THE JOCK
The 5th period bell rang, and I climbed out of the pool. P.E. had always been my favorite class, and swimming my favorite sport. Being one of the best swimmers on the school’s swim team, I could outswim most of the rest of the class, and I loved showing off to the girls in his class.
Of course, my athletic prowess wasn’t the only thing I got to show off. I’d often catch one of them staring at my Speedo, a smirk across her face. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, and more than once, I’d manage to turn a quick giggle or glance down south into something more, skipping 6th and sneaking away into a stall or closet for some more private fun.
Today, I caught Michelle staring at the goods, her mouth agape and a line of drool forming at the corner. Michelle was a sweet blond, with an ass like an apple and tight, firm tits. She always tried to convince people that the stories they hear about cheerleaders weren’t true, that she didn’t just live to fuck the fattest cock she could find. From what I’ve heard about her, nothing could be closer to the truth. I wondered if the janitor’s closet near building B was unlocked today…
A whistle broke me out of my daze, and Ms. White called us back in. As I picked my towel up and shuffled inside, she caught me by the shoulder. “I’d like to talk with you after class. Come meet me in my office after you dry off, I’ve got a pass from your next teacher.”
She smirked, and a familiar look came over her face. “Don’t change.”
God damn. Fuck Michelle, fuck Jenny, and fuck any of the other girls in the class. Joan White beats them all. I had never understood how a woman like her became a high school coach, when she could be a model or an actor or anything else she damned please. Fiery red hair and legs like a pinup were attached to the two best cans in the world. This isn’t some teenage fantasy; large as my head, they seemed like yet another part of a body that hadn’t been told they should be thrice my age. I’d always hoped to find out if they were just some pushup bra magic or implants, and it looks like I was about to learn the truth.
I dried off as fast as I could and rushed over to Ms. White’s office, hoping no one saw my raging boner flopping out of my Speedos. Inside, all the blinds were closed, and Ms. White sat on her desk chair, her blouse barely containing her ludicrous bosom. She was openly staring at my erection, and when I sat down she leaned over her desk to keep her eye on it, giving me an eyeful of what I was sure I was going to be seeing in more detail soon.
“You were quite impressive out there. I’ve never seen anyone with such a great…talent for swimming.”
I smiled back, keeping up the pretense that we weren’t out to fuck each other’s brains out. “Thank you, Ms. White. I haven’t missed a meet this year.”
“Please, call me Joan. You know, there aren’t any boys in the district who could beat you I think. It seems like on the rare occasions you lose, it’s to girls.”
My smile faded. I didn’t really understand where she was going with this.
“This isn’t uncommon. Nearly all of the local swim champions have been girls, with a few notable exceptions. I want you to become one of them.”
My erection started to subside. This wasn’t as much fun as I’d hoped. “What do you want me to do? Extra practices? I could come in on-“
She cut me off. “It’s not for lack of effort that you’ve remained…subpar. Girls are simply physiologically superior to boys in swimming. They’re more…aerodynamic.” She got out of her desk and walked over to me. “No jutting erections to distract them.” She bent over. “No swollen testicles slowing them down, flapping behind them.”
She grabbed my balls. A look of confusion, then amusement came over as she felt around my sac. I had gotten used to it. The first time I got with a girl, I always had to explain what triorchidism is. Three working testicles. Not unhealthy, although fairly rare.
“If you want to be the best…these need to go.”
My breath caught in my throat, as her hand constricted around my nuts.
“I know a urologist…She’s discreet, and professional. You won’t feel a thing. Just two…or in your case, three snips, and you’re instantly a better swimmer. I allowed some of the other boys to keep their cocks too, but yours is a little too big. It will be mostly cosmetic once these are gone anyway.”
My mind was reeling. I felt like throwing up, but couldn’t tell whether that was from her vivid description of my castration or her suffocatingly tight grip around my testicles.
“No…” I managed to gasp. “I don’t want to lose my balls!”
She clicked her tongue. “You boys are always so protective of these little things… We can freeze some of your sperm if you want, so you could still have children. And once they’re gone, you won’t even miss sex.”
Was she insane? My eyes met hers. They were filled with something…Hunger and amusement and anger and arousal. She wanted my balls gone.
“Let me show you something.” She walked to the other side of her desk, yanking me painfully along with her, and opened a drawer. Inside was a glass mason jar, with two lumps and a skinny worm floating around.
“Remember John Transon from a few years ago? He accepted my offer.”
“What (nghh) offer is that?”
“I know these are really important to you, so I’ll pay you for them. One blowjob per testicle you give to me. One fuck per inch of your dick.”
She grinned. “John was hesitant at first too, but by the end, he was very satisfied.”
I couldn’t quite see where John was coming from on that one. “Look, Ms White…”
“Call me Joan.”
“Look, Joan. I want to be a better swimmer. I’ll come to any practices you want, I’ll train every day, every morning. But I’m not going to get my balls cut off for it. I want to hook up with girls, get blowjobs, please my future wife. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to turn your offer down.”
She sighed. “I figured as much. Boys as blessed as you aren’t usually so willing to part with the gifts god’s given them.”
Her grip tightened, and lowered. “I suppose we’ll just have to do this the hard way…”
Pain shot through my stomach. She must be able to crush potatoes with those hands. As my testicles deformed in her inhumanly strong grip, she pulled them downwards, the roots of my cords stretching perilously close to the breaking point. Calling it painful is like calling Hitler anti-Semitic. I screamed as loud as I could, clawing fruitlessly at her iron grip.
“You’re not the first to refuse the offer, of course. Benjamin Courser, Max Macadson, Joel Harper… All swimming champs, and all were too dumb to understand what I was giving them. These aren’t vital. They’re barely even useful for anything other than shooting down some poor slut’s throat. You don’t need them.”
She tightened again, driving her nails into the tender backside of my manhood. “No one needs them. You should have taken the offer. I would have sucked and fucked you so hard you’d wish you had a hundred nuts to give me. Then I’d take you down to my friend. She’d knock you out, slice you open… None of my trophies compare to what you’d be able to provide me.” I could feel all three of my nuts starting to give way. She squeezed the outer two inwards, compressing the middle one in a grotesque nut sandwich. My testicles felt like they were fusing together. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to fuck.
Just then, the door opened. Jenny McCormick walked in, and Joan’s hands released my tender organs, to my relief. I’d known Jenny since we were in 3rd grade. In junior high, she’d fell in with a weird crowd, and now wore black mascara and fingernails, with the converses and torn jeans those emo girls like so much these days. An “Invader Zim” t-shirt barely contained the incredible gift she’d been given in puberty, two perfectly round breasts that would make most models jealous. She stared down at my injured manhood, a smile creeping across her face. Jenny and I had known the inside of a few of the closets around campus, but I’d been a little wary of hooking up with her after what happened between her and the football player.
Not that Marcus didn’t deserve it. Rapists can’t expect a girl not to fight back. But some girls may have been kind enough to leave their attacker with at least one testicle. From what I’d heard, she kneed one of his balls back up inside of him. While he was writhing on the ground, clutching his ascended testicle, she stomped on his remaining ball so hard, people outside the bathroom could hear the pop. Not satisfied with this, her heel found the nut that had retreated to safety inside of him, and Marcus had to be taken to the hospital to finish the sex change she’d started.
Or so I heard. Jenny certainly didn’t do anything to change people’s minds about it, but you can never really trust what you’d heard around class. Anyway, I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her right now. “Ms. White, sixth period’s starting. We…were wondering where you were.” Joan scowled, clearly peeved that she had been deprived of the chance to unman me. As I writhed around on the floor clutching my meat, checking for ruptures while trying to keep my lunch down, Jenny lead Joan out of the room. She didn’t even bother asking if I was ok, or why I was in Ms. White’s office with my junk out. She and Joan had always been pretty close, and it wouldn’t surprise me if there was some…understanding between them.
I gathered my Speedos up, and gently eased my tender glands into the stretchy fabric, grimacing as the elastic compressed me. I went back to my locker and got dressed, and started on the long walk home…
THE COACH
Joan walked down out to the gym, trying to keep her cool. The flush that had filled her face had started to fade, and she started to calm down. Nothing made her happier than a pair of injured balls, except maybe the sight of their grisly remains. Many of her nights had been filled with thoughts of Ben, Max, Joel… and dozens more, ex-lovers, solitary deliverymen, anonymous businessmen on buses…So many men, but they all acted the same in the end. Their eyes going wide as she destroyed the most valuable possessions they owned. A knee between their shaking legs, a heel spearing an unlucky testicle, a tight grip suffocating their potential children to death. A call to an understanding nurse friend, hauling off the ex-men as her fingers would dance across her burning pussy, filling the hunger that ball busting sparked in her. There is nothing in the world Joan loved more than a ruined man.
She hadn’t always been like this. In high school, she’d been demure and shy, going out when a boy would ask her, doing what he’d tell her to. In college she got a little crazier, joining a sorority and spending many a night filled with the anonymous cock of a colleague. After college, she’d gotten a job as a secretary at a big ad agency, and fended off her fair share of sexual harassment. One man wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, and she found herself married to some guy twice her age.
James was his name. She wondered if he’d found a replacement for her after the divorce. He probably had a bit of trouble picking up young secretaries nowadays. She giggled to herself.
James had been married when they had their first tryst, so it shouldn’t have surprised her so much when she came home that fateful Friday. Ten years they had been married, and she wasn’t 25 years old anymore. It was almost a relief to see the tight young thing straddling his cock, bouncing up and down like an epileptic pogo stick and screaming her lungs out. She wouldn’t have to deal with his temper, his drinking problem, or his
disappointing bedroom performance anymore. The girl screamed and jumped off, leaving his little cock bouncing ridiculously against his stomach. She gathered her clothes up and ran out the door before Joan could get a good look at her. With the mistress gone, Joan turned her attention to her soon-to-be-ex husband.
“Look, honey, it’s…not what it looks like.” Joan had been cheated on before. She didn’t understand it. She knew she was attractive. She worked out constantly, ate perfectly, and had tits like a cow. Why would any man need another? She was always willing, and would suck and fuck her man as much as he needed. Nonetheless, she’d caught boyfriends in high school and in college, their cock in the mouth or pussy or ass of some slut. She’d gotten mad…But James’ betrayal was worse. They’d said vows. She wasn’t letting this go.
“Honey, I can explain…” He never got a chance to. Joan’s toe caught him in the left nut, jamming it against his pelvis. Before he could react, her knee came up, pushing his cheating balls against his groin and inside the tiny cavities they descended from. She could feel his spuds roll around grotesquely on top of her knee, trying to escape out the side and avoid their complete destruction. She hadn’t so much as flicked a boy in his groin before, and her hits were unsure and off-target. She didn’t know how much she was hurting him, or how much she wanted to hurt him. Joan just knew those balls needed to suffer.
Her hits may have been clumsy, but James was not a strong man. He fell to the ground, squeezing his knees together and grabbing his manhood in a futile attempt to protect it. His testicles throbbed, and a dark black patch began spreading in his left nut where her foot had caught him. He gazed up at his once-loving wife, tears in his eyes and apologies on his lips.
“Spread them.”
Her voice was cold as ice. His legs spread a little, but his hands stayed where they were.
CRUNCH
Her heel came down on his hands, crushing them around the contents within. They protected nothing, and he felt her heel pressing into his left testicle, crushing the heart of his manhood. The small bruise that her toe had left now covered his entire nut, which was over twice as large as it had been. James shrieked, hoping a neighbor would her him being castrated and come to his aid. None were so kind.
CRUNCH
Joan shoved her heel into his right nut. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to neuter him, or pop one ball, or just bruise his ego irreparably. She just wanted to hurt him like he hurt her.
CRUNCH-POP
Her heel came back down on the left one. The bruise that had been spreading across it had weakened it, and Joan’s heel connected with the floor behind the nut. Chunks of testicle matter exploded inside his sac, and his wails became louder and hoarser. James mercifully passed out, his penis dripping blood from his destroyed ball.
Joan stood up and straightened her dress out, taking a deep breath and examining the damage. His right ball seemed fairly intact as she rolled it around in her hand. One ball seemed like a worthy price to pay for cheating on her. She’d need to call an ambulance to pick him up, and a lawyer to start on the divorce paperwork…
Her mind wandered. She had been so busy through the whole ordeal, she’d hardly noticed how hot she was getting. Her fingers drifted downwards to discover that she was dripping wet. The ambulance could wait a few minutes. She couldn’t. It’s not like his testicle was going to get any more shattered.
She looked down on her pathetic husband, his half of a manhood lying sadly between his legs. She knelt down and inspected it again. It seemed fairly structurally sound. The left one had turned black and swollen before it gave. This one was neither. It could probably stand a bit more abuse….
WHAM! Joan’s fist connected with the nut. She figured punches wouldn’t cause the devastation her knee and toe brought.
WHAM! SPLAT! SPLAT!
As her fist smashed his bollock against the floor, it began giving off wetter, mushier sounds. Joan realized she had been rubbing her pussy with her left hand as her right mashed him to a pulp, and each SPLAT shot another jolt of pleasure through her. As she approached her climax, her hits got harder and harder.
SPLAT
SPLAT
SPLAT
SPLAT
CRUNCHH
Something gave way inside. James’ unconscious moaning rose an octave, as Joan’s body was racked with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She rode it out, bucking around with one hand wrapped around his precious organ and the other deep rubbing furiously.
As she came to, she began to get worried. It didn’t sound the same as when the first ball broke, but she was sure she had done some permanent damage to the right one. After a quick once-over, she decided it wasn’t ruptured, although it was much larger and mushier. She called 911, hoping they could stitch it together.
The EMT arrived 10 minutes later, a young busty Asian woman with a smirk that never seemed to leave her face. When she saw James lying face down, with one huge testicle flopping around in a sac full of mush, the smirk turned into a full-on grin.
“Hey there, my name’s Amy. Let me guess: He tried to rape you, you fought back and hit him in the groin with those nasty-looking heels. His balls burst, and he passed out when you frantically called 911.”
Joan hadn’t even thought to put together an alibi, but nodded weakly at Amy’s story.
Amy’s eyes narrowed at her. “You DID destroy both of his balls, right?”
Joan pulled herself together. “No, ma’am. I think his right one is still intact. I was hoping you guys could stitch him up, so he could…you know…”
“Rape more girls? Force them onto his cock, and spew his nasty cum all over or inside of them?” Amy knelt down, her face inches from James’ meager manhood. She rolled his right ball around as Joan has done while checking for ruptures. “It’s still intact, but barely. If we get him to the hospital right away, we can maybe stop the vicious little sex change you started.”
Then, several things happened at once. James’ eyes opened, as he finally recovered from his first injury. Amy’s palm turned into a fist, pulverizing the fruit contained within like a rotten plum. The insides of it squished out between her fingers, joining their brother’s remains in an amorphous blob. James let out a final shriek, even shriller than before, before mercifully returning to unconsciousness. His cock instantly grew as large as it could get and spewed a huge load all over himself, containing semen, blood, and chunks of his ruined manhood.
And Joan had her second orgasm. If the first was earth shattering, this one rocked her galaxy. She writhed around on the floor with James, one screaming with pleasure and one with pain. Every time she thought about her husband’s balls, and the end of his sex life, her climax seemed to stretch on a little longer, until she finally tired herself out.
Amy looked down at her, a look of approval on her face. “I’ll take him out to the hospital and fix him up. There’s a nurse back at the hospital that’s great at this kind of thing. And, if you ever find yourself in this kind of situation again…”Amy handed Joan a business card for a urologist. The phone number was 1-800-NUT-BUST.
From there her love of busting grew. At first it had just been men who deserved it. Attempted rapists, gropers, catcallers, dates who were rude to waiters…They’d all end up with a sack full of mush, as one of the urologist’s friends carted them away to have the remains removed. The more she castrated, the more she need to castrate. Soon, any man was game. After all, anyone with a functioning pair of balls has the motive and ability to rape. It’s only a matter of time. An ounce of prevention…
Joan snapped back to reality as she realized the kids had been goofing off. As she blew her whistle and directed them to start laps, her mind wandered back to earlier. Out of all the men she’d demolished, there were none she wanted to bust more than Sam. He certainly deserved it. The boy was cocky, rude, and disrespectful of women. She’d heard him bragging of his conquests from the locker room, talking about the girls he hooked up with like they were pieces of meat. She’d want to pop those fat orbs even if it didn’t mean making another swim champ.
A wave of pleasure washed over her just imagining the three fat balls exploding in their sack. She’d never crushed three at once before, and might never meet a guy with such a gift again. She could stomp one into mush, jam her fingers through the heart of another, and still have a third left to crush in between her molars. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Sam would meet her alone again. She’d blown the chance she had.
But he couldn’t keep those. She hadn’t made a champ in years. Even if she couldn’t be the one to do it, Joan knew those balls had to go. She would have to find someone else to do it…
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THE GOTH
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Jenny sat up with a jolt. She had dozed off during one of Mr. Jensen’s infamously boring European History lectures. It didn’t help that she had spent all last night reminiscing on the scene she walked in on in sixth period yesterday. She’d let Sam fuck her a few times before; his cock was nice and fat, and he certainly knew what he was doing. But she’d never really liked him. She was sure Sam deserved whatever discipline Ms. White was giving him. If he gave her reason to, she’d have no qualms giving him the same treatment poor Marcus got.
She’ll never forget the look the athlete had on his face as her heel found that last ball. He begged and screamed, but asking a woman like Jenny to spare your testicle is like asking the tide to stop coming in. She could still see the lump his ball made up in his belly, where she placed the toe of her boot and stomped down hard. The grisly POP that followed hadn’t been as great as the first, but the knowledge that she’d ended Marcus’ sex life forever sent waves of pleasure through her. When she saw him the next week, he didn’t even seem mad. In fact, he apologized to her, and said that he hoped he could make it up to her. It seemed to Jenny that depriving him of his balls changed him for the better.
Marcus hadn’t been the first, but he’d been the most public. She thought back to Andy, the poor guy she’d busted last December. He was a shy nerdy guy, with glasses that didn’t seem to quite fit and the posture only acquired by hours bent over a computer. He seemed shocked when she had accepted him as her date to the winter ball, and was so nervous pinning her corsage on he poked her in the boob. The date was beyond awkward, alternating between awkward silences and awful attempts at small talk. Afterward, she’d led him out to the car, and laid him down in the back seat. She figured a poor guy like Andy didn’t get laid very much, so a quick pity fuck would be good payback for the expensive ticket he’d gotten her. When she pulled his pants down, his cock was rock hard and throbbing.
She had a theory that quiet guys were just shy because they were hiding some massive porn star cock. Andy had put that theory to rest pretty quickly. He wasn’t the smallest she’d ever had, but he was close. The disappointment didn’t end there though. When she pulled a condom out of her wallet, the pathetic nerd lost his grip and sprayed everywhere, getting big globs of semen all over her expensive black dress.
That was the last straw. She knew she wouldn’t be able to climax from a cock like that, but she at least would have had a little fun. Andy couldn’t dance, couldn’t keep up a conversation, and now couldn’t even fuck. Jenny knew it would be cruel to let another girl undergo the awful date she just endured.
She looked up at the poor guy and smiled. He was humiliated. She knew he’d be eager to make it up to her.
“Well, that was a little disappointing. Now that you’ve had your fun, would you mind sharing it with me, Andy?” He nodded eagerly as she pulled her panties down. She flipped over and positioned her shaved pussy directly on his face, as he struggled to get his glasses off before she crushed them. His tongue got to work, darting around her eager pussy surprisingly fast. She suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d had to please a girl with his tongue after disappointing her with his cock.
As he lapped away dutifully, she gently caressed his sack. His little dick twitched at the attention she was giving him, and she wondered if he would squirt a final load like some guys did when their balls broke. She had a theory that it was some evolutionary mechanism, a sad attempt to spread their seed before their genetic line was cut short prematurely. She’d seen it happen before, and it never failed to amuse her, the chunks of testicle tissue floating around in an absurdly large pool of semen.
She started getting closer to climax, and her nails dug into the soft flesh of his manhood. Jenny didn’t hate Andy, and didn’t want to cause him unnecessary pain. Some boys just weren’t meant to keep their balls. She decided she would try something new. She just had her nails done, and they were sharp enough to cut into a ball sac. Instead of popping Andy’s little manhood, she’d be merciful and dig into the cords, doing just enough damage to render them useless. It would almost be like a doctor with a scalpel, just two snips and he’s finished. It wouldn’t be anywhere near as fun as a good pop, but she could find another victim at school next week.
Her nails dug in as his tongue flapped around wildly. Just before she felt her orgasm reach her, Andy stopped. “You’re…hurting me.” He grunted, obviously feeling the damage she was doing to his tender organs. Jenny was pissed. A huge orgasm, followed by a call to an ambulance to take the eunuch away, would have been a great ending to a mediocre prom.
Fuck mercy. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, he wasn’t getting off easy. “I’m going to kill your balls, Andy. You’re small. You’re pathetic. And you don’t deserve them.”
She braced herself, his balls still in her grip. She figured he’d freak out, throwing her off and getting out of there as fast as he could. Maybe he’d break down, and beg for her to let him keep one as her nails slowly punctured his only chance to have kids. Instead he just got really quiet. What sounded like a sigh of relief came out of him. His cock stiffened, and his balls drew back up in their sack.
Out of all the boys Jenny had neutered, none sounded like this. She’d been quite familiar with guys who like to get hit in the balls. She’d even hooked up for some “ball busting experiences” with guys from the internet, lying about her age to post to female domination sites. When they found out that her talk of castration wasn’t part of the role-play, they’d tried to run, but she always managed to ruin them before they got away. The feeling of going to some pervert’s house, under a fake name and identity, and breaking their little nuts was a uniquely pleasurable one.
“Please…I don’t want them. Take them from me, Jenny. I’ve had a crush on your since kindergarten. There’s no one else for me. If you don’t want me to have my balls, I don’t need them.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She covered his mouth with her tight ass again and told him to get back to work. Her hands tightened around his balls again. “How do you want me to do it? Should I tear your little cords with my sharp nails? Or should I just give you the class squeeze-twist-pop?”
Andy’s reply was muffled and stuttering. “Do…do what you want. They’re your balls. Kill them…anyway you want to.”
She grinned. If the victim gives you the go-ahead, there’s no reason to be merciful. Her hands went a little lower, and she jabbed her thumbs into the bottom of the small ovoids. She imagined the pain coursing through Andy’s body, and the muffled screams going into her soaked pussy confirmed it.
Small balls were always easier to break than big fat ones. It didn’t take long for his left to give way. She felt her thumb meet her palm as the remains squished out between her fingers. Andy shrieked, and for a second Jenny was worried he might change his mind and start to fight back. Luckily, he didn’t have a chance as his body went limp, his consciousness giving way to the pain. Normally, Jenny liked a man to stay awake as she did her business, but she felt sorry for Andy. Small nuts, a small cock, and bad in bed… He definitely couldn’t keep his manhood, but he didn’t deserve the agony those other perverts did.
She twisted herself into position and brought her leg up, the stiletto dangling off her foot. Jenny strapped it on and positioned the long heel on the top of the remaining ball. She struggled to get a good pin, as the slippery orb darting through the remains of its partner, hoping to avoid the explosive end of its sibling. She stabbed her foot down, pinning the doomed nut to the leather seating. As her heel sank deeper, the ball squished out, the pit in the center deepening and darkening. Andy let out a high-pitched keening sound as her expensive footwear came closer and closer to ending his sex life forever.
The rupture was sudden and total. One minute she was driving her heel through a ball, and the next it was surrounded by the Andy mushy substance that filled the rest of the sac. The SPLAT seemed to echo through the cramped sedan. Andy convulsed, and his second involuntary orgasm rid him of some of the swelling in his sac. As he emptied the meager remains of his manhood all over his belly, Jenny ground her pussy over his face, her own convulsions brought on by the familiar ecstasy of a ball busting orgasm.
She jolted up again. Mr. Jensen was still droning on, scowling at the clearly inattentive Goth girl in the back. Jenny wondered what he was packing, and how his mood might change when her knee shoved his wrinkly old balls back into his pelvis. The door opened, and some assistant from the front office stepped in. “Sorry to interrupt, but the front office needs Ms. Stean. Jenny, follow me please. You have a pass for the next 2 periods.”
Score! Jenny didn’t even care if she was in trouble. Anything was better than the dreadful voice of Mr. Jensen. Jenny packed her stuff up, following the girl out to the front of the school, wondering what any teacher could possibly want with her.
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THE SCIENTIST
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Cathy sat at the front of the room as always, taking notes on Ms. Yung’s chemistry lecture. She sat up for a moment, readjusting her skirt around herself. At 5’10”, Cathy towered over a lot of the boys in her class, and almost all of her height seemed to come from her long, toned legs. She didn’t have the chest to rival some of the other girls in her class, but her tight little muffins cut a pretty picture in her sweater. Her face was pretty enough, and if boys hadn’t been so intimidated by her height and intelligence, she could be one of the most popular girls in school.
Cathy didn’t care about that though. She could get dick when she wanted it, but her “boy” friend provided her with enough pleasure often enough. She looked over at Andy, the eunuch scribbling away at his own notepad. Having a boyfriend with no balls might sound like a nightmare to some girls, but Cathy couldn’t have asked for a better partner. With no horrid testicles clouding his judgment, Andy could see his sexual incompetence for exactly what it was. When she forced him down on her aching pussy for the third hour in a row, he lapped away happily, knowing that no other girl in the world would allow him the same privilege. When she brought him to the sex shop to get a strap-on to cover his limp little worm, he offered to pay. And when she explained that she would need a real man to fuck her deep and hard with a flesh cock, he only looked down at his own little excuse for a dick, and gave her permission to fuck anyone she needed to, meekly asking only that she practice safe sex.
If Cathy had known that there were potential boyfriends out there without the two disgusting organs dangling between their legs, she wouldn’t have even bothered with real men. She hated nothing more than those shriveled squishy little glands, a wrinkled sac barely containing the two disgusting orbs. It was no wonder that so many of her experiments seemed to end in pain and humiliation for her subjects.
Cathy had always been curious about the other gender’s nether regions, and had spent much of elementary school luring some boy out of sight of teachers for a game of I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. As she got older and the nuts she fooled around with got larger and hairier, her curiosity turned to disgust, and she starting convincing boys to let her try experiments on them. They started out fairly innocent: a well-placed knee, a backwards kick, a gentle stomp. She’d pay them back with a nice view of her chest, or a quick upskirt.
Her experiments turned more vicious: an entire class period with her foot wedged deep into some poor boy’s groin to test the Young’s modulus of a freshman’s testicle, or one hundred punches to one ball followed by one hundred more to the other, to determine which felt more pain. She told herself and her subjects that the extreme repetition was needed to ensure experimental accuracy, but deep inside, she just needed to bruise some balls. Her paybacks got more and more humiliating, with multiple blowjobs promised for particularly painful trials.
She eventually learned that fear was a better motivator than pleasure. Instead of luring boys into bathroom stalls with whispered promises of swallowing their fat cock, she grabbed her victims by their tender bits and dragged them to somewhere isolated, promising to let them keep their balls intact only on the condition that they cooperated. She hadn’t broken any yet, though she suspected many of her victims would carry permanent damage from the havoc she wrecked on their manhood. She always stopped when she heard a CRUNCH, indicating that something inside her current victim had broken irreparably.
Allan had been her longest trial by far. Rumored to have the biggest balls on campus, Allan had proven the locker room gossip to be true when she yanked his shorts down around his ankles. His eggs hung heavily between his legs, shaved bald. They looked rather like a plucked chicken. Cathy shuddered at the thought. Her dream job was a bioengineer, ever since she heard it might be possible to make a baby out of only two women’s eggs. The idea that she might one day make those disgusting…things unnecessary filled her with joy.
But right now, she had so many questions she needed those nuts to answer. Balls this size were unusual, to say the least. Manhandling a big guy like Allan might work once to catch him unaware, but she might need weekly research sessions for the rest of the year to learn everything she needed. When she had a chance, she had snapped a chastity belt around his well-hung cock, promising its removal on a date one year from then.
The date was today, and her most exciting experiment yet was coming up. She’d finally be able to contribute to the world of real science that enthralled her so much. Finding information on the world’s largest orgasm by volume was nearly impossible, so she was sure the data she was going to collect today would be something no other scientist had done research on.
She met Allan in the utility closet near back of building B. He had grown incredibly obedient during his involuntary chastity stint, and when she closed the door behind her and turned on the flickering bulb above, she was greeted by his naked body, his legs spread wide to give her access to his balls. He had kept the closely shaven look that he’d had a year ago, but his balls had swollen to at least twice their size. She could barely wrap around one of them with both her hands, which had made the pressure trials difficult. She irrationally resented him for this difficulty, and many an experiment had been extended so she could take out her anger on those orbs.
She brought out two handcuffs and chained each of Allan’s hands to one of the pipes sticking out of the wall. She also pulled out the key that had sat in the top drawer of her desk for the last year, and Allan’s eyes went wide. The tight chastity hadn’t even allowed him a full erection, and she knew that he’d dropped off the basketball team so the other guys wouldn’t see the little metal cage around his cock in the locker room.
The lock opened, and Allan’s prick exploded out, stiffening instantly. Allan let out a gasp, and Cathy felt the familiar tingling of arousal sweep of her. She may have hated balls, but she enjoyed a good cock as much as any girl. Allan wasn’t huge, but he had been a decent 7”, although the long confinement seemed to have shrunk him a little. Cathy rummaged through her bag for the rest of the equipment as one hand crept into her panties, cupping her soaking pussy before crawling up to massage her sensitive little love button. She moaned in pleasure as she pulled out a ball gag and a tripod with a camera, and Allan’s dick twitched dangerously.
She grudgingly pulled her hand away from her aching pussy. He must be a breath away from coming, and she couldn’t have him shooting off before the collection tank was attached. She pulled a strange rubber plunger thing over the head of his cock. A hose came out of it, attached to a big glass jar with milliliter markings on it. Cathy rolled the rubber piece as far down his cock as it would go, and set up the camera on the tripod to point at the subject’s genitals. “This is part of a study of the effects on testicular injuries and orgasm denial on ejaculation volume. Subject 01 has been restrained from penile contact for 365 days, and today he will be released to study what effects his chastity has had on his orgasms.” She spoke loudly into the camera, making sure it could pick up audio. It was important for a scientist to record their research.
Cathy lubed up and gave the pecker a slow stroke, getting ready to warm him up for a nice handjob. But she had overestimated how sensitive a dick that hadn’t been touched for a year was. Allan’s cock twitched violently as his huge load starting filling up the jar, his eyes rolled back and his body seizing involuntarily. “Subject is incredibly sensitive, and began ejaculation with very little manual stimulation.” Cathy hadn’t been ready, and quickly jumped into position before he finished. Huge nuts and blue balls would give a pretty good load, but she knew if she wanted something really interesting, she needed something more.
“I will now commence testicular pressure, to force as much semen from the subject as possible.” She pressed each of her knees into one of his balls as her hand worked her mound furiously. Allan groaned in agony, and his orgasm continued, a big spurt filling the collection jar up to the 100ml mark. She felt the man meat compress beneath her weight, the ludicrously large testicles spilling out from underneath her knees. The load was impressive to be sure, but she needed every drop of spunk she could get.
“Palpitations have been proven previously to be an even more effective method of ejaculate extraction.” She began bouncing, and his balls inflated and deflated in turn, making painful squelching noises. Allan’s orgasm seemed to go on for hours, and her own wasn’t so far from taking her. He was sweating profusely, the intense pressure on his sensitive orbs clearly taking its toll on his sanity. The testicles squished out beneath her kneecaps, making a nice pad for her knees on the cold and dirty closet floor. They were turning a morbid shade of white, as her knobbly knees pressed them to their limit.
Suddenly, the left one gave out, and a huge shot of spunk splashed into the jar. Cathy grimaced, saddened by the loss, as her cunt screamed out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her. Even in her orgasm, she managed to continue dictating the events on camera. “The left testicle (mmf) seems to have ruptured completely. Note (ngggh) the sudden (aahhaaAHHH) increase in (HAA HAAAAA) ejaculate. ” She knew she probably wouldn’t be able to continue experiments after today with Allan, but she had been hoping to keep him intact. She’d never broken a ball before, and she knew the scientific community would look down on her for this oversight.
With one nut gone, she knew pressure on the last ball was her only chance to break the 250 ml mark. Allan’s cock was flagging, the spurts reduced to dribbles. Luckily, his remaining gonad has stretched large enough for both her knees, and the sudden increase in pressure as she settled her left knee onto it provided another satisfying stream of cum. “Pressure on the remaining testicle seems to have increased ejaculation speed. Perhaps has uses in fertility, impotence treatments.” She knew this ball wasn’t going to stay intact, but she’d already popped one testicle without consent from her subject. She hoped fellow researchers would applaud her experimental capabilities over her questionable ethics.
Just as she predicted, righty couldn’t handle the intense pressure from all of her weight. As her knees met the floor on the other side of the bollock, its contents squished out of their broken shell, and semen filled up the far to the 300ml mark. A second mind-blowing orgasm took Cathy, and she writhed around on top of his empty sac, squeezing out the remains of his manhood into the jar.
Allan had passed out at some point before, and she unchained his wrists and removed the ball gag. She took an envelope out of her backpack stuffed with twenties and laid it on his former manhood. The usual rate for experimental subjects was around $15 an hour, but she decided his losses merited $20. At 5 hours a week for the last 52 weeks, this came out to the hefty sum of $5200, which should hopefully be enough for the scrotal surgery he was going to need.
She stood up, and turned the tripod away from the sad scene below. “Both testicles were unfortunately destroyed in the orgasm, but total ejaculation volume was outstanding. At 325.7 ml, this should stand as the largest and longest male orgasm on record. With a sufficient research grant, I could get more subjects to gather more data on this fascinating topic.”
Cathy wiped her hands on a towel she had brought, and straightened her skirt out. It was almost third period, and Cathy had a perfect attendance record she wasn’t about to break. On her way to class, she heard an announcement on the loudspeaker. “CATHY WINESON, PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE. YOU HAVE BEEN EXCUSED FROM THIRD PERIOD.” Disappointing to miss one of Mr. Miller’s great physics lessons, Cathy headed over to the office, wondering what they could possibly want with her.
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THE CHEERLEADER
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Michelle taped an “OUT OF SERVICE” sign to the outside of the boy’s bathroom and snuck inside. She didn’t want to be disturbed while she went about her business. When she stepped into the main area, she saw all the stall doors open, with only one of the urinals occupied. Perfect. She really wasn’t in the mood for a gangbang at the moment; one anonymous cock should slake her thirst.
People called her a slut and a whore, but Michelle had never really seen what the big deal was. She got checked for STDs on a regular basis, and sucking a few dicks doesn’t hurt anyone. Her pastor condemned her actions as evil and immoral, but Michelle didn’t really see who was getting hurt in the deal. So what if she took some anonymous freshman’s blowjob virginity? The men she pleasured never seemed to mind. She crept up behind the boy, and looked over his shoulder. He was small, both in stature and manhood, and Michelle figured him for a late-blooming freshman. Some girls resented guys who didn’t pack heat like a horse, but Michelle never took it personally. Since she wasn’t going to fuck him anyway, a small dick just meant deep throating would be easier.
She reached down and took his little organ in his hand. The boy hadn’t noticed her ogling him the whole time, and practically jumped out of his skin when she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Hey boy. How’s freshman year treating you?”
“You’re…You’re…This is a b-b-boy’s bathroom. The girl’s is across the hall.”
Michelle chuckled. Seemed the kid hadn’t been blessed in his head either. “I’m not looking for girls right now. I’m looking for you.”
The boy scrambled to zip his pants up, but she kept his cock out as she knelt down. Her practiced mouth enveloped the little dicklet easily, and her tongue traced circles around the head as he shuddered in ecstasy. He grew quickly, soon filling up whole mouth. She gagged as what had started as a little cock swelled into an impressive erection. The boy was a grower, not a shower.
She fell into the familiar motions, her head sliding up and down his member as he grunted in satisfaction. His hands rested on the back of her head, using her long blond hair as a grip to control for her experienced mouth. She felt him get rock hard, and figured it wouldn’t be long before he busted. Sure enough, he pulled out, and Michelle prepared herself for the familiar feeling of two nuts full of baby batter splattering all over her face.
But nothing came out. The prick stuck out menacingly, its owner looking down on her. The blowjob had given him courage that he lacked before. “I’ve heard of you. You’re the school slut. You’ve had a hundred cocks up your tight little cunt. Let me be the hundred and first.”
She started to protest. Despite her reputation, Michelle reserved her pussy for a select few boys. Maybe half a dozen cocks had felt her vice-like snatch, kept tight by its (relatively) infrequent use. This cock looked like a lot of fun to stuff inside of her, but it was too big. She couldn’t risk stretching herself out for future partners.
The boy didn’t seem to give a shit what she thought. He was on top of her, tearing off her thong and pressing himself into her. In a moment, her snatch would never be the same. Michelle had to think fast. Her knee snapped up with lightning speed, years of cheerleading sculpting her legs into efficient ballbusters. The two organs that had seemed to take hold of this boy’s mind were forced up abruptly into his pelvis, and he went cross-eyed as a loud SQUELCH came from his groin. He rolled onto the dirty floor, clutching his organs.
Michelle knew that wouldn’t be enough. She’d had to defend herself from enough would-be rapists in the past that she realized one knee wasn’t going to convince the kid to stop. She needed to leave him with something a little more permanent. Michelle wasn’t as cruel as her emo counterpart; the story about Marcus and Jenny made her a little sick to her stomach. She loved cocks and she loved balls, and she’d never want to destroy them or neuter their owners. But sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. A couple of well-placed bruises could teach a boy a lot about who to mess with.
She stood the kid upright, supporting his skinny frame with ease. Her leg pulled back, preparing for a classic cheerleading high kick. If he hadn’t been in the way, it would have gone over her head. Unfortunately, two rubbery orbs made the mistake of blocking her foot’s trajectory, and another SQUELCH came from the dangling organs. Michelle struggled to keep the boy upright, as she prepared for another kick. This one sounded more like a CRUNCH, and her strength failed her as the freshman fell to the ground, bawling his eyes out and heaving.
Michelle took a deep breath. Ballbusting may not turn her on, but it sure was hard work. The kid seemed pretty convinced that she wasn’t worth raping, but she knew that she had to really drive the message home. Her chucks weren’t the most adept at stabbing through a testicle, but even without a point, she was sure she could make hers. She pulled back for one last kick, and her foot came down onto his blue, swollen right gonad.
Unfortunately, in all her experiences, Michelle had never really ballbusted someone as blue balled as this poor freshman. The swollen nuts she had left him with after the nearly-finished blowjob were much more delicate than usual. Her foot connected with the testicle, and kept on going. A loud POP went through the bathroom, and Michelle’s hand came up to her mouth as she realized what she had done. Her foot was still in his sack, and she probed around with her toe. When she realized that he still had one of his balls intact, she let out a sigh, and giggled softly to herself. The boy was barely conscious, and the last thing he felt as he drifted off was the chunks in his sac being squeezed into a fine mush, as the slut’s giggling filled the high school bathroom.
When she was sure the freshman had exactly one intact nut in his sac, Michelle stood up. She hadn’t popped a guy before, but she could understand the exhilaration those other girls felt. Leaving him with half a sac seemed like justice to her. Whenever he felt like raping another girl, he only had to feel around his manhood and remember what happened with that cheerleader in the bathroom. Michelle let out another giggle, and gathered some paper towels to clean herself up. On the way out of the bathroom, the PA turned on, and called her to the front office, letting her know she had third period off.
Michelle had no idea what anyone in the office could want with her, but she headed on dutifully over, and followed the receptionist’s directions to the conference room at the end of the hall. Her P.E. teacher, Ms. White, sat at one end of the table, with Jenny and Cathy in two other chairs. An empty one was between them, and Michelle sat down, wondering what in the world was going on. As Ms. White began the meeting, telling them the job she needed done, Michelle’s eyes grew wide, shocked at what she was hearing.
THE TARGET
The bell rang, and I rushed to my seat in Mr. Jensen’s second period. Two weeks had gone by since the traumatic incident with Ms. White, and my tender spuds had returned to approximately their original shape. They were still tender, and I grimaced as the back of the middle one got caught between my pelvis and the wooden seat, pinching it painfully before it escaped forward. This was going to be a long period.
Next to me sat Jenny. We hadn’t hooked up in quite a while, and if I hadn’t had an injury in a particularly tender region, I would have slipped her a note inviting her to a meeting after class. Her tits filled out her skull t-shirt quite aptly, and I suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried to lean over to get a view of those godly breasts, but she repositioned herself. I wondered if she noticed me.
As Jensen droned on, I thought I noticed a subtle twinge in my nut sack. I reach down to feel myself, and realized Jenny had her hand resting right between my legs, just barely brushing my tender groin. When she realized I noticed, her grip tightened, and she rolled all three of my swollen nuts around in their hefty sack. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle a squeak. I looked over at her, but she was pretending not to pay any attention to me. Her other hand was dutifully taking notes on the fall of the Hapsburgs, although the rest of her was clearly aware of my plight. Her cheeks had taken the flushed hue she turned when I was pounding her from behind during a long lunch period, and her nipples stiffened through her thin t-shirt, confirming my suspicions that she had gone braless today.
The hour seemed to inch by as Jenny played with my tender organs, pulling and rolling them around the bruised sac. In spite of the pain, the sight of a horny girl with her hand in my lap didn’t fail to turn me on, and my prick pressed against the top of my desk. Jenny had always been a feisty one, and this wasn’t the first time she’d felt me up in the middle of class. Last time, we had immediately taken our fun to somewhere more private, and I hoped to spend third period in a utility closet somewhere, fucking her tight slit as she screamed my name.
That thought kept my attention off the growing pain in my balls, and the rest of the hour passed. As soon as we got out of the class, she took my hand and led me wordlessly behind the portables, where the potheads spent lunch smoking. She pressed me up against the wall, her black lipstick glistening on her lips. She smiled, and her hands wrapped around my shoulders.
“Do you like what you see?” Her hands went to her chest, supporting her massive bust. The jolly roger on her chest struggled to keep them in, as her nipples poked through the sheer fabric.
“Keep your eyes on the boobies. Like the skull and crossbones?”
I nodded vigorously, although I was more interested in what was in her shirt than on it.
“Good. Spread your legs a little, get comfortable in there. That big boy doesn’t need to be constrained.”
I did as she said, spreading my legs farther apart so that my massive erection jutted straight out. She kept on smiling at me, and she raised one eyebrow coyly.
Then she slammed her knee into my balls, hard.
CRUNCH
My feet left the ground, and my body supported itself on my stones, mashed between my pelvis and her knee. Testicle pain exploded out of my balls as she pressed her knee deeper into my bruised manhood. The smile she wore earlier broke out into a grin, and she giggled as I struggled to stay conscious. “Ever stop to think why I’m wearing this shirt? I’ve got a…group assignment, and I’m afraid you and me are partners. Tell me, Sam, which of your three balls do you like the least?”
Through the haze of pain, I began to see where this was going, but I couldn’t quite put together why I was the target. My hands flew to my battered junk, but did little to block her heavy combat boot from slamming into my groin. More pain shot up my throat, and it was all I could do to keep breakfast down. She let me down roughly, my legs splayed awkwardly apart. She then turned around and walked a few steps away. I closed my eyes and tried to keep breathing, not able to plan for what was next.
I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, and realized too late she was getting a running start for the next blow. I tried to get up, to block a fraction of the damage Jenny’s boot was going to cause to my poor injured bits, but succeeded only in positioning myself better for her. My left ball took the full brunt of the hit, and my jaw dropped, a high-pitched keening escaping as my brain struggled to comprehend what was happening.
“Since you don’t seem to be in any shape to choose, I’ll do it for you. Lefty is gonna have to go.”
The fight had gone out of me. She turned me on my back and grabbed my ankles, my grotesquely swollen nuts spilling out between my thighs. Her right boot found the left one, as promised, and Jenny started shifting her weight forward. My ball gave little resistance, its structure severely compromised by the blows. It flattened out like a pancake beneath her foot. My shrieks turned to incomprehensible gibbering, as I pleaded to let me keep all of my manhood.
I looked up at the cruel Goth girl. Jenny’s smile was gone, and her face was contorted and flushed, emitting those loud moans I used to love about her. Her cute little nipples were practically tearing holes through the thin skull t-shirt, and I realized she was coming hard without even touching herself. This must have been the last thing Marcus saw as a complete man.
Her other boot found my nut, and she began bouncing. On each bounce, she came down a little lower than the time before, and on the fifth one, she hit the ground. I convulsed in agony as my cock went rock hard and spewed some especially thick cum all over my shirt, and Jenny’s moans turned to shrieks.
The world went dark.
THE NURSE
Amy strolled down the hallway to the patient’s room. Testicular injuries seemed to be on the rise. In December, some boy was brought in after a school dance, his sac covered in nail and heel marks. Whatever girl he had pissed off hadn’t left a single testicle chunk left. Just last month, some poor guy had lost his last ball to his therapist. She smiled a little, thinking about the incident. She had known Karen in college, and she had always had a thing for cutting the stronger sex down to size. It didn’t surprise her a bit that the therapist had taken to neutering her patients.
And then there was Garret last month. Technically, he wasn’t the same as the other injuries. When she entered his room, his feet were up on the birthing straps, but both of his gonads were intact, albeit bruised black and blue. Back when she was an EMT, she got to be the first on the scene for testicular injuries on rapists, and she’d always made sure that the surgeons wouldn’t have anything intact left to piece together. The ambulance that brought Garret in must have had males in it that cared about salvaging this fucker’s manhood.
She had met this asshole before, back in her clubbing days. Amy doubted he even remembered that night at the club. So many white guys assumed Asian girls were all shy, submissive little things, secretly aching for a cock up their snatch but too embarrassed to ask for it. Garret had been no different. She had felt his cock stiffening against her ass as they grinded all night. Some girls got offended when they felt their partner’s boners, but Amy had just taken it as a compliment. Little did she know what it would lead to.
When his hand had moved up her skirt and started pulling her panties down, she knew this was going too far. She tried to stop him, but Garret was too strong, and she found herself naked from the waist down. The dick that had been pressed up against her butt all night long was free, and started to worm its way between her legs. She tried to cry out, but the throbbing beat drowned her out. She bit her lip as he pumped away, hoping it would be over soon. Her rapist didn’t even have the grace to pull out, and left her to rush to the store the next day for an especially expensive pill.
She smiled grimly as she inspected the swollen pair before her, their veins throbbed from the pounding they had taken. She had sworn an oath to do no harm, but letting these stay intact meant more rape victims, more unwilling Asian girls rushing to the drug store the next morning, their cunts burning with the pain of this white boy’s pecker. Healing him would be the most harmful thing she could ever do.
Garret started to come to as Amy finished securing his wrists to the bedposts.
She had locked the door and posted a notice that some intensive pain therapy was going on inside, and some screaming should be expected. She didn’t want to be interrupted before she was done here. She leaned over, making sure to give him a good view of the last cleavage he’d ever enjoy. His cock stiffened a little, and a smile grew across his face. He was enjoying this.
Amy smiled sweetly up at him, swallowing the bile that was filling the back of her throat. “Remember me, Garret? We met at the club. I said I didn’t want it, but you knew better. You fucked me better than I’d ever had, right on the dance floor.”
Garret remembered. “I’d never forget you, you little slut. I like that nurse uniform you found. I’m not in the mood to fuck you again, but I could go for a good blowjob. Just be careful of my balls, some dumb bitch racked me pretty good earlier.”
Amy struggled to contain her anger. “I’d be happy to help you out. Just let Nurse Li take care of you.” She lowered her face to his swollen genitals. Garret leaned his head back, shuddering in anticipation. She struggled to fit one of his balls inside his mouth.
“OW! What did I fucking tell you! Those are sensitive! I don’t want any fucking foreplay, just suck my -”
She bit. Hard. Her front teeth chomped through his left babymaker, and the doomed nut squished out between the nurse’s cheeks. Garret let out the most satisfying shriek Amy had ever heard. She knew how much this hurt, and could imagine the burning nausea shooting through the fucker’s spermatic cords, up into his stomach, alerting his body that he was that much closer to becoming a eunuch. The shit-eating grin that had covered his face from ear to ear was gone, replaced with the mask of a man in more agony than any girl could imagine.
She opened her mouth for a moment, and Garret sighed loudly. He was shaking, trying to escape from his restraints so he could keep his pathetic balls. But Amy had been careful, and none of the handcuffs were coming loose. She took a deep breath and descending onto his other testicle like a starved woman.
This one hadn’t been as injured as the first, and some of its internal structure still remained. Amy’s teeth made quick work of that, and a sickening CRUNCH escaped as her jaws closed around the poor ball. Garret shrieked again, realizing that both halves of his manhood were in danger. That awoke a familiar feeling in her, and her nipples stiffened as she bore down on the man’s meat. Her hands slid down to her uniform, freeing her heaving chest as a flush came over her cheeks. A moan escaped her mouth and she grabbed her aching tits, rubbing the rock-hard nibs on the end. She felt something wet down below, and Amy released one of her boobs to give her aching pussy the attention it deserved.
They could both tell his left ball didn’t have much longer, and Amy released his balls, her teeth leaving a deep depression that showed the extent of the damage. She smiled up at him again, her lips curving in cruel mockery of the brutal castration she was giving him. Garret had gone limp at this point, so she delivered an uppercut to his pair. When another shriek filled the room, she giggled approvingly.
It was time to finish this. She took his ball into her mouth again, this time stretching its delicate cords until it rested near the back of her throat, in between her strong molars. She chomped down hard. She was rubbing herself furiously at this point, and as the pressure on her clit pushed her over the edge, the nut gave up. She struggled to stay attached as it squished out around her mouth. Garret was shaking vigorously, trying to dislodge his nutmeat from her mouth. Her orgasm didn’t make staying attached any easier, and she fell backwards on her ass, the half-filled sac flopping painfully back onto the hard bed. She rode the rest of her climax out on the floor, staring up at Garret’s ruined ball as he drifted off into unconsciousness.
She could have finished off the other nut while he lolled there dazed, but she wanted him awake for this. This wasn’t just to prevent the rape of future girls. This was revenge for what he had done to her.
Garret woke up quickly enough, his eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling, a dull look on his face. He’d given up entirely. Amy had broken him the same way he broke her. She leaned over him, her huge boobs blocking his view of his injured gonads. She whispered into his ear almost lovingly. “How do you want me to break the last one?”
His mouth opened and closed dumbly. For a moment, she swore he was going to starting fighting again, but the fire left his eyes and he made his decision. “Cut…it off. Please. Just end it.”
She smirked. At least he was smart enough to think of the least painful way. Too bad she had no intention of following his suggestion anyway. The fall she had taken earlier inspired a different course of action. She squatted down on her knees between his legs, and grabbed the remaining nut in both of her hands. Her pussy started tingling again, and for a moment she regretted not biting this one off too. Destruction in her mouth left both of her hands free for other activities.
She squeezed and leaned back, putting all of her weight on his delicate nut cords as her thumbs dug into the ball from both sides. She had figured the cords wouldn’t be strong enough to hold her, but to her delight, they simply stretched out grotesquely, eliciting more shrieks. As his nut got farther and farther away from its home, her fingers went to work on their hostage, squishing the gonad in ways that it hadn’t been made to handle.
Everything happened at once. His last ball gave way, sending torrents of pain through his cords before they snapped. Amy fell on the ground breathless, rubbing away furiously. Garret bucked around, and Amy was happy to see that he didn’t get the last orgasm some men had as they were turned into eunuchs. She had heard that the relief of a monster load made losing their testicles a little better, and she didn’t want this fucker to have any kind of pleasure before she finished him off.
Amy shook herself out of her daydream. She approached the patient’s room, her pussy still tingling a little from the vivid memory. When she opened the door, the boy had his legs in the birthing straddles, his fat sac hanging below his raised pelvis. The stitches on the right seemed to indicate that he had one of his balls removed, but something didn’t seem right. His sac seemed much too full, and when she inspected it further, her suspicions were confirmed. He still had both his balls.
The victim was still passed out from the earlier surgery, and Amy took the opportunity to feel around his sac without him complaining. When her fingers felt around the roots of his balls, they found a strange extra indentation. He must have been a three-baller.
Amy sighed. A boy losing his only ball was a tragedy. His sex life was over, he’d never have children, yadda yadda. A boy losing his one of two was a concern too, as he was now only one well-placed kick from a life as a eunuch. But three balls was just too much. Some redundancy was good, but the third testicle was just a liability. Any sympathy she might have felt for the high-schooler was gone
“Hello Sam,” Amy said, taking a seat on the stool at the base of the bed. The boy woke up groggily, clearly still out of it from the pain medication. When he saw the busty Asian nurse at the foot of his bed, inspecting his remaining genitals, his eyes went wide and his cock began to stir. Amy could hardly keep her disgust in. All boys were the same.
“I assume you’ve figured out the bad news by now. The remains of your left testicle were removed this morning.” She smirked as the familiar look of terror over a lost nut spread over his face. “Of course, you’ve got nothing to worry about, with two spares in the trunk.” She studied him carefully.
“Unless this loss was traumatizing enough?” His terror turned to confusion as he failed to comprehend what she was proposing. “The cut is already there. A couple more snips could prevent whoever was intending on castrating you from doing it the painful way. I’m sure you didn’t feel us removing the first one. You could even keep these two as keepsakes.” She smiled wickedly as the terror returned. She had offered castrations to countless half-men before, and none had ever accepted. Amy just loved reminding them how fleeting their time on this earth as the stronger sex was. At any moment, a cute nurse or surgeon could, with a few snips, end their genetic line prematurely.
Even though she knew it was coming, disappointment spread through her as she got his answer. With the surgery complete, Sam was almost ready to be sent home. Just one last inspection was needed before he could be on his way.
“Well, since you’re so intent on keeping them, I’m going to perform a manual inspection of your remaining testicles, to make sure we don’t have to remove them anyway.” She cupped his impressive testicles in two gloved hands, weighing and rolling them around. A simple probing revealed some superficial bruises, but no structural failures. Her fingers gripped the rubbery orbs tighter, and the kid gasped as she went above and beyond what a testicular inspection called for. She kneaded his testicles brutally, acutely aware of the pain he was feeling, small shivers going up her spine as the spuds were compressed into a decidedly un-testicular shape.
It wouldn’t be difficult to finish the job that other girl started. Severe internal problems were discovered all the time in testicular inspections. Her fingers squeezed tighter, and the initially pink eggs were tinged an unhealthy shade of blue as small bruises broke out across them. Just one more squeeze…
Amy released the balls. Garret had caused too many questions. She thought of the busty redhead, the discrete urologist, Karen the therapist, and the prom date for that poor boy last year. This town was full of dangers for a young boy’s manhood. Even if she didn’t get to do it, this one surely wouldn’t last long.