Matt and One Blow (job)
By Unknown
Jess felt adventurous today. Crop-top, miniskirt, shiny red manicure, beautiful blue eyes and blond hair — Jess was irresistible, and she knew it. As irresistible as she is insatiable for pleasure. She particularly favors one single source of pleasure — the man's balls. But besides the ordinary sex, she very much recognizes the pleasure of suffering balls. Bal-l-ls, n-n-nuts, eg-g-gs. Even in words, you can feel some tension. The tension of desire, but also the tension of fear: no matter how strong and self-assured a man is, when you take his balls in your hand, he always feels the nervousness that makes him get on the tips and inhale through his teeth. And of course, the tension of flesh. Did you ever squeeze a testicle? They're surprisingly resilient, you can go pretty far. Squeeze, squish, squash, hit, knee, blow, bite, chew, munch, stretch, pull, tug. The sensation of the testicles' elasticity, of its (futile) resistance is worth any trouble that you got yourself in for it. And of course, guys' reactions. All sorts of sounds, from grunting to screeching, all sorts of facial expressions from fury to loss of consciousness in the middle of begging to stop.
So, Jess was well accustomed to ballbusting. Usually, she'll go to some fetish site and quite easily find a pervert desperate enough to present his nuts to anonymous people. Few were even worth fuck, but many others had no idea what they bargained for. It's amazing how much one can overestimate himself when balls override the brain. Jess always loved that face of male mind reboot, a millisecond before his eggs got properly scrambled with her pretty foot.
But today she was adventurous. She wanted to hunt in the wild, so she sat there, in a shopping center café, looking for prey.
Matter is restless. He's a decent guy, but doesn't have any particular success among ladies. No serious relationships, occasional sex — far fewer than he needs. Two weeks ago, he read on some forum that long-term masturbation abstinence will miraculously make him more attractive. Ridiculous, of course, but desperate times demand desperate measures. So, after two weeks, he is in self-inflicted hell. Even the sound of a female voice makes him painfully hard, the perfume smell freezes him mid-thought. He sometimes skips crowded buses because of relentless erections. Every girl is a goddess — and like every goddess, is unreachable.
So today he sits here, in a shopping center café, and cannot take his eyes from the beautiful blonde at the remote table.
Jess has been sitting here for a long time already. She definitely catches eyes, but these eyes are cowards, and every man looks in any direction possible but not at her when she looks back. And then she sees him. Average guy at the remote table. He doesn't even try to disguise it, he openly stares. He is like deer in the headlights, he doesn't move, he seems breathless. And under the table, a shameless bulge — not so paralyzed, are we? Jess averts her eyes fast, not to scare the promising prey. Instead, she takes the spoon from her coffee, and licks it. Then again, she dips it in the coffee, takes it into the mouth, and now sucks it a little, turns from side to side with an expression of immense pleasure.
"Oh my God, Matt thinks, Oh fuck". This is the only thought he can form now. He could almost feel this gentle licking and sucking on his painfully hard dick. He would have come if he just touched it right now. Hell, even the weakest breeze will be enough. He would give up anything for switching places with this spoon. Unbeknownst to him, he will certainly give this gorgeous woman something that she will very much enjoy in a little while.
"Fish took the bait, Jess thinks." The funniest thing about all these poor perverts is that the moment you have them by their cock, they become the most naive children on God's green earth. You can lead them anywhere, and even if she brutally kicks some random man in the ball right now — this staring guy will still go with her. The hook must go deeper. She leaned over a little as if she'd going to stand up, to let the guy see her chest, dense and heavy. Let's not be monsters: after her, he won't be able to walk straight for who knows how long. He deserves a little treat. She stopped her movement for a little while, to let him savor the view, and then looked straight in his eyes.
Matt is in heaven. Her chest is perfection itself, every square inch of silk skin deserves genuine worship. To kiss each breast downwards to nipple, to gently suck a nipple and then go upwards to... Oh no, she noticed! She looks straight in his eyes! Matt squeezes his legs, did she see his erection? Shit-shit-shit what to do? He stared like a creep he is, is it harassment? She can... Is she not angry? Yes, she definitely saw everything, but she wasn't upset. She smiles, actually. Did she like what she saw? He spread his legs, the tent in his pants is in full view now. In reply, the beautiful blond bent over more and pressed her elbows onto her body, puffing out her chest. No way, Matt thinks, no fucking way, he is dreaming now. Impossible. Did this stupid advice work?
How desperate one should be to become this hopeless, Jess thinks. Poor guy looks like he can come right now. She can't bring him anywhere too far, he'll explode rubbing against his pants while walking. Here there are quite decent separate restrooms. But of course, not even remotely soundproof. Nobody designs restrooms for girls to obliterate testicles privately. So, long and loud play is out of the question. She could, of course, try to make him take his busted nuts like a man (yet), but even an involuntary cry is enough to attract attention. She has but one choice: to be as fast and deadly as she can. Either squeeze or hit with all her might, so even if she wants to knockout him, he would be incapacitated for sure. She shook her head, silently calling him to follow, turned over and let her ass do the job.
Matt didn't remember the walk. All he could see or think about was the bubble butt in which he dreamed of being drowned. One moment he looked at this ass, and the next thing he knew was the restroom door closing behind him. He and the goddess were face-to-face, centimeters apart. "I'm Matt, a-m-m-m," she interrupted him with a deep and needy kiss. He closed his eyes, lost in sensations. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, their lips bitten. She broke the kiss and kneeled. Matt was completely overwhelmed. With sharp movements, she unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants. Hard as rock, thick and veiny, glistening will precut already, Matt's dick sprung and meatily slammed against his abdomen. Under it, already drawn to the body by a tight wrinkly sack, two clean-shaven balls resided. What a waste, thought Jess. At different times, she would fuck his brains out, but now she had different hunger. She exhaled on the cock, it twitched. Precum has been leaking down the shaft, into neatly trimmed pubes. She gently circled his beanbag right behind his testicles, leaving them no room to go. She briefly looked up — Matt's eyes were still closed, he threw back his head and bit his lower lip.
With all her might, Jess struck his nuts with a punch that could break her own hand if she slammed something more solid than two tender fleshy orbs. It took milliseconds, but she'll remember everything as if she watched it for hours. When his fist landed on his sack, his testicles couldn't go anywhere — a tight ring of fingers locked just behind his balls prevented it, so each nut was doomed to absorb the full energy of a terrible punch. At the very contact, his eggs have been holding their general oval shape and only compressed. But as her fist drowned deeper and deeper in Matt's scrotum, his nuts started to deform and warp around her hand, filling gaps between her knuckles and next - between her very fingers. His nut flesh, displaced to the edges of Jess' fist, stretched the scrotum skin so much that it glistened for a moment, reflecting lamps. Balls squeezed more and more, more and more — to a half, to a third, to a quarter of their original volume, resisting with all their structure to Jess' merciless blow, but losing this battle at every border. To fifth - at this stage, something inside his left, bigger nut started to give up a little. Not permanent damage yet, but it will definitely take some time to heal. Jess actually is pretty strong, and doesn't know how much damage the bullock can take. It is pretty tough, but how exactly? When she decided to put everything on a single blow, she could easily overestimate Matts' nuts structure integrity. Poor guy can end up one or even two eggs lighter.
One sixth volume of a beanbag, and righty started to give too. It's a little smaller, so until this moment it is just painfully but otherwise harmlessly compressed. Half an hour and it would be okay. But now — now it will hurt days. Lefty is on the point of no return. A little more power — and Matt will be altered forever.
One seventh. Righty injury deepens, but lefty - lefty will bear the mark of this blow for the rest of its life. It's other layer will be irreversibly weakened — and now Matt's big left nut will be slightly softer forever. From now, Matt will feel every time that his right testicle will accidentally squeeze itself into its brother. Any woman that will ever squeeze this pair will notice the difference, but few will understand the cause. Matt will never know, but the sperm count of his left testicle will be permanently reduced. Illustration has become a real possibility. When the testicle crushes, you can hear a soft meaty POP, and suddenly you don't feel any resistance. Nearly instantly, half of a sack with a former ball became a soft sphere, filled with testicular soup...
A-a-and stop. Jess is strong, but not this strong. Matts balls aren't just grapes. On the one seventh of their original volume, his testicles won a chance to give Matt a child.
When the strike came, Matt had his eyes closed tight, trying to stop cumming and enjoying an unbelievable no-fap-marathon miracle as long as he could. It was the Big Bang that created a whole universe of blinding, white-hot pain inside his throbbing nuts. He could think, couldn't see, couldn't breathe, he couldn't even exist. He fainted almost instantly. He didn't even try to shield his balls with his hands — he continued to unconsciously hold onto the walls. His body bent forward, bent knees got up, and his face showed absolute agony. His eyes opened to their limits, his pupils became dots, his brown iris was trembling. A blank unseeing gaze. His mouth was a big round O, froze in a silent scream. If you listen carefully, you can hear tiny, impossibly high-pitched "a-a-a-a" — spasmed lungs push air through the spammed throat.
Did you ever see how tall buildings are demolished? Usually, they lay an explosive charge on the first floor or foundation, so the building falls into itself fast and relatively clean. Matts cock was just like this: despite being on the verge of cumming, it didn't shoot its load. Jess sometimes made other guys cum from bust, but in Matt's case, his dick instantly surrendered and fell on the right absolutely flaccid less than a second after the "explosion on the first floor."
Jess was in ecstasy. The face, the rigid body, the silent scream, the borderline crushed testicles in her hand — a perfect match. She was in love for a moment. Now, it's she who was on the verge of cumming - a little push was all she needed. She didn't mind if this little push would finally do the job and his nuts would crack for real, that she could leave the guy with nothing but a mush-filled sack between his legs — she actually didn't think about his reproductive future at all. She just squeezed.
That squeeze short-circuited some nerve inside Matt. Some straight balls-to-dick path. A muscle inside him tensed, and pushed his semen out. It started as a single drop on the tip of his dick. It was more like a clot — his cum was thick as sour cream, it was two concentrated weeks of a spunk. Jess had never seen cum so white and thick. Trillions of Matt's unborn children — and every one of them was concussed by the blow. Due to his left ball now reduced sperm count, this will be the most virile, the best cum he will ever produce from his damaged testicles. The semen pearl grew and grew. "Plop," it dropped on his thigh. "Plop, plop, plop," what started with a drop became a continuous leak from a flaccid, broken faucet of a cock.
This pushed Jess over the edge. She swam on the waves of pleasure, up and down. Each wave made her squeeze Matts's nuts unconsciously, but weakly enough not to damage them further. An incredible feeling filled her from head to toe. She was out of this reality.
When orgasm subsided, she didn't know how much time had passed. She sat on the floor, calm, joyful and relaxed. Matt sat in the restroom, calm and relaxed — but definitely not joyful. Still out cold, thank God. His testicles were crimson red with a huge blue bruise right in the center. Both balls were badly swollen, the left nearly two times larger than the right. She squeezed both of them, trying to determine the damage. They were hot and huge, dense with blood — but the left was somewhat softer. Nevertheless, both seemed intact, readily returning to their round shape after she let them go.
She decided to leave a parting gift. Not for the guy, of course, just a little funny thing for someone who'll find him next. She took his Snickers off and tied each to their respective ball. Not tight enough to seriously restrict blood flow, but enough to shoes not just fall off. Now his swollen and bruised balls have become genuine low-hangers. She took a photo.
"Well, thank you, Matt. You definitely know how to please a woman, Jess thought". She was fully satisfied with her hunt. "May your nuts survive this day."
She opened the door and left.