The High School Ball Hunters

All characters are at least 18 years old.

I was hiding in the boys locker room. Many of the girls at school seemed to have lost their minds all because of a popular TicTok game. They were "hunting" boys who had big bulges in their pants, and it seemed I was one of them. I paced around the lockers in my boxer-briefs, too wracked by fear to put my clothes on and go back to the halls. I could hear the distant screeching of boys, and the sadistic laughter of girls.

I heard those hot girls, the hunters, coming toward the door. I prayed that they were on their way to their own locker room.

One of them said, "Did you see Jon's face just now?" Her voice was giddy. "When Stacy grabbed him from behind while he was kissing his girlfriend- fuck yeah! Pure gold!"

Another one cackled. "Oh my god, yes! The way he just... folded, like a cheap tent. His girlfriend looked at him like she was so disappointed in her strong handsome man. Stacy, how'd they feel?"

"Big and super soft. My favorite! I grabbed my cunt and felt a rush when I turned his manhood into pudding."

Another one said, "So funny to see his girlfriend startled by both the popping sounds, and even funnier when she called him a fucking loser." They all cackled.

Suddenly, several of them stormed into the locker room and began undressing to nothing but their underwear. Chloe, tall with the best tits in school, leered at my bulge like it was BBQ. She said, "This is the girl's locker now. We still have the other one too."

My breath hitched as I stepped back into a locker. The terror paralyzed me.

Beside her, there was Jenna giggling, twisting a strand of bubblegum-pink hair around her finger. "Aww, poor baby looks so frightened. Don't worry, baby, we'll let you keep you balls for today- maybe."

My legs bent and shook with fear. I grabbed the lockers behind me to keep myself up.

Chloe stepped right up to me, looking me up and down with a predatory eye. "Need a hand?"

Without squeezing, she took hold of my balls. I could barely breathe I was so scared. She slowly lifted my balls. I was forced to stand straight and on my toes.

Chloe smirked and said, "There yah go." Her hand left my balls and began playing with my cock. "Reeeelaaax."

I stood back on my heals. It shocked me how quickly my cock fully hardened despite everything.

Chloe asked, "Do you wanna fuck me?"

Panic surged. I didn't know what answer would keep my balls intact. I decided to be honest. "Yes."

Chloe said, "Aww, so thirsty."

Jenna turned around and bent over. I couldn't help but stare directly at her perfect plump butt in a pink thong, the best butt in the school. She asked, "Would you rather fuck my ass, or Chloe's tits?" The other hot girls giggled and whispered about the dilemma.

Chloe said, "You better answer honestly."

I looked back and forth at them, not even sure what I'd prefer. Chloe began pumping my dick just enough to keep me on the edge. She used her free hand to undo her bra, then started jiggling her big perky milkers. Jenna wiggled her big round cheeks.

I looked into my heart and said, "Jenna, but you're both the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

Chloe said, "Aww, you're so sweet, but you made me a bit jealous." My stomach dropped.

Chloe’s hand, impossibly fast and precise, abandoned my cock and snatched my balls. Her fingers and palm were small, but still devoured my big nuts. Her grip wasn’t exploratory. It was surgical, immediate, and crushing. A high, thin whine escaped my lips. The girls cheered.

Then came her ecstasy. Chloe’s eyes widened, pupils dilating with pure, savage delight. Her lips parted in a silent gasp of pleasure, a shudder running through her frame. There was no hesitation, only escalating pressure, a focused, grinding force that overwhelmed my pain thresholds instantly.

My balls were flattening so quickly I knew they couldn't last much longer. Then, Chloe kept them right on the edge of bursting. My entire sweat-drenched body shook.

Chloe said, "Bye-bye big nutties." Her hand clamped shut.

I felt and heard the sickening, wet pop-pop within my sack, within my soul, a horror unique in its pain and psychological devastation. Saying two fiery chainsaws going through my sack and into my torso doesn't even cover it. A wave of nauseating agony flooded my body. I didn’t scream. The air was crushed from my lungs. I simply folded forward, my face lunging into Chloe's tits. Then my body collapsed sideways

All the girls' hands instinctively launched to their her own crotches, not out of sympathy, but from being overwhelmed by the sadistic pleasure.

One of them said, "Chloe!" You got'em!" Her voice was a mix of glee and pride.

Chloe stood frozen for a second, breathing hard, a flush creeping up her neck, her hands were curled on her pussy. She stared down at my crumpled form, her expression rapturous, almost dreamy. "Like... big juicy grapes," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Softest ones yet." This humiliation would stay with me forever.

Chloe finally blinked. She kicked me onto my back. Her foot then planted on my cock, like a conqueror planting a flag. The girls cheered.

Jenna sat her goddess ass on my face, a welcome but tragically insufficient distraction. She said, "Alright, time to figure out who's next. Getting harder to think of a guy who still has balls and not just pudding between his legs like this loser." They laughed and laughed.

Chloe's foot dug into the pathetic remains of my balls, exploring the remnants with hard jerking movements. Her foot went in and out and all around, crushing whatever little bits of manhood I had left, figuratively and literally. This vastly increased my agony. Her foot kept fucking my vanquished manhood.

Chloe laughed and said, "Oh, that really does feel like pudding."