Stories about ballbusting, cbt and castration fantasies

When Clementine was again looking for new things to try out with Max and his balls in the web, she came across many pictures of reeaally low hanging balls. At first she thought that as this would be probably permanent, this would be to extreme to try out. But pictures of balls nearly hanging next to the knees keeps popping up during her search and with each picture, her lust increased. She surrendered and focused her search on how to stretch the balls and all the implications. She read a lot of reports from people having done various things to stretch their balls and read into the matter more and more. She was dripping wet and started fingering herself midway. "I think he might like the idea" she thought to herself. --- The last weeks have been very busy for both of them as the final exams were approaching. The haven't had much sex and concentrated on learning, but two times they both needed a pause and the kissing and cuddling resulted in fast but releasing sex. Afterwar

Lisa pulled the next piece of paper out of the cap. " Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! It's ... Simon". Anna grinned "Then I can enjoy my revenge next!". But before that Jamina was allowed to start the torture of Simon. She went over to his bed and sat down between his legs. She put her knee on his testicles and slowly bent forward, squeezing his testicles harder and harder. The more she bent forward, the more his balls hurt him. When her breasts were getting closer and closer to his mouth, Simon saw his chance to bite: he spat out the gag and bit into Jamina's left breast. She screamed in pain, jerking back and almost crushing his testicles to pulp. "Ouch! Are you crazy? You'll pay for this!" She now bent her mouth over his balls and then took his left testicle into her mouth. First she played a little with it, before she slowly started chewing on it harder and harder. Simon screamed at every bite and so Anna and Lisa had to quickly gag h

It was 8 pm on a saturday evening and I was in a nearly empty train to get home. On the opposite seats across the small gangway sit a beautiful and young girl, texting on her smartphone. One row behind me sits a creepy guy, who is always staring to the girl. I was reading a good book on my kindle and since the chapter ended, I wanted something to drink and looked up to search for the bottle of water. I drank and looked outside. It was getting dark outside. I looked over to the girl who was still staring on her smartphone. But wait... what is that? On the first look, I did not realize, but in the window beside the girl I could see the guy behind me. He was ... undressing? I dont know, but for a few seconds I saw him without trousers. I looked away, embarrassed that he may have seen me through the mirroring window. I tried not to think about it and not to look there again, but my curiosity won. There he sat, one hand between his legs and stroking his penis while staring over

This story is the first part of a three-part story I wrote with the age of 22 and commited to the Eunuch Archive. I hope you will enjoy it! The other two parts will then follow in the next few months. The whole story is about three teenage girls getting back on their three rapists, one after another. ------ "Today's party time, so let's rock and roll!" Simon said to his two friends who just came around to pick him up. They got some alcohol from an older friend, as they were only 17 years old, and started to drink on their way to the party. They set themselves the goal that everyone was going to spend the night with a girl. "With at least one! I'll do it with three at once!" Alex said. "Dream on! You already had enough alcohol I think"  Marko commented and all three laughed. "Today's our chance to get back at them!" Anna said to her two friends on their way to the party. About half a year ago, all three of them got drugged 

Max was laying spread eagled on the bed, his arms and legs bound to the bedposts. Clem was on top of him riding his dick while continuously slapping his balls behind her back with a wooden spoon. Sometimes, when she hit only one ball and with a bit more power, Max was lifting his hips and therefore pushed his cock deeper in her cunt. Clem enjoyed the power she had over him. Not only was she coming close to her fourth orgasm this evening, but she had also managed that Max did not have any orgasm in the last week. This was the fourth day in row that they were practicing it this way and both loved it, albeit Clementine enjoyed it maybe a bit more. While riding his cock and hitting his balls, his balls were jumping around from the movement of his and her movement. Two evenings ago it happend, that she came down onto one of his balls and crushed it really hard between his and her pelvic bones. He was screaming in agony, but Clem just continued riding and hitting him. His balls were ve

Max's birthday was coming up and Clementine thought about something special for him. Something, that he would love and bring them closer together. Maybe some special gift in bed? The problem for Clem was to find something special, that they did not have tried in bed in the last weeks While Clem, at first, was a bit embarressed about Max's passion for ballbusting and cock & ball torture, she started loving it after their first try. After that, they had tried various things like squeezing, biting, punching, boxing and kicking. Clem loved the power she had over him and Max was, despite the pain, in heaven, as she fulfilled his sexual dreams and desires. At the beginning, Clem had searched the internet to understand this kink and watched videos and read stories to get some inspiration. But she never tried something more extreme. As she really loved Max and maybe wanted to have children someday, she wanted to preserve his fertility. A few weeks ago she squeezed his balls qui

This is another translated version of an old story of mine. I wrote it back in 2006 with the age of 16 years. I hope the translation is fine, just as for the other translations I used some translation tools and corrected some parts manually. --- I was on my way home from school and I was very tired. During the bus ride I therefore hardly noticed what was happening around me. When I had to get out, I was asleep and wouldn't have gotten out if my sister hadn't woken me up. When we were home I went to my room, started the computer and chatted and played some games. In the evening I went to bed earlier than usual. My sister just came into my room when I was changing my clothes and had a clear view of my genitals. She apologized with a smile on her face and went back out of the room to the door to tell me that our parents are going to visit our grandparents tomorrow. She asked me if I would like to come along with them or stay at home. I wanted to stay home, as otherwise I ha

It was a Thursday a few weeks later, when Clementine and Max were hanging around after school at Max's. As his parents were home, they could not have sex, but that was no problem to them. They played some games on his Nintendo and had a wonderful evening. After dinner, Clem had to go back home, but as Max's car was broken and in garage, he could not drive her home. So she had to walk the 20 minutes across the city. She kissed Max goodbye, took her purse and started her way back home. After like 10 minutes, she crossed a street where there was a big party going on. A few guys were standing outside, smoking and drinking and when they saw Clem, they gave her some wolf whistle and one bawled, she should come over and help him to remove the itching in his groin. She ignored them and continued her way home. But after she turned around the next corner, she recognized that two guys were following her. She looked around and found a dark spot behind some trash cans where she could

The following story is a translated version of an imaginary story I wrote when I was 15 years old. Even to me now, this story seems to be quite extreme, especially when you think about that I was only 15 when I had all those ideas! --- It was like every other day after school. I met the girls from my street outside like we often do. We were forming some sort of gang together. But something on that day was different..... I met them, as usual, in our hangout. It was a medium-sized room in which all seven fitted in well. The 6 girls were all waiting for me. Me, the only boy, was 15 years old, the girls were 15,14,13,13,11 and 11 years old. So, as normal, we were hanging out together and told each other what had happened so far during the day.  Christina, the 15-year-old girl, was talking to me. She was my secret love, I had a crush on her, but she didn't know that. After a few minutes I realized that somehow I was standing in the middle and everybody was looking at me. Sudde