Violent Violet
Tags: Ballbusting, Biting, Race Play, CFNM.
It felt like it had all happened so fast. One moment, Cristobal was going 12 mph over the speed limit on the highway, the next moment he was in an ICE detention facility with handcuffs on his wrists and shackles on his ankles.
They’d accused him of being in the country illegally and treated him like a criminal from the moment they set eyes on him. The cops made him wait in his car while they contacted ICE. When the ICE agent arrived, Cristobal tried to show the agent his green card and the agent called it fake without even looking at it and cut it into little pieces. Cristobal couldn’t believe this was really happening to him.
On his fourth night in detention, crammed into a small cell with a dozen other people, a sudden hush fell over the hundreds of detainees as a young female guard with a blonde ponytail started her shift. Other than the prison guard uniform, she looked like she could be a model walking on a runway in Paris or something.
“Violet,” a few people whispered with fear in their voices. “Violet is here. Violet is here!”
“Put your head down,” an older Hispanic man said to Cristobal in Spanish. “Don’t let her see you. Very, very mean this one, and she likes good looking young men like you.”
Cristobal didn’t quite understand what the old man had said. He spoke Portuguese, not Spanish. He looked up instead of down and Violet locked eyes with him immediately. For a moment, he just looked at her in awe. He couldn’t help it. Both of them were very attractive twenty-somethings, but Cristobal was just amazed at how beautiful and sexy she was. Violet opened the cell and pointed at him.
“Get your ass up,” she said. “Let’s go!”
Cristobal looked around, wondering if maybe she was talking to somebody else. Violet stepped into the cell and grabbed him by his shirt.
“Yeah, you, ya dumbfuck. Don’t you hablo English?”
He stood up and followed her as she dragged him by his shirt collar. He was barefoot since they’d taken his shoes and not given him any other footwear in their place. She led him down row after row of cells in the converted warehouse until they turned a corner and entered another wing of cells that apparently were not being used yet.
Violet spun Cristobal around and pushed him back against the bars of an empty cell. She grabbed his hands, lifted them above his head, and cuffed his wrists to a horizontal cross bar.
In a panic, Cristobal asked in Portuguese what she wanted.
“I don’t speak Spanish,” Violet said, not able to tell the difference.
She kicked his legs apart so that his bare feet were about shoulder width apart, then she cuffed his ankles to the vertical bars.
“Please, miss, what do you want with me?” he asked again in Portuguese. “And why? I live here legal—“
His sentence was cut off by Violet standing up and slamming her knee between his legs.
“ARGGGHH!” Cristobal screamed.
He felt his balls crunch against his pelvis. It was the first time anybody had ever hit him there on purpose. He couldn’t believe how intensely painful it was.
“Meus colhóes…” Cristobal moaned. My nuts.
Violet squeezed the sides of Cristobal’s neck in her small, soft hands.
“RRRRR!” Violet growled as she shot her knee up as hard as she could, multiple times. “RRRRR!”
“AH, PORRA! PARE! POR FAVOR, PARE!” Cristobal screamed. Oh, fuck! Stop! Please, stop!
Violet untied the drawstring on Cristobal’s pants and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
“Damn, boy,” Violet said, looking down at Cristobal’s light brown, uncut cock that was very long and nearly as thick as her forearm.
She reached under his cock and grabbed his heavy, low hanging balls. She gripped them hard. Cristobal groaned.
“Does that hurt your Mexican balls?” Violet asked.
I’m from Brazil, Cristobal thought, but he was more worried about her grasp on his balls than her grasp on geography.
She suddenly squeezed them hard, as hard as she could, crushing one against the other between her fingers. It took Cristobal’s breath away. For a moment, his mouth opened wide but no sound came out.
“Por favor, nunca mais,” he said, barely audible. Please, no more.
Violet squeezed his big, sweaty balls down to the very bottom of his long, veiny ballsack. They were incredibly full since he had not cum for five days. Violet rammed her knee into his trapped nuts multiple times, making him throw his head back against the bars, screaming and groaning with each impact.
“Does that hurt your little balls, you illegal piece of shit?” Violet said, even though he was not “illegal” and his balls weren’t little. She spit in his face. “I should really just cut these things off of you. The way you people multiply like bunnies. But not until I teach you a lesson.”
He had no idea what she was saying. She started slamming her knee into his balls again and he couldn’t take the pain anymore. Balls are tough but it felt like she was going to turn them into mush with her knee. Out of desperation to stop the pain, he head-butted her—hard. Violet was on her ass before she even knew what happened. She rubbed a sore spot on her forehead.
“You … head-butted me? You motherfucker.”
She looked up at Cristobal from below.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” she said, scooting forward on her butt. She leaned back and kicked upwards with her long, strong legs, slamming her boot heels right into his family jewels.
“ARGGGHH!” Cristobal screamed.
She drew her legs back and kicked again and again and again. Cristobal felt like he was going to throw up. The heels of her boots just kept smashing his balls into his perineum over and over and over.
“PARE, PARE, PARE!” he screamed. Stop! Stop! Stop!
Violet got up on her knees, grasping Cristobal behind his calf muscles.
“I’m gonna bite your fucking balls off for that head-butt,” she screamed.
But she was distracted by his big cock in her face and couldn’t help herself. She took Cristobal into her mouth and began to suck his dick, sliding her wet lips up and down along his shaft. She both hated and desired Latinos, so she moaned as she sucked his Latino dick from soft to hard.
“Urggghh,” Cristobal moaned, almost a week’s worth of cum roiling around in his battered balls. He was 9 inches long and rock hard within 30 seconds of violent Violet’s blowjob. He shouldn’t have been hard in this situation, but the cock has a mind of its own and he couldn’t deny that Violet’s tongue felt very good gliding along the underside of his glans.
It wouldn’t feel so good for long. Violet reached around and squeezed his ass cheek with her left hand. That made him want to cum even more. But then she balled her right hand into a fist and delivered a brutal uppercut, right into his already swollen nuts.
“ARGGGH!” Cristobal screamed.
“Do you like when I punch your dirty, Mexican balls?” Violet asked and then she went right back to sucking his dick.
“Mmmmm,” Violet moaned, sucking him harder and faster as she pounded her knuckles into his balls over and over, crushing them against his own body. She squeezed his ass cheek hard, digging her fingernails into the skin.
Beneath his obvious pain, there was another feeling: a mounting pressure in his balls, a fizzy feeling in his stomach, and an urgent throbbing in his big cock.
“Oh meu Deus!” Cristobal moaned, suddenly blasting five days’ worth of nut milk into Violet’s mouth as she punched it out of him. Oh my God!
She kept punching and he continued to cum for about thirty seconds. When he finished, she turned her head and spit his load all over the floor. There was a lot of it. Turning back, she tilted her head and sucked his right nut into her mouth. She looked up into his big, frightened eyes, gave him a wink, and bit down on his nut.
Cristobal let out a high-pitched, embarrassingly feminine scream as she chewed on his right nut, then spit it out and began to chew on his left nut. She went back and forth between each one, chewing and chomping and smiling. His whole body was convulsing, cuffs rattling against the bars while she mangled his empty balls one at a time between her molars.
Finally, she stood up, wiping saliva from around her mouth. “I think I’m gonna make you my special project and do this to you every single night,” she said.
As she turned to walk away, karma turned to meet her. She slipped on Cristobal’s cum, both feet flying into the air. She slammed onto the concrete floor, which happened to be significantly harder than the back of her skull. There was a cracking sound that didn’t sound good at all. Please be dead, Cristobal thought to himself.
Hours and hours passed. Sleep didn’t come easy because of the pain. Nobody found them until the shift change. By that time, his balls were swollen to the size of plums, so big they didn’t fit between his thighs anymore.
Violet was alive but not doing so great. They sent her off to the hospital for a concussion. Cristobal, on the other hand, they just pulled his pants up, not very gently, and dragged him back to his cell. He spent the next three weeks limping around while he healed. It took a long time for the swelling to go down. He desperately wanted OUT of this place, but his court date kept getting postponed without any explanation.
Then one evening, Cristobal was lying in his cell, snoring softly, when he was awoken by a rustling sound as someone pulled his undersized blanket off of his chest. His eyes fluttered open and his blood ran cold. Violet was standing over him, beautiful as ever, even with a large bandage wrapped around her shaved head. She bent over and grabbed his cock and balls with both hands. Cristobal groaned.
“Did you miss me, Mexican?” Violet asked. She squeezed down hard and dragged him out of bed by his cock and balls.
To be continued.