Stories about ballbusting, cbt and castration fantasies

Lisa started torturing Marko. She positioned herself between his legs, swung her right foot back, aimed and kicked him into his balls with full force. She felt how the testicles were compressed between her instep and his pelvic bones and became slimmer and slimmer, until they finally slipped away to the side. She lashed out again and kicked with full force. Marko was screaming in his gag the whole time. After that, Lisa sat down between his legs and started to box his balls. Harder and harder. It just felt so good and she enjoyed feeling how his testicles dented and then slipped away. After around 2 minutes boxing his balls full force, she stopped. His balls were already really swollen. "That felt really awesome! We really need to do that more often instead of going to a gym!" she said and looked at Anna "It's your turn." Anna walked purposefully towards his testicles. "I liked the smell and taste of Simon's balls, maybe yours will taste as good." ...

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...