Chained in a Basement

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I woke up chained to a standing metal X in someone's basement. My only clothing was a speedo. Three stunningly sexy girls stood in front of me, grinning wickedly. They wore nothing but brightly colored thongs. I recognized them from the gym class I taught. They were easily the hottest girls in the school. (I'm ten years older than them, but I'm not blind). Lust somehow overpowered my fear as my cock began to react.

The girls eyed my inflating balloon. They laughed amongst themselves, their big perky breasts heaving with excitement. The tall blond one, Jessica, said, "Aww, you must really like us, Mr. Thomas."

I struggled to break free as I said, "What the fuck? Lemme outtah this!"

The brunette with intricate tattoos, Emily, said, "Hush."

Emily's bare foot slowly rose between my legs. Her foot gently lifted my balls like an elevator. She began wiggling her foot. Even those little movements sent surprisingly harsh sparks through my balls. I grunted and whimpered as an evil smile spread across her adorable face.

Emily giggled and said, "What a wimp. I'm barely even doing anything." The humiliation stung.

Jessica said, "His balls are so huge, so they must be extra sensitive. Don't yah just love a big set?" She slapped my cock and said, "Nice big dick too."

Before I even had time to appreciate that compliment, Emily lowered her foot, then shot it right back up. The top of her foot smashed right into my ballls, a sharp, stinging kick which sunk deep into the soul of my manhood. I let out a deep moan as my testicle-agony made me convulse.

The third girl, a redhead named Sarah, instinctively grabbed her crotch with both hands, and grunted, "Oof" with a pained expression. It seemed she was the only one with any empathy. I'd always been fond of Sarah for being so sweet to me. I'd often helped her with leg workouts, leading to her having impressively muscular legs. Ashamed as I am to admit it, I jacked off to online pictures of her several times.

"Ouch," Jessica mocked. "That really must've hurt." She felt up my biceps with one hand, and my abs with the other as she said, "Aww, too bad your big manly muscles can't help you." Her face shifted into sadistic glee. "My turn." Jessica's hand snatched my balls.

"Aaahhh!"

Her fingers clenched my imprisoned nuts into her palm, squeezing them like a vice. I felt the unbearable pain of my balls flattening between her flesh. My muscles bulged as I desperately tried to break my restraints in vain.

"Ah! Aaaaahhhhh! My balls! F-f-fuck! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh! My balls!"

Meanwhile, not even a hint of effort appeared on her euphoric face. It dawned on me that a petite girl is completely owning me, a man vastly stronger than her, simply squeezing the very symbol of my male pride. I couldn't escape the fact that my sex is fucking pathetic.

Emily feigned an expression of woe, grabbed her crotch, doubled over, and in a mocking tone said, "Ah! My balls! My balls! On no! My poor, poor balls!" She laughed so hard that she had to hold onto my hip to keep herself upright, while her other hand continued to squeeze her crotch.

Sarah also grabbed onto her crotch and had an expression of woe, but hers seemed genuine.

Emily gazed down at my deformed testicles and said, "Squeeze them harder, Jessica."

Sarah said, "No, this should stop. You both said this would just be a fun prank. I didn't know men's testicles were so sensitive."

Emily said through giggles, "Oh come on, Sarah, he deserves it. This perv was ogling our butts in the gym earlier today." She knew that was so ridiculous that she couldn't even keep a straight face.

What really happened was Jessica and Emily wiggled their plump butts in my face as I knelt to tie my shoe. Sure, I looked for a few seconds, but what the fuck was I supposed to do when asses that perfect were wiggling in my face?

I pathetically groaned, "I'm sorry!"

Jessica said, "I'm not. Thanks for the excuse to do this." She tugged hard on my balls, groaning from the effort like a tennis player.

An agonized squelch burst out of me. It felt like she had ripped them right off my torso. I even looked down to check. Such a sudden increase in pain contorted my face with shock. Jessica began to squeeze my nuts even harder.

With barely any air in me, I muttered "*Oh, no, no, no, no, my- my balls-*"

"Oh my god." Sarah looked horrified, and squeezed even harder on her own crotch in sympathy. Her knees bent and she leaned forward, just like she'd been kicked in the balls herself.

Jessica used her free hand to lift up my chin so we could make eye contact. "I'll be real with you, Mr. Thomas. I'm doing this because I love the idea of easily dominating a big strong man by taking control of the two things that are so delicate, so precious, so important to every man. I felt her juicy lips as she whispered in my ear, "Nutties."

Psychologically speaking, this teenage girl burst my male pride into pulp. Tears streamed down my face.

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For the next three hours, Jessica and Emily went to work on my balls and cock. They'd take turns squeezing, twisting, kicking, and kneeing my helpless nuts. Sometimes, they'd thrust their pussies into my balls, then mock me for having vastly inferior genitalia. Sarah often begged them to stop, but to no avail.

Jessica and Emily gave me plenty of breaks from the ballbusting so they could sexually frustrate me. I lost count how many times they brought me right to the edge with their asses, pussies, and mouths. My balls burned both from brutal trauma and the unbearable need for release. They were freakishly swollen and filled to the brim. My dominated manhood hung low and heavy in shame with a pathetic creature (myself) attached to them.

Jessica and Emily panted with their hands on their knees, sweat and juice soaking their thongs. Emily grinned at Sarah and said, "Hey, isn't it your turn?"

Jessica said, "Sarah, I used to think this was evil just like you, but then I gave it a try, and now I can't get enough. Just try it, trust me."

Sarah said, "Okay, I'll try it, but I'd only feel comfortable doing it in private. You two need a shower anyway."

They agreed and left.

Sarah stepped forward, only a foot away from my rock hard, jittering cock. "I want to help you, but they've hidden the key, and we're in a cabin in the middle of nowhere right now. No cell service or anything. Is there any way I could help you?" She looked down at my desperate cock. "You must have the worst blue balls right now. It must feel like torture, on top of all the other pain you have to endure. This is the least I can do."

She got on her knees. The sensation of her mouth was like warm honey, thick and sweet, and it filled my senses as her lips wrapped around me. Her touch was so delicate, so gentle, that I couldn't help but shiver. I could feel the moisture of her breath against my skin, and it sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I honestly tried to resist, tried to get myself to say *stop*, but I just couldn't.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, flicking and teasing, while her hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me deeper into her mouth. It's clear that she was inexperienced, but she was so eager to please. I felt the familiar tightening in my groin, the build-up of pressure. I wanted nothing more than to release my burning desire into her mouth. I passed the point of no return, and then. . .

Suddenly, the sensation ended. I looked down in agonized shock. She looked up at me with a disappointed expression. I pathetically groaned, "Sarah- Sarah please- just a tiny bit more."

"I actually have the key, but I wanted to test you first, and you failed to do the right thing. You really are a fucken perv." She stood up, then held onto my shoulders.

Her muscular leg shot her sledgehammer of a knee into my balls, impacting far harder than either of the others girls could, all because of my own training with her. Just as her knee was at its deepest into my nuts, my ruined orgasm began, shooting a load up into her perfect tits. The crushing pain within my balls jolted up into my torso like a wave of fire.

She kept kneeing, over, and over, and over, each time harder and more painful than the last, each time a spurt of cum shooting into her tits. Her little knee felt more and more like a lance obliterating my balls. I tried to form words, to beg for mercy, but all that came out was a garbled mess of groans and whimpers. Judging by the determined and furious look on her face, I knew this would not end soon.

Worst of all, as a man, as a creature controlled by the lust and weakness of testicles, I knew I deserved it.