Saturday, December 24, 2011

Blake’s Aches Part 1: Boy Meets Girl

First off, let me say that I wish everyone happy holidays with a lot of food, fun, and good cheer with friends and family.

Below is a story written in collaboration between Reg and myself, based on the pic from the last post.  We both hope you enjoy it!


Blake was on an all-time high as he walked back to his house early on Sunday morning.  Like most young bucks his age, Blake fashioned himself as a stud, a total player and God's gift to women - and he had the track record to prove it.  Girls seemed to just lining up to get the chance to be with him, but there was only one girl he wanted.  Lucy Lawlen.  He'd lusted after her for years without success, but after last night, she'd just become the most recent notch in his belt, and perhaps the biggest triumph of his young teenage life.

Just the thought of her smooth alabaster skin, her flowing blond hair and bouncy, pert breasts made him get hard all over again. 

Lucy was two years older than Blake, which meant he spent most of his adolescent years lusting after a girl who had been perpetually out of his league. Over the years he'd tried his best to get her to notice him, but all his attempts had led to failure.  In Lucy's eyes, he was just some random kid who kept pestering her - and she didn't have time for him. But Blake suspected all of that was about to change the summer after his 16th birthday. 

Puberty came late to Blake, but when it did, it came like a flood.  Within weeks his voice dropped, his muscles grew and little thick black hairs began growing under his arms and just below his navel.  At the same time, the developing situation in his underwear meant that his boy-parts were finally being upgraded.  Seemingly overnight, his cock had grown long and thick, and his balls had ballooned to the size of two fat walnuts.

The first few weeks after the change were a bit of an adjustment for Blake.  In some ways, it felt like he was walking around in someone else's body.  Clothes fit differently, and girls began to take notice him more and more - which only complicated the fact that he was usually sporting a raging boner day and night.

It was around that time when Blake got his first hand job in the parking lot behind a Dairy Queen.  It was the first time he'd ever cum from somebody else touching him, and the feeling had been AMAZING.  Then few days later, the same girl gave him his first blow job too.  Luckily for Blake, they were in her father's car at the time, and she ended up having to swallow his entire load to prevent his spluge from staining the upholstery. 

After that, Blake dumped her and moved to one girl after another, some times he even had two girlfriends at a time.  The first time he had sex happened on his parent's bed, with a slightly chubby girl he'd sat next to in math class.  She was a bit of a nerd, and even though she wasn't one of the 'popular girls, sex with her was always amazing.  She even let him fuck her in the ass a handful of times.  Of course, in the end, he moved on - but it sure was fun while it lasted.

Over the course of just a few months, Blake had built up his reputation as a lady's man, but the truth was that none of the girls he went out with were capable of fulfilling his lustful appetite.  In the end, there was only one girl who would - or so it seemed to Blake at the time.

With school already out for the summer, Blake spent most of his days at the public pool that was only a block away from his house.  He took great enjoyment in flaunting his growing muscular physique for all the girls and middle-aged women who frequented the pool area, and even went so far as to buy himself a bright banana-yellow speedo that hugged his body so tightly, it left little to the imagination.  Blake not only enjoyed, but he welcomed the looks his package elicited and often did what he could to draw attention to him.

There were two regulars in particular he liked to flirt with, a pair of 30-something cougars that always sat in the far corner of the pool area, back behind the diving board.  Whenever they looked at him, it felt as though they were devouring him with his eyes.  Blake loved the attention, and often went out of his way just to walk by them and give them a wave - but today he was feeling brash and decided he'd stop and chat.

"Hello Ms. Crenshaw, Ms. Willis.  How are you today?"  Blake said as he climbed out of the deep end of the pool, his lean body glistened in the sunlight and dipping water as he sauntered toward them. 

"Fine Blake, just fine.  I see you've come to the pool again.  This is the third day this week."  The slightly heavier woman said as she pulled her sunglasses off and peered at him beneath the rim of her sun hat.

"Yeah, well . . . swimming is good exercise, you know?"  Blake said, his hand gently caressed his washboard abs.

The movement seemed to draw their gaze, but not to his taught stomach, but rather the large, dripping mound in his speedos, which when they got wet, took on a semitransparent look.

"Yes, we can see that dear."  Ms. Willis cleared her throat.

Blake could see that they wanted his cock, and decided to have a little fun with them.  Reaching behind his head, he arched his back in a long stretch, thrusting his pelvis out toward them. 

"I've got another 30 lap set to do before I head out."  Blake grinned.  "I'm thinking about trying out for my high school's swim team this year."

"Oh really?  My niece is on the team, Lucy.  Do you know her? I think she goes to your school. In fact, she's swimming over there right now."  Ms. Crenshaw noted, pointing to a blond beauty that was gracefully gliding through the water. 

He took a step forward and stared.  It was HIS Lucy.

Blake felt a catch in his throat and his bravado seemed to falter.

"Uh, excuse me ladies."  He said rather abruptly.  Turning, he slid his goggle back into place and took a running dive into the adjacent swimming lane.   As he swam,

He excused himself quite abruptly and pulled his goggles back on before diving into the deep end after her.  As he moved through the water, he tried rehearsing what he would say, but nothing came to mind, and in the end, he just decided to wing it. 

He swam a few laps along side her, but once she noticed him following her, she quickened her pace.  Blake's taught young muscles strained as he moved through the water as if it were air.  They kept swimming like that for a few more laps, before finally he decided to show off a bit and raced to the far edge of the pool.  By the time Lucy caught up, Blake was leaning back on the pool's edge. 

"Did you see that?  Pretty good, right?"  Blake tried to sound confident, but to his own ears his words sounded forced and clumsy.

Lucy stopped when she got to the shallow end and brushed  back a few strands of blond hair that had fallen out of her pony-tail.  "Yeah, I guess."  She shrugged un-enthusiastically.

Blake scowled a bit and rose up to his feet and adjusted his googles, using the opportunity to flex his chest and show off his bulging speedos.  "Come on, that was more than just ok."

Lucy's eyes flashed down toward Blake's groin for just a moment.

"I don't think so." Lucy sighed as she leaned back against the edge of the pool.

Blake frowned.   "Come on, you can admit it!"

Lucy regarded him with one eye open.  "Excuse me, but do I know you?"

Blake's mouth dropped open.  "Seriously?  You don't recognize me?  I'm Blake.  Blake Harris?  We go to school together!"

Lucy shook her head. 

"You've got to be kidding me.  You really don't remember me?"  Blake couldn't help but sound incredulous. 

"Nope, sorry."  Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

Blake couldn't believe it!  He practically thought about Lucy Lawlen day and night, and yet she didn't even know who he was.

"Well, anyway, I know you're on the swim team, and I was thinking about joining."  Blake said, trying to mask his displeasure.  "I've been training for weeks, and I've already added 10 pounds of muscle since I started my regiment.

"Whoopie."  Lucy rolled her eyes.

"What, you don't believe me? Feel for yourself."  Blake grabbed her arm and placed it on his taught bicep.

Lucy's first instinct was to recoil, but something about this kid told her that he wouldn't leave her alone unless she pretended to play along.

"Oh, I see what you mean."  Lucy said, her eyes suddenly filled with fake awe.  "Oh my gosh, you've really grown, haven't you?"

Blake's eyes widened and his mouth grew into a shit-eating grin.

"You bet, I've been working on my pecs, lats, quadriceps, even my glutes." Blake said, flaunting each muscle group in turn.

He couldn't believe it!  As if somebody had just turned a switch, suddenly Lucy seemed to be interested.  He seized on that, and played it up as much as he could.

Lucy forced herself to smile as her fingers grazed the raised edges of his muscled physique.  "My, you're quite the little beef-cake, aren't you?" 

Suddenly being the recipient of Lucy's undivided attention was getting Blake very excited, so much so that he failed to detect the fact that her words were dripping with sarcasm - which only made what he did next worse.

"Yeah, I've been growing a lot lately, but then, that's not the only thing.  In fact, I'm growing right now."  Blake took Lucy's hand under the water and placed it on his throbbing dick.

Lucy's eyes instantly narrowed and her grasp tightened around Blake's rigid pole.  The action sent sparks coursing through the young adolescent's loins.  Blake gasped and his eyes fluttered with excitement. Then Lucy's other hand slid under the water and cupped his nuts.  "Oooh, such small balls for such a big DICK." 

Blake's eyes snapped open and he froze in horror as he felt her hands close around his private parts and begin to bare down on them.

Then Lucy began to shriek. "Don't touch me, you little PERVERT!" 

Her screams instantly attracted the interest of the other swimmers and pool-goers. 

Blake tried to back off, but he couldn't go anywhere so long as Lucy kept kept his vulnerable nuts trapped in her vice-like grip.  He threw his head back in a silent scream and his strong male body writhed in helpless agony as the girl bore down on his tender young meatballs.

“Now go home and practice jerking off, kid! It may be useful when you grow some balls!”  Lucy screamed, pinching Blake's gonads in a particularly nasty nut-claw.

After what seemed an eternity, she released her torturous hold and Blake collapsed, barely conscious against the side of the pool.  The air felt oppressively hot and suffocating, and the weight of the stares around him seemed to press down on him, but Blake was oblivious to all but the pain radiating from his groin.

For the rest of the summer he avoided going to the pool.  His humiliation had just been too much for him to show his face there again, and while the ache in his balls slowly retreated after a few days, Lucy's poisonous words remained seared at the forefront of his mind.  He tried to reminded himself that he was a stud, through and through, and he could pick up almost any chick he wanted - so why was he hung up on just this one girl?  She'd rejected and demeaned him time and time again, and yet, she remain irresistibly illusive.  But it was more than just that.  This time she'd gone to far - she'd insulted his very masculinity and used it against him. 

It was from that point that Blake became determined to not only bang Lucy Lawlen, but to reclaim his honor as well.

For the rest of this summer he focused on his body, working out and taking supplements to build up his muscles, all the while he planned his revenge.  By the time school started back up, he'd gained another 15 pounds of pure muscle and he even grew a short goatee to fill out his new look.  He'd never looked better in his life, and the girls his own age all flocked toward him, and though he ended up nailing a few of them, he always kept his eye on the prize, which was Lucy. 

His moment finally came  during a party on the weekend before Halloween.  Despite the fact that many of his fellow teens were driven by emotions and hormones, Blake had always been a planner, and that night, was the culmination of his greatest scheme ever hatched. 

Blake stood outside a large house that stood among a row of colonials in the better part of town.  From inside, thumping music blasted out through the windows and open front door as several figures loitered around the large wrap-around porch.  No one seemed to notice him and he didn't bother to talk to anyone.  He was a man on a mission, and he needed to keep his eyes peeled. 

After nearly 45 minutes of waiting, he finally saw his target.  What he knew about John Spence mostly came from his reputation, which was a big-muscled head bully, but that wasn't important.  All that mattered to Blake was that he and Lucy were dating at the moment, and he planned to use that to his advantage.

As John walked up the driveway, Blake could just make out the dark spandex skeleton costume and a white cloth mask wadded up in his hand.  He was tall like Blake, but probably 30 pounds heavier and his dusty blond hair flopped over his high forehead in long, wispy bangs.

"Hey, you John?"  Blake asked casually.

John stopped in his tracks.  "Yeah, who's askin?"

Blake shook his head.  "That blond chick, I think her name's Lucy, she's your girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah,"  John replied hesitantly.  He didn't recognize this kid, and wanted the conversation to end - soon.

"Yeah, well, she was just out here, but she went back behind the house.  I think she wants you to meet her back there."  Blake said, pointing to a patch of dark bushes along the side of the house. 

John's scowl softened.  "Oh, ok.  Thanks bro."  He waved in appreciation and headed toward the back of the house.

Blake smiled.  "No problem, bro."  He waited until John was out of sight and made sure no one was watching before he followed after him.

Despite the loud bustling atmosphere of the party within, out behind the house it was dark and quiet.  Blake heard John stumble up ahead as he made his way toward the back yard.

"Luce?  You back here?  Where are you baby?"  He called out into the darkness.  "Luce?"

The stupid jock was beginning to sound frustrated.

"Lucy, quit messing around and come out!"  He shouted into the darkness.

Then when a branch snapped just behind him, John spun around and came face to face with Blake.

"You . . . what the-"  John's question was cut short with a groan as Blake slammed his knee directly into the stomach, causing the high school senior to curl into a ball and dry heaved.

"What the hell man?"  He coughed, but Blake's fist sailed through the air and collided with John's head just above his right temple.  John staggered back, his field of view suddenly obscured with bright flashes of light like a series of fireworks.  Then, before he knew it, he felt his legs get swiped out from under him and his center of gravity shift and he went crashing down onto the ground, hard. 

Blake winced sympathetically and smirked.  "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."  He reached into the bushes and pulled out a length of cord and some duck tape.  "Alright buddy, just like still."

"Screw you, you little punk!"  John cursed.  "I'm gonna kick your ass."

Despite his disorientation, he appeared to have some fight left in him.

Blake shook his head.  "Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

John rubbed his head where a welt was already forming.  "You better run, cause when I get up, I'm going rip you a new asshole, you little - SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!"  John moaned and his large frame seemed to collapse down into himself as Blake slammed his fist into the big bully's groin. 

The form-fitting skeleton costume gave such easy access to John's unmentionables, it was just too hard to resist - which prompted Blake to end the debate with a wicked punch straight into the bigger boy's gonads.  The strike had driven home, right to where John lived - but just to make sure, Blake sunk his fist into the large bulge a second time, effectively knocking the dumb jock out of commission for good.

Blake leaned back on his haunches and smiled.  That turned out to be easier than he thought.

He spent the next few minutes stripping John of his costume.  He was even heavier then he looked, and it made it difficult, but eventually he managed to strip the spandex suit off completely and was surprised to find John wearing only a skimpy leopard-print thong underneath.

'Looks like somebody thought he was  going to get lucky tonight.' Blake chucked to himself as he stripped off his own clothes and pulled the costume on.  Despite being a few inches shorter and slightly underweight compared to John, Blake found the costume was still tight, hugging his body closely especially around the crotch where it bulged obscenely.  He tried repositioning his junk, but there wasn't much he could do.  The costume that John picked out didn't leave much room for modesty.

When he was done, and John was safely tied and gagged behind one of the trees in the back yard, Blake made his way toward the front of the house.  There were some people were still hanging around the front porch, but Lucy was nowhere to be seen.  Blake pulled on his mask, then took a deep breath and then he headed through the front door.

Inside the music was loud and the house was thick with teenage partygoers.  Finding Lucy in all of this was going to be tough.

He searched through the living-room first, scanning the darkened corners as he made his way toward the back of the house.  It was hard recognizing some of the people there in their costumes, and Blake suddenly realized that he didn't know what Lucy had come to the party as.

As luck would have it, he ended up practically bumping into her on his way into the kitchen.  She was standing in the doorway, talking to her friend Ann who she'd apparently come to the party with.  Lucy was dressed as what appeared to be an angel with a flowing white dress, a pair of feathery white wings, and a tinseled halo above her loose, flowing blond hair.  Even the soft fluorescent glow of the ceiling light seemed to flood the space around her, giving her a more angelic look - but Blake knew first hand that Lucy Lawlens was no angel.

"Hey babe," Blake greeted her, trying his best to keep his voice low and sound confident.

"Hi sweetie!"  Lucy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a kiss.  She lifted up his mask just enough to expose his lips and gave him a long, passionate kiss.  She tasted like alcohol and cigarets.  "Nice costume!"

Lucy gave him a sultry look and squeezed his left buttock.

Blake yelped.

"I'm glad you finally got here.  We've been waiting for a while, where were you?."

"Uh, I know.  I'm sorry . . . I . . . got held up."  Blake replied quickly.  "I sure could use a drink."

Lucy appeared to be nodding her head along with the thumping party music, but her friend Ann scowled.  "Hey John, what's wrong with your voice?"

Blake cleared his throat self-consciously.  "Err, nothing.  I must be catching a cold or something."  He replied quickly.

"Oh no, not my baby getting sick.  I know just the thing to make you feel better."  Lucy said playfully, a few of her words slurred into one another.

Ann rolled her eyes. 

"Come on."  Lucy said, pulling Blake by the hand.  "I saved a room upstairs."

Ann sighed.  "Don't take too long.  I don't want to be stuck here by myself all night."

Lucy turned back and winked as he led Blake through the crowd of half-drunk teens.

Ann folded her arms and shook her head as she watched them leave.  She didn't know what Lucy saw in her boyfriend.  John could be a real prick some times, and he was none too smart either.  He didn't even know not to where white shoes with with black costume - but then, Lucy appeared to be much more interested in the heavy mound jutting out between her boyfriend's legs rather than notice his clashing footwear.

Blake followed Lucy as she led him up the stairs and into the first bedroom they found.  It appeared to be a guest room, but more importantly it was quiet and empty. 

Lucy locked the door and slowly stepped out of her silk white gown. "I think we have to be quick.  Ann wants to leave soon." 

She turned, exposing her lush, beautiful breasts, leaving Blake totally stunned.

"What's wrong?"  Lucy said with a frown.  "You still want to do it, don't you?"

Blake gathered his senses and nodded his head. 

"Well come on then, no reason to be shy."  The blond goddess smiled.

Blake lunged forward, as his hormone-infused teenage body reached out and grasped his dream-girl's pert breasts for the first time.  Lucy didn't stop him, instead, she reached down and rubbed the massive erection that was straining against the spandex costume.

Blake let out a moan as he began kissing the soft, white mounds while Lucy jerked on his shaft a few times before she unzipped his costume and pulled the pants off along with his underwear.  His cock immediately sprung up to greet her, the head already glistening with precut. 

"Oooh, nice.  I swear this thing is bigger than I remembered it.  You must really be turned on."  Lucy cooed as she tugged on his prick.

"I want to fuck you so hard."  Blake moaned.  At that moment, he was being totally honest.

"Ok, did you remember to bring the condoms?"  Lucy grinned seductively. 

Blake reached for his pockets that didn't exist.  "Uh . . ."

Lucy shook her head and drew him close.  "It's ok, I'm on the pill anyway.  Just don't cum inside me, ok?"  She reached up to kiss him and began pulling his mask off.

"No, wait.  Leave the mask on."  Blake suddenly blurted out, before he could think.  "I, uh . . . it'll be like a game."

Lucy stared into the eyes that peered back through the skeleton mask.  "Kinky? Alright, we can try that."

Blake breathed a sigh of relief and then without further adieu, Lucy spun him around and threw him down on the bed. 

"Get ready, I'm going to ride you like a stallion."  Lucy said as she reached for Blake's stiff member and slid on top of it.

Blake let out such a moan, it made Lucy grin with lust.  "Just remember to pull out before you cum."  She reminded him.  Then she spun around, and in reverse cow-girl fashioned she began screwing his brains out.  It was the best fucking Blake had ever experienced in his life, and after only 90 seconds of pure heaven, he knew he was ready to cum. 

"I'm so close."  Blake moaned as thrusted his love-pole balls deep into the blond beauty's warm pussy.

"No, not yet.  It's too soon.  Come on baby, hold it, just another minute,"  Lucy whimpered as she danced atop his cock.  She reached between her parted legs and began to knead Blake's ballsac roughly. 

Blake let out a groan. 

"You like that, don't you?  Yeah, you like it when I play rough with your balls.  Come on baby, fuck me harder . . . harder . . . HARDER!!!"  Lucy shouted as she twisted and turned on Blake's knob like he was a bucking bronco.

Blake felt his heart beating in his chest like a runaway locomotive and his testicles begin to tighten as they drew inward toward the base of his dick.

"I don't think I can hold it much longer . . ." He whispered.

"Yes you can, just a little longer."

Blake let out a low, throaty moan, but the urge to cum had become to much for him to resist.

"Oh Shit!"  he whispered as he felt his sexual juices begin to percolate through his loins.

"Yes!"  Lucy shrieked

"Oh, Fuck!" 

"Oh, yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . here it comes,"  Blake groaned, and an instant later, his cock erupted deep inside Lucy Lawlen's tight little twat as she continued to pump and grind on top of him. 

"Awwww . . . fuck . . ." Blake moaned happily as he gradually came off from the best orgasm of his life.  Even without seeing it, he was sure that he'd just shot his biggest load ever.

When he stopped thrusting into her, Lucy spun around to see what was the matter.  Even through the mask, she could see the look of deep satisfaction on his partially obscured face.  "Did what I think just happen, actually happen?"

Blake smiled sheepishly.   "I think so."

Lucy groaned.  "You stupid shit, you came inside me?  You were supposed to pull out."  She whorled around and smacked Blake's broad chest.

"Sorry."  Blake shrugged his shoulders.  "But I did warn you.  I guess you were just too good of a fuck."

"Sorry?  What the hell's the matter with you?"  Lucy said angrily as she pushed herself off him.  Blake's cock was shiny, dripping with both their juices and still standing at attention.  "What the fuck, now I'm going to have to get tested, all because you didn't know how to use a little self control!"

She reached for his head like she was going to slap him again, but instead she grabbed for the mask and yanked up, revealing a face that didn't belong to her boyfriend.

"Oh!" She cried in surprise.  "Who the hell are you?  What the fuck is going on here?" 

Blake was speechless. How was it that she still didn't recognize him?  Sure the room was dark and she'd been drinking, but still!

"Relax.  We're just having a good time."  Blake replied nonchalantly.

"You little fucker, you just raped me!"  Lucy screamed.

"I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want to do."  Blake smirked as he scrambled up onto his feet, but Lucy was quicker and grabbed the closest thing she could - which turned out to be his cock - and gave it a vicious twist.

"Ughhhhhh,"  Blake moaned and fell back toward the wall.

"I'm going to neuter you, you little fucker!"  Lucy shrieked.  Then with amazing precision, she lurched forward and drove her knee squarely into Blake's dangling nuts, which were still uber-sensitive after having just cum.

"Awwww, my fucking balls, you bitch . . ." Blake gasped as he folded in half - but Lucy was still on the war path, and she charged for a second strike. 

Blake reflexively pushed his arms out, knocking Lucy back into a dresser.  The impact was loud and suddenly she dropped to the ground in a heap.

"Lucy?  You ok?"  Blake winced as the pain in his nuts forced his stomach to clench tight and he was suddenly filled with the strong desire to wretch. 

With Lucy out cold, he decided to leave her there and get out while he still could.  After all, she was going to be pissed when she came back around. 

Pulling his costume back on turned out to be a longer and trickier process then he'd imagined, considering the amount of pain radiating from his balls that only intensified with every little bump along the way.  When he was finished, he checked on Lucy one last time to confirm that she was alright.  Then he pulled on the mask and headed back down to the party and didn't turn around as he left out the from door.


Blake awoke the next morning feeling better then ever, like today was the day he might conquer the world.  After the previous night's party, he'd stayed out and ended up spending the night at a buddy's house where he spent hours basting in his victory over Lucy - the Ice Queen - Lawlen.  Both he and his buddy agreed that the conquest had been epic, and would most assuredly earn him a place of honer and fame amongst his classmates.

After a quick bite to eat that morning, he was out the door and on his way.  He still hadn't quite decided what to do with his day, but he was already half way home before he realized where he was headed.  It didn't matter particularly, but a shower was probably a good idea.  It would give him a chance to wash Lucy's stink off him and to put on some fresh clothes.  At the moment he'd been forced to free-ball it after having left his boxers behind in the bedroom with Lucy, but at least he'd remembered to pick up his hoodie and jeans on his way out from the party.

That made Blake wonder if Lucy's boyfriend John was still tied up against a tree in that ridiculous leopard-print bikini.  Whoever found him would almost certainly raise an eyebrow to his stylish choice in underwear.  Most likely he wouldn't be happy, but he'd probably be even more pissed when he found out that someone had stollen his identity and used it to drill his girlfriend at the party.  Poor guy.

Then his thoughts turned to Lucy.  He didn't feel a single pang of remorse for what he'd done to her - in fact, just the opposite.  Years of torment and neglect coupled with the disastrous encounter at the public pool a few months earlier meant that she got was she had coming to her, and more.  Getting to bang her had just been a bonus.

Blake felt himself getting hard and rubbed his crotch gingerly as the memories of the previous night slowly played themselves out in his mind.  Luck had been on his side, and for once his anonymity was going to pay off.  Lucy hadn't recognized him, which meant he was going to get away with it without getting caught.

Just then as he turned the corner a block away from his house, he saw a slight curvy figure in ass-hugging denim shorts and a tight maroon t-shirt heading his way.  It wasn't until they got closer that he realized that it was Lucy's friend Ann, who he'd seen the night before while he had pretended to be Lucy's boyfriend.  He wondered what she was doing there.  As far as he knew, she didn't live in the neighborhood. 

As she approached, Blake noticed that Ann wasn't looking up at his face, but was studying his shoes.  Blake looked down and couldn't figure out what she was staring at.  They were just a normal pair of white Rebocks with a bit of red trim. 

"Hey there."  Blake grinned confidently.  "Like what you see?"

Ann wasn't nearly the cold-fish that Lucy was, though she wasn't quite as hot either, she did seem to have her own brand of voluptuousness.

"Hey."  Ann replied as she continued to scrutinize him.  "Nice shoes you've got there."  Then after a moment, "You're Blake, right?"

"Yeah."  Blake said hesitantly.

"I'm Ann.  Remember?  We talked a little last night at Jean Evan's party."

Blake shook his head.  "Uh, I don't think so.  I spent the night over at my buddy's house."  He did his best to lie as convincingly as he could.

Ann cocked her head to the side.  "Oh really?  Then I wonder how your underwear ended up in Jess' guest room."  She pulled out a wad of white cloth turned out to be his rumpled boxers with his name imbedded in the back waistband where his mother had stitched it. 

"Oh, I uh . . ."

"You remember me now, don't you?  'Cause I certainly remember you."  Ann pressed, holding his underwear out in front of him, hooked against just one finger.

Blake's eyes widened and he suddenly had the look of a kid who was just caught reaching into the cookie jar. 

Suddenly he lurched forward and grasped for the incriminating undies, but Ann had expected that, and had pulled it out of his grasp, while at the same time, her foot was sailing up between his muscular legs and buried itself into the big bulge in his jeans. 

Blake moaned and bent forward, cupping his shattered manhood. 

"What kind of dumb shit are you?"  Ann bent forward so that she could see his face.  "You practically raped my best friend, assault her boyfriend, and you leave behind evidence with your name on it?"  Ann clicked her tongue.  "Rather sloppy, if you ask me."

Blake blinked his eyes and with his hands still nursing his balls, he felt practically helpless.

"I'm sure the police will be real interested when I hand this over to them."  Ann said with a wink and spun around to leave.

"Give those back!"  Blake shouted and leapt toward her.

Perhaps if he'd been less scared he would have acted more rationally, but in the moment his reasoning was being governed by fear.  Sensing danger, Ann dropped in a defensive position, and used the bigger boy's momentum against him as she'd learned in her woman's self-defense class and spun away in one fluid movement.  Then with a loud groan, she powered her knee between her assailant's open legs.


Pain exploded in Blake’s young testicles as they were violently smashed into his pelvis. He slowly bent forward, yelling out hoarsely in shock. Slowly he doubled over in agony as both hands clutched desperately at his tortured groin.

"FUCK, right in the nuts!"  Blake gasped as the familiar, crippling pain was surging up through his hard young body. He coughed deeply as his stomach spasmed, clenching his teeth and fighting the urge to drop at her feet and curl up into a ball.  "Why does it always have to be my fucking nuts?"

A huge grin spread across Ann's face.  "Why?  Because it's the preferred way of handling douche bags such as yourself."

Slowly Blake raised his head, his face screwed up in pain. Through his blurred vision he could see the malicious girl still standing close while she mocked him. The sight of her strong female legs made him shudder at the thought. Oh fuck, all that power against my poor balls! He gently rubbed his poor battered testicles, praying for the pain to subside.

For a few seconds Ann watched him groaning and retching in agony.  Then she grabbed his hair and reached into his side and removed a piece of white cloth she had spied hanging out from his side pocket.

"Well look here, a second piece of evidence."  She said a she held out the mask to the skeleton costume from the night before. 

Blake coughed hard and slowly rose to his feet.  "That's not mine."

"Oh, please."  Ann snorted.  "It's over pal, and now your screwed - which incidentally is the first thing that's gonna happen when they put you in jail."

"No!!!" Blake roared and charged in a blind rage, grabbing her wrist.  Luckily for Ann, she was able to twist away and stomp her heel against Blake's shin and managed to slip away.

Ann took a moment to weigh her options.  Now that she'd confirmed her suspicions, the smart thing to do at that moment was to run, while her attacker's mobility was still impaired , but her instincts told her that she could handle anything this young little teenage punk could throw at her. 

In truth, she knew Lucy wouldn't go to the police.  Rape would be a tough charge to stick considering the circumstances, and at this point, Lucy didn't want to help adversities the fact that she'd been duped into nailing some loser sophomore.  That just left Ann.  If anything was going to be done to right this situation, it was going to be left up to her.

"Come on little boy, get up.  Let's see what your made of, tough guy!"  Ann rose her fists like she was ready to box.

Blake couldn't believe it.  This girl was actually throwing down the gauntlet. 

"Come on!"  Ann screamed.  She sent a light kick into Blake's hands and drove them further into his crotch.  "GET UP!"

“Fuck you!” Blake roared as he slowly rose to his feet.  He puffed out his chest and clenched his fists in an effort to conceal the horrible pain still radiating from his scrambled eggs.

“What are you waiting for?” Ann scoffed mockingly.  She new getting Blake angry would only act more rash and careless “Did I hurt your weak little boy balls?”

WEAK, LITTLE BOY BALLS?  Blake's blood boiled with rage, turning his young handsome face crimson.

When Blake's first swing came, it came hard and fast.  Lucky for Ann, she had seen it coming, and was already moving back out of his reach before it could connect.  She easily blocked his second and third jab, before landing a moderately hard blow to Blake's solar plexus and spun back away.  Ann's plan was simple.  She was biding her time, wearing Blake down until she could find an opening and exploit it. As it turned out, she didn't have to wait for long.

Blake gasped in pain and grabbed his side after a series of jabs to his ribs.  This gave Ann the opening she had been waiting for.  Rearing back, slammed her palm into Blake's nose.  It wasn't enough to cause a break, but the blow left Blake stunned and he recoiled as he reached for his face.

"Too easy."  Ann said aloud. 

Pleased with the predictability of Blake's reaction, she took her time and aimed carefully before she launched a thunderous kick between the teenage boy's muscular thighs.  Ann yelled in trump as her lethal foot struck it's target.


Her instep deflated the prominent bulge in his jeans like a baseball bat, making Blake howl in agony. Ann watched excitedly as the cocky young stud stumbled and his face contorted in horror as he clutched again at his tortured groin.

Blake was dumbstruck. His jaw dropped and he gazed down in disbelief as the truth struck home.

Blake groaned holding his taught stomach and doubled over as the pain surged through his body and rocked his tall frame.  He felt like a dying gladiator with a broadsword plunged through his guts.  His legs wobbled as he moaned, cautiously slipping one hand into his tight jeans to assess the wreckage between his legs. His fingers slid down the length of his cock, which was still amazingly  half-erect.  'At least she didn’t break my dick!'  He thought ruefully.  Then he reached down lower and cradled his battered scrotum, crying out in agony as he probed his tortured genitals.  Gritting his teeth he rolled his tormented balls in his fingers, he thanked God when he discovered they were full, firm and still intact. 

Ann bent over him and grinned.  "How you doing down there stud?  Can I get you a bag of ice?  You stupid mother-fucker!"  She shouted and kicked him in the ass.

Blake let out a muffled groan.

"Serve's you right, you piece of shit.  Next time you think about coming near me or my friends again, and I swear I'll pop those two pathetic grapes you call testicles."

Blake shook his head and grunted again.  He still had one hand buried deep inside his pants and he was making a pitiful noise, gasping, retching and crying out in pain.

Ann suddenly wondered if maybe she'd gotten off lucky and had actually burst one of his worthless balls.  Blake sounded like a dying animal, but then, why the hell was he still standing?

Ann took a step closer to get a better look, when suddenly Blake's arm flung out and wrapped around her waist and charged forward into a parked car.  This time it was Ann's turn to groan as she was thrown back while Blake's shoulder dug into her stomach.  Trapped between the car and Blake's body, there was no room to maneuver as she desperately slammed her fist down on the boy's muscular back.  Then before she knew what was happening, pain suddenly exploded from her crotch.

"Let's see how YOU like this!" Blake roared as he plowed another uppercut between Ann's legs.  "Payback's a bitch, and so are you!" 

After grinding his fist hard into her crotch, he began hammering away wildly against her groin, even after she'd managed to close her legs, he just kept pummeling the area with a constant barrage of his fists until he was totally spent. 

Ann was bent over the Blake's back, her eyes streaming from the sudden sharp pain between her legs. At least she'd managed to close her legs, but Blake's punches had been painful and they'd taken something out of her.  If she didn't do something fast, she could well find herself at the mercy of a very pissed off guy she'd nearly neutered with her kicks.

Blake was still crouched down in front of her, and appeared to be rearing himself for another chance to pound her pussy, but Ann didn't let that stop her.  Before he even got the chance, she leaned forward and grasped the back of his jeans with one hand while using the other to slide along Blake's hard stomach and thrusted her hand deep inside his jeans.  The fact that Blake wasn't wearing any underwear just made her job easier, leaving his delicately dangling fruit easy to grasp and ripe for the plucking.

"What are you doing?  Get off my dick!"  Blake yelped in shock and squirmed as Ann's finger's rummaged around his jeans.  Initially her plan had been to merely distract him long enough to get away, but she was utterly shocked by all the meat Blake was packing in his pants.  She just couldn't help herself, and before Blake knew what was happening, she'd already begun stroking his shaft, gently tugging and squeezing his long, thick prick.

God, it felt so good!  Despite the ache in his nuts, Blake could feel his member start to pulse in her hand. He gritted his teeth, sighing and rolling his hips, when suddenly his world fell apart.

Ann felt the Blake's muscles tighten as she held his dick in her grasp.  She was thoroughly enjoying the power she was exhibiting over him as she cruelly stroked his thickening cock knowing his dirty mind was utterly distracted by her sensual touch. He had dropped his fists and was now panting and moaning in desire.  She waited until he was completely under her spell before she finally let go of his meaty rod and delved deeper until her fingers closed firmly around the real prize.

Ann lower herself so that she could look directly into Blake's eyes.  "Give me one good reason I should crush your nuts right here and now."

Blake's eyes suddenly snapped open, as if he'd awoken from a dream only to discover he was living inside a nightmare.  After being flattened twice already, his fragile nuts were insanely sensitive even to the slightest touch. 

He clutched Ann's wrist and began to beg.  "Ooooh no, please . . . please . . . don't break my balls." 

"Hmm, that's not very convincing."  She grinned as she twisted his ballsac between her fingers.  Holding on to his cock was one thing, but his young dangling balls were far more elusive, slipping through Ann's fingers like a bar of soap.

"Oh God, no!"  Blake body squirmed and writhed under Ann's firm grip.  "Please, no, I'll do anything.  Just don't hurt my balls!" 

"How about you start out by keeping your mouth shut?"  Ann hissed as she scanned the block street for witnesses.

Blake's head rolled back against the car.  "I give, I fucking give.  Ohhh, my balls."

"Just shut it, ok.  I don't want to hear another word about your pathetic balls."  Ann whispered.

". . . they hurt so bad . . ."  Blake began to sob.

Now both of Ann's hands were shoved inside Blake's jeans and she was smiling wickedly as she rolled the teenager's tender nuggets between her fingers.  Surprisingly they were rather heavy and denser then she'd imagined.  Then, bringing all her strength to bear, she crushed his meaty orbs between her fingers, causing Blake to thrash uncontrollably.

"I want you to remember this feeling, right now."  She said softly after she suddenly eased up a moment later.  "Because if you ever mess with me or my friends again, this pain you're experiencing right now will be the last thing you feel before I pop these worthless balls.  Do you understand me."

Blake nodded his head violently and squealed like a stuck pig as Ann bore down on his trapped gonads once more to emphasize her point, but this time she didn't show any signs of easing up.

'I can’t take it, she’s going to burst my damn nuts!' He thought to himself, as images of what his life would be like if he lost his balls then and there suddenly flooded his mind.  No wife, no children, no sex, just sad, lonely life devoid of happiness and his manhood. 

His screams were suddenly cut short by an explosion of pain as her bony fingers dug deep into the delicate flesh of his young orbs. Blake gagged as he fell to his knees, it felt like she was tearing his heart out with her hand…No it was worse than that, more like his balls were being fucking raped by her finger nails!!!

Blake's field of vision collapsed down to a small point on the sidewalk as wave after wave of pure testicle pain burned throughout his entire body.  Then everything began to get dark and all that he heard was the faint sound of footsteps moving away from him.

- Jake in his yellow Speedos -

- Jake laid out on the sidewalk with Ann walking confidently away -

Monday, November 21, 2011

Add your own caption . . .

I love this pic and thought it would be fun to share your ideas as to how this guy ended up sucking pavement and nursing his bruised gonads.  Is he a an incompetent mugger, a cheating ex-boyfriend, or a nagging little brother who just got pwned by his big sister?  You tell me!

I've been looking for new F/M story ideas to write about and I have a few more pics of this guy, so if someone comes up with a good idea, I'll probably write up a full-length story on it!       


Monday, October 31, 2011

Chronicles of a Cum Vampire: Episode 3

*** Warning, this story contains extreme ball busting.***

To read the rest of the stories in this series, click here.

Darius stirred in his seat as five black hooded figures were brought into his chamber.  Their handler was a thickly muscled young man, his garb fashioned out of a series of belts and metal rings, and a leather thong stuffed with an obscenely large bulge that shifted from side to side as he walked. From head to toe, his body was covered with coarse black hair, and even his face had a thinly trimmed beard that accented an already strong, square jawline. He was quite a specimen, and something in the way his eyes reflected the flickering candle light have him a feral look. 

The initiates were drawn up in a line and then in one movement, turned as one to face him and pulled back their cowls. Five handsome faces stared back at him.

Darius sat back, pressing against the plush cushions of his high-backed chair.  He took a deep breath, tasting their distinct odors. Each initiate gave off his own scent, a diverse mixture of sweat, blood, testosterone, and semen. 

Then with a slight nod, Darius signaled for Salem to begin.

His servant nodded in reply and stepped before the first initiate.  He touched a single clasp that caused the robes to slip off the boy's shoulders, on to the floor, revealing the tall stud's lean frame and rippled chest.  Darius' sharp eyes regarded the late teen's good looks and snapped down to his manhood, which was ample. 

Salem went down the line until all the initiates were disrobed and their magnificent bodies were revealed.  Both brash and brazen, each boy fit the textbook definition of a college stud.  They knew better than to speak out of turn, but that didn’t stop them from checking out the guy next to them. None of them had anything to be ashamed of, and they knew it – after spending a lifetime of using their good looks to get their way with teachers and coeds alike.

Five naked young men with five sets of young, tasty testicles dangling invitingly between each pair of spread legs stared back at the vampire.   

If he had a heart, Darius would have felt it swell at the sight - but his eagerness wasn't fueled by sexual desire - such human attachments had long been abandoned - but hunger.

Darius' cunning had reached new heights the moment he decided to take over Phi Gamma Delta, the biggest frathouse on campus.  For centuries he'd stalked from one community to the next, picking off a human here or there, before moving on to stalk new prey.  The idea of settling down in one place had never appealed to him, but prospect of having a never-ending supply of fresh, young jock-juice was too enticing to pass up. 

Infiltrating the fraternity had been child's play, and within a week he'd managed to not only remove the chapter president, but to install himself as the de facto leader of the organization without anyone noticing.  Then with the aid of servant Salem - a young werewolf in his thrall, he began glamoring and draining the balls of all the frat boys one by one, but even they could not sate the vampire's hunger.  Before long, Darius began expanding the fraternity's membership rolls with a rash of new boys along with 'secret induction rituals'. What happened during those ceremonies were a mystery to everyone outside the frat, and the occasional disappearance of a boy seemed to fuel the rumors - none of which ever came close to the depravity of the real truth. 

Darius stood up from his thrown.  The sheer strength of his presence seemed to fill the room, commanding all eyes to look upon him.

"Welcome gentleman.  After tonight you will be inducted as full members of Phi Gamma Delta.  I hope you all understand what an honor you are being accorded.  It is an opportunity few are given."  Darius said in a low, raspy voice that sounded like paper tearing as he looked over the five young bucks.  "Tonight, one final test lies before you as initiates."

Darius placed a tall, ornate goblet onto a short pedestal that stood before them.  Despite its tarnish, it appeared to have gold encrusted jewels placed around it.

"Your task is designed to test your commitment to this fraternity and willingness to give something of yourself to make it stronger.  It will also measure your ability to motivate yourselves and your fellow brothers to face adversity overcome it."  Darius hissed like a snake.

"You have one hour to fill this chalice with essence of your seed."

The young man glanced toward one another with looks of surprise and confusion, unsure whether they'd understood.  Then they watched as Salem picked up a large wooden hour-glass in the corner of the room and turned it over.  "Your time begins now,” growled Darius’s second in command.

A few of the guys immediately reached for their cocks and began stroking without hesitation, and a moment later, all five guys were jerking off in front of the cup.  There was no time for asking questions or modesty.

Darius circled the huddled group, his pale, clawed hand slid from one muscular body to the next as the hot youths ferociously worked their members until each was sporting a massive erection.  Part of the screening process for new initiates required the individuals to be well-endowed, and these boys certainly didn't disappoint.  More than once, the vampire had to fight back his natural instincts to snatch one of the hung studs by their big, bloated scrotum and suck them dry until their testicles shriveled up like a pair of raisins. 

A handsome brown haired boy was the first to blow his wad.  He had a short, lean stature, which made his 9 inch uncut dick look obscenely large and out of place on the small body, and two hefty balls that swinging between his legs at a pace that matched his jerking hands. 

"I'm gonna cum," the boy announced suddenly and rushed over to the pedestal, nearly missing the chalice before the first spurt of his sticky boy goo splattered the inside of the golden vessel.

"Oh shit," he cried and adjusted his aim, filling the bottom of the cup with his 'special sauce'.

The moment the first whiff of the boy's fresh cum hit Darius' nostrils was almost intoxicating.  Such young, supple bodies, full of life and just within reach . . .

Seconds later a dark complexioned Italian looking guy standing a few inches away began to moan as he furiously pumped his thick, meaty member.  Darius closed the distance between them in a blink of an eye and ran his bone-white fingers across the hunk's young flesh.  Then the vampire gripped the boy's testicles in his hand and sensed the semen boiling within, and squeezed the delicate orbs.

The stud shivered, as if his body had been blasted with a cold draft air, and he quickly grabbed the chalice off the pedestal and aimed his long dick down into it like a garden hose.

The boy let out another great moan as he emptied the contents of his balls into the vessel.

The vampire's eyes widened at the sight of all that fresh, young cum.

"Yes, good . . . very good."  He managed a grim smile as he continued to massage the Italian stallion's big, heavy nuts.  "I can see you're going to be a valued addition to our brotherhood.  What is your name?"

The dark haired boy grunted as Darius gave his bloated ballsac a firm squeeze.  "Kaylan."  He croaked painfully.

Darius' dark eyes seemed to penetrate into the boys very soul. 

"Well Kaylan, if you continue to show this sort of . . . aptitude, I suspect you shall climb quickly up the ranks of our organization."  He said, roughly fondling the boy's big, beefy nuts a few moments longer before retracting his grip.

"And you?  What is your name?"  Darius was addressing the short brown haired boy who had managed to cum first and was already half way to his second orgasm.

"I'm Caleb."  The boy replied.  It was almost a moan, he was so close to cumming.  He seemed to be enjoying their challenge judging by the energy with which he thrust his hips and gyrated his body.

Darius' gaze became transfixed on the way the hypnotic way the boy's plump twin orbs sailed back and forth, unencumbered between his lean muscular legs.

"Oh God, yes . . . yes, here it comes."  Caleb suddenly inhaled sharply and a look of sublime peace came over his face.  Then his cock sputtered to life, and dumped a second batch of his baby-batter into the chalice.

Darius wiped the rim of the cup where a drop of Caleb's still warm concoction had landed and placed his finger up to his lips.  The boy tasted delicious - a balanced mixture of sweet and savory.  If only the rest of the initiates tasted as good as Caleb, tonight's activities would result in a real feast, indeed.

After the first ten minutes things were looking good.  All the boys had managed to shoot off their first wad and were well on their way to filling the chalice half way, but things quickly began to stagnate.  But by the halfway mark, things hadn't progressed much farther.  While Kaylen was just bagging out his second huge of the night and Caleb was working on his third, the other boys appeared to be falling behind.

Darius had returned to his throne to watch events unfold from a distance while Salem continued made his presence known by occasionally stepping into their midst and checking on the progress of the goblet.

It was quickly becoming apparent to all that they were in trouble.  At this rate, it didn't look like they were going to be able to meet their challenge to fill the cup in the allotted time, the consequences for which would be much more severe then not being admitted into the fraternity.  Now that vampire's hunger had been awoken, he was going to have his meal - one way or another.

Seeing their predicament, though not fully appreciative of the danger that both their lives and gonads were in, Caleb suddenly did something unexpected.

Stopping mid-stroke, he paused to watched as the guy next to him, a cute guy with curly brown hair, was pumping away at his softening cock.  His eyes were closed so tightly in concentration, it looked like he was almost trying to push himself closer to orgasm by sheer strength of will.

Caleb put his arm around the struggling hunk and rubbed his torso.  "Hey there, you need a hand?"

The boy jumped from the sudden intrusion into his personal space.  "No, that's ok.  I've got this."  He replied warily as he continued to pull and tug on his floppy prick.

Caleb bit his lip.  "I'm Caleb.  What was your name again?"

"Dustin,"  the other boy winced as Caleb grabbed his nutsac.

"Ok, relax Dustin.  I'm just trying to help you," Caleb said, gently fondling the cute boy's balls.  "Wow, these suckers feel like they are bursting with cream.  I bet you could fill the rest of that cup up just with these if you wanted too."

Dustin's face turned beat red from the compliment.  "Thanks."

"No seriously, these are some grade-A stud eggs you've got here."  Caleb said with a big reassuring grin as he massaged and rolled the dense orbs around inside Dustin's sac. 

Dustin let out a little sigh as he became more and more comfortable with another dude kneading his tender nut meat.  In practically no time - just a matter of minutes - Caleb's constant ball-play had him hard as a rock once again.

"Harder," he whispered, his eyes were still slits and his head was arched back. His chest was heaving with each new breath.

Caleb grinned and put additional force into his deep ball massage.  Abandoning his one hand technique, he focused all his energy into rubbing, grinding, and squishing the cute, mussy haired boy's bloated gonads for all their worth. 

The handsome teen's young, hot body revved up like a Ferrari, and within seconds he was ready to blow his load.

At that point Caleb decided to take over completely, taking the boy's shaft in one hand and maintaining a slow, teasing pace while continuing to manhandle the poor boy's fat baby-makers. 

Caleb looked up to see that Kaylan was following his lead helping out another initiate.  A few feet away, he was urging on a hot hispanic pledge, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his six-pack abs. 

"Shit, that's gonna make me cum . . . keep doing it . . . faster . . ."  Dustin whispered into the nape of Caleb's neck.  Caleb responded by pumping Dustin's cock faster into his hand while yanking down on his scrotum with several tough, hard yanks.

Dustin let out a low, guttural moan and his body seemed to flex like a stretched rubber band.

"Get the cup, I'm gonna cum . . . hurry I'm cumming!"  Dustin bellowed. 

Caleb just managed to point his dick into the chalice before a thick torrent of white jizz spurted out of his loins. 

It was an orgasm the likes of which few had seen besides the vampire - the kind that seemed capable of rocking buildings off of their foundations.  Dustin's cock just kept spewing splooge, squirt after squirt as Caleb continued to coax and cajole more and more of the gooey stuff out of his over-eager sperm banks.  It seemed to go on forever, but even when it eventually did end, Caleb's fingers remained imbedded into Dustin's poor testicles, digging into the soft fleshy orbs until finally he could take no more and fainted, collapsing to the floor in one big heap and nearly knocking over the pedestal and chalice in the process.

Caleb let out a shout and snatched the cup just before it was about to fall, only daring to breath when he was sure the contents of the chalice hadn't spilled.

“Holy crap, did you guys see that?”  He shouted excitedly.  “I squeezed the cum right out of this guy’s nuts and, PEW!  Did you see how big that load was?  He damn near filled the cup up all on his own.”

“Good thinking!” Kaylan grinned.  He was still standing beside the Latin hunk and rubbing his thick thighs. Then experimentally, he reached out and gave the stud's meaty nuts a gentle tap.

The stud grunted and coughed, but it was unmistakable.  His dick had grown harder.

“Shit, you’re right, it works!” Kaylan exclaimed as he began tapping the hunk’s beefy ballsac in earnest, smacking the heavy orbs back and forth, this way and that, like a cat playing with a toy.

The stud groaned, clearly unhappy to find his nuts on the receiving end of Kaylan's persistent slaps, but he managed to take the abuse unflinchingly and continued to work his cock until it became a hard, rigid pole.

 "Bring that thing over here, we're gonna need it in a minute.  Antonio here looks like he could blow any second now!"  Kalyan grinned and snapped his fingers into the poor hunk's heavy danglers. 

"Ughhhh!"  The hot Latino flinched.

Caleb did as he was asked and lowered the chalice in position as Antionio pumped his meat harder and harder into his fist.  "Come on man, lets finish this.  Bust that nut so we can end this!"  Caleb shouted enthusiastically.

Antionio didn't respond.

"Yeah buddy, let go of that load."  Kaylan grinned, tapping his fingers into the big stud's plump nuts.  "Quit stalling and give it to us already!"

Antonio's face tightened and he let out a groan.  He was close, but Kaylan's playful little nut-taps were now turning into full-fledged, ball-jarring slaps.

"I can't cum if you keep smacking me in the balls like that!"  Antonio squealed as his juicy plums were flattened again and again against Kaylan's large hand.

"You better, cause I'm not stopping until you shoot!"  Kaylan replied, with a particularly nasty punch that rammed into both of the Latin stud's cahones.

Antonio moaned and tried to grab his balls, but not before Kaylan's fist smashed its way into his big, loose scrotum a second time. 

Antonio cringed and held his balls, his cock twitching violently as the first jet of cum sailed into chalice.

Caleb and Kaylan grinned at one another as jet after jet of creamy sperm came flying out of Antonio's cock, filling the chalice nearly to the brim with his love-juice.

"We did it!  Look, it's full!  We competed the task!"  Caleb shouted joyfully and hugged the two naked boys in front of him.

Salem stepped forward and peered into the cup.  Then he glanced at his master, and then gave the boys a grave look.  "The challenge was to fill the vessel - in it's entirety." 

Kaylan, Caleb and Antonio shook their heads in disbelief.  There was still a thin ring of gold visible just below the rim of the cup.

"Do not delay, the end of the hour draws near," Salem added, gesturing to the hour glass.

Caleb looked dejected along with his fellow initiates.  How could they make it this far, only to fail in the end? 

His fellow initiates were staring back at him with the same dejected expression on their faces.  Then suddenly, he realized that there had been five of them when they'd started, but one of them was missing now.  He turned around, scanning the darkened room until he saw the thin blond hunk cowering in the corner.  He was holding his dick in his hand, which looked small, shriveled and limp.

"Hey you, come over here, we need your help!"  Caleb called over to him.

The tall boy shuffled toward them slowly, like a child who had been caught and was returning home to receive his punishment.

"We're almost out of time, but we just need a little more from you and we're in!  Caleb said, shoving the chalice in the boy's face.

The boy ran his hands through his strawberry-blond hair as he gently stroked his flaccid cock and shook his head.  "I'm sorry, I would if I could man, honestly, but I think I'm all tapped out."

Caleb and Kaylan gave the boy an incredulous look.  "It's alright, we can help . . ." 

"No, erhm, it's alright, I -"  Before he could get out another word, the two boys were on top of him, bearing him down to the floor.

"Grab his arms - hold him, hold him!  I've got his legs."  Caleb barked as he seized control of the boy's manhood before he knew what hit him.

"There's no point in fighting it man.  We just want to make sure we get into the frat."  Antonio croaked from a few feet away, still nursing his bruised manhood.

"You know him?"  Kaylan asked, holding down a flailing pair of arms.

"Sure, that's Josh, my roommate from first semester."  Antonio replied.  "Didn't know he was pledging until I saw him here tonight."

"Now just lay back and relax, we'll take care of everything."  Caleb was whispering as gently cupped the blond stud's balls and began jerking his dick.  He was getting quite good at this, and despite his soft start, Josh was showing wood in a matter of minutes. 

Kaylan glanced at the hour glass and frowned.  "Come on man, you've got to hurry up, we're almost out of time."

"I know, and I don't need the pressure right now."  Caleb whispered urgently.  He took one look at the hour glass and then bent down and slid the blond stud's cock into his mouth.

Josh grunted in surprise, but the warm wetness of Caleb's mouth felt amazing - and his dick practically hardened instantly, and after only a few more minutes, he was moaning and ready for release. 

Caleb worked to the last second, sucking and slurping away until he felt the other boy's dick become rock hard in his mouth.  Then when he felt his balls pull up against the base of his shaft, he pulled away just in time and managed to point the rapid firing cock into the chalice.

Josh's hips bucked and dick convulsed, twitching violently as a thin, clear stream slowly trickled down the length of his shaft - none of which landed in the cup.

"What the hell man?  All that and you're firing off blanks?"  Caleb spat.

"Shit, I should have known."  Antonio, who was hovering just above them suddenly piped up.

"Known what?"  Kaylan asked.

"Josh here is what some might call, a serial masturbator.  He was always jerking off, day and night, can't tell you how many times I caught him in our room."

"Yeah, so?"  Kaylan pressed.

"So, on a good day he's probably walking around half empty as it is."

"So what?  Are you offering to make another deposit?"

"Hell no, I just about rubbed my dick raw.  I'm just saying. . ."

"What, that there's no hope?"  This time Caleb piped up.  "Well, you're wrong.  Josh here is going to help us make our challenge, one way or another."

The malice in his voice was unmistakable.

Frightened, Josh panicked and tried to bolt, but Kaylan and Antonio were already on top of him and pinned him down with their weight.

"Hold him, this could get messy."  There was a wicked grin on Caleb's face as he scooped up the blond's soft, hairy nutsac and drove his fist directly into the two fat orbs. 

The impact of bone on balls made a sad CRUNCH.

Josh screamed.  His arms and legs flailed violently trying to break free of his captors as big, proud nuts were pounded mercilessly by the smaller boy's fist.  First a dozen, then two dozen - strike after strike hammered into the blond stud's softening sac until his wails filled the chamber.

"Come on, you selfish prick.  Give it up!  I swear to God I'll pound your balls to mush if I have to."  Caleb cried as he hammered the trapped boy's gonads with ruthless efficiency, until his scrotum was bright red and his balls had swollen up to nearly twice their normal size.

Kaylan and Antonio watched frozen in horror as Caleb grabbed Josh's nuts and squeezed them like a mad man, forcing some of the frothy jism to ooze out through the bulbous end of his soft penis.

Caleb grabbed the chalice and let Josh's stolen spunk drip into the cup.  It was a slow, excruciating process, and the cum began turning more and more pink over time, until finally - SQUICK!  Josh's big left nut caved in on itself and dumped a bucketload of cum into the chalice and overfilled it to the brim.

The room suddenly went silent, expect for Caleb's heavy panting.  Everyone's eyes were glued to Josh's half-ruined sac and the overflowing goblet of cum in Caleb's hand.

Then Darius stood up from his thrown slowly and began to clap slowly.  The sound was eerie and hollow, and gave the boys goose-bumps.

"Well done my sons, well done! You've successfully completed your final test.  At this time tomorrow evening, you shall be inducted into the brotherhood and earned the right to become full members of Phi Gamma Delta."

Caleb didn't move, he just kept staring at Josh's still body.

Salem reached down, taking the chalice and presented it to his master, who promptly swallowed the thick white mixture in one long gulp, the energies that they imbued began radiating throughout his body.

The boys stared, speechless.

Darius savored the mild, alkaline flavor of the combined boy’s spunk.  Then when the moment passed, he turned to his servant.

"Remove them from my chamber, and bring in the next group."  Darius commanded coldly.

"Yes, my Master."  Salem bowed.

"And leave the boy," Darius added, gesturing toward the passed-out strawberry blond stud laid out on the floor.  "I may get hungry while you're gone.

Salem nodded and bowed once more.  Then he gathered the four remaining initiates and lead them out of the chamber in single file.  None of them spoke or dared to look back at their fallen comrade and hurried away from the vampire's foreboding presence. 

- The incoming pledge class. -

- Collection time for the initiates. -

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Updates . . .

It's been a while since I posted my last story, but don't worry, I've been working on several stories over the last month and will be releasing them soon, the first of which will be the next installment of Chronicles of a Cum Vampire for Halloween!

Secondly, there's a new clips4sale store that I think many of you F/M guys might be interested in checking out.  She Owns Your Manhood is only a few weeks old, but already has a sizable collection of ball busting, tease and denial, and female domination clips.  You can check out their Youtube channel or their blog, Sweet Ballbusting and other Emasculations for previews and updates!

At the moment, we are in the midst of discussion for some of the lovely ladies from She Owns Your Manhood to act out scenes from my very own BB stories!!!!

Exciting times here at ballbustingtales.  If you have any requests, please post your favorite F/M busting scenes from the stories on this blog (or any other busting scene for that matter) in the comments section of this post, or contact Sweetness directly on her blog!

Thanks guys, and keep posted!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Brett Jordan's Balls Must Die!!!

This is a story of betrayal and revenge, and features the return of one of the most popular ball busters ever to appear on this blog.  Jess is back, with her sister Marie, and together they are dispensing justice the only way they know how - kicking mean boys in the balls!  Moreover, it comes accompanied by a three-panel cartoon, illustrated by the world-famous bb artist, Knave!  Sit back, relax, and enjoy!


In the third row from the back of the stands, Jess watched the players in their red and grey uniforms begin to disperse across the field.  WIth football practice finally over, Jess saw her sister standing at the far side of the field, talking to some of the players.  She assumed one of them was Brett, but they were too far away for her to be sure.  Jess sat back and breathed in the warm September air.  At this point, there was nothing she could do.  Things had been set in motion and  the success of their plan was going to hinge on whether Brett took the bait, but that was up to Marie now.  

Marie had called her sister over a week ago to ask her advice.  A few weeks back, Marie's best friend Stef had become involved with Brett Jordan.  He was a real-life teenage heartthrob, with a reputation for going through girlfriends very quickly.  His courtship with Stef only lasted for a week, and after only two dates and a truck-load of empty promises, Stef allowed Brett to go all the way with her.  Then, the very next day, Brett moved on to his next conquest. 

When Marie discovered what had happened, she decided enough was enough.  They were going to teach Brett Jordan a lesson he'd never forget.  Of course, when she told Jess her plan, Jess not only wanted to help with the planning, she wanted to be there when it was implemented.  So, when the day finally arrived, Jess skipped her afternoon college classes and drove three hours to be home in time to take part in the fun.

Even from this distance, Jess could tell her sister looked hot.  Her hair was blond like Jess', but cut short, and accentuated her gorgeous emerald eyes.  And the cheerleading outfit that she borrowed from her friend Stef fit her like a glove, highlighting all of her assets.  Her butt jiggled in the tiny red skirt, and her luscious D-cup tits seemed to stretch her top to it's limit.  There was no way Brett was going to overlook her.

Luckily, Jess was right - and she didn't have to wait for long.  A tall, handsome, dark haired boy broke off from a group of players and approached Marie.  They talked for a few minutes, and though she couldn't hear their conversation, it was clear that Marie was flirting with him.  Then, Marie took him by the hand and led him out of sight, back behind the bleachers.


Jess grinned.  Things were going just as they'd planned.  Jess opened her bag and checked to make sure the camera was there.  Then she stoke up and started making her way down.


All of Marie's senses felt heightened and she got a rush off the adrenaline being pumped into her bloodstream.  She could smell the sweat soaking Brett's uniform, and could hear the steady beat of her heart in her chest like a drum.

She was leading Brett behind the stands on the baseball field, where no one would see them - except for Jess and Stef, they'd be waiting in the shadows, ready to step in at a moment's notice.

Brett didn't waste any time and grabbed her and began kissing her face and neck.  Now seeing him up close for the first time, it was obvious why he was so successful with women, despite his reputation.  He had boyish good looks, thick black hair, and a dimple set in his chin that probably won over every girl he met.

While Brett was still feverishly sucking on her neck, Marie slid her hands across his chest and explored his impressive physique underneath his shoulder pads.  Then slowly, her hand drifted against the firm ripples of his abdominal muscles, and lingered around his belly-button, before finally coming down to rest on the large, prominent bulge in his football pants.

Brett paused kissing and breathed in deep.  "Mmmm, girl, you don't waste any time, do you?"  He whispered as he bucked his hips and thrust his junk into her open hand.

Marie smiled and squeezed the stud's manhood gently, confirming what she already expected.

"Jesus Brett, you're not even wearing a cup!"  Marie pretended to sound amazed, but she'd already isolated his nuts and gave them another squeeze.

Brett moaned and resumed sucking on her neck.

"Yeah, that's right baby.  I don't bother with'em - they just slow me down."  Brett replied between kisses.

Marie grinned and kept continued to rub the large lump in his shorts.  "You know, you've got a really nice piece of equipment down here.  But aren't you afraid, going around cup-less, you might end up at the bottom of a pile-on and get your nuts crushed under some big, lumbering line-backer's cleat?"

"Don't worry baby, I'm the fastest running back in the county."  Brett smirked.  His face was handsome and radiated confidence.  "I can't run with a piece of plastic wedged between my legs!  Besides, my nuts are save and sound, I assure you, and they're working just fine now.  Come here and I'll show you."

Marie fondled the football stud's juicy gonads and smiled coyly.  "Is that right?"

"Why don't you get down on your knees, and you can test them out for yourself."  Brett said, already flexing his thick muscular arms as he pulled her down.

This was too fast!  She had to make sure Jess and Stef were in position.

"Brett - no, wait!  You're hurting me!"  Marie cried.

"Come on, I know you want it.  You've were all over me the minute we got back here.  Now just relax, and open up."  Brett said softly, as he began working the drawstrings on his pants.

Marie glanced at the outline of Brett's rigid pole grow inside his shorts and swung her fist into his testicles.  Brett groaned and jumped on his toes as Marie's fist buried itself into his crotch with a loud 'THUD.'

"Ughhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwww."  Brett moaned and cupped his balls with one hand, while still gripping Marie's arm in the other.  "Little bitch," he spat.

Marie giggled.  "I told you Brett - not wearing a cup was going to catch up with you."

"Shut it!"  Brett grimaced.  "You think it's funny?  Well now you're going to kiss it and make it all better."  He growled, twisting her wrist so hard that Marie let out a yelp.

"Alright, take it easy," Marie winced and futilely tried to pull away.

"Hey Brett,"  Stef appeared out from behind the bleachers where she had watched things progress and remained hidden, until now.  "When are you gonna learn to play nice?"

Brett spun around and no sooner did his eyes settle on the voluptuous curves of Stef's cleavage than the short brunette's bony knee found it's way up between his legs and crunched his already tender testicles.

Brett cursed as he slid down to his knees.

Both of the girls giggled.

Stef offered Marie her hand and pulled her up to her feet.  "You ok?"

"Sure, at least, I'm better off the Brett here."  Marie nodded in the direction of the stricken boy.  "Hey Jess, are you getting this."

"I sure am."  Jess called out, sticking her head out from behind the equipment shed.  There was a small camcorder in her hand with a red light blinking on the side.  "Now smile, your on camera!"

Marie and her friend smiled and waived back at the camera.

"Great!"  Jess grinned.  "You look fantastic!  The camera really loves you."

Brett rocked on his heels groaned.

"Ah, Mr. Jordan, glad to see you're still with us."  Jess zoomed the camera in on his stricken face.  "Tell us, how do you feel?"

Brett's eyes blinked and he mumbled something intelligible.

Jess shook her head and smiled.  "Looks like he could use some assistance.  Why don't you ladies help him get back on his feet?"

Marie and Stef did just that.  With a little bit of maneuvering, they even managed to spread his legs apart too.

"Better, thanks girls.  Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take my turn with our friend Brett, here."  Jess said, still pointing the camera at the three of them.

At the sound of his name, Brett lifted his head and squinted.  "What . . . why . . ."

"We're here to help show you the error of your ways."  Jess grinned and gave both girls a wink.  "When I was in high school, we knew just how to deal with boys like you."

Brett shook his head, not understanding.  Then a moment later, it all became crystal clear.

"This will show you to mess with my baby sister!"  Jess cried as her foot swung up and she kicked Brett square in the balls.

"Or her friends,"  Jess powered her leg up between his padded thighs and squished his nuts again. 

"Or any other girl that goes to this school, for that matter!" 

Jess followed with another mean kick, the toes of her right foot sailing into Brett's crotch, nailing his balls dead on.

Brett yelped in pain and collapsed on his back.  He rolled into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning as he massaged his newly smashed marbles.

All three females giggled and Jess zoomed in with the camera.  "Not so tough now, are you JERK?  When we're done, everyone in school will see you getting your balls busted by a group of tiny GIRLS!"

Jess handed the camera off to her sister and the two girls helped hold the busted jock's arms down as Stef took position between Brett's spread legs. 

Brett looked up at Marie and Jess, who only snickered back at him.  Then his eyes met up with Stef's.  "Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?"  He croaked weakly.

Stef huffed as she checked the back of her ponytail and shook her head.  "Seriously, you don't remember me?"

Brett stared at her for several long seconds.  Then he slowly shook his head.

"You can't be serious!  We went out three weeks ago, you know, before you started going out with that slut Megan Rosato!"  Stef fumed.

Brett squinted his eyes.  "Lisa?"

Stef's eyes flared and she placed her heel on top of Brett's swollen, tender balls.  Shifting her weight, Stef leaned in on Brett's nuts, flattening them like pancakes between her foot and his pelvis.

Brett let out an agonized squeal.

"We drove out to Thatcher Park and made out in the backseat of your car . . ."  The animosity in Stef's voice was unmistakable. 

"Sharon?"  He choked.

"Nope,"  Marie giggled.

Brett's eyes widened.  "No, no, no, wait - Aghhhh!"  The panic stricken boy shrieked like a terrified little girl as his meaty gonads were squashed underfoot of the jilted teenage beauty.

Stef's lips curled up at the edges as she stomped and twisted her foot into Brett Jordan's privates. 

"What's the matter?  Can't take a little PAIN?!"  Stef hollered over Brett's moans and pleas for mercy.  His forehead was beaded with sweat, and tears began streaking down his cheeks.  "Aww, are you crying?!  Big strong football player, MY ASS!"

Brett gasped, trying to catch his breath.  "Fuck you, little bitch!"  He spat out and regretted it instantly.

Brett let out a high-pitched yelp as Stef twisted the sole of her foot into his nuts, as if she were putting out a cigarette but. 

"OOOaaahhhh . . . ok, ok, I'm sorry."  He pleaded.  "Please . . ."

"Sounds like Brett here has a bit of a temper, wouldn't you say?"  Jess said, smiling into the camera. 

"Yeah, cocky too!"  Marie added.

"He sure does, and with little reason to be, if I recall."  Stef grinned as she rubbed the length of Brett's shaft with her toes.

Brett stared from one girl to the next.  He looked worn, and scared, and ashamed.

"What do you mean Stef?  Are you saying that ladies man, Brett Jordan, isn't packing all that much heat down there."  Marie zoomed the camera in on Marie's foot and Brett's package.

Stef cackled callously.  "Let's just say, it leaves something to be desired." 

That made them all laugh.

"What are we talking, three inches, or two?"  Marie giggled. 

Stef shrugged her shoulders.  "Who can remember when it's THAT pathetic?"

Brett looked horrified.  Perhaps his six inches didn't make him the 'biggest man' on campus, but at least it was average!

Marie zoomed back in on Brett's crotch as Stef alternated between gas-pedaling his tender jewels, and massaging his meaty member with the sole of her foot.

"Perhaps he'll turn out to be a 'grower.'"  Marie added.

"Well, I think we'll find out soon enough,"  Jess grinned and stroked her fingers through the jock's dark hair.

Stef tickled, teased, and fondled Brett's prick through his spandex shorts until erection became rock-hard and stretched against the elastic.

"Whoa, that thing looks like it's ready to blow!"  Marie snickered.

"It sure does, just look at it!"  Jess agreed.

"Come on big boy, shoot a nice big load for mommy."  Stef said coldly as she continued to rub her foot against Brett's manhood.

Brett croaked as Stef reared back and kicked the twin lumps just below his cock.

"Come on,"  Stef pressed, sending another kick into Brett's delicate orbs.  "If you don't cum soon, I suppose I'm just going to keep kicking these pathetic testicles of yours until they pop."

Brett's eyes widened and more tears fell.

Stef's foot slammed into the jock-boys's gonads, causing his body to buck and his dick to twitch.

"I think I just saw something move."  Jess grinned.

"Me too."  Marie added.  She was trying to hold the camera steady.

Stef lifted her foot above Brett's left nut and pressed down until the poor boy let out a groan.  Then she moved on to the right and did it again, and then back to the left.  Back and forth, she alternated between each testicle and bore down on it until Brett let out another moan. 

Marie zoomed the camera in and did an extreme close-up of Brett's tenting prick.  "Looks like he's ready Stef, you should finish him."

Stef nodded and pulled a stray hair behind her ear.  "I was just thinking that myself."

Brett swallowed the dry lump in his throat.  But nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come.

Stef released a flurry of kicks and stomps that made his stomach turn inside-out and the rest of his body shudder.  Then, in the middle of the barrage, Brett let out at loud moan and his hips began to gyrate as his poor baby-makers were squashed under the beautiful brunette's foot.  In a matter of seconds, his cock was shuddering and began dumping a big, salty batch of his baby-batter inside his shorts.

"Thar, she blows!"  Marie yelled out.

They all giggled at that.

Then Jess pulled the elastic band of his shorts down, sending Brett's dick flying up and smacking into this abdomen with a wet 'SLAP' as white goo continued to spill forth from its tip.

"Wow, look at that, he's still cumming!"  Marie beamed, following the ark of the drops of semen.

"And now, for the big finish . . ."  Stef grinned and isolating his right ball and flattened the orb against her foot.

In the same instant, Brett let out a throaty moan and a thick jet of hot sperm blasted out cock and splattered just below his left eye.

The girls all shouted in surprise and more laughter.

"Did you get that?"  Stef asked.

"Yup, all of it."  Marie smiled.

"Great, we'll upload it when we get to your house."  Stef said, wiping her foot against Brett's thigh.  "Well, as soon as everyone see's our little video, you're going to be through in this school ASS HOLE!" 

Marie zoomed in the camera one last time on Brett's face as he stared back at her, wide-eyed and scared.  He looked a mess, the tears on his face mingling with splash of semen across his cheek.

"That's it, I think we got it."  Marie said, turning off the camera.  "Thanks Brett, you've been a doll."

Stef twisted her heel into Brett's nutsac one final time for good measure.  Then the three girls picked up and left for the parking lot together, leaving Brett Jordan behind soiled and humiliated, to consider what was about to happen to his reputation the moment they posted that video. 

The consequences made him want to crawl up and die. 

He rolled over on his side, cupping his badly battered balls as new tears began to flow down his face.

-Here is the amazing commission by Knave, drawn specifically for this story-