Preunbb's Ballbusting and Castration stories. preunbb Uncategorized November 5, 2018. December 12, 2018. 1 Minute. houseofhandjobs: A group hug. “So we’re calling the hospital to have…this one removed, right?”. “No, for the last time, it’s the *left* one!”. “Wait, rightie’s pretty …Estimated Reading Time: 1 min
An archive of ball busting stories taken from the former site bbstories.takethepitch.com. Wednesday, August 8, 2007. Aunt Carol by boyballkiller. Greg was an only child, He was a small weak little 11 year old who lived with his mother. His father had died when he was very young; at least that is what he was told. He was a very bad kid as well.
Stories about ballbusting, cbt and castration fantasies Here you will find stories of mine, all under the topic of ballbusting and cbt. Some of these stories are more brutal, some are rather sensual, some ends in the destruction of the testicles and castration, while others are just about the actual ball busting.
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Josh dropped to his knees, panting and spent. Torturing his fathers nuts turned from a dating failsafe to a nearly nightly endeavor as both parties became attuned to the sexually charged nature of ballbusting. His egg was crushed brutally down to a fraction of its normal size, and the violent action forced the first spurt of cum from his overstuffed sack. His tongue was fully extended, determined to capture as much of the freshly tapped sperm as possible. Driving home neither one of them said much. The last week was really hard for his balls: The weather was beautiful and Clem wanted to go hiking and they also made a cycling tour. His father was even more popular with the ladies then he was. He only let it out of special occasions. Thick splats of babybatter peppered his fathers face, which was agape in shock as his brain attempted to process the sensation emanating from his loins. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past. He was 11 also. She then grabbed his balls and placed them in a semi-circular cutout on a bar between his legs. She then cuffed his ankles at the bottom of the table. She then went to a closet and pulled out a paddle with a baseball attached to it. He desired testicles that were unbreakable, but conversely desired total sterility from the most violent acts possible. The carpeting was covered entirely with a waterproof sheet to deter any stains from setting in. Jackson leaned back and imagined the German's testicles caught under a reinforced boot, bursting into chunks. The meticulously shaven testes were mashed and mauled in near silence, with only a few morning chirps of birds interrupting the silence. Droplets of cum fired upwards onto Scott's waiting face and his hands trembled to maintain the pressure deep into his baby maker. At the same time, the head of the hammer crushed his already compromised testicle to half it's normal girth, pancaking it out against the hard wooden surface. She read a lot of reports from people having done various things to stretch their balls and read into the matter more and more. Finally, the nearly endless flow of cum seceded and Mark's eyes rolled into his head, his body overwhelmed by agony as the waves of pleasure subsided. The subs final load would dribble down his lumpy scrotum to the floor, and his dick would wilt down to a broken nub, never to rise again. The way he leaped up off the bench when she stepped in the ring was only a reminder to Dani how easy this was going to be. The former athlete took training his testicles as seriously as his previous althetic career, spending hours researching and developing a training regime to increase their durability and pain threshold to the highest levels. The she placed another bar over that and locked it. Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, With each blow, a subsequent arc of semen was let loose from its endless basin, coating Scott's body with his own gravy and filling his waiting mouth with ever more cum. His balls were ve. His balls were still small however. With a loud thud his heavy muscled body came to rest before his son, coated his his own juices. Sometimes we meet up after practice and take turns kicking his nuts. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Two evenings ago it happend, that she came down onto one of his balls and crushed it really hard between his and her pelvic bones. He always got straight A's and he never got into trouble" They arrived about 2 hours later. His nervous hands had only succeeded in pounding the metal halfway through the dense nugget, and waves of agony unlike anything he had experienced before began radiating up his body. Scott's sack inflated with rapid swelling, like a macabre water balloon. December 24, This is another translated version of an old story of mine. With each cruel probe of his jelly-like huevo, Mark could distinctly taste a salty spurt of baby batter leaking down his throat as his son was obviously enjoying the sensation of his dying nut oozing under his toes. At some point, however, the "friendly" sperm killing sessions turned into something darker. She always looked professional, button up shirts that stretched over her more than ample breasts and straight cut mini skirts that showed off her phenominal legs. With a clink of metal , he tossed aside the metal instrument allowing his cock flop in the open air. Greg squirmed and tried to hold his balls but they were encased in the metal box and he could do nothing. He locked eyes with his father, reveling in the pained expression in his eyes and enjoying how the muscular stud kept his mouth wide for his pleasure. Parts of his sack had the consistency of pulp Clunk, splick Clunk, Splotch More and more parts of the nut were pulped and the weight bore down, determined to find the path of least resistance through the thick organ. It was 8 pm on a saturday evening and I was in a nearly empty train to get home. Mark's left testicle was swelling at a rapid rate, now obviously larger then it's counterpart and turning bright red from the brutal treatment. At the same time his ball was ripped in twain, his cock released the largest load of it's life as if attempting to vacate it's contents before they were severed irreversibly. Scott's testicle was one of incredible size and girth, easily surpassing a large orange in mass and absolutely churned with semen.
An archive of ball busting stories taken from the former site bbstories. Greg was an only child, He was a small weak little 11 year old who lived with his mother. His father had died when he was very young; at least that is what he was told. He was a very bad kid as well. Maybe it was because he had no fatherly supervision or maybe he was trying to act tough because he was so weak, in any case he did everything wrong. His mother was fed up and one day tried something new. Greg's mother received a call at work saying that he had been caught stealing instruments from the science storeroom. This was not the first time and she knew the drill. He was to be suspended When she got to the school she listened to the principal tell her what he had done. She toned it out; she had heard it so many times. Then she awoke when she heard something surprising. Driving home neither one of them said much. Then Greg's mother said, "We are not going home, we are going to your Aunt Carol's. I hate her house. It is so boring and Brian is such a little suck-up. He always got straight A's and he never got into trouble". They arrived about 2 hours later. Greg's mother met a surprised Aunt Carol on the front porch. The talked for a few minutes then Aunt Carol tilted her head and looked at Greg and smirked. Greg came out of the car and went inside. Greg slowly went upstairs and found Brian reading on his bed, he had just gotten home from school. He was 11 also. He was also a very weak little boy. I got suspended for stea What is it?! My m-m-mother will punish me too. Before he could ask Brian what he meant, Greg's mother and his Aunt Carol walked in the room. Greg quickly turned and said "What is this about me being punished? His Aunt Carol gave a scornful look at Brian as he wildly shook his head saying, "No n-n-no!!! Please I d-d-didn't say anyth-th-thing!!! He rushed out the door and went to the basement. Greg was sat down on the bed by his mother and his Aunt carol stood overhead. His mother stood up and they both dragged Greg down to the basement. They reached the bottom of the basement stairs and Greg saw Brian nervously standing by a small tilted table. His mother went back up and locked the door with a chain and key lock. Brian was fidgeting around and still crying. He had not begun puberty yet and had no hair around his marble size testicles. His penis was only 2 inches long at most. I condition him more and more until he stops. I will show you. This is okay though, because now you can have a demonstration of it. His Aunt Carol restrained Brian's arms to wristlocks at the top of the table. He did not struggle he was too afraid. She then cuffed his ankles at the bottom of the table. His aunt Carol took Brian's thighs and positioned them behind bars so his legs were spread wide apart. She then grabbed his balls and placed them in a semi-circular cutout on a bar between his legs. The she placed another bar over that and locked it. It kept his balls in place well.
He allowed the point of the nail to slightly dimple the skin in the dead center of his massive left egg, not enough to draw blood, but enough to cause a slight rush of pain. Eyes wired to the tortured orb, Scott gripped the top of the weight with both hands and forced the weight toward the table in a jerking motion. His father leaned back, sighed dramatically, and spoke. She quickly grew bored of wrestling the girls and made the case to the coach he was holding her back by keeping her from the boys. She looked over at Greg and smiled and then slammed her fist into Brian's balls. Even if he wanted to ask for mercy, his son had forbidden the use of a safeword. Clunk, Clunk. Driving home neither one of them said much. There he sat, one hand between his legs and stroking his penis while staring over. The former athlete took training his testicles as seriously as his previous althetic career, spending hours researching and developing a training regime to increase their durability and pain threshold to the highest levels. The subs final load would dribble down his lumpy scrotum to the floor, and his dick would wilt down to a broken nub, never to rise again. The next volley of blows came rushing down onto the unyielding iron instrument at rapid speed. The car was a wreck but they both were okay, but she threw the control out the window. The man walked up to the workbench in the center of the room which housed an arrangement of tools and iron weights he had organized earlier in the week. Clunk, squuuick. His mouth fell slack jawed despite the removal of the gag, globs of spittle coating his lips. His mother stood up and they both dragged Greg down to the basement. Even to me now, this story seems to be quite extreme, especially when you think about that I was only 15 when I had all those ideas! An intricate lattice of ropes prevented any virility saving movement, and each stomp left the subs testes a deeper shade of reddish purple. The last week was really hard for his balls: The weather was beautiful and Clem wanted to go hiking and they also made a cycling tour. Josh began stomping onto the squishy nut, smashing the organ against the floor brutally. He gently rotated his thumbs into the meaty organs, smiling as his dad arched his back pleasurable and moaned from the sensation. The resistance was getting weaker. His ball was beginning to swell horribly from the treatment and he was panting slightly in concentration to not pull his body away from the brutal ball play. In wordless determination, Scott raised the mallet again. Fresh sperm churned within his gargantuan testes and the volume increased with every gentle caress of his massive shaft and each testicle crushing strike he observed on his favorite fetish sites. His minuscule cock twitched with each wave of nut pain as if begging for a pleasurable caress, but it had been years since Scott had even touched his shaft. Clunk, splick Clunk, Splotch. The feeling of a testicular rupture was almost impossible for Jackson to explain but it was something he craved with a fervent hunger. Her body on the other hand was far from subtle, from the top down she was drop dead gorgeous. She then grabbed his balls and placed them in a semi-circular cutout on a bar between his legs. She was having so much fun she ran a red light and was in an accident. This was not the first time and she knew the drill. But she never tried something more extreme. The durable innards of his nuts were seemingly invulnerable to blunt force, distributing weight like a perfect shock absorption device. He Started It January 12, Danielle was a tough girl at school. The first thing everyone noticed was her breasts, her perfect supple breasts. The whole story is about three teenage girls getting back on their three rapists, one after another. Marks cock was harder that it ever had been. It seemed Jim was destined to try no harder than the bare minimum and scrape by in life, something his parents would not abide by. The older stud was able to score dates with the hottest instagram models and models in the city with seemingly little effort. His testicle was sewn up and a sperm count indicated full functionality. The impressive shaft pulsed with each testicle cracking kick on the brink of orgasm despite the danger his testes were in. Josh stripped off his gym tee before taking a seat across from his beefy father, his abs drenched in sweat from an intense workout at his boxing gym. For Josh, there was something about punting his father in the nuts that felt intrinsically correct to him. Subtlety was her strong suite and there was an undefinable sexiness about that. It was as if his manhood was determined to pass on it's genes in one final attempt. His mother went back up and locked the door with a chain and key lock. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past. The absolute worst was yet to come however. Each blow was harder than the previous one, distorting the organs harshly with each resulting blow. She toned it out; she had heard it so many times. The testicle training would push his tough testes to their limits as their membrane stability would be compromised. Josh could feel a truly massive orgasm growing in his nuts as the pancaked ball began to break down under his weight. With his free hand he unhooked the ball gag from behind his fathers head.
At half past midnight, when most of the god fearing members of the conservative town were sleeping undisturbed, a single light in the basement of a cookie cutter home was barely visible in the sprawling suburbia. The room was triple insulated and sound proof, with a frosted glass window to avoid prying eyes; the debauchery performed inside would mean social exile at the least, or even jail time if the small town law enforcement ever became involved. The owner of the small, unassuming home slowly made his way down the rickety stairs to his lair, unceremoniously removing clothing with each step. Scott was a timid, reticent man with some semblance of muscle under his ill fitted suit, but an obvious pudge around his midsection. His cheap suit discarded on the steps, Scott stepped naked into the dimly lit basement walking with purpose. The man was slightly under average height and sported some flab gained from years of luxurious eating habits. Heading into his forties, he could best be described as handsome but forgettable, a sort of cookie cutter businessman with fading youth. He sported an ashy red beard, a nondescript business haircut, and an average jawline. His only notable feature, which former partners remembered better than his facial features, was attached between his legs, and it flopped into view as he shuffled into the room. Scott always walked with a slight waddle in his step, legs slightly too far apart with an awkward gait. Which might have been attributed as a mild bout with gout or spinal injury to the onlooker, the true reason became clear the moment his pants came off. Instead of a heathy pair of testes, Scott was born with single lonely egg floating scrotum solo. This genetic mishap was seen as both a blessing and a burden to Scott. Despite nature only granting him a single ball, it was compensated by the sheer mass of nut meat that filled his sack nearly to the brim. The organ lay in his sack like a softball in a sock, an overripe grapefruit of dense reproductive tissue and stuffed full of churning semen. It swung from his groin like a wrecking ball, bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step like a perverse Hacky Sack. Scott's single testicle was gargantuan, at the very largest of sizes excluding medical conditions effecting testes. Scott fumbled with a small key, unlocking a cock cage that kept his shaft pressed firmly into his body. With a clink of metal , he tossed aside the metal instrument allowing his cock flop in the open air. It was barely bigger than a thumb when flaccid, a completely pathetic excuse for a member and as such he kept it locked away nearly perpetually. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past. His cock was now shrinking rapidly from near constant restraint; locked tightly into a cage as a pathetic memory of a former manhood. The man walked up to the workbench in the center of the room which housed an arrangement of tools and iron weights he had organized earlier in the week. Whistling a faint tune into the silence, Scott tapped at a switchboard. Directional lights flickered to life, illuminating the table below. A dull hum of machinery was heard as an array of cameras woke from slumber; blinking red dots blipped into existence from the shadows. Scott laced his fingers together, scooping his ball horizontal to his body, then dropped it with a splat to the work surface. The orb jiggled slightly from the force like a boiled ostrich egg. Scott then tied off his nut, effectively mounting the thick organ to the table. It had no chance of escape. The spotlights hit every angle perfectly, the cameras were recording, Scott was feeling good. Scott grunted with effort as he picked up a waiting iron plate. He then rotated the plate vertically and carefully positioned his nut under the weight, shivering slightly at the sensation of cold steel on his warm babymaker. After a few attempts, he was able to perfectly divide the orb down the middle with the edge of the weight. Slowly, he let the weight rest onto the beleaguered orb, flattening his egg as the pressure increased. With each millimeter of distortion his huevo took, his cock grew at the same rate to full mast. At a maximum size of three inches, his full raging erection did nothing to interfere with the fixed path of the weight, which was slowly sinking deeper into his reproductive organ. His minuscule cock twitched with each wave of nut pain as if begging for a pleasurable caress, but it had been years since Scott had even touched his shaft. Scott's testicle was one of incredible size and girth, easily surpassing a large orange in mass and absolutely churned with semen. The first inch of meat around the dense nugget was easily distortable, such that a cruel thumb or vice could dimple its flesh. It's hardness massively increased towards the "core" of his nut, taking on a rubber like feel and similar elasticity. The durable innards of his nuts were seemingly invulnerable to blunt force, distributing weight like a perfect shock absorption device. His nut's tenure in his body was truly impressive, due to the constant abuse the organ received. Tonight would be the ultimate test. With measured precision, Scott lifted his hands from the iron weight, pinching his nipples tenderly and moaning with the sensation of nut pain. The forty five pound weight was positioned like a blunt chisel, squishing his nut into two equal halves of meat. Scott opened his eyes and glanced down at the distorted mass of flesh affixed brutally to the table below him. His baby maker was dimpled nearly in half, with two bulging masses of reproductive tissue squished out filling his scrotum to the brim. His nut was beet red, with white lines highlighting the intense pressure the organ was experiencing.