Revenge on the World's Most Beloved Manhood

Getting revenge on my cheating boyfriend was all that mattered to me. I knocked on Jack's front door. He opened it wearing nothing but a black speedo, perfectly outlining his massive cock and balls. He had the gall to look at me with a smug smile. Not only that, the slut he'd been fucking stood right beside him in red panties. The big-titted bitch smirked at me and bit her bottom lip.

Jack said, "Oh, hi there Katie, this is my friend Donna. Isn't she pretty?"

"How could you do this to me?!"

He said, "Come on, you know I deserve to fuck whoever I want. Just look at me. I'm human perfection. My face is perfect. My muscles are perfect." He leaned out his bulge toward me. "My cock and balls are absolute units of perfection. Every woman who sees this bulge spends the rest of her life dreaming of it."

His slut said, "You're not worthy of him, you dumb bitch."

Rage shook my hands. To an extent though, he was right. I couldn't imagine a more perfect-looking male. Plus, it was true that woman seemed to be obsessed with his bulge. He'd flaunt it in tight clothes with his hips leaned out, and they'd drop their jaws and soak their panties. Every woman I knew loved talking about his goods, how utterly beautiful they were.

The fucker leaned his bulge out further, pressing his cock onto my pussy in tight white leggings. That was the moment I knew how I'd get my revenge.

I said, "What you're touching right now is true perfection. The wad of genitals you males have is a tragically flawed design, and I'm gonna prove it to you."

Jack got a tense look in his eyes, like he knew what I was about to do. With as much quickness as I could muster, I pulled my pussy away, and jerked my open hand toward his low-hanging bulge.

He reacted immediately, pulling his hips back with astonishing speed. Unfortunately for him, his bulge was long enough that it took a moment for those ungainly genitals to catch up to his hips. That delay (one of the many flaws in the design of male genitalia) was all I needed.

My hand snatched his cock and balls with a satisfying slap sound. They were so big, my fingers and palm really hand to squeeze into them to maintain a grip.

His eyes and mouth jolted wide open. He made a deep gasp. His jittering hands gently held my squeezing hand. My ecstatic eyes made contact with his shocked eyes.

I had him by his perfect, beloved bulge! His helpless manhood was mine!

The slut grabbed her blond head and yelled, "Oh my god! What the fuck do you're think doing!?"

Without even breaking eye contact with Jack, I said, "Shut up, cunt."

Speaking softly, he said, "K-Katie, st-stop right now."

I said, "Aww, what's wrong, Jack? Now you're not so *cocky*." At the word, cocky, I squeezed his cock and balls with a sudden jolt of strength. I'd never seen his face in pain. It was adorable.

"Aaahhhh! F-fuck! Fuck! This is dangerous. Just let go."

The slut looked devastated over what I was doing to her favorite toys. She lamented, "Don't damage them. They're so beautiful. Please, please let go."

I smirked and said, "I'll let this one go so I can get a better grip. My thumb pushed his cock out of the way. My little hand enveloped his balls as much as it could, squeezing into that tender, wonderful-feeling flesh.

"Hhmmuuuuhhh!" His muscles tightened, looking even sexier. His pain-filled eyes were absolutely gratifying.

I said, "Look at you. All your bravado and glorious muscles are now completely useless, all because I have a grip on these pathetic things." I tugged his balls.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" His head jerked back, then sank forward. His pleading eyes found mine again.

I said, "You'd always been so proud of your balls, flaunting them constantly, talking about how you're tough as hell because your nuts are so big. Unfortunately for you, that only makes them more sensitive." I began twisting his balls

He shrieked. His hands let go of my nut-filled hand. His body writhed. His voice squeezed through his tightened throat, "My jewels. My precious jewels. You're choking them. They can't breath. You're destroying my manhood."

With tears in her eyes, the slut said, "Oh, my poor baby, and those poor balls." Jack heard this and looked even more humiliated.

I said, "These nuts are the source of your masculinity, and yet they're so sensitive, so delicate, so . . . feminine. It's the weakness that undoes all your strengths. No wonder it's become so popular for women to ballbust nowadays. We love to remind you guys how pathetic you are."

Even with all his nut-pain, my verbal ballbust cut so deep that impotent rage took over his face. It was like I had delivered a devastating nut-kick to his entire sex.

The slut said, "Do something, Jack! Fight back! Prove that she hasn't squeezed out all your male pride!"

Jack breathed hard, like he was pumping himself up. He raised his fist, then threw it toward my face. It bounced off my chin like a wet noodle. I giggled at him and began twisting his balls even harder.

He let out a high-pitched moan. Agony erased the fury from his face.

The slut said, "You're the best man I've ever seen, and you can't even fight off a petite girl? You men are fucking pathetic!"

The added humiliating seemed to make him groan. I kept piling on by patting his perfect cock and saying, "Aww, poor Jacky Jack can't handle a lil' nut-pain."

I began wildly shaking his balls. He repeatedly grunted as his body shivered and twitched. My goodness, I had so much fun with those balls. All the while, the slut watched with a defeated expression. I tugged down. I tugged up. Left, right, in every direction, over and over. I ran my thumb across them, back and forth. That one really brought out the high notes.

I was having so much fun, I didn't notice Jack losing the strength to stand. His knees buckled. On his way down, I held on to his balls as hard as I could, but they still popped out of my grasp. That forced out his most pain-filled scream of the day.

He lay on his back, jittering with his hands on his balls. A "perfect male", easily defeated by a vengeful female. I shoved his lifeless hands away. I then kicked his balls as hard as I could into his body. I loved the feeling of my hard feminine flesh sinking deep into the soft nucleus of his masculinity. His head and limbs shook as squeaks escaped his throat.

The slut said, "I can't believe I was ever fond of this wimp. I apologize to you. Can you forgive me?"

"I can after I do this."

I kicked her red panty-clad cunt with just as much force. She gasped, grabbed her pussy, and fell into the fetal position. She scowled up at my smirking face.

I giggled and said, "Just be glad you don't have balls."

As I walked away, I looked back and was pleased to see Donna getting busy. With one hand still nursing her pussy, her other hand grabbed Jack's swelling nuts. She began yanking his balls ferociously. With each yank, he screeched as his whole body twitched. She tugged so hard, I was surprised his balls stayed attached.

Donna started yelling at him, giving his defeated manhood another yank during each word. "You! Fucking! Big! Nutted! Loser! You! Deserve! A! Million! Of! These! . . ."