I first read this story so long ago, that I probably shouldn’t say how old I was! I don’t remember where I first found it but I thought it was great fun to read. Now that I have a blog that lots of ballbois come to I thought, what better way to let you fellas have read.
I’m not sure who BandyMandy is (the Author), but she (or he) must have written it many moons ago and I hope they don’t mind me posting it. It’s got some great descriptions and ideas, and though I have my own book of true stories, reading this makes me think I ought to try my hand at fiction!
The Torturer’s Apprentice by BandyMandy
The torturer and her assistant entered the soundproof chamber and locked the door behind them. The stone-walled room was semicircular with a concrete floor, and bright fluorescent lights were positioned over the five cross frames. On each, a naked prisoner was firmly bound with leather straps, and the frames were tilted at a 45-degree angle, positioning their genitals at hand height. Each was fitted with a large ball gag.
“My name is Wanda, and this is my assistant, Haley” the torturer announced. Five terrified pairs of eyes watched her as she walked slowly around, inspecting their tightly spread out young bodies and vulnerable sex organs. “My job is to soften you all up by indescribable pain and agony so that our inquisitors can extract from you the information we want.” Wanda continued. “I am regarded as an expert in genital torture, and my treatment will be mainly centred on your testicles. My assistant is learning my trade, and I shall be instructing her with the various procedures I employ. She will now inject each of you with a special cocktail of drugs. This will give you the biggest hard-on of your life irrespective of the agonies you will endure, and also will prevent you from fainting from the pain.”
As Haley dispensed the drugs into the prisoners’ thighs, Wanda continued to eye up the prisoners. Only she knew which man out of the five was an intelligence officer in the enemy’s land forces. The other four knew nothing of any significance but were there to be treated to such terrifying mutilations, that the officer would tell everything he knew in order to prevent getting similar treatment. A crafty trick, but it always worked. The other four were also chosen because of the size of their balls. Wanda had an arrangement with a doctor in the prisoners processing room. After each man had showered, he was inspector by the doctor, who selected young slim smooth-skinned men with the biggest testicles, ready for Wanda’s treatment. It was just the way she liked them.
“Oh, and there’s just one more thing,” Wanda said, looking around at the men, “Both I and Haley are sadists. We thoroughly enjoy our work. In fact, seeing a man in the throws of ball torture can give us enormous orgasms, so the longer you hold out, the better we like it. Wanda turned to Haley and said quietly “Leave number four to me, he’s special”. This was the officer.
Lying on the first cross was a young man of around 20. He was slim and tall, and because his arms were pulled out above his head on the frame, his concave stomach was tight and his ribs showed under his smooth skin. Wanda looked at his genitals. The doctor has chosen well. His long slim penis was rigid with the effects of the drug, and lay up his stomach, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, and two enormous balls were pulling the hairless scrotum down several inches below his legs. The humidity and heat in the chamber always provided the loosest of sacs.
Wanda walked between his legs and lifted his heavy balls in her hand. She was always surprised by the amazing differences in the size of men’s testicles. Most were average, some were pretty tiny, and a very few were huge, like these. Being a devotee of ballbusting, Wanda had read many stories on the internet. Balls were often described as being the size of lemons, or even grapefruit. In real life, she thought, they don’t come much bigger than this – around the size of large hens’ eggs. Mind you, she could get them to swell to grapefruit size after a good beating.
“Haley, have a look at this”, Wanda said. She separated one ball and squeezed it down to the bottom of his scrotum. The gossamer skin was tight and shiny, and every detail of his testis showed through. “A testicle has a sort of fibrous outer surface which has millions of nerve endings which register two different types of pain. The first is pressure or simple squeezing, and the other is impact. The art of prolonging the torture is to prevent rupture or broken blood vessels which will cause the scrotum to fill with liquid.” She turned the ball sideways so that the plump flatter surface was uppermost in her cupped hand. “Now most of the cords and pipes attaching this to his body are on the top edge and away from the area, we will attack. By putting my thumb on the side of his ball, I can press down and cause indescribably agony without any lasting damage”. She pushed her thumb hard down into the cupped ball. His body tautened in his bonds, and his stomach rose up corded with muscles. From his throat behind the ball gag a high screeching sound emanated. She continued to add pressure, and his ball noticeably distorted, bulging out around her thumb, and flattening in the centre.
“What’re the chances of it bursting?” asked Haley.
“Minimal if you’re careful. Men’s testicles are amazingly tough. Whilst it’s a design fault to have such tender organs on the outside of the body, it is tremendously handy for torturing sadists like us. We will be busting some balls a little later in this session. Now, you grab his other ball and squeeze it as hard as you can – I doubt if you will be able to burst it”.
Wanda let go of his scrotum and Haley pulled the other ball into her fist and squeezed as hard she could. The tendons on her forearm corded out under the tension, and the prisoner’s squealing began to pulse in time with his breathing, his chest heaving with great gasps of air. Sweat was pouring off him, and dripping onto the floor. Wanda looked around the room. The other four were watching with saucer eyes, also sweating in anticipation.
“I’ll tell you what, Wanda,” Haley said with a cute smile, “my fanny is pretty wet!”
“So is mine” Wanda grinned, “great, isn’t it? Now, before we move onto the next man, I must show you one of my special toys.”Wanda opened her sports bag and pulled out a chromium-plated device. “Now this isn’t an ordinary ball vice that just squeezes testicles in increasing stages,” said Wanda, showing it to her student sadist. “They will just cause the ball to eventually rupture by flattening it until the edges split. This has two curved cups made from thin bars of strong vanadium steel. But see the bars interlink and can be screwed together so that each end of the cups move inwards as the sides come together. This means that the testicle is compressed equally in all directions and prevents it from distorting and splitting. Thus, we can create enormous pain for much longer, because once a ball bursts, it’s pretty useless for further torture.”
Haley let the first man’s scrotum drop onto his thigh, and his body relaxed slightly as his tortured balls were given some respite.
The next man was slightly older than the first, with dirty blond hair and a pale skinned body. A few wispy blond pubic hairs were above his thick penis, which lay hard and heavy over his substantial testes. “Got to get this out of the way,” said Wanda, delving into her bag once more. “You can either use duct tape or super glue – I prefer super glue”. With that, she uncapped the bottle, and ran a thin line of glue along the top of his shaft, leaving the head of his penis free of glue. Taking the warm plump spongy glans in her hand, she pulled his cock up his belly and pushed it firmly down onto his smooth skin. She held it for a moment, whilst the glue set. When she lifted her hand, his cock was firmly stuck to his tummy, the head of his penis some three inches above his navel. The taught skin of his cock had lifted his huge balls up at an even more vulnerable angle.
“Well done, Doc”, thought Wanda, appreciating the sight of his large ovals of firm meaty testicles.
Opening the ball vice, she carefully inserted his left testicle and manoeuvred it around to ensure the blood vessels would not be trapped by the mechanism, causing the ball to die prematurely. She pulled the two cups together, inserted the Allen key and began to wind the halves closer. The man looked down over his body and watched in increasing terror. Soon, the pressure built to a point where his breathing became laboured, and his eyes began to run with tears. He made very little noise as she continued to turn the key, but his body began to rise from the frame until he was straining at the leather belts. Gradually, the firm wall of his testicle began to increase the pressure within the organ, and the fleshy walls started to ooze between the bars of the vice. From his throat, a desperate gurgling was mixed with his frantic breathing.
“Watch the end of his cock,” said Wanda to Haley. Another turn on the key produced a small globule of semen. Wanda made two further turns, the walls of his ball were compressing the inside material to a third of its normal size. Suddenly, a large very thick squirt of semen was released, almost the consistency of toothpaste.
“Christ, that’s the thickest cum I’ve ever seen” exclaimed Haley, dipping in her finger, and tasting it.
“Squeezed right from the ball, my dear, without being diluted with emissions from the prostate” replied Wanda. “It will taste smooth and creamy without the bitterness of ordinary ejaculate. This ball is about to go, watch”.
Haley couldn’t believe how small the huge testicle had become in the ball vice. Although a good deal of meat was being squeezed through the bars, it looked half the size of the right ball laying heavily to one side. Wanda tightened the Allen key again. The man rose even higher in his agony, his throat behind the gag groaning deeply. Then there was an audible crunching noise from the ball vice as the contents of the gland was squeezed forcibly into the cords, the walls of his testicle collapsed and the pulverized meat squeezed out through the bars into his scrotum. The man grunted, his breath exploding from his nose, and despite the drugs, he lost consciousness. “Shit” panted Haley, “I’ve just come”.
“I’m not far off” replied Wanda, “let’s try number three”.
This man was next to the officer, and Wanda wanted this to really effect his decision when asked to disclose his secrets. Although his balls were not quite as large as the previous victims, they were in a voluminous ball bag and hung tantalizingly low. Wanda lifted his sac, pulled both testicles down into the bottom of the bag, and squeezed the loose skin of his scrotum in her fist. The balls gave an impression of a miniature bottom in their shiny tight bag. Wanda balled her other fist and smashed it into his testicles. The crack of skin on skin made the other men watch fearfully. Then she hit again and again – twenty times in all. The man had not made a sound, but his face had gone purple, and he appeared to be holding his breath. Suddenly, he vomited around his ball gag, and it splashed down on his chest.
“That’s loosened them up a bit,” said Wanda, “now let’s see how long we can stretch them before they tear out of his body. Wrenching the cords of a man’s balls is another way or increasing the agony of his already aching nuts. She took a leather parachute harness from her bag, fitted it over his swelling balls, and connected a thin white rope to the harness. Above the cross frame were a rail with various pulleys, chains and ropes. She connected the thin rope to a pulley and went to the wall, where a crank handle was attached to the other end. After taking up the slack, she turned the ratchet handle several clicks. The skin of his scrotum began to stretch upwards, and his body rose slightly to compensate. However, his binding prevented further movement, and as she clicked further, his skin continued to stretch until it was as tight as a guitar string. The man was screaming behind his gag, water pouring from his eyes.
“We’ll leave them to stretch out nicely, whilst I change my wet knickers,” Wanda said. “Then I’ll show you how to insert my special needles. Turning to the prisoners she said “back shortly, don’t go away”. The two girls left the chamber, and as they closed the door, the piteous groaning of their first three victims was cut off.
Wanda and Haley returned to the torture chamber 45 minutes later. The heat had increased, and both wore tight leather bikini tops and loose diaphanous skirts. Both had decided to abandon knickers to provide full access to each other’s bodies as their passions became aroused during their torturing.
Wanda’s lean leggy body, bronzed by the sun, looked magnificent – her firm high breasts thrust upward by her bikini bra, her nipples erect under the soft leather. Haley’s long blond hair was damp with exertion, her slim body shiny with perspiration, and her cleavage glistened under the bright lights. During their break, both girls had spent most of the time writhing passionately together on the bed in Wanda’s workshop, bringing each other to multiple orgasms.
“Right,” said Wanda, “two more to get started on, but first, let’s check on the others”. They both moved towards the first prisoner whose testicles had swollen to twice their normal size since their earlier brutal squeezing. Although he had stopped groaning, sweat was still dripping from his body, and his terrified eyes followed them as they moved between his legs. Wanda lifted his balls and squeezed them down to the bottom of his scrotum. The other prisoners watched in dreaded anticipation.
“This is what I call my ‘twister'” said Wanda with a grin, “a lovely way to neuter a man. Five turns should do it.” Pulling his testicles away from his body, she turned them 180 degrees. Holding them in position with her left hand, her right hand twisted them another half turn. At three turns, his scrotal skin above his balls began to resemble a pink rope. His stomach had lifted and he began to squeak behind his gag. At three and a half turns, his eyes were tight shut, and his body began to shake. At four turns, he became rigid and silent in his incredible agony. The prisoner now realized that his manhood would not survive this onslaught. “Now it gets difficult,” said Wanda, trying to avoid letting his balls unwind. “You have to use all your strength to get them to five turns.”. She now used both hands to wrench his testicles around. Swollen from their previous treatment, they looked enormous under the tight shiny skin of his sac. As Wanda applied even more pressure, the skin just below his cock, now reduced to the thickness of a pencil, tore open exposing the twisted cords and veins. This made it easier for Wanda to continue her twisting, and she made two more complete turns, and as Haley looked on in awe, she saw the cords tighten down to almost nothing before rending apart with an audible snap. In Wanda’s hand laid the man’s testicles, and she placed them on his chest. His eyes opened, focused on his balls, then uptilted showing the whites, and he passed into unconsciousness.
“Jesus,” said Haley, “I’ve just come again.”
“And me,” said Wanda.
Taking some stainless steel instruments from her bag, Wanda applied surgical clamps to the blood vessels between his legs and stanched the main bleeding. “He’ll keep until we finished with the others,” said Wanda, moving on to the second prisoner. The second prisoner’s scrotum was swollen and shiny. Blood and bodily fluids surrounded his crushed ball. As they approached the man was frantically shaking his head in a silent plea. “As I said earlier, Haley”, instructed Wanda, “once you’ve burst a ball, it makes the bag swell and the intact one is difficult to torture. To overcome this, you hold the complete scrotum in both hands like this and squeeze together as though you are praying. The fluids in the bag will slowly travel back up into his body. Now, you remember I said it is difficult to bust a ball by squeezing alone. Let me show you how you can do it.
The man’s scrotum had deflated after Wanda’s prayer squeeze, and his intact testicle showed plump and rounded through the mush of his crushed nut. Wanda interlinked her fingers to form a large cup, pushed his remaining testicle down onto her fingers, and placed her two thumbs together with her thumbnails adjacent and pointing into the middle of the organ.
“All you do is push your thumbnails down hard into the middle of his ball meat and you will feel the wall begin to distort. Keep pushing downwards as hard as you can, and when you feel your nails penetrate and rupture the wall, pull your thumbs apart to rip open the flesh. Your nails should be blunt otherwise there is a danger of tearing the ball bag.”. The prisoner began to make a strangled gurgling noise, and semen tinged with blood began to seep from the eye of his cock. Haley watched Wanda’s thumbs sink deeply into the bulging testicle, and then she saw her pull her thumbs slowly apart. Both heard a wet tearing sound as the fibrous wall of the gland tore open and the compressed contents squelched into the sac. Her thumbs now sank almost completely through the ball as she wrenched it into two halves. Haley was amazed that the scrotal skin had not torn.
Wanda took a metal clamp from her bag and fastened it tightly to the top of his scrotum. “That’ll stop him from internal bleeding until we have finished here,” she said, as she turned to the third man. This man’s torment had not diminished at all during the girls’ break, as the tension on his scrotum had remained almost constant. He was moaning gently and dripping with perspiration. “Now Haley, do you see how his ball bag has stretched?” Wanda flicked the taught skin with her fingers. “The skin around a man’s balls is amazingly strong and elastic when you consider how thin it is. Whilst we’ve been playing with the others, his balls have been pulled another six inches from his body. Feel the pipes inside the neck – tight as bowstrings”.
Haley used her fingers to flatten out the taught skin, allowing the various veins and cords to show through. “I’m amazed how many pipes and stuff there is connecting a man’s nuts,” said Haley, twanging the cords like a harpist. Wanda went to the ratchet handle and clicked it four times. The prisoner’s moaning turned to a long screech as the tension increased and the skin of his scrotum thinned under the pressure. Below the parachute ball harness, his huge bright red testicles were straining the scrotal skin to its limit.
“We should be able to get them stretched to over a foot before we’re finished” Wanda grinned at Haley. “Let’s get stuck into the last two”. Wanda, of course, knew that this next man was the captured enemy intelligence officer. The whole of the preceding torture session was for his benefit – to scare the man witless that he would be mutilated and emasculated like the others. Wanda had strict orders that the torture session would leave no marks, swellings or permanent damage that could be detected by an enemy doctor. After they had extracted all the information from him, the Mind Control Department would program his brain so that he could return to his unit, telling them that he had hidden to prevent capture. The enemy would check his health and look for any signs that he had been in the hands of the opposition. Once he was cleared, his spying activities could commence. Her job now was to give the most agonizing pain and terror without leaving a mark. Following his torture, he would be left to recover for a day, before being taken to the intelligence block. Such would be his dread of ever returning for another session, that he would almost certainly reveal all the information they wanted without resorting to further pain. Haley was too inexperienced at this stage to be let into these secret strategies, so Wanda needed to be a little inventive.
“To further your education in the art of torture,” Wanda announced to Haley, “I need to show you genital electro-torture. To me, this is the most boring type of activity, because, as you know, I’m a hands-on touchy-feely girl. Zapping a guys balls with electricity means you can’t touch him during the process. And you know me, there is nothing in the world like lifting and feeling a man’s heavy warm testicles, gently rolling the tender orbs around his sac, then squeezing, pulling twisting and punching. Seeing a healthy strong male soldier who has been trained into a killing machine, lying spread-eagled in front of you, and brought to a squealing terrified shadow of a man who will grovel and do absolutely anything if only you’d let go of his balls. That’s what gets me off, not sitting behind a black box twiddling knobs.
She walked over to the corner of the chamber and wheeled back a metal trolley. On the top were several boxes, connectors and wires, together with clamps, probes and catheters. She began to assemble various connectors, laying them out over the prisoner’s legs as she untangled the cables. “In their wisdom,” Wanda continued, “our masters sometimes insist that after a session on certain prisoners, there should be absolutely no evidence that he has been tortured. You will learn later on in your training why there is sometimes the need for this requirement. For the time being, I will demonstrate on this fellow and show you how enormous agony can be applied without leaving a trace. Even a slight ball squeezing can cause them to swell, so we have to be very careful.” Wanda opened a small plastic box. Inside there were rows of very thin needles in various lengths lying in slots.
“Fine needles have been used for years in ball torture,” said Wanda, looking into the prisoner’s increasingly widening eyes. “You can push them right through a testicle, and they cause a considerable amount of pain, but the beauty is that if the needles are thin enough, the balls heal up in a day or two, and no evidence is left. However, the pain is rather limited, as the needle only penetrates one or two nerve endings at a time, so to provide a decent amount of agony, you need to insert fifty or so to each ball. This is time-consuming, especially as you have to pull them all out again fairly quickly, as the pain wears off. But these particular needles are my own invention and they are now being used around the world. I developed these in my workshop last winter for use with electro-torture.” She picked one out of the box. It was around 3 inches long with sliver points at each end, and two grey bands along its length, with a small silver section in the middle. Wanda held it up to Haley’s eyes.”See those grey areas? That is insulation. Only the ends and the middle can conduct electricity. Now the trouble with conventional electro-torture is that the application of electricity to the skin leaves tiny burn marks that can take ages to fade. Crude devises such as cattle prods can actually damage the scrotal skin permanently. Now with these needles, we can apply the electricity right in the middle of the testicle – its absolutely foolproof, because no doctor inspecting a returned soldier is going to split his ball open to check for burns!”
Wanda lifted the prisoner’s scrotum, squeezed down the testicles tightly, and placed the needle against the oval end of his left ball. Using some surgical pliers, she pushed the needle into the heart of the organ. There was an explosion of air from the prisoner’s lungs and then a muted scream behind the ball gag. She continued to push until the needle emerged from the other end of his testicle, and she manoeuvred it so that insulated part of the shaft showed at both ends. “Fuck me, I’ve just come again,” said Haley. “That was awesome to see it travel right through and out the other side.”
“You do the other one,” instructed Wanda, handing her a needle and the pliers. “You need to push fairly hard to break through the walls of his ball”. The man’s stomach had arched up and remained corded with tension as Haley inserted the needle into his right testicle. Again he screamed as the needle penetrated the sensitive organ, but within a few seconds, his stomach relaxed and he dropped back onto the frame. “See how quickly the pain wears off?” said Wanda. “That’s why in the old days they had to insert so many. Now, because we cannot leave any marks, we need to ensure that his balls will be as tender as possible without any swelling. When are a man’s balls at their most tender, Haley?”
“I suppose after he has just cum” replied Haley.
“Absolutely right, sweetheart” grinned Wanda, “and boy, is this baby going to cum”. She now started to connect the cables. A small steel probe was carefully pushed up his anus so that the tip lay alongside his prostate gland. Duct tape was used to hold the cable in position. She then lifted his rigid penis, still turgid and straining from the drugs administered earlier. Pulling his foreskin down hard, she fitted a thin insulated ring with a small gold pad, just below his corona so that the contact rested on the most sensitive area of his glans. Next, she fitted miniature gold crocodile clips to the end of each needle through his testicles. Lastly, she placed a metal strap over one of his big toes. Then she took a sheet of bubble wrap and placed it under his genitals and around the sides against his thighs. She then placed a smaller piece under his penis, where it lay on his tummy.
“What are those for?” asked Haley.
“This insulates his balls from his thighs,” said Wanda, pointing between his legs, “and the bit below his cock stops it shorting out on his belly. We want the electricity to travel from the centre of his balls, up through his connecting cords to the base of his cock, and then down the length of his shaft to his cock head. The one up his backside is to empty his balls of cum, and that makes a circuit with his toe. We don’t want him screaming with ball agony when we drain them dry, otherwise, he will not be able to cum properly.”
She fitted the other ends of the cables into sockets on the rear of the controller on the trolley and plugged in the main cord to the wall socket. “There’s been a lot of research done on this milking technique” stated Wanda. “I just follow the instructions because all the controls are in a computer chip in this box. Basically, it stimulates his sexual organs and simulates the electrical impulses that happen when a man has an orgasm. So there’s no rubbing or friction, the signals are transmitted straight into the prostate gland and the nervous system takes over and switches on a full orgasm. The only thing is, it doesn’t stop after a few seconds, as in real life. It just keeps relentlessly telling the body to continue to ejaculate. After five minutes of this, there will not be a drop of cum left in the guy, and his balls will be incredibly sensitive, just ready for our electrical games. Right, watch this.”
The prisoner had been lifting his head a fraction so that he could watch the preparations. All the other prisoners watched in dreaded fascination as Wanda stood by the trolley. Even the guy with his balls on his chest had recovered enough to turn his head and watch. Wanda switched on the milking program. There was a click, and a slight hum and the prisoner’s face relaxed a little as the electronics induced a pleasurable feeling in his genitals. Wanda lifted his rigid cock and pointed it at the ceiling. It pulsed in her hand with his rapidly increasingly heartbeat. Both girls watched the eye of his cock, as his stomach began to tension, and his toes began to curl. A crystal clear drop of lubricating fluid appeared on the top of his glans. Wanda felt the thick penis swell in her hand, as the glans turned from red to purple and the corona of his cockhead protruded magnificently over the shaft. Then he came. The first thick jets of cum shot into the air and fell back over Wanda’s arm and hand. He came with such ferocity, it was actually audible. Both girls looked in amazement as his semen left his cock with such force they could hear each long rope of cum squirt from his pumping flesh, followed by a wet splat as it fell onto his chest. Wanda looked at the man’s face. At the beginning of his orgasm, his face was relaxed and even had a hint of a smile. Now it was starting to look increasingly pained. The first fifteen ejaculatory pulses had been the most erotic and intense feelings that the man had ever experienced. The electricity still flowed, and his body continued to strain and pump, the squirts were reducing now, only lifting an inch or two above his cockhead. Now it began to hurt. His breathing became laboured, and he began to moan as the stimulation continued. Wanda still held his penis upright, and both girls watched as the ejaculate slowed and became more watery. However, it hadn’t stopped yet. Now his fluids were just pumping gently out of his slit and running over Wanda’s hand into his pubic hair. His head started to shake from side to side, and behind his gag, Haley thought he was screaming to turn it off.
“Another minute to go,” said Wanda. “It turns off automatically. Then we will clean him up, and start the serious zapping of his tenderized nuts”. Haley scooped up some of the prisoner’s cum from his chest and licked her fingers. “Why not lick it all up?” said Wanda, pulling a face.
“Oh, I love the stuff, but only straight from a man’s dick. I don’t like it when it gets cold” she said to Wanda, grinning impishly. The man was beginning to squeal as the machine finished it’s five- minute cycle. His cock, still as rigid as ever, finally ceased to leak further fluids, but the meatus continued to pulse with a simulated orgasm, and the eye of his cock gaped widely with each empty pumping motion. Then the device clicked off.
“The towels are in the corner, Haley,” said Wanda, pointing. “Chuck me one, and use one to wipe the man down. I want him nice and dry for the electrics,” she said, wiping the thick ropes of semen from her arms and hands. “But first, let’s have a swift cup of coffee and an orgasm, and we can continue here in five minutes”. She turned to the handle on the wall and clicked the ratchet three more clicks. The ball stretched man gurgled deeply behind his gag as his testicles were now the furthest from his body than they had ever been in his life. Stretching out almost 14 inches, the skin of his scrotum could take no more. Over his taut balls, below the harness, the gossamer skin of his sac parted, and below that, the inside membrane peeled open, exposing his massive testicles. The skin began to slide back until it met the friction of the leather parachute harness. Nevertheless, it slowly withdrew under the leather until it reached the top of the harness, and then sprang back like a rubber band, slapping into the base of his cock. All his multiplicity of cords and tubes were now exposed and relieved of their protection of the scrotal skin, now stretched out even further with the tension of the elastic rope. Both girls watched with fascination, as the cords became impossibly thin. Then one broke, snapping back in each direction, then another, and another, speeding up as all the tension was transferred to the remaining cords. Finally, with an audible snap, the final cord separated, and the rope flicked his heavy balls out of their harness and into the air before they dropped back with a meaty thud onto the concrete floor. Wanda retrieved them and placed them on his chest, then clamped off the blood vessels still dangling from his body.
“Wow!” said Haley, obviously impressed.
Wanda then turned to the fifth prisoner who so far had remained untouched. “I’m sorry sweetie, have we been ignoring you?” she smiled. “I know, here’s something to be getting on with whilst we take a quick break”. She picked up a syringe from the bottom shelf of the trolley, lifted it to eye level and squirted a little red liquid from the needle. She then lifted the man’s scrotum and stuck the needle into his ball bag, and squeezed in a tablespoonful of the liquid in the syringe. She then took hold of his scrotum and squished his testicles about ensuring an even coating of the injected fluid covered the entire contents. The man’s eyes opened widely, in disbelief and outrage. Then his chest rose as he took an enormous intake of breath before it exploded from his nose with a stifled bloodcurdling scream that penetrated his ball gag.
As the girls left the chamber, the prisoner’s screeching was cut off as the heavy door clanged shut. “What was in that syringe?” asked Haley.
“Tabasco,” said Wanda. The girls returned to the torture chamber dressed in white lab coats. When Haley had questioned this, Wanda winked at her and said that they may have visitors a little later. Their slim nubile bodies rubbed against the thin material, whilst their full breasts strained the top buttons, each exposing a hint of sweaty cleavage. “Right”, said Wanda, “let’s get number four switched on”.
She disconnected the milking electrodes from his anus and big toe and checked that the needles through his testicles were in the correct position for the electro-torture. “Haley, will you please remove his ball gag?” asked Wanda. Haley began to undo the straps around his head.
“Won’t he scream the place down?” she asked.
“He’ll be too busy just trying to breathe!” Wanda replied. “Now, I’m going to start the ten-minute torture sequence, and then I’ll explain what’s happening”. She threw some switches, turned a knob, and instantly the man’s breathing stopped, his body arched so that only the back of his head and his heels were touching the cross frame. He made absolutely no sound for ten seconds, but his whole torso shimmered as the electricity coursed through his most vulnerable organs. The machine then switched off, his body collapsed back onto the frame, and he resumed his breathing in great panting gasps, like a man surfacing from the sea.
“Christ!” exclaimed Haley, “that looks as though it hurts”.
“Evidently it hurts more than anything we can physically do to him” explained Wanda. “When we squeeze, pull, twist and smash his balls, we are making the nerve endings in his groin send messages to his brain that they are under attack, and the brain then turns on the excruciating pain”. The machine switched on again, his body arched as before and his breath was held, this time, for twenty seconds. “Whilst this is boring for us sadists to administer,” Wanda continued, “what actually happens is this. The machine sends out various pulses between ten seconds and 45 seconds at predetermined levels between 350 and 750 volts. The current runs into the insulated needles and is released right in the centre of each testicle. As it radiates in every direction to the outer walls of his balls, it hits every possible nerve ending at once, with the highest level pain factor you can imagine. It then passes up his sensitive cords, into the base of his cock and up the shaft to the frenum. All these areas are absolutely laden with nerve endings, so the pain is unimaginably excruciating, so much so, that it prevents the victim from breathing. Therefore, the program in the chip spaces out the pulses to allow him to breathe, and gradually increases the voltage as the body begins to adjust to the pain”.
Whilst she had been relating these details, the machine had continued to zap the prisoner with measured doses. Between two pulses, relieved of his ballgag so that he could breathe, the man gasped “Christ, no more please, I’ll do anything, it’s killing me …ack…”. Up came his body as the current crashed back in.
“So,” Wanda concluded, “basically, this is the ultimate pain maker. It can be used by torturers that don’t get turned on like we do, and it leaves no marks or damage. However, it can cause madness in the prisoners. Years ago, they used those old telephones which you wound the handle on the side, to torture prisoners genitals in several jails. Sometimes they gave them what was called ‘long-distance’ calls, and quite a few victims went permanently mad. So, this is set at ten minutes and is scientifically programmed to prevent blowing the man’s mind”. Haley appeared to have lost interest in Wanda’s explanations and had been furtively looking at the fifth man. He was a slim blond youth in his late teens, with an almost effeminate face and hairless body, but blessed with enormous genitalia that any fully-grown man would envy. Haley thought he was ‘sweet and cute’, and as her face softened with her thoughts, Wanda saw her expression, and looked at her quizzically. “Why are you ogling Mr Spicy Meatballs, Haley?” she asked, referring to his Tabasco’d balls that were still burning from the chilli sauce.
“Well,” Haley replied, rather guiltily, “I’m assuming that we are going to emasculate him like the others, and, well, he’s only a kid and really rather gorgeous, and it seems such a waste to ruin such a massive cock and a pair of balls before he’s had time to get much use out of them. They appear so pink and unused”.
Wanda looked at her crossly. “Look Haley,” she snapped, “that guy was one of several soldiers who went into one of our villages, killed the boys and old men, raped the women, and did unspeakable things to the children in front of their parents. They did things that even animals wouldn’t do to their own kind. They then got drunk from looted liquor, collapsed, and our boys were able to capture the lot of them. You’ve got a lot to learn, Haley, but nobody who enters this chamber is an innocent little boy. I take my job seriously. That’s why I patch my victims up after a session to prevent them from dying in here, and I ship them off to the hospital wing to get them stitched up. I am a torturer, not an assassin. I don’t murder these prisoners like they murdered our people. After treatment to heal their wounds, I want them back in the prisoner-of-war camps. The other prisoners see their ruined manhoods and learn about the agonising tortures we perform. This keeps them compliant and well- behaved to avoid getting similar treatment. It also leaks out to enemy forces and they know what to expect if they are caught committing savage acts. If my activities here prevent just one atrocity to our people, my job is fully justified.”
“Er, fine,” said Haley, somewhat taken aback by the tirade of justification. “But can I ask a favour?”Her sweet elfin face melted Wanda’s hard resolve.
“Try me”, she said.
“Well,” said Haley, “whilst you’re finishing off Mr Electroballs, could I connect up the milking wires and give Spicy Meat Balls here his last orgasm of all time? You know I’m partial to man cream, and I feel in the need of a protein drink.”
“You’re a bloody cum junky!” Wanda retorted. “Yes, go on, you know how to connect it up”. Haley smiled her thanks. She inserted the metal probe into his backside, fitted the connector to his big toe and indicated to Wanda to switch on. The machine hummed and Haley lifted his long thick penis and took the fat flared cock-head into her warm mouth. Using long slow strokes, she began to slide her mouth up and down his turgid penis. Wanda was impressed with how much of his long cock Haley could take into her delicate little mouth and throat, and judging by the look on the prisoner’s face, so was he. With Haley’s ministrations and the effects of the milking machine, it took no time at all to induce an orgasm into a youth in his prime of sexual life. His stomach tautened, his testicles moved up tightly under his cock, and his toes curled. His whole body strained and the semen raced through his long penis, as Haley’s mouth moved deeply down on his shaft. With several inches of rigid man-flesh deep in her mouth, Haley was taken by surprise with the enormous first ejaculation of cum that burst into her throat. With her eyes like saucers with amazement, two copious jets of semen squirted from her nostrils onto the mat of blond hair at the base of his spasming cock. She moved quickly up his shaft and clamped her lips tightly around the ridge of his corona as his body continued to pump huge ropes of thick sperm into her mouth. She held her lips there for a full minute, swallowing frequently, before releasing his still pulsing organ. It flopped back onto his tummy, jetting small dollops of almost colourless ejaculate, as the milking machine drained him dry.
“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Haley, licking her lips and wiping her cum-drenched nose, “that was a first! Chili flavoured cum! That Tabasco marinade worked a treat!”
“Right, disconnect him,” said Wanda, grinning at her. “I’m finished here for the time being”. She looked menacingly at the officer who was still panting from his ordeal, as she removed the various wires. Then she picked up the pliers and pulled out the needles embedded in his testicles. He jumped at the sudden pain but said nothing. Still looking him in the eyes, she said: “We’ll come back to you in a minute, my friend.”
She moved over to the last prisoner who was still breathing heavily from the most explosive orgasm of his life. “Haley, you’ve given him a taste of heaven, now I want you to give him total hell and destroy those empty balls”. She released the catch on the cross frame and swung it up so that the victim was in an upright position. His huge balls hung heavily between his widespread thighs. She took hold of the hot fleshy cock-head, still sticky from his ejaculation, and stretched it up over his tummy to expose his testicles and bring them forward. “Use your knee, Haley”, she instructed, “and as hard as you possibly can”. Haley pulled up her lab coat to bare her leg, and with a force unexpected in one so feminine and delicate, she delivered a frightening slam into his testicles. The impact of flesh against flesh made a hearty crack, as her bony knee crashed into his sensitive organs. He made a deep-throated gurgle, his youthful face a mask of total agony. Haley’s knee came up again, and again, smashing into his dangling balls every few seconds. After twenty hits, Wanda stopped her and took his testicles into her hand. She felt the rapidly swelling nuts and found them to be still intact. “These balls are tough bastards,” said Wanda. “Take off your shoe and kick him”.
Wanda pulled his penis hard up again, as Haley swung her long shapely leg and smashed the top of her foot hard into his swinging testicles. His head was beginning to loll on his chest, but he was still conscious, as Haley continued to kick him. After ten more kicks, Wanda stopped her and again felt his balls. “Ah,” she said, “you’ve smashed his left nut, here – feel”. Haley took his sac into her hands and felt the huge swelling of his right ball, and behind it, small hard fragments of the remains of the testicular wall of the other. Within the thin pliancy of his scrotum, she could feel the strange spaghetti-like contents of the burst testicle, and she squished it about and panted, as another orgasm racked her body. Then she took his remaining gland in her hand, and remembering how Wanda had cracked one of the other prisoner’s nuts, she pushed it down into her interlinked fingers, placed her thumbnails together on the side of his testicle and bore down with all her strength. The previous treatment of his testicle has swollen and softened the fibrous shell, and her thumbs broke through like bursting a peach. She then pried the softened shell apart and squeezed out the contents of his ruined nut to join the mush of his other ball. The prisoner’s head was rolling from side to side in his agony, spittle pouring from around the ball gag, and his body soaked in sweat. Amazingly, his long thick penis was still rigid and pulsing with his heartbeat, and pointing upwards several inches past his navel, due to his drug-induced erection.
Wanda walked around to the back of the frame, put her hand between his legs, reached up and grasped the end of his turgid shaft. With a swift yank, she wrenched his cock down between his legs and right up behind his arse. There was a soft sound of tearing tissue as the erectile meatus of his cock was torn asunder at this sudden vicious bending of the rigid shaft. As she let go, his cock swung back to its original position, but with a distinct bend near the base. Blood was already pouring from the internal fissure, and Wanda took a steel clamp from her bag, pushed it over his broken penis and tightened it at the base until she had stopped the blood flow. “Oooh,” said Haley, “I’ve just come again”.
Wanda returned to the officer on the adjacent frame, and addressed him. “Now you, my friend,” she began, “have had the worst deal of the lot today. I needed to show Haley here how to torture a man without leaving marks or damage, and you got elected. This means that you have already suffered more pain than any of the others yet you are still a whole man. And nobody leaves my torture chamber with their wedding tackle intact. So I am going to ask my student here to choose the method of your emasculation”. Turning to Haley, she said, “Now you’ve seen my techniques in torture on the others here today, and I would like you to choose the method of this man’s sexual destruction”.
The officer started to plead with her. “No more, please, I’ll do anything…”
Haley interrupted. “I fancy using your special ball crusher on one of his testicles, and then I’d like to employ your ‘twister’ and remove his complete scrotum. And then perhaps, I could bust his cock?”
“No, pleeease …” the prisoner began, but he was interrupted by a sharp rap on the chamber door. Wanda winked at Haley, and walked over and opened the door. Two smart soldiers stood there, and the first spoke.
“Sergeant Baker from the special interrogation unit, ma’am. I believe you have a Lieutenant Martin here?”. Wanda made a show of looking at her papers on the desk, and then said, “That’s him over there,” and pointed at the officer. “But we haven’t finished with him yet”.
“We think he has some information we need,” said the Sergeant, “and I wish to remove him immediately. If he fails to tell us all we want to know, you can have him back to finish him off.”
“Help yourself,” said Wanda, and the two soldiers started to undo the restraints on the Lieutenant. Within a couple of minutes, dressed in a lab coat, he was led away.
“Be seeing you,” said Haley brightly.
As the door closed behind the soldiers, Wanda said to Haley, “You’ll not see him again. After his experiences in here, he will tell them absolutely everything. They will then brainwash him and send him back to the enemy as a spy. That was a good day’s work, Haley, well done. Now we’ll get the hospital boys over here to collect these eunuchs, and then we can go for a shower and a few beers. Then I’ll show you some of the special torturing equipment I’ve got in my workshop, and I’ll introduce you to Terry, who’s a masochist, and has the biggest balls you’ve ever seen in your life. I try things out on him, and he loves it, but I’m careful not to bust them. Over the last two years, my experimental tortures on his testicles have caused them to grow to enormous proportions, and they can take huge amounts of punishment. He also ejaculates more cum from his monster nuts than even spicy meatballs here, so you will never go thirsty!”.
Haley’s eye’s widened in anticipation. “Sod the beers,” she grinned, “lead me to him!”. She was beginning to enjoy her job as the Torturer’s Apprentice.
The End.
Thanks again Stacy, a wondeful read! I know it is a story but it relates perfectly to some of the facts I have read about female officers interogating male prisoners thorugh the ages and often aiming their methods of torture at the penis and testicles, destroying and removing them.
Oh muyy! So now I know of your inspiration as a young girl !
How totally humorous and interesting. I wonder how many times you came reading it. That makes me so totally horny,
Great story! Did you imagine yourself reading this years ago, being the female torturer, running electric current through the males testicle-penis in an endless punishment cycle, that drives them nearly mad, insane enough to literally do anything? Like eating your pussy for hours, even if his tongue is numb? Do you prefer the hours of electric shocks or the hand crushing of the testicles? Maybe burning the penis with a heated wire until the nerve endings are burned away.
Definitely, when I was young it made me want to be a government ball torturer! lol
It would be brilliant if you could write some stories about your school days. Did you ever deliberately give a boy a raging erection and then kick him right in the dick? I knew a girl called Rachel who used to do that. Getting kicked in the boner is probably worse than the balls.
You are an absolute genius at destroying men’s balls. Pain is the game for the giver and receiver, and if the balls are torn off, that is the true magic of it all. If balls could grow back, I would want you to destroy and rip my balls off, time after time.
I have two friends who tied my legs apart, and took turns shooting my cock and balls with paint guns. I also had my ass raised, and they would shoot at my ass hole, and after a few hits, the paint had lubed me well enough they managed to shoot some balls up my ass. Both are good marksmen, and they hit me with 100 paint balls before they were done. When they shot fully automatic, I thought my balls had been completely shot off. I wish you could have seen my balls. They were swollen so much my scrotum stretched tight, and every shot hurt more than the one before.
Do you have the other 2 parts stored somewhere?
Found one part!
It had not been a good week for Haley, the Torturer’s Apprentice. She had made two major errors, and Wanda, her torturer instructor, had been furious with her.
Firstly, she had been watching Wanda apply the genital electro-torture that had been designed to leave no marks on the victim. With insulated needles thrust through his testicles, and a further electrode on his sensitive cock-head, the computerized machine was sending pulses of electricity right into the heart of each ball. These ranged between 10 and 45 seconds, and the body of the prisoner rose up sharply each time from the cross frame, straining against the leather bindings, so that the only parts touching the frame were the back of his head and his heels. Such was the excruciating pain of this treatment that the victim was unable to breathe whilst the electricity flowed into every nerve ending in his genitalia. Varying gaps were left between each pulse to allow the prisoner to regain his breath.
Several minutes had elapsed of the ten-minute session, when Haley noticed a thick glistening stream of pre-cum oozing copiously from the eye of his cock. His organ was rigid from the effects of drugs administered to achieve a massive erection and to prevent him fainting from the pain. Wanda had explained that a man’s genitals could not tell the difference between pain and pleasure and produced pre-cum for either. Wanda was adjusting the controls of the electronic torture box, and looked away from the victim momentarily. Haley’s mouth watered as she saw the salty crystal clear fluid fall in thin strings onto his hairless stomach and without further thought, lifted his long thick penis vertically and closed her warm mouth over the fat flared ridge of his cock-head. Her hand tightened at the base of his shaft, and she pulled it up his length, squeezing the pre-cum in his urethra into her mouth.
Then the electricity switched on again.
Just over 750 volts of electricity flowed upwards from his testicles, to the base of his penis. Some of it flowed into Haley’s hand, up her arm to her mouth, and into the electrode in contact with his frenum. This caused the muscles in Haley’s jaw to violently close her mouth, and her sharp little teeth sank into his shaft just below the flange, neatly nipping of his cock-head.
“Aaaagh!” screamed Haley, as she straightened up, and the head of his cock flew out of her mouth, and hit the astonished Wanda on her left breast.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Wanda shouted, delving into her bag for a penile clamp. Retrieving one quickly, she placed it over his mutilated stump and pushed it down to the base, tightening it firmly to staunch the blood flow. “There will be hell to pay for this. He is supposed to be unmarked after this session. I think our masters will probably notice that some silly bitch has bitten off the end of his cock.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Haley, tears welling in her eyes, and blood dripping from her lips. “I just didn’t think ….” And she ran, weeping, to the door, and left the chamber.
The second incident was also caused by Haley forgetting what she was doing. Besides being a sadist, Haley admitted to being a cum-junky. She just loved what she called ‘man cream’ and swore blind that drinking semen had caused her breasts to grow from 32B to 34E. Not only were they huge, but they were sufficiently firm to thrust her large nipples at an angle towards the ceiling, without support from a bra.
When they had time, Wanda was quite happy to indulge Haley’s desire for cock sucking and semen drinking, and allowed her to use the electronic milking machine that was employed to empty their victims testicles before electro-torture, so making them really tender and sensitive. Sometimes Haley would arrive early, as soon as the prisoners had been delivered, washed, and then bound onto the cross frames. She would then move round each of the men, connecting them to the device via an electrode in their rear, lying against the prostate, and a contact round their big toe. The machine would then simulate a male orgasm with the nerve endings in the prostate, causing the body to ejaculate continuously. The first minute would provide an orgasm of total magnificence that exceeded anything that the man had previously experienced. After that, it began to hurt, as eventually, no more fluids could be extracted, but the body continued to cause the pumping muscles and contractions of the urethra that occur during orgasm. After five minutes, the machine switched off automatically.
Haley would normally only have her mouth over each man’s cock for the first minute, as generally, most of the thick semen will have been ejaculated by then. Two things helped to make her private perversion even more enjoyable. Firstly, Wanda had an arrangement with the prisoner processing centre to spot young slim men with huge testicles, and send her a steady stream for her treatments. Secondly, most of the prisoners had been kept in overcrowded war jail camps teeming with men. With no women or privacy, even in the latrines, these selected smooth young men in the prime of their sexual lives, arrived with testicles brimming with unspent sperm. Sometimes it had been weeks since they last ejaculated, and Haley was in her seventh heaven armed with the milking machine. Before Wanda arrived for each session, Haley would ensure that every testicle in the torture chamber was drained dry. She was sure that her slim body, huge breasts and perfect skin were the direct result of drinking pints of man cream every week, her main source of protein, amino acids and sodium.
On the morning on the next near disaster, Wanda had telephoned Haley and said she would be an hour late. She said there would only be three prisoners for the session, she could milk them if she liked, and then “warm them up”, but under no circumstances was Haley to draw blood. She’d see Haley at ten o’clock.
When Haley arrived at the chamber, the three men were already stripped, washed and bound firmly to the cross frames. Each was titled to a 45 degree angle, with the legs wide open and the arms outstretched. Haley looked at the flaccid penises and hanging testicles. ‘Wow’ she thought, these three are prize specimens!’ She then injected their thighs with the drug cocktail to erect their penises, prevent fainting and to avoid them going into shock.
She was about to fit the first two with ball gags, when she turned to the third and was struck by this man’s beauty. His face was almost angelic, with a pert almost feminine nose and full lips, framed by hair that was too long for a soldier. She looked down his smooth slim body, and watched his amazingly long cock fill rapidly with blood, his young heart reacting to the erectile drugs she had administered a few minutes earlier. It continued to lengthen and the glans began to swell tremendously, the flange of his cock head flaring out over the shaft. Whilst it was no thicker than an average cock, it was the unbelievable length that caused her to gasp. Cocks only come this long in fictional stories on the internet, she said to herself, but here she was looking at this fleshy shaft that lay pulsing gently over his six-pack, the longest penis she had ever seen in her life.
Standing by his chest, she had not spotted his huge testicles hanging several inches below his thighs. As she walked down to his legs, her breath caught in her throat when she saw the size of his balls. ‘This is silly’ she thought to herself, ‘balls don’t come this size – Christ they look like lemons in that sac’. She lifted his scrotum and it felt heavier than a kilo bag of sugar.
Haley moved back to his head and looked into his pleading aquamarine eyes, with eyelashes that any girl would die for.
“How old are you?” she asked him.
“18”
“How long is your cock?” Haley said, glancing at his turgid organ.
“Pardon?”, he looked quizzically.
“I said, how long is your cock?” she repeated.
“Er, 13 inches on a good day,” he replied.
“How come at 18 you have the biggest set of genitalia I have ever seen, and I’ve seen hundreds?” she enquired.
“I only have to give you my name and service number,” he replied tartly.
Haley took his enormous right testicle in her hand, turned it round so that it lay heavily inside her fist, and then she squeezed the huge gland as hard as she could. His body tightened and his stomach corded as the pain moved up into his spine, rising rapidly towards his head. His breath hissed through his teeth, but he made no further sounds.
‘Hmm,’ thought Haley, ‘his pain threshold is high.’
She was surprised at the hardness of the testicle. The fibrous wall of this lemon sized ball felt strangely rigid. Cupping his ball in her hand, she placed the thumb of the other hand squarely in the middle and pushed viciously down. Whilst her hands were delicate and tiny, she possessed amazing strength for her build. This time, there was a slight deformation of the testicular wall. Any other man’s ball would be grossly distorted with the pressure she was applying.
This time, he screeched loudly, and began panting rapidly. “Ok, ok,” he said, “I’ll tell you”.
“Fine,” said Haley, letting go of his testicles. She watched as they swung pendulously. “I’m not asking for your enemy battle plans, buster. I merely asking why you have the sort of huge genitalia usually described by authors with fertile but infantile minds in sexy stories on the internet, but all readers know is a load of baloney. Yet here I am looking at the most meat I have ever seen on a man – there has got to be an explanation.”
“Well, it is sort of secret,” the prisoner began, but continued on quickly when Haley took both of his mammoth testicles in each hand. “I’m, er, genetically modified.”
“Genetically what?”, said Haley incredulously.
“You know,” he continued, “it’s not just plants that can be improved by GM techniques. My stepfather works at a secret GM plant, and some of us have been volunteered by our parents or guardians for genetic modification.”
“So you went for this?” said Haley, fondling his weighty organs, and rolling them round in his gossamer sac.
“They did ask me what I wanted,” the prisoner explained. “I told them I wanted a cock long enough for me to suck easily, but no thicker, as I didn’t want to choke on it.”
“But why such enormous balls?” asked Haley. “It must be a pain to walk around with that much meat in your pants.”
“Well, I’m, er, a cum junky.”
“Join the club,” Haley replied smiling, “so am I. And how much cum to you get out of these semen factories?” she continued, as she squished them around in her hands.
“Around half a pint a day,” he replied.
“Fuck off!” Haley retorted. “That’s impossible, even for nads this size.”
“As I said,” the prisoner explained, “they have been genetically modified over the last two years, and if your forces had not attacked our GM complex and taken us all prisoner, they would have continued with my treatment for another eighteen months.”
“And what would have been your final dimensions?” Haley asked.
“Well, they had finished with my balls,” he replied, “but they were aiming for a cock length of 26 inches so that I could suck myself laying down.”
“Jesus, a cock over two feet long!”, Haley exclaimed. “That would be a fat lot of good for screwing a girl, frighten the life out of them, and you could never get a cock that long hard. All your blood would run into it!”
“Well, actually, I’m gay, and also a bottom,” he replied.
“So?” said Haley.
“Er, I’m the one who gets screwed,” said the prisoner, “and can you imagine how gorgeous it would be if the top could suck my cock at the same time?”
“Not exactly,” said Haley, “but I’ll take your word for it. Now, I was going to connect you up to our milking machine, but I’ve decided to give you a blow-job first. I hope that won’t affect the sensibilities of your sexual persuasion.”
“Not at all,” he replied. “Actually, I’m desperate to cum. But, er, I ought to warn you, whilst I only ejaculate in average squirts, instead of the normal ten second orgasm, mine lasts for around a minute, and I cum continuously during that time.”
“Sounds good to me,” grinned Haley, lifting his long penis into the upright position, and stroking the smooth spongy glans. “My, what a beauty!”
The smooth elastic skin of his rigid shaft was so young and faultless, it was almost translucent over the tracery of blood vessels, and it felt hot and heavy in her hands, as she gently moved the skin over the stiff core of his cock. His urethra on the underside was as thick as her little finger, and it pulsed gently with his quickening heartbeat.
She lowered her head and took the swollen bell-end into her warm mouth. The prisoner sighed deeply, as she slowly sank down his shaft, deep-throating around seven inches of the rigid flesh. Opening her eyes, she was amazed to still see another six inches of veiny cock between her mouth and his groin. As she withdrew so that just his cock-head remained in her mouth, she looked down this great column of flesh with incredulity. She had never been so far away from a man and still had his cock in her mouth!
Taking one of his gorgeous testicles in each hand, she started to slide her mouth up and down his cock, using her tongue to flick away at the sensitive areas of his frenum. She felt his young heart forcing even more blood into his turgid organ as his orgasm approached, and the cords of his balls began to pull them up towards his body. His breathing quickened, and his toes began to curl, as the first rush of semen travelled up his urethra.
“Urrrrgh!”, he gasped.
Haley was ready. Her cheeks became concave as she sucked hard on his cock-head, savouring the salty pre-cum. Then she felt the hot thick boy-cream pour onto her tongue, filling her mouth with the elixir of youth. His breathing was ragged and then he held his breath as rope after rope of semen pumped from his cock. Haley fell in with his rhythm, swallowing between copious squirts to avoid choking or losing a single drop. And he went on and on, for over 70 seconds. Haley mouth stayed locked on his cock, sucking hard and pulling her hand up his shaft, squeezing his urethra to extract every remnant of his delicious sperm.
At last, she pulled off his penis with a ‘pop’, licked her lips and said, “That was fucking amazing! Wow! Unofficially, I would like to thank you for that, but officially, I have to remind you that you are my prisoner, and my job is to soften you up a little, before your torturer of the day, Wanda, gets here.”
With that, she wheeled over the electronics trolley and connected up the milking device. As she pushed the rectal contact up his arse to lay alongside his prostate, the prisoner lifted his head.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“If you talk again, or make any noises, I will fit this ball-gag.” Haley lifted it to emphasize her point. “What I am going to do is drain these huge balls completely dry.”
“But I’ve just cum,” he exclaimed.
“That’s it!” she replied, and pulled his head up as she inserted the ball-gag. “I did warn you. You might be genetically modified, but all men have a load left after a normal orgasm. This little bit of equipment will extract every last drop and make your monster balls unbelievably sensitive, ready for Wanda special treatment.”
She connected the clamp to his big toe, and turned towards the electronic box. “Now”, she said aloud, but talking to herself, “if his normal orgasm is over a minute long, then this box of tricks is going to cut out before he’s dry. Hmmm. Perhaps I ought to switch off the automatic timing setting.” With that, she clicked a knob to ‘manual’, and switched the machine on. It hummed, clicked, and his body began to tighten as the electricity pulsing through his genitals began to induce a shattering and continuous orgasm.
The torture chamber door opened and Wanda’s head appeared around it.
“Haley, I need you in my workshop now,” she said.
“Ok,” replied Haley, “I won’t be a minute.”
“Now!” shouted Wanda.
“Right”, said Haley, as she moved quickly to the doorway.
They walked up the corridor and entered Wanda’s workshop. Wanda poured two beers and they sat down on the benches.
“Right, listen carefully, “ said Wanda. “I’ve got a lot to tell you. Now the reason I’m late is I’ve been to a briefing meeting about the special prisoners we’ve got in the chamber. Two of them are soldiers and the young lad works at a special GM plant that our boys captured last week.”
“I …” started Haley.
“Shut up and listen,” snapped Wanda. “All three of them have been genetically modified. We need to determine the nature of this modification, because we believe they are creating special soldiers to infiltrate our forces, but who will be resistant to torture if they are caught. We also know that they have experimented on some of our people they’ve captured, and when we overran the plant, we found some horrendous examples of dreadful things they have inflicted on our soldiers.”
Wanda continued to relate the intelligence they had already gathered. Men were being modified so that their testicles could easily withstand a hard knee between the legs, making it far easier to commit rape.
Haley concluded her briefing. “So our masters have asked us to provide a report on any differences or tolerance levels we notice during our torture session. The two soldiers are our main target, but I gather the young lad has been partly modified to his own designs and has amazing genitalia.”
“You’re not going to believe it, Wanda,” said Haley, “and he’s gorgeous too. I’ve given him a blow-job and then connected him up to the … oh Christ!”
“What’s the matter?” said Wanda, looking startled.
“Er, I switched the milker to manual and that’s over twenty minutes ago!”
Both girls jumped up and ran down the corridor to the chamber. The scene waiting for them made them both gasp. The young man was staring at the ceiling, his eyes glazed and unblinking. Over his stomach and chest, there was a thick white blanket of semen. It dripped from his face and chin, it lay in white ropes in his hair, and from both sides of his body, a cascade of sperm hung in great festoons down to the floor, long sticky strings dripping in slow motion into pools on the concrete. The eye of his cock was gaping open and then closing as each empty pump of his continuous orgasm pulsed up his shaft. From his slit, a copious stream of colorless liquid oozed onto his stomach.
Wanda switched the machine off. Haley looked into the boy’s sperm covered face.
“Is he dead?” she asked plaintively.
Wanda placed her hand into the thick cum on his neck and felt for a pulse.
“Your lucky, Haley. He’s alive, although he probably thinks his balls have been turned inside out. You’d better get him some water to replace all that fluid, then clean him up.”
Wanda’s eyes dropped down as she looked at his testicles, and they widened in disbelief. Lifting them with both hands, she gave a low whistle as she felt their massive weight. As they lay in the palms of her hand, she could feel them moving in their sac, sliding back and forth under the thin gossamer skin of his scrotum. They were the most beautiful pair of testicles she had ever seen, and her vagina moistened at the thought of busting them. Her hands separated, carrying one ball in each, her fingers closed round them and she squeezed hard, the soft outer layer of his ball flesh squelching through her fingers.
“Uuuurgh …” exploded through his lips, as he breathed out violently. His head lolled from side to side, and then he passed out.
“They must be pretty tender after that monster milking,” Wanda remarked. “Even the drugs can’t keep him awake. I’ll tell you what, though, Haley,” she continued, as she crushed his balls against each other, feeling their strange hardness on her fingertips, “when he comes round, I can’t wait to get started on these lovely lumps of man meat. Right, clean him up, and I’ll start on the other two.”
She walked over to the next cross frame. The young soldier on it was a slim dark haired youth with long legs and a flat stomach. His crotch was completely shaved and his fat penis was heavily veined with bright blood vessels. His scrotum hung down between his thighs, plump and pendulous. She took his testicles in her hands. They were large, heavy, and again, had they strange hardness of the first victim.
She squeezed them down into the bottom of his sac, so that the thin soft skin was shiny with tension. The walls of his balls showed an unusual grainy texture through the translucent skin of his scrotum. She took his right testicle, and holding it between her fingers and thumb, pressed hard into the side of the gland. His body tightened fractionally, his stomach corded, and his eyes showed hatred and loathing as he stared down his body at Wanda. So this was genetically modified nads, she thought. They’ve hardened up the shell of the organs, and reduced the pain carrying capacity of the nerve endings.
Slam.
Wanda’s fist crashed into his testicles, whilst she held them hard out from his body with her left hand. Slam, slam, slam. He was hardly flinching and still held her eyes with a steely glare of anger. Wanda was losing patience. She only achieved her orgasmic kicks if her victims were in excruciating pain, or terrified of losing their manhood.
“I’ve got just the thing for you,” she said, with an evil little smile, and went to her bag.
She returned with a tiny battered powered medical drill, and a small plastic box. From this she extracted a stainless steel rod the thickness of a sewing needle. She carried it over to his head, and held it in front of his eyes.
“This needle is really a masterpiece of micro-engineering,” she announced. “If you look carefully at the pointed end, you will see it opens out into four petals when it is spun at high speed. Seeing as I cannot hurt your balls from the outside, I’m going to insert this into the heart of your testicles and whiz the contents to a creamy spermy liquid and then squeeze it out through your cock.”
His arrogant hateful stare evaporated as he looked at the shining implement. Now it was replaced with fear as he realized that his GM treatment could only help prevent pain inflicted from the outside of his testicles. He knew that the inner walls of his balls contained trillions of pain receptors, and his face blanched at the thought.
Haley had completed her clean up, and was thoughtfully licking her fingers as she came over to watch. Standing by the third as yet untouched prisoner, she took his warm plump testicles into her hand, and smiled sweetly at him.
“The louder your friend screams, the harder I squeeze,” she said, gently squishing his hard balls around his loose scrotum.
“If he’s had the same treatment as this one, he’ll hardly feel it,” Wanda replied, inserting the tiny needle into the drill. “If you don’t get much response, I should use those fingernails of yours on his cock-head. It’s hardly likely they’ve removed sensitivity there, otherwise his sex life would be no fun.”
The mini-drill whirred as Wanda tried the speed control. She then lifted his right testicle up hard against his thigh, and placed the needle point in the middle of the organ. Without turning on the drill, she pushed gently and the needle sunk through the soft scrotal skin and began to penetrate the soft tissue surrounding his testicle. Then it came up against the hard shell. Wanda pushed harder, but the needle still would not move inwards. Fearful that the needle would break, she moved the drill in a circular motion, trying to break through the tough wall.
Haley looked at the prisoner. Although his body was taut with anticipation, he obviously was not in any pain at this point. Wanda very carefully squeezed the speed control trigger of the drill, so that the needle rotated slowly, without spreading the petal cutters. She then pressed it against the hard wall of his plump organ, and the head of the needle began to move into the thick fibrous shell. She could actually hear it drilling through the tough material, and she was amazed that genetic modification could create such resilient tissue in a human testicle.
Suddenly, the needle penetrated the shell, and it travelled into the middle of his ball.
His body, already tensioned, tightened further, and his breath left him with an explosive rush.
“Don’t bother with the ball gag, Haley,” Wanda said. “I want to hear this arrogant bastard scream.”
With that, she positioned the needle so that it was centered inside his testicle, and gently began to squeeze the trigger. The needle began to spin faster, and the centrifugal force started to open the cutting petals. Within his testicle were miles of fine grey spaghetti-like fibers that continually produced millions of sperms a day. Wanda pressed the trigger in fully, and as the cutters started to liquefy the contents, the pain began. What started as a numb throbbing ache quickly became searing excruciating agony, and he started to scream in ever increasing volume.
Wanda moved the drill around so that the whirring blades deep with his testicle found further gonad spaghetti to whip to a pulp. As she held the ball in her left hand, she could feel the vibration of the cutting blades transmitted through the shell as more of the contents became a light liquid mousse. She angled the spinning needle so that it brushed against the inside of his genetically modified ball wall, and the rasping sound as it liquidized the sensitive nerve endings caused him to holler in great animalistic bursts of sound, rending the air with his screeching.
Haley had her left hand around the rigid shaft of her victim, and she squeezed with such viciousness, the bell end of his cock was purple and taut with the blood she was restricting in her strong little hand. With her right hand, her index and middle finger nails were raking across the sensitive skin of his swollen glans, leaving white lines in the purple skin, almost, but not quite drawing blood. Her soldier had been watching the torments of his compatriot, but now the agony of millions of nerve endings as the soreness of his cock-head reached agonizing proportions, caused him too to scream and ignore the destruction of his comrades balls. Sweat was running off his body and dripping onto the concrete floor.
Now Wanda found little resistance as she moved the spinning needle around inside her victim’s ball, and she released the trigger and withdrew the drill from his testicle. She picked up the heavy duty cantilever pliers from the trolley beside her, and placed the jaws around his liquefied ball. Using both hands on the handles, she squeezed them together. At first, the strengthened walls of his testicle restricted even this assault, and she found that although his ball flattened slightly, it felt hard to distort. Suddenly the jaws closed more rapidly in several little jumps. From the end of his penis, a grayish liquid spurted from the eye, tinged with flecks of blood. Then the plier jaws came together in a rush, and a great globule of whipped gonad splurged out onto his tummy.
“Ooooh,” said Haley, “I’ve just cum!”
“So have I,” grinned Wanda.
The man was beyond screaming now. He was now breathing in great gasps of air, his eyes wild with agony and outrage. His body was contorting and shaking in violent spasms as his flattened testicle began to fill with blood. Wanda picked up a large syringe and selected a bottle marked “hydrochloric acid”. She filled the syringe and grasped his left testicle. Plunging the needle hard through the toughened wall, she injected the corrosive fluid. If he thought he was beyond further pain, the prisoner was wrong. The acid began to burn into the spaghetti within his ball, fizzing and heating in the process, and causing large quantities of gas.
Both girls watched as his testicle began to swell alarmingly, and they could hear a gentle fizzing as the gasses were produced deep within his gland. As his ball grew larger and larger, his face contorted into a grimace of total excruciation. The strengthened walls of his testicle were causing a huge compression of gasses, and the shell increased until it was the size of a grapefruit. As the soldier’s eyes were almost bursting out of his head in agony, there was a sudden cracking noise as his testicle exploded within his scrotum, which momentarily ballooned out as the testicular matter expanded rapidly into the voluminous bag.
Both girls were panting as the sight of his testicle destroying itself, and it brought on violent orgasms for both of them.
Wanda felt his scrotum. It contained nothing but a soft mush. She fastened a castration ring around the neck of his scrotum to avoid haemorrhaging, and moved over to Haley’s soldier.
His cock-head was so raw, even a light touch of their fingers caused incredible agony.
“Let’s finish this one off, and then we can concentrate on Mr Monster Balls,” said Wanda.
She brought over a small table with a flat metal top and positioned it under the soldier’s genitals. She took a heavy copper mallet normally used for car panel beating from her bag. One face of the mallet was covered in thick rawhide. She wrapped several turns of a thick nylon rope around the neck of his sac, so that his testicles were stretched down and taut in their bag. Using the leather side of the mallet, she slammed it down on the prisoner’s balls. Amazingly, their strengthening just bounced the mallet back. She hit even harder, with such force that any normal testicles would be completely flattened. Still the mallet bounced back. Raising the mallet high behind her back, she brought it down with such force that the scrotum split apart, and both grayish testicles lay exposed on the metal table. She moved one over the side of the table and began to hit the other with increasingly violent swings. The victim had stopped his raucous hollering now, and appeared to be holding his breath. The testicle began to distort as each blow caused it to flatten a little more. Finally, it burst with a splat, and the grey contents splattered into both girls faces.
“Uuurgh!” the prisoner grunted, and vomit shot from his mouth and onto his chest. Wanda lifted his other testicle onto the table and placed it on the remains of the first. Handing the mallet to Haley, she said, “Smash the bastard!”.
Haley’s delicate bone structure and feminine grace withheld the sadistic inner strength that occasionally came to the surface. Counting inside her head, she brought the mallet down on his remaining testicle eleven times before is too, burst with a gruesome splat. She then lifted his penis and bent it over onto the table. Holding it down at the base, she began hammering the raw and sensitive glans until the spongy cock-head flattened into a pulpy gloop on the table. She looked at the prisoner. Not only were his agonies beyond comprehension, but he had the desperate look of a man who had witnessed the destruction of his manhood.
This time Haley, learning from her instructor, took two clamps from Wanda’s bag. One she fitted tightly over the shaft of the prisoner’s penis, tightening it firmly to staunch the bleeding, and the other she placed high up on the neck of his scrotum, pinching off the flow of fluids to his ruined testicles.
Wanda looked exhausted, and sat down at her desk. Haley approached her tentatively, and with hands behind her back, head tilted, she smiled at her instructor and said in a small voice –
“Wanda, I have a big favor to ask.”
“Go on, Haley, said Wanda.
“I think we’ve both enjoyed this session enough,” said Haley, “without continuing with Monster Balls here. Could I possibly have him for one night? His sperm is such a gorgeous taste, and he produces so much of it, and we will never have such a beautiful young man with such a long cock ever again. Please Wanda, and then we can destroy him together in the morning.”
“Ok, Haley,” said Wanda, “but don’t go soft on him in the morning, because I’m going to have one of his balls for breakfast, and you’re going to eat the other. After I’ve tenderized them they will be delicious, and so much young meat will set us both up for the day!”
Haley grinned. “Thanks Wanda, I’ll clear up here and get the hospital wallahs over to take the eunuchs away. You go and lie down, I’ll be along shortly to satisfy your every need.”
Wanda smiled back, picked up her papers, and left the chamber. Haley walked over to her young longhaired favourite, and lifted his heavy balls into her hands.
“Come on you gorgeous ballies. Make lots of lovely sperm for Haley to suck out of you.” She lifted his rigid penis and licked the swollen glans, running her tongue around the corona ridge.
“I shall be back shortly,” she said, kissing the eye of his cock, and looking at his elfin face. “If you think you had the mother of all orgasms earlier today on the milking machine, you haven’t spent a night with Haley the cum-junky!”
The end
The young longhaired prisoner had been returned to the torture chamber by two guards, after Haley’s night of passion and sexual excess with him. Now, Wanda stood between his widespread legs, and looked up at his smooth body pulled taut by the straps binding him to the cross frame. But her gaze kept reverting to his genitalia. In all her long experience of CBT, she had never, ever, seen anything quite like this genetically modified eighteen year old youth. His thirteen inch penis lay up his concave stomach, with its tip resting on his rib cage. It was his testicles though, that enthralled Wanda. She reached out and grasped them, rolling them about in his sac.
How she loved the feel, the weight and the warmth of a man’s testicles in her hands. Their slight movement within the gossamer sac of the scrotum, the body turning them for the best position for heat dissipation as the miles of spaghetti filaments within each plump orb continued to manufacture millions of sperm every day. The power she felt when in front of her lay a magnificent example of a fighting soldier, lean, fit and strong, a tough fighting machine trained to kill. The power she felt when that same man realised that his most vulnerable organs now lay in the hands of a woman who was an experienced torturer, a sadist, and who was about to inflict unimaginable agony on the very core of his manhood. How proud was that man, as, with his fellow soldiers, they rampaged through defenceless villages, choosing the prettiest girls, and often in front of their parents, raped them. Proud cocks erect and dripping with lust, proud testicles swinging against the buttocks of the ravaged victims, as they screamed in pain, outrage and horror.
Such reversal of fortunes, such revenge, is so sweet, thought Wanda. Now their proud organs were to be the receptors of the most excruciating pain known to man. The slow, calculated and carefully measured application to the testicles of pressure, tension, distortion, electrocution and mutilation. So from their once treasured possession of sexual flesh, the tortured male would eventually wish that he had been born without balls.
Such was Wanda’s love of her job. Bringing revenge for the atrocities suffered by her people from the enemy of her country. But also inducing in her groin mind-blowing orgasms as she sadistically made eunuchs of her charges.
This slender youth, though, was no soldier. Genetically modified at his own request in the enemy complex where his step-father worked, he had employed his massive equipment in hideous ways. The tables were turned, and Wanda’s body shuddered as she looked at her captive.
And now, she held the largest pair of testicles she had ever seen, and her vagina began to moisten as she contemplated the destruction of these huge lemon sized balls. The skin of his young scrotum looked thinner and more translucent that the average sac, and the walls of each of the testes had a unusual firmness. The veins and cords leading from the huge glands were clearly visible through the skin, plump and pulsing with life, leading up into his lean groin, to the base of his throbbing and rigid penis. And that strange movement that fascinates so many women was greatly enhanced by their weight and size, and as they lay heavily in her palms, the vital life of these extraordinary lumps of man-meat caused her body to shudder again with pleasure.
Haley watched Wanda with increasing anticipation.
“Er, we had a fantastic night,” she said to Wanda. “He can cum four or five times an hour all night, and his lovely cock stayed hard all the time, even without the drugs.”
She tilted her head as she added, “you know he’s not a soldier. Do we have to, well, completely ruin him, I mean, he so unique with that huge tackle, it seems such a shame Wanda, you know, to spoil those gorgeous balls and that amazing cock, I mean, can’t I have him for a week or two …”
“Look at his report on the desk,” Wanda interrupted sternly. “He’s no innocent saint. Get a grip, girl, we are here to destroy this scum, whatever the size of their cock and balls.” Secretly, Wanda thought, Haley had a point. God, his balls are lovely.
Haley went to the desk and flicked through the papers until she found his report. Skipping through his medical details and enhancements, she found the arresting officers report at the bottom of the page. ‘…brutal rape of Abigail Welland, 16 years old. His enhanced genitalia caused appalling internal injuries …’. The report contained graphic descriptions of the damage his massive penis had inflicted on the girl’s internal organs. It stated that she died 24 hours later from internal haemorrhaging and shock, and in the most agonising pain. On capture, he had been arrogant and bullish, and had offered no apologies for his dreadful behaviour. There were further reports that other girls had been attacked by the prisoner but no charges had been brought.
Haley replaced the papers and walked back to the frame. She looked the prisoner in the eyes and her gaze became steely.
“You told me yesterday that you were gay,” she said to him. “It was obvious from last night that you are not, although you might be bisexual. That report confirms my feelings and that you are just another heinous man prepared to destroy women for your own sexual gratification. You used your GM modification to cause those awful injuries to a 16 year old girl, you bastard, and Wanda and I are going to enjoy busting your enormous balls.”
Turning to Wanda, she added, “his balls have not been toughened to the same extent of the two soldiers we had in here yesterday. He told me last night that a slight toughening had been incorporated into the modification as the huge size of his testicles were likely to get knocked about more easily during everyday life. However, his pain threshold is only slightly higher than average.”
“Good,” said Wanda, letting go of his heavy scrotum, and slamming her knee hard into the swinging organs. It lifted them up in their voluminous sac and crushed them against his pubic bone.
His breath exploded from his lungs, and his body tensioned in his bindings. After filling his chest with air, he gave an ear- piercing shriek. Wanda took a syringe off the trolley and filled it with a paralysing anaesthetic serum. Moving up to his head, she wiped his throat with alcohol and injected his voice box. Quickly, the anaesthetic spread and the only noise that came from his vocal chords was a gasping ragged breathing.
Replacing the syringe on the trolley, Wanda again moved between his legs. She lifted her lab coat to bare her knee, and slammed it so viciously into his sac that she winced in pain.
“Ow,” Wanda exclaimed, “his balls are so hard, I’ve hurt my fucking knee!”
“So we better soften them up,” said Haley, smiling evilly.
The second smash to his testicles had tightened every muscle in his body, and he was retching quietly. Both girls stood between his splayed legs. His head came up, and he looked at them both with terror in his eyes. His mouth was moving, but no sound came out except his noisy breathing. Each girl took a testicle into their hands, laying the heavy orb into their palms. Looking at each other, they placed the thumb of their other hand into the centre of the plump ball meat, and Haley mouthed ‘ready?’ Wanda nodded, and both girls drilled down with their thumbs.
Again, his breath exploded from his body. His stomach rose upwards, his legs arced, and the only points in contact with the cross frame were his heels and the back of his head. The girls maintained the pressure, and Wanda could see through the translucent scrotal skin, the massive egg of his manhood distorting inwards, and the perimeter of the testicular wall bulging obscenely outwards. She could feel the testicle pulsing in rhythm with his young heart, as his lifeblood surged into the aching meat.
The prisoner had never felt such pain. The two knee slams had made a nauseating pain surge into his stomach, causing him to dry-retch with the intensity of the blows. But now, a continuous excruciating agony was pouring out of his testicles and flooding his whole body. Even his head felt ready to explode as the girls pressed even harder into his testicles. The drugs administered earlier to prevent loss of consciousness and continued penile erection irrespective of pain, kept him from passing out under this onslaught.
Wanda and Haley’s thumbs began to ache after several minutes of this treatment, and then, on cue, they turned their hands into a claw, gripping his hard flesh in a vice-like grip. The tendons stood out on their arms and their faces showed the effort and strain as they squeezed his mighty balls with all their strength.
“Let’s see if we can get some juice out of these lemons,” Wanda said, as she felt the testicular meat in her hand distort and the soft outer layers of his gland oozed through her fingers. Her vagina began to twitch with lust.
His body was pouring with sweat, and his silent screams through his paralysed throat were reminiscent of a drowning man breaking the surface of the water.
“Carry on, Haley,” said Wanda, “I’ll gets some of my toys out.”
She returned with her vanadium steel ball press. This ingenious device was able to apply pressure not only on the sides of a testicle, but the interlinking bars also closed at each end, compressing the contents of a ball so that unimaginable agony was created.
“Shit,” said Wanda, “his nads are so large I can’t fit them in. But one of my older crushers will do.”
She took out a small cast iron vice. Onto each face of the gripping surface was screwed an acrylic plate which had a small indentation on each. Winding the handle, she opened out the vice to its fullest extent, and moved back between the prisoner’s legs.
Haley had twisted his ball sac around three times and was pulling his testicles far out from his body, so that trapped in the bottom of his scrotum, they appeared shiny, red and swollen. With her right hand clenched in a fist, she was repeatedly beating them, her brow dripping with exertion, and her knuckles reddening. His body jolted with each punishing impact, his massive cock bobbing furiously as torment hammered into his brain. She dropped his scrotum as Wanda approached, and watched as she separated his left testicle and manipulated it between the jaws of the vice.
Once carefully in position, Wanda started to turn the handle. The vice closed rapidly on his swollen ball, and as she continued to turn, it began to flatten noticeably. From the prisoner’s throat, the most awful rattle emanated, as his tender gland began to compress. The contents of his ball were being distorted and as the pressure increased every nerve ending in his testicle was totally overloaded with pain, sending massive signals to his brain. Wanda continued to close the jaws, judging carefully, as she did not want the organ to burst. Her experience on ball crushing was probably the best in the world. Watching the edges of his bulging testicle, she could see the fibrous shell straining to withhold the compressed contents. One turn too many, and the wall would rupture, and the interior sperm producing tissue would burst out like jam from a doughnut.
“We’ll hold it there,” she said, letting the vice go so that it swung between his legs, pulling heavily on his captured testicle. “We don’t want the thing exploding, anyway, not yet.”
She looked up and saw Haley had lifted his rigid penis and was licking off the copious flow of pre-cum. It was running down the sides, making his beautiful pink cock gleam. Wanda watched as Haley took the huge flared helmet of his extraordinary penis into her mouth, and she could see her tongue moving inside her cheeks as it darted around the spongy flange.
She grinned as she lifted the vice containing his testicle. ‘Maybe just one more turn’ she said to herself, watching the flattening meat carefully.
Haley suddenly went “Mmmmmmm!” and her eyes widened to saucers. Her cheeks expanded as thick cum, undiluted with bodily fluids from the prostate gland, and squeezed directly from his testicle, flooded into her mouth.
“Mmmmm!” she hummed again, as she lifted her mouth from his swollen cock, and long glistening strands of glutinous semen joined his cock-head with her lips.
“That was delicious, Wanda,” she said, grinning, and wiping her lips. “I must have drunk about a pint of his cum in the last twenty-four hours, but that was the best tasting yet!”
She let go of his cock and it dropped back onto his body, its weight making a pleasing slap as it fell into the puddle of pre-cum that had been oozing from him since the treatment had started.
Wanda released his left testicle from the vice. Bodily fluids and blood that had been forced under pressure into his thick veins and cords, suddenly began to flow back into the flattened orb, and its shape began to recover quickly, causing even more agony to sear into his body. Wanda fitted his right ball into the vice, this time manoeuvring the pointed ends of his oval gland into the depressions on the vice jaws. Winding the handle rapidly to take up the slack, she watched as the huge egg began to bulge outwards at the centre. She continued to wind and watched carefully to avoid rupturing him, as the meat distorted dreadfully, the fibres of the testicular wall strained to the maximum.
“Urrrrggh!” the prisoner half-whispered through his paralysed throat. He began to cough gently and looked close to fainting. Suddenly the thick urethra running up the underside of his mammoth cock began to swell alarmingly as his thick undiluted semen was physically crushed out of his testicle. Without the pumping action of an orgasm, the gelatinous cum oozed out of the eye of his cock and lay on his chest like toothpaste from a tube.
Haley lowered her mouth to his chest and sucked up the man cream with noisy slurps. She then placed her warm mouth over his fat glans and pulled her hand up his urethra tube, squeezing out more of his juices.
Wanda watched her with vague disgust, and then said, “Haley, I think we’ve drained these buggers dry, but I’ve just remembered something that could get them going again. I’m just going back to my workshop for a minute – won’t be long.”
She left the room and Haley moved between the prisoner’s legs. She lifted his penis and sucked gently for a few moments, then placed her left hand around the base of his rigid shaft. With her right hand she grasped his thick meat just below the head. Between her two hands were five inches of uncovered cock. Employing her formidable strength for one so dainty, she began to bend his turgid shaft. The erectile drugs administered earlier had continued to give him the strongest hard-on he had ever experienced, and the normal spongy tissue of his shaft was swollen enormously, almost to bone-like hardness. Nevertheless, his shaft began to bend, and a new agony began to wrack his body.
Haley was amazed at how hard his shaft was to bend, and she strained her wrists with all her strength. The meatus in the core of his penis was stretching to the very limit, and the excruciating pain was crashing up his shaft into his body. The fibres of his flesh were just about to rend apart when Haley released his cock, and it snapped back into shape. ‘I can’t do this,’ she thought. ‘After a night of continual sex with this beautiful penis, I cannot break it’, she said to herself. Instead, she lifted the vice holding his right testicle, and pulled it viciously upwards, stretching his aching chords as tight as bowstrings. Air hissed out of the prisoner’s throat as his body arched upwards, and it felt to him as though his whole stomach was being pulled through his intestines and out of his body.
Wanda returned with a small cardboard box containing several glass containers and a sheaf of papers. She placed them on the trolley and began sorting through the contents.
“Do you know Lillian, our torturer in the eastern sector,” she said to Haley. Haley shook her head. “Well,” continued Wanda, “she gave me this stuff after last year’s torturers convention, but I’ve never tried it. Lillian is not a sadist, and she gets no pleasure from giving torture, it’s just a job to her. She tends to use quite a lot of chemicals, nerve agents and gases to provide excruciating pain. She’d rather inject some incredible pain-making serum into her victim and go and have a cup of coffee. Now, me of course, ol’ touchy-feely Wanda, never employs such boring methods. But there’s one serum here that I’ve heard about that could be interesting if used on monster nads here. Ah, this is the one.”
She unwrapped the sheet around the bottle and began to read it out.
“Testicle Blaster 9 it says on the label,” she said. “Originally developed to increase the sperm output of breeding bulls, this is a concentrated by-product which can be used for interrogation purposes.” Wanda skipped through several paragraphs, and then continued, “the effect it has on human testicles can only be described as traumatic. Permanent damage can be assured. Using DNA derivatives, amino-acids and nerve control agents, it stimulates the testes and prostate and causes the male reproductive system to speed up semen production by up to 4,000%. Several victims have produced extraordinary results. One 20 year old man produced nearly three gallons of semen in a 24 hour period before his testicles self-destructed. Another victim expired after two hours through loss of bodily fluids.” She continued to read, eyes widening in amazement, “In order to keep the prisoner alive during this treatment, you must ensure that he has adequate access to all the water he can drink. Also, no restrictions must be made to prevent orgasms or ejaculations, as the internal organs will rupture under enormous pressure and will kill the victim by haemorrhage and shock.” Skipping a lot more information, she finished with, “the main purpose of administering this serum is the incredible pain induced into the testicles by their hyper activity. The victim will scream to have the treatment terminated, or may tear off his own testicles to stop the pain, as several of our prisoners have done. He will also become very thirsty and will drinks pints of water. This will increase the agony, as the testicles take this fluid out of his body to manufacture huge quantities of sperm. Some men ejaculate without further stimulation, but if not, he should also be allowed to masturbate almost continuously, or his interrogators should do this for him, to drain the semen from his body, as otherwise death will follow quickly. Finally, there is no way this treatment can be terminated. The victim’s testicles will eventually destroy themselves by over-activity and without rapid medical attention, death is inevitable.”
“Fucking hell,” said Haley, eyes like saucers. “So, erm, hang on, all that stuff refers to normal men with normal balls – yeah?, but if you give his modified nads this stuff, we’ll be up to our necks in sperm before you can count ten!”
“Hmm,” said Wanda, “should be interesting though. Look, get a refill tank for the water cooler from the store cupboard, turn it over, and put a length of plastic piping into it so he can drink as much as he wants. I don’t want him dying before his balls self- destruct.”
Haley placed the water on the trolley and put the end of the pipe into his mouth. She then loosened the vice handle trapping his right testicle, watching as his bodily fluids moved back into the flattened orb. The aching ball meat recovered its shape quickly with every heartbeat.
The prisoner had been listening to Wanda reading out the instructions, and his horrified expression showed his increasing terror. He sucked at the pipe and began drinking the water. Wanda filled a syringe with the serum and carefully adjusted the exact volume to administer. Then she stuck the needle into his thigh and squeezed the liquid into a blood vessel.
“How long does it take to work?” asked Haley.
“Says here that the full effect of the nerve agents tale place within five minutes, so you better get some towels ready,” Wanda said, grinning at Haley.
Both girls watched the victim as the serum travelled around his slim smooth body. His long penis bobbed gently with his heart beat, crystalline strings of pre-cum oozing from his glans. His testicles, swollen from their earlier vicious treatment, hung heavily in their voluminous scrotum, swinging gently between his wide-apart thighs. Both naked under their lab coats, the girls had their hands between their legs, massaging their wet clitorises, as they looked at this beautiful young man and his amazing genitalia.
Then things began to happen. The prisoner’s face now had a look of surprise and his eyes widened in disbelieve and outrage as he felt strange things happening within his body. His brow became beaded with sweat, and all over his torso, perspiration was breaking out and dripping down the sides of his body. His heartbeat began to race, and his penis now pulsed rapidly, the end slapping his chest gently. From the eye of his penis, clear glutinous pre-cum began to positively flow, rather than ooze. His breathing became a frenzied panting and his chest was rising and falling, causing the pre-cum puddle to run down and form long strings to the concrete floor.
“Christ!” said Haley, “look at his balls!”
They were moving. Inside the almost transparent gossamer skin of his sac, both testicles were turning first one way, and then the other, and rising and falling on their cords. The movement quickened as they watched in amazement, and then it was obvious that they were rapidly expanding, pushing away from each other and filling the scrotum with their swelling bulk.
Wanda lifted both testicles in her hands. “Shit, they’re red hot!” she exclaimed, “here feel.”
Haley held his swelling balls and felt the heat and movement as the serum’s full effect took hold.
“They’re alive,” she gasped, as the huge orbs of meat squirmed in her hands. She dropped them and watched them swinging as the contents of the scrotum began to tighten the skin, and it became shiny and transparent. Both girls watched the sides of the two testicles pulsing with life, throbbing with activity, and dripping with sweat.
“Urrrg” croaked the prisoner, and his frantic panting ceased as he held his breath, his sweat soaked body arched upwards, and he began to shake uncontrollably. The finger thick vein of his urethra became even more swollen as a huge squirt of crystal clear pre-cum shot out of the end of his cock, and splashed onto his throat.
Haley looked at his grapefruit sized balls. “Hadn’t we better wank him?” she said to Wanda, “otherwise I think his balls will explode.”
Wanda nodded. Haley lifted his rigid penis upright, the pre-cum washing over her tiny hand, but before she had time to go any further, a pencil thick gush of thick semen shot from the end of his penis with such force, it was audible. Three feet of white sperm lifted into the air, before the rope was broken, and it fell heavily onto Haley’s arm and splashed over the prisoner’s heaving chest.
Haley’s fetish for semen overcame her, and she quickly lowered her head and clamped her mouth over his sticky cock end, just as another huge jet of sperm erupted from his shaft. Wanda smiled as she watched her apprentice feast on this cock yet again. She saw her cheeks expand with the torrent of man cream, and although Haley was swallowing frantically, the pressure of this tide of semen burst up into her throat and down her nostrils in twin jets, causing Haley to lift off the spurting cock, coughing and choking. As she stood upright, thick strands of semen hung from her lips, eyes, hair and nose, and she looked at Wanda in bewilderment, her eyes wide.
“God, you look a sight!” said Wanda, grinning, and threw her a towel.
The prisoner’s face had become purple with his long breath hold, and suddenly, the air roared out of his lungs, and his arched body crashed back onto the cross frame. From then end of his penis, semen continued to pump in long spurts, collecting on his chest in huge sticky pools, before pouring over the side in slow-motion stalactites to the floor.
Wanda lifted his testicles and felt their continued hot movement. The swelling had decreased only slightly, and the scrotal skin was still taut and shiny. Wanda winked at Haley, who was wiping herself down, and took a stainless steel cock clamp from her bag. She lifted the still pulsing penis, and placed it just behind the thick ridge of his flaring glans, before tightening the thumbscrew. The clamp bit hard into his flesh and flattened the urethra. Almost immediately, the pressure began to build in his tubes as the testicles continued to pour out their semen. His urethra became as thick as a man’s thumb, and he starting croaking as the excruciating pain began building in his balls.
Wanda watched the sperm carrying tubes at the top of his scrotum neck, and saw them swell out obscenely. He body began to arch upwards again as the agony increased, and then something in his plumbing gave, and the pressurised semen in his balls was diverted into his prostate gland. Temporally relieving the pressure, his body sank back onto the frame, and he began to whisper through his paralysed throat.
“No more, please, please. Take off my balls, please, I can’t stand the pain, they’re killing me, please …. ugh.” A fresh wave of agony washed over him and choked off his pathetic pleading.
Wanda grabbed his tortured testicles and squeezed viciously. “It’s meant to hurt, you raping bastard,” she said through clenched teeth, and began twisting and pulling his swollen balls. Looking up at Haley, she said “get the laser knife will you, it’s time to finish this arsehole.”
Haley plugged in the knife and switched it on. Wanda took it, and placed the tip around the neck of his tight scrotum. Pressing the button, the laser cut through the thin skin, immediately cauterising the flesh. Without spilling a drop of blood, Wanda completed the circle, and then carefully pulled the sac down over his pulsing testicles. Using the knife to separate the glands from the underlying membranes within his scrotum, she pulled the complete sac off, exposing the swollen off-white organs.
Haley looked at them in awe, fingering herself quickly as it all unfolded, having never seen naked testicles before. She could see movement within the core of each ball, as semen production continued unabated. Wanda sorted through her bag and took out a small surgical clamp. The thick cords running up into his sweating body were separated by her skilled fingers as she isolated the pressurised sperm duct from left testicle. She applied the clamp to this tube, and they both watched as the gland began to expand. The right testicle was still pouring semen into his prostate, which was swelling alarmingly, bulging between his legs behind his genitalia.
Now his breathing became a gasping screech as the pressure within his testicle increased. The toughened wall of his orb was still allowing a little expansion, but the internal pressure continued to mount as the testicle produced semen at a horrendous rate.
His body once more lifted off the cross frame as the pain peaked in his expanding ball. His breath held, his body started to shake as sweat poured from his skin. Haley and Wanda watched as the fibrous wall of the testicle became shiny and taut and almost completely round. Now bigger than a grapefruit, it was trembling on the ends of its cords as it swung gently between his thighs.
“Aaaaaaaaaaargh”, he croaked as he let his breath go explosively.
And then the testicle exploded.
Wanda had expected the ball to split and its contents squirt thickly from the rupture. But it didn’t. Amazingly, the fibrous outer wall of the gland, under enormous pressure, and strengthened by the GM modification, instead of splitting, disintegrated instantly, and the pressurised contents flew in all directions. From their faces and lab coats, globs of sperm, pink with blood and testicular matter, hung in festoons. The noise it made as it burst sounded like dropping a heavy wet sponge into a shower tray, a sort of wet splat.
“Oooof,” breathed Haley, as another orgasm wracked her body. It the last few minutes she had had several multiple orgasms, and perspiration was running down her cleavage as her body shook with pleasure.
Wanda was also panting as moisture from her vagina tricked down her legs, and the remnants of a huge orgasm passed over her heaving body in great waves.
“We need to finish this,” said Wanda to Haley, as she applied surgical clamps to his cords to stop the bleeding. “If his prostate explodes it will almost certainly kill him, and as you know, nobody dies in my torture chamber.”
“Okay,” said Haley, “but hang on for just a minute, I’ll relieve the pressure a bit on his prostate, and I need a last protein drink from this gorgeous cock.”
She moved round to the side of his glistening body and lifted his cock from his heaving chest. Taking his swollen glans into her warm mouth, she carefully began to undo the thumbscrew on the urethra clamp. Wiping her face down with a towel to remove the fragments of his testicle, Wanda watched as Haley adjusted the flow of semen into her mouth, swallowing greedily as the man cream flowed from his cock head. She continued to drink from this fleshy fountain for over two minutes, and Wanda could see the size of his prostate slowly decreasing. At last, Haley screwed the clamp down hard, cutting off the flow, and lifted her mouth away from his purple glans, strings of glutinous cum hanging from her lips.
“Mmmmmm!” she said, smiling, and patting her tummy, “I must have drunk about two pints – that was absolutely delicious!”
Wanda went to the trolley and picked up a thick barbecue skewer. She moved over to the bench, lit the bunsen and placed the heavy iron skewer into the flame. She waited for it to glow bright red, and then grasped it carefully with pliers and walked back between the prisoner’s legs. Haley watched with fascination as Wanda lifted his remaining testicle, still pulsing and twisting on its cords, and then held it firmly in her left hand. As she touched the end of the skewer against the hard shell of the giant orb, it hissed with the moisture of the sweaty meat. Then she pushed the skewer firmly into the huge testicle until the point emerged on the other side. From within the heart of the meat, both girls could hear splattering and sizzling as the red-hot metal seared the very core of his manhood.
The man was beyond screeching. His eyes were open wide in surprise and outrage as the heat cooked the very life out of his churning testicle, halting the semen production as it fried the spaghetti- like filaments. Steam and smoke caused the gland to swell, and it hissed from both punctures of the testicular wall. As it cooled, Wanda pulled the skewer partly out so that the point was in the centre of the ball. She then began twisting and turning the skewer in a circular motion, literally stirring the contents of his testicle into a slurry of liquefied and burning meat.
Wanda and Haley both had their hands between their legs, pressing their thighs hard together, their toes curling, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure poured through their bodies.
Pulling herself together, Wanda removed her sticky fingers from between her legs, and pulled out the steaming skewer. She then viciously pulled the cords connecting his testicle until they were as tight as guitar strings, and clamped then off just below his penis. Now she cut the cords below the clamp and lifted the heavy orb up and let it dangle in front of the prisoner’s horrified eyes. He stared at his own ruined testicle, unable to comprehend the fact that the pain that had wracked his body for so long, had suddenly disappeared, and except from a dull ache in his groin, a strange stillness had descended upon him.
“What about his cock?” said Haley, undoing the thumbscrew on the clamp below his cock head, and releasing the build-up of semen. It poured out of his slit in a continuous glutinous stream, before sliding slowly off his chest and hanging in glittering festoons to the floor.
“What do you mean, ‘what about his cock?’” queried Wanda.
“Well,” said Haley, “are you going to let the hospital fix this eunuch up and then send him back to the camps with a useless thirteen-inch cock? Remember the damage it caused, I think we should cause it some damage.”
“Absolutely,” said Wanda. “As he’s had his balls off he is no longer in much pain. But a man’s cock has relatively few pain sensors in the shaft in comparison to the testicles, but there are quite a few in the glans that we can stimulate. And electricity is the best thing for that. Whilst I set the electronics up, perhaps you would give his cock a good beating to tenderise the flesh.”
“You bet,” said Haley with a grin, and fetched a metal mallet from the rack, selecting one with a soft cowhide covering the head. She rolled a small wheeled table between his legs, and bent the still rigid penis down until it lay upon the surface. She lifted a small leather strap at the end of the table and placed his cock head through, to prevent his shaft snapping back onto his stomach. Engorged with blood, even after torture, due to the chemicals injected into him earlier, the veined pink shaft lay exposed and vulnerable, still sticky with pre-cum and congealing sperm.
Wham! The mallet crashed down just behind the flared purple ridge of his glistening cock head. His body shook and his legs became rigid, as the impact send new agonies into his body. Wham, wham, wham. Haley carefully judged each hit, slowly moving up his shaft towards his body, watching as the flesh bruised and turned bright pink under her onslaught of blows.
As Wanda’s apprentice, one of the first things she had been taught is never to burst an erect penis. It produces incredible amounts of blood which takes forever to clear up, and will normally kill a man before medical treatment stanches the flow. So, whilst hitting his meat hard to cause the maximum bruising and pain, she watched carefully for any signs of internal haemorrhaging or ruptures, but still beating his meat like a tough steak.
By the time Wanda had pushed the electronics trolley over, his proud thirteen inches of penile flesh was now flushed bright red, the veins pulsing with blood as this flowed in to alleviate the bruising, and the organ was swelling beautifully.
Without removing the end of his cock from the leather restraint, Wanda inserted a gold electrode into the eye of his cock. She then touched some gel on a small gold plate and placed it on the back of his glans, where the foreskin joins his cock head. Opening a circular copper band, Wanda encircled his shaft right at the base of his penis, where it joined his body. Then she pushed an electrode up his rectum so that it lay alongside his swollen and abused prostate. Finally, she attached wires to all these contacts and also to the surgical clamps on the remains of his testicle cords.
“Now don’t touch him, Haley,” Wanda warned, “we don’t want you getting a belt.”
Wanda lifted the huge testicle she had placed on his chest and moved towards his head. The prisoner watched with terrified eyes as she said “now buster, I don’t want you biting your tongue off, so I’m going to put your ball between your teeth, to give you something to bite on when we electrify your cock. Do you understand?”
The victim nodded and reluctantly opened his mouth wide as Wanda set his testicle between his jaws. Returning to the trolley, she threw some switches and the machine hummed into life.
His body arched up instantly and his breathing froze as hundreds of volts pulsed through his battered penile flesh, finding every nerve cell and pain receptor. His eyes were screwed tightly shut as his teeth clamped down on his destroyed testicle, and grey liquid oozed from the holes made by the skewer.
“I’m getting bored with this,” said Wanda with a sigh, “I don’t like men without testicles to torture. I think I will override the controls on this box of tricks and give him the full Monty. As the electricity is nowhere near his heart, he should be okay.”
With that, she switched the box to manual, and rotated the voltage knob to maximum.
The box began to hum loudly, and the prisoner’s body began convulsing as huge amounts of electricity surged through his penis. His teeth penetrated the fibrous wall of his testicle and clamped shut, cutting the enormous gland in half. The contacts on his cords and cock head began to sizzle and smoke as the power started heating up the very flesh of his shaft. They both watched with fascination as the pink colour of his swollen penis began to slowly change to a dull grey, as the flesh cooked before their eyes.
Wanda switched off for a few moments to allow him spit out the bitten ball-meat in his mouth and to take a few breaths, and his sweating body crashed back onto the frame, before finally putting the power on full again. Up came his body, arching painfully and quivering, as the meat of his penis began to sizzle and crackle, and then began turning black as the flesh carbonised.
The girls looked at each other, both knowing that the sight has caused them to orgasm simultaneously.
“There you go,” said Wanda, “two and a half pounds of overcooked cock!”
As she disconnected the electric leads from his heaving body, she said to Haley, “Phone the hospital wing, my dear, and say we have a client in need of a few repairs and is ready for collection.”
And then, looking at Haley’s sweet elfin face, she concluded, “and after all that sperm you’ve drunk over the last twenty-four hours, you should have enough energy to sixty-nine with me for the rest of the afternoon!”
“Not half!” said Haley grinning, and licking her lips.
The End
I have not read such a good story for years. Thank you very much for uploading it.
That’s one heck of a story. I’m certain that enemy soldiers would fear capture like no other fate.