No Nuts November

I'd known Jen for a really long time, more than a decade probably if I actually thought about the math. I was one of her only straight friends she had left - she'd alienated and sabotaged almost all her other straight friends except for two who were in a poly relationship.

Jen's high sexual drive combined with her kink made her a fairly poisonous person if I'm being honest - but I'd known her since I was a teenager and even used to have a crush on her at one point, so I mostly overlooked it. Her kink was specific kind of seduction - particularly men that were in a relationship or had an uncommon fetish she had to figure out. Her belief was that everyone, any gender, had a particular fantasy (whether it was deep rooted or conscious) that if you tapped into, would get around any sense of loyalty or self-control. She got off on finding that formula in people who were "hard" to decode by her standard. If you were 'easy' - she found you boring.

She'd never tried anything with me that I was aware of, so that was why our friendship lasted so long. I must have either slipped under her radar as someone who was "too easy" or she had me in a separate category than anyone else.

About a year and a half ago while my wife and I were at a bar with Jen and some friends, Jen was sharing some of the more amusing/peculiar fetishes she'd encountered in the partners she sought out. I remember my wife Penelope mentioning off-hand in a joking manner "Yeah, hubby has a kind of unique fetish too, don't you hun" in a teasing manner. The table laughed, and we moved on. I didn't think much of it. Back then.

***

My wife and I watched porn together fairly regularly. It was good to keep things fresh and exciting. We'd seen "no nut November" talked about for a few years and always thought it was kinda funny. This year, she told me I should try it. I told her she was crazy. She told me she'd make it well worth my while if I made it through, and that she "might have" had a bet going on with her and her friends for which partner/husband would make it through. If I helped her win the bet, it would be doubly worth my while. I figured fuck it, why not. Its only one month of my life.

***

"I appreciate your help" she said

"Yeah it's no trouble. Pen insisted I help too. She's good if I end up getting back pretty late."

I told Jen I would help her reorganize the dance studio she was renting out. It was 7pm now and the building was empty. The dance studio was on the top floor. She'd only just got the space, so it was near empty. It made it so that sounds echoed around the space a great deal. Also good for dance tap, I imagined.

"Make sure you keep that door open," she said as she gestured towards a heavy steel door that led outside. "The door doesn't have a handle inside yet and it can only be opened from one side. The landlord warned me not to get locked in or you can't get out short of breaking something. Only way out is when the cleaning guys arrive in the morning until he gets around to fixing it. I found this out the hard way on Tuesday and I'd rather not have that adventure again." she said

"Noted." I replied 

***

After moving things in for a few hours, we were handling a heavy glass-door cabinet. Jen lost her footing and shifted the weight of the cabinet and it hit the same steel door we had propped open.

"Grab it!" she yelled

I went to grab it but as I did, the cabinet we'd been supporting started to fall. I changed course and caught the cabinet, but could not keep the door open and it ended up closing

"hahahaha Oh my god" Jen said

"There's no way that just happened" I added

"Well we're here until at least like 8am when the custodian gets here. Unless you feel like breaking a door or window - but I'm not paying for that" she said

"Well, thats only like 9 hours. Guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves"

We sat down on the floor near each other.

"Guess you only have 1 hour to go till victory" she said with a laugh

"Huh?" I asked

"You've almost made it through no nut November!" she said mockingly

Did she actually know I was trying that? Or was she just making a casual joke. I decided to play it off.

"haha I think by this point I can claim victory. Not like I can fail now given the circumstances" I said playing along

"Sure you could," she said. "I'll just turn around...." she said and laughed

"haha Oh sure yeah. Just turn around for ten minutes and I'll go ham. Nothing awkward there haha" I said, staying in on the joke

"Ten minutes?" she said questioningly. "That seems like a pretty generous estimate. Two minutes tops" she said

We both laughed.

"Well, there is one other option" she said

"Hm?" I said

She lifted one leg up and moved it to the side "I'm here after all" she said. She did not have panties on underneath her skirt.

I immediately took my eyes off her shaved pussy after she flashed me. Always the exhibitionist lol.

But, was she joking or serious? With our history, and who she was as a person, it was genuinely hard to tell.

"Well I think if I've gone this long avoiding your ways, I'm probably good" I said with a smile

"Yes, that's true." she said "I never could crack you" she said coyly, with odd emphasis on the word 'crack'.

"I'm a tough cookie" I said

“Well, I could just beat it out of you” she said slyly

“Haha.” I chuckled “Nice double entendre”

“Thought you’d like that,” she said

“Funny how it doesn’t work that way.” I added

"How so?" she asked

"Forcing a guy. If the guy doesn't want it, all you've got to work with is a flappy appendage haha"

“Oh no you can force a guy,” she said “you just don’t have an imagination”

“Oh yeah? Like how?” Why am I asking that? I'm opening the door to trouble.

“Well, I’d just wait until you were unsuspecting, and then give you a full force kick in your balls. Full follow through. Maybe a second quick kick before you fell, if I could”

My blood went cold and my heart skipped a beat. I tried to act unaffected

“Hahaha I don’t really see how that’s going to get the end result. Furthest thing from.” I said

“Well first off, some guys might even be into that. You don’t know." She said and winked at me. "But second, and this is where the money is, after that – you'd be curled in a ball for a while and your whole body would tense, your muscles contracting as you processed the pain. You’d get a sweat going, and eventually as you recovered from it you’d feel tired. Like you ran a marathon.

That’s when I do it again. Maybe this time I straddle you, facing your balls, and slam my fist into them a few times. Or grab them and give them a good, long, hard squeeze. And you’d go into that same state, getting more and more tired with each recovery”

I was starting to get hard listening to her describe this, and my fear was also heightened. This was maybe her plan, to try to get me to be unfaithful.

“Still not seeing how you’re getting someone off after all that” I said. Why am I continuing to even indulge this?

She smiled devilishly

“Because eventually, whether you get too tired to stop me or too concerned for the health of your balls, I’ll be able to start playing with your dick. And you may have willpower and loyalty, but biology is biology. Maybe I strip down some, and you get to look at all of me. And I’ll start to get you hard, stroking your dick with my hands, mouth, even slipping you inside me. And once that happens -” she made a motion with her hand of spraying jizz onto someone “its only a matter of time before I get what I want. Just hopefully you last past midnight.”

“Why midnight?” I asked dumbly

“Because it’s still November 30th. You need to make it to December, remember? Or then it’ll be no nuts November” she said

“No nut November” I corrected

“Oh no,” she said “No. Nuts. November. If you don’t make it to midnight, if you climax before the hour passes, as punishment I’d make sure your no nut November becomes a No Nuts November. If you get off before midnight, I’ll grab both your balls right away, and I’ll crush them in my hands with everything I’ve got. In a few seconds, they’ll start to rupture. Big tears, small ones, doesn’t matter – because I’ll keep squeezing harder and harder until I’ve pulverized the inner structures and tubes out through the ruptures – draining your balls until their innards fill your sac."

She gazed at me for my reaction. I had none - almost hypnotized by how much detail she was laying out of a fantasy that I regularly played out in my head.

"I’ll go even further." She went on "After that, I’ll grab your sac near your up near the top with my left hand, forefinger and thumb wrapping around the uppermost part. With my other hand I’ll make the same grip just below, as tightly as I can, and draaaaag down to the base of your scrotum. Squeezing out whatever didn’t get crushed out with the initial ruptures. Forcing out the remnants like squeezing the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. The only thing left in there would be the pulped remains of what used to be your testicles.”

She described so closely the things I’d read about in ballbusting stories and played out in my own mind, I had no conversational deflection or defense.

“Whoa” was all I could manage.

“So hopefully you manage to hold in till after midnight. Or I guess, strategically play out your last cum”

“What do you mean?” She was talking now like this was actually going to happen. Was it? Was I going to let it? I almost felt like I was losing my grip on reality - was I dreaming this? How else is it in such detail? She continued:

“Well, when you cum will dictate where you cum also, right? If you cum early, your last orgasm might end up all over my hands. What a waste. Or it might end up down my throat. Now even that sounds hot to me. Swallowing a guy’s last, fertile load. Or, and this is the big one, you might even fill up my pussy with your last load. I know you and Pen always wanted to have kids. You could roll the dice, pray that your last load, the only load you pump in my pussy is the winner.”

I realized my lips and tongue had dried a bit. My mouth must have been hanging open the whole time she spoke. I tried to wet my lips and coughed a bit.

"Then there's the unlikely possibility you hold out to past midnight. I doubt you can make that. But if you do I guess you get to choose where you cum. Or even if you cum, if you're really that loyal and disciplined."

"haha Yeah wow you went pretty deep on that haha. That something you've done to a guy over the years?" I asked, trying and failing to keep it casual.

"No, not yet." she said "But I can't wait to. What a rush it will be. I'm dying to know what kind of sounds your nuts will make when they rupture in my hands" she said with anticipation

"Not like you'd hear that over me screaming haha" I said, still trying to play along like it was all some joke.

"Oh for sure I'll hear it. That's why we're in this dance studio" she said as she took a hair pin from her hair. She dropped it on the ground and it sound echoed off all the walls much louder than you'd expect.

"And if it ends that way, you won't scream before we hear the sound. Your muscles and body will tighten and constrict as they rupture. I'm positive we'll get to hear them break together before you can scream. Really - it's your job to make sure we don't find that out - that's what makes this exciting." she said. "I don't know what kind of stamina you have. This will be my first fantasy where I don't know the ending!"

"This will be?" I asked

"Right," she said. "Just depends on how you want it to start" she said matter-of-factly. "Get on your knees" she said sternly

I sat up from my cross-legged position to my knees. I don't even know why I obeyed right away, I didn't really think about it

"Aw, seee?" she said. "I know how much you want this. You were realllly hard to figure out, took me over a year, but don't try to act like this isn't something you obsess and fantasize over."

"Jen, I - I-"

"Put your dick up between your belly and waistband." she commanded

I moved to do it, then hesitated

"Now!" she said "I don't want it in the way"

I obeyed. Why am I doing this?

"Good," she said. "I know you've never been kicked in the balls before, much less what I'm about to do." she said. "So, I might as well give you a little treat before sending you to the floor."

And with that she undid her jean skirt, which buttoned up at the side of her hip. Now she was standing in front of me with her thigh high boots, shaved pussy, and crop top.

"I might get the girls out," she said gesturing to her tits "if you make it through this fairly quickly."

With that she took 3 steps towards me. The sheer speed of her approach had me petrified, too much to even move. I don't even think I wanted this, but there I was, frozen in place in fear. The wind up I saw her take furthered my fear, and then I felt it.

KICK!

My body nearly lifted off the floor as her follow-through pushed me back about a foot on the floor. The top of her boot compressing my testicles against my body. My whole body weight, effectively resting on my balls that were being crushed by her boot. And then I hit the floor.

The first instant after impact I felt almost no pain, just intense fear. Knowing pain was around the corner. And there it was.

My balls, groin, and abdomen exploded in pain. Nothing could ever prepare you for that. My brain sending signals all over my body. Something has died. Something has broken.

My balls ruptured with that kick. I know it.

She was speaking but I couldn't hear, couldn't process words she was saying.

After some time, the length of which I still don't know, the pain started to dull enough for me to gain coherency.

She started to undress me, and I was powerless to resist. I guess she was right on that part.

"Oh wow!" she said excitedly once she finally got me nude.

I looked at my balls, and could see shades of purple and black - the black was a very large area.

"Oh my god we have to get me to a doctor" I said

"Relaaaax" she said. "That's just probably a burst blood vessel" she said

She knelt down and moved my hands out of the way and grabbed my sac

"OOOOO" I cried

"Just wait a second!" she said. She felt around and continued "Seeee? One ball" she squeezed and elicited a squeak from me "and two ball!" she exclaimed with another squeeze.

I went to remove her hand and she slapped at my hand and squeezed my balls in her other hand.

"Nuh uh" she said "This is what you want, and we both know it. And even if you try to stop me, remember, I'll just keep putting you through that until you don't resist" she said happily

I lowered my hand, still in a complete daze. What could I do in this situation?

"And look!" she said "Most of my work seems already done for me. You're still hard as a rock after that kick." she said looking at my dick. "That's what made me say wow - not the colour of your balls. I knew you would love this. I knew I figured out your fantasy" she said satisfied.

She laid me out on my back and got on her knees between my legs.

"Guess I'll skip right to sucking you off since you're already hard. No handiwork for me" she said playfully.

She bent forward

"Oh! I almost forgot. You did recover pretty quick I guess" she said.

And with that she removed her crop top. She was fully undressed now, and as she bent forward once more to take me into her mouth I just stared in a daze at how sexy her boobs hung forward as she moved towards me.

She immediately took me right to the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down a few times getting it nice and wet, and then added her hand in to stroke me up and down as her head popped on and off my dick.

With her free hand, she would punch, or flick my balls as she sucked me off. The experience kept bringing me up and down in pleasure, almost edging me to orgasm. I started regaining some of my wits about me - I need to hold out. I remember that. I can't cum from this.

She altered the pace of her sucking, going fast and slow for different lengths of time. She changed her free hand to holding my balls and squeezing.

She'd squeeze hard and keep my balls compressed as she took me to the back of her throat again, and again, and again.

Then let up pressure as she did gentler and shallower strokes with her lips and tongue.

She kept this up, alternating how she was sucking and stroking me until I was right on the edge. She must have noticed, as I started squirming a bit more. Trying to find an angle that wasn't as pleasurable. Trying to make myself think of something else. I need to hold out.

She kept trying to make eye contact as she sucked me. I had to stop looking. Every time we locked eyes I took a leap forward towards cumming.

After what seemed like an eternity of both pleasure and stress, she popped me out of her mouth.

"Allllmost made it" she said seductively "Just a few minutes left"

"How much longer?" I asked

"You don't need to know. Your job is to hold it in. I've got an alarm on my phone. When it goes off, your nuts are safe - and you're safe to nut." She giggled a bit at her quip, then added "Think you'll make it?"

I didn't answer. Everything was so surreal.

She positioned herself on top of me, her back facing me. She slid the tip in, and squatted down until I was completely inside her.

"Ohhh you've no idea how long I wanted to feel you inside me" she said

She started rhythmically pumping up and down. I was already so close to the edge. Without knowing how long I had to last, it made it feel like an almost impossible task.

Suddenly she punched me right in the balls, not breaking rhythm as she fucked me. It brought me even closer to the edge

Smack

Smack

Smack

She kept hitting my balls between every couple of thrusts as she fucked me. She knew - she knew she could make me cum faster if she kept this up.

I felt her hands feel around to secure my balls for squeezing - was it almost midnight? Was she getting ready in case I didn't make it? I still had it in me to last a little while longer.

She began squeezing as she fucked me.

"Oh my god." she moaned as she fucked me. "Can you just imagine it?" she asked "You must be sooo close now. Just give in. Cum inside me." she said

Hearing  her words took dozens of precious seconds off my stamina. Her words, trying to get me to cum my last orgasm deep inside her brought me even closer to the edge then the hits to the balls had done.

She began squeezing harder and harder

"Think of it. Your last load. Your nuts will pump that little bit extra as they break between my fingers. Just to give your genes one last chance to make it. You could cum right now. I know you're close."

"Do it" she said

"Do it now. Cum for me. Fill me with your cum. Cum for me."

Oh my god. She did it. It was too late. There was no delaying it now. I could feel my load bubbling beneath the surface. I needed her off right now. Right now! 2, 3, 4 more strokes and it would pour out of me.

*Thump* she must have known. She sat down - pounded down onto me - so I was fully inside her again, and then slowly raised her pussy up my shaft.

*Thump* she did the same maneuver. Oh my god. I can't hold it.

The next few seconds things happened so quickly.

*Thump*

I felt the cum rushing to explode out of me as she raised herself off of me the final time - almost a race between me sliding out of her pussy and the cum exploding out of me. She stood up off my dick and instantly spun round to face me, staring into my eyes with a grin and still holding my balls in her hands

-BEEP BEEP BEEP-

Her alarm went off, and then cum shot out of my tip and hit her inner thigh. I lasted JUST long enough. Relief washed over me even as my orgasm was ruined.

She looked at me with a mischievous stare

"Oh nooo hahaha." she said mockingly with a laugh. "What bad timing! You were SO close"

I looked at her confused as another spurt dribbled out and down the side of my dick

"Wha-"

"I didn't touch you after the alarm and you shot RIGHT away."

She paused to watch me absorb what she was saying, ropes of cum still leaking or pulsing out of me as I fought to understand.

"By the alarm it was already too late - you'd gone over the edge!" she sounded ecstatic as she lined up the fingertips of each hand across the surface each ball, pinning each nut between her fingertips and her palms. "You doomed your balls in the final seconds!" she said.

"You should have just cum inside me." smiling even wider, her eyes hungry with anticipation. "What a waste for your last cum."

She bit her lower lip.

My eyes widened in fear

"Jen--"

She squeezed harder than anything I'd felt during the last few hours. My body seized and I couldn't speak, scream, or breathe. The first sensory thing I experienced aside from the pain, was hearing the sound of a series of CRUNCHES and POPs - amplified by the empty dance studios echo chamber - followed by softer SQUICKS sounds like squeezing ground beef between your fingers. I felt her fingertips grinding against her palm, pulverizing what little tissue lay between them.

She squatted down, knees apart, and lowered herself until her pussy was sitting in my dying cum pooled on my leg. She started grinding her pussy in the cum on my leg, and moaning.

"Oh. My. God!" she screamed as she came. "That. Sound!" she said as she grinded my leg.

A cold fear took me. She did it. She broke them. She did it. She broke them. I could only process those two thoughts over and over. I need to get to a hospital. She got too into the fantasy - they might still be saved if we get medical help in time.

After she came down from her orgasm she looked from my eyes down to her cum covered pussy.

"I don't think this will help your little swimmers chances, but - oh where was I?" she said excitedly

She gripped the top of my sac with her left hand forefinger and thumb. I still couldn't speak from the pain. I stared wide eyed in fear, shaking my head no. She brought her other hand in, placing it right underneath like she'd said earlier. Was she going to take this all the way?

"How ever will you tell your wife?" she said, with mock concern

***

Jen Epilogue

Seeing the defeat and fear in his eyes, the knowledge of what I was about to do to his manhood, was enough to bring me almost to the point of another orgasm without stimulation.

I squeezed my right hand as tightly as I could, and started dragging down his sac. Just as he fantasized. I felt lumpy parts of what remained of his balls give way and flatten out as my hand dragged further and further, crushing any structures and tissue it came across. When it reached the bottom I gave a few squeezes , feeling something that resembled a water balloon filled with orange juice pulp.

I repeated the toothpaste maneuver, as I've so spontaneously dubbed it, once more for good measure.

He was now passed out, his balls far beyond saving. I got dressed, and was about to head for the door when I had a thought I had to indulge.

What does a man's last load taste like?

I went back and licked up the largest area of cum still on him.

Tastes just the same, I thought. How boring.

I left through the door I bumped shut earlier - which worked perfectly fine.