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Brother’s Christmas Nightmare, Pt. II

All credit to Sean D.

Brother’s Christmas Nightmare, Pt. I

The first part of Sean D.’s seasonal ballbusting lark

Will you be posting new stories again soon?

Thanks for the question. As anyone who’s read my stories will have realized, I have a fairly specific and limited set of tastes when it comes to this particular fetish. This means that they all tend to wind up being very similar. As a result, I’m finding it hard to think of anything new to say, BB-wise. I have maybe half-a-dozen stories in varying stages of completion, which will be posted here eventually. Sorry I can’t give you a proper timeframe.

Could you make A Brother’s Nightmare, A Sister’s Awakening” Part 3? They are probably the best ballbusting stories I ever read.

Sean D has actually written a Christmas-themed continuation of those stories. As we get closer to the season of good cheer, I will repost it here.

Hello,I am a huge fan of your stories. Thanks a lot for giving people with that strange castration fetish the fuel of their fantasies. I have been written a story myself lately, in French though. Would you mind reading it? If yes would you like me to translate it? Regards. L

Thank you for your kind words. French is actually my third language, and I’d like an opportunity to get some practice (je n’ai le parler regulierement depuis l’ecole). Feel free to post your story in my inbox.

The Streaker

An extremely cool story by Femdom-Fanatic that I stumbled upon at DeviantArt.

The beeping of a heart monitor greeted me as I slowly awoke, gradually fading in from the darkness as though I was crawling out from a cave into the blinding light of the sun. The sting faded and my vision reached a level of clarity, enough to where I could see that I was in a hospital bed. “What… what happened…?” I asked, to no one in particular. I tried to think back on how I ended up in this situation, but trying to recall it made my head hurt. I felt a huge fog behind my eyes… my body was a little numb, and for a moment I feared I wouldn’t be able to move it. Slowly I reached my hand up, to protect my eyes from the light. I thought it was the sun but it was just the fluorescent bulbs above me, that’s how bright they seemed to me in that state. As I moved my arm, I felt a dull ache pulse through it. I remember wondering if I had maybe injured it in an accident, and that was why I was here… and how I must’ve hit my head in the same accident, because it was throbbing as well. Attempting to move my legs was… unsuccessful. They didn’t budge… I glanced down and saw my lower body was being suspended above the bed. My vision was still foggy and the light still a little blinding, but I could make out that my legs were outstretched and pulled apart, hung up in stirrups. Did I… break my legs? Trying to blink away my issues with sight, I attempted to get a closer look, squinting and slowly trying to sit up… and that’s when the true pain came rushing in, unlocked out of nowhere. There was quite a bit of it from my midsection, but that paled in comparison to where the worst of it lay. An absolutely intense anguish beyond any I could ever recall, hitting me like a hurricane of suffering. My body buckled and lurched as much as it could in that position, and from deep within me, I howled out a guttural, primal scream. “mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLSSSSSssss...!!!” My groin was absolutely on fire. It felt as though my nuts were being constantly struck by lightning, a sting so brutal that it immediately brought tears to my eyes. I tried to relax my body, to bring myself back to where I was when I somehow didn’t feel it. I was huffing and puffing, gasping for breath from my yell, but as I assumed my previous position the immediate shock of pain wore off and faded into a dull, surface-level ache. “Oooohh, sounds like the little guy’s finally woken up...” came the singsong voice from a room away. I turned towards the voice, in time to see the door open. In walked a nurse, in shockingly tight, revealing attire. She was a red-head, her autumn hair falling below her shoulders and only then coming to a curl. Dark mascara framed her fierce green eyes and blood red lipstick painted the wicked smirk that seemed permanently plastered on her face. She had on the stereotypical white nurse’s outfit that I swore actual nurses didn’t really wear at all, let alone with such a short miniskirt that rode way up her shapely hips or with the huge opening in the top that beautifully displayed her incredible cleavage, her huge tits jiggling with every step as she sauntered over to me, her every movement screaming her confidence. “Hey there little boy.” she greeted me, with a dismissive tone and a half-hearted wave, chuckling to herself for some reason. “My name is Taylor and I’ll be your nurse for today. Usually I’d ask how you’re feeling but I think you’ve already informed the whole hospital… nut ain’t feeling too good, eh?” “N-No… what… the hell happened to me?!” I asked, wincing. “Oh wow, you don’t even remember? You were beaten worse than I thought.” she replied flippantly, not exactly showing much concern. “That’s a little weird, I mean they sure didn’t focus too much on your head… maybe you got a concussion from one of the times you got dropped to the ground.” “Wh-wha… beaten? Dropped to the ground…?” I moaned. “Someone… did this to me, on purpose…?” “Well it ain’t like you weren’t asking for it.” she replied with a lackadaisical shrug and another little chuckle. “Made a huuuge ass out of yourself, in front of the whole world no less! But then I guess something had to be huge on you...” I was thankfully nowhere near lucid enough to understand her constant size barbs, all I was worrying about at that point was regaining my memory. “Please… can you tell me what happened? Why are my legs all strung up like that?” “Your legs…? Huh, well, yeah, I guess they had to be suspended like that too. Hardly the focus though.” she noted, sounding as if she didn’t expect that question at all. “I mean, that’s just a means to an end, to help treat your injury.” “M-My injury…?” I moaned, perplexed. She stared at me for a moment, then began to giggle to herself. “Pffft! S-Seriously? You didn’t notice that your junk is in a sling too? Heh, I mean… I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you didn’t see it, given how small it is, but… heheh!” Startled, I looked again, my hazy vision becoming clear enough for me to see that she was right. My testicles were bandaged up in a soft cast and were being kept elevated by a stirrup, just like the ones for my legs. My dick was loosely and pathetically hanging limp atop the cast, totally exposed without a hint of care for my dignity. “Wh-what the fuck…?” I groaned. “Yeah, some of the nurses wanted to do something to cover up your teenie weenie but I fought to make sure that didn’t happen… I just, love looking at it, heh. Makes me feel better about my life, knowing you’re cursed with it.” she openly mocked, staring right at my penis as she smiled and laughed yet again. Her behavior was truly shocking for anyone, let alone a trained nurse. And she wasn’t done, “See, my boyfriend has a small one too, and I was actually planning on breaking up with him over it. But then I saw yours and realized it could be soooo much worse. You make him look like a stud, honestly. So uh yeah, thanks.” “Wh-why the fuck are you talking to me like that?!” I gasped. “I’m in a lot of pain here and you won’t even tell me what happened to me...” “Man, you really have no clue what happened to your ball, huh?” she asked, shaking her head at my ignorance. “It’s both of them...” I corrected. “Beg pardon?” she replied. “That’s the third time you’ve done that, you keep saying ‘nut’ or ‘ball’, singular.” I explained. “But it’s… definitely both of them that got injured, they both hurt like hell.” “Ohhhhh, honey...” she sighed, slapping her forehead and laughing yet again. This one was deep enough that I couldn’t help but notice how much her chest heaved with it. “Ahhhh even I’m not a big enough bitch to want to tell you this one to your face… here, have your chart.” She tossed me a clipboard… at the top was my name, the name of the hospital, my doctor and nurse and, beneath that… my diagnosis. I was nervous to read it, but immediately perplexed as, despite everything else being in print, there was one line written out in red ink. Before the actual bits of diagnosis, the words “Small Cox Syndrome” were printed out on an obnoxiously large level. Hearing snickering, I lowered the page to see Nurse Taylor stifling her laughter at me. I must’ve looked absolutely stunned at her insensitivity as her laughter only intensified. I couldn’t believe what a true bitch she was. Trying to ignore her, I looked back down and quietly read my listed injuries: Bruising all over torso Shattered Pelvis Dislocated Shoulder Cracked Rib Deeply swollen left testicle Ruptured right testicle The paper fell from my hands as my jaw dropped. I knew the pain was unreal, but.. I’d… I’d actually lost a testicle?! And someone did it to me on purpose?! My vision started to fade again… this whole thing seemed like a masochistic nightmare. My life had been irrevocably changed for the worse and I didn’t even know what had happened. And this nurse from hell did nothing but rub it in. “Mmmm, now that I think about it, the short term memory loss might not have anything to do with a head injury...” she noted, seemingly talking to herself. “Maybe the whole thing was just too traumatic to recall… hmhmhm...” “This… has to be a sick joke, this can’t be real.” I croaked. “I r-really… lost a… l-lost a…?!” “A nut, yes.” she answered, bluntly. “Half a man now. Although frankly I’d say you were less than that to begin with, considering what you’ve been working with. You’re maybe like, what, a sixth of a man now…?” I could feel the tears starting to form but I hid them… I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. She sighed and shrugged. “Look, we tried to save it. We couldn’t. Be thankful we were able to do something to preserve your remaining nut… it’s in a fragile state too but it’ll recover in time. And after that, I’m sure your dick will work just as unimpressively as it always did. Nothing to cry about...” “I’m… begging you to tell me what happened.” I pleaded. “Do you even know…? If so, please… I-” “Why tell you when I can show you…?” she replied, her smirk becoming all the more villainous. “The whole thing’s on tape. Gone viral too. Heh… you might be the only person in the damn world who doesn’t know at this point...” “T-Taped…?” I asked, too stunned to even fully process that information. “Ohhh I’ve had a blast watching. I’d already seen it by the time you came in… imagine my delight that you ended up at our hospital! I just had to volunteer to treat you after that!” she giddily explained as she walked over to a nearby desk. She undoubtedly made it a point to bend over and show me her spectacularly shapely ass as she opened a drawer to retrieve some kinda Blu-Ray disk. “Mostly I just wanted to make double sure, but once I saw that prick I knew there was no mistaking it. I mean, two guys with the same name, the same face, and both with a dick that small… I don’t think it’s possible!” “Wh-what are you saying…?” I whined. “The whole world… s-saw my…? Hold on, this was printed onto a blu-ray?! That fast?” “Well, it’s been a few days…” she shrugged as she plopped it into a player, attached to the TV monitor that hung from the top corner of the room. “Heh, yeah, you’ve been out for a bit. Not too surprising when you consider the level of asskicking that went down, though… or, well, kicking elsewhere in your case...” I could barely keep up with the revelations at this point. I stared dumbfounded at the screen. The moment it flashed onto the sight of me, running naked through a football field, the horrific memories flooded back into my head all at once… --- It was a fine night, at first. I was with my lovely girlfriend Maryse, on a unique date… the two of us were live at the Super Bowl! Neither of us were huge fans, but the atmosphere was truly something to be a part of, and we were eager for a chance to see the special halftime show, where international pop sensation Kyra Vow was to make a special performance. She was… exceptionally hot and was never exactly overdressed, which was awesome but not why I needed to see her, we were both genuinely big into her. Besides my girl was already the hottest thing I’d ever seen. A gorgeous blonde with sweet blue eyes… curvaceous and absolutely loooved pencil-thin miniskirts. I swear they showed a bit of her pink panties every time she so much as took a step. Her entirely bared legs were a sight too… she did have a coat on, though even that didn’t hide how huge her titties were, but from the waist down she didn’t seem to feel the nippy cold from this winter night at all. This had nothing to do with me getting with her, but there was always a rumor going around that she was… well, really easy. I didn’t have that experience at all, we’d been together for a few months and despite some intense moments she’s shied away from sleeping with me. I didn’t take that to mean anything other than maybe the rumors were false, or perhaps she’d changed her philosophy on that. Either way, it didn’t bother me so much. But it DID feed into what happened on that fateful night… Minutes before the second quarter of the game was to end, half-time quickly approaching, Maryse draped an arm around me, pulling me close so as to whisper into my ear. “Hey sweetie… you ever seen a streaker at an event like this?” “Hah, what? Nah, can’t say I have...” I replied, taken a bit aback by that. “Why do you ask?” “Well… I just find the act really bold, yannow?” she explained with a little giggle. “I mean, it’s gotta be so embarrassing… but they don’t care. They aren’t ashamed of their bodies and don’t care if anyone sees… it’s honestly pretty cool.” “Uh… when you put it like that I guess so.” I shrugged. She came in closer, giving me a peck on the cheek before whispering seductively into my ear, “Mmm, if someone were man enough to go streaking during a big event like this… I’d have no choice but to fuck their brains out.” My jaw dropped at that, a swift stiffening occuring in my pants. I looked to her and she batted her eyelashes at me… from her expression I could tell she wasn’t kidding around. “I… uh… is that… a promise?” “Mmm, you bet your balls it is...” she remarked with an alluring wink. I could feel the vibrations running up and down my spine, as I melted at her words… I’d absolutely never even consider it under any other circumstance, but I knew right then what I had to do. To finally tap that, it’d be so very worth it… --- “Ohhh my God...” I groaned, slapping my hand to my forehead. I felt the heat of blushing emanating from my cheeks as I watched through spread fingers, my naked form running briskly, my bare feet against the grass. The very moment the field had cleared, out there I darted from the tunnel, not a shred of clothing on. “Wh-why were they filming this?!” “Well obviously the people in charge weren’t, it’s just a fancam. But man, phones can take some hella good videos these days… they kept a real good bead on you too.” Taylor informed me, all too pleased with their camerawork. “But my favorite part is the bit of editing they did! They couldn’t exactly put it on YouTube with any nudity, so… heheheh, they censored you in the most efficient way ever!” At first I didn’t even see what she was talking about, too ashamed to see myself on screen like that to want to look too closely. But I was aghast at it when I finally saw… most situations like this, you’d get a generously big black bar or a pixelated mosaic around the whole region that kept you from making out any features. But not me… I got a tiny little dot, that unfortunately managed to cover everything. This was done purely to make sure everyone that saw it knew I wasn’t packing much… and apparently it was a huge viral video... “Ahhh it’s awesome… such an itty bitty guy.” Taylor quite unnecessarily added, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. “It was REALLY cold out there, okay?!” I snapped at her. “Ain’t cold in here...” she shrugged, giving a side-eye to my still quite pathetic looking penis. My self-esteem was truly plummeting by the second… --- At first, it was kind of a rush. Like Maryse said, I knew I was showing a hell of a lot of body confidence to be doing something like that, and there was an odd thrill to it. I actually had a big smile on my face as I streaked down the field, listening to the shocked reactions from the stands. Of course I didn’t expect to be down there for very long… I was running at top speed towards an adjacent tunnel. I wasn’t exactly a running back so it took me a bit, but in a minute or so I’d made my way over there, planning to get out of there with my conquest completed. To my surprise, I found only one guard waiting there for me. She was a stern looking, somewhat older woman, but still quite pretty… and a little taller than me, not that it mattered. She was in pretty fit form beneath that security outfit as she stood there just before the exit with her arms crossed. Short brown hair went to just above her shoulders. I expected her to come forward and tackle me or something, but she didn’t budge as I approached. So instead I kept going, looking to run past her… but that’s when she reached out to grab me by the hair and to my surprise, shoved me back towards the field. I stumbled back onto my ass, looking up at her imposing frame. “Uh-uh, no sir. You’re staying out here, little man.” she told me, an authoritative tone to her voice. “Wh-what…? You don’t want to get me out of here?” I asked, confused. “Heh, nah… that’d be letting you off too easy.” she replied with a wry smirk. “I know how this works… you guys come out here showing your business to the world, big rush of adrenaline egging you on… but once that goes away, then the shame kicks in. You realize what you’re doing and what everyone can see, and all the fun turns to humiliation… and considering what you’re working with down there, that’s gonna be pretty intense soon. Heh...” Nervously, I looked around to the nearby stands, and realized the reaction I’d been hearing was uproarious laughter as they pointed at me… actually, most were specifically pointing at my genitals. I glanced down to see my already normally short cock had shriveled from the cold and nerves and was now basically invisible. In particular I just had to notice some cute girls in the front row making obscene gestures to my size and yelling about what a tiny man I was… “Oh… oh God, what am I doing?!” I asked, trying to cover myself as I made my way up. “L-Let me go, let me out of here! I’m sorry!” Again I went for the exit, but this time the security guard grabbed me by the wrist and tweaked painfully on it as she pulled one hand away from my junk. As I howled an unfortunately high pitched squeal of pain, she turned to me and pushed her generous backside into my groin as she pulled forward on my arm with all of her might. Levering my arm over her shoulder, I heard a crack and felt an intense stabbing of pain - the dislocated shoulder, in retrospect - as she judo tossed me over her head and I slammed down hard on the grass. Stunned from the impact, my genitals were again exposed and I was even closer to those girls in the front row. One leaned over and poured out her cup of soda, managing to splash me in the face with it. Just to one up her, the other did the same, except she was able to dump her ice right onto my testicles. The shrill cold became even worse as it stung my manhood… but soon, that’d be the least of my nuts’ worries. As I pulled myself up, I saw the guard rolling her sleeves back. I knew she wasn’t looking to let me leave… so I opted to charge her, trying to take her down so I could escape. But this backfired immensely, as my attempt to drive my uninjured shoulder into her midsection got me caught in a front facelock, her arm hooking just under my chin. I squirmed in her grip, finding it surprisingly powerful. She pushed me forward, just to make sure I was more immediately visible to the crowd… and then, she delivered a vicious knee to my testicles. I’d never truly been hit in the balls before… the pain was absolutely wicked from the outset, she didn’t hold back at all. She was not only stronger than me but clearly trained, her rock solid knee absolutely blasted my entirely unprotected balls. I tried to scream out in anguish, but her tightening grip choked that out. And she wasn’t done… she bit her bottom lip, putting all her might into delivering a second crushing knee lift… and then a third, and a fourth. “Nobody wants to see your baby penis… NOBODY. Never forget that, chump.” she hissed, before rearing her leg back as far as she could go yet again… --- “...aaaaand BAM! Right in the balls AGAIN!” Taylor declared, pumping her fists like it was the greatest thing she’d ever seen. “Hahaha, man she is DESTROYING those little guys! Have mercy, he’s just a boy! Obviously! Hahah...” “Uuugggh can you please stop talking…?” I asked with a resigned sigh. “Man, do you see the way the dot just completely disappears every time?” she asked, speaking even louder just to irk me. “Just entirely engulfed by her knee… heheh, she got your whole junk with every single shot. Not that it’s saying much since it’s YOUR junk and all, but it’s still funny to me.” What on Earth did I do to deserve any of this…? Besides streaking at the Super Bowl, obviously… --- As the guard continued to wail on me, preparations for the halftime show were well under way, and thus the last few people who were out there on the sidelines were going to the tunnels… that’s when I heard another feminine voice from much closer. “Ohhh my God, this is amazing!” I heard a woman cry out as the guard’s knee bounced off my balls for the twelth time. “Hah! Hahahaahhaha!” “Good God, is that a Ken doll she’s beating up?!” another piped up. “Wh-where’s his dick?! Hahaha, what the fuck?!” The guard opted to throw me onto the ground, at the feet of the women who were catcalling me. I looked up to get a glimpse up the skirts of a squad of cheerleaders, six of them in total. Of course they were fantastically built and in the skimpiest cheerleader outfits I’d ever seen. And they all stared at me with mixes of disgust and amusement. “I’ve never seen a bigger loser up close, holy shit...” one remarked, shaking her head. “What the hell are you thinking?!” one asked, mortified. “I mean streaking in general is ridiculous, but with a body like THAT? Are you high?” “Uggh, this guy reminds me of my ex… flaky jackass.” another added with a harrumph. ”His DICK reminds me of MY ex!” a fifth chuckled. “Sex with him was the worst ten seconds of my life, lemme tell ya...” “What dick?!” the hysterical one exclaimed, still uproariously laughing over my lacking manhood. “Seriously, where the fuck is it?! I’m freaking out over here!” Only one stayed quiet, just staring at me stoically… she happened to be the one nearest to me, and I got a really close look at how toned and powerful her bare legs were. Groaning with pain, I forced myself up to my feet, hands squarely on my nuts as I enduring the pointing and giggling. “P-Please… I just want to get out of here...” I groaned. “Can you t-talk to the guard…? Maybe you can get her to-” Suddenly, the quiet one let loose a high kick, aimed right for my face. I yelped and jolted back, raising my hands in a vain attempt to block it, only to see her boot stop just short of blasting me. I was confused as she swiftly planted that foot back on that ground… and proceeded to step forward and let loose a destructive kick, her instep obliterating my genitals. I didn’t expect this at all, the power lifted me off my feet, and I howled all the air from my lungs as I collapsed to my knees. “Whoa, holy shit, Stephanie!” one of them yelled as the others laughed uncontrollably. “Nice one, kiddo!” the guard called out. “Helluva form you’ve got!” “Wait… it’s okay that she did that?” one of the girls asked. “She’s not gonna like, be in trouble for that?” “Nah, not as far as I’m concerned.” the guard spoke up. I was horrified to hear this. “In fact, I think it’d be fun if you all got a shot in.” “Are you serious?! Oooh me first, me first!” the hyperactive one eagerly declared, hopping up and down vigorously enough to cause her tits to jiggle vehemently beneath her tight-fitting uniform. As the guard grabbed me under my arms and forced me to my feet, holding me in a full nelson to prevent any protection, I tried to yell out my protests, but I’d momentarily lost my voice from shouting so loudly in anguish. Even if I could say anything, it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to listen. The volunteer stepped up, and I noticed she was still holding her pom-poms. She placed her foot gingerly under my nuts, lining herself up so that she was exactly at leg’s distance from me, and God did she have long legs. Putting her foot down, she put her hands to her hips for a moment, a mocking smile on her face. “Ready? Okay!” she declared, as though beginning a choreographed cheer. She put her pom-poms in front of herself, shaking them violently. “I… loooooove… FOOTBALL!” With that, she delivered an absolutely unbelievable kick, the toe of her sneakers crash landing hard against my tiny balls. --- I had recalled it before I saw it, but it was still as surreal to me then as it was originally. Six cheerleaders taking turns kicking and kneeing me in the balls as I was restrained and helpless… the whole thing seemed like it was from some sort of garbage fanfic. But it was my life, playing out before me. My nuts were at a dull ache as long as I didn’t move, but with every malicious shot I watched myself take… I had a violent pang in my head, a ruthless reminder of how every individual blow felt, and it was so vivid that I swore I could feel it again in my battered testicles... “Man, I’ll never understand how they filmed this so well… I think this might actually be from a lot of different fancams, just spliced together.” Taylor speculated. “They did a really good job though, it’s seamless! And you get to see everything… except for what’s under that little dot, teehee~” I was stunned silent. I heard the halftime show commence off-screen; at the time I didn’t notice, overshadowed by my deafening screams. And it seemed as though the audience didn’t really take note of it either, sadly much too invested in watching me get castrated in front of about 70,000 people. The cheerful, casual attack on my balls persisted for several minutes, set quite hideously to upbeat pop music… until eventually the singing abruptly stopped. --- “What the fuck are you doing over here?!” a woman screamed out. In spite of her rage her voice undeniably sexy with such an exotic accent… I knew it well. The cheerleaders dispersed, though the guard continued to hold me up so I could watch her approach. Just to truly cap off the surreality of this whole night, Kyra Vow herself was storming over, her eyes burning with hatred for me. She was… breathtaking to look at. I’d never seen her dressed in less… Her skin such a mystifying tan, contrasting with her pure white hair that was long enough to elegantly frame her immaculate chest. She wore a 42-I bra… don’t ask why I know, but that’s her cup size. Atleast it is when she’s wearing a bra, but on this night there was none of that. Her white lacey top was basically half a tanktop, one strap covering her left tit, while her right was entirely bared save for what looked like a jeweled brooch pasted over her nipple. Both bounced madly with her every step… her legs were the thing of beauty, their form exemplified by the tight straps that bound the otherwise bared legs, leading up to the remarkably thin, glorified panties that covered her womanhood. She feared the cold even less than my girlfriend… it did seem to take some effort to walk over however, unsurprising given her incredibly lengthy high heels, which certainly weren’t meant for walking on field turf. “Oh, Kyra… what are you doing down here?” the guard asked. “Are we messing up your show?” “Hell yes you are! I put so much effort into preparing this performance, and this little bastard ruins it with his tiny cock!” she hissed as she pointed right at me. For someone I was such a big fan of to say this really stung. “S-Sorry...” I wheezed. “Oh you WILL be, motherfucker...” she hissed, before rearing back and delivering a vile kick to my nethers, the sharp toe of her shoe stabbing brutally into my testicles. Somehow this outdid every shot thus far, she kicked me like she was made in a lab with the pure intention of castrating a man. The guard finally released me, letting me fall to the ground. I writhed and wept in agony, holding myself as my entire body converged in pain around my wounded nuts. Between sobs, Kyra knelt down next to me and declared, “I’m not done with you...” as she rolled me over onto my back. “Someone get his hands!” A few of the cheerleaders came over and knelt down next to me, smiling carefree as could be as they not only grabbed my arms but did the same with my legs, leaving me entirely spread eagled as Kyra stood over me. “This is what happens when you fuck with me.” she yelled as she reared her deadly foot up as high off the ground as could be, before stomping down with utter malice, putting the whole force of it down onto my right nut. I recall a brutal crunch… and then little else. The pain finally overwhelmed my senses… but I’m willing to bet the rupture happened right before I blacked out. --- The rest, I had to find out from the video that my utter monster of a nurse refused to stop making me watch. Even after I lost consciousness, the beating hadn’t ended. The eight women continued to stomp, punch, kick, and even send the occasional kneedrop onto my prone body, attacking me everywhere, but of course never once letting up on my crotch. This is where the majority of the bruises came from. Just for the hell of it, the guard at one point took out a nightstick and slammed it into my midsection… which has to be where the cracked rib originated from. “H-How long did they let this go on…?” I asked, bewildered. “Shhhshhshhshhh, shut the fuck up! Here comes the best part!” Taylor excitedly squirmed, absentmindedly flinging her hand in my general direction… and smacking my crotchcast in the process, giving me a delirious bolt of anguish as I was forced to watch one of the most bizarre scenes I’d ever seen unfold before me. The cheerleaders came up with a ruthless idea for a grand finale. They would form the classic pyramid… with one girl standing on my nuts. Three girls stood side-by-side, taking two up on their shoulders, and with a grand flourish, the sixth made her way up atop those two. The most eager of the group was at the tip, shaking her pom-poms and her chest with excitement… I consider myself I wasn’t conscious to feel this, as this meant the rough combined weight of four girls were bearing down on my crotch! No wonder I had a shattered pelvis… how either of my nuts survived was a miracle. As if that wasn’t enough, the two girls standing on either side at the bottom of the pyramid tried their best to focus all the weight onto the center, IE on my nuts… and they even reached their nearest feet over to push their plant legs atop the shoes of the middle girl. That meant for a brief instant, all six of them were basically standing on my nuts. But this didn’t make for the most stable of pyramids, and it quickly fell apart. The girls all tripped, and the one at the top had quite a long drop… which ended with her colliding assfirst on my groin. Undoubtedly, any hope of my right testicle being saved died right there under her shapely backside. And they all just laughed about it as they helped her up. There wasn’t an ounce of empathy for what they were doing to me… I never knew such heartless women existed, and yet there I was, my world destroyed by eight of them. “Ahhh… my only regret is that the video has to end.” Taylor sighed. Make that nine... Taylor stood and stretched with a little yawn. “Anyway I’m out. Mmm, by the way, if you have a lawyer, definitely, definitely call them… or don’t, it really won’t help you.” “Wh-what…?” I uttered. “What, like you didn’t think that was illegal? Just ‘cause you got your shit stomped doesn’t mean the law considers it your punishment.” she snidely replied. “We’re just keeping you here until you’re good to go to a court hearing. And considering the whole damn world has seen the definitive evidence, uh… yeah, have a fun few months in county prison, pal.” With that, she walked off, her hips sashaying as she went, leaving me to stew in yet another layer of misery. All this, and I was going to jail anyway…? I slapped my hands to my forehead, my ears ringing and the fog of headache returning… it seemed like the room was spinning. How could this happen to me…? I make one stupid move and my entire life is turned upside down… was there no mercy? No light at the end of the tunnel for me…? After quite some time of being lost in my own head, I heard a knock at the door. That confused me a bit, but I croaked, “C-Come in...” My voice was weak. My body was weaker. But my spirit was the weakest… it’d been absolutely demolished. I desperately needed something to pick it up. Right on cue, she opened the door… Maryse stepped in. She had never looked more beautiful to me… as always she wore a pencil-thin skirt, and the tightest top I’d ever seen her in. She stared glumly at me. “...Wow, so this is how you ended up, huh…?” she asked. “M-Maryse… oh God, Maryse, I needed to see you so badly...” I moaned, struggling to raise my arms. “C-Come over here… please, just let me hold you...” “Hooo… I feel like a real monster right now...” she sighed. “This is not gonna be easy to say...” “It’s… not your fault. I did something stupid and now I’m paying for it.” I replied. “You don’t have to apologize.” “Oh no, I wasn’t going to apologize.” she was quick to respond. “Actually, I’m here to uh… boy, this is awkward… I’m here break up with you.” The heart monitor was the only noise in the room for the next few seconds. I was at a complete loss for words. Maryse broke the silence with a sigh of relief. “Whew, that was actually a lot easier to get out than I thought it’d be!” “Wha… you’re… breaking up with me?” I stammered. “Yeeeeaaaah… don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but… well, this has kinda been the most humiliating experience of my life.” she curtly explained. “I mean, my boyfriend is internet famous for having a super little penis and getting beaten up by a buncha girls. It’s gonna be a tough thing to live down, yannow?” “You think it’s tough for YOU?!” I retorted with a voice crack. “I’m the one that went through it! And I only did it because you asked!” “Yeah, I know, but in my defense I thought for sure you actually had a cock.” she shrugged. “If I’d known, I’d have just dumped you on the spot… I sure as hell would’ve never told you to show it to anybody. But hey, hindsight’s 20/20 and whatnot.” “H-Hold on… you… you promised...” I began, choking up from barely contained crying. “You promised we’d… we’d have sex if I did this...” She scratched back of her head. “Sssss, yeeeeaaaah I guess I did, but the thing is… I mean, again, no cock.” she casually noted, pointing at my lacking pecker. “Like, how was that ever going to be a thing in the first place? How am I supposed to fuck a man with no dick? Honestly, you should’ve corrected me when I brought that up. If you just told me you had no dick, none of this would’ve ever happened.” Finally my heartbreak turned to rage. Despite the blinding pain, I got myself out of the stirrups, groaning and howling in anguish, tears falling down my cheeks as I slowly turned and forced myself to stand. “Hey… come on, don’t hurt yourself...” she stated in a monotone, putting forth the bare minimum levels of concern. “L-L-Listen here...” I shuddered. “I’m like this right now because of you, I did THIS to myself because of you. The least… you could do… is u-u-uphold that promise…” “Ugggh, buddy, don’t do this...” she groaned. She had to gall to look at me like she was creeped out, like I was making HER uncomfortable… “Maryse… for the love of God, make good on your word.” I hissed, slowly marching towards her. “I’m warning you… don’t make this any worse than it already is.” she threatened. But I was seeing far too much red at that point. “Fuck me!” I yelled. “Before I go to goddamn prison because of you, I demand that you fuck me!” Slowly I reached out towards her. But I was so sluggish… my body was so wracked with pain and exhaustion that I could barely move, let alone pose a physical threat to anyone. She could’ve done whatever she wanted to get out of that situation. And by that point, what she chose shouldn’t have surprised me… I was so slow, she had the time to rear her bared leg back as far as it could go, and only then did I notice she finally wore the pointed toe heels I bought her, trying to mimic Kyra’s style. I saw it coming and couldn’t even begin to react in time to do anything about it. And in that moment, I found myself lamenting the fact that they gave me a soft cast. A harder one might’ve acted as a cup… One last flash of pink upskirt was my final reprieve before her powerful leg launched forward to give me a matching set of busted nuts.

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Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. V

All credit to Sean D.

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Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. IV

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Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. III

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Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. II

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"Sure" they replied. "Do you get wet when you rack a guy?" Beth replied without hesitation. "Oh absolutely." Kelly had been too caught up with all the different feelings coursing through her body to really think about it. But there was no doubt she felt a heavenly feeling of elation. "Yeah, I suppose it does turn me on," she said, as much to herself as to the others. The girls approached the next station, which was inside the campus clinic. This one was managed by Dr. Carla, a medical doctor who taught courses at the campus and ran its clinic. "Cool," said Beth, looking around at all the technology. For her part, Sarah noticed that all the boys were completely naked. And they were connected to monitors. The girls sized up all of their packages. Having been turned on from the last station, Sarah wanted to simultaneously ride them hard while also smashing their balls into smithereens. "That one's mine,"'said Kelly, who was thinking something else. She wanted the biggest pair of juicy nuts to torment. "Ladies," she said, ignoring the boys present as Professor Smith had done at the last station. "Welcome to my lab. You are going to assist me in furthering my research. I would not expect any of you to be familiar with my work because until recently taking my position at this college, my work was classified. Suffice to say that I helped our country get the information it needs to keep itself safe from the bad guys - and she stressed the word GUYS. I am a leading expert on the testicles, having conducted hundreds of... experiments. And last, and certainly not unrelated to the other two, I am an expert in the study of pain. She smiled and the girls all giggled along. "So cool," said Beth. "I want her job." Doctor Carla slipped on a white latex glove. Well it was sort of a latex glove but looked different. She explained. "You see that there are these ovals on the finger tips. These are a group of tiny sensors" - each oval was made up of many small dots that were each a small sensor. "When I press my fingers together like this" she pressed them, "this monitor here records the amount of pressure being exerted." She looked over to the boys, who were standing with their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They had straps around their chests holding them to the wall. They each had some cables connected to them and monitors beside each of them. "This is to monitor their pulse, blood pressure, and rate of breathing." She grabbed a camera sitting on a swivel arm and brought it down to the level of one of the boy's testicles. "Aah" he said as he flinched in fear. "Haha, calm down young man, I haven't even touched you - yet." There was now an additional image on the monitor. As plain as day, two orbs. The camera was working like an ultrasound or CT scanner. The girls were all mesmerized to actually be seeing his testicles inside the sac. Doctor Carla slapped on another glove and rubbed her hands together. "Now, a short demonstration." She put her thumb and forefinger from each hand on his dangling gonads. "Now, we start out with some light pressure." "Boy, tell me what you feel." "Uh, err," the boy stuttered. What should he say? She literally had him by the balls. "This is important for my research boy, you should tell me what it feels like." "Well, it is uncomfortable. There's this dull ache in my abdomen." "Do you feel any pain directly on your testicles?" "No." "Ladies, that dull ache is being caused by nerve strands running from his testicles into his abdomen. With a strong enough force applied to their testicles, this is why you may have seen some boys throw up." "Eeeeehhhh!!!!" A high pitched scream pierced the room. The pressure number on the monitor was now red. Doctor Carla was pressing down - HARD. "What about now?" She asked the boy. Her voice as calm and soothing as before. Her face betrayed no emotion. It's as if they were talking about the weather. The boy's eyes were shut tight. He banged his head forward and back. "Gaaahhh!!!" "WORDS boy. Put it into words. If you don't, well, I can always squeeze harder." "No,no,no," the boy managed to say hastily. "Gerrrr...aaaahhh...." he opened and then shut his eyes and was intensely trying to concentrate, desperately trying to prevent any more pain. "Lightning, electricity... gaaahh.... shooting from my balls." "Shooting where?" "My stomach... aaaahhh..." his voice raised an octave. "And my head... I, I can't see straight." "Ooofff" the boy shot out a burst of air as Dr. Carla released his balls from her death grip. He was silent and motionless. No one in the room moved. His face was frozen. His eyes wide with terror and pain as his body absorbed the pain. His face was turning redder the longer he went without air. Finally, there was a loud gasp as he loudly inhaled. "Now ladies, was anyone looking at the monitors?" Beth's hand shot up. She nodded to Beth. "Well, I noticed that his balls started to change shape. It was really cool!" The girls all laughed and Doctor Carla smiled. "Indeed, it is very cool. Well ladies, take your boy and we'll get started." Kelly went straight for the big-balled boy she had spotted earlier. "Hello," she said with an evil grin as she approached him. He looked down meekly. All ladies got into their positions. "Alright, you'll receive a range of instructions, and please follow along. The machines are recording everything and this live test will add to my database." "Instructions will be passed through to the monitor. I find it better when they cannot have any anticipation of what is coming." Kelly's monitor flashed - "Squeeze the left testicle hard for 10 seconds and then release. Commence in 5s...4s..." Kelly readied to move both hands to his left nut. The gloves were fairly thin and she could feel well through them. She could feel the warmth of his large ball, and could even feel his heart beat through his nut with the rhythm of the machine. "START" Kelly quickly switched her grip and brought both thumbs and forefingers to bear on his left nut. She squeezed hard. Her fingers and thumbs digging down into his hefty nutmeat. His hazel eyes seemed to turn a shade greener as his eyes opened wide. He made no sound. It was as if the breath had just been knocked out of him and he couldn't breath. His mouth opened as if to breath, but he couldn't. His face was getting redder by the second. For her part, Beth didn't even notice her boy, who was screaming at the top of his lungs as she brutally compressed his left nut between her thumbs and forefingers. Her concentration was on the monitor. She could see his nut becoming longer and thinner with each passing second. It was so fascinating. Dr. Carla was taking note of the heart rate of Sarah's boy, whose heart monitor was squeeling as his heart raced. She observed the boy and took some more notes. He was gritting his teeth and moaning loud. An alarm beeped signalling the girls to stop. Kelly reluctantly pulled her fingers from deep inside his nut. After she let go, Beth watched the monitor with fascination. His orb, which had become more elongated, slowly regained a more circular shape. Although she could see it becoming a darker shade on the monitor. Looking at his sac, she could also see it was becoming purple. "What's happening?" She asked. Dr. Carla approached. "The trauma just inflicted is causing minor blood pooling and you should start to see swelling..." Sure enough, his ball was growing in size on the monitor. "Cool!" Beth said again. "I love science experiments." Dr. Carla chuckled. The already big ball of Kelly's boy was also getting even bigger, to her satisfaction. "The intent of this first test was to go from a resting point to extreme pressure quickly. I will be fascinated to review their vital signs later and see how quickly their bodies reacted to the introduction of immediate and severe pain. "Now please look to your screens for some follow up questions." The first were for the girls to answer. The questions pertained to the boys' reactions, their facial expressions, noises, etc. They reviewed standard responses in a drop down list and could choose one that fit or they could add in their own response if they wanted. "Let's see, did your voice go up one octave or two?" Sarah asked her boy and giggled. "You have a beautiful singing voice when your nuts are in a vice. "What is it they used to do to get good male singers? Cut off their nuts? You should think about it, you could really go places." He looked at her with an expression of fear and horror, as if she were about to pull out a knife from behind her. "Ahaha ha," she laughed. "You're cute when your scared." She looked him up and down. He was tall, dark hair and brown eyes. And with a nicely sculpted body. Her heart began to beat a bit faster. She brought her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Don't worry. WHEN I castrate you, it won't be with a knife. I am more partial to stilettos." She pulled her face back and they locked eyes. She winked. Next the girls asked questions to the boys to try to understand the level and type of pain they had experienced. Again, there were options to choose from on the drop down menu. They also had to rate the degree of pain. They all rated it a 10 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most painful. That made Kelly happy. "Well let's see what's next my boy. You never know, you may surprise yourself and feel even more pain next time." The next message popped up on their screens. The next test was a slow and steady increase of pressure. They should roll the balls around in their fingers as they do it. They should do green pressure for 30 seconds, then yellow for two minutes. The girls would ask them questions as they went and their answers would be recorded. They began. The green eyes of Kelly's boy were staring ahead with great concentration. He was trying to steel himself for the next round of torture. Kelly liked the grip that the gloves gave her. Like latex gloves, they stopped any slippage and allowed for a firmer grip. She painfully massaged his big balls, with his left one having swollen to now be even larger. Even at green pressure, he was wincing as she squeezed and rolled around his swollen ball. Beth watch the small dents that her rolling created in the balls' outer layer of her boy. "Do you feel anything?" She asked. "My balls are more sensitive now," he replied. "So it hurts a bit." Beth was a bit disappointed. Sarah loved rolling her boy's nuts around in her fingers. She eyed him seductively. What would she do next, he thought? Beyond hope, he wondered if maybe the next test would be a blow job. He imagined her mouth running up and down his cock. He started to get hard. "Naughty boy," Sarah laughed and stroked him a couple of times, encouraging him to get bigger. His body shuddered as she tightened her grip to yellow pressure. The pleasant massaging he felt before was now incredibly uncomfortable. He started breathing hard, trying to catch his breath between muscle spasms as his body tightened each time she would shift finger position and press down on a new area of his balls. His hard cock started to soften. "If you had to compare this pain to a throbbing headache, would this be worse or better?" Kelly asked her boy. "This is worse!" He shrieked. That made her feel all warm inside. "Does it feel like someone is sitting on your stomach?" She asked the next question. "It feels like someone is twisting my balls!" He shrieked again. She gave a good twist in response to his attitude. "It feels like someone has their hand IN my stomach and is playing paddy cake with my intestines!" He replied. Beth could see that with the pressure she was giving now, the outer layer of his balls were compressing in a significant amount. And they were getting darker as more blood pooled. She wondered if she were permanently damaging his balls. And that made her wet. For his part, he went from screaming and was now crying uncontrollably. Now came the final test. "You bitch," Kelly murmured under her breath in a light hearted way as she saw the next set of instructions. "What a tease." The instructions were that the girls should try to flatten the boys' balls to the breaking point - without breaking them. The school couldn't have all of their boys nutted in the first week. It would defeat the purpose behind the school. START Kelly nearly had to cover her ears as the screams erupted around her. She squeezed hard into his swollen nuts. His nutmeat shot outward as she pressed down on the centre of his big balls. Then she decided to switch grips, holding them around the sides, cupping them, and then squeezing her hands into fists. "Mmaaahhh!!!" He screamed so loud. "No, no - STOP!" He yelled. She loved the feeling of his nutmeat being compressed into an ever smaller space. She could see them getting smaller on the monitor. The pressure he must have felt was enormous. Beth had tried a different approach. She placed his nuts on her left palm and then placed her right palm on top and then pushed down hard. Her boy kept opening his mouth, as if to say something or maybe to catch his breath, she couldn't tell. He just kept trying but he couldn't breath or speak. She was so excited to see his nuts flatten out like pancakes on the monitor. They were nearly black on the monitor now. "Like juicy plums about to burst!" She said with excitement. Sarah squeezed her boy's balls between her thumbs and fingers. The gloves gave her such a firm grip. Balls that would normally slip one way or the other stayed perfectly in place under her latex grip. It was such a satisfying feeling to have his balls right where she wanted them. Her thumbs and fingers could nearly meet now. She pressed her body against his and could feel his writhing muscles, his pain racked body convulsing. "This makes me so hot," she whispered. She soaked in their close bodily connection. Her pleasure and his pain. She moved her mouth to his other ear. "I'm going to pop your balls now." Then she moved her face back and locked their eyes. Sheer terror was all over his face. "Please, please, pleeeeaaassee! No!" Sarah felt so close. Any second and his balls would explode. A cold voice spoke from behind. "Don't you dare young lady. You rupture his balls and you won't be so much as tapping a nutsack for weeks." It was Dr. Carla. Sarah weighed her options for a moment and then slowly loosened her grip. But only a little. "Next time. I don't have my stilettos here." She winked at him. The timer sounded. The experiment was over. For the time being...

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Breaker Campus - Frosh Week, Pt. I

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Breaker Campus - Orientation Session

An epic story in six parts by Sean D. Posted originally at KITG.

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To the person who inquired about the Dragon Ball story - Your message was too kind to ignore, but also too kind to post except at the expense of my humility. To answer your question, I’m afraid I’ve never seen Dragon Ball or any of its successor shows, so I doubt I could base a piece of BB fiction on it. Hopefully someone out there can provide!

hey can you write another part of club fight?it was awesome

Club Fight was the work of Erica Wang and my good friend Preun. I don’t think they ever intended a sequel, so I’d be reluctant to attempt one. I have a few stories in the pipeline that I think you will like, however. Thanks for reading

Rather than gum up everyone’s feeds with individual replies, I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who’ve messaged me recently. Kind words indeed.

Odd question, but do you find your politics (like your views on gender relations) are in no way influenced by your fetish?. Like would you say that feminism is basically fine, and NWO (matriarchical world domination) stories are hot but also sci-fi. Also kudos on the tor profile pic, love me some ed wood.

Great question. I think it’s pretty clear that, in my case at least, the crux of the BB fetish is the inversion of conventional power dynamics between women and men. Incidentally, that’s probably why NWO stories aren’t really my thing - in a world where women dominate men socially as a matter of course, ballbusting kind of loses its symbolic relevance. As for feminism, I never thought of it as a political stance, even if it has been heavily politicized. Are my beliefs influenced by my fetish? I think not, but who can say? If it were true of me it would probably be true of a lot of people. Which might actually explain a lot.

Ballbusters Anonymous, Pt. II

Continued from Pt. I, for which all credit to squishednuts. Pt. II is mine.

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