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." ...

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...

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...