Fate and Destiknee Part 4

[Erica Noelle Wang]

Drew continued thrusting, as she watched his facial expressions. They were some of the sweetest things she had ever seen, and sex without him would not be complete without it. She lowered her hands slowly, seeing him shift in surprise from her touch as she gently touched his testes with with her fingers. They had always been so sensitive, to the point where if she touched them too much he would get nauseous. Especially his left nut, she thought, as he let out an involuntary gasp when she wrapped her hands around them. She wondered if it was because of the rupture when a girl kicked him when he was a teen. 

They swung freely as he continued thrusting, and were now in her palm. She gently rolled them around, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure, as she lightly squeezed his warm, low hanging hairy nuts. She brushed his cords slightly, and he let out a long gasp. She could tell he could take it no longer. Any moment now, he was going to release his seed into her. Normally, she made it a point to not overstimulate him so that he could last long enough for her to get off. But today was not about that, she thought. He had been attempting to get her pregnant since their honeymoon, to no success.

She continued fondling his testicles, touching his cords ever so gently every few seconds, until he could take it no longer and let out a loud moan, as he pumped thick squirts of semen into her. She felt his nuts rise up to his body with each thrust, as she pushed her hands upwards with them, rubbing them to milk every last drop. 

“Oh! Nina!”, he yelled, as she started rubbing harder as his thrusts slowed down. He stared at her, as if he was pleading, as she grinned, enjoying his expressions. She continued rubbing, as she felt his penis twitch inside her, spraying the last of his load into her fertile body.

He rolled off her, as some of his watery seed flowed from her vagina. As plentiful as it was, she did not even know if it would work. After all, the test results did show that his testicles were so damaged that he was nearly infertile. She watched him close his legs gently, as he pressed her head against his with his eyes closed. She did not mean to push him so hard, but she wanted to ensure that she had milked him down to the last drop. She knew how sensitive he was down there, and he was surely feeling a slight ache from her hard rubbing. 

Which brought her to her next thought; she could not imagine how it must have felt for him to get kicked in the love bag. The image of him lying on the ground clutching his testicles from a girl thrusting her foot or knee into them filled her with sadness. 

“I am very fertile this week”, she whispered to him, her face so close to his that he could smell her breath. “It might really happen this time”, she continued, as he nodded in silence. She slid her hand down again, gently spreading his thighs as she found his testicles. A thin layer of skin separated her from them, as she gently massaged them, to his relief. She watched him squirm as she cupped them a little too quickly; she could feel the extra lump in his left nut, from the surgery. She felt a lump in her throat, imagining him lying on the ground clutching his gonads in excruciating agony, from the times he got kneed. Poor guy, poor balls. She continued massaging them, as he started gasping and moaning uncontrollably. She wished she had knew him back then, so that she could take care of him as he recovered and nursed his testicles back to health. Despite the testicular traumas he suffered, his testicles were still very large and healthy looking, which turned her on a lot. 

Amanda. That bitch, she thought, as she held his most sensitive organs in her palm, the same organs that Amanda kicked. Amanda was his childhood friend, who kneed him in the groin in a friendly fight years ago. She ruptured his left ball, causing it to be unable to produce sperm even after it was repaired. And Rachel. The woman who ran that popular self defence class, who kneed him in the street fight so hard that his right one stopped working as well. He told her before that he would never forget her and the knee she gave him, which had hit him in the right testicle perfectly. It was almost as if she had aimed for it to strike him that accurately. The scans revealed that while his right testicle had not been ruptured, her knee damaged it so badly it could not function anymore.

Those bitches knew what they were doing. They knew how badly it would affect his life, and they still put their knees into his reproductive organs.

His doctor, Melissa had confirmed that the testicular traumas had left him almost sterile, much to Nina’s sorrow. For now, all they could do was continue trying, something he had certainly not been complaining about. But even sex was not always pleasant for him, as his left testicle would ache terribly after ejaculations. He told her it hurt almost as badly as getting kicked sometimes, which was why she was helping him feel better with her testicular massage. She remembered Melissa inviting her to watch the session, as she made Drew lay on the table, with his legs spread. She watched intently, trying to remember everything, as Melissa removed the towel covering his manhood and start massaging his testes, much to his embarrassment. 

A drip of precum trickled from his penis, as she stopped her massage and prepared to go to sleep.

To be continued...

[Mister Palladium]

Welcome back, it's nice to see you writing again.

[Bobby Timms]

beautiful writing

[Jens Hansen]

You are my favorite ballbusting author because your stories revolve around just one devastating kick in the balls. That is so much more realistic than the non-stop ball torture by other ballbusting authors. There is also something insanely arousing about a sexy woman defeating a bigger man with a single, swift kick to the testicle, and how humiliating it must be for him to roll around crying while holding his defeated manhood.

Something I would like more is a tiny bit of non-ballbusting fighting before the female character finds a opening to kick her male opponent. Common self defense moves are throat punches and kicks to the knee. Just two or three glancing strikes that will disorient the male enough to give an opening.