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Phil's Tough Match (Part 1)

by Mr. Phil

 Phil was in the locker room getting ready for tonight's match. He was standing there in his bikini briefs as he pulled his Speedo type trunks over them. He never liked wearing or the feeling of a jock strap so he always wore his favorite bikinis underneath. He always did make sure to wear a protective cup to guard his ponderous balls. Even though his balls were larger than most guys and made an envious bulge in his Speedos, he was just - let's say short in the cock department. That is why he bought an extra heavy duty cup and slipped in between his underwear and wrestling trunks. The large cup curved outwards completely encompassing his balls. But he did have concerns with this match since it was his first submission match and against a wrestler named "the BB CRUSHER". When he inquired about his opponent with his wrestling buddies they purposely misinformed him not to worry about him and that the BB stands for Body Builder Crusher as he is a body builder wrestler. Little did Phil know that BB stood for Ball Busting and that he used dirty tactics and gear in the ring. His wrestling buddies were jealous of Phil's huge bulge at the gym and on the beach as he always received all of the attention from beautiful girls. They never have seen him naked as he always dressed undressed without them. They just thought he was being a snob. Phil checked himself in the mirror before going out to the ring. His muscular body tapered down to his deep blue trunks which were made of shiny spandex-lycra. He turned around to make sure that the material covered completely over the underwear too. He did not want people to see the bright underwear that he privately wears as his buddies only seen him in boxers or plain briefs. Phil went into the ring as his name was being announced and stood in his corner warming up. Crusher was already there and sizing up Phil. He noticed Phil's large bulge in his trunks and figured he was wearing a cup. But that is no problem as he knows how to handle that situation. Since this was a special submission match the ref did not bother checking the wrestlers for hidden objects. He was only there to hear the submission and declare the winner of the prize money. The bell rang with the wrestlers meeting in the center of the ring. Crusher offered a jester for a test of strength. Phil was confident and went along with the test of strength. They locked up in a struggle as they were both evenly matched and ended up with both of their hands up in the air face to face. Phil spread his legs to gain better leverage when suddenly Crusher slammed a loaded knee pad into his crotch. The hard steel insert connected with the cup causing a vertical hairline crack to form in the center of the curved plastic. Phil heard a "thud" sound when the knee connected but did not feel any pain as the cup absorbed the blow. Since that move was ineffective against him, Phil grabbed Crushers arm and whipped him across the ring into the opposite ropes. Crusher rebounded back into Phil's outstretched arm clothes lining him across his chest. This flipped him down laying him hard onto his back. Phil then proceeded to jump and smash down one leg across his already hurting chest. Phil then got up and stood over by Crushers feet getting ready for his next move. Crusher trying to regain his breath looks up to see Phil straddling his left foot. Crusher grins looking at Phil's open bulge and lifts his booted foot right into his crotch. The steel toed boot hits the protective cup; "THUD" - "CRACK" is heard as the vertical crack spreads to the top and bottom edges of the cup. Another quick kick hits again; "THUNK" - "CRACK" as the break in the thick plastic deepens and thin spider cracks form at the apex of the curved cup. Phil staggers backwards from the kicks but his balls do not feel the pressure as the cup absorbs the hits. He wonders why Crusher wastes his energy using low blows when he knows that he is wearing protection down there. He also hears the sounds the blows are making to his cup but does not think anything serious is happening. As Phil staggers back he spreads his feet to keep from falling back into the ropes. Crusher rolls up onto one knee looking up at Phil's crotch. He sees the shiny blue material stretch across the curved cup revealing a wide shadow of a crack in the center. He quickly moves up to Phil grabbing his shoulders and leans in with a swift knee into his groin. The loaded knee pad hits; "THUNK!!!" - " C R A C K" sounds as the cup breaks into two pieces. Phil lets out a surprised "UUUGGHH" as his balls feel the pain this time. He falls back against the ropes with his hands over his crotch. Panic ensues as he not only feels two plastic pieces of the cup but that the curve also busted flat. He feels his large balls press out as they are no longer confined to the cup. With Phil leaning against the ropes holding him self, Crusher smashes a series of arm bars across his chest making sure to hit just under his pecs. Phil starts to sag between the middle ropes pushing his bubble butt out. Crusher grabs in the back for the waistband of Phil's trunks to straighten him up. But he grabs too deep and gets a hold of Phil's underwear band instead. He gives a mighty yank pulling Phil back up and out of the ropes. The audience breaks out laughing as Phil's bright red underwear is wedgied half way up his back. The shiny red material was such a contrast against his deep blue wrestling trunks. Blushing, Phil reaches one arm behind him and pulls the underwear back down and into the trunks. Crusher grabs Phil's arm and whips him into the opposite ropes. Phil rebounds across the ring hitting his pecs against Crushers clothesline. He falls flat on his back from the blow with his arms and legs spread out. Crusher looks down at Phil's crotch noticing the outline of the two plastic pieces over each nut. From a standing position he sticks out his elbow and falls with all of his weight into the center of Phil's crotch. The steel loaded elbow pad connects with the two plastic pieces pushing them deep into the balls. Phil lets out a loud scream and jolts up into a sitting position as the sharp pain explodes in his nuts. His hands fly to his groin as nauseating pain rushes through his body. Crusher stands up grabbing Phil's hair and easily throws him into a corner turnbuckle. Phil's back hits hard making his body slump in pain. Crusher entangles his arms and legs on each side of the ring ropes leaving Phil suspended in the ropes. Phil struggles in a panic as pain racks his body from the blows he received especially the ones to his nuts. He looks down as he feels his balls swelling up from the hits. Crusher looks down at Phil's crotch too, enjoying the scene of his large balls pushing against the plastic pieces forcing them apart. He reaches for Phil's crotch with both hands and grabs the edges of each plastic piece. Then he proceeds to pull them back along with material of the wrestling trunks away from Phil's balls. He starts to step backwards stretching the trunk material with the thick plastic pieces out about four feet and suddenly let's go. "WHAAAP" the plastic pieces smack right back into the balls. Phil screams out from the blow and tries to get free. All he can do is look down as Crusher grabs for the two pieces again. He watches this time as Crushers pulls back even further. The shiny blue spandex stretches away pulling the inner leg bands out too. Since Phil was wearing underwear, his balls were held taught in place. Crusher now was ten feet away from Phil pulling with all of his might. The shiny blue spandex was stretched out so much that the pieces of plastic were showing bright white through the material. Also a slight creaking sound was made as elastic waistband and leg openings were stretched to their limits. "WHHAAAAAPPP" resounded through the arena as Crusher let go. Phil's screams could also be heard as the plastic "protective" cup imploded into his large balls. The jagged edges dug deep into the sacks with only the underwear protecting from them from being cut. Phil was dizzying with pain shaking his head no as Crusher grabbed for the pieces again. This time the spandex was stretched too far as a loud rip was heard. The jagged edges cut through the material leaving gapping hole in front of Phil's trunks. Crusher laughed as he looked at Phil's underwear. Not only were they bright red but on the front over the balls was a pattern of orange and yellow flames with the words "HOT STUFF" written above. Crusher laughed with Phil's buddies as he pointed out the fancy undies and what was written over them. Phil was totally nauseous from his aching swelling balls to being seen in his underwear. Crusher moved over and grabbed what remained of his trunks and ripped them off. A knot of fear filled the pit of his stomach as he realized that he was losing too much - his protective cup - the protection his trunks gave and his precious nuts. Phil was ready to submit and asked for the ref. Hearing this Crusher chopped at Phil's throat causing him to gag and shoved the trunks into his mouth. Then he proceeded to kick Phil square into his unprotected groin. Phil's body jumped and withered as kick after kick smashed into the nuts. Phil's muffled screams could be heard even through the trunks. With each kick his balls would flatten and then spring back out. His balls were swelling at rapid rate and the yellow and orange flame pattern made them even more of an irresistible target. Tears were running down from Phil's eyes from the intense pain and damage his scrotum was receiving. Finally all of his thrashing broke him free from the ropes and he crumpled to the mat lightly holding his battered balls. Crusher came over and grabbed Phil's hair and the back waistband of his bikinis. Phil tried to get up on his feet as felt his underwear being yanked up. The shiny red bikinis wedgied half way up his back causing to pull his swollen balls painfully underneath his legs. Phil was in a panic - his underwear was crushing his balls but if they ripped he would be further exposed. Luckily he was able to finally stand up through all of the pain and Crusher let go of his underwear but not before whipping him into the ropes. Phil was all out of strength and all he could do was rebound back - right into Crushers waiting knee. Again the bright flame pattern was a perfect target for the black loaded knee pad. "SQUISH" sound was heard as Phil's balls somersaulted over the knee. Phil laid on his back almost passed out cupping his balls to make sure they were still complete. The trunks fell out his mouth during all of this as moaning was heard that he submits. Crusher propped Phil up from behind and pulled him up with a hammer lock. He moved one hand to the back of Phil's red bikinis and pulled him around the ring showing Phil's swollen balls in the fancy undies. The shiny red material stretched out and finally gave away exposing Phil's demolished balls. The audience cheered at seeing his bloated almost purplish balls but also laughed at the sight of his cock. Since Crusher was behind him, he did not know what all of the laughing was about. He stopped and propped Phil up against the turnbuckle and started to laugh and mock at Phil's three inch cock sticking out over the huge balls. Crusher then grabbed a ball in each hand and started to squeeze in. Unbelievable pain shot through Phil's scrotum as they were being crushed. Phil screeched "PPPLEEEASE NOOOO - THE'RE ALL THAT I HAVE" Crusher replied "WITH A COCK LIKE THAT YOU DO NOT DESERVE THESE BALLS" and clamped down harder. "NNNOOOOO!!!! I I I SUBBBMITT I I I SSSUBBBBMIT!" The ref finally hears Phil's submission and orders Crusher to let go. Crusher releases with a sharp yank down feeling the swollen and crushed tissue slip through his fingers. Phil crumbles to the mat again holding onto his mangled balls. He can not tell how much damage they are in as they are too sensitive to even hold. The attending doctor is called out to help with the ref to carry Phil to the first aid station.

Beautiful Balls Destroyed

by justbust It was a sunny day, perfect for a run. As soon as Stans poly-sci class let out he headed straight to the gym, like he always did, to meet up with Lou and Jared for their daily workout and run. The spring semester would be over in a week, and soon all three seniors would be heading their separate ways in life. They would miss these times. The focus of their college lives, aside from passing their classes with the minimal possible effort, was staying fit during the week, and getting laid on the weekends. None had steady girlfriends. Just a seemingly ever-increasing number of conquests they could talk about. There was no trouble finding willing female partners, as they were a handsome trio. They always stood out from the crowd, at their own school as well as other campuses they would visit on road trips. All three possessed striking good looks and outgoing charm They had found that there was never a need to compete with one another. The three of them, capitalizing on a three-musketeers image, always captured sufficient attention from hot girls that it was usually simply a question of which girl would eagerly become the next one night stand for each of them. They each had average-sized dicks, respectable enough in size that their promiscuity never earned any of them small-dick reputations. But Stans balls were significantly larger than the others. This had not been of any significance, until the early weeks of the prior fall session... Back in September, Lou and Jared had begun to notice Stan developing a peculiar obsession with his own testicles. There was no doubt that Stan had a splendid set. They were fantastically large in size, creating a bulge that was impossible not to notice no matter what he wore. When naked, they were perfectly suspended, beautifully defined and low hanging, in his smooth hairless scrotum. He had rightly earned the name Mr Big Hangers in the shower room. But this was simply the routine shower room humor that the guys would forget after leaving the gym. As the fall session progressed, Stan began to turn into sort of a ball show-off. During conversations, Stan began referencing his balls in a self-flattering way. For example explaining what a great slapping noise they had made while he had humped one girl or another the previous weekend. And every time he needed to buy a new athletic supporter, he would trumpet the fact that his huge nuts had worn out another jock. At first Lou and Jared just laughed along with this. Neither one of them really gave a damn about Stans balls. But after a while it became tiresome to continually have Stan bringing his balls to their attention. After working out at the gym, Stan began to spend more time in the shower, and more time nude in the changing room, with the obvious intention of having his balls seen as often as possible by as many guys as possible. He would take so long that Lou and Jared often just got dressed and left without him. When pissing at public urinals, instead of just pulling out his dick, Stan got into the habit of lowering his pants and jock to the point that his nuts (and a good bit of his asscrack) were exposed. He seemed to be aware that this would be considered a bit unusual, almost as if he planned for this weird act to draw attention to the contents of his crotch. If the guy at the next urinal would comment, Stan would answer them by saying that sometimes he needs to give the big boys some air, and he would swing them around a bit by giving his hips a slight swivel. The observer would generally just finish up with no comment, figuring hey im not a fag so theres no reason to ask this hunky stud about his odd urination habits. Stan never became sexually aroused when exhibiting himself in this way. He was still completely straight in his sexual pursuits, but now he was also semi-obsessed with showing off his massive nuts to other guys. This went on for months. Then the event that really changed things took place in the middle of the spring session. Stan and Lou and Jared decided to spend a rainy afternoon watching a movie at the local theatre. Before the movie started they went to the bathroom to piss. They stood at neighboring urinals. Stan was to the left of Lou, and Lou was to the left of Jared. There was an available urinal to the left of Stan. Lou and Jared were already accustomed to the need to ignore Stans ball-presentation practice. There he was, pissing with his balls out. Then as he was almost done, a young boy, about 10, approached the urinal next to Stan. The boy was about to unzip, but became distracted by Stans exhibition. When Stan noticed the boy staring and marveling at the largeness of his nuts, he did his trademark hip-swivel-ball-swing. He asked the boy if he wanted to touch them. Lou and Jared had just finished zipping their jeans, and they could hardly believe what they had heard. Lou immediately grabbed Stan and threw him up against the wall behind them. He bellowed to Stan to leave that kid alone and pull up his damn pants, which Stan immediately did. Then they left the bathroom and went and watched the movie. They did not talk about the incident. But Lou and Jared never forgot. Stans ball obsession was something they secretly decided they needed to handle. They held in their anger and disgust, and continued their lives as usual. But their anger about Stans overture towards that boy kept simmering, until Lou and Jared hatched a plan to fix Stan, permanently. Stans balls had to go. Lou and Jared decided that the most appropriate way to conduct this ball destruction would involve a mild fetish that Stan had. None of the guys had ever been into any real ballbusting. But Stan had talked about getting a thrill from submitting to mild bondage. When he slept with a girl, he would almost always ask them if they would be willing to tie him to a bed and blindfold him and screw his brains out. Very few of his conquests took an interest in this specific fetish. And Lou and Jared were able to gather from Stans stories that there was only one such encounter in particular that really rocked his world. Stan often talked about Brittany, a junior at their school, who was actually into some heavy ballbusting and domination. But she held back when it came to more gentle guys such as Stan. With him, she limited it to just light domination, gentle whipping of his body, and careful massaging and sucking of his huge testicles. According to Stan, Brittany had confessed an incredible desire to get into serious ballbusting with him, but always respected his reluctance to be subjected to that. Lou and Jared figured that it wouldnt take much to convince Brittany to get Stan in a compromising bondage situation, and then just let loose on his nuts. And they figured right. Stan and Lou and Jared were all living the easy life, not having to work, simply enjoying the generous financial support of their parents. Brittany was putting herself through school, and held a full-time job as a waitress at a local diner. Although she had adventurous sexual interests, she never for one minute considered the idea of making money through prostitution. But being bribed into performing a brutal busting on an almost semi-willing subject was different. Especially when that subject had balls as big as Stans. And telling Brittany about the incident with the 10 year old removed any hesitation on her part. She loved the idea of being a punisher. Lou and Jared and Brittany worked it out, and everything went as planned. Brittany phoned Stan one evening, and told him how deprived she was feeling, having to go for weeks without fucking him. She poured on the charm and flattery about his great looks, his horse-sized penis (she really fibbed there), and her need to just get close to his hot body again. She deliberately steered clear of talking about his balls. She understood that his only ball- related turn-on was just getting an excuse to show them off. She invited him to come to her apartment later that night, and he accepted. Stan arrived in his faded jeans and a t-shirt, over which he donned an unbuttoned oxford. As soon as Brittany saw the prominent outlines of each of his balls in his jeans, she felt a desperate need to just kick the crap out of them right there. But she knew that she had to keep this feeling hidden. She asked him if he wanted to get tied to the bed like before, and he said yes. They went to the bedroom, and she first invited him to just sit on the bed and watch her strip. She was exactly the type of girl that Stan preferred. Fit, slender, brunette, with smaller-than-average- size breasts. Her skin was fair, smooth, and sexy. She was dressed in jeans and a tight red low-cut top, under which she wore no bra. Stan began getting a hard-on as soon she took of her shirt, reveling her perfect tits. She took off her jeans, but kept her black lace panties on. She reached into her drawers and brought out a whip, and ordered him to undress. He did this, revealing his awesomely toned body. When he removed his jock, Brittany had to hold herself back from acting on her impulse to jump on him and bust his large low-hanging nuts right then. Instead she complimented him no his nice hard dick, and told him that if he was a good boy he would get the fucking of a lifetime. He allowed her to tie him with rope to the bed, spreadeagle, with his crotch completely defenseless. His nuts rested invitingly no the bed between his lean muscular legs. She blindfolded him, and said that now the fun is going to begin. She gently whipped his body several times, but not to the point of leaving marks. This got Stan more aroused then ever, and a small amount of precum oozed out of his now throbbing boner. She told him that this required attention. She reached for a bottle of flavored lube and applied it to his genitals, Then she began sucking his dick and massaging his balls. Then she changed to stroking his dick while sucking his balls. He was approaching climax quickly, and he told her to slow down because he did not want to come too quickly. She ignored him and continued, until the point where he could not hold in his orgasm anymore. As soon as Brittany saw the first sign of semen beginning to emerge, she stopped. He yelled what the fuck are you stopping for? She didnt speak, she just watched as a couple non-impressive squirts were followed by the slow oozing of most of his white gooey load onto his belly. She watched him squirm a bit, still wearing the blindfold, suffering the frustration of a completely non-pleasurable ejaculation. He kept asking her what was going on, and could he please be untied. She said nothing. She watched in silence until his erection had subsided. Then it was time for the ball torture to begin. She removed the blindfold, and he saw a pair of vicious eyes looking back at him. He knew he was in for it. Then Lou and Jared emerged from the closet, where they had been hiding all that time. They yelled at Stan for being a crazy ball-obsessed fucker, and told him that it was time for him to pay. The original plan was for Brittany to do the actual busting, which she was really looking forward to. But Lou and Jared had changed their minds. They wanted to ruin Stans testicles themselves. At first Brittany was disappointed by this change of plans. Then she figured that it would broaden her horizons to just sit back and watch, while one bound guy got his gonads wasted by two other guys. Jared took the first shot -- a straight-on punch to Stans crotch, but not full-force. Stan started to yell, but this was not a problem. Brittany quickly dug up a ball gag, and together she and Lou put it on Stan. Jared punched Stans nuts a few more times, each punch more powerful then the next. Then Lou joined in. The two men began to take turns throwing increasingly severe punches at the defenseless balls before them. They wanted to keep the torture at a level which was unbearable for Stan, but not so bad that it made him pass out. Punch after punch, their knuckles bashed into those big- hanging nuts. Stans balls were now red and swelling. Brittany was fingering herself, and by this time had made herself come twice. She was getting hornier than ever, and was desperate to get her hands on those helpless balls. Lou and Jared stepped back to let Brittany take over. She began punching and squeezing Stans balls, and finally Stan passed out from the pain. They decided that they would give his balls time to recover a bit, and wait for him to regain consciousness. Lou decided to go to the living room and watch TV. Jared on the other hand had been getting turned on by the sight of Brittany letting out her horny rage on a defenseless pair of testicles. She noticed Jareds hardon, and knew that he wanted to fuck her. She kneeled in front of him and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. A sudden fear swept Jareds whole body, as Brittany immediately gratified her craving to suck his average-size testicles. But she made sure to do this gently, and he had nothing to worry about. She decided she would focus all of her busting impulses towards the bound victim on the bed, who was now waking up. Lou returned to see what was going on. He saw Jared getting his nuts sucked, and noticed Stan regaining consciousness. Lou could see that Jared and Brittany obviously were really getting of on this ballbusting situation. But since he wasnt, he decided to just return to the TV. Before he left the room though, he suggested a way that they could choreograph their sex play. His idea was that Jared and Brittany would have intercourse while standing next to the bed, while at the same time Brittany could be reaching over to Stans balls and squeezing the life out of them. So thats exactly what Jared and Brittany did. Brittany alternately squeezed each of Stans balls, while Jared standing-fucked Brittany like crazy. As Jared started to come he yelled to Brittany to keep squeezing just one of Stans balls harder and harder. Then she felt Jareds cum begin to rush inside of her, so she squeezed the swelled oversized ball as hard as she could, popping and completely destroying it in her hand. Stan passed out. Lou came back in the bedroom to see what was going on. Jared and Brittany were lying next to each other on the floor, still enjoying the aftermath of an incredible fuck. Jared would never forget the incredible experience of coming inside Brittany while simultaneously watching her wreck one of the testicles of his former friend. Lou could see that Jared and Brittany were happy, but spent. And Lou was ready to get out of there. He saw Stan was still passed out and had one completely squashed nut. Lou quickly grabbed the remaining intact ball using both hands, and gave it a sharp powerful squeeze until an audible pop filled the room. Brittany gave a gasp of excitement, and Jared quietly began to laugh. When Stan regained consciousness he knew right away that he had been turned from a huge-balled stud into a eunuch. Lou explained that if Stan tried to tell anybody about this, they would all deny it. After that day they all went their separate ways and never spoke to one another again.

Busted Babymakers

by Jordan Mark had recently married his girlfriend Teresa. He was the kind of guy that still thought women were 2nd class citizens compared to men. Before they got married Mark really wasn't that bad. Teresa knew he was a little bit of a pig, but he got worse after the wedding. On the wedding night when the couple was meant to make romantic love, Mark got drunk and made Teresa blow him. She was upset and couldn't believe he would spoil their wedding that way. The next night, Mark was back in his usual self, he was ready to fuck her. They had always had sex with condoms before but now Mark was ready to have a kid. His father had told Mark that he needed to have a son right away. Mark listened to his father because he respected him and looked up to him. Mark's dad was were he learned most of his male ego tripping ways. Growing up Mark's dad taught him that men were the most powerful because of their balls, which brought life to the world. Both men had huge balls. Mark's dad's were like jumbo sized eggs in a semi-loose nutsack. Mark had dreamed his would be that big, but they fell a little short, they were still large, as big as golfballs and in a hanging sack. Mark knew that one day his fat nuts would produce another young buck like himself. Anyway, tonight he was ready to get to having a son. So when Teresa got ready for bed and took off her clothes, Mark threw her on the bed. "Get off!" she said. "It's time to start having kids, I need a son!" he replied. "Mark I'm not ready yet!" yelled Teresa. "Get to making a baby bitch!" Mark screamed at her as he tore off her panties and got ready to screw her. Teresa, still angry from the previous night was furious tha Mark was pushing himself on her, that and she was fed up with his macho pride. Before she relize what was happening Mark had his pants off and was getting ready to probe her with his prick. "Wait," she said "let me blow you to get into the mood." Mark had no problem with this, He stuck his throbbing cock into her mouth and began to pump it hard. As he was going in and out her mouth she watched/ felt his meaty balls smack against her chin and thought to herself that Mark had to be stopped. While sucking his dick, Teresa made a grab for Mark's bulging balls, she got them above both nuts and got a good grip around the sack. Mark stopped for a second but before he could say anything his eyes got wide as he felt Teresa's small fist wrap around his hefty nutbag and yank down hard. She pulled down hard, yanking the whole huge nutsack down. Mark screamed " ahhhh my fucking boys!!" Teresa ignored him and began to yank hard twisting and squeezing the large balls in her hand. "What the fuck are you doing ya dumb bitch!" hollered Mark. "You won't be making any kids with these fat babymakers Mark, at least not anytime soon!" she said as she released his set and drove her fist into the center of his stones hard. "SHIT!!" Mark screamed as his eyes widened as he felt his two huge nads get smashed. He grabbed his brusing balls, and fell to his knees groaning and moaning. " ahh you fucking whore!" he yelled. With that Teresa got off the bed stood Mark up and kneed his hard twice in his fat family jewels. "OWW!" he hollered. Teresa then got down to her knees and took both of Mark's huge hangers in each fist and began to grip each big ball fiercely. "Ughhh god, my big nuts, your breaking them!!" cried Mark. Teresa kept griping and squishing each individual testicle like a stress reliever. Then she took a grip around his dangling sack again and pulled sown streching his balls to the bottom of the bag then while Mark protested, she slammed a string uppercut right into his tightly held nads. Mark howled in pain, then fell on his back and nearly passed out. Teresa sat on the bed knowing that he new husband wouldn't try to have anymore kids for a while. She relaxed thinking that Mark was down for the count, he was barely conscious, but suddenly Mark leaped off the floor and charge at Teresa . Without much time to react Teresa rapidly threw up her foot to block him, slamming it right into his aching swollen plums and Mark worsened the blow because he ran right into it. The look on Mark's face was absolute shock as he collapsed onto the floor. Teresa left and went back to her apartment, she wouldn't be around when he woke up. A few days later someone was knocking at the door. She wasn't in the mood but visiters but answered anyway. Suddenly as she unlocked the door it burst open. It was Mark's father. "You little good for nothing bitch!" he yelled as he barged in. Mark went to the doctor today and they say he may not be albe to have kids! You ruined his manly balls you slut! I'll kill you!" he ran at Teresa who became frightened and ran into the living room. "Get back here bitch!" he screamed and followed her. Teresa unintentially backed herself into a corner as she saw Mark's father hurry towards her. He slammed her against the wall and threw her on the floor, she lay on her back looking up at him as he stood over her. "I'm gonna make you pay for hurting my boys manhood. His balls were supposed to give me a grandson, His balls are were men are made. His balls.." Teresa interupted him, "his balls are destroyed", she finished his sentence as she brought up her foot hard into Mark's dad's jean covered groin. "Ughhh!" Mark's dad said. Teresa wasted no time, she knew he was sereious about hurting her and she had to hurt him first. She quickly undid he overals and dropped them to floor, discovering that he wasn't wearing underwear. His enormous ballbag came into view and Teresa couldn't believe how big they were, bigger than Mark's and much lower. She immediated seized hold of them and yanked them up in the air, pulling him by his bullnuts. "Awww you whore!!" he yelled, as she ripping hard on his flopping sack of potatos. She then began to punch his loose sack like a punching bag, slaming fists into his beefy testicles. Teresa had to show Mark's dad like she showed Mark what she thought about their attitude towards women. She stood up and kneed his tender fat nads hard, then droped him to the ground. While on the floor she stomped down hard on Mark's dad's nuts. He passed out. An hour later he work up and quickly got to his feet, Teresa was ready she came around the corner and grabbed his meatballs and squeezed like hell, crushing them beneath her fingers. "Ooooowww! My precious jewels!!" he screamed and fell back to the floor on his back, his loose sack laying on the floor. Teresa grabbed the thickest dictionary froma bookself and droping it from a few feet aboove his beaten set smacking them hard as it it hit the floor. He passed out again. Teresa tied up his balls with a shoestring and left him outside her door naked. She looked outside a hour later and he was still there passed out, his balls well as large as baseballs and turning purple. As he began to stir Teresa noticed Mark coming down the hallway. "Dad! What the fuck did you do to him.?!" he yelled. As he ran towards his father, Mark's dad woke up and threw a punch at Teresa , She moved and his punch hit his son Mark right in his battered balls. Mark fell over and Teresa slaped Mark's dad's balls. Both men were outta it so she quickly undid Mark's pants and tied his balls tight too, then tied Mark's tied balls to his father's tied balls, and closed the door and bolted it. When inside she called the cops. When Mark and his dad came to, they were both pantless and had aching nuts from their big nads being tied tight. When the tried to get up and walk they could barely move due to the fact that their nutsacks were tied to each others'. This cause them to trip and pull eachother and fall over leaving them in a clump on the floor and aching from the short distance between each man's set.

Sara and Her Boyfriend

by Magic Man Sara was making the final touches on dinner, placing a basket of rolls down on the table and lighting two candles at its center. She expected her boyfriend Chris to be coming home from work any minute now. She had met Chris during graduate school. He had been the shy undergraduate student and she had been the older, sexy teaching assistant. Of course, it was against university policy for TA's to get involved with their students. The year he graduated, Sara and Chris started dating openly and soon after, moved into an apartment together. A year later, they were still together, though their relationship had been going through hard times. Chris hardly had time for Sara between his nursing classes and work. Often this would often lead to a fight and resentment from both of them. She thought that a good home-cooked dinner after a long shift at the hospital might help patch things up between them. Sara heard Chris come in and went to greet him. He stood in the hallway, still wearing a worn looking set of scrubs. He was a good looking 22 year old man, with strong angular features in his face. His hazel colored eyes peered out of thin rim glasses. Sara loved when Chris wore his scrubs. She especially loved how they hugged his but and did little to mask his crotch. She came over kissed him. "Hi honey, how was work?" "Too long, I couldn't wait to get out. What's for dinner?" he said as he peered over her shoulder and saw the table set. "I made your favorite, broiled haddock. I thought you deserved a nice dinner after working all day." "You shouldn't have gone through all that trouble, but I appreciate it." Chris said as he sat down across from Sara. They talked about eachother's day, both making sure not to bring up the latest round of fights. Near the end of the meal Sara looked up at Chris as he ate the last bit of broccoli off his plate. She got his attention by slowly sliding her foot up his inner leg and gently placed her toes on top of his groin. He looked up at her inquisitively and seemed to sigh. "Sara, I've been thinking about our relationship lately. Things haven't been going so well and I'm not sure how to, ah . . . . fix it." The last part of Chris' sentence was interrupted by a short grasp as Sara massaged his groin with her foot. Through the thin material of Chris' scrubs and underwear Sara could feel his squishy, plum shaped balls resting under his semi- erect dick. As she intended, he started getting harder as she continued to rub her right foot up and down across his swelling cock as her left foot wedged up under his balls. "Sara I think maybe we should think about sep . . ." "Chris," she interrupted, 'I was hoping that after dinner, you can take a shower, I'll clean up here, and afterwards we could watch TV in bed. " "Alright," Chris said as he gently pulled away from the reach of Sara's massaging feet, "but after I get out of the shower, I want to talk with you." While Sara was rushing to clear the table, Chris was standing under the shower head, allowing the water to rinse off all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated during the day. He was practicing how he was going to tell Sara that he wanted to break up with her and move out of the apartment. For a moment he considered starting over again. She hadn't brought up their arguments over dinner, and part of him still loved her. The moment passed and he decided that it was time to tell her it was over. After finishing his shower, he walked into their bedroom and and put on a pair of grey boxerbriefs that Sara had given him for one of his birthdays. Hearing Sara walk into the room, he turned to see her standing in the doorway with nothing on but a tight yellow T- shirt that showed off her pert C sized breasts and a skimpy pair of pink panties. She walked over to Chris and put her arms around him. "Honey, I've been thinking, its been such a long time since we've had sex." She reached her hand down Chris' torso and rested on his groin. As she talked she gently kneaded his dick and balls through his underwear. "How about it tonight?" "Sara, I really wanted to talk to you . . ." Sara suddenly kissed him passionately in mid-sentence. Chris stopped struggling and began kissing her back. She continued to massage his groin until his dick was rock hard and straining against the fabric of the boxerbriefs. They fell on the bed together and had two hours of the best sex of their lives. Chris came twice and was laying on his back next to his naked girlfriend, staring up at the ceiling. He suddenly realized that he had planned to tell Sara that he was leaving. He slid to the edge of the bed and put his underwear back on. "Sara, I've been trying to tell you something all night." "What is it honey?" "Things haven't been going so well with us. Not for a long time." He turned back to look at her. "Sara, this isn't easy. I've been thinking about this a lot. I know we keep on trying to fix things but it never seems to work." "Chris, what are you saying? "I think I should move out," his voice cracked as he spoke. "I think maybe we should break up." "You tell me this NOW? After we just had sex!? You BASTARD! How could you do this to me!?" Sara was furious. She jumped out the bed screaming. "How could you use me like that!?" Chris immediately realized that he made a mistake bringing this up now. He got up and tried to hug Sara, telling her that he was sorry. "Get the fuck off me! Leave me alone you asshole!" She struggled under Chris' grip. Despite her best effort, Chris was too strong for her to get free. The rage and pain began to well inside her. She just wanted to get free and be left alone. Without thinking she quickly jabbed her knee up between Chris' thighs, crushing is trapped nuts. After two hours of sex, his balls hung lower then the normally would, only adding to the pain as Sara's knee smashed his nuts up into his pelvis. Unfortunately for him, his boxerbriefs didn't provide any protection. They only held his balls firmly in position for Sara's knee. Chris just stood there in shock, still holding Sara, but without any strength. Sara stared at him for a second, slowly realizing what she had just done. Then the pain and anger rushed through her body once again. She grabbed ahold of his shoulders, causing him to haunch down only for her knee to slam up into his groin 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 times. Each time her knee lifted his crotch up, smashing his balls further into his pelvic bone. Each impact lifted his entire body up an inch and was followed by a low grunt that escaped through Chris' grated teeth. "How does that feel asshole!?" Chris couldn't speak. The pain was horrible and he felt as though he was going to throw up. He wanted to crawl up into a ball but Sara was still holding him up. His mouth was wide open and it took all his strength just to keep breathing. Sara saw the pain that registered in his eyes and suddenly felt sorry for hurting him. She still loved him and was just reacting out of pain, anger, and fear. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I was so angry . . ." She helped him limp to the bed and laid him down on his back with his feet hanging down to the floor. His hands were cupped over his crotch and he continued to moan. "Oh God Chris, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you this bad . . ." Chris' only response was a long low pitched moan. Sara looked down at her boyfriend, worried that she may have damaged him perminately. After all, she had felt his balls flatten between her knee and his pelvic bone. It occurred to her that she should check to make sure their wasn't any obvious damage. Though it took a lot of coaxing, she finally got Chris to move his hands away from his groin. She grabbed ahold of his wasteband and pulled his underwear down to his ankles as gently as possible. Chris' cock laid over a pair of balls that were now pink and slightly larger than they were just minutes earlier when they were having sex. Sara gently slid her hand underneath his nuts and slowly began to rub them. Chris jumped a bit but soon trusted Sara with his most prized possessions. With one hand she reached up to Chris' head and brushed his hair off his face, with the other, she gently cradled his aching jewels. She noticed how low hung and slippery they were in her hands. She had always enjoyed getting ahold of Chris' boy toys, knowing that whoever he ended up with would get quite a treat. Suddenly, the thought came to her; Was he breaking up with her because he had found someone else? There were several attractive nursing students that Chris often worked with. Even if she asked him, she doubted that he would tell the truth. Anger and rejection washed over her once more as her eyes flared with anger. Chris looked up and recognized the anger in her eyes, only to be racked with even more pain. Sara cruelly yanked on Chris' already tortured nuts, stretching his ball-chords even further. He let out a screech that must have been heard by their neighbors, but that didn't stop Sara. She used both of her hands to trap his nuts at the base of his scrotum. "Are you tying to see someone else!?" Chris looked up at Sara helplessly, pain mirrored in his eyes. He tried to pry her small fingers off his nuts, but his strength was quickly sapped by the pain. "No, I would never cheat on you. This is because of us, not anyone else." It was too late for Chris, though. Sara didn't even listen to his answer. She was furious and had her boyfriend by the balls, literally. Seizing a nut in each hand, she pressed both thumbs into each meaty orb simultaneously. Chris let out a long high pitched shriek as his legs thrashed out underneath her. He wished he would pass out from the pain, but unfortunately for him, he was painfully aware of each squeeze. He begged for her to stop, only for her to grind his balls into her palms even harder. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!: "Who the fuck is she you bastard!?" Each word was emphasized with a squeeze of Chris' nuts further. She laid across his torso, blocking his view of her mutilating the very source of his masculinity. She was so angry she wanted to rib them off. By now, his balls were swollen to the size of big grade A eggs and the broken blood vessels turned them as red as strawberries. Sara continued to take her aggression out on Chris' tortured manhood for over forty-five minutes. She used different combinations of squeezing, pinching, and stretching his poor fat battered nuts. He was so weak that all he could do was hold on to Sara's hands has they slowly crushed his manhood into oblivion. Sara eventually released Chris' balls, allowing him to gently cup them, hoping that it was over. Sara seized his hands and squeezed his fingers that were still holding his delicate boy berries, causing him to squeeze the life out of his own balls. By the end, he couldn't even speak, only weakly groan. Part of him wished for his testicles to give way completely and collapse in her hands, if only to stop the pain. A number of times he came close to blacking out. Not willing to let him off that easy, she would slam his balls with her fist into her cupped hand. His body would jerk and his head would snap up, only to see his soon to be ex- girlfriend mashing his potatoes. After nearly an hour of excruciating ball pain, Chris passed out on the bed. Sara looked down at Chris and surveyed the damage she had done. His balls looked like they were going to burst. She rolled them around in her hand and could feel a hard center in each nut, but new they were beginning to break down. The thought of destroying what was left of his balls did come to mind, but the anger had passed, and she didn't think he deserved to be sterile for the rest of his life. She left him there, passed out on the bed all night. The next day, Chris began packing his things. His balls were swollen for days after and he found it hard to walk without his nuts bouncing off his thighs. Sara was there when he brought the last box out to his car. When he came back to the door to give Sara his key, he tried to apologize one last time. She looked at him sweetly, swung her foot back and planted it right up under the bulge of Chris' crotch. Despite the fact that he was wearing jeans, his swollen balls were still highly sensitive, sending him crashing to the floor. Sara looked down at him and said, "Good bye Fucker!" leaving him on the floor in the hallway, clutching himself on the ground. Several weeks had past since Chris had moved out of Sara's apartment. Sara had been hurt by the rejection, but was trying to move on. She slowly began rebuilding her confidence and was now ready to start dating again. She was thinking about asking the cute computer tech at work out on a date, but hadn't quite built up the courage yet. One night, Chris called her. He told her that he had made a mistake and still loved her. Though Sara had moved on, she still did not forgive him for rejecting her. Now it just seemed like he was playing with his emotions. After a lot of coaxing, she finally agreed to him coming over on Saturday. Sara only agreed because she was watching her 12 year old cousin Alex and she had always loved Chris. Besides, she thought Alex could act as a buffer just in case Chris tried to bring up getting back together. ________________________ Sara picked Alex up from her house in the morning and brought her back to the apartment. They had spent the morning baking cookies and now were watching TV. On the screen a bar fight was going on. A much smaller man was getting the crap beaten out of him by a man that had at least two hundred pounds on him. It looked like he wasn't going to make it, that is, until he pulled himself up off the floor and finished the fight by planting one devastating uppercut to the large man's groin, knocking him down and ending the fight. Alex looked at Sara. "What just happened? I thought that big guy was going to win. How come that guy just fell down when he only got punched once?" Sara smiled at Alex a bit uncomfortably. She wasn't sure how much Alex knew about men. "Well . . . its because men have very sensitive private parts. When you hit them, it causes them a lot of pain." "Is that what that man did on TV? He punched that big guy in the wiener?" "Well, not exactly. He hit his balls. Thats what made him fall down." Alex looked at Sara with bewilderment. She was of course curious and wanted to know more. Alex was an only child and hadn't had any experience with a brother. Sara answered her questions as best she could, explaining the differences between the male and the female bodies. Alex was in awe and was very interested to learn more. "So have you ever hit a boy in his nards?" "Well, yes I have." She didn't think it was a good idea to tell Alex about the night her and Chris broke up. "There were a few times in school when boys would try to pick on me. I never could beat them in a straight out fight, but kicking them in the balls hurt them enough to leave me alone." "Wow. I had no idea you could do that. I'm not sure I'd know how to kick a boy in the balls." Sara smiled back at her cousin. "Maybe I could teach you how. Do you want to learn?" "Yeah I would!" Alex beamed back at Sara. Sara and Alex talked for the next hour about busting balls. Alex was eager to learn and Sara was enjoying retelling her busting experiences. When Alex asked her whether she ever busted Chris, Sara told her the truth, but didn't go into details. She decided the best way to teach Alex would be to give her some hands on training. ________________________ Chris arrived at the apartment during the afternoon. They watched movies and played games together, just like old times. The whole time Alex kept taking peeks down at Chris' crotch, trying to imagine what was hidden beneath the bulge in his jeans. She waited with great anticipation until she could find out. When it came time to eat, Sara and Chris made dinner while Alex set the table. When the food was ready, Alex made sure that she sat across the table from Chris. During the meal, she intentionally dropped her fork, just as her and Sara planned earlier that day. When she bent down to pick it up, she noticed that Chris had his legs spread wide open and his crotch exposed. She got back in her seat and extended out her leg until she reached Chris' left foot. She readjusted herself on her chair, slumping down as far as possible. Carefully, she lifted her foot up between his thighs until it hovered above where she guessed his groin was. Taking a deep breath, she let out an exaggerated sigh and slammed her foot down between his legs. She could feel his soft crotch compress against the hard bone of her heel. "Ahhhh!" A second after Alex's sock covered foot sunk down into Chris' groin, both his knees jammed up into table, causing all the plates to rattle. He leaned over and held himself. "Ughhhhhh, my nuts . . ." "Oh God Chris, I'm sorry, I just stretched out my legs, I had no idea . . ." Alex tried her best to sound sympathetic. Sara asked if Chris was alright. He tried to laugh it off as he hunched forward holding himself. "It's alright Alex, I'll be fine in just a minute." Sara just smiled at herself. Alex had done exactly what she told her to and it had worked perfectly. On to phase two . . . ________________________ Once dinner was cleaned up, Alex asked if they could play twister. Before Chris could answer, Sara agreed and laid the mat down on the living room floor. After the first few spins, the three of them were nearly tangled in a mass of arms and legs. Chris was positioned on the bottom of the pile, with both feet down on the mat and one hand propped behind his back. Because of his positioning, he was forced to keep his legs spread apart to keep his balance. Alex was straddled over Chris' right leg with her hands on each side of Chris' torso. Sara was on top of the pile, holding herself suspended over them with both hands and feet down on either side of the mat. Alex was next to move. The spinner landed on green, which meant she was going to have to try to get her right foot up over Chris' left leg. She had been waiting to have a good excuse for busting Chris' nuts again and this was what she was waiting for. Though she knew she could reach the mark, she planned to pretend to lose her balance, causing her to fall on top of him. Alex looked up at Chris, who happened to be looking away. She carefully moved her right leg forward and positioned her knee between his legs, directly above his groin. With a devilish smile on her face, she let out a fake gasp and let herself fall on top of Chris, making sure that knee stayed on target. As she fell, her knee dug down into Chris' waiting crotch. Chris heard Alex gasp and the next thing he new his nuts were exploding with pain. They fell down on the mat together with Alex's knee still planted in his groin, further grinding down his balls. A loud groan escaped Chris' throat as all the air emptied from his lungs, "Ughhhhhh!!!!!" The pain was sharp and continuous, he couldn't stand it anymore. Slowly he realized Alex was still on top of him and her knee was crushing his nuts. Just as he tried to lift Alex off of him, Sara seemed to lose her balance and fell on top of them both. In the confusion Alex was able to get in another two knee slams into Chris' groin. By the time they got off him, Chris couldn't even speak, he just laid on the floor in a clump holding his balls and moaned. Sara looked down at Chris and then up to Alex. She couldn't believe how fast Alex was catching on to ball busting. "You really got him good Alex. Look at him, he can't even get up." She hugged her little cousin and whispered in her ear. "You've done a good job. Now its time to expand your training." ____________________ Chris was in so much pain, he couldn't believe what was happening. He was sure that Alex was hitting him on purpose now and it was going to stop. He looked up at Sara and Alex came back into the living room with their shoes on. "What's going on?" Sara ignored him. "Remember what I told you, its just like kicking a field goal. Just keep your eye on the ball." Before Chris knew what was happening, Sara ran up to Chris and swung her foot right up between his legs. His whole body jumped up and then came crashing down. All the abuse his balls had received was starting to take a toll. Sara dragged Chris up to his feet and stood him up in front of the couch. He was so heavy that if he fell back down, she might not be able to get him back up off the floor. She overpowered his hands which were trying to cover his aching balls and held them behind his back. "Alright Alex, come stand in front of Chris and kick him, just like I showed you." Chris tried to struggle but he couldn't fight Sara. Alex stood in front of Chris, aimed, and swung her foot up between his legs. At the last minute, Chris saved himself and squeezed his legs together. Alex's foot ended up only grazing his balls. Fustrated, Alex tried again. This time, Sara used her feet to brace Chris' legs open. Again Alex swung her foot up into Chris' groin. He groaned and sagged against Sara's grip. "Try again Alex, but this time, back up first, run, and kick him." Alex tried twice more, each time she made contact, but the force of the kick was not hard enough to inflict too much damage. She was a full two feet shorter than Chris, which made it hard for her foot to reach his groin. Chris didn't notice, his nuts felt like they were on fire. Sara could tell she was getting frustrated and came up with an idea to even the odds. "I think the problem is that his jeans are absorbing most of the kick. We're going to have to get them off for you to have a clear shot." Sara reached up and whispered in his ear. "Just do what I say and it will be over quick. If you don't cooperate, I'll cut your balls off!" Alex couldn't tell what Sara was saying to Chris, but whatever it was made his eyes go wide. He stop struggling long enough for Sara to pull his shirt up over his head. Before he realized it, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Then she pulled his boxers down to his ankles, leaving him totally exposed. Sara was used to seeing Chris naked, but still enjoyed the sight of his body. She could tell that he was still working out. His flat, lean abs had a trail of hair that led down to a small forest of pubic hair. Two plump balls hung loosely under his flacid penis. Alex let out a giggle and stared at him in awe. Chris stood there looking miserable and broken as their eyes scanned up and down his body. Sara was loving this. Chris was clearly uncomfortable standing their naked, despite the fact that he was well endowed. Turning back to Alex she began her explination, "Ok, the male body has two sexual organs." Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around Chris' dick and lifted it up for Alex to see. "Remember what we were talking about earlier? This is his penis. During sex, it will get hard and will go into the woman's vagina." "Ewww, gross." Alex giggled. "It gets hard?" "Yes, all I have to do is rub my hand up and down it and it will grow." Sara stroked his shaft only a few times before Chris felt his dick began to stiffen. Alex stared in amazment. Sara smiled back at her and let the rock hard dick flop down. That wasn't what she was interested in tonight. Chris shivered as she slipped her fingers around his plum sized balls and rolled them around in her hand. Looking back at Alex, "These are his testicles. Each boy has two of them that hang in a squishy sac called a scrotum. Testicles can vary in size and by how far they hang down. Sometimes they are called 'balls' or 'nuts' because thats what they kinda look like." As she spoke, she continued to gently knead the balls like dough, feeling them press into her palm. Alex got closer, trying to get a good look. "Boys testicles produce sperm that will fertilize a woman's egg during sex. They are the source of testosterone, a hormone that allows them to get much more muscular than girls." The whole time this was going on Chris kept looking away, hoping it would end quickly. He feared any moment she would tighten her grip. She just continued to smile and explain male physiology to Alex. "Alright Alex, I want you to feel them. Don't worry I'm sure Chris doesn't mind, but remember, they are very sensitive." Sara gave her cousin a wink. Chris tried to protest but Sara was already holding his hands behind his back. Suddenly he felt Alex's hand reach up and slowly cup his sac. She looked up at him, and then at Sara for reassurance. Feeling a bit more confident, she gently wrapped her tiny fingers around his balls, cradling them like two delicate eggs. Sara could hardly stifle her laughter. There stood her 12 year-old cousin holding her 22 year-old ex-boyfriend by the balls. She rolled around his fat balls in her hand, measuring the weight of each testicle. They felt soft and warm as they slid around in his sac. So these are what caused so much pain for a boy when he got hit in the groin. "How come his left testicle hangs lower than the right one?" "That's common for most boys Alex, but now that you have a feel for them, why don't you practice kicking him in balls." Realizing what was going to happen, Chris began to struggle against Sara's grip. He might have broken free but Alex quickly responded by squeezing his balls in a vise grip. Pain exploded from the base of his scrotum up to the pit of his stomach. Chris' face mirrored the agony that his balls were experiencing and soon he stopped fighting. "Ughhhhhhhh, OK, OK, please stop!" Alex held on a few seconds longer to make sure that they had Chris' cooperation. It seemed like an eternity to Chris before she released his bruised nuts. When she finally did, he let out a long sigh of relief. Following Sara's direction, Alex stepped back and swung her foot up into Chris' unprotected sac. Sara watched as Alex's foot connected with both balls, ramming them all the way up into his pelvic bone. Chris let out a loud "umph" and fell back on Sara. "Good job Alex! Try again!" Alex ignored Chris' groans and tried again. Chris' nuts made a sick slapping sound as her foot slammed them up into his groin once more. The pain was almost more than Chris could bare. If not for Sara, he would have dropped like a sac of potatoes. He just wished it would end now. Unfortunately for Chris, Alex busted his balls five more times. By the end, all resistance had been beaten out of him and small high pitched moans were the only thing that escaped through his lips. Sara was thrilled with how things had turned out. "I'd say you've gotten the hang of it Alex." Her cousin looked back at her, beaming with pride. "Yeah, I think so. Thank you for teaching me Sara. Oh, and thank you Chris for letting me practice on you." She gave his nuts a quick squeeze that made his knees buckle beneath him. Sara released him, allowing him fall back on the couch. "Hey, we should check out the damage you did!" Both girls knelt in front of Chris. He laid sprawled out on the couch, unmoving. Sara realized that he must have passed out when he hit the couch. She spread his legs apart so they could survey the damage. Alex reached up and cupped his swollen pink balls and rolled them around in her hand. "Sara, his right ball feels different then the left one." Sara took hold of his nuts and checked for herself. Alex was right, the left testicle was definitely swollen, but the right testicle felt a little squishier. She asked Alex to go get a bag of ice from the kitchen. She quickly returned with ice and Sara held it up against Chris' balls. "What's the ice for Sara?" "It helps keep the swelling down. I want to make sure that Chris is alright." After a few minutes Sara lifted up the ice pack and felt Chris' scrotum. As she had feared, the left testicle was starting to shrink back to its normal size, but the right testicle was clearly softer. She hadn't intended for this to happen. After all, Chris wasn't that bad of a guy. She turned to Alex. "It seems like we actually crushed one of Chris' testicles." "Oh God, Sara I am so sorry. Are you sure!? Should we bring him to the hospital?" Alex was getting upset. She never expected their fun to have serious consequences. "Does this mean that he won't be able to have children?" "No, it's going to be alright, his left testicle is still fine. Don't worry, he will still be able to have children." Sara worked Chris' balls around in her hand. It was a shame, but the damage was already done. Suddenly a thought came to mind. "You know, this is an opportunity that we probably won't ever get again." "What do you mean?" Alex was bewildered. The guilt was really starting to get to her. "Since one of Chris' testicles is ruined anyhow, we may as well have a little bit more fun. Lets crush it!" "Are you serious!? It might not be completely broken, maybe if we just drive him to the hospital, they might be able to . . ." "No Alex, they won't be able to repair it. Here, feel it for yourself. It's already starting to break down." Alex took ahold of the testicle. "Well, it does seem to be a little softer then than the other one. If you really are sure . . . I guess we could. There's no point in just letting it hang there useless." A smile crept back across her face. "Don't worry, we're just going to finish what we started. Why don't you start Alex." Alex reluctantly at first tried squeezing the damaged testicle. When that didn't work, she pulled it down to the base of his scrotum and trapped it in her fist. The skin was pink and shiny as she pressed her thumb deep into the damaged testicle, slowly grinding it down to nothing. Alex could feel Chris' ball slowly collapse in her hands. She continued to squeeze, but try as she might, she couldn't completely crush the testicle. "Here Sara, you try, I can't get it to break." Sara grasped Chris' scrotum. His once beautiful balls had been horribly beaten. She could feel the remains of his right testicle, about half the size of its counterpart. She couldn't help feeling excited by the anticipation of what she was about to do. If Chris was in better shape, she'd probably want to fuck him right there. Taking a breath, she forced the heal of her hand to compress the trapped nut into her palm. She felt it start to rupture under the pressure. The pain must have woken Chris up, because his legs thrashed out and his head flew up. Seeing Sara about to finish off his ball, he pleaded with her. "Please, please Sara, don't do it!" "I'm sorry Chris, it's to late." With one last push, the testicle finally gave way and burst into jelly. Chris shrieked and his body went into convulsions before he passed out. Once again, Chris laid still before them. Sara squeezed his sac to make sure the job was done. Just as she expected, she could only feel the left nut floating around in Chris' half empty sac. The right testicle completely gone. Before going to bed, Alex helped Sara dress the unconscious Chris which proved to be very difficult. They left him there, passed out on the couch, blissfully unconscious.

Bets & Balls

by Jordan It was a typical summer weekday for 17 year old Dylan and his 13 year old brother Max . Their parents were at work, and Dylan was in charge for the day. They decided to go swimming in the pool. While swimming the boys began to horse around and wrestle. Dylan was much bigger than Max, and because of that was roughing Max up pretty well, and laughing the whole time too. He began to continuous dunk Max into the pool, Max struggled to fight back, but he just didn't have the strength that Dylan did. He threw random punches and kicks with all his might doing anything to get Dylan off him. One of his punches managed to strike Dylan directly in his balls. "Uughhh!" Dylan said stunned but not totally busted. Max acted quickly, he went underwater and yanked off Dylan's baggy swim trunks and carried them quickly out of the pool. Max raced into the house, closed the glass door and locked it. Dylan recovered to find himself naked and aching. He was really pissed. Their house only has one neighbor and luckily they were away. Still embarrased, Dylan got out and went up to the glass door and tried to open it. Max was laughing on the other side. The sight of his naked brother standing outside locked out was hilarious. "You'd better open up now!" screamed Dylan. "Maybe, for a price." Max grinned. "What?" asked Dylan. "I'll let you back in, if...you let me take a few swings at your balls. After all you did beat me bad in the pool." Max told him. "What?! No way!" yelled Dylan. "Okay, thats fine, just stay outside like that, but don't forget, Chris is next door, he might see you." said Max. Dylan suddenly remembered that Chris the neighbors bratty kid and Max's friend was home next door. "Fine," Dylan agreed, he really wasn't all that worried, the punch in the pool didn't hurt too bad. Max opened the door and Dylan stepped in. "Get ready" said Max as he balled up a fist. The punch Dylan got in the pool wasn't that hard, but that's becuase it was underwater. Dylan didn't realize the sittuation he got himself into until, SMACK!! Max's fist slammed into Dylan's fat dangling balls, he felt them crunch under his fingers. Dylan's eyes rolled back and screamed in a high pitch tone, "Oooooowww!" Max laughed and then lifted his knee un into his brother's aching nuts. "Aghhhh" Dylan yelled as he fell over. Max tossed a towel onto his brother. "Here ya go," he said. Max went outside and back into the pool. Chris came over, he had seen Dylan standing naked outside. "Max what's up?" he said. "I'm just busting my brother's balls," Max said grinning. "Cool!" Chris said. "Hey, I have a funny idea", Max said. They talked. Meanwhile, Dylan eventually recoved and got up and wrapped the towel around his naked body. He saw Max in the pool and was filled with rage, he went out to Max. "You must think you're real funny!" he yelled at Max. "I'm gonna mes you up good later," Dylan said. Suddenly his towel slipped off, actually Chris was standing behind him and gave the towel a slight tug, however Dylan was unaware of Chris' presence. "Shit," he said as he bent over to pick up the towel, giving Chris a good view of his large ballsack hanging invitingly. Chris wasted no time, he swung his foot back and thrusted it right into Dylan's huge set of balls. Max watched with anticipation. "Aawwwwwwww!" Dylan sounded like a girl as he belted out the yell, he fell onto his knees and began to grab his hurting balls. Chris and Max began to laugh. They grabbed Dylan's towel and left him and his sore swelling balls outside naked. After the two 13 year olds, Chris and Max, busted Max's 17 year old brother Dylan, they left him naked outside and went inside to watch tv. Shortly after Dylan recovered, tired, aching and sore he decided to go inside and take a nap, he'd have his revenge when his balls didn't ache so much. Max and Chris saw Dylan walk to his room, their day of fun wasn't quite over yet. After they got done watching tv they became bored fast. "Let's bust Dylan some more," Chris said. "Sounds good to me," agrred Max, "I think he might be sleeping, this will be great!" They crept towards Dylan's room and opened the door. Max's eyes lit up, "Perfect!" he said, pointing at Dylan. Dylan was asleep but he was also asleep with hard tented boner poking straight up to the ceiling. The boys crept over to the bed, Dylan was wearing a baggy pair of sweats. Chris and Max gently began to pull the sweats down careful not to disturb Dylan, yet. As they tugged the sweat pants down, Dylan's long rod flung up and arced towards his belly button, making his balls in a perfectly clear shot. Dylan's balls were still a tad swollen, much larger than usual and hanging low right inbetween his ass crack. Max grinned as he winding up his fist and then BAMM!! punched it hard into the center of Dylan's pair of fat droppy nuts. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" Dylan screamed as his eyes immediately popped open and he quickly sat up in bed and grabbed his large family jewels. Max and Chris burst our laughing as Dylan craddled his sack. They soon realized Dylan was getting furious and so they quickly darted out of the room. Dylan leaped out of bed and ran for the door, his sweats were barely around his ankles but they were enough to cause him to trip. He came crashing down hard to the wooden floor and as he did his balls met the floor with a hard smack then as if that wasn't bad enough his body followed as his own body weight added more pressure between his nuts and the floor. "Ughhhhhh!" he cried in agony. He got up as quickly as he could manage, kicked off the sweats and went to the door. Max and Chris were on the other side waiting, as soon as Dylan entered the hallway Max and Chris jumped in front of him and each grabbed one of Dylan's huge heavy balls. "Noooooooooooo!!" cried Dylan as he felt Chris and Max each begin to tug hard and squeeze both of his big dangling babymakers. "Oooohhhhhh!!" screamed a high-pitched Dylan as Max and Chis both each gave him last quick yank. Dylan sunk the floor and curled up. Max and Chris decided this would be a good time to take a break. They went back outside and into the pool. Meanwhile, Dylan spent a good 15 minutes coiled up on the floor in testicle pain. He was beyond furious and ran outside, depite the fact that he was still without clothes. He ran over to the pool and saw Chris and Max in the water on the other side. He jumped up onto the diving board and made a huge leap towards the boys. As his was flying mid-air, Chris threw a small water basketball directly at Dylan's floppin ball bag. It smacked his nutsack hard right before his feet hit the water. Chris and Max laughed and swam over to Dylan. Dylan stood up in the shallow end and yelled with furry and pain. His eyes quickly scanned the pool for Chris and Max, little did he know that Max that right underneath him. Suddenly he felt a hand wrap around his fat ball bag and pull hard. "Aghhh!!" Dylan screamed and he was pulled by his balls into the water. Max gave his brother's nuts a fiecr twist then realeased his balls. Chris and Max got out the pool, once again leaving Dylan naked and ballbusted in the pool. They went back inside.

Summer Days

by Rockballs_2004 What I needed was some excitement. The summer days were so boring. I spent most of them just hanging around in shopping malls trying to take a good glance of some handsome dudes there. Soon I found it all so boring too. One day I saw a moving company van parked in front of the house next to mine. Somebody was moving in. I cracked a bit of my curtains and saw a stroller among other kids stuff. How boring. I wanted to get a good looking guys as my neighbour not crying babies. Few days later I was checking out the shopping malls again. It seemed I knew all the guys there: no new faces, no new bodies just the same guys I had seen hundreds of times. Suddenly there was a gorgeous guy standing front of me. I hadnt seen him ever before. Finally something new! He was a masculine dude in his early 30s or late 20s with a short dark brown hair and a worked out body. He was getting out from the mall. I ran after him trying to have a better look of him. I saw him entering into a blue Jeep and he was gone. Shit what a bad luck! I walked back home and decided to have a swim. I dont have a swimming pool of my own but I am sharing a community pool with other neighbours. I jumped into the pool and started to swim when I saw him. The guy from the shopping mall was here! In my pool! He was wearing stupid loose Bermuda style swim wear which werent revealing any important details of his lower body. But that wasnt worst. The worst was that he had a little 2-3 years old kid in his arms and a hen liked wife sun bathing close to him. He was hot. I watched him carefully trying to explore his body from toes to head. If he only was wearing tight speedos . Finally I caught something I liked: he lifted up his son from the pool so that his Bermudas got tighter on his crotch. Through the wet Bermudas I saw a decent bulge. I got so horny I needed to get out from the pool. I wanted to have him. Next day I found him again at the pool. This time he was accompanied only by his son. He was standing in the lower part of the pool teaching his son to swim. He didnt pay any attention to me when I swam next to him. I started to dive and watched his manhood under the water level when I passed him. I stopped next to him and stood up. I chatted with him for few minutes and he seemed to be a nice guy. I told him I needed to go now and started to swim. I made it look like an accident when my hand touched lightly his bulge under the water. Wow.. it felt so warm and soft. He didnt react at all. Next day the pool area was crowded. It was a hot summer day and all the neighbours were in the pool. He was there too. It was full of screaming kids running around and jumping into the pool. He was swimming alone among all those kids. I jumped into the pool and went after him. He stopped on the deep end and was hanging with his hands on the edge of the pool. I started to dive and approach him from behind. I saw him spreading and closing his legs under the water. I was soon just behind him, still diving and he couldnt see me. I saw his balls and a juicy cock hanging under the Bermudas between his legs. I grabbed his balls tight and squeezed them as hard as I could pulling them downwards. He didnt have time to react before he was under the water. Nobody noticed anything. I felt his egg sized balls in my fist and his juicy cock touching my fingers. He was squirming trying to get out of my strong hold but I didnt let him go. I kept on squeezing his baby makers trying to sink my fingertips into them. I wanted to finish these balls for good. He had a son already so he wouldnt need them anymore. But it wasnt that easy. They were really tough balls and the outer membrane resisted the pressure of my fingers. I saw his handsome face in panic and in deep agony. I opened up my fist a bit and smashed it against the wall of the pool trying to smash his nuts between them. But the water made my task more difficult so I decided to go back to my original plan and turn his balls into mush between my fingers. I was digging and sinking my fingertips deeper and deeper to his swollen balls and then suddenly I felt something gave in under my fingertips. Something ruptured and the dude started to squirm and struggle even more. There were hundreds of bubbles coming out from his mouth while he tried to release his nuts from my deadly trap. I felt how my fingers finally made their way deeper into his nuts. When the outer membrane ruptured the rest was a piece of cake. I felt in my hand how both of his nuts turned into a bloody mush inside his sack and his balls popped! I released my hold of his destroyed balls and he went up to gasp some air into his lungs. I could hear his screams under the water when I disappeared among the yelling kids. I never saw him again. They moved away a week after when he got back from the hospital. I was satisfied for a moment but I knew I needed to find another victim sooner or later. At the end of the day the summer wasnt that boring at all.

A Freshman Victory

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