Squeeze Me Up Novels & Stories

The pressure was too much—circles that ground down, making sparks shoot up my spine. I came suddenly—violent, overwhelming. My pussy clamped around his cock in hard pulses, wetness flooding out to soak his balls and the cushion below. My scream was raw, throat aching from the squeeze earlier. My legs wrapped around his waist without permission—heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper even as I sobbed "Stop—please—can't take it—"

His first pick was a ball crusher, wood blocks and a tight screw. I’m laid back with my legs spread as ropes tie my ankles to the bedposts and pull me wide, my body opening without resistance, forced into position. My balls are pulled low in a parachute, leather straps holding weights that swing heavy, the stretch building slowly, tension creeping in with each second. The crusher blocks sandwich my nuts as the screw turns slowly, pressure building into a crushing ache that twists deep in my gut, each turn intentional and each second dragging longer than the last. “Beg for more crush.”

His fingers had loosened me but it didn't prepare me for the size. He pushed himself off me and his hand snaked my torso, smearing the precum along my abs, till his hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly. He pulled out completely and I winced at how sore I already was, then shoved it back in, the tip abusing my prostate.

I pulled out quickly and flipped her over on the desk, and using her hair as a leash I drew her neck up and circled one meaty hand around it. Without any warning, I snaked my hand around her throat and squeezed. The action made her pussy clamp down on my dick so tight, it made me lightheaded. I squeezed even harder, almost cutting off her circulation, and positioned my hips in and out of her as fast as humanly possible.

“Squeeze my cock just like that. Milk me while I ruin this perfect hole.” I obeyed as best as I could, clenching around him on every thrust. The pressure inside me built unbearably—coiling tighter and tighter in my gut, my balls drawing up tight. My arms burned from being stretched above my head, the leather biting into my wrists, but the discomfort only sharpened the pleasure.

My body trembled on the warm table, every inch of my skin shining with oil and sweat. My breasts felt heavy and sensitive from Mia’s constant squeezing and sucking. Sophia’s two fingers still pumped slowly inside my dripping pussy, curling just enough to make my walls clench around her but not enough to let me come. I was a soaked, moaning mess and I needed more.

"All I'm saying is that ,you should brace yourself hard because I'll be moving it a lot and I'm expecting you to try to handle it because if not then my team is going to win for sure" "Smart!" McKenzie chuckled raspingly, her other hand settling on my throat"So you are planning to use my own weakness against me?" "M-maybe"My breathe was getting heavier and heavier "Then maybe I should just use yours to my advantage right now hmm. I'm mean it's only fair don't you think?"McKenzie squeezed my left breast hard , sending immense shockwaves thought my entire body, down to my toes. I was literally gasping like a fish out of the water.

I brought my palm to my mouth to stop my squeal, from his sudden intrusion. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he worked to get us both to reach our heights. I wasn't so far now. I was close. I looked down to the point where both out bodies were joint and the sight alone, made me moan as I felt my insides squeeze around his cock.

With that, she grabbed the knife, her hands working with brutal precision. The pain was beyond words, searing through my body like fire. However, her grip only tightened as if feeding off my agony. When she finally carved out the tattoo, my arm felt hollow, the faint outline of bone showing beneath the ragged flesh. I lost consciousness more than once. Each time, they brought me back by dousing me in saltwater. Regardless, Luna wasn't done. She had someone force my jaw open and poured boiling water straight down my throat. The scalding heat tore through me, every nerve in my body screaming in silent agony.

I knew what was coming… and my core trembled in anticipation. He kept thrusting, hard and fast, each movement more desperate, more feral. The pressure inside me coiled, sharp and volatile. “M-Mason…” I gasped, barely able to speak. “You’re… you’re getting bigger! Ahh—!” My scream cut through the room as his knot pushed into me—thick, pulsing, locking us together. He didn’t stop. His grip tightened on my hips as he slammed in one last time, going impossibly deep.