Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 2)

Our Friendships Turned Febrile III : Hooked on Delusion (Part 2)  

 -- Contains Heavy Non-Consensual Ballbusting -- 

 

Emily picked John up from her bed; now on two feet, John was led by Emily to the lime green door connecting her bathroom to bedroom. 

“Just a few more steps John.” Emily giggled; she watched John’s heavy nuts heave up and down through his cupped hands. 

“Emily, do you think I could go home, please? I don’t feel well.” John moaned, limping besides her. 

“No way. You're staying the night with me, remember?” Emily smiled. 

The raven-haired teen swung the door wide, revealing the expanse of her white tile bathroom. It was larger than John’s room. Bundles of white fluffy towels filled the room. To the far side was Emily's shower, the one John had seen in the photo. The glass was still steamed, evidence of Emily's recent shower. The pure white tiles had a glorious sheen to them, as did the marble countertops. 

“Here John, sit here for now.” Emily commanded, plopping him in a hot tub sized tub.  

John’s legs draped over the sloping side, his back on the base of the tub. 

“I promise, you’re going to have a good time.” Emily giggled, stripping. 

John watched in silent awe, as Emily, his childhood friend removed her cum covered lingerie. John’s monster cock sprung to life, forgetting all the torment it had been put through at the hands of Emily. 

“Like what you see John?” Emily snickered, rubbing her hand beneath her left breast. 

John nodded his head slowly. Emily stood above the tub, her naked breasts obscuring portions of her face. Her smooth and toned stomach sloped inwards from her breasts, before jutting out to accommodate her wide hips. 

“Some of your cum managed to seep through my clothes, see?” Emily said; she bent at her hip, showing off her hanging breasts.  

“Sorry.” John squeaked; he wasn’t sure if he should have apologized. 

“Oh, don’t worry John. We’ll wash it off together, right?” Emily smiled, stretching her arm out to John. 

The pure pain emanating from his testicles had all but disappeared in that moment. John stretched his hand out, clasping Emily.  

She led him into the shower; the warm steam caressed their naked bodies.  

“See, you're all better!” Emily giggled; she flicked the tip of John’s penis, watching him squirm. 

She went further than that, using John’s current lack of awareness to strike his testicles. She lightly tapped them with her fingers. John nearly folded in half; the pain was too great to withstand. His engorged bits were too much of a target for Emily, she couldn't resist.  

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” Emily said, turning on the showerhead. 

The water was already warm. Spraying at low velocity, it caressed their skin. When the warm water made its way over John’s genitals, he shuddered, extracting pleasure from the contact. The wide showerhead covered the ceiling above the shower, virtually ensuring no matter where they walked, they would be pelted by fresh mineral water. 

“Can I touch them?” John mumbled.  

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Emily. Not if he wanted to. Emily had her arms wrapped around John’s neck, her mounds obscuring most of his hazy vision. 

“Nope.” Emily shook. 

The raven teen gripped the base of John’s cock, watching his expression shift to pleasure and a false sense of security. John moaned into Emily’s ear. 

“Stay right here for a moment.” Emily whispered. 

Without hesitating, Emily thrusted her knee into John’s swollen nut sack. She pulled simultaneously on his erection, making sure he couldn’t slip away. John’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, pain emerging as his only graspable feeling. Well, it was in his mind. In his hands, he found Emily’s breasts. His spread hands were buried in her flesh, using it as support. They were exactly what he thought they would feel like, but were much more. 

Emily shot another knee into John’s exposed sack, downing him for good. John coughed and sputtered. The constant dribble of warm water pelted his back. 

“What did I tell you John? No touching.” Emily giggled; she knew full well it was her careening knee that compromised John’s discourse. 

Emily wiggled her white toes, feeling the water snake between them. Seeing John writhe in pain in her shower was better than she could have imagined. She extended her foot out, placing it on John’s scruffy hair. John groaned, but didn’t dislike the feeling of Emily stepping on him. He would never admit it aloud. If he did, Emily would undoubtedly extend her liberty to his raw testicles. 

“Let’s get you clean now.” Emily said; she walked to the far end of the shower, gripping a bottle of shampoo and bodywash. “Come sit here.” She beckoned. 

John looked up. Emily was already sitting along a wide ridge, her plump ass compressing under her torso. Legs crossed, John could see her toned and defined thigh pressing against her knee. What he would give to slide his cock between all her creases. He crawled over to her, making sure his genitals were well protected the entire way. She flipped her wet obsidian hair behind her back. Water dripped from her magnificent breasts; cascades of warm waters trickled down her creamy chest. 

John pressed his back against the shower wall; he slumped his shoulders. Still cupping his balls, he tentatively looked to Emily, unsure what his fate would be in her hands. Emily tipped the body wash over her cupped hand. The glistening, viscous white liquid trickled out of the tip and into Emily’s hand. She squeezed the bottle until her hand was drenched, slippery globs dripping from her palm onto her thick thighs.  

Emily slapped her palm in between her breasts, using the entire substance for herself. Slowly, she spread it along and under her chest. The suddy material wrapped itself around her, obscuring her most precious body parts. John’s mouth was agape, watching his childhood friend lather herself before him.  

“Like what you see?” Emily smiled, running her slippery hands down her legs.  

Bending at the waist, her breasts pressed against her knees, squishing out further than her rib cage. Unconsciously, John stretched his finger out. It connected with the mount of flesh, pressing it inwards.  

“John!” Emily gasped, sitting back up again. 

John pulled his hand away; the boy looked at his finger. It was still tingling with the sensation of Emily. The feeling dissipated quickly, Emily reminding him of his vulnerability with her fist. Lodged in his sore balls, she twisted it, rubbing her knuckles in his manhood. John yelped out. He tried covering himself, but was stopped by Emily.  

The teen tackled him to the hard tile floor, knocking the wind out of him. John’s vision was enveloped by darkness, Emily dropping her shaved crotch on his face, slowly suffocating him.  

“Lick twice if you can hear me John.” Emily commanded; she jammed her knees into John’s arms, pinning them. 

Somehow, she had gained absolute control over him. John was still in absolute awe. While he couldn’t breathe, he found the situation pleasant. 

“Lick if you can hear.” Emily gritted. 

She wrapped her slippery fingers around John’s bruised testicles, reminding him who was in control. His lower body twisted and spasmed. He cried into her pussy, feeling her fingers dig into his smooth testicles with destructive accuracy. 

“I take it you can hear.” Emily said; slowly, she decreased her pressure on John’s watery orbs.  

Emily lifted her lower body from John’s face, giving him precious air. Water dropped from the ceiling wrapped around Emily’s smooth backside, dripping into John’s eyes and mouth. 

Even with water dripping into his eyes, John was given one of the best views of his life. Emily’s soft skin hovered inches above his face. Her sloping, indent-less ass hung over his face. Her wet pussy and underside were sculpted like a Greek statue. Unsullied by the eroding water, it appeared to grow plumper and plumper with the dripping liquid. 

“You know John. I was going to give you a choice. But you already decided when you touched my chest. I was going to offer to clean you, to pleasure you. And while I’m still going to clean you, it’s going to be a little less pleasant.” 

Emily pressed herself into John, rubbing her lathered tits into his body. She gripped his swollen balls, squeezing his nuts into the top of his sack. John squirmed, knowing what cruel pain was to come. Emily raised her hand high, bringing her open palm down with the force to bruise. She struck his testicles mercilessly, alternating from palm strikes to backhands. No inch of John’s testicles were spared from her might. Her slaps echoed through the bathroom, ricocheting off the walls, piercing through John’s manic screams.  

John’s arms strained against Emily’s legs. Even though her entire body was lathered in slippery suds, he was unable to muster the strength to escape. Emily’s posterior siphoning off his air didn’t enhance his strength either. She wiggled her lower body, fitting the ridge of John’s nose between her slit; she was slowly suffocating him. She moaned out, feeling intense physical and emotional pleasure all at once. 

She lifted her ass up, giving John a precious breath of air. John coughed into her quivering pussy; the boy was on the brink of unconsciousness. Even with his air passage unblocked, he could feel himself slipping away. Emily’s cruel arms were still inflicting the worst pain known to man. She cupped her hands together, pressing John’s tortured testicles into each other. 

Every once in a while, one of John’s slippery testicles would pop out of her grip; it was pure unadulterated pain. His fragile testicles squeezing out of her grip was somehow worse than her direct squeezing. As if she recognized it, she repeated the process over and over again, giving his testicles enough room to escape her grasp. She giggled, watching his tender nuts pop from her clasped hands. 

“Emily!” John squeaked, coughing out water and other intimate fluids.  

Already drowning in pain, the pooling water dripping into his nose and mouth was beginning to flood his lungs, clot his vision 

“I hope you took a breath.” Emily giggled, planting her pussy into John. 

John cried out again, feeling helpless. He couldn’t do anything. His flailing feet couldn’t protect his engorged nuts, he couldn’t move his arm, and he couldn’t breathe. He could only try to endure. 

“Oh John! Your balls are so clean now!” Emily giggled, slapping away white suds from his brutalized testicles. “But I want them squeaky clean.” 

Through the rushing water, and her fleshy underside, Emily heard John cry out, specifically, a hearty “no”. She brought her fist down regardless, crushing John’s balls against his tightly shut legs. He cried out again. He had been deprived of all pleasure. All Emily was focusing on was bringing his nuts the worst pain possible. He was surprised they weren't ruptured yet. Though admittedly, he couldn’t tell anymore. 

Emily lifted her ass up again, giving John a rare instance of air. She rested her elbows on John’s washboard abs. Her slippery hands cradled her smooth face. Emily had her eyes trained on John’s twitching cock and swelling nuts. They were visibly larger than before. And as much as she wanted to measure them, she wasn’t finished with her fun. 

“This was a good start. But I want to get a deep clean. Something that will really get all the semen out.” Emily said; she licked her lips and reached for John’s limp dick. 

“Emily, please. Give me a break. I promise I won’t touch you again. I couldn’t help myself before. I realize my mista--” 

John yelped, feeling Emily's fingers invade his musty glans under his squishy foreskin. She infiltrated further, rubbing her fingers in a swirling motion.  

“Shut up John. You can prove your loyalty and all that by enduring this.” Emily said. 

She rubbed her tits along his abs, bringing her mouth closer to his stiffening cock. Simultaneously, she plopped her ass down on John’s face. Feeling the crests and troughs in his breath, she picked the time he was exhaling. John shook his head back and forth, begging for his precious air. Emily giggled, watching John’s cock rise and shrink. 

“It must be a burden, having a cock this size. Getting light headed all the time. Especially now, when you need your air the most, your cock is taking all of that precious blood your brain needs.” 

Emily blew on his peeling foreskin. Instantly, his glans popped out, the miniscule force enough to send his engorged tip out of its foreskin confines. Emily stared at her prey, momentarily forgetting that she was suffocating John under her plump pussy. His cries and hopeless struggles had already become part of her being.  

“Don’t be so uptight John!” Emily giggled; she flicked the tip of John’s dick with her finger. “It’s only been 30 seconds, right?” She asked. 

Emily had no idea how long it had been. She lifted herself off John’s face, giving him room to breathe. He gasped, taking in copious amounts of water. 

“Hope you had enough time to breathe this time.” Emily giggled, going down on him again. 

Far from finished from her torment, she gripped the base of John’s cock. With her other hand, she extracted more soapy suds from in between her tits. She slapped John’s red tip, lathering it with lube-like liquid.  

“I wonder, can you even feel pleasure anymore? Your dick isn’t as responsive as it used to, I wonder if I broke it.” Emily giggled, successfully instilling fear into John. “I know just the remedy.” She smiled. 

John’s eyes widened, feeling Emily violate him further. She stuck her finger in his ass. She wiggled it around, feeling his squishy walls contort around her personal invasion.  

“What? Did you think I was going to suck your dick? It’s covered in soap!” Emily giggled, thrusting her finger deeper into John’s pussy.  

John found a reserve of strength from within. Emily’s prodding finger jump started his heart. He screamed, the foreign feeling unpleasant and scary. She pressed upward, clawing at John’s prostate.  

“Stop!” John cried; he had managed to find a pocket of air between Emily’s flaps. 

“Quite John. Or would you rather me ravage your testicles instead of your ass?” Emily edged. 

To illustrate her point, Emily gripped John’s nuts; she roughly tugged them up, higher and higher until John’s hips couldn’t buck any higher. Before he knew it, she was in the full swing of things, rapidly tugging his genitals left to right, testing his aptness and control. She slammed his testicles down, crushing them between her fingers. She sneered, feeling John writhe in pain under her pussy. She couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend her time. She dug her finger deeper into his ass, simultaneously tenderizing his testicles with the other. 

John groaned, overcome with his helplessness and vulnerability. Emily pulled her finger out of John’s ass, before plunging it back in. The bodywash was the perfect lube; as Emily pulled and pressed her fingers in and out of John’s ass, it made audible sounds. It was faint and dull, barely audible over the rushing water of the shower, as well as John’s cries for mercy. 

“It’s a little funny, isn’t it John. I’m inside you before you’re inside me. Maybe it should be this way. Your cock has been bouncing the entire time, even though I haven’t touched it.” 

She wasn’t wrong. The entire time she had been beating John’s balls and fingering his ass, he had remained hard. She pressed her invading finger upward, watching John’s cock bounce and twitch without direct contact. She swore, it was getting even larger, surpassing the first time she had measured his member.  

“When did you get here John? 20 minutes ago? Honestly, I’m surprised your nuts have survived my relentless torture.” Emily giggled; she rubbed her pussy into John’s face. “While I’m still having a lot of fun, I don’t want to overdo things.” 

John, if he could have, would have let out a sigh of relief. Seeing as Emily’s ass and pussy were still straddling his face, he had to conserve what little air he had. 

“How about this John...” Emily started; the ballbuster jammed her finger deeper into his hole, making sure she hit his most sensitive gland. John bucked his hips in response, a foreign feeling infiltrating the base of his cock. “I’ll stop fucking with you when you actually cum.” 

Emily brought the base of her fist down on John’s flabby sack, sending arcs of pain up his spine. He attempted to suck his nuts between his closed legs. Emily wouldn’t allow it. She snatched one of John’s squishy nuts between two of her fingers. She pressed at either side, making sure they wouldn’t slip out. John nearly passed out, the acute nut pain and lack of breath taking its toll. Sensing his demise, Emily lifted herself off of John’s face. 

“Here’s the catch though, I won’t be touching you directly.” Emily said; she gripped John’s one testicles, rubbing it up and down her palm.  

She pulled upward, slipping his other testicle out of his legs. She slipped her other hand out of his ass. She quickly gathered more body wash from between her tits, before slipping her finger back into John.  

“The sooner you can cum, the sooner the pain ends.” Emily said. 

Emily plopped her pussy back onto John’s face without warning, drowning him. She pressed against his prostate, while twisting his single nut in a circular motion. She stretched his nut cord to the limit. Before long. John was crying again. 

“Crying isn't going to make you cum any quicker, I suggest you extract pleasure from this pain. It will help.” Emily edged, digging her fingers into John’s sore testicle. “I’m speaking from experience you know. Care to hear a story?” Emily added, nonchalantly. 

John couldn’t comprehend her words, only pain. He bucked his hips wildly, trying to mash his penis head into the falling water droplets. His attempts were futile. The more he bucked his hips, the harder Emily squeezed his precious nuts.  

“It was a few years ago. I was traveling abroad with my family. I was walking by myself, in the middle of the day, when this man had the audacity to grab me.” 

Emily restructured her grip again, trapping both of John’s nuts between her fingers. She squeezed harder and harder, until John’s cock began to shrink again. 

“Well, he may not have been trying to grab me. Either way, I kicked him in the nuts so hard he left the ground. It was a real rush, feeling his nuts warble around my feet. Seeing that there wasn’t anyone around us, I decided to take advantage of him.” 

Emily rubbed her finger along John's prostate, arousing his cock back to its magnificent size. John moaned against Emily's pussy. 

“He was really sweet, washing me with compliments while I crushed his nuts under my foot. Well, to the point, I guess. When I took them out and squeezed, he actually ejaculated over my hand. It must have been really intense. I was a bit of a loose cannon back then, I had much less control than what I have now.” 

To demonstrate, Emily let go of John's testicles, letting them rest between his legs. She brought her hand down, slapping them with deadly precision. No matter which way they would flail, her hand always managed to strike them with equal nut busting pain. 

“Point is John, some men can come when getting their testicles tortured. Well, with that man, I may have actually crushed his nuts permanently. I hope you’ll come before that happens.” Emily jammed a second finger into John’s pussy, adding more stimuli. “This pleasure should push you over the edge.” 

John couldn’t feel anything but pain. Not the water striking his skin, not the hard tiles, not Emily’s soft underside siphoning his air. She was squeezing his nuts again. It was as if she was trying to milk the cum out of him. She tugged his sack, massaging his nut cords between her fingers while stretching his asshole with two more.  

John came. Emily squeaked; her prisoners cum spurted from his slit, splashing against her chin and all over her chest. John bucked his hips wildly, his dribbling cum pooling on his chest. Emily squeezed his nuts tighter, as if it was the source of his cum, not his pain. Surprisingly, the more she squeezed, the more semen spouted from John’s limp cock. Her fingers rubbed into his ass, excreting more inscrutable pleasure.  

He passed out, the pain, excitement, and lack of air all contributing to his darkness. Emily removed herself, but kept her eyes trained on John’s leaking cock. His pooling cum ran down his sides and into the drain. Even though his cock was shriveling, he was still leaking like a broken faucet. His balls protruded out from his thighs. Red and swollen, they were breathing independent of John’s ragged heaving. Emily almost wanted to touch them, they were so tempting.  

Holding back, she rubbed herself clean of semen. John slowly curled at her feet, gaining his consciousness. Emily hummed, washing her breasts and stomach squeaky clean. She shut the water off and walked out, leaving John crying on the wet tile. 

“We’d better stop for tonight; it’s getting a little late. We wouldn’t want to be late to school tomorrow.” Emily winked, wrapping a fluffy towel around her waist.  

She left the bathroom. John rolled over to his side. He looked at his twitching cock. It was still shooting clear liquid out, stickying the white surface. He rubbed his ass; it still felt violated, in pain. Emily returned with her journal, phone, and pen. 

“Open up!” Emily grinned, standing over John. 

“Please let me rest.” John sputtered; he looked up at Emily. 

She had a second towel wrapped around her large breasts. Admittedly, it didn’t do a great job concealing anything. From a proper angle, John could see her smushed mounds escaping the tight towel. 

“I don’t give a fuck if you sleep in the shower all night. I’m going to get your measurement one way or another. I’ll leave it up to you. Surrender your testicles to me, or feel a sliver of my strength.” 

Emily knelt down, waiting on John to open up. John knew no amount of verbal or physical pleading would save him from that glare of hers. Her intentions were true as ever. 

John turned onto his back, and spread his legs revealing his beaten sack to his tormentor. 

“Thank you, John. You're finally coming along.” Emily giggled. 

Without hesitating, she gripped the base of John’s sack, sending jolts of gut-wrenching pain throughout his body. She slid the blue ribbon along his wet scrotum, making sure it was snuggly fit. 

“Oh my. 10-inch testicular circumference. You’re making progress in more than one way! Let me get a few pictures too.” 

John’s eyes were closed; he couldn’t bear looking at the damage Emily had caused. Emily didn’t view it the same way. 

“John.” She said. 

Emily ripped the ribbon from John’s scrotum. Before John could cover up again, she shot her hand down, ripping what she could of his swollen sack. He cried at the top of his lungs, feeling Emily’s claws ravage his tender nuggets. John’s hands shot down to his genitals. It was all futile. Emily was far too strong.  

Emily inched forward; the teen pressed herself against John, feeling him spasm beyond her towel wrappings. She smiled, watching his eyes bulge from his head.  

“I’m not squeezing hard at all John, are you really that sensitive?” 

John nodded, banging his head against the white tile floor. He yearned for darkness, anything to escape Emily’s torture grip. He screamed again. 

“Really? More screaming? I couldn’t even crush a grape with this grip.” Emily chuckled; right after that, she increased her handhold, to the strength to crush a grape. John’s head nearly burst with blood. 

“Want me to stop? Listen well.” Emily commanded.  

She licked her lips and tugged harder, bringing his sack halfway up her white thigh. She brought her free hand up John’s sternum, twisting his nipple when she found it. Her brazen hazel eyes bore into him. 

“If you haven’t figured it out yet. You belong to me, not just your balls.” Emily yanked his sack up, straining his spermatic cords. “I’ll break you in easily. So, we’ll end tonight with this. I’ll even give you a break tomorrow and the weekend.” 

Emily let go of John’s nuts, letting him curl into a tight ball. He silently wept. Drops of water trickling from his eyes onto the tiles. 

“You didn’t come here with much today in terms of clothes. I’ll lend you some of my dad's clothes for school tomorrow.” 

John groaned in response; Emily retrieved her phone, journal and pen from the wet floor. 

“Well, I’ll let you rest up. Your clothes will be outside the door.” 

Emily picked herself up and strutted to the door. She quickly glanced to the mirror spanning the long side of the room. She flicked her hair off her shoulders. In the foggy reflection, she could see John’s curled, twitching body; he looked cute. 

“Also, John, I’ve noticed Aria Hale has been talking to you more lately. Do me a favor and never talk to her, for your sake.” 

Emily left the room; John remained still, trying to cope with the pain and permanent loss of pride he may have had.