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Gretchen's nails slid under the strap of her white bra, her nails dragging lightly against her collarbone before hooking beneath the fabric. The clasp popped open. She let the straps slide down her shoulders, the cups clinging stubbornly to the curves of her breasts before finally loosening. She flicked it onto the pile of discarded clothes.
As she cupped her own breasts, she arched her back slightly, letting him drink in every inch of bare skin. His cock twitched, then surged upward with alarming speed, the head glistening with precum as it bobbed untouched. Gretchen's fingers slid into the drawer of her nightstand, emerging with a thick, plastic hairclip, the kind with teeth sharp enough to leave marks if snapped too hard. She stepped closer to Jack. His cock twitched at her proximity.
"Wait! What are you—" His voice cracked just as Gretchen's fingers clamped the hairclip onto his scrotum, the plastic teeth biting down on his dangling berries. Jack's entire body jolted like he'd been electrocuted, his thighs clamping together instinctively, only for the clip's grip to tighten, pinching his tender orbs harder. The girls' laughter swelled around him as he danced in place, hips jerking in spasms until Gretchen leaned forward and blew softly on his cocktip, just enough to make it twitch violently, sending fresh agony radiating from his trapped balls. Her fingers hovered over the plastic hairclip biting into Jack's scrotum, her nails tracing the curve of the clamp. She could feel the heat radiating off his trapped flesh, the way his thighs trembled with the effort not to thrash.
"Beg me," she whispered into his ear.
"Gretchen! Please—" Jack muttered, his hips jerking involuntarily as the plastic teeth dug deeper with every twitch. The girls' laughter was a velvet noose around his pride. Gretchen's fingers toyed with the clip, applying just enough pressure to drive him to the verge of insanity. "Please what?" she insisted.
"Please take it off my balls!" he rasped.
With a flick of her thumb, Gretchen popped the clip open. Jack sagged against the doorframe with a shuddering gasp as the tension released. Yet despite the agony, his cock remained stubbornly erect.
Erin's fingers pinched the straps of her pink bra, thumbs sliding between the delicate fabric and her flushed skin. The straps slid down her arms like silk ribbons, catching briefly on the size of her breasts before letting go. She let it dangle from one finger for a second before tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes.
The first pearly bead of precum glistened at the tip of Jack's cock. Erin's bare breasts swayed slightly as she laughed. "Oh my god," Athena laughed, pointing at the tiny droplet with cruelty. "He's leaking just from looking at a pair of tits!"
Jack barely had time to register Erin's sudden movement before her elbow slammed into his groin. The impact wasn't sharp, but it was a deep. His vision tunneled momentarily as Erin leaned her full weight into the strike, twisting her arm slightly to maximize the hit. The girls' collective gasp dissolved into hushed giggles as Jack's knees buckled, his entire body curling around the epicenter of his agony.
"Jesus Christ," Erin muttered, staring at Jack's still-throbbing erection despite the brutal elbow strike. "Is this dude's dick for real?" She reached out and flicked the swollen head, making him flinch, yet his cock didn't even bend downward. If anything, it pulsed harder, the pearl of precum growing at the tip.
Caroline's fingers traced the edge of her purple panties, the silk whispering against her skin as she plunged her thumbs under the waistband. She stretched slightly, rolling her hips and letting Jack watch every millimeter of fabric slide down her thighs. The panties clung momentarily at the line of her ass before yielding. She now stood completely naked.
Precum slid down Jack's penis in a glistening rivulet.
"Did you know," Caroline commented, "that for most men, the right testicle is slightly larger and hangs lower?" She tilted her head, studying his swollen nuts with curiosity. "Yours are no exception." Her nail scraped lightly over the stretched skin, making him flinch. "It's fascinating how uneven they are, like mismatched marbles in a velvet pouch." She turned her back to Jack the same way she had before, shoulder blades brushing against his chest, her bare skin warm and smooth against his trembling torso. This time, she pressed closer, arching her spine slightly so the curve of her ass cradled his swollen cock. "Mmm," she hummed. "So hard."
Caroline's hips pulled forward before snapping backward with the momentum of a piston, her bare ass connecting squarely with Jack's groin in a merciless rear-naked strike. The impact alone sent a shock wave rippling through the dorm walls, followed by Jack's groan as his package flattened momentarily between her cheeks and his own body. The girls erupted into laughter as Caroline ground against him, amplifying the pressure before pulling away just enough to let his swollen penis spring free.
Anastasia’s gaze locked onto Jack’s twitching erection with fascination. "Okay, what the hell is wrong with him?" she asked, nodding at the swollen, glistening rod that refused to wilt despite the symphony of nutshots he’d endured. "His dick just won't quit." Her fingers danced along the clasp of her black bra, her nails clicking softly against the hooks. The straps slid down Anastasia's shoulders. The bra cups clung against the weight of her massive breasts, before finally capitulating. She let it dangle from one finger, like Erin had, before tossing it onto the pile. Then, she knelt before Jack, her lips parting just enough to reveal the sharp points of her canines. His cock twitched as she leaned in, whether from fear or anticipation, even he couldn’t tell. "Ever wonder what it feels like?" she inquired, her tongue flicking out to trace the skin of his left testicle. "To have your balls chewed?" Her teeth sank into the tender flesh of Jack's left testicle, not hard enough to crush, but hard enough to knead. The heat of her mouth enveloped him as her canines pressed around the trapped orb. Jack's thighs trembled with the effort not to move too much. "Mmm," she hummed against his scrotum. Her teeth molded rhythmically, alternating pressure like she was testing the resilience of a ripe plum. She released his testicle with a wet plop, her lips glistening as she leaned back on her heels. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning at the way his cock pulsed violently, caught between pain and desperate arousal. "Squishy," she joked, licking her lips. The girls erupted into laughter again, their voices like poison as Jack fought to steady his breathing.
Athena’s fingertips traced the edge of her red bra. She dragged the straps teasingly over her shoulders, her nails dancing between her breasts. Jack’s eyes locked onto her hands. "You know," she began, twisting slightly to accentuate the squishiness of her chest beneath the fabric, "I always wondered why men get this obsessed with bras." The clasp clicked open, but she didn’t remove it yet. Instead, she let the straps slither down her arms like ribbons, hanging at her elbows, framing her breasts in silk. "It’s not like they’re the main attraction," she added, shrugging, and the bra slid the rest of the way off, revealing soft, full curves and pink nipples. "But I guess tits are like oranges. They look juicier when they’re displayed in something."
She took a step toward him.
"You know what I love about testicles?" she tagged, tracing his scrotum with her nails. "They're like stress balls, but better. Because—" Her middle finger snapped forward with the force of a catapult, flicking his left nut upward. "—men react." Her fingertips snapped forward again, her nails catching the underside of Jack's testicles and sending them bobbing upward like a buoy in rough seas. His hips jerked involuntarily, the motion only making her flicks land harder. "I just love playing with balls," she cooed, punctuating each word with another sharp tap to his swollen gonads. The girls crowded closer as they watched Jack's reaction: his thighs tensing, his toes curling inward, his voice moaning with every flick; until Athena finally stopped, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. Jack's thighs trembled still, his cock twitching violently, still achingly hard despite the relentless abuse, a glistening strand of precum stretching from its swollen tip to the floor. The girls' laughs curled around him like smoke. Athena wiped her fingers on her thigh, watching the way Jack's eyes stared when her palm brushed too close to her pussy. "Look at his penis about to erupt."
Gretchen stretched her arms overhead with feline grace, her nails brushing against the dorm ceiling before settling on her hips. "Final round," she announced. Jack's cock twitched in involuntary anticipation. Her thumbs sank into the delicate trim of her white panties, her hips cocked slightly as she let the fabric brush her skin. The panties clung to the hourglass of her hips before she peeled them downward. Jack stood in awe as the last barrier fell away, revealing her full nakedness. Then, she stepped forward like a predator circling a wounded prey. Her bare thighs pressed together, trapping Jack's swollen testicles between them like a pair of ripe grapes caught in a vise. "You know what I enjoy most about your balls?" she murmured, rolling her hips slightly to increase the pressure. "How they belong to us." The girls laughed as Gretchen squeezed her thighs tighter, her muscles flexing under smooth skin. Jack groaned as his cock twitched violently, caught between agony and arousal. Her thighs tightened, the soft flesh of her legs molding around his swollen testicles with the brutality of a hydraulic press.
Gretchen felt the first warm droplet touch her inner thigh before she saw it,, a pearly bead of thick white cum rolling down Jack's shaft from the tip. The girls' collective gasp was instant. "Ohhh, he's close," Erin exclaied. Gretchen eased the pressure of her thighs just enough to watch another droplet form, trembling at the tip before falling onto her skin. The sight sent a ripple of shivers through the girls. "Can you believe it? His balls are literally so full, they're leaking just from being squeezed," she added before finally releasing him entirely, stepping back to admire Jack's cock twitching in torment.
Erin's fingers curled into the pink silk of her panties, stretching the fabric as she hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband. She let Jack watch the silk peel away from her skin, first the curve of her ass, then the dip of her thighs, until she stood in nothing but her birthday suit. A collective inhale caught in the girls' throats as the saw Jack's cock twitch another droplet of cum out of his tip, trembling before breaking free to roll down his shaft. Erin's fingers curled around the handle of a ping pong paddle lying on Gretchen’s desk. The rubber surface gleamed as she gave it an experimental swing, the air whistling faintly past its edge. The paddle whistled through the air before making contact, and Jack’s entire body convulsed as if he’d been electrocuted. His knees buckled instantly, but the scarf binding his wrists kept him upright, leaving him suspended in a shuddering crouch as Erin drew the paddle away. She frowned, staring at Jack's twitching cock after her paddle strike. "That was... underwhelming," she sighed, tapping the rubber edge against her palm. His erection hadn't even flinched. She blew a strand of hair from her face. "I hit him harder in eighth-grade gym class with a badminton racket."
Caroline arched an eyebrow, already fully nude, as she surveyed Jack's stiff erection, stepping forward to claim her final turn. She tapped her fingers against her chin. "Here's another interesting fact about balls," she stated. "They produce about 1,500 sperm per second, roughly 100 to 200 million per day." She paused. "Which means right now, your jizz factories are most likely overflowing." Her fingers traced the seam of Jack’s swollen scrotum. "Ever wonder how much they can endure?" she jested. Before Jack could answer, Caroline’s other hand slid between her thighs, her fingers parting her slick folds.
The girls leaned in, a collective gasp escaping them as Caroline hooked her middle finger and index finger around Jack’s testicles. His entire body tensed as she tugged on them, guiding them toward her moist entrance. "Wait! Caroline, what the fuck are you—" Jack’s protest dissolved into a choked moan as his testicles were forced into the slick warmth of her pussy, her inner muscles tightening instantly around them like a velvet vice. The sensation was unbearable, not just from her body, but from the sheer viciousness of what she was doing. His balls were trapped, submerged in her wetness, and the girls’ laughter was deafening as Caroline arched her back, rolling her hips slowly to amplify the pressure. Her gaze flicked downward, her lips parting slightly as another glistening droplet of cum swelled at the tip of Jack’s cock. The girls erupted into hushed whispers, their eyes locked onto the evidence of his torment. She watched as the next droplet swelled at the tip of Jack’s cock. It slid down his shaft in a slow, glistening trail, the viscous strand thickening as gravity pulled it toward her. Her thighs tightened instinctively around his trapped testicles, the movement making him groan. The cum moved closer to where her folds met his scrotum, and at the last possible second, she released him, stepping back just as the droplet splashed onto the floor between them.
Anastasia's hands reached into the waistband of her black panties. The fabric pulled against her hips before submitting, revealing the smooth flat of her lower abdomen, the shadow between her thighs, the faintest glimpse of her Venus Mound. She didn’t let Jack catch his breath. She stepped forward, her bare thigh brushing against his throbbing erection, her knee rising so her kneecap pressed flush against his swollen testicles. The pressure first built into a dull ache, then a sharp, radiating sting as she leaned her full weight into him, pinning his defenseless testicles against the unyielding bathroom door behind him. His hips jerked in vain as her knee ground deeper, molding his balls into the wooden surface. Her knee kept Jack's swollen testicles pinned against the door. She rolled her kneecap in small circles, watching his throat bob as he swallowed back groans of pain. "Feel that? That's your sperm begging to get out." The girls crowded closer as they watched droplets of cum escape the tip of his cock, first one, then another, before landing on Anastasia's bare thigh. The warm pearly streaks glistened against her skin like melted wax.
Anastasia released him with a final, lingering roll of her knee just enough to make his cock spasm an extra drop against her thigh, before she stepped back. Jack sagged against the bathroom door, his breath coming in gulps. The girls laughed low.
Athena's nails toyed with the edge of her red panties, the fabric hissing against her hips as she plunged her thumbs beneath the waistband. She peeled the silk away from her skin slowly, until her panties fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare.
All five girls stood in a loose semicircle around Jack, their naked bodies displayed before his eyes. Gretchen's nipples were still stiff from watching Jack suffer. Erin bounced slightly, her huge breasts jiggling with each movement. Caroline ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back to expose the delicate hollow of her collarbone. Anastasia stretched her arms overhead with a yawn, the motion making her heavy breasts sway hypnotically. Athena just smirked, thinking of new ways to tease and torment him. She reached for the broomstick leaning against Gretchen’s closet door. She tested its weight with a lazy twirl before tapping the blunt end against her palm. "Let's finish this game with a bang," she declared. Before Jack could retort, she jabbed the broomstick forward, hard, driving the rounded tip straight into the swollen curve of his testicles. Jack groaned as Athena twisted the broomstick's rounded tip deeper into his swollen plums. The wood pressed against them, each rotation sending fresh tremors up his abdomen. His thighs spasmed while the scarf bound his wrists. His muscles twitched as Athena twisted harder, her wrists rolling effortlessly, like she was stirring batter, while his nuts flattened under the pressure.
Athena's wrists rolled in relentless circles, twisting the broomstick deeper into Jack's swollen scrotum like she was coring an apple. The wooden tip burrowed between his testicles. "Look, girls," she giggled, nodding toward the glistening droplet of cum escaping the tip of Jack's cock. "Another one." She released the broomstick with a flick of her wrist, letting it fall to the floor just as another thick droplet of cum welled up at the tip of Jack's twitching cock. The girls watched it glisten as it trailed along his shaft. Gretchen licked her lips. "Man, he really needs to cum," she hinted, crouching to examine the growing puddle beneath him. "His balls are totally out of storage space." Her toes nudged the discarded broomstick aside. "Well, Jack?" she said, tilting her head. "You’ve endured all five of us. Who wins when it comes to busting your balls?"
Jack swallowed hard, his throat dry as he stared at Caroline’s glistening folds, still slick from where she’d trapped his balls moments ago. His cock twitched violently, not from pain this time, but from the memory of her heat enveloping him. "Caroline," he rasped. "She wins this one." The words tumbled out raw and honest. The idea of her tight warmth wrapped around his cock instead of just his swollen testicles was too much to resist. Caroline threw her arms up with a delighted squeal, bouncing on her feet as the other girls sighed dramatically. The movement made her small breasts sway enticingly, drawing Jack's gaze despite his exhaustion.
Caroline’s fingers worked at the knot binding Jack’s wrists. The scarf loosened, then fell away, leaving his arms limp at his sides. He flexed his fingers experimentally, wincing as circulation returned to normal. "Don’t get any ideas," Caroline warned, pressing her bare chest against his. "You’re still ours. And you said I won, which means you're mine now." The other girls groaned playfully, but none moved to stop her as she guided Jack backward toward the bed. His cock throbbed against her hip, still painfully hard despite the abuse. Caroline’s palm pressed against Jack’s chest as she shoved him backward onto the mattress. His body hit the sheets with a soft thud, his cock bouncing stiffly against his stomach. She swung one leg over his hips, her bare thighs framing his frame as she settled onto him like she mounted a stallion. The warmth of her slick folds brushed against the underside of his swollen shaft, making him gasp.
Caroline's hips rolled forward, her slick folds dragging against Jack's swollen shaft, not taking him inside yet, just letting her heat tease him. The girls circled the bed. Gretchen perched on the edge of the mattress, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Jack's thigh while Athena leaned over Caroline's shoulder to watch his face. Caroline lifted herself slightly to rub his leaking tip against her clit. His hips jerked upward, but she pressed him down with both palms flat on his chest. She dragged her hips backward, sliding his cock through her wetness, coating him thoroughly. Then, with a slow exhale, she sank onto him, tightening her thighs to amplify the squeeze.
Jack gasped as Caroline’s hips descended fully onto him, her body swallowing his cock. Her inner muscles clenched instantly, a soft vise that made his toes curl against the sheets. "Oh fuck," he choked out, his hands gripping the comforter as she rolled her hips in torturous circles. Caroline’s lips parted in a silent moan, her nails digging into his chest as she tilted her pelvis forward, grinding her clit against the base of his shaft.
The other girls didn’t wait for permission. Gretchen’s fingers slid between her thighs with lust, her middle finger swirling around her clit while she watched Jack’s face contort. Erin sprawled back against the pillows, legs spread wide, two fingers plunging in and out of herself in time with Caroline’s thrusts. Athena straddled Jack’s left leg, her wetness smearing against his skin as she rubbed herself against his limb without shame. Anastasia leaned against the headboard, one hand pinching her nipple while the other worked furiously between her legs, her gaze locked onto where Caroline’s body swallowed Jack’s cock whole.
Jack moaned as Caroline rocked forward, her inner muscles clenched around him like a molten fist, each contraction sending shocks of pleasure radiating up his spine. His balls, already swollen beyond belief, tightened against his body, the pressure building to unbearable levels. "Fuck! Caroline—" he gasped, his fingers digging into her hips as she leaned back, dragging her slick walls along his throbbing length before slamming down again. She felt him twitch inside her, his cock pulsing violently inside her tight vagina. She slowed her movements, just to watch his jaw clench. "Oh my god," she moaned. "He's so close." The girls' heavy breathing echoed around them, Gretchen's fingers working faster between her thighs, Athena biting her lower lip as she ground against Jack's leg, Erin's moans filling the air as she fucked herself with three fingers.
Jack’s vision blurred as Caroline's clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every rotation. His balls drew up tighter, the pressure coiling impossibly hot and thick at the base of his spine. He gritted his teeth, but there was no stopping it, not with all the torment they put him through, not with Caroline’s wet heat milking him, not with the sight of the other girls touching themselves just inches away.
"Caroline—!" His warning came out as a choked gasp, his thighs tensing against the sheets. Caroline smirked down at him, slowing her movements just enough to savor the moment. "Cum for me," she whispered, and that was all it took. Jack's body arched off the mattress violently as his orgasm ripped through him, not the controlled release of a normal climax, but a shuddering, full-body eruption, the kind that felt like his pelvis was cracking open. His cock pulsed inside Caroline with such force that her thighs quivered around him, her own moan dissolving into breathless laughter as she rocked harder against him, milking every last spurt. Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself off Jack's spent cock with a slow, sticky exhale. His shaft glistened, slick with her arousal and his own release, still twitching weakly against his stomach as if protesting the sudden emptiness. She traced a single finger along the underside of his shaft, collecting a stray pearl of cum before bringing it to her lips with a smirk. "Mmm. Salty," she mused, licking her fingertip clean while the girls giggled around her.
She traced a single finger down his sweaty chest, pausing just above his spent cock. "You know, it's kind of poetic. Your balls took more punishment tonight than a piñata at a five-year-old's birthday party, and yet—" Her fingertip flicked his softening length, drawing a wince. "—your dick still managed to shoot enough cum to repopulate a small country." The girls burst into laughter as Jack groaned, his spent genitals finally starting to recover. He knew, somewhere deep in his soul, that this wouldn't be the last time. The girls' laughter curled around him, their naked bodies still gleaming with sweat as they sprawled across the bed in various states of satisfaction. The message was clear: he was theirs. This was just the beginning.