My first attempt at a story

[lws8512]

Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000161 EndHTML:0000019967 StartFragment:0000002349 EndFragment:0000019931 SourceURL:file://localhost/Users/Owner/Desktop/sss.doc @font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Synopsis: This is my first attempt at a story. Be brutally honest and tell me what you think. If a lot of people like it, there may be a couple sequels. This story, like most BB stories has a ridiculous plot. The plot is such to facilitate Bobby, the main character with giant testicles, being brutally beaten by groups of attractive women. The violence and humiliation are pretty extreme, but in a cartoon-ish way, so that there is no permanent injury, let alone ********** to the protagonist. I hope you enjoy it.

Bobby stepped off the school bus and began to slowly shuffle towards his home at the end of the long driveway. At 18 years old, Bobby was a smaller boy, 5’4 in height and weighing just a little over 120 pounds. He had short blonde hair and brown eyes.

It was snowing heavily and quite cold out, but Bobby was in no rush to get home. He knew what was awaiting him, the same thing that had awaited him every day for the past 4 years. Bobby’s life had dramatically changed at the age of 14 when his step-mom, Eve, had caught him masturbating. Eve, a fanatically religious woman, and his only parental figure since his father had left when he was 4, had, then and there, decided that Bobby was mentally ill. Pulling a few strings at the hospital at which she worked, Eve had had Bobby, a fairly intelligent boy, classified as having Severe Mental Retardation. This had allowed her to have lifetime custody of Bobby, which she told Bobby in private would allow her to “cure him.” Secretly, Bobby always wondered if it is was really the masturbation that had so upset his step-mom, or the fact that Bobby was a freak.

As Bobby neared the house, he could see his step-mom waiting for him on the porch. Sitting next to her were two of the neighbor girls, Alex and Jennifer. Alex was a tall, beautiful blonde, with piercing blue eyes. Beneath her thick winter coat, she was a skinny girl with light skin. The other girl, Jennifer, was shorter and brunette. While Alex was conventionally beautiful, Jennifer was cute and energetic. She wasn’t as skinny as Alex, but Bobby had always admired her curves, particularly her ample breast. Eve was also a brunette, at just over 40. Her face, while attractive, was also creased with age. However, her body put both of the teenage girls sitting next to her to shame. She was 6’0, an inch taller than Alex, with DD breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips; she was a stunning woman.

“Hi, honey,” Eve greeted Bobby, “your friends Alex and Jennifer braved the cold today just to come see you and help you with you therapy.”

“Hi, Bobby.” Both girls said in unison with big smiles on their faces.

Ever since Bobby’s “therapy program” had been moved outside, because Eve had said it was becoming too messy, the neighbor girls always wanted to help. When it was nice out, it wasn’t uncommon to have two dozen girls over to serve as aides in Bobby’s therapy.

Bobby assumed his “therapy position,” grabbing hold off the metal railing on the side of the porch and spreading his legs. Eve pulled down Bobby’s thin sweatpants to reveal Bobby’s shame. Trapped behind his legs, in a homemade humbler Bobby had gotten for Christmas two years past, were two bulbous, dark-purple testicles.

Eve released the humbler, causing Bobby to gasp in pain as blood flowed back into his gigantic nuts. Hanging halfway to his knee, Bobby’s testicles each looked like fleshy grapefruits. There was not a hair on either orb, or anywhere on his genitals. Eve, an extreme clean-freak, could not stand pubic hair. If she found even a single hair, there was hell to pay.

Strapped to his right leg with two belt straps, reaching almost 2/3rds the way to his knee, was Bobby gigantic, erect penis. Bulging with veins and also a dark shade of purple from lack of blood flow, Bobby’s 15 inch cock looked horrific. The member was not only long, but had matching girth, having a greater circumference than a typical baseball bat by several inches. Stuffed in his cock-hole was one of Bobby’s plugs, which was used to, as Eve put it, “stop my little man’s leaks.” According the package the plug came in, it was indeed meant for human insertion, being designed as one of the larger models of erotic, anal plugs. Eve had simply put it to a different purpose, or rather a different orifice.

Eve left Bobby’s cock tied to his leg, but took out the big, black plug. As usual, Bobby’s cock instantly began to drool. It was hardly surprising, as aside from Bobby’s once monthly release, Bobby was never allowed to cum. For that matter, he wasn’t even allowed to touch his genitals without permission.

With his pants at his ankles, Bobby was freezing. However, the cold was currently the least of his worries. Now that everything was prepared, Bobby’s therapy could begin.

“Well girls,” Bobby heard Eve say from behind him, “which one of you sweetie-pies would like to run Bobby’s session today?”

“Alex can,” he heard Jennifer say. “She’s better with him than I am. I’ll just watch.”

“It’s nothing to feel bad about,” Eve responded. “You’ll get better with practice. The important thing is your trying to help Bobby, which I am so thankful for…Well Alex why don’t you begin, it’s really getting cold out here.”

With those words Bobby gritted his teeth. Having been taught the good manner not to turn around, Bobby stood there, sweating despite the cold weather, waiting for the inevitable. Despite the thousands of times Bobby had gone through this, it never became any easier.

Alex chose to take a running start, so he heard it coming. And then, it was there. Alex’s knee cap met Bobby’s right testicle with a thud. Although it occurred in a quarter of a second, Bobby could feel, through his agony, exactly what was happening. The kneecap smashed directly into his nut meat, sending a jolt through his body. The pain increased when the now flying orb met his pelvic bone. As the final crescendo, Alex’s knee, still swinging upward, met with the meaty sphere, mashing it nearly flat against Bobby’s pelvic bone. Being a veteran, Alex then performed a half-second long grind, to added effect.

Bobby whimpered. Alex Giggled.

Then the assault continued in earnest. Over and over and over again, Alex drove her knee into Bobby’s dangling balls. Half way through, in order to maintain balance, she grabbed onto Bobby’s shoulder, allowing the assault to continue.
After three minutes, and what seemed to Bobby like three years, her attack was halted and the three women examined Alex’s handiwork.

“That was very nice dear,” said Eve.

“You really did a number on that right nut,” Jennifer added.

“Looks like I did,” Alex said with a giggle.

“Yes, it looks quite swollen,” Eve said sweetly, “You did a good job. Would you care to continue? Perhaps you could focus on the swollen area?”

“Of coarse,” replied Alex, “Anything to help Bobby.”

Bobby had been using the break to quietly cry into the railing. Mommy had ingrained in him, early on in his therapy, that “nobody likes a crybaby.” Crying was a sign that he needed more therapy.

Alex stepped up to her target and sized it up. Bobby’s mangled right nut was now hanging lower than his left and swollen a great deal larger. Planting her left foot, Alex drove the tip of her winter boot straight into the back of Bobby’s dangling nut meat, sending the swollen testicle flying into the porch railing. The second kick caught Bobby’s right nut directly on the bottom, shooting it into his pelvic bone. The third kick again caught Bobby directly from behind. This time it was done with the bottom of the boot, and Alex made sure to follow through, mashing the tortured orb between the bottom of her boot and the metal railing.

Bobby really didn’t remember much about kicks 4 through 139. He wouldn’t have known there were 139, except for the fact that Jennifer was quietly chanting the numbers.

At 139, Eve stated, “Well, I’m getting cold and you girls must be chilled too. How about 1 more and we call it a night?”

“Of coarse, Ma’am.” Alex said, positioning herself for he last kick.

“Wait!” called Jennifer, meekly adding, “can I help on this one?”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Alex.

“What if you did a running kick? You know, like a karate kick.”

“I don’t know,” said Alex. “It’s just going to slip away. Trust me, it wouldn’t be any better than a normal kick.”

“Well I was thinking,” Jennifer paused. “…Well, what if I held it? You know, held it tight so you could get a good kick in.”

“Awesome!” Alex said, as her eyes lit up.

“Girls, girls,” Eve interjected. “I know you just want to help Bobby, but I don’t know if this is a good idea. One of you could get hurt.”

“What if Alex misses,” Eve went on, looking at Jennifer. “You could break a finger.”

“Please Ma’am,” Both girls said in unison.

There was an awkward silence, which Eve finally broke stating, “I just pray neither of you gets hurt.”

Eve sat back down on the bench and both of the girls planned their stunt. Bobby was already in so much pain that he barely knew what was going on. His cock however, the engorged, purple monster strapped to his right leg, belayed another story. As Bobby genitals never received any sensual, physical contact, his meaty cock had come to crave any contact at all, no matter how brutal. Even as the two girls were planning the imminent destruction of his right testicle, Bobby’s cock was straining against its binding and drooling uncontrollably, so the a pool a semen had formed at Bobby’s feet.

Jennifer finally got a good grip on Bobby’s right testicle, which had come to resemble something of a mangled, flesh-covered football. Alex got in position on the other end of the deck.

“Ready?” Asked Alex.

“Just don’t missed,” answered Jennifer.

Alex came storming down the length of deck like a bull. Approaching her target, she leapt into the air just like some kung-fu movie, eliciting a gasp from Eve. Jennifer stood her ground and Alex’s aim was sound. Alex’s right boot slammed directly into Bobby’s trapped testicle with the weight of her whole body behind it, before Alex fell unceremoniously on her ass.

“Oh dear!” cried Eve. “Are you ok?”

“Just fine,” answered Alex with a smile while getting to her feet.

“Look!” cried Jennifer.

Bobby lay face down on the deck, trying to stifle his sobbing. The girls weren’t interested in that, however. Imprinted deep in the meat of his mashed right nut was Alex’s boot print.

All three women broke into uncontrollable laughter.

As the laughter subsided, Eve said, “Well I think it’s time we head in. Bobby do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you,” whimpered Bobby.

“You’re welcome!” The girls responded, followed by a series of giggles.

“Come along Bobby!” Called Eve impatiently. Bobby crawled over, and Eve unceremoniously crammed the black anal plug back into his cock hole.

Bobby began to slowly crawl to the entrance of the house. Mommy had always taught him to crawl when guests were over. However, even if he had been allowed to stand, he probably couldn’t have at the moment. Bobby slowly pulled himself into the house, his mutilated right testicle dragging on the ground behind him.

Eve turned to the girls, put a hand on each of their shoulders, and with tears in her eyes said, “Bobby really is lucky to have friends like you.”

To Be Continued???

[kickthem]

Nice work, lws8512. Well written with lots of creative ideas, even if a bit extreme. Please keep writing.

[poolman2]

Hi lws8512

Congratulations on writing an excellent story. I really enjoyed reading it. I truly hope you continue your good work.

Incidentally, I hope we get to read of some barefoot action, as well as activity by the wicked stepmother. These are my preferences, not a criticisms.

poolman2

[0514791]

I personally didn't like the story, but I did like the writing style. I think it's well written, and I'm curious to see what stories you will think up in the future.

[vandemir]

Thar was awesome! I'd love to read what happens next.

[Alec Anaconda]

This story, like most BB stories has a ridiculous plot.
…
Be brutally honest and tell me what you think.

It takes courage, lws8512, to publish your first short story and ask for unencumbered criticism.
Well done!

You clearly have a talent for writing, so why use a plot that you feel is unrealistic?

Might I suggest you conceive a story involving consenting adults involved within, what you consider, a realistic situation?

If you want heavy action, you then contrive a means for this to occur.

Please keep writing.

Alec Anaconda

[Karnage]

This definately needs a part 2! and soon...I really enjoyed that

[lws8512]

Thank you for all the feedback, both positive a negative.

In response to a couple comments:

"Might I suggest you conceive a story involving consenting adults involved within, what you consider, a realistic situation?"

I guess why I gravitated to this admittedly unrealistic story is it allowed for a humiliation factor. I like the size thing too, don't know why. Any future stories will probably be unrealistic in that sense. Also, I like the brutality of the action. If I was writing realistically, Bobby would have to be rushed to the emergency room halfway through the first chapter. Way too many BB stories end with rupture or other horrible injury to the main character. I've always found that to be a huge turnoff, ruining the story for me.

In any case, just an explanation. Thank you for the constructive criticism. Naturally, in real life, BB and all BDSM activities should conducted only with consenting adults, but stories allow a little leeway in this realm. I guess, in a way, this falls under the genre of Fantasy BB. Perhaps, if I do another story, I will try something a little more realistic.

"I hope we get to read of some barefoot action, as well as activity by the wicked stepmother."

Ask and you shall receive. I am planning on doing at least two more chapters. A requested, the third chapter will feature barefoot action by the step-mother. If anyone else has any other such suggestions, feel free to voice them. I'll try to integrate your ideas where possible.

Please keep the feed back coming, it will determine whether I continue on past a third chapter.

I'll try to have the second chapter posted today...

[lws8512]

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Bobby groaned as he slowly crawled along the wooden floor of the house. After that afternoon’s exceptionally intense therapy, his testicles ached horribly. His right nut in particular pulsated with a fiery pain as it dragged along the floor behind him. He could wished that this was something out of the ordinary, but the reality was, for the last 4 years, Bobby had lived with perpetually mashed nuts.

Bobby reached the staircase to the second floor, and used the railing to pull himself to his feet. His legs were weak, quaking from the assault he had just endured. With the help of the railing, he was just barely able to make it up the stairs. A few more unsupported, wobbly steps and he was in the bathroom. He turned the handle on the hot water faucet and began running a bath. When the tub was full, he trembled as he eased himself into the water.

This was something of a ritual. Everyday, after his post-school therapy, Eve made Bobby take a bath. His step-mom’s two main concerns were that Bobby clean his semen covered legs and shave his gigantic testicles; mommy could not abide messiness.

Bobby released the straps on his swollen, purple member. His meaty cock immediately swung violently upward so that, seated in the bathtub, the head of his raging member was about six inches from his chin. Generally speaking, this was its natural state. The mess on his right leg washed off easily. Bobby then proceeded to shave his two mangled orbs of nut meat, along with the rest of his pubic area, being especially ginger with his swollen right testicle. After his tasks were completed, he soaked in the tub another 10 minutes, as the warm water felt good on his tortured testicles.

After 10 minutes, knowing that dinner was waiting, Bobby slowly extracted himself from the bathtub. The pain that had wracked his body had subsided to some degree, allowing Bobby to stand more steadily. He dried off and proceeded back down the stairs.

Eve was waiting for him, sitting at the island in their kitchen. She had changed out of her winter clothes and was dressed in a bright red robe and gray sweatpants. Bobby joined her at the island butt naked, except for the anal plug still crammed up his urethra. Bobby wasn’t allowed to wear clothes in the house, Eve told him that this was to keep him from hiding any secrets. Thankfully though, when at home, Bobby didn’t have to wear his humbler or strap down his monstrous penis, except of course if guessed were over, in which case mother felt it best that his cock was firmly tied and that, according to her, “his two meat bags were in their proper place.”

“Hi honey,” Eve greeted him, “how was your day at school?”

“Good mommy,” Bobby lied, not wishing to upset his mother. His day at school, as most days at school, had been anything but good. The school girls, as always, had taken it upon themselves to give Bobby a little un-prescribed “therapy.”

“I’m glad to hear that sweetie,” Eve said with a smile. “I made chicken pot-pie for supper.”
Bobby awkwardly walked over to the stove and served step-mom and then himself. Between his freakish genitals and the therapy they received, everything Bobby did was somewhat awkward. They then sat down to a meal that, if not for the presence of a naked, battered, 18 year old boy, would have been reminiscent of a typical family dinner.

When Bobby had finished dinner he did the dishes and began his homework. Eve poured herself a glass of red wine and began reading a book. Bobby’s homework last him a while, and it was 7:30 before he packed up his books. Then, what he had been dreading since he had seen the first snow flake occurred.

“Bobby,” Eve said, “I know this is the first snowfall of the year, but I hope you haven’t forgotten that shoveling is one of your chores.”

“No Ma’am” Bobby said. The tears already welling up in his eyes.

“Go get the shovel honey,” Eve said somewhat sternly.

Bobby went out to the garage and retrieved the big wooden handled shovel. He returned inside and handed it to his mother. In the mean time, Eve had fetched the container of Vaseline from the bathroom. Bobby sat back down in his chair. Knowing what was going to happen, Bobby could barely control himself, and let out a audible whimper.

“Bobby,” Eve said somberly, “If you can’t control yourself, we won’t be needing the Vaseline.”

Bobby held in his anguish and Eve proceeded to prepare Bobby for shoveling the driveway. Two winters ago, Eve had devised a method so that the chore of shoveling could be part of Bobby’s therapy. When Eve had the shovel ready, she pulled out Bobby’s plug and set it in the kitchen sink.

“Now hold on to him,” Eve firmly commanded, referring to Bobby’s penis “And for heaven’s sake down let him drip on the floor, I don’t want a mess.”

Bobby griped down on his huge cock. Both of his hands just barely fit around the base. Once he had had his grip, Eve made her move, and, with all her might, rammed the greased handle of the snow shovel down Bobby’s cock hole. On its initial assault, the shovel made it about 8 inches in. With more pressure from Eve, and some strategic twisting and turning, the shovel eventually made it in another 5 inches. Eve took some bands and worked them around the very tip of Bobby’s pee hole, so the shovel could not escape. Wracked with pain, Bobby gasped for air, practically hyperventilating. Sitting there in the chair, with a shovel jutting out of the head of his cock, Bobby was a sorry sight to behold. Only adding to the pitiful sight was the fact that Bobby’s heavy breathing caused the head of the shuffle to repeated smack him in the face.

When Bobby was finally coherent, Eve ushered him outside, completely naked except for the snow shovel protruding from his mangled cock. Mommy had trained her boy well, through his tears, and with his hands clasped around his back so as not to ease his suffering, Bobby began shoveling the driveway. Eve went into the living room and lit a fire in the fireplace. She left momentarily to fetch her glass of wine, and then curled up in a comfy chair facing the Bay window to watch her step-son work.

Bobby’s ordeal was made worse by the fact that their long driveway wasn’t paved, but rather of the gravel variety. Every time the shovel hit a large stone or an unseen ridge on the driveway, agony would engulf Bobby’s demented shovel-cock. Upon hitting on particularly large stone halfway through his task, Bobby collapsed on his back in the snow, writhing in pain. After a moment, with no other choice, he clambered back to his feet and resumed his work. And so it continued.

Adding to his suffering was the fact that he knew his bedtime was rapidly approaching. If Bobby was not in his bed by 9, his insolence would be punished. So he hurried along, sobbing with each hidden stone in his path.

It was 8:50 when Bobby reached the end of the drive. Of coarse didn’t know this, as he didn’t have a watch. He might have made it in bed by his curfew, if it had not been for the shadowy figure sneaking up behind him. As Bobby was shoveling away the last stripped of snow, the shadowy figure made it’s move.

Bobby never saw or heard the pink snow boot coming his way. For some reason, it was always infinitely more painful when Bobby couldn’t sense a blow coming. So when the women’s size 8 snow boot, sailing through the cold winter air with incredible speed, met Bobby’s frozen, mashed testicles, the result was exquisite agony. Bobby stumbled forward, driving his shovel laden cock, with his full body weight behind it, into the snow bank. Bobby wanted to released a horrific wail, but all that came out was a gasp, as the boot made acquaintance with his balls a second time. A 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th meeting followed shortly thereafter. While not as powerful, these kicks were more precise and more swift, racking one mangled ball at a time, and causing Bobby’s swollen nut meat to jiggle to a sickening rhythm and also inadvertently driving the wooden shovel handle further and further up Bobby’s pee hole.

When the barrage stopped, Bobby could barely breath. His cock-shovel, wedged in the snow bank, was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. His legs trembled and his arms shudder at his side. His posture was reminiscent of some demented post modern sculpture.

“Hi Bobby!” A voice squealed from behind him.

It was Megan, one of the neighbor. She was a shorter girl, two inches shorter than Bobby. She was not fat, but neither could one call her slender. She was a full bodied girl. Breast, hips, waist, butt, legs, in all aspects she big. This didn’t mean she wasn’t attractive. Her body, while curvy, was still appealing. Her face, tan and with an always sweet look about it, was anything if not cute. It was framed by locks of beautiful chestnut brown hair.


In terms of personality, she was always happy and always trying to be helpful. She had taken a personal interest an “helping” Bobby almost immediately upon moving to the neighborhood. That is why Eve had asked her to be Bobby’s after school tutor two days a week. The only problem with that was that the girl was dumb as bricks.

“Sorry I didn’t make it over today to help with your therapy,” Megan continued in a sickenly sweet voice. “I was just so busy.”

Bobby whimpered as way of reply.

“I thought you might be upset I didn’t come.” Megan continued. “So, I just wanted to stop over and say ‘hi’ and let you know I’ll still be over tomorrow to help you in math.”

“Anyways.” Megan said after waiting for a response from Bobby that physically couldn’t come because the whole of his brain had switched over to the task of processing pain, “I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie.”

As way of parting, Megan blasted Bobby’s mangled nuts one last time and then turn and began to skip back down the street toward home.

How long Bobby remained there, propped up in the snow bank, he didn’t know. Eventually, when the pain had subsided enough, he continued his work, removing the last agonizing shove loads of snow from the driveway. He then stumbled toward the house with the shovel still protruding from his cock, although not so far as it had when he first went outside.

When he entered the door, he was greeted by his sweet mommy, who looked none too pleased. She said nothing and simply pointed to the clock the read 9:03. Bobby wanted to sob, but knowing the would make matters only worse, kept it to a sniffle. He knew his evening wasn’t over yet…

To Be Continued

[lws8512]

Looking the second chapter over again, I'm noticing a couple typos. Sorry bout that, I guess that's what you get when you don't proof it.

[Destiny]

Not a bad story, a little creepy with the shovel thin though.

[apreda93]

That's cool!