Friends

By: Fantasy Man

Billy had met Stacey several times. His mother worked with her at the fertility clinic had her over for dinner frequently. Stacey was total knockout. About 5.5 feet tall, her dark, straight hair came about half way down her back. For dinner yesterday, she was wearing a navy blue sport jacket, over a tight white shirt. For a young man of 17, Billy was overwhelmed by the sexual image before him: massive breasts thrusting against a lacy bra who's outline was clearly visible when the dark blue blazer shifted as she sat at the table, elegant white stockings, and a short white skirt. Her breasts really were gigantic - they stretched that thin white top to an obscene degree, straining outwards, impossibly far.

His mother had left a message on the machine, saying that she wouldn't be home till around 6:00. She sounded very happy. He sat down and started fantasizing about Stacey again. The doorbell jolted him back to reality. "Coming!" he called, answering the door. Oh my GOD! It was Stacey! He smiled nervously, not knowing what to say. Smiling, Stacey asked: "Hello Billy, how was your day?" She had obviously had a good one. Her smile was radiant, displaying her excitement. "Pretty normal." he replied, trying hard not to look at her jutting bust - she looked professional, wearing pretty much the same thing she had worn yesterday, but her hair was up and she had on a pair of designer glasses with black frames. "How was yours?" he asked as she walked smoothly through the door. "Quite interesting. I tried a new technique on a patient..." He could only imagine. "What did you do?"

Smiling, she reached into her white purse and pulled out a rubber ring with a pump attached to a black tube - swinging from one end of the rubber ring was a shiny silver bullet with buttoned leather straps attached to each end. "I used this on him..." He snuck a glimpse of her giant breasts, separating her blue blazer provocatively. "What's that?" he asked, trying to get his mind off her massive breasts.

She looked at him with a pleasant smile. "It's used to stretch and drain men's testicles." What? Had he heard right? "It's especially important for men with large testicles..." He must have looked surprised. "It's called a Testicle Boss." She giggled and gave him an innocent look. Holding up a finger she said: "It fits around the top of a scrotum like this" she slipped one of her smooth fingers through the hole and began inflating the donut with the pump "and when I pump, it pushes testicles to the bottom of their sack."

He was numb with shock, not believing what Stacey was saying. With a smile, she indicated the shiny bullet hanging from one end of the rubber ring. "And this" she continued in a professional manner, "is Little Missy". She watched his embarrassed expression expectantly. "After I've pumped the patient's testicles nice and tight, I pull Little Missy up between his balls and button her into place." She indicated the buttonhole at the other end of the inflated doughnut. She noticed him shift his legs uncomfortably... "It's important to get Little Missy tight enough that the patient's testicles are properly separated and pushed out to the sides..."

Trying not to show how uncomfortable he was, he asked: "What does Little Missy do?" Sweetly gliding her fingers down a little wire trailing out the end, she continued. "Little Missy is a vibrator. A lot of research has been done on the male ejaculatory process at a Swedish Fertility Clinic, clearly demonstrating that for a full ejaculation, testicles need consistent vibration during orgasm." His started getting an erection as he listened to the humiliation procedure while trying desperately not to stare too blatantly at her thrusting breasts. She easily noticed his level of "discomfort" and said: "Being embarrassed or shy about this is perfectly natural Billy. All my patients get embarrassed when I explain the treatment, especially when I tell them that they'll be ejaculating into a measuring cup shortly."

With stunned disbelief, he asked: "What is this treatment for?" Stacey giggled. "Large testicles are at higher risk of developing testicular cancer unless their testicles are thoroughly, and regularly drained." She put down the contraption and pulled a delicate measuring device from her purse. It looked like a pair of pliers, only these had measurement marks on the inside and soft pink leather pads on the end of each arm. She continued; "To determine the frequency of a patient's ejaculation schedule, his testicles need to be measured before and after ejaculation with this." She wasn't surprised to see him blushing. "An exact measurement is required, so the patient's testicles are measured after they've been fitted into the Testicle Boss with Little Missy." Stacey demonstrated, making a fist with one of her small delicate hands and placing the pliers around on each end of her fist. She squeezed delicately, showing Billy a measurement of 4.5 inches. "You should have seen the man I worked on today - 6.5 inches, like a bull!" she laughed. Billy flushed hotly, knowing that his balls were at least that big.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop his growing boner. He'd always been embarrassed about having a big pair of balls and now he was getting an uneasy feeling in his gut. "I told him not to be shy because I've done it many times and enjoy watching men ejaculate." With satisfaction, she noticed a large lump growing between his legs. "He did breath deeply when I turned Little Missy on low though..."

"Billy, your mother and I had a talk today." He froze. With a disarming smile, she put down the Testicle Boss and adjusted her coat. "We were talking about how important it was for men to have their testicles examined at an early age when she mentioned that you've never had a full physical." He could not believe what he was hearing. She sat in a chair right next to him, giving him a bird's eye view of her thrusting breasts.

"Your mother asked me to give you a go with the Testicle Boss to determine your draining schedule at the clinic." Fantasizing was one thing, but the prospect of revealing his gigantic nuts to Stacy for a humiliating procedure made him freeze. "What do you mean...?" he stammered, knowing damn well what she meant. "I'm gonna measure your testicles before and after you ejaculate into my cup..." she smiled sweetly, reaching for his belt.

He watched, in a frozen state of arousal as she finished with his belt and started pulling down his zipper. His giant package strained against the seams of his tight underwear. "Hmmm, this looks a little tight..." she said smoothly, looking at the giant lump pushing against his exposed underwear.

With a professional smile, she hooked her thumbs into either side of his briefs. She pulled down slowly, causing his 13 inch penis to spring up. Stacey gasped in shock at its sheer size. "I'm so sorry..." he stammered, unable to control his monstrous penis with such an attractive woman pulling down his underwear. "My goodness Billy!" she said excitedly. She wrapped her hand around his shaft as far as it would go, just under the head. "Large penises usually come with big balls." She squeezed his penis gently as she pulled his underwear down the rest of the way. She smiled warmly when his tennis-ball sized nuts came into view. They hung at least 4 inches away from the bottom of his groin, heavy with a week of pent-up sperm.

"Woa - what a load!" she gasped, reaching out for them with her smooth, delicate hand. She made a nose with her thumb and forefinger at the top of his sack and gently pulled his nuts to the floor. "Try and hold still for the Testicle Boss..."

Releasing his now fully erect penis, she picked up the device and put her fingers into the middle of the rubber donut, stretching it wide open. He could not help but stare at her gigantic breasts - they thrust out impossibly far, demanding attention. Yes, she was wearing a black bra - the feminine lace pattern was clearly visible at the top of her blouse. "Just relax..." she pulling his noosed package towards the stretched donut "Your balls are so big I'll have to slip them in one by one."

He grunted, feeling her compress his left nut as she tilted his noosed nuts towards the waiting rubber. "And in he goes..." she said sweetly, slipping the donut over his first giant testicle. "Mmmmmff..." he sputtered - it was quite tight. She was already holding his other ball. "Almost ready - one more to go..." Pushing firmly, she eased his other "tennis ball" through the already stretched testicle pump. "There - lets pump you nice and tight..." she cooed, softly patting his bloated package. It was huge! His nuts looked like two ripe apples - fruit ready for the picking. "Your balls are even bigger than my last set..." she said in disbelief as she reached for the pump. "You'll probably have to visit the clinic for a draining twice a day!" she giggled.

Using one hand to steady his already tight sack, she gave the rubber one squeeze. "Mmmmmfffff..." he groaned. The donut had inflated a little, pushing his nuts downwards. "That's one..." she said, fingering the pump. "Any pain or discomfort?" She asked sweetly. His balls were tight but not in any pain, yet... His penis was rock hard now, all 13 inches, sticking straight up and quivering with the beat of his heart. It was tantalizingly close to her busty breasts. "No," he stammered, watching her cup his tight nuts with her palms - god - they felt so warm and soft!

"I think you can take one more - Little Missy needs them at little tighter..." she said quietly. He watched her girlish little hand squeeze the pump and grunted with the additional pressure. "There's a good boy..." she smiled, patting the underside of his enormous bulge pertly, "I think Little Missy will like your cleavage." Blushing, he felt her fingertip smoothly tracing up the tight cleft where his balls were bunched together.

Feeling utterly exposed, he watched Stacey pull the leather strap forward, putting even more pressure on his balls as Little Missy pressed up between his already straining nuts. "Oh goodness!" she sputtered, pulling the strap tightly towards the button attachment. "Sooo tight!" she swooned, feeling him flinch when she forced the button into place. The bullet left his balls pressed outwards, looking rather silly, creating a deep ache in his lower gut. He groaned in pain and embarrassment, feeling like a prize animal on display as Stacy inspected him visually through her designer glasses.

His instinct to pull away became impossible as she placed each of his bulging, now obscenely separated "apples" into her manicured hands and squeezed ever-so-slightly. "Ooohhhhhh!!!..." he gasped in pain, eliciting a girlish giggle from Stacey. "Your balls are very firm Billy..." she continued her experimental squeezing. "Lets get your measurement before I turn Little Missy on..."

He closed his eyes in relief as she released his nuts and opened

the delicate pair of pliers. She opened them as far as they would go, spreading the soft pink leather pads to 9 inches, the maximum, and lifted them up to his straining double-package. "Oh my goodness!" she gasped, clearly showing that his bulging testicles were too big for the pliers. He groaned, still not used to the deep ache caused by the strangling Testicle Boss, and definitely not ready for what Stacey was about to tell him.

"Billy, I haven't told you everything your mother and I discussed..." Her hands were on his side-thrusting nuts again, giving him a warm feeling of dread. "She said you had very large testicles and asked me decide if they should be removed." His eyes bulged. Her words left him numb with shock, and terror! She was holding his balls possessively, almost like handles on a mechanical bull and continued to explain. "They fit into the Testicle Boss, but don't look too comfortable with Little Missy." She made her point by giving them a subtle squeeze. He groaned with the deep aching pain that resulted, getting an understanding smile from Stacey. "And they're way too firm..." she stated clinically.

"Your mother also told me she's never caught you masturbating so she wanted me to check your sperm buildup." she released his balls, leaving them thrusting out to either side beneath his monster cock, and stood up. Regardless of Billy's mounting uneasiness his attention was dominated by her thrusting breasts. "Little Missy is gonna help you give a nice full load but don't enjoy it too much. If you spit too much into my cup, I will have to remove your balls..." He watched her walk to the counter, coming back holding a little pink container. Her hips swayed sensually in that short tight skirt, each sway marked by the measured click of her heels on the tiled floor.

"Try not to be embarrassed Billy, my last patient also had to spurt his load." He had little time to be embarrassed though... she was smiling, reaching for the pump again. "I gave him a pump when his penis started spitting - it must have been a little painful but it sure made him spit out a lot of sperm." She lifted his separated nuts one-by-one, watching them quiver slightly when she let them go. "These feel very full..." she said knowingly.

Holding up the light pink container, she turned it so he could see a little picture of a busty cartoon nurse standing with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short skirt and a deep cut white vest. The caption read: "Sperm Sample Nurse". Softly wrapping her hand around his penis just beneath its head, she pulled it down a little. "You gonna spurt out a lot for me Billy?" she asked quietly and reached for Little Missy's vibration control...

Somebody help me write the ending... Does he spurt too much cum into her cup? Will he "behave" and be a good boy for Stacey and get it all into the cup?

Please send (doublesocks01@hotmail.com) me your ideas/story conclusion.

Fantasy Man