Tyler's Mistake

James wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

But as he stepped into the front hallway, something was wrong.

The moaning upstairs was unmistakable. High, feminine cries from his beloved wife Emma mixed with the unmistakable slap slap slap of skin-on-skin contact.

He moved silently. No rush. No shouting. Just a tight, burning focus as he climbed the stairs and reached the bedroom door.

It was wide open.

Emma was face-down on the bed, gripping the sheets like her life depended on it. Her ass was up, bouncing in time with every thrust behind her. And the man behind her well a boy really, was some college-aged stud with a tan, ripped body and a big, veiny cock absolutely hammering into her soaking wet pussy.

But it wasn’t the boys cock James stared at.

It was the balls.

Heavy. Perfectly shaved. Big, juicy things that swung with every thrust like two ripe plums in a delicate sack. 

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Before James knew it he saw the boy's ginormous balls begin to tighten towards his body, his fucking became more erratic, less controlled and frankly sloppy.

"Not in my wife!" James thought angrily. 

The kid, Tyler, was too caught up in his own approaching orgasm to notice Emma's husband looming in the doorway.

James didn’t announce himself.

He acted.

He moved behind Tyler, crouched low, and punched upward, directly into the boy’s swinging balls.

CRUNCH.

“GAAAAAAHH!!”

Tyler collapsed mid-thrust, shrieking and clutching his nuts, which were already turning red and swelling up. He curled on the floor, convulsing, naked and moaning.

Emma just blinked, then looked over her shoulder.

“Oh,” she said. “Hey, babe.”

James stepped over Tyler’s trembling body. “You didn’t tell him you were married?”

“He didn’t ask,” Emma said, lazily rubbing her clit. “Figured he’d figure it out when you came home.”

James smirked.

“Guess I’m just on time.”

Tyler tried crawling for the door, still hard, cock bobbing helplessly. But James grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to the center of the room.

“Not done yet, stud,” he growled. “You wanted to fuck my wife? You don’t get to leave with those intact.” He motioned down to the boys heavy plums.

Tyler whimpered. “Please sir... don’t...”

But James wasn’t listening. He positioned the boy on his knees, thighs wide, sack hanging low beneath him like an offering. He grabbed a thick leather belt from the closet.

The first snap of it across Tyler’s nuts made him scream so loud the neighbors probably heard.

Emma didn’t care. She slid two fingers deep inside herself, biting her lip.

Each lash was deliberate.

SNAP.

“FUUUUUCK!!”

SNAP.

“I’m sorry!! Please!!”

SNAP.

His balls were now covered in bruises, swelling bigger by the second. The pain made Tyler’s cock twitch violently, having been so close to climax left the boy confused, leaking, and trembling.

But James wasn’t done.

He tied the belt tight around the base of the boys heavy nutsack, forcing Tyler’s massive balls to bulge unnaturally, purple and straining.

"How does it feel knowing a better man is going to ruin your big ol balls?" James asked with a chuckle he lent down close and whispered in the trembling boys ear,

"I hope you enjoyed it while It lasted"

James proceeded to straddle the stud from behind, reach down, and grab Tyler’s bulging sack in both hands.

“Say goodbye to your manhood.”

And with nothing more than a squeeze.

POP.

The left nut gave first. A sickening crunch that made Tyler howl and collapse in sobbing, shaking spasms.

But James kept squeezing.

CRUNCH.

The right one ruptured, and Tyler let out a high, broken wail like an animal being slaughtered.

He collapsed, drooling, cock still leaking pathetic, twitching spurts of cum onto the rug.

Emma laughed softly, looking down at the wreck of a man who had dared to touch her.

“Well,” she said, “he had good form.”

James stood, brushing his hands off. “Not anymore.”

"It's a shame really, he could've made some girl very happy" Emma giggled. "Not as happy as you're about to make me though..." 

Incuballs Pt. 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Trixie walked with a limp.

Not from injury. From being over-fucked by a demon with a cock the size of her forearm. She wasn’t ashamed though. If anything, she looked proud, perhaps the after fuck glow or whatever people were calling it. But Rowan and Marina still flanked her on either side like bodyguards, just in case anything else tried to come at her swinging.

They ducked into Rowan’s bedroom after dark, exhausted, stained, and buzzing with adrenaline.

“Two down,” Marina said, flopping onto Rowan’s bed. “We are officially nutbusters.”

Trixie grinned as she eased into the desk chair. “Demon ball poppers, slayers of sacks... we need a group name.”

“Later,” Rowan said, already pulling Gage’s phone out of her backpack. “Let’s see if the meathead left us anything useful.”

The screen lit up easily, no passcode. Typical.

She opened his messages.

There were plenty of nudes (unsurprising), Marina oohes and awed as Rowan skipped past picture after picture of his engorged cock and sweaty nuts, a few unread texts from girls begging to hang out, and one recent message with... Dante?

She tapped it.

Messages between the two filled the screen.

 “The next one’s ready. He passed the test.”

 “Fuck yeah man, another one on the team!”

“We need more, somethings off .”

 “I'll let you know if I can get some of the guys from football to join us, got to go, looks like some chick wants it bad bro”

Rowan’s stomach dropped. “Shit.”

“What?” Trixie asked, leaning over.

“They’re recruiting,” Rowan said flatly. “Dante’s turning local boys into... something.”

“Lesser demons?” Marina asked.

“Minions. Cannon fodder. Probably not as strong as the originals, but still dangerous.”

Trixie cracked her knuckles. “Guess we’re gonna need a bigger bat.” 

The next day, the girls skipped last period.

It wasn’t intentional, they’d just felt it. A tension in the air. Something around them just felt off.

And they were right.

They cut through the alley behind the school, trying to avoid attention, when the sound of footsteps echoed behind them.

Heavy. Confident. Purposeful.

Three figures emerged from the shadows.

All of them wore Eastwell High football jerseys, half-unzipped, sweat glistening on their chests. Their eyes glowed faintly red. Their jaws clenched like they were holding something back or barely trying to, and as the girls eyes trailed down they noticed poking out of the boys jeans were three almost grotesquely large cocks with three pairs of giant balls to go with them.

“Where you girls headed?” said the one in the middle, Carter, his wide chest heaving as he clumsily groped his straining erection.

Rowan narrowed her eyes. “Away from you.”

Carter chuckled. “Aw, that’s no way to treat your classmates.”

“Classmates don’t have tails,” Trixie snapped, already backing up into a defensive stance.

One of them, Jake, let his demon tail flick out behind him, slithering like a snake.

“We’re part of something bigger now,” he said, voice deeper than before. “You’ll understand soon.”

The third one, Max, reached down and stroked his twitching member as well.

“You three? You’re ours now.” Carter growled, his face contorting a bit as he bared his sharp teeth.

Marina actually laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea how wrong you are.”

Carter stepped forward, unbuckling his belt with a twisted grin, letting his pants fall fully to the ground, the other two behind him followed suit, wearing nothing but their jerseys and cocky grins on their faces.

“Come quietly, or we’ll make it rough.”

Rowan grinned.

“You want rough?” Trixie said as she cracked her knuckles.

"Bring it on bitches" Carter growled.

Carter lunged first.

Big mistake.

Rowan didn’t flinch. She stepped back just enough to let his momentum carry him forward, right into the rusted side of a dented old dumpster.

CLANG.

He wheezed, chest-first against the metal.

“Watch your step,” Rowan said coolly.

Before he could turn, she drove her knee up between his legs, hard.

CRUNCH

His massive balls slammed against the corner of the dumpster edge like two softballs hitting concrete.

Carter shrieked. His cock spasmed.

Rowan didn’t let him fall. She grabbed his arm, spun him around and momentarily scanned his handsome face. 

"It's a shame you're like this, you might have had a chance with me if you didn't sell your soul or whatever" Rowan cooed before smashing the back of his head into the dumpster.

He collapsed to his knees, leaving his most sensitive spot wide open.

“Should’ve worn a cup,” she muttered and kicked his huge yet extremely fragile nuts .

POP.

Carter's body contorted as he let out a strangled cry, black smoke plumed out of his mouth as he twitched and convulsed, his straining cock erupting with his demonic seed. 

POOF

He was almost instantly reduced to a pile of ashes on the tarmac. 

One down.

Jake was all muscle and smugness, chest puffed out and cock swinging as he advanced on Trixie.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he grinned, tail flicking behind him. 

Trixie smirked. “Oh you have no idea big boy"

Jake lunged, expecting her to dodge.

Instead, she stepped into him, grabbed a rusty metal trash can lid from beside the dumpster and smashed it down on his head like a cymbal crash.

Jake stumbled back, dazed.

That’s when her knee rocketed up into his gigantic, swinging nuts.

CRUNCH

He folded with a strangled sound, half growl, half sob.

Trixie didn’t stop. She shoved him back against the brick wall, grabbed both his swollen testicles in one hand, and slammed her fist into them as hard as she could.

CRUNCH.

Jake’s eyes rolled back. His tail went limp. His legs gave out.

Trixie held strong and drove her fist into his crotch one more time

POP.

Wet. Viscous. Final.

Jake collapsed, twitching, his cock spewing the last of his corrupted load as a cloud of black smoke hissed up from his mouth.

Trixie brushed off her hands. “Two for two, bitch.”

Max saw the carnage and panicked.

His cock, still bobbing stupidly in front of him, now leaking profusely bounced with every step as he tried to run down the far end of the alley.

Marina didn’t run.

She walked, calm, purposeful, pulling something from her bag.

“Seriously?” she muttered. “You thought you were gonna run from us with your balls swinging like that?”

She pulled out a tennis ball? "Well I guess this will work" 

She threw it hard.

It smacked squarely into Max’s over stuffed sack from behind.

He shrieked and fell face-first into a puddle.

Marina strolled up to him as he rolled onto his back, clutching his groin.

"Be a good boy and stay still for me" She said sweetly.

She straddled his waist, leaned forward, and grabbed his massive, twitching balls in both hands.

“You ever had your nuts twisted like taffy?”

“P-please-” he whimpered.

Too late.

She began twisting the demon-boy's nuts around and around and within seconds the squealing, thrashing and growling meathead beneath her was begging for mercy.

"PLEASE!!!! NOOOO!!!" He squealed as she continued to twist as far as the boy's over stuffed sack would let her, and then just as his balls looked like they could hold on no longer. 

POP

Both testicles burst in her hands like overripe fruit.

Max arched up once, his toned body convulsing underneath her,  he tried to cry out but all the came out was a strangled gurgle his cock then began to shoot out ropes of his seed, unfortunately catching poor Marina in the eye. The tell tale black smoke plumed from the boy's agape mouth and in a matter of seconds, 

POOF 

He was no more, like his brethren reduced to a pile of ash and jizz on the ground. 

The alley reeked of sweat, smoke, and demon spunk. 

"Fucking hell guys, this is a workout" Trixie said sounding exhausted.

"No shit, but once again we fucking win!!!!" Marina said laughing.

"Don't celebrate too much yet, they made these three pretty quickly we might have to hurry things up a bit and get rid of these other two sooner than later, the last thing we need is an army of demon hunks trying to rape us" Rowan said wiping some stray demon cum off of her shirt. 

"I wonder if their cum has any worth... like can it make you fly? ensure twins? Make a good casserole?" Marina said inspecting the cum on her hand. 

"I think it's as useful as any cum" Trixie grimaced. "Extremely useless" She snorted. 

"Let's go get cleaned up, I'm sure we're on Dante's radar now" Rowan said ushering the other girls through the alleyway and making their way home. 

Just at the other end of the alleyway out of their site stood Dante, just barely peeking out of the shadows. 

"An army? Why didn't I think of that..." he scoffed as he turned away, in his wake a girls seemingly lifeless body slumped out of the shadows and onto the tarmac. 

Incuballs pt. 2

 Part 1 here 

Part 3 here

After the mess in the bathroom, the girls agreed it was best to go home and regroup. No one argued. No one really said much of anything. They just parted ways, still a little sticky, a little stunned, and very aware that nothing was normal anymore.

Rowan barely remembered the walk home. Her legs felt wobbly, her thoughts disjointed, like her brain was rebooting every few seconds. Her hand still smelled faintly of brimstone and cum.

When she got through the front door, she didn’t stop to greet her parents. She muttered something vague about cramps and took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting about leftover pizza and whatever was on the news.

Her bedroom looked exactly the same as she’d left it that morning ,warm lighting, soft bedding, one cluttered desk, and a wall still covered in posters.

She let her bag drop with a heavy thud and stood there for a moment in silence.

Then, unexpectedly, she laughed.

Just one breathy, shocked laugh.

“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself. “We really did it. We popped a boys balls.”

"d- demons balls" She corrected herself as she tried to wrap her head around everything. 

She pulled off her hoodie and stared at it, one sleeve streaked with soot and something darker, crustier. Underneath, her top had a light, dried splatter just under the collar. She peeled it off with a grimace and tossed both into the laundry basket.

“Gross,” she muttered. But as she turned toward her desk, she paused. 

But as she turned toward her desk, she paused.

A slow, strange warmth was spreading through her chest,  not panic, not nausea.

Satisfaction.

She sat down in her desk chair and stared blankly ahead, the events of the day replaying in her mind on a glitchy loop.

Rory’s arrogant smirk.

His massive, twitching dick.

Trixie’s fist, rising and falling like a hammer.

And that sound.

That awful, beautiful, wet pop. 

It echoed in her head, playing over and over again. 

Rowan crossed her arms tightly over her chest, she squirmed slightly as the thought of it happening, of his manhood being ruined almost.. turned her on?

“I mean,” she said aloud, “they were evil. Literal demons. It was self-defense.” She tried to rationalize it as best she could, make herself feel like what was going on wasn't bat shit insane. 

But even as she said it, her cheeks flushed. Her stomach flipped not in fear, but in the same weird fluttery way it used to when she read a really good romance story. Or when she saw her crush in the halls.

He begged. She remembered that part too. He’d begged for his manhood.

And when it finally happened when Rory’s obnoxiously large sack gave out in Trixie’s hand she hadn’t screamed in horror or looked away.

She’d helped hold him down.

Rowan shifted in her seat and chewed her thumbnail, staring hard at a spot on the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” she whispered.

And yet… she didn’t feel guilty.

Not even a little.

She did however feel a certain familiar tingling sensation between her legs. 

Her phone buzzed.

“Trixie and Marina...” the screen read.

“Oh god, what do they want now,” Rowan muttered, rolling onto her bed and answering with a sigh.

“ROWAN!!!” Trixie’s voice exploded through the speaker, nearly blowing out her eardrum. Marina was giggling in the background, barely muffled.

“WHAT?!” Rowan shouted back, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

“Okay...okay, hear me out,” Trixie said, already breathless. “Me and Marina are on the exact same page right now, and we need to know if you are too.”

Rowan blinked. “Go on...”

Trixie paused, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Are you also... soaking fucking wet from all that?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I... I can’t lie to you two,” Rowan said, voice cracking into a giggle. “I’m absolutely dripping!”

The three of them burst into laughter.

“Thank GOD!” Trixie shrieked. “The way his balls popped? My god, I was in my drawer, panties down, like, the second I got home.”

“I think it’s kind of a shame,” Marina added softly. “Something with a package that big... had to be evil. I would’ve let him fuck me before he turned to ash.”

More laughter.

“There was something hypnotic about the way those giant nuts jiggled when you hit them,” Rowan said, her voice growing lower as her hand drifted under the waistband of her panties.

“I know, right?” Trixie groaned. “Fuck me, I think this might be a new addiction. Like... I’m excited to get the rest of them.”

“Can I be honest, girls?” Marina said suddenly, cutting through the giggle fit.

“What?” Rowan and Trixie said in unison.

“I’ve been fingering myself this whole time.”

That sent them over the edge. All three burst out laughing again, and didn’t stop — not even as their hands stayed busy, moaning and gasping between fits of laughter, thinking about Rory’s ruin, and how many balls were left to destroy.

The next morning at Eastwell High, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and one incubus had been reduced to ash via popped testicles.

Everything felt brighter.

The three girls met up behind the gym again, just like always, though this time with a shared secret smirk and a new kind of energy about them. Trixie had a latte in one hand and a half-assed grin that said she hadn’t slept much, and hadn’t minded one bit.

“I swear, I’ve never been this excited to come to school in my life,” she said, plopping down beside Marina.

Rowan followed behind, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Same. I even wore eyeliner today.”

“You’re glowing, babe,” Marina said with a wink.

Trixie leaned forward. “Okay. So. Round two. We’ve got three left: Dante, Lucian, and Gage.”

“Lucian’s too careful,” Rowan said. “And Dante gives me... leader vibes. Probably harder to corner.”

“Which leaves Gage,” Trixie said, grinning like a cat.

“Dumb, hot, loud,” Marina added. “Total golden retriever energy. He’ll follow a girl anywhere.”

“Especially if she shows a little tit,” Trixie grinned, tugging at her shirt.

Rowan smirked. “You volunteering?”

“Obviously. I’ve got the best set of tits!.”

“And the most practice getting boys alone,” Marina teased.

“Thank you!” Trixie said, deadpan proud.

"As long as I get a chance to lure one of the other ones!" Rowan piped up Smirking. "That or I get to pop a pair of nuts" 

The other giggled and nodded.

"I'll make sure we all get our turn" Trixie smiled. 

Trixie pulled a worn book out of her backpack, the same demonology tome they’d poured over two nights ago. She flipped it open to a dog-eared page with a hand-scrawled note: “Lust is their weakness. Use it.”

"It's kind of sad almost... it's not their fault they have those huge weaknesses between their legs" Marina reflected. 

"I guess yeah, but it's their fault for being evil!" Rowan replied. 

"Good point... Let's do this" Marina nodded smiling. 

Gage strutted through the locker-lined hallways of Eastwell High like he owned the place and maybe, in his mind, he did. His varsity jacket was unzipped to show off a skin-tight tank top stretched over sculpted pecs, and every other word out of his mouth was either a flirtation, a brag, or a flex. Sometimes all three at once.

“Yo, Kelsey,” he called out as a girl walked past, earbuds in. “You ever seen abs so sharp you could grate cheese on ‘em?”

She rolled her eyes and kept walking although for a reason that escaped her she felt drawn to the boy. He smirked anyway, adjusting his junk in his jeans like he wanted the whole hallway to see just how “well-equipped” he was.

His hair was always slightly sweaty, like he just left the gym, and he smelled like Axe body spray and faint dick sweat. He fist-bumped dudes, winked at teachers, and slapped every ass he thought he could get away with.

In third period, he spent more time watching the girls stretch in gym class than doing the warmup. When Coach blew the whistle, he grunted and adjusted himself mid-jog.

"Can’t help it, Coach," he said with a grin. "This thing’s got a mind of its own."

After class, in the locker room, he peeled his shirt off with exaggerated slowness, glancing around to see who was watching.

“You guys ever just look at your own cock and think... ‘Damn, I should get that thing insured?’” he announced proudly, drawing groans and eye rolls from the other guys.

Gage 'accidentally' dropped his towel, letting his heavy junk swing free for all to see.

It was, admittedly, impressive. Thick, Low-hanging, Uncut. The kind of cock and balls that made most guys insecure, and made Gage insufferable.

“I call ‘em the Crown Jewels,” he said, giving his sack a gentle jiggle. “Bet some girls would kill to get their hands on these.”

If only he knew how right he was. 

Sixth period gym was the perfect opportunity.

The girls slipped out of their own classes under the excuse of “cramps,” and looped around the back of the gym building, ducking under the row of high windows that lined the boys’ locker room.

Rowan peered through one of the cracked windows, biting her lip. “He’s still in there.”

Marina crouched beside her. “God, do they even know how loud they are?”

They heard Gage’s voice through the cinderblock walls, echoing over the sound of slamming lockers and running showers.

“Bro, you see this fuckin’ hog?” Gage barked. “Tell me this isn’t the biggest in the goddamn school.”

“Oh my god,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

Trixie pulled herself up to peek through the window. Her eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me,” she breathed. “They’re even bigger than Rory’s.”

Gage had his towel off. Fully nude. His cock swung between his thick thighs, long, semi-hard, and curved slightly upward. But it was the balls that got their attention two heavy orbs hanging low in a loose sac, easily each the size of a softball, maybe bigger.

“Jesus Christ,” Marina whispered. “That thing looks like it needs its own locker.”

Rowan looked mildly disturbed. “It’s like… vulgar. Like nature went too far.”

“I wanna pop ‘em just to balance the ecosystem,” Trixie muttered.

She dropped down from the window and turned to the girls, smirking.

“Alright. Time to do this shit!”

Rowan blinked. “You’re actually going in there?”

“Duh,” Trixie grinned. “That dumbass couldn’t say no to a sock with lips. I’ll have him following me with his dick out in under two minutes.”

Marina giggled. “Just remember what we’re working with. Those things are huge.”

“Softballs,” Rowan muttered. “Hanging like they’re just begging for it.”

Trixie smirked. “Don’t worry. I brought my A-game.”

She popped a button on her top, fluffed her hair, and sauntered toward the locker room door with the confidence of a girl who knew exactly how to make a man ruin himself.

Inside, Gage was flexing in front of the mirror, towel slung low over his hips. The scent of musk and ego filled the room.

He looked up as Trixie pushed the door open and leaned against the frame.

“Well, well,” he grinned. “Didn’t know they were letting girls in the locker room these days.”

Trixie cocked her head. “Oh you know how lenient they've become.. ”

Gage chuckled, grabbing the towel and whipping it off completely.

“Like what you see?” he said, letting his manhood hang free.

Trixie let her eyes roam slowly, deliberately. His cock was thick and heavy, but it was the balls that held her focus sweaty, round and tight, the skin pulled taut and veiny. They swayed slightly with every movement he made.

“Damn,” she said softly. “You’re not shy, are you?”

Gage shrugged. “Why be shy when you’ve got the best package in town?”

Trixie took a step forward, eyes locked on the prize.

“Well,” she purred, “how’d you like to show off somewhere a little more… private?”

Gage’s grin widened. “Lead the way.”

Trixie sauntered down the empty hallway with a practiced sway in her hips, Gage following just a step behind, Like a puppy following it's owner. Fully naked and clearly proud of it. His massive cock swelling with every step, it bounced lightly between his legs as he walked, but those huge, swaying nuts? They were what really drew the eye. 

“So where are we going?” he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

Trixie glanced over her shoulder. “Back gym. Nobody goes there during this period.”

Gage grinned. “Kinky.”

As they reached the old utility hallway behind the gym, she pushed open a side door to a dim, abandoned equipment room. Dusty mats. Old jump ropes. Shelves of forgotten sports gear.

“Romantic,” Gage joked.

Trixie turned to him, her voice sultry. “Just wait.”

She leaned in, hands trailing up his sculpted chest, his neck. She kissed him, brief, slow, and let her fingers trail down his abs, stopping just above the root of his enormous cock.

Gage groaned. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know,” she whispered.

Then she cupped his balls.

Heavy. Warm. Massive.

His cock twitched.

“God, these things,” she murmured. “They’re just… so much.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty legendary,” he smirked. “Takes a real girl to handle ‘em.”

“Oh, I’m handling them alright.”

"So... how do you want me to fuck you?" Gage looked down at the girl with a sadistic grin on his face.

"Who said I'm letting you fuck me?" She giggled as she traced her fingers dangerously close to his straining cock. 

"I did" He said sternly and before she knew it he has shoved her back onto the floor and slammed her down. Within seconds the brawny demon was flipping Trixie onto her stomach and positioning his straining cock before her tight virgin cunt. 

"No underwear?" he growled. "Skanky"

"NOO!" Trixie squealed as she tried to get away but before she could do anything he was already shoving his ungodly cock inside of her. 

"Fuckk, you're so tight!" He growled in a deeper voice now, his teeth growing sharper, his face distorting slightly, unbeknownst to Trixie a pair of horns had sprouted from the boys head and an impish tail from above his juicy ass. 

Trixie began to feel weaker and weaker with every pump inside of her, his cock was too much for her. 

BOOM

The back door swung open and in came Rowan and Marina. 

Rowan stared down Gage's thick muscular ass as it moved up and down, as her gaze lowered her eyes landed on his heavy balls swinging between his legs and.. was that a tail? Then she realized exactly what was going on, He was fucking Trixie!

CRUNCH

Rowan's boot-clad foot went soaring up into the demon boy's unprepared balls and slammed against them at full force. 

"FUCKKKKK" Gage howled as he buried his cock even deeper inside of Trixie. 

"GET OUT OF HER!" Rowan screamed as she once again sent her devastating foot flying into Gage's manhood. 

CRUNCH 

As the pain of Rowan's testicular assault registered in Gage's brain his demonic form began to show more and more. 

"Quick! we need to break him!" Marina shouted as she rooted around the storage room to find something to use, that's when an old metal baseball bat caught her eye.

"Here!" She grabbed the bat and handed it to Rowan who instantly knew what she had to do. 

CRUNCH 

She swung the bat as hard as she could and struck both of the brutes balls dead on. 

CRUNCH 

Again she got them both dead centre, causing the demon's knees to buckle underneath him. 

"NOOO!" He squealed as he finally pulled his obscenely large cock out of Trixie and tried his best to escape. 

Rowan swung the bat one more time, this time upward — directly between his legs smashing his bloated balls against the underside of his own muscular frame.

CRUNCH.

Gage let out a strangled, guttural noise and collapsed forward onto all fours, gasping like a wounded animal. His swollen sack hung low and trembling, the veins pulsing, the skin an angry red. His massive cock was still half-hard, twitching above the mat like it didn’t realize the end was near.

He looked up through tear-filled eyes, face half-shifted into something inhuman  fangs, horns, twitching ears.

"p- please" He begged.

Rowan stepped forward, bat raised. Her eyes blazed with something deeper than anger, righteous fury, maybe even pleasure.

“Fuck you, demon boy.”

She swung.

POP.

The sound was sickening wet, sharp, final. Like a pair of overfilled balloons bursting under pressure.

Gage’s entire body jolted. His scream wasn’t human, it came from somewhere deeper, darker. A static-laced howl that echoed through the abandoned gym, too loud, too raw.

His cock pulsed once, twice, and then erupted, spraying a thick, ruined stream of seed across the mat in one last, useless spasm.

Then black smoke spilled from his mouth.

His form convulsed, glitched, twisted in on itself. His muscle clad body looking pained as he convulsed.

And finally, with a pitiful groan and a flicker of demonic flame, Gage collapsed into a heap of ash and steaming nut pulp.

All that remained was the bat.

And silence.

After Gage's dramatic defeat, Rowan and Marina rushed over to where Trixie lay groaning on the floor, sweat-slicked and dazed.

“Are you okay?!” Rowan asked, crouching down, eyes wide with concern.

Trixie blinked up at her, dazed. “I- I think so... yeah.” She exhaled shakily, then added with a faint grin, “I'm... definitely gonna need to buy a bigger dildo.”

Rowan snorted, the tension breaking. Marina let out a breathy laugh, still catching her own.

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, surrounded by the scorched remnants of ash, sex, and sulfur. Then, slowly, they stood, battered but victorious.

Two demons down.

Two to go.

Trespassers Will Be Busted Pt. 2

Part 1 Here: https://jamiesballbusts.blogspot.com/2025/06/trespassers-will-be-busted.html  

 Brayden laid on the ground unconscious and covered in streaks of his last load as his friends nearly pissed themselves laughing, their still erect cocks and heavy balls bouncing and swinging all over the place. 

Logan wiped a tear from his eye and exhaled heavily. 

“God, I need a fuckin’ seat after that.”

He turned away from the scene, shaking his head, and sauntered toward a wide, mossy log just a few feet away.

Tyler blinked, coming down from his own laughing fit. “Dude, maybe don’t-”

But Logan was already turning, aiming his ass toward the log like a throne, his heavy balls hanging between his legs perilously. He didn’t look where he stepped though. His foot hit a slick patch of wet bark, just enough to tilt his angle mid-drop.

And then he sat.

Wrong.

So, so wrong.

The entire weight of his muscular body came down directly onto his fat unprotected balls.

One nut landed squarely on a sharp edge of the log. The other got mashed under his own thigh. His body buckled, eyes went wide, then rolled back.

CRUNCH.

The sound echoed across the clearing like a thick branch snapping.

Logan froze for a moment, the pain taking a second to register in his brain, but as soon as he felt it he shrieked. It wasn’t a scream per say. It was more of a girlish squeal. High, strained, and pitiful.

He doubled over groaning and whining. 

Tyler jumped back. “DUDE?! What the fuck?!”

Logan collapsed onto his side, fetal position, gasping like he’d been shot. His hands clutched between his legs, but there was nothing to save.

"My balls man!..." He whined as he moved his hands to assess the damage.

One was already swelling quite red and angry looking. The other? Flattened. His once mighty cock was now rapidly deflating, going from impressive to pathetic in seconds.

His voice was a whimper now. “My fuckin’... my fuckin’ balls...”

"You just... you just crushed your own nut?" Tyler said incredulously as he backed away. "Holy fuck man..." 

Logan lay crumpled on his side, whimpering, his hands buried between his muscular thighs. His handsome face contorted in pain. The air around him stank of sweat, cum, bark, and raw panic. One nut was already gone  he knew it. It felt like a smashed grape stuffed inside a sock.

“My fuckin’… balls…” he moaned again, barely audible.

Tyler just stared, backing away slowly like Logan might infect him somehow like being near the boy might spell the end for his own precious manhood.

“I need… fuck, I need my pants,” Logan muttered, half-delirious. “I need… ice. And, like, fuckin’... morphine.”

He rolled onto his back with a pained grunt and groped for his jeans, which were bunched around one ankle. His fingers were trembling, awkward. He finally managed to grab the waistband and yank them upward, he pulled them over his groin area with as much care as he could manage, trying his best not to irritate his overly sensitive and battered nuts, then as he got to his feet he went to zip up his jeans, something he had done a million times, but this time he did it too fast, too rough.

ZZZIP.

There was a moment of silence. Then Logan’s back arched.

“AAAAAAGHHH FUCK!!”

The scream that tore from his throat was high and ragged. His body convulsed as he clutched at his zipper. The second testicle  his last shred of manhood was caught in the metal vice.

Pinched.

Crushed.

His hand scrambled to unzip in pure panic, and when he finally yanked the metal down. 

POP.

There was a wet snick sound, like stepping on a cherry tomato. Logan’s eyes went wide, his mouth hung open.

Nothing came out.

Then he collapsed again onto the forest floor, a twitching, groaning heap as a small, sad dribble of cum oozed from his limp shaft. 

Tyler gagged. “Oh my god… you just zipped off your own nut.”

Logan whimpered, hands still frozen at his fly.

“...kill me…”

At this moment Tyler decided he needed to get out of there and quick, the boy went to pull up his own jeans and to his horror saw that they along with his underwear were left across the clearing, not wanting to waste time he ran away without them. 

As he ran his heavy balls and half soft cock flopped around between his legs, slapping against his thighs making him grimace each time. 

That's when he noticed the path he had come in on was nowhere to be seen. 

"What the fuck?!" He yelled looking around frantically. 

"Fuck.. shit!" He tried to run through the forest, the dense treeline was almost impenetrable. 

"Fuck!" He sounded more distraught now. 

Tyler slumped onto the ground, leaning up against another tree, he felt helpless, the weed he had smoked making his brain foggy and his unattended blue balls making him distracted, he looked over at his buddies unconscious bodies and breathed heavily. 

Tyler sat there breathing hard, legs sprawled lazily in front of him. His cock was still half-hard, gently bobbing with each heavy breath. His balls, full and flushed from earlier teasing, heavy, warm, and begging for release.

“Brayden passed out from a fall… Logan crushed his own sack like an idiot… but I’m fine. I’m fine,” he told himself, trying to ignore the faint sense of doom pressing at the edges of his high. “God, I should’ve finished earlier. Maybe if I just…”

His hand drifted down to his cock. It gave a twitch in greeting.

He started stroking slowly, savoring it, letting the tension melt from his body. His other hand wandered idly to his nuts, cupping them as they rested comfortably in the grass. They shifted slightly with every rock of his hips, the blades of grass brushing lightly beneath them.

And that’s when he noticed it.

The grass.

It felt… nice.

Surprisingly nice.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, barely above a whisper.

The texture was cool, dewy, and just rough enough to tickle the underside of his sack. It made him shiver. His cock throbbed again, harder now, and he instinctively spread his legs wider, letting his balls sag lower into the soft earth.

He started grinding. Slowly. His hips rolled into the ground in time with his stroking, the feeling between his legs building with every gentle rock.

“Ohhh yeah… nature knows what’s up…” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut.

His nuts rolled through the grass, dragging slightly through the stems. He imagined someone beneath him, a mouth maybe, or a hot tongue... Kayla.. He thought of her pretty face lapping up the precum dripping onto his nuts. He stroked faster. The tip of his cock was leaking profusely now, clear fluid sliding down the shaft toward his knuckles.

He didn’t even feel the first ant.

Then came the second bite.

“Ah shit,” he flinched. “That… that stung.”

Another bite. Then another.

And suddenly, the tickling wasn’t sexy anymore.

He sat up fast, blinking down at himself.

His nuts were moving.

Not twitching crawling.

Dozens of ants had swarmed his sack, skittering along his cock, under his balls, across his thighs. One latched onto the seam and bit deep.

“FUCK!” he shouted, panic flaring. He slapped at them blindly.

His hand smashed straight into his balls.

“NNNNGH SHIT!” 

He groaned as his hand made contact with his sensitive manhood.

He hit them again, trying to brush them off, but the ants kept coming. 

Another bite, right beneath his cock

"FUCK!".

Tyler cried out, legs kicking. His cock spasmed, flicking a strand of precum across his stomach.

And then, in his blind panic, he punched his own sack.

POP.

The left one gave out under the force of the blow. A wet snick. Like something soft giving way.

His scream cracked the quiet air. His hips jolted once, violently then fell still.

"SHITT!!!" 

He screeched as he tried his best to get the ants off his manhood. His other ball began to swell now, looking not much different than Logan's had moments prior. 

"FUCK! IF IM GONNA LOSE EM I BETTER USE EM" Tyler hollered as he began to stroke with renewed vigour. 

He violently jerked his cock, painfully smacking his remaining nut with every pump, he felt himself approaching orgasm and even through the pain of his left nut's destruction he pressed on. 

That's when above him a branch began to shake loose, all the violent shaking at the base of the tree had caused the dead branch to become dislodged and now it was coming hurdling towards the ground. 

SPLAT

The branch, about as thick as one of Tyler's legs, landed square in front of him, catching his remaining nut dead on, ruining what was left of his manhood. 

"NOOO!" 

His cock erupted, twitching violently as the last of his fertile seed splattered across the forest floor in thick, wasted ropes.

And then…

Stillness.

The branch rolled slightly. His body twitched once before falling unconscious like his friends.

And the forest went quiet once again.

Incuballs Pt. 1

   Lunchtime at Eastwell High was business as usual. Rowan, Trixie, and Marina sat scattered across the bleachers behind the gym, where the smell of sweat and weed hung in the air like a warning. Rowan perched cross-legged on the top bench, flipping through a battered old book she’d picked up from the local thrift store. Trixie was busy fighting the wind to light a cigarette, muttering curses under her breath, while Marina gnawed on the wrapper of her juice box straw, her gaze fixed somewhere far away. They didn’t talk much, they didn’t have to. In a town like Eastwell, there weren’t many people like them. Whether they liked it or not, they were each other’s best and only friends.

"Have you guys noticed something weird lately?" Trixie asked, finally getting her cigarette to light with a victorious flick of her lighter.

"Other than your makeup? No, not really," Rowan replied dryly.

Trixie rolled her eyes, and both girls laughed.

"No, seriously," Trixie continued, lowering her voice. "Like Sarah, in math? She’s gone boy-crazy out of nowhere. You know she was supposed to be headed to Ivy League territory, right? I heard she failed a test last week."

"No way. Sarah? The same Sarah I’m thinking of?" Marina blinked out of her trance to join the conversation.

"Yes!" Trixie said, leaning in. "And she’s been skipping class too. I mean, we do that all the time"

"You guys do," Rowan interjected with a raised brow, claiming her usual spot on the moral high ground.

"Whatever," Trixie muttered. "But Sarah’s not just skipping. She’s with some guy. One of those new guys who transferred last week."

"Ohhh, you mean the hot brothers?" Marina said, a little too eagerly.

"Yes… those ones," Trixie muttered, her face twisting with subtle disgust.

"You know, now that you mention it..." Rowan set her book down beside her. "That sounds exactly like Lily from music class. I don’t really talk to her, but she’s like a prodigy. Lately? She’s been messing up like crazy. And she totally skipped her recital the other day. Not like her at all."

"Okay, so you do get what I’m getting at here." Trixie stubbed her cigarette out on the bench with a little more force than necessary. "Something’s off."

"Yeah," Marina grinned as she dug into her backpack and pulled out another juice box. "That ‘something’ is called girls being horny." Marina laughed, popping her juice box straw with a sharp crack.

Rowan opened her mouth to respond, but Trixie suddenly stiffened.

“Hold up. Don’t look too obvious,” she muttered, nodding subtly toward the edge of the field.

The other two followed her gaze casually, like they weren’t already tense. Over by the side gate, where the old trees cast long shadows across the lawn, one of the brothers  Lucian, the quieter one of the four stood with a girl pinned between him and the chain-link fence. It was Sarah.

“Shit,” Marina whispered. “Is that?”

Lucian leaned in, close enough to whisper in Sarah’s ear his hips grinding into hers and then, just for a split second, his face shifted.

It wasn’t like a transformation you see in the movies. No gore. No flashy fire. Just... wrong.

His jaw unhinged a little too far. His skin shimmered like it couldn’t decide on a color. For a flash, his eyes turned solid black. Not glossy, not human like holes in his head.

And his hand the one pressed flat against Sarah’s lower stomach twitched, fingers elongating and curling, too many joints bending at once. Then it was gone.

Sarah gasped like she'd been punched in the gut, legs buckling, but Lucian caught her. He kissed her aggressively, almost violently and then let her go, letting her slump back into the fence , he picked her up by hear weary arm and walked her off like nothing had happened.

None of them said anything for a long beat.

“What the fuck did we just see,” Trixie finally breathed.

“I- I don’t know,” Marina stammered, gripping her juice box like it might shield her. “That didn’t look human.”

Trixie scoffed, but her voice shook.

“I told you they were soul suckers. That was straight-up demonic. His face glitched. Like, glitched, Rowan.”

Rowan didn’t blink. Her voice was cold, flat.

“Whatever that was… it wasn’t normal. And I want to know what they’re doing to those girls.”

Marina glanced back toward the fence, where Lucian and Sarah had disappeared.

“It looked like something out of a horror movie,” she whispered. “And she looked drained. Like she’d just lost a part of herself.”

Trixie nodded slowly. 

“It reminds me of... no ... ok this sounds crazy.” Trixie began

"Nothings crazier than that" Rowan blurted as the girls all huddled together. 

"It reminds me of this book I was reading, I picked it up at the thrift store like a month ago, remember we went together?" 

Rowan nodded as she remembered. 

"Demonology and Ancient Deities" Trixie almost whispered the title. 

"Oh come on Trixie, you can't be serious" Rowan said in a moment of fear driven skepticism. 

"I'm serious! The way he looked, the way he changed, it looked exactly like what was in the book." Trixie said as she began picking her things up. "Come on we're going to my place, we gotta go look at this." 

"Okay!" Marina said getting up and brushing herself off, the girl was eager for any reason to leave school. 

"But what about-" Rowan began but was cut off. 

"Do you wanna help these girls? Or would you rather get good attendance?" Trixie said sternly. 

"Fine!" Rowan relented as she got up too. 

The trio made their way to Trixie's house thankfully not a far walk from the school, as they filed into her basement bedroom one by one Marina couldn't help but ogle at the curiosities that lined Trixie's shelves. 

"Is that a-" She began. 

"Pig embryo wet specimen? yes... yes it is" Trixie said as she maneuvered through her messy room to find the book. "Long story, another time" She said as she grabbed the giant book and plopped it onto her bed, the three girls gathered around as they flipped through the pages and soon found what they were looking for. 

They found it, a two-page spread etched in old withering paper and ink, the illustration crude but unmistakable. A horned male figure crouched over a limp woman, long fingers threaded into her hair. His eyes were hollow, mouth twisted into something between a grin and a growl. The title read:

“Of Incubi: Predatory Spirits of Lust and Consumption.”

Rowan leaned in. “Okay. Creepy. Read it.”

Trixie cleared her throat, squinting at the dense gothic text.

“The incubus is a malevolent spirit of ancient origin, often appearing in the guise of a mortal man. It thrives on lust and domination, draining women of their vitality, intelligence, and purity through prolonged physical contact. Repeated exposure often leads to madness, sterility, or death.”

“Though incubi are known to shapeshift, seduce, and deceive, their true forms are marked by unnatural strength, aversion to sunlight, and—” she stopped. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Marina asked, leaning over her shoulder.

Trixie pointed to the next line.

“and grotesquely engorged testicles, the vessels through which their energy is stored and dispersed.”

“Only by destruction of these organs ideally by blade, flame, or crushing force—can the creature be vanquished in full.”

There was a long silence.

Trixie gagged. “That is foul. Testicle magic? Are you kidding me?”

Rowan blinked. “So… their balls are like… soul batteries?”

“I hate that I know this now,” Trixie muttered. “Of course the power source is balls. Men are already unbearable, and now their demon versions are just walking scrotum bombs?”

Marina made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Trixie nodded fiercely. “Testicles are already gross and now they're evil too? Burn them all.”

Rowan, still staring at the page, added dryly, “So what you’re saying is... we need to pop some nuts.”

"They're kind of less scary now that I know this.." Trixie said giggling. "Like ooh big bad scary demons with extra big targets swinging between their legs?" 

Rowan and Marina giggled in response. 

"You said there's four of them right?" Rowan asked the Trixie. 

"Yes, the one we saw was Lucian, such a stuck up name!" Trixie laughed. "There's also Dante.. fitting... Gage and Rory.. . how come those two have normal names?" 

"I don't know how demons get their names!" Rowan said slightly exasperated, either way we have to stop them, does it say anything else?" 

Trixie flipped another page and scanned the lines, fingers tapping nervously on the heavy paper.

“Okay, here we go… listen to this,” she said, eyes widening slightly. “It says, ‘While nigh invulnerable in their assumed forms, the incubus becomes most vulnerable during acts of indulgence. In moments of heightened lust, their spiritual essence becomes centralized in the testes, swelling with stolen energy.’”

Rowan blinked. “Wait. So… the hornier they get, the weaker they get?”

“Pretty much,” Trixie confirmed. “They store the life force they steal in their balls. Which is so stupid it almost makes sense.”

“God, men really are ruled by their dicks,” Marina muttered.

Trixie smirked. “But it also says, ‘Only with sudden trauma or destruction to these vessels during their vulnerable state can the demon be expelled or slain. Failing this, the incubus will regenerate within days.’ So if we’re gonna crush some cursed nuts, we’ve got a tight window.”

Rowan gave her a look. “So… we seduce them, and then we… what? Punt them into hell?”

“Only one way to find out,” Trixie said, already grabbing a notepad. “Let’s start with Rory.”

Marina looked surprised. “The flirty one?”

“Exactly,” Trixie nodded. “He’s cocky. He thinks every girl wants him. I guarantee I can get him alone.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow. “You’re volunteering to be bait?”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Relax. I’m not gonna fuck him, I’m gonna fake it. I flirt a little, get him close, get him hard… and then boom nut him into oblivion.”

“Demon busting via blue balls,” Marina grinned. “I like it.”

“We’ll need to be ready,” Rowan said, voice a little more serious now. “What if he transforms again? What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we improvise,” Trixie shrugged. “Worst case, we run.”

She snapped the book shut and looked at the other two.

“But if we pull this off? We’ll know for sure. We’ll know exactly how to kill them.”

"And worst case scenario we're wrong, schizophrenic and get to bust some balls!" Marina added joyfully. 

"Ok well Schools still in session, it's only 1:30, where do you think he'd be?" Trixie asked excitedly. 

"He's in my art class, which is right now..." Rowan said as the shame of skipping her favourite class washed over her, "Miss Macklemore will never forgive me..." 

"Great! Let's go!" Trixie shouted as the trio hauled ass out of her room and back to the school. 

The hallways were mostly quiet, classes in session behind every closed door. The girls crept through the side entrance, ducking past the cafeteria and straight toward the art wing.

“There,” Rowan whispered, peeking through the narrow window in the classroom door.

Inside, Rory leaned against the edge of a table, half-assing a sketch while a girl beside him hung on his every word. He wasn’t even pretending to try. His pencil was mostly idle as he laughed, winked, and leaned close enough that the girl visibly swooned.

“He’s got a type,” Marina muttered. “Breathing.”

Trixie grinned, already unzipping her hoodie. Underneath, a cropped tank top showed just enough of her perky tits to draw the eye.

“I’m going in,” she said. “Give me two minutes. Then loop back to the girls’ bathroom near the west stairwell. That one’s always empty.”

"How do you know it's always empty?" Marina wondered. 

"It's where I go to smoke in the winter" Trixie giggled. 

Rowan looked uneasy. “Are you sure about this? ”

“No,” Trixie smirked. “But it’s gonna be so fun.”

She straightened her posture, flipped her long black hair, and pushed the door open like she belonged there. The teacher barely glanced up as Trixie walked in.

Rory looked up and his grin widened.

“Hey, don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he said smoothly.

“You haven’t,” Trixie said, sidling up to his desk. “I’ve been watching you though.”

That made his eyebrows rise. Trixie had never gotten a good look at the boy before, his blonde hair contrasted with his tan skin, thick eyebrows and sharp jaw exuding manly charm, none of this attracted her much but she could see the appeal. The girl next to him gave Trixie a glare like she’d stepped into enemy territory, not that this phased her much.

"I'm saving your ass you nasty bitch" She thought to herself as she continued.

“I was wondering,” Trixie said, lowering her voice, “if maybe you could, like… help me with something.”

“Oh?” Rory purred.

“Yeah,” she leaned in, just enough. “Something… private.”

The way he stood up immediately, excusing himself without even looking at the other girl, was almost comical. Trixie gave him a coy smile and led the way out.

The flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Rowan and Marina waited, nerves on edge.

The door creaked open.

Trixie backed in slowly, her fingers curled around the doorframe, eyes locked on Rory as she lured him in. He followed, wearing that same cocky smirk, scanning the bathroom with amusement.

“You weren’t kidding,” Rory said. “Empty bathroom, huh?”

Trixie gave him a sly smile. “Told you. I like privacy.”

She walked slowly toward the sinks, letting her fingers trace the edge of the counter. She bent slightly, subtly shifting her hips as she turned to face him. Rory’s eyes followed her every move.

“You’ve been flirting with a lot of girls..,” she said softly.

“Guilty,” Rory smirked, taking a step closer.

Trixie tilted her head, feigning innocence. “You always this easy?”

“I mean, not usually,” he said, his voice deepening, “but when a girl this hot asks me to ditch class, I’m not gonna say no.”

She let him get close, their bodies inches apart now. His hand reached out to touch her waist, she let it hover just for a moment before stopping him with a finger to his chest.

“Let me,” she whispered, her voice honeyed.

He froze — surprised, turned on.

Her hand slid down his chest, trailing to his beltline. She saw the hitch in his breath, the twitch behind his jeans. His pupils dilated, posture loosening, control slipping.

Her finger grazed his already bulging crotch, gently she grabbed his zipper and undid it, following suit with the button, soon his jeans were on the floor and his bulge grew even bigger, straining against his underwear. 

"Wow, you're a big boy aren't you?" She said letting her fingers glide along his twitching bulge. 

"Oh fuck yeah I am" Rory almost growled, his voice sounding different than before. 

With one tug Trixie freed his straining erection, gasping at the sheer size of it, Rory's cock easily surpassed nine inches and was as thick as a beer bottle, its shiny pink head glistened with precum as it twitched in the air, even though his cock was impressive Trixie was not interested in it whatsoever, her eyes fell onto his humongous balls. 

"Wow.. these are pretty big.." She said as she weighed his nuts in her hand. 

“Mmhmm,” Rory moaned, chest heaving. “Fuck yeah they are…”

She looked down at the two pink orbs in front of her, each easily the size of her fists. 

She gave them a gentle squeeze. Watched them twitch.

"Tell me Rory, are all demons this well hung?" Trixie said as an evil grin spread across her face. 

"Huh?" Is all Rory could get out before Trixie's fist was rocketing up towards his unprotected manhood. 

CRUNCH

“NOOOOO!” Rory screamed, stumbling back as his entire body buckled. His features shifted — teeth sharpening, skin rippling, eyes glowing blood-red.

But he couldn’t change fully. Not with the sickening ache tearing through his core. His knees buckled. He wheezed like he’d been gutted.

CRUNCH.

A second uppercut slammed into his nuts, making them warp grotesquely around her fist. His scream cracked, demonic voice flickering like static.

“How do you like me now, motherfucker?” Trixie snarled, eyes wild. “Still wanna fuck me? Drain me?”

“YOU BITCH!” Rory shrieked, claws sprouting from his hands as he flailed — but weakly, uncoordinated, like his brain was short-circuiting from the pain.

Rory thrashed, roaring through gritted teeth. His hands, now clawed and trembling swiped wildly, but he couldn’t focus, couldn’t stand. His legs wobbled, and the agonized pulsing between them had his body jerking uncontrollably.

“Get off me!” he growled, fangs flashing.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

Rowan tackled him from the side, slamming her weight into his ribs. “You’re done, asshole!”

He hit the tile hard, and before he could scramble up, Marina was on him too planting her knees onto his shoulders, pinning him flat with surprising strength.

“Hold him still!” Trixie barked, her eyes blazing with satisfaction.

Rory’s cock, still twitching uselessly, lay still rigid against his abs. His balls, however, remained heavy, swollen, trembling from the damage. His breathing was ragged.

“You girls don’t know what you’re doing,” he spat, eyes wild. “You can’t kill me”

Trixie crouched between his spread legs and reached down, wrapping her hand around his sac. She squeezed.

Rory’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted.

"p- please!" The demon begged with her. "I'll do anything!"

“Oh really?” she said smirking.

She tightened her grip—just enough to make him panic.

His claws scraped against the tile, his hips bucked helplessly, but Marina dug her knees in harder, and Rowan grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to the side.

He nodded violently. "Yes! please! anything ... I'll- I'll do anything!" 

"Then shut the fuck up" Trixie said coldly. 

And then 

POP.

It was sickening. Wet, deep, final. A grotesque burst under her fist, followed by Rory’s full-body convulsion and a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, it was a howl, an unholy noise torn from somewhere beyond human.

His balls deflated in her hand, the skin shriveling like punctured fruit.

His mighty cock began to spurt out rope after rope of his demonic seed, landing all over the girls and the tiled floor, a few ropes painting the thrashing demons still handsome face. 

"NOOOOOO-" Rory bellowed as a final plume of black smoke hissed from his mouth as his form glitched—horns jutting out, eyes rolling back—before his entire body collapsed into ash.

All that remained was silence. The echo of the rupture still seemed to ring in the air.

Marina slowly looked around “...Holy shit.”

Rowan stood up, shaking. “We just popped a demon’s nuts.”

Trixie exhaled hard, wiping her palm on her jeans with a grimace.

“One down,” she said. “Three to go.”

Part 2 here 

Part 3 here

Trespassers Will Be Busted Pt. 1

 
Logan kicked the faded No Trespassing sign clean off its post with a laugh. He ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“Come on dude! Hurry up!” 

Behind him, Brayden laughed and jogged ahead into the overgrown path. Tyler on the other hand took his time looking at his surroundings, even though they were in a heavily forested area, it seemed to be extremely quiet, not even bugs flying around the boys head. 

"Come on!!!" Logan yelled as Tyler snapped back into the moment. 

"I'm coming!" Tyler replied sounding mildly annoyed. 

"That's what she said!" Brayden hollered causing the trio to break out into laughter. 

Without Warning Logan unzipped his jeans with zero shame, releasing his flaccid yet still staggeringly large cock into the air, aiming straight at the base of a crooked, moss-covered tree.

“Gotta mark my territory,” he smirked, sighing loudly as the stream splashed against the roots.

Brayden burst out laughing. “You’re disgusting, man.”

Tyler gave the tree a nervous glance. “That thing looks older than my grandparents.”

“Yeah,” Logan said, shaking off. “Now it smells like them too.”

The group laughed as they continued on down the path. 

"Why are we here again?" Tyler asked as he took a joint from his pocket and flicked his lighter. 

"What? Are you scared?" Brayden said mockingly. 

"No! I just don't wanna be out in the woods for no reason!" Tyler retorted as he took a long puff off his joint. 

"There's this old abandoned place down the path, some kinda-" Logan responded but was cut off as a clearing appeared ahead of them. 

"Well whatever this is" Logan added as he surveyed what was in front of him. 

The trees opened into a wide, unnatural clearing, too round, too bare. In the center stood a ring of of stones, all similar shapes and sizes, worn down by something to have flat tops. 

"What the fuck is this place?" Tyler asked sounding mildly creeped out. 

"Hippie Orgy Ring?" Logan laughed as he sat on one of the rocks and unceremoniously scratched his bulging crotch. 

"Oh yeah totally, I could bang some hippie bitches on these stones easy" Brayden replied making mock thrusting motions in front of one of the stones. 

In that moment a rogue gust of wind came from nowhere and broke the eerie stillness that had surrounded the boys, the gust blew full throttle into Brayden's back sending him falling forward, groin first into the sharp edge of the rock. 

""FFU-" Brayden went to curse but the pain rushing through his balls left him speechless as his fragile manhood was pinned against the rock by his toned body. 

Tyler and Logan burst into laughter, Logan nearly falling off the rock he was sitting on from laughing too hard. 

"It's not funny!" Brayden squealed, eyes watering as he attempted to stand back up, as he finally got his balance he stood with his legs farther apart then before and hunched a little. 

"Awww poor Brayden!" Logan chirped at the boy. 

"Need me to check em? Kiss em better?" Logan cackled. 

Brayden’s cheeks flushed bright red, but he played it cool. “N-no! I’m fine, man. You know how sensitive they are!” He gave a frustrated, yet more laid-back grimace as the pain slowly faded.

"Oooh poor sensitive Brayden" Logan laughed, "but I gotta say banging some hippie girls? that's a pretty picture" 

Tyler let out a slow exhale, the joint finally settling him into a relaxed slump against one of the stones. He stretched his legs out wide. “Wasn’t your ex into that nature stuff?”

“Kayla?” Logan raised a brow. “Yeah total hippie. Said she was a witch actually. Always burning sage, talking about the moon and energy and whatever. She was a little out there.”

He paused, his smirk deepening. “But, y’know… she was fun.”

“Nice,” Brayden chuckled, leaning back and folding his arms.

“I still remember those long skirts she wore,” Logan added. “All those weird patterns… and when the wind hit just right-”

Brayden grinned. “No underwear, right?”

Logan nodded. “Yes! She didn’t believe in em.”

As the boys fantasized about Kayla and her bare ass their cocks began to swell in their pants, the thought of fucking the gorgeous girl in this very spot was getting all of them worked up. 

“Hey uh... I’m gonna go take a leak,” Brayden muttered, shifting awkwardly as he stood up.

“Riiight,” Logan smirked. “You always pee with a tent in your pants, or is that just today?”

“What?!” Brayden looked down and froze. The raging erection he’d been trying to hide was now blatantly outlined through his jeans.

“Pfft-”

“Gonna go handle some ‘Kayla business’ behind a tree?” Tyler teased, laughing, though the thought had crossed his mind too.

Brayden rolled his eyes but cracked a grin. “Alright, fine. You caught me dude. It’s not my fault, man it’s been like a week since I’ve busted! I’m going fucking crazy over here.”

“No shame, dude,” Logan said, fishing a joint from his pocket and lighting up. “It’s just us out here. Whip it out.”

“Yeah... nah. That’s kinda sus,” Brayden laughed.

“Please,” Logan scoffed. “It’s only sus if we’re helping each other out or some gay shit like that and believe me I'm not touching you with a ten foot pole. Look, if you do it, I’ll do it.”

Brayden hesitated, clearly torn, but the curiosity was there. He’d always wondered just how much of Logan’s bragging was truthful.

“Tyler?” Logan called, raising a brow. “You in? I see you pitching your own little tent over there.”

“Screw it, man, I’m down,” Tyler said, giving himself a quick, shameless adjustment, his own cock straining at the thought of stimulation.

The first one to expose themselves was Logan, shamelessly unzipping and releasing his swelling cock and heavy balls out into the air, His nuts were covered in a thick layer of hair that spread up to his groin and even to his midsection, hanging low from his body they looked like a pair of baseballs in a loose sac. His pink cock protruded from the bush like a giant log, about as thick as a beer can and as long as two of them, it was topped off with an obnoxiously pink mushroom shaped tip barely covered by his foreskin. 

"Take a picture it'll last longer" Logan smirked as he grabbed his member mid shaft and began to stroke it at a leisurely pace. 

Next was Tyler, his was less impressive than Logan but still impressive in it's own right, maybe two inches shorter than Logan's but just as thick, the boys cock curved to the left and had a paler pink tip, although as it was getting harder and the blood flow increased his head turned a deeper shade of pink, his balls were considerably less hairy than Logan's and tighter to his body, not smaller by much in volume though. He too began to stroke his straining cock, moaning and laying his head back as he did so. 

Finally Brayden worked up the courage and slipped his pants off, exposing his cock to the air, sending a shiver down his spine, His cock although thinner than the others was still quite the site, he however was completely hairless. 

"You manscape?" Logan laughed. 

"Shut up man!" Brayden threw Logan a playful dirty look, "The girls love it" 

"I'm sure they do" Tyler said mockingly as the trio all stroked their cocks, Brayden fished into his bag and grabbed his joint, joining the other two in smoking. 

After spending a few minutes stroking their respective cocks, Logan was getting a little bored. 

Logan exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes drifting upward. “Yo, you see that?” He pointed to a gnarled old tree near the edge of the clearing. “Bet from up there you could see the whole damn forest.”

“What, you wanna spot deer or something?” Tyler chuckled not taking much time away from focusing on his cock.

“Nah,” Logan smirked. “Just figured if there’s any sexy forest nymphs or hot witches watching, maybe they need a better view.”

“Brayden,” Tyler said, nudging him. “You’re the lightest. You go.”

Brayden rolled his eyes. “Y’all just wanna stare at my ass while I climb.”

“Not denying it,” Logan grinned.

With a laugh and half-hearted protest, Brayden stood up, brushed dirt from his legs, and made his way toward the crooked old tree.

“Damn, climbing the tree naked? That’s a choice,” Tyler laughed, eyes fixed on Brayden’s undeniably juicy ass.

“Fuck yeah, I’m not a pussy,” Brayden shouted as he scrambled up the lowest branch, grabbing hold like he’d done this a hundred times.

Within moments, the bare-skinned boy had scaled the old tree, perched near the top with a smug grin and a view of the whole forest, though the path they'd come in on was nowhere in sight.

“Any bitches up there?” Logan hollered. Still focused on his own raging boner.

Brayden cackled and pointed downward. “I only see two bitches down here!”

That’s when the idea hit him.

Grinning, Brayden gripped his stiff shaft and began stroking with renewed purpose.

“Yo!” he called down. “I think it’s starting to rain!”

“Huh?” Tyler blinked up just in time to dodge a falling rope of sticky white cum.

“DUDE! What the fuck?!” he shrieked, stumbling backward as more drops rained from the tree canopy.

Logan wasn’t so lucky. Mid-laugh, a thick rope of Brayden's fresh seed hit him square in the open mouth.

“MOTHERFUCKER! Your fucking dead!” he gagged, spitting and wiping his tongue furiously.

But before he could yell more, karma struck.

Brayden, still chuckling and gripping his cock proudly, lost his footing.

“Fuck!” he screamed as the branch under his foot snapped clean off.

The world turned sideways. He flailed, grabbing at branches, but none held.

And then,

*smack*

He landed balls-first across a thick, lower branch. Time froze.

There was a sickening, wet crunch. A strangled wheeze. Then silence, followed by a pitiful dribble of cum leaking from his still erect cock and hitting the forest floor.

Brayden’s body slumped forward, arms hanging limp. His legs twitched.

“Oh my god…” Tyler murmured, eyes wide.

Logan took a step forward, squinting. Then the reality of what happened hit him.

“Bro… he has no balls anymore!” he burst out, coughing from laughter.

Tyler covered his mouth. “Do you see his face? He looks heartbroken!”

The two boys broke into uncontrollable, wheezy fits of laughter, high out of their minds. 

Brayden could only let out a high-pitched, breathless squeak not quite a scream, not quite a sob before slumping off the branch and collapsing face-first into the dirt.

Out cold.

Permanently... lighter.

The air around them was once again still, the only noise in the clearing was that of the boys' obnoxious laughs, little did they know that what they had done could not be undone and soon they would have their own meetings with karma. 

to be continued... how will Logan and Tyler fare? 

Part 2 here: https://jamiesballbusts.blogspot.com/2025/06/trespassers-will-be-busted-pt-2.html