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Aunt Vicky
By: Fantasy Man
Billy's aunt knows what's best for his large testicles...
Aunt Vicky (re-write)
He did not understand what was about to happen. Aunt Vicky had given him a nice warm cup of tea spiked with an arousal/sedative drug. He was lying on her bed nude with his legs spread open. He couldn't figure out why he had no desire to close them. His well-developed testicles rested heavily on the bed, his large penis semi rigid...
Aunt Vicky glanced at her nephew. An attractive, large breasted woman of 32, she loved the boy but was quite concerned about how his hormones were now changing their relationship. He was almost 17 and she'd caught him glancing at her giant breasts several times. Admittedly, she enjoyed wearing flimsy demi-cup push-up bras under tight shirts - perfect tools for selecting men in need of clinical "taming" or just a milking (the choice was hers) at the correctional facility where she worked. Her suspicions were confirmed; his sac was gigantic, hairless, and rested heavily on her silky sheets. She quite enjoyed the men with large testicles but it was necessary to drug them before their procedure - informing them that their testicles needed to be removed could cause quite a stir!
She entered the room, smiled at the young boy and sat next to him - her breasts heaved provocatively under her tight shirt. "Billy," she softly spoke, "you do know how much I love you, don't you?" The semi-conscious boy smiled and nodded, feeling embarrassed yet strangely comfortable. Despite his drugged state, his penis began erecting at the sight of her so close. Vicky smiled again, aware of his struggle not to look at her jutting breasts, and continued: "It's time I performed a little procedure on you Billy..." Billy watched in frozen embarrassment as she casually lifted his large, swollen balls. "Your testicles are just too big and heavy..." She smiled sympathetically.
Try as he might, the sight of her large, tightly clad breasts, the feel of her hands lifting his heavy nuts... his penis reached full erection in no time. "You poor thing..." was all she said, calmly holding his penis away from his sack.... "You've let your big balls get way too full..." she said softly and hefted his balls as if measuring their weight. He groaned with embarrassment - the drug in his drink kept him docile while mounting his arousal. "We cannot expect your penis to behave if he's not ejaculated at least once a day..." she observed, squeezing it gently just beneath its head.
He saw Aunt Vicky remove a device from her nearby table - it looked like some sort of clamping tool - and he watched as if in a dream as she carefully placed his large, bloated sack into it.... "There we are Billy... Just relax - this is going to feel a little snug..." Squeezing the handles gently his balls were pushed to the bottom of his sack nice and slow - he then felt something closing tightly around the top of his scrotum. "There we are Billy - that's my Testicle Choker..." she smiled, "It makes balls nice and snug. Nurses use it when they need to take a sperm sample..." Looking between his legs, he saw his balls pressed into a tight, fat ball at the end of his now doubly crimped scrotal neck. "Crimping a man's scrotum makes his ejaculation more manageable - instead of strong, messy spurts the nurse gets a nice controlled dribble." She smiled, holding his tight testicles reassuringly. "The nurses at the sperm bank use it to accurately supervise and measure a man's ejaculation." Billy's face was red with embarrassment, trying not to think about the humiliating, yet arousing, procedure. However, as the drug took more affect, he thought only of how her small pink top contoured perfectly to her giant breasts, clearly revealing the half-cup push-up bra underneath.
"We should really have you ejaculate Billy, but I don't like doing it without my little milker..." She was holding them now, lovingly passing his straining lump back-and-forth between her soft, manicured hands. With a calm, 'I know what's best' look, she continued; "The machine I use to milk a man's penis is totally automated. It has a penis sleeve which gently pumps and vibrates until I decide he's done ejaculating..." She squeezed his nuts playfully, "but just before you came, my friend borrowed the sperm-collection container." She was now holding a smooth black tube with a cute little pink bow at the top. "Billy, I was just going to milk you today but, without the collection cup to catch your mess, I can't let you spurt." She smiled gently. "I just don't want any on my new shirt..." she sighed and innocently stuck her chest out, slowly moving her massive breasts from side-to-side, showing him exactly where she didn't want a mess.
"There, there..." she cooed, cupping his heavy package in her left palm, pulling his balls forward, "That only leaves us with one option Billy - I'll have to remove your balls ..." she said sweetly. What? Had he heard right? He started to panic, recognizing her breasts for the distraction they were, but was overcome with a relaxed sense of purpose. They felt so bloated and safe in Aunt Vicky's soft, feminine hands. "That's right Billy, your auntie's going to take them nice and full..."
Letting his meaty lump rest on the silky sheets, she slid his penis into the sheath. "I'll let the milker get you nice and close before I take your balls ..." The black tube felt smooth as she slid it down his giant, erect penis. It felt rather snug, probably not made for a penis of his girth, but the length was just right - it came to rest under his head, leaving it to swell unchecked. "Oh dear, it's enormous..." she cooed, carefully trailing a finger across his tight, shiny cock-head and reached for a switch. He groaned in response to the soft hum as the milker started to pump his shaft. Aunt Vicky smiled and wrapped her perfectly manicured hands around the black shaft. "The milker makes most men dribble in less than a minute..." she said with a smile, pointing his straining, choked head at the deep valley between her massive breasts. "Be a good boy and tell me before you let go..." she whispered, holding up a little pink pair of scissors. She giggled and snipped the air playfully, "We don't want you dribbling on my breasts!" she laughed - Billy's embarrassment with her large breasts was so cute...
The milker continued steadily, pumping and vibrating with a predictable pattern. The head of his penis flared to the size on an apple, pulsing steadily with the rhythm of the milking machine. It looked almost feminine with the little pink bow so close to his pulsing penis-head. Aunt Vicky was so beautiful - she watched his tormented penis with a big smile on her face. Men were so cute when faced with this dilemma - an erotic situation soon to be ended by a busty woman and her cute little scissors.
She placed her scissors between the tight crimpings on his nicely stretched scrotum and hefted his fat testicle-lump with her other hand. "Your balls feel so full..." she smiled. "I'll hold them nice and safe when they come off - I always weigh the big ones..." Billy was moaning with lust now, feeling her pull his nuts expectantly. "I'm going to watch your piss-slit Billy..." she was squeezing now, "When it starts to open, I'll give you a little snip before you let out any mess..." She made her point by gently squeezing the handles, allowing him to feel a slight compression of steel on his banded sack.
Billy started grunting, thrusting his hips ever-so-slightly. "There's a good boy..." Aunt Vicky said, watching his penis closely. She was holding his nut pouch possessively, her scissors ready to snip. "Almost ready Billy?" she asked casually - her nipples were erect, sticking out just above the confines of her demi-bra. He felt his cum boiling up, making him thrust his cock forward involuntarily. "There we are..." she was staring at his gasping piss-slit and whispered; "off they come..." with a girlish giggle. With a "prissy" thumb-and-forefinger-hold on the scissors, she gave the handles a little squeeze at the last possible moment - it took almost no effort at all! His fat testicle lump easily came free in her waiting hand... His face became a mix of horror and disbelief, realizing how such a pivotal event had just been so trivialized by his busty aunt. "They always come off easy..." came her soothing voice, holding up his fat bulge as proof. "It wasn't really that bad, was it Billy?" she asked, passing it between her manicured hands. She squeezed them experimentally, feeling their density: "For goodness sake! Feels like a big load in there... I bet you would have made a big mess on my shirt!" she said excitedly, putting them on her little scale...
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