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I found these two short clips. Posted by Newport348 in another forum.
One of the best Nut stomping clip, ever.
Sub4her2
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http://rapidshare.com/files/171905480/MovieRV206.wmv
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i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm glad to see clips like these. This one is under 2 minutes long. But worth the time to see.
PS. The original uploader is Newport348
http://rapidshare.com/files/17320053...lldancing1.mov
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awsome pics, keep em coming
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
ouch i feel pain for my balls too when i watch this but...i like it :)
Hi there,
I read that the balls will burst when putting too much pressure on them (about more than 30kg?). Is that true? What is your experience? When I see that girls rest with their full weight on the nuts with their high heels I would assume that they can take more than 30kgs.
Most men can take over 50kgs before they damage their balls. It would take a lot more than that to make them rupture though.
oooooh! my fav type of ballbusting pics are excellent
i dont know if anyone has already posted this but, i loved this clip
http://www.footfetishtube.com/view_v...e5fc5b434a4024
Here's a pretty good story I read in another forum.
Sub4her2
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The first time Jeff saw Joanne, she was dancing with a group of friends. Jeff was sat on a leather couch that was against the wall of a nightclub. Something about the girl, her body, her movements, her clothes and her face attracted him the way a bright light attracts a moth. He liked her short cropped hair, especially the way Joanne had died it bright pink. He liked her pixie like face, her button nose, green eyes and wide mouth. He liked her slender body, the way she was so long and willowy. He liked her block heeled shoe boots, with cut away toes and open sides. He liked her knee high woollen socks, they were pink to match her hair and had a turnover at the knee. He liked her white shorts and her belly top.
As she moved and stepped and laughed and danced he found himself wanting to be near her, to talk to her, dance with her, kiss her and make love to her. He sat and stared. One of her friends said something in Joanne’s ear. She looked across, looking right into Jeff’s face. He was shocked into immobility. She started walking toward him. He sat and looked at her as she approached. She twirled a strand of hair around one finger.
She stopped, smiled and scooted into place next to Jeff on the couch. “Hi,” she began. Jeff said hi. “My friend said you were staring at me. She said you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, like you were in a trance or something.” Jeff looked mortally embarrassed, kind of scared and kind of excited. “So I thought I’d come over and say hello,” Joanne continued.
“Okay,” said Jeff. “I, I admit it. I was staring. It’s just, just that you. You’re. You’re so pretty.” Jeff stopped talking. He felt and sounded a bit pathetic. He hated the word pretty, it was so tame, he just couldn’t think of a better one.
“Thanks,” said Joanne laughing. “Why not buy me a drink, and we can chat?” Jeff stood, a bit like a robot might. “Rum and coke is fine,” said the beguiling girl. Jeff wandered off to the bar. When he came back he saw Joanne had taken off her boots, which stood neatly on the floor under the table. She had her legs stretched out resting on a leather footstool. He smiled as his innards churned, seeing her socks had yellow reinforced sections at the toes and heels.
As he handed her her drink Joanne waggled her feet backwards and forwards, before arching her feet and toes sharply down. Jeff fought to keep his eyes off her feet. He had long had a foot fetish, but he knew lots of girls found it a bit freaky. He sat down and took a sip of his pint.
Joanne talked and he listened. She told him her name, and hw she liked to party, how she lived alone and didn’t want any long term commitments. Jeff nodded and smiled. She told him she could tell he wanted to kiss her, and then she leaned close, her nose less than an inch from his. She said she wanted him to kiss her, softly, gently, sweetly, on the lips. She said he should kiss her for just a few seconds, then pull back.
Jeff was in shock. He leaned forward, closed his eyes, pursed his lips and kissed Joanne gently on the lips. She met his kiss warmly. Their lips were together for a count of three, before he drew back. Joanne smiled. “Just like that,” she said softly.
They sat together talking for over an hour. For much of the time Jeff was distracted by the swaying and flexing of Joanne’s socked feet, a sight that made his balls churn and his cock throb and flex. Then Joanne dropped a bombshell. “Why not come back to my place?” Jeff couldn’t think of one single reason not to.
The taxi ride to her home was fun. Joanne sat on the main seat. She asked Jeff to sit on the floor so she could rest her booted feet in his lap. In spite of the wet patch on the floor of the cab, Jeff squatted down, facing the ethereal girl who had so easily robbed him of his self control. She glanced at him, smiled, then lifted her feet, extended her legs, and plomped her heels down. Her right boot lay against Jeff’s left thigh, the heel bumping his testicles under the thin material of his pants. This set off fireworks in Jeff’s brain and groin. Her left foot and leg crossed over the right, adding extra weight and giving Jeff more to stare at.
The jolting bumping and general jostling of the cab as they drove along was converted into delightful sensations in Jeff’s crotch. Joanne’s heels bumped and slid against and playfully abused his cock and balls. Jeff noticed Joanne bit her lip and closed her eyes a little whenever her heel bumped his testes.
They reached her home, paid the cab driver and were soon inside. Joanne and Jeff were soon kissing deeply, passionately and hungrily. Jeff loved the taste of Joanne’s mouth. He loved the feel of her teeth and tongue. He nearly fainted when her little hand cupped his cock and balls and gave them a squeeze through his pants.
She broke off from the kiss and led him into the living room. He wanted her so badly. She danced about the room, playfully tantalising him. “Which would you rather feel on your cock,” she said, “my hands or my feet?” He gazed at her, unable to speak. “C’mon silly,” she goaded, “or did I steal your voice when I kissed you?”
Jeff paused. Finally he said “Feet.” Joanne giggled.
“C’mon then.” She held out her hand. Jeff took it and allowed the girl to lead him up the stairs. She showed him a little box room at the back of her house. There was an odd construct on the floor, a bit like a wooden box with hinged lids. Joanne opened the lids and said “You lie here, naked, and I close the lid but I pull your cock and balls up through this hole, see?” She showed him how the lids had semi-circular holes cut in them so when they met they made a round hole that his cock and balls could fit through. She looked very excited. She danced on her toes. Eyes wide she kissed Jeff firmly, leaving him breathless when she pulled away.
“If you let me tie your hands behind your back I’ll use my feet and toes to make your balls explode like never before. I can make you feel things no girl has ever made you feel. What do you say?” As she said all this she held her face very very close to Jeff’s. He inhaled her breath as she spoke, making himself dizzy with excitement. He nodded. “Yayy!” she said, laughing and clapping.
She watched excitedly as Jeff stripped naked. When he was naked she cupped his balls again, giving them a little squeeze, then made him turn round. She took a cord from her back pocket and swiftly tied his wrists. Impatient to get going Joanne helped Jeff to lie down in the box. His heart beat crazy fast in his chest. His face turned as red as the head of his penis.
The beautiful girl lowered one lid and lifted Jeff’s cock and balls. This contact almost made him cum, and he had to strain to hold it back. Joanne saw his efforts and laughed delightedly. She closed the other lid and grinned to see Jeff’s cock and balls on the lid of the box. She removed her boots and stepped up onto the box. The lids flexed a little but held firm. The box was well made.
Jeff’s head was swimming. From this angle he thought Joanne looked like the perfect giantess. He imagined her crushing him underfoot. His cock stood to attention. Joanne looked down at his cock. She raised her right, sock clad foot, and brought it down on the needy organ. She pressed his cock flat to her floor, making Jeff wince slightly. She smiled. She held his cock down, beneath her heel, then swivelled her foot left and right, giving Jeff’s cock head some friction. He jerked. Joanne laughed.
She raised her foot slightly, feeling his cock rise up with it. She steadied herself, then banged it down firmly. “Owww, oww,” Jeff cried. Joanne chuckled. She moved her heel on his cock and brought it down on his left testicle instead. She applied a little pressure. Jeff felt dull pain. Joanne smiled down at him. She moved her left foot into position and brought that heel down on Jeff’s right ball. Even though she kept the majority of her weight on her toes, there was enough pressure on Jeff’s balls to cause him major pain and deflate his erection.
Jeff was in shock. What had started out as a wonderful experience, was turning into a nightmare. “Joanne, please, please. I don’t understand. Owwww, ow, ow, please stop. It hurts,” he pleaded.
“Shush now Jeff,” she said. “Or I’ll have to gag yoy.” Jeff started screaming. Joanne tutted and shook her head. She applied more pressure to the straining ballsacs under her sock clad heels. Jeff felt white hot lead in his bollocks. His balls were compresed, stretched and painfully distended. He screamed until he passed out. Joanne was glad she’d had the room soundproofed.
She fetched a ball gag and fitted it on Jeff. When she awoke she was sat at the side of him, reading. Her long legs were extended. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, left over right. Her right heel was atop his balls. He was in severe pain. He tried to scream but couldn’t.
“Ahh, good, you’re awake,” Joanne said. “I’ve been dying to get on and finish.” With that she stepped up onto the cock box again. She put her pink sock clad heel of her left foot on Jeff’s right bullock and concentrated on letting more and more pressure build up. Jeff’s ball screamed with pain. His body tensed and tremored. His eyes rolled in his head. “It’s starting to go,” said Joanne quietly, “I can feel it. Just one quick stomp and it’ll pop!” She chuckled. She raised her left foot, paused a second then stamped down hard. The ball popped and squished. Tissues, blood and semen spilled out as the wrecked ball was pulped. Joanne laughed, “Yessss! I love that feeling.”
Jeff was in agony. As Jeff lay lost in pain, Joanne hopped down and cut away his ruined ball. She used a sterile needle and thread to stitch up the wound after dowsing it in alcohol. She didn’t want to kill him after all, she only wanted to denut him. Jeff passed out. She injected him with a painkiller.
Several hours later she returned to the room to find Jeff awake. She climbed up on the platform and began scuffing his cock with the toes of her socky foot. Incredibly he became erect. She worked his cock expertly. He was soon puffing and panting. “This will be your last cum,” she informed him, “so enjoy it.” Jeff protested, but it was muted by his gag. She smiled as he got harder and harder. “I think you like the idea of me busting your balls,” she said. It was this that finally tipped him over the edge. He shot glob after glob of cum from his remaining ball. Joanne pumped it under her heel to empty it.
She pumped harder and harder until the skin split and her heel descended to meet the wooden lid of the box. She orgasmed as his ball popped and squished. She rode the wave of her pleasure for over a minute. “Now for the clean up and disposal” she said eventually. It was nothing she hadn’t done before, dressing the wound then dumping Jeff in the middle of nowhere. She set to work.
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Hey Sub4her2, I loved the story, can you link us to that forum as well? I'm hoping that the writer has more posted, perhaps a "hands" version of the story as well.
Either way, thanks for the post and have a great day!
sub4her2,
I agree with daradles. This story is excellent. :bananajum I'd love to read similar tales equally well written.
Please do let us know the other forum and it's address.
Thanks,
poolman2
Funny phase I find myself going through. With so limited materials to see on the Internet that I now find myself into reading stories about BallBusting. LOL
Here's another story from the same guy. I hope this story fits in this thread.
Sub4her2:)
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The columns that adorn the front of Isombard House are noted for their delicate scrollwork. In the morning light, the magnificent house, and its magnificent grounds shone. Gardeners buzzed here and there, busy with clippers, and trowels and spades. Birds flew merrily from treetop to forest grove. The world of hustle and bustle seemed a faint rumour, an untenable myth.
The blissful morning quiet was disturbed by the sounds of two pairs of high heeled sandals crunching over gravel. Melissa Carpenter and her friend Gabriella Iglesias chatted contentedly as they walked across the driveway to Gabriella’s sports car. Melissa did not see the butterfly that landed whisper soft on the ground before her moving feet. She did not note how the delicate gossamer creature waved its brown and yellow wings, sunning itself.
The foot that crushed the poor insect, grinding it between fragments of gravel, passed on its way in blissful ignorance. That her crushing sole wobbled a little, ripping the poor creature apart at its moment of demise, meant nothing to her.
The girls stopped, standing by the driver’s side door. With a smile, and some light thumb pressure on the combined alarm and door activator, Gabriella unlocked the car’s doors. She smiled at her friend, and handed her the key. Melissa’s slender fingers found the handle and lifted it, hearing the door unfasten with an almost pneumatic sound. She loved the sleek blue Ferrari and intended to buy it, if this test drive went well.
The beautiful, rich, independent 40 year old looked stunning in a simple, tailored, summer dress, cut to show off her slender boyish figure and her long, dancer’s legs. Her feet were prettily displayed in strappy, high heeled, diamond decorated sandals. Her nails were painted baby pink.
Gabriella, heiress to the Iglesias’ shoe empire looked similarly stunning in a black summer party dress, which clung to her ample bosom and backside. This too was cut high on the hem to show off her shapely, strong, athletic thighs and calves. She also wore strappy sandals. Both girls had sunglasses on their heads.
After the two girls fastened their seatbelts, Gabriella turned to her friend. “Just press your foot on the brake pedal, firmly, and push the ignition button, and she’ll start.” Melissa smiled nervously, reached down and slipped off her sandals. She tossed them onto the back seat, pushed splendidly bare foot down on the brake pedal, and pushed the ignition. The car roared into life. Melissa’s dancer’s feet worked between brake, clutch and gas. The car moved away from the house. As it did, Gabriella smiled broadly.
She knew something Melissa currently did not. She knew that her lover, Marco, was also in the car, and that he was far from comfortable.
One month previously, Isombard House blazed with light as a magnificent function took place. Rich and famous friends of Gabriella’s filled every room, even spilling out onto the formal lawns. The ballroom was a sea of sharply tailored gents and elegant, sophisticated ladies. Marco moved from room to room, admiring the feet of the women. He loved to see rich, beautiful, pampered ladies, and their rich, beautiful, pampered feet. He saw sandals of all styles and makes, fashioned by hand by men known for their exclusive designs. The feet inside these shoes, were buffed, painted and polished. There was something about the feet of rich women. Almost as if they were, themselves, arrogant and superior.
Marco stopped in a marble hallway, heart fluttering. Gabriella’s friend Melissa Stockbridge was sitting on a marble bench, one shoe off, rubbing her left foot and wincing. Marco approached, feeling more like a servant than a host. “May I help you?” he asked. Melissa looked up, smiling, “If you could do something to ease my poor feet that would be lovely.” Marco smiled.
He dropped to one knee, took hold of Melissa’s heel, rested her foot on his knee, and began to massage it. Melissa’s look of mild surprise soon transformed into a look of wanton pleasure. She groaned. Marco continued his ministrations. His cock was an iron bar in his pants. Of all Gabriella’s friends he thought Melissa the most attractive. She had a fairy like, ethereal quality, like silk made human. She had the most amazing feet and toes he had ever seen. To be able to touch them, hold them and caress them was overwhelming. Melissa sat with her eyes closed as his skilful fingers worked at soothing her feet. Each soft foot received loving attention. As Marco finished each foot, Melissa playfully raised it, pressed the big toe to his lips and made a kissing sound. Unable to resist, Marco kissed the pad of each of Melissa’s big toes, making her smile.
After everyone had gone home, Marco made the mistake of telling Gabriella how exquisite Melissa’s feet were. He went on at length about how attractive she was with her slender body, her pianist’s hands and delicate arms. He told her how he fantasised about girls with that kind of perfect face, small bottom, long legs and long feet and toes. He spoke with fierce passion about wanting to lie at those feet, even die at those feet. He described how he would feel if he were Melissa’s insole in her strappy sandals, how he would delight in his helpless, unknown captivity at her angel’s feet.
Gabriella, barefoot, but still in her party dress, kept her annoyance hidden. She asked Marco if he wanted a footjob. He said yes. She led him to a bedroom, made him strip naked, tied him up and blindfolded him.
Marco lay naked and aroused, awaiting his footjob. Gabriella stood between his legs and extended her right foot toward his rampant erection. She stroked his purple cock with her toes, making Marco squirm. She settled her toes on his balls, and squeezed, making him hurt, just a little. Marco moaned as Gabriella smiled. She moved her weight forward, crushing his balls into the mattress. Marco moaned louder. Gabriella drew her foot back and upward, hovered it a moment, then stamped on his balls. Marco yowled. “What’s the matter darling,” she asked, twisting and turning her foot on his ballsacs. “Does it hurt,” she asked mockingly, “Oooh poor baby.” She bounced on his trapped nads, grinning like a little girl on a trampoline. That thought made her laugh. “TRAMPLE-INE” she thought. “He’s my TRAMPLE-INE” She laughed as she bounced, torturing his trapped bollocks under her bare feet. Marco continually howled. “Oh quit complaining,” she told him, “just be glad this isn’t on the marble floor.” Marco went cold. He couldn’t imagine how much that would hurt. As if reading his mind, Gabriella said “Just think, I could crush your cock and balls to a pulp if I stepped on them on a hard floor. I’d do it barefoot, or in stockings, so I could feel the warm wet remains on my skin. Hmmm, what a lovely idea.”
She stepped off his balls and sat on the bed between Marco’s legs. She reached out her hands and took hold of one ball in the fingers of each hand, rolling the sacs with her thumbs. “Do you remember the hand strengtheners I used to carry everywhere?” she said, as she applied steadily mounting pressure to his sacs, “you said they wouldn’t make any difference, but I used them for hours every day.” She squeezed harder and harder, making Marco twist, writhe and moan, making his balls turn an angry purple as she bruised the delicate flesh. “I think they did work. I can open jars now that I couldn’t begin to budge before. I think my fingers, my wrists, my forearms and my biceps all got a bit stronger.” She squeezed almost hard enough to pop his bulging jewels, “What do you think dear?” Marco thrashed as much as he could, but Gabriella was remorseless and the grip of her hands was inescapable. “How does it feel, being tortured by my female fingers. The fingers that have made you cum dozens of times, that you have kissed, with pretty painted nails and gold rings on, are making you cry. Is that embarassing?” Marco screamed. Gabriella laughed. “I take that as a yes!” she announced.
“For the next month or so you’ll be ballbusted regularly. I’m going to get all the female members of staff to help. You’ll be tied to a bed in a small box room, with a timer to control the light. When the light is on you’ll be having your balls abused. One hour sessions should be about right. We’ll begin at 6.00 in the morning, then 8.00, then 10.00 and so on until 10 at night. The last girl of the day will put a clamp on your balls to keep permanent pressure on. Hopefully they won’t be overzealous and tighten the clamp so much your balls burst. We’ll have to work out how much pressure balls can take.”
Marco felt sick with fear. “You’ll be fed, in a fashion, and given drinks. You’ll even get one toilet break a day. Can’t have you dying on me before things are ready.” Gabriella laughed as Marco wondered what more she could be planning.
His torment began the next day. At 6.00 sharp Agnetta, from Holland, woke him by squeezing his balls tightly in her right hand, crushing the orbs against one another, before tugging them, as if trying to rip them from his body. “Good morning,” said the tall, athletic blonde, “Isn’t it a beautiful day?” Marco could only yowl in pain as a wave of nausea and fire ran through him. He’d always fancied Agnetta, especially because of her gorgeous bum, legs and feet. She would wear the same blue, woollen socks day after day in her soft black leather lace ups. As she continued his ball abuse, pressing her thumbs hard in and down, she chuckled, “Mistress asked me to give you a drink.” Marco was delighted.
Agnetta stopped the ball abuse, unlaced her shoes, and slipped them off. She tilted the left one until her foot sweat pooled in the heel, scummy with bits of fluff and something slimy that had come off the inside of the shoe. She gleefully pinched Marco’s nose and poured the foul drink down his throat. He coughed and swallowed. Agnetta laughed, before repeating the action with her hot right shoe. She smiled to see the tatty, ripped, overused insole inside as she tipped up her shoe. Marco swallowed every disgusting drop.
Agnetta was not finished. She removed her wet socks, and rang them out over Marco’s mouth, threatening to rip off his balls if he didn’t keep his mouth open. He kept his mouth open, and had to fight not to throw up when the smell and taste hit him. Drops of her footsweat pattered onto his face, onto his lips and tongue, like rain.
Agnetta giggled. “I will squeeze your balls while you lick my soles clean to thank me for giving you a drink, yes?” Marco managed a croaky “Yes.” Agnetta laughed. “You are nice man!” she told him. He put out his tongue and lapped at the dominant girl’s big bare feet, tasting sweat, salt and strange undertastes. All the time, his mind was alight with burning pain from his groin.
That hour of torment seemed so much longer. The hour following seemed longer still, as he lay in solitary darkness. The sound of Agnetta clicking the door shut behind her left Marco feeling sad, hollow and afraid.
His 8.00am visitor was Maria. Dark haired, pale skinned Maria wore black leather granny boots without socks. She sat on the bed, crossed her legs, took hold of his balls in her left hand and began rhythmically punching them with her right. The pain was immediate, vast and terrible. For half an hour she relentlessly battered his balls, not stopping until they swelled to near double size.
As Marco lay in a daze she slipped off her right boot, revealing a slick, sweaty, grimy bare foot. Stuck to her sole was a piece of boiled ham. She wrinkled up her nose at the smell of her own foot as she peeled the meat from her wrinkled sole. She told Marco if he didn’t eat she would make his balls hurt far, far, more. Marco opened his mouth. Maria popped the meat inside, saying “Chew thoroughly, get all the flavour. I’ve been marinating that since 6.00am this morning.” Marco could taste her foot on the meat in his mouth.
Somehow he managed to chew and swallow. Next came another drink. Again he was made to swallow the pooled sweat from a girl’s shoes. He realised he would be living on footsweat for a while.
Throughout the day girls came, abused, made him drink and went. His 12.00 noon girl was Britney Lands. Perky, bubbly, blonde, tennis crazy Britney came to him wearing her tennis gear. She wore a simple white minidress, white socks and training shoes. She laughed as she bounced down on the bed. Tutting softly she mocked Marco, “Who’s been a naughty boy then?” she asked, chuckling. “Oh dear, oh dear.” She lifted his limp penis out of the way and smacked his balls firmly with her palm. Marco yelped. For a man who had fantasised about this very girl, in these very clothes, touching his penis and giving him pleasure, the sensation of her holding his cock with thumb and forefinger while smacking and hurting his balls, was too much. He began to cry. Britney smiled, “Cool, tears!” she said cruelly. She began smacking his balls repeatedly, marking each smack with one word from her bee stung lips. “Marco’s – been – a – naughty – boy. So – Marco – must – be – punished.” She began. The litany of condemnation went on and on as Britney smack – smack – smacked his balls.
Soon Marco’s whole being was suffused with pain. He burned with pain. He was dimly aware of Britney’s eyes, her nose, her smile, her laugh. He felt her nails digging into his cock as she held it casually out of the way. She smack, smack smacked him.
When the smacking stopped he was unaware. Only when she started squeezing his balls in her strong, racket weilding, right hand, did he realise something had changed. “You’re gonna help me improve my game,” she announced, pulsing her grip on his hyper-sensitive bollocks. “Finger strength and dexterity are essentials for a good game,” she said chattily, working his balls so she squeezed the left one first, then both, then the right, then both, and back to the left again. Marco was speechless, overwhelmed with the massive, sickening, convulsing pain. This pretty young girl’s hand was creating intense sensations that threatened to drive him insane.
“Of course, wrist strength, forearm strength, bicep and shoulder strength are also vital, don’t you know?” With these words she moved on to pulling on his sacs, then twisting and turning them brutally.
When Britney left, Marco slipped into unconsciousness. His dreams were of pretty young girls abusing his now constantly aching balls. He awoke to find his nightmares made flesh. There was Amber who came at 8.000pm, dressed to tease in a schoolgirl uniform. The slender 24 yr old looked every inch the naughty schoolgirl. This was a look that Marco had begged Gabriella to model. She had her blonde hair up in bunches. She wore a starched white blouse and a stripy tie. She chewed gum as she tortured his balls. She wore a pleated grey skirt and white knee high socks. Her shoes were flat, with rounded toes, black, with a single strap.
She woke Marco by taping his cock to his belly, raising his swollen balls on her cool palm, and smacking them with the flat of a wooden ruler. Marco tensed and howled. Amber left. “Did that wake you up sir?” she asked insolently. “Gabriella told me to give you at least 60 of the best sir!” She said mocking him, maintaining a steady, unerring rhythm with her rule. “I think that’s four, I’m not sure, still, you’ll get all that’s coming sir!” Marco lost the ability to cry out anymore. His voice became a hoarse whisper.
He managed a pitiful cry, “Please,” he whispered, “please Amber, don’t.”
Amber frowned. “What did you say sir?” she asked, maintaining the smacking of his ballbags, “I can’t hear you!” She said the last four words slow and deliberate, as if she were talking to someone simple. “Please, let me go,” he begged, “It’s too much!” He continued. “Do it more?” she asked, “Okay sir, I will.” She smacked his balls harder than ever, laughing at the sound in the little room.
Marco had his balls smacked over and over. “I’ve an idea sir,” Amber said. To Marco’s relief she stopped smacking his enlarged orbs. He couldn’t tell what she was doing. Amber slipped off her shiny right shoe, and her knee sock. She tied the sock around the base of his cock, making his balls protrude even more. That done she began smacking them with the sole of her simple shoe. “Wheeee,” she said, laughing. “One, two, three four five, I was told to smack your balls by your wife! Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, sixty times then start again. Why does she hate you so, because you kissed her best friend’s toe. I think it’s so much fun, I’m gonna start again from one.” With that she started the song again, all the time abusing Marco’s ballls by slapping tham hard with the sole of her shoe.
Finally Amber too finished her work. “See ya,” she announced cheerily as she stepped out of the room. Between 9 and 10 Marco was given his toilet break. Two athletic girls, stable girls Jenna and Marie carried him to the toilet. The two girls, in jodhpurs, white blouses and riding boots, nearly had to drag him. When they put the feebly protesting man back in bed, and he was firmly restrained, each girl knelt over him and gave him a firm knee in the groin.
At 10, Jenna returned. She carried a board with a riding boot seemingly glued to it. She slipped the board under Marco’s cock and balls, and positioned it so the heel of the boot rested on his balllsacs. The toe of the boot was firmly glued down. A smiling Jenna climbed up on the bed and slipped her sock clad right foot into her boot. Her toes slid in first. Once the boot was on up to her shapely calf the attractive girl began tapping her heel on Marco’s balls. Tap-tap-tap, came with firm, maddening, soul destroying frequency and firmness.
Fifty minutes passed with Jenna banging her heel on Marco’s balls. Fifty minutes in which he thought his balls would burst. If it meant an end to his torment Marco would gladly have accepted that. His balls did not burst. They suffered. After fifty minutes Jenna removed her foot from the boot. Wordlessly she stepped down from the bed. She returned after a few moments and began to fill the boot with sand from a pail. As the boot filled it applied sickening pressure. “This was my idea sir,” she told him, “Good ehh?” Marco was speechless. When his balls were suitably distended by the boot Jenna put down the pail. Smiling she fitted a cap over the head of the boot just in case it fell over, although this was unlikely as its sides had been reinforced. She left then, after squeezing his bulging balls between finger and thumb.
It took over a month to have Gabriella’s car modified. Throughout that time Marco suffered unbearable ball torture. Some nights clamps would be attached to his balls. A girl would slip the ridged grips under and over each testicle and pump her grip on the handles to build up pressure until his balls were at near bursting point, the point at which Marco was in maximum pain. Other nights the boot would be used. Someone found a way to put his balls beneath the pedals of a controller for a PlayStation racing game. With a panel over his midriff, Marco could watch any of the maids playing Gran Turismo, working the pedals with bare feet, or sock clad feet, or shoe clad feet, or feet in trainers, or boots. The eager movements of the playful girls, concerned only with besting their previous best score, filled him with sickening dread. They often played non-stop, fillig his days with ball abuse.
After six weeks, the car was fitted out with a Perspex box, large enough to hold a man, positioned under the dashboard in front of the front seats. Someone lying inside, tied up and gagged, would be immobilised, ****** to watch the feet of the driver moving on the pedals. The pleasure would be diminished however, by the linkage between those pedals and clamps that applied pressure to the prisoner’s testicles. Pressure on the gas pedal compressed both delicate orbs to a sickening degree. Pressure on the brake applied pressure to the penis head, and pressure on the clutch applied pressure to both bollocks and the penis head. Someone with a fetish for feet, especially for what they described as an angel’s feet would find the experience traumatic. It was into this box that Marco, after all his horrific torments had been placed. The girls who had tortured Marco were unsuccessful in their heartfelt pleas to keep him in the little room. They had really enjoyed having someone to torment. Gabriella almost wavered in the face of their desires, but she wanted her plan to play out.
Marco lay, cramped and uncomfortable, seeing Melissa’s perfect feet working the pedals. The sight of her feet so close aroused him, but the pain knocked him sick. He tried to scream, but his mouth was sealed. He tried to move but he was securely held. He saw Melissa’s toes splaying as she depressed the clutch, saw her foot extend into a graceful arc. Incredibly, despite all his torments, Marco still found the female foot sexy. In his mind he imagined sucking Melissa’s toes. This was also in spite of the pain in his groin. He saw her leg moving, her ankle working, her foot changing position, as she pressed the gas pedal hard down. He felt lust and pain.
The three of them drove along country lanes. Gabriella spoke to Melissa. “Did you know Marco thinks you have very sexy feet?” she said softly. “No,” Melissa replied. “I’ve never really thought feet could be sexy. I’ve always thought mine were a bit big and bony.” Gabriella chuckled. “Well, he told me he thought your feet were exquisite. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, cum on them and worship them.” Melissa laughed, “Cum on my feet?” she asked. “Oh yes,” Gabriella continued, “He loves a footjob.” Melissa seemed amazed. “I can’t imagine working a man’s cock and balls with my feet.” Gabriella covered her mouth to conceal her grin.
The car rode on. Marco could hear every word thanks to microphones and a speaker near his head. “I’ve modified this car quite a bit,” Gabriella began. “Oh yes?” Melissa replied. “Yes, flick that switch on the panel marked with an “M”. Melissa did so, then gave a little gasp. “Oooohh that’s nice, it’s massaging my bottom.” Gabriella giggled, “Mine too.” They drove on, the vibrations of the devices beneath their bottoms’ getting more pronounced.
Gabriella smiled. The massager was wired into a bio-feedback loop from the box. It read Marco’s physical and mental distress. The more distressed he got, the more the vibration increased. Already she could feel mounting arousal. Melissa gasped. “I think I could cum this way,” she told her friend. “I bet,” Gabriella said, laughing. As the abuse of Marco’s testicles continued, his pain and discomfort magnified, and the intensity of the massaging butt vibrator increased 10 fold. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” Melissa screamed.
As she did, the car sped along long straight country roads. The pressure on Marco’s balls was relentless. The constant, relentless pressure of Melissa’s pretty foot on the car’s gas pedal made Marco’s brain and body spasm and flex in mind destroying agony, with no release. His growing agony propelled both Melissa and Gabriella to ecstasy. As his struggles reached a crescendo, Melissa and Gabriella began cumming and cumming and cumming. As they came, both girls cried out in savage joy.
Melissa pulled the car over as her pleasure subsided. “Oh God that was amazing,” she said at last. “How did you make it do that?” Gabriella smiled slyly. Melissa knew that look of old, a bit ashamed, but also delighted at her own naughtiness. “Come on, I won’t be shocked,” Melissa prompted. “You promise?” Gabriella asked. “I promise,” Melissa said.
Gabriella asked Melissa to step out of the car. Then she took a torch from the glovebox and reached down to unfasten a flap that obscured the prison where Marco lay. Melissa gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes wide. Marco looked haggard. Marco felt sure she would protest, call the police, rescue him or something.
Looking up at her, Marco thought she had never looked lovelier. He thought she would save him, be his hero. The beautiful woman, still in the afterglow of her orgasms peered closer. Her eyes danced with delight and wicked glee. “What’s that on his balls and cock?” she asked. Melissa smiled, “When you work the pedals, they work his cock and balls. Gas, clutch and brake, they all abuse his genitals. The more he hurts, the more the massagers in the front seats work.”
Melissa’s eyes went even wider. “So just by driving the car I give him pain and me pleasure?” Gabriella nodded. Melissa stood, head cocked to one side, thinking. Marco was thinking, “Hey, let me out!” After ten minutes Melissa said, “I love it. Imagine when I’m driving around London, I won’t mind being stuck in traffic, queuing for hours to cross Westminster Bridge, it’ll be great. I’m going cruising the continent for the next three months. I may extend my holiday, take in the States as well. I can’t wait.” Both girls giggled. “I take it your having the car then?” Melissa nodded, “Let’s go for a really long drive,” She said smiling.
Marco felt sick with fear as the two women got back in the car. Melissa eagerly started the engine, worked the gas and the clutch, and drove away, the car’s rear wheels spewing up dust. Marco’s cock and balls throbbed and ached sickeningly, and the two women felt their pussies getting warmer and wetter by the second.
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where you find these stories? And that s/n sub4her2 sounds like author that was on eunuch achieves or number 2 ball busting site. Any connection to you?
I have no connection with the author. I found his stories to be in line with what I like in this lifestyle.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sockmess
Sub4her2:D
someone put up a woman using her stiletto to put a hole in the scrotum, apparently getting a testicle out through the hole and then applying a great deal of pressure to the naked testicle. Not stomping but close to popping/rupturing and anti bioticis and with stitches apparently needed. Really hard core.
the southern white woman drawing blood and crushing a black guy's balls on a marble table is incredible. I don't know how he takes it --- or why (wanting his next drug fix or ???). It's in public no less at a party. At the end, she says "Don't get any of that blood on my pillow." (I wouldn't let her tie my shoe.)
One part of me is amazed and the other would like to see a follow up where her clitoris is kicked into her body. If that's too hard to do, maybe the application of a match or hot iron to her clit would even things out.
i realy get off on these stories, my imagination goes wild please keep them up:bananajum
Well, this clip posted by Newport348 in another forum leaves nothing to the imagination.:jumpsmile
Sub4her2:)
http://img204.imagevenue.com/loc48/t...8_123_48lo.jpg
What forum are u talking about?Quote:
Originally Posted by sub4her2
Newport has posted some of the best Nut Stomping pics and clips, ever.
Some of his best can still be found in here.
Sub4her2
PS. His latest clip has already been removed from that other forum. Something about copy right or black listed content.:cryingblu
http://img25.imagevenue.com/loc928/t..._123_928lo.jpg
Great vid, keep posting!!Quote:
Originally Posted by ER_Doc
Two pics from Sweet Feet Ball Crushing.
Looks really hard
Like it! Whether there Is video?Quote:
Originally Posted by royeks
i have a story for this ok so i was laying in the flood and kegan came over and stomped where it would be if i had balls and i was laying on my stomach too by the way and so i was like that would make you roll around the floor if i did that and he just blew me off sayin i didnt have weight or power enuf to hurt him, so i made him lay on his stomach like that and strip down then i put me hands on his nuts and did push up kinda stuff and he said it wasnt hurting but he was trying to keep his voice together so i put my nee on them and starting kissing his neck asking if it hurt yet then finally i stood and he started begging me to get off then he laid there and i just laughed saying i told you i was strong and then laughed some more.
The story is awful. But I think there are a lot of exaggeration. The balls could not bear a month of this kind of a torture