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Sheila climbed into the boxing ring carrying her gym bag. She and Matt stood there admiring their handiwork for a moment, and it looked strange that she was fully clothed and he was fully naked – with a raging hard-on no less. “My balls still hurt from the fight,” I said. Even though Matt was naked, I felt more naked – which I’m sure had a lot to do with being tied up in the corner with my legs spread wide apart. I met Sheila’s stare; “If you let me recover for about an hour, I’d be thrilled to have you bust me. You don’t need ropes.” Sheila knelt down in front of me and lifted my dick up from where it lay on my balls. She draped it over my thigh and scooped her fingers under my nutsack, cradling my loose hot balls gently. “These are nice,” she cooed, “they’re bigger than yours, Matt. And heavier too.” “Damn, I wish I’d won the match,” I said, my penis stirring as I pictured her mouth wrapped around it. “Then they wouldn’t be so heavy.” She dropped my testicles back onto the mat, and I winced as they thudded softly. After the hits I had taken, that hurt like hell. She smiled when she saw me wince. “Big balls are more sensitive, aren’t they?” “They are when they’re already bruised,” I muttered. “So why the ropes? You both KNOW I’m into ballbusting, that’s why we’re all here.” Matt spoke up; “Sheila’s really into squeezing.” “Hey, I’m into being squeezed,” I said; “Sounds sexy.” “Problem is, I can’t take as much as she likes to give. That’s where you come in, sport.” I looked into Sheila’s eyes. “Ok, fine; what’s the safe word? Uncle?” Sheila’s smile became even bigger; “No safe word!” she said, fondling my balls gently again. “It ruins the mood.” Her eyes went back down, and she opened her hand and tilted it back and forth, watching with fascination as the oval organs rolled around on her palm. “But…” “Don’t worry,” said Matt. “It takes over a hundred pounds of force to rupture them, and she’s not that strong.“ “So why don’t you let her squeeze yours?” Matt laughed. “Because when she gets into it, she gets carried away. I’ve only got two, and she likes the perks they provide.” “I thought you said she’s not strong enough to do any damage!” “She’s not. But you know how a guy on PCP can be as strong as ten men? You never know when people get exited.” “Oh, FUCK! You’ve GOT to give me a safe word!” “Problem is,” said Matt, “you’ll think they’re going to pop LONG before you’re even close. It’s amazing how painful hard squeezing can be. You’d be like the boy who cried wolf.” I started flailing in my restraints, trying to loosen the ropes that held me in place. Sheila wrapped her hand around my balls and squeezed gently; “Gotcha!” she said, her eyes full of lust. At this point, I’m not sure exactly what I said, but I heard myself pleading to be let go. “No offense, but groveling will spoil the mood,” she said. “You agreed to the bet, you agreed to the odds, and you lost. Just try to enjoy it; think of how many guys fantasize about having a hot woman getting off by squeezing their balls.” She looked into my eyes again. “You’re pretty hot, ya know. That’s why we picked you.” Sheila was reaching into her bag again, and this time she pulled out a spool of string. She knelt down before me and rested her elbows on the mat, placing her head just a foot from my crotch. With one hand, she lifted my balls again, and with the other she started wrapping the string around the top of my scrotum tightly. “A man’s jewels can really squirm around in their sacks, so you gotta trap them in one spot so they can’t escape.” As she made more passes with the string, Matt knelt down behind her and pulled her skirt and panties down and pressed his face between her legs. Sheila paused her string tying task and moaned as his tongue found her clitorus. She seemed to loose herself in the pleasure, and lowered her head. “Ohhh, Matt… He’s not ready yet… Oohhhhhh” Matt moved his tongue with less focus, and Sheila resumed her binding of my testicles. Soon, she had squeezed the top of my sack down to a one inch span the width of a finger. Beneath that, my scrotum was stretching like a balloon to accommodate my balls as they were pushed down lower and lower. My nuts looked huge out there, like a pink rubber mallet on the end of a skinny handle. The tautly stretched skin containing them made them look even more bloated and full. The whole situation, the visual, and pressure on my balls was causing my penis to grow, even though I was scared shitless. She had just applied a finishing loop when Matt’s tongue hit her spot again. Her head dropped, and her soft hair draped across my groin. Her face was right over my groin, and I could feel her breath on my sweaty gonads every time she gasped. I could feel my member inflating with blood, and it started rising slowly. Matt raised his head and got into position behind her, aiming his cock and thrusting forward. She was extremely aroused; I could hear her pussy making wet sucking sounds as he started thrusting in and out of her. Her hair was moving back and forth across my dick, tickling and teasing it as it grew harder. As it rose upwards towards her face, I could feel her warm breath against the tip. Her nose brushed against it, then I felt her wet lips engulf me. This was my first threesome, something I had always wanted but not quite under these circumstances. Her hand cradled my tightly packed nuts and I watched the back of her head bob up and down in time with Matt’s powerful thrusts. My mind was a sea of conflicting emotions, with fear seeming to heighten every sensation I was feeling. The sounds were lewd and crude, with Sheila’s body slurping cocks at both ends, Matt’s ragged breathing and the persistent slapping of his pelvis against her ass cheeks. He watched what she was doing to me intently, sometimes leaning sideways to see her fondling my balls and squeezing them coaxingly. As she got more exited, she squeezed harder, though gently enough to still be purely pleasurable. She seemed content to enjoy the sensation of her fingers sinking halfway into my big balls, letting them spring back to their round shapes, then deforming them into ovals again. This wasn’t so bad at all! I began wondering if Matt was just a pussy, but I was just indulging in wishful thinking. Beneath my sexual excitement, I was still scared as shit. Sheila reached back with her free hand and moved her hair to the side, tilting her head slightly so I could see everything. It was quite a sight, my hard wet dick disappearing in and out of her mouth, and her little fingers sinking into my trapped nuts, making them bulge out. I could feel my excitement building steadily. “I’m gonna shoot soon,” said Matt after a few more minutes, and Sheila put her free hand up in a gesture to hold off, and he slowed his pace back down. “I fantasize about her popping me,” Said Matt. “When I see her squeezing a guy’s nuts, I picture them rupturing inside their sacks. Squeeze them too hard, and all those tiny little coiled tubes get pushed out, hanging like guts- Hey, nut guts!” I screamed into the gag, because as Matt said that, Sheila moaned with excitement and squeezed me HARD. But Sheila’s mouth was still making my dick twitch and throb eagerly. Matt was talking to Sheila more than me; his talk of nut popping was making her hot. I wanted him to shut the hell up. “Sheila works out her fingers every day; she’s got one of those eagle claw exercisers. Every month, she gets a little stronger…” I screamed again as Sheila’s fingers sank in even harder, closing into a fist. My scrotum ballooned out both sides grotesquely, the skin stretched thin as an onion peel. My building excitement dissipated, and I started to loose some of my hardness. Matt continued talking. “Damn, you’ve got big nuts! I’ll bet you can really shoot a load.” Sheila moaned again around my dick, and her hand let up on the squeezing. She was sucking like a girl who truly WANTED a mouthful of cream. Her tongue was working the underside of my cock expertly, while her hand gently fondled my balls. Soon, I had my full hardness back, and the sensation began building again. “You like my girlfriend’s mouth?” Matt asked me. “I’ll bet you want to empty those big balls in that luscious mouth of hers…” Sheila moaned again, the vibration shooting up my dick and stimulating my prostate. I tried not to listen to him, to think of something that would block out the sensation of Sheila’s blowjob; anything to keep from cumming. God, she was sucking me fast and furiously. I didn’t want her getting any more exited than she was. Sheila’s moans changed to whimpers of urgency, and she started rocking forward and back, fucking herself on Matt’s cock. Matt smiled; “She’s getting close; you must be getting close also.” He picked up the pace again and Sheila shifted her grip on my balls. She moved her other hand underneath, placing a thumb on top of each testicle. He was ramming her hard, racking her body as she worked her mouth on me just as wildly. It was more than I could take, and I screamed into my ball gag as I felt my organs begin to tingle and pulsate. “MMmmmmmmm,” she moaned as the first powerful blast filled her mouth. My pleasure was brief; as soon as I started shooting, she bore down on my balls with all her might. The pressure was ten times what her fingers had been capable of, and the pain quickly became unbearable. I felt myself on the verge of blacking out as her thumbs pressed down into the centers of my balls until they met her fingers. My nuts puffed out until the skin of my scrotum turn red and shiny, looking like over-inflated inner tubes around her thumbs. My ejaculations became even more powerful, but I was too delirious with pain to feel any pleasure at all. “Holy FUCK!” panted Matt as he watched my gonads cave in. He grabbed onto her hips so he could fuck her faster. “I’m gonna cum too!” Sheila’s moans reached a feverish pitch, and she released her thumbs and moved them to a new spot, squeezing again as if desperate to pop me. Each time, they deformed in a new direction while I writhed in agony, my voice going horse as I screamed into my gag again and again. Just when Matt looked like he was about to climax, he pulled out of her pussy, re-aligned himself and thrust forward into her asshole. Sheila screamed in shocked pain and pleasure, and moved both her thumbs onto my left testicle. I shook my head back and forth, my eyes wide with fear as she pressed both thumbs down as hard as she could, crushing the entire left side of the organ and forcing its entire contents to puff out in one direction. My body convulsed as a sudden blinding hot white pain set in on the far right edge. It felt like someone had taken a hot fire poker and skewered it into the side of my testicle. Sheila’s body trembled, and she and Matt were both moaning loudly, but I couldn’t make a sound as my mouth gaped open. I think I started squirting again when she moved her thumbs to my right testicle. I fought to maintain consciousness, finding my voice again to scream for her to stop. But the gag muffled my voice, and Sheila was still face down sucking my dick and moaning as Matt shot his load up her ass. The pressure on my right nut became unbearable, and I passed out just as I felt my last testicle give out. It wasn’t as much of a pop as it was like a sudden sigh. When I came to, I was alone in the ring. I felt a horrific throbbing ache in my balls, and I looked down expecting them to be flat as pancakes, but instead they had swollen to the size of oranges. The stretched scrotum was a deep red with shades of blue, indicating the damage done to the delicate organs inside… The doctors managed to save 65% of my right testis, but the left one was a total loss. The conjecture is that while I was unconscious, she had continued squeezing and grinding the left one until all its inner tissues were pulverized and forced out into the scrotum. They say I am recovering well, and there’s a chance I may even be able to father children, believe it or not. Am I pissed off? You better believe it. But I’m also thankful she untied the string from my nuts before they swelled up, or they would have strangled themselves and died. I guess it could have been worse – she could have been into biting instead of squeezing… |