Story: Who Actually Crushed His Testicles?

Ava was on her way home from work. She was so proud of the body-mind transfer device her team had come up with. It was in her purse, but told keep it safe, she kept a firm grip on it as she walked through the dark nights of the city, illuminated by the lights of night clubs.


Her hands were strong. No one was going to take the device, which looked like a car FOB from her hand. Her fingers had been strengthened by cracking pecans. She could crack a pecan between thumb and forefinger. And she was gripping the device. She was proud of her work as a psychiatrist to make this device a reality. She had been working on it at home, and she was going to drop it off to her co-worker Deepak, at a coffee shop so he could deliver it to the office while she took the bus home.


Deepak was 15 years older than her, a widower, and a brilliant medical researcher. She had started to develop a slight crush on him. She was single, now in her late 20's after graduate school, pushing 30, still unmarried. Her parents were pressuring her to meet men for marriage, but part of her hoped that Deepak would be interested.


Ivan was watching Ava from across the street. She looked like a movie star, petite, except her breasts were a bit too large to call petite, and her butt was just round enough. He'd had his way with numerous women in back alleys of this Indian neighborhood. He didn't like thick woman, but he'd done them anyway on occasion to satisfy his nightly lust. But it had been a few days, and he felt he was about to explode with masculine energy, testosterone, and semen. He still wore a Covid-19 mask, so no one would recognize that he'd been the one doing this to the women.


Ivan walked faster than the beautiful Indian, Ava, walking in front of her. He came to a stop, pretending to make a call on his cell phone, right in front of the perfect alley, right on the corner of a night club whose music filled the streets. Looking left and right as Ava came by, he grabbed her.


Before she could scream, he had pulled her into the dark shadow of the alleyway. He said to her in his Russian accent, "Yes precious flower. Scream. I love the sounds, but I have chosen this spot because the music will mask every screen. The strong tall muscular man that he is, he easily picked her tiny body up in a bear hug, and took her down the alley, and then sideways. There he had set up a futon, an open bag of sexual gear, and bright lights on batteries.


Within a few seconds, he had Ava completely naked, her clothing and underwear thrown to the side, and then he removed his own.


Ava was a virgin, and she had never seen a penis before. She had no idea these things were so large. Ivan's was perpendicular to his body, pulsing with his heartbeat.


"Please, no! Do not do this! I am a virgin, and a good person." Aca protested.


Ivan grabbed her wrists and expertly lay her down on the futon with his legs between hers, holding hers open, and one large hand easily holding both of her wrists together. He grabbed some lube out of the bag with his other hand, squirted it on himself. She felt the goo all over her genitalia.


Ava began to feel a pleasureful sensation on her clitoris. No. This could not be happening. Yes! It felt good. As a psychiatrist, Ava knew about this problem with ****. The woman can be ****** to feel pleasure against her will, and feels guilty about it. Later, this could cause her to crave such experiences in the future, or to crave it. She was angry at this man, this man who was ugly in face and heart, but who had a beautiful muscled body from the neck down, for doing this to her.


Her hymen was for her future husband, not this monster of a man. He'd never used tampons, only pads, to prevent damage to it. This was so important to her, and for her culture. As she thought about this, she stopped thinking. All she could experience was the pleasure of what the man was doing to her clitoris. Then the thought crossed her mind to relax and enjoy it. The **** was not her fault, but allowing herself to relax would produce lubricant and allow tissues to be engorged to limit the physical damage.


She felt something uncomfortable stretching her hymen. It was the man's finger. As he worked it in, she began to feel good inside, but a bit of pain in the hymen area.


Ivan worked her gently with his finger, preparing her for his large penis. He liked to be gentle with a woman's vagina.


Ivan said, "I am a fair man. I must have you. I did not ask because you could have said no, and no is not an option for me. I realize I am taking something from you. Your virginity, and you will experience some pain. But I guarantee you that the pleasure I give you will outweigh the pain. Oh, you will experience great pleasure. I am very skilled at this."


And he wasn't lying about the skill. While Ava felt pain in her vagina as he worked his large penis into her, his finger work had warmed her up, and his entering her, other than the burning and pain in the hymen area, worked quite good. He entered only an inch, flexed the muscles to make that firm penis jump up and down, and it felt so good. She tried to fight him, physically as he entered, but there was nothing that could be done. She would scream for help for a few minutes, then be quiet.


Over five minutes, he worked half of his shalt into her with shallow (for him, but deep for her) strokes. She was amazed that his whole length very gently fit into her. As he thrusted slowly, she felt his member briefly ram her cervix and she yelped.


Ivan could tell he'd hurt her slightly, hitting her cervix, so he aimed gently more anterior for her A-spot.


On Ava's end, for the first thrust or two, the A-spot thrusting was too intense, but then it began to feel very, very good. She began to orgasm. She tried as she could not to gasp or show it on her face. She wasn't going to wrap her legs around him.


Ivan had this beautiful Indian girl right where he wanted her, deep in pleasure. He could see from her face that she was starting to cum. A few more of these, and he could get her into an orgasmic wave.


Ava had her first orgasm ever while being raped by this beast of a man. It subsided, then ten seconds later, another started, then a lull, and another. Then, a constant wave of orgasms. She couldn't tell how long it was. Maybe she was in this orgasmic state for an hour. Her tight youthful vagina clamped on his penis for half an hour. He thrusted at her G-spot and fluids came out of her and poured down her buttocks as he laughed joyfully at his work, and then he thrust that A spot anterior to her cervix as the wave continued. She knew this was wrong, but she didn't want it to stop.


Ivan had mastered control over his ejaculation, and he loved giving a woman a good time, physically, at least, even if there was a physical, and psychological toll. He figured he'd give a woman 100 units of pleasure. **** was 20 units of damage. Taking virginity was another 20 unites of damage. If he gave a woman 59 units of pain, he still left her better off. He didn't want his little babies running around. So he finished up in a woman's rectum. He'd gotten the nickname the A-****** for this practice. This was his best experience ever, because he'd found the perfect spot, and he could see this woman's beauty while he defiled her.


Ava came until her vagina had no more strength. She could feel her engorged warm vagina. As the pleasure subsided, she felt that burning pain from her hymen again. She was angry and frustrated to find out that her heels were sitting on her rapists buttocks, as she had been pushing them into her as she thrusted, involuntarily. She could feel the man pull his long penis out of her, and she breathed a sigh of relief that the **** was over. She felt his hand on her wrist and her hip. Before she knew it, she was on her hands and knees, face planted in the futon. She turned her head to the left to breath, to see the big dumpster there in the light. She turned it to the left to see tie wraps.


Ivan said in his Russian accent, "I said I would give you more pleasure than pain. That may have been the maximum amount of pleasure a human body can endure. This pain will pale in comparison to what I just gave you."


She felt a glob of goo, then something poking it's way into her anus. She pushed her body forward to get away, but she felt a hand on her hip that might as well have been an immovable iron bar. She was being held in place as this man defiled her anus, poking, poking, poking. No fingers, just penis, but he didn't shove it in. He was trying to get her to open up. Now, fingers, working lube in her. It was uncomfortable, violating her, like a backwards greasy poop, more humiliating and emotionally painful. Before she couldn't feel it because of the physical pleasure, but this was humiliating, degrading, and made her angry.


Ivan finally pushed the head in. As he did, that feeling of getting the head through there, that tight ring around the head felt so good. He did it again. She yelped. While he knew he was being cruel, he did not want to be too cruel, so he exercised self-control and let his penis rest in there a bit to let her accommodate. 'Relax, sweet flower, so this will not hurt you so much." he said in his Russian accent.


Ava felt him thrusting deeper. As he did, her rectum tensed up with a painful cramp. He stopped and flexed his penis in her. It was still painful. Then she felt it going in and out, in and out. This wasn't pleasant and only slightly painful. It felt like taking a greasy dump. Most of the pain was emotional, then a bit deeper, horrific painful cramps. He stays still to let her accommodate his member. This was so humiliating just being used like this. She thought about what this man had taken from her.


Ivan decides that sphincter felt so good, he had to enter it again. He pulls out, and goes in. The girl doesn't like it, but it feels so good. As he hyperstimulates himself he no longer feels like he is on the edge. He may have to pound this girl for a while to finish. He'd only gotten just under half his length into her.


Ava hates this constant entry of her sphincter. It hurts more than if he stayed in. Then she feels the man slam two inches deeper than he had before. This wasn't the slow painful entry. This was ten times worse. As he freezes to let her accommodate him, she realizes that she is holding the body-mind transfer FOB in her hand. Why hasn't she used this? It's experimental, but human trials are starting tomorrow. Why not speed it up a day or so. She resolved to push the buttons and remove this penis from her anus.


Ivan sees the girl holding her car FOB. Suddenly, his muscles tightened, and he feels dazed and confused and finds himself on his hands and knees, with a painful sensation in his anus and rectum, and his vagina is burning. Vagina? He feels down there. He is the girl he's ******! What the.... What? He feels a bit of movement in his... her? rectum. Ouch! That hurts. "Why am I in this woman's body?" He things. But quickly, he remembers his skills. He feels this body's sexy breasts. Wow! Ouch, pain in the rectum. He feels the vagina. Ivan drops the FOB and using Ava's hand goes to work on the clitoris, and the anal flexing he feels starts to feel better.


Ava realizes the body switch worked! Here she is, with her penis...his penis, in her behind. Her legs and knees hurt a bit, but pain intensification for a brief time combined with an inability to pass out were predicted side effects. What a weird place to be. She sees her, or him, playing with her clitoris. How dare he! She'd never masturbated. She wasn't going to make this enjoyable for her ******. She was going to pull out, but she sensed the male power, the male desire to take a woman and thrust and ejaculate. She grabs her own wrist and pulls it away from the clitoris. With the other hand, she grabs the FOB, holding it in Ivan's hand. She resolves to pull the penis out, but as she does so, she is overwhelmed my intense pleasure as it stimulates Ivan's frenulum and head. Sex as a woman was more pleasurable, but in a different way, and there was a strong drive to acheive this pleasure.


She knew it was wrong, but she saw how beautiful her behind was and desired it, and but she grabbed her hips with Ivan's hand and thrust Ivan's penis in again. She pulled out, and in, ten times. Ivan, in her voice, gasped in pain. She heard her cute voice in a Russian accent say, "Please have mercy on me? You are ****** me?"


Ava felt a bit of guilt. She was, but she rationalized it in her own mind, and said it out loud. "It is not ****, because it is my own anus."


The burning and the pain was too intense. As he protested at this was ****, Ivan contemplated of all the evil he had done to women, even this woman. He may be stuck in this body forever. He'd stolen a woman's virginity. 100 points of pleasure could not pay this back. He'd ****** himself on women. Pleasure could not repay. He'd damaged women's psyche's.


Then as he felt the repeated entry into Ava's anus, he began to be filled with rage. He told himself, "Do not let this female sentiment cloud your mind. You are a trained MMA fighter. Find an opportunity, and exact your revenge, man. She may have your strength, but she does not have your skill." Still, struggle as he might, he could not overcome his powerful male physique.


Ava easily grabbed her own wrists and pulled her own hips to keep her act of sexual immorality going. She allowed the lust and urges of this man's body to overtake her, and thrust in three more inches all at once, and heard a yelp of pain. She knew when she switched back, this would hurt, but the increase in pain would be incremental. She needed to follow these sensations where they would take her.


Ivan felt the pain very intensely, more than Ava would have felt because the body switch drained the dopamine. He could no longer feel the burn of the hymen or the well-used soft loose, fatigued-yet-warm vagina sensations of the pleasure he'd inflicted on this body before. He felt like he was having a cut-skin, fire burning cramp in this woman's rectum. He yelped in pain. He tried to struggle.


Ava instinctively tightened this man's groin muscles to cum. She couldn't. He'd worked himself up, so she rammed her own rectum for ten minutes before she started to climb, and finally, going in just a bit further before with a penis that got just a bit more engorged, she felt the spurts that ended the male act.


Ivan was blinded by the intense pain, but he felt those spurts, and as Ava held still in his body, he could begin to think again. He could feel her trying to pull out, whimpering. "My penis sure gets super sensitive after ejaculation.", he thought as she pulled his penis out of her body. He got an idea. Slowly he felt her pull out.


As Ava pulled the sensitive organ carefully from her own anus, she was exhausted and barely aware of her surroundings. She wanted to sleep. It was confusing to see her own self jump up, go past her, and pull her... his testicles between his legs up near the butt crack. She roused herself a bit to try to resist, but he began to squeeze the testicles. She submitted to stop the pain.


Ivan had himself by the balls. He grabbed his own testicles. He took his own penis and started stroking hit. He heard his body yelp at the sensitivity. He'd had a domme girlfriend who'd edge him for hours as he begged for release. He got addicted, but broke up with her after a couple of times she tortured his testicles at the end of a section. He never got into that. But he thought he knew the maximum his balls could take so that he wished he was dead without popping his testicles. He also hated post orgasm torture. He was way too sensitive for that. And he hated it when his girlfriend would play with the head, and not balance it out by stroking the frenulum or other parts. So he did that to his penis now. The best part is there would be no damage.


Ava hated this. She was just overwhelmed by hypersensitivity in the penis head. She'd read about this in her university studies-- hypersensitivity. She didn't know it was a sexual practice. On and on the oversensitive, painful, stimulation went until it started to feel good, but also tickle and hurt. She felt her penis pulse as an ejaculation came out. It felt great. It felt terrible. She hated it. But it felt good, too.


Ivan was angry. He'd raped this woman and was now in her body. He didn't get to feel that skillful wave of climaxes he'd given her. Now he'd been deprived of that orgasm he'd been waiting for, and even this second ejaculation, as difficult and he knew it was to endure, he'd been deprived of that. Now he squeezed harder on the head of his own penis, and kept it up for a minute as his body protested and as his voice howled and begged with an Indian accent, holding himself in place using a good grip on his own testicles with thumb and forefinger. After the squealing stopped, he kept stroking the head.


Ava felt the head was slightly sensitive. She stayed still so as not to antagonize him. Finally, the strokes felt like nothing. Sexual pleasure was gone. Overstimulation was gone.


Ivan could tell the hyperstimulation was gone. She probably felt pretty down, physically and emotionally in his body, and ball busting would hurt at this point. He took his own testicles and punched them. Punch Punch punch! He heard his own voice yelling and whining. He lightened up as not to hurt himself and started slapping.


Ava felt the awful pain of blows to the testicles. It made her want to puke. The pain was overwhelming. This was just as bad as anal **** pain. She couldn't describe it. Like hitting her funny bone, but in the groin, and more painful. But after four or five hits, the slaps started, and she started to get into it a bit. It felt a bit like a funny bone hit combined with a male orgasm. She opened the man's legs and arched the back back instinctively.


Ivan saw his ugly butt arch up. 'She's enjoying it.' He thought. Then he remembered what his evil old girlfriend did to him-- the squeeze. With great care he isolates both testicles between Ava's dainty thumb and forefinger. He presses his thumb on the back side, on the epydidimus. The first knuckle of the first finger he puts on the top of the testicle. His girlfriend said that was to increase her power without tiring her finger. Slowly he presses harder, while grinding thumbs into the epidydimus.


Ava did not like the grinding. But it kind of felt good, euphoric, actually, mixed with pain. She asks, in Ivan's voice, for him to please stop. But she is torn. Should she relax and enjoy it. She can't stop it, so she must.


Ivan does not get the reaction he wants. He remembers how his girlfriend squeeze him. Slowly, he increases the pleasure by fifty percent. Then lets off to the previous pressure.


Ava had experienced a lot of pain, but this over squeezing of the testicles was too much. She had to have relief from the blinding pain. She couldn't feel the tears stream from this man's eye's because of the pain. As her own hands let up, she can think again. She realizes she still has the FOB in her manly hands. Can she push these little buttons? She pushes them just as Ivan starts the hard squeeze.


Ivan decides he knows the maximum pressure he can squeeze without rupturing a testicle. He will do that. But then, he awakens to the great pain of having this girl holding his balls between his legs squeezing them at this maximum level. Oh no! This is just like that situation with the domme girlfriend... and there is nothing he can do without losing his balls because she's hold his balls between his legs. There is no MMA move for this.


Ava comes to much more slowly than Ivan. As a result of the body switch into a smaller body, her muscles tighten up, including her thumb and forefinger, well trained from cracking pecans, starts to clinch up much harder than she would ever be able to consciously squeeze them. She has no control, but she feels her fingers squeeze tightly while rubbing forward and back side to side. She is very conscious of feeling the contents of the testicles squished out into the scrotum.


Then, he feels the worse pain of his life. The body switch drained his body of pain-relieving chemicals. This pain intensifies as it rivals the maximum pain possible-- cuts, burns, cluster headaches, internal infections--but in his testicles and going up through his abdomen. As his balls rupture into his sack, the pain is incredibly intense, but it does lessen just a bit as the last of the tubules burst and as he starts to feel like less of the man he was before. But then the vomiting started, a torturous kind that hurt his stomach and almost rivaled the anal burning-cramp pain. He feels he's bleeding into his ball sack.


Ava gains control of her senses. She sees sticking out of Ivan's bags, tie wraps. She uses these at work. Her ****** is holding his groin. He seems unaware as she loosely puts a tie wrap on his wrist. She takes a small tie wrap and puts it on the base of the dumpster above the wheel. She takes three very large tie wraps and manages to connect her assailant's wrists to that dumpster. Then she uses two more tie wraps to wrap him together, and kicks the bag out of his reach. He's too busy groaning and holing his crotch to care. But she kicks him a few times in the groin and ribs, and realizes she is a bit chilly.


She notices 'spermicide wipes' in the bag and takes the package. She's so disheveled, her beautiful naked body shining under the bright lights set up out there. She puts a spermicide wipe in her but crack as she feels fluid oozing out of her still-not-completely-closed anus, which washer own doing. The remnant of her burning hymen is actually soothed a bit when she puts another spermicide wipe against it. She puts on her panties, which are a bit dirty, and her bra, then her now dirt-covered clothes. Ava knows her hair is a mess. She grabs her purse. She puts the body switch FOB in the purse.


Around the corner she goes to see the lights from the club at the end of the alley, playing a tune from a Baliwood movie. She says to Indian men there that the Russian man around that corner just raped her. One of the men says, "It must be the man who raped my wife." Another one said, "And the one who raped my daughter, and many other girls in our community. Go get our friends." One of them said to her. "Do not worry. We will handle calling the police."


Ava asks them to call the police and tells them she will be in the coffee shop. When she gets there, Deepak is there, looking at his watch. He looks up, sees her disheveled appearance and the look of stress on her face, and asks, "What happened to you." Ava looses her sense of reserve and hugs Deepak, pulled away, and sat down with him in the corner, speaking as tears poured out of her eyes.


"I was just raped. But I used the body switch technology and it worked." She told him every detail, including how she pounded her own anus with another man's member. She blathered on and on, with no sense of reservation, telling about her own guilt for enjoying the orgasms, and even worse, willfully participating in a sexual act outside of marriage, though she had been a virgin, and also that it was torturous to the one she was doing it to, against his will. She realized she'd used the man's body against his own will. And she was torn over whether the man deserved to have his testicles crushed to oblivion. Had he deserved that for ****** her? She didn't intend to do it, but she __should have__ predicted that could be a side effect of the body switched technology. Maybe she had wanted to crush the man's testicles on a subconscious level.


And as she lamented to Deepak, she said, "I am not a virgin any more. No Indian man will ever want me." Deepak looked into her eyes and said, "I assure you, if no other Indian man wants you as a wife, there is one Indian man who would be thrilled to have you." With this, he put his hand warmly on top of hers. Suddenly, Ava's heart was filled with joy as she realized that Deepak was subtly confessing his love for her. She responded, "Whoever this man is, I am sure I would be honored to know that he felt that way about me." Deepak said, "I know things are difficult for you now, but if you would like, I would like to invite your parents over to dinner along with my parents one night."


"I would really like that, said Deepak, giggling like a school girl, her face still glistening with tears.


"Now let us get you to the doctor and see if those men have called the police."


No one had called the police, so Deepak did it and had Ava checked out. She didn't mention the device or the crushing of the testicles. A few days later, the news reported that the police had reported a Russian man had washed up on the river bank, having had his testicles crushed, his penis chopped and hands off, and having injuries consistent with having been beaten to death.


Ava was happy that she was not pregnant after the assault, and she passed various STD tests. Her anus and rectum took some time to heal. She got married two months later, had a wonderful time in the bedroom, but wept to her husband, expressing regret that her virginity had been taken. Deepak was understanding and comforting, and soon she became a tigress in bed. having experienced the male sex drive and the pleasure of the acts, she was more than sympathetic to Deepak's needs, offering to meet them before he even realized that he had them.


Ava lived with the guilt of what she had done, and nonsensical guilt over what had been done to her. She was guilty for not just enjoying sex, but engaging in anal sex wilfluly outside of marriage, and from having ****** a man's body to engage in it with her body. She'd recklessly damaged her own anus for a sense of male pleasure. She also wondered if she were gay or had done an immoral gay act. This was very confusing for her sexuality, even though she had no desire at all for women. She wondered if the sex drive of a psychopath had contaminated her mind, and if that was why she would chase her husband for sex, even waking him up for it. Deepak would very eagerly allay her guilt and concerns when she shared her, expressing gratitude and admiration for her sex drive, and buying her flowers after she had been especially 'aggressive' about getting her desires met. "Do me to death, but only me, until death. Please, please, please do not change." was his constant refrain in his thick Indian accent whenever she expressed these concerns to him. So she resolved not to suppress these tendencies.


She and Deepak would reenact parts of the assault from time to time, which was soothing to her. Her husband would wear a mask and 'attack' her in the bedroom. When they reenacted other parts she made sure not be more gentle on her husband's testicles than she had been on her assailant. She satisfied a craving her husband had for post-orgasm stimulation until the hypersensitivity was gone. She didn't know if it was the attack or her husband's love that made her crave sex night after night for decades. Deepak drew a hard line at pegging, which Ava respected. And she stopped eating pecans.


The moral of the story is, not sexually assault people, and don't underestimate the endurance of your testicles.