A Succubus Takes You to BB Hell

Ok guys. By popular demand here's *A Succubus Takes You to BB Hell*.

Disclaimer: There is some taboo sexual violence mentioned. It's just to portray your character's character, and don't forget, he gets plenty of punishment.

Enjoy my first fiction bb story. Feedback would be appreciated

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You didn't view yourself as a shitty guy.

You're whole maturing life girls called you a perv. “I can't help it”, you always thought to yourself. All guys glance and peak, and girls overreact... Right?

Turns out you were a shitty guy. At least, that's what the demons would tell you.

It all began in middle school when you hit that fateful, awful, glorious event called puberty. You began to notice girls, and their features. The girls also changed. They began to realize they were being looked at. Unlike the other boys you went a little further in your newly found sexual curiosity.

Grade 8: peeping in the locker room

Grade 9: unwanted touching

Grade 10: underwear thief

Grade 11: verbal harassment

Grade 12: physical harassment

You were in between classes once and you saw a fellow deviant approach this hot chick. Blonde, ponytail, nice figure. She was against the wall with the guy's arm pressed against it as he leaned close to her. You couldn't make out any words, but she looked mad. He grinned, she scowled, and then it happened. Having one hand in his pocket and the other against the wall left him wide open. She gave him a hard shove to show him she wasn't interested. And just to be sure, she walloped him with a swift kick to his overzealous balls. As he doubled over, she speed walked away. You yourself had never been busted before, despite advancing on girls all the time. You just kept on with your day, not knowing the retribution you would inevitably face.

College freshman: even more disgusting flirting. Overly rapey catcalling

College soft-more: cornered and felt up a girl.

College junior: sidewalk groping

College senior: alleyway rape

Now you're really gonna get what's coming to ya.

At this point you've recently graduated college. You're set up in your new apartment and a few weeks into your new job. Today's the day you learn your lesson.

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It's late and time for some shut eye. You've got a whole day of eyeing up your female coworkers tomorrow after all. You lie down, head propped on a pillow, in nothing but an undershirt and underpants. As you doze off you hear a mild rustling. A shadow slides across the room as your eyes flicker open and shut. You close them for a second. After you open them, you see a pair of thighs on your bed, with the knees positioned outside your legs. Next to each of your elbows, an arm. You look up to see a set of tits and above that, a seductively smiling face. It's a demon, on all fours. You almost scream in surprise, but the lady demon puts her finger on your mouth and your body starts to feel like jelly. At this point you can only come to one conclusion. This red skinned half naked bombshell is a succubus.

“Hellooooo you,” she says with an arousing stress on each syllable as she gets up off the bed. “I've just been dying... to meet you mister. I can't wait to show you the time of your life. It's. Going. To. Be. Wiiiiiiiiillllllld,” she trails off.

This whole time she's been speaking you've been receiving an eye show. With each word she changes into a different suggestive pose. Now that you've got a good look at her you begin to really appreciate her form. A slender frame, a bit taller than you, with very ample features. A rack that would turn even the most devout religious eyes, hips that would hypnotize anyone who watched them sway, and an ass that was begging for a feel. All contained in just a few wrappings of black cloth that crossed over her body. Her face was the epitome of alluring. Deep, fully yellow eyes. Smooth lips with two small fangs. Her hair, long and sleek. The darkest black there could ever be, all while cascading down her shoulders. The last piece you noticed was the tail. That's because at this point, she's back on top of you, and that tail is slipping under the covers and towards your excited dick.

“I can tell you think you're a big boy. Let's see how big your boy can get.” She makes the move. Her maroon lips locking with yours. You must be in heaven you'd think. You couldn't be more wrong. She's back upright, leaning backwards to push her hair behind her shoulders, pushing out her enticing breasts. She's ready to ride, and your dick is out. “Fuck yeah! Here it comes!” you think. The succubus pauses. “By the way, my name's Castra... And you are going to Ballbusting Hell.” You have no time to understand. She's whipped out black stone croquet mallet from the abyss and lined up her shot. There's no time for escape. You can hear it move through the air.

**WHISSSP**

**SLAAAAAMMMMM**

The second your balls are pinned between that mallet and your pelvis everything goes black.

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“HOLLY SHIT!” you yell as you sit upright. “Oh, it was just a dream.” That is until you notice the fire and brimstone that surrounds you. Before that can bother you, you remember your balls just got driven by a mallet. The pain dawns on you. Immediately your back on the ground in a downward dog pose. Except your hands are cupping your nuts so your face is buried in dry red sand. You crane your neck with a pained expression on your face as you look forward. “Hello, Big Boy,” mocks Castra. All around her is a sexy mob of even more equally hot succubi.

And placed cross legged on a throne behind her is a tall orange shaded succubus with even larger womanly features. At least 8 feet, gowned in what can only be described as hellish metal lingerie. Any man's sense would instantly fold upon seeing her. The mega temptress opens her mouth. “Welcome to Ball. Busting. Hell. Disgusting man.”

Pure fear envelopes your mind. “You're here for one reason. We watch the men above and observe them throughout their adolescence. You have been a particularity naughty little boy,” she says with pouted lips. “My girls and I are going to enjoy your eternal damnation. Isn't that right girls.” A sorority like laughter comes from each demonette.

You protest. “No, you don't understand. I really haven't done anything,” you end with a nervous chuckle. “This uh- this is- this is just a big, um, misunderstanding.” You stand and as you desperately continue your plea. “I mean I really nev-” **TWACK** You're interrupted by a sudden kick to the balls from another succubus. You bend forward with your head down, once again cupping your balls. The succubus lifts your head to her's with her finger. As her devious expression makes eye contact with you, she says, “Mother, might I have the honor of going first?”

"Very well Domina,” The throned succubus replied. “Begin the punishment!”

Shit has hit the fan for you. Numerous escape plans are forming in your head. As if they would help. Screw it, you try to bolt. Unfortunately, you can't. From behind two other succubi hold you by the shoulders. As you cannot move, you look ahead to see Domina approaching you. At least you can take one final gander at a beautiful body before your balls are bludgeoned. Her hips sway as she approaches, her breasts bounce lightly. Domina is a dark lavender succubus, with dark red hair going down the length of her back. She wears black leathery books that cling to her skin and go past her knees a way. As you look around, you notice all the succubi don similar footwear. Her forearms have steel gauntlets going up to her wrists. You know that for certain cause one just swung between your legs.

“AHHHH! FUUUUCK!” you exclaim almost teary eyed.

“Llllet's give this a whirlllll. What did Castra callll you?... Allll right. Big Boy.” Any word with an L she gives a seductively long annunciation. And so began the real torture.

**KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE KICK KNEE**

She won't stop. Unrelenting one after the other. Until... She pauses after her last knee any winds up. **POOOOOOWWWWWW** A kick for the record books, meant just for your nuts. The two succubi behind you let you fall onto your back, in an A pose. Before you even have a chance for defense Domina unleashes what you'd call a penalty kick to the balls. **THWACK** She lets you enter the fetal position in agony, but only for a moment. The other succubi turn you onto your back and hold your arms. Domina kicks your legs apart as she looks at your package evilly, then at your face with a kissy expression.

**STOMP** As her foot plants onto your balls.

“You're a realllllll idiot, you know that. A realllllll shitty guy.” You can hear her boot pressing harder onto your nuts. “You think you shouldn't be here when, baby, this is the onlllly pllllace for you” she starts twisting back and forth with each word. “Alllll the girlllls you've viollllated need retribution. That is the purpose of Ball Busting Hellll. To take degenerate men (she'd give a fast twist) and show them a baaaaaad time.” You think to yourself. If your nuts give out it will hurt more than anything, but the torture will stop. “Trust me little boy. It's going to take a real long time for that to happen.” She read your mind? That means- “Hey Caaaastraaaa, this guy has some really flattering thoughts about you.” Her foot comes off your flattened sack as you gasp for air.

“Right,” Castra replied coyly. “I think It's my turn.”

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The demonettes began dragging your limp body toward a new chamber, with Castra leading the way. This gives you a good view of her ass. Until you're forced to drop your head again after she back kicks your balls as she walks. “I thought succubus were just supposed to tempt and fuck,” you cough out.

“We can't exactly tempt men who have already fallen so very hard, now can we. You were already a bad boy. So, it's our duty to lay down some burning punishment.” Castra slid her hands down her body as she said that. “It's the good boys we have to tempt. Steal their souls through wild, hot, sweaty sex." Your cock, despite its abuse, begins to twitch.

You enter the new chamber. It's full of medieval looking devices that you can only imagine the purpose of while you swallow in fear. The demonettes take you to a wooden X shaped board sitting at a 45-degree angle. After your wrists and ankles are tied in, Castra approaches. “I'll need your meat out of the way for this. Just the sight of us gives immediate hard-ons. But you'll need a little assistance after one of Domina's thorough beatings.” using the sharp end of her tail, Castra cuts off your underpants completely, and gets to work. “Using my hands would be too easy. I'll test my visual prowess.” A pole made of bone descends from the ceiling. A pole Castra is quick to grasp onto. Her flowing curves move harmoniously with her flowing movements. She worked that pole as if it was your cock, and that would be the point.

It only took 8 seconds of her stripper style slithering to put you past full mast. She used the force of her last spin to launch herself at you. Her body resting on yours as her hand made its way down. “Boys are all the same,” Castra remarked with a subtle frown as she punched your already pulverized balls.

This is it, you're gonna lose em. But you remember what Domina said. Castra interrupted your thought. “Hell magic dear boy. It's truly amazing. How you feel as if your breaking, but were not through yet. Not. Even. Close.” As she slid off you another succubi handed her a whip shaped like a snake.

“Shit”... And so, her onslaught begins.

**CRACK**

The first crack of the whip pulls cries of pain from your lips. In between attacks Castra slides the whip across her body as a risqué dancer would a scarf. “One two three four, your body will sag to the floor,” the succubi mocked in unison. Castra's whipping hand was precise, practiced, and most of all... just. There is a justice in hell, but it's not the devil. It's his brides.

“I think some more clear justice would be acceptable at this point. Wouldn't you agree sisters.” The succubi giggled like demented alluring schoolgirls. If such a thing exists. You'd never know because you're stuck in BB Hell. You cannot imagine what 'clear justice' they have planned.

“Gather round girls. It's time for Big Boy to take his medicine. The X shaped board is lifted several feet into the air by chains and stops positioned over a what you'd describe as a metal balance beam. You have some ideas of what's next in mind. But your eyes are drawn down below as the succubi undergo a transformation. A dark purple fog encapsulates each of their bodies. As it disperses, you immediately notice their new look. They have all changed into the appearance of the women you've harassed and violated. Again, you can only think to yourself “Shit”.

“Oh, look girls. He thinks he so big, but we know what he really is.” The voices even match. “Small Boy is what we should call him.” This is freaking you out. But then again, they're all girls you targeted. So they at least look nice. Unfortunately, you had forgotten about the mind reading, and they all pass an angry frown your way. The succubi might as well be the actual girls. “Should I do it ladies?” one exclaims as her finger hovers over a button. In unison you hear, “Drop him.” Again, you think “Shit.” With a wink the one girl says “oops” as she presses the button and the ties on your wrists and ankles retract. Still above the metal balance beam, you fall.

**BAWAAAAAMMMMMMMM** The sound reverberates

“a-a-aaa-u-uu-u-u-aa,” you stutter as the trauma sinks in. Nothing till this point had devastated your balls as much a this had. Your body still A posed and stiff as the girls begin to cheer loudly. Only after a few seconds do you start to slide. Off the beam and onto the ground you go. No screams to scream as the breath was knocked out of you. The girls stand around your crumpled mass, flaunting themselves suggestively so as to mock you. But you cannot cop a feel as you always have done.

“Oh look girls. He's given up. Small Boy just got smaller.” They'd laugh as they'd done before. “let's make sure girls. Just in case,” you heard from the back. “Oh god, what more do they want,” you'd think. Once again gravity is defied, and you are forced to your feet by some invisible force. The group stops their laughing and deadpan expressions overtake all their faces. “It's time to get personal,” said the girls. Your muscles start to firm up again. More hell magic? But for what purpose? Only to be weakened again of course.

**BAM** One girl kicks your balls hard from the front.

**POW** Another girl gives a surprise uppercut.

**THUMP THUMP THUMP** As three girls pound your balls with their knees in a row.

Back and forth it goes. As your tossed around the circle of victimized women.

“That's for the pervy looks!” A leg makes contact with your nuts

“That's for touching my ass!” A fist collides with your manhood.

“And this-” a girl winds up “-is for what you did to me in the alley!” Her foot swings harder than you've ever seen.

**THWACKKKK**

The steel toe of her shoe digs into your scrotum. As your vision fades and you begin to fall, the succubi's disguises fade. The last think you see is Castra's face. “Enjoy your deviled eggs.”

End?

WRONG

Your eyes open. It was all a dream? No. You're still falling, but not from standing up to the ground, but from the air to the ground. You fall several feet.

**SPLAT**

Your still in BB Hell and you landed nuts first on a protruding rock. You grasp your somehow still intact package as you slump off onto your side. Not just back in BB Hell, but back in the throne room. Again, pulled up by an unknown force you're still surrounded by luscious succubi. Perhaps this time it's a wet dream.

“Oh honey,” Castra walks up to you. “I'd say this is more so our dream. Thanks for the good time, but it's not over yet." She strokes your tip only to turn away leaving you wanting. The group of saucy ladies are this time armed with a variety of familiar tools. All hellified versions though. Each One taking on a sexy pose with their item.

A voluptuous purple succubus approaches you. She wears a black one-piece that pushes her breasts up and forward. “Like what you see.” she teases. “Better look down though.”

**WUUUUMP**

A baseball bat lifts you off your heels by your balls.

“Ooo, did that hurt? How about some of this.” She swings harder this time.

**WAAAMM**

Off the ground you go. The moment she retracts you're hit again, this time from the back.

**TONGGGG**

A golf club just hit a hole in one on two balls.

**BAM WACK WOMP POW**

Pipes, pool ques, hammers, and more, demolish your jewels from all angles. But each movement the succubi make is still really fucking hot.

“STOP!” a voice booms. It's the orange she-devil. The succubi pause and you slump to your knees. “We didn't get a proper introduction. I'm Emascuella, Satan's first wife. And I would looooove a try.” All the other succubi retreat as the mother of all milfs dismounts her chair.

Never before has a women's walk been so tantalizing. Your cock is standing at attention, and each of her steps put you closer to climax. She's perfect, the grace in her strut, how mysterious and inviting it is. If you could move, you'd be pouncing on her. One hand on her hip displays her curvature as the other hand flicks some hair behind her shoulder. The ultimate sexy bad girl. With tits and ass that melt the brain.

“Oh silly boy.” she bends down at the hips to meet her eyes close to yours. Breasts in your face. “My eyes are up here little boy.” She puts her hand over her mouth as she chuckles a little. “Now... How should I go about this? Hmmm... Oh, I know.” She stands upright and leans to the side like any sassy girl would, and proceeds to snap her fingers.

You feel a wrench in your gut coming up from a sharp pain in your balls. Immediately your hands shoot down. “Oh silly boy. Cupping them won't do any good. Not against my technique." She closes her fist a bit and your pain increases. “Because you see, the force crushing your perverted balls is not physical.” she closes her fist some more. Your balls are buckling. She closes her fist even more. Your balls are about to burst.

But then....

She releases you from her telekinetic grip. Still, all you can do is double over as she telekinetically keeps your legs upright. “I don't have the right to the finishing blow. That belongs to the succubus who captured you.” she points towards Castra.

She approaches you and begins to circle, eyeing you up and down as she goes. As she passes in front, you take another stare at that killer bod.

**ZIP**

Her hand extends out at lightning speed. Clamping down on your nuts as she steps right up to your face. “It's been fun, but remember... You're a piece of shit." Your balls start to compress as she squeezes harder. Each squeeze causing a crackling sound, as your balls are further tortured in this wicked goddess's vice like grip. This is the end. You try to eye fuck her one last time. Her skin so smooth and sexy, those lips, those breasts, that ass. Despite her torture her shape is still amazing. Those curves, her legs, her shoulders, even the hand destroying your manhood. She squeezes more and more, both your bodies tensing. Until the tension is released.

**CRUNCH**

Your balls have been crushed by a girl of your dreams. The hottest you've gotten close to, but never got to have your way with. Your eyes roll back as you fall back to the dirt. Despite how pointless it is, you cup your lost masculinity. The demonettes disperse.

You lay there for hours.

It's over though. Your stuck here with no testicles for them to- "Hold on"... What's that you feel in your hands. Your balls? They're restored. You feel fit enough to stand even. Completely rejuvenated. Oh, how wonderf-

**WAP**

You look down. Staring back at you is the tip of a leather boot. Planted firmly between your legs is the boot's shin. And standing behind you is a smiling Castra. It all sinks in. Still standing, a single tear of pain glides down your face accompanied by a quiet high-pitched squeak.

Castra's voice behind you remarks, “What did you expect? It's Ballbusting Hell.”