Cerise And The Boys She Loves To Nut

*Contains: >!cutesy tone, rupture, castration, lesbian, needle play, sph!<*

Loud, guttural moans came from Helena’s bedroom and made me giggle. Helena had been totally right when she said this new boy would be a quickshot. That was the fifth time she was about to make him spurt, and Helena hadn’t had even one little orgasm! I knew because Helena was always *very* loud when she came. It was a good thing her thighs were so plush, otherwise I would have had to wear big headphones like those people steering construction machines did when I kissed her special place.

While her one-night stand was approaching yet another premature ejaculation, I snuck into her room and put my hands over his eyes. Smiling, I shouted, “Guess who!”

“Uh-uuh, what? The hell?”

“Buh-buuh,” I buzzed, “wrong! It’s Cerise, her roommate. Sorry, one ruined orgasm for you, mister!” I pulled him back until his peepee – a short one, much shorter than Helena preferred – slipped out of my roomie’s naughty place. He struggled but was too overcome by his orgasm to shake me off, so he was humping the air as he came, thin ropes of white goo arching through the air. It looked so funny! “Ehehehe, look at that little thing go! Pew, pew!”

“H-hey, let go, you crazy bitch!”

“No, she’s completely right. Damn, what a tiny, pathetic dick you have. You’ve been the worst fuck of the year for sure,” Helena said. “You deserve what’s coming.”

“Bwahaha, nut noogie!” I yelled in my best villainess voice and thrust my hands down through his legs to grab his balls. They were so small, it was adorable! Holding them really tight, I pushed them to the bottom of his little dangling ballbag and then pulled back hard. Boys always folded and started bleating when I did that, it was so silly.

“Agh, my balls! Let go of my balls, fucking-”

Then I balled my other hand into a fist and started rubbing my knuckles against those two little balls as fast as I could, pushing down on them as well so they’d get squished between my hands. I couldn’t help but giggle as I noogied this boy’s balls, which didn’t sound villainous at all. But I couldn’t help it, watching his nuts flatten and rock about while he screamed out and sank to the ground was just so funny.

While I still had my fun with the pair of balls in my hand, Helena sat up. Oooh, I could see between her legs, that always made me feel good. Then she put a hand there and started rubbing herself while I rubbed the balls, which felt a bit like she was mocking the boy? Helena was naughty like that.

“You know, you’re the only one I’ve ever seen do that. Smushing a guy’s nuts between your hands like that? Fucking hilarious.”

“Oh, uhm, I… should I stop?” I asked, pausing my prank. But I didn’t want this boy, whatever his name was, to regain his strength and pull free from me, so I pinched his right ball between two fingers and squeezed it tight instead. I was pressing my nails into his testes – you see, you really need to squish testes tight when you have them just between two fingers, otherwise a boy might pull them away from you. But don’t worry, that’s why I was stabbing my nails into his ball, so that it was like the nut was on a spit and couldn’t slip away.

“Mhhm, no, not what I meant…! Aaaah…” Helena threw her head back in pleasure, making me blush. She always did that when I pranked a boy’s nuts, so I really should be used to it by now, but…

In truth, I really liked that I could make her feel good with my silly ball pranks. Even if it was *that* kind of good feeling. Whenever she did that, I really wanted to kiss her between her legs.

“Keep going. Oooh, I love it when you bust a guy’s nuts for me!”

“Eh… eheheh…” I was blushing furiously. I have been pranking boys’ balls all my life, first my dad’s, then the balls of boys at school. I was so glad I didn’t have that silly weakness dangling between my legs. But Helena knew the weakness I did have: I always get super embarrassed when I’m being praised!

With butterflies in my stomach, I noogied the little testicles in my hand as hard as I could for as long as I could, sometimes squishing them flat between my palms or stabbing them some more with my nails until his balls were a deep, dark red like cherries and Helena’s date had completely stopped struggling, just lying with his face buried in his hands and sobbing. So funny!

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While I was curling my arm around the slightly bruised balls in my elbow, enjoying how they squished in my elbow (did I mention I was pretty strong? These balls couldn’t possibly get away from me!) and my tongue was snuggling with the fun button between her legs, I couldn’t help but reminisce about when Helena and I first met. It ended up much like now, with a boy whose willy was too small for her, crying like a baby while I was swapping sweet kisses with her quim. Both the boy and Helena moaned really loud, but Helena from feeling good while the boy moaned in pain. Hehe, I gave his right ball an extra poke with my finger.

It was at a party with lots and lots of people, with loud music and lots of alcohol. Which could be fun, but sadly some people get loud and annoying when they drink a lot. There was this one guy, this big, buff dude in a muscle shirt with lots to say. But he was wearing these super thin basketball shorts, and we could all see the outline of his little sausage, so I felt like I just had to prank his balls. And he was chatting up every girl at the party, but if you do that, you should at least have a big sausage in your pants, not a little wiener like that. That’s why I knew all the other girls secretly wished he would walk into a table balls-first, too. I would simply be the one to make it happen!

Well, ok, I couldn't make him run into a table, but I could kneel down behind him, aim – and then flick one of his balls from behind!

My finger made his sack woggle around. He yelped so loud, he sounded like a train whistle. Of course, he sort of bent over holding himself, but then he turned around all angry. And that’s when I flicked his ball again, this time from the front. You should have seen the look on his face, he looked like he didn’t know whether he was going to cry or be sick!

And that’s when Helena came up behind me, shouting “HEY!” real loud. I thought I was in trouble, that she was mad at me for flicking her boyfriend’s balls maybe. But she just walked past me and straight up kicked the buff guy in his balls with her platform shoes! She had a goth phase at the time, its best not to remind her of that. She says she’s over it now, but I know she still has a playlist of the stuff she listened to back then, all dark and growly.

So when she booted the boy in the balls, her shoe just completely replaced that dangling bag between his legs. We all heard this muffled *po-POP!* and he fell down, now screeching loudly. I remember thinking Helena had just destroyed this guy’s testosterone production with a single kick.

But mostly I was mad that she had cut my prank short. “Aww, I wanted to prank his balls more! Meanie!” I said, sounding very mature and reasonable and not like a petulant child.

“What are you complaining about? I saw you petting his nuts! This asshole needed to get racked properly!”

My eyes narrowed like Clint Eastwood when he’s about to call someone a bad word. “Petting? Petting! Really now. I was flicking his dumb walnuts around in his coin purse!”

“If that's how you put the hurt on a pair of balls, your throat must get a good workout when you're arguing with a guy.”

Grr, she was such a brat! I didn't want to let that stand, but instead of denying what she'd said, I pointed out her own flaws.

“But you just cracked his eggs! Then all the fun of a ball prank is over in a second. Slow and meticulous, that's how you prank a ball. I can’t flick his balls anymore after you popped them!”

“Huh?” Helena looked at the buff dude rolling on the floor, kicking his legs. “I cracked one of his nuts…?”

I began to smile because Helena looked so silly when I told her she'd scored a knockout against a testicle. She was all blushy and zipped up. “Nn, didn’t you hear? It sounded like when you pop two water balloons. Except in his pants.”

“Oh, I… wow.”

You should have seen her face! “First time you popped a boy’s nuts? It's fun, right?” I could see the adrenaline pump through her, and it made her hands shake a little. And then the tips of her boobies pushed against her shirt and I giggled. “Someone’s getting excited.”

“God, I broke a guy’s nuts… I need to fuck someone right now,” Helena said and that got the attention of all the boys around us, who had gone very quiet when Helena kicked balls before.

But before they could butt in, I took her hand and said, “Want me to help you out? I speak French, you know. I could… speak it between your legs.” And then I wiggled my eyebrows all seductive-like so Helena knew I meant that in a naughty way. And that was enough for her to pull me upstairs, so she must have understood what I meant, yay! And from that point on, we were besties. Oh, but as we walked past him, I made sure to step on the annoying guy’s crotch. There was still a little resistance, like eggshells crunching. Helena didn’t need to know I pranked his balls last.

And we also became roommates soon after! Really good roommates, with some benefits, but it's not like we were officially dating. Helena made sure to stress that because she still really liked having boys around to stuff her muffin with, but it's not like she ever complained when my tongue took care of her either. I think Helena just really liked doing naughty stuff.

Forty minutes of Helena’s boy toy making up for his little squirt gun while I squished and squooshed his balls was when I felt his right plum get sort of soft and spongy, so I knew it would start breaking soon. I made him give Helena one last trip to heaven with his tongue by squeezing his left plum really, really hard, and then I dragged him out of our apartment by his balls. Once he stood there, naked, his purple coin purse a bit wonky looking, I handed him his clothes.

“Ok, thanks for coming by! See you! Oh, and watch out.”

“F-for what?” he asked, close to tears.

“You mean you don't know? It's one-eyed pant wrangler season now, the most dangerous snake around here. They like to bite men in their soft bits,” I said meaningfully. “I'll teach you a way to scare them off. You make this really high-pitched sound. Like this!”

And then I gave his ballbag a swift, hard kick that made his right plum burst into plum juice. The shriek he gave out was so hilarious!

“Ahahaha, yes, just like that! Now you'll be safe from pant-wrangler snakes too, no need to thank me! Hehehe!”

Right after I busted his balls, Mrs. Beedy from upstairs came down, furrowing her brows. I quickly slammed the door shut. Mrs. Beedy was scary! She once hammered on our door all night because I pranked some balls with a zip tie on each plum, pulling them so tight they squeezed real deep into them. The boy wouldn’t stop crying, and Mrs. Beedy couldn’t sleep!

I went to lie in Helena's bed with her while she was riding out the last waves of pleasure and hoped Mrs. Beedy would leave us alone today.

I gently rubbed Helena’s head (and her chest, but just a little) while she breathed in and out deeply. I liked just being next to her when she was like this. It felt like a privilege to watch her after doing naughty stuff, all flushed and satisfied.

But then Helena interrupted the sweaty silence. “I forgot to tell you, Jake, my brother, is going to have to stay with us for the next month. He just moved out, so he wants to look around for a job and needs a place to crash. Sorry, I should have told you sooner. He’s going to be here this evening.”

She looked so guilty about it, but I had stars in my eyes. “You mean, a boy is going to live here? A boy with balls?”

“Uhh… Cerise, he’s my brother, so-”

“I’m going to prank his balls so hard!”

“Cerise, you can’t just-”

“When he gets up – ball prank! When he takes a shower – ball prank! When he's going to sleep - can you guess?”

Helena sighed. “Ball prank?”

“I was going to say tell him a story, but if that’s what you want. Ball prank it is, ehehe!”

“Just be careful, alright? I don’t think I have to explain why you can't just castrate my brother, yeah?”

“It doesn’t count if only one nut pops, right? With one ball, he's still fishing with a tackle. Or not shooting blanks? Uhh…”

“Cerise…”

“Wait! Not squirting plum jam! Ehehe!” I laughed, but Helena didn't. Oh no, my super hilarious squished balls jokes, she's become immune! I attacked Helena with my best puppy eyes instead, right in her face. Take that, Helena’s heart! I’m coming right for you. Puppy stare beam!

Helena sighed again. “I guess not…”

“Yaaay!” I hugged her and then dove between her legs. She was always sensitive down there after cumming lots, so I could easily bring her to climax again. Take that, Helena’s heart and naughty place, now I’m attacking both of you for critical damage! Ehehe!

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Jake had been living with us for a few days already. I hadn’t pranked his balls yet, not *really* pranked, I mean. Sure, I pretended to run into him so I could knee him in his boy nuts, or I was walking in front of him and swung my arms back really far to give his nuts a friendly ‘Hello!’ slap, but that hardly counted. He wasn’t even walking funny for more than a few minutes!

That would change today because Helena and Jake had been to a party last night. And that meant today, Helena would only want to lie in bed, watch TV and play with herself. It was the perfect day for pranking her brother’s balls!

He was sitting at the kitchen table eating cornflakes with nothing on but a pair of boxers. I joined him wearing only a really old, threadbare t-shirt and my favorite pink panties, the ones with kitties playing with balls of yarn on them. Jake’s eyes immediately darted to my chest, then to my hips when I walked in. He was so obvious, silly boy!

“Good morning!” I happily said.

“…mornin',” he mumbled back. He looked kind of good with tousled hair, I had to admit. He had Helena’s thick, black hair, he was the right amount of ripped – but he totally lacked his sister’s smarts. So he stared at my boobies slack-jawed the whole time. He totally had boob brain, that’s when boys can’t think of anything besides boobs. Every time I moved, his eyes followed my boobies, like he was hypnotized. Mhmm, maybe I could make him give me his wallet if I moved my chest in circles? Eventually, his slow boob brain made him say something else. “You look… good. I’d love to… to take you out some time, show you a good time. Y’know. Make you whimper a bit.”

“Silly Jake, I’m not for whimpering. I’m for making Helena and you cry out.” But Jake definitely didn’t understand me, he just stared at my boobies. Which probably meant I could do anything to his balls right now, ehehehe.

“Oops! Dropped my spoon, silly me,” I said when I totally brushed the spoon off the table on purpose.

I quickly dove beneath the table to get a good look at Jake’s treasures. What the heck? Why was there so much random stuff down here? Besides my spoon, there was an old throw pillow, one of Helena’s vibrating friends where the battery had blown, a roll of kitchen string and a box of thumbtacks. Someone really should clean up down here. Ah, whatever, ball time!

“Wow…” I gasped. Jackpot! Jake had huge, and I mean ginormous, balls! Both his balls and his willy were so big, I could see their tips hanging out from his loose boxers. I just had to give ‘em a good fondle!

“Woah, hey, what are you doing!” he said when I took his balls in my hand.

“They feel so big and heavy, Jake! They gotta be full of your yogurt. Are you saving up?” I asked, looking like I wasn’t thinking about how I could snip them off with a pair of scissors right now.

He moaned a little when I kept fondling his balls, and his weewee pushed further out of his boxers. Like a weird weewee animal peeping out of its burrow. “Fuck, your hands are so soft… no, I actually-”

But that was when Helena walked in, yawning so hard I could see her uvula. Fun fact: she called it her ‘tip tickler’. “Mornin’. Where’s Cerise? Coulda sworn I heard her giggling…”

I wanted to stick my head out from under the table and yell ‘surprise’ but weirdly, Jake’s balls in my hand suddenly retracted the way they do when I tell boys I’m going to nut them. Jake’s balls were scared of Helena?

“Nah! She didn’t come in here! Probably still asleep or something!”

Helena shrugged. “Whatever. Need coffee.” With a fresh cup, she sat down opposite her brother, and suddenly I was in heaven. Two big balls in my hand, waiting to get pranked, and Helena’s lips right in my face, outlined by a really thin pair of panties. This morning rocked! “You remember what I told you when I picked you up from the airport, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, no need to remind me…”

“Good. Because if I so much as catch a whiff of you getting frisky with Cerise, I’ll cut off your nuts and feed them to the pigeons. She's not… she means a lot to me. She's not like me, she has this innocence about her. I can't stand some fucker ruining that, especially my brother.”

Jake snorted. “Pigeons? Don’t you mean feed them to the dogs?” Jake asked nonchalantly, but I could tell he was a little scaredy-cat. I felt it in his balls.

“Nah. Dogs around here wouldn’t so much as give your junk a sniff. They’re used to better. City pigeons, though? Worse than rats. Will rip your balls to shreds. But whatever, as long as you keep it in your pants around her. How’s the job search treating you? Invited to any interviews so far?”

“Not yet, they’re all idiots. ‘We require ten years of experience in this thing that was released two years ago’ and ‘Please refrain from sending inappropriate pictures of yourself alongside your CV’. Didn’t stop the recruiter from sliding into my DMs that evening, though. Stuck-up corporate bitches like her love a good dick pic.”

“Did you send a microscope along with it so she could actually look at it?”

While Helena and her brother laughed it up, I had the most amazing idea. Jake totally couldn’t let Helena know that I was sitting between his legs, fondling his balls! She would totally blame him for making me touch his junk. Stifling giggles, I grabbed the box of thumbtacks and opened it silently.

I isolated Jake’s right ball and slowly pressed the sharp, metal tip of the first thumbtack against his nut. His eyes shot down, staring at me really intensely, like he was begging me no. But I bit my lips and nodded yes, yes! And then I pushed the thumbtack inside, perforating his sack and pushing the thin metal spike as deep inside his nut as it would go.

“HA-rrmmh!” Jake muffled his scream by shoving his fist inside his mouth.

“You ok, little bro? What’s the matter, remembered something embarrassing from childhood? Or did you finally get a testicular torsion like I’ve been secretly praying for since you could first get a boner.”

“N-nothing! It’s nothing! Just trying to f-force myself awake! Hoo, God!” I tried to shove another thumbtack into his ball, but it kept slipping away. Silly Mister nut, there’s no need to be shy! I squeezed the slippery Mister nut out of my fist to keep it from hiding. Bam, pow! Two more thumbtacks went into Jake’s ball. His big nut looked so angry and swollen now, I could barely keep myself from laughing out loud!

“You’re such a weirdo,” Helena said. “No wonder you can’t keep any girl. Any time you try for more than a quick fuck it always ends the same way, with you on the ground, holding what’s left of your balls after she decided she’s done with you.”

“O-ooh, s-so just l-like you can’t keep a guy a-around?” Hey, that was mean, Jake! You’re getting a thumbtack pushed into the sensitive backside of your ball for that. “OH DEAR GOD! Please make it stop!”

Jake’s right nad was starting to resemble a pincushion, or maybe a disco ball. The thumbtacks stuck inside his nut were all so colorful after all! When I couldn’t find any more space on Jake’s right ball, I took it in both hands and ran my fingers up and down it. It felt so fun to touch now! Not wrinkly and soft but smooth and with a satisfying grip to it. Grinning, I pushed both of my thumbs into his nut as hard as I could. I wanted to really get those thumbtacks into his ball, make them stick inside the testicle.

“FUCK! NO, FUCK!”

“Oh come on, I’m not one for a relationship anyway, no need to be so dramatic about it. Besides, it was always me who helped nurse your bruised ego and balls after a breakup, I think I deserve to rag on you a little,” Helena said. She totally thought her brother was being a brat about her boy toys instead of getting new air vents put in his ball, hahaha!

Jake’s head smashed onto the table. He was crying like I do when I watch really sad movies.

But Helena must have seen it as a sign of defeat. “Fine, no more friendly banter with your sister. Turns out my little brother is too much of a sissy to handle it. But don’t expect me to be there for you when the next girl makes you choke on your balls as a parting gift.”

Jake’s ball kept crunching and squishing down further and further. Oooh, could I really pop it right here and now? A bit early for my tastes, but it would be so funny seeing Jake trying to keep his face straight in front of Helena while getting one of his balls splatted. I pressed his pincushioned ball against the chair and started to really press my thumbs into it. The thumbtacks made his ball a lot weaker and more fragile than it already was, so while I squished it, I could feel his nut crack and start to give in. Just like when you pop bubble wrap and you can tell you’re getting a good one, you know? Hehe, time to go bye-bye, Mister ball!

“Just don’t forget that you agreed to model for my art class this afternoon. I’m holding you to that. And don’t touch Cerise! If you do, I’m tying your balls to Queensboro bridge and throwing you off.”

“GNNNH!”

Ah, but then Helena got up and left. It was a Sunday, so I knew she preferred to finish her coffee while she flicked her bean a little. Usually she would let me eat her muffin if I offered, and sometimes I could even rub her bean with mine! I really wanted that after pranking Jake’s balls and getting a face full of her clam just now. Sorry, Jake’s ball, pop you later!

I stopped squeezing and gave the pincushioned ball a quick, hard smack with my knuckles. His nut made this little *clackering* sound that was so fun to hear. Ah, I wish I could glue sequins to his ball, make it look like a little disco nut. Maybe later.

“Pranked your balls, Jake, haha! See you later!” I hurried after Helena to stuff my face between her thighs, leaving behind a sobbing Jake. Hah, boys. They are such sore losers about getting a little ballprank!