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“Good plan,” one woman in her business suit complimented on her coworker idea. She motioned the two men still hanging from their balls from the railing, who were still conscious.
“YYYYYEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!” one woman in black suit yelled with glee, loving the carnage idea.
“Awesome !” the women chimed in, “Let’s do some more!”
The tight black business suit women pulled all the darts from the several dartboards located there. They took up a position below five meters from the trembling daddies.
They flicked their wrist and the darts flew in a straight line towards the father’s genitals. Some of the darts needle pierced the daddies testicle. The men’s face contorted and their eyes went wide, tears started flowing immediately as they took in the sensation of having a metal shard slammed through their most tender area.
A second group darts flew. Most of the darts penetrated the balls hanging from the roof.
The women started to placed their shots with absolute accuracy, hitting the exact spot they wanted.
The two men were making clucking and whimpering noises. The women hands flew out in several arcing motions and a three rows of more darts flew. Each of father’s testicles were weighted by ten darts each. The ballbuster mother could saw the tiny tips of the darts sticking out the back of their scrotum. The business suit women had completely skewered their manhood.
The women dropped to one knee, they let their hands fly. Four round of more darts struck in their manhood. This time though the shaft of their penis, not their balls, were the target . A new type of scream were heard.
The ballbusting winner mother picked up two missing darts. She whistled sharply to get their attention. The daddies head came forward and their eyes met hers. The mummy held up the darts. Making sure the fathers saw it, she spun and let them fly. The daddies could only watch in horror as the dart struck the tip of their cock, dead center, the tip of the dart slid into the small hole located in the tip of their cock.
The darts were thrown with such force it were lodged completely in their organ; only a quarter inch of the dart could be seen sticking out of the tip of their penis.
The ballbuster mummy smiled at what she had done to them. Grabbing the rope, that was holding them, put the fathers close to her. She took one of the darts lodged in one of their nuts and shooked it back and forth. Suddenly the fathers screamed loudly. The ballbuster mother repeated the process with a different dart, this time in their shaft of their penis. “Please, no more,” they whimpered. She was careful not to pull the darts free, she just wanted to cause them as much pain as she could. After several minutes of taking each dart in her fingers and working it, she left the rope away, swing them with the ropes to continue their suffering.
Cecilia walked over her mother and admiring her work, “Good job!” She told her mother, an impressed look on her face as she saw all the darts around the daddies nutsacks.
“Thanks” said her mother.
The twin sisters looked back and saw the numerous darts penetrating the fathers genitals in every fashion, “Wow, that looks like it hurts,” they shouted mockingly.
“Wouldn’t know, I don’t have any balls or a dick,” the mother replied jeeringl. The mother and her girls laughed sarcastically.
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“You do that, but I also got my own ideas,” Cecilia told her mother.
Cecilia grabbed the rope of one of the daddies, she cutted it and threw him from ten meters. He slammed into a table. Cecilia yelled out excitedly as the father's balls sliced off by a broken bottle of wine that two women from the crowd were drinking.
“We also got an idea,” said the twin sisters as they moved towards the last father.
They pushed him to a barstool grabbing the rope that was holding him, “Stay!” The ordered him. They opened his legs out wide to the either sides of the barstools. His nuts were resting on the stools, totally exposed.
Taking a bottle fo wine that was on the bar, Gabriela, one of the twin sister, approached him. Smiling sweetly at the man, Gabriela lifted the bottle and drove into and through the daddy scrotum. “Aaaaahhhhhggggggg!!!!” he screamed in terrible pain. The bootle crashed his nuts cleanly and smashed it before breaking into the barstool underneath.
The glasses were lodged completely in his organ. The ridges of the glasses could be seen fanning out his skin from the inside. Ten glasses hung from his balls, seven more stuck into the sides of his cock. Five in it from the top and the last burrowed into the tip and down the shaft. His face was twisted into silent screams but he was only able to make muted noises. His eyes were wide though, staring directly at Gabriela.
He had always enjoyed videos of women kicking men in the nuts. He had never received a hit in his balls so that was the reason he had always fantasized about something like. But the reality was far worse than he imagined. It wasn’t fun, it looked painful, and he was crying to death.
The last father with his balls resting on the stool covered with glasses watched as the three sadistic sisters (the twin sisters and Cecilia) approached him.
“P-please, don’t,” he pleaded. But he could only watch as each girl raised the glass bottle and brought it down into his genitals. Each bottle struck one of his balls, ripped through it and then lodged into the stool. He collapsed forward in heap, held up only by the ropes and the stoolbars.
The three sisters admired their work. The man's balls were resting on the stool, pinned there by the glasses imbedded in his scrotum. He had the middle part of a wine bottle cue driven into him. Suddenly the sisters started laughing uncontrollably. Their mother realized what they though was so funny.
Cecilia caught her breath briefly, “It looks like we made glass balls!” and then broke down, laughing hysterically. Their mother also started laughing loudly at the sight as it was extremely funny. Gabriela and Sofia were on the floor, unable to catch their breath or stand.
After the ballbusting family composed, Cecilia turned and asked her mother, “ Mummy What’d ya think? Should we let him keep them?”. The devil ballbuster mother walked up to the daddy who had already lost his manhood and drove a knife through his nuts and penis, destroying. “Guess not,” The mother answered her daughter's question. Soon after, the father had lost both balls.
“Wow, that was intense,” the mother said, exhaling deeply.
“I know, it is great fun,” Cecilia, the daughter, added.
“Really fun,” the twin sisters added again. The ballbusitng family laughed.
They looked over the room and thought about what had happened. The placed was covered with brothers, sons and fathers rolling back and forth, holding their groins. If they were conscious enough, they were screaming in pain, if not, they were simply moaning incoherently. Testicles were everywhere. Stuck to the walls, on the floor, on the pool roof, hanging from the ropes. Dozens of male sex organs were covering the place.
“The boys and mens balls are dead” the mother shouted in unison and held up her son meaty orbs by their thin cords in front of her daughters. “Souvenirs?”
“Sure,” her daughters said taking their brother's balls in their hand.
The crowd started chanting, “More! More! More!”, the the women in business suited started chanting, “More! More! More!”
The concious fathers, brothers and son shouted. “We give up”.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as the ballbusting winner mother lifted her hands and waved, a huge grin on her face. She looked incredibly sexy, her fitness body body covered in sweat and blood.
The brutal destruction of the remaining brothers, sons and fathers sacks rounded out the evening. Now Jennifer, the co-host, the camarawoman and the crowd took part into the actions. Testicles were flattened in vices, blown into shredded gore with fireworks, roasted with burners, crushed and mangled by hand and splattered into goop with heavy boots. By the end of it there was nothing resembling a whole testicle among the men and boys. When no balls existed among the men, Jennifer, the co-host, took her place in the center of the room and shouted
"Now that was an amazing Ballbusting Family Fest! See you..."
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Now, I am trying to fix the whole story.
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I have made some changes...
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Ballbusting Fun Family Event
The stage was crowded . The most rich women in the country were prattling amongst themselves, they sipped champagne and pretended to be experts on ballbusting. The benches were filled with more than one hundred females, mostly girls in their early twenties. The silence of the room was broken as well dressed women ranging from their early thirties to mid-forties filed in with their daughters, chatting about kicking, squeezing, kneeing, pounching guys in the balls.
A pretty spanish women in her forties dressed entirely in black walked into the room and took a spot in front of the auditorioum. Her name was Jessica, the co-host. She was wearing a floor length black tight leather dress and matching shoulder black length gloves. She also wore black platform gogo boots and she looked great in it. She had a microphone in her right hand and five cameras were behind her.
"Are you ready?" shouted Jessica, the co-host.
"YES!" the crowd chanted in unison.
"I said are you ready?" Jessica asked again.
"YES YES!”" the crowd answered more loudly and started to clap and cheer.
“Okay ladies”, she shouted to the audience. “We’re about to start. Put your hands together now for the Ballbusting Event!”
The crowd went into hysterical cheers, a rich woman in the front row wave her extremely expensive zipper gold strong spike snake jacket and jokingly called "We love you!" to the announcer.
“Yeah, that’s it, bust lazy balls!” shouted a beautiful young woman with a multi-colour crazy hair sytle. She had the following colors green, magenta, blue, yellow, red and violet. She also had small green eyes and a fitness curvy figure. She quickly pulled up her white silk see through mini skirt.
“… so I’m really happy that so many of you have come here to be a part of the Ballbusting Family Event”, Jessica said.
The room was filled with screams.
Jessica continued. “You will see five family teams.” she paused for applause. The crowd cheered. “You will see nuts get crunched, balls get busted, and the sweet dreams of parenthood get smashed to pieces.” The audience went wild. “Thank you all for coming today. The rules are simple. The sons provide the balls, the mothers and the daughters are going to destroy them.” Jessica grinned. “ Before I let the teams introduce themselves, I want to say: The toughest boot may win.”
The girls cheered and clapped and rose from their seats. Jessica’s smile widened.
“Let the games begin”, a lady shouted.
The girls walked on stage and were greeted with cheers and applause by the audience.
“Here they are...”, Jessica continued. “Catherine, Cecilia, Erika, Romina and Paula”
“He’s worn”, the multi-colour hair woman shouted. “Sister. Spank his nuts! Crush them! Rip his nuts off””
A middle aged woman dressing a striped gothic dress shouted to the passing girls "kick hard, girls! Knee hard, girls! make those worns sing soprano!"
The five girls giggled.
“For those of you are not familiar with the sport: It’s ball breaking. The contestants will alternately damage each brother's balls. The game is over when the sister pop her two brother's balls” Jessica continued.
As the co-host was speaking, her voice cool and professional, her audience clad, no one seemed phased as a door on the side of the room opened and a line of five young boys, gagged and with hands bound behind their backs, was lead in. Each young boy was being led into position by one of the efficient women in black, tall women dressed in black tight suits and black sunglasses.
The host continued talking as the struggling young boys were each placed against their sisters, their arms and hands secured behind their backs and their legs spread apart by a metal bar at the ankles. Each was naked as was a specific requirement. The boys were gagged and their restraints given a final inspection by the women in black, who stepped away from and to the side of each, as if guarding against the unlikely event of an escape.
The five girls stood in front of their respective brother's targets.
A woman turned her mobile camera on. “Camera rolling”, she said. She turned her face to one of her friends “The camera has an amazing quality. I think we will have a very good video.”
“Girl, that’s cool. Nice camera!” her friend looked around and sat down on the couch.
She was wearing tight blue jeans, a tight white shirt with her dance club’s logo on it and a pointy steel toe sneakers boots.
"Hello boys from all over! I, The ballbusters, have an extra special show for you tonight.". She addressed the camera. Her friends grinned at the camara.
“Any last words for the camera?” she asked her friends.
One of her friends a very good-looking dancer looked into the camera, she smiled “Boys, I haven’t shown my hitting skills! I’m gonna crunch yours nuts!” She has black hair and beautiful green eyes. She was a bit tall, she had muscular legs. She wore a white shirt and tight black trousers and black leather boots.
The woman, who was holding the camara, suggested: “What about a little joke? Say something hilarious to the camera, something like a ahort story .... or I don't know … somehting like ...if you tocuh me then I hit you with ...”
“I have one joke” shouted one of her friends.
“Greate, amazing” the woman, holding the camera, jumped over her chair. “The camera is rolling”, she said.
“Wait a second, errr, I don’t really remember, errr, what the joke is exactly about, let me thinks..” the woman was thinking in aloud voice.
“I remeber. It was in the history middle age” the woman was trying to remeber.
“A woman in a black tight hood that covered her face was wheeling out a cart with knives, mallets, hammers, large fireworks, lighters, pliers and other instruments of nut torture and placed it in front of the hysterical men, who were crying around the place of execution” said the jokingly woman.
"Today we're going to make scrambled eggs, the torture woman shouted with a funny voice around park" the woman said laughing.
Her friend looked at her quizzically.
"We have to soften the testicles. Explained the torture woman" the joke woman continue speaking her story. “The woman executioner took two heavy mallets, and positioned them on either side of the nuts”
“Perfect!” one her friend shouted. “Continue girl, that’s cool. Nice story!” The woman looked around, rubbed her shaped booty around her chair, and started jumping with her ass. She was wearing tight jeans as all her friends. The colour of hers were blue. She was also wearing expensive brown boots.
The story teller woman continue telling her story “The woman slammed the mallets together as hard as she could, squashing the blue, red, blacks....as you wish, girls... nuts between the mallet. The women around the park thought the man's balls were going to burst....all the women were shouting things to the men ….and encouraging the castrator with her testicle torture...”
The women, who were listened the joke, looked at each other and gulped.
“You… oohh… you are… oohh… my jewels, the fucking man gasped. They feel… oohh… they feel like they are in a machine squeezer…continue yelling the worm...”
The camera zooms out to reveal the story teller woman grinning into it. She is seen from the waist up, with a testicle made by hand necklace around her neck and a penis in the middle. It also could be seen her tight white shirt that says I hang two balls and a penis between my two breasts, so boys know what's up when they are close to me!
The hilarious woman continue telling her story “Well, I’m trying to see if I can get any juice out of them…the torturing woman added with a funny voice...laught around the park could be heard”
One of the story teller woman's friends laught with cryness and maddness “The story is fun as hell.” She grabbed her tight pink jean crotch and squeezed. “The story is so hot. I can take of my shirt. I'm getting wet. Do you bother if I take it, girls?” she asked.
“Great. Let your boobies hang out” shouted one of her friends.
The woman stood up and undressed her shirt, showing them her nicely defined abdominal muscles on her body. She threw her white shirt showing her white adhesive bras. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” She seemed very fond of her own breast. She looked down, grabbed them and carefully weighed them in her hands. Then she lightly slapped them a few times with her other hand and grimaced. “Oooohh, boys, you want to have one of this, don't you.”
The story teller woman looked at her irritated and continue telling her story.“The man writhed and screamed into his gag as the torturer brutally flattened his sack. His ruptured balls were mushy and lumpy.”
“Oh yes, they are”, the story teller quickly said, clearing her throat.
She looked at her friends, expecting approval. “The story is great”, They offered. She was pleased with that, she smiled and continue telling the story "Girls, thats should we do it. Shouted the torturing woman around the park. Putting up her mallets covered with semen and blood."
“Cool”, one of her friend said, spreading her legs around her chair. The story teller continue the story "Doesn't that hurt? Asked the women around the park. Maybe the torturing woman said but only if you get your fingers caught in between" the story teller finished her story. Their friends were shouting and cheering, clapping their hands and laughing.
“God” one woman laughed.
Some friends slowly sank to the ground with laught. Others women behind them watched and laughed at the scene.
“Congratulations. Good story”, their friends grins and shaked the huge the story teller.
“Thanks”, she smiled proudly.
The woman's expensive camera zoomed to the stage to reveal five well athletic girls and
five boys trembling, tears streaming from their eyes, who actually believed their sisters were going to be shown mercy, the boys opened their mouse wide and screamed in genuine surprise and horror. Their legs were spreaded apart by a metal bar.
The woman holding the camera asked her friend "Hmm How should those good sisters burst these bad brothers?"
Her friends went wild calling out suggestions. Punching them, squeezing them. Ripping them off.
"Count down with me!" Jessica, the co-host, encouraged the crowd as the five sisters girls began movingfrom the swinging boyhood.
"Ten...Nine...Eight..Seven...Six..Five... Four.... Three..." the crowd shouted.
Catherine dropped to her knees and balled her fist. Her brother watched her, a fearful expression on his face as his balls dangled invitingly for a good bust. She was wearing an extremely green crocodile leather mini skirt; showing off her long sleek legs and a thin white blouse with no bra.
She also wore thigh-high python print boots.
The woman holding her camera focused on the girl's skirt.”Wiii what beautiful skirt...I want to have one”
"... two... one!" the crowed shouted
There was an audible whoosh as the Catherine's fist sailed through the air, followed by a satisfying, echoing wet splat. Her fist collided full force with the swinging brother's sack which his penis exploded semen as a statue penis water font.
“She’s a good one”, the woman holding her mobile camera stated, smiling at her friends. “The mother should be proud of her…”
Her friends nodded.
“Punch the semen out of his nuts!” yelled the woman holding the camera.
“That worn is full of milk”, the mother shouted. “Punch the spunk out of him.”
Catherine's punched her brother’s sore, swollen meatballs with all the force she could muster.
The poor weak brother screamed in pain. His penis continue throwing milk.
Catherine spread the cum on her forehead, leaving a trace of spunk just above her eyebrow.
“I think a need a vodka”, the woman holding the camera shouted. She got up and walked towards the woman hawker drinks . “Girl, that was the best orgasm I had in ages!” The woman laughed to the seller. “Girl I need some alcohol…” The hawker poured a glass of vodka and the mobile camera woman gulped it down in one go.
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Hi,
I made some corrections to my story. If someone want to make some comments good or bad against the story, I would like to read them.
thanks
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Ballbusting Fun Family Event
The stage was crowded . The most rich women in the country were prattling amongst themselves, they sipped champagne and pretended to be experts on ballbusting. The benches were filled with more than one hundred females, mostly girls in their early twenties. The silence of the room was broken as well dressed women ranging from their early thirties to mid-forties filed in with their daughters, chatting about kicking, squeezing, kneeing, pounching guys in the balls.
A pretty spanish women in her forties dressed entirely in black walked into the room and took a spot in front of the auditorioum. Her name was Jessica, the co-host. She was wearing a floor length black tight leather dress and matching shoulder black length gloves. She also wore black platform gogo boots and she looked great in it. She had a microphone in her right hand and five cameras were behind her.
"Are you ready?" shouted Jessica, the co-host.
"YES!" the crowd chanted in unison.
"I said are you ready?" Jessica asked again.
"YES YES!”" the crowd answered more loudly and started to clap and cheer.
“Okay ladies”, she shouted to the audience. “We’re about to start. Put your hands together now for the Ballbusting Event!”
The crowd went into hysterical cheers, a rich woman in the front row wave her extremely expensive zipper gold strong spike snake jacket and jokingly called "We love you!" to the announcer.
“Yeah, that’s it, bust lazy balls!” shouted a beautiful young woman with a multi-colour crazy hair sytle. She had the following colors green, magenta, blue, yellow, red and violet. She also had small green eyes and a fitness curvy figure. She quickly pulled up her white silk see through mini skirt.
“… so I’m really happy that so many of you have come here to be a part of the Ballbusting Family Event”, Jessica said.
The room was filled with screams.
Jessica continued. “You will see five family teams.” she paused for applause. The crowd cheered. “You will see nuts get crunched, balls get busted, and the sweet dreams of parenthood get smashed to pieces.” The audience went wild. “Thank you all for coming today. The rules are simple. The sons provide the balls, the mothers and the daughters are going to destroy them.” Jessica grinned. “ Before I let the teams introduce themselves, I want to say: The toughest boot may win.”
The girls cheered and clapped and rose from their seats. Jessica’s smile widened.
“Let the games begin”, a lady shouted.
The girls walked on stage and were greeted with cheers and applause by the audience.
“Here they are...”, Jessica continued. “Catherine, Cecilia, Erika, Romina and Paula”
“He’s worn”, the multi-colour hair woman shouted. “Sister. Spank his nuts! Crush them! Rip his nuts off””
A middle aged woman dressing a striped gothic dress shouted to the passing girls "kick hard, girls! Knee hard, girls! make those worns sing soprano!"
The five girls giggled.
“For those of you are not familiar with the sport: It’s ball breaking. The contestants will alternately damage each brother's balls. The game is over when the sister pop her two brother's balls” Jessica continued.
As the co-host was speaking, her voice cool and professional, her audience clad, no one seemed phased as a door on the side of the room opened and a line of five young boys, gagged and with hands bound behind their backs, was lead in. Each young boy was being led into position by one of the efficient women in black, tall women dressed in black tight suits and black sunglasses.
The host continued talking as the struggling young boys were each placed against their sisters, their arms and hands secured behind their backs and their legs spread apart by a metal bar at the ankles. Each was naked as was a specific requirement. The boys were gagged and their restraints given a final inspection by the women in black, who stepped away from and to the side of each, as if guarding against the unlikely event of an escape.
The five girls stood in front of their respective brother's targets.
A woman turned her mobile camera on. “Camera rolling”, she said. She turned her face to one of her friends “The camera has an amazing quality. I think we will have a very good video.”
“Girl, that’s cool. Nice camera!” her friend looked around and sat down on the couch.
She was wearing tight blue jeans, a tight white shirt with her dance club’s logo on it and a pointy steel toe sneakers boots.
"Hello boys from all over! I, The ballbusters, have an extra special show for you tonight.". She addressed the camera. Her friends grinned at the camara.
“Any last words for the camera?” she asked her friends.
One of her friends a very good-looking dancer looked into the camera, she smiled “Boys, I haven’t shown my hitting skills! I’m gonna crunch yours nuts!” She has black hair and beautiful green eyes. She was a bit tall, she had muscular legs. She wore a white shirt and tight black trousers and black leather boots.
The woman, who was holding the camara, suggested: “What about a little joke? Say something hilarious to the camera, something like a ahort story .... or I don't know … somehting like ...if you tocuh me then I hit you with ...”
“I have one joke” shouted one of her friends.
“Greate, amazing” the woman, holding the camera, jumped over her chair. “The camera is rolling”, she said.
“Wait a second, errr, I don’t really remember, errr, what the joke is exactly about, let me thinks..” the woman was thinking in aloud voice.
“I remeber. It was in the history middle age” the woman was trying to remeber.
“A woman in a black tight hood that covered her face was wheeling out a cart with knives, mallets, hammers, large fireworks, lighters, pliers and other instruments of nut torture and placed it in front of the hysterical men, who were crying around the place of execution” said the jokingly woman.
"Today we're going to make scrambled eggs, the torture woman shouted with a funny voice around park" the woman said laughing.
Her friend looked at her quizzically.
"We have to soften the testicles. Explained the torture woman" the joke woman continue speaking her story. “The woman executioner took two heavy mallets, and positioned them on either side of the nuts”
“Perfect!” one her friend shouted. “Continue girl, that’s cool. Nice story!” The woman looked around, rubbed her shaped booty around her chair, and started jumping with her ass. She was wearing tight jeans as all her friends. The colour of hers were blue. She was also wearing expensive brown boots.
The story teller woman continue telling her story “The woman slammed the mallets together as hard as she could, squashing the blue, red, blacks....as you wish, girls... nuts between the mallet. The women around the park thought the man's balls were going to burst....all the women were shouting things to the men ….and encouraging the castrator with her testicle torture...”
The women, who were listened the joke, looked at each other and gulped.
“You… oohh… you are… oohh… my jewels, the fucking man gasped. They feel… oohh… they feel like they are in a machine squeezer…continue yelling the worm...”
The camera zooms out to reveal the story teller woman grinning into it. She is seen from the waist up, with a testicle made by hand necklace around her neck and a penis in the middle. It also could be seen her tight white shirt that says I hang two balls and a penis between my two breasts, so boys know what's up when they are close to me!
The hilarious woman continue telling her story “Well, I’m trying to see if I can get any juice out of them…the torturing woman added with a funny voice...laught around the park could be heard”
One of the story teller woman's friends laught with cryness and maddness “The story is fun as hell.” She grabbed her tight pink jean crotch and squeezed. “The story is so hot. I can take of my shirt. I'm getting wet. Do you bother if I take it, girls?” she asked.
“Great. Let your boobies hang out” shouted one of her friends.
The woman stood up and undressed her shirt, showing them her nicely defined abdominal muscles on her body. She threw her white shirt showing her white adhesive bras. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” She seemed very fond of her own breast. She looked down, grabbed them and carefully weighed them in her hands. Then she lightly slapped them a few times with her other hand and grimaced. “Oooohh, boys, you want to have one of this, don't you.”
The story teller woman looked at her irritated and continue telling her story.“The man writhed and screamed into his gag as the torturer brutally flattened his sack. His ruptured balls were mushy and lumpy.”
“Oh yes, they are”, the story teller quickly said, clearing her throat.
She looked at her friends, expecting approval. “The story is great”, They offered. She was pleased with that, she smiled and continue telling the story "Girls, thats should we do it. Shouted the torturing woman around the park. Putting up her mallets covered with semen and blood."
“Cool”, one of her friend said, spreading her legs around her chair. The story teller continue the story "Doesn't that hurt? Asked the women around the park. Maybe the torturing woman said but only if you get your fingers caught in between" the story teller finished her story. Their friends were shouting and cheering, clapping their hands and laughing.
“God” one woman laughed.
Some friends slowly sank to the ground with laught. Others women behind them watched and laughed at the scene.
“Congratulations. Good story”, their friends grins and shaked the huge the story teller.
“Thanks”, she smiled proudly.
The woman's expensive camera zoomed to the stage to reveal five well athletic girls and
five boys trembling, tears streaming from their eyes, who actually believed their sisters were going to be shown mercy, the boys opened their mouse wide and screamed in genuine surprise and horror. Their legs were spreaded apart by a metal bar.
The woman holding the camera asked her friend "Hmm How should those good sisters burst these bad brothers?"
Her friends went wild calling out suggestions. Punching them, squeezing them. Ripping them off.
"Count down with me!" Jessica, the co-host, encouraged the crowd as the five sisters girls began movingfrom the swinging boyhood.
"Ten...Nine...Eight..Seven...Six..Five... Four.... Three..." the crowd shouted.
Catherine dropped to her knees and balled her fist. Her brother watched her, a fearful expression on his face as his balls dangled invitingly for a good bust. She was wearing an extremely green crocodile leather mini skirt; showing off her long sleek legs and a thin white blouse with no bra.
She also wore thigh-high python print boots. Catherine was 17 years old and claims to be a top model. She had the looks for it. She always wore expensive clothes. She had some hobbies. She practised kangoo jump and street rollers. She is 1,78 cm tall. She had a curvy fitnees boyd with long reddish-blond hair and wonderful brown eyes.
The woman holding her camera focused on the girl's skirt.”Wiii what beautiful skirt...I want to have one”
"... two... one!" the crowed shouted
There was an audible whoosh as the Catherine's fist sailed through the air, followed by a satisfying, echoing wet splat. Her fist collided full force with the swinging brother's sack which his penis exploded semen as a statue penis water font.
“She’s a good one”, the woman holding her mobile camera stated, smiling at her friends. “The mother should be proud of her…”
Her friends nodded.
“Well, she got them good. She didn’t crack them, though…”added her friends
“Punch the semen out of his nuts!” yelled the woman holding the camera.
“That worn is full of milk”, the mother shouted. “Punch the spunk out of him.”
Catherine's punched her brother’s sore, swollen meatballs with all the force she could muster.
The poor weak brother screamed in pain. His penis continue throwing milk.
Catherine spread the cum on her forehead, leaving a trace of spunk just above her eyebrow.
“I think a need a vodka”, the woman holding the camera shouted. She got up and walked towards the woman hawker drinks . “Girl, that was the best orgasm I had in ages!” The woman laughed to the seller. “Girl I need some alcohol…” The hawker poured a glass of vodka and the mobile camera woman gulped it down in one go.
The woman after drinking her glass of vodka stopped the camera and clapped her hands: “This girl is good. I liked her punching. I have seen the look on her face. She’s extremely hot!”
Catherine got down on her knees in front of her brother. His balls were s hanging. She could see his swelling cock. She clenched her fists and began punching his nuts. She used all her force and dug the knuckles into her right nut, then into his left nut, feeling each ball flatting.
“Punch! Them!” encouraged the crowd.
Some women counted the punches:“One … two … three, owww … four … five … six … seven, owwww … eight … nine … ten …” they screamed with excitement at each crushing hit “Eleven … twelve, oughhh … thirteen … fourteen …”
Catherine punched harder and harder, grinding her brother nuts into his thighs, scrunching them with her fists.
The boy groaned in pain as Catherine, her sister, abused his meatballs with a barrage of punches, alternating her left fist and her right fist with the expert coordination of a professional boxer. His nutsack were bouncing and bruising as Catherine sent her fists flying into his vulnerable testicles.
The mother was standing next to them, cheering her on. “Come on, smash those nuts! Make him cry! Trash them!”
Catherine concentrated on her brother's bouncing sack, pummeling his fat plums with wild abandon.
He was breathing heavily and moaning in pain.
“Yes!” the mother yelled. “Trash those mutherfuckers!”
"Uh oh. Doesn't look good for our boy" Jessica, the co-host, said mockingly. Everyone, except the brother, laughed.
"I am making scrambled eggs," Catherine said laughing.
She brutally punched her brother's sack . He screamed into as his nuts were busted with blow after blow.Bruises were appearing over the testicles skin. After one, Catherine examined the red nuts with her hands.
"Hmm.. not quite scrambled. " said Catherine
“How the fuck did they not break?!!?” asked Catherine
“With hard eggs like this you have to use something a bit harder.” added Jessica.
Jessica reached for a wooden mallet and gave to Catherine. She started hitting the brother's nuts repeatedly. He was rolling his head back as his boyhood was being busted. The sister was drawing her arm back as far as she could each time before striking the nuts.
“Those balls are not going to live much longer” added Jessica.
"Hmm.. they're starting to crack," Catherine said smiling.
“Does anyone care about how I feel?” the brother cried.
Catherine turned her head.
The mother turned to her daughter and shouted, “Finish him, Catherine, finish him! Come on, finish him.”
The woman, holding the mobile camera, grin when she saw the daughter and mother standing together. The family mother daughter friendship in each of them was striking.
The boy shrieked in pain as his nuts were viciously struck by Catherine’s expert hits.
Everyone know that it would only be a matter of time before one of the balls would break down.
Catherine increased the force of her hits, lifting his brother off the ground and making him cry out in pain.
"Mmm, almost there." said Jessica.
"Break damn thing..." shouted Catherine as she constanstly hitted her brother's nuts with her wooden mallet.
WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Break!' Catherine shouted as she attempted to mush her weak poor brother's nut with each hits.. but the balls didn't crack. The nuts started to get red, blue, violet ... and black....
"I have an idea, Catherine, come up here." said the mother.
"Please! Don't!" the young boy screamed.
"Shut up! You piece of shit! Lazy weak balls!" shouted the mother to her son.
"You know what sweety," the mother talked her daughter, not taking her eyes off her son.
"I think these balls might be too nice to just be burst open."
"Please! Please!" he wailed, though he knew it was hopeless.
Jessica and the other contestants looked on curiously as Catherine and her mother whispered amongst themselves, clearly coordinating a finishing finale to the boy sex life.
"Okay, let's do it," said Catherine.
The two stood on either side of the sack and raised their wooden mallets. They were going to slam their stick into each nut.
"Three... two... one...Let's pop these balloons" the mother and daughter shouted laughing.
POP!
The brother's nuts suddenly exploded violently, spraying them wit nuts meat. The brother's red head looked down in horror before passing out.
The wet popping sound was amazing. It was a photo finish.
“Well done, Catherine!” Jessica grinned.
Jessica looked at the mother. “You did fine, too.” who was soaked in his son’s meat nuts.
“Brother lost”, Jessica said slowly. “He got his nuts crunched.”
“A daughter is a wonderful blessing” said the mother.
Catherine walked over to her brother and carefully inspected his swollen sac. “Chunks of nuts.” she said.
Jessica and the mother burst out laughing.
Catherine ripped off her brother's remaining squashed scrotum. She inserted her fingers into the hole made by mallets and began to rip and tear the remaining scrotum. The boy screamed in a desperate effort to escape the pain. The boy head instantly rolled out and he was out, the remains of his nuts were now dripping out of blood between the holes in his sack made by the mallets. When the scrotum had been ripped, Catherine examined the squashed scrotum.
"Oh, a testicular exam?" asked her mother.
“Yes mum. Well... in the school … in the biology studies...the teacher doesn't give guidelines on how ********** regularly it should be done” answered Catherine.
The mother took a step toward her daughter, putting a hand on her knee in a motherhood, calming way.
"I usually recommend to perform the ********** after a drowing the testicles in hot water then the genitals are lower in the sack . Then you use the basic techniques. You take a the testicle between your thumb and fingers and apply pressure... this is the most long time painful way" explained her mother.
"That sounds great, mum!" Catherine said smiling.
"How hard can you squeeze?" asked her daughter.
"As hard as you want, sweety. And his testicle will be crushed" answered her mother.
"Popped?" asked Catherine.
The mother nodded affirmatively.
"Hot." Quinn swallowed.
“There are more way” added Jessica, the co-host.
“Which ones?” asked Catherine.
“Boil the nuts” answered Jessica.
“How?”asked Catherine.
“You have to put his dangling nuts slowly closer and closer to the boiling liquid until they are totally covered in boiling water. I recommended using a visible through the transparent saucepan.
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And then there were four sisters and eight nuts to break.
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And then there were four sisters and eight nuts to break.
Now, Paula was kicking he brother’s nuts. The tip of her wooden bootie crashed into his boyhood again and again, making him scream from the top of his lungs. She kicked his balls like a professional ballerina. She was wearing a dancer unitard. It was a skin-tight with long legs and long sleeves, stopping at the wrists and ankles. It was a shiny metallic gold unitard. Paula was 19 years old and claims to be a rock star. She always wore crazy hair styles as her sister. She is 1,71 cm tall. She had a curvy fitnees body with shredded multicolor hairstyle and wonderful red eyes.
“Yes!” the mother groaned hoarsely as her daughter bootie collided with her brothers nuts. “Ruin him, Paula, crack his nuts!”
Paula stared angrily at her brother and increased the force, lifting him off his feet with her well-placed kicks, filling the room with the dull thuds of her wooden bootie connecting with her brother's junk.
“Shut up”, Paula grunted, striking her brother in the testicles with a forceful kick that made him shriek in pain.
“Please”, the boy moaned and cried.
“Yeah, that’s it, Paula, bust his balls!” encourage the mother.
The brother was jumping up and down. His supersized gonads were dangling vulnerably.
“This is so much fun”, Paula smiled. “Mum, you have no idea how funny it is.… Hilarious. ...You should see the eyes he got…”
The mother laughed and looked at his son. “Poor thing…”
“Are you having fun?” Paula asked her brother.
The boy groaned.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you…” shouted Paula.
The boy mumbled something.
“You have to speak up, or I’m gonna open your nuts” shouted Paula.
“Fuck you”, the brother shouted
“Ooooh, insulting and shouting at your sister? That’s a big ….no-no”, The mother said with mock-angryness. She walked up to her son.
The son winced.
The mother with an evil grin slapped her son’s sore balls with the end of her hands.
The boy moaned, grunted and doubled over.
“Worry about your own nutsack”, the mother laughed.
“Good one, mum”, Paula said in a strained voice. “You got him dead-on.” She looked at her brother. “See? The mummy knows how to play dirty…”
The brother rolled his eyes and looked away.
The mummy laughed. “You are right sweety, the mummy sure knows how to play dirty…” She winked at her daughter.
The mother took a step back and shook her head, smiling gently at her son. “See? That’s what you get for shouting at your sister.”
He was sobbing in pain, his hands on his back and impossible to cup his precious bruised jewels.
“Next time. You’re gonna have to carry your balls with you in a jar. Understand me?” shouted the mother.
Paula took a step back and aimed a vicious kick at her brother's nuts. Her bootie smashed the bruised testicles.
The brother yelped and doubled over, while Paula was jumping up and down holding the tip of her wooden bootie with her hand.
“Poor Paula has hurt her foot…” Jessica, the co-host, commented.
“Unfortunately, collateral damage”, the mother commented. “Poor Paula has hurt her foot…”
The crowd cheered for her to continue with the kicks.
“Ruin him, girl, crack his nuts!”
“Yeah, that’s it bust his balls!”
“Kick him hard!” the crowd shouted. “Mash his spuds!”
Paula was grimacing from the pain in her foot. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth contorted in a painful grimace. Her legs were kicking wildly as if those moves would reduce the pain.
“Fuck!” Paula shrieked. “Fuck!”
Her mother asked. “You alright, sweety?”
Paula looked at her mother and grimaced in sympathy. “Well, not necessarily… “
“Damn”, the mother shooked her head. “Make one hell of a sacrifice…”
“I bet that pain will be gone in a minute”, Paula said, as her mother animated the audience to clap rhythmically. After two minutes she stood in front of her brother.
“Apparently she thinks she doesn’t need a running start”, Jessica, the co-host, said. “And if you look at those muscular legs of her and those boots… Well, she could be right.”
Paula growled “You little shit!”. The sound of the impact echoed across the room, as Paula wooden pointy boot made contact with the week balls of her opponent.
The brother moaned loudly and grabbed his junk.
“Good one”, the mother said.
Paula smiled with satisfaction as the crowd cheered for her. She winked at the audience and lifted her right leg boot, granting the spectators a nice, full view of her letal weapon.
The audience went wild for Paula.
"Let's pop those balloons" the mother said laughing as she stopped in front of her son.
He was trembling, tears streaming from his eyes. He knew he only had mere moments to remain a boy.
"Hmm how should be bust my bad son? He hurt my sweety with his testicles"
The crowd went wild calling out suggestions. Punching them, squeezing them. Ripping them off.
"These balls are already hanging so low." said the mother.
The mother winked at her daughter“You don’t want any nephews do you?”
“Nah”, Paula chuckled.
The mother clapped her hands. “Okay, enough chatting. Let’s get the balls roll…”
Her son's eyes shot open in terror and he screamed. The mother, ignoring his begs, she knelt down so that she was at eye level the swinging nutsack. The mother balled her hands into a fist and positioned at the boy's sack, she wanted to make sure her aim was dead on. She had come dressed for battle. She had a very thin spandex top showing off her rounded curvy figure and her large breast. On her hands she wore warrior mace spiked gloves fingerless. Her pants were a bit looser, allowing her freedom to move and kick hard. She also wore a belly button ring. She had knee high gothic boots with skull, chains and spikes, like the kind hard metal bands wear. Her entire look was dark, black clothes, only broken by her large, bright red lips and her multicolor hairstyle.
"We saw a girl and her mother hitting a worn using an old cooking thing … wooden mallet … They flung it indifferently towards the testicles” shouted the mother.
"Anyone ever seen warrior gloves?" asked the mother.
Jessica, the co-host, and her audience's confusion were apparent.
"So, Ladies, I present to you spikey women warrior gloves for the next generation of men hating women soldiers.” continue shouting the dark mother.
She took few seconds to flex her fingers and get a feel for the spikey of the gloves, making sure to squeeze and punch the air while making eye contact with her son as if to say "said goodbye to your sack."
The crowd were eager to see just how much damage the combat gloves will do to the two babymakers. Alkl the women shouted.
"Pop him!"
"Crush him!"
"Let's pop those balloons"
The boy was trembling, tears streaming from his eyes. He knew he only had mere moments to remain a full son.
"Count down with me!" she encouraged the crowd as she began moving her fists away from the swinging targets.
"Five... four.... three..."
The boy was writhing and screaming, his nut sack bouncing from the latest sister kicks.
"... two... one!"
The Paula's mothers warrior mace spiked gloves collided full force with the swinging sack which promptly exploded open like a pinata.
The nuts sprayed out in both directions. The girls in the first two rows were covered with nut meat.
The boy rolled in horror, pain and he promptly passed out.
The audience laughed.
The mother smiled at Paula, her daughter. “I guess we won.”
Paula looked at her brother who was reduced to a sobbing mess.
“I guess so, too”, she said slowly.
“We have to wait until the results are in”, the mother chuckled. “I guess it won’t be long, though…”
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Erika had both of her brother’s tiny balls in a vise-like grip. Both of her hands were busy squeezing the life out of her brother nuggets, her fingertips digging into the soft flesh, grinding them and squishing them like grapes.
Erika gritted her teeth, grunting in pain, beads of sweat running down her face. Her brother shouted
"What are you doing to me? What's wrong with my balls---Oooh!"
She twisted her brother’s nuts in opposite directions. His eyes turned inward and he let out an almost comical high-pitched wail.
"My nuts! Fuck! My nuts!" the brother didn't stop shouting even though her sister looked immensely satisfied with her brother’s reaction and held his sac in her left palm, her thumb pressing his gonads to the very bottom, making them bulge obscenely. Without further ado, she balled her fist and sent a nut-crunching punch into his boyhood, flattening his hefty orbs against the palm of her hand and making him wail in agony.
The mother in front of her daughter was shrieking and laughing. “Punch the spunk out of his nuts!” she yelled as her daughter pummeled his son’s nuts.
Erika threw a vicious uppercut at her brother's rapidly swelling nuts, making his eyes clench shut as his mouth opened to let out a hoarse cough.
Another hard, well-placed uppercut found its way into her brother's dangling gonads, ramming them into his body and making him let out a strangled yelp.
“Yes!” the mother yelled. “Spank those nuts! Crush them!”
He screamed in pain. His balls looked as if they were ready to pop out of their sac any second.
His pale face indicated that he might throw up any second.
"What hell of show is it?" the brother asked crying.
"It's a ballbusting family game show", Erika answered quickly before her brother had the chance to say something.
“and for the winner there's a lot of money...and more...” added the mother.
Erika asked "I'm doing okay, mum?..."
The mother grinned. "I'm proud of you" She put one arm around her daughter.
"I hope you are proud of your son too", Erika smiled at her mother.
The mother shot an angry look. “are you kidding?---“ she asked her daughter an added “He looked like a cheap whore…I’m devastated that his testicles haven’t grown much...they are still the same little grapes…”
“I feel it, one of them is going to pop”, Erika grunted. “The left one feels all squishy.”
The mother turned to her daughter and shouted, “Finish him, Erika, finish him! Come on, finish him.make him cry” She grinned, "You should try the boots kicks. They said they are more very effective..." The mother hope that her daughter will soon destroy her son’s sex life and thereby win the competition.
She had reason to hope so, as Erika had switched from punching to kicking. She had put on her lace up steel pointy booties and was standing in front of her brother, smashing kick after nut-crunching kick into his crotch.
"Right in the sack", the mother smile "Congratulations. That was dead-on..."
"Fuck, you!..... You are ********** me!" the victim screamed, making her daughter and mother roar with laughter.
His balls looked seriously swollen as the steel boot slammed into them again and again, flattening them against his body and making him wail in pain.
Erika looked like an experienced castratrix, keeping her eyes on the balls at all times and hitting her brother's nuts at the perfect angle.
The room was filled with anguished moans and shrill squeals accompanied by laborious grunts and triumphant laughter when Erika had scored a particularly hit.
Everyone know that it would only be a matter of time before one of the two brother's testicles would break.
Erika increased the force of her kicks, lifting her brother off the ground and making him cry out in pain.
“Why the hell do they design boots like that?” shouted the brother.
“those designers are women... The sharp end of it are to hit the nuts dead-on and it feels as a knife into the testicle.” answered her sister. “Do you want me to call an ambulance?" asked her sister
The mother laughed. "Don't be stupid... He could take a bus"
Erika laught at her mother joke and continue kicking her brother’s bruised nuts as she was trying to send him into space.
The crowd went wild with cheers and applause. Some women went into hysterical cheers, a woman in the first front row wave her extremely expensive spike hard gold handbag shouting “Wow”, she grinned. “That was a good one…” “I think he wants one more...make him cry... he is asking for more...”, she chuckled. Her expensive spike flew all over the stage, heading directly to the boy's manhood. "Oh no", the woman whispered. The boy jumped trying to avoid her sister kick. It was the right thing to do - but he put his balls right in the sharp handbag's spikes... The handbag that hit his groin was much worse than her sister's kicks.
The boy yodelled in pain.
"Great" the woman owner of the handbag screamed. "Bull's eye!"
The pain in his crotch was too excruciating. His sister's kicks had been bad - but now the spike handbag had scored a perfect hit. He jumped up and down, howling in pain.
"My nuts!" he whimpered. "You crunched my fucking nuts!"
The woman owner of the bag laught " Let me--- Wait--- Let me just---" She ran towards the stage, where the sisters kick the brothers.
The woman collecting her gold handbag that was left on the wooden roof, smile and looked at the sister "I got both of them, righty and lefty..."
"I saw", the sister said. "Thanks for your help..."
“It's okay” answered the woman of the handbag. "Why don't you just stick a fork into his testicles right away and be done with him?" the woman joked.
"Sure", the sister answered.
The woman opened her handbag "... here is the fork" she said, showing Erika an antique silver plate fork.
"Great", Erika said.
The boy watched in horror as the fork made its way heading directly for into his junk. His nuts did very little to cushion the impact, and the hard silver plate fork swung into his junk in a very elegant way.
The woman owner of the bag had a much better view of the spectacle than the women from the crowd.
"Fuuuuck!" the boy cried trying to reach his nuts (impossible his hands were on his backs) "Fuuuuck! My fucking nuts!" her evil sister sister just stood there watching the fork inside her brother's sack.
"God, you really know how to hurt a brother", the woman whimpered. "If I ever have a son, I will ask your help..."
Erika cleared her throat. “That’s… um… nice…”
"Ok... Good game...", the women quickly walked towards her sit.
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"...hey...Where are you going? ….girl... we have to...We should teach him...a good lesson " Erika began.
"You know, I have an idea," the woman handbag interjected.
Her name was Carolina. She was thirty year old, 1,79 tall, incredibly strong woman.
"I read a news about an angry wive that hitted her husband's nuts after a cheating."
"Oh yeah, what do you have in mind?" Erika asked.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Carolina thought to herself as she prepared to take a run at the boy. The boy was so distracted by trying to take out the fork from his nuts and he didn’t' notice Carolina's frame running toward him until it was too late....sending the top of her boot into the boy's crotch like a ram.
There was a devastating, hallow CRACK as Carolina's boot slammed into the boy's wide open crotch with so much force. Carolina was genuinely alarmed she had her own ripped. The boy was knocked back several feet, landing on his back with a thud.
The boy screamed in a high pitched as he rolled on his back. Soon the two women were standing over the boy, though no one was in a hurry to lend a hand. They were all entirely too delighted at the spectacle of the boy rolling in unspeakable agony on the ground. Tears streamed from his eyes.
"Okay, okay. Let's have a look," Carolina knelt down.
"Oh, this is great!" Carloni said, her eyes bright.
The boy couldn't comprehend what was happening. Why were they treating him like this?
Wasting not more time, Carolina grabbed on of his nuts in each time, squeezing them as hard as she could. They were already beat red from the earlier boot kick,. and were now turning a purplish red as they were compressed flatter.... and flatter.... and flatter..... and flatter..
"….....Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!....."
The watching crowd erupted into macabre laughter at the boy's desperate, confused pleas for mercy. After a few minutes, Carolina's hands turned red from the effort, she released the boy's swelling nuts and let them rest on the floor.
"I couldn't get 'em to break. Whose next?" said Carolina.
Jessica, the co-host, pushed Carlonia out of the way and got on her knees between boy's legs. He watched, half conscious, as the co-host took a ball in each of her hands and squeezed. Jessica's bicep flexed and bulged as she tried to extinguish the boy's sex life.
"Crush it! Crush it!" the crowd chanted with the excitement
"It's my turn," the boy's mother said tapping Jessica on the shoulder.
The mother made a fist, rose it above her head and sent it smashing down onto her son's nuts like a hammer.
Spat! Spat! Spat!Spat! Spat!
Over and over the mother, yelling and sweating with rage, kept pounding her son's organs mercilessly.
"Say bye to your balls, asshole!"
Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat!
"He passed out!" someone shouted.
Spat! Spat! Spat! Spat!
The mother smashed down once more, further pulping her son's nut and stood up, wiping sweat from her curvy body.
"Get him on his knees!" she ordered.
The women positioned her body on the ground , knees spread apart. They had just positioned him when the mother reared back her boot and sent her pointy crashing to her son's sack with a devastating CRUNCH.
"My turn!" Jessica, the co-host, shouted
crunch! Crunch!
The women took turns practicing their kicks on boy's flattened sack. It was likely his testicle were ruined. But they were't satisfied. His nuts werel visibly plump, purplish black, but they wouldn't be satisfied until it was a mushy.
“I guess that tactic isn’t working”, the mother shouted at her daughter. “Do you have anything else?”
The sister slowly walked towards her brother. She spread his legs apart with her boots and looked down at his blue big balls.
The brother let out a miserable groan.
Erika placed her boots on her brother's crotch and shifted her weight, adding pressure and squishing his family jewels underneath the sole of her boot heel.
Brother’s eyes bulged.
She twisted the heel of her boot, causing her brother to let out a blood-curdling scream.
The mother and her daughter thought that that was hilarious. They clapped and cheered, while the boy grinned and shook his head.
“Yeah! Squish his balls!” the mother shouted.
“Turn those nuts into peanut butter!” Jessica, the co-host, chimed in.
Ther brother looked up as his sister heavy weight boots fell from the sky toward his nuts. He screamed and the boot fell mocking the end of his boyhood.
The sister right boot collided with the brother's nuts and didn't even slow down until it hit the wooden floor.
The nuts exploded instantly into chunks. Erika boots were covered with nut meat.
The boy's eyes were locked in pain.
“Look at those balls”, the mother chuckled. “Flat as pancakes…”
Erika and her mother were hugging each other and jumping up and down, while the boy was lying on the ground in pain, unable to move.
“Flat as pancakes”, the mother repeated. “my girl, she deserved to win…”
The audience was clapping and cheering for Erika.
The women in black suit were coming down and cleaned up the mess. One of them, however, was determined to totally ********* him. She headed to the shop vac she had almost tripped over and wheeled it over to the boy.
"Girl, what're you doing?" asked Jessica, the co-host.
"C'mon. Cut it out," shouted the woman in black tight suit.
The tight suit woman guided the hose of the powerful vacuum so that it was resting against the skin of the boy's sack. The hose was now totally drenched in blood.
The woman had flipped on the machine and the boy's balls were pull, getting inside the hose.The chords being stretched to their limit as the machine attempted to literally suck the testicle out of the sack.
"Oh yes!" the woman shouted in a maniacal tone.
To her delight, the connective tissue and chord that had been keeping boy' battered nut attached to his body had been ripped off. The testicle was now just floating free in the rapidly swelling, discolored sack.
"Now we just beat until smooth," the woman shouted
"Yeah, make sure to get all the lumps out," one of her friends joked.
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