Henry's bachelor party, Prologue 2, To the beach and back 2/2

This Is the third part of a "short" prologue I'm writing for my story. I recommend that you begin the reading from the first part, "Henry's bachelor party, Prologue 1, High school era gathering." I explained a bunch of things there. At least read the 1/2 part of this prologue first. This isn't even a second chapter, this is just a straight continuation of the first part. Reddit has a character limit for posts and it's the only reason why this post is in two parts.


Henry's bachelor party, Prologue 2, To the beach and back 2/2

Both girls smirked, and I noticed that the boys looked strangely quiet. "I hope you two were as eager as he is," I heard the redhead girl say and saw her male partner beginning to blush. "At least we don't run around showing off our cocks to all bypassers," the boy tried to defend himself.

The quartet had concluded that they could speak freely around us, as one of us was presenting breasts and pussy, and the other had a remarkably erect penis, albeit covered. Still, the blonde girl managed to take me by surprise by saying, "It might be a bit hard for you two to make a similar show while your cocks are in cages." As they walked past us, the boys looked mortified and continued towards their bicycles.

"I must get you to drool from lust, and your dick seep precum like a fountain. I want to give you an orgasm no one will ever triumph," Hulda said quietly, and I froze. What did she have in mind?

"Hey, guys! Do you really have cages on you? Can I see them?" She suddenly called after the quartet, and I felt like dying of embarrassment. How arousing a shame can sometimes be? She had a better idea of my fetishes than I did. The situation was unsettling but, at the same time, hot as hell.

"Sure thing," the blonde girl responded, and they turned back. We rose to a sitting position while they walked towards us. "Pants down!" the blonde ordered when the boys were before us. They were blushing but dropped their pants. Hulda and I both looked astonished at the sight before us.

Neither of their cages was an actual cage. The first guy was wearing a steel device best described as a chastity urethral sond. It had one somewhat bent steel bar going alongside his pecker on top of it. At his glans, the rod curved and ended at the tip of his penis. Another rod came out of his urethra and connected to the first one with a steel ball. It had two rings, one bigger behind his manly purse surrounding his ballsack and cock. And a smaller one at the base of his penis in front of his ballpark. A small lock on top of the two rings kept them together, preventing anyone unauthorised from releasing him. I wondered if the ring around his penis was small enough to act like a cock ring and make potential boners even more painful. The whole thing must have been two inches long at maximum, and I guessed that the cage might slip off without the sond. The guy must be a grower, I thought.

But the other chastity device was the one that got us astonished. It looked like nothing I had seen before. It was metallic and shaped just like a vulva. There were fixed vagina-shaped inner lips, and the top part kept the guy's penis against his lower stomach so that the frenulum, underside of the glans, and a portion of his shaft were visible through the opening in the middle. In the upper and lower end of the inner lips were horizontally attached threaded rods. On both sides of the middle section were outer lips designed to tighten against the inner lips with nuts in the rods. The skin of his scrotum was between the inner and outer lips on both sides, and his testicles must have been up in his inguinal canals. That part of his scrotum, which peeked between the lips, appeared to be holding the apparatus in its place.

The girls chuckled at our amazed expressions. I had forgotten the pain inside my scrotum. I had earlier realised it is possible when I find something my brain gets confused over. Usually, the pain returns as soon as the confusion subsides. "What on earth is that?" I asked while still staring at the penis-vulva.

"It's a vagina-shaped chastity cage for BDSM play. It's intended to convert male genitals as girlish as possible. As you can see, the head of his dick is even at the same place as clit is in a cunt. If you are willing to try it, Oxy-shop sells them," the redhead explained, and my cock started to throb again. It had already gotten painfully hard after Hulda squeezed my twin boys. The pain was also slowly returning to my family jewels, exciting me even more.

"May I feel them?" Hulda asked, and I froze yet again in front of her shamelessness.

"You're welcome, just don't bend the dick with the sond too much; we don't want any real damage or bleeding in the urethral," said the blonde.

I watched in awe while she groped first the sonded guy, turned his penis side to side, lifted it to see underneath it, and examined the metal ball at the tip. Then she moved her hand to his low-hanging balls and massaged them. I suddenly realised that I probably had a cuckold fetish, too, at least to some degree. My dick was again pulsating at the same rhythm as my heart. There would undoubtedly be a stain in my trunks if it weren't already there.

Then it was the other guy's turn. Hulda got a good feel of a scrotum pinned between the lips. I watched, mesmerised, as her hand slowly approached his glans-clit, brushing lightly against his rod and frenulum on its way up. Then she started to caress the guy's clit. When he was panting audibly, she stopped and pinched his frenulum. The guy yelped.

"It's a pity they can't endure that much ballbusting while caged. And that other cage prevents it totally. No fun in poking the abdomen; hoping to find one at random. They tend to move around too much. And with that other cage, you must make sure not to sway weenie around too much," the blonde girl said, winking at Hulda.

Suddenly I realised that she must have seen or heard the situation I was in moments ago, and she must have also seen the dripping juices in Hulda's white bikini crotch. She wasn't stupid and had counted one plus one in her head. She had figured out that Hulda got aroused squeezing my balls and was giving permission for Hulda to do some experimenting with a chastity device. The blonde touched the sond-guys inner shins lightly with her foot, and he spread his legs obediently.

Hulda got the hint, and I watched in awe as she clenched her hand into a fist and shot it to the first guy's low hangers. She aimed in the centre of his nads, and I got to watch from merely one and a half feet away the blow contacting his testicles. And what a blow it was! There was a loud thud, and the guy's nuts swung backwards in a long arch to hit his ass with a force that made an even more audible slap. His balls bounced back with still enough momentum to strike the steel ball at the tip of his cage. The guy grunted, exhaled loudly, and bent over a tad. I was surprised that he could keep on his feet. I was sure I wouldn't be standing after that punch.

Hulda started to giggle, "Heck, those dangly bits of boys are ludicrous when they are jiggling around. But that's enough for me. They and their balls belong to you, and let's keep it that way. I'm happy with mine," she said. She reached around me, laid her hand on my waist, and pulled herself onto my side. I had momentarily feared that she was going for my balls.

"Your boyfriend seems to like the things going on," said the blonde, and I glanced downwards. Sure enough, my trunks were faster drying fabric than Hulda's bikinis, and now that I have leaked precum for who knows how long, it had stained my trunks at the tip of my hard-on. It is now clear as day when the trunks were otherwise dry.

"I suggest we follow The Code of Hammurabi before we leave. An eye for an eye, a ball for a ball." Said the redhead, and I began to feel quite uneasy.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Hulda, and my heart sank as I heard curiosity in her voice.

Redhead spoke again, "You hurt both our slaves a bit; that means we will hurt your slave a bit, two times. To be more exact, we both will kick him into his family jewels."

"From behind, so he can't predict the hit," complemented the blonde.


"And kicks from behind have a reputation for being more painful, as it's easier to hit the bottom of the testicles and force applies lengthwise to them." continued the redhead.

I couldn't decide if the day was worsening or improving over time. It was as hot as hell to hear two sexy girls planning how to hurt my testicles the most. I had many new memories to milk myself for. But I was beginning to worry about my testicular health if things kept going in this direction. I hoped that Hulda would keep my testicles for himself. I remembered that the guy Hulda had whacked into his testicles could keep himself standing and must have been used to pain in his balls. The girls must have quite some experience torturing the guys' balls if their danglers could take that much. I shuddered.

Hulda briefly thought before answering, "I have some conditions we must meet before I accept." I did not believe my ears. She was bargaining with those two sexy girls about my gonads.

"I want Henry to be naked as you kick him, and I want to be sitting close in front of him watching it," Hulda continued, and my heart began to race. She was pleased to let random beachgoers kick my most sensitive parts and even revealed my name to them like I hadn't already been ashamed enough.

"Easily accepted," agreed the redhead.

Hulda made a passionate look at me and leaned to kiss my cheek. "My time to get off," she whispered to my ear, and with that, my little Henry got so hard it felt like it would detonate at any given moment. Somehow the thought of getting my balls hurt for her wasn't that unpleasant anymore. Kicks were terrifying me; my testes were sore from all the abuse they had gotten through during the day. And they will probably be tender for a couple of days. But the thought of Hulda getting a clam cramp while watching my ball agony got me indeed the hardest I had ever been. I wasn't far away from spilling my yoghurt there and then.

"Up you get," said Hulda and helped me to do so. With a graceful motion, she pulled my trunks to my ankles. I stepped out of my swimwear and moved in front of Hulda, who was already sitting on his towel and marvelling at my rigid cock and low-hanging testicles.

"I'll double my offer. You'll get head and the ride of your life if you can stay on your feet until the second kick is delivered," she promised quietly.

"After the second one, you can curl up all you want," she smirked at me and continued, "I have seen them kicking some spunk factories at school. I can tell you that they are accurate even through clothing. At least judging from the victims' reactions," she sneered. "I fancy to see how they do with unclothed targets."

She started to stare at my testicles, and I guessed that the first kick was coming soon. I didn't even know which seductress was going after my nuts first. I tried to brace myself as well as possible, but that wasn't much. How do you prepare for a blow from behind while your cherries dangle even more vulnerable below your hip than the real ones in a tree? I was waiting for my world to burst in pain. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I probably was whimpering a little.

Anticipation is the worst part of ballbusting, I have heard people say. That is a big fat lie. Though I admit, it might slightly depend on how hard you will get hit. The blow I took was hard. It was like ramming my nuts again into the bicycle's stem. My hands shot immediately to my crotch to protect my poor reproductive organs, and my knees started to wobble.

"Remember that ride," Hulda reminded me quietly. I glanced at her crotch to get some comfort from the situation. I saw her hand inside her wet bikini bottom, rubbing her clitoris furiously in front of four almost strangers. It was so trashy and thrilling that it gave me enough willpower to remain standing.

I watched the love of my life (she was then) getting extremely horny from my balls getting busted and masturbating in her translucent bikinis in front of me and our audience. It was so arousing that I got even enough courage to move my hands away from my crotch and onto my hips as if I was proudly displaying my cock and balls to Hulda. And in a way, I was. I loved satisfying her, and if she got off watching hot girls smashing my nuts, I could probably take it for her.

I looked down and saw that her hand had stopped, and she was again staring at my soon-crumbling eggs waiting for another kick to land into my bruised danglers. I could hear the girls behind me switching positions.

"Just to your knowledge, I once saw her split one unfortunate man's protective cup in karate training!" I recognised the blond's voice from a few feet to my left. So it must be the redhead now aiming at my balls. I heard a snicker behind me; the voice belonged to the redhead. I couldn't say if the blond girl was only trying to scare me, but she at least added to my anticipation.

"Bend a bit forward," I heard the redhead command and complied.

Hulda's hand was still, but she moaned audibly, aroused from my distress and watching my already well-beaten jewels shifting to an even more vulnerable position. Her nipples were trying to drill a hole in her sheer bikini top, and a stream of fluid was again running down towards her booty and drenching her bikini bum. My cock twitched, and I dripped some precum to her towel.

This time the anticipation was far more intense than with the previous kick. I saw a pink sneaker between my thighs. I almost dropped to the ground by sheer boyish reflexes before I realised the redhead was only aiming and didn't even brush my ballsack.

I was already sweating from the anticipation and pulsating pain in my stones. I realised Hulda was panting and saw the sneaker return to take a second aiming swing. I saw it slow down before impact and only lightly kiss my scrotum. I felt my cremaster muscles momentarily lift my balls as they tried to evade a possible danger.

Hulda moaned again. Her bosom was rapidly going up and down at the rate of her breathing, and her nipples were hard, maybe even more solid than my poor balls were at that point. The view got me leaking out another drip of precum. Two puddles were forming on her towel, one beneath each of us. The girls were playing psychological games with me.

Then I saw a rapidly moving sneaker under my balls, and it hit my ballsy sporran in less than a blink of an eye. I saw it contact my scrotum. She had extended her ankle and did not crush my balls against my crotch; she just hit them with tremendous force. I saw my two sperm-producing marbles accelerating rapidly, parallel to the direction of her kick. And my scrotum followed their trajectory. The shoe stopped when her leg crashed against my pelvis, but my balls continued their travel to the heights. I saw the seam of my scrotum hit my hard-on and stop there. But my nuts were still in motion. They continued up from both sides of my cock. As the skin of my scrotum was lagging under my cock they converted their linear motion to a circular one and collided together right above my shaft.

The pain came after I had seen it all. I immediately changed my mind about being able to take it for Hulda. I was in so much pain that I didn't even remember it was already the second kick. I couldn't think of anything; the pain was paralysing. Then I started to fall.

To my unlimited terror, I saw the sneaker appear a second time between my thighs. This time it was approaching my pelvis even faster. My marbles were still swinging back from their collision with my cock and each other, and they were just about to reach the other end of their arch somewhere near my ass when her shin contacted them. They travelled about an inch on top of her shin before squishing between her smooth shin and my pelvis. My thighs took care that my crown jewels couldn't escape even sideways. My falling stopped and changed to a short upward motion, that much kinetic force she applied through my little by little softening rocks. The pain felt multiplied by dozens.

She kept her shin against my balls like she was mocking one more pair of testicles she had shattered until I was halfway down. While I collapsed, I heard an explanation for why she had double-kicked me. "You would have been better to keep bent over when I said so." I must have straightened up by mistake. "The first one was only to get you bent over again, but I must have gotten a bit carried away." I heard her laugh heartily. I couldn't believe the friendly laughter could belong to someone who had just crushed a guy's balls twice in a second.

My eyes were still open when I collapsed and curled onto Hulda's beach towel. My head landed between her knees, and my eyes a couple of inches away from her cooter. It was a magnificent sight; it was flooding now even though her hands weren't touching it. I wanted to lick it but couldn't move an inch, only tremble. I had difficulties even with breathing. While shaking, sweating, and nurturing my male organs, I saw first convulsions starting to pump fluids out from her love den. She was having a hands-free orgasm; meanwhile, I had my most painful experience till that day. The juices were flowing through her bikini panties on every pulsation of her lovely cunt, and I managed to realise that she was squirting. The puddle on the towel underneath her was swiftly growing, and it crossed my mind that it would have been nice to taste it.

I had almost started to rub my cock when I saw Hulda squirting, but I could keep my hands off. I knew Hulda was planning something spectacular for the evening and didn't want to ruin the fun.

At the edge of my visible world was the redhead's crotch, and when she turned around to take her leave, I saw her undies. They were visibly moist in the area of her beaver.

"Crap, if all girls love nut kicking that much, it's no wonder the fertility rate in the States has dropped." I gasped. I wanted to lighten the mood somehow, and it was the best joke I managed in my condition without revealing what I had seen. All three girls burst into laughter, but the guys remained silent. They probably didn't find it that funny.

"At least your boyfriend seems to be a good sport." Said the redhead as she walked away. The two boys and the blonde were already walking towards the bike parking.

"Goodbye!" Hulda yelled and got byes from both girls in answer. Guys also said something that I couldn't hear. Maybe they were as ashamed of their beach trip as I was.

"Henry, you ought to at least twitch your dick for farewell if you can't wave," the redhead shouted before vanishing between the trees. I could hear two bursts of laughter coming somewhere from the woods. And so, we two were alone at the beach.

"Seriously, you should let me check your genitals, my mother is a doctor, and I plan to continue along the same path. I already have a good grasp of human anatomy," she reasoned, "… and all the time better insight into what male jewels can withstand… as long as your nuts still are intact after that last kick. It looked so powerful that I'm surprised your globes didn't convert to flat earthers," she chuckled.

I knew she was jesting, but I still squeaked when I remembered the redhead's shine shattering my marbles. "Please, please, be gentle this time," I begged her while I moved my hands away from my crotch. I knew I wasn't in any shape to resist her, even if I wanted to.

She gently separated my knees from each other, and I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs. She moved between my legs and softly caressed my testicles, simultaneously palpating them. "Nothing out of the ordinary considering the situation," she told me, and I sighed in relief. "They have almost doubled in size from swelling, but nothing I haven't seen before," she continued.

"What?!" I exclaimed when her words reached my consciousness.

Hulda laughed and began her story about the swollen ballsack, "One time, my older sister didn't know I was at home while she was having some fun with her boyfriend in her room. I listened to them and could tell from the sounds that the boy's sack was having a rough time. It sounded like the boy was having a good time instead, so I didn't intervene but continued to listen and get aroused. I heard words like ball-crusher and humbler, which I needed to google afterwards. I think the guy came twice or thrice during their fun."

Hulda continued her story, "Then I heard my mom's car in our driveway, and so did they as the action in her room stopped. My mom got inside and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Soon I started to hear worried sounds from my sister's room, and they grew stronger. My sister was worried about something, and the boy tried to soothe him. I couldn't hear the words, but the tone of their voices was clear enough. Suddenly the door to my sister's room burst open, and I could see my sister dragging her boyfriend from his penis toward the kitchen. My mother had gotten to the living room, and my sister dragged her boyfriend straight in front of her."

Hulda's story continued, "My sister was freaking out. 'Did I break his balls?' she screamed. As a doctor, my mother kneeled before him and started to palpate his sack. I have never seen anyone as red as he was at that point. Finally, my mother ended the examination and explained to them that there was nothing wrong with his lower end, only some bruises and quite a lot of swelling, and everything should be back to the earlier state within a couple of days. I watched through the door's crack, and I can assure you that his sack and testicles were SWOLLEN. It almost looked like he'd had two oranges inside a red and blue shopping bag. His nutsack had swollen to the size of a melon."

A smile appeared on Hulda's face when she continued, "And like the little shit I am, I got an idea that got me in trouble. I jumped out of my room and started to point at his crotch and laugh. The boy, I can't even remember his name, ran back to my sister's room, his legs spread and his junk swinging around like a pendulum. It must have been painful; his swingers slapped one of his thighs at every step. My sister was so angry she almost hit me; Mum's presence saved me from it. But I got grounded for four weeks. Can you imagine? Four-week grounding at the age of eighteen for a little stupid joke. It was twelve initially, but they got fed up with me."

She was still rubbing my testes, and I had been so interested in her story that I had forgotten we were. "Maybe I should get my swimming trunks before somebody comes if I can fit them over that totem pole," I mentioned towards my still rock-hard erection.

"Don't ruin our little fun," Hulda said, squeezing my nuts a little to see my reaction. I jolted like I had received an electric shock.

"Ouch, I call for caution down there. My nads are still sore as fuck." I objected. "If you don't happen to remember, they have had a harsh day. They have crushed against my bicycle, you have punched and slapped them already twice, almost squeezed cum out of them, and some random girls have given them three bone-shattering kicks. As sure as you are that my boys are still standing firm, I'm not so sure anymore."

I almost slipped that I'd bet they couldn't withstand any more abuse, but I managed to shut my mouth. Hulda would have checked my bluff, so charming ballbusting seemed to be for her.

"At least they didn't shatter your boner," Hulda sneered, "and speaking of which," she leaned forward and took my entire shaft in her mouth. I could feel my tip entering her throat, but she didn't gag. Her tongue titled my prick, and I almost shot my load. She had become very skilled in predicting my orgasms. She stopped.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth and throat kept me on edge for a long time. When she pulled her head off, there was a loud smack when her lips parted from my glans.

"Can't you just finish me off?" I complained.

"Later," she said and once again slapped my nuts. "That was just for laughs," she explained.

"I ought to get my trunks before any families get here. If you don't remember, there's a public beach a mile south of here, and people tend to wander," I explained.

She couldn't deny my logic, and I crawled to get my trunks; I couldn't rely on my legs.

"Do you mind if we move your rewards tomorrow or even to overmorrow?" she asked after a quiet moment, "I have some excellent ideas, but I'd need to go shopping for them. I solemnly swear to you that it will be worth the delay. And if you abstain from jizzing, it will be even triple that."

"It's a deal," I promised and became immediately uncertain if I had, after all, made a mistake. I realised that the next day or two were going to be dreadful.

She will be flashing and teasing me as much as she can and probably busting now that the dams of her nut-cracking river have opened. She will be driving me to my private hell of lust. I would have the bluest and most sore nuggets of the States when the overmorrow finally arrives.

Maybe I needed to lock myself in a cock cage and start wearing a condom to hide my excitement from my family.

The rest of our time on the beach was mostly uneventful. I was careful with my boys and didn't get any more blows downstairs. Hulda caressed my frenulum a couple of times and edged me, twice underwater and once at the shore. She was already executing her plan for that head and ride she promised.

On the way home, she made it evident that she wanted me to see her private parts again. She had left all her pants and panties in her backpack, and I, pedalling behind him, was willingly admiring her cunt.

The excitement of public nudity kept her pussy wet, and the juices glistening on her clam kept me hard and horny.

She wasn't crazy enough to cycle pantiles through Freda, so we rode Freda Cross Cut to the Bacon Hills and turned towards Redridge. We passed maybe a dozen houses, but the residents didn't notice anything unusual. I tried to object to that dirtiness, but she kept her head as usual. The voyeurist part of me was happy about that.

We took a break five minutes away from my home. She approached me, her lips a little apart, and we focused on passionately kissing each other. In the middle of the hottest tongue games and my cock rubbing her abdomen, I felt awful pain again in my privates. She had given me a devastating knee to my now super-sensitive balls.

"That one was for science. Your collection already had punches, slaps, squeezes, and kicks. Now you have a knee also. That allows me to question you tomorrow about your preferences and pain levels," she explained while I was again rolling on the ground. "Only common bust still missing is a kick from the front, but I assume you won't be willing to patch that hole today." she speculated.

I almost agreed with her assumption, but I got an idea just when I opened my mouth to answer her. I was going to avenge a part of this day here and now. I closed my mouth and scrambled to my feet. I turned towards her, spread my legs, and said, "Give me a hard one!

Her eyes bulged, and two streams of love juices immediately glided down her inner thighs. I instantly knew that my revenge was successful.

She winded her leg far behind her and swung it back, rocketing it straight to my balls. She kept her ankle extended, and the top of her sneaker crushed my marbles once more against my pelvis.

The pain was once again horrible. It was almost as bad as what the redhead had induced, but still, I felt some joy while I was again caressing my shattered marbles on the ground. I knew that Hulda wouldn't be sleeping that night. She would be masturbating repeatedly, trying to get the itch of her pussy and her arousal back to the levels where she could again think straight.

I had guessed right; offering my dearest jewels to her on a plate would drive her to unforeseen arousal levels. Feeling pleasure, I watched her fluids reaching her socks. I enjoyed the morbid pain between my thighs and the victory I had just taken.

That was when I realised I might have a tiny crumb of dominant traits deep inside me. But it didn't affect my glee of victory.

When enough time had passed for me to get back on my feet, we prepared for farewells. Hulda put her yoga pants back on, and we cycled the short journey to my home.

She must have sensed my joyful mood when we shared our good night kisses because she asked, "How are you so cheerful while your berries…" she gave them a soft rub, "... must be murdering you?"

I smiled at her and replied, "Have a pleasant night." Her face froze momentarily, and I saw her eyes darken when she realised what I had done.

"You will regret this!" She hissed at me and jumped on her bike.

"I don't believe you can come up with anything you can properly punish me with," I told her before she was too far away.