Rough justice by BB3

By the time Alexa arrived at the remote barn, the other girls had securely lashed Tom Saunders to a workbench, where he lay struggling and cursing. Clad only in faded denim jeans and trainers, his smooth hairless chest heaved with indignation and protest. His slim tanned torso glistened with sweat in the humid heat of the barn.

“Well done girls,” said Alexa breathlessly, as she strode out of the sunlight into the shade of the building. “Sorry I’m late, I was at the other end of the station, bloody miles away. Was he a problem to bushwhack?”

Sheila spoke up. “Not really, Ally, he’s called us a lot of very rude names and he seems mightily miffed at his abduction, but Mavis gave him the ‘huge come-on’ in Mike’s Bar until he was horny, then took him out the back on a promise. We grabbed him whilst he was taking his pants down.”

Mavis grinned widely and wiggled her enormous breasts, pleased with her participation in the success in the kidnap.

Alexa walked over to Tom who looked at her defiantly.

“What the fuck’s this all about?” he demanded.

“Language, Tom. In front of all these young ladies, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Alexa studied his cute, almost girlish face. He was certainly good-looking in a pretty sort of way.

“Your raped my little sister,” she said.

“I did not,” he shouted back. “She consented.”

“Listen carefully, buster,” Alexa said menacingly, “she was a sixteen year old virgin. She needed nine stitches in her vagina after your treatment, she half choked when you forced her to suck you, and she had bruises around her neck when you made her to swallow your filthy cum. If that’s not rape, I don’t know what is.”

“I still say she consented,” said Tom, “and you could never make it stick in court.”

“We are not going to court,” Alexa responded softly. “That’s why you are here. We know your rich daddy would hire a top lawyer and humiliate my sister in the courtroom, making her go through her ordeal a thousand times. So we have already found you guilty. This is our rough justice. And now we are going to carry out your sentence. Let me reintroduce you to my sister Petra.”

A slim lithe girl walked out of the shadows behind the stables, and looked down into her rapist's face.

“Hi,” she said sweetly with a hint of a smile. “I might be young and vulnerable, but I am old enough to know that in this unfair world one does not get angry, one gets even.”

“What are you going to do?” Tom stammered.

Alexa answered. “We are going to castrate you, Tom.”

“You can’t do that, you fucking cow,” shrieked Tom. “You can’t take the law into your own hands ….”

Alexa thrust her hand into his crotch and it closed around his genitals. She squeezed as hard as she could, stopping his verbal outrage instantaneously and causing a screech that hurt her ears. Although the moment was tense, she momentarily was amazed by the huge amount of meat she had in her hand.

“Cut his jeans off and tape up his mouth,” Alexa ordered. One of the girls produced a sport bag stuffed with various equipment that Alexa had chosen for the occasion.

“You don’t do yourself any favours, do you?” Alexa asked him. Unable to answer now that his mouth was covered with duct tape, him mumbled something incomprehensible, only his eyes betraying his anger.

Two girls were busily cutting off his jeans, revealing bright red boxer shorts. Alexa leaned forward, grabbed the waistband of his shorts and yanked mightily, ripping them off his body in one smooth movement.

Six pairs of eyes ran down his lithe body and became locked on his genitalia. Six pairs of eyes widened saucer-like as they surveyed his massive endowment, emphasised by his slim long thighs and flat concave stomach. His flaccid penis lay draped over his left thigh, it’s uncut head just touching the workbench, almost ten inches from its root. His huge testicles, the size of large hens’ eggs, lay heavily in a pool of copious scrotum skin, resting on the rough wood of the bench like a pink omelette.

“Fucking hell!” It was Susie who was first to speak. She paused and then said, “I didn’t know they could be that big, Christ, look at his balls.”

Even Alexa, the oldest and most streetwise of them all, was absolutely gobsmacked by the sight of his organs.

“No wonder you needed stitches,” she said, looking at Petra. “Right, on with the show,” she said, straightening up and trying to put out of her mind how absolutely gorgeous this young man was, even if he had raped Petra. Her anger returned in full as she turned to Tom and looked into his terrified eyes.

“Castration can just be one snip of the scissors and it’s done,” she said to him. “But not for you, Mr Rapist. Me and the girls here are going to use your great big balls, of which I bet you are justifiably proud, to provide excruciating agony, as we slowly destroy them. You are going to wish you had never been born with testicles. You won’t believe how much we can hurt them, and when we have finally done, you will be a eunuch.”

She signalled to Jilly who came forward with a syringe full of pink liquid. She wiped a cotton bud over his thigh, inserted the needle and injected the contents.

“What’s that for?” asked Petra.

“A little mixture that will keep his cock hard and also prevent him from fainting from too much pain,” replied Jilly. “My own concoction,” she said proudly. Jilly worked at the local fertility clinic.

Within less than a minute, his penis began to swell and pulse with his heartbeat, gently lifting off his thigh, straightening and lengthening as his young heart pumped it full of blood. It rose up, hovered momentarily and then slapped onto his stomach, the foreskin just exposing the tip of his glans as it lay several inches above his belly button, resting on his first rib.

All the girls watched this transfixed, until Alexa said, “when a man has just ejaculated, his balls are much more sensitive to pain. Who would like to beat the bastard off?”

All five looked pleadingly at Alexa, hoping to be chosen. “Alexa looked at young Carol. “Go on,” she said.

Carol grinned, moved forward and lifted his swollen penis until it was vertical. “God, it’s so heavy,” she breathed. Alexa watched as her young hands began to pull back the thin skin of his penis, exposing the plump purple glans, until it snapped back over the ridge of his corona. It was quite the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, now fully erect, oozing clear lubricant from its eye, standing proudly over twelve inches from his body. They only come like this in porno movies, she thought to herself. Now she was looking at the real thing, and it was at the mercy of six revengeful girls.

Using both hands, one above the other, she began to masturbate him vigorously. There was no intention of gentle sexuality, her mission was to make him ejaculate as fast as possible. Even in his terror filled predicament, surrounded by six gorgeous girls, his eighteen-year-old body was at its peak of youthful sexuality, and his orgasm came quickly and fiercely. Her hands were a blur as Carol pumped the turgid shaft. A few bubbles of clear sticky liquid appeared at his slit, flung off by Carol’s rapid hand movements, and then the first pencil thick jet of thick semen shot out of his penis with such force, it was audible. Then a second, third and a fourth of similar quantity splashed down onto his stomach. He penis continued to spurt lesser shots of sperm until it subsided to a mere dribble. Eleven! thought Alexa to herself, eleven incredible blasts of teenage boy cum, bloody hell!

Carols hands did not stop. She continued to beat his rigid penis as his post ejaculate sensitivity pitched in. His body writhed in anguish as she continued to pump him, his foreskin opening and shutting noisily over his glans as her squelchy hands continued, lubricated with his own thick semen. All the girls looked on, stunned, not only by his copious ejaculation, but at the determination of young Carol, who refused to ease up on his bloated organ, masturbating him as though her life depended on it.

Within two minutes, his back began to arch, his stomach muscles tensed and his toes began to curl as another massive orgasm began to surge through his body. Once again, great ropes of thick semen shot from his penis head, falling back onto Carol’s hands as she milked him of his cum. Alexa was counting again. Nine pulses of boy juice this time, not bad. Oh to be a teenager again.

Carol stopped, let go of his still hard penis, and it flopped onto his stomach with a sticky splat. Looking up at Alexa, she smiled sweetly and said “There you go, Ally. I think his balls are pretty empty now.”

“Thanks, Carol,” Alexa replied with barely concealed admiration for her masturbation techniques. “Ever think of working in a sperm bank?” she asked flippantly.

She looked at Tom, his eyes less terrified now. His body was glowing and shiny with perspiration. His chest rose and fell quickly, as he still panted after his exhausting testicular draining.

“That was the pleasure,” she said quietly, looking him hard in the eyes. “Now comes the pain, you bastard.”

The others seemed to accept her authority in going first in the emancipation of this beautiful but evil boy, and they watched as she moved between his wide-open legs.

With both hands, she lifted his enormous testicles off the surface of the workbench. The weight of them was incredible and the gossamer skin of his hairless sac was soft and warm on her hands. She took one huge orb in each hand and pulled them gently away from his body. The loose and flexible scrotal skin allowed her to pull them over eight inches from his crotch before the sac became tensioned and the skin tightened around each testicle, becoming almost transparent as it stretched tight and shiny, every contour of his testes showing through. Separating them widely, she turned them in her hands until she could feel the junction of the spermatic cord on each ball. Placing her thumb over each connection, her hands closed slightly, trapping his firm young organs securely in each fist.

She hesitated and again looked him in the eyes, her expression softening slightly. If only things could be different, she thought. This gorgeous young man with his oversized genitalia would be a catch for any woman who enjoyed sex. Momentarily, she thought of lying with him on crisp white sheets, sucking his penis to a massive erection before spending hours of happy lovemaking, draining his bulging testicles of every last sperm.

Then she remembered her sister Petra bleeding from his assault, her cum stained clothing, her crying into the small hours, her anguish and outrage that sprang from his violence. Her eyes hardened and he saw it. Her could feel his vulnerable organs in her hands tightening slightly. He knew what was coming and he was very afraid.

“Pay back time,” she said, as her slim strong fingers began to close around his testicles, and the muscles on her forearms began to tension. Cold sweat was now breaking on his forehead as the fear of her intentions overwhelmed his mind. And then the pain, roaring up from his groin, through his stomach and backbone, crashing up his body in an overwhelming explosion of excruciating agony, every muscle tensioning, sinews cording, back arching, lungs bursting – and this was only the beginning of Alexa's repertoire of inventive tortures. Plus five move vengeful girls desperately keen to participate in his emasculation.

Alexa was in her element. One in each hand, she held the huge testicles of the smooth lithe young man firmly in her grip. Warm, firm and heavy, contained in a copious scrotum, she had them well separated as she applied all the strength she could muster in her slim hands. The soft skin of his sac squeezed out from between her fingers and she could feel the fibrous shell of each orb distorting in her fists, bulging out obscenely at each end as the bloated organs came under her fierce pressure.

The rapist’s body was arched upwards, his back lifted away from the workbench on which he was bound. Behind his gag of duct tape, his initial screaming had diminished to a plaintiff squeaking as the waves of unbelievable pain washed upwards from his groin and virtually paralysed his body with excruciating agony.

Alexa kept up her crushing of his testicles for almost four minutes. By then the sinews in her arms and fingers ached, and she felt cramps in her elbows from the exertion. Finally, giving them a final yank, she let his testes drop onto the wooden bench with a meaty thud.

“Phew”, she said, “that’s hard work, but I think I got his attention.”

The other girls looked on in awe as Tom Saunders body dropped down onto the bench, dripping with sweat from every pore. His breath rattled through his flared nose as he fought for air.

“Take the tape off his mouth,” Alexa instructed Jilly. “I think he’s past screaming the barn down now, and he is going to need al the air he can get.”

Jilly ripped off the tape in one swift movement, and his agonised panting eased as he breathed through his mouth. His eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut during his ordeal, now opened and he looked plaintively at Alexa.

“Did that hurt, Tom?” Alexa asked him quietly.

It took a few moments before he could answer.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Please, please, I ….. look what do you want from me?”

“Lots of pain, like you gave my little sister, and then we want your balls,” she replied. “There are five more girls here and I’ve asked them to be as inventive as possible in torturing your nuts, and they are each going to have their turn.”

“You can’t do this, it’s illegal,” he said.

“So’s rape.”

“Look, I’ll be missed, the police will be looking for me.”

“Oh no they won’t,” she grinned back. “Your parents are in Europe, and if you weren’t here you be getting pissed in Mike’s Bar. No one will miss you until Monday morning , and it’s only Friday night.”

“Look ….” He started.

“Shut up!” she spat back, “payback time continues. Who’s going to be next? Jilly, are you ready?”

Alexa had planned his ordeal with precision. Firstly, to make sure he was not missed over the weekend, and secondly, to make sure her team of girls all knew the action plan and all sang from the same hymn sheet.

Their objective was to torture him without mercy in revenge for her sister's rape. They also wanted to experience the enormous sexual pleasure that girls can obtain by applying CBT. They wanted Tom to believe that at the end of his torture, he would be castrated, although all the girls knew that there were no plans to emasculate him. Alexa's plan had been clearly defined. Think up some inventive tortures, hurt him as much as possible, terrify him that he would lose his manhood, but leave no permanent damage to his genitals.

CBT, oh yes. Alexa had asked all the girls to access the internet and learn as much as possible about this sub-culture. They were all fascinated with the subject and had read many of the postings and stories on the boards, and could not wait to participate in the 'real thing'. They had enjoyed reading the various comments about the posted stories, where reasons and motives were sometimes analysed by the regular readerships, often taking the stories too seriously, rather than having an enjoyable read and a good orgasm to follow.

Jilly walked between his legs and opened a small paper bag. “My brother at the TV repair shop put this little device together for our entertainment,” she announced. She took out two long hatpins with glass beads on one end, a small 9 volt battery, a short length of wire with crocodile clips on one end and a various connectors on the other, and a strange can shaped item.

“What the round thing?” Alexa asked.

“Evidently it's an ignition coil from a motor bike,” Jilly replied, holding it up. “9 volts from this little battery goes in here, and out of this cable comes high tension voltage in the thousands.”

She connected the wires together, popped on the battery and held the two clips apart by an inch.

Crack! Crack-crack-crack!

Bright sparks jumped between the clips.

“Wow!” exclaimed Petra, who was standing by the victim’s chest, gently kneading his rigid penis. Copious amounts of crystal clear lubrication oozed from his slit.

Jilly laid down her equipment on the bench and lifted his enormous testicles with her right hand. “Wow again,” she said under her breath as she felt the weight and warmth of this boy’s beautiful organs, now slowly swelling from Alexa’s squeezing. All the girls in the barn were gradually becoming increasingly moist between their legs. Two of them, including Alexa, had quietly experienced non-manipulative orgasms.

Deftly, she separated his left testicle and turned it in her hand, feeling for the right point to insert the hatpin.

“I’ve done my homework on the male reproductive organs,” Jilly announced. “and I need to avoid vital blood vessels so that bleeding will be avoided, other than a tiny pinprick.”

She squeezed his left orb down into the scrotum, stretching the gossamer skin until it reflected the light from its shiny surface. Picking up the first pin, she held the point to the skin of his sac, causing a slight dent. Every girl had her eyes transfixed on the point of this pin.

Then she pushed it firmly into the heart of his testicle.

His body rose upwards with an almighty jerk, and his breath exploded from his lungs.

“Aaaaaargh”

She then lifted the other testicle, and again hesitated whilst her audience watched with total fascination. Then she plunged it in firmly.

“Aaaaaargh”

“Jesus, I’ve just cum,” said Alexa breathily.

His body dropped back onto the bench, and Jilly clamped a crocodile clip onto the exposed metal end of each hatpin.

She turned to look at his anguished face. “Ready?” she said brightly.

“No, for crisake, please,” he gasped, “please, no more …..” His pleading stopped instantaneously as she popped on the battery.

The effect was extraordinary. His body became totally rigid. His breathing stopped as he held his breath. From within each testicle, several thousand volts flowed outward hitting every nerve ending and pain sensitive receptor that are so richly abundant in this part of a man’s body. From his mouth came a sort of gurgle, and his thick penis lifted from his stomach as spits of sticky clear liquid shot from the eye. All eyes watched as his urethra, already the thickness of a woman’s middle finger, suddenly swelled massively. The flared cockhead pulsed with life, the slit opened and a jet of semen a foot long erupted, arching into the air, and falling into his open mouth.

A second and third spurt, equally copious, followed the first, before his ejaculation slowed and the following jets laid trails up his chest. Slowly his swollen penis, dripping with sperm, descended back onto his stomach, bobbing in time with his rapidly beating heart. Jilly watched him carefully whilst the current flowed through his tortured testicals, and after 90 seconds, when his face began to turn very pale, she pulled the connection off the battery.

As the electrical flow terminated, he released a massive build-up of air that had been paralysed in his lungs. His own ejaculate ran over his lips as he struggled to catch his breath, and the remainder he swallowed with a grimace as he realised what was in his mouth.

“Was that supposed to happen?” asked Alexa.

“I don’t know, I’ve not done this before,” said Jilly, “but it was good though, aye?” She grinned, obviously pleased with her torture contribution. Then she pulled the hatpins out of his aching organs leaving just the tiniest spot of blood on each swollen testicle.

“Right,” said Alexa, breathing hard and taking command again. “Let’s get all this sperm wiped up, have a beer and five minutes rest, before we continue.” She looked down at her hapless victim. “How goes it, Buster? What do you think of it so far?”

“No more, please …” Tom panted, and his head lolled to one side whilst he took advantage of the break in proceedings.

“Who and what have we got next?” asked Alexa.

Fern came forward clutching a grocery store bag. “A bit of cock torture now,” she said. “We can let his lovely ballsies recover a little.” She took out a pack of cotton buds, a pair of rubber gloves and a small bottle containing a dark maroon liquid.

“Is that Tabasco?” asked Petra.

“Tabasco?” Fern looked incredulous. “I bought this in Mexico. It makes Tabasco look like mayonnaise in comparison. This stuff can burn through several layers of old varnish, and given time, through a three-inch thick oak door. One drop on your chilli con carne and the heat in your breath will rise up and be detected by the local Air Traffic Control radar. This little bottle contains over 6 pounds of concentrated Scotch Bonnet chillies that have been fermented in 100% alcohol and then …….”

“So it’s a tad hot, then,” Alexa interrupted her.

“Hot! About the surface temperature of the sun!". Fern turned to watch Petra wiping the last traces of semen from Tom's turgid penis. She took hold of the rigid shaft in her right hand and could feel his young heartbeat pulsing from within the meaty flesh. Her hand travelled upwards until she held the huge swollen helmet in her fingers and she ran the tips around the massive ridge of his corona. His cockhead felt as smooth as velvet, and slightly spongier that the hardness of his shaft, and reminded her of the size and feel of a ripe peach. Then she moved his ample foreskin over his glans and gentle masturbated him, drawing the skin back and forth.

Tom Saunders sighed as her ministrations overcame his impending fear. “We are going to spice up your cock,” said Fern mischievously. She pulled on her rubber gloves, opened the bottle of sauce, dipped in a cotton bud, and then, with her left hand, peeled back his foreskin brutally as far as it would go, distorting the plumpness of his glans, and causing his piss slit to gape widely, shiny with his juices.

Alexa took his testicles into her hands and began to twist them anticlockwise, as she watched Fern’s steady hand approach his sensitive urethra with her sauce soaked cotton bud.

“We’ll just pop this in your cock before we have a beer,” Fern said to him sweetly. “It’s just to stop you nodding off whilst we have a break.”

The stained end of the cotton bud pushed open the slit of his cock and she slid it in the full length of the plastic shaft. She then shook a few drops of the sauce onto his cockhead, rubbed it around thoroughly with a gloved finger, and then closed his foreskin over his glans, before gently laying his heavy shaft down onto his stomach.

For a few seconds, Tom's face showed no response. Then his eyes widened, his face grimaced with outrage, his lungs filled with air, his toes curled and his testicles pulled against Alexa’s twisting fingers.

“Take five, girls,” said Alexa, dropping his testicles and watching them unwind. "We'll just let that soak in for a few minutes."

The girls were rather longer than their intended five-minute break. In fact, nearer twenty minutes during which time they all sank three cans of strong cold beer taken from the ice box in the back of the pickup. Standing in the sun, giggling, they listened to the horrific squeals of pain from inside the barn. When these had died down to a gentle mewing, they decided to return to their victim.

Tom Saunders lay lashed on the bench, shiny with perspiration, and breathing coarsely. He turned his head towards the girls as her heard them enter.

“What …. er, I….,” he stuttered, “I can’t feel my cock. One moment it was burning and now its, well, …… is it still there?”

“Of course it’s still there, Tom,” Alexa answered. “Chilli acts as an anaesthetic eventually, after the initial pain. Perhaps we’ll fill your scrotum with this sauce before we remove your balls, then you won’t feel a thing. I’ve got a syringe somewhere,” she said, rummaging through her bag.

He turned his head away, sobbing heavily, as Fern pulled on the rubber gloves and removed the cotton bud from his desensitised urethra. Then, using baby wipes, she removed the remaining traces of the chilli sauce from his glans and foreskin.

“Don’t want this stuff on our hands, do we girls?” she said.

Alexa was looking around her team. Who next, she thought, then her eyes rested on Mavis.

“OK, Mav, away you go,” she smiled at the girl. She smiled prettily back, almost bobbing a curtsy.

Mavis was rather different to the rest of the girls. She was blond, baby-faced, tall, slender, long-legged and had absolutely huge breasts - FF cup was the rumour. Whilst her physical endowments were considerable, she was a girl of very little brain. Nonetheless, everybody liked her, especially the boys, and everyone said she had a heart of gold and would do anything for anyone. Known as Miss BJ at school, she had happily drained the testicles of any randy teenager who offered her his penis in the woods after school. They would frequently line up in an orderly queue, watching her beautiful mouth devouring yet another mouthful of rich young sperm from a rigid phallus, whilst the owner mauled her bountiful breasts. She swore it was the protein and amino acids in the gallons of semen she had drunk in the last three years of her schooling that caused her breasts to grow to such magnificent proportions. Amazingly, these great mountains of flesh were firm and upstanding, hardly requiring a bra. This she put down to all the exercise her tits got.

Unbelievably, in spite of her behaviour, nobody ever called her a slut. Not even the other more flat-chested girls. Somehow, they just saw her as providing a splendid and attractive service and keeping all the boys happy. She smiled her innocent smile at everyone and everyone smiled back. Even now, at twenty-one, she worked at the Muscles Fitness Center as a receptionist, and spent her days eyeing up gorgeous hunks building up their bodies and testosterone levels, and her evenings relieving some of these beautiful men of all their pent-up emotions by sucking out their bodily fluids in her inimitable way.

Mavis sauntered slowly over to the bench, her unfettered breasts wobbling gently above the knot of her tied shirt, her flat stomach exposed above her faded Levi’s. She leaned over Tom’s face so that he had an extraordinary view of her deep cleavage. Tanned by the sun, her freckled breasts were shiny with perspiration. Tom’s eyes opened widened like saucers.

“See anything you like?” she whispered huskily.

“They’re beautiful,” he croaked.

“And so are yours, sweetie,” Mavis said quietly. “Your cock and balls are the biggest and best I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen lots. What a pity we’ve not met before in different circumstances. Give me a night with your gorgeous cock and I’d suck your balls up through your urethra, it looks wide enough!”

He turned his head away, somewhat shaken by her crude remarks.

“I’m now going to move your nuts farther away from your body than they’ve ever been before,” she continued, turning and walking between his legs. From Alexa’s bag should extracted a short length of soft rope, a panel beaters mallet and an elastic bungee luggage strap. She placed these on his stomach and took hold of both his tender testicles. For a few moments she just gently kneaded the swollen orbs around in his scrotum, feeling the warmth and weight of his magnificent genitals. Her fingers pulled the firm organs down gently, stretching the gossamer skin of his hairless sac. With her fingertips, she felt for the spermatic cords and the blood vessels and squeezed them until he gasped. She sighed wearily, wishing she could just play with his beautiful body forever.

Taking the rope, she tied it loosely around his testicles and made a loop at the other end. Picking up the bungee strap, she hooked one end into the rope loop, and then pulled hard against the thick elastic, down to the end of the bench, and over the edge. The sinews in her forearms stood out as she pulled with all her strength until she snapped the other hooked end into a shackle on the barn floor.

“Uuuuuurrrg,” gurgled from Tom’s throat, as tears formed in his eyes.

Tom’s testicles we pulled as tight as a bowstring. All the girls studied the stretched flesh of his scrotum above the rope. Mavis dived into the bag and took out a jar of pure lanolin. Taking a large glob of the cream, she started to massage it into the taut rope of straining skin. As the girls watched, the skin absorbed the lanolin, softening and becoming more pliable, and they watched his testicles move gradually further away from his crotch. Mavis continued to massage the cream into his lengthening scrotum, until she had stretched them nearly ten inches from the root of his penis.

Tom’s breathing was becoming rapid and gasping as the cords inside his sac were drawn as tight as guitar strings. Below the rope knot his sac was shiny with the strain of containing his tortured testicles, swelling and reddening increasingly from their abuse. He just could not believe the new agony that was flooding into his body. He felt as though his balls were being slowly drawn out of his abdomen, the spermatic cords rending and straining deep into his guts. Tom was beyond screaming now. All he could do was try to bear the excruciating pain. The idea of castration was beginning to appeal. At least the pain would cease. And then new, crashing, incredible agonies burst up his spine and into his head like a thundering freight train.

Mavis had picked up the mallet, turned it to use the leather-padded face, raised it back to her shoulder and smashed it down on his testicles.

“For crisake, Mav, you’ll burst them,” exclaimed Petra.

“They are tougher than you think,” Alexa commented, “but Mavis, don’t do it any harder, we want them to last until we’ve all had a go.”

Her hand went up again, and she brought the mallet down firmly on his balls. The girls watched in morbid fascination as they saw these huge swollen orbs distort momentarily as they were crushed against the wooden bench. None of the girls had ever seen such a sexually exciting sight. A beautiful young man with incredible genitals laying helplessly in front of them, his enormous testicles swollen and shiny, the sac stretched over them so tightly that it was translucent, his massive penis drooling pre-cum onto his chest, and here, a gorgeous huge breasted girl laying into his balls with a mallet as though she was possessed.

The girls had all had orgasms except young Jacqui. She had stood at the back, watching the proceeding quietly. A calm, sweet natured, but rather plain girl, she had been amazed by the ferocity of the tortures the other had administered. Racked by penis envy, she had for years been fascinated by these fleshy appendages, but her shyness and unattractive features had resulted in few encounters with male genitalia. And now, lying in front of her was the longest and most beautiful cock she had ever seen. Her shyness overcame her reticence, and as Mavis’s mallet once more pounded into his ever-stretching testicles, she moved over to his chest and lifted his meaty shaft upright.

Whilst the other girls gasped, she dropped her head and took the end of his turgid penis into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked hard on the spongy cockhead, drawing strings of salty pre-cum onto her tongue. Using both hands on his long shaft, one above the other, she began to squeeze hard and masturbate his rigid manhood ferociously. Without delicacy or passion, she beat his penis mercilessly, her hands pounding up and down whilst her mouth moved over his flared corona ridge like a piston.

The others were gobsmacked at her sudden intervention. Mavis had her mallet in the air, frozen and ready to strike, whilst the others gaped with open mouths as Jacqui blew his penis with energetic abandon.

Tom was grunting and gurgling, finding it difficult to work out one feeling from another. His balls were being racked from his body, someone was smashing them with a hammer, and now someone else was almost ripping the skin of his cock with her hands as her mouth fellated him. Nevertheless, the abuse he had suffered could not stop the youthful testosterone of his teenage body surging through his loins, and he felt another massive orgasm approaching.

Mavis, for all her dumbness, had noticed his impending orgasm too. As was usual in the male, his body was trying to pull his testicles up under his penis as his orgasm neared. His balls, now stretched unbelievably nearly a foot from his body, could not retract at all. But she saw his tightening cords and tendons in the taut neck of his scrotum and waited, mallet poised in readiness. The other girls held their breath, realising her intentions.

Jacqui continued savagely pumping his organ, feeling its rigidity increasing and the plump cockhead swelling as his body tightened and his toes curled. She felt a small spurt of pre-cum shoot onto her tongue and began to increase her suction.

At the very base of his thick shaft, below Jacqui’s beating hands, Mavis watched the thick urethra intently. As his back lifted and he held his breath, she saw the pipe in his penis swell obscenely as his thick teenage semen began its journey up the shaft.

Blam!

As the first burst of teenage cum shot into Jacqui’s mouth, Mavis brought down the mallet hard on his testicles.

Blam!

Lifting her hand back like lightening, she watched his urethra swell with each rope of ejaculate, and she slammed down at the precise moment of his pumping orgasm.

Six times his urethra expanded, six times she hit his testicles, six times his breath exploded in orgasmic agony, and six times Jacqui swallowed his boy cream. Her long awaited orgasm crashed through her body as she stood up, cum dripping in long sticky festoons from her mouth, cascading down her dress, her face pink with orgasmic flush. Her lips were tingling from the slight remaining traces of chilli she had sucked out of his urethra.

Everyone, including Tom, suddenly released their breath in a huge synchronised rush. The girls’ faces were hot and shiny, their breasts heaved as they panted in the heat, and they looked at each other in amazed disbelief.

“Shit!” said Alexa, rather unnecessarily.

Mavis unhooked Tom’s testicles from the bungee, and they all watched as the heavy orbs slowly moved along the bench towards his groin, as his scrotum recovered from its stretching.

“Time for another beer, I think,” suggested Alexa, “and give Tom a drink too. His bodily fluids will need a top-up.”