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.
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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.
THUD!
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.
CRUNCH!!!!
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.
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!
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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.
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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.
THUD!
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.
CRUNCH!!!!
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 -
