Futa volleyball player meets her match part 2

The locker room lights buzzed faintly overhead, the air thick with the smell of sweat, rubber, and raw desperation. Mia’s eyes were wild with lust as she stared at Jordan’s obscene endowment. The futa’s cock was a rigid, veiny monster ten thick inches pulsing angrily…but it was the balls that owned Mia’s soul. Each massive orb was the size of a grapefruit, hanging low and heavy in a smooth, overstretched scrotum that looked ready to tear from the sheer volume packed inside. They swayed like overripe fruit, dense and resilient, begging to be destroyed.

Mia shoved Jordan hard against the lockers. “These fat fucking nuts are mine tonight. I’m going to edge you until your brain melts, then ruin five massive orgasms straight from the pain. You’re going to cum harder than you ever have while I annihilate your balls.”

Jordan’s voice cracked. “Please… wreck them. Edge me. Ruin me.”

Mia dropped to her knees and seized both bloated orbs in her iron grip. Her fingers sank wrist-deep into the yielding flesh, twisting and crushing with savage force. The balls deformed grotesquely, bulging between her knuckles as she wrung them like wet rags. Jordan howled, hips bucking, cock leaking a steady river of pre-cum.

While squeezing, Mia used her other hand to lightly stroke the underside of Jordan’s shaft, just enough to tease the building orgasm. She edged her mercilessly: bringing the futa right to the trembling edge, then slamming both fists upward into the trapped balls with full power. The heavy orbs bounced violently, swelling instantly. Mia repeated it…crush, stroke, punch…over and over, keeping Jordan teetering on the brink without release.

“First ruined orgasm is coming soon,” Mia snarled. She stood, planted her sneaker on the bench, and drove her full body weight down onto the sack. The massive balls pancaked flat under her sole, spreading out like dough as she ground and twisted. Jordan’s cock throbbed wildly.

Mia stomped repeatedly…THUD, THUD, THUD…each impact flattening the orbs thinner while she reached down to jerk the cock in short, cruel strokes.

Jordan screamed, body seizing. “I’m gonna…fuck…

…I’m…”

Mia yanked her hand away at the exact second the orgasm hit. The first ruined orgasm exploded anyway: thick, powerful ropes of cum blasted out in weak, unsatisfying spurts, splattering uselessly across Jordan’s abs while the pain in her balls made her sob. The massive orbs throbbed purple, already bruised, but Mia didn’t let them rest.

She grabbed a metal water bottle and used it like a hammer, pounding the rounded end straight down into the swollen sack with rapid, brutal strikes. Each THUMP drove the dense cores deeper into Jordan’s body. While hammering, Mia edged the cock again, stroking fast then stopping cold every time Jordan’s balls drew up.

Second ruined orgasm came faster. Mia timed it perfectly: just as Jordan’s cock swelled and the first pulse started, Mia delivered a vicious upward knee strike that lifted both wrecked balls off her body. The cum erupted in pathetic, ruined jets, less volume, more agony, while Mia laughed darkly and immediately went back to stomping.

The balls were now twice their original size, deep purple and shiny with bruises. Mia wasn’t satisfied. She retrieved the spare volleyball and pressed it against the locker, trapping the bloated orbs between hard leather and cold metal. She leaned in with all her strength, rolling and crushing until the balls were paper-thin pancakes. Jordan’s legs gave out; she slid down the lockers, but Mia followed, never easing the pressure.

“Third one,” Mia whispered, sucking one mangled ball into her mouth. She chewed viciously, teeth sinking deep, jaws grinding, while her hand edged the cock with feather light touches. The combination of agony and teasing pushed Jordan over instantly. Mia pulled her mouth off and slapped the chewed ball with an open palm right as the orgasm triggered. The third ruined load was weaker, thinner, spraying in broken spurts that barely cleared the head. Jordan wailed, tears streaming, cock still twitching desperately.

Mia stood and climbed fully onto the bench. “Time to jump.” She leaped, bringing both sneakers crashing down onto the devastated sack. The impact was sickening…CRUNCH…the massive balls flattening completely under her weight before slowly oozing back, now black and blue and grotesquely swollen. She jumped again and again, full-body stomps that made the locker room echo with wet, meaty sounds. Between jumps she stroked Jordan’s cock in long, torturous pumps, edging her right to the screaming edge.

Fourth ruined orgasm hit while Mia was mid-stomp. She felt the balls seize under her soles, then yanked her foot up and slammed it down again at the exact moment of release. Cum dribbled out in weak, ruined pulses—barely anything left, while Jordan convulsed, voice hoarse from screaming.

The futa’s balls were ruined: huge, lumpy, black and blue wreckages hanging lower than ever, skin stretched to the point of tearing. Mia dropped to her knees one final time. She gripped the mangled orbs in both hands, thumbs pressing viciously into the centers, and squeezed with every ounce of her strength. The balls resisted for a heartbeat, then collapsed inward, bulging horribly between her fingers.

While crushing them flat, Mia jerked the cock in fast, merciless strokes, edging Jordan for the last time. “Give me the fifth one. The biggest, most pathetic ruined load your broken balls can manage.”

Jordan’s body locked up. The final ruined orgasm tore through her like lightning. Mia timed it perfectly: at the first powerful throb she slammed both fists upward into the crushed orbs, then bit down hard on the base of the sack. The fifth orgasm was massive in its ruin, long, shuddering ropes of cum finally exploding out in thick, desperate jets that painted Jordan’s chest and face, yet completely unsatisfying, every spurt accompanied by white-hot agony as her balls were annihilated.

Jordan collapsed in a twitching, sobbing heap, cock still spurting the last weak drops while her balls—now swollen to softball size, black, blue, and visibly damaged—pulsed helplessly in Mia’s grip.

Mia licked a stray drop of cum off her lips and smiled. “Five ruined orgasms… and your balls are absolutely destroyed. But we’re still alone in here. Think they can take round two?”

She squeezed the wrecked orbs once more, already planning the next round of even rougher torment.

To be continued