In the dead of night...
Leslie lay awake on the plush bed next to her twin sister. She could hear Lorelai softly snoring, evidently deep in sleep. When she looked over, the full moon shown down through the window on her sister's sleeping face, her perky, full breasts practically bursting out of her thin nightgown. Leslie bit her lip to restrain herself from moaning out loud; she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep without visiting their new stepbrother again tonight.

She slowly eased herself off of the bed, wincing as she knocked over one of Lorelai's boots with a soft thud. Lorelai rolled onto her side, and after a moment was snoring softly once again. As Leslie tiptoed out of the room, holding up the hem of her thin nighty, she felt a familiar tingling spreading from her nipples down to her moistening pussy as she thought of what awaited her in the barn...



In his dream, Elvin is kissing a beautiful woman in an elegant gown, and there is some kind of tiara or crown resting in her chestnut brown hair. Elvin is caressing her back, but most of his attention is focused on the softness of her lips and the hand that is caressing his aching stiffness. Elvin knows this is a dream, due to the simple fact that his balls do not hurt, and when he is awake his balls always hurt. But right now all he feels is pleasure, and that is enough.

Suddenly the princess, or whoever she is, pulls back and looks into his eyes with naked hunger. Elvin feels a strange mix of fear and arousal from that look. She then slides down his body, lightly scratching with her fingernails, kissing and biting her way down his torso. His erect cock strains to greater fullness against her bodice, the fat, purple knob swollen and shiny and oozing precum. As she gets to her knees she is kissing his lower abdomen, his thick shaft extends over her shoulder, brushing tantalizingly along her neck and in her hair. Elvin cannot stifle his groan of pleasure, and his cock twitches and pulses with need. The princess smiles to herself.

After what seems like an eternity she pulls back and wraps her hand around the base of his cock. Her fingers do not meet around his girth, and his mighty cock extends from her grip like a tower of the castle. She just holds him there for a moment, admiring this impressive display of arousal and virility. Then she slowly leans in and plants a wet kiss right at the base of his crown on the underside of his cock. 

Elvin's enormous balls tremble and his cock flexes, preparing to ejaculate a tremendous load of his hot, thick cum. The princess does not say a word but softly moans, maintaining her grip on the base of his cock, watching intently as the mighty organ twitches and flexes in desperation. After a long while Elvin's imminent orgasm finally begins to recede, and she licks her lips and moves in once again...



Leslie slowly eased the barn door open, allowing the moonlight to illuminate Elvin's sleeping form. He was laying on top of his hay-bale bed under his rough wool blanket, fast asleep. Even from across the barn it was impossible to miss the giant tent his erect cock was making in the blanket.

"Ooh, someone's having a naughty dream," Leslie whispered. As she crept across the barn, her long nightgown swished around her ankles and the soft material caressed her achingly erect nipples. When she got to Elvin's side she lifted off the blanket, revealing his tumescent cock in all its glory. Evidently Elvin had foregone his cotton codpiece tonight; when Leslie saw his bruised, swollen ballsac resting on his thighs she couldn't blame him.

Truth be told (though she would never admit as much to Lorelai or momma), she sometimes felt a little bit sorry for her skinny loser of a stepbrother. These midnight forays eased her conscience a bit for the incessant abuse the little shit suffered at his step-family's hands (and feet, and elbows, and knees). It really was amazing he still *had* balls, when you stopped to think about it.

Leslie leaned in close to admire the girthy pillar of cockmeat. It never ceased to amaze her that such a skinny, clumsy dork like Elvin could have the most magnificent cock on earth. Even soft it was a mouth-watering sight, and it sure as hell wasn't soft right now. Elvin's cock was so hard she could see it bouncing with the beat of his heart, the almost finger-thick veins standing out prominently on his shaft. A river of precum was flowing off of his belly, dripping down from his shiny, purple knob. His swollen, battered balls were pulled up tight against the base of his cock, and Leslie could hardly imagine the amount of jism stored up in them after all this time.

Fuck, that must be one hell of a dream! she thought to herself. She ran her index finger up the underside of his cock, from his balls all the way to the weeping crown, and then smeared his precum around his fist-sized knob. Suddenly Elvin groaned and his thick cock began to twitch with greater and greater urgency. It looked like he was ready blow! Momma would never believe that Elvin hadn't been jerking off, and Leslie knew his punishment would be terrible. In a rare moment of compassion, Leslie hauled back and gave his left nut a mighty flick. The silent barn echoed with the *SPLAT* of her finger impacting the swollen orb. Elvin gave a grunt and his stomach flexed, but even in sleep his hands didn't move to protect himself. The strike had the desired effect, as the violent twitching of his cock stopped and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

The disaster averted, Leslie smiled to herself. Elvin had said that having his orgasm denied at the last possible moment felt like getting kicked in the balls, and he ought to know. Leslie could only imagine how much more terrible it must feel to have your orgasm denied and get hit in the balls. Leslie squeezed her thighs together at the thought, her clit tingling and her cunt-juices flowing.

Leslie gripped his cock at the base, holding the monster straight up. She then stretched her mouth wide and leaned in...



Now Elvin is lying on his back on a huge, plush bed. The princess is naked, sitting between his spread legs. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and his cock flexes and strains, desperate for her touch. Then she leans in and puts her hands on the outside of his hips. She extends her tongue and firmly but slowly licks up the underside of his cock, from his balls all the way to the weeping crown. Then with her tongue she begins to smear his precum around his fist-sized knob. The sensations on his long-denied cock are too much, and he feels his orgasm beginning. His balls clench, and his mighty cock begins to twitch with greater and greater urgency. At the last possible moment the princess draws back and then gives his left testicle a mighty open-handed *SMACK*.

This has the desired effect of aborting his nascent orgasm, while simultaneously inducing the feeling of being kicked by a mule. Elvin cries out in shock and anguish. What the hell?!? he thinks, but does not say. Even in his dreams his orgasms are denied and his balls are abused. Even in his dreams there is no refuge. And even in his dreams he endures it without protest.

As the dull ache begins to radiate out from his left testicle into his abdomen, the princess grips his thick cock at the base, holding the rigid, weeping monster straight up. She then stretches her mouth wide, practically dislocating her jaw, and engulfs Elvin's knob. His cock head is so thick, he can feel her teeth scraping the ridge as she tries to force the whole thing into her mouth. The princess then begins to work her lips and tongue on the top of his cock, applying and releasing a gentle but insistent suction.

A thick mixture of saliva and precum begins to flow down Elvin's cock. With this lubrication the princess slides her gripping fist in a lazy corkscrew up and down his shaft. Up and down. Up and down. Little by little, she takes more and more of his massive cock into her mouth. The double pain from her strike and from his once-again-denied orgasm is steadily outpaced by the mind-numbing pleasure of her ministrations. As if she can sense this, she begins to alternate between insistent bobbing and stroking, and gentle licking and caressing, allowing his orgasm to build more gradually this time.

The sensations are like nothing he's ever imagined! The pain in his abdomen is forgotten as the overwhelming pleasure seems to radiate out from his cock to engulf his entire body. Elvin can feel the tremendous load of backed-up cum roiling in his bloated balls. After all this time he is finally going to experience release!

One by one his sense organs begin to shut down: first his vision goes dark, then the sounds of the princess slurping on his cock begin to fade. The amazing sensations coming from his cock are now his entire universe, and once again he can feel the orgasm building to a mind-shattering climax.

As he feels the orgasm begin in his clenching testicles he feels the princess slide her mouth off of his distended knob. But it's too late, he thinks; nothing can stop the tidal wave that will crash over him and erupt from his cock at any moment. In his dream the princess raises her fist high over her head, and brings it down with bone-cracking force directly onto his right testicle.



And with that Elvin snapped awake, jerking upright with a scream. Leslie was sitting on his legs, and her milk-chocolate hair shone like freshly spun silk in the moonlight, despite its sleep-rumpled state. Her fist was still compressing his right testicle into the hay bale, and there was a thick string of precum connecting her swollen lips to his turgid cock. Before the scream could fully escape, Leslie had clapped her left hand over Elvin's mouth, and then proceeded to punch his right testicle three more times in rapid succession.

His eyes pleaded with her, but Leslie was wholly fixated on his genitals. She absently licked the precum from her lips, her breath coming hard and fast like she had just been running. A single drop of pearlescent cum was pooled at the tip of his cock.

"Holy shit! That was close!" Leslie exclaimed, once she was sure Elvin's orgasm had been aborted. Then she leaned in and slurped up the drop of cum right from the tip of Elvin's cock. His eyes crossed, and if it wasn't for the agony pouring into his body through his right testicle he surely would have cum on the spot. "I thought you were gonna hose me down for sure!" she said as she looked Elvin in the eyes and winked. Her emerald eyes sparkled with glee and mischief.

Despite the tremendous pain, Elvin's cock was still as hard as granite.

"Now, Cinderelvin," Leslie began, her left hand lazily sliding up and down his slick shaft. At the same time, she bobbled and bounced his aching, abused blue balls on her right hand. The combination was the most confusing mix of pain and pleasure Elvin had ever experienced. He collapsed back onto the hay bale as if his strings had been cut. "I know it's been a long…long…long time," with each careful enunciation of "long" Leslie would slide her fist up and over the crown of Elvin's cock with a twist, "since you got to shoot all that hot, thick cum out of these balls," her right hand made a fist around his scrotum, just above his balls and she hefted them up for him to see. They really were a sorry sight: discolored and bruised, immensely swollen from abuse and denial. "...but you have got to control yourself," she chided. "You know momma has absolutely forbidden you from ejaculating."

Some would have been moved to pity by Elvin's predicament. Leslie's pussy was leaking down her leg.

"Remember the time momma caught you jerking off?" How could he forget? Not only was it the last time he had cum, it was also the day his never-ending genital torment had begun. "Lorelai and I had never seen so much cum! At first we thought that one of the horses had done it...it looked like someone had taken milk pales full of hot, gooey cum...and just splashed them over the wall of the barn!" Unconsciously Leslie's left hand had let go of his twitching cock and had begun to massage her dripping pussy under the folds of her nightgown.

"Remember? Momma made you sit on the floor of the barn...and she took the wooden mallet...and just pounded one of your nuts over and over...and over again! I thought it was gonna pop for sure!" Leslie's breath was coming faster and faster. "Which nut was it again?"

"The l-l-l-left one," Elvin whimpered. It had taken the better part of a month for his left testicle to recover from that beating. The memory of that blinding pain and nausea had kept him from touching himself in all the time since. That and the fact that he had no doubt that his cruel stepmother would follow through with her threat to ruin his balls permanently.

Leslie released her stranglehold on his scrotum, only to cup his over-sized left testicle in her right hand. It was so grotesquely engorged with sperm and swollen from abuse that it almost filled her hand. She began to rhythmically squeeze and maul the tender orb in time with her masturbating. Elvin watched transfixed as her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, and the color rose on her chest and in her cheeks. Suddenly her hand clamped down on his left ball, so tightly that his nutflesh bulged between her fingers. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" Leslie cried out as a massive orgasm overwhelmed her senses. Elvin's teeth were clenched in agony and tears streamed down his face. While Leslie's body shook with pleasure, the waves of climax cresting higher and higher, poor Elvin was writhing at the other end of the spectrum. It felt as if an elephant was standing with all of its weight entirely on his left testicle, and the pain was like a red-hot iron spike driven through his nut into his abdomen.

But his cock remained as hard and eager as ever, and a new dollop of clear precum appeared at the tip.

After what seemed to each of them like half an eternity, Leslie's orgasm subsided and she loosed her death-grip on Elvin's poor left nut. She was still trembling from the aftershocks, her full breasts wobbling delightfully against her nightgown, as she slowly opened her eyes. She was greeted with the pleasant sight of Elvin's towering erection, still desperately twitching and as hard as iron. A fresh river of precum had begun to flow anew from his shiny cock crown.

"Mmmmmmm...did you enjoy that, Cinderelvin?" she asked, as she lifted her skirt and slowly slid up Elvin's body. She saw his eyes look down, desperate for a glimpse of her pretty pussy. Though she denied him this visual pleasure, his disappointment was short-lived as his eyes fixated on her pendulous breasts, which threatened to spill out the top of her flimsy nightgown. But then his eyes crossed and rolled back into his head as Leslie's dripping pussy made contact with the underside of his cock and forced it flat against his belly. She continued to slide up his body, her pussy gliding up the underside of his massive cock, leaving a warm, wet trail. Both Elvin and Leslie moaned when her clit made contact with the ridge of his enormous cock head. Her full breasts rested against Elvin's chin, and she just stayed there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of his massive, hard cock spreading her lips and putting pressure on her sensitive clit.

Then Elvin gasped as she began to gently rock back and forth, working the tip of his cock in little circles over her clit, their copious fluids lubricating things nicely.

Leslie leaned down until her lips were practically touching Elvin's ear and she whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now. My little pussy is going to work your fat cock over until I can't cum anymore. I want you as fat, hard, and desperate as possible. But you. Can't. Cum." Leslie's tongue flicked out and licked Elvin's ear, as she reached under her skirt with her right hand to grip the distended crown of his cock. Elvin could only whimper with his hands clenched at his sides.

Leslie leaned forward until her cleavage enveloped Elvin's head, and his cock was poised at the entrance to her weeping quim. She rubbed his cock head up and down her slit, mingling their juices and thoroughly coating the flared knob. She continued in soft voice, "Don't think about cumming. Don't think about shooting rope after rope after rope of hot, thick cum into my pussy. Don't think about the dam bursting, and finally releasing all that pent up jism over my breasts, and covering my face." Leslie was pushing back, trying to force Elvin's enormous cock head past the ring of her vaginal opening, but it was like trying to force a ripe tomato through a keyhole.

After a few moments Leslie gave up with grunt. But she was not to be thwarted. She spun around so that she was sitting on Elvin's stomach, facing his cock. She moved her nightgown out of the way and hefted his meaty cock to point straight up. She then stood and squatted to get enough clearance to position his knob at the entrance to her pussy once again. Then she began to lower herself.

This time, her body weight and their abundant juices were enough to allow Elvin's distended cock knob to force its way into Leslie's tiny pussy. She gasped in pained pleasure as her body stretched to accomodate the girthy invader. The worst over, she leaned forward to place her hands on his thighs and began to slowly raise and lower her hips, taking a little bit more of his thick cock each time. Eventually she settled into a nice rhythm taking about half of Elvin's cock on each downstroke. A soft mewling sound was escaping her lips.

Elvin, for his part, was entirely overwhelmed. Visually, he was mesmerized by the sight of Leslie's wobbling breasts, visible even though she faced away from him. On top of that, her firm, round ass was bouncing mere inches from his face. And of course, her wet, velvety pussy was massaging the top of his prick in the most pleasurable ways imaginable. Elvin was breathing in great gulps, trying desperately to stem the tide of his oncoming orgasm. But it was no use; it had been too long, and Leslie's pussy felt too good. No threat of torture could hold back the flood of cum Elvin prepared to release.

"I can't hold it! I'm gonna cum!!" Elvin cried out in anguish. Though he fought mightily - knowing the terrible punishment that would swiftly follow his illicit ejaculation - a part of him rejoiced in the impending release.

"No you're not!" Without breaking her rhythm, Leslie lifted her left hand, making a fist, and brought it down with brutal force right onto Elvin's still-tender left testicle. Elvin's anguished cry only fueled Leslie's lust to greater heights. She felt her own orgasm rising to a mind-shattering crescendo. She then put both of her hands on top of his balls, and leaned forward, pancaking the swollen orbs into the hay bale. Elvin once again experienced the dual agony of a last-second aborted orgasm combined with the crushing of his poor testicles. The pain was vast and indescribable, and his impending orgasm was quickly forgotten.

Meanwhile Leslie was lost to the world, awash in her own overwhelming sensations. Elvin's magical cock was stroking all the right spots, his immense girth pulling her clit down and rubbing with each downstroke of her hips. Though he kept his hands obediently at his sides, he instinctively thrust his hips in perfect balance and counterpoint to her own rhythm. As she mauled Elvin's testicles and felt the squishy organs bulge and grind in her grip, her climax exploded out from the center of her being. The waves of pleasure that crashed over her made her earlier orgasms seem like ripples in a pond. She came and came and came again, utterly lost in the throes of pleasure from Elvin's tremendous cock.

Elvin could only weep and groan, as he was whiplashed back forth from extreme pleasure to utter agony...from teetering on the edge of unimaginable orgasmic bliss to crashing into the jagged cliffs of denied release and testicular torture.

Eventually Leslie could not take the pleasure a moment longer and collapsed forward off of Elvin's cock, which slipped free of its velvety prison with an audible *POP* and slapped heavily onto Elvin's belly with a wet *SMACK*. The entire shaft was a deep crimson, and the veins stood out in angry relief all along the thick shaft. Precum continued to flow out in a thick stream, and Elvin's cock twitched in the air, desperately seeking some brief contact, lurching for that tantalizing release. Elvin's poor balls were clenched up tight against his pelvis, dark purple in hue and swollen beyond belief.



After an indeterminate amount of time, Leslie recovered enough to sit up and look back at her pathetic stepbrother. He was curled on his side in a fetal position, crying softly and cradling his poor, aching testicles. His magnificent cock still jutted proudly out from his cupping hands.

Leslie, radiant in her post-orgasmic glow, leaned in and gave Elvin's cock one last, wet, sloppy kiss right at the base of his still-weeping crown. "See, Cinderelvin? It's not all about pain; I can be nice, too."

"Thank you, Leslie," Elvin managed to squeak out through the tears.

"Sweet dreams, fuckface. And remember: no cumming!" With that she gave his tender orbs a parting slap, and skipped back toward the house.


FIN
Fall 2015