Tell your Fantasies in a few Lines (and pics ?)

Fantasy: I'm an expert cat burglar, stealing government information or some artifact or something. A rival burglar, a beautiful blonde with short hair, is after the same prize and we meet. Our quick witted quips turn to fighting. I'm stronger and faster, but she keeps managing to nail me in the balls. Just when it seems that I have her beat, she sticks her hand in my pants and grabs a nut, then squeezes it like hell, making me release whatever hold I have her in and just focus on the pain. She knocks me out cold with a right hook, leaving me to take the rap for the stolen prize. Sometimes she's popped the nut, sometimes not, but that's a recurring dream I have.

I rented a room one summer break from college. Three girls, also students, roomed in the same house. I was only mildly attracted to one of the girls, but the living situation inspired one of my most enduring and retarded fantasies.

THE FANTASY:
Hot, ridiculously busty housemate, who notices how constantly distracted I am by her chest, challenges me to a wrestling match. If I win, I get to feel up her enormous HH cup breasts for two minutes. If she wins, I have to wear nothing more than bikini briefs--even women's panties sometimes, when she wants--for a MONTH while in the house AND essentially be her slave, doing whatever she says. Of course, I agree.

Before we "wrestle", she changes into the tiniest, tightest outfit she can: A tank top a few sizes too small, which her giant boobs strain against, nipples poking through, cleavage for miles, and a thong bikini bottom. As the countdown begins for our wrestling match to start, she jogs in place. I'm so hypnotized by those gargantuan jugs beneath her shirt bouncing around that the very moment the "wrestling match" starts, she immediately stomps on my foot and then kicks me square in the balls as hard as she can. I hit the floor moaning and she wins the match. I don't even get to touch her.

While I'm incapacitated, she and the other girls in the house tie me up and then cut my clothes off as I lay bound, gagged, and still reeling from the nut shot. From then on I spend the next month in various states of bondage and humilation, my female housemates dominating me physically by kicking, punching, or squeezing my balls.

They tease me sexually and then laugh at my dick getting hard beneath my briefs as I sit tied up and unable to do anything about it. One of the girls somehow owns a male chastity belt, which I'm ****** to wear when I'm free so that I can't jerk off. I'm to be chaste and frustrated the whole time, aroused constantly by the girls around me, but with no release.

One image I have is of me uncomfortably hogtied to the leg of a table, while one of the girls wears little short shorts and lays beside me studying, her tight, round ass right in my face, as she randomly wacks me in the balls with a ruler as I moan under a gag.

I like ballbusting, domination, busty women, teasing, and (in fantasies, but not, I find, in real life) orgasm denial.

Pics. Big breasts to drool over and sexy legs to kick me in the nuts are important. I, uh, "use" these pics frequently.

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Originally Posted by TEFKAL

I spend the night in a motel alone. In the morning I wake up realizing a strange butt over my face. My arms, legs and hip are bound to the bed so I can't move. Suddenly the face of a strange woman moves into my sight. She explains me that I will now workship her pussy and later her ass, while she will take attention to my balls. Everytime I lick her in a way that she donesn't like or slow down, she squeezes my balls or slap them. Her ass ckokes down my screams and all I can hear is her laughing and moaning.

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Great, but add to that: she is wearing vampyre gloves!

My fantasy is being caught naked in the neighbors garden fucking one of her watermelons. She sees me through her kitchen window, and it's not the first either. Her eyes lock onto my big swinging testicles as Im humping her melon.

"NOT THIS TIME MISTER"!

It's mid afternoon, the watermelon is so hot. I'm pumping my balls off into it when suddenly a garden spade slams into the back of my head (BONG) I'm seeing stars for a moment it knocking the tobccy right outa me mouth! Turning as the watermelon slides off my cock. "SHAZAMS! Ms linda that hurt awful"!

She's mad as hell for some reason! I look down to where my chew flew and bent to pick it up when that garden spade she had came up between my legs into my balls! "FUCKING SHAZAMS"! As fate would have it as I went down my cock slid right into that watermelon again! She was so mad she slamed that spade into my balls again causing my cock to split that watermelon right in two under me then slamed that spade right down on my buttocks again driving my cock completely right through it into the dirt under. It's completely ruined now. God she's so stupid making me ruin her own watermelon like that!

Well, this is my first post which I finally figured out allows me to use the site. So it won't be that great. But I've always had a ********** fantasy and have always secretly wanted to have a permanent relationship with a beautiful woman who loves, castrates and cuckolds me. When I jerk off to a pretty girl, I imagine that she has or will ******** me, either with or without my consent. I've done some posts on cuckoldplace.com which is like this. But I like the idea of the woman being in charge and maybe even getting me to beg for **********, before finally receiving it. I realize that's a big step with no return, but, it would certainly establish who is in charge!

I hope this is enough of a start. I will have pics to post later, but I think I'm not allowed yet. Looking forward to exploring and contributing.
Also, I just removed a link to a free membership site like this one, just so I won't get into trouble.

I'm remembering a story I read several years ago--harsh, but definitely along these lines. If anyone has a copy of this one, please post--

The slave is seated on a sturdy exercise bike with a transparent frame; the massive rear wheel is completely enclosed in the clear plastic. In the seat there is a slot that opens to accommodate the slave's hanging balls and then locks shut to trap them. They dangle mere inches above the wheel, inside the same enclosure.

His hands are fastened to the handlebars and he is made to pedal hard for exercise. The heavy wheel takes a lot of effort to get going, but eventually his exertions have it spinning very quickly and you can hear the hum as it rotates on smooth bearings, carrying great momentum even when the slave slows his pedaling because of the flying gear--he cannot slow it with the pedals. He can feel a light breeze on his balls from the great spinning wheel, but knows it is far enough away to be any danger. The slave starts to sweat as his legs pump the pedals faster, eager to please his mistress. She stands with a sly grin and very little clothing, and his cock begins erecting, a drop of precum glistening at its eye.

She smiles broadly, takes a remote control from her pocket, and presses the button.

From within the surface of the heavy rear flywheel, dozens of tiny, hard rubber balls release, bound by strong, short tethers to the rim of the heavy disk.

In a fraction of a second they are already slamming hard into his unprotected and trapped testicles, positioned directly in the line of fire. His nuts are hammered by hundreds of small impacts a second, totally immobilized in the clear plastic prison, with nowhere to escape to. The small rubber balls rebound on their lines and are swung around immediately for another assault on the slave's own balls, again and again and again, at perhaps hundreds of RPM. The repeated impacts are the only way the heavy flywheel can shed its considerable kinetic energy, and as the almost unthinkable barrage overwhelms the slave's tortured nerves, a hot thick fountain of cum lets loose from his cock, spurting with force all over his chest, his face, the bicycle, and his (greatly entertained) mistress.

His involuntary orgasm, however, has no effect on the wheel, which continues, and will continue, to spin until it sheds all its energy into the slave's now-drained and swollen nuts.

She starts to rub herself to a slow, leisurely orgasm, and he starts to scream in earnest now.

MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!
Now that sounds nice!
Can I get one of those bikes for Xmas? *s*

I liked that, if that is from an actually story, Id like to read that one!
Hehehe. It got me thinking.
Maybe we could get hundreds of them, and then connect them up to the national grid or something to generate power.
Of course they would have to be on for a long time to even start any benefit for saving energy so maybe all the rapists and sex offenders of the world should be made to be on them.
They used their genitals for bad use, now they should be made to put them to something good.
All in a row, maybe experiments could be made by adding other things into the wheel part...say.....thumb tacks? catcus needles?*eg*

Or maybe another version could be that if one guy doesnt want that punishment to hape to him, he has to peddle this other bike which has the wheel with lots of flaps on it, maybe rubber, sand paper or wood, and then another guy legs are spread eagled over te wheel so his nuts dangle above it and each flap hits them over and over.

Mmm...picturing that scene youve just posted has got me....quite excited! Ooooh*w*

BBP

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I am visiting a country like Mexico and I go to a brothel to look for some women. When I get there all the women are occupied except for a rather plump forty something, who looks like she should have retired a few years ago.

She looks at me and approaches she starts speaking in spanish and making money signs. I turn to leave and she grabs my waist with one hand and starts carressing my groin. Although she is not much to look at I start to get hard. She notices this and starts to negotiate fees again I pretend I do not understand. She decides a different tack and starts squeezing my balls harder and harder until I pay up. I leave the house badly hurt and she just laughs.

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Originally Posted by cballs

Vampire bitejob definately :)

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NICE !!!!
Sucking the blood from your pumping vains !

I am getting a lapdance from a hot stripper and at the begining she asks me how I like my dances. I don't answer quick enough so she tells she likes em rough. She then proceeds to do as much damage to my balls with her fantastic ass as she possibly can. She also does some playful foot tapping and at one point drops her knee on my balls(or just one unfortunate ball) while smothering my face in her luscious chest. Although I am experiencing pain that I never dreamed of, I am also more excited than I can ever remember. At the height of my pleasure/pain I stumble out the words "Uh... I'm gonna pop!"

She turns around and looks me in the eyes and says "No, you're not. They are!"

She then turns around and jumps into the air and tucks her legs up. Her ass, with all of her weight behind it, come slamming down on my balls and rock solid dick. I have the most amazing, and possibly last, orgasm of my life. She stays on my lap for a minutes, bouncing up and down with that perfect ass of hers, then stands up and thanks me for the stress relieving dance. I hand her all of the money I have and she says "If all your parts still work, come see me again."

She then leaves the both, telling the guys outside "He's going to need a minute, and maybe a cab."

Hey, i liked those. especially the bike and lapdance one. :D

the lapdance one is awesome

(one of) my own fantasy(ies) is basic; to be fucked by a fairly muscled lady with a strapon dildo who would crush my balls in her strong hands at the same time.
I'm still hetero (that means I've never had, and almost never desired, homosexual relations) but some aspects of my fantasy question me: why is the lady muscled, which is more a manly characteristic? Why do I ask her to crush my balls (and to destroy my manhood)?

Thanks for the Kudos, Benny and Chaboy. I was thinking about writing a story about that a while ago, but having summed it up in 2 paragraphs makes me think there might not be enough meat in the idea to warrant a whole story.

I've had that little fantasy rolling around in my head ever since the first time I went to a strip club and witnessed my friend get his birthday dance, which was really just a 4 minute ballbusting session where 6 different strippers tried to ******** my friend with their behinds. It was kind of funny because during the dance, everyone is cringing and gasping, but as soon as the dance was done, people were saying "I got to come back on my birthday!" or "How much do you think I'd have to pay for a dance like that?"

I've only been to a 2 strip clubs since then, and I always tell myself before hand that I should ask for a rough dance, but in the end, I just sit there and take what they give.

Someday, though.

one of the topics I like best is when a guy gets a solid knee to his balls because he could not resist the temptation to grab a ladies breasts. now imagine him rolling on the floor with both hands clutching his groin, and the lady who kicked him teases him and mockingly asks him if doesn't want to try it for a second time...

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