Aunt Vicky

Aunt Vicky glanced at her nephew. An attractive, large breasted woman of 32, she loved the boy but was quite concerned about how his hormones were now changing their relationship. He was almost 17 and she'd caught him glancing at her firm, jutting breasts several times. Admittedly, she enjoyed wearing flimsy demi-cup push-up bras under tight shirts - perfect tools for selecting men in need of clinical "taming" at the correctional facility where she worked. Her suspicions were confirmed; his sac was gigantic, hairless, and rested heavily on her silky sheets. Through experience, she knew that men with large testicles needed to be dealt with immediately.

She entered the room, smiled at the young boy and sat next to him, her breasts heaving slightly under her cute, tight shirt. "Billy," she softly spoke, "you do know how much I love you, don't you?" The semi conscious boy smiled and nodded at his lovely aunt. Despite his drugged state his penis began erecting at the sight of his beautiful aunt sitting so close to him. Vicky smiled again, aware of his struggle not to look at her jutting breasts, and continued: "It's time I performed a little procedure on you Billy…" Billy felt his aunt gently place her hands under his fat scrotum, lifting his heavy nuts. "Your testicles are just too big and heavy…" She smiled sympathetically.

Try as he might, the sight of her large, tightly clad breasts and the feel of her hands lifting his heavy balls caused his penis to erect fully. "You poor thing…" was all she said, calmly holding his penis away from his sack.... "You've been fantasizing about my breasts, haven't you Billy?" she asked softly, hefting his balls as if measuring their weight. He groaned with embarrassment - the drug in his drink kept him docile while mounting his arousal. "Your penis just can't control himself, can he?" she asked rhetorically, squeezing it gently just beneath its head.

He saw Aunt Vicky remove a device from her nearby table - it looked like some sort of clamping tool - and he watched as if in a dream as she carefully placed his large, bloated sack into it.... "Your testicles are way overdue for this treatment Billy…" Squeezing the handles, his balls were pushed slowly to the bottom of his sack before he felt something closing tightly around the top of his scrotum. "There we are…" she smiled, "just getting your big boys ready." Looking between his legs, he saw his balls pressed into a tight, fat ball at the end of his now doubly crimped scrotal neck. As the drug took more affect, he lost interest in the tight clamps above his balls, focusing instead on at her massive breasts. Her small pink top contoured perfectly to her firm breasts, clearly revealing the half-cup push-up bra underneath.

"Without proper equipment, draining testicles this large is simply too messy…" She was holding them now, lovingly passing his straining lump back-and-forth between her soft, manicured hands. With a calm, 'I know what's best' look, she continued; "The machine I usually use for draining large testicles has a penis sleeve which pumps, sucks and drains all the sperm into a jar." She squeezed his nuts sympathetically, "but my friend wanted to try it on her horse, so I can't let you spurt." Giving a gentle smile she clarified: "I just don't want any on my new shirt…" she sighed and stuck her chest out, slowly moving her gigantic breasts from side-to-side, showing him exactly where she didn't want his sperm. God, he was so embarrassed! "There, there…" she cooed, cupping his heavy package in her left palm and pulling his balls forward. "There's no need for concern… I've nutted several men when they were nice and full …"

She hid her arousal well, placing a cute little pair of pink scissors between the tight crimpings on his nicely stretched scrotum. "Your balls feel so full…" she smiled. "I'll hold them nice and safe when I cut - the feel of a full set coming off in my hand is quite satisfying..." Billy was moaning with lust now, feeling her pull his nuts expectantly. "I'm going to count to 3 Billy…" she was squeezing now, "and then my scissors will give you a little snip." She made her point by gently squeezing the handles, allowing him to feel a slight compression of steel on his banded sack.

Pulling a little harder, she started to count: "One…," she was smiling warmly, her nipples erecting and sticking out just above the confines of her demi-bra, "Two…", she sounded almost motherly, "and there we are…" she whispered, squeezing the scissors firmly, easily severing his straining scrotal neck. His face was mix of horror and disbelief, watching her left hand pulling his nuts away. "That wasn't so bad, was it Billy?" she asked, holding them up in her manicured hands, level with her thrusting breasts. He watched in horrific realization as she squeezed them, feeling their density: "Feels like a big load in there - I bet you haven't cum in weeks!" she laughed.