Breaking Bull Balls: Brutal Ballbusting Stories Fictional Stories Featuring Extreme Ballbusting, Testicular Rupture, and Castration. Thursday, January 28, 2021
An archive of ball busting stories taken from the former site bbstories.takethepitch.com. Wednesday, August 8, 2007. Aunt Carol by boyballkiller. Greg was an only child, He was a small weak little 11 year old who lived with his mother. His father had died when he was very young; at least that is what he was told. He was a very bad kid as well.
Posts about Castration written by katherinebust. Katherine’s Ballbusting Stories. Stories about men getting their balls hurt. Archive for the ‘Castration’ Category « Newer Entries. Ms.McQueen’s Historical Tutoring January 13, 2008. Jim was far from a good student. He was never the kind to fail a whole bunch of courses, but he never did ...
Preunbb's Ballbusting and Castration stories. preunbb Uncategorized November 5, 2018. December 12, 2018. 1 Minute. houseofhandjobs: A group hug. “So we’re calling the hospital to have…this one removed, right?”. “No, for the last time, it’s the *left* one!”. “Wait, rightie’s pretty …Estimated Reading Time: 1 min
Stories about ballbusting, cbt and castration fantasies Here you will find stories of mine, all under the topic of ballbusting and cbt. Some of these stories are more brutal, some are rather sensual, some ends in the destruction of the testicles and castration, while others are just about the actual ball busting.
He then rotated the plate vertically and carefully positioned his nut under the weight, shivering slightly at the sensation of cold steel on his warm babymaker. He had some peach fuzz hair around his 3-inch long penis. Every muscle in his body was tense and he had long since lost the capacity for speech or even thought. He reached down and pulled on the device. It had no chance of escape. On the first look, I did not realize, but in the window beside the girl I could see the guy behind me. They had agreed Jim would head over to Ms. But after she turned around the next corner, she recognized that two guys were following her. Now, Jim had had his fair share of hot teachers, the kind that wore the low-cut shirts and the tight skirts, but Jim had never had a teacher with a body like Ms. The car was a wreck but they both were okay, but she threw the control out the window. The continuous schlong stimulation was an integral part of Jackson's training regime for two reasons. But she never tried something more extreme. The following story is a translated version of an imaginary story I wrote when I was 15 years old. The orb jiggled slightly from the force like a boiled ostrich egg. The sudden influx of blood to the damaged organ caused Mark to orgasm even harder. April 07, His nut's tenure in his body was truly impressive, due to the constant abuse the organ received. He hovered his foot over his fathers manhood, threatening to stomp the life out of his damaged balls. His desire to excel and become be the strongest male specimen possible was transformed into a masochistic proclivity due to a horrific sports accident in his college years. The swelling would be incredible as the soupy contents of his sack would immediately draw fluid, inflating to a ridiculous size. Thick splats of babybatter peppered his fathers face, which was agape in shock as his brain attempted to process the sensation emanating from his loins. She held him in the air and thrust her knee between his skinny legs smashing his balls. Make them both of age, and roughly the same age. Clem also took Max to a newly opened trampoline park. Josh was faintly aware that the nut was getting mushier and mushier with each resulting blow. Jackson wiped cum from his hands in disgust, cursing his manhood for it's untimely release. Danielle centered herself in the wring to face her first opponent, a boy named Josh who was one of the better on the team. The closest he had come was when he was 9. But wait She apologized with a smile on her face and went back out of the room to the door to tell me that our parents are going to visit our grandparents tomorrow. His goal was to have the most incredibly tough and virile testicles possible so high sperm counts were a must for his goals. Josh dropped to his knees, panting and spent. Josh was expertly singling his Dad's individual nuts out, forcing his toes deep into the doomed organs with incredible velocity. Jackson carefully stepped over a set of weights he'd been using the previous evening to batter his orbs, over and over with increasing weight until he'd nearly passed out from the pain. His cock was now shrinking rapidly from near constant restraint; locked tightly into a cage as a pathetic memory of a former manhood. Are you crazy? Old Story - The Train Wanker. He could feel his nut rupture in multiple places, one at a time. Clem was home by her parents. The nausea was almost instantaneous, and he was forced to tighten his steel like abs to prevent himself from vomiting. I condition him more and more until he stops. As his parents were home, they could not have sex, but that was no problem to them. Mark's left testicle was swelling at a rapid rate, now obviously larger then it's counterpart and turning bright red from the brutal treatment. He knew all to well the punishment for disallowing his son full access to his reproductive organs. He was a very bad kid as well. Jackson reminisced back to the pair of latino testes he'd seen prior, nearly pierced by stiletto heels with each probing stomp forcing the point deeper into the latin huevo. She was my secret love, I had a crush on her, but she didn't know that. His balls were still small however. Above his gargantuan testes was an massive uncut cock, easily 9 inches long with incredible veins down it's length. I wanted to stay home, as otherwise I ha.
At half past midnight, when most of the god fearing members of the conservative town were sleeping undisturbed, a single light in the basement of a cookie cutter home was barely visible in the sprawling suburbia. The room was triple insulated and sound proof, with a frosted glass window to avoid prying eyes; the debauchery performed inside would mean social exile at the least, or even jail time if the small town law enforcement ever became involved. The owner of the small, unassuming home slowly made his way down the rickety stairs to his lair, unceremoniously removing clothing with each step. Scott was a timid, reticent man with some semblance of muscle under his ill fitted suit, but an obvious pudge around his midsection. His cheap suit discarded on the steps, Scott stepped naked into the dimly lit basement walking with purpose. The man was slightly under average height and sported some flab gained from years of luxurious eating habits. Heading into his forties, he could best be described as handsome but forgettable, a sort of cookie cutter businessman with fading youth. He sported an ashy red beard, a nondescript business haircut, and an average jawline. His only notable feature, which former partners remembered better than his facial features, was attached between his legs, and it flopped into view as he shuffled into the room. Scott always walked with a slight waddle in his step, legs slightly too far apart with an awkward gait. Which might have been attributed as a mild bout with gout or spinal injury to the onlooker, the true reason became clear the moment his pants came off. Instead of a heathy pair of testes, Scott was born with single lonely egg floating scrotum solo. This genetic mishap was seen as both a blessing and a burden to Scott. Despite nature only granting him a single ball, it was compensated by the sheer mass of nut meat that filled his sack nearly to the brim. The organ lay in his sack like a softball in a sock, an overripe grapefruit of dense reproductive tissue and stuffed full of churning semen. It swung from his groin like a wrecking ball, bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step like a perverse Hacky Sack. Scott's single testicle was gargantuan, at the very largest of sizes excluding medical conditions effecting testes. Scott fumbled with a small key, unlocking a cock cage that kept his shaft pressed firmly into his body. With a clink of metal , he tossed aside the metal instrument allowing his cock flop in the open air. It was barely bigger than a thumb when flaccid, a completely pathetic excuse for a member and as such he kept it locked away nearly perpetually. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past. His cock was now shrinking rapidly from near constant restraint; locked tightly into a cage as a pathetic memory of a former manhood. The man walked up to the workbench in the center of the room which housed an arrangement of tools and iron weights he had organized earlier in the week. Whistling a faint tune into the silence, Scott tapped at a switchboard. Directional lights flickered to life, illuminating the table below. A dull hum of machinery was heard as an array of cameras woke from slumber; blinking red dots blipped into existence from the shadows. Scott laced his fingers together, scooping his ball horizontal to his body, then dropped it with a splat to the work surface. The orb jiggled slightly from the force like a boiled ostrich egg. Scott then tied off his nut, effectively mounting the thick organ to the table. It had no chance of escape. The spotlights hit every angle perfectly, the cameras were recording, Scott was feeling good. Scott grunted with effort as he picked up a waiting iron plate. He then rotated the plate vertically and carefully positioned his nut under the weight, shivering slightly at the sensation of cold steel on his warm babymaker. After a few attempts, he was able to perfectly divide the orb down the middle with the edge of the weight. Slowly, he let the weight rest onto the beleaguered orb, flattening his egg as the pressure increased. With each millimeter of distortion his huevo took, his cock grew at the same rate to full mast. At a maximum size of three inches, his full raging erection did nothing to interfere with the fixed path of the weight, which was slowly sinking deeper into his reproductive organ. His minuscule cock twitched with each wave of nut pain as if begging for a pleasurable caress, but it had been years since Scott had even touched his shaft. Scott's testicle was one of incredible size and girth, easily surpassing a large orange in mass and absolutely churned with semen. The first inch of meat around the dense nugget was easily distortable, such that a cruel thumb or vice could dimple its flesh. It's hardness massively increased towards the "core" of his nut, taking on a rubber like feel and similar elasticity. The durable innards of his nuts were seemingly invulnerable to blunt force, distributing weight like a perfect shock absorption device. His nut's tenure in his body was truly impressive, due to the constant abuse the organ received. Tonight would be the ultimate test. With measured precision, Scott lifted his hands from the iron weight, pinching his nipples tenderly and moaning with the sensation of nut pain.
The sight on the counter below was one of extreme brutality. Maintaining pressure on the weight with his left hand, he reached down and grasped a rubber mallet with his right. I dont know, but for a few seconds I saw him without trousers. Greg was sat down on the bed by his mother and his Aunt carol stood overhead. January 18, The two of them were very comfortable with their masculinity and were both often in a state of undress even before their relationship took a sadistic turn. The talked for a few minutes then Aunt Carol tilted her head and looked at Greg and smirked. Brian cried and ran around the room yelling, "Help!!! His goal was to have the most incredibly tough and virile testicles possible so high sperm counts were a must for his goals. He reached down and pulled on the device. It came to rest languidly on his muscular leg, like a bruised kumquat. Translated Old Story - My sister and her girlfriends. Although Jim is a pretty odd case, I may need to try some new experimental methods. He planned to nail each nut to the board with all his might, with the hopes of splitting his nuts such that they could not be repaired. Subtlety was her strong suite and there was an undefinable sexiness about that. This clip ended with Josh zooming in on his friend's anguished face before panning down to his crotch. Clunk, squick. We were forming some sort of gang together. Like I could pop it right now He sported well developed pectorals and perfectly contoured abs that led the eyes naturally to his impressive manhood. The haven't had much sex and concentrated on learning, but two times they both needed a pause and the kissing and cuddling resulted in fast but releasing sex. I got suspended for stea What are we going to do about our little problem here? December 24, His carefully trimmed nail dimpled each large organ brutally, his inquisitive fingers pressed into his balls inward towards each other as if Josh was attempting to make his fingers touch through the meaty organs. Eyes wired to the tortured orb, Scott gripped the top of the weight with both hands and forced the weight toward the table in a jerking motion. His rippling abs had developed through years of athletic training and daily cardio. The following story is a translated version of an imaginary story I wrote when I was 15 years old. The older man's trained legs were spread wide and his bulging thighs directed the eyes casually towards a massive tent in the sheets indicating his father was enjoying a pleasant dream. To describe her physically, one would remark her face first and foremost; piercing green eyes shaped not so much with an angry expression as a dangerous one, cheeks thin but not gaunt, and her full lips always marked with a thin layer of lipstick that added just the right colour that begged you to kiss them. His Aunt Carol gave a scornful look at Brian as he wildly shook his head saying, "No n-n-no!!! They arrived about 2 hours later. She gave it to his mother. There was a noticeable bulge in his basketball shorts where a jockstrap attempted in vain to secure his member. Josh felt something give slightly under his toes and came explosively from the sensation. He spent many nights using both hands to bring his cock to the brink of orgasm while his son crushed his nuts against the garage floor. He would stroke his massive black cock until his shaft was so engorged with blood it began to hurt. After a few minutes I realized that somehow I was standing in the middle and everybody was looking at me. Gently, Josh lifted the covers at the base of the bed and snaked his hands up towards his father's morning wood, caressing his dad's muscular thighs which were covered in a thick layer hair before reaching his target, his fathers massive orbs. He managed to get his right testicle out, but the device crushed his left just before he tore it of and threw it away. I tried not to think about it and not to look there again, but my curiosity won. A cacophony of wet noises filled the room as Josh gradually began to increase the speed of his thrusts. It was so engorged with blood it was almost painful and a steady stream of precum was now streaming from his cock and dribbling onto his abs. Each ball fit into a separate side. A damp spot was rapidly forming at the precipice of the tent in the sheets as the first of his fathers virile juices began flowing. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, With each blow, a subsequent arc of semen was let loose from its endless basin, coating Scott's body with his own gravy and filling his waiting mouth with ever more cum. The closest he had come was when he was 9. His cock, however began to inflate as the gears began turning in his head. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, He wanted it to crack so bad. They set themselves the goal that everyone was going to spend the night with a girl.
Clementine and Max - Ball Stretching - Part 2. March 18, It is now one week later, a beautiful Saturday. Max woke up alone in his bed. Clem was home by her parents. With one hand, Max grabbed his balls to stand up. He went into the bath and carefully sat down onto the toilet, again grabbing his balls and holding them up, so they won't reach the toilet's water. The last week was really hard for his balls: The weather was beautiful and Clem wanted to go hiking and they also made a cycling tour. Clem also took Max to a newly opened trampoline park. Max knew that would hurt, he negotiated, that afterwards, he was allowed to remove one of the four weights hanging above his balls. If he knew how much jumping on trampolines with weights on his hanging balls would hurt him, he would have declined. After showering, he checked how low his balls were hanging today. Clem asked him to do so. Since wearing the first weight, more then 10 days have past and Max was sure, that if the exam results would not be ready soon, his balls will hang around h. Read more. Clementine and Max - Ball Stretching - Part 1. February 24, When Clementine was again looking for new things to try out with Max and his balls in the web, she came across many pictures of reeaally low hanging balls. At first she thought that as this would be probably permanent, this would be to extreme to try out. But pictures of balls nearly hanging next to the knees keeps popping up during her search and with each picture, her lust increased. She surrendered and focused her search on how to stretch the balls and all the implications. She read a lot of reports from people having done various things to stretch their balls and read into the matter more and more. She was dripping wet and started fingering herself midway. The haven't had much sex and concentrated on learning, but two times they both needed a pause and the kissing and cuddling resulted in fast but releasing sex. Post a Comment. Translated Old Story - 3 girls and their revenge - The second boy. February 19, Lisa pulled the next piece of paper out of the cap. Anna grinned "Then I can enjoy my revenge next! But before that Jamina was allowed to start the torture of Simon. She went over to his bed and sat down between his legs. She put her knee on his testicles and slowly bent forward, squeezing his testicles harder and harder. The more she bent forward, the more his balls hurt him. When her breasts were getting closer and closer to his mouth, Simon saw his chance to bite: he spat out the gag and bit into Jamina's left breast. She screamed in pain, jerking back and almost crushing his testicles to pulp. Are you crazy? You'll pay for this! First she played a little with it, before she slowly started chewing on it harder and harder. Simon screamed at every bite and so Anna and Lisa had to quickly gag h. Old Story - The Train Wanker. January 11, It was 8 pm on a saturday evening and I was in a nearly empty train to get home. On the opposite seats across the small gangway sit a beautiful and young girl, texting on her smartphone. One row behind me sits a creepy guy, who is always staring to the girl. I was reading a good book on my kindle and since the chapter ended, I wanted something to drink and looked up to search for the bottle of water. I drank and looked outside. It was getting dark outside. I looked over to the girl who was still staring on her smartphone. But wait On the first look, I did not realize, but in the window beside the girl I could see the guy behind me. He was I dont know, but for a few seconds I saw him without trousers. I looked away, embarrassed that he may have seen me through the mirroring window.