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The Coffee Shop -1b | Forum

Ms. Julie Retired Goodbye
Ms. Julie Apr 7 '16

Jack was relieved of his apron in time for Gemma and Judie to enter. He was also relieved to be sporting an impressive hard-on after his photo session with Lilly; as mortifying as being naked in from of four girls, one of which he fancied helplessly was, it would have been much worse with a cock shrivelled like a maggot. At least Gemma was seeing him at his proudest, even if the situation he was in wasn’t particularly dignifying. Even the swelling of his balls was a welcome increase in size, he felt.

‘Here’s the bread,’ said Lilly and she readied the camera as Jack tentatively arranged them around his enlarged genitals. Lilly took a picture and it was only when the flash went off that Jack felt the magnitude of the humiliation fully sink in. Between the slices of bread, his erection began to wane and hang out of the sandwich over the top of his big, pink, sagging balls.

‘Better take some more quickly, Lil,’ said Jamie watching his dick shrink, ‘while the sandwich still has some filling.’

This only made matter worse. Lilly snapped away – utilising the zoom feature and taking shots from all angle, all the while, the girls clapped along in a way that felt to Jack to be malicious. Except for Gemma of course: she was genuinely having fun along with him.

When Jack’s dick had disappeared inside the sandwich, leaving his throbbing plums to face the camera alone, Lilly took a final few snaps before announcing she was finished.

‘Cool,’ said Jack, putting on his apron as quickly as possible. ‘So when do I get to see the calendar?’

‘There’s going to be a calendar?’ asked Gemma with delight. Lilly grabbed her arm and led her out of the room hurriedly. Jack’s brow creased as a dark thought began to form in his mind. Had he just been tricked...?

‘You see my calendar pictures,’ said Judie, lifting her top to distract him. ‘Imagine me naked. Two tiny espresso cups over nipples.’ She held two imaginary cups over her perky, bra-clad tits. ‘See? Sexy, yes?’ Jack forgot his suspicions and nodded stupefied. Judie smiled. She knew it didn’t matter the size of the tits, it just matter how much you showed.

She pulled her top back down and said, ‘Now, back on sandwiches – lunch rush will be starting soon.’ With that she left, leaving Jack to watch her bare buttocks depart, unaware of Jamie’s continued presence.

She watched him watch Judie until she could take no more and shoved past him saying, ‘You deserve all you get.’ Jack would have found this statement disturbing if he hadn’t have been too engrossed in her sexily swaying rear to hear it.

12:30 PM

Half an hour pasted and Jack’s balls were beginning to recover; instead of crippling agony, he felt only a constant dull ache in his stomach and groin. He was not yet able to stand up straight, but when Judie called him out of the kitchen, he was able to walk out with relative ease.

Jack was shocked to see Judie back in her jeans, but before he could start a righteously indignant rant, Judie cut him off. ‘I’ve been on lunch’ she explained. She slipped her apron back over her head and again dropped her jeans before tucking them safely into a shopping bag. ‘I get these from sex shop,’ she said producing two shiny orbs from the bag.

‘Love eggs?’ said Gemma in a gasp.

‘Yes. Remote controlled. You put them in pussy.’

‘I know what you do with them,’ said Gemma, raising an eyebrow.

‘No, I mean: you put them in pussy.’

‘Oh,’ she said taken aback.

‘Jack,’ said Judie, turning to him still holding the orbs.

‘I control them?’ he dumbly presumed.

‘You turn them off when Gemma tells you... using this.’ She produced a length of string with a noose at the end. Jack looked at the string then her, dumbfounded. ‘You put love egg in this,’ she explained.

‘What?’ Jack asked.

‘Love eggs,’ she repeated, this time making a cupping gesture below her crotch.

‘She means your balls,’ said Lilly helpfully.

‘You want me to put my nuts in a noose?’

‘I press remote, Gemma moan. Gemma pull string, you moan. You turn off and you both moan no more.’

‘This is going to be so funny,’ Lilly enthused.

‘But my nuts are still so tender.’

‘Boy’s nuts always tender,’ said Judie dismissively. She passed the string to Gemma. ‘You tie him off tight.’ Gemma nodded and bent down to crotch level.

She looked up at him and pleaded, ‘Please, Jack – I’ll be gentle, I promise.’ Jack couldn’t resist her big, blue, begging eyes and breath-taking cleavage.

‘Do I at least get to put the love eggs in for you?’ he asked hopefully.

‘Jack!’ she gasped, offended at the very suggestion.

‘Just joking,’ he said quickly.

‘Well, don’t – it’s rude. Now lift your cock out of the way while I tie this around your bollocks.’

Jack did as he was told and Gemma pulled the noose tight around his sack before tying another knot to make sure the noose wouldn’t garrotte his nuts off, but also to ensure he couldn’t loosen it off and slip out.

When the noose was secure, Judie ran the string underneath him so, with a sharp tug, she could yank his nuts down and backwards. She gave it a few tentative test tugs that had Jack yelping instantly.

‘Okay. Gemma you put in the eggs.’ Gemma accepted the orbs.

‘I’ll be right back,’ she said disappearing into the back room.

‘What?’ cried Jack. ‘I don’t even get to see her put them in.’

‘You can go watch,’ Judie said. ‘But I stay here.’ She wrapped the string firmly around her hand to make sure he understood her.

When Gemma came out she looked uncomfortable. ‘They’re so cold,’ she complained. ‘And they clank together when I walk.’

‘That must be what it feels like to have big, hairless balls,’ said Lilly. She looked to Jack for confirmation. ‘Am I right? Do they get cold and clank together like big tender love eggs?’ Jack said nothing and just looked at the floor uncomfortably.

‘And don’t worry about cold, Gemma.’ said Judie thumbing the controls. ‘They warm up when I turn on,’ Immediately, Gemma bit her lip. In seconds she was quietly groaning and then Judie turned them off with another click. ‘Little too high,’ she said, turning down the vibration. ‘Okay. We ready to open. Gemma on till. When you want Jack to turn eggs off you pull on this cord.’ She tied the string to the counter.

Jack walked warily into the kitchen, watching the string as it trailed after him, lifted off the ground and, as he got to the worktop, went taut. The string had been measured perfectly; it was just long enough to allow him to perform his job, but also just short enough to have him in constant pain as he shifted for utensils and ingredients just beyond his reach. Judie followed him in, purposely twanging the string to make Jack feel uneasy. She ducked underneath it, careful not to bare her ass, and walked to the far wall of the kitchen. There she placed the remote after turning it on.

‘Whoa,’ said Jack. ‘I won’t be able to reach that!’

‘Oh, I think you will... given the right encouragement.’

She gave him a playful wink and left, and this time she ducked under the string with her ass brashly bared for him to see. Jack gasped as her cheeks parted and her luscious, pink lips came into sight for a split second before she stood up and caught the string. Jack appeared to have a rug pulled from under him as the string yanked his nuts backward causing him to lurch forward and then collapse to the floor.

‘Oops,’ said Judie before leaving him writhing.

Outside Gemma’s pussy was beginning to fill with the warm, tingling sensation she had allowed herself to feel only a few times in the past, and because of this, she was already beginning to get flustered.

‘I can’t do this,’ she said to Judie as she entered from the kitchen. ‘I can’t come in front of customers.’

‘You won’t need to,’ Judie said matter-of-factly, ‘Just tug the string when you want Jack to turn them off.’

‘Well, I want them off now.’

‘Now might not be a good time for Jack. Wait until you are closer.’

Gemma nodded subserviently and turned back to her customer. ‘So that’s a cheese and pickle sandwich,’ she confirmed. She ripped off the receipt and passed it to Lilly who opened the service hatch into the kitchen and leaned in.

‘One cheese and pickle sandwich,’ she said smiling down at Jack’s crumpled form. ‘Come one, move it... before Judie starts getting impatient.’ That seemed to do the trick. Jack reached up to the worktop and pulled himself to standing. Lilly couldn’t help but giggle when she saw his fat, red nuts pulled back between his arse cheeks and whilst she waited for the sandwich she didn’t take her eyes off the throbbing pair.

‘Are you all right, dear?’ asked a little old lady, as Gemma, red-faced and covered in a fine sheen of glistening sweat, panted the choices of coffee to her.

‘I’m fine,’ she said, for the first time reaching for the string. ‘I’m just very hot.’ She gave a gentle tug on the string, which coincided with Jack overreaching for a jar of pickles. There came a smash from the kitchen and Gemma let go of the string guiltily. She turned back to the old lady and tried once more to deliver the coffee menu, but her voice was quivering orgasmically and the sweat running down her neck and chest was beginning to pool noticeably in her cleavage.

The old woman frowned. ‘Maybe you should sit down, dear.’

Oh! ... kay,’ Gemma cried, before slowly lowering herself down behind the counter. The old woman, surprised by just how literally her advice had been taken, gave an angered huff and stormed out of the shop.

Judie came to Gemma’s side. ‘Pull string,’ she said insistently.

‘I did, but Jack!’ she cried unexpectedly loud, as a wave of pleasure washed over her, ‘hasn’t turned them off!’

‘Then pull harder.’

Gemma gave the string another, harder, tug and in the kitchen Jack yelped and automatically fell to his knees. Lilly covered her mouth to stifle the laughter so the customers wouldn’t hear. Pulling her knees up into her chest and hugged her shins tightly, Gemma desperately tried to contain herself. Her words came in short, trembling gasps. ‘Why... isn’t... he... turning... them... off?’

‘Maybe he ignore you on purpose.’

‘Why... would he do... that?’

‘Who knows? Boys are like that.’

‘That boy’s not, Gemma insisted, grabbing Judie’s arm tightly.

‘Maybe, but he same as all boys on the end of string.’ For a moment Gemma didn’t understand her meaning, but she quickly got it. Wrapping the string tightly around her hand, gave it a monumental jerk.

Jack hadn’t been aware of the first tug, or rather he had attributed the sudden sharp pain in his nuts to his overreaching for the pickles; the second tug was a clear message, but had been so unexpected it had dropped him to his knees. Now, with Lilly watching with amusement, Jack focused his teary eyes on the remote control and pulled himself up onto his feet. Unfortunately, this was at the same moment that Gemma gave the fateful tug, which yanked his balls further from his body than they had ever been before and sent Jack diving to the floor squealing bloody murder.

Lilly lost control of herself at the sight and burst into a fit of giggles that had the whole coffee shop looking to see what was so funny. She turned away from the hatch, tears streaming down her face and her nipples obnoxiously erect through her T-shirt, because she knew if she watched for any longer she would wet herself. She dropped to her knees and desperately tried to catch her breath through the laughter.

Behind the counter things were getting out of control also; Gemma could hold it no more, with the crotch of her jeans dark with dampness, she cried out with pleasure she desperately wanted to end. Her tugs on the string were coming, as she was, fast and hard, and from the kitchen came ever higher-pitched yelps as Jack was tugged inch by excruciating inch across the linoleum floor by his balls.

With every customer now on their feet and scanning the shop in confusion, Judie realised the dare had gone too far. She rushed into the kitchen to find Jack sprawled out o the floor, his legs spread wide and his purple, swollen nuts stretched several inches from his groin.

‘Useless boy!’ she huffed and stomped down hard on his bloated gonads, causing Jack to arch his back briefly before passing down cold. She stepped over his lifeless body and picked up the remote control; switching it off furiously.

Gemma was lying on the floor still shaking, but silent, when Judie went back out. Lilly had managed to get a hold of herself, but rushed past Judie into the back room. Judie heard the toilet door slam and knew exactly why the young waitress needed some privacy.

Looking around the coffee shop, Judie sighed and announced, ‘Sorry. We are closed.’

9:13 PM

Jack awoke to find himself still sprawled out on the cold kitchen floor. Only now he was fully naked.

He began to climb to his feet when he felt his balls be pulled slightly in different directions. Freezing, so not to cause himself any further pain, he looked down to investigate and found his nuts had been individually trussed up with string and tied off to points at opposite sides of the room.

Sitting up carefully, he could see through the darkness some tiny writing on each nut. He squinted down to read the word ‘freedom’ on his left nugget and ‘dignity’ scrawled across his right. The string running off from his right was tied to a doorstop holding open the door to the kitchen. Beyond, heaped atop the counter, Jack could see his clothes and laid mockingly over the heap was Judie’s little black thong. Jack’s dark-accustomed eyes then followed the string from his left nut to find it tied to another doorstop, this one holding open the shop’s heavy back door. If he moved his nuts either direction more than an inch, the opposite doorstop would be pulled out and the door would slam shut, and at this time of night, with the security system active, that would result in it locking.

He looked around for something to tie the strings off on but he was in the middle of the floor with nothing at all in reach. Even trying to untie the tricky knots caused his thick, clumsy fingers to prod and pinch his inflamed testicles to the point where he had to concede he was truly ensnared.

He was left with two unthinkable decisions: he could skip freely off home, bollock-naked, or he could get dressed and spend the rest of the night locked in a coffee shop with only a pair of thongs for company. Hmm, he thought, maybe that last one isn’t so bad after all. He nodded. That’s what he’d do. Forget freedom, the faint aroma of Judie’s cunt would get him through the night.

Standing as upright as he could manage, he staggered quickly toward the kitchen door. The doorstop under the sturdy back door didn’t come free as easily as Jack had expected and his left nut paid the price; being stretched so far that it seemed to yank his guts down with it.

As he wrenched and clutched his stomach, he noticed a red light begin to flash above the slowly closing back door. The silent alarm! he thought in a panic. If he were caught in the shop, clothed or not, he would be in big trouble.

Forgetting his clothes, and the fact that his right nut was still attached to a doorstop, Jack dived for the closing door.

The other doorstop didn’t budge.

Jack’s arc through the air came to an abrupt and agonising halt as this time his right nut was near torn off, before the doorstop decided it wanted out after all and rocketed after his right nut to stab squarely into it. Jack sang soprano like never before as he dropped to the floor and watched both doors slam to. Physically unable to do anything else, he curled into a tight foetal ball and waited for the police to arrive.

The back door was opened much sooner than he expected. A hand reached in for the light switch and Jack was blinded as the fluorescent strips kicked in.

‘Please,’ he sobbed wretchedly. ‘I can explain everything; just take me to the hospital first.’

‘Jack,’ said a concerned, familiar voice. Gemma rushed forward, her gigantic boobs bouncing freely in her flimsy nightwear. ‘Judie only just told me how they left you. I came as fast as I could.’ She spotted the flashing security alarm and quickly tapping in the code to shut it off. The light blinked out and stayed out.

‘Do you really need the hospital?’ she asked, coming back to him. Unable to answer in words, Jack simply opened his legs wide and invited her to make up her own mind. She winced when she saw the state of his stretched and sorry plums, and for reasons Jack couldn’t even begin to fathom she put her hands over her camel-toed crotch and cupped it in sympathy.

‘They look... angry and swollen and all the veins are bulging, but they’re still the right sort of shape... so that’s good, right?’

Jack responded with a pitiable moan.

How has it come to this, he thought. Lying there spread eagle in front of the sexiest woman he had ever met with his battered and bruised ball-bag stretched out for her inspection; its contents forced to the bottom and bound tightly with string.

‘Come on,’ she said sweetly. ‘My car is right outside. I’ll take you back to my place and we can make sure they still work properly.’ She said that with such innocence, but Jack could only interpret it one way; he perked up immediately, as did his dick.

‘Oh,’ said Gemma, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye. She stood up quickly, blushing. ‘Looks like there’s hope for you yet.’

She quickly averted her gaze. Jack assumed she was embarrassed, but she hissed suddenly, ‘Get up! The security guard’s coming!’

Somehow, probably defying the laws of badly busted balls, Jack managed to launch himself off the floor. It was the first time he had been so vertical in many hours and he was shocked to see his nuts hanging so very low, but he didn’t have time to stare in wonderment – the guard’s torch light was sweeping the shop’s interior. He heard keys jingling prompting him to attempt his first tentative steps after Gemma who was frantically beckoning him over to the open door. His awfully aching nuts swung side to side and bounced painfully off his legs, just above the knee. The pain was dizzying and the swaying of his heavy plums disorientating; he stumbled out of the door, the two doorstops trailing metres behind him, just as the security guard entered the shop and turned on the rest of the lights.

The heavy shop door slammed behind Jack and right in front of him was Gemma’s tiny car. She was already inside with the engine started. ‘Come on!’ she yelled, her jugs jiggling wonderfully as she waved him on. The sight spurred him on. He staggered forward, picking up enough speed to nearly castrate himself when the doorstops he hadn’t remembered to pull out after him caught under the closed, locked door. He gave a sudden, sharp yelp and pitched forward into the concrete.

Inside the shop, the security guard heard the sudden noise and rushed into the kitchen to investigate.

Gemma leapt from the car and bounced over to Jack, who was lying deathly still and silent. She saw his nuts, stretched an inconceivable distance away from his crotch and found it impossible to believe they were still attached. She reached out hesitantly for the closest nut and, with her eyes closed, she gave it a timid squeeze to check for a reaction. Jack gave a reaction. A single, pitiful squeak. Gemma clapped her hands joyfully and suddenly Jack was yanked powerfully backward by his balls. Gemma screamed.

The security guard had spotted the doorstops and mistaken them for part of a cunning attempt to break into the shop, possibly left there by one of the staff so that their criminal friends could sneak in later without raising any alarms. He snatched up the wedges and found they were attached to string. This was interesting. Maybe he was about to foil an ingenious plot. Maybe it would earn him a raise or promotion! He wrapped the string around his thick wrists and heaved once more.

Jack slid backwards so far that his nuts slapped solidly against the door and frame. Gemma tugged her hair in blind panic; one more pull would have his nuts slip under the door and come out the other side in an explosion of bloody spunk and nut-sack. There was only one thing she could think to do – she lunged at Jack’s ball with teeth bared.

Jack woke suddenly to give a full-blooded scream as Gemma went at his gonads with the fury of a lioness, trying to bite off the string encircling his plums.

The first string snapped quickly, but inside the guard was already steadying himself for the final pull. Gemma gnawed desperately at Jack right nut, sucking it into her mouth, trying to get a hold of the string, whilst behind her Jack squealed and sobbed at the torture.

Gemma caught the string between her teeth a fraction of a second late – Jack’s fat bollock was pulled from her mouth and already halfway under the door by the time she chomped clean through and released it. The security guard was propelled backwards, two lengths of string fluttering after him as he crashed into the sturdy oven and knocked himself unconscious.

Gemma pulled her head away from Jack’s half crushed nut and grimaced. It bulged out from under the door like a large welt about to burst. She brought herself to look closer and noticed it was rocking slightly, as if deciding whether to roll out or under the door completely. Gemma gave the thin, stretched skin of his scrotum a gentle tug and the nut popped out from underneath the door.

Unable to look at it in case it was badly damaged, Gemma grabbed Jack underneath the arms and dragged him onto the back seat of her car. She then climbed in the front and sped away.

1:03 AM

Jack woke to the most intense pain he’d ever felt. Hours of agony, accumulated as he slept, leap up from his balls and hammered his brain.

‘Here,’ said Gemma, offering him pills and a glass of water. ‘Take these.’ Jack snatched the pills off her and downed them without the water. ‘Poor baby,’ said Gemma, heartbroken. ‘I hoped you’d feel better after your sleep.’

‘My balls,’ Jack squeaked.

‘Yeah,’ said Gemma, biting her bottom lip. ‘About that.’ Jack’s eyes opened heart-rendingly wide as the possibility of having lost one or both filled his mind.

‘Are they... still there?’

‘Oh, they’re there all right.’ She pulled back the cover over his legs and Jack swore he saw a small, plucked chicken sitting between his thighs. Only it was bordering on purple in colour and attached to him by a length of baggy pink skin.

Jack lost his lunch in the bin beside him.

‘It’s not that bad,’ insisted Gemma. ‘They keep getting bigger, but the right one’s back to its old shape now.’

‘I want to die,’ he groaned.

‘Don’t be silly!’ snapped Gemma, suddenly angry. Jack looked at her apologetically and she softened. ‘You shouldn’t say things like that.’

‘But look at me. Look at my balls. They’ll never work again.’

‘Oh, I’m sure I can get them to work,’ Gemma said with a smile; the kind of smile Jack had longed to see on her since he’d first met her.

Under the dim glow of the lounge’s opal bulb, Gemma leaned over him and pulled down her T-shirt to reveal a large, pink nipple. She put her other hand silently over her mouth in schoolgirl-like shock. Jack craned his neck toward the fabulous teat, but Gemma had put it away by the time he was close.

‘Uh, uh,’ she warned. ‘Wait ‘til you feel up to it and then come up to my room and wake me.’

‘I feel up to it,’ Jack called after her as she headed up the staircase.

‘You’re not up to what I want you to do to me,’ she said winking down at him. ‘Let the painkillers set in and if you can make it up the stairs, I’ll think about letting you test your big balls out on me.’ Her beautiful legs clicked up the stairs and she vanished from sight.

Jack fell back into the sofa and groaned in aroused frustration. He’d test his balls on her all right. He’d empty the gallons of love-goo sloshing around in his big old nuts all over her juicy, fat titties! He just had to wait for the painkillers to kick in then there’d be no stopping him from pounding her ass... His fantasy faltered slightly when he imagined the effect his pounding her ass would have on his freely swinging grapefruit.

He reached for the painkillers and downed another four, before starting on what would no doubt be a long and torturous ascent of the stairs.

He crawled along the floor to the staircase, the sensitive skin of his ball-sack skimming the rough carpet as he went. When he got to the stairs he attempted to crawl up those as well, only to knock his nuts against the first step. He tensed as the fresh wave of pain washed over him. He would have to think of another way to climb the stairs.

Turning onto his back, he reached down and carefully scooped up his massively sagging nuts and laid them softly on his stomach. Holding them gently in place, he then began inching up the stairs on his bare backside, shifting one buttock after the other until he had made it to the top of the stairs. There, he carefully rolled back over and crawled toward the door open invitingly at the end of the corridor. When he got there he squinted into the darkness of the bedroom.

He saw Gemma’s long blonde hair poking out from beneath the bed covers. She was lying on her front and Jack could see she had on a sleeping mask. Jack recalled that woman with especially large tits had to sleep on their front, but he couldn’t remember why. He reasoned that being under the weight of such hefty jugs might cause suffocation and then he imagined himself beneath them and crawled at speed to the bed. He gently pulled back the covers and climbed into the warm bed.

Gemma’s body was a sight to behold; somehow managing to be slim and curvy at the same time. Her legs were already quite spread, as if awaiting his entry, but Jack needed much more space now that his balls were so greatly swollen. Pushing her legs out as wide as they’d go, he found there was still only enough room for his balls so he put his knees either side of her splayed legs and lined himself up for an awkward entry. First though, he took greedy handfuls of her rear and amazed at how perfect it was – definitely on par with Judie and Lilly’s, which he hadn’t expected. Then he leaned in close and inhaled her scent. Again, it was not what he had expected; it seemed almost familiar. She gave a quiet murmur.

‘Gemma,’ whispered Jack, pointing his stiff dick at her open hole, ‘I’m ready.’ And with that he plunged his thick rod into her.

She woke with a gasp and arched her back allowing Jack to quickly slip his hand under her chest and grab some of her fantastic fat tit, but when his fingers closed around her jug he was shocked to find it barely a handful.

‘Gemma?’ he inquired, with fear.

Judie screamed. Her legs snapped shut instinctively in defence against the violation of her cunt and it was Jack’s turn to scream as his nuts were crushed between her powerful thighs. Judie recognised the reaction. She squeezed her legs tighter around the slippery, rubbery objects between her thighs to educe higher- and higher-pitched squeals.

‘Gemma! Help!’ she screamed. The mention of Gemma’s name and the thought of her walking into find him in such a situation caused Jack to panic and wrap his strong hand around Judie’s mouth. As he did, the door burst open and light poured in around a recognisably top-heavy silhouette.


‘It’s not what it looks like, Gemma!’ he insisted; his hand still wrapped tightly around Judie’s mouth. ‘I thought she was—Argh!

Judie crossed her ankles, locking his balls in a vice-like hold. She shook away his hand and, still blind under the sleeping mask, she yelled, ‘Take his balls!’

Jack froze. The pain disappeared as panic overwhelmed him.

‘No! Wait!’ But Gemma surged towards him. He was bucking his hips desperately, trying to free his dick from Judie’s clenched hole, when Gemma’s fist landed on his on the tender rear of his left nut.

‘You bastard!’ she growled as he screamed. Her fists pummelled his nuts relentlessly, but her blows lacked power to cause any real damage. Realising this, she climbed up onto the bed and screamed, ‘Get off her!’

Seeing her shadow loom over him, Jack’s efforts to free his trapped dick doubled to the point where his desperate tugging was actually starting to bring him to orgasm.

Judie sensed the approaching climax and, screaming with fright, she parted her legs and pulled herself off Jack’s pole as Gemma leapt into the air above Jack’s nuts.

Gemma’s tiny feet drove Jack’s globes into the mattress, distorting them like fleshy party balloons and displacing a large amount of cum that only had one place to go...

A high-pressure jet of cum hit Judie across the cunt and ass as she fled the bed. She let out a shrill cry and rushed out of the room, her cum-spattered butt-cheeks pinching tight one after the other as she ran.

Gemma let out a scream as, without Judie’s legs to keep them stationary, Jack’s nuts were able to slip out from under her feet at the last moment and send her back-flipping onto the floor.

Crippled and still oozing spunk, Jack collapsed onto the bed face-first. Somewhere behind him, he heard Gemma curse and stand. She then began searching through drawers and, finding whatever it was she was looking for, she said, ‘Ah-ha!’ Next Jack heard the sound of scissors being worked menacingly.

‘Gemma,’ he appealed, but he was panicking for the wrong reason, Gemma wasn’t about to end his balls with a quick, clean cut. He heard a snip and then felt the all too familiar feeling of his nuts being individually bound. ‘Oh, god,’ he groaned, as he realised a far more dire fate was in store for his nuts. Gemma ignored him.

‘Do you know how scared I was when I saw your nut get pulled under that door?’ she asked, and without waiting for a reply continued, ‘I was terrified you were going to lose it. Now I wish you had. Then you wouldn’t have tried to rape Judie.’

‘I though it was you!’ Jack cried without thinking.

‘You were gonna rape me?’ she yelled in outrage and before Jack could answer she yanked so hard on the string around his plums that he pitched off the bed and onto the floor. He lay on his belly, moaning and twitching sporadically while Gemma went to work binding his ankles and wrists together behind his back.


‘I’m going to make sure you never touch anyone again,’ she promised and then continued to tug him along by the balls until he was at the doorway to the landing.

‘Gemma,’ he sobbed, craning his neck to see her running the string under the door. He summoned up all his energy and, as she began to close the door to, screamed, ‘I love you!

Gemma stopped closing the door instantly, stunned by what she had just heard. ‘You do?’ she asked faintly.

‘He loves your tits,’ said Judie unexpectedly; her naked body still glistening from the shower. With one hand she dabbed at her pussy with a small towel, in the other she held a mobile phone.

‘I called Lilly. Her and sister are on way.’ With that, she pushed past Gemma into the room, picked up a pair of her dirty panties and stuffed them into Jack’s mouth. Jack screamed into the fabric after her.

‘Wait,’ said Gemma, as Judie exited and began to shut the door. Judie studied her suspiciously. ‘I want to be in there when his nuts pop,’ she explained. ‘I want to see his face.’ Judie eyed her closely for a moment longer before nodding finally.

Gemma was about to slip back into the bedroom when the front door burst open and rapid footsteps pounded up the stairs.

Judie quickly wrapped the towel around her slender waist and turned to be greeted breathlessly by Lilly. Jamie joined her side, holding a set of car keys she could find nowhere to stow as she was wearing only a long T-shirt and bunny slippers. Lilly wore even less; just slippers and a thong.

‘So he’s in there?’

Gemma nodded apprehensively.

Her nipples stiff with excitement and the cold night breeze, Lilly pressed on: ‘And this is it? We’re going to end his balls?’

‘We are,’ affirmed Judie, equally unabashed to be standing there half naked.

Lilly clapped her hands excitedly. ‘Can we see?’

Gemma felt awful doing so, but she opened the door wide and allowed them to gawk and giggle at Jack’s pathetic form.

‘All trussed up like a turkey,’ commented Jamie. ‘What’s the plan? How are we going to do this?’

‘Gemma has interesting idea,’ said Judie, waggling the string at them. ‘We pull his fat bollocks under the door – like putting them through mangle.’

‘Ouch,’ cooed Lilly and Jamie as one – Lilly’s nipples, having begun to soften in the warmth, stiffened once more.

‘I’m going inside to watch his face,’ said Gemma. ‘You three stay here and pull the string.’ The others nodded happily – all preferring to perform the castration over seeing his reaction to it.

Gemma shut the door and pressed her back against it as her mind raced. The string around Jack’s nuts began to twitch as the girls took a hold. Gemma rushed to kneel beside Jack. ‘Do you love me?’ she asked.

Jack nodded frantically and screamed, ‘Yes!’ through Judie’s underwear.

‘And did you really thought it was me you were having sex with?’

Again, Jack began to nod, but he was cut short when he was jerked abruptly backward and his nuts slammed into the door. He squealed desperately into the thong for Gemma to help him.

‘It’s okay,’ she said, ‘I’ve done this before, remember, and this time I have these.’ She produced the scissors and Jack instinctively panicked. He shook his head deliriously and screamed his throat raw, but Gemma just patted his head and stepped over her him.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said and there was a snip. Jack froze. ‘Oh, my...’ said Gemma, covering her mouth with a hand. ‘Jack, I think I just cut off one of your...’ Jack began to wretch. ‘Don’t worry,’ she continued, trying to sound upbeat, ‘you’ve still got one—’

His nuts disappeared under the door with a sickening crunch-squelch-pop followed by the sound of heavy, wet globs raining down onto the carpet outside and three girls simultaneously crying, ‘Ew!’ before bursting out into laughter.

Gemma bit her bottom lip and watched as a puddle of nut-butter began to seep under the door. Feeling a sudden pang of guilt, she tossed the scissors under the bed and then began to gingerly roll Jack out of the way of the door – whispering apologies all the while despite his unconsciousness.

With the doorway clear, Gemma sucked in a deep breath and then pulled the door open to enthuse, ‘That was amazing!’ Her friends didn’t hear the lie though – they were too busy rolling around in the remains of Jack’s testicles, laughing hysterically, whilst flicking the stuff over each other’s bodies. Even Judie, who was famously repulsed by cum, was rubbing sticky handfuls of it over Lilly’s fat tits.

Gemma smiled: maybe if Judie could get over her fear of spunk, she could get over Jack. Hell, she was going to give it a try. She pulled her nightie off over her head and, with a genuinely gleeful giggle, she jumped into the fray.