Somehow in my spare time, I thought, what if suddenly...

Some time ago, at my leisure, I thought, what if suddenly...

First story: I love walking naked in the most unusual places and creating different situations for an adrenaline rush. So one time I'm walking along a wide forest belt near a populated area completely naked and looking around. People are walking along the road and cars are passing by. And I'm just three meters away, completely naked, and no one sees me. My heart is ready to jump out of my chest. Suddenly, someone slaps me on the shoulder from behind.

"Gotcha. Been watching you for three days," said a guy from behind, roughly my age and height, just with a more solid build.

He turned me

to face him and immediately grabbed my cock and balls.

"Looking for adventures. Consider that you've found them. You scared my girlfriend a week ago. Now it's my turn to scare you," he said.

I got scared and didn't know what to say. My cock was ready to burst from excitement just a minute ago, but now it was slowly deflating in his hands. He tripped me, and a second later I was lying on the grass near his feet. My cock and balls were still tightly squeezed in his strong hand. He slowly squeezed them and looked into my eyes. I reached out my hand to help free my balls and cock, but he beat me to it and, kicking them aside with his foot, put his foot on my stomach.

"Say goodbye to your property," he said, and firmly squeezing my cock and balls with both hands, began to twist them or wring them out of me. After doing that for a turn or two, he put his other foot between mine and, bracing one on my stomach and the other on the ground, began to pull my cock and balls. I felt a sharp pain and started to scream, but couldn't even utter two words before he suddenly straightened up sharply and yanked on my genitals. I felt like all my insides were being pulled out, and everything mixed with pain and swam before my eyes. The last thing I saw was him shaking my torn-off cock and balls in front of my face, then throwing them nearby and trampling them. I only came to in the hospital, but after the operation, and there was nothing between my legs.

Where my cock and balls went – I don't know, they couldn't be found. Maybe he buried them in the ground, or while the ambulance was on its way, dogs dragged them off and ate them.

After feedback, I'll write another fantasy of mine.

"And could you undress for me right now?"

"What, right here? People are walking around," I said, surprised.

"No. We can go over there in those bushes," and she pointed towards a dense thicket. I knew it well and often hid there naked and masturbated. I immediately agreed and went into the bushes. I took everything off and, choosing a convenient moment, showed myself to her in a gap, stark naked. She looks at me and laughs, then gestures for me to walk over to those trees, and I started making my way between the branches, often freezing and waiting for a walking couple or just passersby to go by. When I found myself at the indicated spot, I peeked out and looked at the bench where Vika was sitting. She wasn't there, and I suddenly got scared. My clothes were about a hundred meters away, and people were walking around, though not right nearby.

"Well, I'm really in it now," I thought, realizing there was no other way but to make my way back unnoticed and aimlessly. There was nothing to do, and I crawled on all fours back through the bushes. After about five minutes, I bumped my head into a woman's leg and looked up. It was Vika. She was standing among the bushes, looking at me and laughing.

"Well, you really look like a male dog, though I don't know that breed yet," she said, laughing.

I was a little offended by the comparison, but her laughter also cheered me up a bit. I wanted to stand up, and just as I started to rise and straighten up, something sharp suddenly pushed me back to the ground from behind. I turned around and saw a girl about the same age as Vika and just as pretty.

"Lie down and don't move, or we'll call for help," she said.

"This is my friend. Lena," said Vika.

"Can I get dressed?" I asked them and looked under the bush where I had put my pants and shirt – I didn't have anything else on except sneakers.

"There's your clothes," and Vika pointed towards the bench.

"Go and get dressed," they both smirked, Vika and Lena.

People were walking by, and I couldn't do it, and standing on all fours, with Lena's foot still on my back, I addressed them.

"Vika, please bring me my pants at least."

"Now we'll call, and those two with batons will bring you pants and a shirt and whatever you wish," Lena said, laughing.

I looked in the direction they were pointing from the bushes and saw two patrolmen walking slowly along the path, slapping a baton against their palm and looking around.

"Not that," I said.

"Then be quiet and listen to us. Adventure seeker," said Vika.

Her voice was no longer that of the cheerful girl I had been confiding in half an hour ago, sitting on the bench and walking in the park.

"We already saw you last month, crawling naked through the bushes. We were sitting right on this bench, and you were standing over there and jerking off, looking somewhere," Lena suddenly told me.

"Well, now we'll remind you," Vika said, now seriously.

In a matter of seconds, I was already lying on my back, and Lena's foot was on my stomach, pressing a sharp stiletto heel into the area of my navel.

"Maybe we should turn him in," said Lena.

"Why, he'll be useful to us ourselves," Vika replied and, coming closer to me, took off her panties right in front of my eyes and stuffed them into my mouth, pushing them in completely.

"Vika, what are you planning?" asked Lena.

"You'll see now," she replied mysteriously.

They tied my hands and feet and began to arouse my slightly deflated cock, and then Vika, taking it and my balls in both hands, began to squeeze them and, looking into my eyes, just chuckled.

"Len, maybe we should tear everything off him so he doesn't suffer and scare others," Vika asked and pulled up my genitals.

"What are you doing, Vika?" Lena exclaimed.

"What, I can easily do it," Vika replied and again squeezed my balls and cock with all her might.

I groaned, but couldn't utter a word. Vika's panties were in my mouth.

"Look, he likes it, he even started groaning," Vika replied with a laugh.

"Well, as you know," said Lena, and stepped aside, removing her foot from my stomach.

"Len, where are you going, who will help me?" Vika exclaimed.

"No, I can't," Lena replied.

"Well, you can at least hold him, I can't do two things at once," said Vika.

"Well, if only to hold," Lena replied and came over to me.

She put her foot on my stomach and pressed down.

"Is this okay?" she asked Vika.

"Yeah," she replied and, squeezing my genitals, began to sort of unscrew them. I groaned and jerked. It was very painful. Then she began to twist and pull in the other direction. Then she lowered my cock and took only my balls in her hands. Firmly squeezing them, she pulled upward. I stretched after her as best I could. A sharp pain enveloped me in the area of my balls and entire perineum. Then Vika eased the tension, and I sighed, and suddenly she jerked sharply on my balls and almost fell, jumping back to the side. A sharp pain pierced me, and in Vika's hand dangled my scrotum with my balls inside.

"Well, you're something! I thought you were joking," Lena said, surprised.

"Guys like this don't understand jokes," Vika replied.

"Let's get out of here," she said next and, throwing my balls onto my chest, they left the bushes.

Everything was like in a fog, and I didn't understand anything anymore. Only the sound of a siren brought me to consciousness for a short time, and I started to sink somewhere again. I only came to in the hospital on the third day. Of course, I didn't have any balls, but my cock was in place. Good thing they didn't have enough strength, or I might have been left without a cock too, I thought, and turning on my side, fell asleep again.

Third story: Many times I sat or lay and thought about how to make up my mind and crush my cock and balls, and I wanted to do it as if by accident, but I couldn't think of anything. And I simply lacked the courage or determination to crush or squeeze them myself. The solution came on its own. It was spring-cool, and I kept closing the doors behind me, but they were a bit warped and would open again after a while. The weatherstripping had torn off, and I was too lazy to nail on a new one, and summer was ahead, and in summer I never closed the doors. My friend Dimka was supposed to come on the weekend, and I decided to transfer my idea onto him. But so he wouldn't refuse, I decided to arrange everything so that he would do it as if by accident. And so Saturday came.

There was about an hour left until the bus arrived. I hung a curtain on the door and opened it. Because of it, behind the doors, I couldn't be seen. All that was left was to make up my mind, and rummaging in the medicine drawer, I found two painkilling injections. They had been given to me two years ago after breaking a finger on my hand, and two were left. I quickly injected them into the groin area right near the cock from three sides and began to wait. Soon I felt them starting to work, and I went to the door.

There were about ten minutes left until Dimka's arrival. Standing behind the door, I pushed my cock and balls through the gap near the hinges and pressed tightly against the gap to push as much of my genitals as possible into the door jamb. The hinges were old, forged, and when opening, they moved the door aside by about three centimeters, so it wasn't difficult for me to push all my property into it. Soon I heard the gate click and froze. I still had a chance to pull everything out and cancel what I had planned, but the painkiller gave me confidence, and I pressed even harder against the gap in the door jamb. Dimka walked through the door into the room and didn't even try to close it behind him. Then I remembered, he knew that I generally didn't close the doors in warm weather, and seeing them open, he thought I had opened them on purpose. I was about to pull my cock out of the jamb when I felt the door starting to move away from me, and in a fraction of a second, it slammed shut.

"Why don't you close the door behind you?" was all I heard, followed by something thudding dully.

Although I had given myself the injection, I still felt a slight pain and ache in the area of my balls. But at that moment, what scared me most of all was who he had come with. After all, he had written that he was coming alone. Through the door, I heard a faint female voice and Dimka calling for the hosts. I couldn't reach the door handle; I was just a few centimeters short. Suddenly the door opened again, lightly hitting me on the shoulder, and I heard Dimka's voice.

"Seryoga, where are you? Lena and I have already arrived," he said, calling me.

Then I realized his wife had come with him. Although I had only seen her twice, and she knew about my inclinations, right now I simply didn't recognize her and got very scared. When everything became clear, and I understood that she had closed the door behind her and crushed both my cock and balls in the jamb, I calmed down and quietly said from behind the door.

"I'm here."

By this time, I had already pulled my flattened cock and beginning-to-swell balls out of the jamb and slowly started to come out from behind the door, simultaneously trying to hide all my property in my pants, but I didn't have time. Dimka opened the door faster than me and saw everything with his own eyes. There was no point in hiding anymore, and I explained to him in three words what I was doing there. He laughed and called Lena.

"Lena, come here. You closed the door behind you and thereby turned all Seryoga's property into scrambled eggs," he said, unable to hold back his laughter. Lena immediately came over and started apologizing, and I had to explain everything to her too, so they wouldn't blame themselves. Then I said I did it on purpose, and that I simply lacked the courage to close the door myself and pinch my cock and balls. Now Lena laughed too and looked at my gear, which I hadn't yet managed to hide. I had to resort to her medical help – she worked as a paramedic on an ambulance. The strong compression in the jamb had damaged the skin on my cock in several places, and it had split, but that was nothing – minor stuff, except that the whole cock was one big bruise. Here I was lucky that the door was old, and although the jamb closed it tightly, under strong compression a gap could form. This saved my cock from severe skin tears and its fracture. It simply ended up in the jamb along its length. But my balls weren't so lucky. I thought they might flatten a bit and slip out, and in trial runs that's what happened, but here they got into the very corner of the jamb and were crushed from above by my cock. By morning they had swollen even more, and I started to run a slight fever. Lena made up her mind, felt them, and delivered the verdict. My balls had simply burst and were crushed and needed to be urgently removed. It took us a lot of effort to persuade her not to call an ambulance and to remove them herself. Dimka had once told me that she had castrated two-month-old piglets at her parents' in the village.

"Lena. I'm a real piglet, meeting guests like this. So do it as if I were a piglet," I said the decisive phrase and made her laugh with it, and she gave in.

An hour later, I was already lying in bed with a bandaged scrotum, and my balls, burst into three parts and severely flattened, were lying on a plate that stood nearby on a stool.

"Well, got what you wanted?" Dimka asked me.

"Now it won't tempt you to stick it where it doesn't belong," he added.

"Well, there's not really anything to stick anymore," Lena added with a smile.

That's the story.

Fourth story: Without denying myself the habit of walking naked in the forest and showing myself to passing cars, that I'm a nudist and I like it, I was wandering again along the forest edge about fifty meters from the road, along which cars occasionally passed, and if they noticed me, they honked. Either in solidarity, or as if to shoo me away. I didn't know I had already been seen and they decided to ambush me, so I boldly waved back and walked on. Suddenly, two guys came out from behind the pine trees and instantly, without giving me time to recover, caught me and twisted my arms behind my back.

"Gotcha now," said one.

"What are we going to do with him?" replied the second.

"We'll flatten him a bit now. He'll know," explained the first.

I got scared and started to struggle. I knew the forest well and could run too, but they were stronger and held me tightly. If I had broken free then, I definitely could have run away and wouldn't have left them a chance, but then I panicked and got scared.