Popped!

“I warned you. Now, I’m going to pop you!” She laughs then, and I see that she is serious and the feeling of terror overwhelms me. Oh God...she’s pissed, and it was only a fuck. She wanted it even! God, I didn’t even finish fucking her, and now, NOW I’m here, tied down in her garage and SHITTTTTTTTTTTT, oh the pain the pain the pain!!!! I thought she just wanted to tie me up, to finish the game and to ride me to ecstasy. Oh God! How could I be that stupid? Now I am tied up with my arms and legs spread wide and she is rubbing her pussy as she holds the wrench, enjoying my misery and her control over me. I am sweating, and I look down, down there, and GOD my nuts are flat! She has them pressed between the two clear plastic panels, and they are flat and distorted and oh-so-vulnerable.

“Please”, I beg her, oh “PLEASE don’t....no more no more no more. I didn’t mean it! You said you wanted to do it! I’m SORRY!!!!”

It is clear my yelling is falling on deaf ears. My nuts can’t take anymore. I’m just nineteen years old...oh GOD she slides the wrench into her pussy and then back out, in and out. Finally, she takes the wrench out and then uses it to turn the bolts and I watch and see my balls flatten even more. I buck my hips, desperate to get loose, to relieve the pressure, to stop the pain that seems to transcend time. There is no safe word, nothing I can say or do to stop this madness.

She looks in my eyes saying nothing, and then as I watch she again turns the four bolts one full turn, and she is laughing as she does it. I buck my hips with a new desperation, thrusting the air even...my cock so hard it juts out and up with an eagerness that cannot be explained. I am delirious with the pain! I look down, at my balls, and can see they are being flattened so much already and are so distorted it is clear they cannot take much more. My dick bounces and pulsates to my heartbeat, the big end so purple and huge and flared, almost as if it is attempting to grow harder in order to save my balls. Her anger seems to feed on my cock, and as it grows she occasionally touches it and chastises me for wanting to use it against her. She wanted it for God’s sake! She did she did she did! She asked me to come home with HER! God!

She has the wrench and uses it again to fuck herself. Then, she withdraws it dripping with her juices and puts it up against the bolts and as she begins again to turn them again I am screaming at her then, begging at the top of my lungs for mercy. I do not want to lose my testicles, the essence of everything that has made me a man. I scream, and she laughs, her tits bouncing as she uses the wrench to turn the bolts again, one after the other. I can’t believe my balls! The half-inch thick plates of Plexiglas that are crushing my balls have consumed me, and it is all I can do to look and stare and scream. She is straddling me and her pussy is open and wide and next to the Plexiglas that holds my balls. There is nothing else, just my balls and her pussy and the plates.

Suddenly, my cock is spewing out my semen, the white ropes of cum just shooting out, flying out of my dick as if somehow in doing so they could relieve some of the pressure on my balls. It doesn’t work that way, and if anything the pain intensifies as I ejaculate. She is laughing as I shoot my wad. Her laugh is deep and throaty, and she seems to relish the sight as my dick shoots my seed up and onto my naked belly.

My flat stomach is ripped with the horizontal lines I have made at the gym, and I twist and turn and struggle, jerking against the restraints that bind me, a useless gesture that seems to intensify her demeanor. As I shoot she starts turning the bolts continuously...a full turn...then another, and then another and I scream and buck my hips even harder and still I shoot my load. It seems to go on forever.

I don’t know when it happens.....but I’m still shooting when the first ball ruptures. It just suddenly can’t take it, and it literally explodes under the Plexiglas, almost as if the insides are spewing out with my load. She doesn’t stop when it happens. Instead, she laughs and continues to turn the bolts. She is running her tongue over her lips as she uses the wrench, licking them and her lips glisten wide and red and oh-so-kissable. Her nipples are points, and her eyes are wide and glazed.

I am yelling then, with a cry so shrill that it doesn’t even seem to be human. I scream, and I pray, and I beg for mercy. I am crying like a kid then, crying for mercy and for help. The tears flow like a river and I am suddenly crying for my mother. I want somebody to save me from the pain my balls have become. I even find in my desperation that I am praying that the pain will put me out.

It doesn’t, and as I buck my hips and pump out the last of my seed, I look down and then suddenly feel the other one let go. It makes a popping sound this time, reverberating off the plastic panels, and as I watch, the inside of my ball just turns to mush and spews out with a vengeance in all directions. She laughs so loud when it happens, and as she laughs I scream louder than I have ever screamed. I want to vomit at the sight and the feeling in my stomach is so deep and primal I feel I am dying. The goo that was my balls is just blasting out like the insides of two huge grapes that have been crushed flat. Still, she just keeps turning the bolts until the plates finally just come together and the bolts cannot be turned anymore.

She suddenly screams in ecstasy and then she is cumming. The orgasm racks her body and her pussy is so wet it’s flowing and her wetness oozes from her slit. It doesn’t matter at that point. My balls are gone forever and my manhood has been crushed to nothing. I look down, one last time, at the flat plates that have come together. What was my balls has been turned to liquid and the mush is oozing out between the plates that have been brought together. I am crying then, crying as I see her wet pussy dripping while the last of my semen runs wasted off my flat stomach and my final boner shrivels to nothing. She really did it. She “popped” me.

[Authors note: © Copyright May, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]