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BB Workshop A bara fantasy for ball crushers
Steve was a familiar ball teaser in the
sports locker/shower room. In the locker room he would insert his hands
inside the shorts and squeeze the balls. Occasionally it became messy when
the cocks spurted. Naked sportsmen in the showers were an attraction because
the balls could be fully seen. Sometimes fellow sportsmen would heckle him as
he squeezed. He relished public scenes. In due course he discovered the world of
ball busting. The revelation that some men shared his enthusiasm for ball
squeezing changed his perspective. He answered an advertisement. “BB workshop . Big balls
welcome. Contact x.” Steve’s balls were big so he
qualified. After a month’s delay Malcolm, a
representative of the workshop organisers, telephoned
him. “It’s great that you
answered the workshop advertisement. We hold a number of different BB
workshops. This one may not be for you. Tell us about your interest.” “I enjoy squeezing balls
especially bull-sized balls. I practice on my fellow team mates but would
like to extend my range of balls.” “It sounds like this
workshop will suit you. I will put you on the waiting list and telephone you
again.” The second telephone call was a
fortnight later. “The BB workshop has
changed because of demand. The new emphasis is on ball crushing. It’s true
that ball crushing follows on from squeezing but you may not be ready.” “Why am I not ready?” “Consider it. I will ring
you a third time.” The third call started on an aggressive
note. “I’m ready to crush your
balls. Who are you?” “My name if Malcolm, a
workshop guard. From time to time I will observe your participation. Places
are limited so Ken and Roy, the workshop organisers,
expect participants to fully crush balls.” “Give me the
details—date, time, venue, clothes. No. I expect all men will be naked with
their cocks and balls fully exposed.” Ken. the workshop leader, knew all about
Steve’s
enjoyment of squeezing. A workshop task would transform his ball squeezing to
crushing. “Welcome. I can see by
the length of your cocks that you are already excited. Today’s workshop will
take you from extremes of pain to pleasure. It’s time to inspect the balls.
Form up in two lines facing one another.” The workshop men, two guards, Ken, and
assistant Ron lined up. Already impressive large cocks obscured the view of
many balls. True love? Angus and Tim announced that they were bosom buddies
and wished to crush each other’s balls. “Congratulations. Give
them a clap. Then get ready for the opening event.” Ron took Steve aside. “Follow my coaching now.
You need to slow down your squeezing and slowly adjust the pressure up.
Henry’s balls are middle range so their crushing will be straight forward.
It’s up to Henry to indicate to you when he has had enough pain and wants you
to complete the crush.” Henry attended a memorable boxing match.
The boxers crushed the balls of four men hanging upside down in each corner.
His cock immediately erected as he watched the pulping -a variety by hand or
heavy boots. He decided that he wanted his own balls crushed. He specified
this to the workshop organisers. Ken took note and
decided Henry could officially be the first for the opening. Ron ordered Henry to lay down on his
back side, arms stretched out ready for spread-eagling. Four men didn’t expect
spread-eagling. Henry’s thick, erect, cock waited for servicing. Ron instructed Murray to pull the
circumcised cock. Murray played with the knob. The cock seemed to enjoy the
play before it spurted high into the air into Murray’s face. The spread-eaglers
pinned Henry in all relevant positions. Henry realised
this was the moment of no return. Steve moved into a comfortable position
before he grasped Henry’s balls with both hands. Henry felt the
pressure start and incrementally proceed. He was thrilled with the pain at
the beginning but whacked in the latest position. Steve said “Are you ready for your
ball crushing?” “Yes. Please.” Steve looked up at the spread-eaglers. “Watch me.” Steve’s cock spurted the
moment both hands crushed Henry’s balls. The spread-eaglers’s
cocks were all aroused. Ron directed Murray to the starting line of the next
workshop item. Murray’s cock looked splendid as it jutted out. Calvin came up
behind him and extended his right hand to grasp Murray’s balls. It was no
surprise that Simon, in turn, came up behind Calvin. Simon asked Ron for a
ball crusher. Ron immediately called Steve who was reluctant to join in. Ron
ensured that Steve was the last man in the line. Ken’s whistle sat on his
hairy chest.The chain went around his neck. “I’m going to blow the
whistle shortly. Calvin and Simon are privileged for a two way ball crushing.
Lucky men. Steve, adjust your grip. Simon’s balls are big.” Simon felt Steve’s hands in the new position.
Simon beckoned to Ken to continue. Malcolm, the guard, watched Steve from a
distance. Steve looked as if he could safeguard himself. He didn’t know that
all the balls of workshop participants would be crushed. Spoiler alert: the
balls of the two guards would be crushed as well. Ken blew the whistle. Murray, Calvin and
Simon shouted in unison “My balls!” Ken and Ron looked on in delight. The next workshop event started as a low
key threesome. Ken selected Joel, James and Gordon. “This is a familiar two
versus one scenario. Two men attack Gordon the third man. Here goes. Ready
men.” Joel and James tackled Gordon. James
pinned him from behind. Joel grasped the balls. He hesitated. Gordon freed
his hands, stretched forward, grasped Joel’s balls and crushed
them. Jimmy switched from the pinning position to face Gordon. Both cocks
erected. They were unable to easily access the balls. Alan, a well-endowed bystander, called “milk the cocks”.Alan’s erect cock was primed to spurt. James and
Gordon dared him to join in. Alan agreed, stepped closer and extended his
hands on their splendid cocks. James lent his hands to Alan’s cock. They
smiled whilst they adjusted their wet grip. The balls were slippery with cum. “We chose to come to the
workshop for this moment of bliss. Ready? Crush!” Ron was the star of the next workshop
event. He fucked Lloyd in a standing up position from behind. Lloyd enjoyed
cocks thrusting up his arse; however, he was uncomfortable when Roy toyed
with his cock and balls. Ron beckoned to Danny to crush Lloyd’s balls.
Danny was thrilled out of his mind. Ken slotted in Angus and Tim for their
mutual ball busting. He tasked Clive to position their hands firmly around
the balls as well as announcing the countdown. “On the count of three…one!…two!…three!” Angus and Tim were satisfied. Clive’s response
was to masturbate. Tim pinned him from behind whilst Angus stroked his spent
cock and balls. “You looked envious as we
crushed each other’s balls. How can we rectify this?” Tim stretched his right hand around
Clive’s
chest, settled on and squeezed the balls. “Feeling good?” Tim wasted no time in foreplay. He
promptly crushed Clive’s balls. The next workshop event harked back to
the golden days of the Wild West. Cowboys used coarse rope to tie around
their balls. The main noose manufacturer developed a new product to extend
its service to the male community. It was nooses for balls made of dark brown
leather straps. The straps were wrapped around the balls then tightened. In the
same way that a full length noose tightens around the neck the straps locked
the balls into place. Ingenious! The balls were then exposed for manly treatment.
Some men chose ball crushing; others preferred using classic blades for ball
cutting. Thrilling options. Ken agreed to test the nooses for balls
as part of the workshop. He delegated Ron to fit them on Bruce, Danny,
Neville, Raymond and definitely himself. The product was inspired. They loved the
idea of a specialist noose for balls. Tightening the leather straps was
satisfying. Their balls were now ready for real crushing. Bruce’s balls
looked magnificent with the twine locking them into shape. Danny’s balls were
made for cutting but crushing will have to do. Neville’s balls were a
respectable size. Hands would have no trouble in gripping them. Raymond had
the bull-sized balls. Ron was unimpressed that Ken had ordered him to join
in. The bastard! Ron expected to lose his balls sooner or later. The leather straps were an inexpensive
substitute for the classic coarse rope but more practical. The five men
congregated in a tight circle facing one another. They screamed as all hands
crushed balls. Ron screamed the loudest. Bingo! Ken challenged Steve who cried. “I want to keep my
balls.” “Let’s see whether you
can take the pain I am about to give you.” Ken applied pressure on Steve’s balls. In
close proximity Steve grasped Ken’s balls and returned the favour. They lasted about five minutes before they
crushed each other’s balls. A workshop conclusion was sometimes
ambiguous. Some men imagined they would escape unharmed. Other men wanted the
workshop to continue until The Last Man Standing. Justin thought he was a survivor until
he saw the guards homing in on him. A second glance showed they sported huge,
erect, cocks. He reached out and held both cocks. A hand grabbed his cock.
Without a word they pulled until the cocks spurted. He transferred his hands
to their balls. He wasn’t sure whether Malcolm or Ben crushed his
balls. However he was sure that he had crushed their balls. The workshop ended. |
