Heather Graystone's car came to a screeching halt outside of the nondescript, modest bungalow - one of a dozen virtually identical little houses that lined the street. Her face was flush with anger and beads of sweat formed almost instantly on her forehead from the balmy evening air as she made her way up the short walk to the house.
When she reached the door she pounded
non stop until a young woman whose black hair was a stark contrast to
Heather's blonde, opened the door in surprise.
"You whore!" Heather shouted
as she barged into the house.
--
Cling!
Heather's nearly over flowing cocktail
glass clanged into Jennifer's as the two ladies started sipping
another cocktail.
"So you're the quote-unquote study
group he can't miss on Tuesday?" Heather laughed.
Jennifer, the dark haired girl who
lived in the bungalow, nodded while sipping her drink.
"Incredible,"
"What a pig!"
Heather had come to Jennifer Parker's
house fully ready to confront the woman her boyfriend Xander was
cheating on her with. What she found instead was an equally
hoodwinked Jennifer who thought herself to be Xander's 'girlfriend.
After it became obvious that they were
both victims of a philandering, horny college jock, the two woman
were laughing at themselves and sharing stories about Xander over
cocktails. They determined any hard feelings would be put to better
use targeted at Xander than each other. Heather and Jennifer were
both juniors at Amajor University, petite young woman with similarly
curvaceous frames and pretty, youthful faces. Blond haired Heather
ran in a more conservative circle than dark haired Jennifer - a much
more outspoken girl - so the two rarely crossed paths. However,
aside from their almost-feud over their shared boyfriend, senior
Xander White, the two had no qualms with each other.
"What a jerk. Playing us like dumb
bitches for months," Jennifer sighed putting down her glass.
Heather nodded in agreement "Well
I'm glad we found out before he could keep stringing us along. Sorry
again I nearly beat your door down."
Jennifer laughed "Oh, girl. I
would have done the same thing. Too bad it wasn't Xander you were
beating on."
The two young ladies chuckled and
clanged their glasses again.
"So, what should we do about it?
I liked your beating him idea,"
Jennifer’s face scrunched as if in
deep concentration. then set her cocktail glass down and left the
room without saying anything. She returned a few moments later
carrying a small wooden black box with strange symbols carved into
the lid. Heather looked down at the box curiously as Heather set it
on the cocktail table.
"What's in there? A gun?"
Heather asked quite seriously.
Jennifer opened the box, which had a
worn leather bound book and several tiny vials inside, "No,
nothing like that."
Jennifer picked up the book and leafed
through the pages, which appeared to be written in Greek. Heather
could make out bits and pieces from what she remembered from freshman
level Greek, but the majority of it was indecipherable. Finally,
Jennifer stopped on a page with a language Heather didn’t'
recognize.
"Are you familiar with voodoo?"
Jennifer asked, her voice taking on a darker tone.
Heather nearly choked on her cocktail
in surprise.
"Yes, I've heard of it. But I'm
not seeing how it relates."
Jennifer gave Heather a knowing smile;
"Well, just wait and see. Xander messed with the wrong girls."
Heather wasn't at all sure what
Jennifer was getting at, but her matter of fact tone in speaking of
Xander's pending retribution brought a smile to her face.
--
Xander White strolled confidently down
the walk to Jennifer's bungalow. He was a large, athletic college
student whose six foot nine muscular frame was topped out with a mess
of shaggy brown hair. A well manicured goatee added years to his
otherwise youthful twenty-five year old face. His bulging pecs and
abs were being hugged by a light blue polo, the short sleeves of
which were straining to hold in his massive biceps. A pair of form
flattering stone washed jeans, a large bulge visible at the crotch,
and a pair of brown leather loafers finished his casual date night
outfit.
"Xander, you're on time for once,"
Jennifer smiled led as Xander leaned in
to give the much shorter young lady a kiss.
"You look smokin' babe!" he
remarked sincerely as she closed the door behind him.
Jennifer was wearing a flattering
one-piece black dress with an open back and slit up the left leg that
went just beyond the knee. Her black hair, which was usually only in
simple curls, had been styled in a sophisticated high bun, the style
of which was vaguely familiar to Xander. Her makeup, which she
seldom wore, was expertly applied and made her look even prettier
than she naturally was, especially the cherry red lipstick that
Xander was imagining would end up on his cock by night's end.
"Oh? This old thing?"
Jennifer said spinning to show off her outfit, "A new friend
helped me pick it out,"
Xander smiled and reached to kiss
Jennifer again but she stepped back.
"Maybe you'd like to meet her?"
Xander rose an eyebrow quizzically,
"Um. Sure, maybe sometime."
"How about now. Heather, can you
come out here?" Jennifer called toward the bedroom.
"Heather...?" Xander's voice
trailed as Heather emerged from the bedroom.
Heather was in a duplicate dress as
Jennifer, only hers was white. Heather's hair was also styled in a
high bun and she was holding a bejeweled white evening clutch in her
hand.
"Actually, Jennifer picked out
these dresses. She's quite stylish," Heather said smiling,
stopping when she was shoulder to shoulder with Jennifer.
Xander, stammering for words, took a
step back. He went to speak but was silenced by a dismissive wave of
Jennifer's hand.
"Save it, ass hole. Did you bring
them, Heather?
Heather smiled and reached into her
clutch, pulling out two rubber balls about the size of billiards, and
handed one to Jennifer. Heather tossed the clutch aside so that she
was only holding the rubber ball then both she and Jennifer stood
looking at Xander, eying his crotch.
"What the Hell?" Xander's
face was beet red and his palms were turning sweaty despite his best
effort to play it cool.
"You do know I dabble in magic,
don't you." Jennifer began.
Xander rolled his eyes derisively and
took a step toward the women.
"You stupid bitch, what the
hell..."
Jennifer spoke over him, chanting
something in a language that sounded like a cross between Latin and
French. It was quite foreign to Heather and Xander but Jennifer was
speaking it quite fluently. The lights in the home dimmed slightly
and in the distance a car alarm could be hear blaring as she finished
her incantation.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
Jennifer said, mocking Xander's irritation.
"You crazy bitch. I thought you
were going to stop that hocus pocus Wican bullshit."
"And who are you to be calling
anyone a crazy bitch," Heather shouted in an
uncharacteristically harsh tone, affronted by Xander's attack on her
new friend.
Without thinking, Heather lifted the
ball she was holding so that it was eye level with Xander and
squeezed as hard as she could.
"Oooh!" Xander screamed, his
voice cracking, as he clutched his crotch and crumbled to his knees.
"What the fuck! Ooooh!"
Xander's grip on his crotch increased as Heather continued to squeeze
the ball in her hand.
As she gradually let go, the sudden,
mysterious pain in his left nut subsided.
Xander, in shock and breathing heavily,
looked at the two woman, tears streaming down his face.
"Aww, we made him cry,"
Jennifer laughed.
"And we only just started. Jenny,
this is amazing," Heather gave the ball in her hand another
squeeze and Xander howled in pain.
"You see, Xander. I guess my
'witch shit' isn't bullshit after all." Jennifer said as Xander
started to rise to his feet.
She placed her rubber ball on the
ground, lifted her foot and stomped the pointed tip of her high heel
into it.
Xander's eyes crossed and he let out a
blood curdling howl as his hands raced to cup his inexplicably
injured nuts. He felt like his right nut had just been stabbed with
a knife. Jennifer lifted her foot and sent the heel crashing into
the ball again.
Xander jumped from surprise and
screamed, falling to the ground in heap.
"What's happening.... OOOH!"
Xander sobbed and thrashed on the floor as Jennfer threw her rubber
ball to the ground, where it landed with a hard thump.
"Looks like he have you have you
by the balls," Jennifer laughed as she picked her rubber ball
back up.
The two young ladies stood over the
stricken jock, not even trying to mask their delight in watching him
flay about, his hands clutching the crotch of his tight jeans. They
gave him several minutes to nurse his throbbing genitals before
Jennifer ordered him to stand up.
"I said stand!" she roared as
Heather looked on smiling. Jennifer squeezed the ball in both of her
hands, compressing it into a rubber oval.
"Ooh fuck!" Xander wailed as
he struggled to get to his feet.
The slower he was, the more Jennifer
squeezed. His eyes were watering and it felt like his right nut was
going to implode. When he was finally standing. his knees were still
slightly bent and he was cupping his crotch. The buff jock winced in
pain and looked at the two women in confusion.
"What's going on?" he
managed to get out through gritted teeth.
"I told you, we have you by the
balls. I have the right one and Heather has the left. Let's show
him."
Both women held their rubber balls just
inches from Xander's face and squeezed, alternating between left and
right. Xander watched in horror as each squeeze corresponded with a
nagging, painful squeeze in his balls. He was speechless by this
impossible event, but the evidence was clear; the two woman were
somehow crushing his testicles without even touching him.
"Please... please sto--- OOOH!"
Xander began sobbing as Heather's heal
smashed onto her rubber ball which she had placed on the ground.
Xander's hands raced to his crotch in a panic. He was sure his left
testicle had been punctured. The nut was throbbing and sore, but
still whole.
"Strip." Jennifer barked.
Xander, who was back on his knees from
the pain of having his left nut virtually stomped, looked up at them
in wide eyed terror.
"I said strip!" Jennifer
cupped her ball and balled a fist, preparing to pound it.
"No! No! Please, I'll do it!"
Xander said getting to his feet.
He was sobbing as he peeled off his
polo, revealing his hairy, rippling upper body. His chest was heaving
and he was giving the girl's pleading expressions as he unbuckled his
belt and slowly began removing his slacks, mindful not to bump his
throbbing testicles as he did so.
Despite their disdain for him, both of
the women couldn't help but admire Xander's truly gorgeous, muscular
body, especially the mounding genitals clearly visible through his
tight white boxers.
"Take 'em off," Jennifer
said pounding the ball in her hanad with her fist.
Xander shrieked "Okay! Okay!"
He removed his underwear and stood in
front of the women totally nude. He was still unable to believe that
something so seemingly impossible was happening, but a quick squeeze
of Heather's wrist, that corresponded with a sharp pain in his left
nut, assured him that it was actually happening. Heather in
particular was enjoying the feeling of dominance she was having over
the hulking jock. Xander had never been violent with either of them,
but if he wanted to he could have easily taken out Heather and
Jennifer. But here he was, a nearly seven foot rugby player being
held captive by two petite coeds.
Xander's huge nuts were throbbing and
beet red, as if they had actually been being squeezed and hit. The
egg sized gonads were tight against Xander's body, his thick penis -
five inches flaccid - drooped lazily to the left.
The two women stood admiring the
handsome stud for several minutes, rolling their voodoo balls in
their hands gently. Xander's face flashed with embarrassment as the
his balls felt the massaging and despite his fear he could feel his
cock starting to stir.
"Please. Please stop." Xander
said pleading as his ten inch cock stuck out like a metal pole from
his body.
"What a hunk," Jennifer said
in true admiration, "Too bad we're gonna have to neuter him."
Xander's eyes grew wide and he took a
step toward them, "No! Nooo!"
The big stud's advance was instantly
stopped as he fell to his knees clutching his crotch. Both the women
were squeezing their respective ball as hard as they could.
"OooH!" Xander's screaming
was a loud, inhuman continuous drone as they relentless squeezed and
kneaded his manhood for ten minutes straight.
Xander could feel his testicles being
crushed and squeezed as if by invisible hands, but was powerless to
stop it. Jennifer took her ball and began squeezing it between her
thumb and fingers, making Xander's actual nut begin to bulge and
compress in the middle. He let out a girlish scream and pleaded with
her to stop.
"Please! You're gonna' pop it...
please!" Xander begged as he writhed on the ground.
Jennifer and Heather let up their grip
and let Xander, who was rolling on the ground like an injured animal,
catch his breath.
"Isn't this fun," Jennifer
asked laughing.
"Yes, very! Why haven't we talked
before?" Heather said smiling, raising her ball in the air.
THUMP!
The two balls collided like as if the
two were making a toast with Xander's balls and the feeling of his
testicles crashing into each other made Xander wail in agony. He
managed to get to his feet and clasped his hands together in front of
his chest, begging.
"Please! I"m sorry! I'm
sorry! Just stop this.. OOOH!"
The girls giggled as they watched
Xander's huge right nut dimpling in the middle as if beign crushed in
a vice. Jennifer kept squeezing and squeezing the ball in her hand,
causing Xander's right nut to deform.
"Oh God!" Xander screeched
as he felt the membranes of his right nut starting to collapse. He
looked down in horror as his oversized ball got flatter and flatter,
as if it were being squeezed by a giant invisible hand. He
instinctively reached for it to comfort it, but could do nothing to
stop the pain. He fell to his knees sobbing as his nut got
flatter... and flatter... and flatter. He could feel it was about to
rupture and was pleading and begging for Jennifer to stop.
"Oh, let me try something,"
Heather said throwing her ball to the ground.
The impact sent shock waves through
Xander's left nut and Heather kicked off her heels. She placed her
small foot on the rubber ball and slowly began lifting her other foot
so that she was balancing on one foot on the ball. Jennifer offered
her an arm for balance and Heather began bouncing mericlessly on the
ball.
Xander blacked out as his right nut got
dangerously flat, resembling a blood red pancake. Heather kept
bouncing, fully expecting the helpless jock's testicle to explode as
it got flatter adn flatter.
"Come on! Crush it!"
Heather kept bouncing on the red ball
before switching it up to simply hopping on it with one foot. They
watched as Xander's ball kept being squeezed and crushed by an
invisible force, dimpling at the middle as the enormous organ was
squashed flatter... and flatter...
Xander's head shot up and he let out a
howl as a resounding SQUICK echoed in his body. He looked down at
this sack to see his right nut had fractured in half.
He cupped his crotch and cried out "OH
GOD! STOP! Please stop!"
Xander was sobbing and nursing his half
ruined sack, much to the girls' delight.
Jennifer walked up to him and knelt
down, now eye to eye with the sobbing young man. She gave him a
quick kiss on the forehead as she ran a hand gently through his
shaggy brown hair.
Xander looked up at her pleadingly. He
had never felt so totally vulnerable in his life and was hopeful his
sincerely apology and begging would spare him any more harm.
"Tell you what. If you jack off
for us, I'll remove the enchantment," Jennifer said reaching for
the ball Heather was holding.
She nodded at Heather who went off into
the kitchen, disappearing for what to Xander seemed like several
minutes. She returned into the living room carrying a large, shiny
metal box. Whatever it was seemed to be more bulky and awkward than
actually heavy, it's relative size made larger against her petite
frame. Jennifer chuckled at the site of it and it took Xander's pain
wracked mind nearly thirty seconds to recognize the mystery object as
a sleek, stainless steel microwave oven.
She set it down on the coffee table and
plugged it in, which was Jennifer's cue to place both of the rubber
balls into the machine.
"Oh God, no! Please! For God's
sake..." Xander screamed as he heard the microwave beep as
Jennifer entered in an inordinately long cooking time into the
control panel.
"Start stroking," Heather
barked.
Xander couldn't take his eyes off the
microwave – more specifically Jennifer's small finger dancing over
the power button – as he spit in his hands and began furiously
pumping his cock. Despite the throbbing, unbearable pain coming from
his crushed testicle, Xander was able to will himself to a full
erection. The two ladies watched, licking their lips as Xander
pumped all ten inches of his veiny thick cock with both hands. The
mushroom head swelled and started dripping precum as he closed his
eyes, trying desperately to think of the hottest visuals he could in
order to blow his load.
"Better hurry," Jennifer said
as she continued to run her finger perilously close to the
microwave's shiny 'ON' button.
Xander tried to ignore her taunts as he
felt his tortured load starting to boil in his nuts.
Heather screamed "He's getting
close! Do it!"
Xander barely registered with Heather
had said and opened his eyes wide just as a rope of jizz erupted from
the head of his cock.
He was still shooting when he cried out
"Noooo!" and attempted to make it to the microwave, but his
knees buckled under his explosive orgasm...
He was spewing a third rope of cum when
Jennifer's hand touched the power button of the microwave. Xander's
eyes crossed and he instantly collapsed as the microwave began
heating the rubber balls. Although the rubber balls themselves
weren't being damaged, the enchantment on his testicles made them
both instantly heat up. Xander sobbed as he felt his testicles
getting hotter and hotter, his entire sexlife literally being boiled
from the inside out. It felt like someone was applying a branding
iron directly to his sack. The rapidly expanding liquids in his
scrotum made his sack puff and grow like a heinous, flesh colored
balloon. Xander let out a howl as his left nut violently exploded in
the sack. His swelling right nut lasted a moment longer before it
too burst with a wet SPLOSH that was audible even over his inhuman
screams.
The jock, who had long since fell on
his back, kicked his legs in the air and screamed "OOOO!"
once more before blacking out.
Jennifer and Heather kept the microwave
going for another minute and watched as his nearly flattened sack
rose and bubbled in random spots as the nearly liquified contents
continued to cook.
Jennifer turned off the microwave and
the two made their way over to the fallen stud. Xander's legs were
spread wide, totally exposing his junk. His deflated cock was still
leaking bloody semen and Heather reached out to examine his scrotum.
She smiled as she felt the mushy remains of his destroyed testicles.
Xander's once huge, solid testicles had literally melted into gook
apart, turned to shredded gore in the mushy, lumpy sack.
"There's still some lumps left,"
Heather called to Jennifer.
Jennifer reached into the microwave and
tossed a ball to Heather. They both smiled at each other as they
placed the balls on the ground and proceeded to stomp on them,
enjoying the wet SPLOSHING sounds coming from Xander's crotch as they
watched his scrotum get flatter and flatter until it was nothing but
a totally flattened mass on the ground. The two women felt their
crotches getting wet as they mangled and crushed the hapless jock's
sex life into a gooey, liquified mess.
When they were satisfied Xander would
never be able to father a child, they stopped stomping and Jennifer
said an incantation in the same strange dialect as before. The
lights dimmed again and the rubber balls presumably became ordinary
rubber balls again, no longer attached to Xander's now totally mushed
nuts.
"Guess that'll teach him to ever
try that again," Heather said smiling as she looked down the
passed out Xander's pancake-flat sack.
“Oh, we aren't quite done,”
Jennifer smiled as she disappeared into the bedroom.
Jennifer came out of the bedroom
carrying a dildo that was a near perfect replica of Xander's massive
cock. Heather beamed as Jennifer again chanted in her mysterious
dialect, causing the lights to again dim briefly.
Jennifer smiled as the handed the now
enchanted rubber cock to Heather, who quickly grasped it in both
hands and began twisting and stretching it. To her delight, they
watched as Xander's actual cock began twisting and pulling in
unnatural directions. She smiled at Jennifer as she tossed the
rubber cock to the ground.
She rose her foot over it and stomped
over and over. Huge bruises and welts started to appear all over
Xander's once beautiful cock as it was brutally flattened. Soft,
squishing SPLATS echoed from Xander's cock as his jock meat was
pounded by the angry coed.
“Oh! I have an idea!” Jennifer
suggested, motioning for Heather to stop her ruthless stomping.
By then, Xander's cock had split in
several places like an over stuffed sausage breaking out of its
casing, and it was obvious it would never again be able to inflate to
its ten inch glory.
“Let's see what happens when we put
it in the blender,” Jennifer said licking her lips and smiling.
Heather wasted no time picking up the
dildo and following Jennifer into the kitchen. They tossed it in and
carried the blender back into the living room, plugging it in next to
the microwave.
“Okay, here we go! Five.. four...
three...”
Jennifer counted down slowly, her hand
hovering over the blender's power button and both of their eyes locked
on Xander's about-to-be mutilated cock.
“...two... one!”
“Do it!”
Jennifer depressed the button, her
panties now soaked, and smiled cruelly as Xander's abused, but still
huge, flaccid dick instantly exploded into a shower of meaty chunks.
