Living with Ballbusting Witches By Preunbb
Chapter 1: An Unusual Family
Genovia had a problem.
Her powers were usually all upside. Getting magical insight into the fantasies of any guy nearby was always a lot of fun. Ever since she started to learn of them in her teens, Genovia had used her sexual psionics to probe the minds of every boy and man in her classes, office, gym, beach, and neighborhood. When they’d first started to kick in, she mostly used them voyeuristically; but as she experimented and grew more experienced, she learned about how to use her magic to control libidos as well as view them.
She’d never met anyone else with her powers. She’d made sure to keep them a secret, at least from the girls. The boys in her school were acutely aware someone around had crazy magical powers, but nobody knew where it was coming from. Literal witchhunt assemblies were called to address the issue, as if a vice principal could compel a witch to confess. All of them ended with the male faculty bent over in front of the whole school gasping, their cocks quivering as she drew out load after load of cum from their balls.
Those assemblies were far from her only public male humiliations. Her favorite memory drifted back, Prom of 1988. She had made every boy in the gymnasium unbearably hard, and that pained expression as each excused themselves to the men’s room to try to “blow off steam” still drove her imagination wild. Even better was that red-faced frustration after, when the most desperate pumping couldn’t coax out a single drop of cum. Leaving almost all 250 boys blueballed beyond belief was incredibly empowering and arousing.
She wasn’t a total bitch; she had mercifully allowed her own date to bust his load before the night was over. Of course, he might have enjoyed it more if she had waited until the two of them were off stage instead of in front of the entire graduating class, getting crowned as Prom King and Prom Queen.
He made a delicious keening noise as, after hours of frustration and many unsuccessful trips to the men’s room for relief, he suddenly found himself desperately trying to hold his cum in. His balls were churning with overload, dark blue and stretched full from hours of her torture. He’d dreamt up each fantasy, but Genovia had magically improved them, drawing them out, adding impossibly realistic elements. She recreated her actual smell and feel and taste in his memories, bringing as close to feeling what sex was like without even letting him touch her. When she removed her orgasm block, he had no chance at keeping his load in. Each jet of seed released a soft squelching from his crotch, black wetness spreading over the dark grey of his rented tuxedo pants, the spotlight of their gym illuminating him perfectly as his bulge twitched and spat white globules through his zipper…The memory still made her wet.
She was past that time now. She didn’t use her sex magic indiscriminately like that, only on guys who knew what they were getting into. Not that she had any difficulty obtaining consent. Even if he didn’t believe in the supernatural, almost any man would say “yes” to a tall, curvy brunette asking him to let her magically control his orgasms and erections.
She’d never been in a position where she was the one who didn’t want access to a boy’s fantasies. Sean was a seriously unwelcome phenomenon.
Even now, her step-son was sitting at the table, his prick thickening as he started thinking about her. She tried to block out the wave of pornographic thoughts he broadcast, but he was too horny for her barriers. He’d found a porn star last night who looked just like her, and he’d only masturbated once to her so far. Lovely. Looked like he had the rest of the day all planned now: he’d bookmarked a few of her more intriguing videos after he’d cum last night.
“Hi, honey. How was class today?” He gulped down a spoonful of cereal and stared at her…
At her breasts. Great. Couldn’t even get him to meet her eyes today. And...There it is. A new fantasy sprung up. A titjob scene overrode the buttfucking fantasy he’d just been engrossed in. Genovia desperately wished she had worn a bra today.
“G...Good, Genovia. Gotta lot of homework, so I’m gonna, uh...head up to my room.”
The horny kid managed to close his jaw and stood up, smoothly tucking his boner into the waistband of his shorts. He was practiced enough at this that she could barely see it, but her sex magic told her every tiny movement his sensitive cockhead made as he brushed it against his shirt and belly. The dark pool of precum on his white T-shirt would have made his arousal obvious even to non-witches.
This was too much. Genovia couldn’t live like this in her own home. Something had to change. She’d swore she’d stop using her magic for good after that incident in college, but she’d never lived with a stupidly horny 20 year old virgin before. He was desperate, for women, for his hand, for anything to empty those big fat nuts of his into. He didn’t care about her dignity, or propriety. He just cared about getting off. She should have curbed this behavior years ago.
Genovia muttered something under her breath, and the air around her stepson’s balls shimmered, just a bit. She swore she saw him shiver.
There. No more cumming, at least until he gets those testicles under control.
She knew he’d get blueballed at first, but she found long term sexual denial eventually drove boys to put sex out of their mind entirely in an attempt to retain their sanity. If Sean learned to control his urges, she’d release the block.
And if he didn’t…
Well, almost every boy did. Her son had a high libido, but even he would calm down after being cut off from orgasm long enough. There was no reason to think about what would happen if he couldn’t get himself under control. She’d only seen it happen once, and it had made her vow not to use her powers permanently (a vow she quickly broke, of course; it was just way too tempting). There was no reason to think about that incident.
Her stepson would be fine. He might suffer some slight testicular damage over the course of the spell, but he should be sexually functional after she lifts the hex.
Not like Anthony.
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Sylvana had a problem.
Admittedly, these magical powers she’d obtained upon hitting puberty were fucking awesome. Bringing boys up to and beyond the edge of orgasm mid-conversation never got old. Whether it was a mediocre first date suddenly turned deliciously interesting, a boy presenting to their entire class, or just some random dude standing behind her at the store, Syl was shameless about flaunting her abilities. And none of the poor guys had any idea where the spontaneous mess in their pants had come from!
She didn’t know how many others in the world were like her; she suspected some of her ancestors had it, but the magic didn’t seem to come every generation. She’d never met anyone in person who had powers like hers, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t the first in her family to have these powers. Some of her ancestor’s biographies had some hints that they manifested occasionally in the female members of her family, but as far as she could tell, nobody had gotten them for generations. She had gotten very lucky.
More than anything, her favorite part was being able to see just how much the boys around her thought about her, even without magically enhanced libidos. She’d even psychically assisted some of them during the acts. She loved that little gasp of surprise when their fist magically felt like the inside of her pussy, ending their long, leisurely stroke session with an abruptly messy orgasm.
When Sean had moved in, she’d been excited to have a boy around to toy with on a 24/7 basis. The first time he had masturbated in the house (a whole twenty minutes after moving in), she was delighted to see that she dominated his fantasies. His wank was long and leisurely; her new step brother seemed to really enjoy edging himself over and over, bringing himself to the brink of cumming before switching to a new fantasy of her: cumming on her tits, or fucking her over the dining room table,
After a half hour of this, she decided he’d had enough, and he deserved a little reward for how much fun he’d provided her. She flipped the switch that sent his testes into overdrive, and eagerly awaited that rush of pleasure and power that came with a nearby male orgasm.
Except he didn’t.
He resisted. He gasped and twitched at his magically induced state, but he somehow managed to hold his spunk back. He came eventually, but on his own terms, in spite of her magical manipulation.
Syl had relied on her powers to control and use men around her. A man who could control himself through her testicular manipulation...It baffled and angered her. What did it mean if boys could learn to resist her powers? Was she getting weaker? Would she lose her magic entirely if this kept up? That was unacceptable.
From then on, she made it her mission to force her step brother to cum for her. Every night, she would ramp his semen production and arousal levels into overdrive, forcing him to stroke himself silly. She stopped watching his fantasies and concentrated all of her magical energies on physical stimulation. She was determined to break his resistance, even if it meant forcing him to cum when he wasn’t thinking about her. As soon as he got home, she started turning him on, forcing him to rush upstairs and start relieving himself. During the act, she’d add dozens of slick tight female hands to his own, and his cock became as sensitive as her clit. She’d even tried magically tying his cock’s sensations to her dildo while she fucked herself silly, but even feeling the inside of her wasn’t enough to make the boy climax before he wanted to.
He was starting on his first stroke session of the night now. Syl could feel his arousal far before he made it up the stairs. Something about his arousal aura felt different, but Syl couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Almost like one of the boys’ she’d blocked the orgasm of before, but that couldn’t be right. She’d never put anything on her brother like that.
He got into his room and locked the door, and Syl waited impatiently for him to get naked and lube up. She shuddered with him as he gripped his cock and began stroking slowly.
But Syl had a plan. She had learned a new dimension of her powers. She could maintain a heightened state of arousal in a boy completely passively, without any concentration. This would surely push him over the edge.
Syl muttered the spell, and she felt him twitch as something indescribable rearranged itself deep inside him, in a place he’d never felt before. She felt his eyes roll back as intensely novel sensations flooded his mind.
The spell was intense, but reversible. She wouldn’t want to permanently change him. All he had to do was lose control for her, just once. How could a boy possibly keep his cum back when it felt like he was deep inside his favorite sexual fantasy around the clock? She was sure it wouldn’t take long. No boy could withstand that forever. It was physically impossible.
His accidental orgasm would be a matter of when, not if. And once he showed her how weak he was, she’d turn off the permanent spell, and restrict her teasings to when masturbation was convenient for him.
After all, she didn’t want to hurt him.
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Sean had two problems, but he didn’t know it yet. He was much too busy.
He closed his eyes and leaned back into his pillow, gasping. The porn star not only looked like his stepmom, but sounded almost exactly like her too. His tinny headphones transmitted her enthusiastic squeaks and cries as her partner’s ballbag slapped against her bubble butt. Sean tried his best to keep himself from cumming too soon, but it was a delicate balancing act. Ever since he’d moved in with his stepmom and stepsister, his “private time” has been bizarrely intense. Living with two incredibly attractive ladies was probably part of his heightened libido, but Sean couldn’t shake the feeling that his hand felt impossibly good when he was beating off.
The image of his stepmother’s tits across the kitchen table floated into his mind’s eye, and Sean lost that train of thought as he bucked and spurted his first few drops of precum, making sure to take his hand away before he came. He always enjoyed these long, leisurely sessions, pushing himself to the brink of climax before pulling back, enjoying near orgasm after near orgasm. But his control over that had eroded since moving in. Even now, he felt long spurts of precum coat his belly, and he had to grab and wrench his testicles away from him hard to keep from ending his session early.
Sean took deep, throaty breaths as tears of pain dripped down his cheek and a final clear drop of prejac leaked out of his member. He rolled over to get another dollop of lube when it happened.
Warm softness wrapped around his cock, and his back arched in pleasure. He wasn’t even touching himself, but it felt like he was thrusting deep into something soft and inviting and oh so womanly. He’d never been inside a real pussy, but he was somehow sure this is exactly what it would feel like.
And not just any woman. This phantom vagina was somehow definitely Genovia’s. He could see her now: The brunette MILF was bent over, her luscious ass spread apart as he thrust clumsily but eagerly, each thrust eliciting another moan from her. She was on her elbows in front of the mirror at the bottom of her bed (so that’s what that was for), eyes rolled back into her head, mouth half open as she cried out in rhythm with his greedy cock.
Sean snapped back to reality, shot his hand between his legs to take a firm grip on his iron-hard cock, and began fapping with an intensity he usually reserved for the end of his long wanks. He had never been this horny in his life! Whatever was happening to him had pushed him far past his control. He needed relief, now. He needed to cum...
Genovia needed him to cum. He could hear her crying out to him, encouraging him to fuck her, alternating between moaning loudly and laughing playfully at his efforts. “Go on, Sean, almost there! *MMf*! I want you to cum inside me, honey. Your cock feels INCREDIBLE, even though it’s just your first time. Let it all out for me, fill me up, you handsome little devil, make me squirt all over-”
Sean pushed himself over the edge, bucking and thrusting, one hand rolling his balls around gently and the other gripping his cockhead tightly. His nuts drew up tightly in his sack, preparing to cover his sheets and his chest in a premature ejaculation.
But something stopped him short. It felt like a cork had just been shoved down his urethra. His orgasm nearly made it out of him before somehow slamming backwards. He could practically feel it being forced back down into his tightly packed balls, and it felt like a full-force kick. Sean opened his mouth in a silent scream and grabbed his nuts with one hand, keeping his other wrapped tight around his shaft, trying desperately to masturbate hard enough to get through whatever was stopping his orgasm.
Both actions only brought more pain. His balls felt like they had gone through a blender, and even his gentle caress felt like a nut-rupturing squeeze. Whatever was wrong with him clearly included a lot of extra sensitivity in his scrotum, but something else felt...different about the two organs he was gently rolling around in his hand.
Meanwhile, his stroking did nothing to get him past the brink of cumming. Each pump just shot another sickening jolt of pain through his nuts.
His genitals couldn’t seem to make up their mind: one second he’d feel himself contracting and a powerful orgasm start to emerge, and the next second, his balls would vacuum his semen out of his shaft back into them, twisting and contracting painfully. He let go of both of his bits, hoping that ending his self stimulation would end the pain, but the intense agony and twitching continued. His cock bounced up and down, undeterred and frustrated, puddling clear beads of precum onto his belly. He tried to think of something to stop his arousal, but his mind was bombarded with fantasy after fantasy that kept him right on the brink of cumming.
After almost an hour, the cock and ball twitches subsided, as well as most of the pain. He blinked away tears and looked between his legs, terrified at what he would find. It felt like his cock and balls had been put through a meat grinder.
He was still rock hard; the lack of manual and visual stimulation didn’t seem to do anything to wilt his throbbing member. It stared up at him, almost accusingly, his cockhead an angry purple, pulsing blue veins zigzagging across the side of his shaft.
But he gasped when he gently lifted his balls up to inspect them. They were still sore, but more than that, they were...different. He hefted them gently to make sure it wasn’t just his imagination.
They were bigger. And bluer. And still incredibly sensitive.
Suddenly another fantasy appeared in his mind. His stepsister on top of him, bouncing up and down. She had one hand wrapped around each of his balls and was squeezing them hard. He swore he could even hear her voice, giving him encouragement to shoot his load deep into her warm wetness: “Come on, Sean, you’re almost there! Shoot it out for me. We both know you want this. I don’t think either of us want me to squeeze it out.” He felt his balls jump up in his sack, and to his horror they contorted in his hands, just a bit. Indentations appeared on each side of the fleshy orbs.
Sean should have been disconcerted by how alien it felt to have his balls rolling around of their own accord. Unfortunately, he was much more preoccupied with the agony resulting from their movements. It felt like someone was physically pressing their thumbs deep into his nuts, cruelly twisting them around until their overfull innards were mush. He knew the vision of his stepsister was just a fantasy, but it felt so real. This was the worst case of blueballs he had ever had.
He staggered up, managing to keep his balance despite the newly acquired volume and pain between his thighs. He needed ice, and a cold shower, and pain killers. Strong painkillers. He gingerly put on his loosest pair of gym shorts, easing it on one leg at a time and using the stretchy waistband as a holster for his still-hard cock.
Sean tried not to think about what the implications of his injuries were. He didn’t know what caused them; he’d see a doctor about it, but what the hell was he going to say? Hey doc, I was masturbating the other day and I became SUPER CRAZY HORNY, yeah I know it’s normal for every young man, I know it’s normal but the thing is, doc, the craziest thing...I swear, this time my balls tried to eat themselves and I couldn’t get my cock to go down, I mean it was just DRIPPING hard without me even touching it, I was so aroused I…”
It sounded like something a pervert would make up so he could share his gross masturbatory fantasies with a real doctor. No doctor would stand that kind of blatant come-on, and even the most professional would kick him out in disgust. But maybe there’s one, dark brown hair, green eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, breasts like a couple of grapefruits, round and supple, and she lowers herself onto him, her lips a glossy red donut, as his rock-hard prick slipped down her practiced throat…
Hnnngh! Sean squeezed his thighs together as another orgasm tried to rocket out of him and was forced to an abrupt halt. This time, he felt something shift, just the slightest bit, inside his balls. His stomach dropped as he realized the implications of the newfound stinging pain deep inside the core of his nut.
It wasn’t just the pain; it was the damage. Whatever was causing him to constantly ruin his own orgasms was having serious ill effects on the core of his manhood. Something had come apart somewhere inside of his babymakers. It felt the way nails on a chalkboard sounded. He hoped his nut was repairable, but he had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t. He also had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn’t be the last testicular tear he endured.
Not only were they damaged by his ruined orgasm, they seemed to be growing more and more, their diameter expanding by a hairbreadth every time another fantasy ran through his mind. Was each one making them grow? That couldn’t possibly make sense...
Sean took a few more deep breaths, and used the stair banister to steady himself against the pain. How long was this hell to last? And how many more scraping scars deep inside his nutmeat was he going to have to endure?
How many could he endure, until they were rendered permanently inert? How tight could his scrotum get as its contents grew larger than it could accommodate?
Another fantasy came over him. His stepmom again, kneeling between his legs, her oily tits engulfing his throbbing cock and rhythmically slapping up and down. She smiled up at him as she rode the dildo between her legs, her mouth opening in shock and glee as she pushed him over the edge, his quivering cock spurting cum all over her-
SLAM. *crunch*
Sean collapsed at the bottom of the stairs as his sudden orgasm squelched back into him, opening up yet another tiny fracture inside his densely packed nut innards. Something was really wrong. He staggered to the kitchen as quickly as he could.
Chapter 2: Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Genovia’s stepson limped into the kitchen. He threw the freezer open and started rooting around for the ice tray.
She’d watched him psychically through his entire ordeal in his bedroom. The hour-long self-induced torture session amazed and confused her. She didn’t understand what was wrong with the kid! Every boy she’d blocked had the good sense to stop masturbating once they realized their cocks wouldn’t cooperate with them. Her powers didn’t give her exact knowledge of the feeling of testicular pain, but she could tell that her victims squelched orgasms were extremely uncomfortable. Only the horniest of guys were stubborn enough to try relieving themselves a second time after her hex painfully blocked their first orgasm.
And none had been stupid enough to try as many times as her stepson had. She lost track after his twentieth blocked climax. Usually, he drew out his stroking sessions, bringing himself to the brink of climax before stopping over and over, but today he seemed to cum from little to no stimulation at all today. Even on the way down the stairs, she’d felt her hex kick in and block another squirt of cum. He couldn’t even control himself when his cock was tucked away and untouched.
That was enough proof that he needed a libido block. A boy that was this addicted to his own hormones needed outside help. If she hadn’t been a mage, she probably would have slipped a chastity cage onto him at this point.
“Is everything alright, sweetie?” She asked her son innocently. He was filling up a large Ziploc bag with ice cubes and rooting around the kitchen cabinets for the Ibuprofen. He stood over the sink, bowlegged, trying to hide his pain and arousal from her.
“F...Fine, Gen! I, uh...I tripped and bruised the inside of my thigh pretty badly. Just...just getting some ice.” He stuttered back, his voice cracking. He was in intense agony, but even through it she felt another wave of arousal emit from him. She psychically felt his cock twitch again, and she couldn’t help but make a grimace of disgust.
Her hex kicked in as his orgasm began again. How he could cum while standing in front of her, without even touching his cock or looking at porn, she didn’t know. Her magic pinched his urethra shut again, but his shaft was still full of cum. She tried to shove his boy goo back into his balls, but they were packed too densely for her to fit it in. She redoubled her psychic efforts, and felt a sickening crunch of resistance as something gave way behind his nutcords and his sperm rushed back inside of their producers. “Aaahh...AIIIIIII!” Sean squeezed his thighs together, and she felt wave after wave of painful wrongness ripple out from the orbs between them.
Genovia had ruined a lot of male orgasms in her life as a witch, but only one had felt like this. She thought back to that poor frat boy her senior year…
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Anthony had no idea what he’d agreed to. She could see it clearly in his mind; when she asked him if he would let her magically control his orgasms, he had thought it was some kinky roleplay. He had no idea what he was giving up.
He changed his mind quickly when both of her spells gripped him. His balls started boiling with cum, and his limp member sprung to life, quivering. Dripping, too. It was near the end of the school year, and Genovia knew she would be out in the adult world soon. College was a time for experimentation, and when else was she going to get a boy so willing to give control of his sex life over to her?
One of her long time fantasies was offering the boy both the carrot and the stick. She could use her magic to effortlessly lock a guy away from climax, or make him spurt again and again until he was crying. But what happened if she gave the same boy both at once?
What happens when an unstoppable force slams into an immovable object?
It was tricky, because maintaining both of the spells on the same boy required a ton of effort. She needed someone who would actually stay still, in close range. And she was sure whatever the effects of the combination were, they would not be pleasant, so she needed to find a boy that she didn’t plan on meeting afterwards. Anthony was perfect. A cocky boy with a smarmy attitude to match his prodigious cock and plump balls.
Her powers let her see through his facade. He might act like the stud, but his fantasies were purely submissive. Getting him to agree to being tied up was easy. Once he was immobile, she was free to use him for whatever she wanted…
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“I’m...I’m going to lay down for the evening, actually. I already ate dinner, and I don’t feel so great.” Sean’s words snapped Genovia back to the present.
She frowned, attempting to look worried about her son’s condition. “Are you sure, sweetie? You’re not walking quite right, it looks like that bruise is pretty bad. You didn’t...hurt your balls, did you?”
“No!” He squeaked, much too quickly. He pressed the melting icepack back unconvincingly into his leg, although she could tell he desperately wanted it to sooth his burning, aching ballsack. “I’ll...I’ll be fine.”
Sean hobbled away, and Genovia sighed. Even through his pain, she could see that he had no plans to rest for quite a while tonight. He just couldn’t seem to keep his mind out of the gutter.
Boys could be so stubborn sometimes.
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Sylvana was thinking the same thing as she felt her stepbrother’s arousal aura trudging upstairs again.
He must be doing it to spite her. Nothing else explained how he could hold his cum in through her merciless magical blueballing. She’d tried every trick she knew, and he still held out.
Clearly, her stepbrother needed more drastic intervention.
She’d seen videos online demonstrating how effective ballcrushing was at forcing semen out of a boy. She’d never tested the technique out with her magic powers before today, but she’d squeezed plenty of testicles with her hands and feet hard enough to make them squirt. Earlier, during her step-brother’s frustrating adventure in his rooms, she’d even psychically busted her brother’s balls, squeezing as hard as she could and driving the psychic force of her thumb deep into the center of his gonad.
The force should have been more than strong enough to juice his fruits completely. The only explanation was that her voodoo spell wasn’t working properly. She was going to need to bust them in the physical realm instead of the magical one. But she would need an excuse for that...
She waited for him to get to the top of the stairs before coming out of her room. “Sean!” She shouted severely, frowning at the bow-legged kid.
The stubborn ass had gotten an icepack, and was pressing it into his swollen balls. He was numbing them even further, making it even harder for her to force him to cum. She couldn’t believe he was audacious enough to flaunt his self-control right in front of her.
“You jacked off next to me when I was sleeping last week.” He hadn’t, but the false memory she was projecting onto his mind was extremely convincing. She watched his face twist in confusion, then shock, then horror.
“Oh...oh god, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I would do that, I’ll never-”
She stepped forward swiftly and planted her knee between his legs. She could feel his man lumps squishing beneath her hard kneecap, and they felt ridiculous. She’d seen and felt his balls dozens of times through the ether, but never in the flesh. The two orbs were so much lumpier and swollen than she had remembered them.
Before he could catch his breath, she repeated the process, rhythmically slamming knee after knee up into his vulnerable testes. She smiled as she felt something deflate encouragingly beneath her assault. She’d seen this before: whenever a boy came from ballbusting, their nut sort of imploded inwards, forcing their load out before reinflating to their original shape. This was a sure sign that she had forced his sticky load out of him at last. She continued her knees anyway, each one sinking deeper and deeper into his battered nuts, forcing out more and more sticky wetness on the front of his shorts.
Finally, she was finished. She let the boy down, and he predictably collapsed in the fetal position. He was mewling and shuddering pathetically, his eyes crossed in pain. She almost would’ve felt bad at him, if she wasn’t so pissed at how he’d denied her the orgasm he owed her. Syl pulled her stepbrother’s shorts down, and his slimy cock and balls flopped out. His genitals and pubes were covered in slimy, clear wetness, but it lacked the opacity of true cum.
She gave him a physical reacharound, probing the tip of his penis and the inside of his shorts for the gooey load she was sure he had surrendered. But all of the fluid appeared to just be so much sterile precum. He had been edged beyond what should be humanly possible, but he STILL HADN’T CUM!
Syl had had enough. She psychically contorted his testicles, and she felt them move beneath her physical grip, indentations and bulges exactly matching the intricate patterns of pressure she etched on them through magic. Her powers were manifesting just fine in the physical world…So why the hell didn’t he cum earlier in his bedroom?
And what was that squelching testicular implosion beneath her knee?
She rolled his nuts around in her hands, and she found the answer to her second question. His balls felt significantly less firm than they had after the first knee. Neither of them were popped, but both were likely weakened permanently. She bit her lip guiltily. The damage was far more extensive than it should have been from her physical attacks alone; her earlier psychic assault on his balls must have loosened his nutmeat up already. That, combined with dozens of sharp knees, was enough to inflict some serious damage inside the plump eggs.
His injuries put him at a serious risk of suffering a rupture from even a few more full strength kicks. If she popped his nuts, he’d never cum again, and all of her efforts to force him to would be ruined! She released the grip around his balls and turned the constant tease spell back on. He jerked and passed out as visions of naked women overwhelmed his mind.
She dragged the unconscious boy back to his room, easing him under the covers. He would be asleep for a while, and she always found it easiest to manipulate boys when they were in dreamland. Their minds were so pliable then.
“Remember Sean, you deserved all that nutpain. Remember it the next time you feel the urge to masturbate to me without my consent. If I ever find you doing it again, I will rupture both of them. Thoroughly.” She smiled at the shuddering boy as he faded out of consciousness.
“Sweet dreams, dude.”
Chapter 3: Nightmares
Sean lay in bed, eyes half open, gurgling with pain.
His testicles were approximately the size of oranges now, and he had to lay splay legged in his bed to avoid crushing them between his thighs. He didn’t dare touch them to confirm, but he knew they were out of round now. He could see lumps and dents in places that had been smooth unbroken nutmeat before. Each irregularity felt fiery and nauseating, like a hot patch of pure pain on his manhood.
He willed himself to sleep. At least unconsciousness would bring relief from the pain.
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He awoke suddenly. Someone was under the covers with him. Someone warm, and wet, pressing two soft fleshy orb into his chest. He shuddered as the mystery partner wriggled up, aligning her warm wetness with his stiff member. The pain in his balls was finally gone.
“You’ve seen Inception, right?” His stepsister’s voice! He tried to move, but he couldn’t. Why couldn’t he? Why did everything feel so-
“Each layer of dreaming you’re in really does slow down time, although they got the factor off by a bit. I put us fairly deep in here, so I don’t have to worry about running out of real-world time. This...might take a while, if your subconscious is as stubborn as your conscious mind.” He heard the bite of anger in her voice. “I don’t know why you’ve been so insistent on controlling yourself, but I’m sure I’m finally going to break you tonight.”
He tried to resist, but she slid onto him effortlessly. His cock was engulfed in heavenly warmth, and he felt her tight pussy walls contract around his throbbing hardness. She was soaking wet, and she fit him like a glove. He instinctually started bucking, moaning each time he thrust into and out of her. She moaned, and Sean quickly started to reach his limit. He had been blueballed for hours, and his stamina was completely shot. He couldn’t possibly hold back-
And he did. Of course he did. The agony came back, stretching and tearing the insides of his delicate organs. His stepsister’s pussy contract around him, but the blockage inside his cock had appeared again. Everything seemed otherworldly, both too detailed and too blurry to be real. She fucked him vigorously and enthusiastically, driving him far past what should have been the point of no return, and once again he hit that metaphorical wall. His balls squelched in protest as another blocked orgasm forced something to come apart inside them, and he cried out in pain.
Syl had gone from happy and teasing to angry as none of her efforts convinced his cock to let a drop of cum out. She finally lifted off of him her own lovejuices coating his cock and lower belly, and stepped away.
“I’m disappointed you held out at all, but I figured something like this would happen. Luckily, the time dilation property of your dreams gives us sooo much time to play around. I know that little ride probably felt like it took hours, but in the real world, that was only an instant.”
Sean struggled to parse her exposition. He was still absurdly horny from his unsatisfying sex, and his mind was struggling to grasp concepts other than the immediate draining of his dangerously swollen testicles. “Real world...This…You’re a dream, you’re...you’re not real…”
Dream Syl sighed. “If believing that makes this easier for you, go right ahead. This is happening, whether you believe it or not.”
And suddenly she was reversed, her pussy pretty into his face, her hands gliding up and down his oily, twitching member. She rubbed her tight pinkness up and down his nose and lips, moaning as he desperately tongued at her nub of a clit. He’d never tasted a woman before, but his mind seemed to know how to recreate an exact replica of it. He squealed when his cock bounced in her hand again.
...And suddenly his stepsister was gone, and two women from his past were pleasuring him. Sofia, the strong Russian girl from his freshman calculus seminar, and Kayleigh, a plump redhead who helped him study for physics. Both were naked, eagerly fighting over which one got to ride Sean’s face and which one would fuck his cock. Sofia settled for his face, and he did his best to please the wide-thighed Russian goddess as she lowered her fat clit into his mouth. She grabbed his head and humped him unashamedly, taking as much pleasure from his inexperienced cunnilingus as she could. Kayleigh bounced up and down on his cock, fat boobs flopping wildly as her juicy pussy lips enveloped his cock over and over. She seemed to have a short fuse; almost every two minutes of thrusting brought her to another noisy orgasm. She wasn’t just thirsty for his cock; she also knew exactly how to use it for her pleasure. She made no complaint at his lack of cumming, and took full advantage of his endless hardon.
His balls were permanently in overdrive now, and each of her humps brought her thick ass slapping down into his canteloupe sized gonads, driving the breath out of him. He tried to squirm away, but Kayleigh and Sofia kept him pinned, each using him for their pleasure exactly as they wanted. Stunted orgasm after stunted orgasm tried to escape him, but Kayleigh was pinching his urethra shut at the base of his cock, her thumbs digging into his flesh. He shrieked at the knife-sharp pain of cum blocked right behind his shaft, desperate to spray up into her eager pussy...
...And suddenly reality melted into a new scene. His step mother was bent over in front of him, legs spread slightly so he could get a view of her shaved pussy. Her lips were a puffy pink and surprisingly tight, and he couldn’t help but get close and align his rock-hard cock with her dripping sex. He pushed forward, slipping into her shaved wetness, his thighs meeting the back of hers as he plunged inside his step-mom.
He desperately hoped this illusion would be the one to let him finish. Tears filled his eyes as he felt the familiar grinding pains inside of his delicate tissues. He remembered what Syl had said to him in a previous dream: time moved slower in here. He could be getting tortured for weeks, maybe even months, in this unending dream realm.
This was going to be a long night.
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Genovia slept soundly, but couldn’t forget her worry. Her son’s ruined orgasm really did feel too similar to that last ruined one she’d given Anthony. Her dreams turned to that fateful day…
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Anthony was kneeling in front of her, knees apart, his cock sticking straight out and dripping slightly. His jaw was locked, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut from her torment as he tried to endure the sickening tightness in his crotch. It had been weeks since she’d lifted either her orgasm block or her teasing spell from him. The poor boy was starting to go crazy.
“Please….PLEASE, Genovia! Whatever...however you’re doing this, please stop! My balls hurt so much, and I haven’t been able to think about anything but sex all WEEK. I’m hard and dripping precum all day, and my nuts feel like...like they’re going to pop.” His scrotum was distended with fullness beneath his bobbing cock. The normally wrinkly sack was pulled tight over its contents, like a couple of shrinkwrapped tangerines. His balls had swollen so much that they’d completely filled their containing sack up.
“A little more, Anthony. I swear I’m almost done. Just let me give you another of those cumshots you always beg for.” She’d never denied a boy for this long, or this intensely. He exuded magical waves of male frustration, and it only whetted her appetite for more. She locked her orgasm block on tighter, upped her tease spell, driving him to climax one more time before stoppering it cruelly…
This time, it felt different. He started to scream, and she looked down in surprise. Something had echoed out through the magic ether, some kind of explosion centered right between his legs. The taut skin of his scrotum had suddenly gone slack. Instead of two tight, full testicles, it looked like it only contained something much more...liquid. Lumps bulged through its thin skin. What had been two tight plums now looked like someone had stretched a condom over a cauliflower.
His balls had popped. She’d pushed them too far. No man could produce the amount of semen she tried to force him to. She felt around his sack desperately, trying to find a chunk of manhood that was still attached and functional. Failing that, she started working her magic, trying somehow to knit his fractured balls back into something functional. She only succeeded in moving the chunks around painfully in his sack, connecting a few together before they ripped apart, repeating the pain of rupture in him. He mewled and screamed through the whole ordeal. “Please, GOD PLEASE Genovia, take me to a hospital! Don’t use your powers anymore, that’s what caused this in the first-”
SPLISH. His nutchunks turned to a fine liquid as she pressed them together in a futile attempt to repair him. There was nothing left to try to fix now; the boy was permanently gelded. She had no idea how to use her powers for healing boys, not hurting them. She called an ambulance for the poor eunuch. She wondered what the doctors would think had happened...
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Eons later, Sean woke up.
Pain. Everything was pain.
He got out of bed gingerly, bowing his knees outward to make room for the distended sack that hung between them. Shaky steps, one at a time. Forward. Downstairs.
If his mind hadn’t become mush from the impossibly long wet nightmare, he would have remembered to slip on a loose pair of pants. But all he could think about was getting away from his bed, getting to the kitchen. He needed to ask his step-mom for help, maybe go to the hospital-
His step-mom. Even thinking about her made him shudder in terror and arousal. She’d been a common recurring vision in his years of unconsciousness. She’d act innocently, offering her butt or her pussy or her mouth to him, but right before he could cum she’d pull off him and block his orgasm, either sticking her pinky down his piss-slit, or pinching his cockhead so tightly no cum could escape. She repeated her “surprise” thousands of times over, maybe tens of thousands-Sean lost count long ago. And each time, his dreamself had been compelled to fall for it again, giving into the temptation of her soft pussy or tight ass, fucking her hard until she stopped his orgasm yet again. He could somehow still feel her, filling him urethra up and pinching it shut, blocking any escape from his overfilled, growing balls.
Not every woman in his dreams physically stopped him from cumming. Some of them seemed genuinely excited to make him spurt, and disappointed when he couldn’t. All of them fucked him through his protests. Every girl that had ever captured his attention reappeared, real and naked and extremely eager to force him through his orgasm block.
After Genovia, Sylvana had been the most frequent appearance. She seemed frustrated with him for some reason, but she fucked him anyway, riding him like an amazon. Her position gave him the perfect angle to watch her every time she came on his cock. He learned the shape of her orgasm well. First a finger on her hard clit, then a bitten lower lip. A certain tenseness, a tightening around his shaft, meant that she was right on the edge. She’d slam herself into him hard as she pushed herself over, heedless of his tears or pleading, her wet pussy enveloping him over and over. Her orgasms were noisy, shuddering affairs. He tried not to remember…
...He remember in perfect detail. He staggered down the stairs as his cock flopped, stiff and awkward, drooling precum like a leaky faucet. Remembering a single one of his step-sister’s orgasms drove him wild, and the thousands of memories she’d left etched in his mind drove him right over the edge. He barely kept himself upright as that familiar psychic kick in the balls plugged him up. As he came back from the brink of cumming, he felt something tighten alarmingly around his nuts. Did he have some kind of rubber band around them? Or a clamp?
He reached down and fondled himself, and gasped in horror. The tightness was from...himself. His scrotum could barely contain his swollen balls. He could literally feel them filled to the point of burst, taut to the point of bursting.
He needed to drain himself before they exploded in his sack. He’d get downstairs, call the ambulance…
...and jerk himself silly, just in case. It made so much sense to his cum-addled mind. He just needed to wrap his hands around his shaft, and stroke to completion. How hard could that be? How had he had any difficulty before? He was so horny.
He burst into the kitchen, cock bobbing in front of him. He wrapped both hands around his member and began jacking off furiously. In front of him sat his two female step-relatives, one disgusted, the other gleeful. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself anymore.
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Sylvana giggled as her denial-drunk brother started wanking right in the middle of the kitchen. It wasn’t surprising though, given how blue-balled he must be from last night.
She had given up actually making him orgasm about halfway through the night, but had continued to use him for her pleasure. His pleasure fed into her powers in ways she didn’t fully understand, and each shudder of pleasure rejuvenated her. She occasionally returned to the conscious world so she didn’t lose track of time, and it amazed her every time how big the time disparity was between the two realities. She’d catch her breath before diving back into his mind, and in the brief five minutes she was gone, he would have experienced anything between an hour and a month of intense pleasure.
It was no surprise he had finally lost control of himself. His entire body must have been fried with arousal. He barely seemed aware of his surroundings as he squatted down and pumped his cock deliriously, blatantly ogling her and her mother’s tits through their robes. She pushed her elbows in and squeezed them for him, and his eyes locked onto her breasts alone.
Something moved oddly below his cock. His sack was one pink shiny mass down, the seam between his testicles ironed flat from their swelling. As he pumped himself faster, she watched with glee as it stretch out, tighter and tighter, creaking ominously. One side of his left nut bulged out oddly.
She had a feeling something was seriously wrong with his nut. She didn’t know what he had to do to stop it, but jacking off was clearly not helping. If it didn’t stop swelling soon, the results would be...memorable. And hilarious. And...a little sexy, for some reason. Sylvana flushed a bit as her hand creeped toward her crotch.
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Genovia was aghast. Something was seriously wrong with her boy.
His eyes were vacant and unfocused, and he only had thoughts for sex. He was pumping and grunting, his face twisting into a silent scream each time her hex pushed one of his orgasms back into him. Why wouldn’t he just stop?! Any sympathy she could still have had evaporated.
She needed to stop this, once and for all. She ratcheted up her orgasm block to her limit, pulling on reserves of magic to keep him completely denied. Sean was not going to make a mess in front of her and her daughter, no matter what his sick perverted mind made him do.
Anthony.
She recognized that look on the boy’s face, all too late. This wasn’t natural. Someone was making him-
A muffled explosion erupted from his overstuffed sack. The boy fell backwards as his balls gave way to the pressure inside. He lay on the linoleum, jerking in agony, as a small part of his left nut split open, spitting out limp mush and malformed cum, the ravine in his nutmeat growing wider from his thrashing.
Genovia released her orgasm block, finally realizing the truth of her son’s condition. There was another mage around. Sean gasped and moaned, and an inhumanly large cumshot sprayed from him. Spurt after spurt shot straight up, like a geyser, white semen plastering the ceiling ten feet away from the tip of his member. As he continued, his cumshots lost some momentum, although not frequency. His spurts arced through the air without painting the ceiling, splattering his face and chest with his last genetic material.
She heard another tease spell nearly out of earshot, and felt his balls tighten even more. The left one finished killing itself, ejecting the remains of its innards through its blown out backside. His right finally gave way as well, twisting and contorting cruelly before giving another muffled pop as its sides split, instantly spewing its mush out and forcing its owner to redouble the pressure of his ejaculation. She could tell it was obscenely uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do for the kid. She needed to wait for him to finish castrating himself before she called an ambulance to take him away.
Her daughter gasped next to her.
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Sylvana had never known this side of herself. She enjoyed crushing a boys’ balls because it was funny, sure, but watching her step-brother’s nut shatter in front of her turned her on like nothing she’d ever seen. She couldn’t believe she’d stopped ballbusting him earlier. Why did she care if she hurt him? And why had she put so much effort into making those stupid things cum? Why was her self-worth so tied to what some boy thought of her?
No, this was real power here. What she was doing to him right now was more electrifyingly erotic than any amount of teasing. She twisted his right nut in her mind, juicing it like a lemon. Its insides squished through her fingers, and she couldn’t help herself. Rubbing herself fervently, she started to push herself over the edge. She knew mom was watching, but she couldn’t stop now. Watching a boy get castrated was a once in a lifetime experience.
Although it didn’t have to be...
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Sean collapsed forward, gasping and choking on his own cum as he leaned back and faded into true, dreamless unconsciousness. Genovia watched her daughter kneel next to the boy and fondle his sack. She couldn’t blame her. She had tried to heal Anthony up when she accidentally neutered him. Her daughter was clearly still inexperienced with her magic, and the girl only seemed to succeed in mushing up the larger chunks of her step-brother’s ex-manhood while trying to repair him.
Genovia needed to teach Sylvana the dangers of her gifts before she made any more eunuchs. She hadn’t realized until much later in her life that all that teasing she’d inflicted on boys in her high school had left permanent marks on their manhoods.
She learned it during a high school reunion. Geraldo Rodriguez was there, and she finally got the hookup she’d dreamt of senior year. Of course, she hadn’t known how to express that in high school, and her ‘affections’ came out as swift knees to the testicles. It had been hilarious to her at the time, but when she pulled his pants down she learned the embarassing truth.
He’d had to have one of his testicles removed, and apparently was far from the only one in their class to do so. A number of boys graduated with “only” persistent bruising and difficulty ejaculating, but a few of the more unlucky ended up having serious enough damage to both testicles that they were rendered totally nonfunctional.
If Syl was as careless with her abilities as she had been...she shuddered at the thought. “Syl, call an ambulance for your brother. I think he hurt his testicles.”
“I dunno what happened, but they are totally kaput! ” Syl stood up shakily and smiled innocently, badly pretending she hadn’t just masturbated to her own brother’s neutering. “Sorry, mom, I know his dad really wanted to have grandkids someday. You saw him though, right? Completely out of his mind, jacking off in our kitchen...I think something was seriously wrong with him! He...he might need his balls cut off! Well, I guess they’re not really balls anymore...”
Genovia sighed. “Call the hospital, they’ll clean him up and fix him. And young lady…We need to have a talk.”