The Turbo Testicle Swirly

"Hey! Don't bring him in here!" the girls fixing their makeup at the mirrors shouted.

"Oh, don't be a baby!" Stephanie laughed as she dragged Ethan into the girls' restroom by his underwear. His tightie whities were stretched all the way up to his shoulders, stupid white cotton reaching out of his cargo shorts like an unfurled parachute. Stephanie grabbed his waistband in a two-handed underarm grip, lifting him almost off the floor, pulling him forward across the linoleum by his heels. His eyes were enormous, and his face was bright red as he made eye contact with the annoyed girls at the sinks. His jaw was clamped shut trying not to wail in pain, but his panicked, spread-legged wiggling and his hands flailing around his crotch betrayed the terrible pain coursing through his ass and balls. His ass crack burned from the tight, dry, cotton friction, and the upward force felt like it was going to rip his cheeks and hips in half. His balls were squashed tight, aching with humiliating, shuddering pain in the brutal wedgie.

Stephanie tugged on his underwear even harder, fully pulling him off the floor.

“EEeeeEEIIOOUU!!” Ethan wailed, his mouth falling open. Wrenching pain spasmed through his trapped nuts, squashed by his own underwear, squeezed against each other in his crushed sack with threatening force.

Stephanie laughed. She was huge, nearly six and a half feet tall, and her body was wide and full with muscle. She had been a member of the school’s coed wrestling team before her finishing move – “The Hyper Kancho Drill” – sent one too many boys to the nurse’s office. She was wearing a faded sweater that could barely contain her flexing shoulder muscles, biceps, and braless boobs. Her faded jeans were torn in several places, making windows for her rippling, tan leg muscles to shine through.

“Come on, Nerd!” Stephanie said. “Time for your swirly!”

“No-OOoO!” Ethan squealed.

His high-pitched scream echoed out into the hall, where curious girls peeked in the doorway, a growing crowd of smirking faces, all swarming into the restroom, filling the space suddenly, packing together for their sadistic entertainment. The stalls were emptied as women quickly finished their business to watch the show.

All except one. Julie remained in the second stall. Her workout shorts and green bikini cut panties remained around her flip-flop wearing feet. She stood with her hands over her pussy, wide-hipped bubble butt and curvy, petite legs completely naked. The toilet behind her was very full. She had been interrupted by Stephanie and Ethan’s entrance. She looked at the walls of the stall, listening to the shuffling of feet and the squeaking wails of Ethan’s protest. Her hands tightened around her pussy as she grew excited. She secretly loved watching Stephanie bully the boys. She loved their pained buckling when she randomly wedgied them in the halls. She loved their crumpled, spasming reactions to her leg swinging up and slamming against their balls from behind. She had loved watching Stephanie’s wrestling matches where the squirming boys were pinned and the seats of their wrestling singlets were ripped open, exposing their peachy shuddering, terrified asses to everyone before Stephanie reeled her hand back, two fingers extended, to the horror and anticipation and laughter of the infectious crowd. If she left the stall now, she would have to force her way through all of the other gathered girls.

Unless? Julie, her bottoms still around her ankles, awkwardly stood on top of the toilet seat and peeked over the top of the stall.

The other girls were so busy focusing on Ethan that they didn’t notice Julie’s face peek over the stall. Ethan was struggling, gripping the walls of the stall and the toilet for dear life, trying so hard to avoid his watery doom.

“DUNK HIS HEAD! DUNK HIS HEAD!” the girls started shouting.

The school toilets had been replaced recently. The regular, white porcelain toilets had been replaced with stainless steel models. Industrial strength, hydraulic powered toilets that the school had gotten at a discount. The toilet bowl water rippled beneath Ethan’s squirming body. He saw his altered reflection in the water. Stephanie yanked on his briefs, trying to lift him by his ass to dunk him headfirst and upside down in the water.

“YEEOOWW!!” Ethan yelped. His knees buckled. His tightie whities made sharp ripping noises as the stretched seat of his briefs started to fall apart in Stephanie’s claws.

“Stop struggling, you pussy!” Stephanie said. Her leg extended and she stepped on the back of Ethan’s head, shoving him into the water with her foot.

SPLOOSH

The girls laughed. Ethan’s arms flapped around, trying to find their grip on the toilet bowl. He was submerged to his shoulders in the cold toilet water, which tasted like tap water, but carried a vague after taste of sewage and bitter bodily fluids.

Stephanie reached over and pulled the lever.

“BBLLRRUURLLBB!!!”

Ethan’s gargled wails bubbled up from the swirling water. His head was sucked down into the whirlpool by the turbo hydraulic flush. His face was squashed against the bottom of the bowl and his mouth was sucked into the sloping pipe opening at the bottom.

“BBLLRRRbbb!! BBLLRMMBBLLB!!!” Ethan screamed.

Stephanie, who had let go of his underwear, was gleefully recording Ethan with her phone in one hand and pressing the lever over and over with the other. Ethan’s hands gripped the sides of the bowl and he tried pulling himself out, but the strength of the flush was too powerful. Bent over like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand, Ethan wriggled and tugged in vain, splashing toilet water all over himself and the floor. In his futile wiggling, the top button of his shorts came undone. The cargo shorts slowly descended his struggling hips, slipping over practically naked asscheeks – his underwear shoved so deep into his asscrack it the entirety of his twerking cheeks were exposed – before sliding down his skinny legs and falling to the floor with a pathetic cloth THUMP.

The girls whooped at the practically half-naked Ethan with his head shoved in the toilet bowl. His stupid briefs were vacuumed sealed around his cock and balls. The long, stretched waistband and seat of his underwear flopped around like a ridiculous tattered cape for his ass.

Laughing, Stephanie’s hand reared back before slamming against Ethan’s buttcheeks.

SMACCCKK!!

“BBBLRLRrnbb!!” Ethan gurgled. His body shuddered from the impact. Bright red handprints were already decorating his trembling cheeks. Stephanie’s arm reeled back, spanking the trapped boy ass again and again.

Julie watched over the stall, her body stirring. Her fingers were moving on their own, rubbing herself as she watched, rubbing faster with each impact.

It took less than a minute, but it felt so much longer, the humiliation heightening the experience and slowing down time. Stephanie let go of the lever and tugged Ethan out of the bowl by his shoulders with a wet, suction POP-ing sound.

Ethan gasped for air. His hair was soaked. His eyes were huge. He sputtered toilet water out of his nose. A pink lipstick-like ring had formed around his mouth where it had been sucked into the pipe.

The girls giggled.

“WHAT’RE YOU TRYING TO DO, RIP MY FACE OFF!?” Ethan sputtered.

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed at him. The gears in her mind were turning.

“No. But that does give me an idea. Girls! Get his panties off!”

“Wait-WHA-HEY!!” Ethan screamed and struggled in protest, but dozens of hands grabbed at his body and his underwear, pulling at it, trying to yank it out of his asscrack. Hands pulled his legs apart and held back his arms.

“q-QUIT IT!” Ethan stammered.

Hands pulled down the front of his briefs. His dick sprung free. It was rapidly growing, stiffening, the mushroom head of it swelling under the unwanted, violent attention of the giggling, scrambling girl gang.

Julie’s breath sharpened with horny focus. She leaned against the stall, squishing her boobs, her erect nipples against the divider. Juices dripped from her active, stroking fingers.

Ethan’s wedgied underwear was peeled, with a dry scraping sound, out of his ass.

“EEe-EEE!” Ethan yelped, cotton-y rug burns stinging across every surface of his asscrack.

Stephanie, with the assistance of the other girls, lifted him up, spreading his legs, aiming his half-erect penis and his shrunken, aching, nervous balls toward the toilet bowl.

Julie gasped, trembling with excitement. A pussy juice coated hand went up to cover her shocked open mouth.

Ethan, looking at the toilet, took a second longer to realize what was going to happen.

“WAIT! YOU’RE GOING TO RIP MY BALLS OFFF!!” he shrieked.

The girls just laughed harder.

Ethan’s naked bottom was plopped, unceremoniously into the toilet bowl. He shuddered, shivered, at the cold water enveloping his cock and balls and ass, toilet water splashing up his back and belly, soaking his t-shirt. His half-erect dick stuck awkwardly out of the water, pointing at the lifted toilet seat.

He immediately tried to get up, his legs fighting with panicked superhuman strength to free his poor balls from the whirlpool of oncoming testicle torture, but a dozen hungry hands grabbed his shoulders and shoved his balls right back down, dunking him like a human teabag.

Stephanie pulled the handle.

FFLL-LOOOSHH!!

“oH-OOHHUUU!!!!” Ethan howled immediately. Gallons of water slammed against his dangling floating nuts, yanking them and his whole body with them, into the opening at the bottom of the bowl.

“SHIT! OH SHITTT!!” Ethan screamed. His ballsack was stretched, tugged into the pipe opening at the bottom of the whirlpool. His precious eggs were stirred, jostled, scrambled against the walls of the pipe, by the assault of rushing water pressure, slammed against every surface.

“AAHHH!! AAIEEEE!!!” Ethan wailed, trembling, kicking, shaking, pulling against the turbo testicle swirly and the laughing whooping girls holding him down, but his body was aching and doubling over at the same time, losing strength with every second of ballbusting aquatic torture. Stephanie kept pressing the lever, flushing his nuts again and again, sending screaming, electric, smashing pain through his testicles, making his stomach swirl with nausea, his brain spark with instinctual animal reactions to pain and survival. His penis, was growing, sticking out of the water with a full, pathetic erection. The pain and adrenaline was awakening something shameful and primal in his dick, and it pulsed in the swirling water above his stretched, battered ballsack.

Julie was no longer just rubbing herself. She had flattened her arm between her body and the stall separator. She was leaning forward on her tip toes, grinding her pussy against her fingers, riding and rubbing and humping herself with desperate fury. Sweat dripped from her scalp while she watched the cock and ball waterboarding, invisible to everyone there. Mist from the swirling, splashing toilet water rose to her bloodshot, watering, staring eyes. Her naked asscheeks jiggled with each grinding motion, her legs taught, knees and hips shifting and squirming, desperate to coax an orgasm from herself. Her fingers were in overdrive, pulling from every past masturbation muscle memory, every previous technique, rubbing her clit and pussy and lips in all of her favorite ways, following the glowing, warm, gasping feelings of sick sadistic voyeuristic pleasure swelling through her and electrifying her brain.

“OOuuuUUUuEEeeee…” Ethan squeaked. His voice was tiny and several octaves higher. He was fully doubled over in pain and shock.

Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, Stephanie stopped pulling the lever.

“uuuhhllll….” Ethan whimpered. The toilet bowl drained, finally able to complete its flush.

Stephanie grabbed the back of Ethan’s toilet water soaked shirt and lifted him up ass-first, presenting his naked ass and tortured balls to the other girls. Ethan looked down in shame, watching the toilet bowl empty until all the water was gone and it was just a wet steel bowl.

“See! It didn’t rip your nuts off!” Stephanie laughed.

His balls dangled behind his still erect cock. They were red and purple and swollen, a complete mess.

Several dozen phone shutters clicked as the girls photographed his bruised nuts, his taint, his peachy skinny little butt, and his puckered asshole peeking out from his cheeks.

Peaking over the stall, Julie was growing furious. She was losing momentum. The spreading guilt of watching Ethan’s defeated ballbusted body was fighting her urges.

But then Stephanie let go of Ethan’s shirt.

Ethan’s body descended balls-first toward the empty toilet bowl. With a meaty and metallic thud his testicles slammed against the bottom of the bowl, crushed under his own body weight.

His tenderized nuts were squashed flat and geysers of cum were forced out of his balls and through his dick where they splattered against the toilet seat in pumping, cascading ropes, the full contents of his testicles forced out of him; the girls gasped and squealed and made shocked “EEEWWWw” sounds; Ethan’s eyes crossed and he let out a final moaning “oouuUUUGGHH!!!” of absolute pain and pleasure before passing out; Julie, her fire rekindled by Ethan’s forced ejaculation, twisted and shook and came; whole body –  but her bubble butt especially –  violently vibrating, she squashed her face with her glazed eyes and chubby cheeks against the stall separator; throaty moans escaped from her; her fluids dribbled between the network of her rubbing fingers cupping her pussy; bliss burned through every cell in her gasping form like flaring, burning fireworks.