Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old! Warning: this episode will involve half castration

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Lilith left Seraphina's room with renewed determination. The mission she’d been assigned—to find out who was responsible for burning books about the testicles of wizards—was intriguing and challenging. She knew that the male wizards at the school were always cautious, but she suspected the culprit would eventually reveal themselves somehow. As she walked down the halls, she began reflecting on the school's male professors. Most of the men there had been castrated or severely punished at some point, courtesy of Seraphina. However, this didn’t make them any less suspicious—on the contrary, the constant humiliation could very well have planted the desire for revenge in one of them.

She decided she would observe several professors before focusing on one. Her first target was Professor Lorin, a specialist in defensive enchantments. She watched him as he walked to the classroom, carrying an ancient grimoire. Lorin was known for his competence, but Lilith noticed a curious detail: every time he bent down to pick something up, his seemingly large testicles swung uncomfortably, forcing him to adjust his posture. At one point, while placing the grimoire on the desk, his sack brushed against a corner, and he let out a muffled groan of pain. “Interesting,” Lilith thought, a malicious smile on her lips. “He can’t even handle his own body, let alone deal with any serious sabotage.”

However, after following Lorin for a while, she concluded that he didn’t seem to be the culprit. He was too meticulous and showed no interest in biological topics or magical anatomy books.

The next professor on her list was Beltran, responsible for summoning classes. Beltran had a more robust build, and Lilith noticed that his magical attire was tailored to hide his sensitive jewels. It was as if he was aware of the constant risk he ran with something so voluminous between his legs. During a class, he summoned a mystical creature, a small golem, and in the process, made a mistake that caused the creature to fall directly onto his lap. Lilith watched with satisfaction as the impact struck his testicles. Beltran froze in pain for a few seconds before managing to dissipate the golem. His eyes watered, and his voice trembled as he resumed the class. “These accidents are more common than I imagined,” Lilith thought with an ironic smile.

Despite the hilarious scenes, Lilith found no evidence that Beltran was involved with the missing books. She continued observing, analyzing every behavioral detail, until she finally found someone who caught her attention: Professor Horace.

Horace was one of the most discreet teachers at the school. He taught magical biology and almost never participated in social events among wizards, always keeping to himself. His behavior had always been peculiar, and this aroused Lilith’s curiosity. She began following him more closely. During her observations, she noticed that he often avoided discussions about male vulnerabilities, especially when the topic involved testicles. Something about him seemed... uncomfortable, as if he were hiding something.

One afternoon, while Lilith was on watch, she saw Horace heading towards the library. He was carrying some scrolls and seemed to be in a hurry. Without hesitation, Lilith followed him from a distance, hiding in the shadows of the corridors. However, instead of entering the library, Horace veered off towards the biology section. Lilith smiled. “Bingo,” she thought. The biology section was where most books on magical anatomy, including those about testicles, were kept.

She remembered the traps Seraphina had placed in the nearby corridors to protect the remaining books. They were magical traps designed specifically for men, targeting their testicles as a form of instant debilitation. The interesting detail, however, was that the teachers hadn’t been informed about the traps—only Seraphina and Lilith knew of their existence.

Horace, distracted and unsuspecting, kept walking. The first trap was triggered when he stepped over a rune concealed on the floor. A surge of energy shone beneath his feet, and in an instant, a barrage of stones shot up, striking his testicles. Horace let out a strangled scream and dropped to his knees, his hands instinctively going to the source of his pain. His groans filled the hallway, and Lilith, watching from a distance, could barely contain her laughter. She leaned against the wall, watching as the professor writhed in pain for a long five minutes.

But he didn’t have much time to recover. As he tried to stand, he stumbled onto another rune. This time, a large ball of energy appeared, launching directly at his scrotum. The precision and speed of the energy ball were surprising; as it came into contact with Horace’s sack, it morphed, “embracing” his orbs and delivering a constant shock. Horace let out another piercing scream and fell again, curling up in agony. His fingers trembled as he tried to pull away the electric lines penetrating his precious jewels, but each time he touched the line, his fingers were also electrocuted.

Lilith watched it all with an amused gleam in her eyes. The professor lay there, groaning and writhing on the floor for over fifteen minutes, unable to cope with the pain radiating from his sack.

For fifteen more minutes, Horace lay there, groaning and writhing on the floor. Lilith, watching closely, could hardly believe he was still trying to continue his journey.

Finally, when the spell dissipated, Horace, exhausted and completely defeated, crawled to a shelf of biology books. His hands trembled as he picked up an old, bulky book—on the anatomy of wizards' testicles.

He looked around, unaware that Lilith was watching, and hid the book inside his robes. Lilith smiled. “Bingo,” she whispered to herself. She finally had her answer. Horace was the culprit.

Now, it was only a matter of how she would handle it.

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Lilith, excited by her discovery, immediately ran to Seraphina's office, barely able to contain the satisfied smile spreading across her face. Seraphina was busy reviewing some old papers when Lilith entered and, without hesitation, shared her findings.

"I know who it is," Lilith said triumphantly. "It's Professor Horace. I saw him take the book about testicles and hide it."

Seraphina, wasting no time, smiled. "I knew you’d find the culprit." She snapped her fingers, and, as if by magic, Horace appeared in the room, bound by mystical ropes that held him firmly. He was completely helpless, his body wrapped in magical restraints that tightened every time he tried to move.

"What... what is this?" Horace asked, his voice filled with confusion and fear.

Seraphina walked slowly over to him, her hand calmly reaching for the coat Horace was wearing. "Let's see..." She slipped her hand into his coat, rummaging through the inner pockets until her fingers found what she was looking for. "Ah, got it!" With a quick pull, Seraphina retrieved the book he had stolen. Horace’s face turned pale instantly.

"Damn!" he shouted, desperately trying to cast a spell, even with his hands bound. His eyes glinted with despair, and his mouth began muttering magical words quickly. Lilith and Seraphina were caught off guard by his attempt, but Valerya, ever alert, was more than ready. With deadly precision, she stepped forward and delivered a brutal punch between the professor's legs. The impact was so intense that Horace's right testicle practically "hugged" Valerya's hand, crushed with such force that his entire body trembled.

Horace couldn’t even scream from the pain, his spell interrupted before he could complete it. He let out a deep groan, his legs trembling as his eyes filled with tears. His body leaned forward, instinctively trying to protect what was left of his sensitive parts. Valerya, on the other hand, watched the scene with disdain, her hand still gripping the professor's scrotum as he writhed in agony.

"That was just the beginning," Seraphina said with a smile. She turned to Lilith, who watched the scene with eyes gleaming in curiosity. "Want to see what a magical castration looks like?"

Lilith's face lit up with excitement, her eyes practically dancing with anticipation. "Yes, please!" she replied, barely able to hide her enthusiasm.

Horace immediately began to beg, his voice trembling and desperate. "Please... no... don’t do this... I need them... please!" He tried to squirm, but the magical restraints held him in place, completely at the mercy of the three women.

Seraphina leaned closer to Horace, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, the great man is afraid of losing his little friends, huh?" She chuckled, savoring each word as Horace struggled futilely. "What are you going to do without them? Cry yourself to sleep every night, mourning your little lost jewels? Or will you feel empty, knowing you’ll never use magic again?"

Horace continued to plead, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "Please... I... I can't... please, no!"

Seraphina sighed, feigning pity. "Oh, what a shame. So sad to see a man beg like that." She raised her hand, beginning to murmur a complex enchantment. "Let's start with the right one, shall we? After all, it seems a bit damaged after Valerya’s punch."

She began tracing circles in the air with her fingers, and a dark purple aura enveloped Horace’s scrotum. He twisted in agony as the magic squeezed and distorted his right testicle, as if an invisible hand were slowly crushing it. The sound that echoed through the room was of flesh being forced to expand beyond its capacity.

"You signed the contract, Horace, remember? Burning the school’s books is considered treason, censorship of information, Horace!" The magic grew stronger, the purple aura now shrinking, as if becoming more concentrated.

"Now... breach of contract, Horace, in a school is a serious offense, and the law allows the headmistress to apply the severe penalty of taking away half of a wizard’s magic!" The aura grew smaller and smaller, while the testicle seemed to be swelling, and swelling until suddenly...

"Pop!" Horace’s right testicle burst in an instant, the distinctive sound filling the room. Horace’s body arched forward, a scream of pure pain escaping his throat. His eyes rolled back as he screamed, his voice broken by the intensity of the agony coursing through his body. Lilith watched with wide eyes and a malicious smile on her lips.

"Ahhh," Seraphina said with a look of satisfaction. "The sound of a good 'pop.' Always so satisfying, don’t you think, Lilith?"

Lilith laughed, moving closer to observe. "Wow... the volume just vanished..." she said with a touch of sadism, looking at what was left of Horace’s right testicle. "So soft and... crushed."

Seraphina chuckled and continued. "Now... unfortunately, the law doesn’t allow me to pop both, but... it doesn’t say anything about torturing you, does it?"

Horace was nearly fainting, and Valerya noticed this, casting a spell on him to wake him instantly. The moment he regained consciousness, he returned to feeling the pain from his former ball, screaming in agony.

"Thank you, Valerya..." Seraphina began to inscribe a spell in the air.

"You know, Lilith, Morgana used that spell on Armand the other day, didn’t she?"

A gleam appeared in Lilith's eyes.

"What do you think about putting it on him too?"

Lilith nodded eagerly. "YES, YES!"

With another movement of her fingers, another aura appeared around the remaining testicle.

"Please... please... I’ll do anything!" he whimpered, but his pleas were ignored.

"Omelettes require patience," Seraphina said, her voice smooth and dangerous. "You heat them slowly, let the ingredients blend... until they’re ready to turn into a delicious mess." She smiled as the left testicle began to be squeezed, gradually.

"And now... the finishing touch," she pointed at him. "DESTINY OF A MAN!"

The left testicle was crushed with immense force, just like what happened to Armand. Horace began to scream in agony.

"MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, AAAAHHHH!"

Seraphina sighed in satisfaction and stepped back, admiring her work. "Perfect omelet," she commented, with a triumphant smile.

Valerya, who had watched the entire scene with her typical disdain, looked at Seraphina and asked, "So, what should we do?"

Seraphina smiled. "Oh... well, he’ll suffer for a while. Please, throw him into the forest next to the school. When he stops crying like a baby, maybe he can make his way back home."

Valerya nodded, and Seraphina turned to Lilith. "Your work was excellent; thank you for the help! You’ll be able to choose which subject you’ll get extra points in later." She turned to Horace. "Horace, you’re fired!"

Seraphina left the room, leaving Valerya to handle the situation.

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This episode was a lot of work... I had to replace half of it, I rewrote a lot, a lot of things, but that's it, I wanted to take it out right away, but it would be a lot more work to explain this episode disappearing in the middle of the story... so, this is not an episode that I like, but sometimes someone might find it good, in the next episode we will meet Professor Esmeralda!

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Previous chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gel0o5/lillith_chapter_9_seraphinas_missions/

Just a little story I wrote up in the Halloween spirit this past weekend. Any feedback would be appreciated! All characters are 18+.

Brian just wanted to hang out with his friends on Halloween, but his parents were going to a party and were forcing Brian and his sister Lauren to stay home and pass out candy. Brian and Lauren were only 10 months apart in age, Lauren was a senior in high school and Brian was a freshman at the local community college and so he still lived at home. They had always had a jokey relationship, often playing pranks on one another to keep themselves busy while their parents were gone. But tonight, Brian had no idea what he was in for. 

“What time does trick-or-treating start?” Lauren asked Brian.

“In about a half hour I think,” he answered.

“Well then we better get our costumes on!” 

“What costumes? I’m not wearing a stupid costume just to pass out candy, and besides I didn’t even buy one this year,” he said grumpily.

“Oh grow up, it’ll be fun! Besides, I already got a costume for you, so that excuse won’t work on me,” she said with a wink as she ran upstairs. She came back moments later with a large plastic bag and dumped the contents on the floor. 

“Really? A knight?” Brian groaned as he saw the various pieces gathered together.

“Yes! And I’ll be a princess. Won’t that be fun! Now hurry up and get yours on while I go upstairs and change.” she said over her shoulder as she ran back up the stairs. 

Brian started gathering everything together and found that there were multiple components to the costume, all of them made of thin black metal that when put together seemed quite heavy. He tried to put the leg parts on first, but his bulky jeans prevented either leg from fitting. Looking up the stairs to make sure Lauren wasn’t coming back, he quickly dropped his pants and snugly got both leg pieces to fit. The leg pieces covered his feet and went all the way up near the top of his thighs, stopping about six inches below his waist. Next was the chest piece which covered his neck down to the top of his waist. The sections were held together by four metal clasps along the back that he couldn’t reach, so he slipped the arms on and left the bulky head piece on the ground, hoping he could get by without it. 

“How do I look?” Lauren smiled as she came down the stairs in a flowy princess dress with a tiara on her head. “Oh let me help you,” she said as she walked up behind Brian and firmly clasped the multiple metal mechanisms on the chest, arm, and leg pieces. He could feel the various parts firmly tighten on him. “Oh Brian, I think your costume might be a little too small,” she said as she looked down. Brian followed her gaze to see that the chest piece and the leg pieces didn’t really match up, but rather left a gap from just below his abs to the top of his thighs, leaving virtually all of his underwear on display. 

“Shit,” Brian muttered as he tried to get the costume off, discovering that he was severely encumbered and couldn’t reach the clasps on any of the parts. “Hey, let me out of this so I can take it off and find something better to wear.” 

“Are you joking! You look fine, your underwear is black anyway so from a distance it looks like it’s part of your costume. You can’t even tell it’s underwear unless you get real close, which nobody will from the porch. Oh, you forgot the helmet!” she said as she scooped up the helmet and put it over his head. The helmet had a small window where you could see his face, with a metal visor that you could flip down to block it completely. “Woah, that’s so cool!” Lauren exclaimed as she flipped the visor down. The visor had a very thin slit that you were supposed to be able to see out of, but since the costume was slightly too small for Brian the slit didn’t line up with eyes at all, leaving him completely blind. 

“Hey, flip it back!” he yelled as he tried to move his arms up to reach the helmet, but between the bulky chest piece and the cheap rigid metal arms, his arms couldn’t reach that high. 

“This is great! If you get too annoying I can just flip this down,” she laughed as she flipped the visor back up to reveal Brian’s face again. 

“Don’t do that again! This helmet is like a tomb when the visor is closed. It’s bad enough I can barely move my arms, I’d like to be able to see and hear too!” Brian pleaded. Even with the visor up, the small opening in the helmet left Brian with no peripheral vision at all, he could only see directly in front of him.

“Alright fine, I won’t close the visor unless you really deserve it,” she winked at him. She looked down and noticed that as a result of his struggle to get out of the costume, his underwear had bunched up and left him with a very revealing bulge. Lauren grinned to herself and walked across the room to the trick-or-treat bowl sitting by the door. Rifling through it until she found what she wanted, she picked out a heavy jawbreaker and turned around.

“Hey Briah, catch!” she yelled as she threw it directly into his bulge.

“Oooof” Brian grunted as he bent over at the waist. “What the fuck!??” he shouted as he tried to move his hands to comfort himself, but with the tight costume and the big metal hands he couldn’t grab ahold of his balls. 

“Sorry big bro, just seemed like such an easy target,” she laughed. Brian was wiggling the big metal fingers, trying to desperately massage his bulge but not providing any relief whatsoever.

“Fuck dude that really hurt!” he screamed again. 

“Sorry but if you’re going to have a bulge on full display you can’t get angry when I take advantage of it!” Lauren replied. “Besides, you work out all the time, don’t tell me one little piece of candy could hurt that much.” 

Brian immediately stood back up to full attention, not wanting to prove Lauren right. 

“No…of course not. Er, it just caught me off guard, that’s all.” he smugly said.

“Ok good, I’d feel awful if you were truly hurt!” she pretended as she rolled her eyes, knowing that Brian couldn’t see her because she was slightly to his left. Lauren saw something in the corner of her eye and looked down, delighted to see that Brian’s loose boxers had hiked up his legs even more and now she could just barely see the bottom of his nutsack hanging out the bottom. 

“Hmmm Brian, I think something’s wrong with your costume. There seems to be two lumps in it, mind if I try to smooth them out?” 

“I don’t care, go ahead,” Brian said annoyingly, assuming she meant there was a problem with the clasp or something. He couldn’t see where she was, so he was caught completely by surprise when her fist slammed into his balls.

“AGH FUCK!” he screamed.

“Oops sorry bro, I thought that was part of the costume!” she giggled.

“FUCK YOU NO YOU DIDN”T!” he yelled at her. Once again he bent at the waist and frantically tried to cradle his balls but to no avail. By this point his entire sack was nearly on display.

“Uhhh Brian, put your balls away!”

“What!?” he confusedly asked, too distracted by pain to even realize what she was saying.

“I can see both your balls clear as day bro,” she added. “God don’t you ever shave those things?” she teased.

“Are you serious??” Brian screamed as he tried to grab his boxers to pull them down, but with the clunky metal fingers he couldn’t get a grip on the fabric. “Don’t look!!” he said sheepishly, turning around to try to hide his balls.

“Hahaha this is great, you can’t even defend yourself!” she taunted as she got closer to him. He could see a giddy look on her face and immediately tried to cover his balls as she started swatting at his bare sack. He was able to swat her hands away, which only made Lauren more eager to land a hit.

“Stop Lauren this isn’t funny! Unclasp the suit right now! I’ll start screaming!!” he threatened, spinning in place trying to keep his eyes on Lauren despite his limited view.

“Scream all you want, did you forget it’s Halloween? The neighbors will just think it’s an ambient soundtrack we left on for the trick-or-treaters,” she said, marveling at how well this night was going already. “Lauren stop, let me out of this suit right now!” he demanded, still swatting in front of him to keep Lauren’s hands off of his balls.

“Who are you to give orders? I’m the Princess, remember. What I say goes!” All of a sudden everything went dark as Lauren flipped his visor down, and at the same time flung her knee up into his balls.

“FUUUUCK!” he screamed as he reached for his balls again. “LAUREN!! FLIP IT BACK!” he bellowed. Lauren couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him spinning blindly in circles with his balls flopping back and forth.

“Let’s play a game!!” she excitedly yelled. “Nobody’s ringing the doorbell anyway, we have to do something to pass the time.”

“NO! Put my visor back right now!” he cried.

“Oh stop whining!” she answered with a quick flick to his left nut. 

“FUUUCK!” he screamed even louder than before.

“Oh come on! That was just a little flick! Are you really telling me that my little finger is causing you that much pain??” she taunted, already knowing the answer.

“Obviously not…you just surprised me is all,” he answered through labored breathing, struggling not to fall to his knees.

“That’s what I thought!” she said as she flipped the visor back up. She knew that his jock pride would never allow himself to admit how weak his balls were. “Now, back to that game I was proposing. It’s called ‘Protect the Princess’. We’re going to pretend that our castle is being stormed and you’re my loyal knight sworn to protect me no matter what, and your job is to not tell the invaders where I’m hiding no matter what they do to you.”

“What?” he said, barely even hearing her because his left nut was still throbbing.

“Just imagine that you’re the only one who knows where the princess is and your job is to not give up where I’m hiding within the castle. Sound good?”

“Fuck I don’t care, whatever you say,” he said, trying to get her to stop talking so he could focus on relieving the pain in his balls.

“Ok, the princess is hiding and now pretend the invaders just blew the door down.” she said, already smiling at what was to come. “YOU THERE! Where is she??” she thundered in a mock medieval accent.

“What?” Brian said again as he finally regained composure.

“I won’t ask again, where is she!?” Lauren bellowed. “Look squires, this giant knight already has his target on display for us!” she excitedly said as she raised her leg and thrust her heel directly into his exposed balls, feeling both of them compress as she let her foot linger in his groin for a second or two.

“AHH FUCK!” he cried and immediately fell to his knees. “That’s not part of the game!!” he said with a shaky voice.

“What game? This man is crazy!” Lauren said in character. “Where is the princess hiding??” she asked again as she stood over him and flipped his visor back down. Brian started wildly moving his head around trying to find an angle that would allow him to see through the slit in the visor.

“I don’t know, she didn’t tell me!!” Brian cried from the ground, desperately praying that trick-or-treaters would ring the doorbell and distract Lauren from this game long enough for him to run upstairs.

"You expect us to believe that her loyal knight doesn’t know where his mistress is!” Lauren laughed with a fake manly laugh. Brian managed to get back to his feet, still trying to figure out which direction Lauren’s voice was coming from amidst the echoey helmet. 

“Perhaps a new tactic is in order,” Lauren said. Brian instinctively tried to put his hands in front of his balls to guard them, but he could no longer hear Lauren. After an eerie silence where Brian struggled to locate himself within the house, he heard a ‘snip snip’ sound right next to his head.

“I’ve found some shears sir!” Lauren said in a different manly voice. “Good! Hand them here, we’ll find that princess if we have to humiliate and torture this hulking knight.” Lauren answered herself in her prior medieval voice. “Right, let’s just clear away this useless chainmail!” she said as she crept up on Brian and cut the leg of his underwear from base to waistband. 

“NOOOOO!” Brian screamed louder than he had all night. “STOP! This isn’t funny!!!” His underwear fell from his body and Lauren gasped. 

“Well, for such an imposing knight you certainly don’t have much to be proud of.” she said, taking in his undersized flaccid dick in an immense bush of pubic hair. “Why, his short hairs are longer than his sword!” she laughed in a deep voice.

“STOP RIGHT NOW!” Brian cried and tried to cover himself with his hands without success. “It’s not that small, it’s just really cold in this metal costume!” he tried to argue.

“Hah, look, now he has two helmets!” she jibed while pointing at the smaller pink helmet below his waist. “This knight is blithering like a child!” Lauren joked. “Sir, maybe it is a child! No grown man would possibly have such a small sheath!” she added in a different voice. 

“Lauren let me out of this costume!!!” Brian pleaded. 

“Lauren!? Is that the Princess? Tell us where she is!” demanded Lauren, remembering the point of the game. When Brian didn’t answer, she looked around the room for a prop she could use. Her eyes landed on a big plastic chip clip that was being used earlier to hold the bags of candy together. She ran over to grab it and then snuck back to Brian. As he was trying to figure out where she went, she opened the clip and placed it over his right nugget before letting go, snapping the clip shut directly onto his tender orb.

“YAWOOOOOO” Brian howled in pain. “GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. He frantically tried to open the clip with his fingers but the cumbersome metal glove couldn’t get a grip on it. Meanwhile Lauren was doubled over laughing, watching her tall masculine brother crashing around the room trying to get the clip off, his little nub of a penis dancing around as he flailed. 

“Oh my god Brian this is the funniest thing I ever saw!!” Lauren howled as she broke character.

“PLEEEASE!!! MY RIGHT NUT!!!” he kept on. 

“Oh you’re right, that was very inconsiderate of me, hold on,” she said. Brian shuddered in relief at the thought that Lauren was going to come over and take the clip off. He was jumping up and down in place waiting for her. After what felt like an eternity, he heard her footsteps approaching. 

“HURRY!!!!” he pleaded. “Come on and–” he was interrupted by the sharp pinch of a second clip, this time on his left nut. “NOOOOOO STOP GET THEM OFF!!” he begged as Lauren fell back again in a fit of laughter, seeing both of Brian’s hairy nuts get mercilessly pinched by dual clips. 

“This is too good! I need a picture of this!!” she cried as she looked around for her phone. Brian couldn’t hear her comment over his wailing. “Come on Brian, those clips don’t squeeze that hard!” She picked another one off the table and snapped it onto her finger. She barely felt a thing. “Brian, I clipped my finger and it doesn’t hurt at all. Stop being such a baby!” She had seen him take so many tackles when he was on the football team and he never so much as winced, she couldn’t believe that two weightless plastic clips could cause that much agony for him. 

After enough begging from Brian, Lauren finally got over her fit of laughter and removed the clips.

“AHHH!” Brian yelped in relief as he crumpled to the floor. “FUCK LAUREN THAT HURT!!!” he screamed at her. 

“Oh quit your babying, it couldn’t hurt that much!!” she taunted. 

“Can you PLEASE flip this visor up so I can at least see??” 

“Where would the fun be in that!?” she joyously exclaimed. The sight of her big jock brother crumpled on the ground with his balls hanging like two bullseyes was just too good to be true. She couldn’t pass up the moment, looking around the room and seeing a display of small pumpkins and gourds on the table near the front door. She quietly went over and grabbed one in each hand.

“Hey Brian, I think you’re right, maybe I’m being too harsh. I guess I just thought since you were so big and strong, your balls must be as well!” She couldn’t help but take a jab at his pride. “I’ll lift up your visor now, ok?” she said as she stood over him. Right as he was about to answer, she lifted both pumpkins over her head and let go, causing them to plummet all the way down to the ground, directly into both of his balls. 

“AGGHHHH!!!!” he roared as he started flailing around on the ground.

“Whoops, sorry! Those slipped right out of my fingers!” she joked as she pranced away.

“FUUUUCK!!” he screamed, rolling over onto his stomach to protect his balls, his bare ass on full display. 

“Hahaha, what a sight Brian! Nurse those wimpy balls as long as you want, but if I were you I’d make sure to be in your room before mom and dad get home and see what a disappointment they created!” she teased. 

“Where are you going!?? COME BACK AND UNCLASP THIS COSTUME AND OPEN THE VISOR!!” he begged. “What if somebody comes to the door!???” he bellowed.

“Dummy, the porch light has been off all night. I thought you knew that!” she giggled as she took the Halloween candy bowl off the table and started walking upstairs. “I’ll be in my bed enjoying this candy and watching a scary movie, you look like you can take care of yourself.” she smiled back at him as he thrashed around on the living room floor.

Attention, this is a fictional story and ALL characters are of legal age, over 18 years old, thank you, and enjoy reading!

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The professor limped down the hallway, each step sending a jolt of pain through his body. He tried to maintain an upright posture and a serious expression, but his face betrayed the intense pain he felt. His hands trembled slightly, and his narrowed eyes revealed his struggle not to scream. When he finally reached the classroom door, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and tried to adjust his pants, but the bulge in his groin, with a distinct mark due to the spell that was cruelly squeezing his right testicle, could not be ignored. He opened the door with difficulty, dragging himself to his desk.

Lilith was seated at the back of the room, bored, idly fiddling with her notebook as she gazed out the window. But when she saw the professor entering, she immediately noticed the pained expression on his face and the strange bulge in his pants. Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she understood what was happening. "Morgana...," she thought, "It had to be her doing."

The professor walked to his desk, trying to maintain a professional posture, but the discomfort was obvious. He adjusted his glasses and tried to start the lesson, but every word he spoke seemed forced, as if each syllable brought him more pain. The students noticed, exchanging curious glances, but no one dared to ask. Everyone knew something was wrong, but Lilith was the only one who fully understood what was happening. She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

The lesson dragged on. The professor tried to mask his discomfort as much as he could, but his hands trembled whenever he needed to write on the board, and his face contorted every time he moved. When the class finally ended, he sighed in relief, quickly beginning to gather his things, eager to leave and deal with his pain in private.

Noticing the opportunity, Lilith approached with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Professor, are you alright?" she asked with a tone of feigned concern, but her eyes sparkled with malice. "You know, it seems like your... balls are too big for you to keep safe." She laughed, nudging him with her elbow.

He tried to ignore her, keeping his eyes on his papers, but the pain in his groin was unbearable, and Lilith's mockery only worsened his situation. He stifled a groan of pain and turned to pick up his briefcase. Before he could respond, the classroom door burst open.

"Professor, here’s the notice that..." Valerya, Seraphina's assistant, entered abruptly, the door slamming violently against the professor’s right testicle, causing him to immediately double over in pain. A high-pitched groan escaped his lips, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his aching parts.

Valerya, unfazed, looked at the scene with a slightly raised eyebrow but expressed no surprise. "Seraphina wants to see you after class, Lilith," she said in a monotone, as if the scene she had just witnessed were a common occurrence.

The professor lay on the floor, groaning in pain, trying to catch his breath, while Valerya merely shrugged and left the room as if nothing had happened. Lilith was now openly laughing.

"See, professor? I told you those huge balls of yours would get you into trouble," she teased, leaning over him, playfully poking his head. "Maybe you should consider shrinking them a bit, huh?" She winked at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The professor couldn't respond. He could only groan, clutching his right testicle, now in even greater agony. Satisfied with her prank, Lilith gathered her things and left the room, still chuckling softly.

As Lilith walked down the hallways, she grew pensive. "What could Seraphina want with me?" she wondered, a bit curious. Something big was about to happen, but for now, her greatest amusement was the professor, sprawled on the classroom floor, struggling to control the unbearable pain that Morgana and Valerya, unintentionally, had caused.

Back in the classroom, the professor was still on the floor, barely able to breathe. Each time he tried to stand, a new wave of pain overtook him, forcing him to remain still. His face was pale, and tears involuntarily trickled down his cheeks. He knew he couldn't go on like this for long, but he saw no other way out.

The classroom walls, usually resonating with the students' chatter, were now silent. The only sound that could be heard was the professor's low groans.

Lilith strode down the school's hallways with an air of superiority, knowing she was about to receive an important summons. Meeting with Seraphina, the headmistress, was always something to be taken seriously. She walked down the long hallway, observing the various silent classrooms, until she finally stopped in front of the imposing door to Seraphina's office. Valerya, the assistant, stood beside it, keeping her serious and professional expression, though the recent events involving the professor still danced in her mind. Lilith gave a slight smile at the thought of the man groaning on the floor.

She knocked on the door and heard Seraphina's firm voice calling her in. Upon opening it, she was immediately greeted by the luxurious environment: walls adorned with arcane symbols, shelves filled with ancient books, and magical artifacts glowing in mysterious tones. At the center, seated in a large leather chair, was Seraphina, her scarlet hair flowing over her shoulders and an enigmatic smile on her lips.

"Lilith, I'm glad you came," Seraphina began, her eyes assessing the young witch carefully. "You’re old enough now to start taking on missions for the school. It’s time to show your potential beyond the classroom."

Lilith maintained a firm posture, but inside her, excitement grew. Missions! The chance to prove her skills and advance in the school's hierarchy was something she had longed for. Seraphina, however, wasn’t just interested in Lilith’s magical abilities.

Lilith nodded in response to Seraphina's last statement.

"Perfect," Seraphina said, leaning slightly forward in her chair. "You're beginning to understand the meaning of power. And, from what I see, your breasts have grown considerably in the last week. A clear sign that your power is increasing."

Lilith smiled with satisfaction. "Morgana has been helping me a lot," she replied casually, adjusting her new outfit. "She’s been giving me... private lessons…."

Seraphina smiled, a malicious glint in her eyes. "Ah, yes. Morgana... she declined when I offered her a teaching position here; I'm surprised she's giving you lessons. She's excellent when it comes to… sensitive matters," she said, her voice loaded with double meanings. "These lessons will be extremely useful in the missions."

Valerya, who had been silent until then, gave a slight smile as she listened to the conversation. All three of them knew exactly what they were talking about. It was no secret that the weakness of male wizards lay between their legs, and any competent witch knew how to exploit that.

Seraphina straightened up, ready to explain more about the missions. "At our school, missions are a way for students to prove their strength and skills. They range from simple to extremely challenging. Obviously, the more difficult the mission, the greater the reward. However, the board wouldn’t allow inexperienced students to take on impossible missions. Therefore, younger students usually start with... easier tasks."

She paused, casting a conspiratorial glance at Lilith and Valerya.

"For example, dealing with humans… or, of course, male wizards."

The three of them laughed. It was a laughter full of understanding.

Seraphina then refocused on Lilith. "So, Lilith, what do you say? Are you ready to join the school’s mission group? It’s an opportunity to earn extra credit in your subjects, boost your reputation, and, of course, prove that you’re above the other students."

Lilith didn’t hesitate. "I accept," she replied confidently, her eyes shining with determination. She was already imagining future missions, the opportunities to display her power, and perhaps… the pleasure of crushing a few male wizards in the process.

Seraphina smiled back. "Excellent. I was waiting for this. Prepare yourself; the missions start soon. And trust me, Lilith, you're going to have a lot of fun."

The three exchanged a final glance before Valerya escorted Lilith out of the office. Lilith’s path was just beginning, and she knew she’d have many opportunities to stand out—and to use everything Morgana had taught her.

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A few days later…

Lilith walked through the school’s corridors with firm and determined steps. She knew that being summoned to Seraphina’s office was not a casual occurrence, and the simple fact of being personally called by the headmistress already indicated that something important was about to happen. Her mind was already running through possible scenarios, imagining the type of mission that would be entrusted to her. The school's corridors were silent at that hour, with magical lights illuminating the long, empty passageways. She stopped in front of the office door, knocked lightly, and heard Seraphina’s familiar voice inviting her in.

As soon as Lilith crossed the threshold, she was immediately met by the imposing aura of the office. Seraphina sat behind her enormous desk, her face illuminated by a soft light that highlighted her scarlet hair. Next to her, Valerya, always impeccable, stood silently, her hands clasped in front of her, looking directly at Lilith. The atmosphere was charged with a tension that Lilith quickly sensed. Something serious was happening.

“Ah, Lilith, I’m glad you came,” Seraphina began in a nearly casual tone but with underlying firmness. “We need to discuss an issue that has recently arisen. Let’s make the most of this time and assign you your first mission as well.”

Lilith stepped closer, inclining her head slightly in respect but already curious. Seraphina rarely involved students so directly in significant school matters. She felt the weight of the headmistress's gaze upon her, as if she were being evaluated.

“Some important books from the school library have gone missing,” Seraphina continued, her tone growing darker. “Books on studies about the vulnerabilities of warlocks’ testicles, exploring how we witches can use this knowledge to our advantage.” She paused, observing Lilith’s reaction, who narrowed her eyes with interest. “The problem is that these books haven’t just disappeared—they’ve been destroyed. We found ashes in some spots, clear signs that they were burned.”

“Burned?” Lilith repeated, surprised. It was rare for anyone to dare destroy magical property, especially something so relevant to studying men’s weaknesses.

Seraphina nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes. Clearly, this was a deliberate action, probably by some warlock unhappy with the fact that women dominate the knowledge about their weaknesses. They’ve always been sensitive about the subject… understanding their weaknesses is what gives us the advantage.”

Lilith leaned forward, intrigued. “And do you think it was a professor at the school?”

“Probably. We have suspicions but nothing concrete yet. If it were up to me, I’d punish all the men in this school without hesitation. Why not? I can.” Seraphina smiled dangerously. “But as much as I think it’s the right thing to do, the rules are clear… though it would be fun to castrate them more than once.”

Lilith blinked, a bit confused. “More than once?”

Seraphina let out a soft laugh, enjoying the young witch’s confused look. “Oh, yes, indeed. You see, depending on the damage done, a witch can regenerate a man’s testicle, if she so desires. The power is entirely in our hands.” She lifted her chin, proud. “The best part is that only the witch who destroyed it can regenerate it! It’s like a joke from nature, an inexplicable rule, but… I’m not complaining, haha!”

Lilith’s eyes widened. “Have you castrated Professor Armand?” The image of the imposing professor, always calm and composed, being castrated was almost surreal.

Seraphina laughed more openly this time. “No, no, Armand is an old friend. We even studied together, and I’ve tortured him many times, but with people I’m close to, I tend to be… softer… I mean… sometimes… (Seraphina recalls last week when she used weights on Armand’s balls).”

Lilith smiled, enjoying the thought, curious to hear stories from when Seraphina and Armand studied together. But her amusement was cut short when Seraphina shook her head.

“But he isn’t the culprit this time,” Seraphina clarified. “He’s the only man I can guarantee isn’t involved. When this happened, he was under the spell ‘A Man’s Fate’ cast by Morgana. I’ve never seen a man manage any kind of magic under that spell, especially someone with balls as large as his.”

Lilith nodded, disappointed but understanding. “So, the culprit is still at large.”

“Exactly. And that’s why you’re here,” Seraphina said, returning to a serious tone. “I want you to find the responsible party. Go to the professors, investigate, observe their behavior. They know I’m watching, but perhaps you can catch someone slipping up.”

Lilith grinned mischievously. “I’ll love this mission.”

Seraphina smiled back. “I knew you’d say that.”

Valerya, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and handed a scroll to Lilith. “Here are the mission details. Use this to note your findings.”

Lilith accepted the scroll and turned to leave, ready to begin her investigation. But before she opened the door, she heard Seraphina’s voice behind her.

“Valerya,” the headmistress called, extending her hand. “My stress balls.”

Valerya stepped closer, performing a small gesture with her hands. Two glowing testicles, enveloped in a magical aura, appeared in her palm. She delicately placed them on Seraphina’s desk, who began squeezing them slowly.

Lilith heard a muffled scream coming from the adjacent room, where a professor was teaching. She recognized the voice, filled with pain and agony.

Seraphina opened a wide smile, her fingers squeezing the testicles firmly, feeling the power she held over the man on the other side of the wall. “It never gets old,” she murmured to herself, pressing harder as the sound of desperate groans filled the air. “Well… that professor won’t forget to correct the tests now, that’s for sure,” Valerya said with a soft laugh.

Lilith took one last look back, seeing Seraphina’s devilish smile and the glowing testicles under her hands. She couldn’t help but smile as well. It was good to be on the side of power.

Now, all that was left was to find the next man to be punished.

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Ah... Let's go... It's going to be difficult to give this warning here at the end... Well, I didn't even know if I would post this arc here, so don't get excited about these "missions", they may appear later on, but they will probably be rare things... There will probably be 1 more episode talking about this, and then we will include a new character, there will be... I believe 4 or 5 episodes around this new character, and we will FINALLY be able to start the story the way I want, so again, thank you very much to everyone who has been patient so far, and thanks for reading!

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Previous chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1ge8mmw/lillith_chapter_8_consequences/

The door to the girl's dressing room was half open. Marcus could hear the sounds of girls playing volleyball in the gym. At 6 PM, almost no other people were around at campus anymore. It was an ideal opportunity for him to do what he always wanted to do. Marcus went ahead and slowly put his head through the door - noone was inside. Carefully, he opened the door and walked into the dressing room. Directly to his right, he saw what he had always admired so much: the shoes of fellow college student Anne. He spent pretty much every class they had together just staring at her beautiful Adidas Spezial sneakers.

Marcus knelt down and slowly picked up the right shoe. His dick got rock hard as he put his nose into the beautiful blue sneaker, smelling the scent of feet and sweat. Without even considering anything, Marcus slowly put his left hand into his pants, reaching for his dick. He was caught in what almost could be described as trance once he started rubbing his dick. His massive nuts started jiggling and the pleasure in him was growing rapidly.

"Marcus?"

His face instantly went red as he heard his name. Instinctively, he got his hand out of his pants and turned around, but it was too late. Claire, Anne's best friend, was standing right in the door. Her mouth was standing open wide, and she had dropped her bag out of shock.

"What are you doing here", Marcus whispered, "I thought you were playing volleyball with Anne."

"You wish I was playing volleyball with Anne", Claire replied, "because then I would not have seen what you are doing here. Has anyone ever told you that you are a disgusting pig?"

Claire stepped into the room, her face was getting red out of anger. Her white Adidas Superstars were looking hot in combination with the tight black leggings and the red hoodie she was wearing. He always admired her for her looks - her bright blonde hair, they beautiful face with the deep, blue eyes...and her tiny feet of course. The sight of her alone made him hard again.

"A dumb, disgusting swine. That's what you are. And I'll tell everyone about this.", Claire said to him. She was standing right in front of the guy on the floor.

"Please Claire", Marcus said with a sobbing voice, "don't do it. It's not my fault...I just can't help but to love feet and shoes."

Claire looked at him, the anger in her face slowly fading away. Or was it rather turning into amusement?

"Actually", Claire said with a strangely calm voice now, "I have a better idea than just telling everyone. You could do me a little favor."

"What is it? Do you need something for college? I can help you with anything, I only have As."

"How about that: You meet me under the new bridge over the river tomorrow, 10 AM. I meet up there with two friends of mine, we were gonna take some photos of us in front of the river. We still need a photographer, and you'd be a cheap option."

Marcus looked at her with a face that looked incredibly stupid. But he just didn't understand what she could possibly want from him there.

"Are you serious? That's it? I'd be down for that...for a minute it sounded like you wanted to kill me or anything when you said 'under the bridge'!"

"You sick fuck! Do I look as if I wanted to kill you? Do I look as if I was strong enough to kill you? Don't be so stupid. Be there tomorrow morning, 10 o' clock. Or should I just tell everyone in the gym right away?" Claire got up and walked a towards the other door in the dressing room leading into the gym.

"No! I'll do whatever you want from me. Just don't tell the girls." Marcus was still kneeling. It was very suiting, because he was completely at Claire's mercy in that moment. Claire turned around, stood still for one second, and then walked back to Marcus. Her eyes were filled with excitement.

"Good. 10 o' clock it is, then. And now get the fuck out of this room."

Marcus got up and ran out of the room. He closed the door immediately and walked a few feet away. Then, he leant onto the wall, his brain was going crazy. What could Claire possibly want from him under the bridge? Would she really not tell anyone? Not even her best friend Anne?

...

Then the next morning came. Marcus got up with a sick feeling in his stomach. He wasn't really able to get some good sleep as the events of the day before were just too much for him. Still, he had to be at the bridge at 10 o' clock. He had a coffee, no breakfast, donned his clothes and got out of his house. Just 15 minutes later, he was at the bridge that crossed the local river. Marcus looked at the stair leading down to said river and spotted a girl standing at the very bottom. That must be Claire, he thought. He took a deep breath and went down the stairs. It took him three minutes, as the river was essentially located in a canyon that went through the city.

"You're late." Claire was standing right at the end of the stairs. Marcus' dick immediately got rock hard again. Claire was wearing a black business coat, a skirt that covered her upper legs but didn't reach her knees, and some black leather riding boots. He had seen her wearing the boots before and couldn't help but to look them up on the internet as they were just so amazing. Fulton Harness was the name of the model. The name was burned into his memory, he had jerked off to pictures of the boots countless times. And he'd also taken some photos of Claire wearing them at college a few times...but that should remain his secret forever. Marcus hoped that Claire didn't see the dick getting hard in his pants.

"It's only two minutes, that's not that bad.", Marcus replied.

"Well, I guess so. Sara, Victoria, come here. Our photographer is here." Two girls walked around the corner behind Claire. Marcus knew them both - they too were fellow college students. As far as Marcus knew all the girls around him at this moment were betweem 20 and 22 and had insanely pretty feet...Victoria wore some amazing Stuart Weitzman 5050 overknees with a flat heel, a black coat and tightjeans, while Sara was wearing some black inee high Tommy Hilfiger Block Branding Boots as well as leggings and an oversized hoodie. Marcus's rock got super hard at the sight of the three blonde chicks and their elegant boots.

"So I guess we can start now, right?", Claire said. "Sara, Victoria, why don't you position yourselves to the left and right to Marcus? Let's have a picture with our photographer as well.

"Sure, Claire!", Victoria said and went to the right of Marcus. She stood very close to him and put her arm over his shoulder. Sara did the same, but on Marcus' left. It was a weird feeling for Marcus. He was totally fixed between the two girls, unable to move.

"Hey Marcus", Sara said, spread your legs a bit. You look a bit stiff."

"Oh yes, sorry", Marcus said and spread his legs a bit more.

"Perfect, Sara. That'll do." Claire went around them and postitioned herself behind them. "I'm gonna start with a shot from the back, okay?"

WHAM

A sudden wave of pain overcame Marcus. Claire had kicked swung her riding boot directly into his nuts. The brutal impact of the leather made him emit a deep scream. He shouldn't have been so stupid. He should have know this was a trap all along. Marcus's feet wanted to give way, but he couldn't fall to the ground. The two girls were making sure he was standing upright, legs wide open.

"Well well well, how about that? Thought I'd let you get away with that perverted fetish? I'm gonna bash your fucking balls in!", Claire yelled. Then, another wave of pain was rolling through his testicles. Claire had again blasted her boot into his nuts from behind and hit it perfectly with the instep of he foot. Marcus grunted, but he had little air for that because Claire immediately swung her boot into his nuts again. Tears started rolling down Marcus's face. He had never experienced so much pain before in his life.

"Awww look Claire, the guy's in tears already!", Victoria exclaimed with a laugh. Claire went around the three and looked at Marcus from just a feet away. She stared directly into his eyes.

"How do you like this, Marcus?", Claire asked with a smirk on her face.

"I...don't...please just let...let me go..."

"Let you go? Oh, how naive men can be! No Marcus, I'm gonna continue busting your balls for a bit and then we'll talk about how we should continue. I'm not gonna let you walk away until you understand that you are a sick pervert."

Marcus looked at her, more tears started rolling down his face. "Please Claire, I understand. I...I really do."

But Claire just laughed it off. "What a pathetic lie! Three kicks to the balls surely don't suffice to change your mind!". Claire took a deep breath, drew her leg back and then smashed it up into Marcus's groin. A sharp scream came out of Marcus's mouth, followed by another kick into his nuts. This was the worst one so far. Claire had put so much power into this kick that both his balls were smashed against his pelvis bone. To Marcus, it felt as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer.

"Okay, take off his pants. I want to kick his balls naked."

"No!! Please don't do that! You're gonna get in troube if anyone sees this!" Marcus screamed. But Sara just laughed.

"See this? You are such a fool, nobody's gonna get here! It's freaking cold and there's nothing to do down here!", she said. Then, Sara positioned herself in front of Marcus.

"Hold still." With that, she blasted her knee into the guy's groin, sending him to the ground. Marcus's nuts felt crushed, and pain was rolling through his entire body. He wasn't able to resist the two girls pulling down his pants.

"Now Marcus, I'm gonna tell you the main problem with all men out there. It's simple: You have two testicles.", Claire said while kneeling down next to him, looking into his tearful face.

"They produce all this toxic testosterone that fuels your disgusting fetish and controls your action. This is why, if I had anything to say, would propose this: Every man is allowed to dispense some sperm once fertile. This way you can always have kids. Then, your balls are either chopped off or crushed, this ensures that they cannot control you anymore."

"You are a psychopath, Claire!", Marcus screamed.

"A psychopath? Is that so?", Claire asked and got up. "Well, if I am such a psychopath then surely my actions must be reprehensible. Too bad for you that I don't give a fuck though. Girls, lift this pathetic piece of shit off the ground and spread his legs."

Victoria and Sara violently pulled Marcus from the ground, gripped his arms tight and ensured his legs were spread wide open. His red and swollen testicles were now hanging in the air without pants surrounding them.

"You have some really big balls", Claire said, "a shame I have to kick them to mush." Then she drew her leg back and hammered it up into his balls. The sickening sound of leather connecting with bare skin echoed through the area. Marcus screamed in agony, but he couldn't do anything. Claire now delivered a barrage of fast and powerful kicks, each time her riding boot hit the nuts with deadly precison.

After a minute of non-stop kicks, Claire swung her boot into Marcus' balls for the last time before Marcus fell to the ground. Both Victoria and Sara had let loose of him, allowing him to fall flat onto the ground. While falling, everything he had with him fell out of Marcus's pockets. Keys, some playing cards and his phone

"Uh loon here girls, Marcus's phone", Victoria giggled. "Maybe he genuinely wants a photo of him lying flat on the ground?"

"Great idea Victoria!", Sara said and picked up his phone. "You know what? Why don't we see what kind of stuff he has on his phone anyways? What about the code, Marcus?"

Marcus froze. He knew exactly that he would be in deep shit if they looked through his photos.

"Ah screw it, just try 1234. Men are always stupid so this is probably right," Claire said.

"Oh yes, look, you're right!", Sara said. "Let's check some of his pics first, right? Maybe he's one of these idiots with dick pics on his phone."

Marcus's heart was pounding heavily. But the girls didn't say anything. Marcus looked up and suddenly saw Claire's face turn red.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK", she suddenly screamed. "Why the fuck did you take pictures of us and our feet? You have like dozens of pics of my boots alone!", Claire yelled at him, anger thundering through the air.

"You know what girls?", Claire said to Victoria and Sara, "this pervert needs a lesson. A serious one! What do you think?"

"Absolutely, Claire!", Sara replied. Victoria was nodding in agreement.

Claire stepped closer towards Marcus, her face still red and filled with hate. "Let's get rid of those nuts for you!"

To be continued.

Attention, this is a fictional story and ALL characters are of legal age, thank you, and enjoy reading!

A warning before the story begins, this story is quite long, there were 2 separate stories, but I realized that it would be possible to leave them in the same chapter, I want to remind you to be patient, Lillith's story will take a while to "get on track" and really start being something, we are almost halfway through the episodes ready, and we can finally start the thing seriously! My initial idea was to post only on the weekend, but I want to get these stories ready so much that I will post some days of the week too, thank you for your patience and enjoy reading!

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Professor Armand was in his classroom, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he explained the intricate details of a rejuvenation potion. The students were focused, or at least pretending to be, except for Lilith, who, as usual, was distracted, gazing out the window. Annoyed by her lack of attention, Armand decided to ignore her behavior for the moment, focusing on completing his explanation.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was a soft, polite knock, yet firm enough to break his train of thought. He glanced at the door, hesitating for a moment before motioning for it to open. The door creaked slightly as it swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Seraphina's secretary.

The secretary, named Valerya, was a tall woman with an imposing presence. Her long black hair fell straight over her shoulders, reaching halfway down her back. Her eyes were a deep, piercing blue, seeming to see through any disguise or weakness. Valerya wore a fitted black pencil skirt that outlined her curves impeccably, accompanied by a snug white blouse with a modest neckline that still emphasized her full chest. To complete the look, she wore a pair of elegant black heels that echoed on the stone floor with each firm step.

Armand’s gaze inevitably drifted over her figure, his eyes lingering on her chest a second longer than would be considered appropriate. He then quickly shifted his gaze back to her eyes, only to be met with a slight raised eyebrow, as if she were accustomed to such reactions.

Valerya remained silent for a moment, clearly waiting for him to stop staring at her so inappropriately before speaking. When they finally made proper eye contact, she said in a calm but authoritative voice, “Ms. Seraphina would like to see you in her office immediately after class.” She didn’t wait for a lengthy response, simply gave a slight nod, and turned to leave, leaving the professor a bit flustered.

Armand simply nodded, still somewhat unsettled by Valerya’s presence, but quickly turned his attention back to the classroom. His eyes automatically found Lilith, still gazing distantly out the window. Frustrated, he finally decided to call her attention.

“Lilith,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence of the room. “If you paid more attention in class instead of staring out the window, perhaps you’d get better grades.” His voice was firm, laced with exasperation.

Lilith, without even fully turning her head, only glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Her expression was one of complete indifference, as if he hadn’t said anything worthy of her attention. With a swift gesture, she flicked a small paper ball from her desk. The ball flew with surprising precision, landing directly on the professor’s balls.

The entire room held its breath for a moment. Armand froze, his eyes widening, but the expected pain didn’t come. It was just a paper ball, after all. However, the gesture alone was provocative enough. Though it hadn’t caused pain, the message was clear. Lilith knew exactly what she was implying with that move.

The professor clenched his fists, clearly irritated by the student’s insolent attitude, but chose not to overreact. He knew that any retaliation at that moment would only fuel Lilith’s defiant behavior. Instead, he simply gave her a stern look, making it clear he didn’t appreciate the provocation, but he said nothing.

After class ended, Armand made his way to Seraphina's office, his heart beating a bit faster than usual. He knew that being summoned by Seraphina rarely meant anything good, especially considering the events of the previous week.

Upon entering the room, Seraphina was seated behind her desk, with a stack of papers in front of her. Her long scarlet hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had a look of disdain as she gazed at the professor. "Professor Armand," she said, without lifting her eyes from the papers. "You've been... making several questionable choices this week."

She picked up one of the papers and began reading it, calmly listing his offenses. "Failing to engage distracted students, excessive use of magic without necessity, and, of course, challenging a student to a duel... Oh, and let's not forget my favorite," she said with a malicious smile. "Calling my breasts 'mountains' on the battlefield." She looked up, her eyes glinting with malice.

Armand's face heated up instantly. He knew that comment, made in the heat of the moment during his fight with Lilith, would come back to haunt him. "I... I can explain," he began, but Seraphina raised her hand to silence him.

"No, professor, I understand perfectly. And of course, I can’t let all this slide without consequences," she said with a hint of amusement. The professor lowered his head, resigned, assuming he would face a financial penalty. "Of course, I accept any appropriate punishment," he said sadly.

Seraphina smiled, but there was something dangerous in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't dock your pay." She glanced at Valerya, who was standing behind Armand. Valerya took the cue and nodded.

Before Armand could react, Valerya positioned herself behind him and, with surprising speed, delivered a brutal kick straight to the professor’s groin.

The impact was devastating. Armand let out a high-pitched scream as he collapsed to his knees, his hands instinctively flying to his crotch as his body curled up in agony. Tears were already streaming down his face, and he could barely breathe from the intensity of the pain radiating from his balls.

Seraphina, without a hint of sympathy, merely watched with a satisfied smile. "Now that’s settled," she said, picking up the paper with the list of infractions again, "let’s get to the real punishment."

She snapped her fingers, and a magic aura glowed around Armand’s testicles. "I just made your precious orbs extremely resilient," she said calmly. "A rare defensive spell; although you’ll resist the blows, the pain will still be felt... a bit worse, actually." Armand recognized the spell—some wizards used it to try to prevent the destruction of their testicles in combat. It didn’t help much, as despite being nearly indestructible, the testicles became more sensitive to pain. "Which means I can do whatever I want to them... indefinitely."

Before Armand could fully grasp what this meant, Seraphina snapped her fingers again, and all the professor’s clothes vanished, leaving him in just his underwear, paralyzed on the floor with his legs spread. Valerya returned, bringing with her a series of gym weights, each weighing 10 kg.

Seraphina began to read the list of infractions, and for each item listed, Valerya lifted a weight and dropped it directly onto the professor’s groin. "Failing to gain the students’ attention," THUD. "Brewing the wrong potion in his own class," THUD... with each item, the sound of the weights dropping and Armand’s stifled screams of pain echoed through the room as he writhed in agony.

Finally, at the last offense—"calling my breasts mountains"—Seraphina herself picked up the final weight. She held it above her head for a moment, her face filled with pure fury, making sure to look Armand in the eyes before throwing it down with all her strength directly onto his balls. The impact made the professor scream in absolute agony, his body convulsing in pain.

When the weights vanished, Seraphina approached and delivered a final stomp, her high heels cruelly crushing the professor's already battered testicles. "I hope you’ve learned your lesson," she said coldly. "Now, get out of my office; you've wasted enough of my time."

With one final snap of her fingers, Armand was magically transported back to his classroom, fully dressed, but still lying on the floor, clutching his balls and sobbing uncontrollably. He stayed there for almost an hour, unable to move, consumed by pain and humiliation.

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Nearly four hours later, the professor was sitting at his desk, his brow furrowed in anger as he reviewed some exams, trying to keep his mind focused on work. However, his thoughts kept drifting back to the day he was humiliated by Seraphina and her secretary. The weight of that punishment, both physical and psychological, still lingered over him. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of hatred and humiliation. This feeling was constant, haunting him whenever his thoughts wandered back to that afternoon.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room, making him jump in his chair. The door had been thrown open with tremendous force, slamming against the wall. He stood up immediately, a furious expression on his face. "What the hell is it now?!" he thought, already prepared to vent his frustration on whoever the intruder was.

But when his eyes met the imposing figure of Morgana, he froze for a brief moment. The witch who had been demonstrating ball torture to Lilith, the same witch who had nearly made him beg for mercy, stood at the entrance with eyes blazing with fury. He tried to speak, his voice hesitant and surprised.

“Morg…” he began, but was abruptly interrupted.

With a simple wave of Morgana’s hand, a floorboard suddenly rose from the ground, shooting up with impressive speed and striking his right testicle directly. The impact was brutal, causing him to double over in pain as a guttural scream escaped his throat. The pain was so intense he could barely breathe, let alone comprehend what was happening.

“You bastard!” Morgana roared, advancing toward him. Before he could react, her fist met his face with enough force to send him sprawling to the floor. His head spun, and the pain in his testicle radiated throughout his body as he tried, in vain, to stand up.

Before he could process the situation, Morgana pressed her high heel directly onto his right testicle, applying so much pressure he felt like it was going to burst. The stiletto dug mercilessly into his flesh, and he screamed in pure agony. Every fiber of his being trembled under that unbearable pain. His testicle felt as if it was on the verge of exploding, as though the heel would split it in two.

"You set up the entire grounds just to trap Lilith!" Morgana shouted, her voice dripping with rage. He tried to scream back, but it was a scream devoid of any coherence, swallowed up by the overwhelming pain. The professor couldn’t even attempt to respond, as the pain completely consumed him.

“You’re going to pay dearly for this! You’ll learn never to mess with a woman!” Morgana’s voice was thunderous, full of authority. She twisted her foot on his testicle, the stiletto sinking even deeper, forcing the organ down as if she intended to impale it. He felt as if his testicle was about to burst under that insane pressure. His scream of pain echoed through the room, his eyes wide, his breathing ragged, sweat streaming down his face.

“I’ll make you understand,” she continued, in a cold tone, “that when you have balls between your legs and a woman commands you, you just obey!”

She lifted her heel from his testicle, but the pain lingered, throbbing, making him shake. He thought he might experience a brief moment of relief, but he was completely mistaken. Morgana raised her hands, her fingers drawing patterns in the air as she began muttering words he knew all too well. His mind, still fogged by pain, took a moment to realize what she was doing, and when he did, his heart froze in fear.

“No! No, please!” he screamed, his eyes wide with terror. “Not that! Anything but that!” He pleaded, his voice filled with panic, but Morgana merely smiled coldly as she completed the incantation.

With a final gesture, the curse “A Man’s Fate” was cast. Instantly, he felt a new pain, even worse than the previous one. His right testicle, already swollen and bruised, began to compress in the center, as if an invisible band was squeezing the organ in half. The pain was indescribable, a constant agony that made him wish he could lose consciousness, but the curse prevented it.

He looked down, clearly seeing the effect of the curse. Even through his pants, the testicle’s deformation was visible, with a discernible line of compression in the center, squeezing it as if it were a fruit about to be sliced. The pain was relentless, offering no respite. And he knew this would last for an entire week.

Morgana cast him a final look of disdain. “You’re going to learn now. When you mess with a woman, the price is paid with your balls, you bastard!” She turned, hips swaying confidently, as she exited the room, cursing him with every insult imaginable. "One-balled coward! Pathetic! You're lucky you're protected by the school, or I'd smash those pathetic little things."

She left, the door slamming shut behind her. The professor lay on the floor, crying, clutching his deformed testicle as the pain consumed him. There was nothing he could do, and the days that followed were a true hell.

--

Two days later, Seraphina stormed into his office, furious. “You missed two days of classes! This is unacceptable!” She began shouting but then her eyes fell on his desk, where a half-eaten plate of food sat as if someone hadn’t managed to finish. Her gaze shifted further down and saw Armand, still on the floor, groaning in pain. She looked at his testicle, clearly seeing the compression mark.

A cruel laugh escaped her lips.

“So that’s it…” She smiled, clearly amused by the sight. “Look at you, crying over a squeezed pathetic ball. That’s hilarious! Well... whether you like it or not, that’s what you get for challenging a woman to a duel…” She approached, crouching beside him. “If you don’t get up and teach your class now, I’ll place the same spell on your other ball. The choice is yours.”

With those cruel words, Seraphina stood up and left the room, leaving him to face his pain alone.

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Previous chprt:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gdkgaj/lillith_chapter_7_the_duel/

A repost of a more recent story from my old account.

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Darius awoke on the cool, concrete floor. His dark, oily hands slowly made their way to his aching groin and he groaned as he clutched at his shattered manhood. A single tear trickled down his ebony cheek, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his fingers confirmed what his heart already knew, she had ruined him as a man.

10 minutes earlier…

Darius slid out from under Hanna’s shiny red Corvette, wiped his hands on a filthy gray rag tucked into his grimy denim coveralls and stood up.

At six, six and two forty he towered over Hanna, who was barely five four and a hundred pounds soaking wet, and most of that was in her big breasts. Breasts that Darius had no inhibitions about ogling as he leered down her low cut top.

‘Looks like you need a new engine mount,’ Darius grinned, his eyes still fixed on her chest, ‘it’ll take a few days, need to order the part, take the motor out. No way it'll be less than a thousand bucks.’

Hanna forced herself to remain calm. This wasn't the first time someone had tried to take her for a ride. She knew she should have brought some of her own tools on this cross country trip to visit her friend in Seattle, but space was tight and she really wanted to pack in more outfits for when they hit the clubs.

‘Like I said… Darius,’ Hanna replied coolly, reading his name tag off his coveralls, ‘I’m pretty sure it's just a loose muffler, can't you just weld on a new hanger so it doesn't hit the frame? I tore apart this whole engine six months ago, the mounts are brand new. It's the exhaust I never got around to.’

Darius’ eyes narrowed, he finally looked up from her cleavage to focus on her big blue eyes. He let out a low whistle, looking her up and down with the merest modicum of respect.

‘Not just a pretty set of tits huh?’ Darius grinned, his crooked teeth the perfect match to his crooked attitude.

Hanna shivered despite the heat of the summer night, crossed her thin, toned arms across her chest. She felt suddenly very exposed, standing before this hulk of a man, knowing the two of them were alone, Darius’ workshop set back from the lonely road she had limped the Corvette along just an hour before, until the neon sign of his lonely workshop beckoned her in, like an oasis in the desert. The scenario was halfway between some half baked porno plot or the opening scene of a slasher flick, and neither prospect appealed to her. She took a half step back, her ass bumping against a tool trolley that blocked her immediate escape.

‘I tell you what, blondie,’ Darius went on, seemingly enjoying the discomfort that was spreading across Hanna’s face, ‘I’ll weld on a new muffler bracket for you, I'll even do it while you wait.’

Hanna relaxed slightly, maybe this wasn't going the way she dreaded, perhaps he respected the fact she had called him on his bullshit.

‘How much?’ she asked warily.

‘No charge, blondie,’ Darius grinned, ‘but since you're quite the mechanic yourself, maybe you could help me with something?’

‘Sure…’ Hanna ventured, brightening as she realized she might be out of her soon, and back on the road north.

‘I really need you to drain my oil, blondie.’ Darius drawled, his large hands working swiftly and dexterously to unbutton the flies of his overalls.

Hanna gasped, frozen in place as Darius fished out the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen. Thick as her wrist and tipped with a gleaming purple head, it was already oozing precum like a leaking faucet. She watched, transfixed as he dragged his heavy balls through the gap under his cock, the fat orbs tumbling out to hang in their shiny, black sack between his legs.

She shuddered as he placed a hand on her shoulder, his grimy palm leaving a dark stain on her pale skin and the strap or her vest as he firmly pushed her to her knees on the hard floor.

‘Suck it, you white bitch!’ Darius snarled, closing his eyes and slowly thrusting his hips towards her, his hardening cock brushing against her cheek.

Hanna shivered, her hands reaching behind her to steady herself. She tried to find the strength to fight back, but he was so big, so strong, so… Her hand found the tool trolly behind her, her fingers tracing the outlines of the cold steel of each tool heaped upon its surface.

As her hand tightened around the cool metal of the wrench she felt a strength flow into her. She looked up at Darius, his eyes closed in ecstasy as his cock slapped against her cheek. With her left hand she grasped his throbbing length, lifted it out of the way of his hanging orbs.

‘Yeah blondie, drain my oil baby!’

‘How about,’ Hanna whispered, raising the wrench with her right hand, ‘I loosen your nuts instead.’

Whump!

Hanna slammed the wrench into Darius’ big balls, the tool thudding deep into his right testicle and glancing cruelly against the left. She watched, satisfied, as his heavy nuts swung up between his legs, separating in his sack as they traveled up to bump against the ass and taint.

‘Oh fuck!’ Darius mewled plaintively, his hands moving to protect his savaged jewels. He was too slow.

Whump!

Hanna smashed his balls again, this time nailing him right in the left nut. She felt the reverberation travel through the wrench, a testament to the strength of the blow. She was thin, but strong, her muscles developed by long hours working on her Corvette every evening and weekend for the past three years.

‘Hnnngghh!’ Darius groaned as he staggered away. He didn't get far, Hanna still had his rigid cock wrapped tightly in her left hand and she yanked it, keeping him upright.

Whump!

Whump!

Whump!

Whump!

Darius screamed, his once baritone voice raising a few octaves as Hanna repeatedly beat his balls with the heavy wrench. She kept swinging until her wrist and forearm burned, before dropping it with a clatter.

She twisted his cock in her strong grip, making him squeal and dance on his tip toes.

Crack.

She felt something give inside his massive tool, some integral part of him giving way under her relentless assault.

‘Hope that came with a warranty.’ Hanna giggled, letting him finally collapse to the floor. His balls were hideously swollen, throbbing like softballs under his huge cock, it's length now tragically bent, giving it the look of a thick, black boomerang.

Darius looked up at her, his cruel eyes now full of fear. He held up his hands in supplication, pleading for mercy.

‘Oh shit Darius,’ Hanna grinned, raising her leg as she looking down at his quivering genitals, ‘looks like you've got a flat.’

Pop!

Darius screamed as Hanna stomped down, his swollen left nut taking the brunt of her blow as it caved in under the sole of her shoe. She couldn't believe it, she'd actually heard it burst as she made him into half a man. His head fell back on the concrete, his scream fading as he passed out from the agony and humiliation.

She looked down as she raised her foot, giggling as she watched his big, bent cock twitch and pulse as it spewed thick ropes of jizz over his coveralls. The cum was thick and tinged with pink, Hanna felt her pussy moisten as she realized Darius was actually ejaculating the contents of his ruptured left testicle.

Hanna slipped a hand into the front of her jeans, her fingers feeling the wet heat from her shaved cunt as she hungrily rubbed her stiff clit. Looking down at his misshapen sack and broken dick, she toyed with the idea of leaving him one testicle, leaving him a chance to remain a man. She touched her cheek, felt the cold slime, remembered the fear and humiliation of his dirty dick rubbing against her cheek.

She raised her foot again, her body tingling as her orgasm approached.

CRUNCH!

Hanna squealed as she came, her body shuddering as she ruptured Darius’ remaining testicle, his fat sack flattening completely under her foot.

When her orgasm finally subsided she grabbed a couple of metal hose clamps and crawled under her Corvette, fastening the broken muffler up and out of the way.

Her tires squealed as she tore out of the deserted workshop, leaving twin lines of rubber on the two lane blacktop. Her wet cunt leaked onto the soft leather of the driver’s seat while Darius’ ruined cock leaked on his denim covered thigh. In the morning, she’d be five hundred miles from here.

She slid a folded up note across the table to me. I opened it.

“Do you want me to kick you in the balls?” It said. 

I was stunned. Yes, I wanted that more than anything. I was already getting hard just thinking about it. How had she known? I hadn’t said anything to her all semester. 

I thought I was lucky when I walked into my freshman English class and saw a cheerleader sitting alone. I still remember it, I could see the lines of her bra through the thin t-shirt she was wearing. I sat down next to her but didn’t say anything. Play it cool I thought. After a few minutes I turned to her and said hello and told her my name. She said hers was Sasha and didn’t say anything else. I didn’t either. 

Sasha is pretty tall for a woman, almost as tall as I am. She has light brown hair and tremendous breasts. I fantasize all the time about her ass and what it must look like, but she likes to wear long shirts and sweatshirts so I’ve never been able to see it. 

That had been mostly it for the past three weeks. I figured if she wanted to talk to me, she would. So I just waited. I raised my hand in class, tried to say smart things and hoped that she would be impressed. 

And all the while, I fantasized about her. I wanted her to do horrible things to me. Sometimes I had to pull my chair in really close to the table to hide my boners. Nearly every day, I left that class, went back to my dorm and jerked off. 

I really wanted her to kick me in the balls. I wanted her to do so much more than that. But I was ashamed. A real man shouldn’t want that, should he? A real woman would never want a man who’s into that? 

So I just stared at the paper, totally lost for what to say. Then I looked over at her and I knew that she knew. I had hesitated too long. If I truly didn’t want that, I would have been disgusted and said No immediately. But I didn’t. She knew I wanted it. So I just nodded. 

Class ended right then. I didn’t even hear what the Professor said, but all of the sudden everyone was standing up and leaving. 

“Follow me,” she said. 

The hallways were packed, as all the classes were ending right now. Which was good because I was hard as a rock. I held a book in front of myself, but no one would’ve seen anyways. I followed her down the stairs, out of the building and across the Commons to the Graduate library. She must have thought of this ahead of time. The Graduate Library was perfect because no one ever went there. It was all dusty and full of the the boring books. There were probably a hundred places in that building where she could kick me and no one would ever know. 

The whole time, she never looked back to see if I was following. She knew I would be. While we walked I noticed her shoes. Converse low tops, black, white crew cut socks. My boner raged just thinking about it. I still couldn’t see her ass, hidden by her sweater. 

She led me up the stairs to the fifth floor. We walked to the back corner and into the Ladies’ Room. As soon as we were inside, she turned around and locked the door behind me. 

“Strip. All your clothes off.” She said. I hesitated, this was more than I signed up for. “Now!” She said. 

Thirty seconds later, I was totally naked. My erection pointing almost straight up, it was so hard. She looked at it and smirked. 

“You really do want this, don’t you?” 

I didn’t respond. I was too embarrassed. 

“Don’t you?” She said, grabbing my jaw firmly in her hand. 

“Yes, I do” I said. I felt a little precum leaking out.

“Good boy.” She let go and turned around to face the bathroom mirror. She took out a stick of lip gloss and started putting it on. 

“Here’s the deal,” she said. “You write all of my English papers from now on, and I pay you in kicks in the balls.” My dick jumped at that one. She saw it and smirked again. “I’ll take that as a yes. Every paper you write earns you five kicks to the balls, one after every class. If the paper gets an A, I’ll give you a sixth kick on Saturday and let you hold one of my boobs before I do it.” My dick jumped again. The drop of precum was starting to dribble down. 

“If the paper gets a B, no sixth kick and definitely no boobs for you. If any paper gets a C or worse, I tell 5 girls I know about you and I tell them to tell whoever they want. If another paper gets a C or worse, I tell 5 different girls. And so on.”

“If I get an A for the whole class, I’ll give you 10 kicks and I’ll let you choose between seeing me naked or touching my pussy.”

“If I get a B, I’ll still give you 10 kicks but you get neither.”

She now stepped towards me and leaned in close. No part of her touched my body but I could feel the electricity of her presence on my naked skin. 

“If I get a C or worse, I’ll tell every girl I know about you, and tell her to tell every girl SHE knows.  By the time we come back for next semester, every girl on campus will know you like to have your balls kicked. Understand?”

I nodded. My dick was jumping repeatedly now. I thought I was going to cum.

“Give me your phone,” she said. I handed it to her and she put her phone number in, then handed it back to me. 

“Okay big boy, on your knees, hands behind your back.” She said. I did so. She picked up my shirt and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold. I couldn’t see a thing. Then she opened my mouth and shoved something in there. I thought it was my underwear but I really had no idea. “Don’t want you attracting attention,” she said. “And hold your dick up, I don’t wanna hit it by accident”. I did. 

In the next instant, her foot connected with my balls and everything exploded in pain. She must have really wound up and snap kicked me. I was on the ground, my hands between my legs and in the fetal position. I didn’t even take the blindfold off or the gag out of my mouth. I didn’t care about either. I was moaning into the gag and rocking gently on the floor. After a minute or two, I heard her step over me and unlock the door. 

“Enjoy!” She said, in a cheery feminine voice. I heard the door open and close. 

Shit, now someone can come in the door. The pain was still unbelievable but I forced myself to take off the gag and blindfold, put my clothes on and shuffle out of the bathroom. 

Outside of the bathroom, I looked around frantically for a chair and sat there for a long time before getting up to walk home. 

My nuts didn’t feel fully better for hours. I was really happy I didn’t have any more classes because I wouldn’t have been able to pay attention. I made it back to my dorm and laid in bed until dinner time. After dinner, they still ached but I could walk a little better and if I sat still it didn’t bother me very much. 

I worked on her paper all night. 

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To be continued. Feedback requested. I plan to make this a long, multi part series. Thanks

As Emma watched her step brother's cock throb and leak mere inches from her pretty face, she began to question the choices she had made leading up to this critical moment in her young life. Her eyes widened as she watched his large, hairless balls swing between his legs, the sight making her body feel warm, and her breath quicken.

XXX

Nineteen years old, bookish and shy, Emma was pretty enough, petite with pale skin and mousy brown hair that framed a symmetrical face. She had firm little breasts and a tight round ass. She probably could have had more than a few boyfriends by now if not for one small problem. She was painfully shy…

It had all started when Emma had confided she was nervous for her next life drawing class. While the other students had seemed excited when the tutor had promised them a male model for their next session, Emma had panicked. The truth was, she had never seen a man naked right in front of her before. What if she couldn't concentrate? What if she fainted? Even worse, what if she threw up?

So when Jason offered to let her make a few practice sketches of him, just to calm her nerves, she had reluctantly accepted. She wondered now if it had just been a ruse to be a perv in front of her, like something out of those nasty videos he always turned off if she came into his room too quickly, a mistake she had long since stopped making. He seemed to take an inordinate amount of delight stripping off in front of her, hopping up on her bed and kneeling in front of her.

Once Emma's immediate shock at the size, and proximity of her step brother's penis had passed, she'd managed to start working.

XXX

Emma chewed on the end of her pencil before returning it to the paper. She had had to start her sketch over when she hadn't left enough room on the first sheet or paper she'd used. This time she was doing better, she felt she'd captured its general shape and size. She moved on to his testicles, lightly sketching their outlines as two spherical orbs.

She frowned and then scrubbed away his balls with her eraser. They weren't actually round, not like she'd imagined, more ovalized. They also dangled a lot lower than she had expected, maybe a result of the heat in the house. They were big, pink and totally smooth. She wondered for a moment if he shaved them. They looked like they would both just about fit in one of her palms.

She tried to start over, to capture their strange shape and size, but was distracted when a long strand of goo began to leak from his penis.

“Does it always do that?” She asked innocently, waving her pencil towards his member.

“Only when I get to show off for you, sis.” Jason laughed, wiggling his hips as a long string of precum dripped down onto her clean sheets, staining the pretty pink covers.

“Umm… okay. You don't need to make this weirder than it already is, Jason.”

Jason slowly thrust his hips forward, his manhood inches from her nose as she tried to concentrate on finishing her sketch.

“Don't be shy, sis. You can touch it if you want to.”

She knew she shouldn't. But she was struggling to really capture his dangly balls. Emma loved her art class and knew she might have to put aside her awkward relationship with the male body if she was ever to have a chance at success.

Jason closed his eyes as her small left hand reached for him, his mind reeling with anticipation. He shuddered when her fingers grazed the underside of his shaft. He bucked his hips again, completely exposing himself to her.

Emma gently cupped his balls, marveling at the weight. They felt like eggs, soft and delicate as they rested on her small palm. She lifted them slightly, admiring their form, if not their function. This was actually helpful, she knew she'd be able to better commit them to art if she understood their weight, their heft, their delicate beauty.

“Be careful, sis!” Jason groaned, his eyes now open, his handsome face looking down at her. Emma broke his gaze and looked at her outstretched hand, realizing suddenly that she'd been unconsciously squeezing his balls, rolling them in her palm as she sought to explore them.

“Please be quiet, Jason.” Emma said sternly, an uncharacteristic confidence underlining her words as she firmly massaged his throbbing balls.

She understood suddenly. This is what people meant when they said they had someone by the balls. Metaphor or not, she realized the power she wielded. No wonder men were so protective of their crotches when playing sports or horsing around with each other on the campus.

Strange how those inhibitions disappeared when they wanted a girl to touch them there. Emma instinctively knew she could do some real damage to Jason if she wanted to. His size, his strength, meant nothing when she held him like this.

“Please, sis,” Jason whined, his usually deep voice breaking a couple of octaves higher than usual, “you're squeezing too hard.”

“Don't be silly,” Emma replied, his fingers clamped around his fragile nuts, “I'm barely squeezing at all!”

Jason groaned, moving his hands to break her grip, then immediately stopping as he felt her little fingertips dig into his big balls. This wasn't what he had wanted. He has expected Emma to at least give him a clumsy hand job when she saw how much of a stud he was. Now his big nuts, freshly shaved for her, were being squeezed like a pair of lemons.

“Fuck, why I am I still so hard?”

Emma smiled up at him.

“Because you're enjoying this, bro.”

He seemed so silly now, the idea of being nervous around something so laughable as a big cock and a swinging set of balls was absurd. Like many women before her, As she cruelly squeezed his balls, Emma realized that men were not the stronger sex, not when their most delicate organs were hanging defenseless out in the open. What was even worse, was that any man could be convinced to put his entire world in her hands with nothing more than a smile and a touch.

“Emma please,” Jason begged, the excitement of his nasty little step-sister fantasy having completely evaporated as his body shuddered in agony, “you're going to crush them!”

“Do you think so, bro?” Emma giggled, mocking his earlier bravado, “Do you think my little hand could burst your balls?”

Jason groaned, fear in his eyes. Regardless, his hips continued to gently buck, his rock hard cock throbbing despite the assault on his soft babymakers below. She wouldn't really do it, would she? Damage him beyond repair? The thought terrified him, but somewhere, deep down, he felt excitement. His dick kept throbbing and shame mixed with fear in his eyes as he felt his orgasm build.

“Maybe I won't crush them,” Emma relented, “but I think I will teach you a little lesson, something to remind you that step-sisters are off limits to nasty boys like you.”

Unaware of his impending eruption, Emma dropped her pencil from her right hand and balled it into a fist. With no warning she punched him hard, her knuckles crunching into his trapped testicles with a loud clap

“Oh god, no!” Jason screamed, as Emma finally released him. Before he could even think of cupping at his aching balls his cock began to erupt, long ropes of cum jetting out to land on the sketchbook in Emma’s lap.

“Looks more like a Jackson Pollock now, bro!” Emma giggled, looking at the thick cream splattered all over her sketchbook.

Jason didn't reply. Instead he curled into a tight little ball in the middle of her bed, whimpering quietly like a spanked puppy as he softly clutched his tortured nuts.

The End.

[Disclaimer: This story has non-con sex and busting in it]

I've had my eye on one of those new Macbooks for a while now, but they're so damn expensive. My buddy Mike told me about a big box store with shitty security, he suggested I go there with a jacket and stuff it in my pants. I wasn't so sure about the idea, most of these stores tag their computers, but Mike said they didn't seem to. Apparently the store detective spends most of his time hitting on women co-workers in the store, and he's pretty obvious. I decided to go and take a look, I grabbed a hoodie and went to case the place.

I wasn't sure that I would lift the computer that day, but Mike was right, the security guy was an idiot. He spent most of his time chatting up one of the girls at the register, no one was watching the computers. They tagged the demo units, but I easily slid a stock one out of its box and stuffed it in my pants. It was just too easy, I couldn't resist. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets to hold the laptop against my body.

The security guy actually had his back to me, I had it made. I could barely wait to try out my new Mac. I started heading for the door.

"Not so fast, sir," I heard from behind.

I turned back to see a big guy standing close behind me, another one was at the other end of the aisle. Where did they come from?

"Lift your hoodie, sir."

I thought about making a run for it, but the two big guys blocked my way to the door. FUCKING HELL! They had me, I pulled the laptop out of my pants and handed it to him.

"Come with us, sir."

So courteous, I thought. I followed him to the back of the store, all the while scanning for a way out. I didn't spot any, they ushered me into a room and then left me there. I heard the door lock behind them. This is pretty over the top for an chain store, I wondered if there were any other ways out. I tried to slide a credit card into the door jamb, but no luck. I heard someone coming down the hall, I sat back in my seat.

I wasn't ready for what came in, it was an incredibly attractive woman, medium length brown hair, a tight dress, and enormous breasts that were squashed into that tight dress. Her breasts looked like they wanted to escape, and I wanted to help them.

"So, we caught our thief, I wondered how long it would take us," she said.

"Your thief? Not me, this is the first time I've taken anything from this store."

"Oh, sure it is. You've been stealing from here for weeks."

"Nope, it's somebody else. I just wanted a computer."

"We'll see about that," she said. She opened the door and let in two large men, they stood on either side of her, one had handcuffs.

"I'm going to offer you a choice, I will either call the police now and give them the video footage of you stealing the computer, or we will handcuff you to this chair and I will deal with you personally. The choice is up to you," she said.

If I could avoid the police, I had to take that option. I've been in trouble before, I could end up in prison. I was nervous about what she wanted to do with those handcuffs, but I didn't see another way.

"Okay, you can deal with me," I said. I still wasn't so sure, there was something about this woman, she seemed scary to me. She seemed very confident of herself.

"I was hoping you would say that," she said, and she took the handcuffs from one of the security guys and cuffed my hands. Then she hooked me up to a carabiner on the wall behind me. "Alright gentlemen, you can leave us alone. Check back with me in twenty minutes. And Walt, see if you can find any footage of this guy in the store from the last two weeks."

The two big guys left the room, the woman locked the door behind them. "My name is Miss Morgan, I'm going to be punishing you for stealing from my store, and I'm going to get to the bottom of what you've been doing." As she spoke, she untied my shoes and took them off, then she reached for my belt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, starting to get more and more nervous.

"Don't worry, you won't be needing these for a bit." She pulled my pants off and then my boxers. "Hold still, I need to attach your legs to these restraints." She pulled two restraints from a cabinet, I noticed there were more carabiners on the wall. She put the restraints on my ankles and pulled my legs far apart and attached me to the wall. I felt really vulnerable, with my cock and balls hanging down and my legs spread. Once I was completely restrained, she stepped up close to me. She put her hand on my chest and ran her long fingernails down my body. She stopped at my cock and traced her fingernail along the top.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a panic.

"It's okay, I'm just playing, you'll know when the fun starts." She ran her fingers along the underside of my cock, then she took my balls in her hand. I felt her run her fingernails along my balls, it almost tickled. My cock was suddenly erect. Even though I was scared, there was something so sexual about this. She squeezed my balls, her nails dug into the meat of my balls.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned.

"Relax, we haven't even started yet," she said in a whisper, her mouth was right next to my ear. She was so close to me that I could smell her. She shifted her grip on my balls, and she began to squeeze them, just gently. It felt good, but the threat of her gripping tighter was always present. Soon she gripped them tight enough that it hurt.

"Were you in the store last week? And before you answer, remember that I have video footage and I will find out soon enough."

"No, I haven't been here in months. I told you, I just came today for the laptop."

Her grip got much tighter, and pain flooded through my body. I felt her nail push into my right ball.

"If my guard finds any footage of you in the store last week two weeks, then I will pop this nut."

"You ... won't ... I wasn't here." I groaned, sweat beading on my forehead. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks.

Suddenly she let go, "Then you're not the one I want. In that case, I am going to punish you for stealing this laptop, then you can go."

"Punish me? I think you just did."

"No, that was just questioning, punishment is much worse." She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a paddle, it was about three inches wide and had a long handle.

"This will hurt, but it won't damage your testicles. It's just going to cause you incredible pain."

"Please, I won't come back, I promise."

"It's too late for that. Of course, I could always call the police, it's up to you."

Fuck. That's some choice, endure getting my balls paddled or spending time in prison. At least this would be over soon, I made my choice.

"Okay, you win. Paddle my balls."

I saw a slight smile cross her face, she enjoyed this. What a bitch. She stepped up to me, held the paddle just under my balls, and lifted my balls with it, like she was weighing them.

"Try not to scream too much, you don't want to embarrass yourself." Again, just a slight smile as she watched me squirm uncomfortably. Suddenly she pulled the paddle back, then slapped it up into my balls. It made a loud thwack, the sound bounced off the walls of the small room. For a second the pain didn't register, but then it did.

"Fuck!" I groaned as pain washed over me. My balls stung like they were on fire. She did it again and again, each slap of my balls hurting more than the last one. The pain seemed to be multiplying with each strike. I groaned in agony as she hammered away at my balls. Tears streamed down my cheeks, I could barely breathe. The pain was too much for me, I felt like I was going to pass out. Fuck, I wanted to pass out, but it never happened. Just more and more pain. My balls were so fucking sore.

"Please," I begged. "MY BALLS!" Nothing even slowed her down. I wondered if this would ever end. Then I heard a beep and suddenly she stopped.

"There, that was two minutes, we're done for now," she said.

Two minutes? It seemed like an hour, how could that be just two minutes? My legs were shaking, my face was wet with tears, how could that have been only two minutes?

"If I catch you stealing from this store again, we're going to do four minutes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, four minutes," I wheezed, just hanging from my restraints. I felt like I was barely conscious. Twice as much would surely kill me.

"Let me take a look at your balls, they look pretty red. They must be quite sore," she said as she pulled up a chair in front of me. "Oh yes, I did a number on you."

She stood up again and walked over to a cabinet, she pulled out a jar of something.

"This will help, it will feel cool and give you some relief." She took her fingers and dipped them in the goo, then she rubbed it onto my balls. Holy fuck did it feel good, nice and cool, total relief. Then she grabbed some more from the jar and rubbed it on my cock. That same cool sensation felt incredible on my stiff cock. She began to rub my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. I started to push into her hand, I felt an orgasm coming. Suddenly I wanted to cum so much.

"OHHHHHH! FUCK!" I groaned as cum blasted from my cock onto the floor, she continued to stroke my cock until I emptied my balls. It felt so good, and the relief from the pain was so perfect. Why was she doing this to me? All that pain, but then all this pleasure?

Soon I was finished, she undid the restraints and I made my way over to my clothes. I slowly put them on, I was in a daze and the pain in my balls had returned. It took me a long time to get dressed.

"I don't expect to see you back here, right?" she said.

"Of course, once was enough for me."

I managed to limp out of her office. I walked through the store and checked out the laptops on my way out.

I really do want one of those laptops...

All characters 18+ and consenting. Please read parts 1-4 for context. Happy reading xx

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The girls, or Goddesses as he now referred to them, hadn’t contacted him in three days, even Goddess Carly who was Simon’s roommate in their share house had spoken to him scarce little.

All he was told, when he was awoken and his shackles were undone as Carly removed him from her ball-boxing table was to wait to receive further instruction.

He had assumed that the contact would be a bit more on the nose, overt even. He sat on the edge of his bed dreading another gruelling day of work. As the days rolled on he noticed his manhood no longer rose as hard and as firm as it once did in the mornings.

Before his caging he was thick and firm as the sun broke through his windows, recently he had woken up to a semi hard, barely chubbed member, the precum sticky and smelly.

Most recently, he woke up to no erection at all, only remnants of a wet dream he couldn’t remember and an orgasm he didn’t feel. It did nothing to sate his horny brain or lessen the sexual anticipation that lingered inside his big blue balls.

He studied his locked cock, how pitiful and small it looked inside the 1-inch cage, soon, he feared, a purely flat cage would be on the horizon. His days of even having a visible cock felt as though they were numbered.

Looking now from his imprisoned shaft to his balls he studied the damage now that a few days had gone past.

His left nut had swollen and stayed the size of a miniature mandarin, while the other appeared regularly sized, although the shape a little warped.

His ball skin had lost the reddish glow it had once had and now was replaced with black and blue spots across the sack. Purple bruising highlighted the darker spots, areas which Simon feared may need medical attention.

Running the lightest finger across the skin sent a powerful jolt of euphoria through his body. The mere touch enough to ignite him and set his world aflame with taboo thoughts and depraved desires to have even more happen to him. He longed to have the courage to step out the door and go find Goddess Carly and beg…plead…fall on his knees and submit to whatever she desired.

But alas, he knew his orders, his Goddesses were quite clear and he had only experienced happy Goddesses, he was utterly terrified of the pain they would inflict had he genuinely upset them.

Clutching his aching nuts he felt goosebumps rise over his body, his dick stiffening as he realised he only had both balls still by the grace of his Goddesses.

At the same time he heard his phone vibrate on his bedside table, the phone partly rotating as the screen illuminated with a single message, a message from Amanda that simply read;

“Time to play.”

Simon pulled up in his beat up car out the front of Amanda’s house. Unlike Goddess Carly and he, Amanda was much better off financially and could afford a rather luxurious home, the sight of it filled Simon with a deep jealousy, the frustration already building.

As he walked up to the door, he outstretched a weak arm to rap the door with his knuckles, before they could connect with the large wooden door it swung open with Amanda standing on the other side.

Dressed in a very aesthetic, complex and completely sexy set of ruby red lingerie Amanda held the door open, fish net stockings gripping her thick luscious legs, her feet snuggly fitted into two gorgeous red bottomed heels.

Her voluptuous breasts and thick build had Simon’s needy cock dripping, causing a light stain on his pants, his mouth quickly following suit.

Amanda snapped a hand in front of him, forcing him to focus and break away from ogling her for one moment. She swept her dual coloured hair to one side, the green and black rolling atop one another in a beautiful dance.

Quietly she led him inside and into a large room just beyond the living room. It appeared to be her bedroom, a master bedroom, fit with a king sized bed and an accent window, a chair in the corner and beautiful royal purple drapes. The colour eerily similar to the shade his balls were turning.

At the base of her bed was a cushioned chair which had two hand holds at the front and thick metal beam which went to the floor, the beam adorned with wheels. It appeared as though this was a custom made chair of shorts.

Still silent, Amanda led Simon up toward the chair helping him onto it. Like Goddess Carly had done days before, he was told to lay horizontal, his arms clipped into restraints as he was wheeled close to the bed.

“I don’t know what Carly told you but I’m not the mean one. That’s Jackie. I do enjoy a little physical infliction of pain yes but I prefer to describe my style as long lasting.” Amanda said, finally breaking the silence, rolling the lounger closer to the bed.

Climbing atop it she spun around to face the immobilised Simon who was practically hovering just out of reach. Spreading her legs in his direction she adjusted the pillows to give her a bit of lumbar support.

Casually caressing herself she watched as Simon squirmed at the site, so horny but unable to move. Slowly and methodically she traced and squeezed her body, grabbing at her big boobs, lovely stomach and incredible thighs. She played with her hair and moaned ever so softly before running a deliberate hand down, snagging her lingerie g string with an acrylic nail.

Gently and painfully slowly she pulled the thin piece of fabric to the side revealing her gorgeous, perfectly puffy pussy, Simon practically a puddle of precum on the horizontal chair. Smiling, Amanda spoke;

“I like to have my slaves watch, to break them mentally, it’s so much more…erotic, than regular domination. To leave them questioning themselves and longing for release is just —“ she paused now lightly rubbing her pussy, the circular motions hypnotising.

“Pure bliss.”

She rubbed faster now, her moans raising slightly higher in tone as she rubbed with one hand. As the speed increased, Simon watched, trying to jerk himself forward to get another glorious inch closer.

He was just far enough away he couldn’t touch or smell, he could only see. Helplessly he watched as Amanda grinned at him, stopping her rub momentarily to spread her pussy lips and show herself to him fully, the sight causing Simon to spasm wildly in the restraints, desperately trying to free himself or get any form of friction on his dick.

The cage hurt his cock which pressed up against it firmly, his balls felt like they’d explode a heaping of cum if she continued.

As if his head was affixed in this position he continued to stare forward, jostling lightly in the seat, humping it where possible to gain a slight pleasure. Alas the seat was too short and barely wide enough to hold him, it dug into his pudgy stomach, it barely fondling him.

Amanda continued to rub herself all the while, now slipping in a finger or two with her other hand, her index coated liberally with her juices.

Salivating and panting like a dog, Simon begged for it, poking his tongue out toward her. To his surprise, Amanda stopped and pulled her wet, sloppy finger out, raising it just out of reach of his mouth.

“Smell it.” She barked holding his mouth shut with one hand and pushing the finger beneath his nose with the other.

Breathing deeply he smelt her fine, almost intoxicating sexual aromas, the twangs and notes a blissful escape from his unending blue balls. Now on the edge of the bed she finger fucked herself fast and hard, the moans almost screams, aimed directly at Simon who had no choice but to watch.

He couldn’t cum and couldn’t enjoy the heavenly sight as Amanda pounded her angelic pussy with her feminine hand. Occasionally she took her hand out and slapped Simon hard across the face with her pussy juice soaked hand, Simon lapping up what he could from his cheek like a feral mutt.

“You like that? You want a taste? You wanna please Goddess?” Amanda teased, her voice airy and sensual.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon pleaded.

“You’ll be my good boy? You’ll do whatever makes Mommy happy?” Amanda replied, ever so out of breath.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon affirmed.

“Call me Mommy.” Amanda ordered.

“Yes Mommy.” He answered softly.

With a giggle, Amanda ceased the finger fuck and pushed herself up the bed as the sound of her bedroom door opening sent a cold chill down Simon’s spine. Unable to turn around he felt a mighty large and muscular hand slap against the small of his back, another began squeezing his pale ass cheeks.

Frozen in fear he looked to Amanda who smiled and winked as the unnamed, well endowed man walked into view.

“Keep your eyes on Mommy.”

The scene was beyond cuckoldry. Normally the cuck knew the man, knew the woman and was often times allowed to touch or caress her. But now, strung up and forced to view, Simon sat immobile as Amanda lay sprawled out in front of him.

Pounding her senseless a large black man rammed his meaty cock into her tight pussy, her moans of decadence almost bloodcurdling to Simon now.

It was so emasculating. To sit like a chump, a pale weak beta, as Goddess was pleasured beyond compare in front of you. Simon whimpered but, lacking a spine of worth, he kept his gaze toward the action, seeing the man flip Amanda into the prone-bone position, ripping her fishnets as he did, sliding deeper and deeper into her pleasure cove, his cock fully disappearing before Simon’s very eyes.

“Ooh yeah just like that baby. Hey cucky are you watching? You see how a real man, with a real set of balls lives?” Amanda called out in between moans, her hand reaching between her now elevated legs and fondling the massive, low hanging family jewels of the unnamed man.

Even prior to the cage, the cock inside Amanda currently was at least double Simon’s full length, his girth no where comparable. He watched with morbid fascination as Amanda began to speak again;

“I like my little cucky’s to watch, knowing they’re wishing they could have a taste, knowing how defeated and worthless they feel…UGH FUCK…it’s SO good.” Amanda said as the pounding continued, the man slapping her ass, the position now doggy style, her pussy dripping all over his fat and thick cock.

“Some of my cucky’s get rewards. If they’re helpful. Will you be helpful cucky?” Amanda asked between deep, passionate moans.

“Yes Mommy.” Simon said, unable to hide his defeated and emasculated tone. If his balls and dick could still work, it was evident he wouldn’t and hadn’t ever pleasured a woman like the man was doing. Simon felt worthless. Surely there was something he could do to impress Goddess Amanda.

“Oh fuck right there, don’t stop don’t stop.” Amanda cried out, the sex taking a new depraved twist as the man sped up to ludicrous speeds, demolishing her cunt and filling it quickly with a huge thick, sticky surprise. Pulling out slowly, as to not pull the nut with him, the man successfully removed himself and walked behind the station Simon found himself attached to.

Suddenly Simon felt a sudden drop down in height, a noisy cranking heard behind him as he was lowered down a few important inches. Now his face could touch the bed. The unnamed man rolled the seat deeper into the bed frame, Simon able to smell the man’s powerful cum musk from here.

Amanda flipped from all fours to her back, her eyes locked onto Simon’s. Slowly and delicately she moved down the bed, Cunt first toward Simon, the stench of the man’s conquest filling his nostrils. Now only millimetres away, Simon could feel the hotness radiating off her warm pussy, the semen and juice soaked pussy a tongue length away.

He wanted a taste but not like this. This was beyond humiliating it was downright demoralising. He was straight and yet he felt the desire overcome him. He held back for as long as he could until Amanda gave him permission;

“Lap it up you little bitch.”

Wasting no time, Simon dug in like a thirsty dog, licking and lapping up the powerful’s mans load mixed with Amanda’s euphoric pussy juice; her wetness beyond description whilst the man’s cum was awful, completely sour and overly salty. It was thick, the consistency enough to bring Simon to tears.

Yet, he preserved, hoping desperately he’d get a mouthful soon that would be pussy only. How he longed to bring her to orgasm. Maybe then, maybe just maybe, she’d unlock him and take pity on him.

Give him a chance to prove himself. However, just like the idea of a cum-free pussy licking, that too was a pipe dream, because as soon as Simon found his bearings and had cleaned all the man’s awful seed from her delicious Cunt Amanda pulled away, laughing all the while.

Simon felt like he would be sick as the man wheeled his station toward the centre of the room. Simon watched Amanda redress herself slightly and stand from the bed, her face flush with happiness. She picked up her phone and the familiar haptic sounds rang in his ears.

When would his torment and teasing end? Had Amanda told the other two Goddesses about his recent cum meal? Would he be subjected to cum eating more? Strangely Simon welcomed the fact if and only if it meant a taste, a lick, a smell of the other Goddesses’ pussies.

“You know—“Amanda began, walking behind the still confined Simon, now out of reach. “My Bull, he has an uncanny power of a super short refractory period, he’s able to go again in minutes. But his massive, fat cock leaves me sore for days. So naturally I have to think of other holes he can fill…” Amanda said rounding back into view of Simon, now wearing a flesh coloured strap on, the dildo around 9” in length.

“Your holes will do.” Amanda said, smacking Simon in the side of the head with her strap on before forcing it inside his shocked mouth. Thrusting hard, Simon did his best to move and bob his head in rhythm with Amanda, so to allow for more seamless stroking. He coughed and spluttered, saliva and spit falling all over her bedroom floor as she pushed it deeper into his mouth.

Simon began to cry again, the emasculation continuing, all the while the unnamed man rubbed and fondled his ass. Simon closed his eyes as the strap on continued its assault in his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the man rubbing handfuls of lubricant on and around his delicate, virgin asshole.

Worriedly Simon shook in his confines with fear, feeling the massive meaty hand against the small of his back yet again, this time accompanied by a voice;

“Don’t worry this only hurts the first time.”

Simon cried out loudly, his pleas muffled by the sounds of gurgling on Goddess Amanda’s strap on. He curled his toes and tightened his hands as he felt the immense force of the unnamed stranger enter his tight asshole for the first time, stretching it into a gaping maw.

The pair were off and out of sync but before long the strokes came to be in unison both sliding in and out of their new fucktoy with a depraved synchronisation.

Although Simon’s balls were intact and his cock was still caged. Although no physical harm had become him the session had not yet caused him to pass out he felt as though he wished it had.

He wished to trade the emasculating, humiliating, ego-destroying play he was currently participating in with the brutal Ballbusting, at least it was a pain he knew and could bare.

As the strokes kept coming, his dick cumming unfeeling, no-pleasure loads from the prostate stimulation Simon began to disassociate as the fake and real cock rammed down his holes nearly meeting in the middle.

What a sick puppy he was. Emotional sadism is just as if not worse than physical sadism Simon thought as he felt the real cock in his ass harden. As he felt the dick stiffened a manly load about to be pumped into his bitch-boy asshole, he knew it was imminent.

The days of his ego and his manly stature were destroyed as the load shot down his asshole. Crying and quaking, writhing and sobbing Simon felt distraught and yet equally fulfilled.

He had proven his dedication to Mommy. As she pulled the strap on from his mouth he gaped in a breath of air. As the stale oxygen entered his lungs he thought peacefully that it may be over but just as quickly his heart began to race at the premise that his new life and by extension, his sexual torture, had only just begun…

Thanks for reading xx

Attention, this is a fictional story and ALL characters are of legal age, thank you, and enjoy reading!

The next day, the sun shone brightly over the training field, a wide, empty space with a stone floor covered in ancient runes that seemed to glow under the morning light. Lilith walked confidently along the stone path leading to the field, her boots making a firm sound with each step. She wore the classic witch's bodysuit, a training outfit designed to perfectly display her curves and, more importantly, to distract her opponents. The fabric was tight, especially around her chest, which was provocatively highlighted and squeezed. Her long green hair was tied in a ponytail, swaying as she walked.

As she approached the field, she spotted Professor Armand, already there. He was bent over the ground, carefully tracing runes in the air with a magical glow emanating from his fingers. He seemed focused, his expression rigid as he prepared the spells he would use in the duel. Lilith couldn’t help but smile. All that preparation would be for nothing.

“Good morning, Professor,” Lilith said, her voice full of scorn as she walked to the center of the field, stopping a few meters from where he was. “I hope your balls are ready for today. Or did you protect them with some special spell?”

Armand, still with his back to her, clenched his hand, stopping the magical flow. He slowly stood up, his face contorted with anger. “You talk as if you had a chance, Lilith. I am your teacher. I teach you because I’m more powerful than you. Don’t forget that.”

Lilith laughed and shrugged. “We’ll see how powerful your balls are, then. Because, at the end of the day, that’s what will determine who comes out victorious, isn’t it? You might have twice my magical strength, but those spheres between your legs…”

Armand grew even more irritated. He hated when anyone made any mention of his masculinity, especially in such a blatant way. “Shut up, you brat! I’m going to destroy you, and when I’m done, you’ll regret ever being born!”

Lilith was about to retort when a heavier presence made its entrance. A soft, almost musical laugh echoed through the field, and both turned to see Seraphina arriving. She walked with a regal posture, her body clad in a red bodysuit that barely hid the voluptuous curves she was so famous for. Her scarlet red hair gleamed in the sun, tied in a ponytail that swung elegantly behind her. Her eyes, always mischievous, sparkled as she approached.

“Well, well, well,” said Seraphina, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do we have here? A duel between a student and a teacher… Isn’t that supposed to be forbidden?” She looked directly at Armand, a smirk playing on her lips. “But then again… who wouldn’t want to see a student humiliating a teacher in broad daylight?”

Armand went pale for a moment. He knew that duels between teachers and students were prohibited by the Academy, and Seraphina’s presence meant he could face serious consequences. But before he could protest, Seraphina continued: “Don’t worry, Professor. I’m only here to mediate the fight. Unless, of course, you’re afraid of losing to a student?”

She laughed, and Lilith let out a low chuckle as well. Enraged, Armand clenched his fists and glared at Seraphina, his face twisted with fury. He knew Seraphina was enjoying the entire situation. During their study days, they had a fierce rivalry. He thought about how he could get his revenge quickly, and his anger made him say something he should have kept to himself.

“Oh, sure, Seraphina. You always enjoyed watching these things, didn’t you? Since our student days, with those ‘mountains’ you carry… it was hard for anyone to concentrate on anything else, wasn’t it?”

Seraphina’s smile vanished instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air around her seemed to grow denser, almost suffocating. Lilith could feel the immediate change in the atmosphere. Seraphina was no longer joking.

“Say that again, Armand,” said Seraphina, her voice low and deadly, carrying an implicit threat. “I dare you to say it one more time, and I’ll personally make sure you have no balls to lose in this duel.”

Armand swallowed hard. His confident stance shrank in the face of Seraphina’s fury. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, he murmured, “I’m sorry, Seraphina… it was a poor joke.”

Seraphina kept her gaze on him for a few more seconds, just to make sure the message was clear, before finally smiling again. “Very well. Now that we understand who’s in control here, let’s begin, shall we?”

Lilith couldn’t hold back her laughter. The same man who had challenged her with so much pride was now cowering before the headmistress, looking like a frightened puppy. “You’re pathetic, Professor,” Lilith muttered as she took her place in the center of the training field.

Armand, still shaken, slowly walked to the center as well, avoiding Seraphina’s gaze.

“Alright, then,” Seraphina said, assuming the role of mediator. She raised her hand, gesturing for both to prepare. Lilith began cracking her knuckles, feeling the magical energy flowing through her hands, while Armand made a final adjustment to the runes he had prepared. The battlefield was set.

“Now,” Seraphina said, a sinister smile on her face, clearly eager to see how the fight would unfold. “Let the duel begin!”

She raised her hand in the air and started counting down, her voice echoing across the field.

“Three…”

Lilith took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Armand. Her confident smile didn’t waver, and she was already visualizing the moment when the professor’s balls would be at her mercy.

“Two…”

Armand took a deep breath, trying to focus his mind on the battle ahead. But Seraphina’s presence, and Lilith’s laughter, were starting to erode his confidence. He clenched his fists, knowing he couldn’t lose. Not to a student.

“One…”

Seraphina quickly lowered her hand, her voice echoing through the field, filled with anticipation and malice. “Begin!”

The duel had begun, and the training ground was filled with a palpable tension as Lilith and Armand faced each other, ready for a battle that would define more than just their magical abilities.

The air around the training field was thick with tension. Sunlight illuminated the ancient stone ground, where runes glowed with an ancient power. The moment had come, and Lilith, dressed in her tight, provocative bodysuit, prepared to strike first. Her mind was focused, eyes locked on Professor Armand, who still seemed shaken from his encounter with Seraphina. Her breathing was calm, controlled, while the battlefield awaited the first move in silence.

Lilith wasted no time. As soon as Seraphina signaled the start of the fight, she moved forward with surprising agility, her eyes locked on Armand's most vulnerable spot: his balls. She aimed for a quick, direct kick, hoping to catch the professor off guard by striking with all her force right between his legs.

However, Armand had anticipated this attack. He wasn’t naive; he knew Lilith’s reputation and had a good idea of what her first move would be. As her foot came close to his groin, he quickly sidestepped, avoiding the direct blow. But despite dodging the impact, the weight of his testicles caused them to swing slightly, leaving the sensitive orbs momentarily exposed. Lilith’s foot grazed his left testicle as it passed.

A wave of discomfort and pain radiated immediately through Armand’s body. Though the strike hadn’t been direct, even the slight graze was enough to make him hesitate. He had planned to dodge and immediately cast an offensive spell, but that brief pain caused a delay in his actions. His mind faltered, his focus scattered, and his movements slowed.

Seizing the opportunity, Lilith conjured a fire spell, launching a blazing ball of energy directly at Armand's chest. Despite the pain, he managed to react in time. He raised his hand, conjuring a magical shield that absorbed the impact with ease. Sparks from Lilith’s magic ricocheted across the field, briefly illuminating the space.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Armand grunted, forcing a confident smile, though the pain in his testicles still lingered. He was determined to show his superiority in power.

Lilith didn’t respond. She was focused, aware that this battle would be a game of patience. She advanced again, this time closing the distance quickly, feigning another kick. Armand, expecting another strike aimed at his groin, prepared a defensive spell, creating a shield below his waist. The shield glowed with a blue light, pulsing with magical energy, ready to block any low attacks.

But this time, Lilith wasn’t aiming at his balls. In a swift, unexpected move, she raised her right hand, conjuring a red lightning bolt that shot directly toward Armand’s face. Caught off guard by the shift in strategy, he quickly recoiled, though his skill didn’t fail him. He conjured another shield at head level, blocking the lightning with ease.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” he said arrogantly, as the lightning dissipated against his shield. But by diverting his attention to defend his face, he left his guard down where it mattered most.

Lilith took advantage of this distraction. Without hesitation, she spun with impressive agility, and her left foot, already in motion, found its true target: the professor's balls.

The kick was fast and brutal. The dull sound of impact echoed across the training ground, as Lilith’s foot struck Armand’s left testicle squarely. The pain was immediate and devastating. The sensation of something cracking or perhaps crushing surged through his nerves, leaving him paralyzed with sheer agony. His eyes widened, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and his body seemed frozen in time for a moment.

Armand fell to his knees, his eyes filled with tears as his hands instinctively went to his groin in a futile attempt to relieve the pain. “My balls… my balls…” he muttered, his face contorted in suffering as he swayed slightly, trying to find some relief that wouldn’t come.

Seraphina, watching with an amused expression, let out a loud laugh. “I’d say that was a precise hit,” she said, a malicious smile on her face, not hiding the pleasure she took in seeing Armand in such a state. “Perhaps you should have protected those… precious orbs, Professor.”

Lilith took a few steps back, breathing deeply as she looked at the fallen professor. The sight was almost pathetic. The man who had challenged her, full of arrogance, was now on the ground, muttering incoherently about his crushed balls. She knew, at that moment, that the fight was already won. There was no longer any competition. He was vulnerable, and his weak points had been exposed in a humiliating way.

“So, Professor,” Lilith said, with a mocking tone in her voice. “Who would have thought your balls would be so… easy to hit? I expected more from you. But, well, it seems even the greatest mages have the same weakness, don’t they?”

Armand didn’t respond. He was still on the ground, his eyes closed, trying to manage the waves of pain that throbbed violently throughout his body.

Lilith slowly approached, stopping beside him, and leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear. “This was only the beginning. I’m still deciding what my next move will be… But I guarantee it’s going to be fun. For me, of course.”

As she said this, Armand remained on the ground, struggling to keep his composure while the pain in his balls dominated all his senses. Lilith, on the other hand, was fully in control, a malicious smile on her lips as she planned her next move, knowing that victory was already in her hands.

The tension in the air continued to build as Lilith observed Professor Armand still writhing on the ground. He tried to gather strength to stand, but his legs trembled, his eyes were filled with tears, and the pain in his balls seemed to have drained all his will to fight. He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, his face still twisted, breathing heavily. Lilith, however, was unwilling to let him recover so easily.

“Constrictus Globus,” Lilith whispered, her hands moving in precise gestures, recalling instructions from Morgana’s book. She had learned that spell the previous night, and now was the perfect time to put it into practice. As soon as she finished casting the spell, an invisible force took hold of Armand's testicles, squeezing them with a terrible pressure.

Armand let out a high-pitched, desperate scream. His body fell back to the ground with a heavy thud, his hands immediately flying to his groin in an instinctive attempt to relieve the pain. He writhed, his groans filling the air with agony as tears streamed down his face. The invisible force of the spell was crushing his testicles in a cruel and relentless manner, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Lilith, standing above him, watched the scene with a smile on her face. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly to the side, clearly enjoying the professor's suffering. “Oh, Armand, what a pathetic sight,” she taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. “Did you really think you stood a chance against me? I’m clearly superior to you, at least… in biology, hehe…”

She took a few steps around Armand’s fallen body, like a predator circling its prey. “You know, Professor, maybe I’ll let you out of this… but you’ll have to beg. Come on, tell me I’m superior. Go ahead, beg me to stop, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

The professor, still gasping for air, looked up, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation. His hands were still pressed against his groin, trying, unsuccessfully, to alleviate the invisible grip the spell held on his balls. He looked desperately at Seraphina, his last hope. “Please…” he murmured, in a trembling voice.

Seraphina, arms crossed, merely shrugged, clearly unconcerned with the professor’s suffering. “You got yourself into this, Armand. Now work it out. Who knows, maybe begging the student will actually work,” she said with a slight smile, making no effort to hide her disdain for the situation.

Armand grunted in frustration. He was cornered, his dignity practically shattered. His eyes filled with more tears as he looked up at Lilith, who now laughed at his misery. The pain in his balls was almost unbearable, and he knew that, with every second, his chances of escaping this humiliating situation diminished.

However, as Lilith continued to laugh, something unexpected happened. A rune, glowing with a faint, pulsating light, appeared beneath her feet. For a brief moment, she frowned, confused, as she watched the strange symbol glow on the ground. “What the hell is this…?” Lilith murmured, but before she could react, a violent shock coursed through her body, causing her muscles to contract painfully.

She tried to scream, but the shock paralyzed her voice, and her knees gave way, making her fall to her knees with a dull thud. Her wide eyes met Armand’s for a brief second, before another rune appeared above her, glowing even more intensely. The rune activated almost immediately, releasing a wave of magical energy that enveloped Lilith’s body.

The world around her darkened as the rune placed her in a deep sleep. She collapsed onto the ground, completely unconscious, her breathing now soft and regular. The spell "Constrictus Globus" dissipated the moment she lost consciousness, releasing the professor from his agony.

Seraphina watched everything with narrowed eyes, her mind finally beginning to piece together the puzzle. "Ah... so that's it," she murmured to herself, crossing her arms with a thoughtful look. "Armand had prepared the battlefield all along."

She approached the two of them, her heels echoing across the stone field as she looked at Lilith, now lying asleep on the ground. Then she looked at the professor, still on the ground, breathing heavily as he held his aching balls. "You’re a cunning strategist, professor," Seraphina said, her voice carrying a faint note of irritation. "You set up multiple rune traps before the fight, didn’t you?"

Armand, still writhing in pain, nodded slightly. "Y-Yes..." he managed to say between gasps.

Seraphina sighed, rolling her eyes. "That’s why I hired you, after all," she said with mild frustration. "But honestly, seeing you like this... crying over your balls... isn’t exactly the image of a grand victor, is it?"

The professor didn’t respond, only continued to groan in pain, holding his groin tightly. Seraphina's words only humiliated him further, but he knew she was right. He had won, technically, but at what cost?

Seraphina cast one last look at Lilith, lying unconscious on the ground, before turning back to Armand. "Well, as much as you're squirming like a crying baby there on the ground, you're the only one still conscious," she said with a tone of indifference. "Which means, as much as it irritates me to admit... you are the winner of this fight."

She took a step back, preparing to leave. "When you’re done being a crybaby and can walk again, get back to work, professor," she said, her voice firm and cutting. "And next time, perhaps protect your... valuables better." She let out a slight sarcastic laugh as she began to walk away.

Armand, still on the ground, just watched as Seraphina walked away, the feeling of humiliation growing within him. He had won, yes, but at such a high price that it barely felt like a victory. His eyes, still watery, turned to Lilith, and he knew that, at some point, she would return to settle the score.

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I think we've finally entered the path of the story, but I need to warn you, the story still doesn't have a "final objective", something to be followed and such, for now the 13 ready episodes are still in this "episode of the day" style, but I want to put an objective in the story, I'm just still thinking...

Oh, and finally Seraphina is appearing, she is my favorite character in this story, you will still see a lot of her!

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Previous chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gd3xgi/lillith_ch_6_preparations/

TW: Ballbusting, Slavery, Noncon
The beginning of this part of The Ballbusting Brothel is actually the second story I posted on reddit with this account and the first one on this sub! I think a lot of you remember it. You can find it here.

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g2zrqu/painslave_and_the_newbie/

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“She’s here again,” Merlea said when Devon walked in. He had a lot of repeat customers, so he tried not to think much of it, and passively said, “Who?”

“Oh, I don’t think she wants you to know her name. The newbie who smashed your testicles with a hammer pretty badly.”

He had hoped she wouldn’t be back. It had been three weeks since the last time he saw her. Three weeks of constant, unending pain. Three weeks that made the rest of his journey seem easy.

“Oh,” he said, hanging up his rain-wet coat. He tried to sound nonchalant.

“We agreed on a price for you, if you do well today.”

He didn’t think he had ever had anyone get that far for him, and he didn’t know that he really wanted her to buy him. Once he was hers, she could do whatever she wanted to him. And he had a feeling she wouldn’t be nice. “Which room Miss Merlea?” he asked, not ready to comment on that.

“Room 3.”

He nodded, and when he got there the woman was already there. Her red hair showed her, as well as the pale skin and freckles, but everything else seemed to be different—she was in full black lingerie and had her own bag of toys next to her—either she wasn’t a newbie last time, or she had done a lot of training since then. “Hello Devon. Balls out, on the bed.”

“Yes Miss.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his balls, so beaten and enlarged they barely fit out of his deep zipper. He got on the bed and laid his arms and legs out to the corners.

She chained him up. “Tell me Devon, has your cock every been inside a pussy?”

Devon’s eyes got wide at her. It was probably some game. “No Miss.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything. First time for me too, if you’d believe it.” He didn’t believe it, not after three weeks ago. He didn’t say anything, so she said, “Don’t you think you’ll like that?”

“Yes Miss.” He could see his cock twitching into attention, even as he told it not to.

“Okay, well, here we are.” She climbed on the bed and he realized that her panties were crotchless. He knew women like foreplay, had helped women with it, ate women out constantly, fingers, strap-ons, everything, but the newbie didn’t seem to think anything of that, and as she grabbed his cock firmly and immediately pushed it into her pussy, she was already wet. A momentary focus passed over her face, then it was in.

He had had fingers, tongue, strap-ons in pussies, but he had never realized how hot, tight, and wet they were until one gripped around his most sensitive member. He moaned so loud Marlea must have been able to hear it, it started out deep and guttural, but quickly becoming a high-pitched whine.

Then she started moving, her pussy milking him, seeming to contract with each upward and downward slide. He only lasted two.

“Miss—Miss I’m close—Miss.”

She stopped moving. “Breathe. In out, in out. Don’t come.”

He counted his breath, closed his eyes, and thought of the dead nun he had seen as a kid. He needed to keep calm, because that glorious, all-encompassing pussy was still around him.

“Ready?” she said. He thought if she even sneezed he would come. He took another deep breath.

“Yes Miss.” All she had to do was move up once. “Miss I’m close.”

She stopped moving. “Breathe. In out, in out. Don’t come.”

“I can’t Miss!”

“Are you begging me to stop? Because you know you can’t beg.”

“No miss,” he said with a sigh. He didn’t want her to stop, but he also didn’t want to be castrated.

“Ready?”

He squealed when she moved on him, his read rolling from side to side. “Close Miss!”

She stared at him for a moment, then sighed. “Clearly you can’t handle this. Pity. I thought maybe you’d actually be able to make me come.” She pulled off him with a little pop. His cock twitched and jumped, feeling the chill of the air and open space. He groaned, writhing around the bed.

“Okay, if you can handle this, maybe I’ll let you come home with me. Maybe I’ll even let you come someday.” His cock twitched again, but he was breathing so hard he could barely hear her. He didn’t even feel the tears coming down his face.

She walked over to her bag and pulled out a studded mallet. The one probably cost a lot extra to use. Normally, no one could afford it. He had a feeling she could.

He kept his eyes on her, but wasn’t entirely sure he could see.

“We’re going to try something different today,” she said. He barely kept himself from groaning. “Every time I hit you, you’re going to tell you why I should take you home. Every time you stumble over it, I get three free hits. Once you get up to the right number of hits, minus the free hits, without begging, I’ll take you home.”

He wanted to ask how how many hits that was but knew that would not help. It was also much too confusing, he could barely count around her.

“Yes Miss.”

She held up the mallet, all the way over her head, and any thought he had about why he should go home with her was lost, even before she hit him. She swung it hard and fast, and he felt his balls not only be smashed, but also have the metal spikes blast into them. They weren’t razor sharp, but they were thick and heavy and he could feel the indents immediately. He barely remembered what he was supposed to do.

“I—I—I—I have thick hair.” It was the oddest fact about himself he knew, having nothing to do with sex, but Marlea had told him that once, and he wanted a mistress like Marlea.

“I wouldn’t mind coming in it.” She said, then brought the mallet up. All the way up, swing down, smash. He shrieked, it somehow hurting worse than the last one. He forgot to even think of one thing. After a wicked little giggle she said, “Okay, you didn’t say anything else.”

She brought the mallet up again and smashed it down. “I’m—submissive.” He said.

“All boys are. Not impressive. Anyway, these are free.” She brought it up and hit him again, and as he screeched he realized what he had to do.

“Stop, stop, please stop.”

She dropped the mallet. “Oh, honey, that wasn’t smart. Do you want to be castrated?”

“If it means you will stop.”

She took out the knife and pressed it against his balls, harder. For once, he closed his eyes. When he felt the cut start, he didn’t even scream. This was what he needed. Or, at the very least, he couldn’t be her personal slave. He couldn’t survive it.

He felt the blade turn and twist, slicing through skin, but not slicing off.

“The S is for me,” she said. “See you another time. Or not.” He didn’t open his eyes even when she left.

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-- Lilith walked quickly through the cobbled streets that led to Morgana's home, her mind still buzzing with recent events. The wind stirred her dark robes, but the afternoon chill couldn't cool the anger and excitement she felt. Professor Armand, with all his pride and arrogance, had made a mistake by challenging her to a duel. Lilith knew that alone, she might not stand a chance against him, but with Morgana by her side, planning every detail… Ah, this would be an epic humiliation.

She finally arrived at the large gate of Morgana’s home, an imposing building with Gothic arches and dark stones that emanated a slight magical aura. She knocked on the heavy door with her hand, and soon heard light footsteps on the other side. The door opened, revealing Morgana with an intrigued smile on her face.

"Lilith, what brings you here so excited?" Morgana asked, gesturing for her friend to enter. The interior of the house was lit by floating magical candles, and the scent of incense filled the air.

Lilith entered quickly, her excitement visible on her face. “You won’t believe what happened,” she began, her voice filled with anticipation. “Professor Armand… he challenged me to a duel!”

Morgana raised an eyebrow in surprise and crossed her arms. “Armand? The potions professor?” She gave a short, sarcastic laugh. “He’s powerful, but if he thinks he can beat you… this will be fun to watch. But… a duel? He must be desperate.”

“I was surprised too,” admitted Lilith, her eyes shining with excitement. “But I accepted. Only now I'm wondering… should I be worried? He’s more experienced than I am.”

Morgana laughed loudly, a sound full of malice and confidence. “The only concern you should have is not castrating the professor by accident! Unless, of course, that’s your intention…” She gave an exaggerated laugh, covering her mouth. “But seriously, you just need to be careful not to destroy him completely. The last thing we want is a professor filing complaints in the school infirmaries.”

Lilith smiled nervously, but Morgana’s confidence was contagious. “So, do you think I have a real chance against him?”

Morgana nodded, her eyes shining with an idea. “Chance? You have more than that, dear. Now, let’s make a plan. If you follow what we come up with, not only will you win, but you’ll humiliate Armand in a way he’ll never forget.”

The two sat down on a black leather sofa in Morgana’s main room, surrounded by shelves of ancient books and magical artifacts. Morgana picked up the large spellbook they had used before and opened it with a gentle gesture. The old, yellowed pages turned on their own until they stopped at the combat sections.

“First,” Morgana said, running her fingers delicately over the illustrations of runes and magical symbols, “the fight needs to be a total humiliation. He’s a mage, right? So nothing will be more humiliating than losing to someone who didn’t even use magic to start the fight.” She paused and looked directly at Lilith, the malicious smile returning to her face. “Nothing more humiliating than being defeated by a simple kick.”

Lilith raised her eyebrows, surprised at the simplicity of the idea. “A kick?”

Morgana nodded. “Yes, but not just any kick. We’re talking about a strategic strike, right at his most vulnerable point. And considering the size of Armand’s balls… well, you won’t miss. That’s way too easy of a target.”

The two laughed out loud together, picturing the scene. Lilith could already visualize the professor falling to his knees, his eyes wide with pain, while she stood triumphant. But Morgana wasn’t done yet.

“After he’s on the ground,” Morgana continued, “you’ll need something more. A form of torture. Something to show him that this duel isn’t just about winning or losing… it’s about power.”

She flipped through the book until she found a particular spell. An ancient rune of power was drawn on the page, and the spell’s name was engraved in an archaic script. Morgana traced her finger over the name, murmuring to herself before looking at Lilith with a sinister smile.

“The ‘Enhanced Agony’ spell,” Morgana said. “A spell of progressive pain that targets the nerves directly… and in Armand’s case, we can focus the pain exactly where we want. Imagine him on the ground, already in agony from the kick, and then you intensify the pain in his balls… to the point where he begs for mercy.”

Lilith felt a shiver of satisfaction at hearing that. It was perfect. The initial strike, followed by torture with the Enhanced Agony spell, would be a devastating combination. She nodded, absorbing every detail.

“This is going to be beautiful,” said Lilith, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Armand won’t know what hit him.”

“Exactly,” Morgana replied. “And the best part is, due to the size of his… ‘weapons,’ the target will be far too easy. You just need to make sure he feels the impact before he realizes he’s been defeated.”

The two laughed again, and Morgana closed the book with a sharp movement. “Now, Lilith, the most important thing is for you to enjoy yourself. This fight isn’t just about proving who’s stronger. It’s about you showing him that true power isn’t only in spells and magic… but in how you control the situation. And his giant balls? Well, they’ll be the final point of that lesson.”

Lilith felt more confident than ever. With Morgana’s plan laid out, she knew exactly what to do. She rose from the sofa, ready for the challenge.

“Thank you, Morgana,” Lilith said with a confident smile. “With your help, Armand is going to leave this fight a changed man… or maybe not a man at all.”

Morgana let out a final laugh. “Just be careful not to castrate him by accident, dear. I know it might be tempting.”

The two friends laughed together, the tension of the duel transformed into excitement and confidence. Lilith left Morgana’s home feeling prepared, not just to win, but to humiliate Armand in a way he would never forget.

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I have to be honest, I didn't edit this text at all, it was a practically raw version, I would say that the overwhelming majority was done by the AI, more or less a test I did with it, I can't say if the ep was good or bad, but there it is, it is just a "hook" for the next ep...

Previous ep: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1gd3uhw/lillith_ch_4_i_dont_fall_easily/

Hello everyone!

I apologize for the delay in posting the episodes, although I already have 13 episodes ready (in terms of story) I need to edit and translate all of them... and my college is eating up my time... So I'm sorry if they take a while to be released...

Another thing, feel free to talk about the story in the comments! I love to see your opinions, theories, reactions to characters, etc., etc. Since a good part of the story is already ready, I won't be able to get your ideas yet, but in the future I'll be willing to put your ideas on paper.

Thanks for reading! Have fun!

Professor Armand Durand, still reeling from the residual pain after the torture he suffered the night before, arrived furiously at the headmistress’s office, determined to report what had happened. He burst through the door without knocking, his expression visibly distressed, his clothes wrinkled as if he hadn’t slept. “Headmistress Seraphina!” he exclaimed, his voice echoing across the room.

Seraphina Scarlett, the young headmistress, was seated at her imposing oak desk, reviewing some documents with a calm expression. Her presence was a dominant force at the school. Though young by witch standards, Seraphina exuded power and authority. Her enormous breasts, a direct sign of her vast magical energy, were accentuated by her tight dress, and her long red hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she lifted her gaze to the professor, intrigued by his tone.

“Yes, Professor Durand?” Seraphina asked calmly, setting her papers aside and raising an eyebrow. Her voice held a hint of boredom, as if Armand’s complaints were something she had anticipated.

“It was… an outrage!” Durand huffed, striding to the front of her desk. “Lilith and that damn witch… they invaded my office! They used dark magic on me, tortured me until… until they nearly castrated me! This is unacceptable!”

Seraphina remained silent for a moment, listening to his account. Then, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, she laughed. Her laughter started quietly but soon grew, echoing through the room. Armand stood there, mouth agape, his face turning redder with indignation. “Are you laughing? Seriously?”

“Oh, Armand…” Seraphina rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, interrupting her laughter. “Please. Whose fault is that, really?” She leaned forward slightly, her disdainful gaze fixed directly on the professor’s legs. “Let me guess… your balls, right?”

Armand was in disbelief, barely able to believe what he was hearing. “My balls? What are you talking about, Seraphina?”

“Exactly what you heard,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “It’s always the same with you men. You have these… ridiculously vulnerable things dangling between your legs, and then you still want to act as our equals in terms of power. But in the end, just a little pressure, and you’re crying and begging. How do you expect the students to take you seriously with such big, easy-to-hit targets?”

Armand was speechless, his anger boiling within him. “I am a powerful mage! I should not be treated like this! This is an abuse of power, Seraphina!”

The headmistress scoffed, her patience clearly wearing thin. “Do you really want to discuss this, Armand? Do you think your… power is enough to survive a duel with any of us?” She raised one hand, and immediately a magical aura formed around the professor’s balls. It was a simple spell but incredibly effective. Armand’s hands flew to his groin, fear etched on his face as his knees began to shake.

He knew exactly what that meant. “You get it, right?” Seraphina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Armand swallowed hard, lowering his head in submission. “Yes, ma’am… I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Seraphina said, lightly waving her hand to undo the spell. The professor immediately relaxed, though he was still visibly shaken. She rose from her chair in a fluid and graceful motion, her black dress flowing around her. With a slight gesture of her hand, the office door opened magically, as if inviting the professor to leave.

“Now, get out of my office before I have to throw you out… literally, by your balls,” Seraphina said with a cynical smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Humiliated, Armand nodded and, without another word, hurried out, his footsteps echoing down the corridors.

As he disappeared, Seraphina looked at her secretary, a young witch sitting in a corner of the room. The secretary was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a laugh, her lips trembling as she struggled to keep her composure.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow and let out a light laugh. “Ah, men and their balls… always the same story, isn’t it?” She shook her head, amused by the situation. “They think they have some power, but in the end, their fate is always… literally hanging.”

The secretary finally let out a genuine laugh, unable to hold it in. “Yes, ma’am, they never learn.”

Seraphina laughed along, returning to her desk. “Let’s be honest,” she said, still smiling. “They’ll never learn. They’ll always see themselves as superior, right until one of us decides to show them they’re wrong. And, well, we know exactly how to handle them, don’t we?”

The secretary nodded in agreement, still smiling as she organized some documents on the desk.

“Now, let’s continue,” Seraphina said, returning to her headmistress posture. “We have a school to run, and I don’t have time to deal with the ego crises of men like Armand.”

With that, Seraphina turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, though the malicious smile hadn’t entirely left her lips.

Armand left the headmistress’s office with long, heavy strides, his face red with anger. The humiliation Seraphina had put him through reverberated in his mind. How could she have insinuated that he stood no chance in a duel against the students? He was one of the most skilled mages in the kingdom, known for his abilities in sorcery, potions, and magical combat. He had studied for decades to reach where he was, and now, he was reduced to a joke because of a biological weakness he couldn’t even control.

“Damn witches,” he thought, his fists clenched in anger. But that was no reason to be belittled. He was much more powerful than any of those girls, especially Lilith, who could barely pass her exams without resorting to dirty tricks.

Upon reaching his classroom, he opened the door with a brusque movement, his robes swinging imposingly. His eyes immediately landed on Lilith, who was sitting in the front row, nonchalantly adjusting her bra. His gaze briefly scanned her, noting her smaller chest compared to Morgana and Seraphina. “That girl still dares to think she’s more powerful than I am,” he thought, quickly averting his eyes, irritated with his own thoughts.

Lilith didn’t even look up when she heard the door open. She was absorbed in her own thoughts until she heard his voice.

“Good morning, students,” Armand said, his voice hard and emotionless, still clearly shaken from his discussion with the headmistress. He walked to his desk, his steps echoing through the silent room. He began to hand out the exams, throwing them carelessly onto the students’ desks. The silence in the room was heavy, the students feeling the tension in the air, but no one dared to speak.

When Lilith received her exam, her heart sank. The grade was in red, once again. She stared at the paper in disbelief, her eyes filling with anger. How was it possible that, even after the “negotiation” she and Morgana had with him, her grades were still so low? She clenched the paper tightly between her fingers, her thoughts bubbling with frustration.

Taking a deep breath, she stood from her chair and marched to the front of the room, stopping directly in front of Armand’s desk. Her eyes were fixed on him, burning with anger.

“Professor Durand,” she said, her voice laden with menace. “You’re not afraid of losing your balls, are you? Because it seems you didn’t learn anything from last time.”

Armand slowly raised his eyes, meeting hers with a cold stare. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight under the desk. He knew this confrontation was coming, but he was not willing to back down this time.

“You are no one to threaten me, Lilith,” he retorted, his voice low and controlled but full of hatred. “If you want to pass my class, then study like everyone else. I won’t yield to the threats of a little witch who can barely conjure a decent potion.”

The room fell into absolute silence. The other students watched with wide eyes, sensing the tension growing like a storm about to break. Lilith couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She, a promising witch, being belittled like that by a man who should be afraid of every word that came out of her mouth. But instead, he seemed convinced she couldn’t do anything to him.

Lilith didn’t back down. In fact, she took a step forward, the anger growing within her like a live flame. “You think you can talk to me like that?” she retorted, her voice full of venom. “I could crush you. You know exactly how vulnerable you are. Don’t make me show you what I’m capable of.”

Armand rose abruptly from his chair, his imposing height and the magical energy around him making the air in the room vibrate slightly. His eyes sparkled with controlled fury. “You think you can defeat me, Lilith?” he challenged, his voice louder now. “Fine. I challenge you to a duel. Let’s see who is truly the strongest.”

The room erupted in murmurs and whispers. A duel? No student had expected this. Everyone knew that duels between teachers and students were rare, especially when the teacher was an extremely powerful wizard like Armand. Lilith, in turn, was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to challenge her directly, but upon hearing those words, a slow, malicious smile formed on her face. Her eyes drifted down to where the most obvious and vulnerable target of Armand hung.

His balls, gigantic and unprotected, were an open invitation for the type of magic she had learned from Morgana.

“You really want this?” Lilith said, her voice soft and threatening. “Because I won’t go easy on you… and I think I know exactly where to strike to end that arrogance of yours.”

Armand scoffed, his pride even more wounded by Lilith’s insinuation. “Let’s see if you’re capable, girl,” he shot back, turning his back to her as he started writing the time and place of the duel on the board.

“Duel tomorrow at noon,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “On the school’s training grounds. Let’s see who truly deserves respect.”

With that, he left the room, his footsteps hard and echoing. Lilith stood there, smiling as she looked at the board. “He has no idea what’s coming,” she thought, envisioning all the ways she would make those gigantic balls suffer. She could hardly wait

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Previous episode:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g89l1s/lilith_chapter_4_new_life/

First episode:

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1g89hqt/lilith_chapter_1_magic_and_testicles/

Warning: Contains Familial elements

Jeff

It had been another near sleepless night for Jeff, hearing the now familiar sound of his mother cumming again and again in the next room.

Each female moan of pleasure had made his cock twitch and spurt precum, and yet he couldn't touch his desperate dick. He knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back from cumming. And if he did that, his balls were done for. He knew his testicular rupture wounds would re-open. So he held himself back with every fibre of his being.

Now, it was morning. He heard the shower running down the hallway a few minutes ago. He tried not to think of what his hot mother looked like in the shower right now. The water trickling down her gorgeous body. And he suspected that she was masturbating in the shower too. It's not fair that she gets to cum whenever she wants when I have to go without, he whined to himself internally.

When the shower was over, her heard his mother walk back into her room to get dressed.

10 minutes later, his eyes widened as his mother, Lucy, entered his bedroom dressed much more provocatively than usual. She was wearing her usual small pencil skirt that showed off her sexy toned legs, but her top was what caught his eye. It looked like some kind of sports bra, although made with thinner material and more fit for a night out than a workout. But the point was, her toned stomach was on display. She had never worn a top that revealed her midriff before. And the crop top was low cut too, showing off her cleavage, held firmly against her chest with her tight bra. Jeff's eyes were transfixed on the sight of her gorgeous body.

"Do you like my new top, son?" Lucy asked mischievously.

Jeff couldn't answer.

"I bought a lot of new clothes on the way home yesterday," Lucy continued. "I have a hot body, and I wanna show it off. That won't bother you, will it?"

Jeff remained silent again. I won't give her the satisfaction of seeing how much she's tormenting me.

Unfortunately, Jeff's penis was diamond hard. So it was obvious to Lucy how she was effecting him. She eyed his erection. "Looks like you're in need of an orgasm son."

Jeff winced. I won't give in.

Lucy smirked. "You know, I had a few orgasms just 15 minutes ago in the shower. Nothing like a good few orgasms to start the day is there? I'll bet you'd LOVE an orgasm of your own after going without for a month, but you CAN'T until your balls have healed."

"Mum... please..." Jeff whimpered.

Lucy laughed. "You know... I'm not wearing any panties."

"MUM STOP!" He yelled, both in sexual frustration and disgust. He really didn't want to be horny over his own mother, but after a month without cumming...

"I know after a month without an orgasm this may seem trivial to you," Lucy continued, ignoring his pleas to stop, "but I haven't cum in 15 minutes and I could really use another one." Her hand started drifting down her sexy stomach, getting closer to the top of her skirt.

"MUM PLEASE NO!" Jeff wailed.

Lucy moved her hand away. "Maybe this is a bit much." She paused in contemplation. "I should get to work but... I'm really in no rush. There's nothing pressing at work that needs my immediate attention. I could really use just one more orgasm before I leave."

"MUM PLEASE JUST GO!"

"Oh alright then," Lucy said with a mischievous smirk as she gave his balls a light tap.

"HHHHHNNNNNGGGGGG!" He grimaced. The little tap tend tremors of agony through his still healing balls.

Lucy chuckled at his reaction as she turned around and left the room, leaving his bedroom door open.

She stopped in the hallway, just outside his door. Jeff couldn't see her, but he could tell she was just outside. He was confused until he heard something familiar.

"Mmmm," Lucy moaned.

No, Jeff despaired. NO!

"Ooooohhhhhh... yeah," Lucy moaned again.

She's masturbating RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR! Her moans were so erotic, his dick was twitching in time with her moans and leaking precum, depsite the pain of her nut tap still being at it's peak.

"Uuuuuhhhh.... mmmmmm... yeeessss..." she kept moaning. "Getting closer... almost... there... mmmmmmm..."

Jeff just closed his eyes and gripped his bedsheets with all the strength he could muster. His desperate dick spasming untouched. The ache of his month long blue balls intensifying even more.

"OOOOOOHHHH FUCK I'M.... I'M... CUMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG!" He heard Lucy moan right outside his bedroom as he whined and whimpered at the sound.

IT'S NOT FAIR! I NEED TO CUM MORE THAN SHE DOES! WHY IS SHE RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!

When her orgasm died down, she called out to Jeff. "Oh dear. Son, I seem to have made a mess on the carpet."

She isn't wearing panties. She SQUIRTED onto the floor! He thought as precum spurted out of his penis again.

"I need to leave for work. Clean it up for me would you, son? I really need to head to work. If there's a stain when I get back tonight, you'll be getting another ball spanking. This time with a wooden spoon."

Jeff whimpered in despair. "Ok mum."

"There's a good boy," she said cheerfully as she began walking away, down the stairs, and out the front door.

Jeff pondered the task ahead of him. He had to clean up his own mother's cum stain on the floor. He knew it was going to just further his own torment of prolonged orgasm denial, and that the process of going downstairs to the kitchen to get the cleaning equipment was going to be agony for his stitched up ruptured balls. She could have at least brought them upstairs for me. But it was surely better than having his balls spanked by a wooden spoon in their current state. So he forced himself to get up, despite the lingering pain of his mother's light slap to his balls. The stain will be easier to scrub out now whilst it's fresh.

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Getting out of bed was already agony for his balls, but walking downstairs to the kitchen to get the stain remover and cleaning sponge and then walking back upstairs was absolutely unbearable. Every movement, every sway of his testicles that were huge with a month's build up of cum and insanely sensitive with the stitches holding his rupture wounds together, was indescribably painful. What should have taken him one minute took an entire hour as he had to keep stopping to work through the pain and brace himself for the next movement.

By the time he got back upstairs and down onto his knees outside his bedroom, the stain of his mother's pussy juices had already dried into the carpet. It was gonna take a while to scrup out.

He could smell her scent.

His dick twitched.

Making him clean up her own cum stain was such a sadistic act of cruelty when he had gone a month without cumming and wouldn't be able to cum again for another month. Why is she doing this to me? He wondered. Why is she getting off on my torment?

Trying his best to ignore his unbearable horniness, he got to work. He sprayed the cum stain with the stain remover and started scrubbing as hard as he could. It took him another hour. An hour scrubbing away the results of his mother's orgasmic pleasure, whilst his full balls ached intensely at not being emptied for an entire month. A month with any orgasmic pleasure at all.

And he had one more month to go before he could orgasm again. One more month of unbearable torment.

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Lucy

As Lucy entered the Testicular Research Facility, she made her way to her lab.

On the way, she walked past the entrance to the recovery ward as Mary emerged from it. "Hello, Mary," Lucy greeted the testicle sadist with a smile. "Happy Monday!"

Mary's eyes lit up at the sight of Lucy in such revealing attire. "WOW, Lucy! You look HOT!"

"Why thank you," Lucy smiled.

"You've never dressed like this before. What's gotten into you?" Mary asked.

"I'm just feeling... sexually liberated," Lucy said blissfully.

Mary smirked as she looked back at the recovery ward she had just came from. "Oh I know the feeling."

Lucy smiled playfully and put her hands on her hips to mimic crossness. "Mary! Have you been popping balls in the recovery ward again?"

"Maaaayyyybe," Mary said coyly.

"You little minx," Lucy teased. "You do realise that men's balls are supposed to RECOVER in the recovery ward."

Just then, Caity emerged from the recovery ward too. "Hey, it's not OUR fault that balls are just so much fun to pop."

"And make sure they're RUINED beyond repair!" Mary added with excitement as she rubbed her thighs together in arousal.

Lucy sighed. "You girls are uncontrollable."

"Hey, Mary is more unhinged than me," said Caity. "She's ALWAYS going in and out of the recovery ward for some ball popping action between experiments. I only go there every few days or so."

"Well what do you expect me to do between experiments?" Mary said with irritation. "NOT destroy testicles? That's boring. And besides, I'm not doing any experiments today. My schedule is filled up with tedious paperwork. I need my ball popping breaks to stay sane."

Caity laughed. "You haven't even done any paperwork since we got here. You went straight to the recover ward. At least I have the excuse of waiting for my research subjects to get set up."

"I need to get my morning ball pops in," Mary responded curtly.

"Girl you are insatiable," Caity laughed then looked at Lucy. "It seems we've created a monster."

"Looks like it," Lucy agreed. "I wouldn't be surprised if men check under their beds at night in case Mary is there waiting to pop their testicles."

"Screw waiting," said Mary. "I just wanna get straight to popping them."

Lucy chuckled. "Well, your morning ball popping is over. Get to your paperwork, young lady. No ball popping breaks for at least another hour."

"A whole HOUR!" Mary whined like a brat. "That's not FAIR! You can't expect me to go a whole hour without destroying a single pair of testicles. That goes against my human rights."

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't," laughed Caity.

"I meant WOMEN'S rights," said Mary. "It's a woman's right to destroy testicles whenever she wants. Jill told me so."

Caity responded, "I don't think Jill is a good source of info-"

"Hey wait a minute. You're supposed to be taking my side!" Mary interrupted.

"Alright lovebirds. Calm down," said Lucy. "Have your lover's spat another time. Right now you're on the clock."

"Ok," Mary and Caity responded.

"Come on," said Lucy. "Let's walk to the labs together."

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"So have you started making arrangements to make sure all my subjects will be virgins yet?" Mary asked Lucy as they walked down the hallway together with Caity.

"I've only just got here, Mary," Lucy laughed. "I'll get started on it later. Rest assured all your subjects will be virgins by next week."

"Awesome. Thank you," said Mary with excitement. "I can't wait!"

"Oh I bet you can't," said Caity teasingly as she reached her arm around Mary and pulled her closer to speak into her ear. "Making all those virgins into eunuchs. Making sure they'll never feel the pleasures of sex. It's making you all tingly down there, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm, yes," Mary moaned.

"God you are such a sadistic little castrator. I fucking love you," Caity growled as she nibbled at her neck.

"Ohhh, Caity..."

"Just think about how great our post castration sex will be each nightbafter a day of castrating virgins," said Caity as she kept teasing Mary's neck.

"MMMMMMMMMM fuck yes! Castrating virgins is the BEST! It's so fucking HOT!" Mary moaned loudly and eagerly.

"Girls, please try not to fuck in the hallway," Lucy chided them playfully. "Keep it to the bedroom. Or at least one of your labs."

The two testicle sadists stopped their foreplay. "Sorry, Lucy," they both said shyly.

"You girls really need to have some self control," Lucy teased as she approached the door to her lab and opened the door. She was not prepared for the sight that awaited her inside.

Jake was still there. Her ongoing research subject. Restrained to the wall, a tiny vibrator attached to the underside of the base of his penis, a robotic hand gripping his overfull balls, a bucket on the floor between his legs.

With all the exciting stuff happening all weekend, Lucy had completely forgotten about Jake. The poor young man had been held captive in her lab for over a week now, under tease and denial torture without being able to orgasm once. And on friday, after a whole day of tease torture, Lucy had placed her robotic hand that she called her "ball squeezer" on his nuts that was wirelessly connected to the vibrator on his penis. Everytime he reached the edge of orgasm, the vibrator turned off only for the squeezer to crush his balls to the edge of rupture 3 times in a row before loosening it's grip only for the vibrator to turn back on for the process to continue. And Lucy had left him like this ALL WEEKEND! The bucket between his legs was empty when she had left on Friday evening. Now, late Monday morning, it was overflowing with so much precum that a huge puddle of it spread across about half of the floor. And miraculously, his balls were still intact. They had not ruptured under the pressure of her ball squeezer.

"CUM! CUM! I NEED TO CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Jake wailed as he reached the edge of orgasm for what must have been the thousandth time since she had left, only for the vibrator to stop working and the ball squeezer to crush down on his overfull balls. The crush squeezed out a HUGE amount of precum from his cock which fell unceremoniously into the overflown bucket. It was probably the thousandth ruined orgasm he had experienced since he had been left in his predicament. "NNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP! STOOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEE STOP! MAKE ME CUM! I NEED TO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!" He shrieked. It was the most sexually frustrated scream Lucy had ever heard. His torture was no doubt worsened by the fact that he hadn't cum in 10 days. He REALLY needed to cum.

Lucy couldn't hold herself back at the sight. She didn't care if Mary and Caity were there. She needed to cum. After all, she hadn't cum since an hour ago. She really needed to cum again.

Lucy shoved her hand down her skirt, she wasn't wearing any panties, and touched her clit. It took one single touch to her most sensitive spot for her to orgasm. "Ooooohhhhhhhh! OOOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!" She screamed as her whole body trembled in orgasm and her pussy juices squirted onto the floor to mix with the puddle of precum that had leaked out of Jake's balls all weekend.

"So much for self control," Caity laughed at the sight of Lucy instantly giving into her sexual urges which she had just scolded the two girls for doing.

Through the agony of his balls being brutally squeezed, Jake finally noticed that Lucy had returned, with two girls behind him. His eyes lit up in relief through his pain and he struggled desperately in his restraints. "LET ME OUT! GET THESE THINGS OFF ME! LET ME CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!"

All 3 women ignored him though. Lucy was too distracted by the pleasures of her orgasm, Caity was distracted by the sight of Lucy cumming, and Mary's eyes were fully focussed on Jake's balls. "Oh my God, those balls are MASSIVE!" Mary yelled in amazement. "That the biggest pair of balls I've ever SEEN! I simply MUST pop them!" She went to walk towards Jake and his overfull balls, only for Lucy to put her hand out to stop her as her orgasm subsided.

"NO!" Lucy said in a panic. "You can't. Those balls aren't yours to pop."

"What?" Said Mary, dismayed. "Why not? He's not one of Beth's patients."

"He's my research subject and... I need his balls intact for... research purposes."

"Pfft," Caity laughed behind them. "I think it's pretty obvious that it's not for research purposes."

"Alright fine. I get off on men suffering blue balls," Lucy confessed. She wasn't ashamed anymore. Heidi had taught her to not be ashamed of her sexuality. "I get off on men suffering full balls. The fuller the better. And them being unable to orgasm. It's my fetish, just as much as castration is your fetish. And this subject's balls are for ME to do with as I please. You can do whatever you want to testicles in your own labs, but in MY lab I do what I want with them." She looked directly into Mary's eyes. "And do I need to remind you who owns this facility? You do NOT have permission to pop this pair of balls."

"But... but..." Mary stammered, trying to think of a convincing counter argument so she could pop the humongous balls before her. "That's so UNFAIR!" She whined, starting another one of her hissy fits. "You can't expect me to see those huge balls and NOT pop them! I wanna pop 'em. I NEED to pop 'em!"

"Well you can't," said Lucy authoritatively.

"Hmph!" Mary huffed as she turned away and walked out the door. "FINE! I'll just go and pop balls in the recovery ward then!"

Caity laughed. "We literally JUST popped a bunch of balls in the recovery ward."

"WELL I WANNA POP MORE!" Mary snapped as she walked off in a huff back to the recovery ward.

Caity rolled her eyes. "She can be so over dramatic when she doesn't get her way. Especially when it comes to balls." She turned to Lucy. "You gonna stop her? You did just say she wasn't allowed to pop any balls until at least an hour of paperwork."

"HELP ME! PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE!" Jake wailed as the ball squeezer increased it's grip on his balls again.

"I'll leave her to it," Lucy said in response to Caity, ignoring Jake. "If popping balls in the recovery ward keeps her away from my research subject then I'll just leave her to let off some steam in there."

Caity laughed. "With how angry she was, a LOT of guy's in there will lose their balls."

Lucy shrugged. "Probably, but that doesn't matter."

"True," Caity agreed. "Anyway, I best be off to my lab," said Caity. "Sally and Cindy have been setting up another bunch of guys whose balls I'm gonna pop under my feet."

"HELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!" Jake screamed in pain.

"You're STILL doing research on that?" Lucy asked Caity, continuing to ignore his desperate begging. "You've been doing that for months!"

"Hey, what can I say?" Caity shrugged. "It's fun. Anyway, I'm off. Have fun with your experiment."

"You too," said Lucy as Caity left the room. Then, she turned her attention to Jake.

The ball squeezer had loosened it's grip on his balls again. They both knew that one more cycle of ball squeezing was in store for his nuts before the vibrator on his cock turned back on to edge him again. "QUICK!" He begged. "TURN IT OFF! BEFORE IT CRUSHES THEM AGAIN! PLEASE!"

"In a minute," said Lucy as she just sat down in her chair and did absolutely nothing. "I've only just got here. Be patient."

After he had waited the whole weekend for her to return to end his constant torture, she was finally here to save him. And she was doing nothing to help. She wasn't even attending to another task. She had no excuse.

"PLEASE! I'VE WAITED ALL WEEKEND!"

"Well then I'm sure you can wait a little bit longer, young man," Lucy smirked.

"NO! PLEASE! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN MY BALLS ARE IN! TURN IT OF! BEFOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" His begging was cut off as the ball squeezer crushed down on his overfull nuts again. The robotic fingers sunk into his nutmeat, squeezing all the excess cum out of his nuts as they overflowed and leaked out of his cock and into the overflowing bucket.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Lucy moaned as her hands went into her panties again. "I think I'll keep you like this just a little bit longer. So I can... mmph... enjoy the... sight of those... deliciously overfull balls... oooooo..." she felt another orgasm of her own building, as she watched his orgasm get denied.

All characters 18+ and consenting. Please read parts 1-3 for context.

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Simon returned from work defeatedly, like a husk he walked through the front door and up the rickety staircase, the stairs creaking softly as he rose up them. Pushing his door open limply he fell onto his bed exhausted.

It had been around four days since the trio of Amanda, Jackie & his roommate Carly had busted his balls, his nuts still recovering even now. The memory of the brutal destruction of his manhood had him place an unconscious hand on his ballsack through his work jeans, his scrotum still sore to the touch; the balls bruised in certain spots.

As his hand retraced he felt the odd shape of his tiny chastity cage. Emasculated he remembered how difficult it was to piss at work, his pee spitting out in different directions, wetting his pants and underwear. Every morning since he had woken up to a terrible pain of his morning erection being pushed into limp submission, his balls growing heavier and fuller by the day. His metaphorical blue balls were almost as large as his still swollen sack.

As Simon changed out of his work clothes, tossing them absentmindedly into his clothes hamper he thought about the key to his sexual freedom and which of the girls possessed it. They hadn’t talked to him much since, or even mentioned the cage. He, like his manhood, was an afterthought.

Now naked, he wrapped a loose off white towel around his waist and headed for the communal bathroom. On his way down the hall he heard Carly’s bedroom door open. Trying to quickly dart to the bathroom he dashed toward the door and jiggled the handle; locked!

“Oh hey!” Carly called out, dressed in a pair of tightly fitting black leggings and an oversized hoodie with some sports brand on it Simon didn’t recognise. She glowed softly with perspiration, likely just back from a run, her sneakers bright white and new, her black hair matted to her forehead by sweat. Through pants of breath, she spoke again;

“Are you headed in for a shower? Mind if I go in first? I just got back from a run.”

“Sure the door’s locked anyway.”

Reaching into a small compartment on her leggings Carly pulled an old Rusty key, placed it in the door and jiggled it, the door opening only after she jostled it free.

“Don’t you just hate when something is locked up and you wish it wasn’t?” She said coyly.

“I guess.”

“The bathroom door is old, I’ve contacted the Landlord about a replacement. I was actually going to Chuck this key away, or was it that other key? Oh shoot I can’t remember where I put it.”

Flush with terror, Simon spun around to look at her raising his hands from his towel to his head in fright, unaware of the implications;

“The key? What key?”

“Ummm S…” Carly trailed off, pointing down toward his midsection with a prodding finger.

Simon looked down to see his bathroom towel had fallen to the floor, revealing his locked pitiful penis and his massive balls. His eyes darting from his balls up to Carly he saw a giggle of amusement mixed with pity raise up across her face, her hand quick to conceal it.

“You know S—“ Carly began, her voice changing from her relax valley girl tone to her sultry seductress voice, she walked up to Simon and traced a finger down his thin, lanky stomach.

“The girls and I were pretty hard on you at game night. Now we’d have to keep it a secret and couldn’t tell them, but would you be up for a massage?”

Simon raised a curious eyebrow, completely puzzled, his cock hurting as it tried desperately to raise to full mast.

Carly giggled before continuing; “Just a regular massage. I recently for a table for it. Just come into my room, I’ll put some oil on you and try to release some of your…obvious tension.”

“Didn’t you need to shower?” Simon asked curiously, his mind and body fully aroused as he was being led softly by the hand into Carly’s room.

“We’ll have one after.”

Inside Carly’s room, set up in the centre of the room was a large black massage table, with a big white towel folded over the middle with smaller ones concealing the legs of the table. A ring at the end for Simon’s head was already adorned with a small bead-filled pillow. Candles were lit which smelt of sandalwood and other pleasant aromas. Curtains drawn, light music softly playing in the background furthering the ambiance.

Carly led Simon toward the table and helped him atop it. Simon found his place and nuzzled his head in, the table and headrest supremely comfortable, almost more so than his own bed. He adjusted his midsection in the towel a few times, although never finding the absolute correct spot, it almost felt like the towel was about to give way. Laying there silently he heard the pumping and squelching of the lubricant bottle, mere seconds later he felt the oily hand of Carly caress his back and gently begin rubbing.

After a long day at work, this was exactly what the doctor ordered. She worked his upper back, neck and traps with a medium level of force, gripping and pulling and kneading her fingers and knuckles into all the right places, unlocking points of tension Simon didn’t even know he had!

“You’re probably wondering why us girlies took to beating up your nuts so quickly. Well it’s funny actually, we’re all closet dommes. Only a select few know and have seen it. ‘Manda, she lovings cucking her subs and using leashes. Jackie, I’m not entirely sure what she gets up to; although I’ve heard some frightening tales haha. Me? Im pretty new to it all.” Carly stopped momentarily, sliding her hands down Simon’s arms softly. Tracing his hands Simon spoke up;

“You’re a natural.” He said, enjoying the soft and rhythmic rubdown.

“Thanks.” Carly said, continuing to caress him.

“So what type of domme are you?” Simon asked, his face still staring at the floor.

Hearing a shocking yet familiar locking sound, Simon raised his head to see Carly standing at the end of the table, his hands handcuffed to the table legs. Before he could react and try to stand up, he slipped a little, the oil on his body making it hard to manoeuvre. Quickly, Carly ran down to his flailing legs and pushed them down, latching the leg locks on his ankles. As he moved and rolled Simon came to the very quick and sudden realisation, he was trapped.

Carly began tugging at the blanket in the centre. Ripping it free Simon felt the horror intensify as his balls accidentally found their way through a hole in the centre of the massage table. Simon began pulling his hips upward, but his balls had fallen in, the seal too tight to pull them free, the balls too big to loosen. As if designed that way, like a finger trap, it was easy to enter but painful to leave.

Looking down at the ground once more he saw Carly now laying below him, ripping a towel off the base of the massage table leg, to reveal a motorised gearbox, turning it on, Simon felt himself be raised higher toward the ceiling. Now elevated and afraid he looked down at the standing Carly who smiled;

“I’m a ballbuster.”

“Now S, I’m a ball buster but I’m also an athlete, I love sports like soccer, baseball, boxing, you name it I’ll play it.” Carly said, rubbing her oiled up hands all over Simon’s red balls, coating them liberally with the lubricant. The massage felt so ínstense and so elegant, so careful and sensational, the cage barely able to contain him.

“But recently I’ve been big into boxing, and my coach well, he said I needed practice…his recommendation?” She paused fondling his heavy sack once more before retracing her hands.

“A speedbag.”

With a powerful grunt Simon felt as Carly’s oily fist smashed hard against his semen filled balls, the hit sending them flying up into the underside of the massage table, smacking against it.

Simon cried out in pain as another hit came and another. They came in a rhythm; one-two, one-two, one-two-three. The third and final hit, her knockout punch which sent Simon into a screaming frenzy, the pain too intense. He screamed into the ring, muffling his cries into the bead pillow, looking down through the hole to see a purposely positioned mirror which showed a complete angle of Carly shadow boxing now in a tight sports bra, her busty breasts barely contained.

Focusing all his energy at looking into the mirror he watched as another hit came from Carly, a devastating left hook. Followed by a straight right. His toes curled and his arms flailed as the assault continued, the pain so powerfully localised with nowhere to run; he could only squirm.

“You see the thing is S—“ Carly said playfully batting his massive balls with he hands like a cat with a play toy. “I was going easy on you at Game Night. The other girlies aren’t as experienced. Maybe Jackie is, I’m not sure. But me? I know I could’ve taken you down with one of my kicks or punches; but that’s no fun for the girlies. So I played along. But since it’s just us today, I get to go all out.” She said launching an incredibly strong punch smack bang into his droopy ballsack, the punch causing Simon to cry, his whimpering only making Carly giggle.

“Nawh poor baby, here have a look at these.” Carly said, lifting off her sports bra revealing her perky C cups. A small freckle was near the left nipple which were quickly growing hard. Simon stared intently at them as she lined up her next world-ending strike. If Simon wanted to pull his balls out he knew the time had long passed, the strikes had swollen him to such a point that, even if the opening was a smooth hole, it was all but impossible, his balls were too big to be pulled out safely. He was stuck in this contraption until the swelling died down or until he lost them completely; whichever came first.

Hit after hit, punch, uppercut, jab. The smacks against his manhood was relentless. Suddenly, the torrent of pain stopped as Carly laughed loudly; “oh fuck that’s funny.”

Simon looked down at the mirror to see his limp chastity cage was dripping with ooey gooey white cum. It weakly fell from the cage, his dick and balls feeling no relief or enjoyment from it, in fact he didn’t even know it was happening! As he watched his seed drip slowly out of the cage opening and onto the floor he saw Carly squat underneath his cage, her tongue out ready to catch the next drop.

Pushing with all his might Simon tried desperately to pump one last little droplet out into Carly’s awaiting mouth, her moans of anticipation teasing him beyond reason. She was jiggling her tits at him, jostling them in a teasing manner to try and help him, yet nothing more came. His balls were full to the brim with cum and yet he couldn’t even get one iota out; his frustration was palpable.

Suddenly, he heard a phone ring, it was Carly’s. The rhythmic ring was quickly replaced by not one but two familiar voices; Jackie and Amanda.

“Omg girlies you’re not gonna believe this.”

“What what?” Called Amanda over the phone her voice patchy due to reception.

“Simon’s littly clitty just came! I was punching his nuts in the masseuse table, and I literally punched a load out of him.”

“Omg that’s awesome babes.” Jackie said in a supportive tone.

“Way to go bitch.” Amanda replied enthusiastically.

“Simon said he would love to come over to your houses and be our shared little bitch boy. Isn’t that great?” Carly said gleefully.

The girls cheered with excitement.

“I didn’t say that!” Simon said, panting in pain, unsure of why he even spoke up.

“Hold on just a second girlies.” Carly said pressing the mute button with a sweaty thumb, her smile replaced with a furious grimace.

Carly wrapped her feminine hand around Simon’s balls and before he could even assess the situation she squeezed, hard. It was unlike any squeeze before, the power unrivalled and fully brought to bear. He felt like if she squeezed even the tiniest bit harder they’d explode in a bloody-cummy mess all over her sweet hands.

“You’re gonna say yes to the girlies when I take them off mute, is that clear?”

Simon said nothing.

Carly reaffirmed her grip, squeezing just a fraction tighter.

Hollering in pain he nodded and screamed “YES YES ITS CLEAR!”

tapping the unmute button, Carly’s voice switched back to her usually happy tone, the valley girl accent covering her words;

“Sorry babes, S was just feeling a little bold before, but we worked it out didn’t we?” Carly said squeezing him again

“YES! YES!”

“So you’ll be our little bitch boy? You’ll come over to our houses when we ask? I think Amanda wants to see you next.”

“Bring your ass over here boy.” Amanda called over the phone authoritatively.

“Now what do you say?” She said applying even more pressure.

On the verge of passing out Simon screamed; “THANK YOU THANK YOU CARLY.”

“Hmm I don’t like that; how about you call us ‘Goddess’? Try that.” Carly said applying one final squeeze of unimaginable pressure.

As he felt his vision blur and his head become light he yelled “YES GODDESS.” As the world around him and the phone both ended. This was his new life he thought as the world practically melted away…

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The sun beat down mercilessly on the pristine white sand, the air thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the sweet scent of sunscreen. Lance, a towering figure of athleticism in a shiny, bright red Speedo, strutted confidently along the beach, his blonde hair tousled by the gentle sea breeze. His muscular physique was on full display, the tight, skimpy, swimwear left little to the imagination. Highlighting his impressive endowment and the prominent, large, jiggling bulge that seemed to have a life of its own as it swayed and bobbed about in the thinly stretched lyrica fabric.

Behind him, in the queue for the beach bar, stood Marcus, a stocky midget with a simmering temper and a deep-seated envy for Lance's physique. His eyes, focused on Lance's backside, were a mixture of jealousy, irritation and resentment. Every time Lance shifted, his round bubble butt seemed to taunt Marcus, smacking him in the face with its obtrusive presence. Marcus‘s nose would get dangerously close to being wedged in the sweaty ass crack of the plump, muscular ass that kept unexpectedly lurching towards his bitter face.

"This guy needs to learn some manners," Marcus muttered to his friend Danny, a timid red-haired midget who seemed more inclined to shy away from conflict than embrace it.

Lance, oblivious to the simmering resentment behind him, continued his sway back and forth, occasionally turning back to wave at friends, always with the same unfortunate consequence: his bulging Speedo-clad crotch would thrust itself into Marcus's face, a visual assault that pushed Marcus to the brink of fury.

Finally, Marcus had enough. As Lance turned to shout a greeting to a classmate across the beach, his Speedo-clad bulge poked Marcus square in the jaw. Marcus, taken aback and thoroughly disgusted, With a quick flick of his wrist, instinctively swatted the offending meaty bulge with the back of his hand. A loud, squishy "thwock" echoed through the air as the huge speedo-clad mound jiggled obscenely from side to side. A gasp escaped Lance's lips as he instinctively hunched over, protecting his pride and joy.

"Watch your hands, little midget!" Lance roared, his voice booming across the beach.

"You're the one who needs to watch where he's sticking that thing," Marcus retorted, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Maybe keep your crotch out of my face, you big oaf."

"Little guys like you need to learn to back up and make room for the big boys," Lance scoffed, his arrogance a stark contrast to his suddenly vulnerable posture. His fat speedo bulge tauntingly bobbed in front of Marcus’s face the entire time he talked.

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "Come over to the trees then," he challenged. "Let's see how ‘big boys’ handle disagreements in private."

As they reached the treeline, the atmosphere shifted as Marcus and Lance squared off. Marcus was fueled by envy, taking in every inch of Lance's toned physique. He could hardly stand it. They began to grapple, yet it was evident that Lance had the upper hand against both midgets—his muscular frame was far more agile and powerful.

Danny, caught in the crossfire, watched with wide, fearful eyes as his friend struggled to keep his footing, helplessly observing the spectacle of a giant hurling a smaller opponent around as if he were weightless. Marcus, however, wasn’t going down without a fight. Danny, unfortunately, found himself being hoisted high above Lance’s head, a helpless bystander in the escalating conflict. Danny thrashed around in fear and, voice cracking, pleaded to be put down.

Marcus, though, couldn't keep his eyes from Lance’s bouncing crotch. In a moment of desperation, he found himself fixating on the shining red bulge bobbing in front of him. It sparked an impulsive wave of spiteful vengeance. He could only bitterly stare as it jiggled obscenely in the tight red Speedo. Marcus could clearly make out all the details of Lance’s impressive package through the thin strained material; his long and thick dick shaft draped over two huge, egg shaped, testicles beneath. The massive orbs jutted out on each side of Lance’s fat dick head, barely contained inside the overworked speedo. The temptation was too much. A cruel, warped idea took root in Marcus's mind. Marcus unleashed his pent-up frustration and went for it, using Lance's bulging,Speedo-covered, balls as his makeshift speed bag. His tiny fists repeatedly slamming into it. The shiny red meat stuffed material rippled and bounced obscenely with each impact, Lance's face contorting in a mixture of pain and shock as he struggled to react while holding Danny above his head. Marcus was mesmerized as Lance's huge speedo pouch bounced in response to each unforgiving punch. Lance, continuing to hold Danny hostage, was unable to defend his pride and joy as he stood frozen in shock. Marcus was fascinated by the feeling of the warm, soft mound smashing into his knuckles. Loud moist “thwacks” echoed through the trees as Marcus increased the speed of his newfound boxing technique.

Lance’s eyes rolled back, and a sharp gasp escaped his lips as the relentless assault on his most sensitive region took its toll. He collapsed onto the sandy ground, his body going limp, and Danny tumbled to the sand.

His rage still bubbling, Marcus lifted Lance's legs and began relentlessly stomping his foot on the now defenseless, huge, and squishy bulge. Danny, terrified, was begging Marcus to stop, to allow them to escape the scene. Marcus was beyond reason. He couldn't quell the desire to punish the giant's perfect body and enormous manhood. He was envious of Lance’s physique and its perfect complement. Marcus was in a state of heightened arousal. He couldn't get enough of that obscene, bouncing bulge. He wasn't going to let the opportunity pass him by.

Marcus decided to drag Lance across the harsh terrain. He gripped Lance’s muscular legs and dragged him through the sand and bushes, forcing the rough terrain to go in-between Lance’s thick thighs and to repeatedly smash against his bobbing and vulnerable bulge.

Marcus grew tired of dragging the heavy hunk. He leaped onto Lance's body, straddling his washboard abs. He was face to face with the source of his resentment: Lance's huge, shiny red, Speedo-clad bulge. He buried his tiny fingers into the massive mound of Lyrica covered flesh. Taking a gargantuan testicle in each hand, he alternated squeezing them though the flimsy fabric that offered no protection. A low, guttural sound escaped Lances throat as Marcus manhandled the giant of a man’s huge, juicy balls.

Marcus grew increasingly bold and adventurous. He reached inside the skimpy red Speedo, grasped Lance's thick, long penis, and began stroking it. Lance, who hadn’t had an orgasm in over a week, was unable to stop his erection. Marcus roughly manipulated it until it was fully erect, throbbing against his hand. He alternated between squeezing and kneading Lance’s fat balls and furiously jacking him off.

Lance was about to cum. Marcus could sense it and viciously squeezed Lance’s huge nuts in each hand. Lance screamed a blood-curdling scream as his climax hit and his sensitive sperm-tanks were squeezed. Cum erupted from his fat dick head, splattering his Speedo and the surrounding sand. Lance was weak and fell back into unconsciousness.

Danny was frozen in shock by the events he had witnessed. His mind was wrecked with confusion, amazement, and second hand embarrassment by the events that unfolded before him. Panic set in and Danni blurted “What have you done!? We’re going to go to jail!” Marcus climbed to his feet and told Danny to relax. “Nothing is going to happen to us, this big oaf is going to recover and be fine. Guys like him never speak of humiliation like this. He would be way too embarrassed to ever admit this actually happened.” Danny was still unsure and his mind continued to race with thoughts. He stammered, “What if you permanently damaged him? Isn’t that sexual assault or something!?” Marcus was starting to get annoyed that he had to continue to justify defending their honor. He got back down on his knees in front of the unconscious hunks spread legs. Marcus yanked the front of the worn out speedo down to reveal the still intact, bruised and swollen balls, and thick, long dick resting in between the studs legs. He gently rolled the huge gonads in each of his hands, inspecting them. Marcus still couldn’t get over how blessed this asshole was. “They are still very firm and solid, the only thing permanently damaged is this dudes ego.” Marcus gave the huge baby-makers one last playful squeeze before he started tucking the unconscious giants huge appendages back inside the ruined speedo. After all the abuse, the now dirty red Speedo was barely staying stitched together at this point. Marcus started briskly walking toward Danny and said “OK, I am ready to get out of here before this guy wakes up. He’s going to be sore and pissed.” As they both walked away, the handsome hunk laid in the sand, slowly stirring. His body a testament to the unexpected humiliation and defeat he suffered at the hands of two midgets.

It was a dark and pretty windy night as the neighborhood was filled will faint talking, laughter, and just happy people.

Ty stood in front of his full length mirror, eyes narrowed in concentration as he struggled to adjust the gold leaf crown that sat precariously on his head. The costume he’d chosen, or was begged to be chosen was that of a Greek god: a white tunic that wrapped around his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders while leaving skin exposed. With his vitiligo creating a striking contrast against his dark skin, he felt simultaneously powerful and awkward.

But as he tugged uncomfortably at the fabric of his costume, he felt confined by the snugness of the underwear that accompanied it. Each movement felt limiting.

“Forget it,” he muttered, shaking his head. He took a deep breath, and in a moment of defiance, he went without.

“I’m going commando. No way I’m letting my outfit ruin this night.”

Ty then takes off his underwear which has the classic yet comedic heart patterns on them that his crush bought, letting his flaccid cock and bull balls flop around a bit, as he lets out a sigh of relief from the uncomfortable underwear.

“Ok..that’s so much better.” Ty says as he gives his cock and balls a small adjustment.

In Jess’ room Jess was busy blasting music in as she did her makeup. Her costume was a unique version of Pennywise, a blend of mischief and allure, she knew for a fact this costume would turn heads of guys and girls. She wore a white corset that had three red pom poms, a white miniskirt with ruffles at the ends, long red and white striped socks with white boots, with a comically large white ruffled collar. To finish her costume she puts her now dyed red butterfly locs in two ponytails to make herself seem more innocent, and finally she adds fake blood splatters all over her clothes to make it seem like she finished devouring a victim.

“Ty!! Are you ready yet??” Jess shouts as she skips down the stairs.

“Y-Yea!! I’m ready!! Give me a sec..” Ty snaps out of his daydream and gives one last look at himself in the mirror before turning off his light switch and shutting his bedroom door.

“Ooooh~ A Greek God? Nice pick T. It suits you!” Jess says as she sees Ty walking down the stairs.

“Thanks! I like your uh… Pennywise costume? It suits you as well.” Ty says a bit surprised at how revealing it is.

“Ready to party hard step bro?!” Jess says as she could barely contain her excitement.

Ty shrugged, doing his best to maintain his stoic demeanor despite the corners of his mouth twitching upwards

“Just wait until you see the look on everyone’s faces. Let’s go!” Jess says twirling around.

They stepped into the crisp October night, and the wind hit them like a truck, as if it was perfectly timed a tiny plastic pumpkin flew into Ty’s unprotected nutsack with a small but audible—

WHUMP

Ty doubles over in pain groaning a bit from the unsuspecting blow. Jess couldn’t help but let out a giggle from her stepbrother’s painful assault.

“Daaamn~ T. Looks like Mother Nature hates candy with NUTS in them.” She says with a loud laugh.

As they approached the party, music thumped rhythmically through the walls of their neighbors’ house. Jess practically bolts out of the car, skipping to the entrance of the party. Ty gets out of his car and texts his crush that him and his stepsister are outside.

Inside the party Jess immediately bolts off to go find her friends and maybe flirt with some frat boys. As she leaves Ty all by himself, but before he can unlock his phone he feels a tap on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around. It was his crush, Garret who was dressed in a similar Greek God costume just in the color pink.

“Oh my gosh!! Ty! You look so good!!” Garret says as he’s happy that Ty actually matched costumes with him.

“O-Oh..Thanks.. You uh..look good too..” Ty says stuttering a bit as he feels his cheeks flush.

On one corner of the room, Jess stood by the punch bowl chatting with her friends. While on the other corner in the room, Kat strutted in a figure-hugging blue Playboy bunny costume, her sharp brown eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk. It was hard not to notice her standing tall and confident, but her demeanor was as frigid as her glaring expression when Jess’s laughter pierced the air like a knife through her perfect illusion.

Kat was a bit on the chubbier side but still maintained an hourglass figure, with her jet black hair in two space buns with a few strands out, her large breasts bouncing with each step she took. She finally approached Jess.

“Look who it is,” Jess chirped, spinning on her heel to confront Kat, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm.

“Miss All-A’s herself. How’s the homework coming? Did your last study session with that textbook go well in your dream house?” Jess says as her group of friends let out a laugh similar to hyenas. Kat’s glare could have frozen flames.

“At least I’m not trying to scare people into talking to me. Is that costume a last-ditch effort to make friends, or are you just that desperate for attention?” Kat says gaining a bit of “ooohs” and laughs from a small audience listening on their convo. The crowd swirled around them, oblivious to the building tension. Jess leaned closer, inching her face into Kat’s personal space, her grin unwavering.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll take the attention over being a self-righteous bore any day.” Jess says as she sees Kat’s face turning red with anger despite all the colored lights going off at the party.

The crowd buzzed in anticipation, laughter rippling through the group as the two girls exchanged icy glares. Without warning, Kat lunged forward, her manicured nails swiping at Jess. Jess lunged backwards surprised at the sudden strike.

“YOU CRAZY BITCH!!” she gasped dramatically as she scrambled back, the two of them now circling each other like feline predators.

Instinct took over, and they collided—two forces of nature fueled by rivalry. Hair was pulled, costumes ripped, and insults hurled as the brawl escalated into a tangle of limbs, a flurry of petty vengeance and cat-like hisses, with a few curse words here and there. As the crowd starts chanting and shouting, Ty who was still talking to Garret looks up to see what the commotion was. As he stops a random party goer.

“Yo man! What’s going on over there?” Ty asks with a bit of concern and confusion.

“There’s two hot chicks fightin like CRAZY over there!! One’s a sexy bunny and the other is a sexy clown!” He says with the stereotypical surfer voice.

Ty lets out a deep sigh as he knows for a fact that the party goer is talking about Jess and Kat. As he puts down his drink and sprints over to stop his stepsister from causing anymore trouble and damage to the party. As he approaches the crowd he shoves anyone in his way to get closer to the source of the problem, as he gets closer he can most definitely hear that it’s his stepsister and her rival struggling to gain the upper hand in their brawl. His jaw drops as he sees both Kat and Jess’ boobs are flopping around everywhere from their costumes being torn and ripped. But it’s no time for him to be gawking at the tempting sight, so Ty quickly charges in and lifts both girls up pushing them on opposite sides of his arms.

“WOAH WOAH!! GIRLS CALM DOWN!!” Ty shouts as the girls are still trying to kill each other.

Through all the ruckus and movements, Ty’s toga started to rise up just enough that his balls and semi erect cock were showing, he tried to cover it up, but it was too late; Kat would send her large knee right up into Ty’s dangling ball bag, and with a audible yet sickening—

CRUNCH

Ty’s eyes go crossed as he doubles over in pain, groaning at the unexpected infringement on his own anatomy. A collective—

“Ooooooh!”

Echoed through the crowd, as the guys covered their balls in sympathy for the giant man, and the girls feeling sympathetic for him because he just wanted to break the fight up. Garret runs through the crowd to see Ty cradling his large bare balls, rolling on the floor groaning loud, Garret tries to run over to Ty but is held back by a random party goer saying—

“Be careful there man! You don’t want your nads to be busted like this guy over here.” The party goer dressed as a devil says in a sympathetic voice.

The fight carries on as Kat and Jess continue throwing slaps, punches, kicks, and more trying to be victorious. Ty gets back up slowly as his balls are aching incredibly bad, he stumbles over again to the girls fighting and goes behind Jess to grab her so they could go home. But that was Ty’s biggest mistake, as he grabs Jess by the shoulder her leg swings in front trying to hit Kat, but then she swings it back at a blinding speed, striking Ty’s big nuts from behind, with a loud—

WHOOSH CRUNCH

Ty’s testicles compress against Jess’ big chunky heels. The men in the crowd let out another collective—

“OOOOOH~ RIGHT IN THE NUTS…AGAIN!!”

Garret sees this and winces in pain as Ty slowly slides off of Jess’s heel falling down cupping his ballbag, eyes crossed, and mouth forming an “O” shape.

The cops show up after 20 seconds of Ty’s second assault, seemingly from a noise complaint and forces everyone at the party to go home or they’d get arrested. One female cop walks over to Ty who’s still writhing on the floor in ball pain, she peeks over and sees that Ty isn’t wearing any underwear but she notices that his fat balls look very swollen, and she can’t help but feel a bit turned on from the sight.

On a warm day early in the summer, Colin was getting ready to head over to a friend's house to go swimming. He had just gotten out of the shower, and he left his towel hanging on the back of the door as he walked around his bedroom looking for the things he needed. He had his sandals, a clean beach towel, a plastic bag to keep his phone dry-- but somehow he couldn't find a swimsuit. He knew he had at least a couple floating around, but he hadn't gone swimming since the previous summer, and a suit would not turn up no matter where he looked. The only thing he could find was the speedo he used to wear for high school swim meets.

As he kept looking without any luck, he became a bit nervous, realizing that he might have no choice but to wear the speedo to Mark's house. 10 or 12 of his friends would be there, a mix of guys and girls, and when he imagined them all reacting to him showing up in the tiny swim briefs, he felt embarrassed. Even so, he was running out of time. He stepped into the speedo and slipped it up over his naked body, just to see. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror. It wasn't quite as bad as he had thought. The pouch of the suit definitely hugged his parts a bit snuggly, but mostly he just looked like a guy on a swim team. And now that he was seeing himself in the mirror, he remembered that most of his friends who would be at Mark's house had been to his swim meets and seen him wear these tiny suits before anyway. When he framed it to himself like that, he felt more confident that it would be fine. He put on some jeans and a t-shirt over the speedo and left for Mark's.

When he arrived he hung out by the pool for a while without getting undressed; he had started to feel nervous again. There were more girls than guys there, which he hadn't expected, and it made him sort of regret not trying harder to find a normal swimsuit. But as he looked around he couldn't help noticing that virtually all the girls were wearing ultra-revealing bikinis, and no one batted an eye; it was just considered normal. Why should he be nervous if none of them were? He knew he had a nice body, and he didn't feel self-conscious about it. So what was the issue?

He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, then slid his jeans down and kicked them off to the side. He had been telling himself no one would even notice him, but instead everyone there started to whoop and whistle at him suggestively.

"Wow, who invited the stripper?" one girl called out.

"Geez Colin, you trying to make all the girls fall in love with you?" his friend Joey said sarcastically.

"I couldn't find my normal swimsuit," Colin said, determined not to become embarrassed. "You guys are all just intimidated because I'm in performance swimwear."

"No, we're intimated by the big dick energy it takes to wear a speedo in mixed company," another girl said, making everyone laugh.

Colin fended off some more playful banter, and soon enough everyone moved on. He figured that was the end of it, and felt relieved. He jumped in the pool and started horsing around with everyone else; now that the part he had been dreading was over, he was relaxed and having a great time with his friends.

He spent a long while in the water, and by the time he was ready to get out and take a break he had all but forgotten about his nerves. He climbed out of the deep end and stood on the side of the pool feeling the warm air on his wet body. Right next to where he had climbed out, Kayla was sitting at the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water and leaning back with her arms behind her, her face and chest pointed up towards the sun. She turned her head as he got out.

"Wow Colin," she said, looking him over appraisingly. "Nice penis!"

He felt a jolt in his chest and looked down. Now that the speedo was wet, it had becoming slightly see-through, and it clung to him even more tightly, revealing a clear outline of what was inside. Colin felt himself blush.

"You might as well be butt-naked," Kayla said, laughing. "I don't think that speedo is doing much to hide your parts."

Colin felt the blush deepen and spread to his neck-- he didn't know what to do; trying to cover himself with his hands seemed futile, and he wasn't sure where his towel was.

"I know guys talk about it shrinking when they've been in the pool," Kayla said, "so tell me, is this your full size, or would there be more to see if I walked in on you in the shower? I'm just curious."

"Um," Colin said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, he's shy," Kayla said with a smile. "That's cute."

Kayla's friend Jenny was sitting a few feet away. "Why does Colin look like he ate a ghost pepper?" she asked.

"He's embarrassed because I can see his penis," Kayla explained.

"Ooooo, I wanna see!" Jenny said, getting up and coming over.

"Uh, no, that's okay," Colin said. He took a step back, unsure how to get out of this situation. With surprising quickness, Kayla swiveled her legs out of the water so that she was crouching in front of him, and then darted her hand out and grabbed onto Colin's penis through the fabric of his speedo.

Colin jumped back in shock, but her grip was strong. "Hey, let go!" he said. He tried to move away from her, but she moved with him, her fingers latched firmly onto his dick. "Kayla, what the hell!" he said. "Let go!"

"Nuh uh," Kayla said, giggling. "Not if you're gonna try to get away."

He struggled with her for a while, and eventually he was able to pry her hand away, but she kept trying to grab at his crotch, giggling the whole time, so he held onto her wrists to stop her. By now they had attracted the attention of everyone there, and their friends cheered and called out encouragement for one or the other of them as they watched the struggle.

"Come on, stop," Colin said, a little surprised at how strong she was.

"You got this Colin!" Joey called out. "She's got nothing on you!"

"Show him who's boss, Kayla!" a girl named Amber cheered.

They continued to struggle as their friends watched. Colin was pretty sure she wasn't strong enough to ever break out of his hold, but he didn't know how to get her to stop trying, and he didn't want her to grab his dick again if he let go, especially now with everyone watching.

Kayla's best friend Ryder was sunbathing in a pool chair on the other side of the patio, sipping a drink and lazily watching from across the water as the two of them scuffled. "Kayla, oh my God," she called out after a while, sounding almost bored. "Just kick him in the balls."

Some of the girls who were watching snickered, and Kayla, whose eyes had been glued to Colin's crotch as she tried to grab him, quickly looked up, locking eyes with him and smirking.

Colin felt a new wave of anxiety course through his nervous system. "Hey, no, don't do that," he said. But Kayla was already giggling harder, bringing her foot up between his legs in repeated feints, causing him to jut his hips back urgently each time, which only made it harder to keep her hands and their grabby fingers under control. "I mean it, Kayla. Don't," Colin said, trying to sound stern. But as she continued to fake kicks towards his crotch, her and the other girls watching only found his reactions more and more amusing.

"Kayla, I'm serious," Colin said. "You don't understand how much that hurts."

He had only been kicked there once before, but it was one of the worst memories of his life. It had been in high school gym class, during a soccer game out on the muddy, neglected field that the actual sports teams never used. He was playing defense, hanging back towards the goal, watching to see how the play downfield was developing, when a girl in his class named Jasmine-- entirely unprompted and unprovoked-- had walked up behind him and absolutely punted her foot into his crotch from behind.

Colin gasped and immediately folded at the waist as if a support beam in his body had collapsed, and then soon after crumpled to the ground, doubled over, his face pressed into the mud and one hand clutching desperately between his legs. He had no idea anything could feel so awful. He tried to cry out but his vocal chords wouldn't work; his mouth hung open in silent agony, emitting only a high-pitched groaning sound.

The gym teacher, Mrs. Phelps, blew her whistle to stop the game and walked over. A small circle of other students, mostly girls, had gathered around Colin's folded-up body, watching his reaction with curiosity. Mrs. Phelps got to them a moment later and looked at Colin on the ground.

"What'd he, take one to the plums?" she asked. A couple of the girls who were standing there nodded. They all seemed unsure what to do, and so they just looked down at Colin, whose whole body was trembling with agony. Mrs. Phelps didn't bother asking how it had happened; when confronted later that day, Jasmine would say that she had been trying to kick the soccer ball and just kicked Colin by accident, but that was a stupidly transparent lie-- the ball had been at least a hundred feet down the field at the time, and anyone who had been watching her could have seen that she obviously kicked him entirely on purpose. Even so, her excuse seemed good enough, because she never got in trouble.

(It was a few weeks later, after the event had blown over in everyone else's mind, that Colin worked up the courage to approach her in the hall himself and try to get an answer; he just couldn't accept that something so devastating could have happened to him for no reason. But when he asked her why she had done it, she shrugged. "I just though it would be funny," she said blankly. And when he said he thought she should apologize, she shrugged again and said "I don't have to apologize.")

Mrs. Phelps stood around awkwardly with the other students for a couple minutes and then cleared her throat. "All right Colin, why don't you get back up and we can get back to the game," she said.

It seemed to Colin like he was hearing her through a tunnel, his brain was so consumed with registering the unbearable ache radiating from his lower half. "I can't get up," he barely managed to choke out in a soft, hoarse whisper.

Mrs. Phelps sighed impatiently. "Look, okay, so you took a foot to the bean bag," she said; her description made some of the girls standing around giggle softly. "These things happen. There's no need to be dramatic about it." Colin just groaned.

"All right look, we're getting up, okay?" Mrs. Phelps said, hooking her arms underneath Colin's armpits and hoisting him up. His body was like dead weight. As soon as she let go he collapsed again. Mrs. Phelps rolled her eyes and hoisted him again, but this time she dragged him over to the sideline so that the other kids could resume the game.

Colin spent the entire rest of the period recovering enough to just barely be able to stand up on his own and walk in to the locker room. As he became able to think more clearly, he was confused about why it seemed like no one had said anything to Jasmine. Though he was reluctant to do so, he stopped by Mrs. Phelps office on the way to his next class. It seemed like it would be an incredibly awkward conversation, but in the moment he was motivated by the memory of what that kick had felt like.

"Um, sorry, Mrs. Phelps?" he said as he knocked on her door. She was playing solitaire on her computer.

"Yeah Colin?" she said, only half paying attention.

"Yeah, hi, I guess I was just wondering, you know, if there is going to be some kind of response to what Jasmine did."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Phelps asked. She seemed to have already forgotten what happened.

"Well because, you know," Colin said; he could feel the conversation becoming more and more awkward. "Because she kicked me, I mean, you know..."

Mrs. Phelps turned to look at him. "Oh, you mean because she kicked you in the bean bag?"

Colin's face felt hot. "Uh, yeah," he said.

Mrs. Phelps shrugged. "I mean, that's what it's there for, isn't it?"

Colin felt like he was in a dream. "What?" he said.

"I'm teasing. A little joke." She gave a perfunctory smile. "But seriously, these things happen. When you've been teaching high school gym as long as I have, you've seen it all. Take it from me: if you're a boy, and you absolutely do not want to ever take a foot to the knackers, then you shouldn't be in gym class, especially not with girls. It's just one of those things; it's really not such a big deal."

"But--" Colin stammered.

"Just try to be more careful, okay?" Mrs. Phelps said as she turned back to her game of solitaire.

Though he only thought of it from time to time, this memory still tormented Colin. And now, as he danced out of the way of Kayla's feigned kicks between his legs-- to the accompaniment of her laughter and the laughter of the other girls watching-- it weighed heavily on his mind. Not only because of how devastating getting kicked there had been (although that component certainly struck terror into his heart), but also because of how humiliating the entire episode had been, and how much worse it would be to endure that humiliation in this context, in front of all his friends.

"Kayla, I'm not kidding," Colin said as he held her wrists and struggled with her. "Don't kick me there. Please." His voice sounded desperate even to his own ears. He felt pretty sure that she wouldn't actually do it for real, but he was already incredibly embarrassed by the way she was toying with him.

Kayla continued to fake kicks up towards his crotch, causing him to leap out of the way in desperation, while simultaneously trying to break free from his hold on her wrists, so that she could grab at his private parts again. It was exhausting for him to keep playing defense on two fronts. But after a little while, Kayla's face suddenly changed. She glanced over his shoulder with a concerned expression.

"What is that?" she said, looking off behind Colin. She had stopped struggling with him and was standing still, looking confused.

Colin turned his head to look behind him, standing up straight and relaxing his arms. Kayla quickly took hold of his wrists, then brought her leg back and, with a big smile on her face, rocketed her foot forward and up, landing a hard kick directly into the pouch of Colin's speedo. She had been standing the exact right distance from him; her leg extended so naturally to the perfect spot between his legs, enabling an ideal follow-through so that she was able to put an extra good oomph behind the kick, and there was something very satisfying about the way she connected with the thin, wet fabric of his speedo, and feeling how solidly her foot struck its contents.

"OoOOOooooooo," Colin shrieked, immediately collapsing at Kayla's feet. "Ooohhhhhhhh, no no no no no." His voice was small and weak. It felt every bit as awful as he remembered. It seemed like his whole nervous system had become devoted to registering pain; his entire body had become a conduit whose only purpose was to send signals of pure agony from his testicles directly to his brain.

"Ooouuuuugghhhh,' he moaned, his voice modulating in strange and funny-sounding ways. All his friends were reacting to the kick-- cheering for Kayla, whistling in sympathy, laughing at Colin.

"Woooooow, Colin got kicked in the balls!" one girl cried excitedly.

"Ohhh yeah, he got kicked in a whole bunch of nerve endings all at once," Jenny said, nodding her head like it all made perfect sense.

Colin was trembling and groaning on the ground, his body crumpled in on itself. "Ughhhhh," he choked out miserably. "Please, no. Ohhhh, no, please."

"Well she already kicked you," Amber said, laughing. "She can't take it back. There's no sense begging for mercy now."

Kayla squatted down so she could look into Colin's face. "Oops, sorry Colin-- did I do that?" she said, grinning at him. She tousled his hair with her fingers, his face buried in the ground. "Poor Colin; do your nuts hurt?" He groaned in response. "What's that? They do? Oh right, that's why I did it!" Kayla laughed at her own joke, and some of the other girls laughed too.

Colin lay on the ground in misery for a long time, but after a while everyone else lost interest and went back to what they were doing. At some point Colin worked up enough strength to half-walk-half-crawl over to a corner on the far side of the yard that was mostly obscured from the pool area, so that he could continue recovering without everyone looking at him. He felt frustrated and humiliated by what had happened. He tried to make it very clear to Kayla that it wasn't funny to kick a guy there, but she had ignored him and done it anyway, and then she and everyone else had laughed about it.

After a little while Mark came over to check on Colin. "Hey man, how are your nads?" he asked.

Colin shrugged. "All right. Feel mostly better by now."

"Good," Mark said. He looked back over towards the pool. "That was kind of fucked up by Kayla, yeah?"

"Yeah," Colin said.

"Honestly man, you should get her back," Mark said. "An eye for an eye.'

"What do you mean," Colin asked. "How could I do that?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know, I'm sure there's something." He stood thinking for a moment. "You could give her the ol' titty twister."

Colin frowned. "I don't think getting your nipple twisted hurts anywhere near as much as getting kicked in the ballsack."

"Yeah, true, but still, it's something," Mark said. "I'm just saying, she started it, you know?"

"I guess so," Colin said.

It wasn't really in Colin's nature, but Mark had made him think maybe it was a good idea. He stayed over in the corner of the yard for a little longer, until he felt fully recovered from Kayla's kick, and then he got up and walked back over to the pool. He saw Kayla lying back on a reclining chair, talking to a couple other girls, clearly enjoying herself.

As he came over, Kayla looked up at him and smiled. "Hey baby boy," she said. "How's it hanging?"

He looked down at her lying on the chair. Her bikini only covered the bare minimum, and seeing her lying on her back, nearly naked, it was hard not to start having sexual thoughts. Her bikini top didn't even quite cover the entirery of her breasts, and Colin could just make out her nipples poking slightly at the fabric, which seemed as thin and insubstantial as that of his speedo. In one impulsive moment he decided to just do it.

"Titty twister!" he called out, hoping his voice sounded playful and good-natured. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples through the bikini. Kayla gasped, and her expression quickly changed to shock. After a brief moment of paralysis, she slapped Colin's wrist, and he immediately let go. The whole thing had only lasted a few seconds.

Kayla glared up at Colin. She looked legitimately mad. He didn't know what he was expecting, but somehow he wasn't prepared for this. A few long seconds passed with her staring daggers at him, and he became more and more uncomfortable.

Then, with no warning, she darted her hand out and grabbed his balls through the speedo. She immediately started squeezing.

"OOOOOOoooooo," Colin yelped. "No, stop!"

"Teste twister!" she said sardonically, mocking the tone of voice Colin had used. Colin tried to back away, but her grip on his nads was much too strong. She easily pulled him back towards her, then started squeezing harder and twisting his scrotum.

"Kayla, please, stop," Colin cried. "You're squeezing too hard."

By now they had drawn the attention of all their other friends, but no one was quite sure what was happening, and they mostly looked on confused.

"Kayla, please, I'm sorry," Colin said desperately. "Please, please stop."

Instead, Kayla shifted her grasp and grabbed him with her other hand as well. She quickly felt around through the speedo until she got a grip on each of Colin's balls between the thumb and forefinger of either hand. She pinched both his testicles hard, her face scrunched up in anger.

"EEEEeeeeeeeee," Colin shrieked. The pain was even worse then when she had been squeezing him with one hand; with the grip she had now, the full force of her fingers was concentrated directly into his ultra-sensitive babymakers.

"Nnnoooeeeeeeaauuughh," Colin whined, failing to form words. Kayla let go of him with one hand and picked something up off the ground. With the hand still latched onto the pouch of his speedo, she gripped her fingers around the base of his scrotum and squeezed, so that his testicles bulged out, straining the confines of his ballsack. It would have been a much easier maneuver if she'd had her hands on his bare balls, but she was gripping with so much force that the speedo hardly got in her way.

In her other hand she had picked up a sandal, and she slapped the bottom of it against Colin's confined balls.

"Eeeeeeee!" he cried, his voice unstable and high-pitched. She adjusted her grip on Colin so that his balls were angled up more, and then continued slapping his sack with the sandal, aiming for the flat bottom part of his testicles, which she had read once was the most vulnerable part, with the highest concentration of ultra-sensitive nerve endings.

"Eee! Eee! Eee! Agh! Ahh!" Colin cried with each slap of the sandal. It was clear that she wasn't being playful; she was truly mad. She was slapping hard, and since his balls were pressed out at the end of his scrotum, with nowhere to go and nothing else to absorb even a fraction of the impact, each strike was stunningly painful. Kayla slapped his balls several more times and then threw the sandal to the ground, storming off in anger. Ryder and Amber gave each other a look and then went after her.

Colin gingerly sat down on the lounge chair and then curled up in the fetal position. The pain in his nads was white-hot; he desperately needed to stay curled up for a while until the pain went away. Everyone else there seemed confused by what had just happened, but they largely shook it off and went back to whatever they were doing.

Colin lay by himself on the chair, not even bothering to try to slink off into a corner where no one would see him this time. Everyone left him alone, and eventually, after a long time, the pain wore off and he got up. Though he was completely humiliated, he tried his best to shake it off and get back to having a normal time with his friends. He was sort of succeeding-- he even got back in the pool for a while. But when he got out and was standing on the patio, drying himself with a towel, Kayla reemerged with Ryder and Amber. They had been gone for a while, Colin had no idea where, and now they were walking straight towards him, and they all looked angry.

"Colin, what the fuck?" Ryder asked as they stood in front of him. All three of them were glaring at him with their arms crossed in front of their chests.

"What?" he asked.

"What you did was not okay," Ryder said.

Colin was almost at a lost for words. "But--" he started.

"A girl's breasts are private," Amber said. "You can't just go around grabbing them whenever you feel like it. That is literally disgusting behavior."

Colin was intimated by how angry they were. "Well what about when she grabbed my dick? Or right after that when she kicked me in the balls? What about that behavior?"

"That's completely different!" Ryder said. "That was funny. Kayla was just goofing around. What you did completely crossed the line."

"Okay, well what about when she pinched my testicles and then swatted them ten times with a shoe? Wouldn't you say that makes things even?"

"As if," Amber said. "Kayla was just acting in self-defense; that doesn't make things right."

He felt like he was in the twilight zone. Kayla hadn't spoken this whole time, she was only shooting daggers at him. "Okay, I'm sorry," he said, mostly because he didn't know what else to say.

"Sorry's not good enough," Ryder said.

"Okay, well then what do you want from me?" he asked.

"You're going to get a punishment," Amber said.

"A punishment?" Colin asked. "What am I, six years old?"

"Yes, exactly. You're going to get punished just like a little boy would get punished, since that's how you've behaved."

Colin shook his head indignantly. "Look, girls, I don't think you're being reasonable about how much--"

In the middle of his sentence Ryder reached out and gave a firm tap to the pouch in his speedo.

"Ooo!" he cried out in surprise as he instinctively bent over at the waist. The girls moved quickly; Ryder pushed him further down, grabbing his hands and holding them against the chair, and Amber wrapped her arms around his torso so that he couldn't move; he was trapped with his head pressed against the seat of the chair and his ass up in the air. He tried to escape, but with two of them holding him, and the awkward angle they were forcing his body into, he was completely immobilized.

"Hey everyone!" Ryder called out. "Colin's gonna get a spanking, just like a little boy!" "

"Wait, no," Colin said. He started to panic a little, and being held down and unable to move was seeming like more of an issue. He never would have admitted this to anyone in a thousand years, but he sort of had a kink for being spanked, and he was terrified of how humiliating it would be for this to play out in front of all his friends. In his fantasies, the idea of Kayla in a bikini laying him over her lap and making his butt red would probably turn him on like crazy; but this is not how he wanted it to happen in real life.

Even so, there was nothing he could do about it. Kayla came up behind him and started spanking his butt hard, the thin damp bathing suit creating a cartoonishly loud slapping sound with each hit. He could tell that everyone was watching; some people were cheering Kayla on or making suggestive comments.

"Oh my God, yes girl, put him in his place." He could hear Jenny standing right next to Kayla; she must have come over to watch. The slaps kept coming, and Colin felt an unbearable cocktail of emotions: at least one part aroused, but at the same time terrified, humiliated, vulnerable. Feeling Amber's nearly-naked body pressing into him as she held his torso so that he couldn't get away only heightened all the emotions. He could feel tears in his eyes but he was determined to not cry audibly.

It went on for what felt like forever, and Colin was sure he had reached the lowest point he could imagine. Eventually there was a pause, but by then he figured that his butt was already totally red. He heard Jenny whispering something to Kayla behind him, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Then he heard Kayla giggle. "Wow, yes, definitely," she said.

Even though he couldn't see them, he could sense that Kayla was bringing her hand back to resume the spanking. He sighed, resigned to his fate, and braced himself for more stinging slaps on the butt. But this time as Kayla's hand whisked through the air it landed lower down and gave him a hard slap on the balls.

"Ooooo!" he cried in dismay. It had caught him completely by surprise. His whole body bucked, but Ryder and Amber kept him firmly in place. Kayla brought her hand back and delivered another hard spank to his nads. "Ooooooooo," he cried out. It hurt like crazy. Regardless of his personal feelings about getting spanked, he couldn't imagine any guy could possibly have a kink for this.

Kayla's hand rushed up between his legs and slapped his genitals again. "Ahh!" he yelped. He had the desperate urge to curl up in a ball and protect his private parts, but it was impossible with the way he was being pinned in place. He got another slap to the sack, and another.

Two other girls were watching apathetically from across the patio. "Oh my god," one said. "Is she spanking his boy parts?"

"Seems like it," her friend said, as Colin yelped and shrieked with each hit. "Those are definitely the sounds boys make when you hit their testicles."

From Kayla and Jenny's perspective, it made a lot of sense. You have a guy helpless and immobilized in front of you, forced into the most ridiculous posture with his butt thrust up into the air; and as you're going about spanking his tight little butt, you can't help noticing that just below where you're aiming, staring you right in the face really, is a conspicuous and quite full-looking speedo pouch, and it's well known that the pouch is outrageously sensitive, such that even giving it a light little tap could cause a guy to wince and bend over. And so it's very reasonable to ask: if the idea is to punish him, wouldn't it make sense to spank the pouch, instead of his butt? (This is, more or less, what Jenny had whispered to Kayla).

Kayla's hand kept coming, causing Colin awful pain each time it landed. At some point she switched from an open palm, and drove her closed fist directly into his vulnerable balls.

"Oooooooooo," Colin groaned, as the fist landed with a deeper and more awful impact than the slaps had. Kayla's fist smashed into his balls again, and again. "Fuuuuuck," he choked out.

"Having fun Colin?" Ryder said. "I hope it hurts."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that," Amber said, laughing. Kayla kept punching his ballsack. He couldn't believe how long it had gone on for, and he couldn't believe how much each new strike continued to hurt.

Eventually she paused, after what seemed like an impossibly long time. Colin figured it was over, and felt relieved. But Ryder and Amber still weren't letting go of him. He was almost too dazed to care, he was just so glad to not be getting his nads spanked anymore.

Kayla and Jenny were whispering again behind him, but he hardly even registered it. Kayla nodded and took a step back. Even after all that catharsis, she still looked mad, like she had a score to settle. Colin couldn't see her, and was too focused on how good it felt not having his scrotum struck to think much about what she was doing. Kayla took her time, staring at Colin's backside and becoming even more mad, and then she delivered a good hard snap kick right to the testicles.

"Oooooouuughhhhhhh," Colin yelled, once again caught by surprise, which always made the effect much much worse. His whole body convulsed so hard that Ryder and Amber let him go, and he collapsed onto the chair, vibrating with agony. "Uuuughhhhhhhhh," he moaned miserably. Whether she meant to or not, Kayla's foot had caught mostly the bottoms and backs of his testes, that outrageously sensitive spot where even light flicks were devastating. He was beyond caring about anything; he only wanted to stop getting hit in the balls.

Ryder leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I hope you enjoyed your punishment," she said. "Maybe we're even now."

"Okay, Ryder, let him be," Kayla said; she was smiling again, and she came over and patted Colin on the head. "I think we've given him plenty to think about."

"But what if he tries to get us back?" Amber asked, though it was obvious from her tone that she wasn't serious. "Think fast! Sack tap!" She flung the back of her hand into Ryder's crotch, quite hard. Ryder gasped softly in surprise but then laughed.

"You bitch!" she said. "Don't you realize how much that hurts?" The way she said it made it clear that she was mocking Colin. "I'll get you back-- sack tap!" She slapped the thin fabric of Amber's bikini bottom with an open palm.

"Ooooh!" Amber cried, making a big theatrical show of holding her crotch with her legs quivering, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Ryder how could you! You hit my testicles! How could you be so mean!" The other girls were laughing at her performance. Amber turned to Kayla, who got the hint.

"Please," Kayla said, clasping her hands in front of her and opening her eyes wide. "Please don't kick me in the ballsack. That would be so unbearable, I don't know how I could ever handle something that hurt so much."

"Too bad!" Amber yelled, and thrust her foot into Kayla's smooth crotch.

"Oh! Oh no! What have you done!" Kayla cried, holding her crotch with both hands and running in place; her performance was not as convincing as Ryder or Amber's. "Amber! Why did you have to do that! Why did-- oh wait," she said, suddenly dropping her hands and standing normally. "That didn't hurt at all."

"Oh yeah, that's right, it didn't hurt me either," Ryder said, slapping her own crotch for emphasis.

"Huh, I guess that means we don't have to worry about Colin getting us back," Amber said. "What a relief! If we had ballsacks that he could aim for we'd have to be on high alert the whole rest of the day."

Colin watched their shtick miserably, lifting his head with effort from the fetal position to see them mock him.

Amber smiled at him and faked a punch at his balls from behind. Colin gasped loudly and flung himself away from her. The girls burst into laughter at his reaction.

Amber patted him on the butt. "Well Colin," she said, "maybe you're the one who should be on high alert all day."

Summary: Ryan is ghosting Alana, so she finds a new victim.

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Alana was lying naked on her bed, eyes closed and replaying Ryan’s suffering over and over in her head. It had been two weeks since her “date” with him at the library, but the events of that night had continued to get her off on a daily basis. Tonight was no different. She began playing with her breasts and nipples, stroking and gently squeezing them before reaching for her vibrator and pleasuring her clit. The sounds of Ryan’s torture were seared into her memory. She replayed every single detail she had heard: the supple flesh-on-flesh sound of the librarian’s bare fist smacking his naked sack, the way his voice cracked when he screamed, the sound of his arms and legs thrashing helplessly against the hard table.

Two hours and multiple orgasms later, she opened her eyes and frowned. These mental replays of Ryan’s agony were enjoyable, but it wasn’t enough. Her lust for male suffering was insatiable, and she wanted more. Ryan hadn’t replied to any of her texts since that night, which was disappointing but not surprising. She would have to find another way to quench her thirst, for now.

Her light bulb moment came a few days later when she was deciding what the final assignment of the semester would be for her undergrad psychology students, who were a mix of young men and women ranging from 18 to 22. She sent out an email to her students, telling them to be on time tomorrow and to look forward to the final assignment.

The next day she walked into a lecture room full of curious young men and women. She was wearing a low-cut silky yellow blouse, tight black pants, and sleek black heels that showed off her stunning figure and gorgeous feet and caught the attention of many of the male students. She walked to the front of the room and spoke.

“Your final assignment is simple. Write a paper that explores the fundamental difference between women and men.” The students looked at each other, confused.

“Let me explain. Raj, please come up to the front.” Raj, a 19-year-old Economics major and member of the university’s tennis team, walked up. Alana admired his tall, lean build, chiseled features, large brown eyes, and jet black hair. He wore a gray V-neck T-shirt and well-fitted khakis which showed off his toned chest, arms, legs, and ass.

“We all agree that Raj is a man, correct? That is, an adult human male?” The students nodded. Raj heard several ego-boosting comments from his peers, praising his good looks and undeniable masculinity. He smirked and flexed his biceps for the crowd.

“And because he’s a man, it means I can do this.” Alana turned to Raj and without warning, slammed her knee hard into his groin. “Guhhh!” He yelped like a wounded animal and sank to the floor, bent over and clutching his balls. Alana looked down at him with a devilish look in her eyes.

“Nnnnhhhhh,” groaned Raj, struggling to process what had just happened. The other students’ jaws dropped, and a few of the female students couldn’t help but start giggling.

“You see, ladies and gentlemen. This is the fundamental difference. Men have balls, women don’t. What makes men so strong and virile also makes them uniquely weak and vulnerable. Raj, please stand up again. And put your hands behind your head.” He didn’t move.

“If you don’t obey I’ll have to fail you and put you on academic probation, and you can say goodbye to getting into Harvard Business School.” Unable to think much because of the pain his balls were in, he simply gave into Alana’s demands and stood up again. As soon as he did, Alana grabbed a thick textbook off her desk and immediately swung it into his balls.

“NNNNAAAAAHHH!!!” he screamed, and crumpled to the floor again. The pain was unbearable, and he had never felt so degraded in his life. Alana relished his agony and let out a soft, womanly moan.

“Again,” Alana commanded. He stood up again with shaky legs. His muscles were trembling and he was grimacing. To his surprise, his cock started getting hard. It didn’t make sense to him. Why was he getting hard from having his most precious assets be so badly mistreated by a woman he thought he could trust? Alana smiled gleefully and swung the book into his nuts again. The other students simply watched in awe, as Raj was forced to stand up again and again and take violent blows to his testicles while Alana became intoxicated with power and pleasure.

By this time, the other students had become aroused at the scene. Every seat was now occupied by a horny young man or woman furiously masturbating, moaning along with Alana as Raj’s testicles were being pummeled into oblivion.

Alana continued her blows without mercy, switching from kicks to knees to random objects as she saw fit. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Raj was too overwhelmed to scream. He simply writhed on the ground, as the excruciating pain gripped his entire being. But his cock remained hard, and Alana couldn’t resist any longer. She pried Raj’s hands away from his crotch and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his knees. There was a 7-inch tent in his red boxer briefs, and she yanked those down, exposing his thick, brown, uncut cock which was throbbing and wet with pre-cum. Alana pulled down his foreskin all the way and exposed his large, sensitive glans. She began rubbing it vigorously with one hand, while squeezing his balls with the other. Raj groaned loudly and could only speak in “nnnnnn”s and “aaaahhh”s as the stimulation seemed to short-circuit his brain.

Alana didn’t want Raj to cum, so she stopped playing his cock and stood up. She immediately began kicking his hard cock with the pointy tip of her shoe, and he started screaming again. This pain was much different than the ball torture – it was sharper, more focused, more immediate, but equally agonizing. He felt as if stakes were being driven through his dick and was afraid that it would never work again. He was living every man’s worst nightmare. Alana, on the other hand, was having the time of her life, laughing at the way his dick bounced back and forth with each kick, like some kind of toy. Her pussy was as wet and hot as that night at the library with Ryan, where she eavesdropped on his brutal torture session and listened as his balls were being beaten within an inch of their lives.

Raj’s cock was now starting to turn reddish and discolored. Alana loved this and hoped that it would make jerking off very painful for him for the next several days. After what felt like an eternity, Alana finally stopped kicking him, as class was about to end. She asked the other students to clean up the messes – the cum and the pussy juices they had leaked all over the desks, chairs, and floor. She then turned toward Raj, who had gotten back on his feet, shaking and traumatized, with his damaged penis still fully erect.

“You were an excellent volunteer today, Raj. Keep up the good work and you’ll pass the class just fine,” she said to him in a teasing voice. His dick twitched despite the pain it was in, as though betraying him. His face turned red, and he quickly hobbled out of the room, clothes and hair still messy from the ordeal, hands caressing his damaged manhood. Alana watched him from behind. She loved how she reduced this tall, hunky athlete to a pathetic, squirming mess just with a few hits to his eggs. That’s what he deserves for having such a big target between his legs, she said to herself. If nature didn’t want men to be humbled so easily, then why did it design them this way?”

Alana addressed the rest of the class. “You have six weeks to turn in your assignments. I’m expecting a thorough paper on the concept that Raj just happily demonstrated: the exploitation of a man’s testicles. To ensure everyone’s success, male students are required to make their balls available to any classmate who wishes to use them for their research. But try to avoid permanent physical damage – we want enough balls to go around for everyone. See you next class.” The students trickled out of the room, still drunk with arousal.

Alana quickly made her way to the nearest ladies’ room, panties soaking wet, and locked herself in a stall and began pleasuring herself. Her lust for male suffering had now claimed another victim, and she hoped that her lecture today would encourage the young women in her class to follow suit, going around hurting men’s balls whenever they felt like it, just like she did.

After her solo session in the ladies’ room, she leisurely made her way back to her place. She sat down and opened her laptop to catch up on emails. At the top of her inbox were several new messages, all received within the last half hour. She opened them, smiling out of pleasant surprise, and read them with lust, biting her lip and rubbing her clit to the words. Each of the emails was from a male student who had attended today’s class, including Raj. They had all written to her asking for her next available office hours and begging for extra assignments.

Contains: >!ghost, blood, rupture, castration, feet, orgasm denial, stabbing, busting with objects, accidental!<

All characters aged 18+

On a dark and windy Halloween night in the town of Creeper Falls…

“I don't know if this is such a good idea,” Maurice said.

“It’s just an urban myth, you baby. Plus, it’s Halloween! We gotta do something spooky, right? I thought you were brave, your balls are certainly big enough. Unless you want to sit and watch Katie and Will have very disappointing sex, summoning Nutty Mary with me is your only option for entertainment tonight,” Lynne replied. A loud moan came from the living room.

“Uh…”

“Look, she probably never existed anyway. The story about her ghost appearing on campus and destroying the balls of all the guys she can find is obviously made up. And hey,” she said and took Maurice's big hands and pressed them against her tits, biting her lips. “I'll make it worth your while, big boy.”

He could have some honey at the frat party drooling on his dick right now if Will hadn’t dragged him here.

Then he looked Lynne up and down. She was a hot piece of ass, he had to admit. Her style was very different to the baddies he usually got down and dirty with, her clothes were all black with spikes and lace. She looked like the love child of Wednesday Addams and a depressed cactus. But those big, pale boobs peeking out of her cleavage told him he’d enjoy her more than some blond bimbo like Katie. “Okay then.”

“That's the stuff. Okay, get those fat nuts out.”

Maurice hesitated before pulling down his shorts. Maybe it was the alcohol that made him go along with this stupid shit, he thought.

Lynne purred in appreciation. “Mhm, you've got a lot to work with down there, don't you? Alright, hold that big dick out of the way.”

He was down to try new things but with the story this girl had told, Maurice wasn't so sure he appreciated her interest in his balls.

But Lynne’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning. He thought. It was hard to tell in the dark kitchen, with just a single candle providing any light. She roughly grabbed his sack, making him flinch.

“Aww, what's the matter, are they scared? Come on balls, I need you hanging loose and low. Mary likes them to hang so she can really grab them.”

“It's a bit cold in here,” Maurice said.

“No it isn't. Your balls are just scared because the story says Mary cut off her boyfriend’s nuts and stuffed them up her coochie in her version of going ‘balls deep’. Come on, stop hiding.” Grabbing the top of his nutsack, she slapped his balls onto the kitchen counter a few times, making him wince and gasp each time.

To Lynne’s credit, it worked. Though slightly red, his balls now hung loose thanks to her loving smacks.

“Alright, I'll put them in now…”

Something cold touched his balls and Maurice shivered. “What even are you putting them into? It’s too big for a regular glass. Can't we turn on the lights?”

“No, we do it in the dark, the way it's supposed to. Surely the captain of the basketball team isn’t scared of presenting his balls to a girl he can’t see? Stop complaining and after that, you can fuck my brains out.”

Maurice mimed zipping up his mouth and throwing away the key.

Of course, staying quiet wasn't so easy when he could feel Lynne's hands pressing and jabbing into his balls, working them into some kind of container. Multiple times, he grunted when he felt her long nails stab into his nuts. At least he’d get to return the favor when he was balls deep in her cunt.

“Okay, I think they're in. This would’ve been easier if I oiled those big balls up first. Anyway, ready?”

“Sure… how does this go again?”

“I'll start, you just need to say her name three times when I’m done.” He nodded. “Here goes…”

Lynne cleared her throat.

“Oh scornful maiden hurt by a tryst,
we ask you now to walk in our midst.
Decree this night if cock should be sucked
or rather these testicles beaten and plucked.
Pop the balls, crack the nuts,
stomp them both until they're mush.
Should he be priest, or even a pimp,
his balls will bruise, his dick turn limp.”

He stared at her dark shape in horror. “You can't be fucking serious.”

“Do it! I don't know about Nutty Mary but I'm definitely not sucking any dicks if you wimp out here.”

“Fine,” Maurice said. Crazy bitch.

“Nutty Mary.”

Whatever this girl's hangup was with this castrating ghost, he could forget about all that when he busted a fat nut inside her. After all, this was just some crazy dare, right? She just wanted to scare him a little. Yeah.

“Nutty Mary.”

He could sense Lynne lean forward in anticipation. This was just a dare, right? She wasn't… into this, yeah? Surely not. What would she get out of… doing that to him? Nothing, that's what. And yet, it felt like the room got colder. There was a pressure in the air, a hum like static. His tongue was numb in his mouth.

“This is so dumb…”

“Say it!”

“Fuck, I guess…” Maurice swallowed the lump in his throat, sweat trickling down his temple. Lynne’s fingers pressed against his balls like she wanted to skewer them. “Nu-nutty…”

Lynne's eyes shined with a freakish intensity in the dark.

“Mary.”

WHIRRR

“LORD FUCKIN JESUS FUCK!”

The container his balls were stuffed into vibrated violently, cold air rushing past his vulnerable sack.

Maurice tried to jump back, but his balls were stuck, sending him falling to the ground. His nuts stretched painfully. With a sucking noise, they popped free from their prison, flopping onto the kitchen tiles.

With a loud crash, something hit his balls hard. The pain made him cry out and cradle his balls.

“AH FUCK, MY BALLS! MY NUTS! FUCKING HELL IT HURTS!”

Screaming laughter drowns out his cries. Lynne turns on the lights, holding her stomach as she laughs at his misfortune.

“Hahaha, that scream, that was too funny! You shrieked like a girl! ‘Oooh my balls, my stupid balls!’,” Lynne yelled in a falsetto voice. “Boys are so pathetic, that's hilarious!”

Grunting in pain as the agony travels from his balls up into his stomach, Maurice barely manages to open one eye. Next to his smarting nuts lies the detached glass jar that had just racked him. Inside, sharp blades glint in the fluorescent light of Katie's kitchen. Sharp blades that had just been spinning, trying to destroy anything put into the jar. Things like his balls.

“You stuffed my nuts into a blender?!” His voice was several notes higher than usual.

“Nothing like a plum smoothie to start the night, right? Hahaha!”

“Why would you do that? Why would you turn it on?! You could’ve hurt me!”

One arm pressed against her side, a pained smirk on her face from heavy laughter, she asked, “but I didn't, did I? You still got your nuts, unless the blender falling on ‘em did them in.” She shrugged, a haughty smirk on her face. “Guess those stupid things hurt too much to fuck me now, huh? Too bad but what can you do. If you need me, I'll be upstairs in Katie's bedroom, taking her toys for a spin. Maybe you can tag in for her dildo if you happen to find where you dropped your nuts.”

Maurice grunted. This bratty bitch had it coming. Let's see who's pathetic when he had her choking on his dick. He tried to push himself up but fell back down when another lance of pain shot through his balls.

He’d do that right after his balls stopped hurting so damn bad.

In the mix of excitement and humiliating pain, neither Maurice nor Lynne noticed that the blender hadn’t been plugged in.

“What was that?” Will asked.

“Nothing, Baby. Sit back down,” Katie said impatiently. She was done waiting. Will was nice and all, but when they got together, he told her he wasn't ready yet, that he wanted to wait. That was over a year ago now. She was tired of ‘Gonzalez’, her trusty bed fellow. Katie wanted – needed the real thing now.

With that in mind, she pushed Will back onto the couch and then further until he was lying down. Katie straddled his hips and kissed him. Her tongue made obvious she wouldn't stop at kissing.

“Honeybunch, wait, Maurice and Lynne are-”

“They're heading upstairs, finding their own fun. Come on, why stop here?”

“I don't know if we should-”

“I do. Will please, I'm so ready for you.” It was adorable how shy he was. He had never said it, but it was obvious she was his first. Not that she'd let his weak protests stop her this time. She was getting that dick at all costs, and she would ride him until she’d drained his balls dry.

“They would hear us! A-and I could ruin your costume.”

“They’re not going to hear us over the movie and I don't care, it was like 20 bucks.”

“B-but your underwear! That cost a lot.”

“I would already be soaking through my panties… if I wore any.”

She saw his wide, nervous eyes and knew she had finally won. With a victorious smile, she kissed him again and then slid downward until she hovered over his crotch. She practically ripped his belt away and tore his jeans off of him.

Will shuddered as she grabbed his member through his boxers. For the first time in his life, a girl touched his penis. The feeling was intoxicating. And she was only getting started. Next, Katie slipped his cock and balls through the fly and touched him directly.

Any inhibitions he’d had melted away at Katie's touch. One hand cupped his ballbag while the other gently started rubbing his dick. He moaned and she giggled.

“You haven't seen anything yet,” Katie said and took him into her mouth. She noisily sucked his cock, expertly manipulating his dick with her tongue like a professional whore.

He gasped and was ready to shoot his load, his hips twitching but something Katie did stopped him right at the edge. The overwhelming urge to cum didn't lessen but the building pressure in his balls of his impending orgasm still retreated further and further. Will realized she was pressing two fingers against the root of his dick while lightly squeezing his balls with the other, and that was enough to block him cumming. Smiling, she let him pop out of her mouth.

“Not yet, Mister. You made me wait so long, I'm going to enjoy this.”

Then she noisily swallowed his dick again, expertly sucking him off but always keeping him right on the edge.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl while Katie indulged his cock in every possible pleasure. The droning noise of the slasher movie on TV drowned out his gaps. Will could only stare slack-jawed at the ceiling while his girlfriend blew him.

That was, until he thought he heard the TV say his name.

Alcohol and pleasure made him slowly turn his head. The scene must be much later in the movie. The main girl and her friend stood on a rooftop, looking down at her jock boyfriend.

Kneeling between his legs was a tall, pale woman – the slasher, the supernatural killer of the movie. Her eyes and lips were completely black, and inky water seemed to flow from her mouth but despite that, she was weirdly hot. When she hunted down the characters, everything about her jiggled enticingly. Now that monster was stripping the pants of the main girl’s boyfriend while he had a loopy smile on his face.

The main girl was shouting at him, panicking hard but he didn't hear her. Dramatic music played as something phallic flopped out of the guy's underwear, hitting the slasher woman on the lips. She smiled, showing a row of sharp, crooked teeth.

“Will! That's not me! Will, you gotta snap out of it! She's evil! She wants to castrate you!”

Huh, Will could've sworn the boyfriend’s name was Brad.

A black, oily tongue slipped from the monstrous woman’s mouth and dragged along something looking vaguely like a penis.

Wow, they get away with a lot in movies nowadays.

The music picked up pace, a dissonant beat pumping away. When the slasher’s tongue reached the tip, a particular intense feeling from between his own legs made Will twitch.

“Oh damn, Katie, that feels so good!”

She only hummed around his dick, her pink lips wrapped tight around his cock. She had to be careful not to make her virgin boyfriend cum yet. To give his dick some rest, she let it pop out of her mouth and put her lips lower, sucking on his balls.

“We have to stop her,” the main girl's friend said on the TV. “She grows more powerful with every pair of nuts she pops. If she manages to make an omelet out of Will’s eggs as well…”

“That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” the main character said. “But you’re right. We need to stop her here and now. Before she destroys my boyfriend’s nuts and becomes unstoppable.”

Katie sucked really hard on his nuts now, to the point that it was almost unpleasant.

On the screen, the perspective switched to the slasher. The camera was looking down at her face, a blurry shadow hinting where the guy’s cock would be. Red eyes stared directly at the camera. Other than the implied dick, Will could only see a stretched pink string leading into the slasher girl’s mouth, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel while she was sucking his balls.

She smiled evilly as her dirty hands wrapped around her victim’s thighs. Her red eyes were wide as saucers. The music was almost screeching now.

Mesmerized by the movie, Will dug his hands into Katie’s hair, urging her on. It felt like she was trying to suck his testicles out of his nutsack.

“But we can only save Will if he takes his balls out of the monster’s mouth. Do you hear me, Will? She’s going to bite down any second. She will slip your testicles between her teeth and bite down as hard as she can! She will pop them like grapes! Pull your nuts out of her mouth! Pull out! Pull! Out! SHE’S CASTRATING YOU!”

The main girl screamed the words and Will flinched. Sharp, vicious pain shot through his nuts.

“Ah, fuck, Katie, that hurt!”

For a split second, he thought her eyes were red. But then he blinked, and the baby blue eyes he loved so much frowned at him. She let his balls drop from her mouth, and Will spotted a tiny bit of blood on the corner of her mouth.

“You dumbass!” She gave his nuts a slap that made him fold at the hip, hugging her chest. “You can’t flinch like that when I’m sucking on your dangly bits. What do you think is going to happen, I’ve got my teeth right on your nards.”

“S-sorry, Katie… oooh, it hurts so bad.”

She snorted, watching him hold himself. While she didn’t have to worry about him cumming prematurely, he had really ruined the mood.

“The movie got so loud… and with the girl’s boyfriend also being called Will, that was a bit of a jump scare,” he grunted.

She turned to sit back on the couch and cocked an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? The guy’s name is Brad.” She sighed and spread her legs. “Look, whatever, can you just take the edge off for me, please? I really want to feel your tongue on my kitty.” She spread herself for him so he could see all the lovely wet shades of pink. “Please?”

“S-sure,” he squeaked.

With a contented smile, Katie leaned back and let her boyfriend eat her out while she grabbed her glass to drink some more.

“Big dick’s coming to claim his, you brat,” Maurice mumbled as he stalked up the stairs. His balls had finally stopped hurting so much. They still hurt, but he could at least get up. And that meant it was play time.

The upstairs of Katie’s apartment was slightly more modest than the massive rooms downstairs. A walk-in closet, an office. And then another door.

He slowly opened it and the light fell on a pale butt rising from Katie’s bed. Lynne had her head buried in the covers and her ass facing the door while she was playing with herself. Black painted fingers slipped inside her pussy and twirled around her clit.

He didn’t need any other invitation. His clothes hit the floor and then he was on the bed, lining himself up with her cunt. He pressed himself against her, and with a throaty gasp, she let him inside.

“Fuck, girl, you pretty wet,” Maurice said. “Been waiting on this dick all night, haven’t you.” He quickly settled into a rhythm of slow, deep strokes.

She met his hips with thrusts of her own, grunting each time he filled her. A hand returned to where they were joined, rubbing her little pink button.

“Oh now you’re feeling it, huh? Well, don’t worry, we gonna fuck all night.” Grabbing her hips, he started banging her faster now, and she rewarded him with quick, breathy moans.

As he picked up the pace, her hand slipped lower, reaching for his dangling balls. She gently cupped them, rolling them around in her hand. It felt like she was urging him to fuck her deeper and harder.

“Bet you’re feeling really sorry about what you did to my balls in the kitchen, huh? Well go on, make ‘em feel good. That’s the best way to apologize to my balls.”

She pulled on his nuts now and he scoffed at her. “Yeah, figures you’d be too shy to say it out loud.” She was really insistent, grabbing his balls tightly and pulling them towards her. In response, he pushed deeper inside her, almost bottoming out.

“Haaaah…” the girl’s groaning was guttural, almost animalistic.

Maurice didn’t stop fucking her but he frowned in pain. “Okay Lynne, lay off the balls now, alright? That shit starts to hurt.” Instead, she gave his balls a short, little squeeze that made him grunt. “You fucking… here, I’ll fuck you so deep and good, I’ll make you stop grabbing my nuts.”

Maurice laid into her, spreading her cunt with all of his eight inches. A short moan came from Lynne’s throat with each thrust. But still she held onto his balls. If anything, she was squeezing them even harder now, to the point that his nuts were starting to bulge in her hand, her fingers pressing little indentations into his testicles.

Maurice grunted. “Guess you must fucking like that. Yeah? You like it when I go balls-deep in you?”

Something about that sentence tickled a memory in his brain, but Maurice ignored it. He was solely concentrated on banging the shit out of Lynne, if only to make her stop squeezing his balls so damn hard.

Exertion and ball pain made sweat stand on his forehead. He wiped it off with one hand, never slowing down.

As he did, his eyes fell on something next to the bed.

Down on the ground, snuggling a pink dildo was a familiar pale girl, peacefully snoring away thanks to the alcohol and orgasm she’d had.

“Lynne?” Maurice asked.

The figure in front of him spun around, her hand squeezing shut around his balls. The tight hole he had just been plowing fell away to ash around his dick. Red eyes stared at him from the dark, and a creepy smile of broken teeth glowed in the dark.

“Time to bust a nut for Mary, boy!” she hissed and jammed her mouth over his.

With a gruesome crack-pop-squish, he could feel his left testicle rupture and explode in her hand, while she thrust her tongue into his mouth, passionately making out with him while she burst one of his balls.

His screams were lost in her violent kiss.

“Was that Maurice?” Will asked.

“No it wasn’t, keep going babe,” Katie replied and pushed his head back down between her legs.

After a few more rounds of dragging his tongue over her clit and sucking on the little pink pearl, Will came up for air again. “No, really, it sounded like Maurice, like he's in pai-MMPH!”

“Keep going!” Katie commanded, and one of her feet shot out to smack her boyfriend in the balls. “I’m so close, don’t you dare stop now!”

She had waited so long to finally fuck him, the least he could do was put his tongue to work until she came.

Fed up with the interruptions, Katie wrapped one leg around Will’s head to keep his mouth where it belonged. With the other, she probed around his crotch until she managed to hook his nutsack between her big and second toe.

She let her foot drop, yanking his balls down until she could pin them to the floor, like a little wrinkly footrest. It was quite comfy for her.

Will, on the other hand, groaned into Katie’s pussy. A motivating press from his girlfriend’s foot kept him licking, however.

Face mashed into her pussy and his balls acting like a gas pedal for Katie, Will could do nothing but give her the orgasm she yearned for.

Ignoring the soreness in his jaws, he licked and kissed for all that he was worth. Unfortunately for him, that seemed to make Katie only press down on his balls harder as her body tensed in anticipation of her impending release.

He shivered slightly, like it had become colder in the apartment. But then Katie curled her toes and they painfully pinched his testicles, wiping the thought from his mind.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck! Yes, keep going, Will! Right there, right there!” Her hands grabbed his hair as her foot flattened his manhood. “That's it! You're gonna make me… I'm… I'm cumming!”

She squealed and threw her head back, her body trembling as the flood of pleasure threatened to throw Katie off the couch. Her legs stretched, squishing Will’s balls into the ground.

With tears in his eyes, he looked pleadingly at his orgasming girlfriend. Only after half a minute of toe-curling climax, she relaxed, taking the pressure off his balls. Purring with satisfaction, Katie rubbed his head while her boyfriend held his aching balls.

“That was… fantastic, babe. Hold on, I gotta freshen up after that.” She stood up and went to the bathroom while Will hummed his acknowledgement, voice cracking. Knees still weak from her climax, she doddered to the bathroom on the first floor.

After feeling sorry for himself and his balls, he got up and, still naked, limped to the kitchen. His nuts were hurting so bad, Will doubted he would be able to get it up for the rest of the night.

I really hope Katie doesn't expect me to… still ‘perform’ after that. My balls hurt so bad, I just want to cuddle with her… An idea struck him. *What if I make her pancakes, like on our first date? That's kind of romantic, right? And if she's stuffed, she won't want to have more sex…”

Will immediately got to work. He opened one of the bottom drawers to get out a bowl to mix the batter in, not watching where he put his hand. It dragged along a towel on the counter, on which a knife block stood.

With metallic clanging, the knives spilled out of the block. Will fell back, startled, and a rain of sharp silver descended between his legs.

A forest of sharp blades stuck out of the floor between his legs. They had barely missed him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his eyes went back to the counter. Balanced on the edge was another knife, a small pairing knife. It's small, thin blade tapered to a fine point that glinted in the light. Without any good reason, without even a breeze in the kitchen that could explain it, the knife tipped forward and fell.

Shunk!

Eyes wide, Will stared at the blade that was sticking out of his left testicle. The handle trembled from the force of the impact.

His brain refused to acknowledge what he was seeing. In a daze, he gently gripped the knife’s handle and lifted it - only for his nut to lift with it, stuck on the blade.

Then the pain hit.

“AAAAaammmph!”

Tears shooting into his eyes, he stuffed his fist into his mouth to stifle his scream.

“HMMMMH,” he howled, twitching and kicking his legs in the worst pain he had ever felt in his life.

“Hmm Gonzalez… you feel so good…”

Lynne snuggled her face against her friend's plastic lover, which pressed against her nose. The obstruction prompted a little snore from her, which roused her from her slumber.

“Wuh? What did-” She eyed the wet dildo and a smile came over her face. “Oh yeah, right…”

Sitting up, she saw there was someone else in the bed beside her. “Maurice?” she asked but the large black man didn't answer.

He's probably pretending to be asleep, there's no way he'd get up here and not wake me up to fuck, horny fucker.

“Oh Maurice… you can't tempt a girl like that, you know? I might get a little… grabby,” she said and wrapped her hand around his dick. “What the… how are you not hard?”

Lynne tugged on his dick, giving the phallus a few testing pumps. Slowly, too slowly for her taste, the dick pumped itself awake.

She pouted. “Are you still mad about the blender? It was just a prank! Don’t tell me no girl ever pranked your balls before, big guy. All boys should get their balls pranked at least once, keeps you on your toes and in line.” Not even her bratty teasing got a rise out of him. “You think you can ignore me, huh? Didn't my story about nutty Mary teach you any lesson? If a girl wants you to go balls-deep in her… you don't make her wait!”

To catch the pretend sleeper off guard, Lynne slammed her palm into Maurice's balls, immediately grabbing onto his nutsack and giving it a tight squeeze.

Rather than jolt awake, Maurice started convulsing, his eyes still closed. It made Lynne frown in confusion.

What's going on, no way any boy can keep himself from crying out with my patented nut crusher… and his balls feel strange too, like more like a tube of toothpaste than actual nuts.

She yanked on the top of his scrotum, forcing his balls to the bottom of his sack. They should clearly stand out against the skin now.

She hit the lights.

Rather than two plump ovals, a lumpy mass greeted her. The right nut still looked normal, if a bit swollen, but leftie… Regular indentations were all over the testicle, as if an invisible hand was currently choking the life out of it.

As Lynne watched, Maurice's right ball started shifting as well. Divots formed on the skin of his intact nut, several spots getting bent inwards as pressure built around the gonad.

Lynne realized, something – no, someone was in the room with her, and they were crushing Maurice's balls right now.

“EEEEK!”

“O-okay… one… two…”

Shnik!

Will closed his eyes and pulled the knife from his gonad. He corrected himself, this was the worst pain he had ever felt.

“Guhhh, fuuuck…” He couldn't even hold himself since even touching the stab wound on his freaking left testicle of all places sent even more spikes of nauseating nut pain through him. “God Almighty…”

He looked at his perforated nutsack and with a start realized that the wound was large enough to see inside.

Will quickly looked away again, pale as a sheet. But then he looked over to the wet spot on the couch where Katie had just ridden his face. This night was obviously special to her. None of them were in any condition to drive… so he’d have to call an ambulance.

N-no, I can’t do that to her… I just gotta… tough it out…

Instead, Will took some paper towels and gently wrapped them around his balls, flinching and sucking air through his teeth every time he touched the stab wound on his left nut.

Katie will be back any minute, just pretend like nothing happened and make her some pancakes.

His girlfriend, meanwhile, washed her face with steaming hot water. She couldn’t help but smile. Finally, she got Will to eat her out. It had been a powerful orgasm that still had her cheeks flushed and her mouth split into a wide smile. According to her plans, it would only be the first of many more to follow tonight.

A small part of her felt guilty for blueballing him with that blowjob. But that part was quickly silenced by the prospect of even more orgasms for her.

“Who cares if he didn’t cum, I’m going to ride him until tomorrow morning anyway. My cute little virgin… I’m going to ride him so hard, his balls will be raisins by the time I’m done with him,” she whispered to the faucet.

She raised her head and frowned when she saw the mirror fogged up. Except… there were some lines on the upper right. It almost looked like someone had written something with their finger.

The words were spidery daggers, as if drawn with a nail rather than a finger, but with some difficulty, she could make them out.

“His… balls… are… mine now? What does that mean?” Then she smiled. “Must have been Lynne that silly goose.”

Katie rubbed the sleeve of her costume over the message - and screamed when she saw a dark figure standing behind her.

She spun around, only to find no one standing there. She was alone in the bathroom.

But she was sure she had seen someone, a girl… with red eyes, smiling scarily. She'd had her tits out and to Katie's dismay, the apparition had bigger boobs than her. She could even see her exposed pussy, something dripping from it. It seemed thicker than semen. Almost like she had stuffed a crushed-

She froze when she realized who she had seen. The myth Lynne had told her about, of a castrating ghost that stuffed the testicles she tore away into her pussy.

“Nutty Mary.”

Katie ripped the door open and rushed to the kitchen. To her relief, Will was standing there, nude and for some reason with paper towels wrapped around his junk, but seemingly okay. In his hand, he held her hand mixer.

“Hey honeybunch, I thought I’d make you some pancakes,” Will said, grimacing in pain. As he spoke, his breath produced little puffs of fog in the chilling air.

“The power of Christ compels you, or something like that,” Lynne said as she smashed the palm-sized cross Katie had in her bedroom into Maurice's healthy testicle.

Before it slammed into the nut, it passed through what looked like a ghostly hand wrapped around it, fingers digging into their prey as they tried to burst the gonad. For a moment, the hand released him before redoubling its effort.

Maurice jolted awake, only to immediately curl up into a ball around his genitals. “MY BAAAAALLS,” he squealed, his sonorous bass replaced by a girlish shriek.

He threw himself from side to side. “STOP SQUEEZING IT, IT HURTS SO MUCH!”

“Take your hands away, Maurice, I can help!”

With tears in his eyes, he spread his legs for Lynne. “Please, help me!”

“Don't worry, I will! Just trust me!” Lynne sat between his legs, locking her own around his so he couldn't close them.

She raised the cross again. “Begone, evil spirit!”

The cross smashed down into his lone testicle, striking the nut with full force.

“AAAAAH!”

“It's working, she's letting go! I can drive her away!”

Again, the cross smashed into Maurice's testicle. It left a large red spot behind that quickly started to bruise. Again, a ghostly hand shimmered where the cross touched it.

“Begone! Begone! Begone, I say!” Each of Lynne's shout was accompanied by another sanctified strike to Maurice's nut. Slowly, the ball was breaking down under the hard hits.

“L-Lynne, sto-”

“Begone, begone, begone!” She grabbed his ball now, holding it still while beating the living daylights out of it with her cross. Maurice tried to stop her, but his ruptured left testicle and the repeated strike softening what remained of his manhood robbed him of all power.

But finally, Lynne seemed satisfied that she had run off the ghost. She tugged on his fractured and bruised nutsack. “Come on, we need to get to the others. Move already, I need to keep your balls - I mean, your ball close so I can run nutty Mary off again.”

Maurice whimpered.

Behind Will, a pale, floating figure appeared out of thin air. Fear gripped Katie as the sinister specter of nutty Mary smiled and reached down towards Will.

“Behind you, watch out!” she cried.

Startled, her boyfriend turned and accidentally turned on the hand mixer. Staring at Mary’s frightening face, he dropped the kitchen appliance - straight onto his balls.

With a disgusting sound of meat stretching and slapping around, the two beaters got to work on his balls. The paper towels were simply shredded away, and Katie saw her boyfriend's balls get sucked directly into the whirring metal. Stringy flesh twisted around the beaters, gonads squished through and around the device while getting crushed in-between the metal struts. Fleshy creaking and crackling like that of egg shells documented the forces acting upon his testicles, the balls struggling not to be crushed and ripped apart.

The mixer jammed, groaning with effort as it tried to further mix up the ballbag trapped in its grip. Sperm oozed out of the hole stabbed into his left gonad.

Will simply collapsed, his mouth opened in a silent scream. His balls were a grotesque knot of testicles and beater.

“Will!” Foregoing all caution, Katie dove to him, pressing the release button to eject the beaters from the mixer. She tossed the appliance to the side, but the beaters remained firmly wrapped up with her boyfriend's balls.

“Please, no!” She yanked on the metal that was twisting Will's nuts into a bizarre mess but it was no use.

At that moment, Lynne dragged Maurice down the stairs, every few steps smashing a cross into his bloated nutsack and making him howl.

Lynne was about to call out to Katie when she saw the ghastly specter floating in the kitchen.

“Oh no…”

The ghost of nutty Mary chuckled diabolically and pointed to Lynne. Her voice was like a hoarse whisper, but Katie and Lynne heard it as if Mary whispered directly into their ears.

“Hopeful maidens, longing for dick,
tonight I have come to take my pick
of balls filled with cum, about to nut
and you now must choose which sack I shall cut.
One I will crush, the other I spare,
till next Halloween, judging another pair.”

Both girls stared at the apparition, trembling in fear. Beneath, the boys moaned in tremendous pain that fogged up their brains.

“This can't be happening…” Lynne said.

“Lynne, please… it's our special night, I… I wanted Will to fuck me tonight…”

“I wanted to get some, too! Why should I care about your boyfriend's balls?”

“You can't mean that!”

“I do. Will is pathetic, he'd cum instantly anyway.”

“He's a virgin!”

Lynne shrugged. “So he won't know what he's missing out on.”

“How cruel can you be, to pop his balls before he can ever lose his v-card! And Maurice already lost a nut anyway, just let her finish the job and castrate him!”

“Even with one ball, he's twice the man Will is. Look at that mess between Will’s legs, you can't fix that. What do you think the doctors are supposed to do about that other than snip it all off!”

Katie growled. “I'm warning you, Lynne…”

But her friend ignored her, turning to the castrating ghost. “I summoned you, so I will decide. Destroy his nuts,” she said and pointed to Will, “and spare this ball. Three testicles for you, one for us. That's fair, isn't it?”

Mary's grin seemed wide enough to rip the corners of her mouth. “A fair trade…” she whispered and raised her hands.

“NO, WILL!”

But it was too late. Mary dove for Will's balls, her pale hands grabbing them through the beaters still tangled around them. With a grunt of effort, she started squeezing down with both hands.

Will's eyes shot open as fresh ball pain assaulted him.

“Ah… AaaAAAH!”

With tears in her eyes, Katie watched her boyfriend's testicles compress, squished down to a fraction of their normal size. She would never feel what her boyfriend went through at that moment, to have such a delicate and fragile thing between his legs, completely open to be assaulted by not just this wraith that yearns for testicular destruction, but any girl wishing to end his manhood. But she deeply felt the sense of loss as the testicles were about to be taken from her boyfriend, and by extension from her.

They burst with an awful, wet explosion. Chunks of ruptured testicle exploded from the ghost’s hands, splattering the kitchen as well as Katie and Lynne. Slimy chunks of ball goo dripped down their hair. Katie touched a bit of nut mush stuck to her cheek, watching it drip from her fingers.

With a horrendous cackle, the spirit of nutty Mary faded away.

Lynne audibly breathed out. “God, that was scary… I can't believe the legend of Nutty Mary was actually real. Look, Katie, I'm sorry, but it was clearly the right choice, given tha-... Katie?”

Her friend that had just stood next to her was gone. Lynne turned around.

Still dripping with the remains of her boyfriend's testicles, she stood over Maurice.

“Katie, what are you doing?” Lynne asked, panic rising in her voice.

Katie stared at her and her voice was strangely calm. “You took Will's balls from me… I'll never get to fuck him thanks to you. It's only fair you get to experience the same pain you put me through. After all, it's an eye for an eye…”

She placed her bare foot on Maurice's last testicle.

“Katie, don't! What good does it do us to castrate them both!”

“…and a nut for a nut.”

Katie pressed her foot down, compressing the gonad under her toes. In one smooth motion, she transferred her weight onto that leg until the other rose into the air. For a moment, she was suspended entirely on Maurice's last testicle.

Then it broke underneath her, the gonad weakened by the ghost’s abuse and Lynne's efforts to save it. Softened up by Mary's deathly grip and Lynne's repeated strikes to the center of the testicle, it could no longer remain whole under Katie. It collapsed entirely in a single, messy pop that made Maurice scream.

Lynne sank to her knees as she watched the crushed nut meat bubble up between Katie's toes.

The sun rose soon after, finding both girls bemoaning the loss of two pairs of testicles that had been healthy and whole just hours prior, only to be destroyed beyond repair and the attached dicks rendered useless.

This Halloween as well, Nutty Mary has come to town and left destroyed testicles and needy pussies in her wake. Take care not to rouse her anger – or be prepared to lose two very important parts if you do…

All characters 18+ and consenting. Please read parts 1 & 2 for context. Happy reading lovelies xx

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Jackie left the kitchen quickly and silently, like a thief in the night. Laying on the floor, an arm draped over his teary eyes to conceal his shame, the other firmly cupping his sore, tender nuts. Fondling them they felt ever so tender, they felt so empty.

Jackie had drained him so deeply and thoroughly that he felt as if his balls were squishy sore husks of their former glory. Laying on the cold tiles he listened to the trio in the lounge room, their laughter so punishingly pointed. Despite the severe pain and humiliation Simon listened and savoured what derogatory and phrases he could make out; his dick hardening as he heard them verbally berating his lack of manhood.

‘What a fucking wimp!’ Carly called her voice shrill with excitement.

‘Bet this is the most action he’s gotten in…well ever!’ Amanda said sometime later, the conversation drifting in and out of being unintelligible.

Closing his eyes, and the placing a careful hand around his hardening shaft he began to stroke, the pleasurable feeling muting the awful ball pain as he listened in, the humiliation only deepening his horniness.

Dripping and soaked with precum, his dick felt elated by his touch, his nerve endings screaming with joy. Regaining his strength he sat upright, still stroking with one hand, lightly tapping his dangling nuts with the other.

It was true what Amanda had said, he was a glutton for punishment, as if his brain had become rewired, he stood up from the tiled kitchen floor and pulled his pants back up, tucking his shirt and adjusting his messy hair. He couldn’t think rationally anymore, the time for self preservation had passed - he needed another kick.

Simon walked to the closed sliding door and placed his hands on it, for a moment weighing up if he could even open it. His horny brain longed for the feeling, a masochistic depravity almost yanked him forward.

He stood for a moment, eyes closed and tried to picture a purely vanilla moment. Self assessing, the image of missionary sex with Carly flooded his mind, her tight athletic body underneath him, his long thick dick pounding deep into her soaking wet pussy. Before he could react he watched with shock as the dream Carly grabbed his balls and gave him a fiery squeeze, forcing a quick pained load out of him.

Shaking his head, he tried to reset but the mental visage continued, a flip of the positions, now fucking Amanda in his mind, he was behind her luscious, curvaceous ass, his cock deep inside her warm vagina with a thumb in her booty.

Just as before he saw in his mind’s eye her nailed hand reach between her legs and firmly clasp his balls, the pain imagined but ever so easy to recall.

With a loud thud he opened his eyes startled, to see the sliding doors pushed open, standing before him was Jackie, sitting to her left and right were a drunk Carly and a smiling Amanda respectively.

His jaw hung open surprised as Jackie grabbed him by the shoulders, her lovely blue eyes never breaking away from his, her top clearly stained by his cum. With a devilish smirk that rose his cock to the occasion the words danced off her tongue;

“Time to play.”

Leading him to the middle of the lounge again, the three girls got up from their chairs and walked over with Simon, placing him in the centre of the room. Quickly the began circling him, like sharks hungry for blood. Feeling his skin crawl and his boner push hard against his pants he lowered his hands to conceal it.

“Aren’t we playing truth or dare?” Simon asked, his voice quivering with sexual anticipation.

Smiling, Jackie readjusted her blonde hair, pulling it into a tighter top knot, her boobs lightly jostling as she did so. Looking over his shoulders he saw Amanda, her tits still out, grinning fiendishly. Snapping his head to the other side he saw Carly still in her PJs, who blew him a sarcastic kiss.

“We’re going to play one more round, but we’re going to up the stakes.” Jackie began.

“How?” Simon replied, goosebumps rolling over his body.

“Simple—“ Carly called ripping down Simon’s boxers to reveal his ever growing dick, and bright red balls.

“Fuck.” Said Amanda under her breath as she gazed at Simon’s member, walking over to trace his body, rubbing his shoulders and running her hands down his chest.

“Mmhmmm.” Carly replied, reaching out to give Simon a few sympathy strokes, her courage elevated.

As the girls pampered him Jackie continued to speak; “you’re going to take four kicks; one from each of us and one surprise one with your eyes closed. If you can take all four, we’ll let you fuck us, one after the other, until the sun comes up.”

“And if I fail?” Simon asked, his dick stroked to attention, the dickhead practically pouring precum all over Carly’s hand.

Giggling, Jackie pulled her top knot tight and smiled at Simon; “you’ll see.”

A moment of silence past, the three girls quiet and reserved, Carly and Amanda pulling themselves away from Simon to stand by the side of Jackie. In unison, the three eerily asked;

“So what do you say?”

Simon breathed out a heavy breath, his heart palpating in his chest, feeling as though it may burst out and land right in their hands. His knees felt weak and his cock almost hurt at how hard it was.

Placing his hands on his head and spreading his legs, his big red balls dangling dangerously low, he locked eyes with Jackie and nodded emphatically removing all doubt.

The three girls giggled together momentarily before forming a line facing him; Carly, Jackie and Amanda. Simon awaited eagerly as a swaying Carly stepped forth, drink still in hand.

“You can back out if you want.” Carly prodded, the phrase obviously insincere.

Shaking his head triumphantly at Carly she merely shrugged her shoulders before launching herself at him.

SMACK

a loud skin on skin slap rang out, her aim off centre, only finding its mark against his left testicle, the full force of her punt concentrated fully and utterly on one singular nut.

With a yelp of pain and a cry of agony, Simon practically leapt out of his skin, jumping up in the air post kick. Instinctually he felt his body crumble under the pain but before he could fall down fully he outreached his arms and pushed them against the floor.

Caught in a push up position he breathed out loudly. Forcing himself slowly upright he saw the line had now shifted, Carly at the rear, his new opponent was a smiling Jackie.

Standing tall once more, his body shaking with pain and his cock twitching wildly the three girls clapped together as if applauding a musical act. Practically skipping over to him, Carly came up beside Simon and gripped his fat cock, stroking him with a spit covered hand.

“Just some in between round pleasure. Helps you last longer.” Carly whispered in his ear, lightly nibbling his earlobe.

Feeling his face go flush with redness, his cock practically crying out to explode, he looked toward the ceiling, feeling the pleasure overtake him momentarily, removing all the pain and suffering his balls were currently in.

Suddenly an alarm blared, the noise starling Simon back to reality. As quickly as she began, Carly stopped. Quickly, she made her way back to the end of the line, Simon reached out to her longingly, almost unable to control his bodies reaction.

“Your 15 second break is up.” Jackie said, holding the chiming phone high up, pressing in a delicate thumb to reset it.

Before he could reposition himself and prep for the oncoming kick Jackie launched in, her wedge heel smacking deep against his left nut.

Unlike Carly who she aimed incorrectly, Simon knew that Jackie had meant to target the left nut, the damage and kick from Carly clearly evident as he had foolishly only nursed the left ball in his break period.

Overcome with pain, he fell backward, catching himself against the wall. Pushing his back hard into the wall, knocking some pictures loose he felt his legs nearly give out as his balls screamed in agony his own vocal cords speaking for them with squeals of pain.

To the girls and Simon’s shock his dick unloaded a thick warm surprise, spurting quickly out of his cock, the endorphins and pleasure chemicals rushing and flooding his brain, doing what they could to mask the severity of the pain he was feeling.

In a euphoric daze he grabbed his meaty cock and jacked it rapidly, pumping out the remainder of the cum. The spurts and droplets fell across the floor, his dick twitching with excitement as a big blob built at the tip.

Rushing over Jackie dove between his legs and shoved the still Spasming cock in her mouth, slurping the blob quickly down her throat, the sensation causing Simon’s eyes to roll back in his head and his ball pain to be completely forgot.

Just as before, after 15 seconds she stopped, slapping his dickhead for good measure she pulled away, wiping the drool and cum from her face. Pulling Simon the wall she walked him back to the middle of the room as Amanda and her big snow boots eagerly awaited their turn.

Almost hyperventilating, his brain a horny mush, he looked at Amanda and patiently awaited the devastation. As he did he heard Carly say;

“I can’t believe he’s still hard!”

“I wonder if he can cum again.” Replied Jackie, a puzzled look sprawled across her face.

“He won’t be able to do shit after I kick his balls into his throat.” Amanda said lining up her shot.

Scared and horny beyond measure Simon braced for the heavy kick as the snow boot found contact between his legs, smashing his flesh eggs; the pain spread across them both in a torrent of fury.

The post nut kick sent him into a painful tailspin, his mind and body both convulsing as the familiar smack of his most sensitive area sent painful ripples all across the length and breadth of his body.

Falling into the wall again, cupping his injured, mushy sack with his hand he fell to one knee, a gasp leaving the girl’s mouths as they watched with bated breath if Simon would give in.

His eyes were puffy from crying, his mouth dripping drool and his body shaking; the pain something otherworldly, mixed together with the euphoric tingling of sexual gratification.

Blinking through tears Simon watched as Amanda bounced up and down happily, her big heavy breasts jiggling, the site sending Simon over the edge yet again, his body doing all it could to do to keep him from passing out from pain.

In an almost enlightened state Simon realised that he wasn’t cumming as a defence against the pain. He was cumming because of it! Realising very clearly as he writhed against the wall, his screams muffled against the wallpaper, he could no longer enjoy the vanilla pastimes, his mind and sexual desires had been fundamentally changed.

All consumed by a lust and insatiable desire for pain…ball pain. More shocking still Simon thought, as he raised triumphantly to his feet is only their kicks and punches, only their knees and squeezes would satisfy him.

Pushing past the tremendous pain and forcing himself over the mental barrier he stood upright firmly, his legs regaining their composure and he closed his eyes, trusting in his dommes to deliver the final kick he so craved.

He stood spread for what felt like an eternity, no voices or sounds calmed him. His mind raced with primal desire as, at the very moment he was letting his guard down a fiery new pain was let loose against his sack.

Dropping him instantly, the pain so different from the other kicks, his eyes forced open as he found himself on the floor in a messy and pitiful heap. Gazing down at his red nuts he saw tiny pin prick sized droplets of blood, his blood, rising to the surface of his sack.

A roar of laughter and an orchestra of clapping and celebration rang out as Simon looked over to see, now adorned in sharp, spiked heels, Jackie stood proudly above him, the needlepoints lightly red with his ball blood.

His shock second only to the searing, unimaginable pain he was suffering so thankfully in. As he rolled and groaned, cried and sobbed on the ground, he felt Carly and Amanda push him onto his back, Carly holding his arms, Amanda holding his legs.

Kneeling now between his spread legs, Jackie opened up a formerly closed fist, revealing a small, emasculating, near-flat chastity cage. As he struggled, Jackie forced it on him, pushing his cock into a contorted angle, barely getting the lock on.

With a horrifying and definitive “click” his fate was sealed. Jackie grabbed his bright red, now bruised and bleeding balls, they felt so full and big next to the near flat cage. Jiggling them in her hand she laughed as the other girls released their grip.

“You lost S.” Carly said, shaking her head.

“I thought you were gonna make it.” Amanda said disappointedly, pulling her boobs back into her tight crop top.

“Shame really—“ Jackie began, undoing her top knot, her blonde hair cascading down her face and neck. Adjusting her shirt she reached for a half finished drink on the lounge room table. “I was looking forward to fucking you. But sex is reserved for men who can take our kicks. You didn’t, so it’s the cage for you.”

The girls walked back toward the table, finding their chairs and began drinking once more, leaving the broken, battered and defeated Simon laying panting on the floor. Minutes passed before Carly giggled and called out to the still recovering Simon who was nursing what appeared to be a bruised left testicle.

“Oh and S? The girlies and I have decided that truth or dare is no fun. We like kicking you in the balls, so that’s gonna be girls night from now on.” Carly said, her voice filled with joy barely held back.

“When will you let me out of the cage?” Simon asked through tears.

Walking over to him, Jackie trotted powerfully, her shoes sending a chill of dread up Simon’s spine. Quickly she grabbed his massively swollen, most likely damaged, balls and pushed her index finger forcefully into the bruise on his left nut.

Puffing and panting he tried desperately not to scream or to writhe around as Jackie leaned her face up against his, pressing her soft nose against his, she replied devilishly.

“Never.”

Thanks for reading! I know I’ve been MIA recently, so sorry about that.

If you have any suggestions for Ballbusting, femdom, CBT or chastity stories you’d like to see in the future, please let me know xx

Previous part here: part 2

I went for the tease and denial alternate ending in the comments of the previous part.

Brad shuffled into Mandi's room, his face contorted in a mix of pain and arousal. It had been a week since Mandi’s brutal kick, and his aching testicles wouldn't let him forget her power over him. His balls were swollen and blue, the result of continuous cock teasing. Every glance at Mandi’s huge breasts sent waves of desire and discomfort through him, his huge member throbbing uncontrollably.

Mandi watched him from her seat on her bed, her huge boobs barely contained by a low-cut top. She smirked as he approached, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants. His desperation was obvious, the pleading look on his face almost comical.

“Hey, Brad. How are my favorite big balls doing today?” she teased, her voice playful.

Brad winced, trying to hide his discomfort. “Mandi, please… it hurts so much. You’ve gotta let me cum.”

Mandi pouted mockingly. “Aww, poor baby. But big balls need to stay nice and full, remember?”

She stood up and walked toward him, her tiny frame making her approach seem almost innocent. Her hands reached out, squeezing his swollen testicles lightly. Brad groaned, his thick member twitching in response.

“You’ve been good, right?” she asked, her hand squeezing a little harder. Brad nodded frantically, his breath catching in his throat.

“Yes, I haven’t touched myself, I swear!” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation.

Mandi’s smirk widened as she pushed him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, her small body hovering over his. She pulled her top down, letting her huge breasts bounce free. Brad’s eyes widened, his arousal spiking to painful levels.

“Go ahead, you can play,” she purred, leaning forward so her breasts dangled just above his face.

Brad’s hands shot up, grabbing her tits and squeezing them, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His member throbbed, leaking precum like a faucet onto his stomach. Mandi watched him closely, her amusement growing.

As Brad’s hands roamed over her breasts, Mandi let one hand slide down to his thick member, teasing it with her fingers. The sensation was too much; Brad’s body tensed, his hips bucking involuntarily. But just as he felt the edge approaching, Mandi’s free hand shot down, squeezing his balls with brutal precision.

Brad screamed, his arousal snuffed out by the sharp pain. His balls were so sensitive due to Mandi's constant cock-teasing that this felt like a kick to the nuts. He curled up, clutching his crotch, tears forming in his eyes. “God, Mandi! Please, just let me cum! I can’t take this anymore!”

But Mandi was relentless. She pulled his hands away, straddling his chest and pushing her breasts into his face. Her fingers continued to tease his member, keeping him on the edge of insanity.

“Oh, but you look so cute when you’re desperate,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You know I like your balls nice and full.”

Brad’s hips bucked again, his thick member desperate for release. He moaned into her breasts, his hands clawing at the sheets. “Mandi, please, I’m begging you…”

Her grip tightened around his member, bringing him agonizingly close once more. But just before the breaking point, her hand moved back to his balls, squeezing hard enough to force a choked cry from his lips.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “Remember, those balls belong to me now.”

She continued this cruel game, letting Brad play with her huge breasts and teasing his throbbing member to the brink of release, only to bring him crashing back down with a painful squeeze. His precum leaked endlessly, each denial making his need more unbearable.

When Brad’s voice was hoarse from begging and his testicles were a throbbing, aching mess, Mandi finally stood, her tiny frame casting a long shadow over his writhing form.

Mandi observed Brad’s torment with satisfaction, her huge breasts still bare, bouncing slightly with her soft giggles. His face was contorted in a mix of unbearable pain and arousal, his thick member painfully hard and leaking precum, his swollen balls throbbing painfully.

“You know, Brad, there’s a way to make me stop teasing you for today,” she suggested, her voice light. “All you have to do is ask me to kick your balls. Hard.”

Brad’s eyes widened in terror. “No, Mandi, please... anything but that.”

Mandi smirked, her small frame leaning close, her large breasts pressing against his chest. “Are you sure? Your balls look like they’re about to burst.” She squeezed his aching testicles again, drawing a pained moan from him.

Brad’s resolve began to weaken as she continued the relentless teasing. Her hands moved expertly, keeping his throbbing member on the brink. Her breasts brushed against his face, her teasing mouth just inches from his, her fingers never stopping their cruel torment.

The pain in his balls became unbearable, each throb feeling like a stomp to the nuts. After what felt like an eternity of agony and denied release, Brad’s resistance finally broke. “Please, Mandi… No more…” he whimpered, his voice trembling.

Mandi paused, raising an eyebrow. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Tears streamed down Brad’s face, desperation taking over. “Please, Mandi, kick my balls hard...”

Mandi’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. "I need you to be more specific, Brad. Say it clearly."

Brad’s body tensed, the thought of the impending brutal kick almost too much to bear. But his nuts were so blue and throbbing it already felt like constant kicking. "Kick my big, throbbing balls with your boots, Mandi. Hard. Please!"

Mandi’s smile widened. “Good boy.” She put on her riding boots slowly, taking her time to savor Brad's fearful looks. It seemed he remembered them well. "Get on your knees and open your legs wide for me" She stood up then took a step back, positioning herself. His fat nuts seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat, his thick member still twitching helplessly. Mandi drew her leg back, her boot glinting under the room’s light.

With a force that belied her small size, Mandi swung her leg forward. The boot connected with Brad’s swollen testicles in a sharp, brutal impact.

The sound of the kick echoed in the room. Brad’s eyes bulged as a high-pitched scream tore from his throat. The agony was instantaneous and overwhelming. His hands flew to his groin, but the pain was too much to contain.

“I got you good, right?” Mandi taunted, watching his face closely.

Brad’s screams turned to sobs, his body curling up instinctively. Her huge breasts bounced slightly with her laughter, her tiny frame standing tall over him. His thick member twitched one last time before he passed out from the sheer intensity of the pain, his body going limp.

Mandi looked down at him, satisfied. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. Stay nice and full for me, Brad,” she murmured, giving his nuts one final, light tap with her boot. She left him lying on the floor, unconscious and in agony.

You know, it came about slowly.

With the same woman for years, even for introverted guys like me, the most secretive kinks and pleasures eventually make themselves known.

And I am one of those guys who loves a little extra balls stimulation.

Normally just tickling my tight balls, It was commonplace for her to reach back between her legs while we were fucking. If my balls were hanging low she'd reach back and get a hold of my sack. Not only did she grab it, but she found out instantly that the extra attention made me get even more erect.

Something that she really enjoyed feeling my cock get harder and thicker inside of her. She learned that she had control. She could make me stay hard or get even harder by manipulating my balls.

I can’t remember the exact circumstances, we were fucking, but I was not as horny as usual. Trying to think about arousing things, but my cock wasn’t cooperating. Trying to do her part, my SO reached through and grabbed a hold of my loose balls.

She pulled on them. More aggressively than usual.

Instantly I felt that tingle of arousal. I went from being disinterested in sex to very interested. I felt my cock get nice and hard. Perfect.

“Harder!” I said to her,

She gripped them and pulled more firmly, but cautiously. My cock stiffened, and I wanted more. I was feeling the moment. Really feeling it. My balls were just there in her hand.

“Pull harder.” I started fucking with a purpose while she wrapped her fingers and squeezed. 

No doubt she felt how erect I was becoming. “Harder.” Being loose, my sack was utterly at her control. Wrapping her fingers around my balls completely made me freeze with my cock embedded in her.

She squeezed and wrenched them down. I felt the twang of pleasure and pain, when she pressed my testes in her palm and tugged. Fuck she really did it. I could feel the roundness of my testes in her palm. Her fingers tightly wrapped. Pulling harder! Yes!

“Guhhhh.” My moans were guttural and compliant. She was getting into it and finding out I was too. My cock was utterly solid. She was squeezing really hard at this point. The pain and pleasure were mixing, but I fucking loved it.

“Jesus.” by this time she was also pulling back and forth, kind of like making me fuck at her pace. Pulling my cock out and then back in. Using my balls like a handle. Like a fuck handle.

She pulled much harder when she wanted my cock in deep. And when I was in all the way she fuckign squeezed my balls hard. I don’t know if she knew how much it was starting to hurt, but she knew my cock was hard. The pain radiated and mixed with the burning sensation in my cock. I was going to cum with her squishing my nuts!

The climax built fast that time. “I’m cumming.” I buried my cock as deep as it would go. That ache mixed with orgasm,  just the best ever!

She fucking tugged and squeezed, while I lived out that first crazy mix of pain and pleasure. Fucking AND having that squeeze, the pull, that crazy deep pain in my testicles. I ejaculated so fucking hard, and just being held by the balls, like being in dreamland my mind whirled. I had opened a door.

To this day she knows how to get me going, and if she feels like it, I often get a nice extra firm grip. And I do love it.

Title: Sam's balls

Sam: my balls feel realy bad but I dont know this could be fun.

Sam walks in to his class with a smile. As quickly as his smile was as quick as it left.

Max slams his fist in Sam's balls direct hitting both balls of them as Sam's tight geans keep his balls in place.

Sam whimpers out Sam: aaawww

Sam curls over and clutches his balls falling to the floor.

The class laughs as they see him pothedicly fall over like a woos.

He declares with a grin Max: bet you didn't see that coming.

He says weezing looking up at max. Sam: how? you were behind me.

With a smile Max: I took a short cut

Grabbing his balls Sam: oh

Sam feeling better gets him self up and holding his ball to insure no more damage. He walks over to his desk and sits down.

Max sits down next to him and smiles Max: so that's 2 points for me.

Sam thinks to him self Sam: why does this game hurt so mutch. Well it does make me feel funny. Oh no no now why is my pical getting excited.

The class continues as usual with everyone listening to the teacher.

The bell rings

Sam and max go to lunch

Sam walks out infont of max to make sure max doesn't have a clear shot. As he approaches the lunch line suddenly he feels a tugging then suddenly a tightening in his balls and fabric up his ass.

Max right behind Sam grabbes Sam's red brifes by the waist bad and yanked the so high the leg holes were poking out

Yelping Sam:aaahhh

Max quickly lets go as the wast band slaps back agenst his bad. Sam quickly turns around week nees touching each other batly able to stand.

Uncomfortably Sam: hey thats not fair

Max playing the fool Max: I dont know what your are taking about

Max points out to the lunch room Max: look a girl is giggling at you

Sam looks over Sam: were

Max quickly punches Sam in his bulge as his legs pushes out his balls due to his need touching.

Sam falls over as the lunch room laughs and mimics him holding his balls.

Sam tries his hardest to get up and keep the line moving but this time one hand holding his crotch

Max thinks to himself Max: wow this is going to be easy I wonder if he is even trying?

Sam walk over to a corner of the lunch room as the tables are foll and no one wants the wimp to be with them

On the other hand every one wanted max to be with them as he has quick rose in popularity as people found his antics to Sam to be hilarious.

As mutch as max injoyed the attention he did feel a bit bad for Sam. He didn't want Sam to be the laughing stok of the school.

Thinking to him self Max: well I am all ready wining with 3 points I gusses. Well maby I can let him hit me to make it look more frendly then bullying. Ya this ya other people won't mess with him if they see he can defend him self.

The bell rings

Thinking Max:oh dang I forgot to eat

Max scarfes down his food catches up so Sam who quickly covers his balls out if fear

Sam: this game is fun but can you give me a sec I don't think my family jewls have recovered the last attack and I still need to get the wedgie out in the bathroom.

Some girls next to Sam over head him quick snaped his waistband and giggled as they waked a way.

Sam blushes Sam: ha ha ha 😅

Feeling a little proud and sorry Max: ha ya about that I have an idea that will make things easier on you. But if we do this I win automatically.

Sam: well I gusse

its not my story, but a repost from someone who wrote this years ago.

“Booth Busting”

Josh moved in closer to find out why the crowd had gathered. He had left his dorm this afternoon and had gone into town to get some shopping done, completely unaware of the experience he was about to get himself into.

Walking through the throng of people, he saw a good-sized group of guys from his college waiting by a telephone booth. He asked the short middle-aged lady standing next to him what was happening.

“They’re trying to see how many guys they can fit in there. Some kind of world record they’re trying to set,” she answered in a disapproving tone.

Josh smiled and shook his head, ready to walk away when he saw a familiar blond athlete waiting to enter the booth.

“Marc,” Josh hissed angrily under his breath and, at that moment, all he could remember was that very embarrassing incident he’d suffered back in high school. An incident that Marc never paid for.

Josh had never much associated with Marc, and even in retrospect he could only guess at Marc’s motivation. Jealousy, maybe, or just mean-spiritedness? They had both been popular, perhaps because of their good looks and natural charisma. Josh was crowned with almond brown hair, and had slender, dashing features. Marc himself was a blonde Adonis, tall and muscular with a sturdy masculine grace about him. And when he smiled that killer smile of his, most people thought it could melt icebergs.

Josh’s mind returned to the remembered ordeal. It had happened three years ago, in the third quarter of Junior Year. P.E. had ended and everyone hit the locker rooms. Josh undressed and showered but when he went to get dressed again he sensed the other guys around him watching as if in anticipation. He slipped on his soft white BVD’s when he noticed a funny minty smell. The feel of the crotch of his underwear was strange but he ignored it and started putting his socks on. Now, Marc and two of his other friends, David and Jay, started moving closer, openly gawking at him.

“Boy,” Marc said aloud and smiled, “it sure is hot in here.”

Sure enough, as the words were spoken he felt a wave of burning starting to swell in his groin. With shock he recognized the smell. Those bastards had smeared a liberal amount of Ben Gay into his briefs and now the burning cream was making its presence known to Josh’s poor balls.

But this was just the beginning. Josh leapt to his feet and went to run back to the showers but David and Jay grabbed him fast and held him in their strong grips. There was laughter in Marc’s blue eyes as he opened the locker room door and ordered, “Okay, boys, take him outside.”

Josh did his best to struggle but it only prolonged his fate, giving the Ben Gay time to do its work. He could feel the ointment searing deep into the pit of his balls till he felt as if his genitals had turned to fire.

As Marc held the door wide open, David and Jay shoved Josh out of the locker rooms and into the gym, which to Josh’s horror was starting to fill up with students for the next class. He ran back for the safety of the locker rooms, but Marc swung the door closed and locked it shut. Josh could hear laughter through the door as he banged it and begged for them to open up.

It wasn’t long before the noise he made attracted a crowd of guys and girls, pointing and giggling at him there in his underwear and socks, his thighs clenched tightly from the agony that erupting in his privates. His face was beet red and he could feel rivulets of sweat streaming down his body.

Of course, the Phys. Ed. teacher came over, a big lummox of a man who proceeded to shout and lecture Josh as if everything were his fault. Eventually, someone from inside did open the locker room door and Josh sprinted in, barrelling through people to reach the sink. He quickly dropped his BVD’s, all embarrassment eclipsed by the scalding pain to his nuts, and splashed as much cold water as he could over his crotch. He was barely aware of the amused hoots and comments all around him, his schoolmates enjoying the sight of handsome young Josh frantically splashing himself at the sink in a desperate try to quench the heat in his loins.

Josh blinked and brought his mind back to the present. That was then. And this is payback time. His lips curled in a mischievous grin as he slipped into the ranks of men preparing to enter the telephone booth. All the while his eyes never left Marc. He noticed Marc was wearing thin gray gym shorts with the college’s logo over the lower right side. Good.

If Josh had made a scene long ago back in that high school locker room, then this time, he thought, he was going to create nothing less than a spectacle.

(When last we left off, Josh had come upon a group of guys filing into a telephone booth in an attempt to set a new World Record. Amongst them Josh recognized Marc, a studly blond athlete who subjected Josh to a painful and humiliating experience back in high school. With thoughts of revenge, Josh formulated a plan of payback…)

Josh waited patiently, making sure Marc didn’t notice him. He needn’t have worried, for Marc seemed totally focused on beating the World Record, at the expense of being aware of anything else.  Some lady was there, seemingly present in some official capacity, and she counted and recorded each guy as he stepped into the booth.  Marc gave his name and gingerly wormed himself in. He slipped in on top of those already inside to the sounds of a few groans and jokes. Josh eyes never left Marc’s crotch, which bulged temptingly in his thin gray workout shorts.  Josh stepped quickly up to the next guy. “Hey, do you mind if I go next?” he asked. The guy shrugged his shoulders not really in any rush.  Josh was mentally figuring how best he should position himself to get maximum accessibility to Marc’s soon-to-be-targeted package. A hand on his shoulder abruptly stopped him.  “Your name?” the woman asked him. Josh spat out the first name that came to mind. “David McHansel.” It was the name of one of Marc’s friends back in high school, specifically one who had been involved in that embarrassing lockerroom experience. The lady wrote it down and Josh quickly entered the booth.

It was like a claustrophobic variation of Twister. Josh tried to get comfortable yet he had to contort himself to get near Marc’s prizes. As more guys piled on top of him, Josh inched his right hand downwards, sidewards and around till his fingertips were in tickling distance of Marc’s crotch. Of course, it wasn’t tickling he had in mind. The heat and heady scents of so many young college men in such close quarters was slightly intoxicating. The dude above him shifted his position, his movement bringing his sweaty groin, clad in skimpy tight red shorts, right next to Josh’s face. Talk about maximum exposure and access. ‘Too bad that doesn’t belong to Marc,’ thought Josh.

Only a few guys were left outside and they were trying to find the best way to squeeze in.

At last, Josh could feel two meaty orbs within his grasp. He gave them a playful squeeze.

“Hey!” he heard Marc gasp aloud, “stop touching my crotch.” Several guys started chuckling, thinking Marc was joking. Marc himself didn’t think too much of it and dismissed it as accidental contact. And then he felt it again. ‘Damn!’ He tensed as he felt someone groping his valuables. Despite himself, he felt a mounting erection starting to grow. ‘Someone’s having his fun,’ Marc thought, but when we get out of this, I’m going to make a piñata out of his balls.

The last bunch of guys finally jammed themselves into the booth and the Record-keeper started her watch. To make this an official World Record, they would have to stay in the booth for ten minutes.

Josh smiled. Now was the time to strike. He grabbed as much of a handful of grade-A studly eggs as he could and went about making a scrambled omelette.  “Shit!” yelped Marc. His erection wilted. He was totally helpless and knew it. “Who the hell is crushing my balls?” From his frantic and ever-rising voice, the other guys realized he wasn’t kidding.  “Hey, I think I see the culprit,” cried someone. “Let’s see how he likes getting his balls mashed.”

Josh held his breath and tensed. He didn’t plan on being on the receiving end of agony today. But to his relief, some other guy, a tall Italian dude, started screaming.

“You got the wrong guy, asshole!” shrieked the tall dude and tried to reach down and break the iron grip on his balls. It was no use, as he was in no position to free himself, but he did see Tommy, the swim team captain, who was in the perfect position to release the iron grip.

“Tommy,” shouted the tall dude, “get that guy’s clawhold off my balls.” “Sorry,” Tommy responded. “I ain’t gonna get involved in this.” “Oh, I think you will,” said the tall dude as his hand snaked into the front pocket of Tommy’s jeans and rummaged around till he found Tommy’s incredibly huge balls. “Unless you want to lose these, Tommy, you’ll get those fingers off my crotch.”

“Arrrrghh!” Tommy gasped, agony exploding in his nutsacs. His face contorted wildly, his eyes bulging. Instead of trying to help free the tall dude’s balls, however, he retaliated, and joined in the attack on the tall Italian’s tortured jock. Josh smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he’d begun this mayhem. He released his grip on Marc for a moment deciding it was time for a personal touch. He slid his hand up Marc’s thigh, into Marc’s shorts, exploring through a jungle of pubic hair till he found two tender throbbing bollocks. He pulled them out roughly through the leg opening. Then he renewed his assault, remembering how his own balls were burning back that day in high school.

“Oooow, fuck!!!” Marc was bawling hysterically as Josh made a fist around his testicles and clenched. And yanked. And twisted. And yanked AND twisted.

Meanwhile, all around him, the chain reaction was spreading as the other guys retaliated against the guys squashed tightly against them. Guys were gripping and grabbing each other. Zippers could be heard being unzipped and shorts being ripped wide open as hands sought easier access to hot young studballs. Nuts were forcibly evicted from numerous briefs and boxers. Howls, moans and soprano-pitched groans accompanied the sweaty mass of bodies writhing in the telephone booth. One guy was crying for his mommy.

Outside, the spectators watched in fascination. The women, including the Record keeper, were smiling and giggling, if not loudly laughing outright. The male watchers, were cringing with sympathy pains, some crossing their legs and wincing, but none of them could turn away from the spectacle. Several of them even began to sprout woodies. They were all voyeurs watching an orgy of ball-wrenching chaos.

Suddenly, Josh felt a hand brush against his crotch and a quick wave of panic set in. He wanted to be the conductor for this masterpiece, not a participant himself. The hand was definitely making an attempt for his nether regions, but it was still struggling to get a firm hold. Josh didn’t have much time. It was difficult, but he traced the hand up its owner’s arm, the arm to the straining muscular torso, downward to its connecting waist and finally right to the would-be squeezer’s bulging groin. Josh smiled. The groin in question happened to be in the skimpy red shorts right in front of his face.

Josh couldn’t bring his other hand up to Red Shorts, so he improvised. He shoved his face into the guy’s crotch, manipulating the guy’s semi-hard dick out of the way. It begin to become more erect from Josh’s intrusive burrowing, enlarging to an impressive ten inches.

And then….CHOMP!

“YOWWOOWW-WWOWWL!!!” Red Short’s howl drowned out all the other sounds of pain for a moment and all the other guys, judging from the sounds he was emitting, were briefly glad that they weren’t suffering whatever torments he was being subjected to. Josh had quite a mouthful. He could feel the huge testicle (they were too big to get both in his mouth) moving around and used his tongue to mash it against the roof of his mouth. His taste buds were drenched with the tangy, salty sweat pouring from this terrified young fellow’s jock. Red Shorts bucked his hips frantically, but there was no way he could escape. Josh moved on to the other testicle and gave that even more special attention, alternately yanking hard with his teeth and smushing the tender globe into a pancake with his strong jaw muscles.

But he didn’t want to lose focus for too long. He could feel Marc’s tremendous aching balls throbbing in his hands. For a moment, a weird image came to mind, of a mad scientist holding the beating heart of his Frankenstein monster. He could picture Marc’s face, contorted in mind-numbing pain, eyes clenched, with tears and sweat streaming down his pretty little blond face. Then with all his might, Josh squeezed and tried to distend Marc’s balls as far as he could. Marc’s mouth opened to shriek, but only a ragged choke came out. He shook in impotent agony and thought he would die, but he was saved at the threshold of unconsciousness as the whole booth trembled and the glass began to crack.

In an ear splitting climax, the booth burst open spilling the red-faced young men all over the street, some still with hands clenched around another guy’s nuts. Slowly, they began to disentangle themselves. Some were in too much pain to do anything other than assume the fetal position, but others still had enough awareness to try and cover themselves.

Josh pretended to be hurt himself limping away as inconspicuously as he could. Before he left, though, he made sure to take a moment to view his handiwork. Red Shorts was curled in ball, bawling and making other incoherent sounds. He clutched his saliva-soaked jock as if he could nurse it back to health by cupping his balls. And then there was poor Marc. He hadn’t even bothered trying to put his balls back in his shorts and Josh could see how purple and swollen they were. It was amazing how much they had swollen, growing to the size of plump apples. Josh etched the picture in his mind, the handsome young blonde Adonis holding his ‘nads right there on a street full of giggling people. It was a moment Josh would treasure always and he smiled victoriously as he slipped away.

The Record keeper didn’t know what to write in her report. Once the craziness began, she hardly paid attention to her watch, so she wasn’t even sure they had broken the Record they had set out to break. There was only one obvious solution. She started working on the forms needed to submit a new type of Record into the books- “The Most Guys Ball-Busted in the Smallest Amount of Space.”

EPILOGUE

Marc hobbled slowly to his couch, holding the huge icepack next to his still tender balls. His mind was awash in a red haze of pain and rage. In his other hand he had a certain list which he had gotten from the Recordkeeper. He could account for every person on that list but one- David McHansel. Marc couldn’t understand why his old friend would have done this to him, but it was only a matter of time before he got to the bottom of this. And when I do, he thought, someone is going to wish he’d never been born with a pair of testicles.

Edited to add: This story is based on a story I read several years ago by an unknown author, and have been unable to find. After my post, thankfully another reader was familiar with and posted the original story that he had saved! “Booth Busting”

Fan version:

On an exceptionally hot summer day at Brookfield University, the campus was abuzz with chaos and excitement. Spectators gathered near the student center, where a makeshift stage was set up for a peculiar contest: the world’s largest telephone booth stuffing. Teams of students were competing to see how many could cram themselves into an old phone booth, while everyone laughed and cheered. Among the crowd, Sam stood slightly apart, his dark hair slicked back, his heart pounding—not from excitement, but from nerves.

At first glance, Sam appeared to fit seamlessly into his surroundings, just another average college student. However, beneath his unassuming exterior lay a hidden world brimming with untapped desires and long-held grievances. He was a closeted gay man, navigating the treacherous waters of college life while harboring a secret ball-busting and male foot fetish. But today, the thrill of anonymous revenge beckoned.

In high school, Sam had been the unwilling target of two notorious bullies: Tony, the athletic jock with striking blonde hair, charismatic good looks, impressive manhood that he liked to flaunt around in the locker room, and an air of arrogant entitlement, and Derik, Tony's equally imposing best friend. Their ruthless antics had scarred Sam, forcing him into a shell that he struggled to escape. Now, standing in the shadows of the booth, Sam felt an intoxicating mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. If Tony and Derik weren’t such rude assholes, Sam would gladly give anything to just worship their godlike bodies.

While the crowd roared with cheers, Sam spotted Tony and Derik shoving each other, playfully taunting their own team, oblivious to the opportunity that lay at Sam’s feet. As the booth slowly filled with bodies, the once-casual atmosphere turned electric with anticipation. It was just then that fate took an unexpected twist. The booth was becoming dangerously overcrowded.

Sam watched as Tony, who had seized the spot near the front, flexed his large defined muscles for the crowd. Beside him, Derik pressed in, his expansive shoulders trapped against the glass, showcasing his impressive physique in tight nylon shorts that left little to the imagination. Tall and muscular, with a golden tan and a thick bubble butt that turned heads, Derik had a penchant for his own brand of bullying, particularly enjoying pinning Sam down and forcing him to smell his sweaty sneakers after football practice. Sam secretly loved and was turned on by the smell of Derik’s sweaty, ripe, high top sneakers. However, it was the humility of the ordeal that filled Sam with shame and kept him up at night crying. It seemed the more he tried to be friends with Tony and Derik, the more they used, betrayed, and humiliated him. Today, with just a pair of skimpy shorts, Derik displayed an impressive bulging crotch that made Sam’s stomach twist in ways he had learned to fear and crave. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off the fat, jiggling man bulge proudly on display in Derik’s overburdened shiny silver shorts. The longer Sam observed, the clearer the plan materialized in his fetish and lust filled mind.

With the booth bursting at the seams, a spark of defiance ignited within Sam. He saw his chance and seized it without hesitation, scanning the crowd for any signs of recognition. Donning a baseball cap that obscured his features, he elbowed his way forward until he stood just outside the phone booth, mere inches from Tony’s towering form.

Sam slipped sideways into the booth behind the two beefcake jocks, where the cacophony of laughter and cheers enveloped them.

Inside, the air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat and testosterone. Sam’s heart raced as he squeezed into the space, navigating awkwardly between the heavily muscled bodies. Without the possibility of escape, the men squished together, their laughs turned muffled in the cramped conditions.

In that moment, he was faceless, nameless—a shadow in the storm. It took mere seconds before Tony found himself completely immobilized, trapped between a cacophony of bodies. As the realization struck him, a triumphant grin formed on Sam’s face.

laughter mingling with shouts as the count began. Lust surged through him as he found himself face-to-face with the very sweaty and obscenely bulging, crotch of Derik, his imposing figure creating a jarring sense of intimacy within the claustrophobic space. Sam was tempted to act on the opportunity of having one of his tormentors huge and sensitive balls right in front of him, but he knew he needed to prioritize maneuvering his arm to have access to Tony before he acted on his revenge.

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” Derik laughed, glancing over at Tony, who was trying to claim the spot in the middle, as if it were his birthright. Sam's heart raced at the vulnerability of Tony, trapped and boasting under the eager pressure of his fans.

His heart pounded in time with the roars from outside, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. In the thick of the chaos, he reached forward, hands trembling as he located the object of his revenge: Tony’s huge, vulnerable balls, hanging precariously at his mercy. Sam inhaled sharply, stifling a gasp, and squeezed, feeling the soft warmth against his palm.

“What—” Tony’s surprised growl quickly turned into a strangled yelp as Sam twisted, his fingers applying just enough pressure to bring a smirk of satisfaction to Sam's face. The thrill of having the upper hand surged through him, a stark contrast to the years of torment Billy had forced upon him.

“What’s going on back there?” Derik chuckled, unaware of the chaotic act of rebellion taking place just inches from him, his own potent presence barely allowing Sam to breath as his nose was pressed into the Jocks hot and sweaty crotch.

Sam lunged to the side again. He reached for the vulnerable, exposed, huge bulge between Tony's thick thighs; unable to move, Tony silently screamed. Sam squeezed with all his might, each twist of his wrist eliciting muffled yelps. He relished the rush of power, the sweet taste of vengeance—how the tables had turned. He had always wanted to get his hands on Tony’s large and beautiful dick and balls. Today was that day, unexpectedly in a form of sweet revenge. Tony’s huge nuts felt even more heavy and impressive in Sam’s tight grip than he ever could have imagined.

A smirk crossing his face as he continued to torment Tony’s balls. He felt a surge of satisfaction flood his senses, but as Sam reveled in the power of the evening, he couldn’t ignore the other presence pressing against his face.

Sam was unbelievably turned on by Derik’s massive, bulging crotch, his defined thigh muscles barely constrained by his thin shorts. Sam could clearly see the outline of Derik’s impressive dick draped over two large egg-sized testicles that proudly bulged out on either side. The scent of sweat was intoxicating, and for a split second, Sam's resolve wavered. With a newfound audacity, Sam pushed his nose forward, tempted by the ripe opportunity. He was unable to get his free arm up to the bulging sperm tanks right in front of him. He’d have to improvise.

Without even thinking, he pressed his face into Derik’s bulging crotch, the heat rising from the large, sweaty mass beneath the fabric. The smell was overwhelming—a mix of fresh sweat and raw masculinity, almost intoxicating.

Sam used his nose to nuzzle Derik’s thick long dick out of the way and opened wide until the two colossal orbs that were resting below squeezed their way into his tight mouth. With one swift movement, he bit down on soft obscenely bulging material of the skimpy shorts and took in the salty taste of the sweat-soaked nylon fabric that flooded his tastebuds. The howl that erupted from Derik was blissful music to Sam's ears.

“Get off me!” Derik exclaimed, thrashing in confusion and anger, but it only fueled Sam’s resolve. He continued to rip and twist at Tony’s orbs, while simultaneously sinking his teeth into Derik’s vulnerable gonads, the intoxicating smell filling his senses, sending a gasp through Derik’s body. “Oh god!” Derik’s voice went high-pitched, a mix of confusion and shock sending ripples through the gathered crowd. The jock thrashed, caught off-guard, the sound of his pain muted beneath the mounting hoots and hollers of onlookers. Derik was terrified that his anonymous assailant was going to bite his beloved balls completely off. As Sam feasted on the taste of revenge, squeezing Tony’s balls harder with every bite, the adrenaline surged through him. The moment was sublime — two bullies incapacitated by the very acts of revenge Sam had long fantasized about.

Tony squirmed, his pride shattered as he writhed in pain as his large baby makers were brutally manhandled, fear painting his features. Sam briefly let go and reached through the leg opening in Tony’s shorts then continued to roughly knead and yank on Tony’s large nuts. He stretch the ball cords to their limit, fully evicting the large meaty orbs from the confinement of Tony’s shorts. Amidst the chaos, Sam was struggling to keep both of Derik’s large nuts in his mouth. Sam drove the point home, using his tongue to focus on just smashing Derik’s massive right nut against the roof of his mouth, tasting sweat and power in its purest form. Derik was screamed like a banshee, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips back-and-forth in an attempt to get his manhood out of harms way. Sam continued twisting, kneading, and stretching Tony’s balls while chewing on Derik’s — each moan and scream a melody that fed his hidden desires. The two former bullies were utterly helpless, trapped, as Sam savored his victory.

“Neither of you are powerful and intimidating now!” Sam thought, savoring the moment, reclaiming what was his. He continued to unleash his torment, manipulating their fears and weakness—a man who had once been prey now standing firmly as the predator.

Just as quickly as the chaos erupted, the booth reached its limits, breaking apart and spilling bodies onto the grassy lawn. All around, laughter transitioned into a panicked frenzy, and as Sam slipped away unnoticed, he felt alive, liberated for the first time in years. Derik laid on the lawn attempting to nurse his swollen, saliva covered balls. His face tear stained and twisted in pain. Tony was sitting on the grass, not too far away, rocking back and forth, with his eyes tightly closed, clutching his swollen and battered balls while quietly moaning.

As Sam sprinted toward the safety of anonymity, the commotion of the crowd fading behind him, Sam basked in the liberating sense of empowerment. The sultry summer day bore witness to his metamorphosis, a reckoning of sorts. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Sam embraced the spark of rebellion that lay within him. The phone booth had become a stage for his long-yearned revenge, a place where transformation began, and with it, a future that felt limitless.

The End

First part here: Part 1

Mandi stood in front of the mirror in her room, admiring her reflection. At 18, she had always been petite, but recently grew huge breasts which made her look significantly more mature. Her large chest seemed almost out of place on her tiny frame, drawing attention wherever she went. Today, she was trying on a new pair of riding boots. The black leather glistened, and the sturdy design made them look quite dangerous.

She turned to the side, looking at her profile in the mirror. Mandi ran her hands over her breasts, appreciating their fullness and the way they now filled out any outfit she wore. She couldn't have pulled off the mature look of the boots before, but with her newly acquired curves, it felt perfect.

Her eyes drifted down to them and a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She wondered what would happen if she kicked Brad with those boots. Considering how much he cried with her bare feet, it would probably be a pretty spectacular sight, she decided. Just then, there was a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she called, still focused on her reflection.

Brad entered, walking gingerly. His face was a mix of pain and embarrassment. "Mandi, I came to apologize for taking your phone yesterday. I shouldn’t have teased you. You really taught me a lesson."

Mandi turned to face him, her huge boobs bouncing slightly with the movement. She noticed how his eyes flickered down to her chest, despite his obvious discomfort. An idea formed in her mind, maybe there was an easy way to test her new boots there.

“Apology accepted,” she teased, putting her hands on her hips. “But you seem to still have a wandering eye, Brad.”

Brad blushed. “I’m sorry, it's just hard not to notice…”

Mandi smirked. “Tell you what, if you let me test out these new boots on your big balls, I’ll let you play with my tits.”

Brad’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t know, Mandi. My nuts are still pretty sore.” He hesitated, clearly tempted by the offer.

Mandi took a step closer, her boots clicking on the floor. She moved her shoulders in a way that emphasized her chest, making them jiggle enticingly. “I promise I’ll go easy. And look,” she said, running her hands over her large breasts, “aren’t they worth it? It's a real bargain for just a little kick”

After a moment’s hesitation, Brad caved. “Alright, deal,” he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. “But I get to play with your boobs first.”

Mandi smiled and slipped off her top, revealing her huge, bare boobs in all their glory. The sight of her large, perky breasts on her tiny frame was mesmerizing. Brad’s hands immediately went to them, squeezing and kneading her tits, his breaths becoming heavier as he did.

Mandi watched him closely. His arousal was obvious as his thick erection sprang up. After a while, she moved to undress him, her hands sliding down to pull down his shorts and boxers, all while he continued playing with her breasts. She noticed with satisfaction that his balls were still swollen from the previous day's punishment, looking even bigger than usual.

She bend over slightly, her tiny frame making it enough for her face to be at eye level with his 9 inches member. “Your big balls make it so easy to toy with you,” she murmured, almost to herself. Her tiny hands struggled to get a good grip around his swollen balls, but she managed, starting with a light squeeze.

Brad moaned, his arousal now at its peak. He continued to knead her huge tits while she lightly squeezed his balls, the combination of sensations almost too much for him. After a few moments, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He erupted, his cum nearly covering Mandi’s face and tits completely.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Mandi stood up, wiped some of the cum off her face, and aimed a precise but brutal kick at his balls. Her boot swung up, connecting with his swollen testicles with perfect accuracy. The impact was much harder than she had initially promised, sending a shockwave of pain through his body.

Brad let out a high-pitched scream, his hands immediately shooting to his groin. “Fuck, Mandi! My nuts!” he cried, collapsing to the floor. The agony was intense, his balls swelling even more from the brutal kick. He tried to speak, but could only make funny, pained noises.

Mandi looked down at him with satisfaction. “Wow, you make the funniest faces when you’re in pain. Maybe your big balls weren't such a blessing after all, ?" she teased.

Brad rolled onto his side, clutching his crushed nuts and writhing in agony. His vision blurred and he finally passed out from the sheer intensity of the pain.

Mandi stood over him, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction on her face. "I always hear guys bragging about having big balls, seems a pretty bad liability though. I'll take having big boobs over it any day of the week."

AI-generated story, hope you like it.

Due to his flirting with their new young neighbour, Sarah has started punishing Mark every morning with ballbusting. 20 hard punches to his balls. They both agree that he must spread his legs and take his punishment like a man, which he accepts. However, over the last few days, they have both realised they are getting turned on by it. Today they realise- 20 is not enough.

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The morning sun cast a golden hue through the blinds, but Mark barely noticed. His breath came in shallow gasps as he lay on the bed, his legs spread wide, his eyes locked on Sarah’s determined face. She stood over him, her fists clenched, her gaze steely and unyielding. The room was charged with tension, every muscle in Mark’s body taut with anticipation.

“Ready?” Sarah’s voice was low, almost menacing, cutting through the silence like a knife. Her eyes flicked down to his groin, where his balls were already aching from the previous days’ punishments.

Mark swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Yeah… I’m ready.”

Sarah nodded, her expression softening for just a moment before hardening again. She moved closer, her feet planted firmly on either side of his hips, her hands hovering above his crotch. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity.

“Spread your legs wider,” she commanded, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want you to take this like a man.”

Mark complied, gritting his teeth as he forced his thighs apart, exposing himself even more. The vulnerability of the position made his heart race, but there was also a twisted sense of excitement coursing through his veins. He could see the spark in Sarah’s eyes, the same dark desire that had been growing between them over the past few days.

She raised her fist, her knuckles glistening slightly in the dim light. Time seemed to slow as she brought it down, each second stretching out into an eternity. Mark braced himself, his muscles tensing, his breath held in his lungs.

WHAM!

The impact jolted through his body, a sharp, searing pain that radiated from his groin up to his stomach. His back arched off the bed, his mouth opening in a silent scream. But Sarah wasn’t done. She pulled her fist back and struck again, harder this time, driving the air from his lungs in a high-pitched gasp.

Mark’s vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He could feel the bruises forming, the heat building in his testicles. Each punch was like a hammer strike, relentless and unforgiving. He tried to focus on anything else—the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him, the sound of Sarah’s breathing—but all he could think about was the pain, the raw agony of having his most sensitive parts pummeled without mercy.

“Twelve… thirteen…” Sarah counted softly, almost absentmindedly, her rhythm steady, methodical. Her free hand reached out, her fingers brushing against his thigh, just above his knee. It was a small gesture, almost tender, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him, mingling with the pain and making his cock twitch in response.

Mark groaned, his voice breaking on the last syllable. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was, how much he wanted to reach out and touch her, to pull her down onto the bed with him. But he knew better than to move, to break the fragile equilibrium they’d established. This was about punishment, about control—and right now, Sarah was firmly in charge.

Another punch landed, and Mark’s entire body jerked, his hips bucking involuntarily. He could feel himself getting close, the edge of pleasure and pain blurring together until he could barely tell where one ended and the other began. His cock was hard now, straining against the fabric of his boxers, throbbing in time with each blow.

“Fifteen… sixteen…” Sarah’s voice was distant, almost dreamy, as if she were lost in her own thoughts. Her punches grew heavier, more deliberate, as if she were savoring each one, drawing out the experience. Mark could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, trickling down his temples, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

His mind was slipping, the edges of reality fraying. All he could focus on was the pounding in his balls, the way Sarah’s eyes would flash with satisfaction after each hit. He was drowning in sensation, his body betraying him as it responded to the brutal stimulation.

“Seventeen… eighteen…” Her voice was soft, almost soothing, as if she were lulling him into a trance. Mark’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms, as another punch landed squarely on his aching testicles. He bit back a cry, his jaw clenching tight, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.

“Nineteen…” Sarah paused, her fist hovering inches above his groin. For a moment, everything was still, the only sound the rapid thudding of Mark’s heart. Then, with a sudden, vicious motion, she drove her fist down one last time, hitting him with a force that made his whole body convulse.

Mark’s breath exploded from his lungs in a hoarse scream, his vision going white as the pain overwhelmed him. He could feel himself coming undone, his control slipping away as waves of ecstasy and agony crashed over him. His cock throbbed painfully, precum leaking from the tip, smearing across the fabric of his boxers.

Sarah stepped back, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dark and hungry. “That’s twenty…” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

But neither of them moved. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with the unspoken truth that twenty strikes were no longer enough. Mark’s breaths were coming in short, desperate gasps, his body still twitching with residual pain and arousal. His cock pulsed insistently, demanding release, even as his balls ached from the brutal abuse.

Sarah’s gaze dropped to his erection, and she licked her lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine. “Looks like someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” she murmured, her tone teasing but edged with something darker, something dangerous.

Mark’s voice was rough, strained. “Maybe… maybe we need to go further…”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam flashing in their depths. “Oh, we’re definitely going further,” she said, her voice low and full of promise. “But not yet. First, you’re going to take your punishment like the good boy you are.”

Mark’s breath caught in his throat, the words sending a thrill of both fear and anticipation through him. He wanted to protest, to ask what she meant, but the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. They had crossed a line today, a line that could never be uncrossed. And whatever happened next, it would be nothing like the mornings that had come before.

“Spread your legs wider,” Sarah commanded, her voice firm, unyielding.

Mark hesitated for just a moment, his mind racing, his body torn between fear and desire. But then he obeyed, forcing his thighs apart until the ache in his balls screamed for relief. He looked up at Sarah, his eyes pleading, begging for more—or for it to end. But he knew there was no turning back now.

Sarah leaned forward, her hand reaching out to cup his swollen testicles gently, almost tenderly. But there was steel in her touch, a promise of what was to come. “Good boy,” she whispered, her thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. “Now… let’s see just how far we can push this, hmm?”

And with that, she raised her fist once more, ready to deliver the next blow—

Sarah's eyes narrowed as she positioned herself lower, her knees bent and slightly apart. She extended her right arm, fingers curled into a tight fist, and took a deep breath. The room was silent except for the faint sound of Mark's shallow breaths. He lay on the bed, legs spread wide, his cock already half-hard from the earlier strikes.

"Ready?" Sarah asked, her voice a mix of authority and arousal.

Mark nodded, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position to better suckle at her breasts. His lips parted, and he latched onto her left nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a soft moan. Sarah's body trembled in response, her resolve wavering for a moment. But then she remembered the agreement they had made. This was about dominance and submission, about pushing boundaries and exploring their deepest desires.

With a determined grunt, she swung her fist forward, aiming precisely for Mark's testicles. The impact was hard and unrelenting, causing him to gasp and release her nipple. A sharp pain radiated through his groin, but mixed with it was an electric surge of arousal. He could feel his cock twitching, growing harder with each strike.

Sarah watched him closely, noting the way his face contorted with both pain and pleasure. Her own arousal grew, her pussy now slick with desire. She shifted slightly, allowing her free hand to slide down between her legs. With deft fingers, she found her clit and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was intoxicating, adding another layer to the complex tapestry of emotions and sensations swirling within her.

"You like that, don't you?" Sarah taunted, her voice thick with lust. "Taking my punishment like a good boy."

Mark groaned in response, his hands gripping the bedding tightly. He wanted to say something, to plead for mercy or beg for more, but the words stuck in his throat. All he could do was nod weakly and continue to pant heavily.

Sarah struck again, this time with even more force. The sound of her fist connecting with his balls echoed through the room, mingling with Mark's sharp intake of breath. His hips bucked involuntarily, pressing his throbbing erection against the mattress. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, but it only made the arousal more acute.

With her other hand still working her clit, Sarah leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against Mark's chest. "Look at me," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Mark's eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a mixture of fear and longing. He saw the fire in her gaze, the same fire that was driving her to push him further, to explore the limits of their shared desires. It excited him, igniting a primal need within him to submit, to give himself over completely to her will.

"Good," Sarah purred, her fingers moving faster over her clit. "Now take it like a man."

She delivered another blow, and this time Mark couldn't hold back a cry of mingled pain and pleasure. His body tensed, every muscle straining against the onslaught. But despite the agony, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. He was giving himself to her, surrendering to her dominance, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Sarah's breathing grew heavier, her orgasm building fast. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, threatening to break free at any moment. The sight of Mark writhing beneath her, his face a mask of tormented desire, only fueled her own arousal. She needed to reach her climax, needed to feel that release, but she also craved more. More pain, more pleasure, more of everything.

"One more," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Take it, Mark."

He stared up at her, eyes wide and filled with a desperate plea. But there was no escape, no retreat. This was what they both wanted, even if it was buried deep under layers of fear and uncertainty.

With a final, powerful swing, Sarah delivered the last strike. The sound was deafening, cutting through the heavy air of the room. Mark's body jerked violently, his vision briefly flashing white before fading back to the dimly lit bedroom. His cock throbbed painfully, pulsing with the intensity of his impending orgasm.

"Please," he gasped, his voice raw and pleading. "Let me cum."

Sarah hesitated, her own orgasm so close she could taste it. But she was in control here, and she knew exactly what he needed. What they both needed.

"Not yet," she murmured, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, demanding and insistent. As their tongues dueled, she ground her pelvis against his, feeling the heat of their combined arousal.

Mark moaned into her mouth, his hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets. He was so close, so unbelievably close to the edge. And she was holding him there, teasing him, torturing him with exquisite precision.

"Look at me," Sarah repeated, breaking the kiss and staring deeply into his eyes. "Remember who owns you."

Mark's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of his racing thoughts. He was lost in her gaze, in the overwhelming tide of sensations that threatened to drown him. But through it all, one thought remained clear: he was hers. Completely and utterly hers.

Mia stepped away from the panting man on the floor and skipped over to the next victim in line, a young college student with a look of abject terror in his eyes. "You see, darlings," she began, her voice a sweet, sadistic lilt, "kneeing a man in the balls is probably my top favorite. It's got that perfect mix of surprise and pain, and it's just so satisfying." She winked at the camera, her teeth flashing white. "Plus, it's a real workout for the thighs."

Positioning herself in front of him, she spread her legs slightly, her knees bent like a sprinter at the starting blocks. She placed her hands on her hips, drawing attention to her tight, toned stomach. "Now, for our first knee move, we're going to start with the classic Piston Knee," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The college student looked down at her thighs, his eyes wide with fear. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his body frozen in anticipation. Mia took a moment to appreciate the power dynamics at play here, the way her every movement had him trembling. "The Piston Knee," she explained to the camera, "is all about speed and force. It's like slamming your knee into a speed bag, except the bag is a man's testicles." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's so simple, yet so effective."

With a wink at the camera, she lunged forward, her knee connecting with a sickening thud against his crotch. The sound echoed through the room, the camera catching every moment of his pain. His eyes bulged, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and his body convulsed as the agony washed over him. But she didn't stop there. Like a yo-yo on a string, she pulled back and slammed her knee into him a second time, her thighs flexing with the effort. The man's face was a canvas of suffering, his body a ragdoll under her control. "You see," she said, "you want to get that knee up and really drive it home." The college student was now a writhing mess on the floor, his hands clutching his bruised balls, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Mia hovered over him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "And the best part," she whispered, leaning in close to the camera, "is watching them squirm."

Mia stepped back, her legs apart in a powerful stance. "I just love the sound of a man's balls being crushed," she said, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "It's like music to my ears." She giggled, the sound bubbling up from deep within her. "And the expressions they make," she added, her eyes lighting up, "priceless." She turned to the next man in line, a burly guy with a beard. "Don't worry," she assured him, her voice a purr of sweetness and steel, "you'll get your turn soon enough."

The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took in the sight of the college student on the floor, still clutching his crotch. "Now, let's move on to the next lesson," she said, her tone becoming more serious, more focused. "The Lever Knee." She placed one hand on her hip, her other hand gesturing dramatically. "It's all about leverage, darlings." She stepped closer to the next man, placing her hands on his shoulders. "You see," she began, her voice taking on a teacher-like tone, "when you use a man's body against him, it's like you're pulling the strings on a marionette."

Mia's leg shot up, her knee connecting with the man's groin with a force that had him doubling over, but still standing. "It's all in the pull," she explained, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the demonstration. "You lean into it, using his own weight to drive your knee deeper." The man's eyes watered. With a giggle that sent a shiver down their spines, she gave him one more to floor him for good. Her knee slammed into his testicles with such precision that the room itself seemed to hold its breath. The man's legs buckled, and he crumpled to the ground with a pathetic whine, his hands reflexively cradling his injured manhood. Mia watched him with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, her body still vibrating with the energy of the impact.

"Oh, darling," she cooed, leaning over him, her swimsuit-covered breasts just out of reach of his desperate grasp. "You should see the look on your face. It's like you're trying to apologize to your own balls." She giggled, the sound a delightful mix of sadism and sweetness. "But let's not forget the real stars of the show, shall we?" She reached down, her fingers grabbing his boxer briefs and giving them a cruel yank, exposing his swollen and bruised testicles to the camera. "Look at these little guys," she said, her voice filled with mockery. "They're so... defenseless." She poked at them with a finger, watching as the man's body spasmed. "But that's what makes it all the more satisfying, isn't it?"

Mia straightened up, her eyes gliding over to the next man in line. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a look of apprehension that only served to make her grin wider. "Now, let's talk about the Holding Knee," she announced, her voice bright and cheerful. "It's just like the Holding Kick, really." She stepped closer to him, her legs spread wide, her knee poised for action. "You see, instead of pulling away, you just keep that knee right where it is." She demonstrated, her knee connecting with the man's groin and then, instead of retracting, she pushed harder. "It's all about the crush," she explained, her eyes never leaving the camera. "The longer you hold it, the more intense the pain."

The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jerking as she applied more and more pressure. "You know, it's like giving them a little hug," she said, her voice full of dark amusement. "A hug they're never going to forget." She leaned in closer. "And neither are you," she whispered. "This is what it feels like to be owned."

The man's legs began to tremble, his hands flailing as he tried to push her away. But Mia was unyielding, her knee pressing harder and harder until he could take no more. With a final, agonized cry, he crumpled to the floor, his body convulsing in pain. Mia stepped back, her eyes gleaming as she surveyed her handiwork. "Ah," she sighed contentedly, "now that's what I call a proper demonstration." She turned to the camera, her expression one of pure delight. "It's like watching a house of cards fall, isn't it?" she asked her audience, her voice a sultry purr. "So beautifully constructed, yet so fragile."

Looking around the room, she noticed that only three males remained. The rest lay on the floor, writhing in pain, their faces contorted into expressions of pure agony. She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of the final act of her video. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice taking on a playful edge. "Looks like we're down to the last three." She approached them, her hips swaying with confidence. "I do hope you've all been taking notes, darlings," she added, her voice filled with mischief. "Because it's time for the final act."

Mia turned to the camera, her smile wide and wicked. "Now, let's talk about the Front Knee," she announced, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down the spines of her volunteers. "It's like a surprise attack," she explained, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You come at them from the front, right where they least expect it." She stepped closer to the next man, his eyes wide with fear. "You see, it's all about the angle," she continued, her hand tracing an invisible line from her knee to his crotch. "You want to hit them just right, so that it's not just the testicles that take the brunt of the force." She leaned in closer. "But the penis too," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It's like hitting two birds with one stone, except the birds are a man's pride and joy."

The man's face paled, his legs already beginning to shake. Mia took a step back, her knee poised and ready. With a sudden, flash-like motion, she brought it up and slammed it into his groin with the precision of a ninja. The impact was so sudden, so powerful, that it was over almost before it had begun. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes, his legs giving out beneath him. Mia watched with a mix of pride and lust as he crumpled to the floor, his hands flying to his crotch in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the agony. "Perfect," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the camera. "Just perfect."

Turning to the last two men, she tiptoed over, her hips swaying majestically. They both took a step back, their eyes wide with fear. "Don't worry, boys," she cooed, "I've got plenty of love to go around." Her gaze lingered on their crotches, the fabric of their boxer briefs already straining from the anticipation.

"But first, I think it's time for a little... motivation." She leaned in close to the nearest one. "You see, I've been thinking about how much I'd like to crush your testicles into oblivion," she whispered, her voice a deadly caress. "Just imagine," she continued, her hand cupping the man's testicles through the fabric, "how satisfying it would be to feel them pop like grapes against my knee."

The man's eyes widened in horror, his legs involuntarily spreading apart as he tried to back away. But Mia was too fast, her grip on his balls tightening as she pulled him closer. "Let's try something new," she announced, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "The Knee from Behind." She stepped back and positioned herself behind him, her knee poised to strike. "It's like a sneak attack, darling," she told the camera, her voice filled with excitement. "They never see it coming."

With a swift motion, she drove her knee up and into his crotch from behind, the force of the blow sending him face-first into the floor. His body convulsed, his legs kicking out spastically as he screamed in pain. Mia stepped over him, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, that was lovely," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Just lovely." The last man standing looked as though he might pass out from fear. She approached him, her swimsuit clinging to her body like a second skin. "Now, don't you worry," she cooed, her hand patting his cheek gently. "I've saved the best for last."

Her hand slipped down to his waistband, her fingers deftly tugging at the fabric. With a swift, violent rip, she tore his underwear from his body, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. His cock and balls bobbed in the cool air, the reality of his situation setting in as he stared down at them, his eyes wide with horror. But amidst the fear, something strange began to happen. Despite the promise of pain, he felt himself begin to harden. It was as if his body was betraying him, responding to the excitement in the room. The other men's moans of pain and pleasure, the sight of Mia's powerful thighs, the anticipation of the pain to come, it all coalesced into a sickening mix of emotions that manifested in the most primal of ways. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting her. "What's this?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and surprise. "Could it be that the thought of me kneeing you in the balls is making you hard?" She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock. It jumped at her touch, and she giggled. "Oh, you dirty boy," she whispered. Mia leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "Maybe it's this tight little swimsuit of mine," she mused. "Maybe it's the way it hugs my curves, the way it makes you think about what's underneath." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze, watching his reaction with a sadistic smile. "Or maybe it's the power I have over you," she continued, her voice a sweet, deadly whisper. "Maybe it's knowing that no matter how much you beg, I can do whatever I want to your balls, and you'll just take it."

With that, she stepped back, her eyes glinting with excitement. "But enough of that," she said, her voice brimming with anticipation. "Let's get to the grand finale, shall we?" She turned to the camera, her smile wide and wicked. "Ladies," she announced, "today, we're going to learn the Marching Knees. It's like a little dance, really. Just keep those knees coming, one after the other, like you're marching straight into battle." She turned back to the man, her eyes raking over his body. Mia began her slow, deliberate march towards him, her knees rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. With each step, the anticipation grew, the room thick with the scent of fear and arousal. She placed her hands on her hips, her swimsuit stretching tight across her body as she approached.

The man's eyes were glued to her thighs, his body tense as he waited for the first blow. And when it came, it was swift and brutal. Her knee slammed into his balls with deadly precision. Mia continued to march in place, her knees rising and falling like the pistons of a well-oiled machine. She continued her march, her knees slamming into his crotch with every step, the impacts growing more intense with each hit. She was relentless. The sound of her knees hitting his testicles echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and power that sent a thrill through Mia's body.

With each blow, the man's body bent a little more, his hands reaching out to grab her shoulders for support. His legs wobbling unsteadily, but Mia didn't stop. She was lost in the rhythm of it, the sweet symphony of his agony. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his face a painting of agony, but she could feel his erection growing, his body's involuntary response to the mix of pain and humiliation she was inflicting on him. Mia grabbed his hips to keep him from pulling away, her nails digging into his flesh. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her fingers, his body straining to escape the onslaught of her knees. But she wasn't about to let him go. This was the climax of her show, the moment she had been building up to all along. "Hold still," she murmured, her voice a sweet, sadistic lullaby.

The man's cock bobbed and weaved with every hit, a grim testament to the bizarre dance of pleasure and pain that was unfolding before her. His face was twisted with agony, his eyes squeezed shut, yet his erection grew harder with each blow. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, her own arousal growing as she watched him struggle against the forces of his own body. "Look at you," she taunted, her voice a mix of amazement and scorn. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Her knees kept pumping, a blur of motion that seemed almost mechanical in its precision. Each impact sent shockwaves through her body, a delicious reminder of the power she wielded. She watched as the man's cock grew redder, the veins standing out against the pale skin. His testicles looked like bruised plums, but she knew the show wasn't over yet. "It's amazing, isn't it?" she said to the camera, her voice breathy with excitement. "The human body can be so... responsive. Even in the throes of pain, it can't help but betray its desires." She leaned in closer to the man, her knees never stopping their brutal rhythm. "Look at you," she whispered. "You're so hard for me."

The man's face contorted in a silent scream, his eyes tightly shut as if trying to block out the sight of Mia's smug smile. But she knew he could feel her breath, hear her words, and she knew they were searing into his soul. "You see, girls," she said, her voice taking on a more instructional tone, "it's so easy to control a man's penis, especially when you've got them right where you want them. All you have to do," she continued, her knees never missing a beat, "is show them who's boss. And let me tell you, nothing says 'I'm in charge' quite like a good old-fashioned ball bust."

Mia noticed the man's cock twitching, his arousal reaching a fever pitch despite the unrelenting pain she was inflicting. She couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the room like a dark melody. "It's like watching a volcano about to erupt," she mused, her eyes glued to his crotch. "Any moment now, you're going to cum all over me, and I haven't even laid a finger on your cock."

The man's eyes shot open, his gaze locking onto hers. "P-please," he gasped, his voice a desperate whine, "not like this." The plea hung in the air, a subtle contrast to the grunts and moans of the other men still trying to recover from their own ordeals. Mia's smile grew wider, her knees still pumping away with the steady rhythm of a metronome. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You don't want to cum from a good, hard kneeing?"

Her words were like a whip crack, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure through his body. He tried to shake his head, but it was all he could do to remain standing. "P-please," he stuttered, his voice breaking on the word. But Mia was in charge, her eyes alight with a fiery passion that seemed to consume her. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. "Let's pick up the pace, shall we?" she said, her voice a dark promise. And with that, she doubled her effort, her knees moving faster and faster as she slammed them into his vulnerable groin.

The man's body was a testament to her power, his muscles quivering with every hit. He could feel himself losing control, his cock straining against her merciless knees. "Cum for me," she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper. "Cum all over my swimsuit." And with those words, something inside him snapped. His body obeyed her command, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot out, covering her in a hot, sticky mess. She didn't flinch, didn't stop. She just watched with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she continued to knee him in the balls.

The sight was intoxicating, his body's betrayal a testament to her dominance. She felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of satisfaction that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her own arousal was a living, breathing thing, demanding to be acknowledged. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body going slack as he succumbed to the pain and pleasure. His cum continued to spurt out, painting her swimsuit in a grotesque pattern that seemed to highlight her victory.

With a final, brutal knee to the nuts, she felt his body give out completely. He dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks. Mia stepped back, her chest heaving from the exertion, her own body thrumming with a dark, primal excitement. She looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "And there you have it, ladies," Mia said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "The Marching Knees. A technique to be used with caution." She turned to the camera, her expression shifting to one of pure seduction. "But remember, this is only the tip of the iceberg." She winked, her hand running down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. "If you want to see more, if you want to learn all the delicious ways to bring a man to his knees, then don't forget to hit that like button." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And if you really want to keep the party going, then subscribe to my channel. Who knows what I'll teach you next week?"