I draw hentai featuring ballbusting, female muscle, futanari/traps, and other stuff. I sometimes do requests. If you have a request, send me a message! <3
So Iâve been busy, my living situation got thrown in the air and thatâs why I havenât posted anything for like a month. I will be back, one of my new years resolutions will be to post more frequently, even if itâs just sketches or something. That being said, tumblr is shit now, I doubt this blog will exist for much longer.
If anyone wants to continue following my stuff, I linked a Discord below. Thereâs nothing on it currently but if people join it Iâll post to it. Iâm also looking into Newgrounds and Pornhub. Weâll see.Â
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Thank you to everyone who followed and supported my artwork. It really means the world to me.Â
Burn in hell tumblr. You chose profits over your user base.Â
That awkward moment when your elderly conservative Christian aunt on Facebook is sharing porn because she thinks it's political cartoons. XD I'm so tempted to tell her but then I'd be outing myself.
It would be awesome if you would illustrate what you imagine for a scenario where you eat a guys balls - so much is done from the perspective of someone who wants it done to them rather than from that of the doer. Similarly, what are your thoughts on eating a guys cock?
I donât really fantasize about doing it myself. More watching it happen to others.
A perspective shot from a girl eating some guyâs junk does sound interesting though. Iâll consider it.
From on top my stage I sat, performing for their pleasure. Around me was a crowd of mostly guys, many relaxing on the furniture stroking their meat at me. The other performing girls had crowded stages as well, but I always got a specific kind of audience; the kind that enjoyed girls like me. Through my mesh lingerie I stroked my youthful tits and the bulge in my panties. I enjoyed their attention as much as they enjoyed watching me jerk off over them, it was a win/win situation. If it were just this, it wouldâve been easy money, but there were usually some troublemakers in the crowd.
Guided by an attendant, a man approached my stage and stepped up with me. The attendant gestured at me with her hand; fifteen minutes. I had to do whatever he wanted for fifteen minutes. It was one of the shorter time slots available, but that just meant whatever he wanted to do was probably that more intense.
He wasnât the first guy to buy my time this evening. The first one had fucked my mouth, and kept his cock down my throat so long I nearly blacked out. The next had fucked my bottom, and when he discovered I have a reflex to clench my ass when slapped, he went to town spanking me. Another guy didnât fuck me at all, he just slapped my tits around. I was red all over and already sore. It was a rough job, and this guy would likely be no more gentle. As he lowered to his knees in front of my spread legs, I fluttered my eyelashes, hiding my worry.
âHey there, whatâs your pleasure?â I asked. He gave me a cocky smirk, as most guys did when they knew their power over me. I then felt his thick, heavy hand invade between my thighs, cupping my panty covered bulge. I gave a sharp inhale through my nose at his grope, and grabbed his wrist as he pushed into my crotch so hard with his hand that I had slid away from him slightly. He was strong.
âSexy little package you have here.â He said, rubbing his palm into my crotch as he spoke. I panted back at him. I was still suspicious, but it obviously felt so much better than everything else I had been through that evening.
âWhat would you like to do with it?â I asked seductively. He then gathered my sac up in a fist, pushing both balls out and exposed. By the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late.
âThis!â THWACK! He slapped my balls with his other hand. I yelped in pain and my thighs clenched shut around his hand. This prevented more slapping, but my balls were still trapped in his coarse hand. Catching them in his palm, he began squeezing them, causing me to squirm in protest. âWeâre going to play a⊠game.â He said, squeezing my balls with emphasis. I groaned through my lips and reflexively pulled away, but his grip didnât budge and I only made his squeezing worse. âA test of willpower, endurance, andâŠâ he clenched his fist over my balls, and I cried out, â...pain tolerance.â
âW...whâŠâ I tried to ask, but I had trouble speaking. âwhat is the⊠game⊠si-â He clenched again, cutting me off. âMmmrrhh!â I growled, trying to endure. I could feel sweat across my forward from how much pain I was already in.
âA simple game of chance. I paid for 15 minutes of your time, 15 minutes to bust your little berries.â He said, still clenching my balls in his grip. I was already panting. âBut Iâm giving you an out. We play rock paper scissors, loser gets their balls kicked, and the winner is whoever remains standing the longest. Winner gets their balls sucked and soothed by the loser. And, in your case, if you give up or lose before the 15 minutes are up, Iâll spend the rest of my time stomping these little nuts of yours flat.â He rolled his fingers around my balls, still clenching tightly.
âTha...thatâs not fair! You have a head start, youâre already c-crushing my b-EEEEGH!â I squealed as his grip tightens so much I feared my balls might pop. âAh! Ah! S..stâŠâ I could barely choke out sounds as he crushed them.
âYou forfeited the right to say no, little girl, but we canât begin till you say âyes master.â The longer you put this off, the worse condition youâll be in.â He explained threateningly, all the while squeezing me. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I realized thereâs no way out of this pain.
âY-yes master.â
He finally released my balls, allowing me to unclench my thighs. Without ceremony he ripped my panties off, exposing my tight little balls and stiff cock. They were already red from his slapping and squeezing. He tore off my bra as well, showing the crowd my perky tits. After he scooted off the stage, he leaned over me and grabbed my nipples. I grabbed his wrists as I cringed, and I let out a hiss when he pulled them, lifting me up to a sitting position. I glared at him angrily.
âThis requires us to both be standing.â He grinned, pulling me off the stage by my nipples. I cried out and stumbled off the side, only landing one foot before tripping face first into his belly. He still held my tits apart as my chest pressed into his cock. âCome on, stand up, girl.â He ordered, pulling up on my nipples to force me to stand up straight.
âS-sorry sir!â I whimpered. This was so unfair. He was way bigger than me, taller, more muscular. His balls were bigger than mine, but at least theyâd make a good target. I was no stranger to crushing a nut or two, either by request or in defense. The crowd circled around us like a fight club, masturbating cocks mere inches away. Â
âReady then?â He asked, and I nodded with a grimace on my face. âOne, two, THREE!â He counted, and threw out rock. I threw out paper, and a wave of relief flowed over me. I grinned up at his face, but he grinned down at me as well. Of course, he wanted this, he wasnât in pain⊠yet.
WHACK! I launched my knee into his crotch. The muscle of my thigh crushed his left ball directly, and part of his right ball. He groaned and twitched, but remained standing. My heart sunk; heâs use to this kind of thing.
âAgain. One, two, THREE!â He threw rock again, and I threw scissors.
âNo way, who does rock twi-â WHACK! He interrupted me with his own knee to my groin. My vision went blurry for a second, and when it returned I was falling forward into him again. I groaned in agony, only to have it doubled when he pinched my nipples.
âStand up, girl. Am I going to have hold you up by your tits?â He said, pulling me to my feet again as I cry. Tears brimmed over my eyes as I shook my head, unable to even speak. My balls ached so badly, and my tits were getting sore. My knees trembled as I stood before him, cupping my groin with both hands. âReady? Weâre only two rounds into this.â He asked and I nodded violently. âOne, two, THREE!â
âAhâŠâ I blurted out. I threw out scissors again, and he threw out scissors as well. I looked up at him in nervous expectation. âS-sir?
âHmm⊠I didnât think this through.â He admitted. I trembled in fear. âThatâs technically two losses.â
âNO!â I shouted. âNo, itâs not! No one won or lost, itâs a dra-Aagh!â I squealed as he grabbed my left nipple again, pinching and twisting it.
âShut up, Iâm thinking.â He ordered. Still he twisted and pulled my sensitive nipple as I quietly squirm before him. I felt something wet and warm land on my right thigh, and glanced over to see a man in the crowd finishing an orgasm. There were little cum puddles all over the floor. My attention was brought back to my partner by a particularly strong twist. âYouâre right, a draw is a draw.â He said, and I was somewhat relieved, though he continued pinching my nipple.
âTh-thank you sir.â I whimpered.
âRight, back to business. Ready?â He asked, still pinching my nipple. I nodded nervously. âOne, two, three!â He threw down rock again. I couldnât help but flee a step back; I chose scissors.
âAh...IâŠâ I blurted out some kind of protest, âUhmâŠâ I tried to think of some way to stop him as I backed away. With sudden force, he jerked me by the nipple into his knee. Blinding pain shot through me as both my berries squashed against his knee cap. My legs gave out completely. I groaned, and as I fell, I wrap my arms around him. My arms trembled as my legs tried to regain strength. He grabbed my other nipple and held me up again.
âYouâre not doing so well, girl. Is this too much for you?â He said, jerking my tits back and forth to shake my body as I sobbed. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my balls  throbbed. âI wouldnât mind getting my nuts sucked by this gorgeous mouth of yours. You can give up, though I imagine stomping will hurt even worse than a quick knee.â
âAnnnnggghhhâŠâ I groaned at him. I rubbed my face into his abs, wiping my tears into his belly hair. Just beneath my trembling lips, his cock stood stiff and hard with precum leaking out. The choking blowjob from before didnât seem so bad now.
âTimes up, girl.â He jerked my tits again. âIf you donât stand on your own right now, you forfeit.â He declared, and I pushed off him. My legs trembled, and I panted in agony. Gently I soothed my genitals, hoping to buy a little more relief from the pain. âReady?â He asked, and I feebly stood up straight. âOne, two, THREE!â He threw down paper. I threw down paper. âDamnit. Again.â My heart was racing. âOne, two, THREE!â He threw down paper again. I chose scissors. âHa!â He blurted out, standing up straight and splayed, ready for my attack. Still shaking, I gathered my strength. I had to make this count. I pulled back my leg, took aim, and with all my force I sent my knee into his balls! But as I did, a cum puddle on the ground caused me to slip an inch, and my knee only clipped his right ball. He grunted, but showed no other sign of the attack. My heart sunk, and he looked disappointed. âYouâre really not good at this, are you?â
âF-fuck you! Iâm in agony!â My voice squeaked as I blurted out, hugging my body defensively.
âOh? Then give up. If youâre not gonna kick these balls you should at least suckâem.â He said, patting his scrotum.
âWhy⊠youâŠ! â The pain turned to anger, anger turned to intent. I grabbed his shoulders and jumped, launching my knee into his crotch. I felt both his balls squash against pelvis.
âOOF!â He coughed out, his knees clamped together, and he doubled over. A guy next to me rocketed cum across the battlefield, some of it hitting my sore tits. I fixated a death gaze on him.
âOh you liked that?â I asked in a sultry voice. As he stared at me with absent-minded, post orgasm confusion, I grabbed his slimy cock. In one swift motion I jerked him towards me and buried my knee his nuts. The left one completely flattened in his sac, he coughed loudly in pain, and then crumpled to the cum covered floor. Immediately several more guys came, I felt it landing on my ass and down my thighs. I still shook in pain as I sighed; there was too many for me to bust them all. âFuckâŠâ I sighed as I rub my injured balls.
âThat was better.â Said my temporary owner, still standing but with a slight quiver in his knees. âBut weâre not done.â He grabbed my nipples again and pulled me back to center. I cringed and pushed off him, getting ready for the next round. âOne, two, THREE!â He threw down rock, I threw scissors. WHACK! I cried out as I feel my berries squish in their sac from his immediate knee. Before I could even double over he had my left tit in his right hand. âAgain! One, two, THREE!â Rock again. WHACK! Another nut crushing kick, and I felt tears of pain streaming down my face again. My legs gave out completely, and I held onto his wrist on my tit for support. âAgain! One, two, THREE!â WHACK! I cried out in agony as he kneed my balls flat. I didnât even see what happened that time. The pain was overwhelming, I couldnât stand, I could barely grip his wrist. âAgaiâŠâ I heard him counting, but I was blacking out from the pain. My entire body jolted and I felt my scrotum flatten. I lost my grip and began falling. Desperately I reached out for anything to save me. âARRRGGGHH!!!!â My attention was brought back by the sound of a scream. Against him I was leaning, both my hands clutching his nuts. I was hanging off them for support, squeezing for dear life as he howled in agony and struggled to stay standing. I sniffed my tears away, gathering my feet beneath me.
âAgain!â I shouted. I didnât even count though. With his balls in my grip, I began throwing rapid knees into them. âAgain!â WHACK! âAgain! âWHACK! I kneed him over and over again, each strike provoking another yelp of pain. He was bigger than me, he was stronger than me, but he could take the punishment I endured. After only a few strikes, his knees hit the ground. We were both heaving, gasping for air. His balls were purple and bruised; mine arenât much better, and my tits were red and sore as well. I stood over him, massaging my aching tits and balls, my body covered in the loads of cum the crowd kept blowing over me. As he knelt before me, he looked up at me.
âAlright⊠you winâŠâ He smirked through his gasping breaths. My brow furrowed and I grabbed his hair, pulling his face into my balls.
âKiss them you fuck.â I ordered, and he did. I cringed from the feeling of his lips pressing into my throbbing balls; they were still extremely tender. âLick them, you pathetic wimp!â His tongue quivered as it obeyed, soothing each orb gently. âNow suck them, taste what real balls are like, before I ruin yours.â I commanded, lifting my leg, drawing my shin up his balls and cock. I could feel it throbbing, ready to explode. âSuck them or Iâll stomp them flat!â I ordered. He took my balls into his mouth, gently sucking and soothing their agony. I shuddered in pain and pleasure, still rubbing my aching tits, feeling another in the crowd blowing their load on me every now and then, before it all overtook me. âAh⊠AHHâŠ.â I cried out as I began ejaculating all over the manâs face while he sucked my balls and I stomped his. My grip on his hair tightened when he tried to pull away, partially because of how much it fucking hurt to cum. I made him take it all, painting his entire face with my jizz, before I slowly pulled my berries from his mouth. He looked up at me, wearing a mask of my cum, as I stroked his hair with my nails. âWhat do we sayâŠ?â I asked, as I curled my leg up.
âThank you, maâa-â WHACK! I kicked him as hard I could in his nards. âNGGGH!!!â He groaned in his throat as roped of thick cum flew up all over my legs. I held my attack, grinding my foot into his balls until he stopped cumming. He quivered and shook in agony and ecstasy, starring up at me through the crevice of my cum-soaked tits in absolute vulnerability and helplessness. Slowly I drew my cum-covered leg up his torso before planting my foot on his face.
âI prefer Miss, you pathetic piece of shit.â I spat before kicking him away. He fell to the ground with a stupid grin with my cum covering his face, his cock still twitching and his purple balls there for all to see. I cupped my own berries and limp back to the stage.
Do you enjoy castration? If you could do it irl how would you do it
If it were possible, I would love to pop a guy's nuts into goo and just squish it around like a stress toy. Not really into cutting or other bladed forms of castration though. Biting a guy's nuts off and consuming them is hot, but only in a fantasy context.
An ageplay story I wrote awhile back. I had it posted elsewhere but have since stopped using that site, so now itâs here because I donât know where else to put it.Â
I stepped off the bus and immediately shielded myself from the rain. The apartment was only a few blocks away, but I would be soaked by the time I got there. That wasnât really on my mind, though. I had slipped up. Though I studied hard, I neglected part of my reading that I thought I knew, and as a result my test score was less than perfect. What would daddy think?
The dark sidewalks were scary at this hour, an unfortunate part of taking night classes. When I got to the apartment building, I wasted no time in taking shelter from the dark, rainy night. I unlocked the front door, and immediately locked it behind me. Daddy wouldnât be home for another hour or so, I had time to prepare myself. I threw off my boots by the door along with my rain jacket and backpack before rushing to my bedroom. I took solace the charmingly cute room. It was the safest place in the world, even daddy wouldnât come in here. Not that I was scared of daddy⊠not much, anyway. I slipped out of my tunic and leggings, even my panties were soaked from the rain. I switched them out, changing into a pink t-shirt with a star pattern and some shorts. Plopping down on my bed, I buried my face in my phone to distract myself.
An hour later I heard the front door open and close. The familiar sounds were usually comforting, prompting me to sprint across the apartment into a smothering hug. This time they made me nervous. I stepped softly down the hall, peaking around the corner at her with one eye.
âHey kiddo.â she called to me, still in the process of removing her own rain gear. Her greeting made my heart throb, and I smiled, but did a terrible job of masking my nervousness.
âHi daddy.â I called back to her, but remained obscured by the doorway. She cocked her head.
âDonât I get a hug? Whatâcha hiding for?â she asked knowingly. My eyes quickly darted down at my backpack by her feet, and she followed my gaze. I was being too suspicious, so I stepped out into the opening.
âUm, n-nothing.â I said, biting my lips. âHow⊠was your day?â She paused momentarily. It wasnât a pause of reluctance, or a pause of confusion. She knew exactly what was going on, and was giving me a chance to come clean. I failed to grasp that chance.
âNot bad.â she answer bluntly. âHow was class? Learn anything fun?â
âN-no.â I shook my head. âUmâŠâ
âHey, come here.â She beckoned me with her finger. My eyes widened as I hesitated, but then began lightly stepping towards her. I stopped about five feet from her, prompting another questioning tilt in her head along with a smirk. âCloser.â she ordered, and I averted my eyes as I moved within reach of her. It was intimidating to be this close to her. She was quite a bit taller than me, and staring down at me as she did put me into submission immediately. I stood there fidgeting, waiting for her to do whatever it is she planned on doing to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand raise, and I tensed up. To my surprise, she reached up to my hair and pulled something out. âYou had a leaf stuck in your hair, kid. How did you not notice?â she asked. The smell of fresh mint in her breath calmed me, and I exhaled a relieved laugh.
âOh, wow, I donât know.â I chuckled nervously. âI guess I was so nervous about the test, that I didnât even feel it.â I explained, but she only smirked.
âTest?â She repeated, and I choked up. âYou had a test today?â
âY-yes.â I answered.
â...is that why you were hiding?â she asked knowingly.
âNo.â
âYou know that hiding it from me means Iâm more likely to punish you.â she explained.
âI⊠I know, daddy. I was nervous.â I said.
âHm. Well, letâs see it.â she ordered, crossing her arms over her chest. I hesitated again before squatting down by my backpack and pulling out the test. The entire time I could feel her gaze on my shoulders like a heavy weight. I stood back up, holding the test paper with both hands, hiding my lower face with it while looking up at her with puppy eyes. Unaffected by my charm, she snapped the paper out of my hands, which both fell to grab and stretch the bottom of my shirt anxiously. âHmmm.â she exaggerated her pondering. âB minus.â she said aloud. I began to fidget and squirm again. I wanted to run and hide in my safe, comfortable room, but I knew moving a foot would only make it worse. âThatâs okay, I guess.â She knew the turmoil this was causing me, and sought to draw it out as long as possible. âCould be better.â she continued.
âIt⊠itâs more than passing.â I blurted out. She glanced down at me, then back to the paper.
âYou did study hard.â she considered. The weight on my heart began to lift as I felt I was getting through to her. âBut with that amount of studying, I expected an A.â Her eyes darted back to mine, and I cowered. âWere you really studying that entire time? Or were you playing?â
âNo! I was studying for real, daddy! I promise!â I pleaded. She set the paper down on a table.
âWell it doesnât matter. I expected better from you, kid.â she said, and my heart sunk. âGo to the couch.â she ordered.
âI⊠but⊠I tried really ha-â My pleading turned into a grimace as I felt her fingers grab my nipple through my shirt.
âYouâre being awfully rebellious today...â she spoke with authority, but then her voice turned lustful â...bad girl.â
âOw....da-â I was cut off again as she stepped to the couch, pulling me by my sensitive nipple. Without a word, she sat on the couch, pulling me in front of her before finally releasing me. She grinned at me mischievously as she patted her lap. I whimpered through closed lips. Her gaze turned into a glare.
âThe more disobedient you are, the worse it will be.â she threatened. I whimpered again before laying belly down in her lap. âThatâs better.â Her voice returned to being lustful. Her hand ran up the back of my thighs, over my bottom and up the small of my back, then back down, caressing my backside. The gentle stroking lit my nerves up, and I squirmed in her lap as I felt tingles of pleasure everywhere she touched. As she stroked over my bottom again, I felt her fingers slide into the rim of my shorts. I gasped as she pulled them down my legs, the cool air and her hands exploring between my thighs with only thin cotton panties to protect me. It felt too good for what this was, and right as my mind clouded over with lust, WHAM! Her hand slapped into my left cheek.
I convulsed in shock, but she didnât wait for me to adjust. Another spank came across my left cheek, then the right again, and back to the left. I felt my soft cheeks jiggling from the force of her swats. Imagining my panty-covered butt stuck up in the air, jiggling as she slapped it and was probably watching with glee; it was all too embarrassing. Worse than that, I felt a funny warmth in between my legs, and something hardening. This was exciting me. I buried my face into the couch in shame, not that I had much leverage to do anything else. And the more she spanked me, the more sensitive I became. Pretty soon each slap was stinging in pain. But I knew not to say anything, that would only mean more swats. So I smooshed my face into the couch, biting down when it became too painful.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough, for now.â she exhaled after about twenty or so spanks. I propped my hands on the couch, but was afraid to move. There was a new threat now. âWhatâs wrong? You want more?â she asked in a coy voice. I shook my head, grinding my face into the couch. âHa!â she laughed, before slapping my butt one more time. âOkay kid,â she began, sliding my shorts back over my hips, âyouâre off the hook.â With that, I quickly climbed to my feet, scooting off her lap. The shame and constant rubbing against the couch had left my face beat red and my bangs a mess, and I couldnât help but cry a little during all of that. I wanted to run to my room again and hide my embarrassment, but before I could even fully stand she grabbed both my hands. âHey,â she looked me directly in my teary eyes, forcing me to pause, âI love you, alright?â Those words pierce my burning skin, nestling into my heart and filling me with comfort. I had so much inner turmoil that I could barely speak.
âY-yes⊠daddyâŠâ I smiled and sniffed. She smiled at me, and I escaped her grasp, turning to seek solace in my bed room.
âWait!â she called out in a stern voice. Oh no, she noticed. âGet back here.â
âHm?â I turned back to her in feigned innocence. Her hand reached out, her fingers expertly finding the head of my dick through my shorts. I gasped from her touch.
âWhat is this? You know youâre not allowed to walk around like this.â She emphasized her words by pinching my dick.
âIâm sorry daddy, I didnât mean toâŠâ I tried to explain, but was interrupted by more squeezing.
âItâs obscene. Youâre just a little girl, you shouldnât be tempting people with things like this.â Every squeeze of her fingers caused my knees to buckle.
âI wasnât trying toâŠâ I tried to plead again, covering my face with my hands.
âNot only is my little girl a lazy student, but sheâs a pervert, too.â she continued berating me as her fingers ran up and down my cock through my shorts.
âIâm not a pervert, daddy, I wasnât trying to tempt anyone.â I shook my head as I whimpered.
âYouâve even got a little wet spot here, you little pervert.â she mused. âIf we had guests over, what would they think? What kind of attention would you be trying to get?â She pondered aloud. I stared at her through my fingers.
âI⊠wouldnâtâŠâ
âOr were you trying to get daddyâs attention?â She grinned.
âNo!â I cried, covering my mouth.
âWhat a bothersome little girl, trying to seduce her daddy.â she mocked. I only whimpered and shook my head. âWell, regardless, I can't have you walking around with this.â she said, squeezing my erection through my shorts again. My knees buckled so much that my hands fell on her knees, and I leaned forward into her. She was shocked by this at first, but quickly regained her composure. I, however, stared wide-eyed and stiff a few inches from her face. âEasy there, kid. Youâre not ready for that.â she said, and I averted my gaze again. âSomeday I might let you top me, but for now just follow my lead.â I nodded quietly.
Her hands, strong but gentle, grasped my hips and directed me to turn away from her, and then down into her lap. Nervous as I was, I didnât know what to do with my hands, and so I bunched them against my chest. She pulled down my shorts, exposing the length of my cock which stuck out of my panties, already drooling pre-cum. One of her hands pressed into my tummy, pulling my into a hug. I felt her breasts press against my back through our clothes as her fingertips toyed with my cock, lightly running up the shaft and head.
âDaddy⊠this is embarrassingâŠâ I whispered. Her hug tightened.
âItâs okay, no one is watching.â she spoke, her fingers sliding under the folds of the head of my cock, causing me to quiver. âRelax, it wonât take long.â
âWhy⊠why canât I do it?â I asked. She snorted.
âNo way, kid. Youâre too young, you might hurt yourself. Just let daddy take care of it.â she said she wrapped her hand around the length, pulling the foreskin up and over the head in steady strokes. As she began jerking me off, waves of pleasure shot up my spine, forcing me to arc my back against her and thrust out my pelvis. âGood girl.â she whispered. Her words infected my body, molding my mind and forcing me to feel things whether I wanted to or not. I was completely powerless in her grasp, and she was right, it wouldnât take long. In my hazy arousal I hadnât noticed the quiet throaty moans escaping my lips. âThatâs it, let it goâŠâ she urged me on, sensing I was close. âCum for me.â She ordered, and I did. The moaning stopped as my body was flooded with warm pleasure, my chest heaving with each breath.
âD-dadd-â I began to moan, when I felt something wet, warm, and sticky slap my face. âMrr!â I yelped, muffled by her hand over my mouth.
âBADâŠGIRL!!â she shouted as she rubbed my cum in my face. I yelped and cried out to her, but she kept smooshing my face. I felt the warm, sticky cum press up my nose, over my eyes and cheeks, over my lips and into my mouth. âNo! More! Tempting! Daddy!â she continued shouting. Once she was sure she had transferred as much of it from her hands to my face as she could, she grabbed my waist and pushed me to my feet. She turned me to face her, and held my waist, knowing I would immediately get vertigo from standing up so quickly after an orgasm. I felt completely humiliated and helpless, my ass bright red and face covered in my own cum, barely able to stand up on my own as she pulled up my shorts. The embarrassment was too much, and my eyes began tearing up again.
âDaddy, youâre so mean!â I cried.
âDid you learn your lesson?â she asked sternly, ignoring my tears.
âY...yes?â Honestly I wasnât sure, but yes felt like the safe answer.
âThatâs why daddy has to be mean sometimes.â she explained. âHonestly, Iâd give you another spanking for being a pervert, but you seem to like it.â she said as a matter of factly.
âIâm not a pervert, daddy!â I groaned in frustration. She laughed.
âItâs hard to take that from a girl covered in her own cum. Go wash up.â she ordered. I grumbled as I turned to the bathroom.
Iâm not usually a writer, but I couldnât sleep last night and yet was too tired to draw, so this happened .-. enjoy
He was already bound to the chair by rope when she entered the cell, wearing only a skin-tight latex suit with a front zipper, a utility belt, and heels. She heard the powered locks slam shut on the door behind her. The doorâs window was bolted shut, and the security cameras disabled; no one was to watch the duties she would perform.
Sitting naked and helpless with his legs spread to the corners of the chair, she could see every inch of his ripped and hairy body. As his attention was drawn to her, his eyebrows raised, and the glint of lust at her feminine curves was followed by a twitch from the thick but flaccid sausage between his legs. He was every bit a specimen as you would expect from an agent. Part of her even regretted having to do this to him, it was a waste of such a magnificent body.
âYouâre here to interrogate me?â He grunted out. She smirked.
âSomething like that.â
â...Youâre here to torture me?â He reframed. She nodded. âIt wonât work, youâre wasting your time.â He grunted again, cocksure.
âWeâll see.â She spoke as a matter of fact.
âWhat then? Whatâs your gimmick? Blades? Drugs? Blackmail?â He asked almost mockingly. She merely grinned and began unzipping her latex suit. He cocked an eyebrow as her ample cleavage poured out of the front zipper. âYouâre going to fuck the information out of me?â He asked in disbelief as she sat down on her shins between his knees with her bosom resting on the chair, brushing ever so slightly against his sac. His cock awoke at this, lifting up from his scrotum to salute her. She gave him a toothy smile, reaching out to stroke one finger down his stiffening cock before poking at his firm plums.
âIâm going to castrate you.â She spoken plainly. He squirmed in his chair at that.
âIs that so?â He regained his composure quickly. As an agent he was trained to ignore intimidation, even in such an extreme case. âIf thatâs your angle, youâll have nothing to leverage against me when itâs over.â He tried to sound confident, but there was a hint of fear in his voice. âSo get it over with already.â He spoke with bravado, and her eyebrows shot up.
âSlow down there, stud. I could just emasculate you and be done with it; I could stomp these nuts into a paste, I could kick them until theyâre bloody and broken, I could even pop them with my bare hands,â She explained, watching him get uncomfortable at her descriptions, âBut youâre right, it wouldnât be torture if I just took your balls and left.â She said, grabbing one of his balls between her thumb and finger. âLetâs take our time.â She gave him a pinch, causing a stiffened inhale through his nose.
âThen itâs just idle threats. Iâve been tortured before, girl, youâre going to have to do worse thanâŠâ His speech was caught off by a much harder pinch, crushing his left nut. As his thigh muscles corded up from the pain, her smile vanished.
âNo threats. In fact, Iâll make you a promise. When Iâm through with you, youâll beg me to pop these things. It will be mercy.â She explained, not letting up on his nut. He gritted and bared it, but couldnât speak with his former bravado. âNo come back? We havenât even started. Youâre not emasculated already, are you?â She mocked, and he tried to calm his mind to come back at her with something, anything. âI can be merciful, let me show you.â She said, releasing his nut. His thighs relaxed as he took a deep breath. He boiled in frustration at his lack of composure, she had broken him so fast. But his grimace was softened when he felt those torturing fingers wrap gently around his cock. Despite the aching in his nut, his dick had only gotten harder, standing up to perfectly aim at her lovely face. Her soft, thin fingers stroked up his shaft, so gently it almost tickled, causing him to squirm more. They rubbed over the head, which was swollen with blood and glossy from engorgement. He couldnât sit still in the chair as she glided her feminine fingers up and down his swollen and veiny cock. Precum began dripping down the bottom of his dick as his sac tightened and reminded him of the pain in his left ball. He closed his eyes, thinking about how much pain those same fingers had given him just before, when he felt something soft against his cock. He looked down to see her soft lips pressed against the head, kissing the precum from his throbbing dick. She looked up at him passionately as she took the head into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue coating it in her saliva.
âFuckâŠâ He grunted quietly at the sensation. It had been awhile since the last time he had sex, and he couldnât hold back. She could tell, and sucked hard on the engorged head, stretching out the sensitive flesh. His mind went hazy as he came and came in her mouth, squirming and shaking in his binds. When his orgasm subsided, he hung his head in defeat. Not only had she emasculated him by crushing his nut with two little fingers, but those same fingers had forced him to cum so fast. But he wasnât about to give up, he hadnât cracked yet. âIf thatâs your idea of torture, sign me up.â He tried to re-establish his position as a man as she stood up. When he raised his head to check her reaction, he was surprised to find her spitting his spunk into a vial. She smirked back at him.
âYou certainly are a strong man. Youâre going to be hard to break.â She spoke with venom. He was confused by her response, as if it wasnât entirely sincere. This was confirmed when she reached down between his legs again to pinch his abused nut again, and he clinched again. âBut Iâll just have to tryâŠâ She continued pinching, rolling her fingers over his nut to make him squirm before releasing him. âThe torture begins tomorrow.â She said, zipping up her latex suit and leaving.
She approached his cell with confidence. Things went well the first time. It might seem strange to give someone a blowjob as torture, but it was just the first step. She was training his cock to respond to her touch, to betray his own interest. It was under her control now.
âAnother blowjob today?â He asked, still cocksure despite sitting naked, knees spread and bound to the chair again. She unzipped her zipper as before, allowing him to bask her cleavage, and watched his cock salute her tits again.
âAm I getting too predictable?â She asked coyly.
âNot at all. In fact, I think I donât think I can take much more, Iâm almost ready to talk.â He jested at her. âI would surely crack if you give me a go at that tight cunt this time.â He had completely regained his bravado from last time. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her heart quickened. It was always so much better to break them at their most macho. She swung her hips as she approached the chair, and without ceremony, lifted her foot up till her knee squished her tit, then stomped down on his left ball with the toe of her high heels. âAGH!â The man howled in agony as his nut flattened beneath her. She opened her thighs and leaned onto her raised knee, bending down over his agonized form.
âHowâs this for a go at my cunt?â With her other had she raked her fingers through the visible bulge of her vulva through the latex. Inside the suit she was already moistened, but unlike him, she kept her composure while being stroked. âYou told me youâd crack. Should I crack this nut for you?â She tapped the shoe of her toe against his squished nut for emphasize.
âGrr... fuckâŠâ was all he could exclaim. He gritted his teeth in anger at her. âFuck you, bitch. Do whatever you want to me, I wonât break.â He toughened up. She cocked an eyebrow in surprise, pressing down slightly harder. He let out a scream as he was sure his nut was about to pop.
âBold words. You feel like youâre about to break to me. Should I test it?â She spoke calmly. When he didnât respond, she twisted her foot and he screamed again. âYouâre out of quips already? Be a man, stand up to me.â She twisted her toe into his completely flattened testicle more and more, causing the man to convulsive against his binds. She only stopped when she noticed his cock going soft. âWhat a pathetic wimp.â She mocked, grabbed his semi-hard cock by the head and yanking on it. âWhat happened to that macho attitude? Donât you want to fuck my cunt?â She asked. Tears welled up in his eyes as shook his head.
âFuck you bitchâŠâ He spat through his teeth. She frowned in disappointment, finally lifting her foot from his aching crotch.
âThatâs really all you have left?â
âYouâd be so luckyâŠâ He grimaced. She folded her arms underneath her bosom, hiding her mocking smirk behind her hand.
âYouâd put me in my place, huh? Itâs hard to be intimidated by you when youâre crying.â She chimed. He growled back at her, but was surprised when she sat down between his knees like before. Taking his semi-hard cock in her delicate hands, she nestled the head between her boobs. âI would be lucky to have a cock this sexy inside me.â She said bluntly, meeting his suddenly confused gaze. She stared up at him sweetly, hugging his huge dick with her pillowy chest. The aching in his left nut dulled and was replaced by the warmth and softness of her bosom, lightly moistened with her sweat. âWould you fill me up with this thing? Rock my world with your amazing cock?â She asked, pushing her chest further into his crotch. He was well endowed for sure, but so was she, probably more-so. As her breasts swallowed more and more of his hardening cock, they smothered his balls, their weight crushing down on his sensitive nut. But as much as it hurt, it only made him harder. He was completely dumbfounded by her changed in attitude.
Part of him was sure this was a trick, but a much bigger part of him didnât care. She kept his cock smothered in her breasts as she began stroking over the top of it, and he closed his eyes. It was so heavenly and pleasurable, he had almost forgotten the stomping she had been doing before. It hadnât completely let his mind, though, and amidst all that warm pleasure, there was a sickening torment over how quickly she had broken his willpower. With almost no effort at all, she put him in so much pain that he couldnât oppose her, and with almost as little effort, she gave him so much pleasure that he wasnât sure he wanted to.
âAre you gonna cum for me?â She asked in a sweet voice, still stroking his cock into her mammaries. All he could let out down a throaty moan in affirmation. She knew, she didnât have to ask. She could feel his cock swelling in the embrace of her soft pillows, throbbing and ready to burst. However, the cold air suddenly bit into the skin of his member when it left her warm titty embrace, and stood stiff, dripping with precum.
â..WhaâŠâ he mumbled out, looking at her as she stood up. The dull aching of his nut returned, and his cock began to ache as well as he was denied his release. He stared up at her in bewilderment as she used one finger to wipe the mess of his precum from her tits and move it to her mouth. âWhat the fuck⊠whyâŠ?â He asked, still in a haze. She only smirked, zipping up her latex suit before turning to leave. âGet back here you bitch!â His haze turned to rage as he realized what she was doing. She stopped, turning back to him. With a suddenly militant stride she approached him, lifting up her foot and this time dropping the spike of her heel into his already bruised nut. âAGGH!!â He screamed out.
âThis is your only warning, stud. If you try to jerk it after they untie you, I will be back, and you will be sorry.â She said, twisting her heel to force another scream from his lips before turning and leaving.
The door flew open and just as quickly slammed shut after she marched into the cell. The cameras quickly turned off at her presence as she moved to him. He had been sitting in the corner jerking off before she had come. As she approached, he stood. What was she thinking? He wasnât restrained, surely this was dangerous for her. He took a step towards her without a plan, not sure if he was going to try to reason with her or fight her. It didnât matter either way. Before he could take any action, her latex covered knee shot up, crushing into his balls with so much force his feet left the floor. He coughed and wouldâve collapsed, but her hand shot out to grip his throat. With a surprising show of strength, she kept him from falling just long enough to deliver another even more well placed knee strike to his left ball, which was still bruised and aching from before. With this she allowed him to crumple at her feet.
âYou stupid, stupid man.â She squatted down over him, rolling him onto his back. âI told you not to do one thing. One thing!â She grabbed his cock with both hands, causing her boobs to squish together in their latex. He groaned and coughed as he recovered from her attack. âI really wish you hadnât.â She said as she began gently stroking him.
âGet off me, bitch.â He coughed out, and grabbed her thighs to unseat her, however she used his leverage against him, sliding up his legs to his crotch. Through her latex suit, she rubbed her cunt over his tender balls. Like before, the pain shot through his body, but was also strangely arousing. Despite his distrust of her, his cock betrayed him and swelled up in her grasp as she humped it with her latex covered vulva. âWhat are you⊠doingâŠ?â He asked in aroused confused as she gripped one hand at the base of his throbbing cock and the other gripped the swollen head. Â
âI wish you hadnât made me do this.â She spoke coldly before bending his cock to the side. He let out a scream in agony as his cock squelched and cracked, and one of the blood chambers popped. She continued her icy glare as she bent the cock further, twisting it at the breaking point, until it was completely snapped. His hips gyrated in pain beneath hers, and she closed her eyes in blissful pleasure as his broken dick ground up into her clit. The pleasure was so intense, she couldnât help but squeeze his cock, which was quickly swelling with a purple bruise where it snapped. She pulled the broken cock into her genitals, humping and grinding away at its quickly deforming shape. The man beneath her could only press against her thighs and scream in agony, but he couldnât unseat her. Any pain in his balls was obsolete by the brutal torment his flaccid cock was enduring in her hands and the lips of her pussy. She finally broke and let out her own scream, dwarfing his in comparison. Her orgasm only made her lose more control, her hips rocking about as she fucked his mangled, limp, and swollen cock through the latex. The cell echoed with the two panting, growling screams of both pure lust and agony as she fucked his cock into a bloody, fleshy mess.
When she finally stopped, gasping for air, their crotches were both soaked; one in his erectile blood and the other trapped in a cum soaked latex suit. She gathered her feet beneath her and stood with wobbly knees. He curled up in a pathetic ball, crying and groaning in pain.
âSee⊠what you⊠didâŠâ She panted before taking a breath. âNow, Iâll have to wait for your little dick to recover before we continue.â She complained, and he only whimpered. âYou understand? Donât make me do this again.â She spat down at him with scorn.
He shook visibly in his chair as she knelt between his knees again, her tits already out. She gave him that same coy smirk she had given him since day one as she tickled his cock with her finger tips. It had recovered, mostly. Areas where the blood chambers had popped now had permanent swelling, and the shaft had gained a funny curve, but it was otherwise functional. He squirmed and shook as she teased his cock with her fingers. He knew all the pain she could, and surely would, cause him, and his cock did as well. But it obeyed her now.
âHow many days in a row have I denied your orgasm?â She asked.
âF...fifteen.â He stammered out.
âCorrect. But how many months since I last gave you one?â She asked. He hesitated, and she grinned. âDonât wrack your brain, stud. I donât expect you to remember that. I gave you that blowjob three months ago.â She explained, tracing a finger around his twitching cock. âThree months, and Iâm only on a fifteen day streak. Thatâs a pretty terrible ratio. Why do you think that is?â She asked, and he grimaced in anger and fear.
âB-because you keep snapping my dick!â He blurted out, and she laughed with glee.
âI do!â She chimed. âJust like this!â She exclaimed, grabbed his dick at the base and the head and bending it not enough to break, only to emphasize her point. âSnap!â She laughed, causing him to jump in fear. âBut come on, Iâve only snapped it three times. You seem to have learned your lesson, and your cock is in okay condition because of it! Some guys never get the idea and I have to keeping breaking them until their dicks permanently look like pretzels.â She teased, but he could only grimace at the thought. âAnyway, fifteen isnât great, but itâll have to do, because Iâve got great news! You get to cum today!â She exclaimed, poking at the head of his cock.
âWh...wha...really?â He asked with fear and trepidation. She nodded, pinching his cock head and pulling it about, causing him to squirm in pleasure.
âYes! Well, not really cum, but you do get to ejaculate! You wonât really enjoy it though.â She explained, and he furrowed his brow.
âI⊠donât⊠understandâŠâ He said with anxiety. She lowered her head between his legs, kissing his right nut before licking up his shaft to kiss the bottom of the head. He shuttered from pleasure, and despite all his better judgement and past experience with her, that pleasure pushed aside his fear.
âDonât worry about it, hunk. Just sit back and enjoy.â She said before taking the head in her mouth again, holding the base with one hand. The warm wetness took his mind away from the torture, and she ran her tongue through folds behind the head before sliding her lips down the shaft, forcing a moan from him. As the swollen head slid down her throat, her tongue slurped around the shaft, feeling the bulging veins as well as the hard knots of damaged tissue from all the times she had broken this dick.
After being edged for fifteen days, it really did not take much. She felt his misshapen cock swell up in her throat, she saw his abs and thighs flex and his sac tightened. And with that signal, she took both of his balls in her free hand and crushed them. His groans of pleasure became wails of agony as she squeezed and crushed his balls in her strong but feminine hands. At the same time, she let his cock slide from her mouth. Only a second or two passed before cum shot out, landing on her cheek, lips, and dripping down to her tits. He felt no pleasure, though, as the only stimulation she provided was her crushing grip on his balls.
âAGHH stop! Please stop!â He cried out, shaking his head at the torment. He finally came after over two weeks of orgasm denial, only to have his orgasm replaced with having his nuts crushed. He shook his chair back and forth, trying desperately to escape her grip or to touch his penis as it dribbled cum. She only watched with an elated grin, using her free hand to gather up his cum from her tits and enjoy it as a tasty treat. He had a lot of spunk to give after two weeks, but even after he stopped shooting, she continued crushing his balls in a firm, unyielding grip. Eventually his thrashing and sobbing stopped, and both his body and his cock went limp, and she lightened up her grip. She quietly watched his defeated form, her eyes dropping to his cock which was quickly retreating from her. Noticing a bit of cum on the head, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the sensitive head, sucking hard to get all the cum out. His lifeless body was shocked back to life as he thrashed in pain again, and she gave a throaty laugh before crushing his nuts again. He openly cried at this.
âOkay, okay, Iâll talk, Iâll tell you anything. Please, you win, Iâll tell you anything, please just stop!â He begged and pleaded. She cooed up at him, finally releasing his balls.
âOh, youâre finally done then? Finally defeated? All that macho manliness is gone?â She mocked as she stood up and straddled the chair, sitting down in his lap. âAll it took was a little squeeze and a suck, and the big tough guy becomes a blithering wimp.â He whimpered at her insults, unable to even put up a front anymore. âPoor, pathetic, little man.â She hummed, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling it into her cleavage. As she felt his tears soak her soft tits, she gyrated her hips into his spent, abused cock. Nothing was more satisfying than reducing this specimen of a man to a whimpering mess. Keeping one arm hugging his head to her bosom, she reached back and down the crack of her butt to grip his left ball again.
âWh...whyâŠ?â He cried into her boobs. âI said Iâd talk!â
âI donât care.â She said coldly. âIâm not done having fun. I honestly donât care whether you talk or not, Iâm only here to torture you. Youâre mine until I tell them I can no longer get information out of you.â She explained. âNow squirm, boy.â She whispered and crushed his nut again. He cried and shook and writhed in agony beneath her, suffocating in the sweaty, tear-soaked crevice of her mammaries. His writhing crushed his soft cock into her clit so hard she began bouncing. Her hand on his nut pumped away in rhythmic pulses, ensuring he would continue to fuck her in agony. She lost herself in the bliss, rising over her climax, soaking her suit with cum once again. It wasnât until she came down from her orgasm that she noticed he wasnât moving. âShit, did I kill you?â She blurted out, pulling his tear and sweat soaked face from her tits. âDammit, medic!â
He wasnât expecting a lot of things. He didnât expect her to enter so suddenly, when he wasnât bound to a chair. He quickly tried to remember if he had tried to masturbate at all recently, worried that she might break his dick again, but he hadnât. He hadnât masturbated in months. He didnât expect his own reaction of standing up at attention in her presence. She had broken him, completely dominated him. Most of all, he didnât expect the orders she gave.
âMasturbate.â She said. He hesitated.
âWh..what? Seriously?â He asked, shaking before her. She smiled benevolently.
âYou donât want to?â She asked.
âI⊠I just⊠you donât usuallyâŠâ He stammered out.
âItâs been five months in total since we started. For the past two, youâve been a good boy. No touching, no stroking. I havenât had to snap your dick at all since then.â She explained. âItâs also been two months, every single day, that I have crushed your nuts until youâve ejaculated.â She continued. His scrotum had a chronic bruise from her constant squeezing, and both of his nuts ached constantly. It was a pain he had learned to live with. His cock also ached, but in a different way. He couldnât remember what orgasms felt like, since every time he was denied one in favor of busting. âSo Iâm giving you the chance. Masturbate.â She commanded again. His cock twitched and began to harden at the thought, but he was overwhelmed with fear as well. âIf you need some incentiveâŠâ She began, unzipping her suit, allowing her tits to show like always, â...here.â She said, rubbing over her tits with a sensual caress. His cock sprung up hard at that, still misshapen from her punishment.
He sat back down against the wall, gripping his own member. It was almost a foreign feeling, like he had never touched it before. He could feel all the hard knots of damaged flesh, and how it swelled oddly. Nonetheless, it felt good as he began to stroke. However, as he stroked himself, it donned on him that something felt very off. It was pleasurable, but he couldnât enjoy it. He couldnât build up an orgasm, despite not having successfully masturbated in months. The frustration and confusing and lust all showed plainly on his face.
âHaving trouble there stud?â She asked with a knowing smirk. He only looked up her in anxiety. âAllow me.â She said, pressing the toe of her shoe into both his balls. He groaned and grimaced as she flattened his already bruised balls, but continued jerking off with even more vigor. She twisted her foot cruelly, causing his hips to shake and turn. His cock swelled, his body tighted up and he growled in agony as loads of spunk shot from his cock up her latex covered leg. She continued twisting and grinding his balls flat, making sure to squeeze every last bit of cum from his nuts. Despite his agony, he couldnât stop himself, and continued beating his dick harder and harder, shooting load after load of cum all over himself, her, and the floor. It was his first orgasm in five months, after the torture of daily blowjobs and handjobs. When he finally came down, he only slumped down, defeated. She sighed in disappointment as she bent down at the waist, reaching both hands down to his cock. âI thought you had learned your lesson. I warned you not do touch yourself like that.â She said cruelly. A chill of fear ran up his spine but it was too late to stop her. She twisted and bent his cock, snapping it in a new area. He howled in pain, crying and punching the floor in frustration.
âWhy?! Why?! You told me to do that! Why did you break it again?â He cried out as she stood back up.
âI only let you do this to prove a point. Your balls are mine, yes, your cock is mine, yes, but even your sexuality is mine to control. Iâve trained you to only cum from busting, youâll never have an orgasm again without having your nuts squashed as well.â She explained, forcing a whimper as he released she was right. âI guess it was unfair of me to snap your cock after telling you to jerk it. That oneâs on me.â She gave a throaty chuckle.
âYou⊠bâŠâ He stammered through his tears. She pulled his head into her crotch, hugging him and stroking his hair as he could only whimpered.
âLook at you. I just broke your cock after stomping the cum out of your nuts and you canât even bring yourself to call me a bitch. Do you have any masculinity left at all?â She mocked, but he couldnât respond.
Six months had passed since this began, roughly three months of cumming through busting only. She stopped even giving him blowjobs or handjobs, and started only squeezing his balls until he ejaculated, returning to denying any pleasure with his orgasm. He no longer had any will to oppose her. At most he cried, but he no longer even begged for her to stop. His mind had been warped, and he began looking forward to her daily busting. While it gave no pleasure, it did give release, and he needed it.
âYou really have no fight left in you.â She said with a hint of boredom as she sat in his lap, kneading his nuts in her hands. He writhed beneath her and whimpered, but said nothing His cock was erect and pushed against the bottom of her tits, but it could no longer stand up straight from all the places she had snapped it. It was gnarled and twisted, discolored and ached constantly when erect. âYouâre completely broken. I broke your dick, I broke your sexuality, youâll never be able to cum again from a womanâs touch unless sheâs crushing these big plums of yours. Youâve become a perfect little busted bitch, havenât you?â She asked, squeezing his nuts with emphasize. He cried and nodded. âI think youâre spent, thereâs nothing left I can get out of you.â She admitted. âBut I made a promise to you, didnât I?â She asked, continuing to bust his nuts.
âHuh?â He grimaced and grunted in pain.
âCum for me, stud.â She ordered, squeezing his nuts hard. His cock obeyed her, swelling up and firing its sticky load all over the bottom of her tits, and he growled and groaned. âThis is the best youâll get from now on, no orgasm, just release via emasculation.â She said quietly to him. âBut itâs not the worst youâll get.â She said cryptically. He looked at her stupefied in agony. As soon as his orgasm stopped, she grabbed his sensitive, sticky, gnarled cock, and began jerking it. His breathing quickly became spastic and he continued growling in agony as she jerked his sensitive, traumatized cock. Holding the sticky rod to her crotch, she began humping him, using his writhing, gyrating thrashes of pain to stimulate her clit. He openly cried and yelled through her post orgasm torture as she moaned with delight and bliss. The torment didnât stop until she finally came, her latex suit becoming squishy with girl cum.
âPop me!â He screamed, barely reaching her distant mind as she came down from her climax. Her lips bent into a cruel smile.
âWhat was that?â
âPop me, please! End it! I canât take it anymore, please castrate me!â Â He screamed through his tears at her. She cooed and brought his tearful face into her bosom, stroking his hair.
âSee? It only took six months, that wasnât so bad right?â She mocked him cruelly. All he could do was cry. âItâs an act of mercy, right? Iâm saving you from this, from getting your nuts crushed, from having your dick snapped, from your lust that I can so easily control. You wonât have to worry about that once your balls are popped.â She mocked him more, but still got no response. Steadily, her hands slipped down between the two of them, taking one plum sized nut each. Her deathly touch caused him to jerk, but he knew there was no going back as she began crushing them flat in her delicate hands. âYouâve been a good boy, so Iâll make it quick. Keep your face in my tits, itâll make it easier.â She explained, lowering her head to kiss his hair, his nuts ready to burst in her grip. âTell me you love me.â She ordered. He breathed heavily.
âI love-â KER-PLOP! KER-PLOP! Two loud pops echoed throughout the cell as his nuts were reduced to goo in her hands. His breathing went into full panic, he began groaning and crying into her bosom as she kneaded the mass of nut goo together into an indistinguishable blob in his sac. A satisfied smile adorned her lips as she pressed his mangled, broken cock and gooey nuts into her engorged, throbbing, and much stronger genitals.
âTheyâre gone. Youâll never come again. Youâll never get hard again. Now what do we say when someone shows us mercy?â She asked as he fainted in her tits. âYouâre welcome.
Wow I love your art style and content! There's not enough futa ballbusting out there. Is there any way I can make a request to see a futa getting both of her nuts popped into a mushy substance from another futa squeezing bare handed? And maybe they both cum lol. Thanks for the art and thanks for reading :)
Sure! I have another request ahead of yours, but I'll get to it when I can. =] and thank you, I'm glad you like my stuff.