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I first read this story so long ago, that I probably shouldn’t say how old I was! I don’t remember where I first found it but I thought it was great fun to read. Now that I have a blog that lots of ballbois come to I thought, what better way to let you fellas have read. 
I’m not sure who BandyMandy is (the Author), but she (or he) must have written it many moons ago and I hope they don’t mind me posting it. It’s got some great descriptions and ideas, and though I have my own book of true stories , reading this makes me think I ought to try my hand at fiction!
The Torturer’s Apprentice by BandyMandy 
The torturer and her assistant entered the soundproof chamber and locked the door behind them. The stone-walled room was semicircular with a concrete floor, and bright fluorescent lights were positioned over the five cross frames. On each, a naked prisoner was firmly bound with leather straps, and the frames were tilted at a 45-degree angle, positioning their genitals at hand height. Each was fitted with a large ball gag.
“My name is Wanda, and this is my assistant, Haley” the torturer announced. Five terrified pairs of eyes watched her as she walked slowly around, inspecting their tightly spread out young bodies and vulnerable sex organs. “My job is to soften you all up by indescribable pain and agony so that our inquisitors can extract from you the information we want.” Wanda continued. “I am regarded as an expert in genital torture, and my treatment will be mainly centred on your testicles. My assistant is learning my trade, and I shall be instructing her with the various procedures I employ. She will now inject each of you with a special cocktail of drugs. This will give you the biggest hard-on of your life irrespective of the agonies you will endure, and also will prevent you from fainting from the pain.”
As Haley dispensed the drugs into the prisoners’ thighs, Wanda continued to eye up the prisoners. Only she knew which man out of the five was an intelligence officer in the enemy’s land forces. The other four knew nothing of any significance but were there to be treated to such terrifying mutilations, that the officer would tell everything he knew in order to prevent getting similar treatment. A crafty trick, but it always worked. The other four were also chosen because of the size of their balls. Wanda had an arrangement with a doctor in the prisoners processing room. After each man had showered, he was inspector by the doctor, who selected young slim smooth-skinned men with the biggest testicles, ready for Wanda’s treatment. It was just the way she liked them.
“Oh, and there’s just one more thing,” Wanda said, looking around at the men, “Both I and Haley are sadists. We thoroughly enjoy our work. In fact, seeing a man in the throws of ball torture can give us enormous orgasms, so the longer you hold out, the better we like it. Wanda turned to Haley and said quietly “Leave number four to me, he’s special”. This was the officer. 
Lying on the first cross was a young man of around 20. He was slim and tall, and because his arms were pulled out above his head on the frame, his concave stomach was tight and his ribs showed under his smooth skin. Wanda looked at his genitals. The doctor has chosen well. His long slim penis was rigid with the effects of the drug, and lay up his stomach, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, and two enormous balls were pulling the hairless scrotum down several inches below his legs. The humidity and heat in the chamber always provided the loosest of sacs. 
Wanda walked between his legs and lifted his heavy balls in her hand. She was always surprised by the amazing differences in the size of men’s testicles. Most were average, some were pretty tiny, and a very few were huge, like these. Being a devotee of ballbusting, Wanda had read many stories on the internet. Balls were often described as being the size of lemons, or even grapefruit. In real life, she thought, they don’t come much bigger than this – around the size of large hens’ eggs. Mind you, she could get them to swell to grapefruit size after a good beating.
“Haley, have a look at this”, Wanda said. She separated one ball and squeezed it down to the bottom of his scrotum. The gossamer skin was tight and shiny, and every detail of his testis showed through. “A testicle has a sort of fibrous outer surface which has millions of nerve endings which register two different types of pain. The first is pressure or simple squeezing, and the other is impact. The art of prolonging the torture is to prevent rupture or broken blood vessels which will cause the scrotum to fill with liquid.” She turned the ball sideways so that the plump flatter surface was uppermost in her cupped hand. “Now most of the cords and pipes attaching this to his body are on the top edge and away from the area, we will attack. By putting my thumb on the side of his ball, I can press down and cause indescribably agony without any lasting damage”. She pushed her thumb hard down into the cupped ball. His body tautened in his bonds, and his stomach rose up corded with muscles. From his throat behind the ball gag a high screeching sound emanated. She continued to add pressure, and his ball noticeably distorted, bulging out around her thumb, and flattening in the centre.
“What’re the chances of it bursting?” asked Haley.
“Minimal if you’re careful. Men’s testicles are amazingly tough. Whilst it’s a design fault to have such tender organs on the outside of the body, it is tremendously handy for torturing sadists like us. We will be busting some balls a little later in this session. Now, you grab his other ball and squeeze it as hard as you can – I doubt if you will be able to burst it”.
Wanda let go of his scrotum and Haley pulled the other ball into her fist and squeezed as hard she could. The tendons on her forearm corded out under the tension, and the prisoner’s squealing began to pulse in time with his breathing, his chest heaving with great gasps of air. Sweat was pouring off him, and dripping onto the floor. Wanda looked around the room. The other four were watching with saucer eyes, also sweating in anticipation.
“I’ll tell you what, Wanda,” Haley said with a cute smile, “my fanny is pretty wet!”
“So is mine” Wanda grinned, “great, isn’t it? Now, before we move onto the next man, I must show you one of my special toys.”Wanda opened her sports bag and pulled out a chromium-plated device. “Now this isn’t an ordinary ball vice that just squeezes testicles in increasing stages,” said Wanda, showing it to her student sadist. “They will just cause the ball to eventually rupture by flattening it until the edges split. This has two curved cups made from thin bars of strong vanadium steel. But see the bars interlink and can be screwed together so that each end of the cups move inwards as the sides come together. This means that the testicle is compressed equally in all directions and prevents it from distorting and splitting. Thus, we can create enormous pain for much longer, because once a ball bursts, it’s pretty useless for further torture.” 
Haley let the first man’s scrotum drop onto his thigh, and his body relaxed slightly as his tortured balls were given some respite. 
The next man was slightly older than the first, with dirty blond hair and a pale skinned body. A few wispy blond pubic hairs were above his thick penis, which lay hard and heavy over his substantial testes. “Got to get this out of the way,” said Wanda, delving into her bag once more. “You can either use duct tape or super glue – I prefer super glue”. With that, she uncapped the bottle, and ran a thin line of glue along the top of his shaft, leaving the head of his penis free of glue. Taking the warm plump spongy glans in her hand, she pulled his cock up his belly and pushed it firmly down onto his smooth skin. She held it for a moment, whilst the glue set. When she lifted her hand, his cock was firmly stuck to his tummy, the head of his penis some three inches above his navel. The taught skin of his cock had lifted his huge balls up at an even more vulnerable angle. 
“Well done, Doc”, thought Wanda, appreciating the sight of his large ovals of firm meaty testicles.
Opening the ball vice, she carefully inserted his left testicle and manoeuvred it around to ensure the blood vessels would not be trapped by the mechanism, causing the ball to die prematurely. She pulled the two cups together, inserted the Allen key and began to wind the halves closer. The man looked down over his body and watched in increasing terror. Soon, the pressure built to a point where his breathing became laboured, and his eyes began to run with tears. He made very little noise as she continued to turn the key, but his body began to rise from the frame until he was straining at the leather belts. Gradually, the firm wall of his testicle began to increase the pressure within the organ, and the fleshy walls started to ooze between the bars of the vice. From his throat, a desperate gurgling was mixed with his frantic breathing.
“Watch the end of his cock,” said Wanda to Haley. Another turn on the key produced a small globule of semen. Wanda made two further turns, the walls of his ball were compressing the inside material to a third of its normal size. Suddenly, a large very thick squirt of semen was released, almost the consistency of toothpaste.
“Christ, that’s the thickest cum I’ve ever seen” exclaimed Haley, dipping in her finger, and tasting it.
“Squeezed right from the ball, my dear, without being diluted with emissions from the prostate” replied Wanda. “It will taste smooth and creamy without the bitterness of ordinary ejaculate. This ball is about to go, watch”. 
Haley couldn’t believe how small the huge testicle had become in the ball vice. Although a good deal of meat was being squeezed through the bars, it looked half the size of the right ball laying heavily to one side. Wanda tightened the Allen key again. The man rose even higher in his agony, his throat behind the gag groaning deeply. Then there was an audible crunching noise from the ball vice as the contents of the gland was squeezed forcibly into the cords, the walls of his testicle collapsed and the pulverized meat squeezed out through the bars into his scrotum. The man grunted, his breath exploding from his nose, and despite the drugs, he lost consciousness. “Shit” panted Haley, “I’ve just come”.
“I’m not far off” replied Wanda, “let’s try number three”. 
This man was next to the officer, and Wanda wanted this to really effect his decision when asked to disclose his secrets. Although his balls were not quite as large as the previous victims, they were in a voluminous ball bag and hung tantalizingly low. Wanda lifted his sac, pulled both testicles down into the bottom of the bag, and squeezed the loose skin of his scrotum in her fist. The balls gave an impression of a miniature bottom in their shiny tight bag. Wanda balled her other fist and smashed it into his testicles. The crack of skin on skin made the other men watch fearfully. Then she hit again and again – twenty times in all. The man had not made a sound, but his face had gone purple, and he appeared to be holding his breath. Suddenly, he vomited around his ball gag, and it splashed down on his chest.
“That’s loosened them up a bit,” said Wanda, “now let’s see how long we can stretch them before they tear out of his body. Wrenching the cords of a man’s balls is another way or increasing the agony of his already aching nuts. She took a leather parachute harness from her bag, fitted it over his swelling balls, and connected a thin white rope to the harness. Above the cross frame were a rail with various pulleys, chains and ropes. She connected the thin rope to a pulley and went to the wall, where a crank handle was attached to the other end. After taking up the slack, she turned the ratchet handle several clicks. The skin of his scrotum began to stretch upwards, and his body rose slightly to compensate. However, his binding prevented further movement, and as she clicked further, his skin continued to stretch until it was as tight as a guitar string. The man was screaming behind his gag, water pouring from his eyes.
“We’ll leave them to stretch out nicely, whilst I change my wet knickers,” Wanda said. “Then I’ll show you how to insert my special needles. Turning to the prisoners she said “back shortly, don’t go away”. The two girls left the chamber, and as they closed the door, the piteous groaning of their first three victims was cut off.
Wanda and Haley returned to the torture chamber 45 minutes later. The heat had increased, and both wore tight leather bikini tops and loose diaphanous skirts. Both had decided to abandon knickers to provide full access to each other’s bodies as their passions became aroused during their torturing. 
Wanda’s lean leggy body, bronzed by the sun, looked magnificent – her firm high breasts thrust upward by her bikini bra, her nipples erect under the soft leather. Haley’s long blond hair was damp with exertion, her slim body shiny with perspiration, and her cleavage glistened under the bright lights. During their break, both girls had spent most of the time writhing passionately together on the bed in Wanda’s workshop, bringing each other to multiple orgasms.
“Right,” said Wanda, “two more to get started on, but first, let’s check on the others”. They both moved towards the first prisoner whose testicles had swollen to twice their normal size since their earlier brutal squeezing. Although he had stopped groaning, sweat was still dripping from his body, and his terrified eyes followed them as they moved between his legs. Wanda lifted his balls and squeezed them down to the bottom of his scrotum. The other prisoners watched in dreaded anticipation. 
“This is what I call my ‘twister'” said Wanda with a grin, “a lovely way to neuter a man. Five turns should do it.” Pulling his testicles away from his body, she turned them 180 degrees. Holding them in position with her left hand, her right hand twisted them another half turn. At three turns, his scrotal skin above his balls began to resemble a pink rope. His stomach had lifted and he began to squeak behind his gag. At three and a half turns, his eyes were tight shut, and his body began to shake. At four turns, he became rigid and silent in his incredible agony. The prisoner now realized that his manhood would not survive this onslaught. “Now it gets difficult,” said Wanda, trying to avoid letting his balls unwind. “You have to use all your strength to get them to five turns.”. She now used both hands to wrench his testicles around. Swollen from their previous treatment, they looked enormous under the tight shiny skin of his sac. As Wanda applied even more pressure, the skin just below his cock, now reduced to the thickness of a pencil, tore open exposing the twisted cords and veins. This made it easier for Wanda to continue her twisting, and she made two more complete turns, and as Haley looked on in awe, she saw the cords tighten down to almost nothing before rending apart with an audible snap. In Wanda’s hand laid the man’s testicles, and she placed them on his chest. His eyes opened, focused on his balls, then uptilted showing the whites, and he passed into unconsciousness. 
“Jesus,” said Haley, “I’ve just come again.”
Taking some stainless steel instruments from her bag, Wanda applied surgical clamps to the blood vessels between his legs and stanched the main bleeding. “He’ll keep until we finished with the others,” said Wanda, moving on to the second prisoner. The second prisoner’s scrotum was swollen and shiny. Blood and bodily fluids surrounded his crushed ball. As they approached the man was frantically shaking his head in a silent plea. “As I said earlier, Haley”, instructed Wanda, “once you’ve burst a ball, it makes the bag swell and the intact one is difficult to torture. To overcome this, you hold the complete scrotum in both hands like this and squeeze together as though you are praying. The fluids in the bag will slowly travel back up into his body. Now, you remember I said it is difficult to bust a ball by squeezing alone. Let me show you how you can do it. 
The man’s scrotum had deflated after Wanda’s prayer squeeze, and his intact testicle showed plump and rounded through the mush of his crushed nut. Wanda interlinked her fingers to form a large cup, pushed his remaining testicle down onto her fingers, and placed her two thumbs together with her thumbnails adjacent and pointing into the middle of the organ. 
“All you do is push your thumbnails down hard into the middle of his ball meat and you will feel the wall begin to distort. Keep pushing downwards as hard as you can, and when you feel your nails penetrate and rupture the wall, pull your thumbs apart to rip open the flesh. Your nails should be blunt otherwise there is a danger of tearing the ball bag.”. The prisoner began to make a strangled gurgling noise, and semen tinged with blood began to seep from the eye of his cock. Haley watched Wanda’s thumbs sink deeply into the bulging testicle, and then she saw her pull her thumbs slowly apart. Both heard a wet tearing sound as the fibrous wall of the gland tore open and the compressed contents squelched into the sac. Her thumbs now sank almost completely through the ball as she wrenched it into two halves. Haley was amazed that the scrotal skin had not torn.
Wanda took a metal clamp from her bag and fastened it tightly to the top of his scrotum. “That’ll stop him from internal bleeding until we have finished here,” she said, as she turned to the third man. This man’s torment had not diminished at all during the girls’ break, as the tension on his scrotum had remained almost constant. He was moaning gently and dripping with perspiration. “Now Haley, do you see how his ball bag has stretched?” Wanda flicked the taught skin with her fingers. “The skin around a man’s balls is amazingly strong and elastic when you consider how thin it is. Whilst we’ve been playing with the others, his balls have been pulled another six inches from his body. Feel the pipes inside the neck – tight as bowstrings”.
Haley used her fingers to flatten out the taught skin, allowing the various veins and cords to show through. “I’m amazed how many pipes and stuff there is connecting a man’s nuts,” said Haley, twanging the cords like a harpist. Wanda went to the ratchet handle and clicked it four times. The prisoner’s moaning turned to a long screech as the tension increased and the skin of his scrotum thinned under the pressure. Below the parachute ball harness, his huge bright red testicles were straining the scrotal skin to its limit.
“We should be able to get them stretched to over a foot before we’re finished” Wanda grinned at Haley. “Let’s get stuck into the last two”. Wanda, of course, knew that this next man was the captured enemy intelligence officer. The whole of the preceding torture session was for his benefit – to scare the m
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