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"nut manipulation." I guess he just had a thing about b8y's nuts and that was okay with me and he suggested doing something 'creative' no doubt to give to all his 'kinky' like minded friends. I could even add some of my own content if I wanted to. And I did want to, the thought of actually making a movie gave me a thrill. Because really when it came down to it I was way too shy to even be able to operate successfully in life. A girl as pretty as hee offered herself to me and OMG I just had to find a hole to crawl into. I told a b*y at school about it and he said "you know I just wonder about you sometimes. I needed help to get past 'it'. It was downright unnatural to act this way. I guess nature just threw out a freak every now and then. But girls told me a looked hot.. I was only a freak mentally, so that was a start by knowing where the problem was. I was picked up on the beach by him and I was actually on the look out for a place to live as I had changed cities and hardly knew anyone. I thought it might be good to get 'roughed up a bit' so I could lose what was holding me back. He liked me to shave it all clean and I got where he was coming from and I too felt it wildly sexy to be returned to how I was only a few years earlier. I remember in gym I was well behind the other b*ys when we all stripped off to shower and a tell tale boy whispered to the g*rls about what the b*ys had. Then I noticed the intriguing looks that had developed in the girls questioning eyes and found messages written on the desk I usually sat at. I'd begun to get a problem too that I'd be getting hardons all the time for no reason. I knew I'd probably get one in the showers after gym. Oh fuck! That would embarrass me no end. I dropped the PDHPE subject and focused on my maths which I somehow curiously had a flair for and it was a way to escape the World I'd began to hate. But it just wouldn't let me go and one day at a typing class an interested girl sat right behind me and unabashedly opened her legs so I could see her cute little triangle hiding her cunt. She even moved around so I could see it get stuck in the fold. I turned around and stared typing with my boner stiff and demanding attention but it would be a while before I'd finally get home to fix it. I could balance a golf club on the head and it was nothing, it just stood up like a proud and controlling 'I don't give a shit attitude' and it looked like it was purging itself when it came multiple times. just spewing its guts out and I struggled to remain conscious. Oh fuck, I thought if only I could find the switch I'd turn it off and pretend it never happened. My mom was starting to cook dinner when I came out of my bedroom ,trying to appear calm and bored from another unremarkable day. That girls white panties had taken their place in my mind and there was nothing I could do to get them out. I began began experimenting with ball pain and I would get around doing my normal business with my balls tied. It was a tight little sack of balls and was rather cute I thought. Kinda sissy like and everyone liked treating me /like a sissy. Rumors ran rife in the school and a girl who lived just up the street got told something and it showed in her face. She had the smoothest beautiful thighs and the short school Summer skirts really made the most of her. She maybe shortened the dress herself. Her face was nice too and her shiny jet black hair completed the picture. But there was something about her, something troubling in her face. Obviously she'd heard about my tight package and she knew where to aim her kick to get at that tight little sack of balls. For her reputation was well known on how she'd get the b*ys in line. I'd even been warned to watch out for her. I had to think about what I'd done to her and I delved into thinking about her expressionless face for any clue about what was behind it. Only an unjustified rumor perhaps but I got the feeling that g!rls were somehow programmed on how to deal with 'undeveloped' boys. Boys who would not ever hold their own and could not hold the right to own balls at all. It was that simple ,I would be gelded to make the universe right again. To correct the mistake in nature. I sensed the inevitability of the situation and began to even despise my balls myself. So I started tying them as if to separate them from me. Abusing them too as not something I even should have and when she'd be done with them we'd be on the same page happy now that a problem had been rectified. I remember the stern look on her face when that fateful time came and in the distance in that hallway her jaw tightened and maybe her teeth separated enough to show her tongue doing something. Like the way a hungry person would act sensing a meal. There was no way out as the corridor was full of bustling K&ds getting to their next class. No one else was aware of the perils that awaited me. I couldn't help catching a look at her demanding unblinking cold stare and it was obvious her linage was only a short hop from the Druids. Her beautiful Celtic tongue shaped the words she spoke. Maybe I was enamored with her? But she obviously would find a mans man to breed with, one with a thick black beard and nine inch cock. Which begged the question ,why have I got anything to do with her plans? I'm sure I was just another notch on her belt ,joining the rest of the 'eunuchs' she'd created. I'd had plenty of time to dwell on it too and I remember my stiff hard during a lesson with the spunky<b> teacher </font></b>explaining about life. It turned out to be wasted on me, as I'd already got a sense that mine would be different. I'd come to love the feeling of having something soft wound around my nuts and I'd wear it around then all day. It made them an easy target though and it was outside that a boy nailed them with a tennis ball in a game of tag. Good but nothing close to what was about to happen. Her face tightened even more as she got close and she calculated the measured steps left that would let her right leg have prominence. I hastily looked sideways for escape but none was there and the next thing I remember was the flash of her gorgeous white thigh. It was a good one sending her knee right at the target she held in her thoughts, but seeing by my expression that she was a little off target she went in for a second deeper one planting the greater width of her upper thigh brutally up to my crotch. there was no escape and even my cock was caught up in her pincer crush, and my tied and expectant balls protested in a way like a ringing church bell. It happened so fast and I was left reeling struggling to stay on my feet and as I looked around I caught a glimpse of her walking away and not looking back. I kept it to myself and somehow escaped the class's ridicule, but the another boy took one from her which resulted in a trip for her to the principles office. So I'm just mentioning this as a background for the movie I made, well the movie I shared a hand in. I'd helped with the plot and even taken it a step further, making them wonder about me. I could be more evil than them. In return for letting them use my rectum which didn't interest me much they'd concoct something pleasing to me and make it look like my balls were hanging in mid air by there strings. I got a kick out of that and the plot got thicker by having a predator obsessed with taking b*y's balls off them to add to his collection. I'd be tied up hanging horizontally and the man I met on the beach would after some torment fit the thick spit into my asshole and I'd be jut hanging there with the comforting feeling of the soft cord around my nuts. He didn't realize he was being spied on by the ball fiend though who stayed in the wings waiting for his chance to add more balls to his collection. He was not allowed to go anywhere near his prey but a distraction caused him to get his chance and we see his quick hands using the blade first releasing one ball then the other to hang from their place but then the return of the first guy to find his b*oy still hanging where he left him but with his balls dangling down. So that was a wrap and they liked it. I got my cut of the money and gained even more kinky friends. I got invited to many gatherings and was sometimes introduced to them as the b*oy who lost his nuts. [br[Their faces would brighten and I felt a sense of pride and wanted to make even more films. The next one would happen outside as I got an idea from looking around at nature on a camping trip. It would be a highlight of a film, the kind you'd never see on TV. I'd gain a reputation for the bizarre and traveled a lot and finally met Rose a T with a keen sense of creativity.    Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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I've always had a fondness for that beach where it all started. Not just for the way it surfed. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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