Ballbusting Encyclopedia - Squeezing

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Ballbusting Encyclopedia - Squeezing

Mia stepped back and gestured to the next eager volunteer, a slightly chubby guy with a nervous look on his face. "This," she announced, "Is the Single Squeeze. A classic move that's perfect for beginners. And who knows," she added with a sly smile, "Maybe you'll find it's your favorite, too."

The man took a tentative step forward, his hands visibly shaking as Stacy guided him into position. Mia stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his crotch. She reached out, her hand gently cupping his balls. "Now," she began, her voice low and soothing, "This is where the magic happens." She demonstrated the Single Squeeze, her hand wrapping around his testicles with surprising strength. His eyes shot open wide, and she watched with pleasure as the color drained from his face.

"Remember, squeeze firmly," she instructed. "But not too hard." She tightened her grip, watching as the man's knees began to buckle. He opened his mouth to protest, but she squeezed even tighter. "Mmm, I can feel them," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the feel of his vulnerability in her hand. "So soft, so delicate."

The man's face turned a deep shade of red, his eyes watering as he gritted his teeth against the pain. He shook his head, trying to convey his limits without using words. But Mia was in a trance, her sadistic nature fully engaged. She squeezed harder, her fingers digging into the flesh of his testicles. His eyes grew wide with shock and pain, and he stumbled backward, desperately trying to escape her grasp.

Mia's laughter was like music to Stacy's ears, and she watched in awe as Mia's hand squeezed with a precision that belied the brute force she was applying. "Oh, come on," Mia taunted, her grip unyielding. "You can handle a little more, can't you?" But the man could take no more. With a final, pathetic whine, he crumpled to the floor, his hands clutching at his throbbing balls.

"Looks like someone couldn't handle the pressure," Stacy said with a grin, making her way over to the next volunteer. She pulled him closer to her, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and excitement. "Now, let's move on to something a bit more painful for the boys," she purred, her eyes shining with excitement. "Introducing the Twin Squeeze!"

The camera zoomed in as she took his testicles into both her hands. "It's like holding two delicate eggs," she began, her grip firm but not yet crushing. "But instead of being gentle, we're going to show them just how strong we really are." She paused, looking directly into the camera, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "You see, with the Twin Squeeze, you get to play with both of their precious little orbs at the same time." Her fingers tightened slightly, and the man's eyes widened in anticipation.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the studio, "Anything but that." Stacy leaned closer, her breasts pressing into his chest, the latex creating a delicious friction. "But, darling," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear, "You know what they say: No pain, no gain." Her grip tightened, her fingers digging into his sensitive flesh.

The man's eyes went wide, and he grabbed at her wrists, his fingers trembling as he tried to pull her hands away. But Stacy was unfazed. She simply squeezed harder, her grip like a vice. "You're only making it worse for yourself," she said. "The more you fight, the more it'll hurt." She watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Please," the man whimpered, his voice strained. "Not the balls." His desperate pleas only fueled Stacy's fire. "But that's the whole point," she whispered. "To see how much you can take." Her grip tightened even more, and she could feel his balls flattening under the pressure of her fingers. The man's knees gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling. "You're lucky I didn't pop them," Stacy said, her voice a mix of amusement and challenge. She stood over him, her heels digging into the floor.

Mia couldn't help but laugh at the man's pathetic display. She stepped over his writhing form and addressed the camera, her eyes alight with excitement. "Now, let's talk about the Double Squeeze," she began, her voice dripping with anticipation. "This move is for when you just can't decide which pair to go for—so you go for both!" She held up her hands, her fingers curling into fists. "Imagine, if you will, the power of holding not one, but two sets of balls in your hands. The thrill of controlling not one, but two men at the same time."

The next two volunteers took their places behind her, their eyes locked onto her perfect ass. They were both lean and muscular, their faces etched with lust and fear. "You're both going to be so helpful," she murmured, placing one hand on each of their crotches. She felt their cocks stiffen against her palms, and she smirked. "I'm going to show you how to handle two pairs of balls at once."

Mia began to squeeze, her fingers wrapping around their testicles like a python coiling around its prey. She felt them swell in her grip, their breaths hitching as she applied just the right amount of pressure. "When it comes to the Double Squeeze," she announced to the camera, "You've got to make sure you're giving both sets of balls the same amount of love—or should I say, the same amount of pain!" She winked at the camera, her grip tightening slightly. The two men gasped in unison, their eyes watering with the intensity of the sensation.

But even as they both grabbed at her wrists, trying in vain to stop the agonizing pain, their erections remained steadfast, poking through the fabric of their boxer briefs. Mia chuckled at their futile struggle. "It seems our little experiment is working," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Look at them, trying to fight it." She glanced back at Stacy, who was watching with a mix of fascination and arousal. "It's like they can't help themselves," she added, her grip tightening even further.

"If I had more arms," Mia mused, her eyes glazed over with the thought, "I'd love to squeeze even more men at once." She paused, her smile growing wider. "Imagine it," she continued, her eyes flicking to the next eager volunteer, his bulge obvious even from a distance. "A whole room of men, all at my mercy, begging for relief as I crush their balls in a symphony of pain and pleasure." The thought was so tantalizing that she couldn't help but squeeze the two sets in her hands a little harder, eliciting matching gasps from her current subjects.

The men's hands tightened on her wrists, their pleas growing more urgent. "Please," one of them begged, his voice a strained whisper, "not so hard." But she was lost in the thrill of the moment, her own arousal spiking with each squeeze. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her latex outfit clinging to her skin as she enjoyed the power she held over them. "Begging already?" she teased. "You both know that only makes me want to squeeze harder." She tightened her grip, their faces contorting in pain. The men's grips on her wrists grew frantic. "Please," the other one pleaded, his voice strained. "I'll do anything, just stop squeezing my balls." His words were a sweet symphony to her ears, and she felt her own excitement build.

Suddenly, with a gasp, one of the men crumpled to the floor. His knees had buckled, and he was unable to support himself any longer. Mia looked down at the man with a mix of disappointment and satisfaction. "Looks like someone's had enough," she said with a smirk, her grip loosening on the remaining pair of balls. The standing man's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and relief, his face a mask of pain as he watched his companion fall.

Mia turned her attention to the one still standing. "Now, let's talk about alternatives to just squeezing, shall we?" she said, her voice taking on a more playful tone. She demonstrated the 'Pumping' technique, her hand rapidly squeezing and releasing his testicles like a heartless pump. The man's breath came in short gasps. Mia leaned in close to the camera, her latex-covered chest heaving with the effort. "It's like playing with a stress ball," she said with a wink. "Only, instead of a boring office toy, you've got a live pair of testicles in your hand." She began to pump away, her hand moving rapidly as if working a tiny set of bellows. The man's body jerked with every squeeze.

But Mia wasn't satisfied with just pumping. "Let's switch things up a bit," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. While she still had him by the nuts, she began to twist, her wrist moving in a slow, deliberate circle. The man's eyes shot open, and he let out a high-pitched squeak that was music to her ears. "Ah, the twist," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the camera. "It's like you're wringing out a wet towel, only this time, the towel is a pair of balls." She increased the speed, watching as the man's face grew redder and redder. "You've got to be careful with this one," she warned the viewers. "Too much, and you might just turn them into a pair of earrings." Her twisting grew more vigorous, the man's body jerking with each rotation. He tried to pull away, but she held firm, her grip like iron. "Look at him squirm," she said, her voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "There's just something about watching them in pain that makes me wet." She winked at the camera, her hand still working away at the man's testicles.

The room was thick with the smell of sweat and fear, but Mia's arousal was undeniable. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she enjoyed the power she had over her victim. "Now, let's talk about pulling," she began. "It's like plucking a ripe fruit from the tree," she added, her eyes glinting with a sadistic light.

She readjusted her firm hold of his testicles and began to pull, gently at first. The man's mouth formed a silent scream as she stretched his sensitive flesh. She felt his legs wobble and watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he slowly sank to his knees. "Good boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she followed him down, maintaining her grip.

"Now, let's see," Mia mused, her eyes glinting with sadistic curiosity. "Which do you find hurts the most?" she asked the camera, her voice a siren's song of pain and pleasure. "Is it the squeeze, the pump, the twist, or the pull?"

The man on his knees could only whimper in response, his eyes pleading. But Mia was in no mood for mercy. "What say you, boy?" she called out, her voice echoing in the otherwise silent studio. "Should we go for the squeeze again?" The camera zoomed in on her hand as she demonstrated, her fingers tightening around his testicles until he whimpered louder. "Or perhaps the pump?" She switched to the rapid squeeze and release, watching the man's body jerk with every motion. "The twist, maybe?" Her hand twisted, his face a contortion of agony. "Or is it the pull that really does it for you?"

Before she could get a reply from the man, his body spasmed once, twice, and then he went limp. His head lolled back, and Mia felt his grip on her wrist loosen. She held him upright for a moment longer, mouth agape. And then, with a dramatic sigh, she released him, letting him crumple to the floor. "Looks like we'll never know," she said, her voice light with amusement.

"Your turn, Stacy," she called out, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Stacy stepped over to the next man, her hips swaying with a predatory grace. She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his boxer briefs. "Now, this one," she said, her voice low and seductive, "Is a personal favorite of mine." She held up her palms and clapped them together. "It's called The Clam," she announced to the camera, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

The man looked at her with a mix of fear and excitement, his eyes glued to her latex-covered body. He could feel his heart racing as she stepped closer, her breasts bouncing with each step. "You see," she began, her voice a sweet purr, "With The Clam, you don't just squeeze the balls." She leaned in closer. "You crush them."

Stacy placed her palms flat on either side of his crotch, her hands pressing into the soft flesh. She took a moment to savor the feel of his balls trapped between her palms, his cock straining against the fabric. "It's like holding a pair of the finest pearls," she began, her voice a sultry whisper. "So round, so smooth, so... precious." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied the man's face, his expression a mix of lust and fear. "Did you know that pearls are formed when an oyster has a piece of sand trapped inside its shell?"

The man's eyes darted to hers, his breath shallow and quick. "Well," Stacy continued, her voice like silk, "Think of these balls as the sand, and our hands as the oyster's shell. With enough pressure," she demonstrated by squeezing harder, "You can create something truly beautiful." The man let out a strangled moan. Stacy chuckled, her grip tightening even more. "Or," she amended, "You can just crush them into oblivion."

With a wink at the camera, she began to squeeze with all her might. The man's knees buckled, and he would have fallen if not for her unrelenting grip. His face grew red, his eyes bulging as she applied more and more pressure. She watched, transfixed, as his breath grew ragged and his body began to convulse. "Oh, it looks like someone's about to crack," Mia murmured, watching the scene unfold with a sadistic smile. "Keep going, Stacy. Show them how it's done." Stacy's eyes never left the man's as she continued to crush his testicles, her smile growing wider with every passing second.

The man's legs trembled, and his moans grew louder, his hands clutching at her arms. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his body went limp. With a final twitch, he passed out cold, his testicles trapped between Stacy's unforgiving palms. She held him there for a moment, his lifeless body sagging in her grasp, before she finally let go. The sound of his body hitting the floor was like a drumbeat in the tense silence of the room. Mia's laughter was the only sound that broke the stillness. Stacy looked down at the unconscious man, a smug smile playing on her lips. "It's always so fascinating to me," she began, her voice a mix of wonder and sadism, "How they can still get hard even when they're in so much pain." She gestured to his cock, which remained erect even as the rest of his body lay still. "It's like their dicks don't get the memo that their balls are being crushed to oblivion." She stepped back, admiring her handiwork.

Mia's gaze shifted to the two remaining volunteers, who were now visibly sweating. "Now, my lovelies," she said, her eyes gleaming, "We're going to show you something really special." She strode over to them, her hips swaying in a way that made their hearts race—whether from fear or arousal, it was hard to tell. "This one's called the Pinch," she announced, holding up her hand in a gesture that mimicked the move. "It's about giving pain to just one of their testicles." She demonstrated on the nearest man's crotch, her thumb and forefinger squeezing one testicle with surprising force. He yelped, his eyes going wide.

"But here's the twist," she continued, "You don't just pinch and let go." She leaned closer to the camera, her grip never wavering on the man's trapped testicle. "You hold on," she whispered, her voice a mix of malice and sweetness, "And keep holding until they beg for mercy." The man's hand shot to her wrist, his eyes pleading, his body writhing as she talked. She ignored his cries, her focus solely on the camera. "The beauty of the Pinch," she said, her voice steady despite the man's pained moans, "Is that it's so precise. So... personal." She twisted her hand slightly, eliciting a guttural scream from the man. His nails dug into her forearm, his grip tightening around her shoulder as if trying to pull himself away from the agony she was inflicting.

Mia's smile grew wider as she watched the man's reaction. She knew the power she held in that moment—the power to cause such exquisite pain, to make him squirm and beg for release. It was intoxicating. "Some might say it's cruel," she mused, her thumb pressing harder into the soft flesh of his testicle. "But we know the truth, don't we, girls?" She winked at the camera. "It's all in good fun, and look how much he loves it."

Her eyes drifted down to his erection, still standing proud despite the agony he was in. "It's like they say," she continued, "A man's dick has a mind of its own." She twisted her hand, the man's scream echoing through the studio. "Look at that," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and admiration. "You're so hard for me, even when I'm causing you so much pain." The man's face was a mask of torment, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to block out the sensation. "It's like your cock is begging for more," she added, her tone playfully wicked. She watched as a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his erect member, the fabric of his boxer briefs growing damp.

Mia took a step closer, her latex-covered breasts brushing against his arm. "But let's not forget about the tip," she said, her free hand reaching down to stroke the sensitive head of his cock. The man's body jerked at her touch, a whine escaping his clenched teeth. She began to tease him gently, her fingertips tracing circles around the engorged flesh. "This is where all the nerves are," she explained to the camera, her eyes never leaving the man's face. "And it's the perfect place to add a little... extra something." She gave the tip a firm pinch, and the man's body arched, his eyes shooting open in surprise.

Stacy watched, her own arousal growing by the second. She stepped closer, unable to resist the urge to join in. "Let's not leave the other one out," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. She reached down and pinched the other testicle, her thumb and forefinger digging into the flesh with a precision that spoke of experience. The man's scream grew louder, his body jerking as if he'd been electrified. Stacy's free hand slid down to his shaft, stroking him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. His cock was rock-hard, and she could feel his pulse through the thin layer of cotton.

Together, the two women worked in unison, their hands moving in a delicate dance of pain and pleasure. They pinched and twisted his testicles, their grips alternating between gentle and brutal. The man's moans grew more desperate, his hips bucking against their hands. Mia's touch grew more insistent, her fingertips tracing the length of his cock, teasing the slit at the tip with a flick that made him jolt. She watched his reactions with the intensity of a scientist studying a new specimen, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she experimented with different pressures and strokes. Stacy followed suit, her hand joining Mia's in a symphony of torture. They pinched and rolled his testicles in tandem, their movements perfectly synchronized. With each twist of their wrists, the man's moans grew louder, his body writhing on the floor. Their other hands played with his cock, stroking and squeezing in a delicate balance of pleasure and pain.

"Look at that," Mia murmured to the camera, her eyes never leaving the man's contorted face. "He's about to cum, even though we're crushing his balls." Stacy chuckled, her grip tightening slightly. "Is that right, sweetie?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Are you going to blow your load for us?" The man's only response was a strangled cry, his eyes wide and unseeing. They watched him with the excitement of children unwrapping a gift, each twitch and gasp bringing them closer to the moment of climax. "It's like watching a volcano," Mia said, her voice filled with awe. "You can feel the pressure building, building, until finally..." She trailed off, her eyes gleaming. "Until finally," she finished with a grin, "It erupts."

And erupt he did. With a final, desperate wail, the man's cock pulsed, sending a spurt of cum through the fabric of his boxer briefs. The sight of his semen staining the black material was like a trophy for them, proof of their power. Mia and Stacy exchanged a look of triumph, their eyes sparkling with victory. The man's body went limp, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the pain. They stepped back, allowing him to collapse onto the floor, his body trembling.

They turned to the last man standing, who watched the scene with sheer terror etched across his face. His eyes darted from Mia to Stacy and back again, his body rigid with fear. Sweat beaded on his forehead, yet his cock remained as hard as steel, straining against the confines of his boxer briefs. Mia stepped closer to him, her heels clicking on the floor like the tick of a clock counting down to doom. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection with a gentle touch that belied the pain she had just inflicted on the others.

"Now, for our grand finale," Mia announced, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. She held up her hand, palm out, fingers slightly curled. "This, my dear viewers, is the Slap Grab." The man's eyes widened in horror as she demonstrated the motion, slapping her palm against an invisible set of balls before closing her hand into a fist. "It's simple, really," she said, her smile cruel. "You swing your hand like you're slapping a pair of ripe melons, but instead, you're grabbing the jewels."

Mia took a step closer to him, her hips swaying with a predatory grace that made his knees weak. "And for this final demonstration," she continued, "Stacy and I will be tag-teaming." The man's eyes darted to Stacy, who gave him a wink that was anything but reassuring. "We're going to show you just how much fun two girls can have with one set of balls."

They positioned themselves in front of the trembling volunteer, their latex-covered bodies a polar opposite to his bare chest and tight underwear. Mia's and Stacy's hands landed on his shoulders simultaneously, the warm touch of their fingers sending a shiver down his spine. They leaned in closer, their faces mere inches from his. The scent of their perfume mixed with the faint tang of their arousal filled the space around him.

Mia's hand shot forward first, slapping the man's crotch with a sound that echoed through the room. His eyes watered, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his body jolting at the sudden impact. "And now for the grab," she whispered, her fingers curling around his testicles. She squeezed, her grip firm and unyielding. The man let out a strangled cry. Stacy watched with hungry eyes, her own hands itching to join in. The second slap came from Stacy, her palm connecting with his balls with a force that made the first one seem like a gentle tap. She followed it with a squeeze that was every bit as merciless as Mia's had been. The man's knees buckled, and he would have fallen if not for their grip on his shoulders.

They began to move in tandem, their slaps and squeezes a rhythmic punishment that made the man's body dance in place. Each time they struck, his cock jerked against their hands, the pain and humiliation mixing with a strange, twisted pleasure. "Look at him," Mia said, her voice filled with amusement. "He's like a marionette, dancing to our tune."

Their pace grew faster, their slaps more precise, and the man's cries grew louder. His body twitched and jerked with each impact, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. The power they wielded was undeniable, their dominance absolute. Stacy's hand shot out, slapping his balls again before Mia's could even withdraw.

"Oh, I think he's enjoying it," Stacy said with a wink to Mia, who nodded in agreement. "Look how hard he's getting for us."

Mia couldn't help but smile at the sight of the man's cock, which was now visibly pulsing.

"You know what, Stacy?" she said. "Why don't we give him a little something extra? Why don't we both go for it at the same time? One for each of his little pearls," she suggested with a wicked grin.

Stacy's eyes lit up with excitement at the idea. "Oh, Mia, that's just wicked!" she exclaimed. They both took a step closer to the man, their hands poised and ready. The man looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes darting between the two women, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

In a swift, coordinated motion, Mia and Stacy slapped the man's testicles with a ferocity that sent a jolt of excitement through their bodies. The sound was like a pair of wet towels snapping in the air, and the man's cry of pain was music to their ears. They didn't bother with gentle squeezes now—each grip was a vice, each squeeze a declaration of their power.

Mia's eyes narrowed with focus as she watched the man's cock, the way it jerked with every assault on his balls. She knew he was close, the tension in his body telling a story of impending release.

"Ready, Stacy?" she asked, her grip tightening around his left testicle. Stacy nodded, her own hand poised around his right. "On three," Mia whispered, her voice low and seductive. "One, two..."

On three, their hands clamped down like vises, their fingers digging into the soft, sensitive flesh. The man's body convulsed  as he let out a high-pitched scream. His cock jerked erratically as they mercilessly squeezed and twisted his testicles through the flimsy barrier of his boxer briefs. The fabric grew wetter, the pressure building until the man thought he could take no more.

And then, it happened. With a final, desperate groan, his body tensed, and hot jets of cum shot forth from his cock, soaking the fabric of his underwear. His knees gave way, and he slumped to the floor, his legs useless beneath him. The feeling of his orgasm was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and agony that made his head spin. Through the haze of pain, he could feel the sticky warmth spreading across his thighs, a primal reminder of his complete submission to the two sadistic vixens.

Mia and Stacy stepped back, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They exchanged a high-five, their laughter ringing through the room like the toll of a victory bell. "Well, that was easier than I thought," Mia said, her voice filled with amusement. "We didn't even need to touch his penis!"

The man lay on the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked like a rag doll, discarded after a particularly vigorous play session. The wet spot on his boxer briefs grew larger, the evidence of his forced climax a dark stain against the black fabric.

Mia stepped back, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of the demonstration. She turned to the camera, her smile wicked as she leaned down to whisper into the lens. "And that, my lovely viewers, concludes this week's episode of Ballbusting Encyclopedia," she said. "We hope you enjoyed the show as much as we did." She looked over her shoulder at Stacy, who was busy wiping her hands clean on a towel. "But wait," she added, raising a finger, "Before you go, remember to hit that like button, subscribe to our channel, and leave a little something in the comments." She winked. "Let us know what you'd like to see next week. Maybe we'll do a little more... hands-on exploration of the male anatomy."

The camera lingered on the man for a moment longer, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pain and pleasure. Mia waved goodbye to the camera, her latex-covered breasts jiggling with the motion. "See you all next week," she concluded. Stacy followed suit, her wave just as cheery despite the sadistic smile playing on her lips.