THE VICE (Written April 2019)

So I got notified today that Literotica have rejected this story - I guess it's too fucked up for them, which is hilarious given some of the nasty shit that I've read on that site (it seems abduction and rape of women is fine, but completely consensual heavy CBT is not... way to go guys!) and if you do read this story (because it's not going to be for everyone I know) then you'll probably feel the same way I do, that they're making a lot of fuss about very little! Still they obviously have their rules, luckily I have my own blog to publish it anyway! 

So this story has been brewing for a long time and it's something I just needed to write and get off my chest. I am a bit annoyed that not as many people will read it here as they would at Literotica, and I was kinda looking forward to the comments as well... but if that's the way it is then fine.

THE VICE

The first time I kicked a boy in the balls I was six years old… he was ragging on me for having ginger hair and I got so fed up with it that one day I just snapped. He went down like a sack of spuds. I don’t think he could believe how hard I had kicked him and nor could anybody else in the playground. He didn’t give me any trouble after that, and nor did anyone else… in fact he was a whole lot nicer to me.

On my 22^nd birthday, I went out in my local town and that same boy was there. We hadn’t seen each other for quite some time, but he remembered me just as much as I remembered him. We ended up in bed that night, where he drunkenly admitted that he still fantasized about me kicking him in the balls again. I didn’t kick him that night, but I made sure to slam my fist down into his nuts on every down stroke when I was jerking his cock. He seemed to appreciate that, the harder I slammed my fist the louder he groaned… I loved it too.

We started seeing each other regularly and over the coming months his dark side really came out, and in turn he brought out my darker side too. The more he encouraged me to hurt his balls, the more I associated my pleasure with his pain and I would frequently masturbate to orgasm fantasizing about him clutching his balls in agony after I had punched or kicked them.

As time went on he begged me to hurt his balls more and more frequently and I became very skilled at doing it. A few times I had him edge his cock for me and then I pushed him over the edge by bringing my foot up into his balls over and over again until he collapsed in a heap on the floor, groaning and pressing his hand between his legs, cum leaking from his cock as he writhed in pain.

As our relationship progressed, normal sex became less important to us and we both focussed on abusing his balls and, in turn, my orgasms. My climaxes were intense and sometimes I would hold his sack in my hand as I came, squeezing hard and making him moan and groan – which of course just made me cum even harder!

This went on for a long time, we got married when I was 29 and he was 30, never had kids (who knows if he was even able?) and then when we were in our early 40s things took an even darker turn. One night when we were fucking (we still did it sometimes, but it wasn’t the norm at all by then), he was getting close to cumming, powering into me as hard as he could… and he whispered to me that he wanted me to destroy his balls.

That was one of the hardest cums I’d ever had, I clung to him and wrapped my legs around him as he exploded inside me, pushing me over the edge. We lay, exhausted, for some time before I kissed the side of his face and told him I wanted to destroy them too.

Of course we all say things we don’t really mean in the heat of the moment, and for a few weeks we both pretended like it didn’t actually happen. But that didn’t mean I didn’t fantasize about it… When I was alone I would imagine using bricks, or a baseball bat to destroy his nuts… those two gave me some pretty huge orgasms, and of course kicking and stamping was always a good fall back if I couldn’t think of anything new in a hurry.

Then I learned about the Elastrator, oh my God that was so hot. I watched so many videos of guys banding their balls (and cocks) and over the next few months I decided that that was how I was going to do it, assuming Adrian was serious of course…

I watched one video where a really cute girl was sitting in the back of a car banding this guys cock and balls, and then flicking his tight balls with her fingernail while they discussed ball kicking and stomping… they even talked about removing the dead balls and how she’d already castrated one guy. I watched this video over and over until I could repeat every word that they said and she became my total girl crush. I came so many times watching that video, although I never liked the ‘part two’ video (where she cut the bands off) as much.

I showed the video to Adrian, stroking his rock hard cock as he watched for the first time – that was quite an explosion, I can tell you. We even bought an Elastrator, which we tried out a few times, but called a halt after a few minutes each time, even though I really wanted to leave the bands on and watch his balls turn black.

So for a while that’s how I presumed our story would eventually end, it was just a question of when… at least until the day that Adrian confided in me his ultimate fantasy.

One day we were in bed and his fingers were between my legs, getting me so worked up and he said he’d played this online tease game thing, and on one of the pages there was this part where the main character said that she and her friends had got drunk one night and had discussed what should happen to all the men out there with cocks that were too small to be of use. She said one of her friends suggested they should ‘all have their balls crushed in a vice’.

I came like a train crashing into a station…. on fire!

A truly devastating orgasm, which left me utterly spent for several minutes. When I finally recovered I told him I wanted to do it, I wanted to make it real for both of us. He seemed nervous, but also excited and I told him if he was serious he needed to go out and buy me a vice.

A few days later Adrian presented me with a large Record vice, much larger than was really necessary to squash a couple of pathetic balls (typical man!), but it was old and rusty and he said he got it for next to nothing and that he would clean it up before the big day.

Once we had that vice, every time we were in bed I would tell him how I couldn’t wait to watch his balls get squashed between the two metal jaws, the fantasy was clearly strong in his head and every time he came incredibly hard… but not as hard as I did.

Every time my hands slipped between my legs I immediately thought of the vice, and Adrian’s soft, vulnerable balls crushed inside it. I thought how it would feel to turn the handle again and again until I couldn’t turn it anymore, the noises Adrian would make as his balls popped, would he scream in pain or simply crumple like he did the first time I kicked him there? As fucked up as it sounds, it got so that I couldn’t cum thinking about anything else… I desperately wanted to finish him once and for all, with my fingers between my legs, cumming as I completely destroyed my husband’s nuts.

About three weeks later, Adrian told me the vice was cleaned up and placed it on the kitchen table. He had done an amazing job on it, all the rust was gone and he had painted it a gorgeous deep black colour to match the nail varnish that I always wore. Where the vice had been difficult to operate before, now the screw ran smoothly and as I sat there playing with the handle I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I leaned back in my chair and parted my legs, lifted my skirt, then started rubbing my pussy openly through my damp panties, beckoning Adrian down between my open thighs to eat my sodden cunt. Adrian fell to his knees and buried his face between my legs while I gripped the handle, stroking it like a steel cock and wondering how it would feel inside my pussy and my asshole.

I came hard, alternately pushing Adrian away then pulling him back to lick me more… it was incredible. Then Adrian stood up and I could see his cock was rock hard through his jeans. He unbuttoned them and shoved them down to his knees then slid his rock hard prick inside me, fucking me hard and fast until he emptied his doomed balls inside me.

As he started to cum inside me I whispered in his ear, “Enjoy it baby, this could be the last time you ever get to do this to me.’

Adrian roared loudly as he exploded inside me, I don’t think I’d ever been fucked so hard in all my life. As he slid out of me I reached down and grabbed his nuts, squeezing them hard as the cum dripped from his cockhead.

“I want these in that vice, right now.”

Adrian’s cock hardened immediately, even though he’d just cum hard. I smiled and stroked it, his cum acting as lube as I teased his cockhead with my fingers.

“You really want to feel it, don’t you?”

He groaned in confirmation as I stroked him harder.

“Pick it up then…”

Adrian reached over and picked up the vice, it was pretty heavy and he grunted slightly as he lifted it off the table.

“Put it here,” I said letting go of his cock and moving off the chair. 

He placed it on the chair with the handle facing the front, the jaws already open and waiting for his tender sack. I grabbed his nuts again and pulled him over the chair, his legs straddling the seat as I pulled him down and fed his balls between the steel jaws. Crouching down behind him, now it was my turn to groan as I slowly turned the handle, the fingers of my spare hand slopping between my thighs and finding my clit.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as I noticed Adrian’s legs starting to tremble.

His balls were squashed pretty good now, but nowhere near enough to damage them. I turned the handle a little more and then concentrated on rubbing my clit.

“Beg me to do it baby,” I moaned as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm, just needing a little extra to push me over the edge.

“Please…” he started, I didn’t hear the rest of what he said, that was enough to make me buck and collapse to the floor. I lay there for a minute or two, looking up at the vice on the chair… the handle directly upright and pointing straight to his asshole. I picked myself up and rubbed my hand between my legs, gathering a coating of our combined juices which I applied to the smooth metal handle. I pushed the handle up a little higher, sliding it through the central hub until the tip was nestling between his cheeks.

“Push down on it baby, I want to see it in your ass.”

Adrian pressed down and the first inch disappeared inside him, I stood up and pressed myself against his back, reaching around to take hold of his rock hard cock.

“We are going to have so much fun with this vice baby, and one day, maybe when you’re least expecting it, I’m going to turn it all the way… I know you want that, and I want that too, but not until I’m truly bored of hurting your balls.”

Adrian groaned again, louder this time and I stroked him harder, faster.

“See… hurting your balls makes me cum so hard baby, and I’m not ready to give that up just yet. So if you really want me to do this for you, we need to find something else that makes me cum just as hard… maybe I could have just as much fun abusing your tight little ass… what do you think?”

As I spoke I felt Adrian’s cock buck in my hand and I stroked it harder and faster. Part of me wanted to reach down and pull that handle out of his ass and finish him for good, but I resisted the temptation and settled for pumping every last drop of cum out of his poor squashed balls instead.

When he finished cumming I remembered how he had told me about the quick release lever which disengaged the screw, allowing you to move the jaws freely. I pushed on this and Adrian grunted as the pressure was suddenly released, quickly lifting himself upwards to take the strain off his trembling legs, while I mischievously slammed the vice shut again…

All this happened about two years ago… I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I haven’t crushed Adrian’s nuts YET. I enjoy fucking him, he takes huge dildos up his ass now… I never would have believed how much abuse his ass can take, but it hasn’t really replaced the fun I get from punching, slapping, biting and of course kicking his balls. We still regularly crush his balls in the vice, and while it’s so tempting to finish him once and for all (especially when he’s begging me so nicely to do it), so far I have resisted.

One day though, maybe when he least expects it…

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