Synopsis: James like to find older women online who want to engage in home invasion / rape fantasy role play. But when one of these women accidentally gives him the wrong address, it leads to dire consequences for James.
Tags: CNC, Role Play, Home Invasion, Ballbusting, Castration, Penectomy.
“Hey there,” James wrote. “Just checking if you’re still good for me to come over this morning?”
James sat his phone down and looked at himself in the mirror. He’d just gotten out of the shower and was still damp. He flexed his biceps for a moment to see how they looked. He was 26-years-old and in decent shape overall. He had never been overly vain, but he’d been working hard in the gym lately and was proud of the progress he was making.
Of course, his real pride and joy was between his legs—James had a long, thick penis that could grow up to 9 inches long. And behind that, he had a set of large, hairy, low hanging balls as well.
“Heyyy,” Kimberly wrote back. “Yes! Come on over. My husband just left for work. The back door is unlocked. And remember … please try to stay in character the whole time! Even as I yell, scream and try to fight my way free. Lol.”
“Lol. You got it, babe!” James wrote. “Can I get that address one more time?”
Kimberly typed her address and hit send, not noticing what would turn out to be a fateful error. She typed 1530 in her street address instead of 1350. Then she sat her phone down to continue getting ready.
James gave her a thumbs up and put his phone down as well. Kimberly was in her late thirties, and was one of many suburban housewives that he’d recently met on FetLife in a group for local men and women interested in acting out home invasion and rape fantasy role play scenarios in a safe and consensual manner.
It turned out it was a very common fantasy for both men and women. James had been reading up on it, and was fascinated by the fact that a study in 2009 found that out of 355 female undergraduates that were surveyed, 62% reported that they had had a rape fantasy at least once in their lives. James had this fantasy as well and had already role played multiple times—once with a single woman named Angela, and several times with a married woman named Beth.
Kimberly was the latest, and James was very excited about it. It was always more exhilarating when it was the first time with someone new. Kimberly was married, and the idea of potentially getting caught by her husband if he came home early was kind of a weird thrill that turned James on. He didn’t actually want that to happen because, well, what if the guy came home and got violent? No thank you! But he had to admit that the potential for danger made it feel even more exciting.
James began to get dressed, trying on many different outfits that he would normally never wear outside of the house. He wanted to look more like a masculine, dangerous roughneck than who he actually was: a 26-year-old electrical engineer who had two Yorkies and always helped his elderly neighbors carry their groceries inside.
After much trial and error, he settled on baggy jeans with old paint stains on them, no underwear, an old gray cut-off t-shirt, and a pair of Timberland boots. He messed up his hair a little, then looked at himself in a full-length mirror. Unfortunately, he still thought he looked more like a friendly doofus than a dangerous intruder, but this would have to do.
A short while later, he parked in front of 1530 Maple Street—it was the wrong house, but he didn’t know that. He looked around a little. It was a nice-looking neighborhood with large homes, lush lawns, and some pretty expensive-looking cars sitting in the driveways.
“Alright,” James said to himself. “Here goes.”
It always took a little courage to work himself up to this. As soon as he walked through that door, he had to have his game face on and play the part of a “menacing intruder” as best he could.
Even though it was a strong fantasy for him, too, it didn’t come naturally to him. He had to really work at it to drop his nice guy persona and try to act like a big, strong, dangerous dude.
He wasn’t sure what it was about older women or this particular kink that attracted him so much, but he always figured that nobody really understands why they like the things that they like. People just like what they like and there’s really no explaining it.
He looked around one more time to make sure nobody was watching or walking by with their dogs or anything, then got out of his car and began walking around to the back of what he thought was Kimberly’s house. He walked up a few steps onto the back patio and to the back door, and as he turned the handle and pushed, the door opened.
A woman in her mid-forties named Lauren lived at 1530 Maple. She just so happened to look remarkably similar to Kimberly, the woman who lived several blocks down the road. At the present moment, Lauren was getting ready for work. She had just gotten out of the shower not long ago. Though she worked from home, she liked to dress professionally, even if no one would see it. She just always felt that it helped her get into the right mindset for being productive.
So, Lauren put on a pair of light blue panties followed by a silk blouse, then tossed her dress pants into the dryer to get a few wrinkles out of them. Then, as she walked out of the laundry room and into the area between the kitchen and the living room, she suddenly let out a gasp because there a stranger in her home. A muscular-looking man with messy hair, wearing raggedy jeans and a cut-off t-shirt, was striding towards her in a menacing manner.
Hmmm, James thought. She definitely looks a bit older and different than her pictures. But that’s alright. She’s still VERY hot. And sometimes people use old photos online. It is what it is.
James went after her, just like he thought he was supposed to do, and grabbed her by her arms. Lauren screamed and immediately tried to pull away from him.
Wow! James thought. He was surprised by her strength and how loudly she had screamed. Usually these women were terrible actors. And that was fine because so was he. But this one? She seemed genuinely terrified of him, and she was strong, too. It was a real struggle to stop her from breaking free of his grasp and getting away.
While holding onto her arms, he took several steps forward and pinned her against the wall of the living room, being careful not to actually slam her into it. She screamed “get out” and “help” multiple times, and it was so convincing that he briefly wondered if she used to be an actress or something.
He grabbed her ivory-colored silk blouse and ripped it open, exposing her breasts. Her shirt buttons skittered across the hardwood floor. Tearing her shirt open was something that Kimberly had specifically asked him to do when he first got a hold of her.
She pounded her little fists against his chest, which didn’t hurt him at all. Actually, he thought it was pretty hot—so far, everything was playing out just like his fantasies. As soon as this whole thing was over and he could drop character, he definitely wanted to compliment her on her incredible acting skills.
As soon as she began screaming for help again, he put his hand over her mouth to silence her. It was all just a part of the game, or so he thought. But then she kneed him in the balls.
“Aargh!” James yelled. “Fuck!”
His jeans helped soften the blow a little, but it still hurt. He was surprised that she would do that to him. Frankly, he thought it was pretty damn rude since they hadn’t agreed to it beforehand.
Somebody is new to this whole ‘consent’ thing, he thought to himself.
But he decided to let it go. He figured she was just trying to make their role play feel as realistic as possible and was maybe just getting a little overzealous. He knew how these pent up housewives could be sometimes. Bored with their lives, bored with their husbands...
Still, he didn’t like it. Something about this felt off, especially with those continued screams. His previous encounters of this nature, the ones with Angela and Beth, had felt much more playful than this. Kind of silly, even. This, on the other hand, felt real. And from his point of view, maybe it felt a little bit too real.
Regardless, if Kimberly wanted realism, he wanted to do his best to give to her. But … he had already decided it would probably be a one time thing, and then he’d revert back to Beth for the next time.
“You fucking bitch!” James yelled.
Normally, James would never call a woman a bitch. He respected women, and he was raised by women. But he wasn’t really James anymore. This was acting. He was playing a character that was not himself. Also, he remembered Kimberly specifically telling him that she wanted to be called names. She had told him that he should call her a bitch, a slut, and even the C-word while forcing himself into her.
He spun Lauren’s body around to make her face the wall. It was pretty easy to do. After all, he was 6’1” and she was 5’6” and probably 130 pounds soaking wet. He wrapped his right arm around her neck in a chokehold, but was careful to make sure he didn’t actually apply any pressure there. Actually hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do.
He liked this position a little better. She was still struggling against him, but he didn’t have to worry about that knee of hers now. He stepped out of his Timberlands and kicked them out of the way. Then, with one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. With a quick shove, his jeans dropped down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side.
Now he was naked from the waist down, since he hadn’t worn any underwear. He could smell the her shampoo, her perfume, and her sweat. He reached around to squeeze her breasts for a moment, then lowered his hand and put it down the front of her light blue panties, curling his fingers into the warm spot between her legs. That 9-inch cock he was so proud of? He could feel it rising quickly between her legs now.
“Yeah, come on, baby,” he whispered in her ear, thinking that’s what an intruder might say in this situation. “Give it to me.”
Lauren wasn’t sure if she was having a heart attack right now or if it just felt that way, but she was absolutely terrified. She could feel the man’s enormous cock between her inner thighs. It felt just like a broom handle, but thicker. She tried to pull down on the man’s forearm with both of her little hands, but his forearm wouldn’t budge. He was just so much bigger and stronger than she was.
As the man continued to grope her, a million thoughts raced through her mind. Is he going to kill me was definitely one of them. Years and years ago, after a frightening encounter with a strange man, she had taken a series of self-defense classes from an amazing teacher. It was eons ago, but she tried to remember some of what she had learned to do in this situation.
Eyes, throat, balls. She definitely remembered the teacher repeating those words a lot. Also, elbows and knees.
She could actually hear the teacher’s voice in her head now. Stay calm. Remember that your attacker will be a man and this man will be significantly stronger than you. You won’t be able to overpower him and you won’t be able to free yourself from his grasp, so you MUST hurt him. Use hard body parts to attack. Use elbows and knees. If your hands are free, you can clap his ears with your palms—this hurts a lot more than you think it does. Remember to go for his weak spots. Do you remember what those are? His eyes, his throat, and his balls. Those are gonna be your very best targets.
She raised her left arm and slammed her elbow into his ribs as hard as she could. James let out of a loud groan.
Fucking hell, he thought. Are you kidding me?!
Angela and Beth would never. In fact, they didn’t really fight back at all. They were more like D-list actors pretending to be damsels in distress in a low budget movie. Angela liked to be fucked against the wall with James’s hands wrapped around her throat. Beth liked it if he bent her over her husband’s desk and fucked her from behind. They fought back a little, but it was play fighting with nothing behind it. They were certainly never so bold as to just knee him in the balls without asking.
Lauren elbowed him again and it really hurt this time. He grabbed her upper arm, which was slender enough that his thumb could touch his fingertips, and held it in place to stop her from potentially breaking one of his ribs with that God damned elbow of hers. And yet still she thrashed, as if desperately trying to break free.
“Fucking hell,” James said.
He was starting to think this Kimberly woman was seriously unhinged. He pushed her up against the wall, smushing her cheek against it, just to try to stop her from thrashing so much. From Lauren’s point of view, it felt like the man behind her weighed 1,000 pounds, even though James clocked in at a very average 175 for his height.
Eyes, throat, balls. She could still hear her teacher’s voice in her head. She couldn’t do anything about his hold on her arm, but she did have a good sense of where his balls might be since she could feel his erection between her legs. So she reached down and grabbed both of them. James gasped at being grabbed there, but he was also excited just to feel her hand on his genitals, even though it was just his balls and not his cock.
But then his excitement quickly turned into something else, because all of a sudden Lauren was squeezing his balls as hard as she could—she was literally trying to crush them. James screamed in pain. It felt like this crazy, middle-aged woman was actually going to break his balls right now—and that was not what he had signed up for.
“What the FUCK?!” James screamed, releasing her neck and grabbing her wrist. “Kimberly, stop! What are you doing?!”
She wasn’t sure why he had called her Kimberly and she didn’t care. She gritted her teeth and squeezed his balls even harder, digging her fingernails into them. The man howled in pain. She knew this might be her only chance to incapacitate and get away from him, so she did her very best to try to crush the man’s balls as quickly as possible.
A screaming James went into full blown panic mode. The pain was absolutely blinding, like no pain he had ever felt before. He grabbed Lauren, spun her around, and slammed her incredibly hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of her and finally breaking the death grip that she’d had on his testicles.
She continued thrashing and tried to push him away from her, but he pinned her firmly against the wall. Then he also stepped back a little to try to keep his balls out of her reach.
“What is wrong with you?!” he yelled in her face. “Enough! Stop!”
What is wrong with me?? Lauren thought. Enough?? Stop?? She was equal parts furious and bewildered. How truly absurd and outrageous that this man would somehow be mad at her for fighting back.
Your attacker will always be stronger than you, she could hear her teacher saying. You can’t overpower him, so you have to hurt him. If your hands are free, clap his ears with your palms.
With all her strength, she swung her arms through the air until her palms slapped against his ears. James’s facial expression morphed instantly from anger and confusion to agony and shock—when Lauren’s palms collided with his ears, it sounded like a bomb went off inside of his head and left his ear drums in excruciating pain.
Eyes, throat, balls, Lauren thought. Eyes, throat, balls.
She grabbed the man’s head and pushed her thumbs into his eyes. The scream that came out of him was like an animal’s scream. James grabbed her wrists and quickly pulled her hands off of his head, and that’s when he felt her bony little knee slam his testicles against his pelvis with a force that took his breath away.
“Oh god,” he said in a squeaky voice. “My balls.”
He felt like he needed to throw up. He was so furious with her right now—he had come here to have kinky, consensual sex with her, not to get his fucking balls wrecked.
He shoved her away from him so hard and so fast that she flew away like a rag doll and crashed into and through a tall cabinet that was made entirely of glass. The whole thing shattered, shelves and all, raining thousands of pieces of broken glass all over the place.
Lauren hit the floor and screamed. She had lacerations all over her body, but especially on her arms and on the top of her head. Blood flowed very quickly out of her wounds. Within seconds, she looked like a character straight out of a horror movie.
“Jesus Christ!” James yelled. “I didn’t mean to do that!”
He stumbled towards her. He wanted to help her stand up and get away from the broken glass, but his movements were slow. He could barely see since she had scratched his eyes so badly with her thumbnails, especially his left eye which he couldn’t even open now. And good God did his balls hurt. It was difficult just to walk because of that, and also since he didn’t want to step on the broken glass.
Lauren scrambled to her feet, cutting herself up even more, but she had so much adrenaline pumping through her veins now. She was fighting for her life, or at least she thought she was. She grabbed a fire poker from its stand near the fireplace—it was a heavy piece of wrought iron 32 inches long.
“Kimberly!” James yelled. “Stop it!”
She had no idea why this psychotic man kept calling her Kimberly, but it mattered not. She lunged forward, swinging the fire poker at the man’s head like a battle axe. James caught it in the air with both hands and tried to yank it out her grasp. She lunged forward again, this time swinging her right leg through air. She snap kicked him right in his huge, hairy balls.
“AAAARRRGHH!” he screamed.
James dropped to his knees, releasing the fire poker. He grabbed his aching nuts with both hands. Never in his life had he been kicked in his balls that hard.
“Kimberly,” he said in a whimpering voice. “What the fu—“
Lauren swung the fire poker like a baseball bat, right at his jaw. It tore through the flesh of his left cheek and knocked out two of his teeth, which skittered across the floor, making the same sound her buttons had made when he ripped her shirt open. A red mist sprayed from his mouth.
James collapsed onto his back with his arms and legs splayed open. That hit with the fire poker had been devastating. Blood quickly began to pool in his mouth, and he gagged on it and started coughing it up.
Lauren stepped towards him with the iron rod and began to rain blows down on his chest, stomach, and ribs. James groaned with every hit and coughed up more blood, but didn’t defend himself. He didn’t have the energy anymore.
With great effort, he opened his right eye, which was still stinging very badly, and looked up at her. She was standing over him, holding the fire poker with both hands. Her face was absolutely covered in blood that was dripping down from the wounds on her scalp. She looked both terrified and furious at the same time.
“You motherfucker!” she yelled.
Somehow it sounded like she was screaming and sobbing at the same time. James was terrified and also perplexed at how they had arrived at this.
He watched as she stepped over him, raised the fire poker over her right shoulder like a golf club, and swung it between his legs with such speed that it whistled as it moved through the air. He felt the iron rod collide with his balls, and he let out a long scream without even raising his head off of the floor.
Lauren could still hear her teacher’s voice in her head. Hurt your attacker as badly as you can, or he will still come after you.
She raised the fire poker and swung it between his legs several more times. James cried out every time the iron rod hit his balls. He tried to raise his hands protectively, only for his arms to be dragged back to the floor by their own weight. The pain, the injuries—they sapped his strength.
“Please …….… staawp,” he croaked. It hurt just to move his mouth.
Lauren had no intention of stopping. Her adrenaline was through the roof, and her state of mind had already shifted from terror to outrage. She was in terrible pain and wanted this man—this horrible, evil monster of a man—to suffer for what he had done to her, and for what he had tried to do to her.
Nearby, there was a 30-pound kettlebell lying on the floor next to her dumbbells and her yoga mat. She used it frequently when she was exercising in front of the TV in the evenings. She dropped the fire poker and grabbed the heavy kettlebell with both hands. Then she stepped between James’s legs. With great effort, she raised the kettlebell high above her head.
“I’m gonna make you regret being a man,” Lauren said darkly.
“Nooo,” James muttered weakly. “Please … don’t!”
Lauren kicked his legs open and screamed. Then she dropped to her knees and slammed the kettlebell down on his balls. The kettlebell was unforgiving, especially with the hardwood floor underneath. It liquified his balls and tore open his ballsack. In an instant, his ruined testicles splattered across the floor.
James’s mouth opened wide, but he didn’t make a peep. His body went into shock. He suddenly felt cold, freezing cold, and began to hyperventilate. His muscular chest started rising and falling extremely fast as he took dozens of short, shallow breaths.
Hurt your attacker as badly as you can.
Lauren stumbled to the kitchen. Every step was agony. Broken glass was everywhere. She retrieved the largest knife from the butcher block, the one she normally used only when carving a turkey. She staggered back to James and sat down on his lap, straddling him.
“How dare you?!” Lauren yelled, pointing the knife at his battered face.
James was the one that looked terrified now, staring at her with his one good eye. Lauren reached down and grabbed his cock from between her legs. It was completely soft at this point, but it was still long and it was very, very thick.
“What’s the matter?!” she yelled. “Where’s your boner now, huh?! What? Not in the mood anymore??”
“P…please,” he whispered.
She reached down and held the sharp side of her knife against the thick, sturdy base of James’s penis, just below the dark pubic hair at the bottom of his abdomen.
“You sick fuck!” Lauren yelled. “You fucked with the wrong woman! I beat you. I knocked your teeth out. I crushed your balls. Now I’m gonna cut your fucking dick off.”
“Please,” James whispered. “You win. I give up.”
“No, no, no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Lauren said, then she leaned over and repeated something he’d said to her when he had her pinned against the wall: “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
And with that, she pulled on his cock and began to hack at its thick base with her knife. James arched his back and screamed. She really had to saw away at it, dragging the knife back and forth repeatedly—she thought it would go more quickly than this, but there was just so much cock to get through and the knife was not as sharp as it used to be.
“That’s what you fucking get!” she screamed.
After thirty long seconds of screaming and sawing and agony, James’s enormous cock came loose in her hand. Only then did he finally pass out from the pain, his body going totally limp.
Lauren threw the knife aside and climbed off of him. She looked down at her attacker’s penis in her hand—it looked like a dead snake draped over her palm, just dangling there.
She dropped his cock, staggered away from her emasculated attacker, and slid down the living room wall onto her butt. The adrenaline rush that had been giving her strength and energy suddenly crashed, leading to total exhaustion and keen awareness of her many injuries.
The man’s jeans, which were lying next to her, were buzzing. She felt the vibration through the floor. She fished the man’s iPhone out of his pocket and looked at the text message on its screen.
“Hi James! I just realized I typed 1530 Maple by mistake. My address is actually 1350 Maple. Sorry! The back door is unlocked. Can’t wait to meet you. Been wanting to do rape fantasy role play FOREVER! Lol. See you soon. Kimberly.”
She dropped his phone and sat there for a moment. She didn’t know what to make of the text message on the man’s phone. Her brain was fried and she was too tired to think about it. She knew that she should look for her own phone and call the police, but the thought of getting up off the floor was daunting. She’d lost a lot of blood, her body felt heavy, and her muscles felt weak. Also, that guy over there, the dickless one whose balls were just a liquified mess on her dented living room floor and the bottom of her kettleball—she was pretty sure he was no longer a threat.
She thought that maybe if she just closed her eyes for a moment, she would have the energy to get up again and look for her phone. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Within a few seconds, she had fallen asleep.