Saturday, August 27, 2011

V-Victoria's Secret: Part 4 - The Finale

The fourth and final installment of a multi-part series written in collaboration between Nicholas and myself is now complete and can be read on his blog at

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

If you'd like to read the rest of the series, click here, or on the V-Victoria's Secret link under the BB-Series heading.  Enjoy!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Teaching My Roommate a Lesson: Part III

by Reginald

It’s hard to believe that only a few weeks had passed since my obnoxious roommate got his balls busted by a cruel, black dominatrix that I had hired specifically for the purpose. My goal had been simple: to get even with the dominant bully for constantly treating me like a worthless inferior. In truth, I shamelessly worshiped the sexy stud but my envy was only feeding his bloated ego and I needed to knock him off his perch.

So with this humble intention I had set a cunning trap to scramble Dan’s fertile eggs, assuming this would be my one chance to see my tormentor humiliated.

I have told already how I masterminded Dan’s downfall with the help of that black chick. I had watched in stunned silence as the arrogant jock was cruelly reminded where his weakness lay. Her brutal bitch-kick to his vulnerable, cum-filled jewels had left the mighty stud doubled over in gut-wrenching agony, his mighty muscles rendered powerless by the sickening pain from his sensitive balls. From that moment Dan’s fate was sealed and I easily disposed of the stricken hunk with a cowardly boot from behind that left him writhing on the floor, clutching his groin and begging for mercy.

Moments later, as I comforted my distraught room-mate with mock sincerity, it dawned on me that here was my opportunity to get what I really wanted from the sexy stud. And so, having convinced Dan that I was on his side, we struck a deal that would give me the chance to bust his hefty balls for the foreseeable future!

It was sweet and simple. We would each use our strengths to help each other. So Dan, with his obsession for physical perfection, would become my personal fitness trainer. Whist I with my “balls of steel” (or so Dan believed) would teach the big guy how to handle a low-blow like a real man. And that, I assumed was that.

If only life was so simple! For no sooner had my carefully laid plans fallen into place than the scenario changed again. It all started with the aftermath of Dan’s first ball-training session and, as usual with Dan, it involved a girl.

Before I had aimed my first knee at his low hanging globes, my macho room-mate started begging me to take it easy on his nuts, unwisely revealing that he had planned a date for the next day. Imagine my joy! As if abusing his big balls wasn’t sweet enough, here was my chance to inflict some serious sexual humiliation and I was determined to put the horny stallion out of commission for his big day.

With a cruelty that surprised even me, I slammed my knee each time, full force into those fat, juicy organs. I wanted to see the cocky stud squirming in gut-wrenching agony and I was hardly disappointed! It didn’t take much before Dan’s tough-guy façade was shattered once again and the former he-man was on his knees wailing about his weak, busted balls. But his pitiful pleas only inspired me to finish what I had started and by the end the wretched hunk actually passed out from the pain before almost puking his guts out at my feet.

Naturally I was dying to know if Dan’s mangled boy bits would be in working order for his big date. I got up early the next morning after a restless sleep, my dreams invaded by images of those big gonads getting pounded into defeat.

Dan didn’t emerge from his room until ten. I was sat on the sofa watching some mindless morning TV when he stepped out of the bathroom. He slunk cautiously into the living room, his swinging junk wrapped only in a skimpy towel that left nothing to the imagination.

“Hey what’s up?” I greeted him as if it was just another day.

“Hey,” he croaked weakly and slumped next to me. I was relieved that he didn’t seem too mad at me, considering I'd spent most of the previous day squashing his big, oversized gonads.

After shifting around in obvious discomfort , he reached one hand under his towel and leant forward moaning softly.

“So, um, you still feel a little sore?” I asked tentatively. I grabbed his shoulder and gently massaged the thick slab of muscle, trying to sound concerned.

Dan tried, halfheartedly, to shake me off and scowled.

"Just lay off me man, ok?" He groaned. His handsome face was screwed up in a wince as he fondled himself under the towel.

"Oh, my fucking balls," he muttered under his breath.

“I know what you going through. Believe me Dan, I know how it feels.” I empathized, still rubbing his back. "I did warn you that our first session was going to be hell, but at least those big nuts of yours passed the test with flying colors!"

He turned to me suspiciously, looking to see if I was mocking him.

“Yeah right!” he retorted, breathing deeply and flushing slightly. “Flying colors? You mean black and blue… Bastard!”

He spat the last word bitterly then winced, hanging his head in dismay. I inched away slowly, waiting for the cloud to pass until finally he bit his lip and turned to me. The anger in his eyes melted away, leaving only frustration and disappointment in its wake.

“Sorry dude, but you fucked me up really bad. It's been over 12 hours now and my nuts are STILL killing me. Seriously dude, it's worse then when that black chick came after me!"

He looked down, caressing his battered equipment. I couldn't help but smile to myself, proud that he ranked me even higher than Nagini. Carefully I adjusted my shirt to hide my swelling erection.

"Dan, I'm not sure what to say. I'm sorry you're still in pain, but believe me, you are one tough guy! Seriously, there were a couple of times I thought you were down and out but you just kept coming back for more.”

I paused, hoping he had forgotten how I dragged him to his feet as he begged for mercy.

“You just need to be strong and believe in this training. I promise, it'll pay off in the long run." I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Yeah right,” he muttered in resignation, still groping his junk under the towel. "God, everything's still bruised and swollen down there. I swear, if this fucks up my date . . . I mean, seriously, screw it man. I'm not going to risk my sex life any more for this stupid training!"

“Your nuts are still swollen?” I tried to look concerned but my voice revealed my utter disbelief. “Dude, you really expect me to believe that those monster nuts of yours can swell any bigger!”

He half smiled at the compliment and looked down at his groin. “It may be funny to you. But seriously man, why'd you have to knee me so fucking hard on the first time out? You knew I was planning to meet up with Veronica today.”

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll manage." I said with a wink. Then I remembered our wager from the day before. Half way through our training when Dan started getting cold feet, I promised him that if he wasn't able to perform for his date, that I'd pay his share of the rent.

I arched my eyebrow mischievously. "But if I'm wrong, and you're not the big, tough stud I thought you were, and screw that girl's brains out, then at least you won't have to pay next month's rent."

Dan scowled at my obvious affront toward his manhood. "How can I fuck anything with my nuts in this state?" He asked miserably, still holding his groin.

I sat silently for a moment, my mind filled with mixed emotions. Of course I was thrilled that my knees had busted this stud’s balls so thoroughly. On the other hand I was disappointed that my macho room-mate was so willing to give in. More importantly my carefully laid plans for busting Dan’s nuts now hung in the balance.

"Who'd you say the girl was again?" I asked suddenly, changing the topic.

"Veronica." He mumbled back.

"Oh, yeah. She's that Russian chick from the gym, right?" I pressed. "That hot, blond chick in the black Nike top that couldn't take her eyes off you?"

“Yeah, that’s my Vee.” He raised his head, breathing in deeply and glancing down at the ripped muscles of his torso. “She said she loved a man with muscles,” he sniffed sadly.

“No shit!” I shouted enthusiastically, rubbing his rock hard abs. "I saw the way she looked at you, and between you and me, she seemed even more interested in the contents of your shorts.”

“Come on, man.” I tried to sound encouraging. “You’re seriously gonna turn her down because your balls are a bit sore.”

“Sore? They’re totally fucked!” he protested.

"Calm down there, stud. It'll be alright." I said softly.

"How the hell would you know?" Dan snarled, but the moment he said it he appeared to regret it. A few moments passed between us before either of us said anything. Then Dan sighed and his head dropped back. "Sorry about my temper, I'm just frustrated, that's all."

"I understand, it's ok," I said, nodding my head slowly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dan paused as he pushed his fingers through his hair and looked up at me. The big stud scowled and stared grimly into space. When he finally began to speak, it wasn't in the harsh tones that I'd expected, but rather in a thin, nervous voice that cracked.

“Look man, I need you to do something for me… as a friend.” He muttered in shame as if at confession and I saw his face flush as he spoke. “It’s disgusting I know, but I really want your honest opinion . . .”

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for his next words.

"But, I figure, you've already seen everything there is to see . . ."

"Ok," I gulped nervously.

". . . and I guess it's fitting, since this is your fault, at least partly . . ." Dan said, already opening his towel.

I faked a look of distaste as I peered between his spread legs. I almost laughed at his attempts to hide his big cock from my site as I peered into the dark valley between his legs. There, partially protected by his tree-trunk thighs, lay the very source of his manliness. I gasped as my eyes focused on those juicy testicles, the fragile myth behind Dan’s male power. Despite the abuse they looked the same virile specimens that I so deeply envied and I had to resist the urge to grasp them in my hands.

"See? Just look at them! My balls look like they've been through a wringer!" He groaned as we both stared down at his tremendous manhood.

“I’m sure they ache, Dan, but seriously, they really look fine from here.” I reported casually, to reassure him.

He sat grimly in silence for a while, apparently unconvinced by my response.

“This is important,” he said finally. Then he stood up slowly, casting his towel on the sofa. He towered above me in all his naked glory, his entire manhood swinging heavily in front of my eyes as he turned to face me. "Sorry, man . . . but, I need you to check them properly,” he ordered.

I raised my eye brow. “You mean…”

“Yeah, whatever man just get it over with.” Dan frowned and looked away in shame.

For a while I gazed, entranced by his colossal flaccid member. Under his carefully trimmed pubes, the thick shaft swung down long and heavy, totally smooth from root to tip. The subtle bulge of the head was neatly enclosed in a tight foreskin.

Sensing Dan’s impatience I reached forward, brushing that flopping sausage to the side to reveal his tightly packed scrotum. My heart pounded as I tenderly stroked his bulging plums making the big stud growl like a threatened lion. Cautiously I cupped his big balls, weighing them in my hands before enclosing them carefully in my grasp to assess their size.

“Aaagh,” Dan groaned, his body tensing as he realized his vulnerable predicament. "Take it easy!" he shouted.

“It’s ok,” I said soothingly. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body and I was getting turned on by the feel of his big, tender nuts resting in the palm of my hands, fully aware that I could bring him to his knees with one little squeeze. “Just tell me when it hurts.” I added.

My fingers carefully explored the thin protective shell of his family jewels, amazed that such a delicate shield could withstand the blunt trauma of my knee. I carefully squeezed the slippery organs in my fingers, applying increased pressure until Dan gasped and desperately grabbed at my wrists. It was instantly clear that his larger left nut was also the most tender and I recalled how this superior twin had borne the full brunt of one of my crushing knees, flooring poor Dan in the process. I didn’t doubt that Dan was feeling sore, but under my critical inspection, they really did look and feel as good as new. I smiled knowing it would take a lot more to burst these bubbles.

Gently I drew his big nuggets forward for a closer inspection when I was distracted by a strong throbbing from his cock. I smiled knowing that this straight stud was getting horny from my ball massage. I brushed the pulsing shaft as if by accident and it immediately throbbed harder, swelling in length and girth like a party balloon. Dan moaned subconsciously and then gasped in horror, grabbing his towel to hide his shameful erection. He turned around quickly as he covered himself and my view was filled with his bulging muscular ass.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Your nuts are in good shape, but I think I saw some swelling elsewhere."

Dan's face turned beet red. "Sorry."

"It's ok." I shrugged my shoulders and shot him an evil grin. "You can't help what turns you on."

Dan uttered a string of obscenities and stormed towards his room, before stopping at the door.

"Veronica's coming at five for our date," he stated bluntly, "and you know what that means. So keep out of my sight!”

I nodded and then pumped my fist in victory as he slammed the door forcefully behind him.

I decided to stay out of Dan’s way for most of the day but arrived back to the apartment in time for Veronica’s arrival. I slunk into the flat unnoticed while Dan was in the shower and headed straight for his room, sabotaging the lock on the door so it wouldn't close completely. Glancing into Dan’s room, I realized he had arranged the place with uncharacteristic attention to detail.

I hid in my room as Dan made his final preparations until eventually the doorbell rang. I glanced through the crack in my door as Dan opened the door to reveal the tall, stunning figure of Veronica. She was dressed in a figure hugging black shirt and matching shorts that accentuated her curvy figure and the highly trained, feminine muscles that had caught my eye in the gym.

Without replying to Dan’s warm greeting, she stepped straight up to the surprised hunk until her chest pressed firmly up against him. In her short heels she stood almost eye to eye with him and with a smile she kissed him and lustfully embraced his powerful frame. Clearly she had not come here to talk!

Dan ran his hands down her fit young body and she softly moaned, biting at his lips and wrapping her leg around his waist. She grabbed at his hard manly muscles and aggressively slapped and groped his tight muscular ass. Soon their horny coupled bodies were edging their way towards Dan’s room, still sucking and groping each other and panting heavily.

I heard them tumble clumsily through the door and their muffled moans and shrieks continued behind the closed door. I raced out to the corridor to peek through the gap. They were lying on the bed, fully clothed and writhing like snakes as all hands explored the young sexy flesh in their grasp. Veronica suddenly took the initiative grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling their heads together, panting lustfully.

“So time to show me those muscles big boy,” she purred, speaking for the first time and delivering a solid fist to his gut.

“Ugh!” Dan groaned playfully clutching his stomach, then he smiled as he knelt over the girl, hurriedly pulling off his white designer shirt to reveal his hard muscular torso. She sat up facing him, overwhelmed by desire at the sight of his perfect body. She unbuckled his belt and fly and then reached up longingly, running her fingers over his smooth abs and bulging pecs to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah, you like that, don't you?,” Dan snarled as he flexed his powerful biceps, the peaked muscles bulging from his arms like grapefruit. The girl shuddered and moaned as she grasped the rocks of muscle, gripping them like handles as she pulled her body up against him.

“Oh fuck” she moaned weakly as she worshiped his big arms, licking and squeezing his flexed guns as Dan gazed lovingly at the reflection in the mirror.

“God, I love your studly muscles,” she purred. “How about a little wrestle before we get down and dirty?”

Dan peered down at the girl still flaunting his strength.

“You want to wrestle ME ?” he grinned smugly and crossed his arms. "I don't wrestle women unless they're naked."

Veronica cocked her head and clicked her teeth. "Well then, that can be easily arranged."

Dan licked his lips as he watched her shorts slip down to the floor.

They both laughed as they tore off their remaining clothes as if they were on fire.

The girl’s body was white as a sheet in stark contrast to Dan’s tanned body. Her pert breasts seemed to burst out of her chest but otherwise her young body was lean and hard like a sprinter. She pushed Dan playfully then flexed her trained female arms.

“Still think you can beat me, stud?” she jested.

Dan’s jaw dropped in awe as his eyes rose from her soft breasts to take in the site of her fit muscles. Her sexy biceps seemed to have risen from nowhere, exploding out of her arms like tennis balls.

“Wow nice arms!” he seemed genuinely impressed.

“I may have some real competition,” Dan joked, comparing his hard muscle against the girl’s, his bulging male muscles towering over Veronica’s impressive effort.

“But I guess I win.” he smirked grabbing her hands and slowly powering her down on to the bed.

He wrapped a leg over her, gasping as his dangling balls slapped against her firm thigh. Pinned on her back by the hunky male the girl bravely struggled to resist, her hard muscles bulging uselessly under his greater weight and power. Finally she lay still exhausted.

“So do you want to submit ?” Dan was enjoying the domination and started rolling his hips, his huge throbbing cock rubbing against her thigh.

“No way,” she purred, “how about you?”

Dan looked down quizzically then his jaw dropped in horror.

Veronica’s knee was thrust up between his legs, her powerful thigh threatening his meaty testicles.

“Aaagh” Dan yelled in fear, feeling the pressure on his aching balls. “No, don't-”

“Sure you don’t want to give, tough guy ?” she purred increasing the pressure on his jewels.

“No, please! Ungh. Oh my fucking balls” he yelled, writhing as he tried to trap her leg between his thighs.

“Wrong choice” she smiled, powering her thigh deeper into his groin with a deep thud.

Dan screamed, releasing the girl and clutching at her leg buried deep in his groin, squashing his ample gonads. Moaning in agony, Dan doubled over and clutched his battered ballsack while the girl sprung up onto his back like a tigress, forcing his hulking frame down to the floor. Then, thrusting her hand underneath his muscular ass, she yelled out in victory as she seized her prize. Dan wailed helplessly as his tender testicles fell into the clutches of the girls hands. Terrified he arched his back and his thighs clenched tight around her wrist as she squeezed and fondled his monstrous gonads.

“Veronica, PLEASE!” he pleaded. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as he desperately sought to pry her hands away from his trapped testicles. “Aaagh not my fucking baaaaaaaaaalls.”

“So do you give now? Tough guy!” she barked, smiling as she tightened her grip.

“Yes, YES! I give! I fucking give!” he begged, tapping the palm of his hand against the floor. His body fell completely limp at her mercy as he panted in fear, sighing as she relaxed the grip on his nuts.

“Good boy,” she purred, jiggling his meaty balls around in their sack before slapping his ass and releasing him.

Dan rolled onto his side, clutching his groin and groaning.

“That was fun,” she purred stroking his muscular arms. "Wow I can’t believe I beat a big strong stud like you. I guess those big balls of yours must be really weak.”

Dan sat up slowly, his face beet red in shame and scowling at her mocking tone. His still cupped his nuts under a massive erection. Her playful squeeze was clearly not enough to deflate his mighty rod.

“No way! My balls are tough!” he protested, trying to defend his honor. "But yesterday . . . I had an accident. I- I fell off a ladder out back and landed on the fence. Right between the legs!"

Veronica scoffed and raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Seriously, they're still bruised." Dan said as he rolled his twin orbs between his thick fingers.

She scowled back at him for a moment, and then broke into a smile.

“Well at least this thing still looks in working order,“ she laughed, moving to his lap and taking his hard shaft in her hands. Dan sighed as she took him in her mouth and soon their two heavenly bodies were writhing and thrusting in passionate love-making.

I slipped back to my room feeling faint after what I had seen and nursing my own rock hard erection. I listened for what seemed like hours to the lustful panting, shrieks and moans from Dan’s room until a sudden ecstatic scream shook the apartment as Veronica reached her climax. It was followed by an eery silence, with only the briefest sound of muffled voices. Minutes later, I heard the girl leave the flat on her own, almost as suddenly and wordlessly as she had arrived.

Hearing Dan eventually enter the bathroom I left my room and moved to the couch, hoping to extract his version of the events.

I had a brief feeling of déjà vu as I saw Dan shuffling out of the bathroom wrapped once again in his thin cotton towel. He slumped down next to me on the couch, only this time and despite his obvious discomfort, he was beaming with pride.

"Hey Dan, I just got in a little while ago, so tell me, how'd things go with Veronica?" As soon as I asked the question Dan shot back a cocky sneer.

"Great," he smirked, folding his hands behind his head. "That chick could hardly walk out of here after riding my massive tool. Damn, she was hot."

"Glad to hear it. So there were no, problems?" I pressed.

"Shit." Dan swore as he reached under his towel to massage his exhausted sex toys and I saw his wince at he rubbed his tender orbs. "If I came any harder, it would have been falling out of her ears!" He boasted. "She couldn't believe how much cum I had stored up in these bull balls."

"Ok, ok. Enough, I get the picture." I said shaking my head. "I'm glad everything went off without a hitch, though, that means you'll still half to pay next month's rent." I shot him a smile and a wink, which he returned.

"Not a problem, I'm just glad everything still works down there." Dan grunted, still rubbing his jewels, apparently deep in thought.

What he said next, I did not expect.

"Hey, you know you told me about your ex. You know, I mean the girl that liked busting your balls?” he asked in a hushed, serious tone.


"She got off on busting you, right?" he pressed.

I nodded. "Sometimes."

“Well I think Veronica might be the same,” he confided. “I mean, she kept groping and squeezing my nuts the whole time. Nothing too rough, but enough to let me know that she liked it."

“Wow man, lucky you!” I tried sounding excited for him.

“I dunno man,” he looked unsure. “Don’t get me wrong, I mean she’s hot as hell and a damn animal in bed dude! But …”

“But what?” I smiled squeezing his neck.

“But … look, next week she wants to wrestle me. You know, no-holds-barred, mixed wrestling!"

"Oh," I gasped. "You mean with ball-grabbing and knees to the groin and stuff.”

He nodded. "We'd just finished fucking, and then she comes out with all this shit. She said she wants me to prove I'm a real man before she lets me fuck her again."

“Go for it dude!” I urged him on. “That sounds fucking hot. What’s the problem?”

“It’s my balls man, I don’t think they’re up to it,” he sighed in frustration. “Apparently there’s some dude she’s seeing already. She says his nuts are almost un-bustable! Like she’ll only fuck me if I can compete with this asshole.”

“What the fuck?” I replied sympathetically. "Don't worry about it man, I bet that dickhead is hung like a mouse - and you know, she's probably just winding you up. Chicks love it when guys fight over them."

Dan grunted and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. Still, I'd do it if it meant I'd get to fuck her again."

I smiled. "She must be some good lay in bed then."

"Dude, trust me, she's worth it." He said with a slight grin. "It's just . . ."

"Just what?" I asked when he didn't elaborate.

"It's just that I'm sick of having weak balls." He sighed as he fondled his meaty nuggets. "When I wrestle her, I want to be able to fondle her tits and still be able to handle her knee slamming into these tough balls."

He started fondling his nuts like stress balls.

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

"I want to be able to use these muscles to break down her defenses, even while she's trying to crush my huge nuts in her hand."

"Fuck yeah!" I yelled. I could see Dan was pumping himself up. It was hot as hell to see him like this, rubbing and squeezing his fat orbs between his fingers.

“I’ll fight my way back even if she stomps my balls into the mat, and when she’s tried everything, I’ll pin her into submission and, make her kiss and suck on my fucking balls until she admits she’ll never defeat them!”

He was breathing hard as he ended his monologue.

"YES. We're doing it. We only have a week to train, so we should start tomorrow." I urged. "Do you think your nuts will be up for it?"

He opened his towel and pulled out his heavy scrotum.

“They look ready to me,” he smirked. “What a set of balls, huh?”

"Good! We'll start tomorrow!" I replied enthusiastically, but the sight of Dan's huge stud eggs just lying there, resting gently between his legs was too much of an opportunity for me to let go. "Can I show you what I have in mind?" I asked tentatively.

"Dan exhaled and nodded. "Ok, but take it easy. Remember, tomorrow we train for real." He added nervously.

I smiled as I reached over and took his heavy gonads into my hand.

"You mentioned that she liked squeezing your nuts, so, we should try testing out the classic girly self defense trick."

I suddenly clutched the neck of his scrotum, making his nuts bulge obscenely through the tight skin at the base. Dan roared in surprised pain and was panting hard, as he realized the pain was far less than he imagined.

“Followed by the twist.”

I rolled my wrist slowly, twisting the lifeline of his testicles.

Dan stared in horror.

“And then the squeeze.”

I grabbed his trapped nuts and squeezed moderately hard. Feeling the warm flesh deform under the pressure of my fingers.

Dan screamed, grabbing my wrist, his huge muscular body flexing and twisting in agony.

I released my grip and he fell from the sofa, collapsing to the floor before rolling on his side sucking air.

“Shit, sorry man, I guess you really are still sore today.” I apologized rubbing my groin as I watched him suffer. He glanced at me, in a shocked daze and I looked down at my watch.

“Hey Dan, it’s time for my workout. I’m feeling strong today, and I need a good spotter.”

The poor stud nodded and slowly got to his feet and limped back to his room.

As I walked back to my room, Dan’s words floated around my mind and I suddenly realized what to do next!

I was going to track down Veronica at the gym and find out more about this mystery man of hers. I smiled meanly at the thought, determined to exploit this sweet love triangle and add a little more spice to my ball-busting exploits.


- This is a pic that I stole off Dan's computer that he uses when he chats online with chicks. His muscles look amazing of course, but I can't believe how much it undersells his package! Hell, it damn near looks photo-shopped compared to the real thing, but then again, I suppose the sheer girth and weight of his massive member might scare some girls away, (you know, the ones who don't want their internal organs punctured by his humongous meat-pole.) -

Friday, August 12, 2011

Sara Brings Home a New Boy

This is the end-product of a year long collaboration between the amazing bb artist Knave, and myself. Go check out his blog and his brand new site where you can purchase his amazing comics here. Sit back, and enjoy!

Sara watched out the window as parked cars and houses passed across her window. It was a sunny day, though characteristically cold for mid March. She turned to her boyfriend in the driver's seat as he hummed softly to himself.

"Just a few more miles." She said.

"Yeah." Boris replied quietly. When she didn't say anything, he looked at her with a smirk.

"I talked to my mom last night - she's looking forward to meeting you." Sara pressed.

"Me too." Boris sighed, turning his attention back onto the road.

Sara scrutinized him quietly. "Babe, are you nervous to meet my mother?" She asked.

Boris' eyes flickered back to Sara for just a moment. "Yeah, a little."

"Don't worry sweetie. She's going to see how fantastic you are and she's going to love you as much as I do!" Sara smiled broadly, resting her head on his shoulder. She hugged his broad chest tightly, squeezing her soft breasts against his muscular body. "Just be your regular, charming self. That's how you got me, remember?"

Boris smiled and wrapped one of his arms around her. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Sara sat quietly for a moment, letting the sun light warm her face. They had been dating on and off for the past year, an amazing feat considering Sara's checkered past in love. Too many times she had been disappointed by the men that entered her life, each time thinking she had finally found her prince, only to discover that they were anything but. After learning a hard lesson in high school, and a few more later in college, she became hardened and distrustful of the opposite sex. But when she met Chris in graduate school, there had been an immediate connection. They dated for only a few weeks before Sara moved in with him, assured that she was well on her way to happiness and marital bliss - but it wasn't to be. Sara loved Chris dearly, devoted to his needs and eager to put every part of herself into their relationship, but her past seemed to creep up on her. As time passed, the newness of their passions faded and Chris began to drift away. When the break finally happened, something inside Sara snapped along with her broken heart.

At the time Chris had seemed to be her last hope at having a happy, normal life, but his rejection crushed that hope. Unable to cope with the heartache and fear, Sara was filled with a primal rage that was immediate and demanded vengeance. Desperate to make him suffer for hurting her so deeply, she channeled her anger and frustration to the very source of his masculinity - his manhood. Chris wailed and begged for mercy while Sara punished his gonads, but it was no use. Even after he blacked out from the pain and exhaustion, Sara's nut-lust drover her to bust his balls without mercy.

The next day Chris moved out of their apartment, and Sara's priorities changed. The brake-up awoke something in her that she had not felt before, the empowering affects of busting a guy's balls was exhilarating, but it also dashed any hopes that she'd ever find her prince. Of course, it wasn't as if there weren't a horde of men that would kill for a chance to date her. After all, she was still in her late 20s, a stunning beauty with long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a killer body - but Sara refused to allow herself to be hurt again. She distanced herself from all but her closest friends, hiding her emotions behind a wall that few men attempted to scale. Those who did try quickly discovered that Sara was more likely to bust their balls then go on a date with them.

Boris had seemed like just one of those guys when she first met him. She had been at a bar with some friends from work when she noticed a cute red haired guy staring at her from across the bar. She ignored him at first, but he continued watching her all night. Even across the dimly lit room and the quick glances she took, Sara could see that he was handsome, his tall, lean frame towered over his friends. Her gaze shifted, noting his clean shaven baby-face and his sparkling blue eyes that stared back at her.

They never spoke that first night, but each time Sara returned to the bar she found him there, waiting for her.

It took time, but eventually he summoned the courage to talk to her, often offering to buy her a drink, and once paying for her friends' round too. Sara typically thanked him for his generosity, and just as quickly sent him on his way - but Boris was persistent. None of her friends could understand Sara's cool attitude, and it was finally under pressure from them that she agreed to go out with him.

Sara admired Boris' determination, but she knew it could never work between them. He was a several years younger than her and filled with an optimism that she had long ago given up on. Yet, she had to admit it was fun to have dinner, or go out to a movie - and bring him back to her apartment to make out, only to throw him out before things got too far. Sara loved teasing Boris, making sure to give him a nice boner before sending him on his way, and spending the rest of the night pleasuring herself while imagining the sore blue balls she'd inflicted on the poor boy.

That was the way things were playing out, until one night, after several rounds of Appletinis with the girls, Sara finally dropped her guard and agreed to let Boris stay for the night. It was a huge win for Boris, who took it as a signal that Sara was ready to bring their relationship to the next step - but old habits die hard. The evening ended with Boris lying on the floor in tears, clutching his nuts. Sara drifted off to sleep, expecting never to see Boris again, but when she awoke, she found him in her bed, his strong arms wrapped around her. Despite all her best efforts, Boris had managed to wedge himself into Sara's life. Still, many weeks passed before she could admit to herself that she had entered a relationship. She was prepared to live the rest of her life alone and safe from heartache, but Boris managed to melt through all that. Just thinking about it now made her heart skip a beat when she realized just how much he must have loved her.

Having finally come to terms with her inner demons, Sara embraced Boris as a friend, lover, and protector. His very presence made her feel safe, as though nothing could ever happen to her, and she loved him for it. Most importantly of all, he put her needs before her own. Sara had never met a man who was willing to say as much, let alone act on it.

Sara glanced at her boyfriend and let her eyes drift down and settle on the prominent bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips, the thought of his beautiful, thick dick and big, beefy balls resting just under the surface made her mouth water. Sara had been with enough guys to know that Boris was well above average in that department. Most men would probably boast about it, but Boris never seemed to care. For the most part, he just seemed happy to use his well-endowed gifts to please her, which suited Sara just as well.

Sara slid her hand across Boris' torso, rising and falling over the bumps of his abdomen, pausing to listen to his breathing. Boris looked at Sara with a questioning expression. Sara smiled in return and slid her hand down between his thighs.

Boris cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

Sara grinned and squeezed his crotch playfully.

"Come on babe, we'll be at your mom's house any minute." Boris groaned. A soft ache was already starting to form where her thumb pressed into his meaty left nugget.

Again, Sara said nothing as she continued to stroke the massive hard-on forming in his jeans.

"Please . . ." Boris gasped. His eyes blinked as he fought to maintain focus on the road.

Sara bit her lip as she felt his cock begin to throb.

"It looks like somebody's up. Maybe you'll have to meet my mom with a big boner." Sara teased as she traced her fingernail against his shaft.

Boris gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Well, we can't have that." Sara said coyly. With one hand still teasing his dick, she wrapped her fingers around his jeans-clad bulge and squeezed hard, digging into Boris' hefty spuds.

Boris inhaled sharply.

"You can't meet my mom with this thing poking around in your pants." Sara chided, poking at his erection.

Boris grimaced and shook his head. "You started it," he whispered hoarsely.

Sara smiled and nodded her head. "True. I suppose that mean's I'll have to finish it then."

Boris glanced at Sara for a moment looking confused, just as Sara hammered her fist down into his groin, catching both of his balls dead-on.

Boris moaned softly and blinked his eyes as he fought to maintain his focus on the road. His nuts were already throbbing, and the all to familiar ache that had already engulfed his manhood was now slowly creeping up into his stomach.

"Please Sara . . ." Boris pleaded through clenched teeth.

Sara's face puckered up into a pout and pointed down at his lap. "Look, it's still there!"

Boris glanced down quickly just in time to see Sara's petite fist hammer his crotch again. Boris gasped, slumping down in his seat. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he cradled his aching nuts and exhaled slowly until the discomfort lifted.

Sara crossed her arms and stared at her boyfriend. "You better know how to control that thing while we're at my mothers." She said sternly.

Boris tilted his head back and groaned, slowly rubbing his nuts. "That's going to be tough if you keep grabbing me like that."

A faint hint of a grin curled the edge of Sara's lips. "I know, I just like messing with you."

Boris let out another groan.

"Oh, and don't get any ideas about doing it while we're at my mother's." Sara added.

Boris' head shot up. "What? But Sara-"

Sara shook her head firmly. "I know it's been a while, but you'll just have to hold out for a few more days until we get home."

Boris grumbled to himself and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "Sara, it's been weeks."

"I know," she nodded slowly, "so a few more days can't hurt right?"

"Maybe not you, but I've got a double loaded weapon over here." He whined playfully.

"Well, I guess you're going to have to work extra hard to control those erections then," Sara had a big grin on her face, "or I'll do it for you."

Boris didn't say anything and returned his focus on the road. It was going to be a long weekend, he thought to himself.

Moments later their car pulled up a driveway leading to a large, white Victorian house. After climbing out of the car and a quick stretch, they unpacked the car and carried their bags up onto the porch where they found Sara's mother waiting.

"Hi sweetie," her mom said she hugged Sara tightly. Boris stood awkwardly by as they held the embrace for another moment. He was a bit surprised by how young Sara's mother looked. With shoulder length blond hair and warm hazel eyes, the family resemblance was obvious. Only slightly taller and heavier than her daughter, with her voluptuous size D breasts and long legs, her body still looked fantastic. They even seemed dressed the same, preferring a comfortable pair of jeans and a blue cashmere sweater. Though well in to her forties, but standing next to her daughter, she looked like she could be Sara's older sister.

Breaking away from her daughter's embrace, she took a moment scrutinizing the young man standing before her. "And you must be Boris."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Walters." From behind his back, Boris pulled out a single red rose.

"Oh, how thoughtful. Thank you sweetie." She swooned. "I haven't been a Mrs. in quite some time though, but please, call me Stacey."

Receiving the rose gratefully, Stacey invited them in. After removing their shoes at the front door, Sara and Boris sat in the living room while Stacey went into the kitchen to pour them both a cup of coffee. With two steaming mugs in hand, Stacey sat across from the young couple and began catching up. She asked about their jobs and their friends, and listened as her daughter filled her in on the details of her life.

"And what about you Boris, tell me about yourself. Sara tells me that you're Russian." Stacey said after sipping from her coffee.

"Yes, that's right. I was born in Russia, but my family came to the U.S. when I was four years old." Boris replied.

Stacey smiled. "It's funny, I expected you to have an accent, but I don't hear it. Do you speak Russian?"

Boris took a sip of coffee and nodded his head. "Yes, but only when I'mm home. I grew up in here and learned to speak English in school when I was young."

"I see." Stacey continued to smile. "And Sara tells me that you graduated from college last year and you are applying to medical schools."

Boris cleared his throat nervously. "Yes ma'am. I taking the year to work and save money before I go back to school."

Stacey nodded her head. "It sounds like a good plan." She turned to her daughter, "a hard working future doctor, sounds like a keeper to me."

Boris blushed as both women laughed.

"I'm glad you say that," Sara paused, taking her boyfriend's hand, "because, Boris and I have been talking and . . . we are thinking about getting engaged."

Stacey looked stunned. "Really, so soon?"

Sara nodded her head. "We've been waiting because, well, I wanted you to meet each other."

"I see." Stacey said, still sounding dumbstruck. "Well, that's . . . wonderful."

Sara could hear the hesitation in her mother's voice, but it was Boris who spoke up. "I love your daughter, very much. I want to marry her, and start a family one day, but before I do, I would like to have your permission."

Stacey looked confused. "You do?"

"Yes." Boris replied, his bright blue eyes shining brightly.

Stacey was touched by the old fashioned sentiment. "I - I don't know, this is all hitting me so fast. But you don't need my permission to get married -"

"No mom, we want you to be alright with this before we do it." Sara interjected.

Stacey hesitated for a moment. She had no reason not to give her blessing, but then again she just met the boy. "Alright. Well, why don't we spend the weekend getting to know each other better before I give you my answer?"

"That sounds like a great plan." Sara replied happily as Boris nodded his head in agreement.

The the conversation between mother and daughter soon picked back up. Occasionally he would be asked a question that would pull him into the discussion, but most of the time he remained quiet and listened. As he sat back and watched mother and daughter talk, he was struck by how beautiful the two women were. Now that he had seen her mother, Boris imagined how Sara's cute, youthful body would someday blossom into the supple form her mother had taken.

Boris swallowed hard as his eyes drifted over Stacey's ample breasts and curvy hips - and it took him a minute before he realized he was staring. Quickly he glanced away to the window. He didn't think anyone noticed, but the stirring in his pants told him he had lingered too long.

'No, not now!' his mind screamed. Looking down at his crotch, he could already see the outline of his long boner begin to press against the leg of his jeans. Boris folded his hand in a vain attempt to hide it, but it was no use.

"Excuse me ladies," Boris interjected with a hint of panic on his voice. "But could I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, sure." Stacey replied. "In the hallway, first door on the left."

Boris excused himself and retreated to the bathroom where he desperately tried to deal his troublesome erection. Stacey watched him leave and waited to hear the door close behind him before she spoke.

"He's cute," Stacey whispered, "and such a sweetheart!"

"Yeah, I know." Sara said. "He's great."

"Yeah," Stacey smiled. She turned her head to make sure they were alone. "And how are things, you know - in the bedroom?"

"Oh," Sara stifled a laugh. "I told you right, he's hung like a horse."

Stacey nodded. "So he's a big boy?"

"Yeah," Sara grinned, "but his balls are big too. They're so distracting! They're always in the way, slapping against me when we have sex."

Stacy giggled as she tried to picture it. "So things are good in that department?" She pressed.

"They're great," Sara paused before adding, "Sometimes it hurts when he's inside me, but when that happens I just give his nuts a little tug until he gets the message."

"Good girl." Stacey said with a grin and a wink. "I'm glad to hear that you're keeping him in line."

Sara smiled broadly. "Yeah, it took a little while to . . . condition him, but now he know's who's boss."

"Oh, really?" Stacey asked. She looked back to the hallway to make sure that they were still alone. "While you're home, maybe I could help with his, conditioning?"

"Of course." Sara smiled, nodding her head. "I assumed you would."

Stacey's smile matched her daughter's. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a chance to bust a man's balls, but the prospect of nutting her future son-in-law sent a a shiver down Stacey's spine.

When Boris walked back into the room he found mother and daughter hugging each other. When they separated, Stacey turned to face him with a big grin on her face. He'd seen that same smile on her daughter's face a hundred times.

Sara looked up at him as well, smiling. "Hi babe, we were just talking about you."

"Oh?" Boris matched Sara's smile. "Nothing bad I hope."

"Quite to the contrary." Stacey interjected, her eyes had settled on the big bulge in the young man's pants. It looked like a snake making its way down the leg of his jeans.

Boris shifted uncomfortably under the older woman's gaze.

"Come, join us." Sara said in a stern tone, gesturing to the floor in front of them. Boris hesitated for a moment, but quickly submitted under his girlfriend's withering stare. He managed a weak smile, then crossing his long skinny legs, he sat before the mother-daughter pair.

"No, no," Sara tisked. "Come, sit closer."

Boris complied and scooted closer, now within reach of of both women.

"I was just telling my mom about the car ride." Sara said proudly. "You know, about the little incident right before we got here."

Boris looked questioningly at his girlfriend. "You did?" There were equal parts of confusion and embarrassment in his voice.

"Of course I did." Sara replied gingerly, pointing at his crotch. "We've only just arrived and I see you're already having trouble controlling yourself."

Boris looked down at the bulge in his pants and gulped. Sara had seen it. Boris looked up at his girlfriend and her mother wearily.

"I thought my mother deserved an explanation before I just started busting your balls in her house." Sara continued.

Boris swallowed the lump in his throat. "Oh . . ." He stared up at the two of them like a frightened woodland creature caught up in a snare.

Stacey was amused by the young man's discomfort. Along with his boyish charm which she found strongly compelling, she was quickly beginning to like him.

Boris let out a loud 'oaf' as Sara snapped her foot between his legs and curled himself into a ball and coughed.

"I'm sorry about this mom," Sara said turning to her mother with mock sympathy.

"Nonsense." Surprisingly it was Stacey who had perked up. "I want you to treat this as your home, there's no need for formalities among family."

Boris let out a soft moan that caused the two women to giggle.

"That's right, were all family now." Sara grinned, slipping her pink sock-clad foot into her boyfriend's lap. Boris watched anxiously as she rubbed the sole of her foot up onto his rigid shaft, pushing it out of the way.

There was a sickening 'thud,' as Boris' meaty jewels were flattened inside his jeans.

Boris' legs curled up and he coughed as he body absorbed the full impact.

"Oooh." Stacey cooed. "That looked fun, can I try?"

Sara smiled widely. "Sure mom, go ahead."

Boris was shocked and stared at Sara, but another well placed kick to his groin made clear her intentions.

When it was her turn, Stacey looked elated as she placed the heel of her foot down onto Boris' groin and pressed it into his manhood. Boris breathed heavily as the older woman pumped her foot into his crotch, squashing his nuts inside his jeans.

Boris whimpered in pain as his gonads were slowly crunched under her foot.

"It looks like you're giving him quite the work out." Sara chuckled.

"I sure am - and now for the big finish!" Stacey shouted as she slammed her foot into Boris' groin. Not quite dead-center, Boris' large left nut took the brunt of the force.

Boris' body bucked and he yelped in surprise, shoving his hands down between his legs.

"That didn't hurt too much, did it dear?" Stacey asked with concern.

"Of course not." Sara spoke up. "You can keep going."

"Really?" Stacey asked.

A quick look from Sara was all the reassurance Boris needed.

"Sure." He whispered. The discomfort in his face was obvious.

Stacey grinned and swung her foot again, this time catching both of his testicles dead-on. Boris' mouth opened wide and he groaned as he rolled over on the floor.

"Oooh, that was a good one!" Sara cheered.

"Yeah,I'm a bit rusty - used to be able to drop a guy with one kick," Stacey smiled proudly. "It's a little hard to see where I'm aiming with his jeans on."

Boris remained prostrate on the floor, his nuts still stinging from the latest blow to his manhood.

"Maybe you'd do better if he took them off?" Sara suggested helpfully.

The excitement in Stacey's eyes was impossible to miss. "Would that be alright?"

"Of course! Boris won't mind. Typically I don't let him wear anything when we're doing this at home." Sara replied with a smile.

Boris was shocked by how quickly Sara agreed, but new better than to protest. Taking a moment to recuperate, he rose to his feet. He paused a moment, but the look on Sara's face told him to continue. Reluctantly, he undid the top button of his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Virtually free of constraint, Boris' erect dick jumped to attention, straining against his boxers.

"Oh my." Stacey gasped. Any thoughts that her daughter boasting about Boris being exaggerated were quickly put to rest by the hard reality.

Boris' cheeks went pink with embarrassment as the two women stared at him wide-eyed.

Sara cleared her throat. "Perhaps boxers are a bad idea." She suggested. Reaching in to one of their bags, she pulled out a clean pair of white briefs and handed them to him. "Try these on."

Already humiliated, Boris didn't bother to ask to leave the room and pulled his boxers off in one yank. Stacey's mouth dropped open in awe of the bashful young man standing before her. Fully revealed, Boris' thick, 7 inch cock pulsated proudly over a loose, pink nutsac and two juicy balls. Stacey took the sight in and cleared her throat, smiling at her daughter.

Boris pulled on the briefs and slipped his plump nuts down into the underwear's pouch with care. The fit was snug, but when it came time to put away his prick, he discovered that the meager undergarment was hardly adequate to house his massive member. Boris looked to Sara for help, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. Boris let out a long exhale, then bending his erection down across his thigh, he just managed to stuff his cock behind the waistband. Boris shifted awkwardly in the tightly clinging underwear and looked to the women for some reassurance.

"You look great." Sara nodded in approval. "Why don't you stand up straight and get ready." It wasn't a question, so much as an instruction.

'Ready for what?' Boris thought to himself as he sighed and placed his hands behind his back, already knowing the answer. He felt ridiculous, and with white cotton stretched to its limits, he was practically pouring out of the briefs.

Stacey licked her lips and stared at the young man's bulging nuts as they dangled invitingly only inches away.

Sara cleared her throat and gave her boyfriend a severe look that he understood immediately. "It's alright, Mrs. Walters." He said reassuringly. "Go ahead."

Stacey looked up at him and nodded. They all watched her take her time as Stacey's white sock slid against the skin of Boris' inner thigh, extending farther and farther up until it came to rest just under the young man's heavy nutsac. Stacey savored the moment as she nudged the two fat orbs with her toes, batting them back and forth like they were her own play things.

Boris swallowed hard as he felt the anticipation build as Stacey studied the two dangling fruits that were hanging vulnerably between his thighs. It was quickly becoming clear where Sara had developed her fondness for ball busting.

His thoughts were interrupted and he let out a grunt as Stacey lightly tapped her foot into his balls.

"Come on, that wasn't even a real kick! You're going to have to do better then that if you want to keep up with my daughter." Stacey said sweetly.

Boris blinked and nodded, widening his stance and thrust his hip forward.

The young stud's reaction made Stacey grin. Perhaps her daughter was right about him.

When Stacey was ready, she took a step back and followed up with a well placed kick into Boris' valuables, her sock clad foot catching both of the juicy plums and driving them into his crotch, making Boris' body buck.

Boris coughed, already starting to feel the muscles in his stomach begin to tighten.

Feeling very pleased with herself, Stacey threw a second solid kick at Boris' testicles, snapping her foot into his groin with lighting speed. Boris groaned but stood firm.

"It's ok Mrs. Walters, you can keep going." Boris whispered.

"I'm not married anymore sweetie," she cooed as she continued to tap her foot into his manhood, mesmerized by the way the two fat orbs jiggled and bounced above her toes. "There's no need for such formalities among family."

"Yes ma'am." Boris whispered, watching her foot move between legs with fixed fascination.

Sara grinned at her mom proudly. She couldn't remember ever seeing her so happy. Her boyfriend on the other hand, didn't look nearly as enthusiastic.

"Now why don't you be a dear and spread your legs a bit more?" Stacey asked softly. Boris quickly complied, widening his stance even further. Stacey thanked him and concentrated on the task at hand.

He grit his teeth as the ache in his balls spread out across his body. How much longer did she plan for this to go on? It wasn't as if he couldn't handle the pain, Sara had certainly helped him to discover his limits.

Stacey noticed the stoic expression on Boris' face and was impressed once again. Though for the most part she had only given him light kicks, he took them all standing and hardly made a peep. Nonetheless, she'd grown bored with the feather treatment and was ready to do some serious damage.

Stacey swung her leg back in a wide arc and connected hard with Boris' poor testicles, crunching them hard into his pelvis and making Boris yelp. His balls exploding in pain, the big Russian stud grabbed his crotch and slid to the floor.

"Holy crap!" Sara squealed. "You floored him with one kick!"

Stacey covered her mouth and laughed as Boris moaned on the floor. His nuts were killing him, but already Sara was there pulling him up by his arms.

"Maybe he needs to rest?" Stacey suggested.

Her daughter shook her head. "He's fine," Sara reassured her as she helped her boyfriend get upright.

"Oh, good - 'cause he won't be for long." Stacey laughed. "Come on, on your feet big boy!" she ordered.

Boris rubbed his sore sac for another moment and stumbled to his knees. Seeing her opening, Stacey stepped forward and sent another kick into Boris' crotch. Boris grabbed his nuts and moaned, falling head first onto the floor, choking on the bile that began to fill his mouth.

Sara pointed at Boris' ass in the air and whistled, his bulging nutsac dangling invitingly between his muscular thighs. Unable to resist such a tempting target, she charged forward and punted Boris' nuts from behind, driving his Russian baby-makers into his pelvis with a devastating 'crunch.'

Boris howled, grabbing his nuts from behind, he rolled on the floor in agony.

"Wow, nice one sweetie!" Stacey cheered.

With all the excitement, she suggested that they take a break. Sara joined her on the couch as the two of them watched Boris squirm and writhe on the floor. It had been a long time since she'd been able to do that to a man, and it left her feeling exhilarated. Stacey chatted with her daughter for a few minutes, so that Boris could recover. She didn't have to wait long, and after only a few minutes he was up and kneeling in front of them again.

"So soon? Ready for more are we?" Stacey asked as she put her hand on her hips skeptically.

"Yes ma'am." Boris wheezed, still holding his aching testicles.

"Good, then open up." She gestured for him to spread his legs. Doing as he was told, Boris spread eagle and presented his swollen package. Stacey stared at the obvious bulge in Boris' tighty whities and swallowed hard. Staring into his eyes, Boris stared back at her, waiting patiently to receive the blow. Stacey's foot suddenly shot forward, the top of her her foot smashing up into Boris' swollen balls with an audible 'smack.'

Boris grunted as Stacey kicked him again and again, each hit sending waves of nausea into his stomach as her foot slammed hard into his neatly-packed testicles. He whimpered as Stacey drilled harder and harder into his nuts. Stacey grinned as a tear formed in one of his eyes and kicked his crotch with all the force she could muster. Boris clutched his manhood and moaned, fell to the floor.

Ignoring his groans, Stacey's foot found its way between his legs and brushed against Boris' dick. She nearly gasped when she felt the thick shaft and shuddered in response. Stacey cocked her head to the side and clicked her tongue.

"What have we got here?" she whispered.

Sara noticed it as well. "It looks like my boyfriend likes it when you play rough with him."

Boris shook his head, unable to find the words. Stacey simply smiled back at and returned her attention back down to his meaty member. Boris watched in shock as Stacey began to jerk him off through his underwear, her gentle toes teased and caressed as his dick began to grow.

After a few moments, Sara joined her mother and the two women worked together as they attended to Boris' manhood, delivering a level of pleasure he'd never experienced. Despite the ache in his nuts, his huge cock throbbed with excitement and strained against the tight briefs. WIth a little help from Stacey Boris' prick suddenly slipped free of the waistband, standing tall in all it's glory. Stacey sighed as her eyes feasted on the plump rod. Unable to resist, Stacey squeezed the thick shaft between her feet.

Boris groaned with pleasure as the older woman's soft cotton socks caressed his naked flesh, gliding along his pole faster and faster. He felt like he was heaven as each thrust of her feet brought him closer to release. Seeming to sense it as well, Stacey stroked even faster.

Neither of them seemed to notice the scowl that crept across Sara's face as she watched her mother take over her boyfriend's cock. Filled with jealously and rage, she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out against her mother much longer, but Stacey was determined and unlikely to quit until Boris surrendered his cum to her.

As if on cue, Boris grunted in warning as the impending eruption in his dick began to pulsate.

Acting fast, Sara stamped both of her feet down into her boyfriend's groin. Boris' euphoria was suddenly swept away as Sara's toes sunk deep into the soft flesh of his plums. He shrieked and bucked wildly like a dying stallion for several moments, and then everything went dark.


Boris slept a deep, dreamless sleep for several hours. Foggy images phased in and out of consciousness as he drifted through space. Slowly Boris eased out of his restless slumber and awoke to find himself lying in a darkened bedroom. He took a moment to gather his wits and saw from the window that it was nighttime. How long had he been unconscious?

Boris' thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bed sheets rustling next to him. "Sara?" he whispered.

"It's me," Sara said comfortingly. There was a 'click' and the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow of a lamp on a nightstand. Boris blinked as his eyes adjusted. The guest room that they were in was furnished plainly with a dresser and a pair of matching nightstands on either side of the queen bed.

"How are you feeling?" Sara asked as she sat down next to him. She looked amazing. She had already undressed, and wearing a matching set of pink panties and pink laced bra.

"Fine," Boris whispered. Already he could feel his desires begin to stir as his eyes ran along his girlfriends petite body. "Better now," he added.

"Good." Sara said. She bent down and kissed him on the mouth, pressing her lips against his. Boris kissed her back, hard. Her long blond hair slid over his face. He breathed in deep, allowing her smell to fill his nostrils.

"My mom was worried about you, she thought we might have actually broken you." Sara giggled after pulling back.

Boris groaned as he recalled the memories from earlier that day. Boris had never met a woman more adept at cracking his nuts more than Sara. That was of course, before he met her mother. He supposed it made sense in a way. They were so much alike, it was hardly a surprise that they shared a knack for busting his balls.

Boris tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. "You two went pretty hard on me, just please tell me I still have something left down there."

Sara grinned. "Don't worry there stud, everything's where it should be." Sara kissed him on the cheek and pulled off the covers, exposing her boyfriend's naked body. He'd been stripped of all this clothing except for his socks.

Boris flinched as Sara settled down next to him in the bed and grabbed his manhood. Even limp, Sara needed both hands to hold his penis. Bending down, she kissed its head.

Boris breathed in heavily as he felt the blood rush in and his dick harden.
"I thought you said we weren't going to fool around while we're here at your mom's."

Sara smiled and climbed up alongside of him. "Oh, you're right! Thanks for reminding me."

Boris huffed, angry at himself. Why'd he have to open his mouth?

Sara seemed to read his thoughts and giggled at his frustration.

They lied quietly on the bed for several moments and listened to the silence. The rest of the house was still, Stacey having already gone to bed.

After a moment Sara broke the silence. "So now that you met my mom, what do you think?"

Boris shrugged his shoulders. "She's nice. I like her a lot, I see a lot of you in there."

"Actually, there's a lot of her in me, but I know what you mean." Sara replied. "I'm glad you like her, I was a bit worried."

Boris looked confused. "Why?"

Sara sighed. "Because, I haven't brought a boy home for quite a long time."

Boris nodded, finally understanding, but said nothing.

"It's a big deal to me. I love you so much, but all this talk about engagement has me spooked." Sara continued. "I'm just worried that one day I'm going to wake up and find you gone."

"Sara, I love you and I want to marry you." Boris replied softly. "I've known that since the first day I met you. I promise, that will never change."

"I know, but I've heard that all before." She sighed.

Boris shook his head. "You are everything that I want and need. Whatever I have is yours. Whatever I do, I don't care as long as I get to do it with you."

Sara smiled. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"Absolutely." Boris replied without a second's hesitation.

A grin crept across Sara's face. "What about your balls? You know how much I like to bust them. Are they mine too?"

Boris swallowed hard. "Yes."

Sara clapped her hands excitingly. "I'm so glad! I love everything about them, the way bounce between your legs when you walk around the apartment naked, or the way they scrunch up in my hand when you are having an orgasm, but . . . I love busting them even more."

Boris swallowed again as Sara's arm crept back between his legs and she cradled his meaty nuggets in her hand.

"So are you sure you want to give me these? I've been known to be a little rough with my things." Sara said. She was being playful, but Boris knew that there was truth in what she was saying.

Slowly he nodded his head. "Yes."

Sara's smile was bright enough to light up Chicago.

"And you won't mind if I share them with my mom while we stay in her house?" Sara said as she massaged the contents of his scrotum.

Boris was finding all the hand-play his nuts were getting distracting. "If that's what you want, they're yours." He whispered.

"Good." Sara said, slowly retracting her hand. Then she reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and took something out of the top drawer. "I've got something extra-special for you."

"You do?" Boris sounded interested.

"Mmm-hmm." Sara smiled. Then she produced a pair of white cashmere gloves and slipped them onto her petite hands. "I've been saving these for just the right occasion."

Boris breathed in deeply as Sara slid her soft gloved hand slowly against his shaft a few times before going lower and rubbed his over-sized gonads into her palm. The softness of the cashmere on the sensitive skin of his privates felt like liquid silk.

Still sore for the treatment they'd received earlier that day, his gonads throbbed with excitement as Sara tickled and teased his manhood.

"Wow, you're balls feel really swollen." Sara teased as she fondled the loose orbs between her fingers. "I bet you wanna empty them for me, really bad."

Boris nodded his head, eager for her to continue. She was a huge cock-tease when she wanted to be, and was in the habit of getting him all worked up, but stopping short just before he could cum. Sara swore it'd make the sex better, but more often then not, it just left Boris with a sore set of sperm-filled balls.

"Please, let me cum for you baby." Boris whispered. His nuts ached for release as Sara continued to stroke the soft gloves against his erection.

"Ah, ah." Sara said as she wrapped her hand around the two precious orbs and squeezed them.

Boris groaned, his eyes filled with disappointment. Sara smiled wickedly as she continued to knead her boyfriend's naked genitals.

"These balls belong to me, remember? You cum when I tell you too." Sara said as she yanked on his nuts for added emphasis.

Boris croaked as all the air left his lungs and he looked like he was about to faint.

Sara felt giddy as the moisture began to gather between her legs. Unable to hold herself back another moment, she scampered up into Boris' lap and flung her knee with all her weight down hard between her boyfriend's legs. Her bony kneecap connected with Boris' plump balls and rammed them into his thigh, making the young Russian shriek.

Sara brought her knee into Boris' crotch again, catching both of his testicles dead-on and ramming the meaty orbs into his pelvis.

Boris' mouth opened wide, but there was no air left in his lungs to scream.

Sara showed no mercy as she continued to drill Boris' precious jewels deeper and deeper into his body. Boris thrashed wildly as he fought desperately to break free, but as the pain overtook him, his eyes rolled back into his head and he went still. Sara arched her back, lost in the throws of ecstasy as she continued to bare down on her boyfriend. Flush with exhilaration, Sara's orgasm flared throughout her body like an explosion. Wracked by wave after wave of satisfaction, Sara moaned with delight as the sensation washed over her. Falling onto her back, Sara inhaled slow, deep breaths as she listened to her heart pound.

It took several minutes for the frenzy to pass, but when she rolled over she discovered that Boris was out cold once again.


Boris awoke the next morning as sunlight warmed his face. He turned on his side and reached for Sara, but found the bed empty. Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes, Boris propped himself up and scanned the room. He spotted a folded piece of paper on the nightstand next to him and opened it. The note was in Sara's handwriting. 'Downstairs with Mom having breakfast. Come down when you're ready, clothes are on the dresser.'

Boris got out of bed and stretched his cramped muscles. On the dresser he found a white t-shirt, and another fresh pair of white briefs. He checked dresser drawers, but none of the clothes he had packed could be found. "Guess this is the outfit for today." He said to himself while holding at the outstretched underwear.

Boris carried the clothes into the bathroom and he hopped into the shower. Steam filled the room as he lathered the soap across his chest and washed his arms and torso. The water was warm and helped relax the soreness that had settled in his muscles.

Reaching between his legs, he cradled his scrotum gently in his large hands and checked for damage. After being tag-teamed by the mother-daughter pair the day before, his already bloated balls were tender to the touch and swollen. Boris moaned softly and massaged his sore nuts between his fingers. At least the hot water helped sooth the persistent ache that had settled down in his gonads.

The small measure of relief was welcome. Despite the soreness, Boris felt his dick stiffen and he began to stroke his soapy hands along the shaft. Feeling the pleasure begin to surge, his breathing deepened and his hard prick pulsated with anticipation. He jerked his cock in long, powerful thrusts. It felt so good - only a few seconds longer and he would enjoy the relief his body was screaming for - but Boris hesitated. He had promised Sara not to pleasure himself outside of her presence. It was a commitment that he hadn't broken since the beginning of their relationship. He paused mid-stroke contemplating the matter, still squeezing the great dome of his cock between his fingers. How'd she ever know the difference? Boris considered the idea a bit longer, but thinking better on it, he shook his head and finished washing.

Once he was done, he stepped out of the shower onto the soft, pink shower mat and dried himself with a matching pink towel he had found in the cabinet. After he finished, he pulled the T-shirt over his head and slid on the briefs. Before putting them on, he checked the tag and confirmed what he had already suspected. In order to ensure a snug fit, the underwear Sara had purchased for him was small enough to be considered a child's size.

Pulling the briefs up as far as he could, Boris grunted as he adjusted his junk into the skimpy briefs. His manhood strained heavily against the white cotton, his package looked like it might burst out at any moment, a problem that only got worse when he tried move in them. Boris looked at himself in the mirror, having made the best of it and shrugged his shoulders.

Making his way downstairs, Boris' heavy nuts bounced and jiggled heavily all the way down to bottom of the stairs. Following the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen, he found Sara and her mother sipping coffee. Stacey was sitting at the kitchen table with her long blond hair pulled back, her supple figure was hidden underneath a thick olive green bathrobe. Her long legs remained hidden under the table, but Boris could see her feet were covered in a matching pair of cozy wool socks, with thin green stripes. Sara was standing across from her mother and leaning against the kitchen counter in a borrowed maroon bathrobe and a pair of pink argyle socks that practically came to her knees. Her hair was drawn back behind her ears, still damp from her morning shower.

Both women looked up and greeted him warmly as he entered. "Good morning." They said in unison.

"Good morning." Boris smiled in reply.

"I'll fix you some eggs." Sara offered, turning to the stove.

Stacey's gaze fixed on Boris, her eyes stared hungrily at his hefty basket, his skin-tight briefs left little room for modesty. His soft cock was pointing to the side and his big balls were hugged tightly below.

Boris caught the look and shifted his stance uncomfortably.

"Why don't you have a seat, dear?" She suggested as she poured a new cup of coffee and set it on the table. Boris thanked her and sat in the chair across from her, thankful to be at least partially shielded from Stacey's watchful eyes.

"How did you sleep?" She asked still staring intently at him.

The mere memory of the previous night her guest room gave him the chills. "Really well, thanks." He nodded as he poured milk into his coffee.

"I bet you did." Stacey murmured to herself.

"Mom and I were talking about how much fun we had yesterday." Sara said standing over the stove. Boris tried to make eye contact, but Sara hadn't turned her head.

"Oh yes." Stacey replied. Boris lifted his cup, but paused as he felt the older woman's leg reach across the table and rub against him. "It's so nice to have a man in the house again." She smiled.

Boris managed a slight grin and sipped his coffee.

Stacey bit her lip playfully again and watched the younger man's expression as her foot crept between his thighs.

"You have a lovely home." Boris stated as he scanned the room to avoid her gaze, but Stacey was not deterred, her leg extended clear across the table.

"Thank you." She replied sweetly as she rubbed her stocking into the young man's crotch, nuzzling her soft, fuzzy toes against Boris' nutsac.

Boris' eyes went wide and his throat constricted as he stared at his girlfriend's mother, dumbstruck. Stacey simply smiled back, sipping her coffee as foot bobbed back and forth in his lap. Stacey continued the game for several minutes, poking and prodding Boris' juicy plums under the table, until suddenly she grabbed his dick between her toes and squeezed.

Boris grunted and reflexively tried to jump out of his chair, if not for Stacey's foot clamping down on his nuts like a trap. Stacey squashed the young Russian's gonads repeatedly, eliciting a pitiful moan from the boy.

Boris inhaled sharply and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edges of the table desperately while his orbs were slowly crushed between bone and wood.

Sara turned from the stove, recognizing the distress in her boyfriend's eyes and her mother's wicked grin. She smirked as she walked over with a plate of food.

"I see you started got started without me." Sara chided as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs on the table.

Boris said nothing, staring straight ahead at her mother with deadpan eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I just couldn't resist scrambling some huevos for myself." Stacey shrugged her shoulders and giggled.

Boris groaned in agreement through grit teeth.

Stacey gave Boris' trapped gonads one last jolt and retracted her leg. Boris immediately slumped forward and whimpered while cupping his throbbing testicles.

The remainder of breakfast went on uneventfully. Boris had lost his appetite after Stacey's 'under-the-table maneuver' and spent most of the time sulking quietly. Neither Sara or her mom seemed to notice and they quickly resumed their earlier morning chatter. Once breakfast was over, Sara suggested that they finish their coffee in the living room.

"Boris, sweetie, would you be a dear and stand over here for me." Stacey asked kindly. Boris did as he was told and stood next to his girlfriend's mother while she examined him head to toe. "I love these underwear," Stacey said as she pulled the thin white cotton against his junk, "they're really cute."

"Yeah," Sara agreed. "they are very flattering on you, babe."

Boris smiled timidly. All this attention was making him feel like a piece of meat.

"Why don't you spread your legs a little more so we can have a better view?" Sara suggested.

Boris stared back at her with a raised eyebrow, but wavered and did as he was asked.

"Oooooooo." Stacey cooed as she leered at the young man's inviting package, licking he lips with renewed excitement. "Very nice."

Boris swallowed hard as Stacey approached him and reached up and grabbed his shoulders. Despite being well over a foot taller, the older woman intimidated him easily. Stacey of course knew it, and she relished the idea of dominating the young stud as she slid her knee up between his legs with a soft 'thud.'

Boris grunted as the familiar ache in his balls began to spread, but he had been prepared for the strike and shrugged it off.

"I'm going to try again, alright?" Stacey smiled.

Boris nodded slightly.

Stacey took a step back and sent her knee flying into Boris' nuts again, this time with far more force, her knee smashed hard into Boris' gonads.

"Oh, shit." Boris groaned as his legs began to sag.

Stacey grinned and kneed his groin a third time, crunching both of Boris' juicy nuts into his pelvis.

Boris moaned and cupped his crotch protectively.

"That was better," Sara said standing next to her mother. "But I think you'll have more fun with it if you stick to kicking him in the nuts."

Sara drew her leg back and delivered a well-aimed, devastating kick into her boyfriend's gonads from behind. The arch of her foot connected with the two precious jewels that were held in place by Boris' cotton briefs, flattening them viciously and crunching them hard.

Boris' knees met and his mouth opened wide in a wide O, letting out a slow, mournful moan.

"Oooo, nice one." Stacey murmured.

Sara winked at her mother, then suddenly her hand shot upwards between Boris thighs. Boris inhaled sharply as Sara's fingers closed around his package and squeezed his fat, meaty balls. Stacey watched in silence as Boris' handsome face cringed in pain.

"Then again, squeezing these can be a lot of fun too!" Sara giggled.

Boris' eyes widened as Sara squished his poor nuts between his fingers.

"Please," Boris whimpered. "Sara-"

Sara gave her boyfriend's nuts a hard tug, making Boris shriek in pain and collapse on the ground, cupping his crotch and curling up into a ball.

"Nicely done." Stacey said with a big smile.

"Thanks." Sara grinned as she pulled the downed stud off the floor by his wrists. "But now it's your turn."

Boris wobbled to his feet. His eyes had lost focus and he groaned. Despite the throbbing ache in his groin, Boris spread his legs and presented his brief-clad crotch to Stacey as his girlfriend held both of his hands firmly behind his back.

Stacey wondered how he was even capable of standing after all they'd put him through. Sara had mentioned he was tough, but how much more could he take? Boris' body was glistening with sweat, his face red and hot, and his balls swollen inside his tight white briefs.

Stacey gave Boris a quick, reassuring smile. "Let's play a game. I'm going to kick you in the nuts as hard as I can, and we'll see how many you can take standing."

Boris' eyes widened at the suggestion.

"That sounds like fun!" Sara laughed as she squeezed Boris' wrists tighter.

Stacey widened her stance and stretched the muscles in her calf. Then bringing her leg back, she delivered a nut-crunching kick into Russian stud's groin. Boris' jewels were visibly flattened inside his briefs as Stacey's foot made full contact, squishing his young, juicy gonads into his body.

Boris grunted.

"One . . ." Stacey smiled in mock sympathy as she launched another kick into Boris' nuts, ramming them hard into his crotch.

"Two . . ."

Boris' eyes crossed slightly and he coughed as Stacey's instep sank into the soft flesh of Boris' plums and drove them into his pelvis.

"Three . . ."

Boris' facial expression changed slowly as the pain set in.

"Four . . ."

Having found her rhythm, Stacy kicked her soft sock-clad foot repeatedly into his exposed groin.

Five . . . six . . . seven . . . Stacey's toes slammed into the heavy package repeatedly.

Boris let out a low, gurgling moan.

Eight . . . The sound of Stacey's foot connecting with his poor nuts echoed across the living room.

Sara cheered on her mom as she punted her boyfriend's gonads deeper into his body.

Nine. . . .

Boris' lips quivered and his face paled. "Please . . ." he whispered.

"Uh, uh. The game's not over yet, just one more." Stacey grinned. Taking a few steps back, she charged forward and kicked Boris' crotch with all the force she could muster. Her petite foot caught his meaty nuggets dead-on, smashing them hard and driving them all the way up into his bony pelvis.

Boris shrieked, his face a mask of pain and sunk to the floor with his hands buried in his crotch.

"That's ten!" Sara shouted.

Both women laughed as the stricken young stud laid doubled over on the floor and nursed his busted nuts.

Leaving Boris on the floor to fend for himself, the two women headed back to the kitchen. The sound of their voices drifted back into the living room where Boris remained alone, moaning softly on the floor. Eventually the pain eased enough for him to climb back to his feet. It was no small task, the slightest movements sent shockwaves of jarring pain through his bruised gonads.

He took his time, slowly climbing up the stairs until he reached the small guest bedroom. Boris closed the door and made his way over to the bed, gently lowering himself down. Laying flat on his back, Boris stared up at the ceiling and listened to the steady beat of his heart. After a time his breathing steadied and he closed his eyes.

Just as Boris felt himself drifting off to sleep, he heard light-falling footsteps make their way up the stairs and pause just outside the bedroom door. Boris rolled over and watched the door open and was surprised when he saw Sara's mom standing there alone.

"I came to see how you were doing." She whispered as she closed the door behind her.

"Oh, thanks." Boris said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm ok."

Stacey cast her eyes down to his crotch. "I hope we weren't too rough on you."

Boris propped himself up on an elbow, suddenly aware of the way she was looking at him. "Nah, I'll be alright." He tried to cover himself with the blanket, but realized that he was laying on top of it.

As Stacey glided across the room, the front of her robe flowed open, revealing her long, curvy thighs. Boris couldn't help but stare as she came and sat next to him on the bed.

Stacey folded her legs across across one another smiled. "I think Sara is a lucky woman."

Boris nodded his head without comprehension, his eyes fixed on the older woman's cleavage. Stacey opened her robe a bit further, giving the young stud a better glimpse of her magnificent breasts.

Boris' dick grew hard instantly, threatening to burst through his underwear.

Stacey smiled as she reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down with one yank, causing Boris' cock to bounce against his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Boris' voice was a hoarse whisper.

He shuddered as Stacey wrapped her slender hands around his massive erection and began to stroke. In moments, precum leaked down the side of his shaft and provided lubrication to Stacey's fingers.

"Just relax and concentrate on shooting a nice big load for me." Stacey smiled and squeezed the crown of his swollen cock between her skilled fingers.

Boris groaned in pleasure. His body was so sore and yet her hands felt so good.

"What if Sara comes?" He whispered. She'd never forgive him if she found out.

"Don't worry about that sweetie." Stacey cooed as she stroked his shaft harder. "Just focus on these." She paused to open the the front of her robes and rubbed her soft, naked breasts against his torso. Boris moaned deeply as his cock began to shudder.

Lost in his own thoughts, Boris failed to hear the door open.

"I see you got started without me." Sara said as she walked into the room.

Boris' head shot up and and his eyes went wide with terror at the sight of his girlfriend.

"Sara sweetie, come join us." Stacey replied gaily. "I could use some help over here."

Sara sat across from her mother as she continued to pound away at her boyfriend's penis.

Boris braced himself, unsure of what would happen next. She stared deep into his eyes for several meaningful seconds. Then reaching down, she gently grabbed his nutsac and cradled the juicy plums in the palm of her hand.

Boris breathed in sharply, feeling the tension in his body begin to build.

While Stacey continued to work over his shaft, Sara bent down between his lap and began sucking on his nuts. The dread in his heart quickly lifted and Boris moaned as each of his testicles disappeared into Sara's mouth with a loud 'slurp,' as she rolled the fat orbs around in her mouth.

"Oh, he likes that a lot." Stacey said said as she pumped her hands back and forth.

"He sure does." Sara said holding on to Boris' nuts with both her hands.

Boris moaned as Sara kneaded his jewels, crunching his meaty balls between her fingers. What was happing to him?

"You've been such a good trooper this weekend, my mom and I decided that you deserved a little treat." Sara said as if she'd read his mind.

Boris couldn't believe what he was hearing. The entire situation was so bizarre, but as the orgasm began to build, it quickly was becoming too difficult to concentrate.

"Uh, oh, here it comes." Stacey said as she watched Boris' muscles tense and his cock begin to quiver.

Boris began to moan heavily as his hips began to buck and his nutsac tightened in his girlfriend's hand. Suddenly, Boris' cock shuddered as thick white ropes of cum erupted into the air. Sara and Stacey gasped as they were spurted with Boris' potent Russian spunk as it flew through the air and formed puddles on the bed and carpet. Shot after shot, his baby-makers churned as Boris' dick continued to pump out a deluge of thick jizz.

Boris threw his head back and moaned as the final drops of sperm were emptied from his balls. Utterly spent and exhausted, he laid back panting heavily as Sara climbed up next to him and wrapped her arms around his large, hulking frame.

Stacey dipped her finger into one of the sticky pools that had landed beside her and lifted it up to her lip and tasted the salty goo. She felt her own juices begin to surge between her legs as she savored it.

"I should leave you two lovebirds and go wash up." She said, rising to her feet, she left the room and closed the door behind her.