Henry's bachelor party, Prologue 1, High school era gathering

As I promised a couple of days ago, here goes. I'll post the first part now and read the rest through still once. If you want quick busting, I don't recommend this one.


To the Reader

First, I want to warn you that my first language isn't English. All the blame for grammatical and spelling errors still belongs to me. I have tried using one to three spell-checking tools, depending on the part of the story, but something always slides through. My primary language is one without gender-specific pronouns, so there might be some errors related to them. You can thank Grammarly for the text being as readable as it is.

I have let myself understand that a warning about other fetishes described in the story is polite. There will be at least chastity, threats of castration, public nudity, shaming, edging, and probably various other activities related to domina-sub dynamics.

I also used numerous euphemisms, slang words, and other curiosities after I got fed up writing words like cock, balls, nutsack, and pussy. I enjoyed finding them and hope they won't prevent anyone from reading this story.

This story will be dozens of times longer than I thought initially. I started to write a short prologue for a ballbusting tale about the main character's Bachelor party. But I soon realized it might mean writing a novel. I don't know if I'll ever finish this monster, but here's the beginning of the lengthy tale anyway. I'll divide the prologue into at least two parts and three posts because Reddit has a 40 000 character limit for text-only posts. I might even write more prologues if I get carried away again.

The start was difficult. I'm a perfectionist and didn't want to write in a random setting. You'll soon guess where I'm from when you start reading this story. But for a milieu, I wanted something that a wider audience knows. I checked what part of America has likely the most relatable population for me. I have yet to learn about the bilingualism fact I wrote about. However, at least I know there are still some older people in the area who speak one other language better than English. I made plans with different map services. I checked all the schools' information in the area and planned my characters to fit into place. All the schools' sports teams mentioned in the story, as do the colleges, exist in real life and have the mentioned programs, or did when the story's timeline took place.

Choosing the setting for my story took a while because the whole planned story takes place at least in three different locations. Therefore I took a shortcut with my characters and based them on my school friends over a decade ago.

Meaning that all the places and half of the characters are real ones. So are the chastity devices described in this prologue.

This is about my third post to Reddit, including both accounts (No need to tell everyone everything about me), so please don't lynch me if something isn't as you have been used to.

All types of feedback are welcome, while ideas on how to write better are the most welcome.








Henry's bachelor party, Prologue 1, High school era gathering



I (my name is Henry, by the way) have lived my whole life in Redridge, Michigan. It's a small community on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The area is practically bilingual, as half of the population has descended from Finnish immigrants.

My father built a house for us when he married my mum. He made it as Finnish as possible. We had an indoor sauna, dish drying cabinet, vestibule, and many other Finnish things, which were curiosities in America.

Finnish homes virtually always have a utility room with three doors, one to a bathroom, one to other parts of the house, and the last is a back door. The utility room also serves as a changing room. The sauna is always behind the bathroom. Half the time, the kitchen and the living room are a single space, and a separate dining room is a rarity.

I was raised mainly like a Finn and less like an American. That included removing shoes when coming indoors in Finnish homes, being openly naked in a sauna with other people, learning that silence, even with other people, can be comfortable, and many more things that may sound somewhat weird to other Americans.

The thing that usually amazes other Americans most is Finnish sauna culture. My whole family had gone to a sauna together to the point when I, as the oldest child, had turned ten years old. That was the age at which parents thought it was reasonable to separate different sexes. My siblings, who were still under that age, got to decide whether they wanted to go to the sauna with mom or dad, but for those over that age, there was no option to go with the opposite sex. I partially understand them, but I believe in more freedom. If everyone's okay with it, there's no problem.

Most of the other Finnish families went to a sauna as a whole family regardless of their ages. But my family was on a bit conservative side, and things were as they were. Finns have, in most ways, a practical and natural stance towards nudity. It is part of life and doesn't always need to be sexual.

My early years in school were quite miserable as I was shy, and the other children often bullied me. I went to Houghton High School and made most of my friends there, and the bullying also ceased now that I had friends around me. I was still the quiet kid, but most of our group were Finns also and quiet themselves, so I didn't stand out from the rest. There were seven other people in my friend group.

Jack and Lorna were twins and both blondes. Jack was athletic, blond, and on the school's Baseball team and was quite skinny for a baseball player. Lorna was also blond and was playing in the school's volleyball team. She was short but compensated for what she missed in height in technique and was outstanding in passing. Her breast size was average, something like C.

Jenny, Paul, and Larry were all on the swimming team. All of them are pretty sporty, and Jenny had F-sized boobs. I sometimes wondered how much they slowed her down in the water.

Ann and Susan were twins too, and the only ones in the group that weren't of Finnish origin. They were from German descendants. Both were originally brunettes, but Ann mostly had bright red-dyed hair, and Susan dyed her hair blue. Ann had maybe C cups and Susan Bs. Ann and Susan were my best friends as none of us was on any sports team, so we had more time together. Strangely I didn't have a crush on either of them during my school years.

Our group had strong bonds, and we gathered almost every weekend somewhere to have fun. And as can be expected from teenage boys, half of our group was more or less vulgar with our language. And over time, it stuck to girls also, at least when they were with us. We Finns have never been very decently talking people, and the German twins unexpectedly were the worst of us. We chatted openly about our dating experiences and occasionally even some sexual adventures.

Usually, when someone's parents were at home, we gathered there on Saturday to drink and have fun.

When we next time gathered after everyone turned 18, it was in Larry's parent's house. Their sauna is a big one and can easily fit eight adults. The tradition of our mixed sauna began with a playful dare. We planned to warm up the sauna anyway and go there in two groups, boys first and girls then, but then someone suggested a game of truth or dare. Susan chose a dare, and Larry dared her to bathe with the boys.

Germans have an even more open sauna culture than we Finns, or the twins just happened to be shameless. When Larry shouted, "Sauna is ready," our German girls almost sprinted to the utility room. When we boys, a bit hesitant followed them, we saw a next glimpse of them when we reached the sauna.

But back to the sauna. Ann and Susan sat on the upper bench opposite the door and leaned against the wooden wall. Their feet were on the same plane they were seated in, and both had them located a shoulder width apart. They were almost in a birthing position, and only their backs were slightly more upright. When we opened the door to the sauna, two beavers were staring at us precisely at our eye level from behind their ankles.

All seven of us had guessed that Larry wanted to see Susan naked, but none of us had imagined that she'd unfurl her pussy like that and no less than with Ann.

Ann had devised a small revenge after she heard Larry daring Susan to sauna with boys. And now they were executing their plan in front of us.

The view was so unbelievably filthy that I'd never want to forget it. We stopped at the doorway to stare. I felt my cock twitching, and others had very likely the same kind of sensations. "Haul your arses inside! The heat is escaping!" Ann snarled to us. We obeyed and stepped inside, closing the door behind us. There was still no sign of Jenny and Lorna in the bathroom.

"It's not courteous to keep staring, hoist your asses to the benches," Susan commanded and continued with the same breath, "And keep your hands in order, or the next game we play is whack-a-mole!"

"I prefer its distant cousin, whack-a-sack," announced Ann while we complied hastily and sat on the benches. Everyone, even the girls, let our eyes wander wherever we wanted to until we heard Jenny and Lorna entering the bathroom while talking about their crushes.

"Maybe we should cut the act." Susan said, "The girls might not have the courage to step in the woods this dense." she continued while scanning our tree trunks. They lowered their feet to the lower bench, and soon the warmth of the sauna melted our stiffened members.

The ambiance relaxed slightly, and suddenly I devised a master plan. My cock was still partially hard from their show, and I had drunk enough beer to blame intoxication for the following events. I jumped spread-legged in front of the girls and wiggled my hips furiously. "Look at my helicopter!" I shouted.

"Just cover your shame," Ann snapped to me.

"Shame? I have the biggest balls of our bunch!" I defended my manhood.

"If you don't take that baby carrot out of my reach now, I will soon admit they are the biggest ones... right after I make them swell to double their current size." She threatened me.

"You're just wasting your breath. You won't dare to…" my sentence cut short. Susan's hand was fast as a striking cobra. Her thumb and forefinger had made a tight noose above my nuts, trapping them to the bottom of my nutsack.

I am proud of my low-hanging fruits. I have even used some three-inch wide stretchers for enjoyment. And have a one-pound steel ball weight hidden in my wardrobe at home. Now all the stretching paid back. It was an easy target for Susan, making handling my balls much more straightforward.

"Want to take care of the other one?" Susan asked Ann.

"Just give it here," Ann gnarled, and I watched as they both took a similar hold of one of my bollocks. Their thumbs and forefingers made two tight nooses around my scrotum, separating my nuts and preventing their escape upwards. Their fingers pulled my ballsack tight enough to stop the orbs from rolling around their palms and dodging whatever was coming their way.

"We don't like loud noises, and a sauna isn't a place for them anyways. If you scream, we will rip your dangly bits off, and one of us will wear new earrings tomorrow." Ann warned me.

I would have enjoyed the choreography of their movements if I hadn't started to regret my decision a while ago. They were executing their motions eerily simultaneously. If their hair had been the same color, I might have believed to see a horizontal mirror and one girl instead of two. It was like they had executed the same moves thousands of times. I started to fear that my fertility rate might be plummeting soon.

I quickly put the base of my left thumb between my teeth. It would quiet my voice and was probably the least painful part of my arm or hand to bite accidentally. I tried to brace myself as they both positioned their free hand's thumbs against my orb.

Ann continued, "Most have fainted before our thumbs haven't been halfway through their plums. Are you ready? Stupid question, of course, you aren't. But let's do it anyway. On the three, one, two, THREE!"

I was somewhat sure they wouldn't cripple my reproductive organs, but what they said still made me tremble with fear. What if I'm wrong? What if they use too much force accidentally? Ann's speech was undoubtedly a prelude to the most excruciating anguish I've ever had.

Suddenly they were both squirming with laughter. My family jewels were dangling free and still intact. I heard three relieved exhales from behind me. I slowly removed my hand from my mouth. "You should have seen your face," Ann giggled. Jack, Paul, and Larry had also watched the events unfold before their eyes, visibly terrified. They were now laughing with the girls as nobody was getting gelded anymore.

"Don't look so sour; you aren't currently singing a soprano aria" Susan tried to lift my mood without knowing that it was the reason I wasn't over the moon. "No fun in neutering boys; you can do it only once per boy," chuckled Ann.

"But a good kick…" Susan began and suddenly raised her leg with all the force she could muster. Her foot was still between mine and found its targets with chilling accuracy. I almost could imagine the first cracks appearing on the surface of my marbles at the moment of first contact. My low hangers traveled for a split second, raiding on top of her foot before being crushed between the top of her foot and my pelvis. I could imagine them shattering against my pelvis. "…is always funny," she concluded. I collapsed to the lower bench curling up to nurture my nuts and hide my growing member. The girls had ensured that boys would keep their respectful distance from them, but in reality, they made my plan also successful.

The sauna filled with laughter. Susan was right; an excellent low blow is dozens of times funnier to watch than the actual gelding of a man.

And then the door opened again.

"Fuck, we missed all the fun," I heard Lorna whine.

"Maybe we can make a rerun soon," Jenny considered watching me squirm.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Lorna was instantly aboard.

All the boys were dead silent.

"It isn't a proper rerun if the participants change," Susan said above me.

"How can we do that helicopter thing if he doesn't volunteer?" asked Ann.

"I can cope without," answered Susan. "but the thumb through a nut gag might not work a second time," she concluded.

"But it'll be even funnier if we can bribe him to spread his legs willingly for a kick from behind. I volunteer to do the kicking." Jenny said eagerly.

"Good," I thought sarcastically, "that makes at least five minutes more of 'squirming' before my boner settles."

"Hey, Henry! do you accept another kick to your bollocks if I give you a blowjob afterward?" I heard Lorna asking.

I pretended to ponder it shortly before answering, "I do."

After an hour and a half, everyone had gotten enough of the sauna and cooling down breaks (with beer) in the backyard (Larry ran once around the house butt naked, completing Susan's counter dare), had showered, and got dressed to some extent.

Everyone was still trying to cool down from the sauna, and everyone's attire was light. We guys had shorts, but not shirts, except Paul, who was in boxer briefs. Girls' clothes had much more variance. Ann and Susan had both booty shorts. Ann had a tank top, and Susan wore a crop top. Jenny had yoga pants and a sports bra showing a lovely midriff. Lorna was walking around in a T-shirt that barely covered the waistband of her Brazilian-style panties.

"Okay, it's ballbusting o'clock," announced Jenny. "Pants down, Henry"

"We spoke nothing about being naked," I argued.

"Appeal rejected. All the others saw your gonads swinging around the place when Susan kicked you. We want to see that too," She replied. My heart started to race.

"Seriously? Naked? That is not going to happen. I assume you'll soon ask me even to bend over, " I snapped.

"How about if I change that blowjob to anything you want?" Lorna asked.

"No, you'll need to develop something better," I said, immediately regretting my words. What better can Lorna even offer? She must have realized the same thing herself but quickly devised a plan. Her thumbs slid inside her panties and slowly lowered the front side of them while her hip swayed mesmerizingly. She stopped just before she would have shown a hint of her slot, but the swaying continued. "Are you sure?" she asked with her most seducing voice.

Damn, she truly wants to see me in agony. Does she have a ballbusting fetish too? I thought wildly inside my head. That doesn't seem to be average sustainability for an occasional fun-seeking nut kicker.

"I'll let you decide every aspect about my nut-kick if you add to your previous offer that the kicker is naked,"

"I'll manage that," promised Jenny, and my heart started to rise cadence.

"Can I watch?" I asked, waiting to get rejected, but Susan surprised me.

"Sure, it means that your cock will be out of the way when the nut smashing begins." She answered and gave a dazzling smile to me.

I saw a naughty smile on Lorna's face and hoped I didn't reveal too much earlier. She might guess I wanted a kick between my legs.

I stared at Jenny when she removed her yoga pants and the sports bra she wore. I enjoyed every extra I got above the incoming kick to the full. I might have even surrendered my nuts without bribes and bonuses, but that would have been too suspicious.

Soon I stood with my legs spread and slightly bent forward, my hands above my knees supporting my torso. Lorna was fussing around me and checking that everything was as she wanted. She checked that my testicles were at the right angle. Jenny took a couple of practice swings to see that we were at the proper distance from each other.

She whispered something to Jenny's ear, which made me wonder what was happening. She even massaged my nuts a bit to get them warm and saggy. That got me erect, but now it wasn't from the ball pain but from the loving touch of a high school girl, so there was nothing to hide.

After she had checked everything, Ann and Susanne appeared from somewhere to watch. The guys couldn't watch me giving my future parenthood away so lightly. They watched the Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift in another room. I remembered that it had some good-looking gals in it.

"Let's give you a sample of what you'll get later tonight. It should help your muscles relax, easing the pain a bit." Lorna lied to me smoothly and started to strip seductively.

She rubbed her tits through the T-shirt, squeezed them together to show even bigger cleavage, pinched her nipples to get them hard, and so on. I watched her performance with my hands resting on my knees, bending over just like she wanted. Soon she was raising her T-shirt slowly. "Oh boy, I like her boobs so much," I thought when she uncovered them. Then began a new round of tit rubbing and squeezing, and after that came some chest shakes while leaning backward. Her boobs jiggled desirably. My cock was now rock hard. I was ecstatic watching the striptease show taking place before my eyes.

Lorna turned around and twerked for a moment. She slid her panties slowly down her ass while swaying her hip. I watched their slow journey down her juicy ass impatiently, waiting for the love cavern to become visible. Finally, I saw a glimpse of pink, and my cock became painfully hard. She slowly, slowly revealed the rest of her slit, and it crossed my mind briefly that my cock was in greater danger of bursting today than my testicles. The show in front of me continued. She bent over to almost double, her face almost on the level of her knees. She reached to her ass with both hands and stretched her ass cheeks so that her pussy opened. I saw her inner lips and the moistness of her inner labia. She left her left hand where it was, reached between her legs with the other, and started to rub her clitoris. She moved her left leg a bit, and her panties dropped to her ankles.

Then my balls exploded into an ocean of pain. Her dropping panties was the pre-arranged sign she had whispered to Jenny. She intended to get me so much in heat that I would forget the kick. Unforeseen kicks are the most painful, and this was the only way she could make this one such. I wasn't angry or felt betrayed. I admired her ingenuity. And she was enjoying this moment, her eyes between her legs and caressing her clitoris. She had a great view of my berries, even if upside down
and had undoubtedly seen everything that happened in the past second.

Jenny kept her shin against my pelvis, her foot covering my crotch area from the front and preventing my access to my nuts like an ultimate dishonor to my demolished eggs. I saw Lorna's pussy oozing love nectars and them starting to run downward towards her abdomen.

My hands awkwardly tried to find their way to my nuts, but they could only find Jenny's foot. My knees bent together and trapped Jenny's shin between my thighs. I collapsed to the floor with the foot that caused me so much agony still trapped between my thighs, and Jenny was hopping on one foot, trying to stay upright. She started to shake her leg to free it, and every shake got electric shocks to travel from my balls to my abdomen. I released her leg quickly.

She started to giggle when she got free. "I didn't know it would be this fun. Thank you, Lorna. And especially thank you, Henry!"

"My pleasure," I managed to answer, and all four girls laughed. But I saw a realization flash in Lorna's eyes, and I knew that my secret wasn't only mine anymore.

When others left to join the guys, Lorna crouched beside me, almost reaming her soaked beaver against my face, and said, "Ready when you are."

"So it seems," I answered, and she chuckled. It still took me almost seven minutes to get to my wobbly legs. We headed towards Larry's parent's bedroom, Lorna supporting me.

There wasn't anything extraordinary in the bribe Lorna gave to me. We had both experienced our most arousing moments in the living room, and the highest heat was long gone. We both came quickly the first time and decided to continue. For the second round, Lorna squeezed my nuts like a hydraulic press while I moaned in agony into her pussy. I cummed long before her and had almost reached my third orgasm, my balls still in a crushing squeeze, when she got her second one. After catching her breath, she winked at me and left with a mischievous grin, knowing that I needed to nut still once more, or the blue balls would make my night even worse. Wanking wasn't a good experience either because my nuts were so sore that with every pull, my hand's light touch against my balls sent pulses of pain into my abdomen. I managed to nut anyways and emerged back to the living room.

Later that night, all eight of us made a pact that we won't have any more orgies and would concentrate more on our common interests. That calmed down the gatherings to an almost modest level. We all wanted to continue with a mixed sauna, which was the beginning of the tradition. There were no more incidents like this one. But occasional, more or less intentional, flashes and glimpses were given and received almost regularly. Though, for my liking but far less to other males, playful nut checks became more common. And Lorna seemed to enjoy them to the same extent as I. How coincidental that my nuts got harder than average nut checks when Lorna was in a playful mood.

To my knowledge, Lorna had kept my secret, but some of our group may have guessed it. Anyways nobody has spoken about it with me. Lorna and I didn't have any actual sessions after that. Later she found a boyfriend and wanted to be loyal to him. Once, twice or even a couple of times, I noticed him walking funnily and guessed that Lorna had had a sexy time with him. I was happy for her.