The Dangers of Architecture, Chapter 2: Ian's end.

 

The Dangers of Architecture, Chapter 2: Ian's end. 

This is an unofficial sequel to a story I read years ago, one of my favorites, written by one of my favorite authors, I leave you the link to the original story and to Nicholas' blog: http://burstsbustsandpops.blogspot.com/2010/02/dangers-of-architecture.html?m=1&zx=5ef993a70cc462c3

Ian got up the next morning with a mild headache and severe pain in the groin.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to calm down, suddenly everything became clear, he remembered the visit the day before to Mrs. Teresa's house, the abuses suffered and his losses: a now useless cock and a broken ball.
He gently lifted the one ball left and looked at it, thought back to all the pain of yesterday, and also remembered the excitement he felt during the abuse.
Now at the bottom of his heart two sides fight, the one who wants to save his last nut, and the one who wants to get rid of it, giving it to that blonde Goddess named Teresa.

He paused again to reflect and remembered how he had accepted yesterday's invitation to go to her house to help practice kick boxing. If he had gone he would not have been the man he was before, on the contrary, he would never have been a man again, he would have lost even the last thing that makes him so, that heavy and fat lonely ball between his legs.

He went to take a shower to relax and then sat on the sofa, looked at the phone next to him and considered calling her.
After all, he still had to agree when the appointment would take place.

Without giving it too much weight as if it were a worthless business, Ian called Mrs. Weatherbuilt.
The phone rang for a while until a sweet female voice answered, recognized it immediately, it was her.

"This is the Weatherbuilt house, I'm Teresa, my husband is out on business for the week, if you want to talk to him just tell me, I'll give him the message"

"Teresa ..." Ian said in a shaky voice
"Ahhhhh" exclaimed the blonde milf with a smile on her lips, now genuinely interested.
"I recognize this voice, how are you Mr. McMillan, yesterday's visit must have upset you, do you have any questions or complaints to make?"

"No, not at all"

The grin on her face got even bigger "Good, you know I was waiting for this call, even if part of me doubted you would call back, I'm glad to hear you again, yesterday we had a lot of fun togheter, and for today after lunch we had a meeting right?
You know... I absolutely have to practice kick boxing but I miss the dummy, "she said in a sad voice. 

"Also I postponed the class, I thought it wasn't fair to have girls try on one testicle, two should be the minimum.

So it would be just you and me ..."

"You would be of great help to me with the equipment you have, after all the testicle you have left is as big as my hand, and yesterday I could not make it explode even by putting all my weight on it and bouncing on it, I am sure that he will get away with it, and if he gives up it will take much longer .... what do you say?

"It would be a pleasure Teresa" Ian answered with a trembling voice and what could be called an attempted erection by his battered cock, he looked at it for a second and saw the damage, broken in various places, with depressions and bruises, but with blood that still managed to fill the healthy parts.
"At what time?"

"3 p.m. will be fine, in the meantime you relax, eat, rest and then come here, don't worry I'll take care of everything"

"Okay," he replied
"see you later" and hung up.

In the meantime Ian rested and thought of nothing, he wondered if he was doing the right thing, but immediately he answered yes, yesterday Teresa had told him that men carry such a burden between their legs, and that she only helped them to reach their libido, and he thought she was right, he wanted to experience his last,biggest and greatest orgasm.

Ian woke up half an hour before the meeting, got dressed and  drove the car to her house, only the sight of that place made him happy as never before.
He parked the car in the driveway and rang the bell.

He waited anxiously until the door opened and the most beautiful woman he knew showed up: Teresa.
Today she wore sports clothes, short leggings and a tight top and long socks, all of which did nothing but highlight her imposing figure, her full breasts, long legs and firm ass.

"We are early Mr. Mcmillian, it is not polite to show up at a client's house early, mostly if it is a woman in the house alone"

She wasted no time and taking a step back she threw a side kick on his single nut, feeling her shoe land perfectly in what looked like a hand-sized cushion.
Ian had a semi-erection and remained on his feet not without difficulty, expecting another kick, but it didn't come.

"Be patient Ian, more will come later don't worry, but now relax, let's go inside and have a drink, I have a surprise for you"

Ian followed her, admiring her figure, her massive ass wobbling, and biting his lips in anticipation.
He sat in front of the bar and watched her pull out a beer and three pills.

"These dear Mr. MCmillian, it is my gift to you, very expensive pills it is true but they are your reward for coming today, each of these will triple the production of sperm in the testicles.
By ingesting all of them you will produce a quantity of sperm that you can't even imagine, within twenty minutes they will go into action and your balls, sorry, your ball, will start producing sperm more than it should, swelling out of all proportion and becoming blue and painful, making it fit to burst"

She handed them to Ian, who opened his mouth and swallowed them, not even asking questions.

"Good boy, not everyone would have had the balls to accept, these little pills will unleash hell inside that ball of fat, but that's what we want right? Now unzip your pants and let me take a look at your goods"

He did as ordered and undressed remaining only in his underwear and socks in front of her, his cock swelling within its limits. 

Teresa knelt in front of him to take a close look and pulled off his underpants, her face an inch away from his lonely testicle, observing every little detail, then picked him up with care and noticed the few marks left from yesterday .
Noticing the scar on the side where the brother once sat and the broken cock, half hard.
She weighed his testicle, surprised at how heavy and swollen it was already and gave it a good squeeze, noticing that it was very hard.

"Your ball looks really healthy ... for now, it will be perfect to test my kicks, I expect a nice resistance given its hardness and a great ejaculation, long and copious thanks to the pills.
Follow me out into the garden so I can tie you to my wooden frame with the shape of an inverted "Y" so you can be the good dummy we want, you know built it yourself, DIY is my hobby."

They went into the garden and she tied him to the torture device, Ian did not object, he let himself be tied up and with the peace in his heart he observed the evil Goddess in front of him.
Her perfect body, her smile, her almost innocent demeanor , and then he looked down noticing blue veins in his ball, and the swelling making its way into the fat organ. All of this thanks to the magic pills.

"Now", Teresa said with great joy, "I will try different kicking techniques on your already swollen and mature testicle.
First wearing sneakers during the warm-up, then only socks during rehearsals, and then barefoot during the finals
The skin-to-skin feeling is the best.
Ready? "
"Yes ma'm"

"Perfect"
Then she rests the shoe on HER testicle, with her hands on the hips and her foot on the ball, she felt like an Amazon, enjoying the squishy feel under the sole and the sense of power. Then she pressed her foot on the doomed bollock testing his excellent integrity, until she pulled her leg back and delivered the first devastating kick.

To Teresa and Ian's delight, the toe of the shoe landed perfectly in the fat orb which remained firm to absorb the impact as its owner, the ball expanded out of the sides of the shoe, and then returned obediently to the bottom of the sack, waiting for the next kick.

"Very well Mr McMillan, you took it like a real man, as long as you're still one, now let's try more landings, shall we?" and pulled the toned leg back again for the next attack.

Every front kick was powerful and hit the target with precision, once the left leg, once the right, joined together against a single target, the fat ball that hung inviting and defenseless.

Mrs. Weatherbuilt was very careful to always use maximum strength, landing sometimes with the tip, sometimes with the sole, always in the center of the nut.

The great walnut played the role of a pillow, graciously welcoming her cruel shoe, always returning to its place to offer his tender flesh and hard shell as a gift.
Ian gritted the teeth for the pain of each kick and already feeling week after ten minutes of hard warm-up, luckily he was tied tightly and with no options for movement.
But the healthy half of his cock was rock hard, and Teresa couldn't help but notice it with a smile on her lips and a feeling of warmth between her legs.

Seeing for ten minutes straight the last organ that made him a man deflate under her shoe and then inflate again with more bruises each time, was a delight to her eyes and senses. 
All sweaty the evil Goddess stopped and ended the warm-up phase, she stood still admiring the living dummy.

As she took off her shoes, Teresa not only noticed that the testicle was visibly larger and profoundly red, full of sole marks and with veins continuing to swell.
Teresa also understood that such a rapid and visible swelling was due to the extreme production of semen taking place inside, rather than a few minutes of kicking.
This filled her with joy, she wondered how deformed and big it would be at the end of the session.

She walked over to Ian giving him a kiss on the ball, then pulled out a small tube made of hard plastic.
"This Mr. McMillan will be inserted into your urethra, and in addition to forcing the deformed cock to stand painfully straight, it will also prevent unwanted ejaculations from happening, you see, your ball produces a huge amount of semen every minute, and if it swells too much, it will begin to empty itself so as not to explode, perhaps aided by my kicks, but we cannot allow this, at least not before the Grand Finale.
Now, let's stop this stream of cum coming out of this fat cock and get back to work."

She started to insert the tube into the member, slowly from top to bottom.
At first it struggled to fit due to its excessive width, but with some force it managed to enter the urethra, painfully widening the passage and closing any possible sperm leak.
Eventually Ian's cock almost returned to its original shape, large, swollen, painfully straight but with purple dents and depressions in various places.

"Believe me my dear, you will love the feel of my soft socks on your skin.
Get ready now, time to try some side kicks"

Again in front of the lucky boy, the blonde milf returned to hit the lonely ball, this time wearing only socks for her assault.

Grateful that the new surface that will demolish his nut was much softer Ian watched in hypnotism as her perfect, toned legs rise and fall, each time returning to hit the organ with the ball of her foot or the heel.
Plus her side kicks gave him a chance to peek at her camel toe.

Teresa, for her part, loved to feel in more detail what she was doing to the overly swollen testicle, her soft toes sank into the tender flesh giving to her a more precise sensation, while the heel striked like  a hammer, crushing the ball's contents against the Y shaped device, pulling out from the inside of the ball small wet sounds.

Kick Kick Kick Kick, blow by blow, the testicle continued to stay in its position, attacked from all sides, being pinned by the toes, crushed by heels, stomped by the soles.
It could not do anything but suffer the hits of as beautiful as cruel woman.
The soft wool of the socks could not limit the damage of the incessant attack, nor give some relief to the owner of the ball.

The guiltless organ, unlike its owner, was subjected to every mistreatment in silence, emitting only wet noises, which signal a permanent change in its structure, or dry noises that signaled small ruptures inside.
Changing color, becoming dark red with purple hues and equally purple and swollen were the veins present on the entire surface of the testicle.

Teresa noticed every change, and every worsening did nothing but fuel her desire not to stop.
She knew how much the pills were helping her, demolishing the organ from the inside, without their help it would take hours to open the outer shell.
In fact her legs were tired and every clothes made her sweat too much, it was time for a break.

She took off her clothes, first her leggings and socks, then her panties and top, naked without a bra, proudly placed herself in front of the "dummy".

From head to toe she was a goddess, the female muscles of her thick thighs in sight, a perfectly shaved cunt, her hands resting on the wide hips, the ass round like a peach, her huge breasts defiantly held up, lowering and rising according to the breath, her sweat and smell, everything looked magnificent to Ian's eyes

"Now dear helper, I will evaluate the extent of the damage, and we will enter the final part, the most important one."

She put her face in front of the nut
as she imagined the damage was enormous, resting her ear on it she heard wet noises coming from inside the fruit even though the kicks had stopped.

"Thanks to the external pressure caused by my kicks, and the internal pressure caused by the pills, your fat ball continues to damage without being touched, these noises must be the internal tubes that give way, later I will check the condition of the external shell"

She took it between her hands, by now it was so swollen and heavy that it required two hands to be taken.
All of his innards swelling, the small power plants that produced sperm deform, and the tubes beginning to disconnect, while a pressure rising from the inside widened and weakened the outer shell, pulling the skin to the limit of its capacity.

Delighted by the noises that kept coming frome the insides, she began to move her thumbs all over the sphere, first pressing softly to feel all the irregularities and deformities, as she imagined the testicle was full of them.
Where the toes landed there were small depressions showing that the nails had dug inside. 

While where the heels had worked there were irregular bulges that came from the inside, witnessing in both cases the loosening solidity of the testicle's wall.

"Very good Ian, very good indeed, so kind of you to help me perfect the kicking techniques, I didn't use the punches because yesterday your partial destruction was caused by my legs and feet, 
and I wanted to remain loyal to our traditions.
Your testicle is now huge, as its damage, large enough to rest on both of my hands, and as long as my foot, not to mention the swelling, full like an overripe fruit
But if we stop now it can still be saved, do you want me to untie you?
You could come back here to help me out other times."

Ian looked down at his lonely testicle, full to the edge of the rupture, the ball resting heavy and dented at the bottom of the sack.
The once smooth and proudly manly surface was now covered with soft spots, bruises and protruding veins.
Yet still salvable.
He raised his head weakly and said with a soft smile and a very hard cock: "Before I get untied I would like you to try some other techniques, and feel the skin of my testicle touching the skin of your foot"

Teresa stood triumphant in front of him, with an indescribable smile on her lips, her heart full of joy and the pussy now wet like a lake.
"Okay, I'll continue to train, basically you're right, other practice won't hurt me, plus I'm happy to get rid of that burden you carry and help you reach your libido, just let me check your progress.... again."

She knelt in front of the living dummy, took the fruit in her hand, and this time pressed hard into the flesh.
His testicle was distorted assuming unnatural shapes, producing worrying noises, also her fingers sank deeper into the soft points left by the toes.
The blonde continued to squeeze more than necessary, enjoying the sight of the organ that emerged deformed between her fingers.
She noticed that it wasn't ready to pop yet, but the outer shell and his structure were much softer than the initial hardness.
After removing her fingers, Mrs. Weatherbuilt noticed that where she pressed the new marks returned to their original shape very slowly, a good sign.

"Well now let's finish softening it up for the grand finale, you will see my bare feet taking care of everything, you will distinctly feel every toe, every heel, every blow, and I will feel every crack, every deformity, every new damage inflicted.

Pressing the big toe against the ball, sinking it full length into the tender flesh, she noticed that the dark red color of the testicle matched perfectly with the nail polish.
With the toe still sunk, she pulled her leg back for the next shot.

Kick kick kick, every hit was now devastating
Ian stopped counting when he reached twenty.
The ball was at the limit, Teresa hit with front and side kicks, impaling, squeezing, crushing from all directions.
Her heel and toes were simply sinking into the tender flesh, with less and less resistance, each shot bringing him closer to the end.

The rich milf hit the soft parts with special care, focusing on them, making the tired organ more swollen and even more deformed, the original shape was now a distant memory.
The color was now a dark blue, with purple hues given by the veins and the more or less intact parts.

Teresa was in heaven, the feel of her bare foot against his manhood was the best, feeling every single detail through the sole of her foot and toes was the best.
Splosh, crack, splosh, these were the sounds coming from his groin, now surrendered the organ was failing, slowly getting rid of its contents.
Patiently and diligently taking each shot, always returning in position to wait for the next one.

Her legs now strong and trained did not feel the slightest fatigue, her feet, soft and hard at the same time, had no mercy.
It was a ball of fat and nothing more.
Her sweaty body, her ass bouncing along with her boobs, helped Ian maintain a solid erection, testifying to his admiration for Teresa and appreciation for the treatment.

Teresa paused a couple of times, triumphantly holding her foot on the doomed testicle, simply squeezing it with the tip or grinding it like a cigarette.
Observing with small bounces that the gonad came back into shape really slowly and not completely, she realized that the end was near.

"Well Mr. McMillan, we have come to an end.
Your fruit is now ready to be plucked, your insides quiver with the desire to free itself from the shell that holds them captive, all thanks to the pills, and I will free them, for your good, I will open the wall so that they can wallow in a larger and more comfortable space,
without Borders.
Any requests?".

"Please finish the training, I just want to cum.
Take this burden off me, and set me free".

"Ok then, let's remove the tube from the dick, to let you free to orgasm and spread your semen one last time".

Kneeling in front of Ian, Teresa removed the tube, as slowly as possible, enjoying the sight of the broken penis returning crooked, and observing in fascination the huge amount of precum that came out of the urethra.
Then she stood in front of the architect, giving him a nice view of his body back and forth, the last glimpse he would ever enjoy.
Then sheeturned in position for the overture.

With Teresa's foot resting gently on his waiting ball, Ian enjoyed the last caress he would feel with that organ.
The blonde began to gently move her foot up and down , as if to say goodbye, while enjoying the feel of the deformed flesh under her sole.
The latest pleasant sensation caused by a woman on his dying manhood.

Front Kick, but the testicle held.
An other one, but it held again.
Now a Side kick, still intact.
A RoundHouse kick, and every time the hard heel touched the surface to found it softer and softer.
Thump Thump Thump, kick kick kick, after the sixth landing Teresa felt her giant gonad as soft as a pillow, big enough to fit her entire foot, but still stubbornly intact.

Kick, splosh kick, the stubborn organ was putting up more resistance than she bargained for.

Teresa pulled her leg back once more, to throw it one more time against the rotten fruit.
By now most of her toes were sinking fully into his flesh, grinding the ball mercilessly.

The minutes went by,
and although the nut was now black, misshapen, rotten, full of dents and depressions, the outer shell was miraculously whole.
This pissed off Teresa so much that after looking down at the dying organ with contempt, she threw her leg forward, this time driven by frustration.

The ball of her foot compressed the orbit as always devastatingly.
This time though, the fat testicle gave way. The sturdy shell cracked under her foot, and instead of bouncing as usual it began to deflate where the sole pressed.

"Finally, I thought it was indestructible" said the evil Milf laughing out loud.

Splorch-Pop!

The noise was very loud, and removed all doubts.
A geyser of sperm came out of Ian's cock as the ball widened, taking on a more comfortable guise, and his insides could finally come out of the broken wall.
After all that pressure caused by the pills, finally tubes and the rest of the structure came out of the broken Tunica Albuginea,  widening it to invade the rest of the nut-bag.

Ian's cock continued forcibly and painfully pumping sperm, as the ball released from the foot, twisted and deformed more and more, with the heavy internal structures coming out of the wall, pouring out happily.

Teresa came immediately, wanting to keep kicking but her legs gave out and she masturbated furiously in front of the show.
Overwhelmed by powerful orgasms, it took her some time before she could calm down.

Ian for his part almost fainted, overwhelmed by the orgasm and the pain at the same time.
Both the most intense he had ever felt, he was finally free, he was no longer a man.
And with the sex out of his life now he could concentrate on everything else, thanks to Teresa.

"Mr. McMillan you are finally free, soon your doctor friend will come here to stitch it up, I'll try to free him too, and since there are still whole pieces in your ball, I'll get rid of them carefully, consider it a little extra , in honor of our friendship. "

The testicle was most likely still repairable if emergency surgery was done right away.
Despite the serious breakage and the consequent leakage of the internal parts that had now settled on the bottom of the bag, showing the lumps under the skin.
The top and bottom of the ball had hardly ejected anything, that obviously would have been a waste, but Ms. Weatherbuilt hates waste.
In addition, the swollen veins that could be seen under her skin testified that more sperm could be extracted.

Placing his feet in the pool of semen created under the consensual victim.
Teresa tapped gently on the intact parts, enjoying Ian's grimaces of pain, and then immediately got back to kicking.

Once hitten, the leaking entrails resembled, in both sound and sensation, the bubble wrap when it bursts.
Instead, squeezing the whole parts, widening the break, gave the sensation of a rotten peach.
Blow after blow, Ian's cock kept coming, covering not only the floor with sperm, but also Teresa, who without batting an eye continued to pound.

By now her invading foot had destroyed every intact part of the ball, enormously widening the hole in the testicle wall to facilitate its complete release.
By now the entire testicle had poured out of his shell, leaving it empty, instead filling the scrotum with floating pieces.

After the blows stopped,  Ian's cumming ended as well, passing out, resting on the torture device, while Teresa felt the heavy and lumpy scrotum with her fingers, to find the small pieces left and burst them too.

At that exact moment Alan arrived.

continue ....