Attempted Rape Revenge

by Nutwreckr

Michelle was a teen-age girl from Detroit. "Shell" as her friends call her has short red hair and a pale skin complexion with freckles. She’s not a very big girl, weighing in at 114 pounds and barely over 5' 1" in height. Her slim frame mirrors those in the sit-com "90210". Shell had taken karate for years as her father insisted growing up in the tough neighborhoods in the downtown district. She, up until this one night, had no use for the sport and though of it as useless.

Late one night while Shell was studying at a local library she noticed an older boy, probably in his mid-teens, watching her. She changed tables a couple of time and he would soon show up, always partially out of her view. When the library closed she lost sight of him and assumed that he went home. Shell made her way down the darkly lit streets on the wrong side of the tracks. Every so often she had the feeling that someone was following her. She grew nervous the more she walked. All of a sudden the sound of crashing tin cans made Shell jump and turn quickly towards the source of the noise. A gray, shabby cat starred back at her in response. She knew she was worried about nothing as she made her way quickly down the sidewalk.

When Shell reached the bus stop, a bench and a small sign along side of the street she found herself alone waiting for the ride. As she settled into the cold bench she heard nothing. This bus stop was on the back side of a long route that has little passengers. Out of the dark approached the teen boy from the library. Shell did not notice him. He was wearing black sweats and T-shirt. His worn tennis shoes made no sound as he scuffled along without destination. Tay-Ray, as his gang calls him, was heavyset. He spent his day lifting weights and bragging to the gang of his "victories". As a gangster in a notorious slum section of town, his daily routine involved answering his pager, collecting money from clients and moving the streets most prized product...crack. Tay has shot 2 other gangsters and raped 2 girls from rival gangs. His disposition was 'Fuck the world!'

As Tay rounded the corner of the building facing the bus stop he stopped and stared at the prize he saw in the library earlier. His plan was simple, walk up and sit down and see what she does. If she waited too long to get up, he thought to himself, "She MUST want it!" So with a quick motion he stepped out onto the sidewalk and approached the bench. Startled by the action Shell looks up and sits stunned that HE was standing, and now sitting, next to her. She looked to the left and then the right, shifty and nervous. Tay sat only a couple of feet away counting the seconds. Shell debated getting up to leave.

"But where will I go?" her mind raced. "If I walk away I might miss the bus, which would leave me in real trouble. Besides he hasn't done anything anyway... he might just be OK and I can forget it."

Before Shell can complete her thought decision Tay scooted closer and said "Hey baby, want some action tonight?" Shell now confirmed her previous thoughts and looked down at the sidewalk in silence. Tay spoke up louder this time while he grabbed her arm, "Hey! You hear me?" Shell looked at him and looked away shaking her head. "Well I think you want it tonight..." Tay slid his hand down to Shell’s crotch and pinched her slightly. Tay’s hand made her jump a little and she grabbed his arm to push it away. The young rebel pinched Shell’s pussy harder to a point where it hurts her. Without hesitation she jumped up and yanked his hand from her jeans.

She stood to face him and said, "Finger yourself asshole!" and walked over to the front of the building.

Tay, stunned, got up slowly and approached her saying, "Hey girl, you don't have to play hard to get.........” Shell warned him that he better stay away or he'd regret it. Tay ignored the warning and walks closer.

Shell said, " STOP RIGHT THERE OR YOU'LL PAY!"

Tay smiled and stopped and replied, "Right on baby... I like it physical." As he approached closer Shell prepped herself for a frontal kick. Six, five and four feet away he closed in.

“HIIIYAAAA!” she yelled snap kicking the attacker in the stomach with pin point accuracy.

"Ughh," Tay grunted as he doubled over. He straightened quickly and rushed Shell like a football player after the ball snap. He grabbed her in a bear hug with her arms trapped by her side in his grip. The next move caught Shell off guard, as Tay picked up her small frame and dropped her onto his knee hard. Her pussy impacted his muscular thigh and the pain shot to her crotch! He picked her up again and dropped her harder onto his knee, which forced a sharp cry from the captive girl.

As he picked her up again she bellowed, "Noooooo pleeassseee nooot aagain." And he unmercifully dropped her again this time letting her free from his bear hug. He was on one knee on the sidewalk with Shell balanced on his knee. Her eyes started to water as she, by the weight of her own body, ground her bruised pussy onto his thigh.

Shell fell off to the side onto the hard cement. “But this is better than the previous,” she thought to herself. She quickly formulated a plan and mumbled to her assailant, "Okay, okay, I will do what ever you want...." Tay smiled in response. He told her to peel off her jeans and get into position. Shell sat up and unbuttoned the front of her 501s, lifted her butt off the ground and slid them off. She was wearing a thin panty with a G-string. Tay commanded her to take it off. She pulled it off reluctantly and set it aside. Her pubic hair was blonde and trimmed to a thin strip ending at her lips. Tay barked out commands.

"GET INTO POSITION! YOU KNOW, DOGGY STYLE!" As Shell rolled over to her knees she looked at Tay dropping his drawers ready and willing. Tay as she noticed is normal in cock size but had two very large testicles.

As he knelt to mount her Shell softly mentioned, "Let me guide it in..." She reached her hand between her legs for his cock. Tay leaned back a little to let her get what she wants. Shell caressed his cock to full hardness and she started to pull him to her exposed pussy. As the tip of his cock touched her awaiting lips she let go and reached farther back... for his BALLS! Shell gripped them in a nut claw, digging her nails into his sack.

Tay arched back in surprise and yelling, "ARRGGHHHH LET GO OF MY NUTS BITCH! Shell bore down harder making him beg and whimper. As he winced in the pain that she was giving his balls, she quickly switched hands and turned to face him.

With one mighty shove to his chest, Shell pushed the boy backwards making him brace himself with both arms. "Remember pinching my cunt lips asshole?!" Shell snapped at him gripping down harder on his captive meatballs. Tay’s eyes rolled up and he nodded quickly. "Well how does this feel? Your cock is getting smaller and your nuts are starting to give. What should I do?" Tay eyes started to water as Shells nails dug deeper into his pressured nuts. Shell started to roll them roughly in her hand watching Tay’s head tremble.

"Please lady I didn't mean anything... aaaaAAAAA," Tay replied. Tay wasn't a smart guy but he knew that if his arms failed supporting him his balls would be yanked off by his captor. Shell let go of Tay’s crimped testicles and he fell on his back in relief. His legs were spread letting his balls hang low between his legs.

Shell thought of the pain her pussy endured and said, "Remember dropping me on my pussy?" Tay looked on. "Well try this on for size..." Shell dropped her right knee into Tay’s crotch bunching his balls into his scrotum squished in his crotch.

"UUUUGHHHH!!!!" Tay shouts in return. His hands went to her knee holding it, hoping that she didn't lean in to crush them even more.

"Feels good, don't it!" Shell barked as she ground her knee into his now swelling balls. "Wanna fuck me now?" Shell smirks. Shell got up and stood above Tay as he massaged his bruised nuts. "Hope you learned something," Shells said, warning him.

As Shell bent to grab her panties and jeans Tay’s hands shot up and grabbed her pussy lips and pubic hair in one grip. Shell in surprise dropped to her knees alongside of Tay as he dug his thumbnail into her stiff pink clit. The pain shot to her pussy as he manhandled her already bruised pussy lips. Shell fell to her back and was positioned '69' style to the side of Tay. She reached over to his exposed balls and grabbed his scrotum just above his testes into her fist as she yanked them while she rolled towards him. Tay pinched Shells clit tightly between his thumb and forefinger like a crab with its prey. Shell winced and moaned as Tay’s fingers worked her raw clit harder. When Shell got her attention back to the large balls in her left fist she reached her right arm back and landed a punch impacting Tay’s balls head on. His balls crushed between her hard knuckled fist and her left hand. Tay immediately dropped his hands and begged her to stop. Shell wound up and slammed her fist again into his softening balls. ‘SMASH!’ the sound emitted from his crotch. Tay wailed for her to stop and Shell continued without compassion. Slam, Slam, Slam she pounded his balls into a mash. After the 5th or 6th punch Tay passed out cold. Shell stopped, holding his pulverized testicles in her left hand to admire her work. She had never crushed a guy’s nuts before, not to mention beating a pair to a pulp. The mushy sac made her smile. The sight of his shriveled cock and slight cum drooling from it made her feel complete. She used her fingers to squeeze the pulp sac in-between her fingers knowing the manhood of a teen-age guy was taken by her that night.

As she gathered her belongings, the bus she was waiting for pulled up and she tucked herself in. Stepping onto the bus she found a mostly full bus. After selecting her seat, Shell looked out the window, as most of the bus riders did by this time. They gawked at the young male lying on the sidewalk facing them, passed out and his crushed genitals proudly displayed hanging low between his legs. Most guys on the bus crossed their legs, while the women smiled as the bus pulled out of sight.

Anna Lee: A nice ending story...

by unknown

I remember high school science class, Anna was a tall, Kate Moss thin girl with no major distinctions. She had a normal face and body with smaller than most sized tits. She was temperamental in disposition. That is to say that she got pissed off when things didn't go her way. She was known to pull other girls hair, bitch slap them or knee them in the crotch! In gym class, if guys got rough with her she would inevitably knee them in the balls. For a couple of years I have noticed that she has the propensity to knee guys with big balls. I know this because they are the ones who show off in the shower. Walking around naked or with their shirt on after showering was a common way to demonstrate their manly size. Apparently talk would get around that so-and-so was sporting some new, post-pubescent testes. Or maybe their girlfriends bragged to their clan about it.

A guy named Glen transferred from some small, Hoboken town in the south. He wore overalls everyday to school. He looked like the stereotypical hillbilly. Bushy un-combed hair, barrel-chested, he maybe weighed 200 lbs. He stood 6'3" tall and was not one to start a rumble with. His mannerisms were shy and he kept to himself. After gym one day I noticed him removing his shorts and jock in one motion. As he leaned over his balls squeezed themselves between his legs and popped out behind him, facing me. They were HUGE! They had to be the size of small lemons or the biggest farm eggs I have ever seen. The sack that held them was thin like chicken skin and they looked like fat, mini-footballs strained. When he stood up they disappeared again and he turned to take a shower. I quickly undressed and headed for the shower myself. I was careful not to let him catching me get an eyeful, as I didn't want to find out what his payback method was. I couldn't help but peek at them hanging low between his legs like two plumbs in a freezer bag. His cock was shriveled back but looked unusually fat as well. The outer skin wrinkled and trying to cover his purple head.

I toweled off and got dressed and headed for my next class, science. Glen showed up and was assigned to Anna as her lab partner. They hit it off well. After a few weeks I figured she would have heard about his large jewels and wanted a piece of the pie. I was invited to a booze party Friday night and I asked Glen in class if he wanted to go. He agreed and I decided to ask Anna, considering Glen agreed to as well. She said she really WOULD like to go.

The party started at about 7:00pm and most people were drunk by 10:30pm. There was cheap beer on tap, cheap whiskey poured into a garbage can with who knows what else making it a punch and some vodka. People were jamming to the hard rock tunes and making out on the couch, bedrooms and front lawn. When Glen arrived, Anna was already talking with her friends in the kitchen. They ribbed her to ask him upstairs for some one-on-one. She did and they disappeared to one of the bedrooms.

I was curious to see if she was going to put out or help herself to his manhood. I asked one of Anna's girlfriends (a cute blonde) to go with me upstairs. I was desperate to see what was going to happen. I looked quietly in each room to see which one they were in, pretending to select a private cove. They ended up in the back bedroom and we let ourselves in and went to the corner. We started to make out and I positioned myself so that I could look at them on the bed. They were drinking and talking about their secret fantasies. Anna belted out that she wanted to see his big balls she had heard about. Glen, being pretty shy, turned red at the request. Anna said he could slip "it" in her pussy if he would take his overalls off and show her his goods. Glen lit up when he knew he would get some pussy just for dropping his drawers. When I heard Anna gasp loudly I knew she saw his nuts flop out of his overalls. She stared like I did before reaching out to hold them. They were larger than any she had seen before. EVER!

She took one in each hand and gently massaged them in her palms. She laid Glen on his back and straddled him with her facing his feet. She took his swelling member between her legs and guided... tried to push, shove, stuff that growing thing in. The head was so slippery with her pussy juice it flopped around and wouldn't go it. I heard a shriek when she looked down at the fattening cock in her hands. It was the size of a jumbo cucumber. She tried to mount it but the head was so fat her pussy wouldn't accept it. She then decided that he would not screw her that night.

Glen, in frustration grabbed her hair and pulled her back to him and asked what was the problem. Anna, perturbed that he was so blunt, said it was too big and she wasn't going through with it. "A deal is a deal" Glen insisted and told her to resume to position. Anna was turning red and apparently thought this was a good idea. She turned again to his feet, her pussy positioned over his resting log and balls. She then took each ball like before and rolled them around in her hands. Glen took his cock in his hands and pressed the bulbous head into her awaiting hole. She grimaced in pain when he pushed it in further. She then gripped down on each ball hard causing Glen to lay back in surprise "aaaaaAAAHHHHH" he moaned.

"What's the matter big boy... bitch got your balls?" Anna snapped back. Glen just lay there as she worked over his meatballs. She would take both hands, fold her fingers like she was praying around one lone ball and apply a squeezing hold. Glen was in trouble but he didn't look like his manhood was about to be crushed by a young girl 1/3 his weight. In fact he sort of looked like he was enjoying the ball play. Anna would change tactics and try to get him to yell or moan. Just then I heard a scream like I had never heard before. A scream that would most likely wake the dead. Anna was screaming at the top of her lungs when Glen apparently pulled out his cock and rammed it into her ass! People from other rooms ran in to see what the commotion was all about. Glen sank his thick meat deep into Anna's tight pink hole and she was hurting. She tried to retaliate by sending her fists into his unprotected, low hanging balls, but with no avail. Glen responded by grabbing her around her waist with both arms locked together.

Anna was squirming around on his stick only half way inserted. But it must have felt like a baseball bat with the fat end jammed up her ass by the panicky motions. She sent fist after fist mauling his nuts; each impact making Glen jump a little each time and making the his cock sink in a little more as well. It was a viscous circle, Anna pounding on the meaty balls and Glen reacting with pelvic motions that would push his thick stick even further up her highway. The couple made quite a spectacle. Almost everybody from the party jammed into the bedroom for a look at the entertainment. Some guys were holding their own balls in the visual pain and others were cheering him on. Anna grabbed his left nut in both hands and proceeded to apply her own version of the ball vice. When her fingers were locked together she wrapped them around the ball and sank her thumbs down into the trapped fruit.

That got Glens' attention as he bucked and twisted in pain from the pressure. The crowd was going wild. Some were chanting for Anna and some for Glen. Glen was mustering up the strength and started to pull Anna down even further on this pole. It was a match of pain to pain. Anna had tears flowing but maintained her grip with increasing pressure. Glen, his mouth open wide as if swallowing a sword, tried to maintain his pulling power. Just then Glen’s nut must have given in and collapsed as he heaved and rammed his bone to the hilt in Anna's once tight ass. She passed out and fell backward on to him exposing her pussy to the crowd. I am told her pussy was glistening wet with her cum running down onto Glen’s ball sack. His thick rod clearly separated her small ass cheeks and it looked like she sat on one of those orange pylon cones. Glenn still conscious but dazed by his crushed ball actually started to buck his hips back and forth, stuffing his cock in and out of Anna's stretched bunghole. He was building momentum and the crowd clapped in sync with his thrusts.

"IN..... IN..... IN..... IN...." the chanting continued as he pumped her ass for all to see. A few moments later his face went pale and he passed out cold. He apparently orgasmed and was struck by the bolt of pain in his left ball. Glen and Anna both lay there motionless. Later in the morning, Glen woke to find his soft prick still stuffed up Anna's ass. He felt the cum rush out when he pulled it out and ran down her cheek onto the bed. He got dressed and limped away groaning and moaning as he left the room. Anna sat up in bed as he left knowing that there was still that one ball left!

Anissa

by unknown

Anissa couldn't stand her stepbrother Eric. He was a horny 18-year-old with no life. Whenever her cheerleading friends came over, Eric would stand around leering at them. The girls didn't mind, as it gave them the chance to 'accidentally' kick him in the balls. Eric would wander in, staring at the bouncing breasts of the cheerleaders, and he would inevitably wander to close and a cheerleader’s foot would land in his groin. The girls would have a good laugh as Eric lay on the ground clutching his sore balls. Anissa was growing tired of Eric though. He was constantly trying to spy on her and jerking off. So, she and her friend Kristen came up with a plan to get rid of him...

"Hi Eric." Eric looked up from the TV to see Kristen standing before him topless. Her large, full breasts jiggled slightly as she walked over to him. He stood up, eyes locked on her breasts.

"Uuuuuhhhh"

"I take it you like my tits?" she said. Eric nodded his head. Kristen reached out and took his hands, placing them on her breasts.

"That better?" she asked. Eric nodded again. Kristen reached down and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor and fondled his dangling balls. She grabbed a hold of his hands and looked into his eyes, smiling.

"Tell me how this feels." she said, and rammed her knee into his balls. Eric groaned and bent over. He tried to cover his balls with his hands, but Kristen kept a tight grip on them. She laughed as she kneed him again. She rammed her knee into his injured balls a third time and he crumpled to his knees, too weak to struggle anymore. Kristen drew back her foot and slammed it into his balls and then let go of his hands. Eric curled up into a ball, whimpering and moaning.

"Well, Eric, it was good for me, how about you?" she laughed. Anissa walked in from the hallway where she had been watching. She stood over Eric, smiling down at him.

"Tsk, Tsk, Eric. I can't believe you tried to rape Kristen,” said Anissa.

"Yeah Eric, it's too bad I had to bust your balls in self-defense." said Kristen. Eric could only moan in response. The girls started giggling.

"Your nuts are ours. When we're done witth your little balsies, there won't be much left of them. And when we say it was all in self-defense, no one will question our story. All our friends will back will tell how you're always leering at us, and even my mom will tell what a sick pervert you are!"

Eric started crying. "Please, no..."

Kristen grabbed his nutsack and gave it a squeeze. "Quit whining."

"You know Kristen, I think he really wants his balls busted. All those times we kicked him before, even an idiot like Eric had to figure out it wasn't on accident. A kick to the nuts is probably the only action he's ever gotten."

"Which nut do you want Anissa?" asked Kristen.

"Hmmm, I'll take the right one. You better hold him." Kristen grabbed Eric's hands and held them out of the way. He struggled briefly, but he was still too weak to resist. Anissa pulled a pair of pliers out of her pocket. She grabbed his nutsack and squeezed his right nut into the bottom of the sack, isolating it. Eric was whimpering and begging her to stop.

"Oh shut up! It's not like were ever going to have sex, you pathetic loser! This is the only way you would ever give a woman any pleasure." Anissa clamped the pliers on Eric's nut. "Here goes!" She slowly started squeezing down. The ball was tightly outlined in the sack. She could see it start to flatten from the pressure. Eric's eyes were bugging out and he started screaming a thin, high-pitched scream. She squeezed the handles of the pliers as hard as she could and his ball popped. Eric's whole body spasmed and he passed out. She could see the remains of his ball squish out from between the jaws of the pliers. She squeezed the pulpy remains. Anissa reached between her own legs. The crotch of her panties was soaked.

"God that was great! I just had an orgasm!" Anissa and Kristen switched places. Anissa slapped her stepbrother awake. Kristen knelt between Eric's legs. She leaned forward and sucked his remaining nut into her mouth. She swished it around, feeling it with her tongue. She started chewing on it, squeezing it between her molars and letting it squirt out of the way at the last minute. Each time her teeth closed down on his nut, Eric's body twitched. Finally, she tired of playing with him, and positioned his ball between her molars. She reached between her legs and started fingering her pussy. She looked up at Eric as he gazed down at her in horror. Kristen chomped down hard, crushing his ball. As it popped it squirted out from between her teeth. She chomped down again and again, grinding the remains of Eric's manhood into a squishy mess. She spit pulpy mess out of her mouth, moaning in ecstasy as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her. After a few minutes, the girls got up and started to prepare things for when the police arrived...

After The Swim Match

by unknown

I have fond memories of trying to sneak into the girls’ locker room after a swim match.

Our match was over by 8:30 pm and it was going on 10,and I was the only guy left from our team. Somehow my horny little body got the best of me and I started to peak into the girl’s locker room.

Well the door was open and there were four girls getting dressed and the woman’s swim coach was sitting on one of the benches and they were all laughing and talking about the victory that the boys and girls teams enjoyed that night. We were good and everyone from the girls and boys team knew each other and we got along great, just like sisters and brothers, yet we would joke back and forth and complain about the skimpy swim suits we all had to wear. The girl’s suits showed just as much as ours; you could see every outline of every part we owned. As it was it was not unusual to walk by and even stop to chat as we would get dressed; it just didn't seem to matter… until that night.

I was standing in the doorway, just to the side and I was just enjoying the view as my little hard-on was getting harder and harder thru my Speedo suit.. I was just enjoying the view of some nice young tight bodies and the coach, being 24 years old was in nice shape too.

When the coach saw me by door and I quickly turned to walk towards the boys showers when she said, "Hey, D is here. Come on in. You did a great job tonight, didn't he girls?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room and then it hit her. She looked down at my hard-on trying to rip thru my trunks and said, "Oh my, you’ve been watching us haven’t you? Just how long have you been standing there D? You know we warned you boys about peeking and I told the girls the same thing. I don't care what you do on your own time but I won't have you boys, or the girls, allowing your hormones to get in the way of the meets!" The girls were giggling and laughing as I the Coach was holding my hand. I was red as a beet, embarrassed, and my free hand was in front of me trying to hide my hard-on.

"Now I thing we need to teach D a lesson don't we girls?" as the coach stepped to my side and grabbed my free hand and pulled my arms to each side, completely exposing my obvious hard-on to all the girls. "See girls, he's excited to see us!"

They all laughed and I was saying "I'm sorry coach. I was just walking by… really... I'm sorry… I didn’t mean to, “ One girl still had her suit on, one was completely naked and the other two had their bra and panties on. The coach must have been just about ready to shower as she had her skirt on but her blouse was open exposing a great laced bra.

"Well come on girls, line up and give D a good look. Come on, stand right in front of him so he can get an eyeful." The coach let go of my arms. "Now stand right there D and I want your hands to your sides." The girls were laughing and stood in front of me. I didn’t know if I was in heaven, but I did know that I wasn't going to get off that easy. The coach then stood in front of the girls and said, "Now you’ve seen what you were after, but I bet you haven’t seen a grown woman before have you?"

With that, the girls stopped laughing and their eyes widened as the coach slipped off her skirt and blouse... god she had a great body! "Now girls this is what I have said about the boys. Look at those things between his legs (as she grabbed each of my knees with her hands and spread my legs apart). Don't you move D, I'm making a point!"

"See how they get excited? That’s why we can beat them in the matches. Their body dynamics are not smooth like ours. Now if we could just keep them soft... this," then she mildly struck my cock and balls with the back of her hand, "would not be an issue in the pool or in the locker room!" I doubled over just a bit as it was more a surprise for me than it hurt and the girls were all laughing now.

"Now girls, don't you think we owe it to D to help him get rid of that ugly hard-on so he can be slim and trim in the water for his team? And I think you think we need to teach D that trying to sneak a peek at the girls locker room has its price!" The girls were laughing and they were all saying, "Yes, coach."

"Then Kathy, come over here and hold D's right arm. Diane, come over and hold his left arm. Amy, hold his right leg out and Kim come over here and hold his left leg out. What do you think we should with you D?" The girls were holding my legs and arms apart and then Kathy smacked my ass with her free hand and the coach laughed. "I think we’re on the right track girls!" She walked behind me and pulled my trunks down so that my front was still covered but my ass was bare and she slapped me several times, only making me harder.

"I'll tell you what were going to do D. I think you need a good kick in the balls to help you control your hard-on, to teach you a lesson and to help you trim up for your team. You just can't swim like that and expect to win; it’s just going to get in the way, so, really this is for your own good." The girls were now silent, and then they tightened their grip on me and Kathy said, "Yes, kick his balls! Can we all kick his balls coach?"

I was pleading and begging, shaking and saying I was sorry, but the coach lifted my chin with her hands. "This really is for your own good D, and I can bet you won't be peeking in our locker room when were done now, do you?"

I said, “No ma’am, just don't hurt my balls, pleeeease, “

"Alright girls, each of you get one turn at his balls, but I only want you to use your knees. No kicks, he's got a meet in two days and he has to win. Now I'll go first and watch me and do the same thing and then we'll rotate."

The coach walked in front of me and reached out and grabbed my cock and pulled it to the side and slowly slid her knee up to my balls. "Ready D?” I was shaking so bad that the girls were holding me up. "Now count girls and help him to stand up after I knee his balls. One…two... THREE!" Her knee slammed right into both my balls and she was pulling my cock. The girls were holding me up and I doubled over but couldn't fall down. My balls felt like they were on fire! “There D, that wasn't so bad was it? Only four more to go!"

"Come on Kathy, your turn” The coach took Kathy's place holding me and Kathy moved in front of me. "Alright Kathy, I'm going to pull his cock out of the way again so his balls are ready…" I still had my trunks on and the coach grabbed my bent hard-on to the side and Kathy's knee came slowly up to my balls and she was shaking too, "Come on, Kathy... on three."

Kathy had this look on her face, "But coach, doesn’t this hurt him a lot? I mea... maybe we should just…"

The coach laughed, "You’re going to learn Kathy, that a guys balls can take a lot, and you’re going to like being in control. Come on, he'll be fine. Won't you D?"

Then Kathy looked straight into my eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry,"

"Come on… one… two… THREE!” and Kathy drove her knee into my balls and as I doubled over this look came over her face and she was smiling!

"Oh god coach! That was great! That felt so great! Can I do it again? Pleassseeee?"

"No Kathy, come on let the other girls have their turn." Then I had to take three more knees and all the while the girls were laughing more and more and the coach was pulling my cock out of the way...I was getting harder not softer!

"Alright girls let him go." I slid to the floor holding my balls, and to my surprise, wasn't that much in pain The first knee was the worst and hurt the worst and the second was bad, but the last ones were all pretty much the same.

The coach sat next to me on a bench. "Are you ok D? Now that wasn't sooo bad was it? Maybe we should do this once a month for you, what do you think?"

"Come on girls, the funs over. Get dressed and go home, I'll sit with D until he's ready to go." After a half hour the girls were gone and I was sitting on the bench beside the coach drinking orange juice she had given me.

"Now you know why I had to do this don’t you?" I said yes. "But it still looks like you haven’t learned to control your hard-on. There's nothing wrong with having a hard-on D, but there is a time and place for everything and swim meets and locker rooms are not them. Now stand up." I stood up and the coach was sitting on the bench facing me and she slid my trunks down and I stepped out of them.

She took my hand and we headed to her office and she had me sit in her chair, “Now this IS going to hurt, but understand it’s for your own good." She took off her bra in front of me, put it around my waist backwards and pulled my cock up and snapped the bra around me so that my cock was trapped under the bra, holding my cock up and to the right. She walked around to the back of the chair and said, "Now spread your legs dear.” She bent over the chair and her wonderful breasts were against my neck and face and she reached both of her hands down to my balls. “Come on now, spread your legs.” She slapped each of my thighs. "Now close your eyes if want to, this is going to really hurt.” She balled her right hand up in a fist in front of me and slowly arched it down to my balls, her left hand cupped my balls and she slowly arched her right fist up and down to my balls and then WHAM! WHAM! “I said spread your legs!" WHAM!

Then I was on the floor in front of the chair holding my burning balls, looking I-know stupid having a hard-on trapped by her bra around me! “Alright on your knees D. Come on, you can do it. Come on baby, do it for me. Let's just get this over with. Come on baby, on your knees” She got down on her knees in from of me and reached between my legs and pulled them apart, then she lifted and slammed her right knee into my balls and I fell into her. She rolled me over to my side and forced my legs apart and started to beat my balls with her fist until she couldn’t hold my legs apart any more She stood up and I looked at her and she just smiled She was sweating and breathing hard; she reached down and undid her bra from me and smiled when as she did. I came as hard as I ever had in my life and have never since that time.

We had a great summer that year and then college and then just memories. I never saw her again after that great last year and the wonderful summer and have never been able to connect with the girls in the locker room, but if all I have is those great memories, they have and will last for many more years, if people will wonder why I smile.

Accidents, Accidents

by unknown

It was a cold afternoon. I was home with my husband and son, who was 15 years old. Everyone was sipping on hot cocoa and enjoying the fire. I was still feeling cold, though, and I asked my son to throw a blanket over me. When he came by and threw the blanket over me I didn't notice him and reclined back. My foot hit him firmly in his right testicle; I could feel it clearly. My husband was in the kitchen and didn't hear the commotion. He hit the ground in pain and I immediately rose up to see if he was okay. I apologized profusely and helped him up. He said it was okay and limped back to his chair. We sat down as if nothing had happened. I noticed something though. I was so turned on! My son was in pain and what I really NEEDED to do was put him in more pain!

Over the next few months, whenever I had my son alone at home or outside, it didn't matter; I would somehow manage to rack his balls in creative ways. One time I busted him when we were in Sears shopping for back to school clothes. He was looking at some shirts just behind me and I "accidentally" dropped my purse. I reached down to pick it up and let my right leg swing up rather hard. The heel foot dug into the bottom of his balls. He squealed and hit the ground. I picked up the purse and turned around with a surprised look on my face. I touched his balls to make sure they weren't broken and apologized like crazy. He was all right and I continued on.

Another time, I busted him when we were outside by the pool. I was sweeping some grit off the side while he was using a skimmer on top of the pool to pick up leaves. Well, I swung the handle of the broom right through his legs with perfect aim. I totally missed everything but the two balls. The smack was very loud. He fell into the pool in pain. I once again helped him and checked his balls. I apologized as usual and we went on our way.

One night, I was in the mood for a bust and wandered into his room at night. He was asleep on the floor, which was a habit of his. His legs were spread out in front of me and he was wearing boxers. The hole in the boxers was wide open which showed his magnificent package. Great balls, large dick, he was everything a woman would want physically and I wanted to kick that package! I figured my excuse would be that I came in to make sure he was sleeping okay and tripped on something on the floor and kicked his balls accidentally. I started to approach him and as I did I tripped on something. I fell forward and extended my leg to catch myself. I landed firmly on his right ball, which produced a popping sound. He gurgled and looked like he fell into unconsciousness. I bent down and felt his sac. Oh my God! I burst one of his balls! We had to take him to an emergency room that night to have the pulpy mass removed. I was horrified by popping his ball at first but it was now an extreme turn on. I paid a nurse off so she would bring me the liquid that was once his testicle. She brought it to me in a jar with a smile and a wink. I immediately put it in my purse and we took my son home the next day.

He had to stay in bed for the next week. I amused myself by sneaking sips of the blood-cum that was in the jar for the next few days. It tasted bad, but just thinking how I burst it with the sole of my foot turned me on and then to think of ingesting what was left brought me to orgasm! Pretty soon, the jar was empty and I was bored. All I had was masturbation and that was wearing thin fast! I decided I was going to come out and tell my son about my fetish... but in my own special way. He was still at home in bed, not going to school. I called him out of his room since he could manage to hobble short distances. He reached the living room and I saw his shock when he saw me in black lingerie with black stockings and garters with no shoes lying on the couch. The soles of my feet were facing him. He asked, "Mom, what's going on?" I told him, "Son, I have a confession to make. You remember all the times I hurt your testicles? Well, I did it on purpose. I love to kick balls. Bursting your testicle was orgasmic for me. I'm afraid I need the other." I could see the horror in his eyes. He started to back away. I got up and since he was so slow from his ordeal I reached him very quickly. I shot my foot directly up into his crotch and that was the end of his second ball. I heard the pop again. I had no idea I'd be able to do it with just on kick. I orgasmed right then and there. He fainted. I tore open his stitches and extracted the pulp. I jarred it up for later. I knew I couldn't let anyone know about this. I put on some normal clothes and went out for a couple of hours. I knew my husband wouldn't be back until eleven at night because he had to work on a big project at work. When I came back from hours of shopping my son had died from loss of blood. I felt bad about my son's death, but I needed his ball.

The investigators assumed he'd wandered out of his room and slipped; hitting his head and ripping his stitches open, bleeding to death. Sounds like a good way to end some fun to me. Now I have to find more balls. I guess my husband will do, for a while anyway.

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…