Natalie the Nut Cruncher

Natalie the Nut Cruncher

By Jamie

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Pt. 1

The sound of moaning a grunting echoed through the apartment, Natalie was spending her afternoon like she did every weekend and was currently giving some poor schmuck the ride of his life in her bed.

The blonde straddled the man with her toned thighs and rode his cock with ease.

“Fuckkk, am I- am I the biggest you’ve ever had??” The boy asked through labored breaths as he dutifully fucked her, looking up to Natalie with the most pathetically naive puppy dog eyes she’d ever seen.

She brushed his sweat drenched hair out of his face and smiled down at him, his inexperience made her giggle.

While his cock was an impressive 8 inches and thick as a beer can, he was nowhere near the biggest she had encountered, hell, at this point she could barely feel his cock inside of her.

“Oh yeah baby! Fuck me!” She said sounding unamused, although he couldn’t pick up on her tone as he plunged his cock deep inside of her.

Just as his plum sized balls began to tighten up to his lean body, and his pace became erratic and desperate, Natalie’s phone dinged. She picked it up off the side table with out missing a beat and as she read the text a glint shined in her eye.

He pumped his cock in and out of her erratically, chasing his approaching orgasm.

“Sorry dude” she said as she abruptly dismounted him leaving his aching cock twitching in the air on the edge of release.

He looked horrified as his cock bounced in the air, trying desperately to get that last bit of stimulation it needed to send it over the edge.

“I have better shit to be doing, you can leave now!” She said smiling at her phone.

“Wait what the fuck?!” He moaned looking in horror at his aching member, his engorged pink tip leaking precum profusely.

“I said get out” she said looking up from her phone unimpressed.

“Can I at least finish myself off??” He said incredulously, the look on his adorable face making her giggle.

"No" She said coolly.

A look of sadness spread across his handsome face, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Let me” she said walking over to him with her hand trailing up his trembling leg.

“Fuckkk” he moaned as he bucked his hips into her hand.

She then reached up and grabbed a well hidden blade from her hair.

SQUICK

She sliced open his plump sac, cutting through his tender nut meat like butter.

For a moment the room was silent, his large balls looking mangled as they hung grotesquely between his trembling legs.

All the boy could get out was a pitiful squeak as he looked down in horror.

She sliced at them again, this time taking the bottom half of his plump nuts clean off.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out from the horror of it all, however his cock was still very much awake as it twitched violently.

“ ooooh you’re one of those guys” she mumbled to herself as her hand went down to her slick cunt and began to finger herself as the inexperienced boys unconscious body began to spams as large ropes of sperm came shooting from his now useless cock.

Rope after rope of his sticky seed splattered across his heaving chest, some even hitting his face, after his volcanic eruption of cum had mostly subsided he lay there motionless covered in a mixture of blood and cum, twitching occasionally as he felt the end of his last fertile orgasm.

Natalie rubbed herself silly watching the embarrassing display, she was closer to cumming now than she had been the entire time that loser had been fucking her.

She stopped herself though, not wanting to waste her orgasm on this unconscious twat. She grabbed her phone again and called her ex.

"I got your text Brad.." She said softly.

"Then you'll meet me there? At the restaurant?" He said through the phone, the mans deep voice almost sounding desperate.

"Oh I'll be there..." She said seductively. "Make sure you book the whole room, I would hate to have to be around so many people.."

"Done!" He interrupted. "Anything for you Nat" He almost whined.

"Get your dick out of your hand and go buy some shit to impress me" She said coldly as she hung up the phone.

Brad looked down at his phone with a sad look on his face, like a kicked puppy, he then looked to his other hand that was holding his twelve inch cock and sighed, he stroked it slowly, shivering as he thought of Natalie's touch replacing his.

His cock twitched as he imagined it deeper, his hand stroking his full length now, giving more attention to his swollen cockhead, it was deep purple-y shade, swollen beyond belief and dripping with precum.

"No! I- I can't cum yet!" He whispered to himself as he begrudgingly let go of his member. He stuffed it back into his pants and looked in the mirror, grimacing at the obscene outline his relentless erection was causing.

He shook his head and gathered his things, rushing to get things as perfect as they could be for tonight, Natalie had been ignoring him for months now and he wasn't sure he could go any longer without feeling her touch.

Natalie made her way to the fancy restaurant Brad had booked for them, she wore a silky black evening gown, the neckline dangerously low, showing almost everything. The restaurant was nearly underneath her penthouse apartment, only a one minute walk down the sidewalk, so she decided to have a little fun and go for a walk.

As she stepped outside her first victim was a lanky boy manning a hot dog stand, he took one look at her and within seconds a tent began to form under his apron.

"Hi there sir I- Well I was wondering if you could help me find a reallyyy big sausage?" She said as innocently as she could muster, leaning forward and giving him an orgasmic view of her cleavage.

A smirk fell across the acne ridden boys face as he reached under his apron and shuffled around a bit. As she noticed this she smiled.

"Can I get it in a bun?" She said with her best wide eyed innocent look plastered on her face.

"If you want" The boy snickered, grabbing a bun and sliding his aching cock between the buns. He then pushed his apron to the side and presented Natalie with his meat, his thick cock mashed between two buns, at the base of his cock was his clearly never shaven bush, it reached two inches up his eight inch shaft and made her nose wrinkle a little, her eyes kept going and traced the veins of his cock, leading up to his flared pink tip, as she looked closer under the sides of his obscenely large head was a significant build up of smegma, typical dude who cant even care for his own manhood.

She snorted and recoiled.

"Ew!" She laughed.

"You bitch! You'd be lucky to get ride on a cock like this!" He said trying oh so hard to sound tough but sounding more like a playground bully with a hurt ego.

"Suree" She laughed as she noticed a few utensils on the hotdog cart, a shiny fork catching her eye in particular.

"Well Can I still have a taste?" She asked looking innocent again.

"Go ahead bitch!" He said laughing, pushing his hips out so his big smelly cock was further on display.

As Natalie leaned down she opened her mouth, parting her soft lips ever so slightly, but as he was distracted she reached for the fork on his cart and jabbed it down into his thick meat.

SQUICK

"FUCKKKK!" He screamed as he looked down at his impaled cock, the fork pierced just below his flared tip and had burst through the underside of his swollen cockhead.

"Oops!" Natalie said as she stepped away and laughed.

"Sorry man! I asked for a sausage not your smelly cock, keep it in your pants next time!" She said as she walked down the street, her massive tits bouncing obscenely as she walked.

Her eyes then set on her next "victim". A muscular cyclist was coming towards her, wearing tight sweat soaked lycra, she could see every groove of his toned body and every curve of his plump manhood, and as soon as his eyes landed on her she noticed his bulge begin to grow, within seconds he was closer and his cock was at full mast, straining painfully against its lycra confines.

As he was distracted he failed to see the lightpost ahead of him and with a resounding CRASH His bike hit the post, It sent him flying forward and much to his dismay head first into a trashbin, his toned legs sticking up to the sky and his overstuffed package on full display between his kicking legs.

Natalie skipped up to the cyclist and looked down at her target, with every shake and movement his plump balls jiggled within his lycra shorts, not to mention the wet spot forming at the tip of his aching cock.

CRUNCH

Natalie sent her fist down onto the mans unprotected balls, his whines and cries muffled by the garbage bin he was in.

She then grabbed his balls with both hands, feeling the plum sized organs roll around inbetween her fingers.

"Wanna keep them?" She said giggling.

"MMMFF YESSS YESSS!!!" She heard come from the can below.

"Oh you wanna keep your balls? Or you want me to break them?" She asked with her sinister faux innocent tone.

"NOOOOO! NOOOO!" He screamed in the garbage bin.

"You don't want to keep your balls?" She said quirking an eyebrow. "Okayyyyy If you say so!" She giggled as she bared down on his manhood with all of her strength.

her fingers tightened around his sweaty, plump manhood and within seconds a high pitch scream emanated from the trash can.

"Awww does that hurt?" She giggled.

He couldn't even muster a proper word as she bore down onto his sensitive balls and squeezed again as hard as she could.

CRUNCH

"Oooh that didn't sound good" She giggled feeling the mans right ball swell to obscene sizes in her hand.

From this angle with his legs kicking wildly and his sweaty package on display for all to see she began to get a whiff of his sweaty manhood.

"Fucking hell dude you should shower! your nuts STINK!" She exclaimed as she sent her fist flying down onto their plump outlines again.

She then grabbed his miraculously erect cock and fealt it twitch in her hand.

"Typical" She groaned as she released it from her grasp.

CRUNCH

She sent her fist down onto his balls eliciting another squeal from the garbage bin.

Just then an older lady and her granddaughter walked by, her granddaughter couldn't have been over 19 and the older lady no older than 60.

"What's going on here?" the older woman asked.

"This perv was riding around with his bulge out like that!" Natalie exclaimed pointing to the obscene bulge in his lycra.

"Oh my god! Granny its so gross!" The younger girl exclaimed as she looked on in horror.

"Let this be a lesson honey" The older woman said with a stone cold expression on her face. "A lesson on how to deal with perverts like this" She said raising her cane above her head.

"HUH?1" a muffled noise came from the trash.

CRACK!

POP

Her cane came swinging down on the poor mans groin and caught his swollen right nut dead on, his manhood was no match for an old woman's cane as it was turned to mush.

The woman lowered her cane and looked on with a satisfied look on her face, her granddaughter looking on interested as the mans body twitched violently, then his tenting erection began to twitch like his body before a sticky white pool of cum oozed from the tip of his erection and dripped all over him.

"Gross! That's the same stuff Tim leaves in my socks!" She said giggling.

"Well we will be having a 'conversation' with your brother later then...." The older woman said as she ushered her granddaughter away.

"Thankyou!" Natalie said smiling to the other women.

"No, thank you!" The older woman said sharing a knowing glance with Natalie.

As the pair walked away Natalie could feel her cunt dripping through her panties so she decided to quicken the pace to the restaurant, she was all riled up now and couldn't wait to get her hands on Brad.

*

Pt. II

As Natalie entered the restaurant her lips curled into a slight smile, Brad had in fact booked the whole restaurant just for her! The thought of him wasting thousands on this place just to see her made her pussy ache.

"What a pathetic man he is..." she said as she bit her lip and scanned the empty restaurant for him, her eyes eventually landed on him, sitting nervously at one of the best tables in the place.

As she walked by the host station a young man tried to stop her. He was no more than 19 years old and looked like he belonged in front of his computer instead of in a fancy place like this, his acne ridden face would've been handsome had it not been accompanied by a scruffy unkempt stubble and a horrifically under plucked unibrow.

"You need a reservation ma'am" He said putting his arm out in front of her.

She looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to be angry or laugh at his stupidity.

As she studied the poor boy her eyes went up and down his lean frame, her eyes honed in on her favorite spot, His slacks left little to the imagination as they clung to his slowly growing bulge, she could clearly make out where his undeniably virgin cock was hanging and beneath it his two bulbous nuts.

A wicked grin spread across her face.

CRUNCH

Her knee launched up in-between his scrawny legs and made contact with his sensitive balls.

"OOOUGHHH" The boy coughed out as he bent in half, his hands desperately reaching for his aching manhood.

"I'm with him" Natalie said coolly. "Any other issues?" She asked grinding her knee further into his groin.

"NO MA'AM!" She squeaked out as he felt his balls be squished viciously against his abdomen.

"Good." She said lowering her knee and making her way to her table, the boy crumpled to the ground behind her, whining and whimpering on the floor.

Before she could get to the table Brad was standing up, he wasn't the only thing standing to attention though, his massive cock protruded obscenely from his groin, pushing against the thin fabric of his dress pants.

"Glad you're excited..." Natalie said as she sat down first, Brad's giant cock now at eye level with her.

"Sit down before I have to smack that thing back into it's place" She said coldly as she picked up a menu. Brad obliged and sat down as quickly as he could.

"Y- you look lovely Natalie-" Brad stammered as he sat across the table from her, he was cut off abruptly when he felt her heel-clad foot rubbing up against his muscular thigh.

"I know I do" Natalie smirked, her foot going higher and higher up Brad's leg.

Brad's handsome face became flush with an adorably pink blush, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead as her foot got closer and closer to his aching package.

"fuck Natalie- I- I missed you-" He said between labored breaths.

Natalie could only smirk, she didnt want him to know how arousing this was her too.

"What can I get for you two lovebirds today!" A young man's voice cut through the tension, Natalie's foot stopped just inches from Brad's aching cock.

Brad glared at the boy but he didn't care to notice as he was too busy ogling Natalie.

The waiter stood about five foot ten, his dark brown hair combed back into a somewhat presentable style and his stubble trimmed to be clean but still rugged. He couldn't have been older than 25, He looked directly at Natalie's generous cleavage and grinned.

"Ma'am if this guy doesn't do it for ya just let me know and I'll be sure to take care of ya" He said smirking as he pushed his hips out a bit, his growing bulge showing the outline of his stirring manhood.

Brad nearly jumped from his seat in anger but Natalie stuck her heel in his leg sharply.

"Let me handle this" She said smirking.

Brad backed down and looked on in confusion as Natalie's manicured hand trailed up the Waiters leg.

"What's your name big boy?" She said as she loosely circled around his ever growing bulge.

"R- Ryan" He stuttered out as the feeling of her hand so close to his cock sent shivers down his spine.

"Well Ryan... you're quite handsome" She said licking her lips.

A cocky smile spread across his handsome face, he bit his lip as her hand got closer to his tenting erection.

"Fuckk" He moaned in a deep masculine voice, her hand just inches away from rocking his world.

She abruptly stopped and picked up the menu off the table, as she scanned her options she pretended to ignore his whimpers of dissatisfaction.

"Do you have any sausage?" She asked in a betrayingly innocent voice. "I like them large.."

Ryan grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Oh I definitely have a big sausage for you" He said as his hands lowered and he hurriedly unzipped his pants.

As Natalie put her menu down she was (not so) shocked to see Ryan's pink cockhead staring her down. A droplet of precum fell from his flared tip and landed on the mahogany table.

"Oh my!" She said pretending to be shocked.

"Come on and taste it" He said with a cocky grin across his face.

"Oh I intend to" She said as she gracefully grabbed the base of his rigid cock and pulled him towards her. She parted her lips and to both men's shock wrapped her luscious lips around his aching cockhead.

"mmhmm" She moaned as she swirled her tongue around it, licking up every drop of his eager precum.

She came off his cock with a pop that echoed in the empty restaurant.

"Great flavor! I'll take it!" She said smiling up at Ryan who was oblivious to what she was planning.

"I knew you'd like it-" He began to say, his cock swaying as he spoke, but he was cut off quite abruptly.

SQUELCH

She opened her mouth again and bit down on his juicy cockhead like it was a piece of rare steak.

All the joy and cockiness from Ryan's handsome face drained in an instant as she bore down on his sensitive tip with her teeth.

"FUCKKKK!" He cried out as she let go and watched as blood began to trickle from his pink bell end.

Hearing the commotion the owner of the restaurant came rushing out, a tall blonde man in his 30s.

"What's going on?!" He asked as the scene played out in front of him.

"Your waiter exposed himself to me!" Natalie said trying her best to sound like a scared woman.

"Ryan! why would you do that?!" The Owner sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Natalie raised an eyebrow expectantly at the man.

"Oh... I- How can we make this up to you?" The Owner asked Natalie looking worried.

"Well I took a bite of his meat and I intend on finishing my meal... cut it off of him and serve it on a platter for me or I'm pressing charges."

Ryan looked horrified.

"Come on you cant be serious!" He said looking exasperated "This slut wanted it! she was all up on my cock man, y- you cant do this!" Tears began to well up in his deep blue eyes.

The Owner slapped him up the back of the head and returned his attention to Natalie.

"Are you sure this is the only way we can make it up to you?" He asked worriedly

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS?!" Ryan screamed at his boss.

"Look man, between our business's reputation and your fucking cock I know what choice I'm making."

"Then it's settled!" Natalie said clapping her hands.

The Owner shook his head and without missing a beat punched Ryan to the ground, knocking him unconscious and then dragged his groaning form back to the kitchen.

"I- are you..., are you actually going to eat his cock?" Brad said shocked.

"Pffft of course not! I'm going to let them cut it off and serve it to me though, then I'm going to watch them toss it in the garbage where it belongs" She said laughing.

Her cruelty scared Brad, but his arousal took over his fear within seconds as her heel began to travel up his leg once again, this time she didn't waste any time and began to rub her foot on his aching member.

After about a half an hour of teasing under the table, The Owner came back to the table with a well set platter, leafy greens, colorful veggies and in the center of the platter a lightly braised cock and balls, the balls looking swollen and full, his cock still rigid, his tip glistening but crispy.

"Awe thankyou!" Natalie said as she stabbed a fork into the shaft causing juices to squirt all over the plate. "I won't be eating it though, its gross!" She laughed.

"Ma'am I just emasculated a man in the prime of his life for you and you won't even touch it?" The Owner looked shocked.

"I'd advise you to walk away or your little member will be joining his." She said glaring at the man.

"L- Little?!, I'll have you know-" He began but was cut off by Natalie launching a well aimed punch into his own sensitive groin.

"ooough" He groaned as he doubled over in pain.

"Have I made myself clear?" Natalie asked, her voice dripping in venom.

He nodded and quietly left them at the table, Natalie looked back down and Ryan's disembodied cock and balls and simply swiped the platter off the table causing it to crash down onto the floor.

"At least now there's one less entitled pervert on the streets! I'm really doing the world a favor" She said smiling at Brad whose cock had not stopped twitching and aching for the last hour.

"Babe I know you spent a lot on this place but can we leave now? The guys here are annoying and Im not hungry anymore" She said putting on her best puppydog eyes.

"I- I spent like five grand on this place! Y- you can't be serious?!" Brad said sounding angry.

"If you want me to touch you down there..." She said as her foot began massaging his cock again. "You'll do what I say..."

Brad moaned and ground his aching member against her foot. "Fuckkkk okay fine!" He said exasperated.

"Say it nicer or I leave" She said sounding stern.

"Y- yes ma'am we can leave now..." He said sheepishly as he continued to grind his cock against her foot.

"Good boy!" She said as she stood up, her ample cleavage bouncing as she did so.

Brad's eyes fixated on her cleavage, moving with every bounce.

"Your obsession with these would be adorable if it wasn't so perverted.." Natalie laughed as she made eye contact with Brad.

He looked up at her and gulped.

"Is there any way we can wait until... It goes down before we leave?" He said looking down at his aching member.

"Ha!" Natalie scoffed. "No way, now get up!" She commanded.

Brad did as he was told and stood up, his aching cock making it difficult to do so gracefully as it slapped against the table, shaking the cutlery and spilling some water from his glass.

Natalie licked her lips and grinned as she ogled Brad's barely contained erection.

"Come now, we have things to do" She said as she reached for Brad. He thought she was reaching for his hand but to his surprise her hand gracefully encircled his raging erection and tugged as she walked away. Trying his best to keep up Brad waddled after her as they left the building, as they passed the kitchen the Ryan's pitiful cried could be heard echoing through the building.

As they reached the street Brad felt a wave of shame come over him, people stared at the obscene sight which was his straining cock in Natalie's unforgiving hand.

A pair of corporate looking women stopped in their tracks and began snickering to each other and pointing, Natalie smiled and nodded as if nothing was going on but Brad couldn't even bare to look at them as they passed.

"It seems people like the show" Natalie said as she gave his aching cock another squeeze. "Maybe you should show them some more?"

Brad froze in terror.

"No n- I think this is good as it is l- lets just get back to your apartment, it's close right?" he stammered.

"yes yes we're almost there, god! you'd think you'd be happy to have a girl like me holding onto your big nasty cock" She scoffed.

"I- I am!" He almost yelled. "It's j-just embarrassing is all"

Natalie smirked as they reached her building, walking right past the valet and doorman and to the elevator she never once loosened her grip on Brad's cock.

As the pair finally entered her apartment she let go of the now dampening tent in his pants and walked towards the bed.

"Come on now, don't leave me waiting" She said seductively as she slipped her dress off onto the ground, her tits defying gravity and momentarily mesmerizing Brad.

As she leaned back she watched as he fumbled with his pants before literally ripping the button clean off and shoving both his pants and his boxers to the floor, not even bothering to take his dress shirt off he stumbled over to the bed, his ginormous cock swaying in the air and his two heavy nuts swinging between his legs.

For a moment Natalie actually considered letting him fuck her right then and there, but that would be far too easy.

Her heel clad foot rocketed right up between his spread legs and caught his over-stuffed balls dead on.

"OOUUUGHHHH" Brad strangled out a cry as his handsome face contorted in pain, his aching cock twitching as he foot dug into his sensitive manhood.

"Oh you didn't think we were going straight to fucking did you?" She asked callously.

Brad whimpered as he fell to his knees, she retracted her foot and couldn't help but giggle.

"Your face always makes me smile Brad" She said as she burst into full out laughter.

Brad looked up at her, tears in his eyes and sighed, he knew he'd be in for the ride of his life tonight.

My sister knows I like ballbusting!

My sister knows I like ballbusting!

By BallbustingFanatic

(This is a role playing story between two consenting adults)

*

“Oh god, not my balls!” The boy on the screen cried out as his sister slammed her foot straight into his testicles before she burst out laughing.

It was so intense, but I couldn’t help it. I loved watching this stuff! People usually posted it as prank videos or some other ‘Challenge,’ but one thing always remained the same.

Someone was getting kicked in the nuts!

"Kris, w-what is that!?" My sister Jess's voice rang out from behind me, tinged with amusement.

I fumbled to pause the video; the surprise caused a burst of adrenaline. The video was in the middle of a scene where a girl did a little jump before kicking her brother squarely in his balls.

"It's just... you know, random prank videos," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush as Jess leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the monitor.

“Oh! She’s kicking his balls!” She chirped with surprising enthusiasm!

My sister was alright I guess. We didn’t really fight or hang out too much. She was pretty popular while I was a bit of a nerd, so our friend groups were completely different… but my friends always let me know how “big” her tits were… which is probably part of why she was so popular…

"Yeah, it's... kind of funny, seeing guys get hit there… right?" I said, trying to gauge her reaction while also struggling to look her in the eye.

“Haha, yeah, I suppose it’s pretty silly to watch a guy after someone smacks him in his nuts!” But… it’s not just that, is it?” She asked, chuckling softly. Her voice was gentle yet probing.

“H-huh? What do you… mean?” I asked her, my hands starting to tremble as she already seemed to know the truth.

“Kris.. I… saw your computer the other day. You just… left it open on a story… a story called ‘My sister found my weakness’ and I couldn’t help but to read it.” She said, almost sounding embarrassed herself.

My heart sank, and I felt a wave of goosebumps creep up my neck. She continued, her tone a mix of genuine interest and nervousness.

“You’re really into... that… testicle pain, huh?”

I swallowed hard as I tried to find my breath while the heat in my cheeks flushed a deep red.

"I... didn't mean for you to find out like this," I admitted, my voice cracking as I tried to find anything to say to make this less awkward. To my surprise, though, Jess's eyes lit up, and she didn't seem taken aback at all!

“It’s not such a bad thing, really! I mean, I've been wondering about this ever since I saw your history… well, if I’m being honest, a bit longer than that. It's kind of... interesting to me, too.” She said, trying to keep her confidence up, despite her voice trailing off.

Her words hung in the air between us, like a dam had just broken and neither of us was quite sure what to do! Did she really say that? Did my sister just admit she liked ballbusting too?

"Oh? You like it too?! I mean, it looks so fucking painful… but there's something about the intensity, the rush of it..." I blurted out, hardly forming my thoughts fast enough.

Jess nodded thoughtfully, looking me in the eye before glancing away as she realized things were getting heavier than expected.

"I've just… always been curious about, you know, about hurting a guy… there. But I've never actually done anything like that. It's a bit scary, really. Going right for a boy’s... testicles." She said, rubbing her legs together.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me as I realized where this was heading. Did my sister actually want to… kick my balls!?

"You... you want to try it. Like, kicking me there?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, as even saying those words made me quiver.

“Really!? You’d let me kick your balls!” She said, beaming with excitement!

The thought of her slamming her foot into my nuts made me twitch as the reality of all this was almost unreal, and I felt myself walking back on some of my enthusiasm. The idea of her actually kicking me in the testicles was so overwhelming and terrifying!

"Maybe... but umm… actually I think… not a kick. That seems too intense…" I said tentatively as she looked at me with a curious expression, like she was trying to figure something out.

“Well, Maybe... you could just squeeze them slowly? See how it feels?” She asked.

“Y-yea… we could try that!” I stammered as I was losing my mind.

My heart was pounding in my chest as she considered my proposition. It was one thing to watch others endure the pain, but to experience it firsthand with my own sister was so scary! Like, she was going to squeeze my balls!!

"Are you sure?" she asked, her hand hovering hesitantly above my lap as her eyes widened with excitement.

I nodded, granting her silent permission to proceed.

“Let’s go sit on the bed, then.” She whispered. Without even thinking, I got up and shifted over with her and I laid down, with her kneeling down beside me.

She reached out slowly, her fingers finding their way up my shorts and straight to my balls! I didn’t expect her to go… inside, so the touch of her soft hand on my jewels caused me to gasp.

“Is it... OK?” She asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Yeah, i just… Its fine. It’s surprising is all, haha!” I laughed nervously, unsure how to explain that the sensation of my sister’s hand around my testicles was driving me wild.

“Heh, alright. But if that’s true… Ask me for it. I want to hear you say it!” Jess said, suddenly getting way more into this than I expected.

“S-say it?” I stuttered. I knew full well what she meant, but somehow I had to ask, anyway.

“Tell me to squeeze them!” She said with a smile that was half inviting and half mischievous. God… I was in over my head! But I had no choice!

“Please, Jess…. squeeze…. Squeeze my balls!” I begged, immediately drawn to her command.

“Sure thing, big brother~” she said, almost sweetly, before slowly pressing down on my trapped balls!

“Ooh…. god….” I moaned as she squeezed my most delicate area, and I could feel her soft fingers digging into my exposed sexual organs!

As I felt her apply pressure to my testicles, a strange sensation washed over me! It was a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to radiate from everywhere all at once… and through the waves of dull pain, I could feel a slight pleasure pulling from somewhere deep inside me I never fully expected.

“They feel so… weird! Almost squishy, but also kinda hard? I thought they would be softer!” She said, almost teeming with excitement. “I mean… how does it feel to you?”

"It's... it's different from what I expected," I said, my breath hitching as the pain twisted and somehow extenuated the pleasure.

"Oh? Different how?" Jess asked, her curiosity piqued as she watched my reactions closely and somehow making me even more nervous.

"It's intense, but there's something... I don't know, kind of exhilarating about it," I explained, my voice cracking with the sensations all blending together and causing every inch of my body to fight against it.

“Really? That's so... weird! It hurts, but it feels good too though?!” She squeezed a little harder. Her grip was tight yet cautious as her eyes glimmered with fascination as she pushed my balls further.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back how badly this already hurt, as the pain was now a wave that was both overwhelming and insanely satisfying. It was almost as if the pain initially drowned out any enjoyable aspects, only for the pleasure to push back against the agony just enough for me to want even more!

"Yes... no... I mean, it hurts, but in a way that's... confusing, but its… it’s really..." I said, cutting myself off before the words betrayed me.

“Do you want me to stop?” She said, seeming to understand but also not wanting to really hurt me. I shook my head and the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

“No, keep going. Just... go slow, okay?”

Jess nodded, her fingers squeezing with deliberate care as she explored my limits and felt my testicles squish a little more. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced! It was a searing pain that somehow morphed into a unique form of pleasure that almost didn’t make sense, as it sent shockwaves of sensation throughout my body.

"Jess, I... I don't know if I can take much more," I gasped, my body tensing as the pain reached a crescendo as the intensity grew and I teetered on the edge of how much pain I could take!

"Just a bit longer, Kris. You're doing so well, and it's... it's kind of amazing to see you like this," Jess said, squeezing just a little harder, her tender hands causing so much pain as they compressed my delicate balls further!

“I… I don’t know… if…oh fuck… my balls…” I stammered, trying everything I could to endure as my body twitched slightly as the anguish flooded over me.

"Ten more seconds, okay? Can you do that for me?" She asked, and I could hear the excitement in her voice! Having my testicles in her hand gave her so much power over me… and she fucking loved it!

With a nod, I braced myself and took a deep breath. Jess's grip tightened, her fingers digging into my tender orbs with a force that cut my breath! The searing pain consumed my entire being, like a raging inferno that threatened to engulf me as my hand instinctively rose and clasped onto the wrist that was crushing my testicles!

“Oh FUCK! Jess… JESS! My balls, my balls! You’re crushing them!” I howled

“I know! I can feel them kinda changing shape! They feel so funny!” she said, clearly only getting more excited as the pain was exploding through me.

“Yes! You’re squishing them! Ooooh…. Fuck! They’re my… nuts!” I stammered, not knowing what to say other than to repeat myself. I could feel the pain quickly over taking the pleasuring as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Yeah!” Was all she said!

That’s it? I thought as my whole body bucked with the intensity, and I felt my vision blurred and my muscles twitched as the pure pain of having my testicles flattened overwhelmed me. Every nerve in my sexual organs was firing off nothing but anguish… and all the while, she smiled.

My sister was LOVING crushing my balls!

As the seconds hung in the air like daggers, each one an eternity of pain and ecstasy, I realized something that seemed painfully obvious: my sister, so sweet and innocent, was now literally squeezing my testicles, the most intimate part of myself, and a part that was so sensitive and suffered in the exquisite agony she so eagerly administered. It almost didn’t even seem real!

But the pain made sure I knew it was happening, and I couldn’t avoid it… I was going insane! The pulses of agony were quickly taking over everything inside me, and I felt the urge to jump and pull away, driving everything inside me!

“Jess! OK, please stop! Ooooh… god… I can’t… please stop squeezing them!” I begged as I had hit my limit and gone past it! It felt like at any moment my jewels could crack!

My sister looked up at me, her big eyes almost pleading with me to let her continue, to just let her actually squish my testicles!

“Aww, are you sure? Am I hurting you ballsies too much, big bro?” She said. Her tone was half between mocking and sincere, and my heart did a flip hearing it.

“Y-yes…. please! My balls… Its too much!” I reiterated, now holding onto her wrist for dear life!

“Ok, fine… But, just one more squeeze first!” She said, an evil smirk spreading across her face!

My entire world implode as she tightened her grasp, and those soft fingers quickly squeezed down as hard as she could on my already aching balls!

“HOOOO FUCK! MY NUTS, JESS! JESS! MY NUTS, MY FUCKING NUTS!” I hollered as the pain stabbed through my being and pierced my very existence!

My body twitched uncontrollably and my eyes crossed, then pain swelling from my crotch and into my stomach, churning into a sea of unbridled anguish! And Jess…

… she just giggled. “Aww, this really hurts your balls, doesn’t it~,”

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jess released her grip, her eyes wide with awe as she took in my heaving chest and flushed face while I doubled over into the fetal position, cherishing that she didn’t actually squish my manhood!

"Kris, that was... I can't believe we just did that," she whispered, her voice trembling with a level of pleasure I couldn’t really process.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath as the remnants of pain refused to leave, and every slight movement caused a new spike!

"I… I can't… believe it either," I admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Despite how much that hurt, I didn’t want to spook her off, so I tried to feign more enthusiasm. "B-but I'm… glad we did."

Jess returned my smile and rubbed my back. Her gentle touch was so comforting, and it actually made the pain subside, just a little.

"Me too, Kris. Me too… but just to let you know. Soon… I’m actually going to kick your balls~”

*

Part 2

(This is a role playing story between two consenting adults)

"Hey Kris, what's up!" Jess said, walking up behind me as I was doing the dishes, giving me a fright.

"Ya know, just the usual, sis," I replied, rinsing a plate.. A chill washed over me as I listened to the water flowing from the tap. I knew she was up to something; she had hadn’t left me alone since… that first time.

Sure enough, without warning, I felt Jess slide her hand down the front of my shorts, her soft fingers wrapping around my balls. She squeezed them gently, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she pushed up against me.

"Got your nuts~" she whispered into my ear as I jumped slightly.

"Oooh... fuck.... my balls, Jess! Again?" I moaned. The pain was already pulsing over me as she squeezed harder on my trapped testicles!

She was so quick now, always getting the perfect grip, and the pain grew as she took a better hold of my jewels and twisted them a little!

"Mhmm, your little nutsies are feeling snug in there. Do they still hurt from earlier?" Jess asked, her voice teasing as she pinched my testicles together. I couldn’t hold back the groan that slipped through my clenched teeth.

"Y-yes, but it's… its fine… " I said through the pain. I didn’t want to discourage her; the way she enjoyed this was something I never thought I’d experience with my own sister, but holy fuck, it ached so bad!

Since that first time Jess squeezed my balls, she’d become obsessed with it. She’d often come to me and instantly go for my nuts, asking questions about the sensation, eager to hear the details of the pain she fell in love with. It was strange; it started off as this little experiment between us, but it quickly became more about her than me, as having this pain in my balls THIS often was overwhelming!

"Mmmm ... fuck… it hurts," I groaned involuntarily, my body tensing as Jess's grip tightened on my testicles and I bucked forward. The sensation was a mix of intense pain and a slight pleasure that was becoming all too familiar. She had a way of making me feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and there was nothing I could do! We lived in the same house. She was always there!

"They're like little water balloons…" Jess giggled, her voice filled with excitement as she squeezed even harder. "Almost squishy! Do you feel that too?"

"Aaargh... yes, I mean... I don't know," I grunted through the pain, trying to keep my composure as she playfully tormented my nuts. Her touch was way more aggressive than when she first started going for my balls, yet she had a way of making it seem almost innocent, as if she was just playing a harmless game. A harmless game with my most sensitive spot!

"Tell me, Kris, am I hurting your ballsies?" she asked, her voice dripping with this faux sweetness. She always talked in a way that made me feel like she was genuinely interested in the sensation she was inflicting, like hearing me say it was part of the joy for her.

"Yes, Jess, you're hurting them," I admitted, my voice strained. Despite any pleasure I found in this, having her ask me questions like this so directly still felt really embarrassing.

"Good! Do you know what would hurt even more?!" She asked.

"Oooh…. fuck! W-what?! " I sputtered, trying to stay calm but failing miserably as I felt her fingers pinching down onto every hypersensitive nerve in my testicles as she got more excited and causing a burst of agony to wash over me.

"If I kicked you right in the nuts!" She said, squeezing tight and sending a shockwave of terror and pain through me, my heart racing at the thought of her delicate foot striking me in the balls!

"Jess.... oooh.... I just... mmmm, my balls.... I don't think I can... take a kick! It hurts so much!" I sputtered out, trying to imagine any way to actually endure such a thing.

"Come on, Kris! Just think about it. The moment my foot connects with your balls, the way they'll squish, and that pain from having... me.... mmmm... your own sister, kicking you straight in the nuts!! And after, when you're all curled up, the look on your face, knowing that I had the power to do that to you!" Her voice was almost desperate, as a slight moan pierced her lips as she thought about it.

The mental image was… overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as she described the scene so vividly. The mental image that her words created both haunted and fascinated me, and my mind raced... But could I really do it? Could I really let my sister kick me right in the balls?

"Jess, I... I don't know, maybe... just once..." I stammered, my voice shaking with fear. The mere idea was making me sweat!

"Really? You'll let me kick your nuts? Oh, Kris, you're so fucking amazing! OK, OK, spread your legs!" Her eyes lit up as she let out a little squeal of delight.

My knees nearly buckled at her words. Spread my legs? For her to kick me in the balls? Like, right NOW?! Panic set in, but something else did too. A strange sense of anticipation, a thrill that was building rapidly inside me, threatening to burst like a volcano.

"Jess, w-wait, I don't know... right now?!"

Jess released her grip, and she took a step back as I pivoted towards her, her eyes gleaming with what seemed to be pure delight. She had gone from pleading to fully in control in a split second, and my brain was still trying to catch up! The thought of her actually kicking my balls was so intense, so real, and so fucking terrifying that my legs shook!

“Come on, Kris! Don’t be such a baby! You said you’d let me! You want it! I know you do! You love when I squeeze your balls, and this will just be even better, right? Right!?” Jess said, her voice so intent on getting what she wanted.

She took another step back as she brought one leg back, giving me space as she judged the distance, and the tension was almost intoxicating!

"Spread your legs just a little further, Kris, and put your hands behind your back. I don’t want you blocking them instinctively!" Jess instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a fresh wave of fear through my trembling body.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nerves that were bubbling in my throat. She was serious. My sister actually wanted to kick my balls, and here I was, about to let it happen. I did as she said, my legs shaking as I widened my stance, exposing my crotch to her.

"Good boy," Jess purred, her hands on her hips, her posture screaming with confidence. "God... this is going to hurt so fucking much!!"

My eyes widened like saucers as she took her position, her body slightly twisting as she prepared to do the unthinkable. And just like that, she launched her leg forward with a speed that was surprising for someone her size, and her foot connected with my testicles with a sickening thud that echoed through the kitchen!

"Ooooh no!! Uuuuuuuuuu" I howled as my cry turned into sad moans. The second Jess's foot contacted my balls, it was as if the universe had imploded right between my legs. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that I couldn't do anything but collapse onto the cold, hard kitchen floor, my legs curling up into a fetal position.

The pain was SOO much worse than I ever imagined! How could this hurt this fucking much!? I squinted my eyes shut as the blasts of pain pulsed from seemingly everywhere and my whole body twitched! My legs kicked involuntarily as I tried ANYTHING, anything to help the pain go away! But… it didn’t help.

“My god, that was AMAZING! Did you feel how they just... squished against my foot?! It's like... I can still feel the impact, Kris! Wow, I can't believe it! I actually kicked you! I kicked you right in the nuts!”

Jess was practically bouncing with pleasure, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of her first successful ball kick as I laid there, writhing in pain. She had always loved the power she had over me with her squeezes, but this was a whole new level!

"It must've hurt so much, didn't it? Having your sister kick you right in the balls like that..." Jess said, letting out a slight moan at the same time. "Please... tell me... did it?"

I was barely breathing, my vision swimming with stars. The pain was unbearable, but somehow, I nodded and gasp out a "Yes…"

"W-why..." She immediately asked. The question almost didn't seem real. What did she expect?

“Huh?” I questioned, unsure how to even process her request

“Why did it… hurt!?” she chirped back, bending down to rub my back as I rocked with pain. What did she expect? Or, wait… she just… wanted me to say it…

“It…. You just… kicked me in the balls…” I sighed, admitting again that she had hurt me so badly by going for my testicles.

She bit her lip, and one of her hands sunk below the horizon as she let out a soft moan.

“Mmmm fuck yea…. I kicked them, I kicked your nuts so fucking hard! And now…. I’m never going to stop, Kris… ‘cause I love kicking you in the balls!"

My Sisters Threats

My Sisters Threats

By BallbustingFanatic

*

“You really should be careful! You know I could smack you in the nuts and win, right?” My sister said, turning at me with a grin before swinging her hand between my legs, stopping just short of hitting my balls!

“J-just… focus on the game!” I said back, my voice cracking embarrassingly. She just giggled and turned back to the game.

God, she was such a torment! My older sister, Britney, was basically flawless. She did amazingly in school, had tons of friends, and had a perfect body she loved to show off, always letting her massive cleavage spill out of all of her tops while never wearing a bra at home…

But that wasn’t the most annoying part. Over the past few years, she’s gotten into the habit of threatening me. Well… to be more specific, she was threatening my balls!

It started when we were watching a movie where this guy annoyed his girlfriend, so she hit him between the legs! I was kinda shocked to see it, but even more so by my sister’s reaction! She loved it! She immediately burst out laughing and turned to me.

“Oh wow! She got him right in his balls! And look at his face! Hahaha! You know, Kris, maybe I should try kicking you In your nuts when you annoy me!” My sister said, clearly enamored with the thought of going for my jewels.

From that point on, every chance she got, she’d warn me about my balls! “Oh, I could totally kick your nuts right now!” or “How bad would it hurt if I punched your balls!”

She was relentless, but she had never ACTUALLY hit me in the balls… which is something that surprised me a little. The weirdest part, though, was that it was messing with my head!

I had seen boys get hit between the legs before, and it always looked so painful! Sometimes they’d laugh a little too, but most times they just turned into a puddle of agony on the ground and sobbed!

I was so worried that eventually, Britney was actually going to kick me in the balls! And that’s kinda what was messing with me. Despite how painful it looked, and how terrified I was that my sister was going to hit me in the crotch… it also made me… excited to think about it?!

It was so confusing! Every time she threatened to hit me there, my heart raced, and I became so anxious that she might do it! It was so dreadful to think about how much it was going to hurt, especially if she kicked me in the balls! But… I also… started getting hard when I heard her say it…

After we finished up the game, I hurried to my room and sat on the bed, thinking about her threats again. Like, ugh, it’s so strange! It’s like I want her to try it, to really kick me in the nuts! But, it’s going to hurt so much, and like… what if she just never does it?

I was hard as a rock and lost in my thoughts when I heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I asked, despite knowing it was only my sister who was home.

“It’s me, Duh? Can I come in?”

“Yes... Fine.”

Britney opened the door and walked in while I scurried to hide my erection and put my hands over my lap.

“Why did you run off so quick, you weirdo? We still have to make dinner!”

“No… I mean that’s alright. I’ll eat later!” I said, really not wanting to stand up.

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of helping me! Get up!”

She then reached over and grabbed my arms, trying to pull me forward, but I resisted and yanked my arms back. Startled by my sudden movement, she lost her grip, and I ended up falling back onto the bed. Not missing a beat, she followed me down, sitting next to me and pushing her hand between my legs, quickly taking hold of my balls!

“Now, do I need to squeeze your nuts, or are you going to come help me?!” She said with a playful grin as she gently tightened her grip.

My eyes shot wide as I felt her fingers grabbing hold of my testicles, and the slightest tinge of pain washed over me, causing me to hold my breath for a moment. I couldn’t believe she grabbed me… there! My hands instantly wrapped around her wrists, trying to pry her off me!

“Wait! N-no! Don’t… don’t squeeze them!”

“Well! Let’s go… wait… are you hard?!” she asked.

Releasing her grip, she giggled, showing almost as much surprise as I did. My heart sank as I heard those words come from her mouth. I didn’t even know how to react, as the embarrassment took hold of me.

“I just… I mean…. it’s not what you think!“

“You were only up here for a second! What could you… oh my god!” she exclaimed as she pieced together what was happening. “Did you get hard because I grabbed your balls!?”

My mind was racing and not knowing what to do with myself, I stood up, then sat back down. Could I admit it? Did it even matter at this point? She was going to believe whatever she had in her head anyway…

“I don’t… I don’t know. It’s j-just, there’s something about how y-you…” I stuttered, not sure why I was even saying this. It was like I got caught up in the moment and having this unusual chance to admit it, almost felt relieving.

“About how I what? Squeezed your balls?!” She said, snickering a little as she crossed her arms.

“Not just that… you’re like… always threatening to hit me in the nuts, Britney! I don’t know what happened but… it just… does something…“

“Wow, just… wow!” She stood up from the bed and looked down at me for a second before shaking her head and laughing. “I really didn’t know. It’s like, normally, that just hurts guys, right? I had no idea you could enjoy having your balls kicked!”

“Well, I don’t know if…” I swallowed hard. The words were sticking in my throat and I looked at the floor.

“You don’t know what?”

“I don’t know if I actually like being hit there!” I blurted out. My sister snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so no one has ever hit you in the balls before?”

“N-no…” Hearing her say that made me twitch a little. It was beyond embarrassing to have her ask me this kind of stuff, and I felt my face flushing as I tried to look her in the eye before turning my head away again.

“Hahaha, well, I could kick your nuts!”

“H-huh?!” I said stupidly like I didn’t hear. Did she… did she just offer to kick me? My own sister?

“Yeah! I could totally just kick your balls, and you can see how it feels!”

She was getting so excited, and her enthusiasm was almost encouraging, but, god… could I? Like, this was going to hurt so much! To just let her kick me… right in the testicles was something I had thought about but, it just looks so painful!

“I don’t know Britney… it’s just that hurts so much! I don’t really… it’s too much…”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a pussy! You know you’re curious! Look, stand up, let’s try! Let your big sister kick your nuts!”

She reached out again, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. She was right. I truly wanted to try it, but fuck… the pain! Every time I saw someone get hit in the balls, it was such a brutal experience. Plus, I heard sometimes people get sick from having their testicles hurt, and they can get bruised… the thought of it was giving me so much anxiety, but there was something else inside me, almost begging me to let it happen. The conflicting emotions were pulling me in so many directions!

“Are you sure this is… ok?” I asked, trying to convince myself more than anything else.

“Look, Kris, it’s just a kick in the nuts. It’s really NOT a big deal! Now hurry, spread your legs!” she said, almost annoyed that I was worried about having my testicles kicked.

I took a deep breath and tried to steel my nerves. Was this happening? After all her threats, I was going to let my sister kick me in the balls? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I looked across at her and slowly opened my legs. I was trembling. The thought of this happening was so crazy, and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe every few seconds.

“Just… not too hard, please?!”

“Hahaha, ok, you’re actually going to let me kick you in the family jewels! Get ready!” she said as she quickly swung her leg back, before throwing it forward and between my legs… but involuntarily, I closed my legs and she caught my knees with her foot!

“Ow! What the fuck Kris!” She yelled as she bent over, nursing her aching foot! “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, it was just a refl-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before she stood back up and twisted her hips, rocketing a kick much harder and much faster this time, straight into my unprotected testicles! Her foot made perfect contact, flattening both my balls brutally, and my vision spun.

“OOOOOH… NNNGH… M-MY BALLS… BRITNEY… TOO HARD…. OOOH FUCK MY BALLS! IT HURTS!”

I felt this wave of pain explode inside my testicles as if someone had set off a bomb that radiated this strange cold fire. It grabbed hold of me and dragged me to the ground, my legs unable to hold me up through the agony. I grabbed hold of my balls, half expecting them to be completely squished, but thankfully they were still intact… but the pain, oh my god… the pain, the fucking pain!

“Good! You really hurt my foot!” she chirped, more worried about her sore foot than my crushed balls. “You’re lucky I don’t squeeze your nuts too!”

“Hnnnn… please.. don’t… oooh fuck, my balls! I didn’t… I didn’t think…”

Britney stood up from rubbing her foot and crossed her arms again, looking down at me with a smile, and I met her gaze for a second. My heart melted at that moment, having my big sister literally looking down on me after kicking my balls so fucking hard… she hurt my most vulnerable spot so badly, and she was just… smiling…

“Didn’t think what? That it would hurt so much? Hahaha, I mean, I kicked your nuts as hard as I fucking could! Of course, it hurt! So, tell me, is it what you wanted? Did your big sissy hurt your ballsies too much?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm, knowing full well this was way beyond what I wanted. The pain was different from anything I’d ever felt, and I could feel my stomach doing flips and twisting as the waves of anguish continued to hit me.

Through it all, though, I was still hard as a rock! The pain was so violent, and having my sister mock me for how much she could hurt my manhood, was almost intoxicating! This unusual blend of pain and pleasure. But ugh, it hurt way too fucking much!

“It’s… oooh… it hurts! M-my balls, they’re... I think that’s enough for me…”

Britney slowly walked over to the door, turning around just before she left to look at me with an evil smile.

“Hahaha, I bet it hurts. But, I get the feeling I’m going to be kicking your balls a lot more often from now on.”

Controlling My Brother's Balls!

Controlling My Brother's Balls!

By BallbustingFanatic

*

It started innocently enough. I was playing with my older brother, Kris, who is two years older than me but quite bigger. We were having a good time, wrestling and laughing, as we often did. It was mostly playful, we were both pretty athletic and stubborn, so it was common for us to scuffle.

But that's when I got a mischievous idea. I knew about how easy it was to hurt a guy by hurting his balls, and was always tempted to try it but I could never pull the trigger on him... but as he spun me around on the floor, and I felt my hand graze against his crotch, I just had to do it.

At first, I was a little nervous about it. It seemed a bit wrong, like something I shouldn’t be doing. He would never expect it, and it was going to hurt so badly...but then I thought about how much more powerful I would be if I could control him just by going for those dangling balls between his legs.... I couldn't hold back.

I grabbed his arm and pinned him down to the ground. He started to struggle, but I just held him tighter. Then, with a quick burst, I reached down and grabbed his unsuspecting balls. He let out a gasp as I squeezed them.

I’d never grabbed a guy’s crotch like this before, and feeling his trapped testicles slowly compress as I continued to clamp down was… intoxicating. Those tight little orbs causing him so much pain, and I hardly had to even try.

“W-what are you doing!” he says, the desperation that was clear in his voice sending a chill down my spine and giving me an amazing burst of confidence.

“I’m squeezing your balls, can’t you tell?” I can’t help but giggle as I watch his face twist for a moment as he tries to maintain composure.

I could feel the control I had over him, and it was like nothing else id experienced. He was too scared and shocked to move as I softened my grip. I felt a rush of power and I knew I had him.

“Don’t move, or i’ll crush ‘em like grapes,” twisting his balls in my hand I could see the fear in his eyes, and I loved it. I enjoyed being able to control him like this, and I wanted to keep doing it.

“Oh god, please don’t…. Uuuhh, crush my balls! Please Claire, let them go!!”

He flinched every time I even slightly tightened my grip on his balls. I could see the fear and the understanding in his eyes, and I knew he knew exactly what I was going to do, and I bit my lip as I took in the strength I had in that moment. My body shuddering slightly as I utterly dominated my brother by hurting his nuts.

“It's been this easy all along, huh? All I had to do was pinch your cherries, and you lose,” I said, giving his testicles a hard but quick squeeze. He gasped in pain, but still didn’t move aside from clutching at my wrist involuntarily, trying to pry my hand away from his aching manhood. I could feel the power I had over him, and it was thrilling. With one final brutal squeeze, I released my grip, and watched him lay there, panting, as he curled up into a ball.

“But… why, why did you squeeze… my balls Claire?” His voice was almost sad as he realized how pathetic he sounded.

“Oh, because I wanted to~”

With that, I stood up, chuckled at his miserable state and couldn't help but skip away as he lay there in agony.

From that day on, I used my newfound control over him whenever I wanted. Whenever he misbehaved, I would grab his balls and give them a good squeeze. He would always obey me after that, and I loved it. It was the perfect way to keep him in line.

As time went on, I grew more and more confident in my ability to control him. I experimented, trying out different techniques. He would do anything I told him if I squeezed really hard.

I also found that if I varied the intensity of my squeeze slowly, I could allow him to slightly ‘adapt’ to the pain before clamping down on his poor jewels with everything I have, flooding his body with that uniquely masculine pain. This was… insanely satisfying…

It was amazing and I could feel the rush of power every time I squeezed his balls… I owned his balls.

My brother eventually understood that I had complete control over him. He knew that all he had to do was obey me and I wouldn’t go for his nuts. He even started to comply with my orders without me having to squeeze his balls. I liked that he was so obedient, and I could tell he was enjoying it too. We had a new understanding between us, and it was a powerful one.

His testicles were weak, and I was going to take advantage of it.

The double-edged sword was that I could control my brother, but I also had the ‘responsibility’ of using it wisely. I knew I could easily ‘abuse’ my power and found the temptation to escalate my torment of his family jewels becoming more and more intense.

He was doing everything I said, even started being more polite… but I wanted to hurt them anyway… I needed to hurt his balls.

I know it would be satisfying to see the look of pain on his face when I make my move. It's enough to make me smirk in anticipation. I love the idea of him being so caught off-guard that he can't do anything but groan in agony as my foot crushes his poor nuts... It's a feeling of power, and I knew I couldn't resist much longer.

Until this point, I had just been using his balls as a way to keep him in line, but something inside me forced me to act. Even though he had done nothing wrong, I had to do it.

I had to kick his nuts.

I had to kick his nuts HARD.

So a few days later when I saw him bent over in the hallway, rummaging through the bottom of the closet looking for god knows what… I knew I had to take advantage of the moment.

I crept up behind him, my mind flooding with delight as I thought about the look of pain that would soon be on his face. As I reared my foot back, I felt my whole body quiver and a wave of pleasure washed over me… knowing that I was about land the perfect kick, right in his poor, pathetic, fragile, sensitive… balls.

I stepped forward and brought my leg back as far as I could before rocketing it forward. It was a precise kick, and my foot made contact with his tender scrotum, crushing the delicate orbs inside straight into his body.

“MY NUTS, MY NUTS, MY NUTS! CLAIRE, MY FUCKING NUTS!”

His voice was almost cracking as he howled in agony as his face contorted in pain before letting out a guttural scream. I felt a rush of adrenaline as my foot connected with his most vulnerable targets.

He doubled over, trying to cup his injured genitals as I stepped back and watched as he writhed in pain on the ground. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that I could do this so easily, and whenever I wanted… I hardly had to even try.

Eventually, he managed to stand up, still clutching his groin. I looked him in the eye and saw the humiliation on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

I smiled and said, “Mmm yes, I got your poor ballsies good, didn’t I? Well get used to it, because from now on… your nuts are my toys, and I like to play rough.”

My Step-Sister Annie Kicks My Balls!

My Step-Sister Annie Kicks My Balls!

By BallbustingFanatic

*

My sister Annie and I have both been working from home this summer, Annie has an internship where she can work from anywhere, and I've been doing a research project for one of my college professors that keeps me home and on the computer most days. Our parents both work, so it's usually just the two of us at home during the day.

Annie has always been… hot. My friends often joke that she must have a different father than me. I just laugh it off, but I have to admit that she looks good, even to me, her younger brother.

She only wears panties and a tank top when she works at home… usually skipping the bra, and she looks amazing. Her breasts fill out the tank top nicely. I swear they must have grown since she got the shirt, since her boobs stick out of the sides quite a bit… and god… they swing as she walks, it's impossible not to stare.

As usual, I stopped in her room while on my break today and seen sitting on her bed working on her computer. She was leaning just far forward enough to give me an amazing view of her perfect cleavage! Annie has long blonde hair, an insanely cute face, and porcelain skin. Her breasts were surprisingly big, and really just perfect, and as I peered down her shirt, I could just see the tops of her perfectly pink puffy nipples…. Fucking awesome.

"Look at these cute tank tops! I have to try them all on!" she said excitedly as she ripped into packages that I just picked up from outside. She showed me a couple. I wanted to see all of them on her, thin fabric and some were REALLY low cut.

"You'll have to show me the best ones," I said, trying to sound innocent.

"Yeah, I'll wear the best one at lunch," she said. "Hey, I better get back to work now. See you later."

I left her room and went back to mine, as I had a ton of work to finish myself. After a while of coding, I snapped out of the zone I was in and was surprised to look up and see it was nearly lunchtime. I headed out of my room to see what we might have in the kitchen. On the way I went by Annie's room, her door was partway open. She stood in front of her mirror, admiring herself in one of her new tank tops. God… She looked hot, I mean, really hot.

I stood outside her doorway and couldn’t help but stare, as the outline of her breasts through the thin tank top was mesmerizing. Then she suddenly whipped the shirt off over her head, allowing her large breasts to pop out and bounce around before settling naturally.

She walked back over to her bed topless, and she picked up the pile of shirts and looked at them. She held one up, then the other… god… her tits had me completely hypnotized. I looked down at my shorts and my cock was hard, pushing up against the fabric and straining to get out.

She pulled on a white tank top, then stood in front of her mirror and started to dance! With each movement, her breasts bounced, making the gorgeous sight even better! I couldn't help it… I reached down and put my hand on my cook, slowly stroking it. It seemed like time stopped, and all I wanted was to bury my face between those breasts.

Then she pulled her tank top off over her head and my eyes widened as I watched her boobs bounce and jiggle as they tumbled from her top… GOD, what a perfect set of tits. She looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands, then she danced around the room again, this time topless. Her breasts swayed hypnotically as I stared at her from behind her door… fuck; she was stunning. But then she stopped suddenly.

"Matt?! What the fuck are you doing?"

Holy shit, it didn't occur to me that she might see me as she moved around the room. What a fucking moron!

"Uh, I was just walking by on my way to the kitchen…. I saw you dancing, and I didn't want to interrupt," I answered quickly.

She looked at my shorts and saw my boner sticking out like a tent…

"No, I heard you walking by a minute ago. It's pretty obvious that you've been watching me. You fucking perv!" she said. She walked towards me, only stopping right in front of me.

"You shouldn't have done that!" she said.

As she spoke, she drew her leg back and then shot her foot forward, and blasted it up into my balls HARD. She caught me completely off guard and fucking smashed both my testicles brutally. I tried to breathe, but couldn't get any air. The pain exploded through me as I looked at her and I felt my legs give out from underneath me. I crumpled to the floor in agony, unable to process that… that… she just flattened my balls!

“Oooooh FUCK Annie!! MY balls! You just kicked my balls!!” I howled, the surprise pain just flooded every inch of my body!

"You fucker!" she said.

I was lying on my back and my legs must have been just far enough apart for her to get her foot between them. She nailed me again.

"OOOOOF!" I moaned. “OH! NOO… NGHHHHHHH,”

"And you still have a fucking hard on!" she said as she tried to kick me again as I got both hands on my balls, I curled up and covered up.

"Stop, Annie, stop! Not my nuts!!" I moaned. She stood over me, looking down in anger.

"No Matt, I'm not done with them yet. GET UP!"

I couldn't do it. I rolled onto my hands and knees, but I was still curled up and I was still protecting my balls in case she blasted my aching balls again.

"GET UP NOW!"

"O-okay, I'm trying," I stammered. I held onto the door and pulled myself up. She was still topless and even in agony I had to admire her breasts, just fucking perfect.

"You have the balls to stare at my tits still?" she said, looking at me with disdain. "Fucking pervert."

I was afraid she was going to kick me again, and my nuts already hurt so fucking much… I was holding my cock and balls with one hand, the other was on the door, helping me stand.

"You've seen my tits take off your shorts, Matt," she said.

I didn't move, I just looked at her, confused.

"Do it now, or you'll get kick you right in your fucking nuts again," she said.

"Okay," I groaned, I didn't know what else to do! She was in charge now… I pulled my shorts down, my cock popped up as I pulled them down. She looked at my erection, my hand was covering my balls, my cock was pointing at her.

"I just can't fucking believe you, standing there with an erection while you peep on your sister," she said while I struggled to stay standing.

"You look amazing, Annie! I'm sorry I was watching you, but you are really beautiful!"

I really meant it, and I wasn't just trying to calm her down. I managed to stand up straight. I tried to hold on to some shred of dignity.

"That's nice, Matt, I'm glad you enjoyed my tits… but this is not acceptable, and your balls are going to pay for it!" she said, and before I could even move, her foot shot up again, straight into both my tender balls again, crushing them violently into my torso.

“FUCK! MY NUTS, NOT MY NUTS OOOOH FUCK, WHY DO YOU KEEP KICKING MY NUTS!!” I cried out as I dropped to the floor again, the pain gripping me all over in its terrible embrace as I kick my legs to do anything to ease the agony!

"Because they're easy to hurt, and as long as I aim for your nuts, I'll always be able to make you regret it!" she slammed the door on me and went back into her room.

I lay on the floor outside her door for a few minutes, just trying to recover. God, she was right, my balls were easy to hurt… and still she kicked them so hard, anyway! Once I was able, I made my way crawling down the hall to the bathroom. I locked the door and put on the light so I could check my balls. I sat on the edge of the toilet and felt around them. They seemed to still be intact, but they were sore as fuck. My cock was still hard. Really hard. For some reason, getting kicked in the balls by my own sister had me really… excited.

There was something about it. She was my sister, beautiful and sweet, and yet, she hit me… there; she kicked me as hard as she could in my testicles! Over and over, aiming right for my most sensitive spot, slamming her dainty little foot into my sexual organs and causing so much brutal pain… a pain she’ll never even know.

I couldn't help myself! After I was done checking my balls, I took my cock in my hand and squeezed it. I almost let out a moan. I was so close to cumming, the pain in my balls mixed with the pleasure of my hand on my cock.

My mind was filled with the image of Annie naked, dancing around her room, her breasts swinging. I couldn't get the image out of my head. I didn't want to jerk off, but I was already so far down that path there was no turning around. I spun around and pointed my cock into the toilet. In just a few strokes, my cock erupted. I blasted cum into the toilet.

"OH FUCK!" I moaned, much louder than I wanted to… I hoped Annie didn't hear me, but it felt so fucking good.

"OHHHHHH! FUCK!" More and more cum splashing into the toilet. It was getting ridiculous! I thought I might fill the toilet. What an incredible orgasm, what the fuck was going on. It seemed like my brain had short-circuited.

I sat in the bathroom for a long time as, honestly, I was scared to come out. Through the door, I heard Annie head downstairs for lunch, so I slinked back to my room. I lay on my bed with my balls aching and I just hid out for the rest of the afternoon.

Annie came by my room in the late afternoon and, for whatever reason, she brought me a banana to eat.

"You haven't left your room all afternoon. Are you okay?" she asked.

“I'm okay, they’re just… sore…”

"Hehe… about that, sorry I got so mad. I probably shouldn’t be kicking my own brother in the nuts THAT hard, especially that last one! I actually felt them get squished!" She couldn’t help but giggle despite trying to apologize.

"It's okay, I deserved it," I admitted. "I just hope we can get back to being buddies again."

"We are, to be honest, I don't even really mind you watching me. You surprised me and I lost my temper! Besides, who could blame you? I have really great tits." She smiled at me, then walked out of my room.

She was right. She really does have amazing tits.

Come on, let your sister kick your balls!

SisterKickedMyNuts

Come on, let your sister kick your balls!

I crashed onto the couch hard with an exasperated sigh, as I had just finished going over our budget with my brother, Jake.

“Thirty-seven dollars, Jake. Thirty-fucking-seven. That’s one Chipotle bowl and a prayer.” I groaned.

“I keep refreshing the app like more money’s gonna spawn.” Jake muttered, flopping his phone face-down.

“I’m not even kidding; I’m one overdraft fee away from selling plasma and dignity.”

“Same. I already turned the heat down to sixty-two. My nipples could cut glass, and I’m still broke.”

I folded my arms under my chest. The white spaghetti-strap tank was basically a cry for help: fabric stretched so thin around my J-cups that it was practically see-through, straps digging into my shoulders, and a neckline so low half my boobs were just out saying hello.

“Realistically… one topless thirty-second clip of these monsters and I’d be on a beach sipping something illegal by next weekend.” I said.

Jake’s eyes dropped immediately and stayed there, mouth actually open a little.

“Jesus Christ, Britt…”

I smirked, slid both forearms underneath them, lifted slowly, let them drop and jiggle, lifted again, and gave a little teasing shake so the cleavage became a full-on canyon.

“Look at these things. They’re literally worth college tuition. One boob bounce and Venmo would explode.”

His face went sooo red.

“Unlucky for you, no titties. Ever. These girls are staying in witness protection.” I laughed, finally dropping my arms so they bounced one last time.

“Thank God, because I was about to have a heart attack.”

“Relax, virgin eyes. I have a better idea anyway. Stand up.”

“Now I’m scared.”

“Get up.”

He stood slowly, already half-cupping himself. ”

“Ball-kick video. One perfect nut shot, funny text, boom, rent paid for a year. Those things still get ten million views overnight.”

“You’re actually insane.”

“Insane is getting evicted because we’re too chicken to make stupid money. The phone’s recording. Say hi.”

Jake looked at the lens, voice already cracking. “Hey world, my sister with the weaponized J-cups is about to rearrange my testicles because we can’t afford ramen. Please go viral so I can buy frozen vegetables to put on my broken balls.”

“Perfect. Feet together, hands at your sides, tough guy.”

He obeyed, his whole body trembling. I stepped in and snapped my leg up. My shin cracked into his balls, and I felt them squash, soft, warm, and totally helpless against my skin for one perfect heartbeat.

“Ohhh my GOD my balls!” Jake yelped, dropping straight to his knees and curling forward.

I circled him, still filming.

“There it is, chat. Direct hit to the nutsack. Look at him, already crying!”

He rocked and whimpered, unable to form any real words.

“Poor little peanuts didn’t stand a chance, did they? One kick and he’s down. That’s what happens when you let your sister near your family jewels.”

He just kept moaning into the carpet, but after almost a full 5 minutes, he dragged himself back up, legs shaking like a fawn, face shiny with sweat.

“Adorable, but not viral-worthy. We need the one where you hit the floor screaming like you got shot. I’m going again. Full power. Like, actually trying to turn your balls into peanut butter.”

“Britt, please—”

“Feet apart this time. Give those nuts a proper send-off.”

“I’m begging—” He shook harder, hands hovering.

“Ready?”

“No!”

“Perfect~”

I took three running steps and punted upward with everything I had. My shin rocketed into his crotch, and I felt it—his balls flattened completely, pancaked against bone, every tiny nerve crushed flat for one long, vicious second.

Jake made the saddest, highest, airless squeak I’ve ever heard. His eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, and he slammed to the floor in a heap, curling into the world’s tightest ball, both hands mashed between his legs.

I dropped to my knees beside him, still recording, grinning like a maniac.

“There we go, internet. That’s the money shot. Look at my tough little brother, everybody; he can’t even breathe, just one hundred percent testicle annihilation.”

“My nuts… oh God, my nuts… They’re crushed… they’re fucking crushed…” Jake moaned in a broken voice.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Did I break your balls? Did big sister just flatten your nuts like pancakes? I felt them flatten, Jake. Like, I actually felt your little nuts go flat against my shin. That’s how hard that was!”

He tried to talk, and it came out as a broken sob-whine.

“Poor baby, your balls are probably swollen to the size of peaches right now. Can you feel them throbbing? That’s the sound of our rent getting paid.”

“Nuts… hurts… nuts…” Jake whimpered over and over.

“Say something coherent if your testicles still exist.”

Just another pathetic squeak.

“I honestly think I rearranged your nutsack. Your future kids are crying somewhere in the afterlife right now.”

I finally stopped recording, sat cross-legged beside him, and rubbed his back.

“Your brave little nuts just bought us groceries, vacations, and new shoes, baby bro. Be proud. And say you love me for this amazing idea!”

He managed the tiniest trembling thumbs-up from the fetal position.

“Ice… love you…” Jake squeaked.

“Love you too, loser. Stay there; I’ll get the frozen peas.” I laughed, standing up.

“Tell them the video’s already at fifty-k views, and it’s been eight minutes. Your balls are famous now… and I'm DEFINITELY going to be kicking your nuts again~.'“.

My sister learned I love having my balls kicked

My sister learned I love having my balls kicked

SisterKickedMyNuts

I recently found this place and figured I could share some of my fantasies, since my sister kicking my nuts was a surprising passion of mine that had almost no outlet! Hope someone else enjoys!

I was lounging in my room, headphones on, deep into this ball-busting porn video on my laptop, when the door burst open. Emma, my sister, stood there with a laundry basket, her eyes flicking to the screen right before I slammed it shut, my cheeks burning with instant shame.

"Oh my God, Jake, was that... ball-busting porn?" she asked, her voice trembling a bit as she set the basket down, her face turning pink with nervous curiosity.

"Emma, w-what the hell? You didn't knock," I stammered, pulling the blanket up higher, my heart pounding as embarrassment flooded me. "It's... it's nothing. Just... forget you saw that."

"You're into guys getting kicked in the nuts?" she pressed, stepping inside and closing the door, her giggle shaky and uncertain. "Like, testicles getting smashed? That's what you were watching?"

"I... I don't know, maybe," I muttered reluctantly, avoiding her gaze, feeling the heat rise in my face. "Fine, y-yeah, I like it. I like getting kicked in the balls. It's embarrassing as hell to admit, but there it is."

"Whoa, really?" she said, twisting her hands together nervously, her eyes wide but sparkling with hesitant intrigue. "God, Jake, I've kicked you in your nuts so many times over the years. Remember that time last summer when we were play-fighting and I accidentally kneed your ballsack? Or all those wrestling matches where I'd nail your testicles just to win? Did you... did you enjoy it when I kicked your balls back then?"

"Y-yeah, I... I think I did," I admitted hesitantly, my voice cracking with shame, unable to deny it even though part of me wanted to crawl under the bed. "It's weird, Emma. You've kicked my nuts a lot, and somehow it... it stuck with me. I enjoy getting my balls kicked, but I don't know why. It probably started with you smashing my testicles so often."

"That's... that's kinda crazy, but I get it, I think," she replied, her laughter nervous and fidgety, biting her lip as she shifted on her feet. "I've always felt this rush when I kick guys in the nuts especially you. Like, seeing you double over clutching your balls. But knowing you like it? Um, nervous to even say this, but... do you want me to kick your balls again? Right here, right now?"

"I... uh, m-maybe," I stammered, my stomach twisting with apprehension, drawn to the idea but ashamed to own it. "Y-yeah, I do. I want you to kick my nuts. But it's scary to admit."

"Okay, stand up then, legs apart," she instructed, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and nerves as she positioned herself. "I'll go soft first. I like kicking your testicles, but I don't wanna hurt you too bad... at least not yet."

"R-ready, I guess," I said reluctantly, bracing myself with shaky legs.

She swung her foot up gently, connecting with my balls just enough to send a sharp, thrilling twinge through me. I winced, but the embarrassment mixed with that strange pull kept me standing.

"Did that... feel good on your nuts?" she asked, her giggle uneasy, glancing away briefly before looking back.

"Y-yeah, it did," I confessed, my face flushing deeper. "I enjoy when you kick my balls like that. It's that twisted rush."

"I love doing it, especially since you like it," she said, her eyes lighting up despite the nervous tremor in her words. "Can I... can I kick your testicles harder this time? For real? Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"I... I don't know, but y-yes," I stammered, apprehension knotting my gut, unable to back out even though my mind screamed reluctance. "Go ahead, kick my nuts harder. I want it, even if it's embarrassing."

She stepped back, then drove her foot forward with real force, slamming into my balls. Agony erupted, dropping me to the floor in a heap, moaning and stuttering as I felt my testicles being squished and flattened all at once!

"Oh g-god, sis, m-my nuts, my nuts!" I moaned, clutching myself as pain throbbed relentlessly, repeating through gasps. "Y-you kicked my nuts w-way too hard, way too hard! Ah, my b-balls, they hurt so b-bad, so bad!"

"I just love that you're letting me kick your balls like this," she gushed, kneeling down with an adoring smile, her focus on the thrill barely acknowledging my writhing. "It's incredible... you enjoy getting your testicles kicked, and I get to do it. Watching you drop because I smashed your nuts? So empowering."

"M-my balls, Emma, they're on f-fire, on fire," I moaned again, stuttering as I curled up tighter, the pain overwhelming but that shameful draw lingering. "You really c-crushed my nuts, crushed them!"

"You're amazing for taking it, bro," she said, ruffling my hair with nervous affection, still lost in her excitement. "I could kick your testicles all the time now, knowing you love it deep down. Want me to try again?"

"Ooh... maybe... but not now... it hurts..." I muttered, wanting so badly for her to kick my nuts again, but the pain was way to intense!

"Hehe, well... I'm glad it wasn't TOO bad to turn you off from it at least. I think I'm going to enjoy kicking your nuts!"

I want to kick my brother in the balls!!

I want to kick my brother in the balls!!

SisterKickedMyNuts

*

I was lying on the couch with my phone propped against my knee, watching another video of some guy getting kicked right between the legs. I had found the first clip by accident that morning and something about it had stuck in my head all day. The way the guy’s body just folded, the helpless sound he made, the way his hands flew down to protect what was already too late to protect. I kept searching for more. I had spent hours watching clip after clip, each one making my stomach flutter in a way I didn’t fully understand yet.

When my brother finally came home and walked into the living room, I was still scrolling.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his bag by the door and heading straight for the kitchen. “You been on your phone all day or what?”

I didn’t answer right away. I was still thinking about the last video I had watched, the sound that guy had made when the girl’s foot connected. I wondered what my brother would sound like.

“You’re in a mood, panties in a bunch?” I said, sitting up a little and watching him move around the kitchen.

He grabbed a drink from the fridge and gave me a look. “I’m fine. Just don’t start with me tonight, alright?”

I smiled to myself and stood up, following him into the kitchen. I had been waiting for this all day. Every time I watched one of those videos I kept picturing him instead. I wanted to know what it would feel like. I wanted to know what he would do.

“You’re always so grumpy when you get home,” I said, leaning against the counter and poking his arm. “Maybe you need to loosen up a little.”

“Seriously, stop.” He brushed my hand away.

I poked him again, harder this time, right in the side.

“Make me.”

“I’m not playing with you right now. Knock it off.” He turned to face me, clearly annoyed now.

I kept going, stepping in closer and giving him another little shove to the chest, the same way I always did when I wanted to get under his skin. This time he pushed back, one hand on my shoulder, not hard, just enough to create space between us.

That was all I needed.

I didn’t hesitate. I rocked back on my left foot, swung my right leg up as hard as I could, and drove the top of my foot straight between his legs....

Straight into his nuts!!

The impact was better than I had imagined. My foot connected solidly with the soft, warm weight of his balls. I felt them give immediately under the force of the kick, the thin skin of his scrotum pressing flat against the top of my foot for a split second before both of his testicles were crushed upward and flattened against his body.

There was a heavy, muffled thump that I felt more than heard, the kind of impact that traveled up my leg and straight into my chest. His balls squished and compressed under my instep, yielding completely to the sudden brutal pressure. It felt soft and vulnerable and strangely satisfying in a way that made my pulse jump.

He made a high, broken sound and dropped instantly.

“Oh my god... my nuts!!” he squealed, voice cracking as he folded forward and collapsed to his knees. “Fuck, fuck, my balls, my balls! Oh my god, you kicked me in the fucking nuts!”

He was curled on the floor, both hands clamped desperately between his legs, rocking slightly as he moaned through the pain. His face was already pale and his legs kept twitching like he couldn’t control them.

I stood over him, breathing a little faster than usual, a wide grin spreading across my face that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. The rush that hit me was intense. I had actually done it. I had felt his balls get squished under my foot and it had felt incredible. The power, the sound he made, the way he was still whimpering on the floor… I loved it. I already wanted to do it again.

I crouched down beside him, still smiling.

"Awww, did I hurt your balls!" I said while rubbing his back for a second, unsure what to do with my hands.

"Ooooh... yes! You... fucking kicked my nuts!" He spat back at me before trying to swat my hand away and groaning, as he kicked his legs slightly.

“Wow... i really did get you right in your balls!" I said softly, almost to myself. “That was even better than I thought it would be...”

As I stood up, I rubbed my knees together and took a deep breath, realizing I was enjoying this away more than I expected to And I knew one thing was, for sure...

I was going to have to kick him in the balls again... and soon!!

Museum of Modern Art

Museum of Modern Art

By baIIs_underpressure

*

Henry and Adeline had been a happy couple for three years. They knew each other inside out and loved each other. Sometimes they argued and offended each other, but then everything returned to normal. They were able to forgive each other. They knew everything about each other. They had no secrets. They knew each other's sexual fantasies. Their dreams. Their traumas and views. They got along well. They were the perfect couple. They both had their own friends with whom they regularly spent time, but the truth was that Henry and Adeline were practically inseparable. They had been living together for two years. They did almost everything together. Movies, theater, breakfast, lunch, dinner, kayaking, skiing, and so on. Any activity, anything new in the city, anything that a loving couple could do together. They did it together.

A few days ago, it so happened that a new Museum of Modern Art opened in the city. As soon as Adeline heard about it, she couldn't stop talking about it. She urged him day after day, but Henry wasn't interested. He didn't know much about art, but he had seen videos on the internet. He knew what modern art was and felt that it wasn't art at all. That's why he wasn't very interested in visiting this place. However, there was one small problem. Henry loved his girlfriend.

“You don't know anything about it,” he said to her.

“Actually, I know a lot,” she replied.

“Really? You weren't there, you haven't even seen any photos.”

‘How do you know that?’

“Because if you had seen them, you would have shown them to me right away.”

“Hmm, you're right. But it just so happens that Mia was there with her boyfriend and they were both delighted. Especially him. And he's not interested in art either.”

Mia was a good friend of Adeline's. They had known each other longer than Henry had known Adeline. Henry didn't have a strong opinion about her. They had spent time together a few times, but the conversation didn't flow very well. However, they had no problems with each other. At least, that's what Henry thought.

“Please, please, please! Mia said this place is really amazing. There are tons of interesting things about men and women there.”

“I don't know.”

“What's the harm? Do it for me. Honey. Please.”

She smiled. Chestnut hair framed her beautiful little face. He looked down at her. She had small dark eyes. Long eyelashes. Delicate makeup. She didn't need much. Jesus, she was beautiful, he thought. Both inside and out.

“All right.”

Adeline began to jump with joy. She threw herself into Henry's arms and nestled into his muscular chest. She hugged him, and when she stopped, she looked at his face. He wasn't too bad looking either. Handsome with black curly hair. A perfect couple.

“Thank you,” she said and kissed him. They kissed long and passionately. Then they undressed and moved to the kitchen table. The whole thing lasted ten minutes, but Henry didn't break a sweat. It wasn't his first such effort in his life. When they finished, Adeline continued to kiss him, holding his balls. It was their ritual. Sex, then kissing and holding his empty balls. It was the last time she held them.

The next evening, they went to the museum. It was less than twenty minutes away from them. They walked along the sidewalk, holding hands. Adeline was excited and made no secret of it. Her face beamed with happiness. However, she didn't say anything to Henry. She didn't want to give anything away. And he didn't really want to hear anything. He wasn't very interested, but he was doing it for her, and that's what mattered. So for the moment, he told her he didn't want to know, so as not to spoil the fun.

When they arrived, there was no one at the ticket office. Only a student was sitting behind it, selling tickets.

“Good morning. I placed an order yesterday evening,” said Adeline.

“Please give me the code,” replied the student without enthusiasm.

Adeline gave it to her.

“Mhm,” the student muttered. “That'll be two tickets for the observation area with an add-on for the work area...” She paused and looked at Henry. Then she turned her gaze back to Adeline. “I understand this is supposed to be a surprise?”

“Yes,” Adeline replied and shook her head vigorously.

“Okay. Have fun.”

She gave them their wristbands, and they went inside.

“What did she mean?” Henry asked. “A surprise? What are you planning?”

“Oh, nothing. You'll see. It's a surprise, anyway.”

She kissed him on the cheek, and they went further

The interior was pretty, all white with a row of yellow light bulbs hanging low from the ceiling on cables. It was as if someone hadn't been able to install them in the ceiling. The first room was full of strange things that Henry didn't understand. Large piles of dust. A bucket of spilled paint. A half-eaten sandwich.

“Is that what Mia was so excited about?” he asked.

“No. She told me herself that the beginning is quite boring, but the deeper you go, the better it gets.”

They continued walking. They saw even more strange exhibits. Black paintings and dirty coffee cups. In one room, there was a used condom in the middle of the floor, surrounded by police tape.

“Brilliant,” said Henry.

“Don't joke around.”

“I'm not joking. It really moved me.”

When they entered another large room full of exhibits, they noticed the first person. Until then, they had thought they were alone. The person was a young girl standing in the middle of the room looking at one of the paintings. When they entered, she turned and looked at them for a moment. Then she went back to looking at the painting.

They went deeper inside. Henry put his hand on Adeline's shoulder. They approached one of the paintings. They stood next to it and looked at it in silence. Finally, Henry said.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Shhhhhhh. Don't swear.”

“How do you interpret it?”

“Hmm. I'm not sure.”

“The torture of an innocent man?”

“What? Why?”

“Because he's lying naked and tied to the ground while some girl is aiming a bow between his legs?”

”That's not torture.”

“Then what is it?”

“Look, there's a heart at the end of the bow. Maybe it means she loves his manhood."

Henry looked at the painting and wondered.

“I guess so. But why does he look so scared? And doesn't it look more like she's aiming at his balls?”

“I don't know. Let's move on.”

They passed by more paintings, observed them, and moved on. Adeline was right. In this section, every painting was related to men and women. And to sexuality. However, Henry was beginning to feel that the paintings were one-sided.

“Do you also feel that all this is somehow...”

“What?”

“I don't know how to describe it. But this is another painting in which a woman is torturing a boy's testicles.”

“She's not torturing him, dear. Look, there's an inscription here. A mother punishing her sons.”

“By hitting each of them in the testicles?”

“Apparently. They must be very disobedient.” She started laughing. He found it a little funny too. He hugged her tighter.

“You joker. Let's move on.”

The next painting was of a man naked from the waist down, tied to a table.

“Honey, this is sick.”

“Henry, you can't take everything so seriously. It's all about interpretation here.”

“She's shooting him in the balls with a paintball gun, and he's screaming and crying. There's nothing to interpret here.”

“Honey. Everything can be interpreted. We're just too stupid to understand it. Okay, come on! I heard that what's next is the best.”

However, there was nothing in the next room. It was a large empty white room with lots of doors. Above each door hung a sign that read: Naked Women.

“So where are we going?” Adeline asked.

“Hmm. Honey, I really don't want to, because I only love you, but I think we have to go where the naked women are.”

She laughed.

“I can forgive you this time. Pick one.”

And he chose. They were no different from the others. They went inside. On the right and left stood rows of stone sculptures of female figures. They were beautiful. All of them. Sexy. Amazing. Divine works of art. Some wore light, delicate Greek robes that hung loosely on them and fluttered in the non-existent breeze. They were so perfectly sculpted. Their nipples showed through and their perfect figures stood out. Each girl was like a model, with a perfect body and a big ass and tits. Some of the figures were completely naked. Their massive tits looked real. Their asses were round. Perfect. Just to sit on top of you.

“Oh my God. And this is art,” said Henry.

“I knew you'd like it.”

“They look real.”

“You won't know for sure until you check.”

He looked down at her. She was smiling. Jesus, she was beautiful. He pulled her close again and kissed her.

“Christ. I feel something hard,” said Adeline.

“I have a candy bar in my pocket.”

“And a hard cock. Relax, honey, I'm not mad. I knew it would be here. Let's get closer.”

And they did. They approached the right row of naked women. They looked at them closely. Henry leaned forward slightly and looked intently. He looked at everything he could, wanting to see everything at once.

“Just don't start drooling.”

“They're from Athens or Greece, right?”

“I don't know. They look like it. Pretty, aren't they?”

“Perfect. They're not quite as good as you, though.”

“Of course not.”

They continued walking. Each woman stood in a different sensual pose. Each one looked at Henry and Adeline as if she were about to pounce on them and rub her breasts against them. This part of the museum was definitely the best. At one point, Adeline approached Henry and began scratching his back with her nails. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't doing it because his back was itchy.

“Are you excited?” she asked.

“Will you be angry if I say yes?”

“Honey. These are sculptures.

“Oh, right. I'm horny as hell.”

“Really? I have to check.”

She put her hand on his crotch and began to feel him up. His member was as hard as iron.

“These figures aren't the only things made of rock here,” she said.

She began to move her hand up and down.

“How about you show off your stone too?”

She grabbed his pants and started pulling them down. But he stopped her.

“Honey. They have cameras here.”

“I know.”

“So maybe we shouldn't do it here.”

“I'll tell you a little secret. I bought special tickets. We can do it here.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No.”

She then pulled his pants down harder and lowered them to his knees. Then she grabbed his penis through his underwear and began to massage it.

“Can you really do something like this here?”

“It’s a modern art museum, honey.”

“What if someone comes in?”

“I don't know. Maybe they'll join us.”

She started giggling. Then she stopped touching his penis and grabbed his shirt.

“You should show off your perfect body here too.”

He didn't protest. He let her take off his shirt. She threw it aside. Then she pulled down his pants and threw them aside too. Now Henry was standing there in his underwear. Adeline was playing with his cock.

“This modern art isn't so bad after all.”

“I know. And that's not even the best part.”

“Could there be anything better than this?”

“Sure, watch.”

She grabbed his underwear with her fingers and pulled it off his legs. She threw it aside. Now Henry was completely naked, his cock throbbing toward Adeline. She grabbed it again and began to masturbate him.

“Did Mia do the same thing with her boyfriend?” he asked.

“Of course.”

She moved up and down. Henry looked at her, then at the naked figures on his right. Henry was a strong performer in bed, but now he felt like he couldn't last much longer.

“Honey?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Are you ready for the best part?”

“Like never before.”

“Good. Then on three, two, one.”

And then something happened that Henry did not expect at all. Someone's hand grabbed his balls from behind. A stone hand. It squeezed his balls, and he bent over in pain.

“OWWWWW! What the fuck.”

One of the figures approached him from behind and grabbed his testicles from below.

“Ow, ow, ow. That hurts.”

Adeline started laughing.

Henry grabbed the hand and tried to break free, but he couldn't. The hand was made of fucking stone, after all.

“What the fuck!?”

“Surprise!” Adeline shouted.

“What fucking surprise?” he asked.

The hand squeezed even harder.

“AAAA! What the fuck?! What the fuck is this surprise? Ouch, that fucking hurts.”

He continued to try to break free from the grip, but he had no chance. The figure's grip was like a vice.

“Hahahaha. Be quiet, honey. Or it will squeeze even harder,” said Adeline.

“What the fuck!?”

“Shh! Don't you understand?”

They both fell silent, but Adeline continued to chuckle under her nose, looking at her boyfriend, whose face was contorted in pain.

“That's better, now you understand the rules. I lied to you. This is the surprise.”

“Squeezing my balls?”

“Exactly, just don't scream if you don't want it to hurt more.”

“I'm not screaming, and it hurts like hell. Honey, can you tell her to stop?”

“Hmmm, no. I paid a lot for it, so I'd rather use it. Hahaha. I'll tell you how it works. It works with sound and movement. If you move or talk too loud, it will squeeze your delicate jewels even harder in response.”

“And this is supposed to be... Ouch, fuck. This is supposed to be the surprise?”

"Yes! Don't you love it! You've asked me so many times to hit you in the balls.

“Yes, but gently, with an open hand. A light slap and that's it. Not squeezing with a stone hand.”

“Oh, don't exaggerate, it's not that bad.”

“Honey, I have balls, not you. She's squeezing mine. He's made of stone. It's very bad.”

“Do you want it to be worse?”

“No. Why would I want that?”

“Then calm down.”

“I'm fucking calm.”

“Don't swear, it's very rude.”

“I'll fucking swear.”

“If you swear, I'll push you. And then she'll squeeze even harder.”

“Adeline. Honey. What the fuck?”

“Don't swear!”

“Okay, okay. I won't swear anymore.”

They stood and looked at each other.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because you look cute.”

“Cute?”

“Yes. So strong, yet so vulnerable. Bent over because this lady is holding you by the balls.”

“Ehhh. So, are we just going to stand here like this?”

“Mhm.”

“Could you tell her to loosen her grip a little? It really hurts.”

“It can't be that bad.”

“It is bad.”

“You're strong, you can do it.”

“Ehhh. So how long am I supposed to stand here with my balls in her grip?”

“I don't know, until I get bored.”

“Are you bored?”

“I'm very excited.”

Henry looked once more at the hand between his legs. The skin of his scrotum stood out between the small fingers of the hand. Jesus, she's so strong, he thought. Such a small hand. Tiny. Very pretty. It reminded him a little of Adeline's hand. But Adeline had never squeezed his balls so hard. He gently grabbed the stone hand and tried to pull one of the fingers back. He couldn't do it. The hand was too strong. He looked back at his girlfriend.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“A lot,” he replied.

“It doesn't show.”

“Because I'm used to this pain now, but it hurts like hell, honey. Please tell her to stop.”

She didn't answer. Henry tried to straighten up a little so he wouldn't be standing hunched over on his bent knees. It was a difficult challenge, as he didn't want the statue to squeeze him even tighter. It was already squeezing him hard enough. He began to straighten up slowly and wobbly. It looked ridiculous, as he realized from Adeline's laughter. At some point during the straightening process, he realized he couldn't do it. The statue wasn't moving, so if he was going to straighten up, he would be pulling on his own balls. That would probably hurt. He stopped straightening up. He turned gently and looked over his shoulder at the figure. The girl was maybe twenty-five years old and completely naked. She had beautiful, large breasts, her nipples almost touching his back. The girl's face was expressionless, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

“Honey, how does this damn thing work?” he asked. “Is it a robot?”

“To be honest, I don't know. The important thing is that it works.”

“And Mia sent her boyfriend here too?”

“Yes.”

“So that some stone woman could squeeze his balls?”

“Darling, don't pretend you don't like it. You're as hard as a rock.”

He was. His cock stood pulsing above the stone hand.

“Are you going to do something about it?” he asked.

“No.”

“Ehh. Did Mia's boyfriend like it?”

“I don't know, I didn't ask. She came here with him for a different reason.”

“Oh fuck. Mmmm. That hurts. She squeezes really hard.”

“I know. Mia said her boyfriend almost cried.”

“Do you want me to cry too?”

“Oh, no, honey. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Like I said, Mia came here for a different reason. Her boyfriend was annoying her, so she wanted to teach him a lesson.”

“Mhm. And you brought me here for my pleasure?”

“Exactly.”

"Great."

They looked at each other. Her smile only grew wider.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

She began to giggle.

“What? Adeline? Honey?”

Adeline reached out her hands and placed them under his armpits.

“No, no, no. Adeline, please don't. It really hurts.”

She started tickling him with her fingernails. She didn't hesitate. She ran them up and down his sides. Henry couldn't take it anymore. He started laughing.

“Hahaha! Stop it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh fuck. Ow, ow, ow! Fuck!”

Adeline stopped tickling him and started laughing. Henry grabbed the statue's hand, as if that would help, and bent over even more. He looked like he'd been kicked hard in the balls.

“Oh fuck. Oh my God. Jesus, she's squeezing so hard,” he hissed through his teeth.

But he still couldn't do anything. He had to stand naked in the middle of the room and endure the pain of his balls being squeezed by a stone statue.

“Hahaha,” Adeline laughed. “You're trying so hard to be composed.”

“Because I don't want her to squeeze any harder, damn it. Jesus, Adeline, please, it really hurts.”

He was bent over so much that his girlfriend was a head taller than him. She looked at his face, contorted with pain.

Henry managed to calm down again, but that didn't change the fact that the pain was excruciating. It annoyed him that Adeline didn't understand how much it hurt. This figure was squeezing him as hard as Adeline would if she used all her strength. He stood still and didn't move, even though he wanted to. When he looked around, he saw that other female figures were standing next to him and looked as if they were walking.

“What the hell? Why are they so close?”

“Because they want to squeeze your balls,” Adeline replied.

“But this one is already squeezing me. What are they going to do?”

“Hmm, I don't know. But that's a good question. Should we check?” she asked and smiled even more.

“What? No. Adeline. I'm not joking. Don't even try.”

She reached out her hands toward him, just as she had before, but he grabbed them.

“Adeline, no,” he said.

She laughed with all her might and struggled against his hands.

“Come on. I'm curious to see what they'll do.”

"Damn it, no. Adeline. These are my balls. It's not funny."

“It is to me. Come on. One last time, then I'll let you go.”

“No. Stop it.”

They struggled. He tried not to move, which was extremely difficult. However, he was strong enough to prevent her from tickling him again.

“Okay, okay. I won't do it anymore.”

She stopped struggling, but he didn't let go of her. They stood there for a moment, and when Henry realized she was telling the truth, he let go of her hands. Adeline took them and put them on her hips. They looked at each other again.

“Jesus, that hurts.”

“You already said that.”

“Because it really hurts. Honey, I'm going to get mad at you. Tell her to stop.”

But she didn't answer. She just looked at him and smiled. And then, at the speed of light, her hands shot forward and started tickling him. Henry's eyes widened, but he didn't laugh. He clenched his teeth and began to endure it.

“Do you think you can hold out for long?” she asked.

He didn't answer. He clenched his teeth and tried with all his might not to move.

Adeline scratched him under the arms. She began to run her fingers up and down as before. But he didn't react. His face turned red. He looked like he was about to explode. She decided she had to change tactics and came up with a brilliant idea. She started digging her nails into his sides. At that point, he couldn't take it anymore.

“Hahaha. Stop it!”

The figure squeezed even harder.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Fuck! My balls!”

The rest of the figures began to move. They approached him. One grabbed his right arm and pulled it to the right. Another did the same with his left arm. They squeezed them tightly, so that he had to stand with them stretched out.

“AAAAAAAAA! Please! Please!”

The one who was squeezing him grabbed his stomach and pulled him backward. Now he was standing with his back against her hard stomach. Another one grabbed his forehead and pulled his head back so that he was standing straight and looking ahead.

“AAAAAA!”

“Don't move, you idiot.”

“I'm trying! Jesus, it hurts! Fuck, let go of my balls!”

The figure squeezed harder and harder. The pain was excruciating. Henry, however, stopped moving. Not that he had much choice. The figures had immobilized him quite thoroughly.

“AAAA! Fuck!” he hissed through his teeth. “Adeline. Please.”

“Haha, oh my. They've really immobilized you.”

“I beg you. It hurts too much.”

“Look at you, so strong, and yet four little girls have managed to take you down.”

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Oh my, that must hurt a lot.”

“Yes. Please,” he continued to moan.

“All right, all right. I'll help you.”

He didn't answer. He hissed various sounds through clenched teeth. He felt as if someone had tied him up, even though it was only their hands. The hands of stone figures. At that moment, it was the worst pain he had ever experienced. He was no longer able to think very much. What came out of his mouth were only pitiful squeaks.

“Adeline. Help me.”

“I'm trying. I'm trying.”

She stood there looking at him. She grabbed her hips and tilted her head to the side.

“Adeline.”

“There's a little problem.”

“What... Fuck... Problem. Ouch. God.”

“I don't really know what to do.”

“Get her off my balls.”

“Yeah... But I don't know how.”

“Adeline, don't joke around.”

“I'm not joking.”

“Please, it hurts.”

“I know, I can see that. Hmmm.”

She stood there with her head tilted and bit her lower lip. The truth was, she had no idea what to do now. She didn't ask Mia about that part. Her friend told her how the figures immobilized her boyfriend and squeezed him tighter and tighter, but she didn't tell her how she freed him.

“I beg you,” he moaned.

“Okay. Girls, you can let go.”

They didn't move.

“Hello? Stop it.” She turned toward the camera on the wall and waved her hands. “Okay! You can turn them off!”

She stood and stared at the cameras. She turned to Henry. He was still immobilized, his face contorted in pain.

“Did she loosen her grip?” she asked.

“What the fuck does it look like? Adeline, she's about to crush my balls. Please.”

“Honey, I don't know what to do.”

“What do you mean, you don't know? Help me.”

“But how?”

“I don't know, it was your idea. Call Mia.”

“Hmmm. Okay. Wait here. Don't go anywhere,” she said and smiled.

“This isn't fucking funny,” he groaned.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Okay, wait here.”

She took out her phone and called Mia.

Henry waited and looked at his girlfriend. He felt like he was about to cry. He was afraid that in a moment he would hear a loud pop and his worst nightmare would come true. He would be castrated, and by his girlfriend. He was breathing rapidly and was sure he looked pathetic. What the fuck kind of museum is this, he thought. A museum dedicated to the torture of male genitals. And without their consent, at that. Something like this should be illegal. Oh God, it hurts so much.

"Mia? Hi. I have a question for you. Because I came to this museum with Henry and, you know. Yes, yes. Calm down. Well, I am too. What? Henry? Well, he's a little less so. But I have a question. What can I do to get him released? Because this has gone a little too far and they're squeezing him too hard. Mhm. Mhm. How so? But... Oh shit. Why?"

Henry looked at his girlfriend with terror in his eyes. What he heard didn't sound good.

"Mhm. I understand. Okay, bye bye."

“And what?” he asked.

She looked at him, but said nothing. Her expression was not cheerful.

“Wait here for a moment, okay? I'll be right back.”

“What do you mean, you'll be right back? Adeline, I beg you. It hurts so fucking much.”

“I know, I understand. I'm sorry. I'll only be gone for a moment, really.”

She ran to the exit and left the room.

Henry didn't even watch her leave. The figure holding his head wouldn't let him turn it even a millimeter. He was left alone. He stood motionless with his balls in a stone vice. All he could do was endure the pain. He looked at the girls. The ones holding his arms were wearing loose robes. He could see their beautiful bodies through them. If it weren't for the painful grip on his balls, it would have aroused him. He glanced down and saw that his erection had disappeared. Now his penis hung limply over his squeezed balls.

He heard someone coming inside.

“Adeline? So? Are you going to free me?”

He heard footsteps approaching. However, the person who entered was not Adeline, but some girl. The one they had seen inside earlier. She approached him and stood next to him, watching. She was about twenty years old and had an expressionless face.

“Interesting,” she said.

“Help me,” he whimpered.

“Hmm? Help you?”

“Yes, please. She's squeezing my balls.”

The girl looked confused. She crouched down and looked between his legs. Henry felt an even greater surge of embarrassment.

“Indeed. Quite hard, it seems.”

“Very hard. Please help.”

“What is the name of this exhibit?”

“What fucking exhibit? I’m not an exhibit.”

“A living exhibit, very interesting. This museum is amazing.”

“I'm not a fucking exhibit. She's squeezing my balls. Very fucking hard.”

“Then free yourself.”

“I can't. When I move, she squeezes even harder. That's why I have to stand still. It was a joke my girlfriend played on me.”

“You have a cool girlfriend. If I had a boyfriend, I'd probably bring him here too. So they could squeeze his balls like that.”

“It's not funny. It hurts like hell. I beg you, help me.”

“Oh my, you're not joking. Hehe. You look like you're about to cry.”

“I beg you.”

“And you can't move?”

“No.”

“Because they'll squeeze harder?”

“Yes? Why the fuck are you smiling? No, no, no. Please, no!”

The girl put her hands on his bare chest and pushed him back. Henry lost his balance and almost fell onto the statue behind him. They all started moving. Each one immobilized him even more. Another hand appeared from behind his back and covered his mouth. The one squeezing his balls squeezed even harder. Henry didn't know such pain existed.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he yelled.

He started wrestling with them, but he didn't stand a chance. They were all much stronger than him. The pain was getting worse. He felt like his balls were about to burst.

“MHHHHHHHHH!” he continued to scream.

The girl was dying of laughter. She held her stomach and laughed with her head tilted back.

“Oh fuck, brilliant!”

“MHHHHHHHHHH!”

Henry was dying of pain, but he tried not to move. It was the hardest task of his life. He felt like every muscle in his body was convulsing. His testicles were close to exploding. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. And on top of that, there was a girl standing in front of him, laughing at his suffering.

“This museum is wonderful. I have to invite my friends here. Are you here all week?”

“MHHHH!”

“HAHAHA. Brilliant.” She crouched down. "Oh dear, do your pathetic testicles hurt? Does your manhood hurt? What? You're not so strong and manly anymore, are you? You fucking man. Pig. Oh my God, you're crying. It must really hurt."

And it did hurt. His tears ran down onto the hand covering his mouth. He stood still. He didn't move, even though his testicles were in pain.

The girl reached out and grabbed his soft penis. She started to shake it around.

“Oh my. Look at that. Surrounded by naked girls, and you still can't get it up. Pathetic. Do you often have problems like this? I mean, not getting it up, not someone squeezing your balls.”

She flicked the tip of his penis and started laughing again. She looked like she hadn't had this much fun in a long time. They both felt very conflicting feelings.

Henry was terrified and felt that things couldn't get any worse. However, she made it clear to him that they could. She reached into her purse and pulled something out. A small black object. After a moment, he realized it was a stun gun. She showed it to him up close. She smiled sinisterly.

“Do you think that if I use this, you still won’t be moving?

“MHHHH!” he moaned.

“Shall we test it?”

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The girl brought the stun gun close to his crotch and touched the tip of his penis with it. Henry felt like he was about to pee himself from stress.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed.

The girl started laughing again.

“HAHAHA. You should see your face. Oh my, you men are so pathetic. A little discomfort in your balls and you're already crying.”

She took the stun gun away and stood up. She looked him straight in the teary eyes.

“I could play with you here all day,” she said.

And then another person entered the room. Henry knew it was Adeline by her distinctive footsteps. She came running in, tired, and stopped next to him.

“Honey. I'm here. We have a problem.”

A fucking problem, he thought. His balls were being squeezed by the stone woman. He already had a problem.

"Because I talked to Mia and she told me that she didn't release her boyfriend at all. She wanted to break up with him and just told him that while those figures were squeezing his balls. Well, then she left and abandoned him. And I went to the room where she left him. And he's still there. And those girls are still squeezing his balls."

“MHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

"Calm down, calm down. At least you're not as bad off as he is. Because two girls are squeezing his individual balls.

What kind of good news was that? His balls were about to burst.

“Why is she covering your mouth? Were you moving?” she asked.

“So he wasn't lying?” asked the girl.

“What? Who are you?”

“I came in here. I thought he was part of the exhibition. And then they squeezed him even harder.”

“What?! Oh my God. Henry, honey, are you okay? Are your balls intact?”

The girl next to her started laughing again.

“What's so funny?” Adeline asked.

“Are your balls intact? Honey? Have they castrated you yet or not?”

“This isn't funny!”

“Honestly? It's very funny. You gave your boyfriend such a gift that you're about to castrate him, hahaha.”

“Stop laughing at his suffering and help me.”

“Mmmm,” Henry groaned.

“Calm down, honey, I'll free you in a minute.”

“Help you? He's not my stupid boyfriend. They're not my balls that I have to take care of. If he can't take care of them, maybe he doesn't deserve them.”

“Shut up! If you don't want to help, don't say anything.”

“Hahaha. Okay, listen. I'll be nice and help you. If you want to free him, you have to go to the reception desk and ask them how to do it, they'll know.”

Adeline brightened up.

“Yes! They'll know what to do. Honey, hang in there a little longer, okay? I'm very proud of you. I'll be right back with help.” She turned to the girl. “Can you keep an eye on him so that no one moves him again?”

The girl smiled.

“Of course, sister. Go save your boyfriend's jewels.”

Adeline nodded and ran out of the room. The two of them were alone again. Henry looked at the girl, but he was focused on the pain, so he didn't register the expression on her face.

“You're a loser, ” she said.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned pitifully.

“Are you going to break up with her after this?” she asked. “Oh, you can't answer.”

Henry wasn't angry with her. He was too busy with the pain in his testicles, which were close to bursting. His cheeks glistened with tears. His armpits were wet with sweat. Beads of sweat began to run down his sides.

“You know that whether you'll be able to fuck again depends on me? And honestly, I'm not sure I'll pardon you.”

That didn't make him happy.

“Mmmmmm.”

"This world would be better without testicles. Because everything revolves around your two pathetic organs. Maybe I should free you from them?"

“MHHHHHH!”

"HAhahahaha. You're pathetic. But you know what? I'm not going to do that for now. I'll stand here for a while and enjoy your suffering.

“MHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Sweat began to form on his forehead. He was suffering like never before. And that bitch wanted him to suffer even more. Then more people entered the room. A group of girls approached them.

“What's this?” one of them asked.

“It's a display of male fragility,” said the girl. “These figures squeeze his balls harder and harder whenever he moves, so our exhibit has to stand still.”

The girls were delighted. They started laughing. They stared at his squeezed testicles.

“He's not getting hard. And I thought guys liked it when you hold their balls,” said one.

“This one is too busy with the pain in his testicles. So, girls, do you want to test how it works?”

“How?”

“He doesn't want to move because he doesn't want them to squeeze him harder. But you can help him with that.”

“You mean we should move him?”

“Exactly.”

“That's a brilliant idea!”

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Henry began to protest.

“It's best if you all move him at once. If only one of you does it, there's a chance he'll withstand it.

“Hmmm. So what do you say, girls? Shall we do it?”

“YES!” they all shouted at once.

Each of them grabbed a different part of his body. One grabbed his shoulders. Another grabbed his leg. A third grabbed his torso, and so on. Henry howled at the top of his lungs.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

He wanted to beg them, but he had no way to do so.

“Ready?!”

“YES!”

“Let's do it!”

On the second floor, in the monitoring room, another student was watching all the cameras. Now she was looking at the one with Henry. She sighed deeply when she saw what was happening. She took out her walkie-talkie and said:

“Cleaning crew needed in the room with the sculptures.