Melody Seduces a Virgin — Part 1 of 2 · Meet Cute, Cute Meat
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Contains: >!circumcision humiliation, rupture, castration, mommy roleplay!<
Ryan sat at the counter of the pub, fidgeting awkwardly as he nursed his pint. He was aware of how to flirt, theoretically. He'd read books and advice online walking him through his many shortcomings and failures and weak spots and strong spots. The issue had been putting any of it into practice.
At 27 years old, he was depressingly inexperienced. He’d tried everything. Self help, therapy, liquid courage — nothing seemed to get him any closer to even a single date, let alone that distant, fantastical goal of the touch of a real woman. He’d never so much as kissed one, despite everything he tried.
He crossed his legs in discomfort from the painful effects of his current effort at self-improvement. “Seminal retention” was supposed to give him some kind of super confidence, animal magnetism and “thoughtform attractiveness” — whatever that meant — but all the four weeks of abstinence had given him so far was an incredibly sore, full set of blue balls, and the complete inability to focus on anything but the women around him. As it turned out, women didn’t find a drooling, leering pervert any more appealing than the shy, mumbling soft boy he’d been when he was still emptying his balls regularly.
A couple of drunk girls walked by, short skirts swishing around pale flesh, and he caught a whiff of their pheromones. He groaned and spread his legs apart more, his cock throbbing just from the thought of viable pussy so tantalisingly close yet out of reach. He manspread shamelessly on the pub stool to relieve some of the pressure in the throbbing, purple plums as his cock tented his trousers and drooled the tiniest drop of precum inside his underwear.
Still, if this discomfort actually landed him sex — like, real pussy, on a real woman, instead of his lube-slick hand for the billionth time — it was worth it. Anything was worth that, at this point. Ryan was desperate. He dreaded turning 30 without experiencing that one basic, eternal human comfort. Everyone he’d known had lost their virginity years ago — and while his friends never mocked him for it, he could tell from the sidelong glances and subtle questioning they were beginning to wonder if he’d ever find a romantic partner, female or otherwise.
He just needed to find a woman he could talk to. He scanned the room gloomily, looking for a woman he didn’t find too intimidating to talk to, and found himself coming up short. A well-dressed older American woman was sitting alone, vastly beautiful and definitely out of his league. Some drunk uni girls looked like they were having a fun night and were low on inhibitions, but the thought of approaching four girls at once made him queasy. Two women sat with their boyfriends. Another girl was sipping her whiskey and swiping idly on her phone, obviously not wanting to be bugged. Was this seriously how he was supposed to meet someone?
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Ryan blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing and hearing.
“Hello?”
There was no way she was real. Or rather, there was no way that the American woman had got out of her booth, walked up to him, and stood before him offering to buy him a drink. Her generous cleavage filled out her tight black dress and then some, deliciously squeezed tightly and bursting out above the low cut of her dress. Two subtle but unmistakable points helpfully informed Ryan she was braless. Dirty blonde hair covered her bare shoulders, and she was smiling hungrily at him, like a pet shop customer who’d just seen the kitten they wanted to take home.
He crossed his legs in a futile attempt to hide his boner. She stared brazenly, then met his eyes and grinned.
Ryan tried to think of anything intelligent to say. He failed.
“I…already have a drink.” LITERALLY the stupidest possible thing. How could he fuck up something as easy as this?
She blinked, confused, but shrugged it off. “Well, I don’t. What are you buying me?”
He stammered and ordered something random from the bartender. She didn’t seem to notice or care what it was, paying the man without taking her eyes off his crotch.
“Do you…come here often?” he sputtered like an idiot.
She laughed. “No, not really. I’m from out of town. Way out of town, actually. I just flew to England for a little vacation. Er, a holiday.” She smiled at him, and he practically melted into his seat.
“My son just headed off to college — or, uh, uni as y’all call it — and I have the house to myself for the first time in years. I’d always wanted to see England.”
At that, Ryan knew there had to be divine intervention involved here. No tourist flew across the Atlantic fucking ocean for the chance to see this nothing town in the middle of nowhere, an hour from London or any interesting civilisation. He couldn’t figure it out, and it didn’t matter. Her hand was on his thigh. Touching him. Physically.
He throbbed against his jeans, and he knew her hand was close enough to feel the fabric move.
“Do you?”
“Um…Do I what?”
She rolled her eyes. “Come a lot.”
He stared at her.
“Come here often? Since you live nearby, presumably?”
“Oh! Yeah, I just…Yeah, no I mean. I don’t come. I mean, I don’t come to this pub — I usually, uh. Just stay home.”
“Are you having trouble hearing me, cutie?” He definitely couldn’t have heard that right.
“Sorry! Sorry. It’s so noisy in here.”
“Want to find something more private?”
“Oh! Yeah.” Ryan nodded to an empty booth in the corner. “Can we talk over there?”
Her hand abruptly moved lower, and he gasped.
“I was thinking something much more private.” She leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. Her hand continued wandering, sliding under his waistband, and down until…
She touched him. He felt it like an electric shock, the first touch of a woman on his dick. She smiled satisfiedly at him as he went silent, trying his best to keep himself under control. Her hand drifted even lower and wrapped around his balls. The mysterious, nameless woman rolled them around, just firm enough to elicit the tiniest twinge of pain, deliciously hefting his manhood and sizing him up. Ryan felt like a piece of meat, but his cock quivered above her probing hand, drooling precum. Should he apologize for making a mess on her? She definitely didn’t seem to mind, and there was no way she was missing the globs of clear, sticky man-sap he was covering her hand and the inside of his underwear with.
“My apartment isn’t too far.” She giggled. “Sorry, my flat.”
She squeezed her own handful flat, and Ryan gasped in pain. Her eyes widened.
“Oops! I’m really sorry. Thought I had your cock there. Er, sorry, your todger.”
Ryan’s eyes watered but he tried to stay cool. “We…we say cock here too. It’s ok! Just an accident, ma’am.” Stupid. He addressed her like she was a teacher or his mum, not a potential girlfriend.
“Yeah, of course.” She grinned. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”
“Ryan.” He hadn’t even fucking asked her name yet. “Um. And you, ma’am? I mean, miss?”
“Ma’am works fine, Ryan. I’m Melody.”
Ryan
On their Uber to her city-centre flat, Melody repeatedly apologized to Ryan for the humbleness of her place. Ryan nodded shakily, figuring her AirBnB couldn’t be worse than his studio flat. He wasn’t thinking too focused on that at all, to be honest. She was still idly playing with his cock and balls in the back of the cab. Her hand would drift up his cock, circling the head and milking out a thick glob of precum, leaving him right on the edge before pulling away.
Occasionally she’d drift lower and fondle his testicles, rolling them gently but firmly back and forth, which sent a chill up his spine. She didn't accidentally squeeze him again, but some sixth sense seemed to tell him his plums were in mortal danger every time her hand circled them.
It was just nervousness at getting to lose his virginity, of course. He just needed to get over it. He moaned as her thumb traced back up the bottom of his cock, probing inquisitively into the bottom of his cockhead.
“Oh.” Melody sounded slightly disappointed. “Are you cut, Ryan?”
He winced and nodded.
“I thought they didn’t circumcise over here.”
“They don’t. When I was 20, the doctor said I had a medical issue – it was too tight, or something — and I had to get it cut.”
“Wow.” She unzipped his trousers and flopped his cock out.
“Melody!”
“Oh, relax. The driver can’t see back here.” She circled his cock head with her hand, swirling his precum around for lube. “Very high and tight, isn’t it? I figured most guys would’ve gotten it low and loose, if they could choose.” Her thumb probed into the bottom of his cockhead, and she gasped.
“And you had them take out your frenulum, too?”
“No,” he said bitterly, “I didn’t. I’d wanted it low, and loose, and I’d specifically discussed with the doctor to make sure she wouldn’t cut my frenulum off. I hadn’t been with a girl — at that point — but I’d…I mean, I’d masturbated, and I knew those bits felt really good, and read online about how I’d lose all this sensation if she cut them off.”
“But my step-mum was with me, and after anaesthesia, she talked to the surgeon again. Made some specific alterations so they’d gouge all of that away, I guess, and stretch it super drum tight so I’d have as little foreskin and sensation left as possible. When I asked her about it after, she just shrugged and said that was how circumcisions were supposed to be. Like she’d never even heard of it any other way, or even given it a second thought.”
“Oh Ryan. You poor boy.” She swirled her palm around his bare, numbed cockhead. “She really did you a favor though, you know.”
“She took away all the best parts.”
“You’re still plenty sensitive, boy. Look at how twitchy you are.” She squeezed tight, and he arched his back so hard he lifted off the seat. Another giant splurt of precum coated her hand. “You’d probably have blown your load by now if you’d gotten cut your way.”
“Ahh! I suppose so — oh god!”
“See? Mom always knows best.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t you rather last long enough to get inside me?”
“Ok, ok, ok ok ok.” He hyperventilated as she mercilessly teased him to the edge, letting go of his bare dick right before he actually blew his load.
“You want that, don’t you? You’re going to hold your cum back until I say, right?” Ryan frantically nodded.
“Yes Melody — oh god. Please…please go easier.”
“I’m going to do exactly as I please with you, Ryan. Trust me. I know my way around a full pair of balls.” The driver pulled to a stop in front of a very expensive looking block of flats.
“Ok.”
“Good boy. Look, we’re here.” Melody unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, leaving him to awkwardly tuck his leaky, quivering member back into his jeans before the Uber driver noticed.
Ryan gawped at the “humble” lodgings. He’d been expecting an AirBNB, not one of these posh modern flats. The place looked like something out of a magazine, with sharp lines, glass surfaces, and furniture that seemed more like art than something you were allowed to sit on.
“I know it isn’t much, but it was as nice as I could find on short notice. This whole trip to England was pretty last minute. Before he moved out, my son and I had a sort of…falling out, near the end of his senior year, and we haven’t been talking, really. I was lonely, and just wanted an adventure. And to find someone to keep me, you know…A little less lonely.”
“Of course! I…I can do that.” His cock tented his jeans again. She laughed.
“I’m sure you can. You can take your boxers off, Ryan. I can tell you’re a little uncomfortable there.”
“Um.” He frowned. “Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”
“When I’m ready, boy. Let’s take it one step at a time. Do you want a drink?” Without waiting for his response, she opened a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. She held them and stared at him expectantly, arching an eyebrow.
“Come on, Ryan. I spent the whole ride here playing with your cock. It’s hardly the time to be shy now, is it? Show mommy what you’re packing down there.”
As excited as he was for this, this wasn’t quite how he’d pictured it. Certainly, he hadn’t expected losing his virginity to make him feel so small. He pulled his trousers down, then took a deep breath and flopped his briefs down as well. His cock caught on the elastic band as it went down and flipped up, spattering himself with clear drops of prejaculate.
Melody grinned wolfishly. “Gorgeous. It’s so smooth and shiny. Most American guys don’t get theirs cut that tightly, but girls always prefer it when it’s snipped as cleanly as possible. You really are lucky, Ryan. Even if you’re not quite as big as some other guys.”
“I’m not small,” he said defensively. Melody shrugged.
“Well, you’re not tiny. I’ve certainly seen bigger, though. Have a seat. Spread your legs apart so I can really take a look at you.”
He took a seat at the end of the loveseat, and reluctantly spread his legs apart. His balls slid out and rolled onto the cold leather. His cock bobbed eagerly above, stretched tight and shiny bare, precum dribbling down its smooth underside.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she purred. “How long have you been filling them up, Ryan?”
He blinked. “Uh, what?”
“Your balls, Ryan. They’re clearly very full. They’re so tight, and almost purple. Has it been three weeks since you had a release?” She grinned. “Come on, you can tell me. How long since you’ve had sex, Ryan? Who was the last lucky girl to drain those plums dry?”
“Um.” He coughed. He’d expected tonight’s activities to be more focused on his dick, but at least she wasn’t implying he was too small for her anymore.
“It’s been four weeks since I’ve…released, I guess. And…I’ve never been with a girl before.”
Melody stopped short. “Wait. Seriously? How old are you?”
He blushed. “27, ma’am. But I’ve never really found the right person. You know, it’s hard —”
“Oh, but the American MILF who groped you in the bar is your soulmate?” She chuckled.
“It’s ok, Ryan. You’ve been trying to lose your virginity for a while, haven’t you?”
“...yeah, I have. Just haven’t had much luck. If you want someone more experienced, I understand.”
“Oh Ryan, nothing is further from the truth. Do you know how lucky I am? Two swollen balls, packed tight full of cum, attached to a totally inexperienced guy, who’s just desperate for my touch…You are absolutely perfect.”
“I mean, I could tell you weren’t the most macho man in the world, even back in the pub. I didn’t realize just how wimpy you were.” He whimpered.
“I’m not a wimp.”
“We’ll see about that, sweetie. But it’s ok. I don’t need some big, hung manly man tonight. I need someone I can play with, and use, and do anything I want to. Someone I can teach about all the stuff I like in bed, who’s not going to pout or cry or tell me no. Are you going to tell me no tonight, Ryan?”
“No. I mean, uh…I’ll agree to everything. I promise.”
She laughed. “Good boy. Here, have some wine.”
As Melody sauntered over to her victim, she reminisced over the last year.
One year since that fateful month. One year since she’d felt Malcolm’s testicle explode beneath her thumb. One year since visiting her own son in the recovery ward, his legs splayed wide apart in the stirrups to give her a clear view at his empty scrotum. One year since she’d had to deal with the reality that she’d never get grandchildren, and watch her only son’s manhood slowly shrivel up day after day as his testosterone left him permanently.
Life at home had been awkward after that. Robert hadn’t wanted much to do with her, even through all of her apologies. She couldn’t blame him, really; watching your own mom masturbate while you’re screaming in pain from your last ruptured testicle had to take a toll on any guy. Feeling your own final drops of semen leak out, knowing you’ll never have any sexual pleasure for the rest of your life, while the one woman who was supposed to protect you was shaking from the pleasure of watching would hurt any boy.
And on top of that, she hadn’t been able to resist Malcolm. At first she’d tried to keep her trysts with her son’s one-nutted friend stealthy, but it was impossible; Melody had never been able to keep herself quiet during a good orgasm, and Malcolm provided plenty. She knew she should be a little more sympathetic to her eunuch son’s plight, but the uniball boy was just so irresistible. His throbbing cock filled her hungry pussy so perfectly, and the remainder of his manhood made for a fantastic stress toy before, during, and after their hookups.
For foreplay, she’d slam a cheeky knee into Malcolm’s crotch until he was wheezing. During sex, she’d use it like a handhold, pulling as hard as she could to speed him up or crushing his nut pancake-flat when she wanted him to slow down. Afterwards, she’d lay next to the quivering, crying boy, softly probing the organ, luxuriating in whatever new damage she’d inflicted, pressing him into her bosom when her thumb sank into a particularly bruised patch of gonad meat. Malcolm proved that a boy could be just as fun with a half empty sack as a full one. Their trysts were stimulating enough to keep Melody distracted from her son’s loud sobbing in the room next door.
But eventually, Robert went off to college, and Melody found herself hungry again, in a way she hadn’t been for years. His castration had reawakened something insatiable inside of her, and torturing Malcolm’s last nut only staved it off without providing her the satisfaction she really needed.
Melody craved castration. She needed it like she needed air or water.
The sleepy town in the middle of the English countryside provided a perfect hunting ground for her. Thousands of miles away, nobody knew who she was, and nobody would be able to track her down when she’d finished with her victim. And Ryan was truly the perfect victim, even more so than she’d expected. She’d sized him up as a single, sexually frustrated young man with an inferiority complex from across the room, but she hadn’t realized just how true that was.
Four weeks of blueballing and a lifetime of virginity. Roiling, cum-packed blueballs attached to a weak-willed boy who melted in her hand. He even bore a passing resemblance to her son. After decades of abstention and self-control from her urge to neuter any and every healthy man she knew, he was the perfect victim to finally indulge in.
He was sitting on her couch, his lovely balls puddled out between his legs, the constant stream of precum from his modest erection pooling in the dimple between his scrotum and his member. Ryan looked up at her like a scared puppy, nervous but eager. She walked over with both glasses of wine, smirking, and ‘tripped’.
Melody was well experienced in this exact ‘accident’ by now. Expertly turning to avoid spilling any of the expensive vintage, she fell forward into his lap, her left knee extended. With his legs spread apart and his balls as large as they were, she couldn’t have missed his package if she tried. His testicles were extremely full, but still had enough give to flatten beneath her weight. The virgin let out a faint wheeze as she collapsed into him, pinning all of her weight onto his left ball.
“Oops.” The boy looked up at her in disbelief, and she met his eyes. Then she rolled her weight to the right side, flattening the other half of his manhood. Wriggling her weight back and forth on his privates, she enjoyed the look of confusion starting to set in.
“Melody — FUCK! You got me in the balls.”
“Sorry sweetie. I didn’t realize. I can just be so klutzy.” She rolled back and forth, steamrolling his balls as flat as she could, before appearing to get up — right before pulling her knee back again and slamming it into his crotch.
“It’s an accident. I swear.” She pulled her knee back again and — crunch.
“Accident?!” He squeaked.
“Yes. Totally an accident.” Thump, CRUNCH.
“STOP!” She pulled her knee away and stood up, allowing Ryan to fall over onto the loveseat, hands stuffed between his thighs.
“Is this…what is this? What are you doing?”
“I’m just clumsy, Ryan.”
“You kneed me in the balls, twice. Obviously intentionally. Please, I thought we were going to…”
“Thought we were going to what, Ryan?” She leaned over him, allowing her breasts to nearly spill out of her tight black dress. Despite his pain, his eyes were drawn to the swath of milky-white flesh she presented him.
“Did you want to go inside me, boy? Feel mommy’s tight pussy around you? Make me cum all over you?”
He nodded frantically.
“Well, we can still do that. But I admit, those hits weren’t accidental. I just have a little kink, you know? I like hurting boys in the bollocks. Or, the goolies. That’s what you call them here, right?”
“...Yeah. But we usually just say balls.”
“Sure. Balls then, love. I love hurting balls. I can admit that now. I used to be embarrassed, but I’ve gotten comfortable with my kinks, and that’s my biggest one. And you said you’d do everything I wanted tonight. I promise, I’ll let you inside of me, and I’ll let you make me cum. But you have to let me have my fun as well, right?”
He looked confused. “I mean…is this…foreplay? I…I’ve watched porn. They never do any of this stuff. It’s mostly like, dick sucking, and…touching lightly, and….nothing painful.”
“This isn’t porn, Ryan,” she said seriously. “I’m a real woman, with real needs. And real sex is about giving as well as taking. You can give me what I want, right?”
“I don’t know…”
She lifted her leg in front of his face and saw his eyes grow wide. She hadn’t worn panties that night; Ryan looked straight ahead at what would’ve been the first pussy he’d seen in his life.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise. You can endure a little pain for the chance to get inside my pussy, right Ryan?”
Melody could see the resistance visibly drain out of him as his balls overrode his common sense.
“You’re not going to…do any permanent damage, right?”
“Of course not. I promise, I won’t pop anything,” Melody lied. God, this was going to be easy. Her knee was still up in the air, giving him a view of her pussy.
“Ok. As long as you don’t go too hard. I really want to have kids some day, and I’ve heard —”
She brought her heel down, slamming it between his legs and crushing his balls against the stiff couch beneath. Ryan hunched over, hugging and pawing at her shin and her thigh, desperately trying to ease the pressure. Melody just leaned forward, putting more and more weight onto his nuts, twisting her shoe slowly. She could feel the organs starting to flatten, and she knew the intense pressure and inexorable twisting motion would soften and untangle the tightly knotted tubules inside, allowing them to break apart more beneath her.
Ryan’s head lolled back and he gagged with pain. His eyes were watering so much he could barely see, but he struggled to keep them open so he could keep staring at that beautiful, subtle cleft beneath her skirt. He could feel Melody grinding his balls back and forth, and he started to get scared she’d accidentally rupture something.
But she promised. She’d absolutely promised she wouldn’t pop them. He reminded himself of that as she put more and more pressure onto his tender bollocks. The older woman was obviously very experienced at this kind of foreplay, whatever it was. He trusted she wouldn’t go too far.
But god he couldn’t wait for the main event. The pain was staggering. After an eternity, she lifted her foot up, looking both satisfied and disappointed with him.
“You really withstood that, hm? Still feeling up for more?”
If more meant more ballcrushing, he was not. “More…what?”
“More foreplay, sweetie.” His reaction answered for him.
“Oh, we can do something a little less painful. Come on, lay back. On the couch.”
“What…what are you going to do to me?”
“Relax. I’ll give your nuts a break for a second.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want to taste my pussy?”
That was what he’d been expecting foreplay to be. Without another word, he rolled over onto the couch and laid back. Melody straddled him, pinning him in place. He could smell her pussy, and felt it dripping onto his chin.
“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to please mommy? You’ve done a great job tonight, cutie. I’ve loved crushing your balls so far. It’s hard to explain, but some boys have a pair that’s just made to be crushed. Like, some are really small, or really hard, or way too big, or dangle too low or are packed too tightly to get a grip on. But yours are perfect, Ryan.”
“Um. Oh.”
“They fit perfectly in my hand. They have just enough give that I can really feel them deform when I’m pressing down, but they’re sturdy enough I know they’re still fully functional. You know, if you bust a pair too much, they can actually lose a lot of their functionality even before they pop. They get loose and pliable and all mushy, and you can just tell the guy’s already sterile even though he’s got a full sack. But yours are going to stay super fertile for a long time, I can tell. Trust me, Ryan, these are every girl’s favorite type of nuts to crack.”
“...Thanks.” He wasn’t sure he enjoyed that particular compliment. And he definitely didn’t enjoy how detailed she was about ‘losing functionality’. Still, he knew this had to just be some kind of BDSM-power play she got off on.
He could feel her pussy getting wet, girl drool slicking against his skin. She leaned back and slid herself closer to his lips, then finally settled on top. Her pussy lips and hair and clit filled his view beneath her black skirt. She still hadn’t undressed.
“Ryan, sweetie. I know you’re new to this, but you can’t be that naive.” She grabbed his head and pushed him forward. “Stick your tongue out and taste me. Now, boy.”
His tongue flicked forward tentatively and found her clit.
“Good start, but go harder. Now.” She slapped behind her without looking, perfectly landing her hand on his bruised balls. Ryan cried out, but her cunt smothered him. He’d been hoping the ball torture part of the night had finished up, but he was starting to suspect that testicle pain never really ended with Melody. She slapped him again, hard, and he started to speed up in the hopes enough pleasure would distract her from his nuts.
“Oh, Ryan. Honey…You’re doing so good. Push your tongue in more, baby, that’s just what mommy needs.” She leaned back and groaned, grabbing both his balls in her hand and squeezing them gently. He licked hard and harder, and she rewarded him with a face full of girlcum. Unfortunately, as her pleasure grew, so did her pressure. By the time he’d licked her obediently to the edge of her climax, he could feel his balls squishing out around her nails, her white-knuckled fists trembling with the strength she exerted.
“Right there, yes! Go in as far as you can, sweetie, it won’t bite. Ungh. You’re doing…you’re doing so good. I’m going to…Mommy’s going to…” Melody’s words devolved into unintelligible gasping.
Then she took a really deep breath, and threw her head back. A torrent of wetness filled his mouth.
“OH GOD! MOMMY’S CUMMING!” Melody gushed all over his face. She stopped increasing the pressure on his bollocks but didn’t relax it at all, and as she bucked and spasmed, she mindlessly pulled them far away from him. He tried to scream and beg for her to stop, slapping her thighs at an attempt to communicate how distressingly close his nutcords were to snapping, but Melody was deep in the throes of her orgasm and didn’t seem to notice.
Finally, she finished. Sagging forward, she let go of his manhood at last. He curled his knees up instinctually, sobbing.
“Aww, did I hurt you, Ryan?” He nodded into her pussy.
“I’m sorry, baby. I know I went pretty hard on your plums. You were just doing such a good job licking my pussy. You’re really a natural at it, you know. Do you want me to make it up to you?” He nodded again.
She wriggled down his body, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness on his chest. He nearly came when she slid over his dick, spurting his own streak of precum onto her, but groaned when she kept sliding down until she was between his knees. She held his quivering cock in one hand, barely touching it, like it was a loaded gun she was afraid would go off at any moment.
“Wow. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” He nodded frantically.
“I bet if your real mommy hadn’t snipped and shaved you so cleanly, you’d be so sensitive you’d cum just from me touching you right now.” She moved her mouth closer, and his heartbeat sped up. He could feel her breath on his cockhead. It felt cool against the dampness of his constantly leaking precum. “You really are lucky she clipped so much off.”
“Oh god. Melody, please!”
She kissed him right where his frenulum would’ve been. He bucked upwards and groaned, desperately trying to get more stimulation, but she pulled her head fast enough to avoid him slipping between her lips.
“Bad boy.” She swatted his testicles, and he groaned.
“Please, Melody, no more, I can’t —”
She leaned forward and engulfed his bellend with her mouth.
Melody swirled her tongue around Ryan’s bare cockhead, poking inside and sucking as much precum out as she could. Getting his entire cock in her mouth was no challenge, but keeping him right on the edge was much more difficult. She knew the second he came, she’d lose her grip over him, and he’d start fighting back for real. Already he was nearly complaining from the pain. That wouldn’t do at all; she needed to lure him with a bit more pleasure to keep him under her thumb. Threading the needle between intense pleasure and a climactic release was hard when he was this pent up.
Another spurt of precum shot down her throat and she slid off his dick just in time. He’d stopped complaining about his balls, which was a good sign he was getting too close to the edge. She punched him in the nuts to bring him back away from it. He groaned, his cock wilting just a bit, and she leaned forward again and licked him back to the brink.
Over and over, she repeated this; suckling and stroking just until he was about to explode, then busting his swollen purple balls until he was a safe distance from cumming. By the eighth iteration of this pain/pleasure cycle, she could see his brain starting to break. Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he could barely speak.
“Are you ready for more foreplay, Ryan? I’ve given you enough pleasure, right, love?” His mouth moved silently in response. Melody took that for assent.
“I’d like to stomp on them, full force. I’ve got these high heels that are going to be so fun, and if you could just lay on the ground with your legs spread —”
“NO!” he shouted so loud she jumped.
“This…this isn’t what I came here for. I’m sorry, Melody. I can’t do this. This is too much for me. You’re…you’re so beautiful, and just…I thought I could endure the pain for a chance with you. But I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I just wanted to know what normal sex felt like, and I know you said you wouldn’t do any permanent damage, but I swear it feels like something is wrong inside my balls, and I just…it’s too much. And I’m not your son. Stop calling yourself ‘mummy’”.
Melody’s stomach sank. She could feel her chance to neuter him slipping through her fingers. Ryan rolled off the couch, groaning as he hit the floor on all fours. He tried to stand up but fell back down, crippled from the pain. Failing that, he crawled on all fours towards his trousers, his thighs still clutched together, his bloated balls sticking out behind him.
They made the perfect target.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Ryan.” He didn’t respond.
“I just…don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”
Melody wound her leg back and kicked him as hard as she could, perfectly aiming her toe directly into the back of his left nut. She could feel it actually crunch this time as it flattened against his pelvic bone. Ryan had definitely been wrong when he said she’d caused permanent damage, before; she had actually kept his balls perfectly intact up until now. But this blow was definitely hard enough to dislodge some sperm count from his unused blue balls.
Her next kick caught the right one.
Ryan
When he started crawling forward, Ryan had thought he’d passed the apex of pain any man could possibly feel. When he heard the crunch between his legs, he realised how wrong he was. He flopped onto the floor at her second kick, trying to curl up to protect himself, but she put her foot on his back and pressed him flat, his balls still trapped between his legs. Then she lifted her heel up and stomped down hard on the trapped, bloated package.
Another louder, wetter crunch echoed out. He tried not to throw up.
“You’d promised you’d agree to everything tonight, Ryan.” Another stomp. Another CRUNCH.
“I’m very disappointed to hear otherwise. I hate when boys break promises to me.” CRUNCH.
“I would’ve let you keep both of them, you know. But if you’re going to act up like this, I’ll need to break my own promise.” CRUNCH
Her promise. Ryan searched his brain for what it was. Her promise to have sex with him?
No.
Her promise NOT TO POP HIS NUTS.
“No. God, please no!” He frantically tried to get up, but she pressed her foot onto his scrotum, pinning him to the floor. He could feel her rolling his nuts around, assessing them, probing them for weaknesses.
“Yes, Ryan. You’ve just been so disobedient. I find boys are much more obedient with a little less…pep, in their system. About half as much, to be specific.”
“Melody, please…” His voice had dwindled to a squeak.
“Ryan. I’ve made up my mind. Now tell me: Which testicle do you want to lose?”
He sobbed, terrified.
“The right one is definitely larger, but I think the left one is still healthier — it feels a lot less mushy. So, which one will it be? I’ll let you choose.”
“NEITHER! Please, neither!”
She sighed. “Ok. Take a deep breath and say goodbye to leftie then, honey. I’ve been told this really hurts.”
“No! Please, god, NO! You promised! You promised, Melody, please! PLEASE!”
She leaned forward, putting the entirety of her weight onto her toe, pressing his ball against the floor. His face pressed against the cool hardwood. His brain focused on the stupidest detail, as if distraction would save him from the pain. Was it oak? Mahogany? Something expensive, no doubt. Maybe —
Pop
He blacked out.
Melody’s heel abruptly slammed against the floor as Ryan’s ball exploded beneath it and he lost consciousness. The sight of his eyes rolled back and his mouth foaming over in pain was very sexy, but more beautiful than that was the contents of his scrotum beneath her heel. His ball had shattered into several distinct, but definitively non-functional chunks. Probing the shattered mess, she finally couldn’t hold back any more.
Breathing hard, she stripped her dress off as fast as she could, keeping his broken ball pinned beneath her. Her hands found her clit and she rubbed furiously, wiggling back and forth on top of his broken ball, grinding chunks of nutmeat into nutmush and stimulating herself, lifting her other foot to put even more weight to fully liquify the former gonad until —
“GUH!” With a primal, undignified howl, she sprayed her orgasm all over the naked comatose boy, one leg raised up high, her other trembling hard as she came. Cumming on his face had been fun, but there was something about orgasming when she didn’t feel the need to stay sexy for a man, and could just let loose. She felt one final errant chunk of nutmeat give way—
“AAAAH! Oh GOD that feels good. Holy fuck. Holy shit.”
Her third orgasm of the night started before she finished the second one. She cried out as it hit her, pressing her fingers into her clit as hard as she could. She knew her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess; she couldn’t care less. She could drop the loving mommy persona now that her boy wasn’t watching.
Finally finished, her thighs and hands dripping with her cum, she stepped back and admired her work. Ryan’s larger ball was indeed still mostly intact, but nothing remained of his left one but a limp, empty scrotum. As she returned to her senses, she remembered something she’d tried to put out of her mind. Something that horrified her to her core. She nearly fainted at the thought of...
Her deposit. Her ludicrously expensive deposit on this gorgeous apartment with its gorgeous floors.
Recalling with dread how she’d had to refinish her own hardwood floor to get the stain from Malcolm’s testicular remnants out, she flipped Ryan over, expecting to see half of his four weeks of cum, along with the remains of his testicle, seeping into the floorboards. But somehow, against all odds, her virgin had resisted that irrational urge all boys seem to have to blow a final load from a busted ball. She nearly cried from relief. His cock still pointed up above his half-full sack, bobbing and drooling and gloriously, beautifully unrelieved of even a drop of his pent-up semen.
Still, she couldn’t trust he’d keep himself clean when she popped his other nut. Dragging him to her bedroom, she splayed him on the sumptuous mattress and tied each limb to a post, tugging them to make sure he couldn’t wriggle free. Ryan was still totally out of it.
His ball hung below his smooth, drum-tight cock. The surgeon had really done a great job on him; every possible extra nerve had been sliced away smoothly. Whoever she was (Melody was sure it was a woman; no man would’ve circumcised him so thoroughly) had circumcised him so tightly, even his ballsack was pulled up tight along his shaft; although with half its contents now liquified, it was decidedly less taut than before. His solo testicle jutted out prominently against the modest mast above, plump and healthy and quivering as if it was scared of her. As it should be.
It was huge. Almost as huge as some of her toys back home. Actually, it was exactly the same size and shape as one of her love eggs.
Inspiration struck her.
