face.

"Well then, if you won't tell me how that feels, how about this?" she asked as she pinched both of his balls. She re-adjusted herself so that her pussy was right over Joe's mouth, because she loved the feel of the vibrations from his scream on her, even if she could barely hear the scream itself. She kept twisting and squeezing his balls until he couldn't scream anymore, then got off him, her nipples hard and her underwear nearly soaked.

"I wonder what your MOTHER is going to think when she finds you like this, you little pervert!"

Joe looked at her and said "She… she…" but never got to finish, as Susan slapped the riding crop hard against his swollen balls. Another few slaps from the crop, and Joe passed out again. Susan hurriedly got dressed, and went to wait by the door for Heather.

When Heather arrived, Susan told her that Joe hadn't arrived home yet, and that she'd just remembered a lesson she had scheduled for 20 minutes from now, and said she had to go apologetically. Heather saw Susan off, and walked into the living room. When she saw that the riding crop was on the floor next to the couch, she knew that Joe was passed out again, rather then just being asleep. She untied Joe and picked up the crop, and as she started to walk out of the room, she wondered what "Bonanza" would sound like played on a set of testicles with a pair of riding crops. Maybe later she'd have to find out…

"Oh, hi there sweetie, I was just coming to wake you up. Did you have a nice nap?" Heather asked as Joe limped into the kitchen. "Nevermind, come here and help me get these boots off," she said as she sat down. Joe limped over to stand in front of her, and she placed her right foot out between his legs, and put her left foot on his left buttock.

"OK, on the count of 3, ready? One, two…" And on two, she pulled her right boot back into Joe's balls, while slamming him forward with her left boot. The boot came off, but it was from Joe clamping his legs together and on it and falling to the floor.

"Thanks Joey," quipped Heather, pretending not to notice she'd just busted his balls again

"OH! Silly me! These are the ones that zip down the side… " she mentioned as she removed the other boot. Only then did she pretend to notice Joe on the floor, her boot still clutched between his legs.

"Oh no! Don't tell me I smashed your poor tiny balls AGAIN! Come here and sit down." Joe did as she said.

"Here, let me take a look at those Ping-Pong balls and see if they're any better," Heather said as she arranged Joe's legs so that they were spread widely on either side of the chair.

"My! They look even more swollen then before! Keep your legs spread out here dear, and let me take that bandana off you for a bit." Heather first tied Joe's feet to the legs of the chair then removed the bandana from Joe's scrotum. She arranged his cock so that it was paying over his balls, right between them, then walked over to the stove.

"Here sweetie, I made you some hot chocolate,” she said, walking towards him with a steaming cup. As she approached she suddenly dropped the mug and yelped and half a second later, Joe howled as she said, "Oh, clumsy me, let me grab a rag to clean that up. Joe! Oh NO! Did mommy spill that steaming hot chocolate on your little dick and balls????"

She hurried over to him, holding the rag out as if she was going to wipe it off for him, but "slipped" as she got there, landing with her whole weight on one knee… the one that came down right on top of Joe's carefully arranged dick and balls. She could feel under her knee that the little shit was still half-hard - he must have been looking at her butt while she'd walked over to get the cocoa. So for good measure, she lifted up and pretended to slip again drooping her knee down on his cock and balls again. Joe screamed briefly in pure agony, then passed out. Heather came to a tremendous orgasm as she realized she didn't need to look to find out why Joe had screamed… she’d felt his right testicle squish under her knee....

Several weeks later, after a trip to the hospital that day, Heather was in the kitchen preparing for Joe to get home. She'd checked him the night before, and made sure he'd healed from their last "playtime" as she thought of it. Though she'd decided to wait for him to heal before busting his other testicle… she’d not meant to bust the first one, but as soon as she had, she knew she just HAD to break the other one. Even though she'd not directly hit him, she'd found other ways to make little Joey miserable.

She'd seen how the nurse had wound the gauze fairly tightly around Joe's scalded cock and balls, and it had given her an idea. As soon as they'd gotten home, she'd put Joe to bed and gone and changed into her short terrycloth robe. She'd then taken Joe a soda and some chips, and hovered around the room for a while, making sure to lean far forward when facing him, and finding reasons to bend at the waist when her back was turned to him. Fortunately, Joe wasn't good about putting his dirty laundry in the hamper, so she had plenty reasons to bend over to pick up his dirty wash. She walked over to the bedside, loving the look of agony on her son's face, knowing how tight the wrappings must be now that his cock was hard.

"Joey sweety? Are you OK? You look like it still hurts… Maybe I'd better check…" she teased him.

"Um, no mom, that's OK, I'm fine… Really... it's OK…"

"Oh, sweety, I'm so sorry about all this. Maybe now you'll know better then to play around trying to trip mommy when she's carrying hot drinks." It was great - she was getting away with blaming him AGAIN!

"But mom, I… *gasp*… " was all Joe managed to get out as Heather flopped onto the bed, making it shake.

"I know Joey, you're sorry. And you should be! You're the one-balled wonder now because of it!" Joe couldn't believe it. She was giggling and teasing him about how she'd smashed his nut!

"Lie back sweety, I'll be up later to change your wrappings. The nurse at the hospital showed me how to do it. G'night, one-nut!" Heather purposely bounced on the bed as she got up to leave the room, smiling to herself as she heard Joe gasp behind her.

She took Joe out of school for the next two weeks, and made sure she had plenty of wrappings - "I just don't know how these get torn up so fast Joey… " she'd tease him as she replaced the wrappings that his swelling cock had burst. She practically lived in her robe these days, and had taken to walking around in her underwear too.

"Joey, this is how I usually dress when you're at school, and I see no reason to change my habits because of your clumsiness," she'd tell him as she pranced around in thongs and low-cut lace bras that were actually just a little too small for her. She'd had to go out and buy all new underwear just for this, and she'd thought it was well worthwhile, as the day she started the practice, she'd had to change Joe's wrappings 3 times as often as before! She loved teasing him about it too - telling him that at least it was a small loss. Actually, it was a very small loss, or that now he'd be able to wear a smaller cup then before, except she hadn't been able to find one in "extra small" even when he'd HAD both his balls.

Finally, the day came when Heather was ready to put her plan into action. She left Joe at home, and went to her riding lesson as usual for a Tuesday. It was the first time she'd seen Susan since the day she'd left her there with Joe. Midway through the lesson, Heather asked Susan about it. Explaining about how she'd found Joe, and how mad she'd been with him, and telling her about the "accident", she prompted Susan to tell her what had happened.

Susan blushed, and explained that she'd caught him watching her wash up, and how mad she'd been. Heather kept throwing in comments about how disgusted she was that her son would act like that. And in front of her friend, too! With a bit of guidance from Heather, Susan explained how Joe had wanted her to "make him feel good" and how he'd been leering at her breasts, and how she'd smacked his balls once with the riding crop, she'd been so mad.

"Only once? I'd have been so furious I'd have kept beating on those worthless balls till he'd passed out, then I'd have kicked the hard right out of that cock!" exclaimed Heather. "Of course, judging by the way I found him, he obviously thought he'd LIKE being abused. In fact, just that morning I'd accidentally hit him in the balls with his school bag, and when I was making sure his balls were OK, he was not only hard, he grabbed my ass!" finished Heather.

"Wow, what a total pervert! I had NO idea he was like that, Heather…" And with that comment from Susan, Heather knew it was time.

"I'm afraid my son is going to be a pervert as long as he has even the one ball," Heather pouted, explaining how the wrappings on Joe's cock had been shredded so often by his hard-ons. "Actually," she hedged "I guess we could fix that." She glanced at Susan "Couldn't we?"

"You bet we could!" said Susan, obviously excited by the idea.

"Joey's home from school today…let's go put the horses up…but keep your crop with you," giggled Heather. Heather parked 2 doors down, and the women crept quietly in through the back door, and found Joe still asleep on the couch, just as he had been when Heather left. They quietly went into the other room and changed into the black leather thongs and matching 3&1/2inch black high-heels they'd stopped to get at the mall. Heading back out to the living room, Heather very gently removed the sweatshorts that were the only thing that Joe was wearing, and carefully handcuffed his hands behind his back without waking him.

"Would you like to do the honor of waking him?" she whispered to Susan, glancing meaningfully from the riding crop in Susan's hand to Joe's lone ball.

"I'd LOVE to!" Susan whispered back, as she took up position next to Joe, and began gently tapping his ball. She gradually started slapping it harder and harder with the crop, until Joe tried to roll over, when she slapped it down hard on his ball

"Wake up, Joey!" she said, as Joe came awake to the pain exploding in his freshly healed groin. Heather giggled and walked over to her son as he started to realize he was naked and handcuffed, and that his mother and Susan were topless and carrying riding crops.

"Joey, I've noticed how you've been looking at my breasts and my body for the past two weeks, and how excited you get by them. And Susan told me about what you did to her that day, leering at her and telling her you'd tied yourself down for her, and asking her to make you feel better. Since you seem to think you'd like being abused and since you've obviously been enjoying trying to see me naked. Susan and I have decided to let you try both, before we pop your last ball so you won't be such a pervert anymore," explained Heather as she gagged her son so that he couldn't speak. The look of terror in Joe's eyes was priceless, Heather thought to herself, as he realized how totally helpless he was to stop them from smashing his last nut.

"You like my tits, don't you Joe?" Heather asked as she rubbed them against his chest and face. "Feel how soft they are? How smooth the skin is? How firm they are against your face?" she asked as she watched his cock grow hard. "Look at that! Your little dick is all hard from thinking about mommy's tits!" Heather said as she reached for his dick. Joe scrambled to get his feet under him as Heather grabbed his cock with both hands and yanked him off the couch to his feet.

"Here Susan! Look how hard is little peewee is!" Heather giggled as she pushed Joe to Susan. Joe stumbled into Susan, who stopped his forward progress by rapidly lifting her knee into his groin.

"Oh! I'm sorry Joey! Did my knee just squash your balls? Oh wait, that's right, I should ask if my knee squashed your BALL, since you only have the one…and not for much longer, either!" Susan laughed as Joe sagged against her, only standing because Susan was holding him up.

"Wow, I see what you mean, Heather," Susan commented as she took Joe's cock in her hand, yanking him back to a full standing position. "He's hard as a rock!" And with that, she shoved him back to his mother.

"That’s right baby Joey, come to mommy!" chuckled Heather as she lifted her right foot with all the force in her sexy legs, slamming her new high-heel shoe point first perfectly into Joe's ball as he stumbled to her. She tried to catch him, but he went down like a sack of, well, schoolbooks. Heather giggled to herself, thinking back a few weeks. Heather crouched down to check Joe's ball, and breathed a sigh of relief to find it wasn't busted… she had another way she wanted to do that she thought.

"Oh, poor little Joey, I can feel a dent in your little nut where I just kicked the hell out of it!" Joe didn't say anything; he just laid there with tears streaming down his face.

"Awwww. Did your mommy kick your little ball Joey? She must have fantastic aim to hit such a small target!" teased Susan, reaching down to pull Joe's hands away from his crotch.

"Please…" Joe sobbed as Susan grabbed his cock in a death grip and roughly yanked him to his knees by it.

"Here, kneel him in front of that!" said Heather, pointing to the armchair on the far side of the room. Susan roughly dragged Joe across the room by his cock, never quite letting him bet his balance between hard tugs to keep him moving. Once Susan got him kneeling in front of the chair, Heather tied Joe's legs, arms and torso to the chair.

"That should keep him upright!" she giggled, bending down to let her breasts hang just inches from Joe's face.

"You like these honey? You've been trying to get a good look at them for months, now here's your chance!" she said, pulling quickly back, then leaning forward so that her breasts slapped into Joe's face. "You like feeling my breasts, Joey, honey? Here, I'll let you feel them some more!" and with that, Heather started slapping her tits repeatedly into Joe's face.

"OK, my turn!" Said Susan, pushing Joe backwards so that his head rested on the seat of the chair. "You're always looking at my butt, so take a good look!" she cried, letting herself fall heavily, ass first, onto Joe's upturned face.

"Look! He's getting hard! He LIKES it!" cried Heather, as she tied a piece of rope tightly around his cock to keep him hard.

"Can't have that!" said Susan, getting off Joe's face.

The women retrieved their riding crops from the couch, as Heather explained, "I don't want you hard when I smash your last ball, sweety, so we'll just have to fix that… " and with that, Heather slapped her riding crop hard into the soft skin of the underside of Joe's cock. Almost before his cock stopped bobbing, Susan brought her crop down hard on the top of his shaft.

"Look at it go!" she giggled, just as Heather's crop snapped into the side of Joe's cock. Susan answered with a slap to the other side

"Poor Joey! Are we hurting your little, itty, bitty dicky?" she taunted him, as the two women started aiming for the head of his cock. Bright red welts and splotches from the individual slaps blended into one; big welt as the women worked his cock over.

"I can't believe he's still hard!" exclaimed Susan. "We'll have to try something different" she continued, just as she slammed her foot forward, catching Joe's swollen cock perfectly on the head, and causing it to bend nearly in half as it tried to force itself back into Joe's pelvic bone.

"Oh, I love kicking his cock! I never told him, but while he was unconscious after I smashed his balls into the floor, I did that!" Heather confessed as she slammed her high heel repeatedly into the bottom of her son's cock. Joe couldn't believe what he was hearing! His own mother had kicked his dick, just for fun! That explained the bruise, he thought through the pain.

"Well, this isn't working either!" said Susan, again slamming her pointy toe into Joe's tender dick. "Let’s get him untied." They untied Joe, sitting him down and spreading his legs wide open.

"Don't close your legs, my sweet baby Joey - mommy wants to stomp your cock!" as she slammed the heel of her shoe down on Joe's cock.

"Your turn, Susan!" cried Heather, just as Susan jumped off of the chair, landing in the ball of one foot on Joe's hard shaft. There was an audible "crack" and Joe's cock shriveled.

"You BROKE his dick!" giggled Heather.

"I didn't even know you could break a dick!" replied Susan; bending down to examine the cock she'd just broken.

"Well, I guess there's no need to wait any longer," Heather said as she laid Joe on his back, tying a rope around his remaining ball, pulling it tight to the bottom of his scrotum. She then tied the free end to the back of the chair, stretching Joe's nut away from his body into the air.

"Ready?" Heather asked as she took off her shoes and sat on the floor, facing Joe's last ball.

"You bet!" said Susan, mirroring Heather.

"Count of 3" said Heather as both women pulled one foot back. "One… two… THREE!" cried Heather, and the women kicked out with their feet, slamming Joe's ball between their heels when they met, smashing it so quickly that Heather thought to herself, ‘last time I felt a "pop" but THAT time was more like the sound a glob of grease makes hitting the floor!’ as both women collapsed on the floor, cumming furiously listening to Joe's screams and moans.

"It's OK Joey, your balls are gone now," Heather comforted her son, "but Susan and I still have your broken cock to play with, so you're not totally worthless to us. We can still yank on it, and slap it and twist it." Heather's hand slid into her thong as she talked.

"Don't forget kicking and stepping on it!" agreed Susan.

Joe just sobbed…

A "Friends" Fan Gets More than He Imagined

by unknown

The following story is based on a fictional encounter that a fan of NBC's hit show "Friends" has with the female stars. As he quickly finds out, they behave in ways that he never could have dreamed of. (Humiliation, B/D, Crotch-kicking, Forced sexual contact)

I, like many other people am a big fan of NBC's hit show "Friends". I have watched this show for years, and similarly to most other males in America, I find the three "Friends" gals to be very sexy. I entered a contest and was thrilled to have won the chance to spend an entire day with the 3 actresses from "Friends". I took off work on Wednesday as the Producers and Directors of "Friends" had specified that this day was the day that I would get to spend the entire day with Lisa Kudrow, Courteney Cox, and Jennifer Aniston.

The show wasn't filming any new episodes this week, so these ladies were free to meet me and carry out their part of the contest arrangement. I got dressed in a usual outfit: Sweatshirt, jeans, tennis shoes, and set out to meet the three ladies. We were scheduled to meet at a hotel ballroom. The show had rented out this usual place for wedding accommodations, and instead it was to be the site of my meeting with the "Friends" ladies.

I arrived and was immediately welcomed into the large ballroom by a show security guard who had tagged along to protect the ladies from me in case I was a psycho or something. I spotted all three ladies and words can't describe how nervous I was. Within seconds I was face-to-face with these three beautiful television stars. I should stop at this point to describe how each lady was dressed: Lisa Kudrow was wearing blue jeans, black boots, and a white T-Shirt. She had not dressed up much to see me. Next, Courteney Cox was wearing black pumps, and this was the best part... VERY tight black slacks.

Courteney has a great ass and she certainly wanted to show it off by the looks of her outfit. On top she was wearing a white blouse. And last but not least was my very favorite "Friend", Jennifer Aniston. Jennifer was wearing brown high heels, and a tight green dress, and as was her usual habit, you could see her nipples poking prominently outwards underneath the dress. I was very intimidated, but they starting talking to me and I tried to be cool.

Jennifer asked me, "Were you excited when you won the contest?"

I said, "God yes, it was a dream come true."

Courteney smiled at me and asked, "So which one of us is your favorite?"

Lisa Kudrow interrupted before I could answer and she said, "He doesn't have to answer that. He's probably nervous so we shouldn't put him on the spot like that."

I said, "That's okay. I can answer the question. Jennifer is my favorite."

Jennifer laughed and Courteney looked at Jennifer and said to her, "You've got another fanatical fan."

Lisa asked a question to all of us, "We've got a whole day to spend with him, so where does everyone want to go?"

Courteney said, "Why don't we go up to the hotel room? He looks safe." (My heart began throbbing almost out of control... HOTEL ROOM!!!!)

Jennifer waved her hand to the security guard for the show and she directed him to leave. She said, "We don't need a security guard following us all day long. We aren't afraid of our fans."

Courteney asked me, "What is your name again?"

I answered, "Mike."

Jennifer said, "Well Mike, we are yours for the day or vice-versa." (They all laughed). As I followed the ladies up to the 6th floor of the Hotel I couldn't believe what was happening. What were we going to do in the hotel room?

We arrived at the room and Jennifer opened the room with her key. They told me to sit down on the bed, and I did. Jennifer closed the door and we were now all together in the room. Courteney sat down next to me while Jennifer and Lisa sat by the window.

Courteney said, "So Mike, I bet you fantasize about us a lot, right?"

I said, "Of course I do. You ladies are three Goddesses." (They laughed).

Jennifer went further with the questioning and she said, "Do you jerk off thinking about us?"

I said, "Absolutely, all the time."

Lisa said, "That's kind of funny. It's like we have this unusual power that makes this guy play with himself when he looks at us."

Courteney said, "Yes, it is very funny. It's like we are controlling this guy's dick. He just sees us or thinks about us, and then he can't keep his hands off of himself. (They laughed).

Jennifer said, "Do you have a big dick?"

I said, "6 inches."

Courteney said, "That's not bad." This was when it really became surprising. Courteney was sitting next to me and she reached over with her left hand and grabbed my penis.

Then Jennifer said, "Take your clothes off, we wanna see your dick." I was shocked, but the idea of not taking my clothes for the women of "Friends" would not have crossed my mind in a million years, so I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and took them off, then my underwear, shoes, and shirt I also removed. By this time I was completely hard. Wouldn't you be hard if Courteney Cox had grabbed your penis and the three ladies of "Friends" were seeing you naked?

The three ladies gathered in a circle around me and one-by-one each of them began to touch my penis. Jennifer began stroking the underside of my penis. I felt so under her control. Her fingernails brushed against the sides of it. Lisa started touching the base, and Courteney ran one of her hands slowly across the head. Here I was with the women of "Friends" and I thought of how odd it was that the show had hired a security guard to protect them from me when it would be obvious to anyone who saw what they were doing to me, that it was I who was the submissive, and I certainly posed no threat to them.

Jennifer said to Lisa, "Go get that bag that I brought." Lisa went to get it in the bathroom. Suddenly before I realized what was going on, Jennifer had slapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and Courteney had placed a large pair of cuffs around my ankles. My legs, arms, and hands were basically immobilized. Lisa walked into the room with a camera and she began to take photos of my nude shackled body. They forcibly pushed me down to the floor and Lisa took dozens of photos of my naked ass from this angle.

Courteney said, "Take a bunch of photos of his dick." After they had finished taking an entire roll of photos of my bound nakedness, Jennifer suggested something.

She said, “Sit him up, I want to tease his dick.” Jennifer began giving me a hand-job, and her technique was very good. She wanted to display her power over me, so right before I was going to begin to orgasm she told Courteney "Grab his dick and squeeze it tight." I was desperately in need of orgasmic relief and Jennifer knew that playing games with my ability to ejaculate would further display my weakness and their superiority. Courteney pinched my penis so tight that there was no way that I could orgasm.

Lisa said, "Make the worm beg." (They laughed).

Jennifer said, "Beg slave, beg. Beg for us to give you the right to have your orgasm."

I was so desperate and I said, "Please... please let me cum... I'll do anything."

Courteney said, "I've never seen a guy so desperate to shoot his load."

Jennifer laughed and said, "You're right. He looks kind of pathetic. Think we should let him cum?"

Lisa said, "He can cum, but only if we get to spank his sorry ass afterwards."

I said, "Please, it hurts. I can't hold it in. You are damaging my penis."

Jennifer said, "Alright, we'll let you cum, but we wanted to experience first-hand the control that we have always had over your penis. We've been controlling your penis from a far for years. Every time you watched us and played with yourself, we were indirectly controlling your penis in a way." Courteney removed her hand from the tight pinch that it had on my penis and I began to ejaculate like crazy. Jennifer watched as my cum sprayed all over the carpet of the room.

Courteney said, "This poor slob is cumming on the carpet like an animal."

Lisa said, "Now we should beat his ass." Jennifer grabbed a giant paddle out of that mysterious bag and began to beat my ass with it. It hurt like you wouldn't believe. Occasionally she would apparently "accidentally" miss striking my butt with the paddle and would hit my balls from behind instead.

Courteney said, "We should all take turns giving his nuts a good kick. There is no better way of humiliating and dominating a guy than striking his balls." Lisa Kudrow was first to kick my balls. Her booted-feet gave my nuts a good kicking and I rolled over on my side as the pain filled my entire body. Next, it was Jennifer Aniston's high-heeled feet that gave my nuts a tremendous jolt. She kicked so hard that it knocked her shoes right off of her feet. She picked her high heels up off the floor and she kept them in her hands as she rubbed my entire penis with her heels. There was something almost life threatening about those giant high heels being caressed across every inch of my penis. I knew that at any moment she could possibly even destroy my penis if she stabbed it with those heels. She threw her high heels aside and then she proceeded to take her stockinged foot and began grabbing the head of my penis with it. Eventually the tip of my penis was repeatedly being squeezed by her gripping toes.

Courteney Cox decided to tell the other ladies that she was bored and all three of them untied me and let me go. I was about to put my clothes back on when Jennifer Aniston made a final statement to me... she said, "Mike, that was your name, right?"

I said, "Yes, my name is Mike."

Jennifer said, "Mike, I don't want you to forget what happened today. I want you to always remember the day that the women of "Friends" stripped you naked, controlled your dick, beat your ass, and kicked your nuts. Welcome to today's new woman. You will meet other women out there who think and behave just like us. You had better get used to it because we are the living example of modern women and modern women like to control men."

THE END

A Different Ball-Busting Family

by unknown

Brian was curious when he received the message that his aunt Anne wanted him to drop by and see her at her home. He had always been close to his aunt but over the last couple of years they had not seen as much of each other as they did before. This was mostly because at eighteen Brian was more interested in spending time with people his own age especially girls his own age. The message from his aunt seemed urgent and he made a special effort to get to her as soon as possible.

Brian rang Aunt Anne's doorbell and soon she came and let him in. At thirty-seven Anne was still a very attractive woman with full ripe breasts and a nicely rounded rear. One major reason Brian had always liked his Aunt Anne was that she was so damned sexy. The way she was dressed now did nothing to change that opinion since she was wearing a tight black leotard that accentuated her well curved body. The high-heeled shoes she wore made her beautiful legs even more enticing. It was very difficult for him to remember that she was his aunt and not just some woman he would love to sleep with.

"Come in dear. I'm so glad you could make it on such short notice." His lovely Aunt smiled.

"You know I'd do anything for you Aunt Anne. What's so important that you needed to see me right away? Mother said it was important that I come by today if possible so here I am." Brian smiled.

"Come sit down I need to discuss something with you." Anne answered firmly.

When they were seated Anne pulled a photo out of an envelope and placed it in front of Brian saying, "I'd like an explanation of this."

Brian's mouth dropped open and he blushed bright red. He recognized the picture immediately. It was the nude picture of himself that he had sent in answer to an ad for a woman who was looking for men who wanted to submit to cock and ball torture. "How did you get that?" Brian stammered.

"You sent it to me." Anne smiled sweetly. "And I must say you have certainly grown since the last time I saw you naked."

"I didn't send that to you. I sent it to a woman who ran an ad." Brian replied.

"Yes, I know you sent it to a woman looking for males to submit to her cock and ball torture. What a sweet letter you sent with it too. 'Please bind me and do with me as you wish. I only want to serve your pleasure’ That’s so sweet of my favorite nephew to make such an offer." Anne teased.

"But that wasn't meant for you it was for the woman who ran the ad." the hapless young man blubbered in embarrassment.

Anne laughed. "But I am the woman who ran that ad, Brian. You answered MY ad."

"I'm so sorry Aunt Anne. I had no idea that it was your add. Just forget that I ever sent that letter. Please."

"But I don't want to forget it, Brian. Did you mean what you said in your letter? Do you really want to submit your cock and balls to torture?"

"Well yes. Its something I have fantasized about for years now, and when I saw that ad I thought I would take a chance and see if it was something I wanted to try for real. But I had no idea I was answering my own aunt's ad. I just thought it was some stranger not you. Please, please, Aunt Anne forget I sent that picture and letter to you, and please don't tell my mother about this." Brian begged.

"Relax dear. If you really want to try cock and ball torture you answered the right ad. It doesn't matter if you are my nephew I'm still willing to bring your fantasies to life if you want." Anne soothed.

"You'd really do that for me or to me should I say." Brian was stunned and he was starting to get excited by the possibility of his aunt and him an in sexual relationship.

"You bet I would. There is nothing I like better than to play with some young man's balls and from your picture it looks like you have a pretty good pair." Aunt Anne smiled. "Now why don't you stand up and open your pants for me so I can look over your nuts."

Nervously Brian stood and opened the front of his pants. His aunt then pulled them and his briefs down to his knees. When she did so his hard cock sprang up to attention.

"My you are excited aren't you, Brian?" Anne teased as she grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls with the other. She stroked his cock as she gave a slight squeeze to his balls making him moan. "Oh, I'm going to have a lot of fun with these." Aunt Anne sighed.

"Let's get all your clothes off so I can see the rest of you." Anne demanded.

Brian stripped quickly barely able to control his excitement. His fantasy was about to come true. That the woman who was about to fulfill was his aunt no longer mattered. She was a beautiful and sexy woman and she was going to give him what he had only dreamed about before.

When Brian was nude Anne grabbed his balls firmly and started to lead him down to her basement game room. Brian had no choice but to follow her. Downstairs she deftly fastened cuffs to his wrists and ankles and then bound his hands to a rafter high over head. Anne then attached his ankles cuffs to rings anchored in the floor so that his legs were spread wide giving her easy access to the area she wanted, his balls.

When she was satisfied that he could not escape Anne leaned over and kissed her nephew on the cheek and said "Brian I'm going to have so much fun with you I can hardly wait. I know in my ad it said cock and ball torture but what I really like is ball busting. So' that's what I'm going to work on." Then without warning as Anne smiled at her nephew she slammed her knee into his hanging balls as hard as she could. Brian tried to double over but the bonds held him fast.

Laughing at his anguish Anne said "that felt so good, Brian dear." and again slammed her knee viciously up into his balls three times in quick succession.

Brian coughed in complete agony as Anne gasped in orgasmic pleasure.

"Did you like that Brian?" Anne asked coyly. "I know I did."

"It hurts so bad Aunt Anne." Brian gasped in pain.

"I know but you know you need it. That's why I enjoy doing it so much. I'm so glad I don't have balls, that is, except for yours. And just think we've only just started. " Anne laughed.

"Now be a good boy and say' Aunt Anne, please kick me in my balls.' " Anne teased.

"Oh. Please Aunt Anne I can't take a kick right now. My balls already hurt so much." Brian begged.

"Say it. " Anne demanded. " Or I'll not only kick your balls I'll crush them."

Fearfully Brian repeated "Aunt Anne please kick me in my balls."

Anne laughed and said. "Brian dear I'd love to." Then swung her foot full force into his unprotected nutsack.

As he was recovering from his aunt's vicious kick Brian heard footsteps on the floor above and then to his complete horror he heard his mother's voice calling out to Anne. It was bad enough that he was willingly submitting to his aunt bashing his balls but for his mother to find out was more than he could stand. In a panic Brian pleaded. "Aunt Anne please release me before mother finds us like this. Please let me hide. She'll never understand."

Anne just laughed and then called out "We're down in the basement Mary. Come on down I've been waiting for you."

Brian could not believe what he had just heard. His aunt not only invited his mother down to see him in his current condition but she had known she would be coming. He struggled in his bonds but it was no use. There was no way he could escape.

Mary, Brian's mother, came down the stairs and immediately saw him bound naked in the center of the room and smiled. She bore a strong resemblance to her younger sister in face and build and she was dressed in much the same manner. She then kissed her sister on the cheek and said "So, it looks like you got him right where we wanted him."

"It was easy. He really wants this but I bet he never expected his aunt and his mother to be the ones that gave it to him.

Mary stepped in front of Brian and smiled saying. "You've been a naughty boy and you'll have to be punished." Without any further warning she swung her leg in a long arc and sent her foot crashing into his dangling balls. It was a direct hit and again Brian began to retch in pain. His mother only laughed at his agony.

"I've always wanted to smash your balls Brian." Mary smiled. "You know I really loved busting your fathers balls until he died two years ago. Well actually it has been five years because that was when I crushed his balls and there was no use kicking what wasn't there anymore after that. When your Aunt Anne called me and told me you had answered her ad well I could hardly wait for her to get you here all bound up so I could have some fun with you too."

"But mother how could you do this to me. Don't you love me?" Brian blubbered.

"Of course I love you son, but I love busting balls more. Don't you think I knew that you looked at the magazines I had in my drawer at home. I wanted you to find them and read them it was all part of my plan to condition you to want to have your balls kicked. I would have done this myself when you were younger but society frowns on mothers doing that to their sons. But now you're grown and freely chose to do this. So, I felt I should be able to benefit from the desire I instilled in you from birth." Mary explained.

Mary then leaned in close to her son and spoke softly in his ear as she fondled his sore hanging nuts. "You love your mother don't you, son?"

"Yes mother. Of course I do." Brian answered.

"And you want me to be happy don't you?" Mary continued.

"You know I do Mother." Brian agreed.

"Well then what I would really like you to do for me right now is say 'please Mother kick me in the balls". Can you do that for me dear?"

Nervously Brian looked into his mother's eyes as she not so gently started to squeeze is tender glands and said "Mother please kick me in the balls."

Mary kissed his cheek and hugged Brian and said, "You're such a good boy son." Then while she held him tight she rammed her knee cruelly up into his unprotected balls. Brian screamed in pain.

"Oh yes! Scream. I love it when you scream in pain." Mary gushed as she brought her knee up into his throbbing nuts again and again. Anne delighted in the agony of her tortured nephew. After five vicious knees to his balls Brian passed out and sagged in his bonds.

When Brian came to he was lying on the floor with his hands bound behind him. His swollen balls still ached terribly. The fact that his mother was prodding them with her heels did nothing to help this. He noticed, too, that his sixteen-year-old sister had also joined them and before he could ask what she was doing there his mother explained that they intended to use him to teach her how to bust balls.

His sister was very well developed for her age inheriting many of the physical attributes of his mother and aunt.

"Hi big brother." Terri, his sister smiled. "I'm glad you're awake, because I've been waiting to go to work on your balls since auntie and mom told me they were going to fix it so I could practice on you, last week."

"That's right son. We knew you'd want to help your little sister to know how protect herself from men. That's true isn't it? You want to let your sister kick your balls so she knows how to defend herself don't you?" Mary said menacingly. "Now tell her how much you want to help her."

"Please sis use my balls to practice on so you now how to protect yourself from men. I really want you to." Brian said fearfully. He knew it would hurt awfully but he needed and liked it, too.

"Come here Terri and grab hold of his balls." Terri did so none to gently. "Now feel their shape. Roll them around in your hand." Mary directed her daughter as her son groaned in pain. "See how easy it is to hurt him. Now squeeze real hard and at the same time twist and yank his balls."

Brian screeched in agony as all three women laughed. "Isn't that fun dear?" Anne asked her niece.

"Oh yes Auntie. This is great. Listen to how I made him scream." Terri gushed as she continued mangling his nuts. Finally she released her grip and Brian rolled up into a fetal position trying to protect his throbbing balls.

"I think you should try some kicks now. Brian straighten out and spread your legs wide so that Terri can give you a good hard kick right in your balls." Mary commanded.

Slowly Brian managed to get into position his balls a flaming mass of pain. "Hurry up." Mary demanded. "I want watch my baby as she kicks her first pair of nuts." The women had absolutely no sympathy for his pain.

" Wait" Anne said. " Brian get up on your knees and then lean over and kiss Terri's foot and beg her to kick your balls.

Brian struggled into the debasing position that Anne demanded and started to kiss his sister's foot. Then he pled. Please sis, use this beautiful foot to kick my balls." He was totally degraded and the women were loving every second of it.

"I'd be happy to big brother." Terri laughed "And I want you to kiss mom's feet as I do it. Now spread those legs nice and wide so I have a nice easy target."

Terri stepped behind Brian as he leaned to kiss his mother's smelly feet. Terri raised her foot slowly to test the distance. Even the slight nudge she gave his balls was agonizing. Then she stepped back and kicked his swollen dangling balls with all her strength. And again she kicked and yet again, until Brian lapsed into merciful unconsciousness.

As Brian came to later he could hear his mother talking. "Anne do you have everything we discussed for the final event ready?"

"I sure do. Mary and I can hardly wait," Anne laughed.

"Me too," Terri added. "Look he's finally waking up."

"Good. I'll talk to him and get him ready." Mary whispered to the others so Brian could not hear.

Mary walked over to where Brian was laying on the floor while Anne and Terri set up a video camera on a tripod.

"Are you feeling better dear?" Mary asked gently.

"A little bit, mother." Brian replied.

"I'm glad. You gave us so much enjoyment today. I just can't tell you how exciting it has been for all of us. I know we hurt you terribly but it is just so much fun for us to beat on your balls. I can't describe how thrilling it is for us to have you at our mercy. It's orgasmic. We've all had several orgasms as we kicked your balls. You've been such a good boy." Mary praised her son.

"I'm glad that I could give you so much enjoyment." Brian answered as he thought about how much he loved her and how beautiful she was to him.

"There is one more thing we want you to do for us." Mary smiled.

"What's that mother? You know I would do anything for you." Brian asked nervously.

"We want you to let us crush your balls." Mary answered sweetly. "I've already felt the thrill of the absolute sacrifice of a man, but I want Anne and Terri to feel it too. Now I know you won't be able to have your balls kicked anymore but as our little eunuch slave there are many ways we can give you all the pain you need."

Brian was thinking hard about what his mother had asked of him as Anne and Terri said in unison. "Please Brian let us crush your balls it will be such a thrill for us."

Brian then turned to his mother and asked. " What if I say no, Mother?"

With a cruel smile his mother answered. "Well then dear we'll do it anyway. We just think it would be so much nicer if you made the sacrifice of your genitals for our pleasure willingly."

Seeing the hopelessness of resistance Brian said, "Please Mother, Auntie and sis allow me to sacrifice my balls to your pleasure."

"We want you to do this willingly so were going to untie you and then we want you lie on your back on the table and spread your legs for us." Mary smiled as Anne started the camera.

When he was in place on the table Anne said as she stood between his legs. " I want you to say 'Aunt Anne please crush my right nut under your beautiful foot'. Will you do that?"

"Please Aunt Anne, crush my right nut under your beautiful foot." Brian repeated.

"Why Brian what a sweet thing to offer me." Anne said as she place her bare heel carefully on his right testicle and began to allow her weight slowly onto that foot. Brian screamed in agony as Anne gasped. "That's right, scream. I want it to hurt. To be special for the last time for you. Oh my God, I’m going to cum. Are you ready? Here it comes."

As Anne orgasmed she forced all her weight down on her right heel and felt his ball pop at the height of her orgasm.

Mary and Terri applauded Anne's act of extreme cruelty. Then Mary checked to be sure the ball was destroyed. All she felt was a mass of mush where his testicle had been.

Brian in his dazed state kept repeating " My ball, my ball, my ball…" over and over again, to the women's amusement.

Terri then jumped up on the table shouting "My turn." She started stepping on his one remaining nut with her toes. Bringing Brian out of his dazed state from the pain. She wanted him fully aware of the pain and damage she was about to inflict. Terri was rubbing herself as Brian groaned and then cried out in agony. Her slow torture of his only ball was bringing her close to orgasm and she gasped. " I'm going to cum. Are you ready Brian? Beg for it."

"Oh. Please no. Terri. Please don't. " He cried.

Terri paid no mind and shouted. "Here it comes. One. Two Three." She slammed her heel down onto his left ball with all her strength rupturing it completely as she gasped out her orgasm. Brian screamed like he had never screamed before and then passed out.

Terri collapsed onto the nearby couch and recovered from her earth-shattering climax.

Mary smiled down at her unconscious son and grabbed his hanging penis. "He won't be needing this anymore." And laughed as she took a knife and cut it off with one flick of her wrist. "I'm going to have this bronzed and hang it from my neck on a chain. So I can treasure this great day forever."

A Date With Chyna

by unknown

They knew they had both had far too much to drink as he fumbled with the keys to the apartment, snickering and as she fumbled laughingly with the fly of his jeans. The door suddenly burst open and they stumbled in, nearly falling, which made them both laugh even harder. Somehow in the dark they managed to get to the bedroom, where as he flipped on the lights she gave him a push and they both fell onto the bed in hysterics.

Somehow she drunkenly managed to roughly remove his jeans and underpants and instantly clamped her mouth around his stiff penis, sucking and biting with her front teeth, making him gasp with the pain and pleasure. Then, without warning, she falteringly stood up, went over to her dresser, opened the top drawer, rummaged in it for a few seconds and smilingly held up four large scarves. Still giggling, she managed make four very good knots with them to tie him spread-eagled to the bedposts.

Wriggling out of her jeans and panties - she knew she wasn't coordinated enough at the moment to take off her shirt - she stood next to him. "Can look but can't touch," she slurred teasingly. Then she looked quizzically at him. "Do you - do you still want me to beat up your... your cock and balls?" She looked down at his helpless, exposed penis and scrotum. "'Cause... 'cause right now it'd really turn me on."

His heart pounded faster. He'd dreamt what she’d do. But she was a star of the World Wrestling Federation and he was a nobody, just a huge fan. He was surprised when, after a show, he caught her attention and she invited him out for some drinks. He confided in her how she turned him on and how he’d love for her to practice her specialty on him in private. Chyna felt she could do it since he was built and cute. She figured she’d just lightly slap his testicles around some and then she’d fuck his brains out. Since he'd always fantasized about this... what could he say? "Oh, yes, baby, please," was all he managed to say.

She grinned and noticed his penis was already beginning to stir at the very idea. "Can I beat you as hard as I want to?"

"You can do *anything* you want to me." The alcohol was effecting her greatly now.

"OK, then - you wait here 'till I get back." She staggered toward the kitchen and after a few minutes found the items she was looking for: the heavy, metal flashlight, the meat tenderizing mallet. Ready to return to the bedroom, she spied a bottle of spiced rum in an open cabinet and took that too.

His penis was stiff and looked so delicious lying against his tummy. She dropped her tools next to him on the bed and took a quick swig of rum. She was getting more buzzed by the minute. "Sure you wont lose your nerve? This is your last chance." He nodded for her to continue. Giggling, she poured half the bottle over his genitals and then attacked them, biting and licking and gulping the liquor from his hard penis and taut scrotum.

Taking another swig, she sat on the bed next to him and started to slowly stroke the penis with her massive arms. With every upward stroke she tightened her grip on it until she was squeezing it as hard as she could. As she watched, a drop of pre-cum welled up from the hole at the tip of the organ and she bent down to lick it off. Swallowing it, she squashed the glans between the fingers of both her hands and felt it resist slightly as it flattened. She squeezed with all the power in her hands and watched as it reddened, then slowly turned purple in her tight grip, he grunted in pain. She tried to insert her pinky finger down the hole, but the hole was too small. She released the penis head and watched as it quickly turned from purple back to dark pink, she really was starting to enjoy this.

“I don’t want you going soft on me,” she said with a smile as she began to tie a shoestring very tightly around the base of his cock and balls. He cried out in pain as she tied off a knot, trapping the blood within his cock and causing its veins to stand out prominently. She smiled at the visual effect it gave.

Then she lifted up her right hand, made sure he was watching as she made a fist and slammed it with force squarely into his scrotum. She saw his pelvis jump and at the same instant felt his testicles compress slightly within the scrotum as her fist smashed them. They felt hard, but rubbery and springy and it dawned on her that smashing her fist against them felt good. So she did it again. Then again. And again. And again. She loved smashing balls!

By this time he was yelling, but she ignored it, she was too far gone now. She was amazed to see that the penis was still erect - in fact, it was even harder now than before. She took it in her left hand and said, "So I guess you're enjoying this?" He couldn’t even manage to croak a coherent word at this point. She cupped his scrotum in her right hand and rolled his balls around. They were getting very swollen and she liked the way it looked and squeezed down harder.

"Too hard?" she asked.

"Aghh," he gasped.

"Harder?" she asked. She took the heavy flashlight and brought it down on the scrotum with force. She could see his balls flatten slightly as they were struck. He screamed and she brought it down on his tender scrotum again even harder. It crashed down again and again and the testicles were now swollen to over twice their original size. As she looked over his testicles, she began to slowly stroke the fully erect penis once again, holding it upright. Then, without warning, she brought the flashlight down on the top of the glans. It flattened out agreeably, with much more give than the testes, but sprung back up into shape almost as fast. She swung the flashlight at the head of the penis five more times, each time with greater force and noticed finally, amid his yells, that the glans was also starting to swell terribly. She could also see a deep crimson spot at the tip of the glans - a bruise was beginning to form. She smiled. Suddenly Chyna realized that she was incredibly aroused and felt her wetness start to leak out of her. A strange, primal feeling she had never experienced made her head spin. She managed to spit out not a question, but a statement of fact: "I'm going to ruin - I'm going to destroy your cock."

He moaned in pain and began to protest, but she barely heard him. She picked the tenderizing mallet and holding his erect penis down on the table, began to hammer it harshly, she was amused at the way it kept springing back into shape with each blow as it had before. A trickle of blood mixed with pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip. Amazingly, however, the penile shaft stayed as hard and erect as ever and he had stopped screaming was moaning pitifully.

She now flipped the mallet over to the side with the spikes and grasped the dying penis firmly. "Say goodbye to your penis," she commanded him. When he failed to respond, she yanked his member upward nearly lifting him off the table by his cock and demanded loudly, "Tell your penis goodbye!"

"Good bye, penis," he responded weakly, and she brought down the mallet.

The glans was soon covered with tiny pricks, each oozing blood. Looking at her handiwork - it was obvious that the penis would never again function, it was only erect because of the tourniquet she had tied around it - she had the most powerful orgasm of her life. In the throes of it, she bent over the ruined penis and began to yank it up and down, jacking it off in a brutal fashion, gripping it as tight as her muscled arms would allow. Her grip was so tight on the already swollen engorged cock that it looked as if it would burst in her grasp. The glans was soon covered with tiny pricks, each oozing blood. Chyna removed the bindings she had applied and then she squeezed with all the power in her hands and watched as it again reddened, then slowly turned purple in her powerful grip. She began to yank it up and down, jacking it more viciously than ever before, never releasing her powerful death grip as she then sank her nails into its hard shaft. And then - as she came, so did he. The penis violently ejaculated but due to her tight grip at first nothing came out, then she lightened her grip and out came spurt after spurt of semen, pink-tinged with fresh blood, onto her face as breasts as he groaned loudly with release. His orgasm caught her, still spasming from her own, completely by surprise and although she hated when he came on her face, she couldn't move out of the way of the spurting semen, couldn't move at all except in orgasm.

Slowly she came to her senses, as she tasted semen slowly dripping into her mouth. She stopped yanking the drooping, spent, bloody piece of flesh that once was her lover's cock. He could only groan in pain as she reached down and cradled his heavy testicles in the palm of her right hand and slightly compressed them with a fraction of the strength in her hands, he immediately lurched up and cried out in again in tremendous pain…and she once again, she smiled….

A Card Game

By Unknown

Well, there were these two couples that get together every once in a while on the weekends. Mike and Laura had been going around together for about a year, and Tim and Kristin for about 6 months. They all had their separate apartments. They became friends at the gym where they all worked out. Friday afternoon during their workout they all decided, at Laura's suggestion, that they all get together at her place that night for some fun and drinks. Everyone thought that was a good idea and agreed to meet later that night and continued their workouts. When their exercise was done they all went to the lockers rooms and showered.

In the girls’ locker room Laura told Kristin, "I think we are going to have some fun with the boys tonight." Kristin wasn't quite sure what Laura meant and then Laura asked how would she feel about a little game of strip poker for the group that evening. Kristin was a little surprised, but the idea was interesting to her. Laura and Kristin had occasionally talked about their past and current boyfriends and their various endowments.

Everyone arrived at Laura's apartment and she had some light food and drinks available. She served everyone and they were all sitting around talking and enjoying themselves. They had all done this before and eventually end up playing some sort of game to have some fun.

After a few drinks, and everyone was loosened up, Laura said, "Anyone want to play a game of cards?" The others said sure and asked what card game should they play this time. Laura said, "How about some simple five card stud poker?" Mike asked what should they use to bet and Laura said she had some poker chips in the cupboard and they could use those.

Several games later and a couple more drinks later, Laura finally said, "Do you want to make this game a little more interesting?" The others asked what she meant and she said, "Let's play strip poker." Mike and Tim said they weren’t sure about it, but Laura said they had been friends for a long time now, and so what, it was just to have some fun. Kristin encouraged the boys and they finally agreed, thinking they probably were better players and would end up keeping their clothes on anyway.

Laura dealt out the cards for the first hand and while she was dealing said, "Why don't we make it a little more interesting and kinda make the bet between the girls and the boys?" Tim asked what she meant. Laura said, "How about, we all play our own hands, but the first one that loses all their clothes, say it's you Tim, that would mean Mike would then have to take off the rest of his clothes, and then Kristin and I, because we win can then ask you boys to do whatever we say. Of course if it's the other way around, it would work the same way and you can ask us to do something." After hesitation and encouragement from the girls they all agreed.

Laura made another round of drinks for everyone (Laura had intentionally been making the girls drinks more watered down than the boys during the evening, too) and the first game began. Several hands later, and since it was summer and they were not all wearing a lot of clothes anyway, it finally got down to Tim wearing only his underwear.

Mike said, “You’d better not lose the next hand and keep that underwear on.” Tim thought he had a good hand and was confident of winning, but to no avail.... he lost. The girls had won and they were down to their bras and panties. Now the girls started demanding Tim remove his underwear and that Mike remove the remaining of his clothes. Neither of them really wanted to do this and protested, but the girls were very insistent, threatening to put them in the penalty box in their respective bedroom for not living up to their earlier agreement. So Tim removed his underwear, and Mike removed the remaining clothes he had on. They sat back down on their chairs, while Laura and Kristin, still sitting in their bras and panties were talking about what they wanted the boys to do now.

Laura said, "I think you boys should get up and get us another drink." So they did, walking across the room naked, embarrassed, but did it anyway.

While the boys were fetching the drinks Laura and Kristin had a conversation on what else to do. When Tim and Mike returned with the drinks, Laura said, "Okay, now you boys go stand up in front of the fireplace because we both want to get a good look at you and then we are going to have a little physical inspection." They got up and stood naked in front of the girls. They were starting to get a little hard but didn't have full erections.

The girls got up and visually inspected them all the way around. Then Laura said they should inspect their nuts. So they started feeling the guys' nuts. Laura would go to Mike and then to Tim and Kristin would do the same. They did this for quite a while. The hard-ons became more noticeable. The boys were not saying much during all of this.

Laura said, "Now I think we need to do an endurance test."

Mike said, "What the hell you mean by that?" Laura said that Kristin would grab Mike's nuts and that she would grab Tim's and then start feeling and squeezing and see which boy can take the most. The one who could take the most would get a reward that would be very much worth their while. Both Tim and Mike protested again, but Laura reminded them of the earlier agreement.

Laura also added, "We could make you do this to each other while we watch, but I would guess you won't really want to do that, so let's get on with this test." Laura was right, and the girls got on with the testicle exam. Laura grabbed Tim's nuts and started to roll them around in her hands and Kristin took a hold of Mike's nuts and rolling and squeezing them. Gradually, the rolling and squeezing intensified and occasionally the girls would use their thumb and forefinger to see how much they could take. The guys started to moan and were trying to protect themselves.

They were screaming, "You're killing me! You have no idea how much this hurts and what this feels like!!" The girls kept going with the squeezing (they both were enjoying this much more than they had imagined) and realized they had quite a bit of power over these guys because they had their nuts in their hands. At one point Laura lifted up Tim's penis with one hand and with the other hand made a fist and bashed it into his balls three times. When Kristin saw that, she had to try the same thing on Mike. Mike got it four times. That did it for the boys. Their nuts were already in agony from the squeezing and pinching, but this did it for both of them and they both collapsed on the floor, holding themselves and rolling around on the floor.

Laura and Kristin just stood and looked at the two naked guys on the floor in pain and agony. It made them both very horny. The girls tried to comfort the guys by saying, “Let me look at your nuts just to make sure they’re okay.” They got to look at them again and the boys looked fine, but they probably wouldn't want to play this game again, at least for a while.