Lost Bet and Frozen Balls [Scat Version]

The toes of Michael's ice skates pointed together, trembling. The sun was shining high in the clear sky. It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring. The cold air was offset by the warmth of the sun, but it was still so cold that snow blanketed the ground and the lake was frozen over.

Michael took another trembling, shivering baby step across the lake. Even with the sun, he was still freezing. Mainly because he was wearing nothing but his hands clamped over his aching, freezing junk and the ice skates on his feet.

"Come on, Michael! I want to see some figure eights! It's no fun if you just waddle across the ice!"

Michael turned with a glaring pout on his face. Rebecca was standing on the shore next to the pile of his discarded clothes. She was hopping up and down on her boots, fully bundled up in winter wear, a thermos in one hand. A bright, sunny, and sadistic smile was plastered across her face. Her dark glowing eyes were completely on him, spotlights, taking in every inch of his naked, humiliated body. His broad but lean back, his toned legs, the curve of his spine as he tucked his round, soft butt inward as if trying to hide it from the cold air and her gaze. Nervous sweat decorated his body, making him even colder.

Michael sneezed. His hands left his crotch on impulse to cover his face, but then they shot back down as the cold air snapped at his shriveled dick and balls.

"OoOOh!!" Rebecca taunted from the shore. Michael's stomach swirled with bitter shame. He had known Rebecca since high school where she used to bully him with almost daily wedgies, cutting apart his ass with his underwear and crushing his balls with his tightie whities while she gripped the waistband with steel fingertips. If he was especially unlucky, she would drag him into the girl's restroom and shove his head in the nearest toilet bowl. She would hoist him up by his underpants and dunk him upside down in the foul-smelling toilet water. She would leave the stall open while he gurgled and squealed, and the other girls would gather around to laugh at his humiliation.

That all changed when they both got into college. Mostly, Michael thought, because he finally hit his growth spurt and was now much taller and bigger and stronger than her. It took most of the semester to get over his fear of her, and to not clench his cheeks when he heard her walking behind him. But once he found out that she didn't intend to bully him from before, they developed a mostly friendly rivalry to see who could get the best grade in their calculus class. This reached its climax during finals week when Michael suggested that the loser go ice skating as punishment. While completely naked.

He thought this would be his chance to get revenge on Rebecca. Unfortunately, he completely overslept, showed up late to the final exam, and was deducted points as a result.

"You're going to fall flat on your face if you keep trying to skate like that!" Rebecca shouted. As if on cue, Michael teetered forward, and had to throw his hands out in front of himself to stop from slamming his nose right into the ice.

His face turned bright red, and he took a deep breath. He could feel Rebecca's eyes on him. Michael swallowed hard. He just had to get this over with. His eyes darted down to his freezing junk. The thought crossed his mind to rub them with his hands to warm them up, but he couldn't give Rebecca that extra humiliation.

Slowly, Michael turned around and began to skate around the circumference of the pond, his arms by his side for balance.

"WHOOOO!!" Rebecca cheered, loud enough to sound like a whole crowd of girls. Micheal leaned forward, his chest and stomach muscles flexing, moving quickly across the ice. He turned, following the pond's edge, and made the mistake of looking in Rebecca's direction. Her eyes were cast down, toward his crotch, a sadistic smirk on her face. She was devouring the sight of his shrunken, raisin testicles with her eyes, his stubby dick, shrunken by the cold.

"I should have brought my magnifying glass!" Rebecca laughed while holding up her pinky.

Michael fumed and his stomach churned with shame. His dick was usually average-sized, but the freezing air was not doing him any favors as he cut through it and it whipped across his skin.

Michael turned on the far edge of the pond, ready to complete the circuit and reclaim him clothes, but in his anger, he turned too quickly. He flailed for a second and landed with his legs spread right onto the ice.

"OOOUUGGHHH!!!" he screamed. He landed right on his balls, crushing them under his body, brutal pain shooting into his guts, sapping the strength from him, leaving his knees numb and weak.

From the other side of the pond, almost a hundred feet away, Rebecca laughed. She couldn't see from that distance, but it looked like he had fallen right on his ass and not that he crushed his testicles against the unrelenting ice.

"Shake it off! Your ass will recover!" she cackled.

Fingertips crawling at the surface of the ice, Michael slowly tried to get up. His teeth were clenched together. Nausea and pain swirled through his whole nervous system, but he was determined to not let Rebecca know that he flattened his own nuts. With wobbly feet he positioned himself in a small, curled squat and then tried to stand.

"AAAIEEEEE!!!" Michael shrieked in animal pain. He was only able to rise a few inches before he descended back down into his tiny squat, but now gripping the ice with his hands to stay as stable as possible on his skates.

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. Concern shifted onto her face.

"HEY! Are you all right?" she shouted.

Michael, curled up in a ball on his ice skates, looked around with darting eyes.

"I-I'M STUCK!" he shouted, his quavering terrified voice cracking as it traveled across the lake.

"What do you mean, you're stuck?" Rebecca said. She was starting to walk across the ice in her boots, the crunching of each step growing louder.

"I mean I'm stuck!" Michael said as Rebecca's figure grew larger and larger.

When she was standing over him, Michael hung his head trying to hide from her.

She arched her eyebrows and then lowered her head, lying flat on the ground, and what she saw made a big grin grow across her face.

Between Michael's feet, under his round little ass, was his sweaty ballsack, completely stuck to the surface of the ice like a tongue to a frozen pole.

"Holy shit!" Rebecca gasped, rising to her knees, covering her grinning face with her mittens.

"wh-what are we going to do?" Michael stammered.

Rebecca was removing her mittens while Michael hung his head. He was completely unprepared for her warm hands to be placed on his cold back.

"H-HEY!" Michael yelled. His impulse was to jerk away, but he was completely nailed to the ice by his balls, and any sudden movement would tug and stretch his sensitive sack.

Rebecca ignored him. Her hands traveled down his back, her warm breath against his skin. Her palms cupped his asscheeks, groping them in her fingers.

"r-Rebecca...." Michael whined. He wanted to fidget but he didn't dare move. His tiny, half-frozen dick was growing warm and hot, bobbing upward and becoming erect.

Rebecca's fingers slid down his crack, running across his sweat, and her index finger curled, plunging up into his asshole, invading the sanctity of his masculine ass, treating it like a plaything for her rigid fingers ending in pointy, painful fingernails.

"R-REBECCAA!" Michael shrieked, his dick springing to its full five-inch length.

Rebecca withdrew her finger with a little snicker. Her hand danced down, across his taint and to the stretched skin of his ballsack. She prodded, tugging at the skin with her fingers, running her fingertips against the still-sore eggs stuck to the freezing ice, which were growing more numb and aching with each passing second.

"rrebeccaaa..." Michael whimpered, wincing. His dick was pulsing between his legs, pointing up and forward like a missile, crying out for attention.

Rebecca stopped exploring with her hands and stood up.

She looked over him with a contemplative frown. "Yep. They're stuck fast. Our only option is to rip them off."

Michael's dick wilted instantly. "WHAT?!"

Rebecca placed her hands on his trembling shoulders.

"If I push you with enough force, you'll slide forward across the ice and they should rip right off!" she said, cheerfully.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Micheal gasped. His head twisted around to try and look Rebecca in the eye, his own eyes wide with panic. His stomach swirled with cramping, shifting despair.

"Oh, don't be such a baby!" Rebecca snickered. "It's not like you were using them for anything anyway!"

"Oh GOdddd...!" Michael screamed trembling, huddling, guts sinking, but there was nowhere to run.

"It will be just like ripping off a band-aid!" Rebecca said. She lowered her hands, placing them on his shoulders. She leaned forward ever so slightly.

"On the count of three! One!..."

"OOOHHHH!!!" Michael wailed, anticipating the ripping terror of his testicles removed from between his legs. His stomach shook with nausea.

"Two....." Rebecca giggled.

"And three!" Rebecca shouted, at the same time - instead of pushing - pinching Michael's shoulders with her fingers.

"EEEEeeE!" Michael squealed with terror at the word "three" and the fingernails jabbing into his shoulders. His ass gurgled and squelched, and splattering, ropey turds belched out of his widening, terrified uncontrollably shitting asshole. Michael's watery shit splattered against the ice behind him, liquid diarrhea dribbling out of his now-muddy crack.

"Ewww! What the fuck?!" Rebecca shouted. She took a step back and waved her hands in front of her face to disperse the rising stench. Her disgust slowly turned into a shark-toothed grin as she took steps away from the pile of shit on the ice behind Michael.

"I can't believe you got so scared you shat yourself! I really had you there!"

"I-It's not funny!" Michael stammered.

Rebecca pulled out her phone, and started taking photos of Michael's trapped, huddled form and the mess that had exploded out of his ass.

"Rebecca! SToP!" Michael whined.

"It's just a few pics," Rebecca said. "You deserve it for almost shitting on my boots!"

He was starting to shiver more violently now. He had lost all feeling in his frozen balls, and it seemed like the rest of his body was starting to absorb the cold from the ice up through his trapped nuts.

"How are we going to get them freeEEE-AchoooOO!" he said, interrupted by his sneeze. His ass belched and sharted more rancid poo onto the surface of the lake.

Rebecca put her phone away. "I've got one more idea! Stay here!"

She took off across the ice, scrunching away on her boots.

Micheal pouted. The putrid warm stink behind him was drifting up through his nose. His knees were starting to cramp, and his skates were threatening to skid on the ice. He didn't know how much longer her could hold this pose.

"Ta-dah!"

Micheal turned up to look at Rebecca. She was holding her thermos in her hands like she was presenting a prize on a game show. The top had been removed and hot steam was drifting up from it.

"OH NO!" Michael yelped. He looked around in a panic, every inch of his body trying to run away.

Rebecca approached behind him and settled on the ice on her knees.

"OH YES! If this doesn't defrost your nuts, nothing will!"

"R-rebecca, there's got to be another way, that has to be burning ho-aAAAH!!"

Without warning, Rebecca started pouring the scalding hot cocoa onto Michael's freezing ass. The burning liquid dripped across and down his cheeks, scorched across his crack and trickled down to roast his poor nuts.

"OW! OW! OW! OW!" Michael hissed through his clenched jaw. Steam was rising up from his body, sheering heat tortured his most sensitive skin. His balls and ass screamed with pain. Steam hissed from his nuts as the cocoa pooled around them, slowly defrosting them.

"I think it's working!" Rebecca said.

"GREAT! THAT's GREAT!" Michael winced. His ass and balls and face were turning bright red. Sweat was pouring down his face. His dick was shamefully growing erect from the heat and humiliation and pain, and he prayed that Rebecca's wide eyes were focused on his rear and not on his growing masochist cock.

As if on cue, Rebecca stood up and stood in front of Michael. Doubling over, he tried to maneuver his arms to cover his erection.

"ww-what are you doing?!"

"I'll get a better pour if I aim right for your crotch don't you think?" Rebecca grinned. "Most of it's running off your butt."

Michael bit his lip, but he did not move his arms.

"Come on! Open wide!" Rebecca said. She squatted down and started to try and pull his arms away from his crotch. Her movements pushed him slightly across the ice by painful centimeters, his burning, but still stuck balls, tugging at the ice with sparking pain. Struggling could push him backward against the ice and rip them off, so Michael, defeated, removed his arms.

"OHHH! Don't tell me you're enjoying this?!" Rebecca's eyes crossed, looking right down at Michael's dick pointing up at her face. She was so close that Michael could feel her breath across his own face.

"I-It's not that!" Michael said. "It's an involuntary reaction! It's the changing temperature and the liquid and the-"

"Uh-huh," Rebecca said, ignoring him, and up turning the thermos right on top of his cockhead.

"OHHH! OHHHHH!" Michael moaned and gasped. His eyes became enormous. His mouth was an open O of pain. His mushroom head was roasted, burning under the steaming liquid, but the pathetic cock only became harder and more rigid as if it could explode any second. The cocoa poured over his balls, completely soaking them. It felt like they were getting crushed under the heat and weight of the liquid, every sensitive nerve howling across his junk, wailing and sparking and aching and stabbing, thousands of humiliating sensations. His body shuddered as he fought back the urge to recoil from the liquid lava stream as that motion would leave his nuts remaining on the ice. The air became hot from the steam of his defrosting junk and the meaty smell of his roasting genitals filled the air between Rebecca and Michael's faces.

"OUUHHHHH!!!" Michael groaned. His eyes crossed. His dick had never been so hard, and he hated that fact with every ounce of his soul. His junk felt like it would light on fire and melt off all at once. His eggs were broiling in their sack while Rebecca casually hummed and poured a seemingly endless supply of cocoa. The icy surface of the ice was become wetter and wetter under the burning cocoa until – Michael's testicles suddenly became unstuck, slipping freely across the frozen lake surface instead of nailed to it.

"AAAIIEEEEEE!!!!" Michael shrieked. He pulled his body away from the cocoa and ran past Rebecca, knocking down, the seat of her pants colliding with the ice.

"HEY!"

Michael ignored her. He skated across the lake a top speed and launched himself into the air. He landed in the snow ass and crotch first with a HISSSSS, steam rising as his roasted ass, dick, and balls made contact with the snow.

"Uhhhgghhh..." Michael sighed.

He wiggled his hips into the snow, feeling the warmth and pain slowly sapped away from him. His had a stupid, slack smile across his face.

HONK HONK

Michael turned and his heart sank. Rebecca was getting into her car parked by the lake. In her arm she had his clothes in a bundle. His pants, his underwear, his keys.

“REBECCA!” Michael shouted. He ripped his skates off and ran in his socks across the snow, but Rebecca was already taking off at full speed, zipping down the forest road. Michael ran after her, his dick and balls and ass still bright, scorched, lobster red. His ass and balls jiggled, but his erection was still so hard it barely bobbed around as he ran.

“REBECCA!!!” He screamed. As he ran, he lost control of his bowels again, and started trailing shit from between his stinging, sore ass, decorating the road with a messy brown snail trail of his pathetic shame with a muddy SPPLLLRRTTTT.

“See you at the dorms, loser!” Rebecca said. She stuck her arm out her window and waved his stolen tightie whities like a flag of victory.