April Fools!
"Hi, honey, I'm home!"

A chill went down Iain's spine and his massively swollen blueballs gave a fearful clench. So automatic were his body's reactions that Iain barely noticed them. He finished drying the dish he was working on and put it in the rack, wiping his hands on his only allowed concession to modesty around the house: a sunflower-yellow frilly apron.

Amy entered the kitchen just as he was turning around, and he couldn't help but smile as his heart warmed at seeing her, even as the tension in his stomach ramped up as well. She was a vision of energetic beauty; her cinnamon hair shown in the afternoon sunlight, her ponytail bouncing with her springy steps, cushioned by an amazingly plush pair of lime-green ankle socks. She beamed at him, but in less than a moment her eyes had fixed onto his semi-hard cock tenting out the apron.

"Ooh, is someone happy to see me?" she teased, his long-denied cock instantly lengthening and hardening just from her attention. Iain loved her abject admiration for his astounding endowment, but nonetheless he still blushed.

"Welcome home, honey," he said, hobbling toward her. He tried not to jostle his poor balls too much, but still winced. Even though Amy hadn't directly attacked his testicles while they healed, she had still made sure they were packed to the brim, tender and blue. She giggled at his discomfort, leaning up to kiss him on the lips as they embraced.

"Does hubby know what day it is?" she asked coyly, her fingers interlaced behind his neck.

"Uh, it's Monday, I think, but- URRRKK," his train of thought was instantly derailed by the playful knee suddenly thrust into his aching testicles. Among other things, this action served to lift his still-hardening cock and scrape the sensitive head against the underside of the apron, causing a thick dollop of precum to push its way through the fabric. This was overshadowed, of course, by the overwhelming pain from having his oversized, overstuffed cumtanks blasted against his pelvis.

Amy bit her lip, enjoying the show. Her only conundrum being whether to watch the show of his bloated genitals – delightful and impressive even through the modesty of the apron – or to watch the confusion and agony wash over his face. Amy never tired of either, and felt herself the luckiest bride in the world.

"It's April 1st, silly! It's been six weeks since Dr. Nussknacker fixed your balls again!" she exclaimed joyfully, finally letting her knee free from his pancaked testicles. Only to rocket it up again with even more force, pulling him down with her arms at the same time, audibly CRUNCHING poor Iain's rapidly swelling balls. Iain coughed and gagged, holding onto his blushing bride for support and trying desperately not to vomit. "Which means we can finally play with them again, annnnnnnnd..." she hinted, grinding her knee against just his left ball, enjoying his whimpers against her collar bone. Her pussy was already starting to soak through her cute, fullback panties. "...it means you FINALLY get to cum!" she finished gleefully, releasing her knee at last and kissing him on the cheek. She moaned softly at the taste of his tears on her plump lips.

"Shhhhhh, baby, I know your poor balls hurt," she soothed in his ear while she slipped the apron loop over his head and untied the strings at the back, tossing it over a nearby kitchen chair. Naked and hard, Iain leaned on Amy for support.

"Amy's gonna make it all better," she cooed, stroking his hair with her left hand as the fingers of her right traced lazy circles over his stomach and upper thigh, careful not to touch the throbbing pillar of cockmeat extending past her hip. At least not yet.

"Do you want to cum for me, sweety? Do those poor balls of yours have a lot of ooey, gooey spunk saved up for me?" she asked rhetorically, her right hand sliding up his thigh to cradle his freshly bruised and badly bloated balls.

"Mmhm," he whimpered, starting to regain some composure but still weak in the knees. "Ooooooh-" he winced as Amy hefted and squeezed his overburdened scrotum, relishing the firmness and weight within. Gods! She loved busting the shit out of a nice pair of babymakers, and Iain had the fattest set of nuts she'd ever played with, even more so on the many occasions she had edged him for months at a time!

"You've been such a good boy, taking care of your horny wife each and every day, and letting me stroke," her hand, taking an overhand grip, finally encircled the root of his cock, her thumb and fingers almost meeting around his girth. She punctuated every few words with a firm, slow stroke out to the knob and slowly back toward his stomach, "and kiss, and suck this gorgeous cock, all while following Dr. Nussknacker's strict instructions not to cum."

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Iain moaned against her, the pleasure from her hand already surpassing the dull ache radiating out from his cum-stuffed orbs.

Amy turned, smiling seductively up at him, tracing his jaw with one finger, down to his chin. Then she gripped his dick just below the flared knob and led him to their bedroom. Iain waddled along behind, wincing every time his heavy balls bounced off his thighs.

Instead of the large, comfy king bed that was the centerpiece of their sleeping area, Amy sat Iain down on the wooden chest at the foot of the bed. Iain, with at most three functioning brain cells left, leaned back with his elbows on the luxurious comforter, his swollen blue balls resting over the edge of the chest against the well-worn but very solid wood. His long, trembling hardon pointed at the ceiling. A thick dollop of precum at the tip already glistened in the soft, warm light. Amy sat on her heels for a moment, soaking in the glorious tableaux: the needy, towering cock, but even more the cum-bloated, very vulnerable testicles. Iain missed the evil glint in her eye as she licked her lips and moved in.

"Let Amy take care of you, baby," she cooed as she crawled between his spread legs, leaning up, scratching her short but perfectly manicured nails up his thighs, her warm breath caressing his steely cock from mere centimeters away. Gooseflesh broke out over his entire body as he sucked in his breath. She knew that with over six weeks of pent-up seed he wouldn't last long so she was pulling out all the stops.

Her hands finally met around the root of his girthy, veiny cock, squeezing firmly and causing the already bloated knob to swell even further. Amy leaned in and, her tongue dripping with saliva, firmly licked the juncture of shaft and knob, coming over the top to wetly kiss and swirl her tongue over Iain's flared cockhead. He threw his head back and cried out, while Amy smiled and opened her jaw as wide as it would go.

Her small, strong hands began to slide up his shaft in a firm, two-handed pump, while she bobbed her head forcefully, taking a little more of his cock with each cycle. This was nothing like the teasing handjobs or the slow make-outs with his cock that she employed on a regular basis. Those were perfectly executed techniques to build his orgasm slowly, to hold him at the bleeding edge of eruption for as long as possible; calculated to build and build and build his arousal for maximum effect. The doctor had cautioned her against direct impacts to his healing testes, but she hadn't said anything about blueballing the ever-loving fuck out of him.

But this assault on Iain's genitals was nothing like that. Amy was aggressive, her ministrations firm and steady, rapidly bringing him toward his first orgasm in WEEKS. And she didn't slow down or let up as his breathing came faster, as his cock swelled even further in preparation for expelling the veritable liters of cum ready to burst forth. Iain threw his head back, crying out incoherently as he felt the tightening deep inside, the critical build in pressure just before the dam bursts. A small part of Iain knew he should be wary but it had been SO long and the pleasure was literally indescribable...

If anything, as she sensed his orgasm approaching she redoubled her efforts, her hands a twisting blur on his trembling shaft, her lips and tongue making violent love to the top third of his cock. And then, just as Iain's entire body tensed and a deep, guttural growl escaped his chest, his arousal finally reaching the breaking point, Amy's mouth and hands slid all the way up and off of his cock in one smooth motion!

Iain's hands gripped the floral-print comforter white-knuckle tight, his eyes and teeth clenched. Like a practiced acrobat Amy rolled back onto her butt and planted her elbows into the lush carpet. Iain's rampant cock gave a mighty flex, ready to fire off a monumental fountain of spunk even without further stimulation. But Amy's legs were cocked and in the blink of an eye she launched them both at her targets. Just as one huge, gooey rope of yogurt-thick cum erupted from his bursting knob, Amy's pistoning feet, still clad in the softest lime-green material imaginable, obliterated his clenching testicles, crushing them horribly against the wooden chest with an audible *CRACK*.

As the lone rope of his ruined orgasm cascaded onto both of them, at this perfect crescendo of her wicked plan, Amy cried out victoriously, "April Fools!!"

A sickly "Urk!" was the only sound as Iain's nervous system completely overloaded from the wildly divergent signals. He was conscious enough to feel the bile rise in his throat, as the all-too-familiar, squicky pain in what remained of his left testicle shot like a hot knife through his abdomen. This felt just like the last time, when she'd broken his balls by stomping with her full weight... or was that the time with the hammer? No! It felt like the time from self-defense class, with her fucking knee. It wasn't even strange to Iain that he could tell from deep experience that his right nut was still intact. For now.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as his cock twitched violently in aborted orgasm.

"Oh my God, that was PERFECT!" Amy exclaimed gleefully. "You should see your face!" tears streaming down her own cheeks, in her case tears of unbridled mirth.

"A-a-amy…” Iain croaked, trying desperately to communicate the nature of the damage, to stop the brutal assault before she inevitably started up again. “Balls… rupt… rupt… borken…”

Amy was too busy reveling in the perfection of her execution to notice Iain’s incoherent babbling. She’d broken his balls so many times by now, tuning out his pathetic whining was automatic.

Finally Amy began to collect herself and noticed that Iain was still pretty green in the face, his magnificent cock wilted and drooling an extra-thick river of not-quite clear seminal fluid. She sat up and looked more closely at his misshapen sack.

"Did your fucking ball pop??" she asked incredulously.

Iain coughed in acknowledgement, too scared to look or feel down there.

"Iain, you dipshit. We waited six whole weeks for them to heal and you broke after ONE kick??"

He was now conscious enough to think about the brutal knees that Amy had racked him with earlier, but thankfully his vocal chords were still out of order.

"Well, fuck. I was really gonna make you cum after that..." Iain's ear pricked up and his prick twitched in hopeful response, "... but now we'll have go to the hospital, AGAIN, and wait probably another six weeks."

Iain groaned and a fresh stream of tears began to flow, even as his cock spilled another pitiable dollop of impotent precum.

"Well, since Dr. Nussknacker's going to have to fix lefty anyway..."

Iain looked up in horror as Amy cocked her legs bag once again, determined to get the most out of this unfortunate mistake.



FIN
2024-03-31